#marissa in towel

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Blocked: A Bad Romance Drabble

Series: Bad Romance

Bad Romance One-Shots

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings for series: [(Riley x Liam x Max) + (Riley x Drake)] + (Riley x Rashad)

Paring this chapter: Riley x Drake

Rating: MA

Warnings for this chapter: Mature themes

Word Count:  hard to say, 444 not counting the messages themselves

A/N: So random. 🤷‍♂️

My other stuff: Master List.

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Drake stepped out of the shower and grabbed a white terrycloth towel off the shelf. He had just dried himself off and wrapped the towel around his waist when his phone dinged.

He picked it up and swiped it open. A slight frown creased his face as he opened an Instagram message from someone he didn’t know.

Oh yeah, no, this wasn’t going to end well for him if he didn’t put a stop to it immediately. He considered his options for a moment, then he took a screenshot and swiped open Riley’s contact. Not her official Queen of Cordonia one, but the private one without her real name or photo attached that she used to communicate with the people she was close to as opposed to the public at large.

He sent the screenshot and waited. He didn’t have to wait long. The response was quick, “Oh hell no! Put us in a group chat!”

He quickly threw them all into a group, answered a question then stayed the fuck out of it.

The girl, Marissa, messaged him privately again.

He answered honestly then took another screenshot and sent it to Riley. Because hell if he was going to get tripped up by some random woman he wasn’t even trying to talk to. No, nope. Complete transparency.

Riley was less than pleased, but at least she wasn’t mad at him. She sent the screenshot back into the group chat.

He snickered a little as he read. This girl really didn’t have any idea who she was dealing with. He wondered how much she would freak out if she knew she was trying to tangle with the literal queen.

More messages popped up. He stared at the screen for a moment in disbelief. How the hell was this getting turned around on him? Oh, hell no! That was not his fault! He typed furiously into the chat.

He smirked in satisfaction when she apologized. Damn straight she was going to make it up to him. It wasn’t his fault Liam had a last minute diplomatic dinner that required his wife’s attendance the same night as Sav’s birthday.

The crazy lady left the chat. Good. He decided to block her for good measure.

He hit the block button with a fair amount of satisfaction just as a direct message from Riley popped up. He swiped that open.

All’s well that ends well and this little unexpected late night chat had just ended very well for him, because Riley feeling the need to mark her territory was always a wild ride. Maybe he should get hit on by random women more often.

There was a knock on his door. He answered it wearing nothing but a towel and a smile.

[rphelperblog]

Winter Book Quote Rp Meme

final book in the Lunar Chronicles Series by Marissa Meyer- feel free to edit quotes or change pronouns for rp purposes- part one

“Yeah, but broken isn't the same as unfixable.”

“See that eye roll? It translates to, ‘How am I possibly keeping my hands off of you, Captain?” 

“I'm going to make it a law that the correct way to address your sovereign is my giving a high five.'

“Careful is my middle name. Right after Suave and Daring.”

“Do you even know what you're saying half the time?”

“She was prettier than a bouquet of roses and crazier than a headless chicken. Fitting in was not an option.”

“And they all lived happily to the end of their days.” 

“What did you bring me today? Delusional mutterings with a side of crazy?” 

“She would be brave. She would be heroic. She would make her own destiny.” 

“If this emperor thing doesn’t work out, you might have a future career in espionage.” 

“May I request a new uniform? A towel seems inappropriate for the position.” 

“Right now, a kiss is the going rate for near-death experiences. It's kind of a point system.” 

Oh, I fully intend to form an alliance. I just intend to put a different queen on the throne first.” 

“You should hate me. I’m an idiot. I made a mistake.”

“You may be an idiot, but I assure you, you’re quite a lovable one.” 

"We're not putting rice in my head.” 

“I am a criminal mastermind, I am here to take down this regime.” 

“I passed out from stress? That’s it?”

“I believe the princess term is fainted,”

"Brilliant speech. Such gumption and bravado."

“She definitely has a crush on you. It's about the size of Jupiter.” 

“I don't hear anything."

"Exactly. That's what happens when you *stop talking*.” 

“They're the first crew I've ever had and most of them even call me Captain. I'm going to miss them.” 

there is an assassin under my bed.”

“It’s not proper for seventeen-year-old princesses to be alone with young men who have questionable intentions.”

“I am your guard. I'm here to protect you and keep you out of trouble, and that’s it.” 

“Princess, you have got to stop collecting these rebels.” 

“And what about young men who she’s been best friends with since she was barely old enough to walk?”

“She’s our lost princess. And she’s coming home.” 

“Oh, stars. I don't know his real name. How can I not know his real name? What kind of alpha mate am I?” 

“She shot me in the arm once.”

“You think I’m perfect?”

"I told you I could get him to call me the captain."

"So while I'm not going to tell you that I am the smartest or, by any means, the most experienced person in this room, I would suggest that no one use my youth to believe that I am also ignorant.” 

“Fear was a weakness in the court. Much better to act unperturbed. Much safer to act crazy, when in doubt.”

“You’re the only person in the galaxy who would ever call me lovable.”

“I’m the only person in the galaxy crazy enough to believe it.” 

“We may be animals, but we will never again live in your cage.”

“People do not put their faith in phantoms.” 

“You are the capital U in Unhelpful.” 

“When do we start planning a revolution again?” 

"I had a picture of him taped to my wall when I was fifteen. Grand-mere cut it off a cereal box."

“I didn’t know if you were dead or being held hostage, or if you’d been eaten by one of the queen’s soldiers. It’s been driving me mad not knowing.”

“Brave, stupid girl,” 

“I’m still thanking all the stars, one by one.” 

“No. She will never be queen.”

“There is no safer place for me than at your side.” 

“Greenwich is a funny word, isn't it? All green and witchy. Like soup.”

“You mean she doesn’t intend to blow me up before the ceremony?”

“She was going to have to train herself not to stare at him quite as often as she was used to. That would be no easy task.” 

“You and your taste buds can stop bragging anytime now.” 

“It did not feel like home. It felt like a place that had been built to be paradise, but had become a prison.” 

“If anyone dies today it will be because they finally have something to believe in. Don’t you even think about taking that away from them now.” 

“I would have killed everyone of them to get to you. I would have done anything to get you back. Knowing that we were coming here was the only thing that kept me sane.”

“Just kissing my girl,” 

“Do I have permission to take control of you first? Just your bodies, not your minds." "I've been waiting for you to admit you wanted my body.” 

“Patience, friend. They're coming for you.” 

“She screamed like a thousand birds were picking at her flesh. She screamed like the palace was burning down around her.”

. “There was also a time when I could come visit you without feeling like I was supposed to toss bread crumbs to earn your favor.”

“Bread crumbs? Do I look like a goose?”

“I will not play fetch, but I might howl if you ask nicely.”

“I have returned and I am here to take back what’s mine.” 

“I’m going to tell her I’ve fallen for one of my captors and the wedding is off.”

I'm sorry that I'm not sort of pretty anymore.” 

“This miserable, awful woman still had no idea what it meant to be truly beautiful, or truly loved.” 

“I expected palm trees and red carpets,"

"I need him as much as he needs me. But that doesn't make it love."

“The young princess was as beautiful as daylight. She was more beautiful even than the queen herself.” 

“You, my queen, are fair; it’s true. But the young queen is far more fair than you.” 

[theshatteredrose]

It’s Not Pretend, It’s Real (Oneshot) - Fairy Fencer F Fanfiction

Summary: Fang scores dinner for two at a restaurant and chooses to take Galdo with him. But there’s a catch that Galdo didn’t count on; they have to pretend to be dating! But it’s just pretend for free food, right? Right?

Pairings: Fang/Galdo

AN: Looong oneshot for a very, very rare pair. Think of it of an early Valentine’s Day fic. Hope you enjoy reading~!

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It was late afternoon where Galdo and a few of his companions found themselves relaxing in the tearoom at the Sunflower Inn. Galdo himself lounged on the two-seater before the unlit fireplace, idly gazing out the large bay windows outside. The blue hues of the sky were quickly changing into a myriad of orange, pinks, and purples.

It was growing close to dinner time and, oddly, Fang wasn’t back from his meanderings around Zelwinds city. Not like him to be late where food was involved. Especially with Bahas’ cooking.

Galdo stretched his arms over his head, arching his back off of the couch. “Hey, where’s Fang?” he asked aloud.

“Right here~”

Fang’s voice, unexpectedly cheerful, answered Galdo’s question immediately. From where he lounged, he simply let his head flop back over the arm of the couch and watched as Fang sauntered into the room. Positively glowing.

“There you are. Where have you been?” Tiara immediately chided. She paused mid lecture when she finally realised just how happy he appeared to be, and her eyes narrowed. “You’re…in a good mood. How positively suspicious. What did you do?”

“It’s been my lucky day.” Fang dramatically flicked a stray strand of hair from his forehead. “I heroically saved an old lady in the street, and she gifted me a free meal at this all-you-can-eat buffet. Mwahaha, I’m eating like a god tonight.”

Galdo pouted as he rolled over to lie on his stomach, his chin resting on the armrest. “Man, you are lucky. I’m jealous.”

He was definitely eating Fang’s portion of Bahas’ cooking in retaliation tonight.

Fang reached into his jacket. “Not only that, but I got two tickets,” he said as he revealed said two red and gold tickets. “I can take someone else with me.”

“Oh!” Eryn immediately perked up. “Well, you’ll be taking me with you, won’t you, Fang?”

“You?” Tiara immediately scoffed in her usual way. “Oh, of course not. As the True Heroine, Fang will, of course, be taking me.”

“Hm,” Marissa hummed over the usual bickering. “I believe there is someone else far more suitable.”

Bahas walked in dressed in his pink frilly apron and a yellow tea towel in his hands. “Indeed,” he said, responding as if he had heard the entire conversation. He then focused his attention squarely on Fang and narrowed his eyes. “Remember what we talked about, Fang.”

Fang avoided Bahas’ gaze, which was a little strange, as he placed the two tickets back into his jacket. “Right, right. Let’s go, Galdo.”

Galdo sharply lifted his head up of the armrest of the couch. “Eh? Me?”

Fang roughly scratched the back of his head, attempting to appear casual. “Y-yeah, well, no one would appreciate an all-you-can-eat buffet better than you.”

Galdo pushed aside the quiet question of why Fang appeared nervous all of sudden to instead push himself up off the couch. “Well, I’m not going to argue with that.”

He would never say no to free food and spending time with Fang.

“And I agreed,” Harley added casually from her place at the small tea table, a cup of coffee in her hands. “You two can eat a business out of business together. And alone. Not going anywhere near that mess.”

That was rude. They weren’t that bad.

“When you put it that way…” Eryn murmured behind her hand.

Tiara fell silent for a moment as stared steely at Fang. “…It’s just dinner, isn’t it, Fang?”

Galdo blinked. That was an odd question. He looked over at Fang and was confused once more. Was he blushing or was he just seeing things?

“What’s with that question?” Fang retorted before he grabbed Galdo by the elbow in preparation to drag him out of the inn. “Let’s go.”

“Remember to chew your food before swallowing, Galdy-kins.”

“I know, I know,” Galdo said in response to Marissa’s usually mothering. “If there is one thing I do know how to do well, it’s how to eat food, eh.”

Marissa just smiled airily and waved. “Okay. Have fun on your date, you two.”

Acting as one Eryn and Tiara bristled wildly and whirled around to face a largely unbothered Marissa. “It’s not a date!” they shrilled; their voices so high-pitched it could almost shattered glass.

“Oookay, you two,” Harley soothed slowly, in much the same way one would a dangerous animal. “Relax. Take a breath.”

Galdo arched an eyebrow. What are those two jealous about?

Fang tugged on Galdo’s arm once more. “Ugh, let’s go, Galdo.”

Galdo allowed Fang to pull him out of the inn. “Sure thing, Fang.”

Strangely enough, Fang kept a hold of his arm until they reached the streets of Zelwinds before he let go. Galdo didn’t particularly mind, but it wasn’t like he was going to bail on him or anything. He especially wouldn’t skip out on the opportunity to spend time alone with Fang. Just the two of them at an all-you-can-eat? Not something that came around all that often!

As they walked through the streets, Fang told Galdo about his heroic act in great detail. Apparently, Fang had been on his way to Guillermo's pub when he stumbled across a couple of never-do-wells accosting an elderly woman. So, naturally, he had to step in to help. He rocked up and easily defeated the two hooligans, sending them running, and was promptly thanked by his oh-so grateful damsel in destress.

It didn’t surprise Galdo one bit that Fang rushed to the rescue. That was so like Fang.

After a few minutes of walking, Fang grabbed him by the elbow again and pulled him to a stop. He motioned to his right, to a building with the name “Le Adella’s Restaurant”. Galdo had heard of this restaurant. A mum and pop’s place, if he remembered correctly. Good food and good atmosphere. Hadn’t had the chance to check the place out yet.

Stepping inside, they were greeted by the sight of a short, portly woman with brown and silver hair and green eyes at the reception desk. She greeted them with a cheerful smile, one practiced by all who would in customer service, he supposed. But her expression brightened considerably when her gaze fell upon Fang, and she clapped her hands excitedly in front of her.

“Ah, there he is, my little hero!” she said, toddling out from behind the reception desk.

“Oh, is this the lady you helped earlier, Fang?” Galdo questioned, turning to the man next to him.

Fang nodded his head. “That’s right.”

The lady, with the nametag Adella, alluded maternal warmth as she stood before the two of them. She grabbed Fang’s hand in hers, patting the back of his hands as she chatted cheerfully about being so utterly thrilled that he had taken up her offer of a free meal.

As if he wouldn’t!

Adella then grabbed Galdo’s hand and smiled widely up at him, practically beaming. “And this must be your boyfriend!”

Galdo stilled, his lips parting in surprise. B-boyfriend?

“A-ah, yeah,” Fang replied.

What?

“Wonderful!” Adella beamed as she released her grip on their hands and waddled away.

Galdo’s mind went blank as he whipped his head in Fang’s direction. “Fang? What-?”

“I’ll explain later,” Fang said, under his breath.

Galdo could only stare at him as Adella cheerfully called for them to follow her to their table.

Explain? He better explain!

“What’s going on here?” Fang asked as Adella led them through the restaurant. “I feel like I’m at a funeral.”

Prompted by Fang’s comment, Galdo looked around, too. The restaurant was like any other he had been to; clean, neatly spaced tables, and dimmed lighting for a relaxed atmosphere. There were other decorations, too. Reds and pinks. Lots of roses and flowers. And love hearts.

Eh? Special occasion?

But Fang was right. It was quiet and tense. Yeesh, also as if everyone was waiting for some kind of a fight to kick off.

“That’s the state of the dating scene these days,” Adella huffed in annoyance. “Everyone is so busy making sure that the date goes smoothly that they forget to have fun! They keep their words perfect, their actions immaculate, they’ve forgotten what it means to simply relax and get along. Kids these days.”

Adella presented them to a quiet table near the back of the restaurant. Secluded, surrounded by flowers on one side and a large window overlooking a well-manicured garden on the other.

“You two seem different, though,” she suddenly stated as she smiled broadly. “You’ve been a couple for a while, yes?”

“A-ah, yeah,” Fang stuttered in reply as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “For a couple of months now.”

Galdo chose to remain silent.

“Good, good!” Adella was clearly a cheerful woman as she ushered them to take their seats. “Well, you wait right here. Let me get you your drinks before you dive right in!”

Without waiting for a response, she toddled off hurriedly, leaving the two of them alone. In a secluded corner of the restaurant.

And Galdo immediately whirled around to give the other man a confused look. “Fang, what was that?”

“Ah, yeah, the lady immediately assumed that a handsome guy like me was dating someone. That’s another reason why I didn’t want to take one of the girls.” Fang sighed and shook his head. “Imagine. The. Drama.”

…Ok. He supposed that was an explanation of sorts. Though, he could have just said no, right? Then again, Adella probably didn’t give him a chance to say no or something. Right?

Right?

“Sure, ok, Fang. Anything for food, eh?”

Fang nodded. “That’s right.”

That response left an unexpected sour taste in the back of Galdo’s mouth. But it shouldn’t be a surprise. It’s not like Fang would consider him boyfriend or partner material. Not when he had all those girls vying for his attention…

That…really sucked.

“Anyway, looks like we’re going to get special treatment,” Fang stated. “We’re going to have to play pretend. You know, act like a couple.”

Galdo felt his stomach clench at the thought. “How do couples act?”

Fang wrinkled his nose, agitated despite the dusting of red on his cheeks. “How do I know? They have stupid nicknames for each other or something, don’t they? You already have one, Galdy-kins.”

“No way. That’s Marissa’s nickname for me,” Galdo immediately interjected. Fang calling him that didn’t feel or sound right. It definitely wasn’t a nickname he wanted a, ah, ‘romantic’ Fang to call him. “Think of something else.”

“Why do I think of something. You think of something.”

“You dragged me into this.” Galdo leaned forward and pinched Fang’s cheek with his thumb and forefinger. “You think of something.”

“Aww,” came an unexpected cooing. “Whispering sweet nothings already.”

Startled, Galdo let go of Fang’s cheek and leaned back into his chair. Unperturbed by his reaction, Adella happily placed down a tray and set their drinks and plates upon the table in front of them.

“A-ah, yeah,” Galdo found himself stuttering at her presence. An idea struck him when Fang snatched up a drink and took a large gulp “Fang just said something embarrassing, right, Fangy-poo.”

Fang promptly snorted on his drink. What he deserved for dragging him into his scheme without warning.

“Aww, awful nicknames, too,” Adella stated, completely unphased as Fang thumped on his chest with his fist, subtly trying to appear as though he wasn’t choking. “I remember when my husband and I first began calling each other terrible and endearing nicknames.”

Galdo picked up his own drink to hide his smirk.

Fang managed to recover rather quickly and sent Galdo a quick side-eyed glare. However, a rather wicked grin appeared on his lips, and he focused his attention on Adella. “Yeah, Beautiful here is just being mean.”

Galdo promptly snorted on his own drink.

B-beautiful? Of all the nicknames he could have come up with, he used that one?

He was messing with him, wasn’t he?

“Hm?” Adella hummed, having the audacity to react in confusion at Galdo’s reaction.

Fang smiled impishly as he rested his elbows on the table and sat his chin on his hands. “Yeah, Beautiful here can’t take compliments.”

“How adorable!” Adella went back to cooing.

“Right? I tell him all the time and he gets so flustered he can barely speak.”

“Oh yes, must tell him every day how beautiful he is!”

“Of course! What do you take me for?”

Fang wasn’t playing fair. He was having too much fun at his expense!

Expertly ignoring how hot his face felt, Galdo lashed out a foot and kicked Fang squarely in the shin. Fang immediately released a high-pitched yelp and jumped in his chair.

“What was that for?” he immediately whined.

Galdo, however, ignored him. “By the way, your husband?” he asked Adella, desperate to change the subject.

“Oh yes, he’s the head chef.”

“How long have you been married?”

“Thirty blissful years,” she sighed, happily.

Thirty years, huh? That was a long time. Imagine finding someone to spend that many years with. Day and night together. Side by side. Through thick and thin.

That was something he would never experience. Probably.

Adella soon composed herself and looked between the two of them. “How did the two of you meet?”

All of his annoyance at Fang faded away as memories of his first encounter with him played through his mind. His lips parted to reply, but he found himself falling silent as his gaze fell to the table, taking nothing in.

Solaru Village. Zenke indulging in his usual bloodlust. Galdo sick to his stomach watching, forced to stand on the sidelines as he wasn’t strong enough to deal with that twisted, malevolent bastard alone. He couldn’t stand there for much longer. He couldn’t deal with the blood, the screams, the suffering for much longer. He had to do something.

Then Fang came along.

Something in his mind told him to trust the guy. And it wasn’t just because he defeated Zenke and was stupid enough to try to befriend him.

There was another reason. It was…it was as if he had known him from a previous life or something.

“Ah, well, Fang saved me from a dark situation, you could say,” he finally replied. “I won’t go into details, but I owe him my life.”

If Adella sensed his purposeful vagueness, she didn’t let it show. “Aww, like a Knight in Shining Armour. How romantic.”

Fang suddenly shot up from his chair and grabbed his place. And Galdo’s plate. “Race you to the buffet,” he stated before he took off.

Galdo slammed his hands atop of the table and pushed himself to his feet. “Hey! Why did you steal my plate?”

He turned on his heel and raced after Fang with Adella’s laughter behind him.

When he reached the buffet side tables, Galdo soon forgot about his annoyance as he laid eyes on all the food. A fantastic spread. He and Fang were definitely going to eat like kings tonight!

Grabbing his plate from Fang, he immediately got into a competition with Fang as to what food to grab. As he set about filling his plate, though, Galdo was shoved to the side suddenly by someone else.

“Hey, move,” a gruff voice ordered.

Galdo furrowed his brow. “Eh?”

Fang placed a hand on the small of Galdo’s back, only to slip said hand around to rest against his side, tugging him toward him. “Come here, Galdo.”

Galdo allowed him to press him against his side as he glared daggers at the other guy next to him. A guy with short brown hair and blue eyes. An asshole that rudely pushed him to get to the buffet. There was plenty of food. No need to get physical.

“What’s your problem, eh?”

“Just because your own date is going shit doesn’t mean you take it out on us,” Fang added for good measure.

The guy immediately bristled defensively. “Wh-what did you-?”

“Hit the nail on the head, huh?”

“Fang, leave the guy alone,” Galdo said. “Not his fault he has a personality as charming as a Stingle, eh?”

“Th-that’s not true!” The guy went through three stages of annoyance and humiliation in about three seconds. They clearly struck a nerve.

“Things going swimmingly, then?”

“Which is why you’re sulking by the buffet table?”

“S-shut up!” He all but shrilled as he stalked off to the other end of the buffet table. He was virtually on the verge of tears.

Galdo almost felt sorry for him. But that’s what you get for shoving people.

“Them’s the breaks,” Fang said nonchalantly as he unfurled his arm from around Galdo’s waist. “I guess not everyone can by like us. What a loser.”

Galdo took a half step to the side, his brow furrowing ever so slightly as a strange sense of loss and confusion struck him. He couldn’t quite explain how right it felt having Fang’s arm around his waist. Or how…lonely he felt in his chest and stomach when he removed his arm.

That…

“Ah, yeah. Way too high-strung. He needs to take it easy.” Galdo noted that Fang had returned to filling his plate. And he was efficient at it. “Fang, don’t hog all the fried chicken.”

“Hey, first come first serve.”

With their plates unable to hold any more food and with the knowledge they were able to return at any time (thank the Goddess for all-you-can-eat buffets!), Galdo and Fang returned to their table. Sitting down, Galdo noted that the window had been opened halfway, allowing for a fresh evening breeze and the scent of flowers to waft in from the garden outside. He also noted the soft sound of music being played from somewhere unseen. A slow saxophone with a piano. Probably.

It made for quiet the relaxing atmosphere; he wasn’t going to lie.

“Oh, hey, what did you and Bahas talk about?” Galdo asked. “He mentioned something earlier. I don’t suppose he was lecturing you about something.”

Fang looked uncomfortable, fidgeting in his seat. “Ah, yeah. He mentioned that I should be more…thoughtful about my food. Ya know?”

Galdo noticed the hesitation. “Yeah? I suppose he wants you to eat slower and enjoy it more?”

Fang shrugged. “Something like that.”

Well, Bahas had said something similar to Galdo in the past and Marissa was always harping on him to slow down when eating, so he guess he could give it a try tonight. If it would make things easier for Fang.

They fell silent as they turned their attention to eating their food. And it was delicious. Not quite as good as Bahas’ cooking (they had been spoilt by the guy) but it was a close second. They definitely need to make good friends with Adella so they could come back more often.

“How’s the fried noodles?” Galdo asked between bites.

“Not bad, not bad,” Fang answered between snurfs of food. “The pork curry dumpling?”

Oh, Galdo hadn’t tried that yet. He quickly popped that into his mouth and gave a quick couple of chews before swallowing. “Hm. Not too spicy.” He paused and then winced as he reached for his drink. “Hoo. No, wait, really spicy. It sneaks up on ya, eh.”

Fang perked up. “Ooh, let me try.”

With his drink in one hand, Galdo gallantly defended his plate with his fork in his other hand. “Hey, get your own.”

Fang continued to try to steal his dumpling. “Come on, don’t be stingy. Just a bite.”

“There’s no ‘just a bite’ with you, Fang. I know you.”

“Come oooon.”

Galdo rolled his eyes and stabbed the dumpling with his own fork. “Stop whining. Fine. You know I can’t say no to that whine of yours.”

He offered up the dumpling and Fang leaned forward without hesitation. He parted his lips and took the dumpling into his mouth. He closed his lips around the piece of food and dragged it off of the fork, leaning back into his chair.

That wasn’t the first time Fang stole something off of his plate, literally taking the food off of his fork. But tonight, for some unknown reason, the whole thing made Galdo feel…funny.

“I don’t see what you mean,” Fang said defiantly. “It’s not hot.”

“Your voice rose in pitch.”

“No, it didn’t.”

“I also see you reaching for your drink.”

“No, I’m not.”

Galdo laughed. Fang always knew how to make him laugh. “Come on, big man, suffer through it.”

A ruckus made up of shouts and raised voices caused both Galdo and Fang to lift their gazes toward the front of the restaurant. A deep frown made its way to Fang’s face as a loud, masculine sounding voice suddenly issued the demand for money.

Fang placed his hands atop of the table and pushed himself to his feet. “I know that voice. Let’s go, Galdo.”

Galdo didn’t bother to ask any questions. “Right.” It was pretty clear what was happening, anyway.

Ignoring the other customers and diners as they gossiped or cowered in their seats, Galdo followed closely behind Fang as they reached the reception area. Adella stood behind the reception desk, defiantly staring down four men.

Nah, four hooligans, dressed in roughly the same attire. With one wearing a red bandana around his neck to distinguish him from the others. Likely the leader of the group.

And they were, without a doubt, trying to rob the place.

“Hey, you again,” Fang said casually, his attention focused on the one with the red bandana. “Didn’t I embarrass you enough the first time?”

First time? Hah, must be the guy from earlier in the day. He must have returned with some friends in a form of revenge. Maybe Galdo should steal from them as a form of karmic justice, eh?

The hooligan spun around, and though half of his face was hidden by a ridiculous helmet, it was easy to tell that he was surprised by Fang’s appearance. “You again?!” he spluttered. “And who’s the pretty boy with you? Your boyfriend?”

That was a random question.

“Yeah?” Fang replied swiftly. “What of it?”

M-man, Fang was dedicated to his little ruse, wasn’t he?

“Poor guy,” the hooligan returned with a sneer. “Imagine being with a loser like you.”

Galdo’s eyes sharply narrowed. “A loser that kicked your ass earlier, if I’m not mistaken.”

The guy bristled wildly. “Th-that was just a fluke!”

“Yeah?” Fang crackled his knuckles as a feral smile spread across his lips. “Well, how about I do it again?”

Not alone, he won’t.

Two against four. Not bad. Galdo had been in brawls without Marissa plenty of times before, so it should be a piece of cake. Speaking of cake, they’d be back to eating in no time!

The hooligans immediately tried to use their numbers against them by surrounding them, but that wouldn’t work. Galdo and Fang fought better when they were side by side, back-to-back. They found it easier to fight when they knew where each other was on the battlefield.

Hah. The hooligans didn’t stand a chance.

Galdo had one on the ground, recovering from a swift jab to the kidney, and the other in agony with an arm twisted behind his back. Fang had also dealt with one guy already and was in the process of dealing with the leader once more. The battle was short, a humiliating one no doubt.

“Maybe I should scar that pretty little face of his!”

What-?

A movement from his left caused Galdo to lift his head up.

Fang and the leader hooligan had moved their fight closer toward him. No, wait…the hooligan had lashed out an attack toward Galdo himself. A knife. And it…

It pierced right through Fang’s hand. Through his palm. He…had thrown his hand up, putting that up between Galdo and the knife.

Galdo’s eyes widen. He immediately threw aside the hooligan he had been fighting with. “Fang!”

Fang wasn’t reacting to the knife in his hand, however. Not in pain. Not to the pain. His fingers flexed around the guy’s hand, grasping tightly as he twisted his wrist to a painful angle, loosening his grip on the knife. With his other hand, he grabbed the guy’s face, his fingers gouging into the fleshy parts of his face painfully. With a sweeping kick, he swept his legs out from under him and slammed him into the floor. Hard.

So powerful was the blow that the guy’s helmet crumbled.

“Bastard,” Fang spat, true hatred in his voice. “That’s what you get for trying to hurt Galdo.”

Galdo watched in surprise. Fang…

He was angry.

Fang wrapped his fingers tightly around the handle of the knife and with a reserved grimace, ripped it from his hand. Blood splattered across the floor, dripping from his palm and along his fingers as he left his arm drop to his side idly. He idly flipped the knife around in his fingers to wield it as a weapon instead and turned his gaze at the guy that laid motionless on the restaurant floor.

And waited for him to move, even if that was just a twitch.

Galdo gazed at Fang’s injured, bloodied hand for a moment before he quickly shook himself into action. He grabbed the nearest piece of clear material, an unused table napkin folded by the reception desk, and hurried to Fang’s side.

“Let me see your hand.” He requested in spite of the fact he already had Fang’s wrist in his hand and had wrapped the napkin around the wound long before the final word passed his lips.

“It’s fine,” Fang returned dismissively, but made no attempt to tug his wrist from Galdo’s wrist. He simply kept his gaze on the incapacitated hooligan, silently begging him to move so he had just cause to lash out at him one more time.

“It will be.” Thank the Goddess for his healing skills. Marissa had merit insisting that he learned them. “That guy isn’t going anywhere.”

“Yeah.” Fang did little to hide his disappointment. He finally turned his gaze away from the guy and looked over at him. “Are you hurt?”

It was Galdo’s turn to be dismissive, too busy concentrating on clearing the wound. “I’m fine. The other guys fled after seeing what you did. I guess that guy was their leader or something, eh?”

Thankfully, Fang’s wound was pretty clean. Straight through the bones and tendons in his hand. Still reckless of him, but from the angle of that attack, it was either Fang’s hand or Galdo’s face. So, he had better thank him later.

Hah. He saved him again.

“Is it over?” Adella called out from behind the reception desk, where she wisely took cover when the fight broke out. Her gaze fell on Fang and on the reddening cloth. “Oh, you’re injured?”

“It’s alright, I know some healing skills,” Galdo immediately reassured. “I’ll take care of it. Do you have any bandages?”

“Sorry about the mess,” Fang added, motion to the blood on the floor. And the unconscious hooligan.

“Not at all!” Adella replied dismissively. “I’ll call a guard to take care of this ruffian and the cleaners can take care of this mess. You two, my two heroes, will get a specially cook meal after that little fight!”

The fight wasn’t much, but they did work up an appetite. But they were always hungry, to be fair.

Galdo used a few low-levelled healing spells on Fang’s injured hand to keep the pain minimal as he waited for Adella to bring him some bandages. When he received a small first aid kit, he kept a firm hold on Fang’s hand as he led him back to their reserved table. A hushed silence had fallen over the entire restaurant, but he ignored it.

At their table, he ushered Fang to sit down before he pulled his chair closer to him and sat down himself. He concentrated on healing and attending to Fang’s hand, being mindful not to cause him any further pain or discomfort.

“How does it feel?” he asked as he tied off the bandaged.

Fang lifted his hand and flexed his fingers. “Still hurts. Looks like you’re going to have to hand feed me from now on.”

Good, he was back to joking.

“Fang, honestly. You can still use your other hand.”

“Don’t wanna.”

Galdo rolled his eyes fondly as he packed up the first-aid kit. “Fine, fine. I’ll feed you, you big baby. I guess I owe it to my Fangy-poo for saving my life, eh?”

Fang folded his arms across his chest. “Damn right.”

“Well, I guess you’ve worked up quite the appetite after all of that. I better get us some food. Don’t go starting anymore fights.” Galdo stood up from his chair and placed a hand on Fang’s shoulder. “I’ll be right back, Hero.”

Fang tilted his head back to look up at him. And smiled. A smile that held a tinge of…something. “Don’t keep waiting too long, Beautiful.”

Galdo felt himself flush at the nickname but could only smile and nod his head in response. He…honestly could get use to that nickname.

If it was real.

Picking up the first-aid kit, Galdo headed to the reception desk in search of Adella. He found the cheerful, portly woman easily. In her hands was a large tray of food. That special meal she mentioned, no doubt.

“It’s good to see that you know some healing magic,” Adella said as Galdo returned the first-aid kit. “With such a reckless young man as a partner, I assume he gets into all sorts of trouble.”

“He does,” Galdo immediately agreed. “But…for the benefit of others. That’s why I like him so much.”

“I see,” was all Adella said in response to his words. Choosing to instead smile knowingly as she handed him the tray of food. “I’ll get the two of you something to drink and I’ll leave you in peace. Feel free to stay as long as you like.”

Galdo simply thanked the maternal woman and left. There was nothing more to say.

Back at the table, he found Fang where he left him. Of course. Not like he would bail on him.

Placing the food on the table, Galdo kept his chair pulled close to Fang’s and the other man obviously didn’t object. They fell into a silence, a peaceful one. A part of him expected that Fang was truly joking when he said he wanted Galdo to feed him, but he made no attempt to reach for any of the utensils.

He honestly, genuinely wanted him to feed him?

Fine. Who else could say they hand-fed the one and only Fang, eh?

Galdo had thought it would be somewhat embarrassing to be hand-feeding Fang. Or even just a little bit awkward. After all, Galdo was feeding Fang. His chair pulled close to his, Fang’s arm gripping the back of Galdo’s own chair to lean in even closer. But it surprisingly wasn’t all that awkward.

Sure, they were in a secluded part of the restaurant, where no one would see them. But even as Adella stopped by to give them their free drinks, nothing felt awkward. Not like it was before. She simply smiled, gave them their drinks, before she toddled off.

Galdo didn’t eat much himself. He wasn’t that hungry, surprisingly.

After the meal and their drinks, Fang folded his arms atop of the table and rested his head atop of his arms. He looked relaxed and content, as if he wanted to fall asleep. Tentatively, Galdo reached forward to lightly toy with a strand of his hair.

He didn’t react negatively. So, he pressed further, raking his fingers through his hair lightly. And received a low rumble, a sound between a grunt and a moan. Again, not a negative response.

Galdo rested an elbow on the table as he raked his fingers through Fang’s hair, which was surprisingly soft.

He truly was a cad. He liked being doted on.

Galdo tried not to let the thought of someone else doing this with Fang enter his mind. He didn’t want or need the jealousy right now.

It had grown late. He hadn’t the faintest idea of the time. But it was late. The darkness of the sky outside. The quietness of the streets outside. It was definitely late. But…he didn’t want to go back home yet. He didn’t want everything to end yet. Not yet.

“You know, Fang,” Galdo began, idly curling a strand of his hair around his finger. “I had a lot of fun tonight.”

“Yeah.”

Maybe he was a little giddy from the alcohol, but Galdo was a little more honest than usual. “I like spending alone time with you. Especially like this.”

Fang slowly sat up and turned to face him. The lighting was dim, but Galdo saw the seriousness in his eyes. “You know, Bahas wanted me to be more honest.”

Galdo tilted his head to the side. “And not just about food?”

“No.”

Galdo’s heart fluttered, and he swallowed thickly. “Was tonight real?”

“Yeah.” Fang reached up to curl a strand of his hair behind his ear. “You know, you really are beautiful.”

“Fang…”

Galdo leaned forward and reached for him, his hand touching the side of his face. He hesitated for a quiet a moment, allowing him time to pull back, to push him away. But he did neither. Instead, Fang slid a hand against his side and along his back to pull him closer and tilted his head to the side. That gave Galdo the courage to push forward, his eyes slipping close.

And, finally, with his heart fluttering in his chest, his lips pressed against Fang’s.

Galdo gasped softly as he pushed forward, framing Fang’s face with his hands. He threaded his fingers through his hair as Fang wrapped an arm around his back as gripped at his upper arm with his other hand, holding him as close as possible.

Everything else around them was immediately forgotten. Nothing else mattered but the two of them.

As his lips moved against Fang’s, the other man taking the lead, Galdo knew that things between would never be the same again. And he was fine with that. It was the beginning of a new chapter in their lives. He had no idea where that chapter would lead them.

One thing was certain, he couldn’t wait to find out.

… … … … …

Marissa walked down the long hallway of Sunflower Inn. It was midmorning and she hadn’t seen her Galdy-kins for hours. Not since he and Fang left to go on their little “not date” date last night. Eryn and Tiara both insisted that the two had gotten arrested last night for making a ruckus after being kicked out from that restaurant they went to, but Marissa was certain that didn’t happen.

She would have been asked for bail money by now.

Reaching the door to Galdo’s room, Marissa raised her hand to knock, but found herself inexplicably pausing. If her Galdy-kins was in his room, there was good reason why he hadn’t appeared at breakfast.

And why Fang hadn’t appeared at breakfast.

Marissa placed her hand on the doorhandle and tested it. It slowly turned and the door popped open. She sighed and shook her head. Galdy-kins. He really needed to be more careful. Leaving the door unlocked was a big no-no. He was cute and adorable. Anyone could take advantage of him.

But since it was unlocked and open…

The hinges were thankfully silent as Marissa pushed open the door and peered into the room. The curtains were drawn, casting the room in shadows. But there was more than enough light for her to make out that the bed was occupied. With two figures. One her Galdy-kins, and the other very clearly none other than Fang himself.

Marissa took a moment to look up and down the hallway, content to find it empty, before she stepped into the room. She quietly snuck over to the bed and gazed down at the two boys.

Fang laid sprawled out on his back, mouth agape and snoring lightly. Next to him with his head on his chest and arm draped across his stomach was, of course, Galdo. And for his part, Fang had his arm wrapped firmly around Galdo’s waist, the thumb of his hand idly toying with the hem of his tank top.

Oh, those boys.

They did look comfortable.

Better not disturb them.

Marissa slowly turned around and made her way out of the room. She slipped out of the door, pausing only long enough to engage the lock before quietly slipping the door shut. With the door locked, which Galdy-kins should have done in the first place, no one else should bother the two.

Oh, Glady-kins. She was so happy for him. Better than some unknown hussy. Fang was sure to take good care of him. Of course, she was going to give Fang the “if you ever dare hurt Galdy-kins” talk sometime later, but for now, she’d leave them be.

Walking back to her room, she met with Harley half way. “Have you seen Fang?” she asked. “He’s not in his room.”

Marissa folded her hands in front of her and smiled. “He’s with Galdy-kins.”

Harley immediately caught on and glanced over her shoulder. “Ooh, is that so? Last night’s date went that well, then? Let me see.”

“Now, you leave them be,” Marissa chided, grabbing the far-too dedicated researcher by the elbow. “They obviously had a long night getting to know each other.”

Harley perked up. “Now I’m really interested.”

“While it’s nice that you’re interested in something else other than Fairies, don’t you dare.”

“I kid! I kid!” Harley laughed good-naturedly and folded her arms under her bust. “I’m jealous that you managed to get an eyeful, though. I bet they were adorable.”

Of course. Her Galdy-kins was always adorable.

“Though, that does lead to the question of whether they’ll try to be a couple of macho-headed men and pretend not to be together and maintain a “secret” relationship or be absolutely obnoxious about it while unintentionally annoying Eryn and Tiara,” Harley continued.

Good question. Either one was sure to irritate Eryn and Tiara. Poor girls were to be broken-hearted.

“Hm, I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

But, as long as her Galdy-kins was happy she was happy.

[marrissacooper]

I have some hot takes about S3 like the original casting for Johnny was SO different, I think Ryan D. must have known someone in Fox, because originally I think a viable love interest (Brett) for Marissa was planned. I think Mischa was fantastic on the show though and her best arc was with LMG in S2 IMO. I feel so bad for all of the negativity she ensured during her time on the show. Thanks for all of your great work. I hate how misunderstood Marissa still is to this day even. (4/4)

I am so sorry for answering this so late, know that I felt guilty the whole time this was sitting in my inbox lol

I agree with everything!! it would've been way better to have a viable love interest for marissa in s3. If I remember well @ryanandmarissa posted the original script and it said a young Brad pitt-type of guy. and their first meeting was sth like he's reading a book outside and smiles at marissa? I can't imagine why they'd change this to johnny who has the charisma of a damp towel.

And yes Mischa was definitely at her best at the end of s2!! it's such a hard storyline to play but her performance felt very real. she goes from confusion, to anger and sadness. I rewatched the scene where trey goes to her room after the assault and she's amazing in it. even though marissa's sort of lashing out at him you can also see she's jumpy and scared. and the way she says "me? what about ryan?" it really brings out marissa's bravery and kindness. and ofc there's the shooting scene, you can definitely feel her helplessness.

she truly is the best girl <3

[mysticalgalaxysstuff]

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Dr. Marissa Sanders)

Book: Open Heart

The Great Bake-Off: Ethan makes pancakes with his daughter!

In Your Arms: Marissa wakes up in the middle of the night.

Inebriated

What I love about you today?

Ethan forgets his wedding ring.

New Journey: It's the big day of their lives.

Perfectly Beautiful: Ethan comforts his wife when she returns to work after her long maternity leave.

Ringing to New Year: Ethan and Marissa's snapshot taken seconds before the new year.

(hosted by @/jamespotterthefirst )

Selfie

Valentine’s Day

What’s in the Name

Exes Timeline

Marissa’s Hometown

Women’s Day

Marissa's Spring Look Book

In the News

College and Med School ID Cards

Honeymoon Trip

All smiles

Marissa's Eyes

Marissa's Hair

Marissa's Skin

Marissa's Favourite Flower

Marissa & Ethan's Children

What's in the Name (Aria & Nathaniel)

The 13th Photo

Marissa in Various Camera Rolls

Marissa on Google

The Sanders Siblings

Best Summer Photos

On A Night Like This - Vegas Trip

Marissa & Ethan's Bedroom Throughout the Years

Marissa & Ethan's Signature

Marissa's Pets Thoroughout the Years

Marissa's Summer Lookbook

Marissa & Ethan's Most Used Emojis

Marissa's NSFW Style

Marissa & Dancing

Marissa & Ethan's Astrological Sign

Marissa & Ethan's Passport

Marissa & Ethan's Home Throughout The Years

Marissa & Ethan’s Home (Interior)

Marissa's Fall Look Book

Endearing (Marissa's POV)

Quickies

Women's Day

Concert Lookbook

(hosted by @/potionsprefect)

Aria and Nathaniel Lap Prank

Towel Prank

Naked Prank

Desk Prank

Break up Prank

Ethan Lap Prank

Do you wanna make a baby?

Wow, this guy is so hot!

Passenger Seat

Selfie

The Question

(hosted by @/genevievemd)

Marissa and Ethan's Attire

Let them eat cake!

Bridesmaids and Groomsmen

Marissa's Bridal Lingerie

The Vows

Engagement Ring and Wedding Bands

The Proposal

Wedding Invitations

Wedding Venue

Wedding Flowers

Wedding Menu

Marissa's Something Old, New, Borrowed and Blue

Marissa and Ethan's Favourite Wedding Photos

The Wedding Presents

Wedding Hairstyle and Make-Up

(hosted by @/jamespotterthefirst)

♡ Ethan & Marissa for Thirsty Thursday

(hosted by @/jamespotterthefirst)

🎄☃️ 12 Days of Christmas 🎄☃️

Gifts from friends

Ethan & Marissa by @/the-pale-goddess

[welcome6to6hell6]

Flashbacks TW ⚠️

I have daily flashbacks about the abuse. It doesn’t even have to be triggered by something or someone. I could be walking in beautiful weather with a cold drink and have a flashback that feels like it lasts a lifetime.

So far today I have had 4 flashbacks. The first was about the first time he used an object to hit me. I had burned his eggs that morning when I was cooking and he screamed at me for being irresponsible and wasting food. He was cleaning the kitchen when he got in my face and spit on me and hit me with the towel in his hand. My eye started to grow a welt on it. I still had class I had to go to. I was really worried people were gonna judge me. I was embarrassed.

The second flashback was the first night he raped me. I had been assaulted by his friend at a party we had. He told me it turned him on that I had been assaulted. He told me it made me a dirty slut I had been assaulted. He forced himself inside me while I screamed for help. He slapped me in the face and said if I yelled again he would shot me in the face. He had guns so I felt like he was serious. I sobbed as he violated me over and over again. He didn’t use and lube he just shoved his penis so hard into me I bled. I begged him to stop. I can still feel how dirty I felt. Sometimes I have these flashbacks in the shower and I have to wash my body two or three times.

The third and fourth flashbacks are the same. The first time I felt like he was going to kill me. I had been messaging sean for a while. HE would check my phone every night while i slept and would steal my phone if i was on it for more than 3 minutes. He said texting paragraphs are for betas and whores. He had gone through my phone to find a sexual conversation between me and sean. He threw me to the ground and climbed on top of me and shoved my head into the ground. He did this multiple times till i passed out. Idk how long I was out for I came too and I was still on the floor and the lights were off and I could hear him playing video games. I got up and went out to the living room and he just acted as if nothing had happened. Asked if I could make him dinner.

These flashbacks ruin my mood sometimes. I remind myself that I am no longer with this person and that I am safe away from him. The flashbacks are so real and so vivid. They make me nauseous sometimes. I have thrown up because of these flashbacks. I feel embarrassed that they effect me to much.

The struggle continues

Marissa

[musingswithbre]

Countless fights, 2 breakups and makeups, 1 miscarriage and 5 years later Gavin finally decided to throw in the towel and leave Hanna.  Five years later, and then nothing mattered at all anymore, and she was left to try and move on while Gavin tried to move on with her best friend Marissa. Apparently, all Hanna did was stress him out and Marissa was his peace or he was finding that out anyway.

It angered her really, how after a month he could throw it all away and move on so easily as if she didn’t matter and then he blamed her for it all. All the fights, all the mistakes were hers at the end of the day and it saddened her. And her best friend was nowehere to be found, because when Hanna wanted to confront her about it, she blocked her everywhere. 

Soon she was four drinks and and five shots in before she decided to leave the bar and go somewhere, anywhere. Ultimately she ended up at an address she never knew she would use again. Especially since she had only used it maybe 4 times in the last few years, only because Marissa had asked her to pick up stuff up from that same address or drop stuff up and she did, because she was a good friend.

Hanna just needed someone, anyone. Not really to talk, she was sure she would cry and become even more of a mess than she already felt. Instead, she wanted revenge. She wanted to hurt Marissa, or atleast have her feel something just as much she was making her feel right now.

And so, Hanna knocked on Kyle’s door once. Then she knocked again a bit louder when he didn’t come soon enough, growing impatient.

@juliannehcughs​

[rgr-pop]

last week noodle figured out that she loves towels, and since then has claimed three (3) towels for herself: (1) which was clean and folded next to a laundry basket on the floor which she unfolded for her own use (at this moment she is playing with a mouse in this towel) (1) that I left on the floor near a heat vent after washing my hair (let me do what i want) which she sits on to get warm, and (3) a hand towel which was unfolded in a fresh laundry basket, which she appears to have removed from the basket to sit on

[deprivedmusicaljunkie]

a day at the beach - iko x strom

LOOK this is not a weird ship. I'm rereading Winter right now and hate that Marissa killed Strom off, because the dynamic between him and Iko would be pretty interesting. Well, it's practically the same as Kiko, but in my opinion, a Lunar wolf soldier is more impressive than Kinney.

This is a oneshot about Strom feeling excluded from the Rampion Crew at the beach and Iko's first kiss. This was written in one sitting so please be merciful. It's a little bit messy.

955 words, barely a thousand. Fic under the cut.

Iko was sprawled across a beach towel, feeling drowsy under the scorching summer sun. She wore an illegally dark pair of sunglasses that almost completely obscured her vision. Unfortunately, that prevented her from staring at the gorgeous French boys splashing water at the horizon. Fortunately, they could see her, and she was wearing her cutest pink bikini. She loved turning her auditory processor up and hearing their lusted mumbles.

A hurricane of sand disrupted the rest, accompanied by a heavy thump. Annoyed, Iko took off her sunglasses to find Strom sitting beside her, looking ridiculous in a pair of orange swim trunks. He scowled ferociously at the horizon, scaring all the seagulls away from their vicinity. Kids that were originally playing near them scurried away to their parents.

Iko sat up, baring an impressive scowl herself. “Oh, great. Now I’ll have sand stuck in my joints for days until Cinder can clear it up. Thanks, Alpha.”

He looked away. “Sorry.” She studied him. It was unlike Strom to apologize or display any emotion other than sarcasm or anger. He was exaggeratedly slouched over his knees, as if forcing himself to forget the stiff posture Thaumaturges commanded him into. Even after his readjustments after the war, the Lunar surgery was visible even now. Unnaturally large hands and feet, sharp jawline, pointy canines, bulging muscles, its shape visible through a too-tight white shirt. Strom was distant through everything. Frustratingly so, even after Iko’s efforts to crack his shell.

“You okay? Aren’t dogs supposed to like the beach?”

The soldier chuckled without humor. “Shut up. I’m only here because your Special Op keeps sending me looks. Like I’d steal his mate.”

Iko raised an eyebrow, flipping behind a braid. Hmm… Alpha vs Alpha. “Don’t talk about Scarlet like that. If you actually took the time to get to know us, you’d see that we’re your friends. We actually want to form a relationship with you.”

His eyes flicked towards hers. “Do you want to form a relationship with me?”

“I—well—I’m just saying that you don’t have to be so closed up all the time. Being a hateful little brat might’ve worked back on the moon, but here, we actually like to enjoy each other.”

“Hateful little brat…”

She sighed. “Listen—” “No, you listen to me!” Strom growled, sudden anger soaring through his body. He planted both palms on each side of her hips. A tinge of helplessness surged through his expression and his whispers landed directly on her lips. “I didn’t want to come here, to France, to Earth. Selene commanded me to ‘take a break’. She knew that I couldn’t resist an order from my queen, but I don’t have to like it. You guys preach about how kind and good you are, but I know you only talk to me out of pity. Pity for the weak runt. Pity for the lesser Alpha. I’m better off alone, and you know it. So stop pretending like you care about me.”

Iko blinked, waiting for her internal processor to compute those words. Did he really think that? “I know I can’t speak on behalf of the crew, but I genuinely care about you, much as I hate to admit it.” He drew his gaze to her palm on his forearm. “It might take a while to get used to having people that care about you, but… you’re not a soldier anymore. You’re someone I want to know.”

There was a minute of silence where Strom searched her face. They were still in that intimate position. He was almost straddling her. She tightened the grip on his arm and felt something. A pulse.

“It’s weird,” he murmured. “Your scent is like perfume and iron. Even though you’re not human, you still smell like blood.”

Iko slowly straightened, getting closer and closer to his face. He placed a steady palm on the small of her back, and she would’ve melted right then if not for those three urgent words: “We should kiss.”

He wasted no time in crushing their mouths together. He was hungry, desperately licking every tooth, dragging a tongue across her right cheek. She’d dreamed about heated embraces many times before, but none of them were as real as Strom’s weight against her stomach, pressing them closer, closer. She used her spare hand to run through his bushel of brown curls, blissful as she caught a whiff of his shampoo.

She recalled the net-dramas and exposed her neck. A deep noise vibrated at the edge of his throat before he started nosing her jugular. Soft moans escaped through their lips, quiet pleads to keep going. Iko trailed her fingers along the edge of his shirt and almost tore it off, loving the flash of brown skin— “Excuse me!”

They pulled apart, staring at the figure of a fuming lifeguard hovering above them. Pink rushed through Strom’s cheeks, an unusually adorable look.

“This is not private property! Please leave all public displays of affection inside your bedroom. There are children watching.”

Indeed, theirs were not the only flabbergasted faces staring at the pair. Frozen at the shoreline, all of her friends gaped at the unlikely duo. Iko grinned. She loved being unpredictable.

“Sorry, sir,” Strom said, not holding back a cheeky grin. “We’ll try to keep our hands off of each other this time.”

As soon as the guard went away, Iko slapped his arm. “We’ll try to keep our hands off of each other this time? What were you thinking?”

He threw back his head and laughed. “Am I going to beat you at volleyball or would you rather spend your time whining?”

Iko pressed a kiss against his jaw, loving the way he tensed up. “You’re on.”

[statticscribbles]

Beach Date

Summary: The OC, AU where Summer and Ryan fall for each other and have their first date

Summer isn’t sure what’s drawing her to Ryan but she can’t seem to look away when he smiles or stop thinking about him when she daydreams. She tries her best to deny her crush, pretty much everyone save for her dad is against Ryan being in her life.

Of course denying anything just makes it more obvious to her and she’d swear she’s going crazy with how often she’s seeing Ryan around, but what’s worrying her more is how he seems to be genuine about spending time with her. She’s not sure if he’s figured out her crush and is humouring her, or playing some massive joke, but a tiny part of her hopes that he either is growing to like her or has had a crush on her all along.

”I dunno dude I just feel like you could do better; what about Marissa. She’s cute.”

“Summer’s just as cute. Ryan grumbles, already tired of hearing yet another one of his friends giving him relationship advice; he knows it’s just an excuse for them to complain, to interject with their opinion about how much they hate the two of them together.

”Summer, you uh, busy..”

“Not when it comes to you..”

“Oh, thanks. Do you want to…” Ryan looks nervous and Summer can't help but smile at that.

“Mhm, continue..” She grins a little more and realises Ryan’s gotten distracted by looking at her.

“Do you want to go on a date?” He rushes out and looks nervous.

“I’d love to go on a date, where were you thinking of going? Ryan you okay?”

“I didn’t think I’d get this far.”

“We’ve been dating for a week. I think it’s time we go on an actual date somewhere that’s not watching a movie on my couch.”

“Well wherever you want to go, I’ll follow you; all I want is for you to be happy.”

“Wow, wait to put pressure on me to pick a good spot.”

“I don’t care where it is, as long as you’re there. And we’re together, those are the important things to me.”

Ryan’s nervous, he always is around summer but something in his stomach keeps flipping around, he’s worried she won’t like the date he’s planned. He tries to ignore the feeling, tries to avoid the thoughts that Summer will hate this and she’ll want to not date him.

“So where exactly are we going?” She asks and he doesn’t say anything letting their transition from the concrete pathway into sand give it away.

“The beach?”

“Mhm, I thought it might be nice to have a picnic and just sit and talk; watch the sunset.” Summer agrees nodding and letting him set up the blanket and towels he’d brought, he mentions it’s probably too cold to swim but they can at least enjoy the extra warmth and watch the way the sun plays out along the clouds, casting the water in bright oranges and pinks, the deep blue and greens of the sea melding together contently as the couple sit and cuddle, no distractions, no disapproving looks, just the two of them, settled in silence.

”It’s nice..”

“What?”

“Having someone who approves and isn’t a dick about it.”

“Huh?”

“Your dad, he’s pretty much the only one supportive of our relationship. My parents and pretty much all of our friends are dicks about it. Haven’t you noticed?”

“No, I just tend to ignore all of them. You’re the only one that matters to me.”

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

DIFFICULT TIMES

Prompt: Requested, by the lovely Marissa aka @howdareyouhydra. There you go, babe! I hope you’ll like it 😘

Word Count: Long

Pairings: Drew McIntyre x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of stress, pampering and so much fluff you’ll be sick

Tag: @akiko-tanaka , @blondekel77 , @marlananicole , @theworldofotps , @sassymox , @yungbludjazz360 , @new-zealand-chic , @drew-is-boo , @drewmcintyrekoccsrocbwdgfan

Notes: My heart is warm and fuzzy right now 🥰 Y’all know the drill loves, sorry for misspellings, english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) You can check them out on my Masterlist. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part, shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

“Love? Are you alright?” Drew asks when he finds me staring at the shower wall

“I’m fine” I lied “Just can’t get the water temperature right”

“So you’re crying because you can’t get the shower temperature correctly?”

“I’m not crying” I lied again

Hearing the deep sigh behind me, I soon feel his arms around my naked body, providing me the sense of comfort and security that I needed so much.

“You wanna talk about it now or later?” He mumbled against my wet hair

“Later”

Drew nodded, grabbing the shampoo bottle from my hands, he squirts some onto his palm and began to wash my hair.

He washed it, conditioned and undid the knots. Delicately washed my whole body with my lavender and vanilla body gel, so softly I could barely feel the touch of his fingers upon my skin.

Drew then towel dried my body, dressing me with his comfy sweatpants and t-shirt, combed my hair, applied my favorite heath protectant and reached for the blow dryer

“Drew, you don’t have to-“

“Of course I have to! I don’t want you to catch a cold from walking around with your hair wet”

Oh so softly, he blow dried my hair. Right after that, remembering my routine like the back of his hand, he went to my vanity table and grabbed my chapstick and argan oil, applied the oil on my face and hair, followed by the cherry chapstick on my lips

“There you go, all done” He kisses my nose

“Thank you” I whispered, hugging him tightly

“There’s no need to thank me” Drew grabbed me onto his arms “I’m starving! Are you?”

I nodded

“Good, let’s order some comfort food, shall we?” He cackled, going down the stairs

Drew placed me on the couch delicately

“I’m in the mood for Italian, what do you say?” He asked, already knowing that Italian is my comfort food

“Drew, your diet-“ I started

“One day is not gonna kill me, love” He winked already ordering the food on his phone

Drew ordered some lasagna for me and pasta for himself, plus garlic bread and tiramisù for dessert.

He ate half of his desert and left the other piece for me

“Drew, baby you really don’t have to!”

“I really don’t want it” He lied, since tiramisù was one of his favorite desserts

I look at him in disbelief

“Love... I want you to have it! Please eat it?”

“Only if you let me share with you” I look at him determined

“Deal” Drew cackled, taking the spoon out of my hand he gave me one piece then gave himself a piece until it was over.

Drew turned the tv on YouTube, searching for the ghost hunters channel I loved to watch.

“What are you doing?” I asked

“I’m in the mood for something spooky” He smiles

“You hate those type of shows, Drewy”

“Well, I thought I could give them a chance” He winked and pulled me closer to him, until I was securely tucked underneath the blankets and his strong arm.

After a few videos, Drew is totally (scared and) hooked on the show, holding his breath whenever one of the guys on the screen hears a noise.

“OH MY GOD” Drew yelled making me jump in fright.

“What is it?” I ask quickly

“Love, there’s a shadow in there! Did you saw it?”

“No”

“Here” Drew rewind the video “THERE! Saw it?”

“No, sorry babe”

Drew rewind the video again and standing up he goes to the side of the tv

“Press play” He says

A few seconds passed and he yelled again “THERE” Drew hits his finger on top of the screen “Saw it?”

“Sure! Oh my, that’s weird” I lie, since I still saw nothing

Drew came back to the couch, pulling me towards him

“I know right? Here” He showed me his arm “I got goosebumps!” Drew whispered, making me cackle.

When finally was time for bed, he pulled me as close as he could to his body, leaving no space in between us.

“I love you, Y/N. And I’ll always be here for you, no matter what” Drew softly kissed my hair.

“I love you too, Drewy! And thank you” I inhaled deep, acknowledging the soothing effect his scent has on me.

And I knew that no matter what happened, I could always truly count on him...

Please if you’re comfortable with it, let me know your thoughts on this? Feedbacks are always appreciated 🥰😘

[shydragonrider]

The Shadows we Know - Chapter 4

Warnings: Wounds, injury, fever, vomiting, pneumonia, scars, death mentions, loss of loved ones, grief, mentions of depression.

Freya looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes dropping to the wicked scar on her chest. The jagged gouge ran across her right breast and collar bone, stopping at her the top of her shoulder. Just over a year ago, Wolfsbane had thrown a knife at her during a fight. Though failing to kill her, he had still marked her forever.

But the memory of the terror and pain on his face when she’d found him... it was hard to feel anything but mild irritation at what had once filled her with rage.

Freya sighed, walked back into the bedroom, picking up a novel, letting her imagination take her into the darkened hallways of the eerie ghost story.

Her  older brother had loved horror stories too. It was a trait they had inherited from their father, who had died when Freya was only 2. She barely remembered him, and that made her more sad than anything.

Then her mother, Marissa, had died of a lung disease when Freya was 11, and it had been Jared, her older brother by 10 years, who’d looked after her. He’d died in an armed robbery three years earlier, right in front of Freya.

Seeing the last person she loved taken from her so violently had left Freya in a deep depression, which had eventually morphed into anger. She’d become the Vigilante, Lynx, to avenge her brother, who’s killer had never been caught, and to help make sure that no one else lost what they loved the same way she had.

So she’d taken precautions. Protected her identity, taken combat classes to prepare herself.

At first, she hadn’t cared if she survived. She’d had nothing left to live for.

Then she’d realized how disappointed her family would have been with her for throwing her life away.

On the bed, Wolfsbane shifted, mumbling feverishly in is sleep. Freya winced. Whatever else Wolfsbane may have done, Jared’s death had not been his fault. Freya knew, because she’d found the man responsible, and threatened him until he went down to the police station, and confessed to her brother’s murder. No matter how vicious her words, Freya knew that had been empty. She could never  torture someone within an inch of their life.

Could never do what had been done to Wolfsbane.

Shaking her head, Freya turned her attention back to the book, losing herself in it’s pages. She was so wrapped up in the plot, that she didn’t notice that Wolfsbane had opened his eyes.

***

Malachai turned his head, blinking hard to clear his vision. A single glance at the figure in the chair confirmed that he had not, in fact, hallucinated Lynx. She was reading a book, completely focused on it’s pages. 

A pain ran through his chest, and Malachai began to cough. Had it not been so painful, he may have been amused the the comical way Lynx jumped. Her light green eyes settled on him, and she rushed to his side, kneeling by the bed. Nausea washed over him, and he gagged. Lynx grabbed the trash bin, and held it up.

Malachai didn’t have time to even acknowledge the action. He vomited into the bucket, his bruised ribs screaming as his muscles spasmed painfully.

“Well, thank God you have good aim.” Lynx muttered. “Come on. Let’s get into the bathroom.”

***

She’d barely gotten him to the doorway before he lurched forward, grabbing the rim of the toilet and puking again.

Freya sighed, and began rinsing out the bucket in the bath, before kneeling beside Wolfsbane, patting his shoulder awkwardly as he threw up again. He was crying now, shivering all over.

“Everything’s going to be okay.” She said soothingly, brushing his sweaty hair back. He shook his head slightly, tears dripping down his face. 

“I always feel better after a shower.” Freya offered. “I need to change your bandages anyways, will you let me get you cleaned up?"

He hesitated, then nodded once.

Freya let him lean against her as she took got him into the shower. She grabbed the handheld nozzle, and turned the water onto a pleasantly warm temperature.

Carefully, she unwrapped the bandages Wolfsbane’s torso, and gently rinsed his back with the water.

He tensed, then relaxed with a soft groan. Freya winced at the blood that began to run down the drain.

“I’m going to put some soap on it, okay?”

He nodded again. Freya gently applied the disinfecting soap to his back. Wolfsbane gasped in pain, and Freya winced.

“I know it hurts. I’m sorry.”

***

Malachai shot a glance at Lynx, who had offered him a sponge and some soap. Now that there were lights on, he could clearly see the awful scar that he’d left her with, and quickly looked away.

She should hate me for that. He thought. I threw that knife at her with full intent to kill.

Lynx stepped back.

“I’m going to go and get a pair of my brother’s old boxers, okay? Be back in a minute.”

“Why are you helping me? Don’t you want revenge?” He managed to ask.

“I did... but apparently I can’t stand seeing people in pain.”

“Not even me?” His voice was weak and gravelly, a contrast to her smooth, melodious one.

“No. Not even you.” She said, very softly, holding out a towel.

“Call me when you’re dry. I’ll redress the wounds.” With that, she left the bathroom.

“Lynx.” Malachai called hoaresly.

“Yeah?”

“I never did say thank you, for... for saving me.”

“You just did.” Lynx’s voice replied. “And you’re welcome.”

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Just another face claim pic (Hot as hell)

And here’s a re-upload of Cinnamon Roll with her scar drawn in.

tagging @the-three-whumpeteers​ @befuddled-calico-whump​ and @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump​

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[mysticalgalaxysstuff]

The TikTok ask Queen is back with a very important question! MC does the towel prank. How does Ethan react?

Hahaha Alice, I'm SCREAMING at this question! Thank you for sending it in ❤

So this takes place after they are married and are living in their new home.

Ethan is getting ready for work in the walk-in closet of their bedroom, when Marissa walks in with a towel tied around her body. Ethan is facing the mirror fixing his tie when Marissa with her phone comes and stands right beside him. She leans her phone for support towards the mirror. Ethan is watching her with the corner of his eyes when suddenly Marissa pulls off the towel and Ethan shocked with lightning fast reflexes pulls her towards him, covering her with his body.

"Oh my god, what are you doing?"

He is met with Marissa laughing so hard, he realises that he has been, once again pranked by her wife.

"You're going to be the death of me, woman." Ethan shakes his head in disbelief.

"Don't worry, I'm a doctor. I will save you." Marissa quips and continues laughing.

Ethan smirks and pulls her towards him.

"Come here." And begins to tease her by kissing and biting her neck.

[justplainwhump]

An invitation you can’t refuse

[For the Casino AU : Marissa’s Story ]

Credits for our shared characters and setting go out to @whumping-newbie, and to @sableflynn for cheering me on to explore this weird dynamic...

Content (warnings): Lady whump, female whumpee (Marissa), female whumper (Lydia), intimate whumper, scars, captivity, referenced institutionalized noncon // tell me if I should add something.

Mostly build-up to some intimate fake romance dubcon/noncon.

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Everything in her body hurt. Somehow, Marissa had become used to the constant ache, an inevitable part of her life. With Charles, there had been long periods of rest and anxiety, interrupted by sheer agony. In the Casino, everything was more condensed, an everlasting dull heaviness, a routine to the pain. The clients who requested her all wanted the same thing, the thing her countless scars and her neat outfit promised: someone who took pain gracefully and elegantly, and - horrifying as it was to admit it - Marissa had become an expert at that.

Still, there were new layers of pain on top of the old ones every evening. Tonight, it was her torso. The man, some older man who liked to present himself a gentleman, who had taken her to the dining area first, but let out all his built-up brutality second. He had punched her, grabbed her hard enough for bruises to take shape on her breasts and around her waist - bruises that would invite the next clients to do just the same. 

A break, she thought, as she stepped out of the shower and dried herself with a towel. Please, just some time for the bruises to heal. A day off or two. It was a Tuesday, if she could trust the cheap calendar on the wall of the dressing room, which meant that neither of her regulars coming in tomorrow. Maybe she could -

"Marissa." Madam Lydia's voice snapped through the room, sharp as always, her eyes already scanning down her body. There was something else to her tone, though, a husky undertone she wouldn't use with the other girls.

No, Marissa thought, helpless against the madam's gaze, against her intrusion in the privacy of the workers' shower room. Not that. Not now.

"Mad-", she began, but at her raised eyebrow hurried to correct herself. She wanted to be called by her first name, when they were in private. "Lydia."

Am affectionate smile danced around Lydia's lips. "You've had a tough day, I assume? Mr Connelly is hard to please."

Marissa couldn't get herself to speak. She would have screamed, shouted, punched Lydia in the face, if she opened her mouth. That's what you take his money for. The more we hurt, the better your bonus. The more I hurt, the more you want me.

The fake smile was easier though, a small smile combined with a nod. Pretending some mutual understanding.

"Why don't you come upstairs to my apartment, then? Have a glass of wine, unwind from the day? A warm bath, maybe?"

Marissa thought of the small cot in her tiny room. The threadbare cotton bed sheets, the flicker of streetlight falling in through thin curtains. All she wanted was curl up there, hold Tessa's hand, and fall asleep eventually.

But they both knew there was just one answer to the question.

Marissa had said no, once. Lydia had left with her lips pressed together. But the next day, after Marissa had chosen the wrong dress for work, she had been taken away for punishment. Since then, she had new scars on the back of her legs, shaped like Madam Lydia's cane.

"Yes", she whispered, eyes cast down. "Of course, Lydia."