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Beauty and the Beast | Chapter 19

Previous Chapters [1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18] Read on AO3 [x]

Pairing: Thranduil/Fem. Reader Summary: A Beauty and the Beast inspired tale with Thranduil the Elvenking and a human reader from a nearby village Taglist: @captainchrisstan, @rebleforkicks, @yjrevolution, @majahu, @honey-wine, @accio-boys, @achromaticerebus, @solomonssimp, @tired-ass-show-girl, @dreamlessnight, @daddy-long-legolas, @sleepyamygdala

Thranduil’s garden was beautiful. You followed him through the hallways towards his private chambers and out into the private outdoor areas that he called his own. He missed greatly the former glory of his forest and, while the darkness dwelled beneath the trees, this space was a lifesaver for him. There had once been a time when Thranduil had walked for hours through the Greenwood as the sun trickled through the leaves overhead, caressing his skin. Now, the light barely permeated those same branches that had gnarled over time, sick with dark magic. Would it ever be back to the way it used to be? He had to believe that it would be so.

You followed him over to a tree where, on the grass beneath the branches, there was a small meal set out to greet the two of you. He settled himself gracefully and you followed, watching him curiously, though you did your best not to be too obvious about it. Did he really mean for you to call him by his name? It felt too intimate somehow. As though you were friends. Though you had to admit that you were feeling much more comfortable in his presence than you had before. You felt as though you somehow understood the king a lot more now than you did before. You understood and you found that you cared.

The two of you passed lunch making light conversation. You asked him questions about his kingdom and about elves in general and he answered, enjoying the eager way you ate up the information. You were so curious about elves and it was endearing to him. Returning the favour, you told him all about the rumours that had passed round your village of the elves in Mirkwood, from the kidnapping of humans and keeping them as slaves, to the dark magic that they supposedly cast upon the beings around them. The men said they bewitched their women, some even saying they murdered their children and used their bones for their dark spells.

Thranduil was quite horrified, having never really heard quite so many disturbingly untrue things about his race before. He knew your village was a little different than many of the others surrounding the woods and the fields and lakes beyond, but this bordered well on the extreme.

“I must say, I have been insulted in a lot of ways and this may most certainly be quite high up on the list.” He said, shaking his head. If anybody was likely to do those sorts of things, it was mortals, not elves.

You couldn’t help a chuckle when he said that he had been insulted in many ways, able to believe that quite readily. He seemed to know what you were laughing at and couldn’t resist shooting you a smirk as he lifted his wine to take a sip before the frown returned.

“These people in your village.” He continued, thinking back to your conversation over dinner the previous night coupled with what you had just told him. “They are awfully small minded.”

You found yourself nodding, humming in agreement as you popped a grape into your mouth. “And I have not yet even told you about Vermund!” You exclaimed, making a face of disgust as a shudder ran through you.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow, curious as he watched your expression. “Who is Vermund?” He wondered, pouring himself some more of the wine.

“He is a hunter. An incredibly skilled one. He is a rich man and he is very respected back home but... oh, he is an awful, awful person.” You muttered darkly, scrunching your nose as you thought back over the years since he had come to town. “The worst thing is that he continually tries to practically force me to wed him!” Your tone made your displeasure clear as day. You simply could not imagine being the wife of that boorish oaf. “He does not take no for an answer.”

Thranduil frowned at that, studying you for rather a long moment. “This man. Has he harmed you?” He found himself asking, watching you very carefully. He did his best to keep his tone level but there was a bite to it and, as you lifted your gaze, you could swear you saw something flicker in his expression. Anger? Maybe but you found that you were not scared by it.

You shook your head. “No, no.” You told him quickly. Luckily, Vermund had never been alone with you long enough for anything like what Thranduil seemed to be implying and you would have liked to think that he would not go to such lengths... but truthfully, if anybody was going to take what was not theirs, it would be Vermund.

Thranduil relaxed a little, though the changes had been so slight in general that you didn’t really notice. Having a little sip of your own wine, reminding yourself to not overdo the strong dorwinion alcohol, you continued on. “He is simply insistent that he wishes me to be his. He is just so shallow, so vain. He has never read a book in his life, I don’t think he had ever even seen one until he met me... do you know, he ripped the pages out of my favourite story once! Ruined the entire book, I have not been able to read it again since!” You shook your head, annoyed by the mere memory.

“Which one?” Thranduil asked, curious.

“The one about Beren and Lúthien.” You murmured, scrunching your nose as you focused on the food in front of you, a little embarrassed to admit it to him. It was a beautiful story despite the tragedy, though you had definitely been led to believe it had to all be completely imagined considering the things your village had tried to make you believe about elves in general. “Anyway. If I hadn’t hated him before then, that would have certainly done it.”

Thranduil smiled just slightly at your expression, shrugging as he finished his own wine. “Well, thankfully, you do not have to see that dreadful man ever again.”

As the seconds passed and the silence grew thicker, he realised that he had probably said the wrong thing. He hadn’t meant it quite how it had sounded, not really. He hadn’t meant to once more confirm your status as a mere prisoner. He didn’t know what to say so he simply... didn’t say anything. You did your best not to look too unhappy. It was a good thing that you wouldn’t see Vermund again, you agreed with that, but it just reminded you that you were not truly free and you would never really would be.

When the two of you had finished lunch, Thranduil took you on a tour around his gardens and then back into the palace before returning you to your room once more. He surprised you by sending for you again that very same evening, to join him again for dinner, which you did gladly.

The next day, this routine continued on quite naturally and the both of you fell into it happily enough.

At one point, Myleth and Elros watched from a window high above as you sat in the garden with Thranduil, both of you sitting there engrossed in different books, simply enjoying being in each others silent company. Myleth gave Elros a nudge which he returned with a wide grin before they turned and left you and Thranduil to your afternoon.

This was a surprising development indeed.

Late the following afternoon, Legolas and Tauriel arrived back at the palace, the rest of their patrol group in tow. After they had left your father to head home, they had expected to return the previous night. However, another surprise spider attack prevented them from doing so. A nest must have cropped up without anybody noticing and if they had not detoured to follow those voices, they might not have caught it for a long time. It was a good thing in the end and they cleared the spot of the spiders entirely, but everybody was tired and beyond ready to be home. Winter was passing quickly but Legolas could tell that there was still snow was on the way.

He walked Tauriel to her room and left her to clean up and rest after being out in the woods, and went off in search of his father. His first stop, the throne room, proved to be a dead end. Much to his surprise. It was getting late, a few hours past lunch, and he wondered why his father would not be back taking care of business as usual.

“Myleth.” Legolas called when he spotted her walking down the hallway as he exited the throne room. “Do you happen to know where my father is?”

Myleth smiled, nodding, but there was another little look in her eyes that confused him slightly. “Oh, he is still taking lunch, my prince.” She told him with a little bow of her head before hurrying off around the corner. Legolas watched her go with a soft frown and then turned on his heel to head for the royal chambers, moving directly to the dining room he shared with his father. He thought it a little odd that he would still be at lunch at this time but he was the king and he supposed he could do as he wished. Perhaps today’s work had been extra stressful.

When he pushed open the door and stepped into the room, the last thing Legolas expected was to find his father sitting at the table, laughing over his wine at something you had apparently said to him. The sight of you at the table, chuckling along with his father, caused Legolas to simply stand there and stare for a few long moments. It was as if the two of you didn’t even notice him for a minute, too lost in whatever had been so hilarious.

When Thranduil eventually lifted his gaze, he offered his son the smallest of smiles, though relief was obvious in his expression. “Ah, Legolas, you have returned. Pray tell, why the delay?” He inquired, not bothering to explain your presence, acting as though it were perfectly normal. Which, to you and he, it was much closer to that now than it had been when Legolas first left for the forest.

“Uh.” Legolas floundered briefly before he regained control of himself and filled his father in on their patrol, giving him the excuse of the spider ambush instead of your father in the forest and the two humans he had allowed to run off.

Thranduil nodded, finishing his wine and moving to stand from the table. “I am afraid I must now take my leave.” He turned to you and offered an apologetic smile. “I fear I have tarried too long and have neglected my duties.”

“I certainly did not wish to keep you from your important business, my king.”

He stopped mid step and gave you a look which Legolas could not decipher but which made you look at him with a gentle, slightly embarrassed smile. “Thranduil..” You acquiesced, though it was still a little strange to you.

Thranduil raised his eyebrows, giving you a satisfied smile, as he turned and strode out of the room, leaving you alone with a rather confused Legolas. The last he had been aware, you had simply been allowed access to a library and his father no longer wanted to chain you up in the prison.

You put down your empty cup and lifted your gaze from the table to look up at him. He had turned from his father’s retreat and was watching you with an amused smirk. “Well, I am pleased to see that you have kept yourself busy while I have not been here to entertain you.” You blushed down to your toes at the chuckle he gave as he moved to sit down opposite you, leaning across the table with sparkling eyes. “It would appear we have much to catch up on.”

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chiffon-and-spice · 7 months

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Figure You Out (Lelad McKinney x Fem!Reader)

Leland McKinney x Fem!Reader

A/N- HAPPY HALLOWEEN. Kinda short cause I wanted to get this idea out quickly. Might make a part two that’s a bit smutty. I was kind of underwhelmed with the last fic I wrote about him ngl, can definitely tell I got lazy towards the end. This is to make up for it. Fic was inspired by the song Figure You Out by Viola.

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Concept- Leland McKinney, your oldest and closest best friend, is throwing a bonfire party and your parents decide to set you up with a family friend. They're not too fond of you going to a party alone. Hoping this friend will keep you from thinking about Leland, you agree. Things go amiss however, when Leland starts to act a little defensive over you. It doesn't help that he seems to know every little thing about you and uses it to outshine your plus one. COMPLETELY FLUFFY, no NSFW

Content- Jealous Leland McKinney, Fluff, Best friends to Lovers, Childhood friends, mild violence warning I guess... and drinking.

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The annual halloween bonfire... something you looked forward to every year, however this year was particularly special to you. Before, you had always gone stag, clinging to Leland like a lost puppy. Not that he minded, you knew he enjoyed your company. You didn't entirely enjoy being viewed as little more than Leland's overly attached friend however.

The brunette had always been polite about it, but you still felt a bit like a burden past a point. The man you were attending with had agreed to meet you there, since you were already at Leland's from the day previously. It wasn't uncommon for you to fall asleep on his couch, often having to retreat from your dorm after your roommate and her partner grew particularly... restless... in the night. It was not something you'd want to be around.

Now you stood studying the few costume choices you'd managed to knab before slipping out of your dorm last night, as Leland laid on the bed beside you on his back reading one of the books you had recommended to him.

This was a common practice between the two of you, often feeling close enough to kind of exist in your own space while enjoying each other's companies. The brunette was currently dressed like a cowboy, his little blue bandana tied loosely around his neck and his brown cowboy hat hanging off his head.

You sighed, shaking your head, as you discarded the shirt you were currently wearing

"No, that's absolutely not going to work. What if it gets too hot? Or too cold?"

Despite knowing you're talking more to yourself than him, Leland speaks, never looking up from his book.

"What're you struggling with this time? I'm sure whatever you pick will be fine."

You rolled your eyes in response, waving a dismissive hand, as you studied a brown

sweater that was currently under his leg. You should have known better than to place the clothes on Leland's bed, knowing the man had no awareness of his surroundings.

"I'm not going for fine Leland. One wrong choice, and I'll either be freezing or sweating my ass off all night. Everyone's got such cool costumes already, I don't want to pick the wrong thing and look boring."

Leland shifts on the bed slightly, realizing his concentration on the book would be nonexistent as long as he tried to carry a conversation with you. He closed the book, setting it down. When his eyes glance up, his cheeks flush, and he quickly tries to hide it, moving off of the brown sweater.

It wasn't like him seeing you shirtless was anything new, you had changed in front of each other many times. Recently however, something did feel a bit different. Perhaps it was just another inevitable from getting older.

Leland exhaled quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. He examined the clothes laid out, avoiding meeting your gaze. Asking him meant you were desperate. Not that Leland had no fashion sense. There had been several times where the man had shown up to an event or function and had you raising an eyebrow in question however.

You're surprised when he picks up a long black lace dress. The material was thin enough to keep you from overheating but covering enough to be comfortable and warm.

"You've been really into vampires recently. Just throw this on and put on some like dark make up. And you have a pair of shorts you can easily slip on in their place later if you get too uncomfortable."

You stared blankly at Leland for a moment, carefully picking up the dress. You had been staring at the garments for well over ten minutes struggling to find the right combination, and here Leland had managed to do it in a matter of seconds.

"When did you learn how to coordinate outfits?"

"When you moved in for three years and policed everything I wore," Leland teased back, grabbing his book once again and settling on a chair in the corner of the room instead. "Also this book... aren't vampires supposed to be like... evil? This book is so dumb."

"Then why do you keep reading it?" You smirked, putting your arm through the sleeves of the dress Leland had picked, tying it on.

"Because I can't put it down."

"Because it's good."

"No because it's like... a terrible accident. You can't take your eyes away no matter how disastrous it may be."

"You like it."

Leland scoffed, no longer replying, however based on the way his eyes ran across the pages and the focus he had, he was rather enthralled. He just didn't want to admit he was enjoying something so absurd. You had thumbed through and analyzed the book many times, the margins filled to the brim. Leland liked to comment about them when he read the copy you leant him.

You finished getting dressed rather quickly, and Leland seemed disappointed to no longer be able to read the book, instead focusing on bonfire party prep.

"So... Danny's bringing the beer, Connie said she's got grass covered. Julie is bringing marshmallows. You've got cups laid out and all the expensive breakables put away... right? We don't need another incident like last time."

Leland let out a slightly nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck at the memory. Perhaps indoor football hadn't been the best of ideas.

"And you said you had someone new coming... is he...cool?"

You nodded, trying to recall the small bit you knew about the guy. Truth be told you remembered little other than he was rather handsome. You started setting out the small snacks you and Leland had prepared the day before.

"He's not gonna snitch over a few beers if that's what you're asking. He probably won't smoke though."

Leland seemed to bounce on the balls of his feet for a moment, shoving his hands in the pocket of his jeans. His shoulders looked a little tense, as he stared at the floor of the kitchen for a few moments. His mouth opened and closed several times, words not falling out. You were too focused on the small bowls being perfectly spaced out to really notice. Finally he speaks, and you're reminded of his presence.

"So... are you two like a thing?"

You were surprised, as you thought. You weren't entirely sure honestly... you hadn't had the talk and had only been out with the man twice. Neither felt particularly... romantic but it wasn't like there wasn't anything there.

"I'm... not sure honestly. I am a little fond of him and I think he's fond of me, but he hasn't really asked me to be his girl."

Leland nodded softly, feigning a look of disinterest, as he smiled softly, looking up from the ground.

"Just wondering if he's going to be the one you follow around like a lost puppy tonight instead of me," he teased.

You scoffed, crossing your arms.

"You enjoy the attention," you replied, not knowing just how true those words rang. Especially if it was from you.

Before the conversation could carry on for too long, a knock erupted at the door. No surprise Julie was the first to show. Her being early was nothing new. The others weren't too far behind her and it felt like in the blink of an eye you were in Leland's backyard, sitting beside him and your plus one, sharing a laugh with a few of your friends.

You had introduced James to everyone, and after sitting down, his hand never left the small of your back. You didn't seem to mind or notice, as Leland glared daggers at the man.

James had already established himself as an outsider by not showing up in a costume.

"You didn't tell me it was a costume party," he whispered upon arriving, being the only one that wasn't dressed up. You absolutely had though, you remember it vividly. It had been when you extended the invitation after your second outing together at the drive in.

"I absolutely did, the same night I invited you. It was right after watching Blood Mania at the drive in," you insisted.

James didn't seem to remember that either, which only further drove your frustration.

"I hung out with her the night after, and she told me everything. I don't think she'd forget to mention the party was a costume one," Leland had insisted.

Since then, the two had an unspoken tension that continued to build between them. Leland had never been all that great at hiding how he felt when it came to his annoyance. Tonight was no exception.

You hadn't really paid too much attention, until you had mentioned wanting a drink. When James returned, convinced he knew what drink you wanted before you could even tell him, things started to go a little amiss. Everyone seemed to understand what was going on, either laughing or rolling their eyes, except you.

"She isn't a huge fan of beer. If you actually listened to her, you'd know she likes lemonade."

"What is that supposed to mean? She's barely spoken two words tonight."

"Maybe she just doesn't have anything to say to you, she never seems to have that problem with me. That could be because I actually let her talk."

You were a little surprised at how quickly the hostility seemed to rise. You took the beer from James, stepping in front of him and shooting Leland a look. You then turned to James resting your hand on his chest.

"Hey... it's the thought that counts. I'm not entirely talkative with anyone," you attempted to diffuse, guiding the man back to the log you two had been sitting on. This time however, he sat between you and Leland, which seemed to really get under the brunette's skin. What really had Leland gritting his teeth however was when James casually threw his arm around your shoulders.

You shifted a little, the weight being a bit uncomfortable. You had never been a fan of people touching you without warning, however after the whole debacle you didn't want the man to think it was because something was going on between you and Leland.

Once again, Leland seemed to have other plans.

"A little word of advice James, if you have any respect for you, you'd ask before touching her in any way. She can't stand when people invade her personal space without a warning."

James glared at Leland once again, as you sighed, with your cheeks flushed.

"Do you have a problem buddy? I'm sure she can speak for herself. You just seem to have all the fucking answers tonight don't you?"

"As a matter of fact I do. And anyone who has a moment of her time should count themselves lucky. But you just don't seem to care. Did you even notice how she tensed up the second your arm touched her? Or the face she makes every time she takes a sip of that beer?"

James rolled his eyes, taking his arm off of you and glancing between you and Leland.

"Is there something going on here that I'm unaware of? Golden boy over here sure seems to know a lot about you. And you haven't spoken not a damned word."

"Don't talk to her that way or even make such accusations. If you actually knew her you wouldn't even question her loyalty like that."

"If she has a problem with the way I'm talking I'm sure she's more than capable of speaking for herself. God what are you, her knight in shining armor?"

You stood up, chewing your bottom lip as you rested your hand on James's shoulder.

"Hey, calm down okay? Leland doesn't mean anything by it... I just didn't want to upset you is all. Leland knows I'm not going to say something."

"So you need someone else to speak for you? That's fuckin rich. Golden boy over here's your little bitch is that it?"

Before you can reply, Leland's fist is raised, colliding into the man's nose. That's when the other's jump up, and everything is happening in slow motion for you. James is in the group holding his nose as blood slowly slips down. Leland is shaking his fist, glaring down at the man. Danny is beside him, trying to get him to calm down. Connie is reluctantly helping James up, and Julie and Ana are by your side in an instant.

"Dammit Lee, was that really necessary? Oh my god, you better hope he doesn't report that to the police," Connie freaked, tilting the man's head back.

"He probably won't even remember to," Leland remarked.

Connie slowly stood up, handing Danny her keys.

"Can you drive James home please and like... try to calm him down. You're the strongest out of all of us aside from maybe Leland, and I don't think having him bring James home is a good idea."

Danny didn't even attempt to argue, helping the man up off the ground. He was probably the only thing keeping James from lunging at Leland, shouting curses the entire way out. Connie approached Leland, reaching a hand out hesitantly, but he quickly turned away heading inside.

You scratched the back of your neck, suddenly feeling very heavy. Connie and Julie both turned to you, soft looks on their faces. Everything had escalated so quickly, you almost had whiplash. You'd never seen Leland act so brashly. Part of you also felt guilty for being the one to bring James over.

"What the hell was that about?"

Julie and Connie looked at each other for a moment, seeming to have some sort of conversation you were not a part of.

"Are you serious...?" Julie asked quietly, chewing her bottom lip.

Connie shifted a little, aimlessly kicking the dirt, as she shoved her hands in the pockets of her shorts. Her eyes softened, as she tilted her head.

"You really can't tell?"

"Tell what?"

You were now more confused than before, glancing around. Had James done something you didn't pick up on? Did they all know things about him you didn't? Embarrassment crept up your cheeks at the thought of being out of the loop and inviting him here.

Julie let out a humorless laugh, her hand returning to her side. She glanced at Connie once more who only nodded in response.

"Come on, you gotta know Leland is crazy about you."

Your eyes widened a little, heart skipping a beat, as your grip tightened around the beer can you had been given earlier. You couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh in response, shaking your head at Julie.

"What? No... he's just... like that because we've known each other for so long."

"Leland doesn't get that defensive over us, hell I bet he couldn't even remember Connie's favorite color. He knows everything about you. Did you not see the way he stared at James?"

You rub your arm slightly, trying to recall all the times alone with Leland. Part of you was curious as to how they jumped to that conclusion. Another part of you wondered how you had been so oblivious to it.

"You need to talk to him, get this sorted out tonight, so that something like this doesn't happen again," Julie said quietly.

Connie nodded her head in agreement, stepping aside to allow you passage inside.

You remained unconvinced, however you did feel the need to check on Leland. Strangely, despite James being the one who was punched, you couldn't bring yourself to worry about anything but Leland.

It doesn't take you long to find him, wrapping his hand with some gauze, as his back is leaned up against the bathroom sink. Leland doesn't notice you at first, muttering things quietly to himself. You can't quite make out what, his voice barely above a whisper, as he continues to speak through his winces.

"So stupid...ruined your chances... Fucking prick."

Despite the door being wide open, you gently knock on it regardless, catching his attention. The brunette looks up at you with wide eyes and pink cheeks, dropping the gauze.

"Hi... Uh you startled me. I'm so sorry-"

You cut him off, taking the gauze and unwrapping it to study his fist. The dark red marks make you wince slightly. You shake your head, starting to redo his work a little more neatly.

"You have nothing to apologize for... If I had just spoken up he would-"

"You can't seriously be blaming yourself for this? If anything that asshole had it coming. What could you possibly even see in him?"

You continued to work on the gauze, careful not to wrap it too tightly. Leland's hands felt warm against your own. You couldn't see that he was staring rather intently at you, his expression gentle.

"He wasn't like that when we hung out I... I'm not sure what got into him. I guess he got jealous of you which is ridiculous. I guess I should have told him a bit more, maybe I didn't mention that it was a costume party. Fuck..." you rambled on, chewing your bottom lip nervously. Your heart stops however, when Leland's uninjured hand gently touches your cheek.

"Hey, this isn't on you. This is... this is on me. I should have said something a long time ago. I'm crazy about you. I've been crazy about you since we started high school together. You're just so... perfect to me, and to see you with someone like that... someone who doesn't value you just... you deserve better. I'm sorry if you think I acted irrationally tonight, and it's not like I care if you date someone. I mean I do, but I'd respect what you wanted you know? I just... care about someone treating you right."

You were a little surprised at how quickly the words fell out, staring at Leland blankly for a minute. He refused to meet your guys, eyes trained on the floor, and his cheeks somehow seemed more pinker than when you had first walked in. You couldn't help but laugh, shaking your head.

"You fucker... now you say something? I spent so long trying to convince myself... convinced that you... and this is what it takes? Why didn't you ever ask me out?"

"Why do you think so? I was convinced you'd never see me that way... scared it would make our friendship weird. Having you as a friend was more important to me than any potential possibility of more. You aren't exactly easy to read yourself. I've seen how you are with guys you're interested in."

You rolled your eyes, no longer wrapping his hand up, as you chewed your bottom lip. Unbelievable.

"Are you serious? What guys Leland? I followed you around like a lost puppy everywhere, hoping you'd notice me, only to realize how pathetic I was being."

Leland shook his head, leaning off of the sink. He was now towering over you a little with an unreadable expression. His eyes were glassy, as he gently touched your face with his uninjured hand.

"You're not pathetic. You have never been pathetic. I didn't think... I never questioned why you followed me around. It was just kind of our thing. But you... you are so amazing. I'm sorry it took me so long to tell you."

You stared up at him, blinking. You weren't quite sure what to say, his gaze making you feel warm inside, as his eyes flicked from your lips and back. You can't help but instinctually lean closer, touching his hand with the same gentleness he approached you with.

"Can I kiss you?"

His voice is so quiet you almost don't hear, convinced it's all in your head. When you nod slowly however, his eyelids flutter shut, and his lips touch yours with a careful tenderness. You practically melt against him, all your feelings slipping away. The nervousness, the annoyance, and the frustration all poured into his lips.

Your arms snaked around his neck, as you pulled him closer. Suddenly you felt like you couldn't get close enough, your heart racing. The only reason he pulled away was to catch his breath, as he rested his forehead carefully against yours.

"Wow..."

Leland exhaled quietly, letting out a nervous laugh. Then his hand pressed a little more into your cheek, almost as if to assure himself this was real. You were in his arms and he had just kissed him. Something he had only ever fantasized about doing.

You smiled up at him coyly, before leaning up for another taste. Leland's lips were soft, and you never wanted to forget how they felt against your own. Wrapped up in the bathroom together, you two were in your own little world. James, the bonfire, and your friends all faded away like a blur, nonexistent.

#leland mckinney x reader #leland mckinney #texas chainsaw massacre

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trashyswitch · 8 months

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Luigi's Secret

Chapter 19: The Inspiring Tumblr Post

Mario comes up with a fun little surprise for Luigi. And Luigi couldn't be more happier.

Here is the post I was referring to.

A day had gone past. It was currently Tuesday at 12pm. Meaning, it was their break time. After eating, Mario had taken out his phone and done some research on this ‘TrashySwitch’ person. He found her profile quite quickly, and decided to check her most recent posts. Despite not being on Tumblr, Mario found it quite easy to run the safari version of the site. He scrolled down a bit and found an interesting little public conversation between this ‘Pocket’ person and Luigi. And…It sounded like the nickname ‘gremlin’ only began to scratch the surface with how mischievous she was. And…Luigi seemed to play along.

Mario scrolled down and found a little fanart comic that seemed to be reblogged by Pocket, from a person known as ‘anxious-lee-ler’ on Tumblr. Curious, Mario clicked the Tumblr profile. It brought him to a new Tumblr page that said “Sup Fuckers” above the main profile name: @anxious-lee-ler.

Mario chuckled as he looked up at Luigi. “Who’s A?” Mario asked.

Luigi tilted his head. “A?” Luigi thought for a moment. “Oh, you mean on Tumblr.” he muttered, nodding as he swallowed. “He’s a friend of Pocket’s. We chat a bit online.” Luigi explained.

Mario chuckled. “What does the A stand for?” Mario asked.

Luigi chuckled. “I tried asking him. He insisted it’s just…A.” Luigi replied.

Mario giggled. “A for Ass?” Mario asked.

Luigi narrowed his eyes. “Be careful what you’re saying about my friends. He’s scary when he’s in a ler mood.” Luigi let him know. Mario looked at Luigi. “So are you, apparently.” he replied.

Luigi smirked and nodded. “You bet.”

Mario smirked as he scrolled down A’s blog, before coming across a certain post he saw earlier. “Well…things may just change…” Mario teased his brother.

Luigi looked at Mario with narrowed eyes, before cautiously putting the last bite of his food into his mouth. “What are you planning?” Luigi asked.

Mario smiled and shook his head. “Don’t worry. It’s not happening until we get home from Papa’s.” Mario told him.

Luigi slowly nodded his head before looking back at his phone. He started reading something on his phone, and smiling.

Mario looked up and smirked. “What?” he asked.

Luigi giggled. “Pocket’s being mean…” Luigi told him.

Mario chuckled. “Is that long conversation still going on?” Mario asked, pointing to the specific post.

Luigi nodded his head. “I’m about to reblog it with a new reply.” he told him, showing him the phone.

Mario rolled his eyes at the new reply. “You be careful…she may end up finding out about your belly button.” Mario warned.

Luigi nodded with slight embarrassment as he sent the reply before putting his phone back down.

Several hours later:

After hours of work and another few hours at their parents’ house, Mario and Luigi finally walked into the house and closed the door. Luigi placed his hat on the hook and took off his shoes. While Luigi was unloading their lunch bags, Mario got into his PJ’s and turned on the living room light. Grabbing the mirror from their bedroom, Mario placed it down on the floor against the bedroom wall. Mario smirked as he adjusted it, before walking to the kitchen. “Luigi, come here.” Mario told him.

“Hold on.” Luigi said, attempting to wipe the coffee stains out of their mugs from this morning.

Mario suddenly appeared beside his brother, and gently removed the mug from his hand. “Nope. Leave it alone.” Mario said, placing it into the sink and placing his hand on Luigi’s shoulder. “Come with me.” Mario told him.

Luigi tilted his head, looking at Mario. “What are you doing? Where are we going?” Luigi asked.

“Well…” Mario pulled out his own phone and scrolled to a certain comic strip that both A and Pocket had reblogged earlier. “Did you see this comic show up on A’s profile?” Mario asked, handing Luigi the phone.

“Uh…” Luigi read through the comic and began to blush.

[“Moooony~ Look at your adorable face!”

“N-Nohoho! I dohon’t wanahaha.”]

Luigi struggled to hide his embarrassment. It was such an embarrassing idea. But at the same time…he would KILL to be Moon right now…sitting in front of a mirror, watching himself blushing and laughing while someone tickled him till he was giggly and breathless. It sounded like a joyride…a joyride he would hop onto time and time again, if he could.

“Ihihi…” Luigi managed to finally get out as he read the comic.

[SUNNYYY!

My my, someone likes that idea~]

Luigi whined and closed up the phone, covering his face with pure embarrassment.

Meanwhile, Mario kept leading Luigi up the stairs to their bedroom. “Are you in a lee mood now?” Mario asked.

Luigi whimpered and nodded. “Yeheheheah…Ihihi ahahaham…” Luigi mumbled.

“Good.” Mario replied, tapping his shoulder before closing the bedroom door. “Alright.” Mario looked at the set up one more time, noting the claws on the bed before walking in front. “Ready?” Mario asked.

Luigi nodded his head. “Ihi think so.”

Mario smiled. “Open your eyes.” Mario said.

Luigi uncovered his eyes and looked around the room. “Wha-” Luigi widened his eyes when he saw the mirror on the ground. “Why is-” Luigi started, before widening his eyes and slowly gasping.

OH…OOOOOH MY GOD!!! DID HE SERIOUSLY-

Luigi shrieked and covered his mouth, blushing and giggling helplessly. “Yohohou dihidn’t…” Luigi mumbled in a high-pitched voice against his hand.

“I did.” Mario replied rather proudly.

This has to be a dream…This CAN’T be real! IT CAN’T!!

“Thehehere’s noho wahahahay!” Luigi added, uncovering his mouth and pointing to the mirror.

Mario giggled. “I did! It’s all here.” Mario told him.

Luigi pinched himself to just double-check. And…nothing happened! He was still here! THIS ISN’T A DREAM! THIS IS 100% REAL!!

Luigi squealed and picked up Mario, spinning him around and hugging him tightly. “THANK YOUUU!” Luigi shouted, laughing with pure joy.

Mario giggled and hugged his brother back. “You’re…welcome? All I did was move a mirror.” Mario told him.

Luigi opened his eyes and gasped when he saw the bed. “You have the claws laid out too?!” Luigi reacted, putting Mario down.

“Yeah! I didn’t know if you wanted just fingers, or if you wanted to level up to claws as well.” Mario admitted. “Coming up with a surprise like this, can be a full guessing game.” Mario added.

Luigi nodded. “I’m good with a mix of both.” Luigi replied. “I don’t care, as long as I get to be tickled.” Luigi admitted.

Mario chuckled. “Well…You’ve waited a year and a half for something like this.” Mario added.

Luigi looked down, smiling and blushing. “Yeah…I really have…” he admitted.

“Alright. Now go change into your pj pants.” Mario said with a laugh.

While Luigi pulled his pj pants out from behind his pillow, Mario grabbed the claws. “So…you have 2…” Mario twirled his own mustache, before pausing as he felt his own mustache. Hmmm… “-No, 3 choices.” Mario fixed his words and held up the items. “Claws, fingers, or raspberries.” Mario told him.

Luigi widened his eyes as he turned to look at Mario. “Raspberries?” Luigi asked.

Mario smirked and twisted his own mustache. “Yup.”

Luigi chuckled and looked down as he walked up and sat down in front of the mirror. “Ohohokahahay. Ihihi…I’ll start with claws.” Luigi replied.

“Okay!” Mario replied, sitting down on a stool behind Luigi. “You ready?” Mario asked.

Luigi bit his lip and looked up at the mirror. And the first thing he could see in the mirror was his bright red face. “Ohoho gohosh…” Luigi whined, covering his mouth.

Seeing his own red face only flustered him more. It began a vicious cycle of being further flustered every single time he looked at his own already red face. This was going to be so much harder than he thought…

“Awww, look at you.” Mario teased, pointing to the mirror with his left hand. “Look at how cute you are!” Mario reacted, gently punching his shoulder before continuing to put the claws on.

Luigi whimpered. “Ihihi’m nohot cute.” Luigi tried to tell him.

“Oho really?” Mario teased, putting on the pinky ring claw before gently dragging the claws down his neck. “I can think of 3 reasons why that is not true.” Mario told him.

Luigi gasped and tittered very slightly as he felt the claws drag up and down the side of his neck very slowly. Ohohoho nooohohohooo…Eeeeheheeevil… Ruuude! So ruuude! How is it that the lighter, teasy tickles are more unbearable than the strong tickles?!

“Kitchy kitchy kitchy koooo~” Mario teased, moving the fingers to the back of his neck.

Luigi squeaked and instinctively threw his head back, trying to cover up his neck as best he could.

“Nope.” Mario gently raised Luigi’s head back up and held it up, while he skittered his clawed fingers all over either side of Luigi’s spine.

The teasing was enough to make him giggle in little spurts. But the tickly scratches mixed with the inability to cover up his spine, made things so much worse…or better? It’s hard to tell. Luigi tittered and covered his mouth with his fist, struggling to take such unusually soft, unbearably sensitive touches.

Mario smirked and scratched the left side of the spine…before scratching the right side of his spine…then the left, then the right.

Luigi snorted and squeezed his fist tightly. “Ohoho nohoho- Thihis is sohohoho ehehevil!” Luigi reacted.

“Is it too evil?” Mario asked.

“Noho, no. Ihihit’s nohohot.” Luigi replied. “Ihihi cahan hahandle it.” Luigi replied.

Mario smiled and brought his claws up the side of his neck all the way up to his right ear. “Now you mentioned you really liked ear tickles…” Mario said, fluttering his fingers on the folds and crevices of Luigi’s outer ear.

Luigi snorted and let out higher-pitched giggles in response. “EEeheeheeheee! Hahahaha- Yahahahaayy!” Luigi reacted.

Mario giggled. “You don’t have to act like an excited child to make sure I know you’re having fun.” Mario told him. “You can act normal.” Mario reminded him.

“Buhuhut Ihihi wahahannaaa!” Luigi admitted.

Mario chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. “Alright.” he replied. “Do what you wanna do.”

Luigi looked up at the mirror again, and covered his mouth with embarrassment. Good lord, his cheeks were like LED lights with how bright and visible they were.

“Hey hey hey, don’t be covering up your mouth.” Mario warned. “Don’t deny yourself the chance to see how adorable you are.” Mario let him know.

Luigi whined and looked down. “Buhuhut…”

Mario shook his head. “When you deny yourself the chance to see your cuteness, then you deny ME the chance to see it too.” Mario told him. “Ihihi’m NOHOT CUTE!” Luigi argued.

Mario smirked and started scratching the claws right behind his brother’s sensitive ear. “There’s consequences for lying.” Mario told him.

Luigi squealed and curled his neck towards the fingers, snorting and cackling as Mario scratched almost mercilessly on the back of his ear. “NAHAHAHAHAAAA! *snort* MAHAHARIO NOHOHOHAHAHA!” Luigi laughed.

Mario giggled. “But…I have a small feeling you already knew that going in.” Mario said. “I didn’t even have to tell you anything!” Mario added.

“STIHIHILL NOHOHOT CUHUHUHUTE!” Luigi argued further.

Mario raised his eyebrows, dropping his jaw. “Oho, you’re just asking for it now.” Mario wrapped both his hands around Luigi’s middle and lifted up Luigi’s green shirt.

“Ohoho NOHO! WAIT!” Luigi yelled.

Mario gave Luigi the biggest shit-eating grin he could. “Any last words?” Mario asked. “Depending on those words, I may go easy on you…or hard on you.” Mario reminded him.

Luigi bit his lip as he looked at the hand placement. Mario’s hands could go anywhere. The sides, the ribs, the belly, the hips, the armpits, he was completely vulnerable. All of them had different ticklish sensitivities…and depending on what his last words are, Mario will choose a specific spot to target.

But unfortunately for Mario, Luigi was in an evil little lee mood…a mischievous lee mood…He was like a toddler that dared to test the rules and boundaries…to see what his ler is made of. Luigi finally smirked as his last words formed in his brain and left his mouth. “You will never prove that I’m cute. Ever.” Luigi shot back.

Right away, Mario started spidering his fingers all over Luigi’s vulnerable belly. “I wondered if you were gonna say that.” Mario declared.

Luigi bursted out laughing and giggling pretty much right away. He threw his head back and laughed his heart out, letting himself lose control of his own laughter. He tried not to wiggle around too much, for fear of hurting Mario or making Mario stop his tickle attack. But some wiggling of the feet and waving of the hands was allowed. He knew that well.

“So tell me: Are you adorable?” Mario asked.

“NOHOHO! IHIHI’M NOHOHOHOT!” Luigi yelled back.

“Are you suuuure~?” Mario clarified, moving his fingers closer and closer to his belly button while giving his brother one last chance to change his mind.

But Luigi was not having it. He wanted Mario to WRECK him. Completely DESTROY him. Rip him to bits! So he stood his ground! “YEHEHEHEESSS! OHONE HUNDREHEHED PERCEHEHEHENT!” Luigi shot back.

Mario laughed. “Ahare you just trying to piss me off so I tickle you more?!” Mario asked, looking at Luigi through the mirror.

Luigi looked at Mario back through the mirror with a mostly genuine, but slightly evil smile on his face. “HEHECK YEHEHES!” Luigi replied.

Mario smirked and stopped his fingers. “Alright.” He moved his hands away from Luigi. “But you have to admit something.” Mario told him.

Luigi’s laughter lessened dramatically as he leaned against his brother with some exhaustion. But it didn’t take long for Luigi to groan and whine when he processed what his brother had said: Mario seriously wanted him to confess something? What could Mario possibly want him to confess?

Mario pointed to the mirror. “I want you to tell that man in the mirror…” he poked Luigi’s shoulder. “That he’s adorable.” Mario told him.

Luigi widened his eyes. Are you kidding me?! He- He seriously has to…

Luigi groaned and pouted. “Noooo. Not happening. I’m not cute. And no amount of bribery will make me admit that.” Luigi told him.

Mario raised an eyebrow and let go of Luigi. “Fine. The tickle session is over then.” Mario decided.

Luigi widened his eyes and paused. Wait, WHAT?! THAT’S IT?! “I-”

Mario stood up and removed the claws from his hands. “You don’t want to give yourself a confidence boost? Fine.” Mario replied. “Then you’re not gonna get all the tickles you wanted.” Mario replied, poking his shoulder.

Luigi blinked as he dropped his jaw, both offended by Mario’s actions…and also impressed. He had to admit…That’s a difficult bribe to throw on him. “......Are you mad?” Luigi asked.

Mario looked at Luigi with surprise. “What?” He shook his head. “No! Gosh no.” Mario replied. “But you were looking for a challenge, and I gave you one.” Mario told him.

Luigi looked at Mario, before looking down while lost in thought.

“You have a choice to make.” Mario told him. “You can either sacrifice your dignity so you can have a long, heavy tickle session with me in front of the mirror…” Mario smirked and crossed his arms. “Or you can choose to save your dignity…But you get nothing else from me.” Mario explained.

Luigi thought for a few moments. Wow…He had to give his brother credit where it’s due…What a difficult trade-off.

“It’s your choice, Lu.” Mario replied. “And I’ll accept whatever answer you decide.”

Luigi thought for a bit longer. He was weighing his choices. Being tickled sounded amazing right about now…but he would have to admit he’s cute…and Mario could easily use that against him in the future. If he doesn’t give in, then he goes another day without Mario teasing him for being the baby out of the two of them…But…then he doesn’t get the tickles he so desperately craves.

Luigi took a bit of time to think about how much has changed since Mario found out the truth about the stories he reads. How embarrassing it was…and yet, how supportive and considerate Mario was. It was a huge step up from when they were both little. Mario could’ve easily teased the heck out of him in front of some of the customers. He also could’ve made fun of the community and poked fun at how childish they were. There were so many things he could’ve done, and continued to do…but…he only did it once before dropping it.

He thought about Mario’s words to him that Saturday… Specifically the words Mario said as he hugged him:

“If it’s hugs, cuddles, tickles, any physical affection that you desperately need…Then please let me know.”

Luigi also recalled their conversation...How Mario agreed with him on multiple parts, like how Mario struggled to understand Luigi’s love for physical affection. But…how he was still willing to try and understand…and also accommodate that. But not for free, of course. There had to be one or two little things to trade back. Like his embarrassment and his habits. Try to break those habits you’ve developed as a lee, and I may tickle you as much as you desire. That was how it worked with them. And…it actually bettered their relationship.

And then…Luigi began to remember how embarrassing it was to fully explain things and give the tickle world life within Mario’s eyes…but he also noticed something he hadn’t felt before: Freedom…freedom to talk about the subject of tickling, freedom to talk about his friends, freedom to admit his deepest secrets…all of it. It felt like several bricks had been lifted off his shoulders. And…it’s been amazing ever since. Mario supported him in this love for tickling…and he even offered to help him whenever he could. Peach was understanding and gentle with him when he felt embarrassed about his touch-starvation. And Mamma…She was playful and observant when she found out about it too. How she didn’t ridicule him for ‘being too old to need affection’. She just…loved him for who he was. And…he was appreciative.

Luigi finally let out a breath and looked at Mario. “I…” Luigi cleared his throat. “Y-You’re right.” he said.

Mario tilted his head, listening.

“I am…quite cute.” Luigi admitted, a small blush showing up on his face.

Mario smiled brightly and pulled his brother into a big hug. “Never have truer words been spoken.” Mario said.

Luigi tittered and poked him in the side. “Now YOU’RE starting to sound like her!” Luigi reacted.

Mario gently pushed Luigi to the ground, and lifted up his brother’s shirt before twirling his bare finger in Luigi’s belly button. “Shut up and laugh, nerd.” Mario teased.

Luigi arched his back and guffawed super loudly, before wheezing and letting out manic cackles and long fits of laughter. “BAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHA MAHAHARIOHOHOHOOOOO!” Luigi screamed.

“Whaaaat? I’m right here.” Mario told him with a giggle.

“IHIHIHIHIT’S SOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAD!” Luigi shouted.

Mario rolled his eyes. “Well duh! Isn’t that what you wanted?!” he asked, smirking before blowing a raspberry right onto the poor man’s belly.

Luigi screeched and went completely silent after that. And though Mario stopped temporarily, Luigi would keep on insisting he’s fine and wants to be tickled again. So…a long cycle of strong tickles and breaks began to fill the evening.

#luigi's secret #teasing #so much teasing #inspiration #brotherly bonding #brotherly affection #flustered #ticklefic #ler!mario #lee!luigi #fluff

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You Ain't Her | Erik "Killmonger" Stevens x Reader

Warnings: language, brief mentions of sexual situations (smut thoughts), conversations about sexual consent (i cannot stress this enough: we all about consent over here. no means no at any time). Whew. So this one put me in a body bag but from a real place. A little artsy-fartsy. Would love your thoughts and feedback if moved to do so. Peace and love.

You and Erik dated. It was brief. A walk in the park here, a dinner and a movie there. The latter had you end up back at Erik’s place. A gorgeous Sunday afternoon, rays of light beaming through his living room. You were celibate, he wasn’t. His hand found the depths of your love as you both stood mere inches apart in the kitchen. He just kissed you and your body sank into his like an anchor in the ocean. You smiled and tried to disengage, his stare priming to snatch your mind, body and soul. His right hand traversed down your body, around your thighs, and under your skirt. Your knees damn near inverted from the impact of his touch.

He watched all chastity leave your body. He’d been thinking about this moment from the time you two met. So had you but after moments of your past made you uncomfortable with being in the private presence of a man, you convinced yourself to wait until a public declaration of love to give up your goods. In the kitchen with your back against the counter, with the sounds of a sweet death echoing off of the cabinets, you forgot. So did he. But your face after it happened said it all. He apologized but it wasn’t enough. You went home and sent a text. “I’m not ready.” You hadn’t been on a date since.

“I know it’s a Wednesday when I see you two here!” The waitress, a grandeur Black woman with coiffed gray coils and electric red acrylic nails, grabs the notepad from her apron to take you and Erik’s order.

“Turkey burger and fries for me.”

“Sounds good, love. And what about your date? Baby girl, what you want?”

You weren’t his date. You were his friend. Long story there but not really. Distance grew between you both. A pandemic, life, struggles and setbacks. A lonely night led you to his Instagram page. A pleasant ache coaxed you into his stories. Still fine as ever. Body on extreme point. It almost isn’t real the way his skin lacquers his frame. A special kind of brown only reserved for supreme deities. You wanted to grab his beard in blissful distress. You whispered the Messiah’s name as you watched him drive around to "Sho Nuff" Reminded you of when he picked you from work that one time. You looked over to the driver’s seat and felt so safe.

“May I have the chicken cobb salad with extra cranberries, please?” You don’t want to correct her assumption that this was a date. Because it wasn’t.

He saw that you were creeping around his stories and proceeded to peek into yours. You post short clips of the songs that move your heart and vintage images of Black women who inspire you to be your best self. You did post one selfie though. You just got your hair done; your hairstylist laced you with the best version of Janet Jackson’s hair circa 1995. The curls of your weave cascaded the hell out of your face. It was perfect. Erik fell back in fascination with you. Liked your story to acknowledge that he peeped you too. You followed him, he followed back.

“Work is beating my ass, man. I’m ready to quit,” Erik says, punctuating his thoughts with a sip of his pink lemonade. “I’ve been looking at jobs in Philly. I’m ready to move.”

“Philly? How does your girl feel about that?”

That’s the plot twist to this story. Erik posted this bomb plate of chicken, dressing, yams and collards in his stories. You replied to ask him where on Earth did he find that type of food in you all’s boring-ass city. The place wasn’t far from you and where he gets his haircut every Wednesday. What you doing next Wednesday? Racked with nerves and guilt, you agreed to meet. You didn’t want to rekindle anything with anybody, especially him. You weren’t dating, your celibacy turning into abstaining, so you didn’t want to lead Erik on by going to dinner. But he’s a friend. There’s nothing wrong with grabbing dinner with a friend.

At dinner, Erik asked you how dating had been. You told him that you haven’t. You asked him the same. Oh, I’ve been in a relationship for almost a year and a half. You felt relief then a tinge of jealousy. Damn the woman that gets to sit on that every night. Damn your faith and your obedience keeping you from doing just that with someone else. Damn those men who violated your trust and consent, turning you into a shell of your former self. They don’t tell you that one of the side effects is a fear that every man is out to encroach your territory with no thoughts about how you would feel to be invaded.

“I ain’t tell her about that yet. I’m sure she wouldn’t be happy.”

“If I were you, I’d tell her.”

She doesn’t know about you or this dinner thing. You asked Erik about it and he told you so. At this point, it’s been months. Eight times. You kept count.

“What do you think about Philly? I know you went to college there.”

“I love it. Tough-ass city but I love it. You’ll find a job in your industry there for sure…”

“Figured that. Maybe I can get shorty to move there with me.”

That’s the thing. You can tell that he loves her. You creeped on her IG page and could tell without a doubt that she’s obsessed with him. There’s a great-looking couple, you know that for sure. That night when you found her IG killed your confidence. You felt like she was prettier than you, extremely put-together. Dressed to crush necks. Perfect smile and knows how to match her foundation with her skin tone. Ain’t a baby hair in revolt. You wondered what he saw in you that made him want to take you out and be seen with you. What made him touch your lips with his own and then proceed to play house in his kitchen. Why did he talk you through your peak and whisper into your ear to not hold back your cries as you touched the mountaintop.

You ain’t her. But she ain’t here right now. So why do you care?

#erik killmonger fanfiction #erik stevens x reader #erik kilmonger x reader

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Not Today Mister - Chapter 18

Hi! Finally posted chapter 18 :) gonna try to work on writing chapter 26 today and it'll be close to finishing hopefully. Thank you to everyone who reads this story and your comments are so sweet! They inspire me to continue the story:)

Aizawa x Reader Warnings: Cursing

Today was the day that Aizawa was going to try to speak to you. He decided to get off his ass and talk to you, instead of thinking about how it could go wrong. He felt nervous, like a teenager going to talk to a cute girl. He shook his head at himself, irritated that he felt that way. But the way Hizashi described you made you sound like the perfect person for him.

And the way you hid from him made him feel more interested in you. He wanted to ask you why specifically him and why you felt the need to hide from your crush.

Crush.

Man, he felt a blush hit his cheeks at the word. Sounded so childish but at the same time kind of cute in a way that he could imagine with you.

He just needed to find you but had no idea where you might be. Chances were that you were somewhere in a gym or a hallway, but he wasn’t too sure. He started to walk down the regular paths, most common hallways in search of you but you weren’t there.

Then he started to look into each classroom, interrupting the classes in some of them. He excused himself with a wave and rolled his eyes whenever one of his coworkers wanted to talk to him, not in the mood.

When he walked into Hizashi’s class and saw you weren’t there, he instantly tried to leave but Hizashi dragged him back inside.

“Now, listeners, hear Aizawa speak English! Hear the natural flow and try it for yourselves.” Hizashi expressed loudly.

Aizawa stared at him unimpressed, “Really? You want me to speak English to them?” He said it in English, just to amuse Hizashi, who stared back with a broad grin.

“Yeah! I’ll cover a shift for you if you have a conversation in English with me.” Hizashi promised, glancing over at his class, trying to see if they were paying attention to the conversation in English.

“Okay, as long as you cover two shifts for me, I’ll continue talking.” Aizawa prompted him, raising his eyebrows.

“Fine, I’ll do it. You’re a lousy friend sometimes.” Hizashi grumbled.

“No, you’re just an idiot that agreed to do it. I would’ve kept talking to you regardless.” Aizawa chuckled slightly.

Hizashi whined, “You’re not fair. Sometimes I feel like you like tricking me.”

“I obviously do. Now bye, I’m trying to find that girl.” Aizawa mumbled, not wanting the class to hear. Hizashi nodded back to him and smiled.

“Good luck!” He said, then added a goodbye and then turned to the class, “And that is how you speak in English in a natural flow. Can you tell the difference between that and talking like this – I. Am. Fine. How. Are. You. Doing.”

The class all responded while Aizawa walked out.

He searched a few more classrooms until he decided to go try the gyms. After about twenty minutes of searching, he gave up from exhaustion and decided he’d talk to you when he’d see you next time. He decided to go to the break room to sleep in one of his spare sleeping bags.

Just as he opened the door, he saw you cleaning the couch in the break room. He quickly shut the door and locked it so you couldn’t escape like you did all those other times. He quietly stepped into the room, making sure you didn’t look up at him and he admired you for a few silent moments. You were diligently cleaning the sofa, listening to music on your phone through your earphones.

He sighed softly, still gazing at you. It made him feel relaxed just watching you and soon he leaned against the wall while you were just cleaning, watching you do your job.

It took another few minutes until you glanced up. At first, you froze and then you blinked a few times, and then you gaped at him.

“Hello.” He greeted you, a hint of a smile on his face from watching your expression.

“…Hi.” You responded hesitantly, a soft smile on your face, but you felt yourself flush heavily.

“Are you going to excuse yourself again?” He asked sarcastically, making you chuckle slightly.

“I just might.” You responded, “But you know my secret now.”

“Oh, do I?” He teased, “What secret?”

You rolled your eyes but went along with it, feeling your heart start to beat faster and faster, “Mm, I don’t know, the one where I might like you.” You didn’t know where you were getting your confidence from but goodness, you were actually flirting with this guy!

This very hot guy named Aizawa… oh my.

You gulped in suddenly just as you heard him chuckle back at your words. Oh fuck, even his laugh is hot, you thought. You shook your thoughts when you saw him open his mouth to say something.

“Might? I heard differently…” He trailed off and raised an eyebrow at you.

You turned around to stop yourself from squealing, covering your mouth and squeezing your eyes shut. Then you shuddered and turned back around, shaking your head at your actions and his.

“Right, sure thing.” You responded sarcastically, playing his own game.

He grinned back.

“Oh, acting this way all a sudden? What happened to the excuse me girl?” He questioned.

You stare at him wide eyed, “Don’t bring that up if you know I like you now.” You pleaded and he chuckled again. You swore in your head at it, hoping to hear it more often.

“C’mon tell me why you thought that would work.” He seemed amused, and he certainly was. He was loving this banter with you and wanted more. Hizashi was right…not that he’d go ahead and tell him that.

You bit your lip before you responded with, “It definitely worked. You didn’t even see me when I wore the disguises. That was the plan – for you not to notice me.”

He shrugged, “Well, I notice you now.” It was so nonchalant, it had you gaping at him.

“You can’t just say those things, you don’t know what it means.” You hope he doesn’t get what he just said because it was giving you ideas and hopes for crying out loud.

“I think I know what I mean.” He clicked his tongue at you. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. No, he does not! Because if he did, that meant he might like you back! You couldn’t believe that.

Aizawa was just playing with you, you both knew that. And you kind of liked it even though it was pissing you off a bit too. With that being said, you spoke up, “Alright, that’s enough of the joking. I like you and now you know because of Hizashi and with that being said, I’ll give you some time to think about it. If you don’t care about it or don’t want anything to do with me, you can just ignore me, that’s okay! If you do want something… I’m around. You’ll find me or you can ask Hizashi for my number. I’ll leave now.”

He nodded silently, taking in what you just said, and you walked past him, unlocked the door, and stepped out. He stared after you, stepping out into the hallway and watched as you marched away without ever looking back at him.

He grinned, liking what just transpired between the two of you.

#aizawa x reader #aizawa x you #mha x reader #mha fanfiction

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fairyyeo · 2 years

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head spin

pairing — richkid!taehyun x richkid!reader

featuring — yeonjun, soobin, chaewon, and jay

genre — gossip girl au

tw — alcohol consumption

wc — 1.4k

a/n — inspired by a gossip girl episode i just watched idk i kinda had fun writing this im probably gonna turn it into a full fic if everyone likes it !!!!

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it was your birthday. not even a significant one, yet a party with this much grandeur would suggest otherwise. anyone would think it was celebrating a holiday like christmas or new year's eve.

to be fair, it was pretty magnificent and you were having the time of your life. in fact, you hadn't been this happy for a while. school was kicking your ass, not that you'd let it show, and your family couldn't care less about your feelings as they kept trying to force your relationship with choi yeonjun.

yeonjun was not a bad guy by any means. you truly did care for him as a friend and you knew the feeling was mutual. the two of you just weren't suited for each other romantically and you both knew this. it was becoming increasingly difficult to attend family affairs together and play the part of childhood sweethearts, linking arms and kissing cheeks as you were introduced to more forgettable faces. if you were being honest, this arrangement between your families was doing anything but bring you two together, lately you felt as though it was driving you apart.

you couldn't blame yeonjun, any time outside of school was pretty much spent at your side or yours at his. he was growing tired of pretending and getting worse at hiding it. you knew he was seeing other people frequently and you really didn't care, as long as he didn't get caught and make the situation more difficult for the both of you. if it kept him sane, you didn't mind. you didn't want to lose your friend completely.

speaking of yeonjun, you hadn't seen him for a while. you weaved through the crowd of people dressed to the nines, like yourself, and headed to the bar.

"hey chae, have you seen yeonjun recently?" you asked chaewon as she downed a shot.

"you just missed him, he came to snatch a bottle of wine and dragged soobin away with him." she giggled picking up her glass that the bartender refilled.

you quickly scanned the room and managed to catch a glimpse of yeonjun and soobin stumbling upstairs, one holding the wine and the other holding the glasses.

you rolled your eyes jokingly, "i just hope they end up in a guest room and not my bedroom."

chaewon laughed loudly, leaning back as she clutched her stomach, "yeonjun becomes more shameless everyday."

"yeah," you chuckled, motioning for the bartender to pour you a shot, "i do wish he'd be a little more careful, though."

chaewon knew where this conversation was going, she'd heard it many times before—not that she minded. she knew that talking about it was good for you, since there was no one else you trusted to tell. she always tried to keep the discussion light and full of jokes, you needed that and she knew it.

taehyun, who's eyes had been laser focused on you all night, could also easily guess where the conversation had ended up, even if he was on the other side of the room. your palm rested on your hairline as chaewon smiled, trying to coax a smile from you. he knew that look of despair on your face and chaewon's matching look of persistence as she continued joking about your complicated relationship with yeonjun.

he felt relieved when he finally saw you crack a grin and stand back up, heading back onto the makeshift dance floor—which looked incredible, if he did say so himself. after all, he'd organised this whole party, not that you knew it.

taehyun didn't even hear the girl who'd been talking to him for the last five minutes, he was lost in his own mind. "sorry, i need some air." he'd said bluntly, leaving her mid-sentence.

taehyun strode towards the patio balcony, grabbing a beer along the way. chaewon didn't miss this and was going to follow him out but chose to let him be alone for a minute first, since that's clearly what he wanted.

truthfully, you hadn't even been aware that taehyun was at your party. in your defense, there were a lot of people there and you didn’t get the chance to properly greet at least half of them.

chaewon decided she’d let taehyun mope for long enough. she was going to get him back inside one way or another.

she headed outside to the balcony, making sure to close the glass sliding door a little too loudly so that taehyun would know she’s there. as planned, taehyun threw a half-ass glance over his shoulder to see who had joined him.

“hi kang,” chaewon greeted, going to stand next to him, “what’s going on?” she dragged out the end of the question in a light-hearted tone.

“just getting some air.” replied, not bothering to spare chaewon another glance.

to his surprise, she laughed. “you’re lying. only sad people escape to the balcony at parties.” her eyes narrowed, “so what’s wrong?”

“i don’t know you that well.” taehyun tried to wriggle out of the question.

“i know, but i’m so smashed i probably won’t remember in the morning anyway.” she shrugged.

now she was the liar, but so what?

taehyun let out a big breath, like he’d been holding it for some time. “if you say so.”

“what’s the problem, kang?” chaewon asked, pushing herself up to sit on the railing.

taehyun immediately pulled her down as he simply replied, “its y/n.”

she almost choked on her drink, “well that’s not what i was expecting.”

“yeah, well, y’know.” it was his turn to shrug.

“what is it about y/n? do you like them?” chaewon questioned, starting to talk a little more seriously since he clearly wasn’t the laugh-off-your-problems type.

“what? no.” he replied a little too quickly and with too much defence in his tone, “i’m just worried about them.”

“why’s that?” she asked.

“well, it’s like this…” taehyun began.

the sofa you were sitting on had a great view of the balcony, so great in fact, that you saw the way chaewon placed a hand on taehyun’s back.

interesting, you thought. you were sure that chaewon wasn’t into boys.

you didn’t get much time to consider the situation as the guy sitting next to you slung his arm around you, pulling you closer.

“i don’t believe i’ve had the chance to wish you a happy birthday yet.” he practically whispered in your ear.

you recognised him as jay-something, you couldn’t remember his last name for the life of you. but that didn’t seem to matter to him as he placed a hand under your chin and turned your face towards him.

“is this okay for a birthday gift?” jay asked, making sure he wasn’t crossing any lines.

perhaps he didn’t know you and yeonjun were ‘dating’, perhaps he’d seen yeonjun run upstairs with soobin, or perhaps people were finally starting to realise the relationship wasn’t real between the two of you. whatever it was, not many people often offered to kiss you at parties, and when they did, you politely turned them down in fear of getting spotted with someone other than yeonjun.

however, if yeonjun was upstairs having a little fun, then you could do the same. besides, it was your birthday after all.

you nodded, “i couldn’t ask for anything better.”

with that, jay leant it and placed his lips on yours. it wasn’t long before you were on his lap and getting a little too carried away. to be fair, it had been a long time since you made out with someone, since you never did that with yeonjun and rarely had the opportunity to with anyone else. so you could excuse yourself for getting a little carried away, hands in hair and yearning kisses.

“…and now they’re in there sucking face with jay park.” taehyun said blankly, though he couldn’t bring himself to be mad when you pulled away with the biggest grin on your face.

“at least they look happy.” chaewon reasoned while she tried to soak in the entire dilemma that taehyun had just shared with her.

“that’s all i want.” he looked away, not able to stomach the sight of jay pulling you in for another kiss.

“we’ll work this out kang, don’t you worry too much, okay?” chaewon pat his back comfortingly once more before heading towards the door.

just as she was about to leave, taehyun called over his shoulder, “thanks for the talk, kim.”

she simply waved goodbye as she went back inside, leaving taehyun alone like he originally intended to be.

taehyun thought back on his conversation with chaewon. he knew he wasn’t in love, the two of you were nothing more than acquaintances, it wasn’t possible.

but if that was the case, then why was the thought of you making out with jay park completely nauseating? and why did the sight of your smile make his head spin?

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michidafantasy · 1 year

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Don't Lose Your Light - {Stardew Valley - Shane x Farmer x Alex }

Credits for this to @queenofcommoners. This lovely lad gives hella good inspiration for angst.

Plot: What happens when someone isn't willing to change? Their loved one who tried to save them turns to the very thing that breaks them. Just when hope seems gone, an unexpected thing sheds some hope.

tw: substance abuse, blood, mentions of verbal/physical abuse. Discretion advised

For a little extra umph to this, I recommend listening to "Devil Doesn't Bargain" while reading.

She really thought she could change him. He swore he was going to quit, that this would be the last time. Man, had she heard that so many times before. Before her, a man on his knees, hugging onto her hips and hiccupping between his tears.

The blood-shot eyes showed her a bottomless ocean of lies. Was he at the therapist like he initially said? Or was he guzzling things down with Pam again at the Saloon?

She wasn't sure how many times she had heard the same story, only for her to find out down the road that he was willingly lying to her. Deep down, she knew he wasn't going to be able to stop his drinking. For an alcoholic, it's not that easy of a journey. She was prepared for the relapses and the ugly times, but she didn't expect it to get as bad as it did.

She tried to keep the house as dry as she could until the withdrawals got so bad he was violent. The screaming could be heard all through town that night and the nature of the scream was violent enough for Lewis to come running with Alex and Sam in tow to ensure something had not happened. It was a good thing they arrived when they did too.

The door which had once been locked was kicked down with all the strength Alex had in him. Lewis and Sam had to pull Shane from her as she was cowering in the corner, fresh bruises forming from where he had grabbed her too tightly.

Alex stood there while Shane was dragged from the house, profanities of "Bitch" and "Pricks" littering his mouth.

He wasn't one of many words and up to this day hadn't been exactly close with this girl, but to see her in that position took him back to the days when he was forced to endure his father's exact same path. He was an emotionally numb man, but that didn't mean he couldn't understand feelings...he just couldn't really act upon them like most.

One thing he did know was to get her to safety. His grandmother would royally beat his ass if he left her there just to sob to herself. He wasn't raised to be that way.

So, without many options on where to take her, he decided his grandmother would be the best one to assist. She had impeccable nursing skills and it was a no brainer given that the farmer and her were fairly good friends at that point.

He didn't account for forming a decent bond over the following weeks with that girl, though. Shane had been taken to a rehab center, but she was still so shaken up. Alex somehow found himself assisting her the following weeks to somewhat ease her mind.

It definitely seemed to help her. She was opening up through their conversations about gridball and various farming activities. They both sought in each other a sense of belonging. Alex, helping her on the farm while she taught him how to tend to the crops, was able to find a new way to exercise.

Things were pretty good. He actually felt a little bit happier. Those little dinners after a long day and chilling with her while his grandmother tended to her wounds gave him a bit of routine he could look forward to.

Yes, it was all good until Shane was back. The moment his feet stepped onto that farm; it was like she took him in with amnesia of the past. Alex wasn't too keen on the idea of them being alone, but she was so reassuring the this time it was different.

That was a pattern that existed again and again and again.

Now, she sat alone in the bathroom with a bottle in hand. She found them stashed away while Shane was out. Months of swearing she was insane and calling her crazy for assuming she smelled the booze on his breath came to this.

One major screaming match and him storming out of the door. Now she was alone. Her pain and anger filled her to the brim. She wasn't sure what was happening next because the once full bottle was now empty. Her gut turned into a fire pit.

She couldn't control the anger and sadness. Within seconds she would be feeling the sharp sting of broken class against her palm. There she lay on the floor, sobbing to herself.

No one in the town seemed to notice the morning after that she wasn't at the store or stopping by the Saloon to check in with Gus on things happening. People assumed she was tending to Shane, none the wiser of the prior night event. Everyone went about their day.

However, someone noticed. Well, two did. A concerned grandmother and her grandson. The farmer had been in contact before the incident and promised to stop by for Evelyn's warm, fresh chocolate chip cookies that day. But, she never showed. Warm cookies turned cold and hard. As the day went on, the grandmother grew more worried.

"Alex...dear..." she said from the kitchen table, "I know you don't like being around her situation..."

He hummed in response, tapping his knuckles against the table as his grandmother continued on, "She hasn't called. I'm worried. Can you at least make sure she didn't overwork herself?"

His heart didn't know what to think or feel, but his gut told him the best thing would be to check on her. So, reluctantly, he did.

He trudged through the darkness to the farm. It appeared to him the crops hadn't been watered nor harvested. Animals seemed to be rather distressed from being unfed. Something was entirely eerie and unsettling about the scene.

It wasn't until he could hear her little dog inside frantically barking that Alex's heart sank to his stomach. He was afraid of another scene like what happened months ago. He fought with himself. Did he really wasn't to subject himself to the triggers again? Was Shane in there making more trouble?

"Farmer?" He called out intially, knocking on the door.

No answer.

Another louder knock. No answer.

Now he was concerned, finding himself shouting her actual name.

Once again, he had slammed the door in; Robin would be killing him for that later.

"Where is she?" He pleaded aloud to himself.

The steady mumbles and hiccups caught his attention. Up the stairs and to the left, a horrifying scene. Bottles strewn about the room. Dried blood caking the counter, mirror, and door. He saw the broken glass and her bloodied hand.

She was laying in the floor, curled up in a ball.

"Oh fuck.." he cursed, rushing to her side, "hey...hey ----, wake up, Are you with me?"

Her eyes, heavily glossed over, struggled to focus on him, "Ah? Alex..." she managed to say, followed by incoherent mumbles.

"Jeez...what the fuck..how much did you?"

She chuckled and rolled over, groaning in pain.

Alex sighed and gently picked her up, "I gotta get you to Harvey..."

It must have been hours. Caroline was kind enough to help clean the farm house while the available men searched for Shane, but Alex refused to leave her bedside.

Harvey was concerned for him, "You know if anything happens, I can call. You need to rest too. You're no good if you're a wreck yourself."

He just focused on her, "Why didn't she just...call me?"

Harvey sighed and sat down, "Some of us struggle to reach out when we need to. Either we feel like we're a burden, we just don't know how to process, or it can be denial. No one really knows..but my assumption under her stress is that she just snapped and couldn't handle anything. We do things in the spur of the moment when we're at our lowest at times...rational thinking isn't easy when you're under duress."

Alex continued watching her, chest heavy. Harvey rested a reassuring hand on his shoulder, "She's going to be okay."

For the first time since Yoba knew when, Alex found himself actually praying for her to come to her senses. He couldn't lose someone else at the expense of alcohol.

#stardew valley fanfic #stardew imagines #stardew valley shane #stardew valley alex #shane x farmer #alex x farmer #stardew

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cherryspikes · 6 months

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You know you love me

‧₊˚ 📸 ✩ ₊˚ Multiple ships - EAH Gossip Girl AU

⭒ desc: After a rat infestation shuts down the school, students from Nottingham High get transferred to different schools all over New York. Sparrow and his friends ended up being part of the unlucky few who were sent to Ever After Prep. Being thrust into the world of the disgustingly rich felt like diving in head first into a pile of rocks. Tensions between the students were high enough, but after an anonymous blog starts spreading gossip it all rises to another level. Secret relationships, millions of dollars, and nosey teenagers were already a recipe for disaster. But it seems someone is trying to make every student's life a living hell.

⭒ content: this is a story with a full plotline!! please read the first chapter before reading this. you do not have to have seen Gossip Girl to understand but there are some references that are funnier if you have. mentions of drugs and alcohol. - THIS IS NOT A FULL RECREATION OF GOSSIP GIRL - its eah characters in a gg inspired universe with reimaginings of iconic gg plotlines.

⭒ wordcount: 3,645

cross-posted on ao3 !!

⭒ note: sorry this took so long to update school is kicking my ass 😭

Chapter 1

Chapter 2: Lost in Some Tension

The loud pop music was starting to make his head hurt. It’s not that Sparrow didn’t like it. All of his closest friends knew about his secret love for Nelly Furtado. But you can only listen to so many electronic beats until your brain turns to mush.

He was starting to get a headache, and that, with the feeling of being out of place, was not a good pairing. He awkwardly stood in the corner, drink in hand. Parties like this weren’t his scene. Social gatherings in general, weren’t his scene. Faybelle had dragged him out to an Upper East Side party because she said he needed to talk to people more. He agreed to it, thinking it would be fun to explore other sides of the city, but now that he's actually there... He kind of regretted it.

It's not like he didn’t want to talk to others; he just didn’t know how. He was a fish out of water flopping around the ground. Faybelle tried her best to include him in conversations, but whatever he did, it seemed like they just weren’t interested. So he let her go and hang out with her friends. He didn’t want to drag her down with him.

His moping was depressing. If he wasn’t going to do anything, he needed to leave. Once he mustered up the courage to leave, he immediately felt himself bump into something. Of course, he would knock into someone the second he decides to move; just his luck. He frantically apologized, but the white-haired girl he talked to shook her head. “Ah, don’t worry about it! I didn’t like this dress anyway.” She assured, looking at the stain his drink left on her white iridescent dress. Once she fully turned to face him, her hair's black and lavender strands distracted him.

She kept on talking, but it wasn’t really a conversation. He wasn’t saying anything. She seemed to notice this and stopped talking about the fashion designers her dad had invested in or something like that.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you before... Where are you from?” He took a second to respond, not realizing he was even asked a question.

"Oh, – Uh, I’m from Nashville, but I, uh, just moved into my dad’s last week.”

“Well, welcome to the city! Feeling homesick?” She asked, turning her head to the side.

“Eh, I’ve been visiting for years, so it’s like a second home.”

She hummed in response and looked for something else to ask. Usually, this is where whoever he’s talking to would say: ‘Well, it was great talking to you! See you around!’ But it seemed like this conversation was actually going to last. He didn’t really want it to end, either. Judging by her outfit, she had money. A lot of it. He was intrigued. He needed to know more.

“I'm guessing you’re a student, right?” He nodded. “Do you know what school you’re going to?”

“I'm not 100% sure. My dad keeps flip-flopping between his options. But I think Nottingham is starting to win him over.”

She flinched jokingly at the mention of the school. “My mortal enemy…” He looked confused. “I go to Ever After, Nottingham’s like our biggest rival.”

“Rivals as in ‘we compete against each other, but it’s whatever’ or rivals as in ‘we literally hate each other’.”

“We literally hate each other. Seniors tp’d their court right before their last game last year, and the bleachers were drenched in eggs.”

“Wow, I never imagined that actually happened in real life.”

“New York doesn't feel like real life most of the time.”

He let out a small laugh. They stood in silence for a little bit.

“I’m Sparrow, by the way.” He held out his hand. She shook it, but before she could reply, a blonde girl came and interrupted them.

“Duchess!” She screamed loudly. “I didn’t know you came back!” The white-haired girl looked startled. “Uh – Yeah! It’s nice to see you too! Listen, um, let me finish this up, and I’ll go catch up with you and Daring.” The blonde replied with a loud Okay. You could tell she could barely hear herself over the music.

Duchess sighed. “Well, I’m Duchess, as you heard.” Sparrow nodded. “You can go with your friends if you want. It was really nice talking with you.”

“Same! Hope to see you around.” After she walked away, another figure replaced her spot immediately. Faybelle stood behind her, mouth agape.

Sparrow's face contorted in confusion.

“You talked with Duchess Swan… And you gave her a handshake ?”

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Detention was anything but new to Ramona. Even back in Nottingham, she’d get into trouble. It has improved over the years, but her temper management still needs work. She gets passionate about little things quickly, and those strong emotions can take over. She sticks to her values and never surrenders. If you upset her about something, it’ll probably take a year for her to not be angry about it anymore. This even included teachers sometimes. If it weren’t for her above-average grades, athletic prowess, and her willingness to go through any punishment the faculty chose, she would be expelled by now.

However, her fighter spirit was starting to die down once she started high school. She was getting ready for college. She needed to be ‘more serious,’ whatever that meant. After everyone was surprised by all her honors awards at her middle school graduation, she realized she needed to change her ways. She needed to focus on school, and getting into a good college. Plus, being stuck in a classroom after school hours turned into the most tedious part of her everyday routine.

Detention was a very new concept to Justine. Getting into trouble was very unfamiliar to her. Having a huge family of 12 siblings made it hard to hide anything. This wasn’t a problem when she was younger. What big secret are you hiding when you're 7 years old? But now that she’s 17, there were many things she didn’t want her family to know. She didn’t want them to know she had failed her chemistry test. She didn’t want them to know she didn’t get a callback for any of the Broadway shows she had auditioned for during the summer. And she especially didn’t want them to know that keeping these secrets led her to smoke weed as a coping mechanism.

"I hope you two understand why you're here. This school takes its policy very seriously. I’m especially surprised at your behavior Justine. I expected better from you," Madame Yaga lectured while she sat behind her desk.

The words hit her like a truck. She bowed her head down and spoke so only she could hear. “I’m sorry, Miss, it will never happen again.”

The older woman returned to the paperwork on her desk after mumbling, ‘Good.’ “Now, normally, this situation would’ve led both of you to the Headmaster’s office.” She looked back up to both of them. Ramona was calm, while Justine looked terrified. “However, you’re both great students, and I would hate for this to damage your relationship with this Academy. Can I trust that this won’t happen again?” They both nodded.

“Well, I have some paperwork to deliver. While I do that, you will write an apology and an explanation of your actions. Both must be done by the time I return.”

As the teacher left the room, an uneasy silence settled. Justine tried her hardest to write her apology. But the words didn’t come to her. She didn’t know what to say. She wanted it to be simple yet genuine. Despite her reluctance to apologize, she wasn't ignorant that she was in the wrong. She just wanted to write the stupid note so this would all be over.

Justine turned around to find Ramona engrossed in her writing. With her head tilted to the side, she seemed intensely focused, piquing Justine’s curiosity.

Regrettably, Ramona glanced up, catching Justine’s lingering gaze.

"Do you have a staring problem?" Ramona frowned.

"You're the last person I want to be looking at, let alone be stuck in detention with," Justine swiftly retorted.

"Same here. If you hadn't been such a bitch, maybe we wouldn't be in this situation," Ramona reclined in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You were the one that started it!”

“I’d say you got yourself into trouble the second you decided to smoke weed at school,” Ramona replied.

Justine didn’t reply. She turned back to her paper. Deciding that was more important than arguing with her. Yet Ramona wanted it to keep going.

“I don’t get why you’re so worried over all this. Madame Yaga said you're off the hook even though you were doing drugs at school. If I were you, I would be ecstatic.”

Ramona finished writing her apology and dropped it off at the desk. She sat on the roller chair and propped her feet on the wooded surface.

“Well, I’m not someone like you, so I’d never do that.” Justine scoffed, slowly losing her patience. She was starting to sound a lot more conceited.

“Someone like me?” Ramona prodded while playing with a Rubik's cube she found in between Madame Yaga's things.

“A troublemaker, a punk, maybe even a nuisance.” The dancer listed.

“Is that what your daddy told you poor people are? Maybe you should focus all that brain power on writing your paper.”

“Whatever, you don’t know me,” Justine argued.

“People talk, princess. I think I know enough.” Ramona challenged.

“Okay, then you should know things are rough for me right now, so I don’t want to deal with your bullshit.” Justine quickly replied. Ramona stayed quiet for a second. Looking her up and down.

“Don’t you think it’s a little hypocritical for you to be angry that I’m making assumptions about you when you did that same thing to me earlier?” Ramona retorted.

Justine didn’t respond.

“Yeah, I don’t know you, and I’m glad I don’t. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t even fucking be at this shit hole right now.”

After saying that, a lightbulb went off in Ramona’s head. She walked toward her desk, grabbed her things, and left.

“Madame Yaga isn’t here yet!” Justine yelled.

“Who cares!” Ramona responded halfway down the hall.

Justine was left alone and confused. Looking down at her blank piece of paper.

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“Who the hell is this ‘Gossip Girl’?” Briar asked. Whoever they were, had contact with nearly everyone in the Upper East Side, so word of Duchess’ return spread like wildfire. Briar was supposed to be helping Apple get ready for her mom's monthly friends & family dinner, yet the sudden ringing of their phones interrupted them.

Briar’s messages were flooded with thousands of people asking her if she had any idea who it could be. So she had to type out ‘No’ a thousand times. On the other hand, Apple was trying her hardest to keep calm. Sure, her so-called BFF disappeared for a year without letting her know. She then returned without letting her know again. But the more she thought about it, she realized that wasn’t why she was worried.

Gossip had always been a massive thing among EAP students. Rumors about students dating and parents getting divorced had all been discussed before. Gossip Girl just made it more accessible. One of the biggest rumors that floated around the school was that Daring had cheated on Apple with Duchess. No one knows exactly how it started, but someone had started saying they went on dates together at his dad’s hotel, and it all escalated from there. It wasn’t true, of course. When she first heard it, Apple questioned them both for hours. But Daring was too confused, and Duchess was too disgusted for it to be true. That’s what she told herself, at least. She told Daring the situation didn’t bother her. She trusted that he told her the truth. But deep down, she had her doubts. The day she realized Duchess had left, a huge weight lifted off her shoulders.

The days were those rumors were the main topic of conversation at school were the most anxiety-induced days of her life. She couldn’t help but analyze everything Duchess said. Her paranoia made her want to be with Daring at all times to ensure her nightmares weren’t becoming a reality. Apple believed the rumors, disregarding everything Daring had done to reassure her it wasn’t true. She managed to find the tinniest of holes in every story he told her. She made up reasons as to why Daring didn’t love her anymore, and that Duchess actually hated her. The elaborate stories she told herself were eating her alive, but no one could know about it. Especially her parents.

The idea of Apple and Daring being a couple existed since before they were even born. Ever since Apple understood the concept of romance, she’s known Daring was the one . Ever since she understood how marriage worked, she made moodboards of what her marriage with Daring would look like. Ever since she saw pictures of her parents dancing at the Cotillion ball, she knew she would dance with Daring when it was her turn. It was what she wanted the most and Duchess was trying to ruin it.

What did Duchess have that she didn’t? They were both beautiful. They’ve both known Daring since they were kids but Apple knew him since birth. They’ve practically been dating since kindergarten, them getting married is like a prophecy for both of their families. Why did Duchess try to rewrite it? She could (and has) have any man in the world. Rockstars, monarchs, and even unknown, average, regular people. What made Daring so enticing? Or, what made Apple so easily replaceable?

‘Is it my style?’ She could change it. She could wear more makeup and dye her hair. With all the comments made about her not looking like her mother, she has definitely considered it before.

‘My humor or hobbies?’ She could be more reckless and be more impulsive sometimes.

Then it clicked. That was what Duchess had that Apple didn’t. Bravery, courage, the ability to be bold and take the next step. Duchess was never afraid of ‘what ifs’. The consequences of her actions never seemed to matter to her. That’s what made being in a relationship with her so fun. Dating Duchess was like going on a roadtrip without a map, while dating Apple was like following every little detail of a recipe down to the exact utensils they use. Apple had always been more traditional. No rough partying, very focused on school, and absolutely no sex before marrige. Duchess was more “modern” in her ideals, which meant the exact opposite. That was what made Daring want her. At least according to the story Apple kept telling herself over and over again.

It died down after Duchess left. Their relationship sailed smoothly. But now that she’s back and with the ball being 4 months away, she needed to lock in their relationship before it drowned. Even if that meant disregarding her ideals.

Frantically, she left her room. At the top of the staircase, she looked through the guests in her home. She managed to pick out her boyfriend in the crowd and ignored Briar’s warnings. She smiled brightly as she got closer to him and the other men he was talking to. They were discussing college football or something. Whatever it was, it needed to wait.

“Sorry to interrupt, but can I borrow Daring for a second?”

“Ah, of course! Oh, Apple, we need to talk about your next charity gala. I think I have some amazing people you’ll want to invite.” Daring’s father chimed in.

“Oh, perfect! Can’t wait to hear all about it!” She dragged Daring upstairs.

The second they got away from everyone, she kissed him hard. He followed along even though he was confused. It wasn’t until she locked her bedroom door he realized what was going on.

“Whoah, okay! What’s up with you right now?”

She sat close to him on the bed. Still with a brightly fake smile on her face. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, this is so not you. You said you wanted to wait.”

“Well,” She sat on top of him. “Not anymore.” Daring was shocked.

“Now?” Clocks ticking.

“Yes, Daring! I'm 100% sure.” The second her lips touched his again, there was a loud knock at the door. It startled her, and she immediately backed away. Was it a sign? Was this an omnipotent being telling her to think before she acts? To think before doing something she knows she’ll regret afterward?

She ran up to the door on nervous, shaky legs and opened the door. It was her mom and her message was far worse than anything any deity could’ve told her.

“Apple, Duchess is here!”

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When the elevator doors opened to reveal Apple’s penthouse, a wave of discomfort drowned Duchess. The marble floor, glass chandelier, and roses decorating the entryway felt way too familiar. 3 years ago she probably would’ve been excited to enter the house unannounced. A pleasant surprise for her best friend. But now, all she feels is fear.

Apple isn’t one to confront people. If she didn’t like you, you wouldn’t know. She tries to be open with everyone and ever since she became a freshman she was set on changing how students interacted with each other. She didn’t like the name-calling and the gossiping. She tried her best to make everyone get along but some things are just impossible to change. The straight-up bullying did end, at least. But gossip was still a rampant issue. It made Apple feel like her hard work was never enough, (typical since she puts way too much pressure on herself) but she can’t be that angry about it. Sure, Apple didn’t outright hate anyone. But she also went out of her way to separate herself from those she doesn’t like. Duchess didn’t blame her though. No one’s perfect. Especially not if you can afford going to Ever After.

But this is different. Apple didn’t confront those who called her a spoiled brat. But she might confront her “best friend” who disappeared for a year when she suddenly decides to walk right into her house like it's nothing. Duchess felt fear while walking down the hall. Not because of what people were mumbling to each other.

“Boarding school my ass! She went to rehab or something.”

“She definitely had work done. I mean, look at her!”

“I heard she’s pregnant…”

That last one did give her goosebumps. But the main source of her terror was not knowing how Apple was going to react to her arrival. She knew what she did was shitty. She deserved to be the first person Apple publicly yelled at and that’s what scared her the most.

Her legs felt like jelly as she walked up the stairs. At the top, she took a second to breathe and think. ‘What do you say to your best friend after abandoning them when they needed you most?’ She didn’t have time to answer the question because of the piercing gaze she felt on her. She turned around to find Daring staring at her. Instinctively, he fixed his messy hair and shirt. The implication made Duchess wonder what changes had happened since she left. But their eye contact was broken by the door to Apple’s room opening.

“Duchess! So good to see you!” She knew Apple could see the goosebumps on her arms. She knew she was lying to herself about not feeling the tension between her best friend and her boyfriend. Apple could swear her fake smile fooled everyone, but Duchess has known her long enough to know what her genuine smile is like. On top of that, the hug she gave her felt a little too tight. It felt less like a ‘Welcome home!’ and more like an ‘I’m watching you’.

“Yeah, we really missed you,” Daring added. “Want to join us for dinner?”

Duchess’s face contorted in a way Apple couldn’t decipher. Shame? Embarrassment?

“Yeah, about that. Um - I have to get home and talk to Dad. He doesn’t even know I’m here really! So uh, yeah..”

“You’re leaving?” Apple could hear the disappointment in Daring’s voice.

“Sorry, I just wanted to drop by for a second to let you know I’m here. But I’ll see you guys at school tomorrow!”

“Oh great! We have so much catching up to do.” Duchess agreed and quickly walked down the stairs. Just like that, she's gone.

Daring kissed Apple’s forehead and mumbled something about continuing what they were doing later. She nodded even though she wasn’t fully paying attention to his words. She looked around the room while walking down the stairs, spotting Briar and Ashlynn.

“Well, she’s back for good. She’s coming to school tomorrow.” Slightly gritting her teeth.

Briar was busy answering the thousands of messages she had received inquiring about Gossip Girl. Ashlynn on the other hand was shocked by Apple’s words. “Did she not tell you she was coming back?” Her fake smile reappeared immediately.

“Oh, of course, she did. I just… wanted it to be a surprise.”

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e-blast #2: Best friends for never?

2/8/07 - 7:45PM

Poor Apple White, always trying so hard but it never seems to be enough. Wipe that fake smile off your face, boo. It’s okay to yell at people sometimes. Especially if they mess with your man. Queen D’s arrival seems to have shocked everyone. Even her so-called BFF... Wake up Apple! Broken friendships fail. Drop her before ‘MVP’ Charming drops you.

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Who’s going to be Apple’s prince charming if Daring runs off to another maiden? Maybe his brother will finally have a date to the ball afterall…

- XOXO, Gossip Girl

#☆ fiafics #eah #ever after high #briar beauty #cerise hood #duchess swan #apple white #eah fanfic #gossip girl

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tkeyahwrotethis · 2 years

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Six: If your Love was all I had in this Life, That Would Be Enough Until the End of Time

I’m a freelance journalist that works for customers that don’t pay me nearly close to my worth. I like to interview muses with potentially interesting stories when I noticed another freelancer interested in the same person’s story. I figured I could forestall the muse from making any hasty decisions and picking the other journalist if I sucked up to him, showing him I’m the best obvious choice.

When I tried to get the potential muse to see the story I’m pitching from my angle, he would always change the subject. It felt like talking to a brick wall and his indirect eye contact and roundabout conversation made me believe he’s already made up his mind to work with the other journalist. I didn’t let it dampen my spirits, it’s Friday! I just sent one last email wishing him all the best on his future endeavors.

I needed a nice hot steamy shower after the day I had, I felt a little disappointed the day didn’t go quite as planned. I strip down naked , light a stress relief eucalyptus candle, and hop in the shower. Afterwards, I laid in my towel on my bed aimlessly scrolling thru my phone. I received a text from a long distance friend from college , Chelsea. Chelsea was wayyyy more confident than I am and a lot more extroverted.

HEYYY BITCHH!!! I’m in town tonight!!! Let’s hit the club tonight I need to shake my ass! First round of shots on me !!

My bed, my apartment, the ice cream in the freezer, and the new episode of Love Island sounded like a much better evening to me, but she’s rarely in town so why not. Before I could respond with my half assed “ yeah I’ll go”, she double texted saying she wasn’t taking no for an answer regardless. She knows me well.

We met at the club around 11 and we are dressed to the absolute 9’s! Hair and makeup looking pageant ready. By 2 A.M. I’m breaking the seal while Chelsea is on the dance floor grinding on a guy that exactly her type. I stumbled to the bar to get some water in my system when a handsome guy pushed up behind my ass asking me what I’m drinking on tonight. I looked behind me, smiling at him, “just some water” I said while holding up my glass. “Actually I’m sober I don’t even drink!” I slurred my words lying blatantly. He offered to buy me a shot of anything I wanted to I told him I’d only drink 1942 tequila. To my surprise there was a shot of top shelf tequila in front of me in a matter or seconds. After I downed the shot, he led me to the dance floor where we danced all night.

When the night came to a natural conclusion, Chelsea and I split a cab and went our separate ways. “Text me when you get home! Love ya!” I tipsily told Chels. We pecked on the lips and I closed the cab door.

I woke up the next morning with a bit of a hangover. I check for my phone and it’s in my purse when I noticed a business card in my bag. It just had a Facebook profile with a name attached. I searched it on my FB app on my phone and the profile picture was just literally the number 4. Curiously, I added the number 4 profile and slide in their Dms.

Who you are and what gives you the right to slip something in my purse ?!?!

The profile answered me after about an hour or so later.

Hi!! I’m so happy you responded 3! I’m 4! The internet has become overrun by these robots with no real personality, we call them Echos. There are only 4 real people in the world influencing the internet. The echos take pieces of real people and post it on the internet. They are more famous so they always overshadow the truth.

4 further explained to me that they’ve made contact with me,3, and two, but has no idea who 1 might be. 4 told me a suspicion that 1 might be actually rich and famous because the job of an A list celebrity is to inspire and have fans imitate them. They’d be even harder to find.

The only celebrity coming to town was Justin Timberlake. He’s charismatic, sexy, he can sing and dance. He’s literally America’s golden child since his Disney days and soo unproblematic. We got our tickets and decided to meet at the concert, and figure out if Justin Timberlake is our number 1.

The days leading up to the concert my mental health was on the decline. I was seeing so many targeted ads that seemed like something I could have said or might have written but it was absolutely not my work. I felt like an imposter. I started questioning everything , wondering if maybe I’m the one who is an Echo. Am I an echo of something bigger than me? Am I an original truth? I’m not rich or famous. Am I enough? Despite all my doubt about being number 3, I made my way to the concert.

4 and I agreed to take the train to NYC together. I had a personal bottle of Henny in my bag because I was nervous as fuck about this whole ordeal: meeting a stranger, and going to a concert together to see if Justin Timberlake is a real person. This all sounds crazy!

When I met 4 she wasn’t what I expected at all . She was a bit Grunge and beyond talented musically she could sing beautifully and plays guitar. I told her I write and I’m a journalist. I shared some of my bottle with her and we got a bit more comfortable with each other. 2 was waiting for us on the train platform in NYC she was covered in body glitter, wore a skimpy little outfit, and was supper bubbly. 2 is a dancer! We all took a swig of liquor as a friendship initiation and got everyone on the same page. We assessed the scene and noticed our echos. They were better dressed , more expensive outfits and some just all together better looking . It was intimidating to be us and even though the Echos look like the real deal , we wanted to meet the one !!

When we got in the concert Justin’s performance was BEYOND amazing!! Although he wasn’t doing a meet and greet or anything, he did say a cryptic message saying he’s the one, and he WAVED in our direction. I literally almost fucking fainted ! We screamed and put out hands in the air with excitement because deep down we knew he was talking to us. 2,4 and I felt euphoric. After the concert we kept in touch to try and navigate how to be real and stay true to ourselves and our truth in a world full of echos.

The End !

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iheartgracie · 3 months

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campus nights reagan soft quotes

“that’s my neurotic but lovable roommate, Reagan.”

“Reagan smiles, deep dimples popping out.”

“Reagan reappears in green with her hair down, looking like she walked out of a salon.”

“Well, he’d be a fool to turn you down,” I tell her honestly. Reagan is the kind of pretty that you wish only existed on the pages of a magazine or on TV.”

“Reagan smiles. I freaking love her dimples.”

“Putting makeup on Reagan is fun. She’s so naturally beautiful I probably couldn’t make her look bad if I tried,”

“Reagan is a theater major, and according to Dakota, she kicks ass in the school plays.”

“Can you do this for my date?” Reagan makes a circle in front of her face.

“Absolutely, but you don’t need my help to look gorgeous.”

“The green gown she wears could have been made specifically with her in mind. She looks exquisite. That’s my first thought, but the longer she’s on the stage, the more I fall into her character. I smile as the clock strikes midnight, she bows her head and slowly walks backward until she disappears behind the curtain. After the rehearsal, she comes down off the front of the stage and finds me in the third row.

“What did you think?”

I pull her into a tight hug. “You are so talented, Reagan.” I let her go to look her in the eye, so she knows how much I mean it, and then I hug her again.”

“She’s so damn talented,”

“Reagan looked as hot as she always does”

“I also don’t like anyone talking to my friends that way. Especially Reagan. She’s so sweet and nice.

The Reagan I know is gentle, slow to jump into a conversation, and has never been one to get in the middle of an argument.”

“She’s reverted back to looking timid and unsure, quiet. Now I know she has some fight in her, I want to see it again.

“You were scrappy back there.”

“Mean girls are the worst. Old wounds, I guess.”

I can’t imagine why anyone would be mean to Reagan. Aside from generally being one that hangs back out of the center of attention, she’s just so sweet and good. She has a way about her that makes people want to be friends with her. I know that’s how it was for me. The second I saw her, I wanted to talk to her and find out more about her. Being ridiculously hot probably had something to do with that too, if I’m honest.”

“She’s outspoken, funny,”

“He ducks his head and speaks quietly so only I can hear, “Just be you. Beautiful, talented Reagan.”

“Her face lights up. “That’s where I know you. The Christmas play was beautiful. You looked like a real angel up there.”

“Thank you so much.”

Adam grins down at me. “Reagan’s ridiculously talented.”

My face warms.”

“She’s the kind of girl who deserves big diamonds and opportunities to show them off.”

“You’re fearless. I admire that.”

“You are the coolest girl I’ve ever known.

You’re smart, talented, kind, and gorgeous.”

“She shoots a grin over at me, and damn, she’s stunning. I’m totally gone for her.”

“A talented, beautiful actress. She couldn’t fix a broken arm or do anything that she’d think is heroic, but she is the single bravest person I know. The core of who she is reminds me a lot of that doctor from long ago. She inspires me every day to pay it forward. Ten thousand people, but none of them have made me feel like her.”

“You did a great job yesterday. You found your fire. I know that I’ve been hard on you, but it’s because I know you can do better. You just need to believe in yourself. Not the character. You.”

“I think I’m starting to.”

“But tonight, I’m feeling pretty ridiculous too. Ridiculously lucky, ridiculously happy, and absolutely, ridiculously in love. Anything’s possible. It’s a one and a million kind of night.”

“You’re pretty amazing. You know that?”

“She’s nice, beautiful too. She has these dimples that I can’t stop staring at.”

“My best friend is tough as nails.”

“beautiful and talented”

#campus nights #rebecca jenshak #romance books #sports romance

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freecave · 2 years

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Big l put it on lg remix genius

Start Mondays with the thought that something great is going to happen today! Share these quotes with a work colleague to inspire and encourage them this Monday. David and music by award-winning composer Gary Malkin set to still images in 2007. My girls smiling like it’s gonna be a good. Death come and take us at our last stand, we won't go down without a fight. Inspirational Lyrics: "Yeah when I get where I'm going, there'll be only happy tears.Black Eyed Peas – I Gotta Feeling I gotta feeling that tonight’s gonna be a good night That tonight’s gonna be a good night That tonight’s gonna be a good good night Tonight’s the night night Let’s live it up I got my money Let’s spend it up Go out and smash it Like Oh My God Jump off that sofa Let’s get get off I know that we’ll have a ball If we get down And go out And just.Good morning my friend! You’ve got one more day to rise and shine. So today is gonna be a good day, Today has got to be a good day, Today is gonna be a good day, Good day, good day, good day, good day. Today is going to be a good day and here’s why! We are OBSESSED with musical theatre legend Ben Platt singing our theme tune on The Late Late Show with James Corden. Take a few minutes off to think how the problem can be solved. – “Good morning friends! I asked God for this day to be great day for all of you. The conversation will typically look something like this: Mr. I will go through this day with my head held high, and a happy heart. Konichi wa, konichi wa we like to say konichi wa each Happy day before we play we like to say, konichi wa. Every failure that I learn from is a step toward real success. when I worship His name, I thank Him for the sacrifice of praise. If you only have a quick second to text your girlfriend when you're working or out for the day but you still want to make your girl smile, writing a sweet text as simple as "I hope your day is going well" or "hope that your day is going well, babe" can mean a lot to someone and will almost certainly make your girl smile.Fun fact: Singer Bill Withers sustains a note at the end that is 18 seconds long, one of the Goal: Get them excited about your day together with a peppy good morning text that hints at flirty things to come.9 Songs To Listen To When You're Having A Good Day.These were written by Lee Russell who wrote "No Two Ways About It" and "In His Own Quiet Way". I'm so glad you're here, I'm so glad you're here. God's been so good to me, everyday He's blessing me. If you answer the question and ask about her day, she’s going to answer and expand on it a bit too.Lyrics: Hello good morning, hello good morning.I just had a good day A good day yeah F****** with the same thing The same thing yeah Don’t care what you say What you say yeah yeah Cause i just had. Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me. It’s the perfect morning tune to put yourself in a I’m-going-to-kick-today’s-ass type mood.Even then, his day-ins and day-outs continue every Sunday to go see her, all just to have a nice day.My Spirit Lives On - in memory of Crazy Horse and the Great Spirit of There are 60 lyrics related to Today Is Gonna Be A Good Day. Good day sunshine This song is from the 1966 The Beatles album called Revolver.Most Feel-Good Lyrics: "This is just a journey, drop your worries / You are gonna turn out fine / Oh, you turn out fine / Fine, oh, you turn out fine / But you gotta keep your head up, oh oh / And you can let your hair down, eh eh".

It can help to lift their spirits and boost confidence. So make every minute count to one, jump in and cease the day, And let's make sure that in every single possible way. A linguist weighs in on the history of these terms. The song is composed in a fast, loud rock styling, but was originally written as a slow song with a light chorus, based on classic Disney songs. But there's some sort of shadow over her head that Alex may not be able to charm his way past. List contains Today is gonna be a good day song lyrics of older one songs and hot new releases. You can repeat the first line of the song for a single line or just go through all ten numbers. It’s A Great Day To Be Alive – Travis Tritt.

“I had such a good time the other day, I wish every day was like that.

Music is one of the most powerful tools to be inspired, the feelings you get from rhythm and melody are indescribable Nothing can stop me from having an amazing day.

#Big l put it on lg remix genius

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frazzleboop · 2 years

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Brrrp?

I got inspired by a conversation with @moonscockwarmer on Twitter for this~ I hope you enjoy this lil drabble!

Pairing: Moondrop x Reader

Words: 1,290

You almost can’t believe your eyes. It had taken months—literal months—to get to where you were now. The silence that stretches between you and your companion is comfortable, and even that is a blessing compared to how he had treated you when you’d first met. Not that you could blame Moon, not really. He was programmed to look after kids, after all; he didn’t have to be personable to the adults if it didn’t suit him, and that was fine. You’d been fine with that… for a little while anyway.

You’d tried not to take it to heart when your first impression of one another had gone a bit… skewed.

Your first day, Sunny had taken to you like a fish to water. You felt immediately welcomed by the lovable goof; his energy and enthusiasm for play were infectious, as was the giant grin that always had you smiling back at his antics. It wouldn’t be long after that he would follow you around much like that of a lovestruck puppy. He really was the epitome of an energetic golden retriever, always eager for compliments and attention. And Moon…?

Well, let’s just say Moon was more like… a cat. A feral stray cat with a perpetual stick up his ass, but a cat nonetheless. If his general aloofness and grace when he walked or floated about on that wire of his weren’t enough to convince you, there was the little fact that upon meeting you during your first glimpse at the scheduled naptime, he’d fucking hissed at you.

You’d gotten a pretty good look at those glowing red eyes of his and the razor sharp teeth that you were convinced couldn’t possibly be standard design for a Daycare Attendant of all things. You’d recoiled; he’d arched his entire body away from you as he glared and softly hissed at you from between those pointy gnashers, then skittered off somewhere into the dark, presumably to return to watching the children (and maybe you, as you swore you felt that piercing gaze following you for the entire rest of the hour until lights-on).

You hadn’t been sure what to make of that. And when you’d brought it up to Sunny, he’d laughed nervously, waving a dismissive hand at you and chiding, “Oh, that Moony! Don’t worry your pretty head over it. He’ll come around to you, eventually. Trust me!”

With those words in mind, you were determined to change his perspective of you. Maybe even have a little conversation. You were nothing if not stubborn. You didn’t care how long it took; Moon would be your friend. You were determined.

Thus began a long and often grueling slog of attempting to break through to the naptime attendant who had made it his one objective in life to avoid you like the plague. Often, you would find him staring at you from across the daycare, perched atop one of the play structures, the only hint that he was watching you watch him being the pinpricks of red light glowing menacingly in the dark. One or twice, you even think you’d heard a growl, but you couldn’t ever be certain.

It took a while before you built up the courage to approach from behind the security desk, and when you did, he would scuttle or fly clear across the daycare, leaving you huffing quietly to yourself as he found a new roost to glare at you from. You’d decided to switch to a different tactic. If he could pretend to hate you so vehemently (and Sunny was adamant that no, Moon did not hate you, he was just shy), you could feign indifference.

Months of patience. Of sitting still as a statue in the dark playroom, minding your own business, listening to the gentle tinkling of the lullaby that he played to help the children drift off easier. Each time, you swore you saw him creep just that tiny bit closer. The hissing had stopped, and while he still glared from time to time, when you caught his gaze, he would turn his away and back to the children. You would smile to yourself because sure enough, the moment you returned to whatever it was that was keeping your attention, his focus would slowly shift back to you.

Closer and closer. Companionable silence. He didn’t shrink back when you looked at him. In fact, he often seemed to doze off a bit himself, particularly if the children were quiet and there was nothing to do. The fact that he was comfortable around you enough to close his eyes in your presence spoke volumes and made you want to cry in joy.

The two of you lean back against the soft foam half-wall encircling the naptime area, sitting criss-cross applesauce and simply basking in the gentle lull of the music box and the soft whirring and clicking of Moon’s internal mechanisms that just reminds you of a big cat purring. He sits so close to you now, the tiniest contact of your knee and his, your elbow and his; barely there, but you figure he wouldn’t be touching you at all if he didn’t choose to be so close. This was progress, and you were so afraid to ruin the moment by speaking up now—

Moon shifts briefly, his head swiveling slightly from one side and then—

Bonk. The side of his metal and silicone faceplate makes contact with the side of your temple—not hard at all, just a subtle tap that grabs your attention abruptly—a soft sound puncturing the silence as it escapes his voice box.

“Brrrrp?”

You freeze, startled and confused, and he seems to do the same. Slowly, oh so slowly, you turn your head to blink at him with wide eyes. “Did you just…?”

The tinkling of the music box cuts out and the only sound remaining seems to be the uptick of his gears and his cooling fans kicking on. His eyes blink open, he stares straight ahead, and you think you see a flush of color rising to his rounded cheeks—he blushes blue! A tremor seems to wrack his frame and he goes to pull away.

You don’t let him. With speed and reflexes you didn’t know you possessed until just now, your hand darts out and catches onto Moon’s wrist. His entire body rocks as he swerves to look at you, baring sharp teeth as another rumbling hiss escapes him and he looks like he’s ready to fight or flee. Maybe both.

Your heart is thudding so loudly in your chest that for a moment you feel it might burst, but you steel your nerves and reach out to him. You almost fear that he might try and bite you as his red eyes dart to the hand you are moving towards his face, but even he hesitates. You take the time to let go of his wrist and bring both hands up to cradle his face. His own hands twitch at his sides, unsure whether they want to push you away or not.

Slowly, gently, you bring his faceplate down towards you once more, leaning your head in, you carefully, deliberately press your forehead against his. His face is warm to the touch and a blue glow just seems to envelop you both. His eyes are glued to your face. You give him a little nuzzle. “I like you, too,” you finally admit in a hushed whisper.

Moon’s fingers twitch slightly before those long arms go to wrap around you, pulling you securely into his lap as he looms over you. Even so, his trembling only intensifies. He says nothing as he holds you so close, only letting that rumbling purr of his gears speak for him.

#frazzie writes 🖋#moondorp x reader #moon x reader #sundrop x reader #fnaf sb x reader #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #five nights at freddy's #moon #moondrop #fnaf moon #told you I'd be writing for Moon~#If someone made art of this I would die of joy

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prettypeachsworld · 2 years

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I Know What I Want- Jj Maybank x female reader

🤩THIS STORY WAS INSPIRED BY THE SONG In For It- By Troy Lanez. This is my first time ever writing and I hope to write some more fanfics soon! let me know if you have any suggestions or story’s in mind! I hope you enjoy it! 🤩 smut do not read if you can’t handle it🔞🔞

y/n shifted back and forth pacing in her room. Her dress tightly hugging her curves as she ran her hands over her sides over and over again becoming consumed by the action as if it would in some way calm her nerves.

Beep Beep.

Kie : hey girl when are you getting there? I think ima leave in a few mins.

Y/n: yah I’m just waiting for John b to be ready then we will go too

She threw her phone on her dresser and flipped on her bed. She wasn’t always nervous for parties but tonight was different. Her brother john b was taking her and he wasn’t just taking her. He was also bringing two of his friends, pope and jj. The issue was jj. He was the hottest man she had ever seen and she knew his eyes where on her as well. Of course she didn’t think much of it, he was flirty and had all the girls drooling but he never did anything about it. He was mysterious and kept his love life to himself though she was sure he was experienced. Just as she was thinking about the fear of seeing him again her door swung open.

“Damn” Jj said eyeing her up and down as she lay on the bed.

She looked up to see him leaning against her door frame. He was wearing tan pants that slightly hugged his legs with a black shirt that outlined his muscles perfectly she could almost drool. As she eyed him she saw his muscles flexed slightly bringing her back to reality as he looked at her with questioning eyes but quickly ignored it.

“We are ready to go so you should get ur ass in the car before we are late” he smirked while looking across the room at her.

Her heart almost popped out of her chest as she tried to find any words at all. Instead she nodded and got out of bed careful to keep her legs closed. She catches him eye her legs then wondering further towards her core as she swung her legs off the bed. Biting his lips he made eye contact with her then left the door way leaving her with a weak feeling in her knees.

She knew tonight would be long.

The car ride to the party was fairly normal they listened to music and talked about their drinks of choice for the night. John b made sure to tell y/n to be carful and stay safe and if she needed anything to come find her and as he was saying this jj’s hand slowly rubbed her thigh.

“You can always come find me too-“ he soothed.

-if you need anything” he squeezed her thigh just enough to cause her stomach to turn and flutter but as she look over at him he removed his hand and looked away at Pope to start up a conversation acting as if he hadn’t just suggested something, but maybe she was once again just reading too far into things.

The party was busy and her friend Kie was already inside getting her third drink of the night. Y/n quickly found her way to Kie in a panic. Kie knew the sexual tension between y/n and jj and always tended to help y/n get her mind off of it before it fully consumed her. Kie could tell right when she saw her.

“Oh my god y/n you need to relax I can almost see the anxiety radiate off of you!” She said pushing her palm into y/n’s shoulder.

“Ugh I know I know it’s just ugh he’s so difficult it’s like he’s just toying with me and I feel like I’m crazy for thinking he actually wants me and isn’t just playing games to pass the time!” Y/n whisper yelled in frustration.

“Here” Kie gave her a red cup with a light pink liquid inside. Y/n drank it without questioning it and as the pink liquid filled her mouth she could feel the anxiety slip away.

An hour or so had passed and y/n was starting to loosen up as she sipped on what is now her 4th drink of the night. She was feeling a bit tipsy but still had her head about her. As she sipped her drink she scanned the small living room for any familiar faces. There was lots of people squished together rubbing up into each other as the music suffocated the air. She finished her drink and made her way back into the kitchen. By this time she had lost track of where her friend Kie had gone but she assumed she was probably on her way home with some random guy she had met and didn’t bother to let y/n know. As she slipped past some people into the kitchen she made eye contact with jj. He was sitting at the kitchen table with her brother jake and their friend pope. There was a couple other guys as well but y/n didn’t recognize any of them. As she walked in she could almost get drunk off the smell coming from the group. It was clear they where all very intoxicated other then her brother who was driving them home.

Y/n made her way past the boys and towards the fridge where she bent down searching for a cooler. Just as she reached for the chilled Smirnoff ice bottle she felt a hand grip her waist.

“Anything I can help you find sweetheart?” Jj whispered in her ear as his grip on her waist tightened slightly. His mouth was inches from her ear and she could feel his hot and intoxicating breath fan down her neck, the hint of rum and coke from his breath making her heart and core flutter. Y/n grabbed the drink and slowly stood up making sure to brush her barely covered ass against him eliciting a low growl from his lips that only she heard. Gaining some confidence she opened the drink turned around and took a big sip making eye contact the whole time. She removed the drink from her lips.

“Nope nothing u can help me with or find for me” she smirked then downed the drink all in one go. The boys at the table yelling at her as she finally finished cheering her on right until the end. When she finished her eyes locked with Jj’s and she could see the frustration on his face. She just smirked and walked away waving to the boys at the table. One of them asked where she was off too and she sent them a quick smile then looked at Jj.

“ Just the washroom don’t worry I’m not leaving for good, just yet” she could see the rage building in him and she wasn’t sure if he was mad at her or if she way playing him just right for all the teasing he had been doing.

She made her way up the stairs to the bathroom and pushed the door open making sure no one was inside. Her plan was to fix her makeup and maybe zone out for a bit so her buzz could come back but Jj seemed to have other ideas. Just as she went to shut the door it swung back open and Jj stepped in closing and locking the door behind him. Before y/n could say anything his hot breath was back on her neck.

“No more excuses, you always do this” he whispered into her ear placing one open mouthed kiss on her neck.

“I know what I want” he continued as he kissed further down her neck.

“I know what I want, no more excuses” he trailed the kisses back up her neck then suddenly moved back. Y/n leaned into his touch and just when he noticed she wanted it to he grabbed her neck slightly squeezing and crashing his lips into hers. The kiss was greedy and needy. She could feel the lust radiating off of him as he snaked his tongue into her mouth causing y/n to let out a soft moan.

“Mm yes baby I can’t wait to hear those pretty sounds” He whispered as they broke away from the kiss. He removed his hand from her neck stepping back a bit to watch her fully.

“Take your clothes off sweetheart” he smiled.

“Jj what if someone comes in? What if someone hears?!” She lightly yelled. He took a step towards her him smile disappearing.

“I’m sorry did I ask you?”

Y/n gulped as his hand ran up her arm.

“No” she whispered.

“Thats right, now be a good girl and listen huh? I’ll be nice to you.” Jj smiled again.

Y/n nodded quickly a pool forming between her legs. She slowly unzipped the dress and peeled the straps down her arms revealing her chest. She watched as his eyes followed her fingers as they uncovered every part of her. She finally dropped the dress to the ground, confidence taking over again she stepped forward, unclamped her bra and dropped to her knees. A smirk grew as he saw her gently reach for the zipper of his pants. She unzipped them taking them down to his feet along with his boxers. She almost gasped as she saw his member. Her mouth went dry and her eyes wild as she looked at the massive thing in front of her. Definitely he biggest she had ever seen. She looked up at him with almost pleading eyes. He chuckled.

“Don’t worry baby you can do it, I’ll be gentle with you” he said sliding his hand under her chin.

With the encouragement she took his member into her hand giving it a soft kiss on the tip. She heard his hiss above her encouraging her to keep going. She took him as deep as she could hollowing out her cheeks feeling a slight burn in her neck as he invaded her throat. Choking a bit she moved back to stroke a bit so she could focus on his tip. She looked up and batted her eyes at him making him throw his head back and grab her hair.

“Shit that’s it stand up, I need to touch you.” He moaned while pulling her hair. He kicked off his pants and boxers grabbing her by the waist and throwing her up onto the bathroom counter. He crashed his lips onto hers and ran his hands down her body. Moving her panties to the side his fingers easily slid through her folds. She broke the kiss with a soft hum as he slowly inserted his finger. He pumped slowly getter y/n warmed up a bit before adding another. She was now a panting mess as she heard her own juices on his fingers and felt his kisses on her neck leaving hickeys that would for sure be visible. He started to rub her clit with his thumb making her shake. She could feel the knot tightening in her stomach as she gripped onto his shoulders. She threw her head back and opened her mouth but nothing came out.

“Oh yes baby your so close I can feel you squeezing me, let go” he hummed into her ear continuously kissing her neck.

“Ohhhhhh fuck Jj yes that’s it oh my god” she panted as she felt the knot snap and her organism wash over her. As she was coming down from her high he ripped off her panties tearing the side and throwing them to the floor. Before y/n could catch her breath she felt him entering her again but with his cock this time.

“Mmmm soo good baby your so tight”

“Oh no too big too big” she panted putting her hands on his chest.

“No no you can to it y/n please I’ll go slow, please let me stretch you out I wanna hear your pretty words” he grunted slowly adding more into her.

Y/n nodded throwing her head back at the mix of pain and pleasure. The feeling of him filling her up making her start to shake.

“Oh yes Jj so big so big” she moaned as he was fully inside her.

finally losing his self control he withdrew his cock just to slam it back in again. Making y/n throw her head back and scream in pleasure as he spread her legs wider. She could feel herself getting close again because she had already came. He started rubbing her clit again making that knot so tight she wrapped her arms around him and moaned into his ear. His grunts where getting more and more often as a moan would slip from his lips as he would feel her clench.

“Shit baby I think I’m close” he panted in her ear.

“I’m so close Jj please please I’m so close” she begged. They connected their lips again as he gave her 3 more hard thrusts as they both came undone in a mix of moans and pants.

He slowly slipped out of her with a soft sigh rolling over to her side giving her a gentle kiss on the shoulder. She stood up pulling her dress back up as he got dressed again.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for” Jj laughed as he grabbed her waist.

“Well I guess that makes two off us huh? Y/n smirked.

“I guess we should get out of here huh? Maybe find your bother and go back home?” Jj asked.

“Well I don’t think he will wanna do that after seeing how we both look!” She shook her head. Jj slowly bent down giving her a soft and passionate kiss on the lips.

“He knows I like you y/n he said I could stay over for a reason” he smiled. Y/n jumped up and down hugging Jj with a smile.

“Now let’s get out of here for round two huh?” Jj smirked as he swung open the bathroom door to go find the boys and leave.

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𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale × Reader

Summary: You wanted to meet Ransom's family, he wanted to make sure you'd never want it again.

Word count: 3k.

Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), public sex (prompt 11), fingering, unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), a bit of dirty talk, the Thrombeys being the Thrombeys. And I think that's it.

A/N: So, after finding out one of my stories was stolen an translated in Wattpad, I did not know if I should post this just yet but, what the hell? Let's do it. Anyway, this is for @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817 's Shameless Hoes for Chris Challenge so, happy belated birthday! Yaaay. 🥳 Hope you like this at least a little and that it's not as bad as my paranoid brain thinks it is. Also, I just love how the prompts fit perfectly together, don't you? As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*

Wheel results (just attaching evidence):

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Draining, tedious, exasperating. Those were some of the adjectives Ransom associated with Thrombey family reunions. He'd arrive late, have some sort of conversation with his grandfather and leave early to do whatever that took him away from that big house.

Today though, he had a reason to stay for more than half an hour.

If it was up to him, you two would have stayed at home, happy, relaxed, and most importantly, naked in his bed, having a more pleasant time than the one you were most likely about to have.

He tried to persuade you. Of course he did! But your insistence and puppy eyes made it impossible for him to say no to your request.

So, here you were, getting out of his car, cake in sweaty hands and an excited smile on your lips, an expression so different from Ransom's, who seemed to be ready to get back behind the wheel and drive straight to Canada.

He didn't knock; he simply opened the door and held it for you to enter. If the three floor house was imposing from the outside, you felt impressed by the inside. Extravagant sculptures, apparently expensive paintings and other kinds of pieces of art were scattered everywhere, telling you just how wealthy and eccentric Ransom's family were.

“That's Harlan Thrombey! ” You exclaimed as you stood in front of the portrait of your forever favorite author holding a knife and a book.

“So?” Ransom asked, unconcerned.

You turned to him open-mouthed, the cake almost slipping off your palms as you went to playfully slap him in the arm.

“How come you are related to Harlan Thrombey and you didn't tell me?” Your question was more of a shock than an accusation.

The carefree gesture he did with his shoulders only accentuated his next words. “I did not think you would be interested in knowing.”

“I wouldn’t be interested?” Incredulity, flowing out of your lips. “He’s the best thriller author of all time! He’s like today’s Edgar Allan Poe!”

To say that you didn't believe him was an understatement. He knew for a fact that you liked Harlan Thrombey's books, just taking a look at the bookshelf in your apartment was proof enough of that.

“We call him grandpa here.” Said a femenine voice. A brunette walked in your direction, her pretty features hardening as she looked at your boyfriend. “Don't we, Hugh?”

He seemed to be ready to say something but decided not to. Instead he inhaled and placed his hand on your back.

“This is Y/N, the only reason I’m not telling you what you need to hear right now.”

Her eyes rolled in irritation and then turned to you. “I’m Meg. Let's introduce you to the rest of the family, shall we?.” And she dragged you to the room where more people were gathered together, discussing something, not before sending a deadly glare at Ransom.

Given the distance between you and him, you didn't listen to the heavy sigh he let out before waking behind.

“Everyone!” Meg called, making everyone leave whatever they were doing to look at her –and you, in consequence. “Meet Y/N, Hugh's new friend.” She then proceeded to introduce every single member of the family, including the housekeeper and the nurse, except for the grandfather, who apparently had a moment of inspiration and left them momentarily to put his ideas on paper.

None of them left their seat to go and shake your hand except for Meg's energetic mom, who hugged you and expressed how much she loved your coat even though it was soooo last season.

Sitting on a couch next to Ransom, you half expected someone to ask you about how you two met or how long had you been dating or what was it that you did for a living. Nothing. As fast as their attention was on you, it fell from you to their previous discussion.

You now understood why Ransom jokingly suggested deep cleaning the house instead of attending that reunion.

What you weren't aware of, Ransom thought, was that all of them were behaving wonderfully compared to previous times.

You didn't know if you felt more disappointed or uncomfortable. Ransom had left your side to go to the studio for a second and you had barely had any interaction with his family. All of them, dipped in their own matters to even notice your presence.

Fran, the housekeeper, was kind enough to take the cake to the kitchen and offer you a glass of water, but after giving it to you, she disappeared along with Meg and the nurse.

“So,” All at once, the room went quiet as Ransom's uncle spoke. “Have you read any of dad's books, Y/N?” Only until you heard your name was that your head snapped up.

“Oh, uhm… yeah. I'm a big fan.” Taken by surprise, you simply answered.

“Really? Which one have you read?”

And to that question, you felt suddenly included in the conversation since you had knowledge of the topic.

“I'm like fifty pages from finishing 'The Needle Game' and intrigue is eating me alive.” As you heard the excitement in your voice, you tried to compose yourself and said “Though 'Nick Of Time' is my favorite.” You smiled at him, hoping that your answer was a good one.

The woman that was introduced to you as Ransom's mother nodded as she licked her lips. The light of the fireplace, reflecting on her glasses as she moved her head up and down.

“Have you read 'Ultimatum' or 'Drop In The Pocket', dear?” Her tone was curious, but the look on her face said differently.

You responded anyway. “They're not bad. I feel like the ending of 'Drop In The Pocket' was a little vague and out of line but it can always be interpreted as an open ending so…” The change in their expressions told you that you had to add something else to that answer. Maybe it was not time for literature humor yet. “But I enjoyed both.”

She hummed and took her drink, detaching from the talk that continued with courtesy questions until it morphed into a heated discussion between Ransom's father and uncle, who would repeatedly ask for your opinion to back up his own.

The discomfort you felt, dispelled to be replaced by the disturbance of being bombarded with dozens of questions at a time, each louder than the other until they changed to a completely different topic to which you were occasionally included as a neutral point of view.

“She knows what she's talking about!” Said Richard at some point when you confirmed one of his arguments. “Thank you, dear.”

Ransom came back from his obligatory argument with his grandfather to find you nowhere to be seen.

“She's using the bathroom.” Informed Jacob, who did not take his eyes off of his cellphone.

Thinking that you went there to hide, he started his way to your potential direction until an overheard observation from his mother stopped him halfway through.

“… Did you hear how she talked about dad's work? Oh, I assure you she won't make it to next week with Ransom.”

Her and Richard's backs were to him, both of them unaware that their son was listening to their share of opinions.

“And did you see her hands?” Joni joined the criticism contest. “She could use some moisturizer, I tell you.”

As usual, they ignored her attempt to fit in and kept going.

“I know it's contradictory to say this,” Richard paused, as to make his point clear. “But he could do better.”

Despite their whispering, Ransom heard every single word and was glad that you were not there to see what was about to happen…

Ransom's words stuck on his throat when he saw you making your way out of the bathroom, fixing the skirt of your dress, with such niceness and warmth directed to him as you smiled, oblivious to the fact that the people you were trying to get to like you weren't going to.

His parents were right. He could do better. He could determine to not see them ever again and it would be the best thing to happen to him… Besides you, obviously.

“What's wrong?” Your concern was evident, just as his annoyance was undeniable.

Cold hands caressed his cheeks and Ransom thought of going back to Joni and tell her to fuck off. Your touch was soft, comforting, and gave him the greatest idea he'd ever had.

“I want to show you something.” Was his answer. It was better if you were the one who decided to never step on that house for the rest of your lives. It didn't matter if it was out of embarrassment.

Taking your hand in his, he guided you up the stairs to the first landing. The creaking sound of the old structure, probably alerting everyone in the other room that you were going to the next floor.

“Are you okay?” The sweet giggle that you let out when he abruptly stopped, almost making him feel bad about what he was seconds away from doing.

“Better than ever.” And he stamped his lips to yours.

Taken aback, it took you a second to respond. Hands on each side of his face as his own explored your body. When his fingers lifted your dress to caress your ass cheeks was when you ended the kiss.

“What are you doing?” You asked in a breathless whisper. “Not that I'm complaining.”

You were cornered against the wall with Ransom towering in front of your smaller frame.

Trying to escape from whatever he had in mind was useless, you knew that much. Though, you were not sure if you really wanted to escape.

“What I've been wanting to do ever since you got a shower without me this morning.” His lips found your jaw and descended to your neck where he sucked to create a bruise. Your eyes closed to the sensation.

“Wait. No, wait.” His fingertip that had started rubbing your still clothed bud paused it's motions as his eyes focused back on your face. “We can't do it. Not here.”

Ransom's finger went back to work, bringing a soft moan that you tried to suppress. “Why not? No one's gonna come here.” His other hand moved up your thigh to lift it. “Even if they did, they wouldn't notice.”

With an expert swing of his wrist, he moved your panties aside, letting the cold air that wandered inside the house hit you before his skilled middle finger entered you while still managing to rub your clit in circles with his thumb.

Adrenaline ran through your veins, fuel activating every nerve in your body and shaking away fear from your brain, replacing it with lust and boldness.

“I'm blaming you if we get caught.” Your hips jolted forward wanting to feel more of his hand, the contradiction between your words and actions, making him smirk.

He added a second finger. Knuckles deep and his cold ring slowly warming against the inside of your thigh, he said, “I'll take responsibility, sweetheart.” Pumping his fingers in and out, he felt your slick running down the back of his hand to his wrist, wetting his overly expensive watch and the cuff of his cozy sweater .“But I can't assure you we won't get caught.”

His words, instead of working as a bucket of cold water as one would expect, increased your need to be touched by him, the yearning for him to take you right there and then.

“Damn it, Ransom.” One of your hands flew to his shoulder to hold onto him for dear life. “I'm close.”

“You're not cumming unless I'm inside you, pretty thing.” At what point did he unfasten his belt and unzipped his trousers, you had no idea. The friction of his digits was gone in a second but the feeling of his already leaking tip rubbing against your most sensitive parts was enough to make you forget about those trifles.

Your lips opened, ready to tell him to keep his voice down when he suddenly thrusted home, stretching you out so deliciously that you had to cover your mouth to muffle the moan that threatened to inform everyone of your current activities.

Ransom's breathing hitched. Being inside you was a dream come true, feeling your walls enveloping his cock so fucking good… it was like you were made for each other, and he was going to prove it, even if his family didn't really get to know.

His hips started moving. Back and forth, back and forth. Delicately at first, letting you adjust to his size but the second he felt you throbbing around him, he increased the pace. Little by little his pounds gained power and energy.

Your whimpers –stuck in your throat, leaving only soft snuffles that crashed against Ransom's cheek, soon became more rapid, erratic and as his fingers dug in the flesh of your thigh to keep you still while he accommodated to go even deeper you heard a creaking noise.

Your boyfriend's blue eyes met yours, his movements never faltering despite the alert given by the dark wooden floor under your feet.

There was a conflict in your head, and Ransom could tell. The way you tightened and the pleading look on your face told different stories, yet Ransom knew they had the same ending.

Shaking your head, your eyes asked him not to do it, but you knew Ransom well enough to be sure that not even begging could stop him.

“You love it, don't you?” His smile grew bigger as his change of position allowed him to hit your sweet spot on and on, ripping high pitched whines from you and obligating you to close your eyes. “The thought of getting caught. The image of someone seeing how good I make you feel.” The placement of his foot, making the landing creak repeatedly each time he pushed up accompanying every word. “Fuck, you're talking me so well. Such a dirty girl, uh.”

His big hand yanked the strap of your dress down, exposing your left boob. Your already hard nipple was soon attacked by Ransom's fingertips. He'd pinch and twist it slightly, just enough to make your back arch in search of his touch.

Pleasure was overflowing your senses, you could feel your heart thudding in your ears and your legs losing strength. Your hand left your mouth to grip at the back of Ransom's neck to keep you from falling.

The sight of your lower lip trapped between your teeth didn't please Ransom. In other circumstances, he would've let you stay that way, as quiet as possible so no one would walk on you. This time though, it was his intention to rip the most delicious sounds from your lips so you thought of the possibility of his family listening.

And so, he lent to kiss you, passion and desire transmitted through his breath. His tongue asked for a permission that was not really required, but as you let it in, Ransom took the opportunity to bite down your lip.

With your lips forcefully parted and Ransom's restless hand traveling back to your bundle, you had no other option than to moan with each quick circle his digits drew.

A series of laughs and undistinguished words were heard from a distance. Both Ransom and you turned to see what they were about, stopping in your tracks with him still buried deep inside your needy cunt.

“Guess dinner's ready.” Unbothered about the information he just gave, he hid his face in the crook of your neck and resumed his movements.

A shaky oh, fuck fell from your lips as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach forming. Your head flew back, hitting the wall with a soft thud.

“Careful. We don't want to be obvious, do we?” You knew you were about to explode, and by the way your walls were clenching and your trembling body tried to separate from him, Ransom knew as well. “Let go, sweetheart.” A roar erupted from him as he felt you tightening around his length. “Cum for me.”

With a last, powerful thrust of his hips, you let out a silent scream. The coil snapped, making you see a kaleidoscope of colors behind your eyelids and listen to a loud ring in your ears.

Ransom followed right after, cursing as he finished inside of you, coating you with every last drop and making sure everything would stay there.

He slid out, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness as he zipped his trousers and took a step back to let you fix your appearance.

You managed to accommodate your dress just in time for Ransom's family to walk out of the room they were in to see you. Your agitated breathing and blushed cheeks, getting everyone's attention.

“Are you okay, dear?” Ransom's dad asked.

“She's fine.” Your boyfriend answered for you. “She's feeling a little sick. I better take her home.” He took you by the hand and helped you down the stairs to the door, which you thanked. Had he not done it, you would have tripped taking the first step.

“But she hasn't met grandpa yet.” Meg noted, furrowing her brows.

“It'll be next time.” And with that, Ransom took you out of the house and in the passenger seat of his car without giving anyone the chance to say goodbye.

When you were at a considerable distance, you sighed, letting out the air you didn't know you were holding.

“Just so you know, there won't be a next time.” You informed him, against your want to meet his grandfather.

“Why not?” He asked with a chuckle, already knowing the answer.

“Cause embarrassment won't let me come back in the near future.”

Behind an eye roll and a tap on your thigh, Ransom hid the triumphant grimace his perfectly carried out plan gave him.

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