heavenly taste

Last dinner before I move out to go to college 🚕  🚕  I think I’m still in a stage of denial 😂  If any of you are at uni and have any advice please message me! I had some nourishing buddha bowls tonight because I’m trying to use up all of my food before I leave-brown rice, lentils, quinoa, baked crispy eggplant with maple syrup drizzle (you need to try this-finely slice your eggplant and bake it until crispy and golden and drizzle that sugar onnnnn) I also baked some sweet potato, sweet corn and portobello mushrooms with garlic and oml the mushrooms they burst with liquid when you bake them and they taste heavenly) bok choy, sprouts, tomato, radish, beetroot (I feel like this list is going on forever) baked vegetable patties I made with chickpeas, indian spices, quinoa, spinach, pumpkin and a tbsp of wholemeal flour aaaand some bread w hummus because nothing can beat a good piece of fresh market bread with that heavenly chickpea concoction 😍😏😋   Probably exceeded my daily protein requirements with just this meal alone ahaha 😎 

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Was so impatient to try some of my not-fully-grown produce today and it tasted heavenly 🌿

Fairytales: Mikey and Rapunzel

Pairing: Michael Clifford and (Y/N) – although technically Rapunzel

Rating: smut

Word Count: 3.2k +

Okay guys, so it’s been ages since I’ve uploaded anything! Sorry about that.

Hopefully this isn’t too disappointing. Let me know what you think!


I stood over a large pot of stew, one hand stirring the steaming hot liquid and the other holding an aged recipe book. My left leg was awkwardly held a few inches in the air, my long blond hair resting on the crevice between my foot and shin. I tapped my foot against the side of the cupboards, the hair shifting slightly, as I counted the number of counterclockwise stirs the recipe called for.

An amazing smell filled my entire tower, not that there was much to fill, but regardless it smelt heavenly. I hadn’t tasted this dish since I was a little girl, but even so the smell rushed back memories of my childhood. It took me back to a time when I didn’t even know there was a world beyond this prison.

Once I became old enough to take care of myself, my mother had been less present in my life. She’d no longer sleep in the tower or be beside me when I woke, but she visited me for several hours during supper time. During this time was when I really became curious. I was allowed to look out our one window as much as I pleased and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to feel my toes on the grass or run as far as my heart desired without having to run in circles or accidently hit a wall.

I let out a disgruntled breath and the strands of hair that were slowly starting to dip across my face blew upwards. 

I had been working on the stew since dawn. The recipe instructed it to be simmered for 12 hours and if I wanted to convince my mother that I was responsible enough to leave the tower then it had to be perfect.

“Four teaspoons of powdered cayenne pepper,” I squinted at the faded words, trying make out my grandmother’s sloppy handwriting. I brushed my fingers across the page, unknowingly letting the large metal spoon slip into the bubbling pot, and pulled the book close to my face. “Right.”

I nodded to myself, pleased with how well everything had gone so far. I reached over to continue stirring but my hand grasped nothing but air. I knitted my eyebrows and pulled my gaze from the dusty book to my stew.

“Oh no,” I gasped as my focus turned to my drowning spoon. The recipe book fell from my hand and clamored loudly against the wooden floor as I reached up on my toes to peer inside the pot. A tiny sliver of silver peeked out from the bubbling stew and I held my breath as I slowly slid my hand inside.

My fingers burned as they dipped into the liquid. I hurriedly flipped it from the pot and it clanked noisily beside the recipe book. I clutched my burning hand and hopped awkwardly around the room, not even caring if I stepped on my long hair, until the pain slolwy subsided.

I let out a measured breath, ran a rough hand through my thick hair and let my eyes settle to the mess on the ground. I dropped to my knees and began to wipe up the stew I had slopped around. I grumbled angrily to myself as I moved slowly across the floor, being careful not to leave any traces of spilt food as that would be the exact opposite of what I wanted to achieve. 

My mother expected everything to be spotless.

I held the recipe book by the upper corner, letting it dangle from my finger tips. It was slathered in the red sauce, further blurring the ingredient list. “Shoot, shoot, shoot,” I mumbled as I tried to read the words.

I grabbed the tablespoon from the counter and added 4 heaping scoops of cayenne because I knew my mother prefered her stew to be a bit spicy. I didn’t bother washing the spoon as I began stirring once more. 

Once the sun began to set that’s when I heard my mother’s sing song voice wander up through the open window of my tower. The stew was done, the freshly made bread was nearly finished, and the entire room was scrubbed down from ceiling to floor.

I vaguely heard the oven timer ring and I made a mental note to get it immediatly after I helped my mother into the tower.

“(Y/N), let down your hair, darling,” I hurried over to the window, my mother looked like an ant standing at the bottom as I swung my hair over the ledge.
“Hello, mother,” I beamed cheerfully once she finally climbed through the window. “I hope you’ve had a lovely day.”


“It’s been rather pleasant,” she smiled softly, her hands lightly cupping the sides of my face. She leaned down to plant a kiss on my forehead, her lips still upturned into a gentle smile. “Happy birthday, (Y/N).”

Suddenly she turned, her gaze settling on the kitchen stove. “Is that my mother’s famous beef stew recipe?”

“Yes, I thought it would be a nice birthday dinner,” suck up dinner.

“Oh, but it’s your birthday you didn’t have to do—is something burning?” Her pleasant expression was turned into one of disgust as she scrunched her face in disgust.

The bread. “Oh no, oh no,” my brain was in a frazzle as I sprinted over to the oven, nearly tripping over my hair on the way there. “Please don’t be burnt, please don’t be burnt.”

I flung open the oven door, a small amount of smoke emerging from the inside as my bare hands immeditaly clutched the rack to pull the loaf of bread out. 

“Damn it,” I cursed as a shooting pain spread from the tips of my fingers all of the way to the ends of my toes. I anxiously rubbed my hands together, trying to dull the pain.

I grabbed a few pot holders from the counter and waved the smoke away from my face before pulling the loaf pan from the oven. I shoved the door shut with my leg and set the pan down loudly next to the stew. 

I started picking at the darkened top of my bread, wondering how it could have burned so quickly. “The timer just went off when you arrived. How’d it burn so quickly?” I whined as I continued to brush off the burnt pieces.

“How long did you put it in for?” My mother leaned over my shoulder and scrunched up her nose at the pungent smell of burning yeast. 

“2 hours, just like it said.”

“No, no,” she let out a small giggle before pushing me aside and flipping the pan upside down to remove the bread. She shook it a few times, but the bread refused to free itself from the pan. “The total prep time is 2 hours, it’s only supposed to bake for 45 minutes." 

She slid a knife along the edges, before the bread finally came out in a crumbled mess on the serving platter. "Oh gosh,” I buried my face in my hands and began to shake my head. “I tried to make everything perfect and—”

“Don’t worry,” My mom assured me as she picked up a piece of semi-blackened bread. “I’m sure it’ll taste just fine in the stew.” She dunked the bread into the stew and stirred it a bit, making sure that the piece was saturated with as much liquid as possible.

I peaked at her between my fingers, waiting for the moment of truth. I had worked so hard on the stew all day and if that was a disaster I didn’t know what I would do.

Her eyes opened wide with shock as she popped the stew soaked bread into her mouth. She immediately spit it out, her mouth staying opening and her breathing turned into panting. “Water,” she managed to say just as I hurried over to the sink to fill a glass up with tap.

“Here, here.” She eagerly took the drink from my hands and preceded to chug the entire glass. “What’s wrong? Is the bread really that bad? We don’t have to eat it.”

“Have you tasted the soup?” She asked in between deep breaths. She was slumped over, looking close to hyperventilation and I could feel myself getting panicked.

I shook my head vehemently, my eyes never once leaving my mom. “I was going to wait until we could sit down and eat it together.”

“How much pepper did you put in it?” The color drained from my face as I realized it wasn’t just the bread that was ruined, but the entire meal.

“I—” I tried thinking back, but couldn’t recall how much I had put in. I had been up since nearlly 5 this morning and I was so tired that everything seemed like one big blur. “I can’t remember.”

I turned away from my mother, I felt too shameful to even stand in front of her. At that point, I was convinced that I was never going to get out of the tower, that I was going to have to spend the rest of my life never knowing what the outside world was like.

I hurried to the edge of the room where a set of open steps spiraled up the edge of the stone wall. I just wanted to get into bed and never leave it. My room was situated on a loft type structure that consisted of no privacy. A stone slab jutted out from the wall, but no walls incased my tiny space. The only thing that I had up there was my bed and a dresser. 

“Where are you going?” My mom watched me as I stomped up the stairs, a big pile of my hair held in my hands so that I could move more quickly.
I slumped down onto my bed, letting my hair spread out around me as I covered myself fully with the blankets and placed a pillow over my head. I just wanted to block this tower out, but no matter what I did it still felt like it was closing in around me.

“What’s wrong?” I felt my mother’s hand rub gentle circles into my back as she lefted my head into her lap. “I love that you tried. It means a lot to me, even though it is your birthday after all. I brought your favorite blueberry muffins from that little bakery in town.”

I perked my head up to see my mom lift a basket up from the side of the bed. “I thought maybe you would like one for your birthday.”

My mouth watered just at the thought of the deliciously baked sweet bread. When she pulled one from the basket the raw sugar on the top shined slightly and the overwhelming smell of blueberries washed over me.

I sat up in bed, shoving as much of my hair as I could behind me and grabbed the muffin that was perched in her hand. “Thank you, thank you,” I barely got out before taking a huge bite. 

I sighed in contentment. Everything about it was perfect.

“I’m going to clean up the mess tonight,” she handed me her unfinished muffin and slowly stood up. I was more than surprised that she was willing to clean up my mess. Normally she wouldn’t even say anything, it was just expected of me to clean everything. 

“Mom,” I stopped her before I could even think of talking myself out of what I was about to do. “Since I’m 18 now, I was thinking that maybe we could go visit that little bakery together. I’ve always wanted to—”

“Absolutely not,” her face went from kind to stoic in .2 seconds. “You know you aren’t allowed to leave this tower.”

“But momma, I’m 18 now.” I gathered my hair into my arms and hurried to follow her down the stairs. “We don’t even have to stay long, just long enough for me to eat and then we can come right back home.”

“Stop with this talk right now. I have told you before and I am getting sick of saying it.” She grabbed her coat from the rack and slipped it on over her shoulders. With a rubberband she tied her unruly dark brown curls into a bun and pulled her hat clear over her ears.

“Mom, please don’t leave. I’m sorry I just want—”

“Want, want, want,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “You’re such an ungrateful child, always wanting and never giving. Maybe you should think about me for once.”

“I’m always thinking about you momma. I don’t want to leave for forever, I just want to visit the town, even if it is only one time.” I pleaded with her as she continued to dress. “I will never ask again if you let me out just this once.”

“You are never leaving (Y/N).” She stood at the window and I dragged my feet as I went to stand beside her. “The world out there is not nice, especially to pretty young girls like yourself. It’ll corrupt you and you’ll never be the same.”

“I won’t. I promise that everything will go back to normal.” I felt more defeated than I sounded. I knew that I had already lost the battle.

I don’t know why I was expecting her mind to change just because it was my birthday.

“Let down your hair.” Was all she said, not even bothering to make eye contact with me.

I threw my hair out the window and slumped down against the wall as she descended the tower.

I looked around at my messy house. It was the only place I had ever known, will ever know. It couldn’t be more than 500 square feet. The kitchen was situated on the left and beside that was the table that I usually ate at. Next came the stairs that lead to my loft bedroom. Beside that was a sitting place with several bookcases filled with my approved reading.

After my mom was gone, I cleaned the tower until it shined. There was nothing better to do and there never would be.


~


A loud crash sent me flying up in my bed. My eyes squinted to try and focus in the near pitch black room, but the only light was shining in through the window by the bright moon. I pulled my hair in close around my body, as if it was going to protect me.

A young man was sprawled out in front of the window, his brightly colored purple hair shown visibally in the moon light. My heart was beating through my chest and not only because someone had broken into my tower.

It was a boy.

I had read about them and when I was younger my mom told me a little bit about my dad, but aside from that I didn’t know much.

I could hear him groaning as he slowly peeled himself away from the floor. I hooked my hair around the end of my bed frame and slowly lowered myself over the ledge and onto the ground.

“Fuck,” he murmured, rubbing the back of his head roughly.

I carefully moved along the shadows, being careful to make sure my hair shifted as little as possible. Once I reached the kitchen I pulled my frying pan off the counter and gripped it tightly into my hands. I didn’t know if I had it in me to actually hit the boy, but I tried to convince myself that I could.

He turned his back to me and began walking towards my small sofa. I quickly flipped the switch and suddenly the entire tower was illuminated, but the scene flickered under the kerosene lighting.

“Who are you and what are you doing in my house?” I screamed much louder than necessary as I squeezed my eyes shut and pulled the frying pan back into a hitting position.

The boy swiveled around to look at me, and the sight before me made me drop the pan to the floor. I didn’t flinch as it banged loudly against the floor but my eyes remained locked onto a pair of dark green eyes.

I had no idea what to expect, but it wasn’t the boy that was standing in front of me.

“Oh,” He looked just as startled as me and I couldn’t help but hope it was in the same way that I was. “I didn’t know that this was someone’s house. I didn’t mean any harm, I’ll just—” he turned to start leaving but suddenly I felt more panicked.

I didn’t want him to leave unless he was going to take me with him. I didn’t know him, but if he could lower me to the ground then I wanted his help. For a split second my mind racked through all of the ways he could murder me, but I was too blinded by the thought of leaving to give it much thought.

“Wait,” I ran towards the tall boy and grabbed hold of his wrist. “Are you okay? You looked like you were in a bit of a rush.”

“I’m fine.”

My eyes pleaded with him to stay. Body langage was the only thing that got me privalages, no matter how small, with my mom. I could talk in circles all day and get no where, but the moment I turned my pleading eyes to her she’d at least agree to buy me baked goods from town.

“Are you—” his eyes widened as his gaze followed my hair down my back and around the room. “Is that all your hair?”

“What?” I frowned as I bunched a bit of my hair in my arms. “Of course it’s all mine.”

“How did you—” he started, but didn’t finish before continuing, “Have you ever—” Again his thought changed direction, “What do—holy fuck.”

“Is something wrong?” I suddenly felt extremely self conscious in a way that I never had before. Up in the tower I never had to worry about what anyone else thought of me and the strange emotion hit hard and all in a rush.

And I didn’t like it.

“It’s just—long. Really, really, long.” His eyes were still tracing the length of my hair and I pulled more of it close to me to try and hide myself. He winced suddenly and pushed his bangs from his face, leaving a large streak of blood smeared across his forehead.

“Oh my gosh,” I gasped, allowing my hair to fall to my feet as my hands flew up to my mouth.

“What?” he frowned and went to touch his hair again, but I stopped him with a loud string of ‘nonononono’.

“Go wash your hands,” I directed him by pointing him towards the sink. “When you’re done go lay down on the sofa.”

He followed half of my instructions, agreeing to wash the blood from his hands but refusing to let me take care of his wound. “I’ll be fine. I can get it fixed when I get home.”

“Well until then I’m not going to let you bleed all over my tower. So, hurry up and do as I say.”

“You’re being a bit bossy for a little girl, don’t you think?” he asked with cocked eyebrows. He shook the excess water from his hands, and I was pleasantly surprised to see him saunter over to the sofa.

I was on my tip toes pulling cleaning astringent and a bandage from the counter when I heard the boy settle onto the couch. I turned around to see him awkwardly hanging off the edge. He was much taller than me and didn’t fit how I anticipated.

“Just go lay down on my bed. You’re a lot taller than I thought.”

He hesitated for a moment, but didn’t argue any further as he followed me up the steps. Once I reached my bed I made sure that I pushed all of my hair off the side of the loft. I didn’t understand why my hair freaked him out.

“I’m (Y/N),” I said as I sat down beside him. I pushed the hair from his face and opened the bottle of peroxide.

“Michael.” He flinched slightly as i pressed the cotton pad soaked with clear liquid onto his wound and wiped the dirt from his face.

“So Michael, are you going to tell me what you were running from?” I continued to work on the cut as his face puckered into a sour expression.

“What makes you think I was on the run?”

“I don’t think you would have scaled my tower if you weren’t running from something.” Which was true. I had only ever seen a few people walk passed my window and none of them ever took notice of me or seemed to take interest in the tower.

He let out a loud sigh, “Not something but someone.”

“Are you in trouble?” I slowly felt panic begin to spread over my entire body. 

“No one is chasing you here, are they? My mother would be furious if she found out that you were here. If there were more people—Who knows what she’d do.”

I numbly began to apply a small amount of ointment onto the cut before spreading a bandage over the top.

“What do you mean, 'who knows what she’ll do’?” He sat up a bit too quickly, his head almost knocking mine. For a moment I was frozen, his breath hot against my face, putting me in a trance that I wasn’t sure I wanted to get out of.

“I just—” I swallowed, trying to regain my thoughts. “She’s very protective of me and I would be in a lot of trouble.”

“I can’t come back and see you?”

My heart stopped, my mind was racing. He wanted to see me again? I couldn’t wrap my head around the thought.

“So, I can properly repay you for taking care of me,” He clarifyed and I immediately felt my face flush a deeper red than it already was.

“Oh, right.” I nodded quickly, pulling my face away from his and sitting back on the bed. My fingers laid awkwardly in my lap as I picked at my fingernails. I was dumb to think that a boy could ever like me, especially one as beautiful as him.

“Are you okay?” He frowned, his eyebrows kntting together.

I felt my face heat up again and I awkwardly turned away from his gaze, hoping he wouldn’t noticed how ashamed of myself I was.

“For a moment I thought you wanted to come back to, you know, visit me or something,” I mumbled as my gaze settled on my lap. I fiddled with my fingers, my hands keeping my eyes preoccupied while my long hair covered my blush. 

“But, it was a silly thought. I don’t even know why—”

The tips of Michael’s fingers tilted my chin up and before I even had a chance to process what was happening, his lips were pressed to mine.

A warm heat spread over my body, but my toes and fingers felt freezing, like the blood had left those places entirely. I wasn’t sure what to do, the only thing I knew about kissing was that it woke up Snow White.

What good would that do me? My life wasn’t a fairytale.

His hand trailed up my side and rested on the back of my neck, my hair nearly stood on end at his touch. I stumbled forward as he pushed me towards him. I didn’t have anywhere to go besides him, and I wasn’t sure what to do.

I was afraid that I was shaking as his teeth grazed against my bottom lip. I shuttered as he bit me, he must have been able to sense my uneasiness as he slowly pulled away. His forehead was against mine and his eyes were only slightly opened.

“Is this okay?”

I didn’t know what to say, but I knew I didn’t want him to stop.I shook my head yes, not trusting myself enough to speak.

My consent visibly sent a spark through him as he gently pushed me down against the bed. He crawled on top of me, his hands on either side of me. His messy hair was hanging low into his face and his breath was coming faster.

My heart was racing faster than my mind as he slowly reached leaned in towards me. I couldn’t focus on anything but his lips, they were darkly pigmented and parted slightly.

The lanterns that lit up the tower flickered dangerously for a moment before going out, leaving us both in the dark. I felt his body go rigid above mine, nervous. 

“That’s just happens when the lamps run out of—” before I could finish, the weight of Michael’s body was suffocating me, not because he was heavy, but because I suddenly couldn’t find my breath. He was all around me, every part of me was touching him.

He kissed me again, but this time more eager than before. His lips moved skilfully against mine as I awkwardly tried to find time to breathe. His hands found my thighs, his fingernails dug into the soft flesh. They raked up my legs, pushing the length of my dress up  until he rested his hands on my hips. I could feel the pressure, heavy as lead against my bone, but the harder he pushed the better it felt.

The moon was shining in the window, illuminating what part of his beautifully pale face wasn’t covered by his hair. In the light I could see his lips tremor as he slowly laid kisses on the corner of my mouth, then down to my chin and finally on my neck.

The sensation I felt when he sucked gently on my neck was magnified by 100 compared to when he kissed my lips. It’s like all the breath had left my lungs and the only thing I could do was lay there with my mouth hung open.

Suddenly I felt his teeth, both my hands gripped his upper arms as a jolt of electricity ran through my body. A tiny moan developed in my throat, something he never would have felt if he wasn’t so close.

I couldn’t describe what I was feeling with words, I had never felt something so strong or commanding. I only knew that I wanted more. I didn’t know how to get closer to him, how I could get us farther than we already were until I arched my back slightly, my chest leaning into Michael’s as I untied the back of my dress.

At first, he didn’t realise what I was doing, but as I began to shimmy the dress off he pulled away from me and sat back on his hands. “What are you doing?”
He finally looked as nervous as I felt.

I slowly crawled over to him, my hands tugged at the hem of his shirt slightly before pulling it off entirely. I couldn’t find the courage to look up into his eyes, so I kept my stare on his newly exposed chest—not that, that was a hard thing to do. I threw his shirt over my shoulder, not caring at all where it landed.

My hands were shaking as I yanked at the button on his pants. His hands hovered over mine, before slowly, almost cautiously, unbuttoning them for me. I let out a ragged breath, trying to control every urge in me that wanted to scream.

“(Y/N), are you sure you want to do this?” he asked once his jeans were off.
In that moment, I was very sure. I couldn’t have been more sure about anything.

“I just want to feel you against me.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, smiling gently as I saw a surprised expression cross his face. 

I pulled him all the way down on top of me, even though we had only spent a few short minutes detached I had missed the heat of his body on mine—It was intoxicating.

Both of his hands were in my hair, tugging slightly before one of them slid down my neck, then over my breast and down my stomach. I shivered under his touch, it felt so new but so familiar at the same time.

I felt his fingers play at the band on my underwear and for a moment I thought he was just going to move on down to my thigh but instead I felt him dip his hand further inside. I had completely frozen beneath him, but he didn’t seem to notice.

I was excited and afraid all at the same time for what was going to come next. His fingers ran up and down my slit easily, my body was craving him more than I realized. His thumb rubbed circles into the top, sending a dark shiver down my spine. I had never felt anything like it in my life, I didn’t even know anything on my body could make me feel that way.

Michael groans into my ear as if finger slides into my body. My body reflexively arches away from him, but he moves along with me. My body soaks his hand, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he works faster.

His touch becomes addictive, I want more. My skin feels like it’s on fire, but I need more of his heat. I use my foot to try and pull his boxers off, he falters for a moment before helping me take them off.

“What’s happening?” Michael whispers, his voice heavy and thick.

“I don’t know. I’ve never done this before. You tell me.” I pull on his hair so his face is close to mine.

“You’ve never—,” he started before burying his face in my neck. The coarse hairs on his chin scratched against my skin and I wiggled beneath him. I felt his dick rub against me as I moved, and Michael’s body twitched in response.

I continued to grind into him, enjoying the response I was getting.

“Please,” I breathed heavily into his ear. I didn’t want to beg, but I was beginning to throb because I was so turned on.

Michael let out a deep groan before placing his hands on either side of my and pushing himself up slightly. I felt my bare stomach get wet as he rubbed his dick down me. I felt him position himself at my entrance. I grabbed fistfuls of the duvet I was laying on, trying to prepare myself

I held my breath as he pushed inside of me. 

Michael’s mouth was immediately on mine, his voice catching in my own throat. His lips trembled as he moved against against me.

Each thrust was deep but slow. My body was tight, but it felt good as he stretched me out. I dragged my nails along his pale back, urging him to go faster.

Michael gripped my hair and shoved himself deeper inside of me. The force caused my mouth to open wide, but no sound came out as he continued fucking me. I don’t know when he moved his hand away from my hair, but I suddenly felt his thumb rubbing clumsy circles into me.

I tilted my hips upwards as a low scream ripped through my body. For a second everything seemed to stop. I couldn’t see Michael, I couldn’t hear anything, all I could do was feel. My heart beat dangerously hard against my chest and a rush of electricity shot through my nerves.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mumbled as Michael continued to stimulate my sensitive body.

Without warning he pulled out of me, but I was too tired to pay attention to what he was doing.

Every part of me was humming, like my insides were just injected with adrenaline. My ears were ringing and the tips of my toes were buzzing. I had never felt so alive, yet so worn out.

The sheets rustled as Michael wrapped his arm around me. I instinctively curled into his side and closed my eyes. Sleep felt like only seconds away, my thoughts slowly fading.

“I—” he started, but I placed my hand over his mouth to make him stop.

“Shh,” I yawned. “I’m sleepy.”
~
The sun peeked through the window, waking me from an unusually deep sleep. I squeezed my eyes shut and stretched my arms up high as I sat up. I yawned heavily as I continued to stretch.

Geez, I haven’t slept that well in ages.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and pushed the heavy duvet off my legs.

“Stop it,” I heard a voice grumble and my eyes shot open wide.

“Oh my God, Oh my God,” I quickly scurried to my feet and pulled a shirt over my head and a pair of cotton shorts on. “No, no, no.”

I bit the back of my hand and let out a small scream.

“Michael,” I whispered, even though no one was around to hear us. “Michael,” I said again, this time a little louder.

Still he didn’t respond.

I grabbed the pillow that I had been sleeping on and threw it at his head.

“What is it now?” he groaned as my eyes flickered over to the clock. 

“You have to leave!” I didn’t mean to yell, but I was starting to feel frantic. “My mom will be here any second.”

“What?” Michael shot straight up.

“Put your pants on,” I covered my eyes as I threw him his boxers and jeans. “Oh my God,” I mumbled again as I used my hair to reach the main floor, just like I had the night before. “Please, hurry.”

“Look, I didn’t mean for that to happen last night. I didn’t come up here looking for—” He goes silent when he stands in front of me. “It’s just the king’s guards are a bit hard to outrun and I was panicked when I saw your tower. It was the only way I could escape them.”

“The king’s guards? What are you? Some kind of criminal? Did I just have sex with a criminal?” My voice goes shrill as I push him towards the window. “You need to leave. Now.”

“No, no. I’m not a criminal,” he begins to explain, but I ignored him as I threw my hair over the ledge. “The king is my father and I was meant to be married yesterday,  but I never showed up.”

“You have a fiancé?” I groaned. “This just keeps getting better and better.”

“No, well yes, but if I don’t want to marry her. Just please, let me help you. I can get you out of here.” He pleaded with me.

I nervously chewed on my lip and let out a shaky breath. He was offering me everything I had ever wanted and as he stared at me with his deep green eyes I felt my uneasiness subside. 

I don’t know why, but I trusted him.

“You would do that for me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded and leaned in to place a gentle kiss on the corner of my mouth. “I’ll be back for you. I promise.”

And just like that he was gone.

~Lore

A/N 

Wow, yeah. It’s been ages.

Don’t judge me too harshly on this haha I literally haven’t wrote anything like this in MONTHS. So it’ll take me a bit to get back in the swing of things!

I hope you liked it and didn’t think the ending was TOO cheesy. ;)

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33, 46, 65, 72, 115 and they better all be about me

33. Blog Rate? I rate u 11/10 James hahah

46. Describe your crush.

Oh man…where do I start?

It’s tastes heavenly. It’s so sweet…and not to mention makes me feel fuzzy. It’s also orange too.

65. Name Three of Your Favorite Blogs

Ok you win @squarepeglife but I have so many I’d share so I can’t say just three tbh

72. Post a selfie or two?

I posted so many today and probably annoyed everyone with my face so.

115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now:

I’ll be accepting applications here.

“Not About Angels” by Birdy - Castiel

The wind blew your hair across your face as you made your way down the side walk. You brushed it aside frustratedly. You didn’t have time for any distractions. The warm donuts from the bag you were carrying were smelling mouth watering. You breathe the enticing smell in deep, closing your eyes. A small smile played on your face, anticipating the heavenly tasting treats that you would eat as soon as you reached work.

Suddenly, the air was knocked out of your lungs as you hit a hard surface and found yourself lying on the ground. Opening your eyes, you saw the tops of the tall green trees lining the side walk reaching up into the sky. Catching your breath, you notice someone trying to talk to you.

“I’m sorry ma’am, are you okay?” the unfamiliar voice reached your ears. Sitting up, you found yourself facing a handsome man with the most attractive blue eyes you had ever seen. It felt like the air had been knocked out of your lungs again. What looked like a sun behind his head had caused a halo like effect to his scruffy face making your heart beat faster than ever.

“Are you hurt?” he grabbed your hands and gently pulled you up to your feet. He was very tall compared to your small stature, increasing the big persona effect he had around him. “I apologize for my clumsiness” he continued in a gravelly voice. Giving you a slight smile that made your insides shiver, he stepped around you and made his way down the street. Looking back at him, you had a weird feeling of wanting to follow him. Brushing it off with a slight shrug of your shoulders, you start walking down your original route to work.

Feeling a cold breeze brush your face, you look up to see the sky as stormy as ever. The sun was nowhere in sight. You were confused, sure that the sun was out a couple of moments ago when you had stumbled into the heavenly man. You had felt warm and bright around him. The idea that he was actually an angel flitted through your head but you  quickly stomped it out, chiding yourself for dreaming of such fantasies when you were late for work.

Continuing down the street, you promised yourself that if you were to ever meet him again, you wouldn’t let him get away so easily.

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a taste of heavenly rush // Abby x Octavia
Rating: E || Chapters: 1/1 || Words: 6,047
Everyone in Camp Jaha has learned to ride a horse, everyone except for the Chancellor. Octavia is determined to remedy this, and ends up getting a little more than she bargained for.
Takes place between seasons 2 and 3.

open hand or closed fist would be fine // Clarke x Lexa
Rating: M || Chapters: 1/1 || Words: 7,471
It is harder to find her than Lexa expects, though she does find her. It is not strange for someone in Polis to not speak Trigedasleng. She does not stand out as much as she might.

Morningside // Abby x Raven
Rating: T || Chapters: 10/10 || Words: 21,885
Raven is having a lazy morning when there is an unexpected knock at her door.

Black Arrow: Somewhere in the Middle of it All // Clarke x Lexa
Rating: T || Chapters: 1/1 || Words: 6,974
All they wanted to do was enjoy a masquerade for charity, but sometimes that’s just not in the cards.
A DC Universe crossover AU with a liberal remixing of canon.

Filaments Vibrating at Varying Frequencies (The Science of You and Me) // Lexa x Raven
Rating: NA || Chapters: 1/1 || Words: 2,442
Raven and Lexa might not agree about the universe they live in, but that doesn’t stop them from understanding each other.

may we stay lost on our way home // Clarke x Lexa
Rating: T || Chapters: 1/1 || Words: 2,722 
Clarke is having a pretty terrible day and unwittingly ends up taking her frustrations out on the same stranger. Twice.

The New Old-Fashioned Way // Abby x Raven
Rating: T || Chapters: 1/1 || Words: 10,149
Raven had been the youngest zero-g mechanic on the Ark in 52 years. She’s built bombs and rockets and radios out of scraps, repaired a 130-year old space pod, and survived a bullet to the spine. She can handle getting a gift for one of the most thoughtful, caring, intelligent people she knows.

Open Up My Eager Eyes // Clarke x Raven
Rating: T || Chapters: 1/1 || Words: 2,067
Clarke definitely hates this. But not for the reasons that Raven suspects.

The Most Important Thing of All // Abby x Raven
Rating: E || Chapters: 1/1 || Words: 2,084
Raven has a minor accident, but no one bothers to include the word ‘minor’ when they tell Abby. Abby panics.

Interstate 95 // Clarke x Lexa
Rating: T || Chapters: 1/1 || Words: 4,111
Clarke, Raven, and Octavia have been planning this roadtrip for years. When Clarke invites Lexa along, it seems like a harmless enough idea, but tensions rise as soon as they hit the road. The four will have to work past their differences - and discover their similarities - to save their vacation from an early end.

earth will break us // Clarke x Raven
Rating: T || Chapters: 1/1 || Words: 4,937
A war between the Azgeda, the Arkers, and the grounders kills Lexa and leaves the surviving Skaikru broken.
OR
Raven teaches Clarke how to breathe again and Clarke helps chase Raven’s nightmares away.

I Concentrate On You // Harper x Monroe, Harper x Monroe x Maya
Rating: Explicit || Chapters: 1/1 || Words: 11,643 || Warnings: Underage
1922. Aboard the U.S.S. Mount Weather, Lorelei Tsing and her gang of thugs have kidnapped six wealthy girls from all over the country and are keeping them captive inside the ship’s cargo hold. When South Carolina heiress Nell Harper wakes up on a pile of burlap sacks, she’s alone in the dark and frightened. Three weeks later, a red-haired mobster’s daughter from Boston is thrown into the cargo hold with her, and everything changes …
Spinoff of the Kabby/Bellarke/Linctavia film noir AU “The Seventh Heiress.”

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Enjoy!

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Books + Coffee = my religion

My dad introduced me to this style of making cold coffee and it is amazing. I am addicted. I shall share it with you guys because everyone needs coffee (Or any form of caffeine really) it’s God’s gift from heaven.

You will need:
1. Coffee (duh) brewed not instant.
2. Condensed milk (no sugar, because the milk is already super sweet.. You probably knew that. But I’m just making sure you guys don’t go crazy with the milk. I don’t want you to get diabetes.)
3. Ice

Procedure:
1. Put the coffee and the condensed milk into a blender. (I didn’t put measurements because it all depends om how strong and how sweet you like your coffee).
2. Blend it until there is a satisfactory amount of bubbles.
3. Put it in a nice mug and add the ice.
4. Take a picture of it because it looks pretty
5. Enjoy the heavenly taste and the bubbly mustache.

150324 Rap Monster’s Tweet

저에게는 병이 이씁니다. 새벽에 혼자 육회를 먹는 병.. 육회 하나에 공기밥 시켜먹으면 꿀맛!! 아 왜 끊을 수 없을까요.. 6회 is my 종교.. 종교 따위 있어 난.. 나의 신은 육회기에.. - RM

I have a disease. And that disease is eating yukhoe (beef tartare) at night alone.. ordering a bowl of rice with yukhoe is a heavenly taste!! Ah why can’t I quit.. the 6th episode* is my religion.. I have a religion of my own.. because my god is yukhoe.. - RM

*yukhoe is spelled the same way as “6th episode” in Korean so it’s a play on words

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A RUSH OF BLOOD TO THE HEAD
a mix for sephiroth

i. rain am i right, or am i wrong?
ii. first blood it makes you think it’s all a dream, it cannot be true.
iii. kings of the wild frontier beneath the white there is a redskin suffering from centuries of taming!
iv. iron man nobody wants him – he just stares at the world.
v. helter skelter i’m coming down fast, but don’t let me break you!
vi. power no one man should have all that power.
vii. crazy but it wasn’t because i didn’t know enough – i just knew too much.
viii. breath of life i need one more touch, another taste of heavenly rush.
ix. a rush of blood to the head he said, “i’m gonna buy a gun and start a war.”