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beautifulchris · 2 years ago

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muggleborn

pairing: lee minho x gn!reader

wc: 3,7k

featuring: bang chan, seo changbin, han jisung, lee felix, ateez’s seonghwa, the boyz’s changmin

summary: minho likes to go to the prefect’s bathroom to relax but oh! you're here as well

genres: hogwarts!au, kinda strangers to lovers!au?, slytherin!minho, hufflepuff!reader, fluff

warnings: it’s fem implied because in the universe, there’s one guy prefect and one girl prefect; other than that i used gender neutral pronouns

notes: thank you for reading and liking my work, it means a lot ♥ moodboard made by me, pictures found on the internet. reposting works from my old blog

order of writing: chan - jisung - minho - hyunjin - jeongin - seungmin - changbin - felix

networks: @kflixnet @k-labels @straykidsland

tag list: @badwithten @raethethey send ask/dm/comment to be added!

On a cold sunday in november, you were so exhausted from all the homework you had this week, you decided you needed a long, hot bath to decompress. Well, more like Seonghwa, your best friend, helped you finish your homework early and forced you to rest because he could see you needed some. You obviously went to the prefect bathroom because it was rarely used and very comfortable.

You opened the door after giving the password and soon realized someone was already taking a bath. Since nothing forbade several people to use the bathroom at the same time, you approached and saw Minho, eyes closed, humming a song you probably heard somewhere before. He seemed somewhat peaceful.

Minho was either feared, admired or loved. You didn’t know much about him so you were just curious. How could he be so cold yet afraid others would discover his secret? A secret you knew about since third year, the only time you talked to him, actually.

You had lost one of your most precious quills you owned and went to see Myrtle Warren in the girl’s bathroom on the first floor to ask for her help. You became friends with Myrtle in first year, when you entered the bathroom for the first time. At the time you didn’t know it was abandoned and ran into her. You’ve always called her by her name (not Moaning Myrtle) and been nice to her so anytime you would need help, she would accept without much complaint.

When you entered the bathroom, you first heard “I can’t tell them I’m muggleborn!” then saw two boys facing each other by the chipped sinks. You could see one’s back then a head popped up from the side and looked at you.

“Hi!” he said, waving his hand.

The other one turned around, glared at you and almost ran to the door. You saw the look in his eyes, he was scared. When he was next to you, your mouth moved on its own while you were still processing what was happening.

“Being a muggleborn doesn’t make you any different from the rest of the students. It’s almost incredible that you were born into a magicless family. Imagine how special that makes you. I promise you’re not worth less and if anyone dares to say otherwise, I’ll jinx them.”

You surprised yourself by your words, but maybe it was the Hufflepuff in you that couldn’t stand seeing him down like that. His heart warmed up and he smiled —you couldn’t see that— and he left without a word. Your gaze drifted to the door and you stayed like that until the one that greeted you came to you.

“Hey, I’m Chan.” You recognized him as the keeper of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

“Y/N,” you smiled softly.

“Thank you for your words. I think it got to him.”

“With pleasure. It’s the same for you by the way. I hope you’re not feeling self-conscious about it.”

He looked at you dumbfounded. “How—”

“Just a guess,” you answered, “and your reaction proves I’m right.”

Chan smiled, showing his dimples, then made a more serious face. “Can I ask what you’re doing here?”

“I came to find Myrtle, I got robbed.”

“Oh shoot! I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s alright, Myrtle or I will find it. What were you doing here?”

He scratched the back of his neck. He was in the girl’s bathroom after all and he knew it. “Um. We needed a quiet place to talk and this one was the closest.”

For the little story, Myrtle found the quill, a second year had stolen it. He gave it back when you came to him with Myrtle giving him death glares from behind you.

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You hesitated between taking your bath with him or leaving him be and coming back later. You didn’t really know him and you didn’t know if it was the right place to start a friendship so you decided it was best to go. When you stepped back, your eyes still on him, you stumbled on one of the sinks, swearing under your breath. He opened his eyes wide in your direction and stopped humming abruptly.

“Y/N??” Oh, he knew your name.

“Um, sorry, I’m going to leave, I’ll come back later.”

“Or you can join me? Maybe, if it’s not too weird?”

You froze. Was Minho really asking you to take a bath with him when it was literally the first time this year that you exchanged a word? Wow. Bold. Maybe he just saw the perfect opportunity to get to know you better and was internally praying you would say yes.

You did and joined him, seating not too far to hear what he would say but not too close either to insert boundaries. Because, yeah, you wanted to know more about him too but not scare him off. People labeled him as cold but at that moment, he was far from that. He kept smiling shyly and it was a nice sight.

You didn’t leave that bath until the water was cold and you had wrinkled fingers, meaning you stayed in there for about three hours, talking and playing in the water. You just had that connection with him and almost regretted you haven’t started talking to him before.

What you didn’t know was that Minho had a crush on you since the time you talked in the girl’s bathroom, three years ago. Your words really got to him and even if he never shared his secret information with anyone but his closest friends, he had this feeling that if anyone would come at him for it, you’d be by his side. In a way, the idea comforted him.

The next day, even after your efforts to rest, you were tired.

“I had so much trouble sleeping last night,” you sighed as you sat at the Hufflepuff table next to Seonghwa.

“Even after all my efforts to make you rest?”

“It could be because someone was thinking about you,” proposed Changmin, your other friend, mindlessly playing with his marmalade toast. Both were Hufflepuffs.

“Who the hell could think of me at 3 am?”

A large group of people heard your sentence, including the ‘someone’ in particular, who was about to sit at his table, bowing his head in embarrassment.

Changbin, who saw and heard it all, laughed. “What, you’re the one preventing them from a good sleep? Man, I didn’t know you were so mean.”

“Shut up Binnie, like you can probably realize, I didn’t sleep much either.”

“When do you plan on telling them?” he asked as he gave Minho the tea-pot.

“When the time is right. Which is not now, we just started talking.”

“That’s a start, I wish you good luck.”

Minho sighed. “Thank you.”

Since that day, you would talk to him from time to time, getting to know each other better because obviously, three hours weren’t enough.

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Weeks passed and a morning after the christmas holidays, you found a note on the backboard about the apparition lessons. You were thrilled by the news. In the Great Hall, you heard some students of your year already talking about it. You sat next to your best friend, who was already seated at the Hufflepuff table.

“Hi Seong. Can’t wait to take the apparition lessons,” you excitedly said as you poured cereals in the bowl in front of you.

“Hey, me too.” He gave you the milk and you thanked him.

“Bet you’ll apparate a mile south,” laughed Changmin, resting on his elbows in front of you.

You smirked. “Bet you’ll apparate under the rain.”

“You children.” Seonghwa’s remark only made Changmin and you giggle.

A week after you signed up for the lessons and paid the required 12 galleons, they finally started. It wasn’t as easy as you could think but you were determined in succeeding.

The first week, the ministry employee that came to give the lessons basically spent the entire hour talking about the dangers of apparating without a flawless concentration. Like leaving an eyebrow, a piece of cloth or even a leg behind.

The next week, the first tries were made. You all needed to try and apparate into a hoop by focusing your mind on the hoop and then spin around with the intention of appearing in the hoop. No one perfectly succeeded.

Weeks passed and the keeper of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, Seungkwan, disappeared in front of you. Turned out he apparated in the Quidditch pitch.

“He probably thought too much about Quidditch,” Seonghwa had told you.

If only Seungkwan was the only one to disappear. Juyeon, beater of the same team and Changmin’s close friend, ended up in the school grounds under the rain and Wooseok, from Gryffindor, was found a mile south.

Remembering your talk with Changmin a month before, you went to him after the lesson.

“Does that mean we can predict the future? Sounds scary,” he gasped dramatically.

“Idiot, it could happen to anyone. Sicheng apparated at the entrance of the forbidden forest last year.”

“How do you know?”

You shrugged. “Seonghwa told me. He’s a fan.” Sicheng was one of the chasers of your house’s Quidditch team.

The first person to succeed was you. You were astonished to say the least while your friends, on the other hand, weren’t even surprised. They always said you were the best of your year and this accomplishment was just proving it once more. A guy in the back made a displeasing comment about you but you didn’t hear. The next day during breakfast, however, you were obliged to see the same guy’s head inflating after drinking his tea. One of his prefects counter-spelled him and went back to eat like it was nothing.

Next week, Gryffindor Chanwoo apparated between the forbidden forest and the lake, although he was the last one to apparate anywhere else but into the hoop.

The following weeks, Seonghwa, Minho and Seungkwan succeeded, followed by Juyeon, Wooseok, Changmin and a few others.

“It was about time,” the latter had sighed.

The last few weeks, everyone managed to reach their goal without losing any members. Finally, all those you cared about had their license to apparate, including Minho, and you were proud of them —and yourself.

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Life was somehow good to Minho because you too had feelings for him. The day you realized that, you were in your fourth year, at the library on your own, working on some transfiguration homework. A 6th year slytherin with books under his arm passed by you, calling you a ‘nerd’ with a disgusted face. It wasn’t an insult for you anymore, you were just doing your homework and listening in class, the rest was easy but only because you were passionate about it.

Seeing he was ignored didn’t please him but before he could add anything, his books turned into birds and flew away from an open window. The noise made you look up at the guy in disbelief while he was running out of the library and after his books, screaming, under the disapproving look of the librarian.

Behind a shelf, there was a boy who put his wand back in his pocket and returned to his homework as if nothing happened. You knew it was the boy you gave a speech to the year before and from this day, you were thankful for the countless times he got your back when you basically said you had his. Thinking your crush on him had no place to be, you tried to repress it, but his somehow protective behavior made it grow bigger. And here you were, befriending him two years later.

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It was april, you were close friends with Minho by now and spent time with him everyday. Today, you were seated on a bench with Minho’s cat, Pepper, on his lap because yeah, he had a beautiful Russian cat with green eyes. You were almost giving more attention to Pepper than Minho but, he could totally get that, his cat was what he valued most in the school.

“I don’t really like your friend,” he sighed and for a moment, you were confused.

“Which one?”

“Your best friend.” You didn’t get why he was all mysterious all of a sudden.

“The only reason I see you could hate him for, and that’s pure jealousy, is his height.”

“Wait— you’re saying I’m small?” He looked at you in disbelief.

“You’re the one saying it, not me.” You smiled so brightly his heart skipped a beat. Maybe he didn't have to be scared of him.

Later that day, Seonghwa and you were in your common room, doing your homework together.

“So, how’s it going with Minho?” he asked as he was closing a book about potions he borrowed at the library.

“What do you mean?”

“I guess none of you confessed yet,” he whispered, then cleared his throat. “Are you going to confess?”

You didn’t even bother asking him how he found out. “You’re not my best friend for nothing, uh. Am I that obvious?”

“It’s sickening. I wish one of you would do something about it soon.”

“Thanks for your opinion Seong, it’s much appreciated but—”

“Oh please, don’t start with your ‘but he doesn’t like me’ bullshit, he DOES. Listen to me. He’s as obvious as you, if not more, so please, do something about it or I swear I will.”

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The next day in history, you were seated next to Seonghwa, like 100% of your classes. Minho was behind you with Dahyun, the Slytherin prefect with him. The class was often a bit boring because the professor would often talk way more than necessary. Today, you knew the subject already so you let yourself relax a bit and take less notes.

“Hey, I was wondering,” said Seonghwa out of nowhere, “what’s your favorite flower?”

“I think it would be Parrot’s beak. It’s from the Canary Islands and pretty rare,” you replied after a moment of reflection. “Why?”

“Oh, just like that.” He winked and gave his attention back to the professor.

“What’s yours?”

“Oak-leaved geranium.” His eyes never left the blackboard and you hummed in response, going back to listening as well.

At the end of class, Minho was the first one to run out. He took a secret passage behind a tapestry which led him to stairs. He followed some fourth years and when he saw a Gryffindor getting his hair colored in red and standing on end, he just knew who was behind it. He soon enough saw Jisung and his partner-in-crime laughing their asses off, that was until they saw him.

As prefect, he was in the obligation to take points from Jisung (only, because his friend was in Slytherin and he couldn’t afford to take points from his own house). Since he was impressed by the fact Jisung put a transfiguration spell in a hair-rising potion, he decided fifteen points would suffice instead of twenty.

“By the way, I need to ask you something.”

“Just after taking points from me? That’s bold.” Jisung crossed his arms.

“It wouldn’t have happened if you respected the rules, you know.”

Getting out of arguments, he surrendered. “What can I do for you?”

“I need you to find Felix.”

Jisung pushed the older one in the closest empty room then took the Marauder’s Map (for more info read Jisung’s au) out of his inside pocket (he made it himself). He recited the formula and looked at it closely.

“Felix’s outside by the lake. I’m not surprised, are you?”

“I must admit I’m not. Thanks.”

Without waiting a second more, he ran to Felix, who was playing with a plimpy he befriended. The creature fled as soon as it saw Minho running its way.

“Minho? Are you okay?”

He held a hand up while catching his breath. “I’m alright. I need you to put something in the Hufflepuff common room.”

“What, exactly?”

Minho looked around him, took a stone that was at the edge of the lake and gave it to him. “This.”

Felix examined the stone. “…This?”

“Yeah, somewhere Y/N could see it, please.”

He nodded. “Consider it done.”

“Thanks. By the way, do you know what oak-leaved geranium means in the flower language?”

“I believe Seungmin once mentioned it meant true friendship, why?”

Minho didn’t realize at first that he was smiling widely. “Just like that. Thank you so much.”

He then went to the library, needing one last thing: a picture of a parrot’s beak. Once he looked in every flower book in the herbology segment, he asked the librarian, who eyed him scornfully.

“Parrot’s beak isn’t magical. You’ll find what you need in the muggle area. Be quiet now.”

He mouthed a ‘thanks’ and walked to the said area to find what he was looking for.

When he found it, he went to the dungeons to hide behind a huge statue, used Orchideous to make a bouquet of parrot’s beak out of his wand, added a note and waited. Felix soon entered with the stone in his hand. Minho knew he would stay by it until you would find it. A few students entered the Hufflepuff common room, then you came in with your best friend. Minho approached discreetly and used a switching spell to switch the bouquet with the stone. Then, he left before anyone could see him.

You were about to sit on the couch when a beautiful bouquet of parrot’s beak appeared out of nowhere. You beamed and took them in your hands.

Seonghwa looked at them too. “There’s a note.”

“What does it say?”

Seonghwa took it and started reading. “To Y/N, the most kind, smart and stunning person on earth. From a MB.”

You smelled the flowers and smiled joyfully. Seonghwa was smiling too, almost amused.

“How did they know it was my favorite flower?”

“We talked about it twenty minutes ago, Y/N. Someone must have heard it.”

“Is it you?” you enquired.

“I’m sorry but it wasn’t me. I didn’t know what they looked like. They’re really beautiful, by the way.”

Felix watched the entire scene and was pleased Minho made you happy. He couldn’t wait to tell him about your reaction.

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

Seated on the couch with your bouquet in one hand and the note in the other, you were thinking. “MB…”

“Is that initials?” asked Seonghwa.

“Or Miami Beach.”

“Really, Changmin?” Seonghwa face palmed.

He shrugged. “Just giving options.”

After a while, you sat up straight. “Oh my god.”

“What?” Both the boys asked, confused.

“Muggleborn,” you whispered.

“Makes sense,” approved Seonghwa.

Changmin was looking at his friends. “Does it, though?”

Thing is, you knew a lot of muggleborns (and were too oblivious to think about Minho).

(っ◔◡◔)っ ✿

The next day, Felix went to Minho before breakfast. “Y/N was beaming. Never saw a smile that bright and eyes so sparkly.”

Minho’s smile was wide. “Thank you so much, Felix. Do they know who did it?”

“I’m not sure. I don’t do eavesdropping,” he said, giving his friend a subjective look.

“I don’t do that either!”

“Sure. How’d you know Parrot’s beak was Y/N’s favorite flower then?” Minho’s cheeks burned and he refused to look the younger in the eyes.

Later, you found Minho at the library and spent time with him.

“So, I heard you received a bouquet,” he said as casually as he could. For a brief moment, he thought you were going to ask him if it was him and got scared.

“Yes, the flowers were really beautiful. I put them in a vase on my nightstand.”

You were beaming and Minho, seeing you this happy, almost revealed himself.

“I wonder who sent them though. I mean, these flowers aren’t that known, even in the muggle world.”

His lips were burning to tell you but he was scared the feelings weren’t mutual.

“Minho? Why do you look sad all of a sudden? Did I say something wrong? Is this about the,” you stopped to get closer to him and whisper, “muggles?”

He couldn’t believe you were worried about him. “Oh, no, no, don’t worry! I— um, was wondering if, I don’t know, you had an idea on who sent it?”

“Actually, I do have an idea.”

Minho gulped. “You— you do?”

“Yes. The person’s obviously in history class with me. And they’re seated close to me. Plus, they’re muggleborn, from what I learned from the note. So I narrowed it down to two people. First Dahyun, which, I think, has zero reason to send me flowers as we never really had any conversation. Also she glares at me from time to time. Doesn’t add up.”

The boy was sweating. The more you talked, the more he regretted his question. What if you rejected him?

“The other person, on the other hand, we’ve talked more and I highkey want it to be him.” You looked him in the eye with such intensity he choked on air.

“Who’s that?” he risked.

A smirk was spreading on your face. “Vernon. He’s cute.”

His face dropped and you couldn’t help but laugh. Teasing him was funny.

“I’m kidding, it’s you.”

At this moment, Minho was still confused but happy. If he understood what was going on correctly, you knew it was him who sent you the flowers and you wanted it to be him??? He absolutely didn’t see it coming.

“So… you… like me?”

You smiled at him fondly. “I do.”

His heart was pounding, he was ready to kiss you. You felt like he was thinking about Seonghwa so you tried to reassure him as much as you could.

“Seonghwa is my best friend, nothing more. I can assure you.”

“Oh, I know,” he said, a satisfied smile on his face. “I like you too.”

“I was hoping you would say that.”

“Can I kiss you now?” You bit your lip, the question was really attractive.

Without answering, you got closer to Minho and pressed your lips to his.

“How dare you make out in the library? OUT! IMMEDIATELY,” shouted the librarian from behind. You both moved back from shock and ran out, hand in hand, a big smile on your faces.

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shadowdancing-writes · 3 months ago

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Hi! I was re-reading your fics and realized I haven't seen you on here in a while

So I thought I'd pop in and see how you doing and if everything is alright - feel free to ignore this ask, or answer in dms, or whatever makes you more comfortable. I always worry when one of my moots - even if we don't really talk - disappears so I just thought i'd check

I hope you're doing good and having a wonderful time off the internet (or somewhere else on the internet)

hi friend :)

thank you so much for this ask and for checking in. honestly it’s so fucking kind and made me so happy to see in my notifs.

i’ll try to keep this brief but i love to ramble so sorry if this gets away from me lol.

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second is im debating taking down and rewriting tell me your secret bc tbh i feel like it’s a MESS and all over the place but also i write to my hearts content and not like to be serious so im deliberating on it.

third i got gifted a hand me down pc like a month ago (im a religious mac user and still am) but my favorite game i’ve been playing for YEARS is a Microsoft only game so i haven’t played it in like five years and it’s my all time fav online game so i’ve highkey been hyper fixating on it so hard which has slowed my writing a lot.

fourth, wow there’s more and yeah this did get away from me. i have a super secret wip that is actually my best written work and i genuinely think it’s a very well written, in depth, emotional fic and i want to write more of it and close other fics before i publish this hangster slow slow slow burn.

fifth and finally i have been on the hunt for a job so that’s taken up so much of my mental energy and i have some mental health issues im working on which impede me from being on socials and writing.

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queencherryberry · 2 years ago

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So….I lied. I smoked the whole day and couldn’t resist writing chapter 6. And…uh…buckle up.

Tags: @alyyaanna @alyanamrossi @crossrhodez @mylittlepartofthegalaxy @freegardenbanananeck and anyone else who wants tagged.

Warning: implied violence, revenge, argument between reader and randy, implied sub space for reader, slight kink shaming

Chapter 6 of Brothers Best Friend

Cody let out a small chuckle rubbing your back as you clung to him still sobbing. He picked you up and took you to the bathroom and sat you on the toilet while he ran you guys a bath. You reached out to him doing grabby hands and he walked over while the tub filled up. You wrapped your arms around his waist and put your head on his abs. You just wanted some type of close contact with him. He stroked your hair as you started to calm down. For as long as he had known you, he knew physical touch was your love language. And he was prepared for how clingy you were about to become. To say he was excited for it was an understatement. When the water was sufficiently full enough he sunk into the water. You got in and sat in front of him. Your back rested against his chest and laid your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes. Cody wrapped his arms around you in a hug and rested his face by your neck. You both sat in the bath in silence enjoying each others’ presence. “I love you too baby girl.” He mumbled into your skin. He was met with light snoring from you. You hadn’t realized how exhausted you were until now so dozing off wasn’t a surprise to cody. He only smiled. He placed a kiss to the side of your forehead. He held you with one arm and reached over to drain the tub with his free hand.

After drying you both off he carried you to bed where you could get some actual sleep. He was even nice enough to put in some makeshift pj’s. He used one of his shirts and hoodies and he put your sweatpants back on you. “I’ll be right back to cuddle. I still have to go clean up breakfast since it’s almost 2pm. That and I still have to get some online school work done. Rest well.” He whispered to you stroking your hair. He kissed your forehead and put his shorts back on. He heard your phone go off. He picked it up to see who it was. He furrowed his brow and walked out of the room still holding her phone. He opened the text messages. ‘Hey lil’ mama, where you at? I didn’t see you at school today. You good? You still mad about Lexi? I told you we just friends. It’s not like that. I don’t know what you think is happening, but nothing is happening. Can we talk about this? Say dinner at 7?’ Before Cody could answer another text popped up from your best friend Brandi. ‘I know you probably don’t think about him like this but how big do you think Cody’s dick is? Like do you think he’s packing? Ask your brother if Cody’s single. Or better yet next time you see him give him my number chica’ cody smirked to himself. He kept this information on the back burner. He went back to jeys text and just simply sent a dick pic. ‘Fuck off dickwad. She’s mine now.’ He then blocked Jey and erased your conversation with Jey. He then texted Brandi his number. He saw an unread message from Randy. ‘Kim’s staying for awhile. Grab what shit you want and stay out of the house for about a week or so. I’m pretty sure rhodes wouldn’t mind the company. Just try to cock block him when he brings girls home. Tell him it’s a gift from me.’ Cody set her phone down and tried not to laugh. “This mother fucker…” he said to himself. He sighed and went to the sink to start doing dishes. After 15 minutes he pulled out his laptop and started work on homework and looking through class notes. His phone buzzed. He looked and saw he had a DM for $500. He opened it, piquing his interest. The note attached to it read: ‘next tinder bitch please whip.’ He set his phone down and sighed. He debated his options. He looked over at you sleeping peacefully. He closed his eyes and leaned back in his desk chair. There was something he was forgetting but he couldn’t remember what it was. He shrugged and closed his laptop and crawled into bed with you.

About three hours later there was angry pounding on his door. “Rhodes open the fuck up. I’m going to fucking kill you.” Cody shot up in a panic. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t scared to open his door. You awoke too and got up. Cody tried stopping you but it was useless. You flung open the door to stare face to face with your brother. “Fuck off randal! I’m trying to fucking sleep. And if you dare lay a hand on him, I, PERSONALLY WILL RIP YOUR BALLS OFF AND SHOVE THEM DOWN YOUR THROAT!!” You screamed at your brother. Randy’s face got redder when he saw the marks on your neck as well as the hickeys that littered your neck. “The fuck you’d do to my sister you little shit!?” Randy yelled. Before either man could blink, you gave your brother a low blow by kneeing him. You then slammed the door in his face and marched back to the bed and grabbed your blanket and curled up to Cody who still sat up shocked. He blinked a few times before laying back down. He just stared at you. He had a confused boner. He wasn’t sure if he was scared or turned on but he wasn’t going to speak on it. You grabbed his arm and dropped it over yourself aggressively. You curled up to his chest. You then moved around so you guys were spooning.

After about another 2 hours you woke up and Cody was missing. You sprang up and started looking for him. You wondered if Randy was still around. You heard laughing and it was coming from down stairs. You crept downstairs where you found your brother and Cody playing Call of Duty. Both men looked over at you creeping down the stairs. “Bout time you woke up miss priss. Thanks for the injured balls bitch.” Randy said starting another round of the game. Cody had a black eye when he looked at you. You continued down the stairs confused. You walked over and saw they were also smoking. You grabbed Randy’s cartridge and took a hit from it. “What? Not gonna sit by your boy toy? Codes told me everything. At least he’s a better candidate than fuck boy Jey.” Randy said. You got up and walked over to Cody and wrapped your arms around his shoulders and buried your face in his neck. He rubbed your arm and then went back to playing the game. You sat down next to Cody and put your head in lap. You chewed on your sleeve as you watched them play.

You soon felt Randy get up to leave. You didn’t know how long you were asleep. Cody stroked your hair and switched to a different game. He hit off his mod and leaned back into the couch. With one hand he combed through your messy hair. He thought you looked like an angel as you slept in his lap. He smiled to himself. He wasn’t playing his game for very long. He set the controller down and stretched. He looked at the time. “Sweetheart. Wake up. What do you want to eat?” He said, shaking you lightly awake. You yawned and stretched. You rubbed your eyes while stretching. You looked up at him and reached up to cup his face. You rubbed under his eye and frowned. “Randals a dick. This looks like it hurts.” You sat up still holding his face. He kissed your hand and held it in his. He looked at you sweetly. “Did you know Randy had a bet with Kim on when this would happen?” He said killing the mood. You smacked your forehead in irritation. “Are you shitting me? That dick!”

#wwe #cody rhodes #bookshelf #jey uso #randy orton #cody rhodes x reader #brothers best friend

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caustic-caffeine · 11 months ago

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my thoughts on the instagram ai situation, as a digital artist on the platform

figured i’d write and share this around so others in the community i’m in know my status. sooo, some basics for starters:

“Are you leaving Instagram? Where can I find you active?”

i’m staying on instagram for the time being. seeing as instagram almost certainly already has the data of my past posts, i won’t be deleting anything; going forward, i’ll be using ai disturbance filters and other anti-ai overlays for any stills i post. i anticipate using instagram for reels primarily, as well as staying in communications with mutuals and other artists. i do have a cara account, but will likely be posting intermittently until some issues i’ve noticed get addressed. going forward, i’ll most likely be at my most active over here! growth, fortunately, never was a priority in my social media presence so i’m not super concerned about that.

tldr:

instagram: gonna continue posting reels and occasional stills, will be primarily focused on interacting with fellow artists

here: most active! will post both rough and polished stills, as well as lore and whatever random thoughts pop into my head. (see pinned post for a tag guide)

cara: activity will be low unless shit really hits the fan on instagram and i can no longer protect my work via overlays. if you’re an insta moot, feel free to dm me if you want me to share your posts around, though! if the link doesn’t work: i’m @/asphodelity [EDIT] cara does work with an ai organization, hive; here is a post that goes into it and other things people have said about the platform! as i already wasn’t intending to use the platform all that often this won’t change anything for me, but make sure to do your research if you’re looking into the platform!

“Will this affect how much you post?”

not really! i already have a fairly sporadic posting schedule, so i’ll just be continuing what i’ve been doing: posting when i have things i wanna share :]

“Help! I’m an Instagram artist and want to know how to protect my art!”

i gotchu.

[EDIT] the non-glaze/nightshade/artshield filters are mostly ineffective! it won’t hurt you to use them, but if you can stick to using the glaze and nightshade sites!! if you don’t have a pc, you can apply to get a webglaze account!

how to (hopefully) opt out of your art being scraped in the european union (i think?)

how to (hopefully) do the same in the united states (note: post could be outdated)

other ways to protect your art: one, two, three, four

ai disturbance filters: one, two, three (set these to overlay at 30% as the top layer for most effectiveness! these aren’t as effective as using a website like glaze, but are better than nothing)

after june 26, no matter your region, you’ll be unable to opt out of ai data training. this affects, to my knowledge, everything you post, including captions.

“Any other thoughts?”

now, more than ever, we as a community need to stick together and support each other. don’t let anyone tell you your art isn’t worth anything; we as artists have something very special in our ability to create, express ourselves, and connect with the world around us, an algorithm and misguided techbros will never be able to take that away from us. keep pursuing what you love, my friends; we have to weather the storm to see the rainbow.

my dms are always open for art reasons. need a pep talk? i’m around. wanna collab or trade? i’d love to! need help boosting your social medias? i’m happy to help (although my presence is admittedly very small). whatever it is, i’m here and willing to help!

i’ll keep updating yall on this platform as my activity changes (or, perhaps, something big related to ai happens), so be sure to stick around if that seems interesting! also, please feel free to reblog this post and add more information i may have missed, that’s all for now, thank you for your time <3

#instagram #instagram artist #anti ai #ai art isn't real art #artist support #artist resources #just thoughts #ai disturbance #glaze #nightshade #artshield #artists on tumblr #artistsoninstagram #cara #artists on cara

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asteria7fics · 10 months ago

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Oh, hey! How’d you get here?!

Welcome to my little corner of the internet!

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I’m Asteria, but my friends call me Teri and my pronouns are she/her!

Asks and DM's are always welcome! However...

I’m a grown adult, so please if you’re a minor that wants to interact with me, keep it to my ask box only! Take it from someone who was privately talking to grown people online much too young, it’s never worth it! Protect your peace so I can protect mine. ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

I write South Park fics and shit! Here’s what you can currently read on my ao3!

The Song of Broflovski (TSOB)

A parody/retelling of the Trojan War through the exploits of some small town fourth graders. Crass and silly and meant to closely mimic the feel of the show. Great for people who don’t like smut, but DO like toilet humor and kids that cuss!

Exactly Where I Left You (EWILY)

My take on a high school au with a little twist, complete with overly-dramatic teenaged angst, love triangles and sexual awakenings. This fic takes place within the same universe as TSOB, though that isn’t required reading to enjoy this story! Be warned though, this one does contain mild smut.

Remplir Sa Bouche (RSB)

A smut-heavy one-shot I cooked up one day, where Stan works as a private chef for Kyle and his wealthy family. This fic exists well outside of my typical universe, and outside of any concept of decency. If you dare take a bite, then I hope you’ll enjoy your meal. Bon appetite!

La Petite Mort (LPM)

The much anticipated (and equally smutty) sequel to RSB. The story of LPM was originally meant to be included in RSB, but was cut for the sake of keeping that story short. Please enjoy RSB as the appetizer, and LPM as the main course.

Momento Mori (MM)

A one-shot exploration of Kenny working as a mortician, working through regrets from his youth as he prepares the body of Butters’ father. No smut, but lots of gory details on the embalming process, if you’re into that sort of thing.

Other content:

EWILY Extras: Short stories that add to the story/context of EWILY! If you’d like to read them in chronological order, please check them out here!

You can listen to music I associate with the EWILY boys and their arcs on my Spotify!

The EWILY boys also got Pinterest boards! Featuring a WIP board for RSB/LPM (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

Current WIPs:

And many more ideas currently waiting for their turn in the oven!

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Since you’re still here, I’ll share some other things about me!

I’m a double Scorpio, Aries rising and INFP!

I primarily ship Style (or Stanky if you prefer) and Bunny, but I also dabble in Bendy and Yentlman. And Creek, of course. Canon kings.

Though South Park is my primary focus, I also like a lot of other cartoons! I’m also a big fan of Bojack Horseman, Moral Orel, Clone High (the first season rip), Futurama, Smiling Friends, ATLA, Castlevania, the list does kinda go on. Feel free to chat with me about other shows!

I am also an anime enjoyer, though I don’t keep up with a lot of the modern popular shows. Hands down my favorite shows have been Ouran High School Host Club, Black Butler (the manga is better hehe), Madoka Magica, Panty & Stocking, Spy Family, Aggretsuko and Clannad!

Very casual video game enjoyer. Some of my favorite games include TFBW (obviously!! A masterpiece!!), The OG Spyro trilogy, Bayonetta, Assassin’s Creed (especially Odyssey, you KNOW I’m a Classical Greece girly), and The Sims.

I listen to just about any kind of music, but I’m especially partial to pop-punk and k-pop. My absolutely faves of all time are BTS, Twice and FOB.

I’m not afraid to block people, or tags for that matter. Won’t yuck your yum (too much) but if I don’t wanna see it, I won’t be seeing it.

Thank you for reading this long-ass post! I hope you have fun here!!

#intro post #blog intro #updating to make it cuter hehe

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everlasting-rainfall · 1 year ago

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Welcome back River 💗 Hope your doing ok and drinking plenty of water ^^

I really enjoyed reading your new fics ; I especially enjoyed reading yandere Luffy and Sanji (you got me shipping them XD ) and the way Koby had me convinced that pirate love river did set up captain starfish demise (seriously love reading that one )

I really enjoyed reading your aus fic from crossing to zoo (I also enjoyed reading your platonic fic )

yandere Sabo made me laugh poor boy can’t catch a break hahah 10/10 you did an amazing job writing him , I can imagine him being like that if he was a yandere ^_^

hope your doing ok 💗

Hey! It’s nice to get a message in my inbox from ya and sorry that I haven’t been talking to you in our DM’s as I’ve been dealing with some personal issues that have brought up a lot of anxiety for me about random shit but don’t worry! I’m 100% safe!

There’s no need to worry at all and everything is going to be absolutely fine with me! And that isn’t me being like that sweaty smiling character who keeps glancing behind them in a horror movie while trying to convince everyone that there’s no monster like genuinely, I’m gonna be fine

Things are just stressful right now in all honesty and I’d rather not get into it too much as it’s my private life

I’m glad that you enjoyed my new stories as well! I actually felt really insecure about a lot of them like the Koby one especially as I felt like a mischaracterized him big time to the point where I was just like “Fuck, this is awful…”

I am glad to hear that it was actually pretty good though and I’m also happy to hear that that I’ve turned you into a LuSan shipper as it’s one of my favorite ships in One Piece in all honesty! Like one of my many fankids is actually their kid with Sanji being her Mom

Also I am glad that you liked the platonic fic as well because G8 is one of my comfort arcs like I got sick with a sore throat a few days ago and just wound up on my side watching my favorite episode from it because the characters really make me feel safe and comforted

So I decided to try share that with you all too in the form of a Familial Yandere Fanfic about them! I hope that it did manage to spark a little bit of that same energy as I thought that the ending alongside the rescue from those evil NPC’s was very sweet if not scary in a Yandere sense

I very much struggled with the Sabo story too like I was half tempted to be like “Fuck, I can’t do this…” but then came that idea and all turned out okay!

Plus I can see Sabo going through like twenty stress balls in a day if he’s fighting his Yandere urges like the people around him are just staring wide eyed as he pops another one, grabs a new one, and then pops that one like two squeezes later

Also I am trying to drink a lot of water so thank you so much for reminding me! If you would like to talk more though then I think some of my anxiety is wearing off a little and I do have this Poppy Playtime x One Piece thing that I can tell you about in DM’s if you’d like!

Anywho, I’m gonna get back to trying to wind down with some Animal Crossing but I am glad to see that you still like my stories! And sorry for not talking to you much in DM’s

And for anyone else whose reading this part then feel free to send me a message in DM’s if you’d like to chat or listen to me ramble endlessly about my many OC’s

Or send me a message for the Discord Link and I’ll send you one back to join! But remember! No minors allowed!!

#the rain talks back #minors dni #one piece oc

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sincerelyrki · 1 year ago

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hey hi baby res, how are you doing! it’s 12am here (its JAYS BDAY) hope you don’t mind me popping in to say hi!

God today was so tiring for me.. I had 5 hours of dance practice, as soon as I got back home, took a shower, celebrate jay’s bday, wrote him a bday letter that was supposed to be sweet but ended up a bit angsty ☝🏻😔 and I got too emotional that I’m overwhelmed (ijbob = I just burst out bawling), then I remembered I have another dance practice tmr at noon. fml but hey, it’s still jay’s day after all, nothing could go wrong! right 😺

N E WAAAYYY! I don’t know what time it is for you but I hope!! you!! have!! an amazing!! day or night ahead!! eat lots of good food and stay hydrated! (oh I have stuffy nose which sucks 🤧) please take care bae <3

(me rn fr fr)

HEYHEYYY CLAIREEEE💗💗💗 i’m doing good thank youu, i’m at work rn😔 9.5h shift today which is literally horrible. alsooo it seems like you’re 11 hours ahead of me :)

5 hours of dance practice and then another one sounds exhausting, i hope you get lots of rest <33 ALSO YOU WROTE HIM A LETTER?? THATS SO CUTE AWEEE, id cry if someone did that for me. (GIRL THE “right😺”??? can’t be jinxing nothing❌)

at this moment it’s 6pm for me, i’m off at 7 which is excitinggggg. i spent my entire day here but when i get home im going to update miniskirt and maybe finish some other fics i’ve been writing. AND THANK U SM MLL YOURE SO SWEET💗💗💗

i hope you’re sleeping well and feel better when you wake up :( i’ll talk to you when you wake up🤍 (ill dm you later xx)

#💋sincerelyasks!#🎧sincerelymoot! vousty!#this made me so happy😔😔#ILY CLAIREEE💗 i need to make a nickname for you too

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rafiashahzadi · 2 years ago

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please call me Raf or Rafia if you wish

I made an account because tumblr wouldn’t let me endlessly scroll through Tokyorev hcs and well here I am, many lovely online friends and hundreds of posts later

I like to draw, both digitally (still kinda suck) and traditionally, I write occasionally but not often, I make silly memes and try my best to be involved my comfort fandom; inablr

inablr I would say is recently my focus on my blog but I do also love:

-dr stone (will forever be my favourite animanga of all time)

-tokyo revengers (my second favourite deffo, I love my guys sm)

-mob psycho

-and a mix of loads of other things, like, Pokémon, FNAF, Fruits basket, tbhk, mlb, I could really go on forever

as a side note, I am a minor 🚶‍♀️ so just to keep in mind, also if your a pro shipper than I’d really prefer if you dni, it just makes me uncomfy,

oh ye!! And some of the tags I use rn on my blog are

#sobaart- which is just my art and

#sobarant- for when it’s just a text post or I’m just talking about something or even memes

anyways y’all, I really hope you enjoy my mess of a blog, and if your one of my mooties just know I basically consider u my friend and love u dearly <3

I’ll edit this later mayb mayb till then, keep being the super cool person you are!

HEY GUYS

popping in here again to say that the Inazuma Eleven Tumblr Family discord is officially ready to go!

anyone obssessed with the sakka sillies are welcome 🤗

please read the rules and introduce yourself!

For any concerns you can dm me if you’d like, but with that said I hope you enjoy your time there

#inazuma 11 #inazuma eleven #ina11 #inazuma #sobarant

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merlinfromberlin · 6 months ago

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Masterpost 2.0

Hello and welcome to my overhauled Masterpost. ^^

I’m not sure if it’s better than before, but it’s up-to-date and prettier (in my opinion). And it has smileys now. :D

About Me:

early twenties | they/them | not actually from Berlin

AO3-Profile

University student majoring in History.

English is my second language, so, please forgive minor vocab/grammar/syntax mistakes – they tend to pop up from time to time, especially if I’m tired.

I’m always open to talking to people! It might take me a bit to answer, but always feel free to start conversations via DMs or send asks. <3

Fics: mostly Angst, Hurt/Comfort & Found Family, sometimes a bit of fluff; mostly Transformers

Ships: ships may vary depending on continuity/story and are usually not the focus of my writing; however, OptiRatch (TFP) keeps popping up here and there;

Also just going to sneak that in right here. I’m open to beta-reading fics, especially for people I’ve interacted with before/interact with somewhat regularly – be that on tumblr or AO3. I actually kind of enjoy it, so, feel free to hit me up and I’ll see if I can help. <3

Fanfic Overview:

A Little Left Of Right

"Apparently our cross-dimensional counterparts belong to the more faint of heart," said Optimus. His words sent a cold shiver down Bumblebee's backstrut. "Weren't they keeping pets, too?" asked Arcee, the cold sneer that accompanied those words basically audible. "Pathetic. I don't know what anyone could ever find in these squishies. It's a shame we're stuck here with them." ::What?:: bleeped Bee.

Or: When Bumblebee wakes up after a crash, something is not quite right with Team Prime.

- chapter: 2/? - words: 4,058 - date: October 2024 - ?

- first two chapters written for Angstober 2024

Angstober 2024 Oneshots

Series containing all the oneshots I wrote for Angstober 2024.

- works: 10 - words: 10,992 - date: October 2024

Champions Aren’t Born

When a scout injured at Tyger Pax turns out to be barely older than a sparkling, Optimus and Ratchet are horrified. Nevertheless they are determined to keep the youngling safe from now on. But while they try to grapple with the challenges of trying to care for a traumatised youngling, their time is running out. Not only are the days of Cybertron counted and their departure now inevitable, but they also need to find the bot who took in a sparkling to send him onto the battlefield.

- chapter: 3/? - words: 8,564 - date: September 2023 - ?

- on Hiatus until I’ve watched some more of G1

Dreaming of Home

Megatron has constructed the perfect fantasy to trap Bumblebee in his own processor. After all, if the scout doesn't want to wake up, he won't interfere with the warlord's plans to resurrect himself, either.

- chapter: 2/5 - words: 5,524+ - date: October 2024 - ?

- first chapter written for Angstober 2024 Day 11: Wake Up

Empty Words by Empty Sparks

“I’m still writing letters to you.” It’s the only justification Bumblebee can think of as he stands in front of Optimus Prime’s grave for the first time since his funeral hexacycles ago.

- chapter: 1/1 - words: 400 - date: July 2024

MYFA

All My Tears Have Been Used Up

What baby Bee was doing before Optimus and Ratchet found him.

- chapter: 1/1 - words: 1,629 - date: October 2024

- Heed the Warnings on AO3, please - based on an Angstober 2024 prompt 27: Curled Up

Make You Feel Alright

Primus knew, Ratchet would do anything to shield his sparkling from harm. Yet, the War made exceptions for no one, not even at the insistence and threats of grumpy old medics. Thus, sometimes the only thing Ratchet could do was to hold and comfort Bumblebee in the aftermath of disaster.

Or: 5 times Ratchet had to encourage Bumblebee to open his servo. The gritty, the wholesome and the dark.

- chapter: 5/5 - words: 23,105 - date: June – July 2024

So You Know I Care

As Ratchet waits for Bumblebee to wake up after being tortured at Tyger Pax, he makes a promise.

- chapter: 1/1 - words: 1,003 - date: October 2024

- based on Angstober 2024 prompt 09: Promise

Nooks & Crevices

Hiding was a skill essential to those growing up on Cybertron during the Civil War. However, for a certain vibrantly yellow sparkling raised by the Autobot High Command, and highly sought after by the Decepticons, being able to stay undetected is even more vital than most. It’s a good thing then that Bumblebee is a natural.

Or: 5 times Bumblebee ‘played’ Hide & Seek with his family and 1 time a Decepticon played with him.

- chapter: 1/6 - words: 5,965 - date: August 2024 - ?

- on Hiatus until I’ve watched some more of G1

Numb Little Bug

The feeling was already there when it became aware of life for the first time. It was eternally graceful and wise.

The feeling would still be there long after its awareness of life had ceased. It was eternally graceful and cruel.

- chapter: 7 - words: currently I have c. 30,000 words written across all 7 chapters; - date: don’t know yet; hopefully I’ll be at a point where I can start sharing more at the end of the year

- TFP rewrite - find the first few paragraphs here

The Best of My Spark You Took

When Optimus Prime gave up the Matrix of Leadership and his memories, some of the Autobots lost more than just their leader.

Or: The reactions of two Autobots, one Decepticon and one guy to Orion Pax. In drabbles.

- chapter: 1/1 - words: 400 - date: July 2024

Fanfic Recommendations:

Bee & Ratchet Fics

I hope you’re having a nice day wherever you are!

And now I’ll get back to writing:

#masterpost #fanfiction #fanfic recs #ao3 fanfic #as a new post bc I wrote this over a few days in my drafts #and then realised that I would need to re-adjust a lot of the formatting again if I just copy-and-pasted #it into my existing master post #And yeah #I definitely jinxed myself back when I wrote that one and mentioned that I was keeping up well with it #but well #here is the new one #all shiny and new #and it probably won't stay like that for very long #so enjoy for as long as you can :)

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afataldesign · 8 months ago

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Aboutme.afataldesign X

Who am I?

My name is Neptune, he/him. I am still in school, currently trying to figure out my career path. I do count myself as tcc, but I don’t condone the actions nor do I romanticize the perpetrators. I love writing, but I’ve never been too good at it. I’ve only been pretty much average at writing.

I’m like a cat, if I like you I’ll leave you little presents (asks)

Why true crime?

To be honest, I don’t know. I remember getting into true crime through a Columbine video on YouTube. It turned out to be pretty incorrect, but it’s whatever. I was 12 when I watched that video, and I’ve been interested ever since. As of tumblr, I had an account for a while in tcc, but didn’t post for a bit. Then I started posting, most people probably forgot me at this point but I was Silly Goobs. I “left” tumblr for a few months for my mental health, but now I’m back.

My interests

I’m into a lot of shit. I probably won’t remember everything the first time around, so things will probably be added as time goes on.

Here’s my list: True crime, zero day, documentaries, war/combat, planes, more specifically military air crafts, motorsports, mostly f1 but I watch everything, art, music, psychology, sociology, hockey, the Us Air Force, sharks, and history.

Like I said, that’s what I remember right now, there’s probably more.

How do I spend my free time?

Usually I’m talking with friends, but whenever I’m not I do a lot of stuff. I play hockey! I am an armature (started late and still learning some fundamentals), but it enjoy it a ton. I read, a lot! Obviously, a lot of the time I’m reading case files, but if I’m not it’s usually historical fiction. If you have a historical event you want to read about, let me know, I’ll give you good resources :D From time to time, I’ll draw. My drawing routine is usually, get an idea, draw all day, then have to wait a month for another idea to pop up.

So, yeah! That’s it. I think that’s the important stuff, but if there’s something you want to know please feel free to ask. My DMs are open, or you could send me an ask! Have a nice day <3

#/about me

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lillyontheborder · 2 years ago

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// Some Housekeeping:

I’m starting to get disheartened by the rp community a little bit. I know I haven’t been here long at all, but this was also my first time trying out a tumblr rp blog. I don’t know how active I’ll be, but I’ll try to post. However, I’m not here to be dramatic or spread drama or ask for attention, I just want to make aware what my situation is. The reason I bring this up is because it is causing me to lack motivation, but also is draining me mentally. This is no one’s fault but my own, so please don’t feel bad or get angry at me, I’m just expressing myself.

I have been trying to interact more with blogs, however I guess I don’t really know what else to do to set relationships in stone. I was hoping to do more starters/full writings but I know that tends not to be a popular option amongst blogs vs writing rp. I just want Lilly’s relationships to develop a little quicker just because I know I won’t have much time at all once school starts. But that’s on me. I will never force anyone to do anything, as this is all just for fun. I know I am new to the community so I apologize on my part of I sound annoying or naggy in any way. If you have any ideas for rp, feel free to dm me, I’m always open to talk.

I know this is mostly an rp blog but I do make a lot of AiB content that isn’t rp (art, writing, etc), I really appreciate the support I get on it and I just want to make it clear that every note counts, it really lets me know that people are seeing and appreciating my work. I just wanted to make it clear that while this is an rp blog, I also want to make fan content for the series as there is not much out there.

I was thinking of making AiB fan merchandise and I was curious if anyone would be interested in buying it. I was thinking of making: Prints, stickers, and/or personalized comfort character letters (written for you). I have the materials to make all of these so I wasn’t sure if people would be interested as I don’t want to make it if no one will buy it.

Speaking of merchandise, my commissions are still open. I’m trying to save up for a specific reason and I love drawing AiB so if you would like, I do all kinds of art. Even stuff that isn’t AiB.

Anyways, the last thing I wanted to discuss is how thankful I am when people interact with my blog. As I stated previously, I promise I am trying my best to send in asks, I guess sometimes I just don’t really know what to say. I always get extremely excited when something pops up in my inbox and I wanted to let you all know that I really appreciate being welcomed into the community. We all love the same thing and that’s why we are all here. I hope you all enjoy rp-ing with me as much as I enjoy rp-ing with you. Please make sure to take breaks as well as take care of yourselves.

Let’s keep the AiB community alive and continue to be friends.

Thank you.

Lots of Love, Lilly ❤️

#mun

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talesfromasnarkylisa · 3 months ago

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Lacey: Chapter 21

Lacy’s Diaries: August 27, 2023

Dear Diary,

My last week of daycare work for the summer is complete. On one hand, I’ll miss some of those kids. On the other, my fellow staff who were mildly homophobic and annoyingly religious? Not so much.

Anyhow, I went out with Dina and Otto to Canada’s Wonderland yesterday. We’re all back in classes soon, so Dina figured we should end the summer with something big. I went on the Leviathan for the first time ever. Initially, I didn’t want to. But Dina and Otto were going on it anyway, so I thought “why not?”

I’d have to say, I’m doing a pretty good job at not falling for Archer’s pony tricks. Don’t get me wrong, he is hella fun to hang around. Just today, we watched a bunch of The Matrix sequel clips to mock together in a Discord call.

But I’m not letting him in on how I’m doing with his friends or former friends - especially Lovergirl. There’s no way in hell I’m telling that guy what’s going on between me and any publications either beyond the vaguest of details. I am not letting Mr. Archer have any more ammo against me than he already does. It doesn’t matter how fun our little game is.

On the topic of my other Internet shenanigans…things have been both good and bad. The good comes from my progress with Carol’s circles. I’m getting to know her pretty well through DMs and the group chat. But that’s not even the best part.

Lovergirl is fucking amazing. We had our first call back on Wednesday where we took a bunch of shady self-help quizzes together for the hell of it. She never ran out of jokes for those. I’ll always have her singing her empath score three keys off-tune burned in the back of my mind.

After she and I both got tired of that pop culture clickbait, I asked her if she had any clue about what barely getting any sort of submissions to go over as a beta reader from a large publication on Medium meant. Lovergirl had been an editor at Fair Lady for a brief period of time two years ago before focusing more on her TikTok stuff and independent writing, after all. Besides, I trust her more than Carol. No shade to Artsy - of course.

Both Tate and Theodore finally provided me with some extremely vague responses back on Thursday. Theodore told me that they had a serious backlog of draft links they had to copy-paste before sending them back to us, thus stalling the beta reader reception process. I found that this didn’t really make sense given Archer’s overload of work for God-knows-how-long.

Tate did provide me with the more logical explanation of the beta-reader team names being listed in alphabetical order and them forgetting that some people existed. But that still begged the question as to why they got to Oscar according to Carol and not to me.

Is this the bias Carol and Lovergirl have been talking about? I wondered. The subconscious insensitivity?

Unsatisfied with the reasoning of both Music Refined editors that emailed me back, I turned to Carol’s private server for advice. I wrote as vaguely as possible. After about 15 minutes, I started getting some responses.

Charliewrites (08/27/23, 8:01 PM): This sounds like total bullshit to me.

Fiona Jones (08/27/23, 8:03 PM): I second Charles.

Quentin Drew (08/27/23, 8:04 PM): Sometimes, memories are just weird.

oscar winters (08/27/23, 8:05 PM): @ laceyhannah Can we talk in DMs?

I felt a tingling sensation of discomfort towards Charlie. Sure, he probably wasn’t out to get me. But it just felt wrong that he would seemingly immediately dismiss my experiences as tall tales. Was he really this sheltered?

I decided to ask for clarification. My mind does make me have legitimate trouble understanding the difference between sarcasm, dishonesty, and misunderstandings. It was better for me to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Lacey Hannah (08/27/23, 8:10 PM): @ charliewrites I’m sorry, what do you mean by “total bullshit?”

Somehow, Charlie still got angry at me. Less than a minute after I responded to his message, Charlie told me off for supposedly making him out to be the bad guy. I took our discussion to DMs. He was busy shaming me via comparing every little thing I did with things Priya and Augusta did - from my hobbies to my attitude in the Oscar Winters situation - when I got a message from Lovergirl.

Lovergirl (08/27/23, 8:45 PM): Is everything alright?

Unsure of what to do next, I told her about what was happening without name-dropping. She suggested going to Carol about it, so I did. That unfortunately did not pan out very well - with Charlie threatening to leak my DMs with him if she continued to keep me around. Frustrated, Carol brought in Vivian to help.

I was initially hesitant about bringing in Vivian. From what I’ve heard, she is generally too busy trying to handle things at Writer’s Delight to help anyone out quick enough - even if you were a writer there. But I guess Carol’s good relations (friendship?) with her allowed her to make an exception.

Everything was over pretty fast once Vivian came in. She told Charlie point-blank in DMs to stay in line lest he be blacklisted from every publication he was in. Given the fact that each publication Charlie was in was somehow connected to a Writer’s Delight editor or admin, this was relatively easy.

From the moment Charlie suddenly became weak-willed in his last message to me where he stated Vivian wanted to talk to him, I knew that she was not to be messed with. But she also showed exactly how brave and kind she is as a leader. After all, I hardly have any followers - let alone long term fans.

Too bad she’s pretty hesitant to open up DMs to anyone she knows little of. Maybe one day, though.

Maybe one day.

(Wattpad version: https://www.wattpad.com/1511370058-lacey-chapter-21)

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simplepotatofarmer · 4 years ago

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cc!techno roleplay appreciation*!

(*actual, not clickbait)

there's been so much negativity about techno's rp style that i just want to make a post of all the things i adore and appreciate

he has excellent timing. whether it's with logging in at exactly the right moment - the pet war, the red banquet - or speaking up at the best time - 'that's going to be a problem, dream' - or chat comments. honestly, the little moments that he pops in to make some quip in chat only to leave again are wonderful. they lightening the mood or show some insight to his perspective and i love it.

on that same note, it's really endearing to me that he so clearly watches his friends' streams closely enough to do that! he's invested in what they're doing, even when he's not actually involved.

he's extremely consistent with not only his style but his reactions and his character. that isn't to say his character hasn't changed but that he's always changed in a way that was consistent and made sense. he's given in character explanations as to why his character reacts the way he does in serious situations, stating that he deals poorly with them. it sets up the perfect reason for him to stick to his desire to keep his streams light.

again, on that note, his streams honestly are perfect for people like me who struggle with anxiety/ptsd. i can watch them without worry or concern that it might trigger me. i know exactly what i'm getting with a techno lore stream.

he still manages to keep up the suspense, despite being extremely consistent with his tone. it'd be easy to think that nothing bad will ever happen to his character but we've seen bad things happen. i remember being worried for both him and carl during the butcher army bit. when he gave his will to phil, i was honestly emotional and concerned for him!

he's great at visual roleplay and playing to the camera. techno's ability to pick the right moment to look at the camera/turn to the person he's talking to, is so so wonderful. it always adds a punch of humor or serves to highlight something important. both the birthday and prison stream are great examples of that! his looks back to his friends, showing how they're his support, the clear and deliberate focusing on important aspects of the prison so we know that he knows it's a trap without spelling it out. he sets up a ton of visual subtext and it's amazing.

his character arc is touching and well-written. it is absolutely heart-warming to see a character that entered the story to help others, felt betrayed and used and struggled with those feelings, who thought being alone was the only way to be safe, learn to trust his friends and be safe with them.

techno shows us how subtle changes and losses can be just as impactful as large and dramatic ones. techno's character has suffered losses and hurts and deals with those in a consistent for his character way. it's subtle but it's there. going off to the north, becoming a pacifist which was a complete 180 for him was great because it was a small thing but a realistic one to seeing your tactic fail. and his changes now are also subtle but impactful! starting the syndicate was a show of how he's changed. he never really spells these things out for us, but allows us to see it.

he has amazing lines that stick with you. i got into dsmp because of techno and specifically because of his 'i'm a person!' and 'don't you see what's happening here?' lines. they're poignant, they're always spot on in character, and they're always delivered so well. he has a great way of acting that is consistent to his character and style yet still hits you hard. 'for you the world' is said so softly and with so much affection that i honestly tear up thinking about it.

speaking of, his acting is just great. his slow deliberate laughs, the hint of panic when he's trying to stall in high pressure situations, the firm but gentle attempts at comforting others - 'healing's a long process, it's fine' 'it's okay, calm down, dream' - and the worry and fear that comes out when his friends are in danger (phil under house arrest, ranboo being trapped in the hole by bad). it's great and never seems out of place for his character!

he gives us so many insights into his character merely by the way he interacts with the world and other characters. it's honestly so refreshing to see a character that really just shows us what he's like through small actions. i love seeing those moments because they all add up to this big, complex picture. we get to see it all, from big moments like his speeches and doomsday to small moments like feeding animals and giving food to people and it's all just as important!

cc!techno, despite real life challenges, tries to include as many people as he can. hearing niki and puffy etc. talk about how he's always trying to include people was just so sweet. during the birthday stream, he kept focusing on niki and trying to give her attention and i genuinely thought that was great.

the writing for his character is wonderful. as a former english major and writer myself, i love the stories/arcs he writes for his character. again, it's always consistent and makes sense but it also serves as something different! it's a different perspective and style, a different type of a character, one that doesn't have large obvious changes, but does change and more impactfully, brings change with him.

as a long time RPer and DM, cc!techno is exactly the kind of rp partner i would want or the sort of player i would want at my table. he brings something different but easy to work with. he's happy to step back and let other people have their moments. he reacts in a way that's easy for others to play off of but also keeps things light which is helpful because rp can be high pressure, especially in front of such a large audience and live. his presence is comforting and i love when you can hear his friends trying not to laugh.

"i have a pickaxe and i'll put it through your teeth!"

anyway, as someone with adhd and anxiety, i just want to say i appreciate cc!techno and his roleplaying so much! it's comforting, it's easy for me to understand his tone, his emotions come through clearly without being overwhelming and he genuinely adds so much to the server and story!

#technoblade #dream smp #bladeblr #dsmp #dsmpblr #dream smp analysis #dsmp analysis #technoblade positive #loyal talks about stuff and things #listen.....i just love him and i got really sad and had a bad rsd reaction earlier #so i wanted to give as much positivity as i possibly could!#also feel free to add on if you think of something you enjoy!#also also i love saying something isn't clickbait when it's literally not even close to being clickbait idk why it's just funny to me

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angelasscribbles · 3 years ago

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Bad Romance Chapter 21: Engagements, Planes and Confessions

Series: Bad Romance

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings for series: Multiple

Paring this chapter: Riley x Maxwell

Rating: NSFW 🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋

Word Count: 4,631

Song Inspiration: Follow You by Imagine Dragons

A/N: The Beaumont's are not broke is this series. Because it's so cringey otherwise and smacks of pimping her out.

A/N 2: This is another flashback chapter. The more I write this, the more backstory presents itself to me, so I pass it on to you.

A/N 3: I've noticed that when Liam is dominate most readers find it hot, but when Riley is, some readers feel bad for the guy. I just would like to point out that submission isn't about gender, it's about personality. Men can enjoy submission, woman can enjoy being dominant. In this fic, Riley is clearly a switch (meaning she can be either depending on the situation and/or partner she's with.) Liam is mostly dominate but a little bit of a switch, as we've seen. Max is completely submissive, he is not a switch. What's depicted here portrays a bit of that. These are BDSM terms, but this does not really portray BDSM. The sex itself is still pretty vanilla, with just a vague sprinkling of the D/s dynamic. (That's an abbreviated for a Dom/sub type relationship). Feel free to DM me with questions or comments. I know I push the envelope of what a lot of you are familiar with sometimes.

Warnings for this chapter: Lemons

General blanket warning for series: Smutty, Lemony, Awful, Toxic Relationships with lots of cheating. This is a hot mess express; no one is happy, everyone is in love with the wrong person, every relationship depicted herein is generally and massively fucked up. You’ve been warned.

My other stuff: Master List.

Five weeks ago……

The knock startled him. It was late, he had been almost asleep. He rubbed his eyes as he made his way to the door, pulling it open with a yawn. His eyes widened in surprise, “Riley. What are you doing here?”

“Come on, Max, get dressed.” She said stepping into the room. She was holding two bottles of champagne in her hand, “We’re going to celebrate!”

His eyes narrowed, “Ok…” She sounded anything but celebratory.

“Let’s go to the place and do the thing!” She sang out.

“Really?” He asked, trying to clear the fog from his brain.

“Really!” She was bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.

He glanced at the clock. It was well after midnight, but hell if he cared. “Give me a sec.” He told her as he quickly pulled off his pajama bottoms and got dressed.

They snuck out of the palace through the secret passageways and into the garages. She climbed giggling into the trunk until the car was through the checkpoint. They just waved Max through, but Riley would have been stopped and a guard would have been assigned to follow her.

Max pulled over around the curve in the road, out of sight of the palace. He popped open the trunk and helped her out. “That never gets old.”

“It’s like I’m a spy or something.” She told him as she climbed into the passenger seat of his Ferrari 488 Spider.

“I mean…you are pretty good at sneaking out of the palace. Are you sure you haven’t been getting pointers from Leo?”

She laughed, “No. But if you think I’m on Leo’s level, then I’ll take that as the high compliment it is.”

“So….do you want to talk about it?”

“Not yet, that’s what the place is for.” She responded, then turned the radio up, “Could we put the top down?”

“Sure.” He lowered the top of the metallic red sports car and turned the music all the way up.

Riley threw her head back and whooped out loud. She kicked her shoes off then pulled a corkscrew out, opening the first bottle of champagne. She took a long drink then offered it to Max. He shook his head as he shifted gears, giving her a quick glance before returning his eyes to the road.

Riley turned sidewise in her seat, leaning her head on his shoulder and sticking her feet out the window, the wind tickling her toes as they moved in time to the music. She sang at the top of her lungs and drank champagne straight from the bottle.

The car took a turn off the main road and fishtailed a little. Riley was used to Max not slowing down for corners, so she was prepared and only spilled a little. His driving didn’t scare her, he hadn’t wiped out yet, she reasoned. Besides, she’d ridden with Drake and if she could survive his driving, she could survive anyone’s. He drifted into a tiny, graveled parking area and came to a stop. Shutting the car off, he turned to Riley, “Ok, blanket is in the trunk, let’s go.”

Riley handed Max the two bottles of champagne then tossed him the corkscrew, “Sorry to disappoint you, but no sabers tonight.” She grabbed the blanket in one hand and entwined the fingers of her other hand with his. They walked through the moonlight to the top of a small hill. Looking down from the hill, they could see the fence at the end of the airport and the planes on the tarmac getting ready for takeoff.

Max sat the bottles down so he could help Riley spread the blanket out on the ground, then they sat down on it.

“No picnic this time.” Riley said.

“Nope.” Max agreed, “I didn’t have any notice this time.”

“You always come up with the best adventures.” She told him as she took another drink.

“Yeah, that’s what you always tell me.” He pulled the bottle from her hands and took a swig himself, “Want to tell me what we’re doing here?”

“Remember the first time you brought me out here?” She asked as she took the bottle back.

He wrapped his arms around his knees as he answered her, “Of course I do. It was the night before the derby, and you were nervous about having to talk to the press.”

She handed him the bottle and flopped down on her stomach, grinning up at him, “Who knew watching planes take off over us would be so relaxing?”

“Me. I knew.” He sighed as he looked down into her face. She had been so entranced with the planes that night. It had become one of their favorite places to go when she wanted to get away from court for a little while. They’d stopped coming when she’d broken up with him to be with Liam. This was the first time they’d been back since.

Here comes one! Lay down!” She demanded as she turned over onto her back.

Max laid down beside her, crossing his arms behind his head. He turned his head to watch her face as the plane roared over them.

Her eyes were glued on the sky above them. The sound was almost deafening, and the plane was so close, she’d never been that close to a plane she wasn’t boarding. Especially while it was in the air and she was on the ground. She was sure that if she stood up and jumped really high, she could touch it. There was something magical about being so close to it as it lurched itself into the heavens.

The roar faded away as the plane climbed into the sky. Even though she knew it was an optical illusion, she loved the way it seemed to be standing still, suspended in the air above them for a while. She drew in a deep breath then turned her head to find Max watching her. “What?”

His eyes bored into her, cobalt blue like celestial fire glass, the weight of his gaze damn near physical. She shivered at the intensity she found there.

He rolled onto his side and reached a hand out to stroke her cheek, his touch feather light as his fingertips grazed her skin. “I love you, Riley.”

“What?” Surprise thrilled through her.

“I said I love you. That can’t be news to you.” His hand stopped moving but his thumb ran along her lower lip.

“You’ve never said it before.” Her eyes held his as every feeling she’d never spoken ran through them.

Max snorted, dropping his hand and rolling away from her. He sat up and his fingers pulled at loose threads in the blanket as he focused his gaze there while asking, “When should I have said it? When I first met you and you were sleeping with me, but still in the competition for Liam? I assumed it was just fun and games for you. I mean, it was for me too, at first. Then you dumped me for him, remember?” He glanced at her then away again, “Was I supposed to say it then? That felt wrong, manipulative.”

“What about after the coronation and all the shit that happened then?” She sat up, crossed her legs and focused her attention on his face.

He brought his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them again. He looked up at the stars with a sigh, “That also felt wrong. You were going through hell, Ri. I wasn’t going to add my shit to it. I was trying to just be there for you, as a friend.”

“So why now?”

“I mean…maybe my excuses were all just that…excuses. It never seemed like a good time to say it. But at this point, not saying it is starting to feel dishonest.”

“You know I’m engaged to Liam.” She said carefully.

“I do.” He sighed again, shifting his gaze to her, “I was there when he made the announcement tonight. I’m not telling you how I feel because I expect anything to change between us, or to try and sway you away from whatever it is you’re doing with Liam. Or Drake, even, for that matter. I just…wanted you to know. You don’t have to feel the same way. You don’t owe me anything in return. I just feel better having said it than not, that’s all.”

“Max….”

“Don’t make it weird, Ri. I told you, you don’t have to say it back.”

“But I do love you, Max.” She said softly.

“What?”

“I do. And it’s so fucking weird, because I swear, I had never been in love in my life until I came here. Then I fell in love with Liam, and he stomped all over my fucking heart. Which, you’d think would make me revert back to my old ways, no commitments, always leave first, never get your heart involved, never let ‘em see you sweat, blah blah blah…. And that’s exactly what I intended, what I told myself, but then you…and Drake….”

She paused and lifted the bottle to her lips, tipping her head back as she took a long drink. Lowering the bottle, she whispered, more to herself than to Max, “What the fuck is wrong with me?”

“Ok, I get that you’re having an existential crisis or something right now, but let’s not gloss over the important part. You know, the part where you love me.”

She couldn’t help the laugh that burst out of her at the expression on his face. It was equal parts happiness, teasing and disbelief. She shook her head as she tossed the empty bottle to the side. “You’re such a dork.”

“Did you just say that I’m adorable? Is that what I heard?”

She giggled as she became aware of the roar in the background, gradually getting louder. “Oh! Here comes a landing!” She shoved him back and threw herself down on the blanket to watch the plane as it dropped toward them, seemingly slowly at first then faster and faster until it hurtled over them with a rush of wind and sound, temporarily deafening.

“Wow! That never disappoints.” She breathed.

“No, you do not.” He scooted closer to her and leaned in, capturing her lips with his own. She snuggled into him as the kiss deepened, the familiar sparks of electricity that she always ignited in his body trickled through him.

All he wanted to do was get lost in that kiss, but there were answers he needed first. He pulled away from her reluctantly. “So, are we going to talk about this engagement?”

She drew the cool night air into her lungs and began to talk. Shock crawled across his face as she told him what had happened.

She’d been completely blindsided when Liam had announced their engagement. An engagement that she’d known nothing about until moments before the press conference. She’d told him no in New York. But he’d come back home and filed the contract anyway. The contract she’d signed when she thought he loved her. He’d slid the ring on her finger just before he’d stepped up to the podium, and she’d plastered on a fake smile and climbed up onto the stage beside him.

Max had been in the audience, so had Drake, and she hadn’t been able to get to either one of them to explain things, to give them any kind of warning. Drake hadn’t even tried to speak to her, he’d turned and walked away while she was still on stage, and he wasn’t returning her calls or texts.

It had taken her hours to get free from the press and the well-wishers, not to mention the meeting she’d had to endure with the royal council after everything else was over.

But she’d know that, despite everything, Max would open his door for her. And he had.

“So I am, in fact, engaged to Liam, whether I want to be or not.” She finished, with a note of despair in her voice.

“Fuck, Riley. I’m so sorry,” Max shook his head in stunned disbelief, “That’s beyond messed up. I can’t believe he did that!”

“I can.” Liam had not stopped trying to get her back since the night at Madeleine’s estate when the engagement tour had kicked off. Being engaged to Madeleine hadn’t slowed him down one bit. Once he’d broken the engagement to her, he’d only ramped up his pursuit.

“Riley! Riley!”

The insistent pounding urged her out of bed. She pulled the door open, bleary eyed, to find Liam in the hallway outside her hotel room. “What the fuck, Liam?”

He didn’t bother to wait to be invited in, he just pushed the door open and walked into the room. She glanced over her shoulder at the bed. It was empty. Her eyes went to the bathroom door. It was closed.

“I have something to tell you. I broke the engagement with Madeleine tonight.”

“Ok….”

“Don’t you see? This means we can be together, I’m free to-“

“What about the scandal, Liam? Engaged to the ice princess or not, the council will never allow you to marry me with the scandal hanging over my head.”

“That’s the best part.” He crowed. He was practically jumping up and down, his body vibrating with happiness as he thrust his phone at her, an article from the Cordonian Star on the screen.

“Lady Riley Brooks/Lord Maxwell Beaumont pictures photoshopped!” The headline screamed.

She grabbed the phone from his hand, and quickly scanned the article, “What? Someone admitted to photoshopping the pictures? Who? Why? They weren’t photoshopped, they were real!”

“I paid someone to confess.”

“What?!”

“I paid him, a lot.” He said taking the phone back, “It’s not illegal to photoshop pictures, he won’t serve any jail time and the amount of money I paid him guarantees he’ll never take back his confession. Even if he does, it’ll be too late, we’ll already be married, and no one will believe him. Even if they do, I don’t care!”

Her eyes flicked up to him, “Ok, but-“

“Riley, love, don’t you see? The scandal is neutralized, my father has been neutralized, he won’t, can’t hurt us again and I’m now free to do what I want. I’m already king, they can’t take that back. We can be together now.” He reached for her, his hand grazing her shoulder as she jerked away.

“Oh, great, now that you don’t have to worry about being embarrassed by the fact that I wasn’t some fucking vestibule virgin-“

“I never cared about that!”

“Well, you sure could have fooled me! Once those pictures were published, you couldn’t put distance between us fast enough!”

“Because I didn’t know who was behind it and I had to protect you from my enemies! They had to believe I didn’t care about you so that you wouldn’t be a target, I’ve told you this!”

Riley sighed and rubbed her temples. It was the same old argument and he never seemed to even try and understand her side of it. She glanced at the closed bathroom door again and decided on a different tact, “It’s late, Liam, can we talk about this later?”

“Sure, ok, tomorrow? I can pick you up-“

“We’re going to Coney Island tomorrow.”

“We?”

“Yes, we! Me and Max, Hana and Drake-“

“Ok, I’ll join you! What time should I be here?”

She pressed her lips together in annoyance but in the interest of getting him out of the room, she gave him a quick rundown of the day’s itinerary.

“Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow, and then, the night after that, will you let me take you out? We have things to talk about.”

“Fine.” She agreed, mostly to get him to leave.

Once he was out of the room, she knocked on the bathroom door, “You can come out now, Drake, he’s gone.”

“So, what do you want to do about it?”

“What can I do?” She asked as she plunged the corkscrew into the second bottle, jerking the cork out and tossing it, and the corkscrew, to the side to land next to the empty bottle. She tipped the new bottle back and took several long draughts.

Max reached for the bottle, “Maybe you’ve had enough of that.”

“What? No! We’re celebrating, remember? I’m engaged! I’m going to be queen, I’m marrying the love of my life, right?” She took the bottle back.

“Riley…”

“What, Max? I should feel like the luckiest woman in the world right now, shouldn’t I? This is everything I wanted six weeks ago. Have you seen the size of this ring? This thing is worth more money that I’ve made in my entire life.” She held her left out to him as she tipped the bottle back with her right.

Max barely glanced at it. “You could break the contract….”

She drew in a shuddering breath as she fought back tears, “No, Max, I can’t. There are penalties for that. I don’t have money for the fees-“

“I do, you know you don’t ever have to worry about that. My family has more money than God.”

“I know and I appreciate that, but it’s not just that. I could be deported; your family could be stripped of their lands and titles-“

Max shook his head, “Liam wouldn’t do that.”

“I don’t know, Max, he might.”

“No. I’ve known him my whole life. There’s no way, he just not that-“

“You didn’t see the look in his eyes. I’ve never seen him like that. He was frantic, desperate. He’s going to do whatever it takes to get me back.” The hell of it was, if he’d been truly apologetic, she might have found a way to forgive him. But he was still steadfastly dug in that he had done the right thing. She sighed as she tipped the bottle back again.

“Hey.” He said as he brushed her hair away from her face, “We’ll figure it out. There has to be a way. You don’t have to have all the answers tonight.”

“You’re right!” She wiped her cheeks, thunked the bottle down on the ground next to the blanket then turned back to him with a smile. “I can think of better things to do.”

Max’s eyes widened at the expression on her face. “What? Now? Here?”

“Why not?” She asked as she crawled across the blanket to him. It was pitch dark and somewhere near four in the morning, there would be no more planes for hours. No one would see them. She wasn’t sure she’d care if they did.

Max froze as she climbed onto his lap and straddled him. “I can’t think of a single reason why not. In fact, I suddenly can’t seem to think at all.” His hands landed on her hips then moved under her shirt and traced up her back.

Her hand sank into his hair and tugged him forward into a kiss. He leaned up into it, biting into her bottom lip, sliding his tongue between her lips, savoring the taste of champagne mingling with her natural sweetness.

He had some vague notion that he should object, that maybe she wasn’t in the right headspace for sex, but she stripped away all his hesitance, all his reticence along with his clothes. His shirt unbuttoned, the sides fluttering in the gentle breeze, his pants unfastened, she placed a palm on his chest and pushed him back onto the blanket.

“Good.” She giggled, reaching for the bottle of champagne.

“Riley, what are you-aaahhhh!” His back arched up off the ground as the cold champagne splashed across his bare skin. “That’s going to be sticky.”

“Don’t worry, I can fix that. Hold still.” She lowered her head and lapped the sweet, tangy liquid off his body, her tongue running from just below his navel to the hollow of his neck; her lips sucking and tasting every inch of him.

His head pushed back against the ground, low, soft moans spilling out of him. He pulled short, sharp gasps of air in and out of his lungs as his body began to tremble. Heat surged through him, belying the coolness of the night. “Can I touch you now?”

She stared down into his eyes as if considering the request then shook her head, “Not yet.” The longer she made him wait, the longer she denied him, the higher the anticipation climbed, the bigger the payoff would be.

She moved off him to slide her panties down her legs. She leaned back, propping herself up on her elbows and spread her legs apart with a seductive grin.

Crooking a finger at him she told him, “Come here.”

Max flipped himself over and positioned himself between her legs.

Riley picked up the champagne bottle again, “Want a drink?” She titled the bottle over herself and let it dribble down the crevice between her legs, the cold liquid a sharp shock against the warmth pulsating there.

Max caught it on his tongue as it dripped from her, lapping and licking up her folds, swallowing it, the taste of champagne mixed with her juices sending him into a frenzy of activity as he followed the trickle up to her swollen, rock hard nub.

Pleasure jolted through her as his tongue made contact with her clit. She tossed the bottle to the side. It made a soft thud as it hit the ground, contents sloshing as it rolled down the hill, forgotten. Both hands sank into his hair as she bucked her body up into his mouth with soft groans and gasps that built in intensity. “Fuck yes, Max! Make me scream.”

He sucked her into his mouth as his tongue flicked and pushed at her, until the universe burst open and she screamed out his name. Her legs wrapped around his neck and she held him to her while the orgasm finished pulsing through her.

He licked her one last time then pulled away, grinning, “I’m never going to look at a bottle of champagne the same way again.”

“Best use I’ve ever found for it.” She laughed as she sat up and leaned into him for a kiss. Lips still locked on his, she pushed him back onto the ground with the weight of her body.

“Pull your pants down.” She told him.

He quickly lifted his hips and shoved his pants down to tangle around his ankles, then lowered his body back onto the blanket and looked to her for further instructions. He craved her attention, her commands, he only desired to please her, his goddess. Obeying her was the most erotic thing he could imagine.

She rewarded him with a smile, “Good boy.” His compliance, his immediate response to her demands, his complete submission ramped up her desire to the point that she was already teetering on the edge again.

The deep velvety darkness enveloped them as she slid herself onto him. The music of frog song impossibly loud in the stillness of the night, the dark penetrated by the stars, bright pinpricks of light above them.

“I’m yours, Riley.” He whispered as she moved on top of him.

She ground herself against him then pitched forward to sink her teeth into his chest in an attempt to muffle her screams, to keep them from floating down to airport security below them. The strength of the second orgasm slammed through her and she whimpered into his chest.

She squirted, the hot liquid coating his dick as he felt her clench around him. He thrust himself up into her, fingers digging into her ass, as he exploded inside her. He couldn’t suppress the cry of ecstasy that escaped him.

Riley pulled back to look into his face, flushed, breathing heavy, eyes closed, lips parted and she didn’t care if it was a word usually reserved for women, she thought he was beautiful. She loved the way his face looked right after he came. It was pure bliss. She sighed contentedly as she rolled off him and collapsed on the ground next to him.

He turned his head to her, “I wonder if anyone heard us.”

She giggled, “What are they going to do about it, if they did?”

“I don’t know, but we probably aren’t supposed to be out here so late.”

“They literally can’t do anything to me, I’m the queen in waiting now, remember? Don’t worry, Max, I’ll protect you!” She laughed at her own joke.

His laughter joined her own, she felt it vibrating against her cheek as she rested her head on his chest and his arms went around her. Her fingers traced soft lines up and down his body.

They lay there, watching the stars for a while, then he kissed the top of her head with a sigh and said, “We should probably get back before we fall asleep out here.”

“Let’s just sleep out here.”

“I mean, I would, but you’re shivering, Ri.”

He was right, she was. Mid-September in Cordonia brought warm days and chilly nights. Besides that, the sun would come up soon and someone was bound to come along and find them. There was a playground just downhill from them and park maintenance made their rounds early.

“Fine. But I’m staying in your room.”

“You know I don’t have a problem with that. But aren’t you worried Liam will come looking for you?”

“I think he knows better right now. He said he’d give me a few days to, and I quote, calm the fuck down.”

Max shook his head, “I still can’t believe he did that, Ri, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, Max.” She sat up with a sigh, “Just, thank you, for always being here for me, ok?”

He sat up and rubbed her shoulders, “You don’t have to thank me for that, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than by your side.”

“I should have just married you, Max. Or Drake, even. I should have gotten married to someone else so that he couldn’t have filed that damn contract!”

“But you aren’t ready to get married, Riley. You barely believe in marriage.” He didn’t care if she married him, or someone else, or no one at all. He just wanted her to be happy.

“That’s true. I was doing it for him, because he needed to be married to ascend the throne and I loved him. I didn’t want him to marry anyone else, so I signed that stupid ass contract and now look. It’s true, what they say. No good deed goes unpunished.”

Max stood, stretched, then turned and took her hands, pulling her to her feet. “We’ll figure it out, and I’ll be here for you, no matter what.”

“Even if I’m married to one of your best friends? Even if I’m your fucking queen?” She asked as they gathered up the empty bottles and the blanket.

“No matter what means no matter what. I’d think you’d understand that by now. Besides, most royal marriages aren’t based on love. Affairs, taking lovers on the side is so commonplace among royalty that it’s pretty much considered a given. Hell, we even have an amendment to the marriage contract to formalize the agreement, that’s how accepted it is.” He answered her as they walked back down the hill, bodies bumping gently into each other as they went.

“What?” She laughed as the car came into view.

“Yeah, it’s called a Cordonian Arrangment.” He told her as he popped open the trunk and they deposited everything into it.

“Really?” She asked as she climbed into the passenger seat, “Tell me all about it.”

He did. He talked as he drove and an idea began to form in her head.

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