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Not My Type (Vince Neil x OC)

Pairing: Vince Neil x OC

Warnings: Sexual Innuendo 

Word Count: 711

With the boy's gig finally over, Valarie walked down the stairs to the bar, desperate for a drink. She pushed through the crowd and immediately caught the eyes of the bartender, who flocked over to the pretty brunette and asked for her order; a simple rum and coke.

While waiting, Valarie glanced around and scoffed at the Mötley Crüe groupies screaming for the boys to come back, some even trying to fight the bodyguards to get backstage.

Valarie was getting sick of coming to these things; the groupies, the drunks, the headaches, but the boys begged her every time; claiming she was some type of good luck charm.

The bartender came back and slid the drink towards her. Pulling out her wallet, the bartender stopped her, “on the Crüe tab, like usual.” Valarie shot him a smile and grabbed her drink, taking a long sip.

Valarie took this pause as her moment of peace before the chaos backstage. However, it seemed the chaos had already come to her.

“You need me now, I'll teach you how, come on, let's go all the way…” A voice sang in her ear as an arm snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against a warm body.

Valarie scoffed and sculled her drink, before slamming it down and spinning in the sweaty arms and coming face-to-face with Vince Neil.

“I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again…” Valarie started before Vince cut her off.

“Baby, I know you’re nervous you won’t be able to handle me. And, yeah, it might be a rough ride, but I’ll take it easy on you the first time.” Vince smirked, his hand skimming the bare skin of her pale thigh.

Grabbing hold of Vince’s sweaty hand, Valarie threw it off her body with a smirk. “You’re not really my type.”

Vince froze to his spot, left with wide eyes and unable to form words as Valarie walked away. Focusing on the swing of her hips as she walked back up the stairs, Vince snapped out of his shocked state and jogged after her.

“Not really your type?” He scoffed. “Baby, I’m everyone’s type.”

“Evidently not, hotshot.” Valarie called over her shoulder.

Using the railing to propel him forward, Vince rushed around Valarie and stood firmly in front of her on the stairs, halting her with a sigh.

“Come on, Val. There’s this tension between us that you can’t deny.” Vince argued, his sexy smirk on his face.

Valarie forced her heart to slow down at the sight of that smirk and placed a smug grin on her face. “I’ve denied it since I met you. Why change now?”

Valarie stepped up and went to move around Vince, but he stepped into her, leaving their bodies flush against each other. Vince stared down at Valarie, biting his lip in thought, and Valarie stared up at Vince with wide eyes at the close contact.

“Why don’t we just give this thing a try? I mean there’s something and you know I’ll try and give it up for you; the strippers, the groupies, all that stuff.” Vince whispered, his blue eyes piercing her hazel ones.

“You’d try? That sounds convincing.” Valarie mumbled sarcastically.

Vince groaned. “You know what I mean.”

Shaking her head, Valarie placed her hands on his chest, making Vince shudder, and pushed him against the railing. Vince grumbled in pain as Valarie moved past him, but he watched her walk away.

But Valarie paused. “And what about Tommy? You really want him to kick your ass?” Valarie spoke without looking at him, so he couldn’t see her furrowed forehead as she thought about the possibilities.

Vince scoffed. “Your scrawny brother doesn’t scare me.”

The sentence hung in the air as the two of them stood silent, ignoring the loud music and partying going on upstairs and downstairs.

“As I said Vince,” Valarie looked back at Vince with a smile. “You’re just not my type.” Vince deflated, but with the wink Valarie sent him, a smile lit up his face once again.

Letting out a laugh, Vince sent her that charming smirk that made Valarie weak. “You understand that this is just gonna make me want you more, right?” Vince’s stared at her with determination.

“I’m counting on it.”

The Orchid Mantis

Helaena Targaryen x Reader 

Word Count: 1172

Warnings: Fluff.

The heat in King’s Landing was like dragon fire, scorching and all-consuming. The azure skies were clear of clouds, but shadows were cast beneath the mighty forms of Vhagar and Sunfyre. Sweat lined the brows of the poor and rich alike, yet the Princess Helaena bathed in sunlight, its golden hues reflecting off her soft hair as spiders danced between her fingers. 

Sitting by the honey-shaded hydrangeas from Dorne, Helaena ignored the people around her: her ladies-in-waiting whispering about her odd fascination with unusual creatures, the lords gossiping about court and the clanging of swords from the training yards ringing in the distance. However, the echoing of a firm, familiar footstep awoke the girl from her daze. 

“Well, well, if it isn’t the prettiest flower in all of Westeros,” the voice called.

The princess spun quickly, her glazed eyes gaining focus as a bright smile graced her face. “Y/N,” she whispered, heart thumping rapidly in her chest, “You’ve come back.” 

Chuckling, Y/N peered down at the glowing girl, a grin on their face and a wooden cage in their hand. “Of course I came back, I have you waiting for me here,” Y/N hummed. Peering around the gardens, Y/N nodded to the distant ladies-in-waiting, who blushed and giggled. 

Helaena felt her stomach shudder and clench seeing the women’s reactions. As Y/N looked back towards their dear friend, they were concerned by her saddened eyes and shaking hands, which accidently released the spider into the gardens. Following Helaena’s eye line, and realising the issue, Y/N declared, “my ladies, you may depart. The princess is safe and supported under my attentive care.” Their voice left no room for question, causing the women to bow and hastily desert their post, casting confused glances over their shoulders as they did. 

Spinning back towards the princess, Y/N declared, “I brought a gift,” smirking as they sat down next to the jittery girl, sitting the box down beside them. 

Helaena’s dusky lilac eyes gleamed wide as she blinked. Sitting on the cool stone of the royal gardens, Y/N ensured they kept their distance, despite the urge to gently hold Helaena’s hands. “You, you brought me… a gift?” Helaena struggled to comprehend the notion, roughly rubbing her hands together with furrowed brows. 

Sighing softly, Y/N stretched a hand out slowly. Helaena went still, her shining eyes following their movements. Pausing, Y/N glanced towards her face. The Targaryen gazed at their frozen limb, her head cocked to the side with eyes fluttering rapidly. “May I touch you, my Princess?” 

Helaena choked on a gasp. Peering into Y/N’s eyes, her own gleaming with tears, Helaena nodded swiftly. Y/N did not move for several moments, giving the princess time to change her mind should the interaction be overwhelming, but, when Helaena did not speak, Y/N Slowly and steadily placed a hand on her knee. 

The rider of Dreamfyre inhaled a shuddering sigh, her whole body tingling as she practically vibrated on the spot. “Is this okay, Helaena?” Y/N questioned, peering at the younger woman to gauge their emotions. 

Nodding rapidly, Helaena stuttered, “Wonderful.” Quickly, as to not lose confidence, Helaena placed her hand atop of Y/N’s. Now Y/N stilled, their mind blank as they attempted to consider the implications of her movement. Y/N had waited years to hold Helaena’s hand, desperate to do so, but understood that Helaena preferred emotional affection to that of physical. Thus, Y/N smiled at the princess and softly stroked their thumb across Helaena’s pale hand.

“Do you want your gift?” Y/N dreaded releasing Helaena’s hand, but she knew that the gift would be well appreciated. 

Helaena bristled and nodded hurriedly, yet a rosy blush overtook her cheeks at her own enthusiasm.

Y/N moved to released Helaena’s hand, yet the other woman clamped down onto it. Eying the princess, Y/N chuckled as Helaena held out her unoccupied hand with confidence. Placing the wooden cage in her hand, Y/N watched with bated breath as Helaena carefully opened the box, sliding the mechanism to the side. 

Helaena dropped Y/N’s hand in shock, her hands covering her dropped jaw as she stared into the box. Tenderly reaching one hand into the cage, Helaena pulled out a carnation coloured insect, its four legs slowly twitching around her hand, making no move to flee, as if it recognised the princess as a friend. 

“It’s an Orchid Mantis,” Y/N explained, watching as the pale pink insect crawled about her friend’s palms. “I once heard you muttering about wanting one, but the Queen wasn’t prepared to send an envoy to Highgarden to claim one,” Y/N shrugged. “So, I brought one back for you.” 

Helaena did not speak a word, her eyes following the beautiful insect as it moved across her hands, leaving the feeling of kisses. Her mind was a whirlwind. Becoming concerned by the silence, Y/N spoke up, “It reminded me of a dress you once more when we were children.” Helaena still provided no reaction. “Helaena?” Y/N muttered, chewing on their lip. “I want you, you to have this,” Helaena stutters, her trembling hands holding the delicate insect out to Y/N.

Y/N’s eyes widened, gently shaking their head. “Helaena, you have been wanting this specimen for years, I couldn’t possibly. It was a gift,” Y/N clarified, their hands pushing Helaena’s outstretched one's back towards her, a soft smile on their face causing Helaena to chirp. 

“Then, I must give you a gift,” Helaena declared, placing the Orchid Mantis back in the box. 

Shaking their head, Y/N tried to soothe Helaena. “It does not have to be an exchange, Princess. I am giving you this because I care about you, deeply,” Y/N announced, their heart jumping as they spoke the words aloud. 

Meeting Y/N’s eyes, Helaena steeled her courage. “As I care about you,” She confirmed, her fluttering hands encompassing Y/N’s. “Thus, I must gift you something.”

“Helaena…” Before Y/N could continue, Helaena hurriedly reached across the gap between them and planted her lips on Y/N’s. Her lips were soft, like Y/N always assumed they were. Helaena grew in ferocity as Y/N moved their lips against hers. It was not a perfect movement by any means, too much teeth and out-of-sync, yet it was absolutely magical to them. Y/N’s hands entwined with Helaena’s hair as the princess grasped Y/N’s warm cheeks as they poured years of repressed longing into their first kiss. 

Pulling away with a deep breath, Y/N gazed into Helaena’s eyes. “I’ve waited years to do that,” they mumbled, resting their forehead against hers. 

“Well, I hope you do not wait years to do it again,” Helaena stammered, her hands tightening on Y/N’s face. 

Y/N shook their head, laughing to themselves, “I will do it every day for the rest of my life,” and their lips were joined once again.

sksksksk this makes me wet sorry not sorry

I have an unequivocally love for Aaron Burr in Hamilton. My baby deserved better. Fight me.

Leslie Odom Jr. as Aaron Burr in Hamilton: An American Musical

“Now I’m the villain in your history.”

fanfic: you walk in to see him cheating on you, crying your eyes out he finally notices and jumps up “Y.N! it isn’t what it looks like!” you cry more as the blonde skanky skanky bitch smirks at you “it’s exactly what it looks it looks like” you run out of the house and jump into your car, hightailing it out of there, you never got to tell him you’re pregnant with twins, his twins, and now you’ll never get to tell him, you won’t allow him to be in their lives, a couple days later he shows up at your house and before you can slam the door he walks into the house “get out” you angrily cry “Y.N! listen to me it wasn’t me, i was being possessed by a demon and had no control over anything i love you” smiling “aww” you squeal you jump into his arms kissing him “i have to tell you something” you look him into the eyes as he speaks “i only have two days to live” you sob falling onto the floor-

me: God damn

Honestly this character is my weakness

tommy conlon riordan:     walk in, ko, walk out.     ( warrior, 2011 )