#I'm still not sure if this work is finished

[princeoftheeternalbog]

Helloooo, I’m not sure if you still do requests on One Piece characters or anything- but if you do I have a scenario in mind. I was wondering if you could do one specifically with Traflagar Law who has a S/O which gets injured and refuses his help. The S/O has a problem with accepting help and has trouble being vulnerable in front of others- only seeing it as weakness. This could also work for the other more colder One Piece characters…cause idk they just have a special place in my heart. (Though if you can’t that’s okay, but I thought I’d ask)

ALSO I read lots of your posts and absolutely love your scenarios and head-cannons, you literally portray all the characters so well and it’s amazing.

This is the cutest ask and thank you omg😭

I hope this is good🫶

And little trigger warning for descriptions of injury and blood at the beginning, I'll put a line so you know where to skip to if you don't want to read that bit.

I totally accidentally posted this so now I'm writing as it's up, forgive me😞 OKAY IT'S IN A FINISHED STATE I MAY ADD MORE AFTER I FORCE MY FRIEND TO READ OVER IT🕺🏻🕺🏻

I don't know if I'm happy with the length either i kinda feel it should be longer.

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The soft, shlick of a blade through flesh rings in your ears. The adrenaline rushing through your body swallows any pain in an instant, but you can feel the pressure as it drags into your side and you wince anyway.

But you can't stop.

If you stop he's going to get past, he's going to hurt the people you call a family and so you can't stop.

His frame is hulking, freakishly tall and looming over you. The level of brute force he's exerting has your heart stuttering in fear, the staccato rhythm making you feel light headed. Though that could be the blood that's dripping from your side.

You hit his sternum, hard, and feel a crack. He stumbles, dazed, your fist comes up to head height and your aim is killer as it slams into the side of the man's head.

He's out cold.

The sigh of relief that exits your body almost overshadows the sudden pain resonating throughout your torso. Without an oncoming threat, you're able to take the time to lift your shirt and look at the damage. It's mostly mottled bruising but just under your lowest left rib is a long but shallow cut. Not life threatening in any way but still inconvenient.

It hurts to breathe and you're not sure if your rib bones are fully intact either, not with the way he was hitting.

The adrenaline is fading quickly, you needed to get him inside.

He'd crumpled into a very ungraceful pile when you knocked him out and it's difficult to tie him securely. But you do. And then you take a deep breath and haul him up over your shoulders in a botched fireman's lift.

Your captain would want to find out who decided it would be a good idea to send someone after the heart pirates.

Your captain would...

The last thing you think about before you hit the deck face first is him.

-

He's silent as he works.

It's almost unnerving actually, how quiet he can be when he wants to.

"Law-"

The look he shoots you is so intense that you physically shrink back, mouth closing as you drop your gaze to the floor.

He lets out a heavy sigh as he finishes disinfecting the last of his tools before he turns to you.

"What is wrong with you."

He's angry, you can feel it radiating off him, it digs into the soft underbelly of your emotions and you bristle at his words.

"I was just doing my job" Your tone is sharp but he doesn't flinch.

"Your job does not involved getting killed you idiot."

"Well I didn't get killed so it's not that big of a deal"

He looks like he's about to blow a gasket, the vein in his forehead pulsing with the renewed blood flow.

"Not a big deal? Not a big deal?"

You have the distinct feeling that you might've fucked up a little. That still doesn't stop you from digging a deeper hole to be buried in.

"I'm fine just let me deal with my own problems"

His eye actually twitches but you keep talking.

"It's barely a scratch, I don't need help- especially not yours."

The thunderous anger on his face is now accompanied by hurt, but his voice is soft when he says,

"Let me help you"

"I just said I don't need help"

"I don't think that you know what you need"

That stings. To know he doesn't trust your judgement after everything you've been through. There's a pressure at the back of your throat now and it's so uncomfortable, you need to leave.

But as you go to move, Law is much quicker as he grabs you by your upper arm, pulling you into his space.

"Where are you going"

You don't look at him.

He sighs before his other arm comes around your waist and he lifts, walking across the room to set you down onto a table.

"Why don't you understand that I care about you"

The emotion in his voice unsettles you, makes your chest feel tight and you really don't want to deal with this.

He's gentle as he gets to work on your injuries, easily cleaning and stitching up your side before moving to bind your ribs.

"I need you to remove your shirt"

Your hands are shaking, he hasn't really seen the full extent and you're sure he's not going to respond well. It's hard to get the buttons of your shirt undone so when a second pair of hands come up, you don't push them away. But him being closer means you hear the exact moment he realises how bad it is, his inhale is sharp and he says something in a language you don't know.

"Why didn't you call for backup?"

You take a while to respond, trying to squash down any emotion in your voice,

"I didn't need it"

"Did you want it?"

The question makes you squirm with discomfort, your eyes water.

"It doesn't matter because I didn't need it"

He sighs again. That's all you seem to be making him do today.

And then his arms are coming up around you, pulling you closer to the edge of the table and closer to him. One of his hands rests on your back and the other pushes your head into the crook of his shoulder, allowing you a semblance of privacy in such an intimate moment.

"You need to understand that not letting us help you is counterintuitive to being part of a crew"

The statement makes you flinch and you try to push away from him but that fight took a lot of your strength. His grip tightens anyways.

"Do you think I find it easy to be vulnerable?"

"...No"

"Do you think I would want you to die?"

You don't respond this time, chest heaving as you tremble.

"It's not easy to see you like this. You are not a human shield."

"I know" Your voice is quiet and thick with tears but he seems to relax slightly at your agreement.

The hand on your back is moving in gentle shapes, but his grip is still firm, as if he's trying to affirm that you're here and alive.

"I can't have a crew member that doesn't trust anyone"

You tense.

"I can't have a partner that won't be vulnerable with me"

Guilt and dread roll through your stomach. Surely he doesn't mean-

"I can't trust that you won't die because you feel can't rely on others so you're benched until we work through it"

Oh. You actually feel a bit relieved, you thought he was going in a much different direction. You lean back out of his hold so you can look at his face through wet eyes.

His expression is soft but he looks tired and the guilt rears it's head again.

"I'm sorry"

Somehow his expression gets even softer,

"I know"

He kisses you then. It's grounding, brings you back to a semblance of calm and you almost wonder why you were so apprehensive in the first place. He's gentle and warm and you feel slightly self conscious that your lips might be puffy from crying but you don't pull away.

It's reverent, like he worships you.

You think you could learn to let him take care of you.

You think you would let him do anything.

If it feels like this.

#one piece x reader #x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #Trafalgar law fic #one piece fic #op fic #op x gn reader #one piece x gn reader #Trafalgar law x gn reader #law x gn reader #law x you #trafalgar law x you #one piece x you

[wondersinwaynemanor]

you think the Wayne kids would try to get Bruce's attention all at once? one look among each other, they already know the plan and they want to be competitive about it.

like for an instance:

Bruce, in his study at the Manor, answering work emails when he hears the heavy footsteps of his children and loud voices from outside the door. he holds a breath, readying himself.

Damian, his sketchpad on his hand, opens the door: Father, no matter what they say, stay completely still. I'll work on a portrait of you.

Bruce, blinks, before offering a smile: Of course, son. Let me finish this email then I will-

before Damian can close the door, Jason barges in with a few car keys on his hands, almost hitting Damian in the process.

Damian, growls: Careless Imbecile.

Jason, grins and ruffles Damian's hair: Well, it's nice to know you love me, Dami.

Damian attempts to push Jason away from the table, but to no avail. Damian tts.

Jason, approaches the table with ease, lifting the sets of car keys: Hey, old man. I was thinking of going out tonight. What car should I take?

Damian: Don't let him, Father. He's a careless, clumsy, fowl excuse of a human being.

Jason tries to pinch Damian's cheeks before the younger boy moves away.

Bruce, blinks, before studying the keys: Anything, Jaylad. You're free to drive-

then Steph enters with a bag of chips on both of her hands, 3D glasses covering her eyes.

Steph, grins widely: Heya, B! Me and Cass are planning to watch Jurassic Park in the family room. Want to join us?

Cass also enters the room, 3D glasses perched on her nose, a gentle smile on her face.

Jason: So the others aren't invited, huh?

Bruce, blinks and smiles at the two girls: Surely after dinner, okay? Let's make it a family movie night. But first, I have to finish-

Damian, approaches Bruce's side: But Father, you already agreed that I will make a portrait of you.

Damian then looks at Steph and Cass: Traitors!

Steph, just grins even more: It might be too scary for you, Dami.

Damian, whines: I've seen it a couple of times!

Dick, enters the room next, smug smile on his face: You all better be talking about my charming personality.

Jason, rolls his eyes: Actually the exact opposite. We're talking about how annoying you are, Dickface.

Dick wraps an arm on Jason's shoulder, trapping him for a side hug: Awww Little Wing, you flatter me.

Jason pushes him away.

Steph and Cass giggle at the side of the room.

Dick, walks over to where Damian is, bringing him close to him as he faces Bruce: B, I need your help with a plan for the Titans' mission. I'm kind of doubtful about it.

Bruce, blinks and nods at his eldest: Sure, chum. I'll be down at the cave-

Cass, goes near Bruce this time, holding him by the arm: No, you said we watch.

Bruce, touches Cass' hand: Yes, sweetheart. Don't worry, all of us will watch, okay?

Damian, groans: That film can wait tomorrow night.

Steph: It has to be tonight.

Jason: I have plans with Roy tomorrow night.

Dick: I think I'll be off world tomorrow.

Duke, enters the room, a bright smile on his face: Hey, everyone. Hi Bruce, want to check out these new puzzle boards I got? Seems like you need a break.

everyone replies with something.

Bruce, pinches the bridge of his nose: Will everyone please not talk at once? Better yet, will everyone give me some peace first? I need to plan the rest of my day so I can be with each of you.

Tim is the last to enter the room, wearing a suit: B, I need you to come with me to Luthor's meeting. He's planning something and I need you to help me figure it out.

the rest of the Wayne kids erupt with different conversations.

Damian: I was here first. The rest of you can just go on with your lives without Father.

Jason: B, just tell me which car I should drive and I'll be off your shoulders.

Steph: You're not going anywhere after dinner, Bruce. We're watching the movie with and without the rest.

Cass: You already agreed.

Dick: So we're just going to ignore that I need help? This is an important mission. The world can be at stake here.

Duke: Well, I'm at stake here. Plus, Bruce needs to rest.

Tim: So we're just going to let Luthor do whatever he's about to do. We're better than this.

Bruce, stands up from his chair: Okay, okay. Everyone, just give me a few minutes and I'll let you know what happens next. Please, just... Please.

everyone grumbles under their breaths and leave the room.

Dick, speaks by the time they are away from the study: Is the bet still on?

Steph: I think I'm winning cus Cass is B's favorite and I agreed with her on the movie.

Jason: It's probably baby bat.

Tim: My money's on Duke.

#so who is bruce going to hang out with first? #let the kids be #but bruce is a very tired dad #just a very normal day in the wayne household #incorrect batfam #incorrect dc #batfamily #batdad #batkids #batman #bruce wayne #damian wayne #jason todd #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #dick grayson #duke thomas #tim drake #dc comics #yel chronicles

[hd-junglebook]

My Sunshine

Part 3

Warnings : kissing, pregnancy, sex (briefly), fighting, angry Jack! also not proofread so enjoy!

a:n Idk when I'll start on part 4 since I want to finish it's always been you, but I hope you guys like this one, cause I sure did. lmk what you think guys. pretty fluffy.

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summary: The clock is ticking for how long she can keep a secret. Enjoy y/n and Jack indulging in each other in more way than one ;)

Word Count - 5538

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15:23pm

Two months later…

She lay back on the exam table, the cool gel on her exposed belly sending a shiver down her spine. Heather sat beside her, holding her hand as the ultrasound technician moved the transducer over Y/N's stomach.

"There's your baby," the technician said with a smile, pointing to the screen. "Everything looks great. The heart rate is strong, and the baby is measuring right on track."

Y/N felt tears spring to her eyes as she stared at the grainy image of her child. She squeezed Heather's hand, a wave of emotion washing over her.

"Do you want to know the sex?" the technician asked, glancing between Y/N and Heather.

Y/N hesitated, biting her lower lip. She had been torn about whether or not to find out, but in the end, she had decided to wait. "No, I don't think so. I want it to be a surprise."

Heather's eyes widened, and she turned to Y/N with an incredulous look. "What? But how will we plan the baby shower? We need to know if we should buy pink or blue!"

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "We can do a gender-neutral theme, Heather. It's not a big deal."

Heather pouted, but then her face lit up with an idea. "Okay, how about this? You don't find out, but I do. That way, I can plan the shower and keep it a secret from you."

Y/N considered the idea for a moment, then nodded. "Okay, that works. Just don't slip up and tell me, okay?"

Heather grinned, making a zipping motion over her lips. "My lips are sealed."

The technician smiled, handing Y/N a towel to wipe off the gel. "I'll just write it down and give it to your friend, then. Congratulations, by the way. You're going to be a great mom."

Y/N felt a warmth spread through her chest at the words. "Thank you. I can't wait to meet this little one."

As they walked out of the doctor's office, Heather looped her arm through Y/N's, a mischievous glint in her eye. "So, when are you going to tell Jack about the baby? He's going to be so excited!"

Y/N's steps faltered, and she looked away, avoiding Heather's gaze. "I don't know. I'm just not ready yet."

Heather stopped walking, turning to face Y/N with a serious expression. "Y/N, you can't keep this a secret from him forever. In five months, you're going to have a baby, and he deserves to know."

Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I know, I know. I just... I'm scared, Heather. What if he doesn't want this? What if he leaves me?"

Heather's expression softened, and she pulled Y/N into a hug. "Oh, honey. Jack loves you. He's not going to leave you, no matter what. And if he does, I'll kick his ass myself."

Y/N laughed, wiping away a stray tear. "Thanks, Heather. You're right. I need to tell him. I'll do it soon, I promise." Heather nodded in response, squeezing Y/N's hand.

…

18:03pm

Y/N marked another X on the calendar, her hand instinctively moving to her slightly rounded belly. At 19 weeks pregnant, her bump was still small, and she had managed to keep her pregnancy a secret from most people, including Jack.

As she settled onto the couch, Y/N groaned as another wave of cramping tightened her abdomen into knots. Curling further into herself, she pressed a hand to her aching stomach, wishing the heating pad would ease the pain faster.

The cramps had eased slightly, but a lingering discomfort gnawed at her. Her phone vibrated on the coffee table, and she reached for it with a weary groan. Jack's name flashed across the screen, and her heart skipped a beat.

"Hey Jack..." she answered, trying to keep the discomfort out of her voice.

His warm chuckle immediately soothed some of the tension in her neck. "Hey sunshine, how's my girl doing?"

"Could be worse. Is everything okay?" Y/N drawled absentmindedly, shifting the heating pad to a more comfortable position.

"Oh, I'm sorry hun, I just called to see if you wanted to go out later?" Jack's voice crackled slightly through the phone. "Just you, me...and that beautiful face of yours."

Y/N felt her cheeks warming at his flirtatious words, but grimaced as another cramping pain twisted her abdomen. "I would love to go out with you, Jack, but..." Y/N grimaced, drawing a shaky breath. "I'm not feeling too well right now. I think I might be coming down with something."

A heavy pause hung between them until Jack's warm chuckle drifted through the phone. "Well, how about I come over instead? I'll bring all your favorite snacks." His voice took on a gentle, coaxing tone. "You can pick out one of your corny movies, leave a Jack-sized space on the couch, and we'll have a cozy night in."

Closing her eyes, Y/N pictured Jack's strong arms enveloping her, his solid warmth soothing her aching body. The thought made her burrow deeper into the couch cushions with a soft whine. "You'd really come over? But I'm such a mess right now, Jack. I don't want you to have to deal with..."

She trailed off as another stabbing cramp seized her abdomen. Distantly, she heard Jack's worried murmurs through the phone.

"Y/N? Sunshine, you still with me? That's it, I'm coming over right now and you can't stop me."

Blinking back the tears stinging her eyes, Y/N huffed out a shaky laugh. "Yes, dear."

She could practically hear the grin in Jack's voice. "There's my girl. Just sit tight, okay? I'll be there with enough junk food to reunite a boyband."

Y/N smiled, warmth blooming in her chest at Jack's unwavering support. " The door'll be unlocked, so just come in when you get here. You're the best, you know that?"

"I do, but it's always nice to hear," Jack teased. "I'll see you soon, sunshine. Try to get some rest in the meantime."

Pushing herself up from the couch, Y/N made her way to the bathroom, one hand resting on her belly. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and paused, taking in the slight roundness that was just beginning to show beneath her oversized t-shirt.

"We'll tell him soon, little one," she murmured, rubbing gentle circles over her stomach. "But for now, it's just you and me."

With a soft smile, Y/N turned away from the mirror and headed back to the living room to wait for Jack.

…

19:12pm

Y/N hummed along to the music playing softly as she cleaned up the dishes from her snack earlier. The warm, soapy water soothed her aching hands as she scrubbed the bowl. She was so focused on her task that she didn't hear the front door open and close behind her, or the soft footsteps approaching the kitchen.

Suddenly, a pair of warm hands covered her eyes, startling her out of her reverie. "Guess who?" Jack's voice was a low rumble against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. The familiar scent of his cologne enveloped her, and she felt herself melting against his solid chest with a relieved sigh.

"Come on, guess!" Jack urged, his breath tickling the sensitive skin of her neck.

Y/N couldn't fight the girlish giggle that escaped her lips. She placed the bowl back in the sink and reached up to cover his hands with her own, enjoying the playful moment. "Hmm, I don't know..." she teased, pretending to ponder the question. "Could it be my grumpy landlord finally coming to fix that leaky faucet?"

Jack chuckled, the sound vibrating against her back where his chest was pressed. "You wound me, love. Here I am, armed with enough junk food to induce a coma, and you accuse me of being the landlord. I thought you'd be more excited to see me."

He slowly spun her around to face him, removing his hands from her eyes to reveal the adorable grin on his face. Her heart pounded loudly against her chest as she took in his appearance, from the tousled hair that she longed to run her fingers through to the warm, blue eyes that crinkled at the corners when he smiled.

He was wearing the soft, worn t-shirt that she loved, the one that always smelled like him, and she had to resist the urge to bury her face in his chest and inhale deeply.

"Hi," she breathed out shyly under his intense gaze.

Jack's smile softened, and he reached out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek. "Hi yourself." Jack's gaze dropped to her lips briefly before he leaned in, brushing a soft, lingering kiss against them.

Y/N's toes practically curled at the gentle caress. When he pulled back, she blinked up at him dazedly. "What was that for?"

"Just felt like it," Jack shrugged with a crooked smile. He nodded towards the two bulging grocery bags on the counter.

"So, what kind of junk food extravaganza do you have planned for us tonight?" she asked, trying to keep her tone light and playful despite the emotions swirling inside her.

Jack grinned, reaching into one of the bags and pulling out a family-sized bag of chips. "Only the best for my girl. We've got chips, cookies, candy... everything we need for a proper movie night. And of course, I brought your favorite ice cream."

Y/N's eyes widened, and she felt a sudden craving for the rich, creamy treat. "My hero!" Y/N clasped her hands dramatically over her heart. "However will I repay you?" He laughed, pulling her into a tight hug and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

His eyes danced with mirth. "Well, for starters you can clear off some space on that couch..." He waggled his eyebrows comically. "I'll need somewhere to nestle in right next to you."

Laughing, Y/N swatted at his chest lightly. After clearing space on the couch, Y/N turned to see Jack carefully arranging an assortment of snacks on the coffee table.

"You really went overboard, didn't you?" She grinned, eyeing the smorgasbord of chips, cookies, candy, and her favorite ice cream pints.

Jack looked up with an incredulous expression. "Overboard? Sweetheart, this is the bare minimum for a proper couch date with snacks." He held up a pint with a flourish. "This double fudge brownie is a spiritual experience."

"You're ridiculous," Y/N laughed, grabbing the ice cream from his hand. "But I guess that's why I lo—" She caught herself abruptly, heat flooding her cheeks.

Jack's eyes danced with amusement, but he didn't comment on her near slip. Instead, he scooped her close, brushing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Why don't you pick the movie while I make us some snack plates?"

Nodding mutely, Y/N hugged the ice cream pint to her chest as Jack's warmth enveloped her for a moment before he released her. As she searched through the horror selection, she snuck glances at him piling snacks onto two big plates.

"You know," Jack's teasing voice made her look over. "If you burn a hole through those snacks just by staring, we'll have to start all over."

Y/N stuck her tongue out at him. "Well maybe if someone didn't buy so many options, I wouldn't be starving just looking at them!"

Chuckling, Jack set the heaping plates on the coffee table and patted the couch cushion beside him. "C'mere, you brat. Let's get this movie started."

As Y/N cuddled into his side, surrounded by a cocoon of warmth and the tantalizing scent of buttery snacks, she couldn't quite believe how utterly content she felt. Jack's arm draped casually around her shoulders and she leaned her head against his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat.

Just before she hit play, she felt Jack's lips graze the top of her head tenderly. "Thanks for letting me take care of you tonight, sunshine." She smiled at him, grinning mischievously as y/n clicked play on the remote, the opening title for "The Autopsy of Jane Doe" flashing across the TV screen.

Jack's eyes went comically wide. "Wait, I thought we were watching a rom-com? This is a horror flick!"

"Psh, you'll be fine," Y/N waved a dismissive hand, suppressing a grin. "Don't be such a baby."

"A baby?!" Jack sputtered, looking affronted. "I'll have you know I happen to be exceptionally brave when it comes to scary movies."

The opening scene was already building ominous tension as the coroners examined the mysterious body. Y/N felt Jack tense beside her on the couch. Leaning in closer, she murmured in a faux-spooky voice. "You're trembling, Jack. Should I pause it?"

"Don't you dare," he shot back, puffing out his chest in an attempt at nonchalance.

Y/N had to bite back a giggle at his bravado act. Onscreen, the music swelled as something creepy happened and Jack actually jumped, his arm tightening instinctively around her shoulders.

"You're loving this, aren't you?" he grumbled, throwing her a sideways glare as she dissolved into laughter.

Between squeals of laughter, Y/N managed, "Your face...oh my god, you should see...your face!"

Growling playfully, Jack tackled her until she was pinned beneath him on the couch, squeaking in surprise. His eyes danced with mirth, their noses brushing. "You think you're sooo funny, don't you?"

Y/N was breathless with residual giggles, grinning up at his adorably disgruntled expression. "I'm hilarious, what can I say?"

Jack's gaze dropped to her lips, his own quirking up. "You're something alright..."

The movie was all but forgotten as he leaned in closer, his warm breath fanning over her tingling lips. Y/N's eyes fluttered shut in anticipation and—

A bloodcurdling scream from the TV made them both start violently. Jack instinctively shielded Y/N, his solid weight pressing her deeper into the plush cushions as they both dissolved into laughter.

"Okay, okay!" Jack relented, rolling off her with a rueful chuckle. "You win, you scared the crap out of me. Put on a nice, safe comedy next, deal?"

Giggling, Y/N cuddled into his side once more, feeling warm and content. "Deal.”

…

22:07pm

The credits rolled after the satisfying final scene of The Autopsy of Jane Doe, but Y/N could barely focus - she was too busy trying to stifle her laughter at Jack's adorably petulant expression.

True to his word, he had stubbornly refused to utter a single word since halfway through the movie when Y/N's teasing over his reactions had reached epic proportions. While she had to admit the sight of the usually charismatic and smooth-talking Jack huddled under a blanket was priceless, the silent treatment was starting to make her feel a tad guilty.

"Aw, c'mon grumpy pants," she cajoled, shuffling closer and poking his firm bicep. "Don't be mad. I was just messing with you!"

Jack remained resolutely quiet, his chiseled jaw set in a mulish line as he stared straight ahead at the TV.

Biting her lip, Y/N trailed her fingers along the sculpted line of his arm, feeling the hard muscle there. "You know...the strong, silent type is pretty hot." She batted her lashes at him coyly. "Very brooding and mysterious."

A muscle in Jack's cheek twitched ever so slightly, but he didn't react further. Undeterred, Y/N let her roaming hand travel up to the nape of his neck, nails grazing the short hairs there in the way she knew drove him wild. "But you know what's even hotter?" she breathed, lips almost brushing the shell of his ear.

Jack swallowed hard but stayed frustratingly silent.

"A guy who can play it cool..." Y/N continued in a sultry murmur, throwing one leg over Jack's lap to straddle him. She felt him tense beneath her as she leaned in closer, her lips a hair's breadth from his. "But who can't resist losing control when I do...this..."

Tangling her fingers in those ridiculously soft locks of his, Y/N slanted her mouth over Jack's in a searing, scorching kiss. For a beat, he was motionless - then with a muffled groan, his arms came up to crush her against him, one hand spanning her lower back while the other cupped her neck to angle her head for deeper access.

When they finally broke apart, twin looks of dazed arousal and swollen lips, Jack let out a breathy chuckle. "Damnit, woman...that's just not fair."

"All's fair in love and horror movies, babe," Y/N shot back cheekily, reveling in the feel of his heart thudding against her breast. She nuzzled his jaw affectionately. "So, am I forgiven yet?"

"I suppose that's one way to get me to stop giving you the silent treatment," Jack murmured wryly, his warm palm skimming up and down her back.

"Good." Y/N punctuated the word with another lingering kiss. "Because I have so many more ways to make you lose that cool, calm, collected demeanor you try so hard to maintain around me..."

The low, rumbling groan that earned from the man beneath her sent tingles of delight racing through Y/N's veins. Suddenly, the credits faded to black as the TV shut off - but neither of them cared one bit.

Y/N shivered as Jack's hands roamed boldly along her curves, his touch like a blazing trail across her heated skin. His lips found the sensitive spot just below her ear, teeth grazing teasingly.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" His gravelly murmur had desire coiling low in her belly. "All I want is to make you mine in every way possible."

She whimpered softly as his kisses trailed down the column of her throat. "Jack...I'm already yours. You know how much I like you."

He pulled back just enough to pin her with an intense, molten stare. "Say it again."

Y/N reached up to trace the chiseled line of his jaw, reveling in the rough rasp of his five o'clock shadow. "I'm yours, Jack. All yours."

A primal sound rumbled from deep within his chest as he surged forward to slant his mouth over hers again. This kiss was all-consuming fierceness, stealing her breath and setting her nerve endings alight.

When he finally tore his lips away, Jack pressed his forehead to hers, his warm breath fanning over her tingling mouth. "You have no idea what those words do to me, baby."

"Show me," Y/N challenged breathlessly, tugging him back down for another scorching kiss.

Jack groaned into her mouth as her nails raked through his hair. "You're playing with fire, sun." His hands drifted under the hem of her shirt, calloused palms blazing a path along her sides. "Are you sure that's what you want?"

Hooking one leg around his hips, Y/N rocked teasingly against the undeniable evidence of his arousal, earning a guttural curse from Jack's lips. "What do you think?" she whispered.

That seemed to snap the tenuous restraint Jack had been clinging to. With a low, feral growl, he grasped her thighs and surged to his feet in one fluid motion, carrying her towards the bedroom as she squealed with surprise and delight.

"Jack! What are you--mmph..."

His mouth slanted over hers again, effectively swallowing the rest of her words in a heated kiss that had her toes curling. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with naked want. "I'll show you exactly what I want, gorgeous. And this time..." He emphasized the words with a firm roll of his hips, drawing a strangled whimper from Y/N's lips. "You're not going to be doing any teasing."

Y/N's heart raced as Jack's heated kisses trailed along her jawline. She wanted this - god, did she want him - but a fluttering tendril of nervousness unfurled in her belly. This was new territory for them.

When he suddenly grasped her thighs and stood, carrying her towards the bedroom, she squeaked in surprise. "Jack! What are you--"

His searing kiss swallowed the rest of her words as he walked them down the hallway. Breaking apart, Y/N managed to breathe out, "Third door on the left..."

Jack's brow furrowed slightly at the waver in her tone, but he followed her directions until they tumbled onto her bed in a heated tangle of limbs.

Pinning her with those scorching blue eyes, he cupped her cheek tenderly. "You okay, sunshine? We can slow down if you need to."

Y/N's breath hitched at the concern in his voice, the nervousness in her gut blossoming into a warm glow. Leaning up to brush her lips against his, she murmured, "I'm okay, I promise. Just...it's been awhile for me and you mean so much to me, Jack. I don't want to mess this up."

The rough pad of his thumb stroked her flushed cheek as he gazed down at her with undisguised adoration. "You could never mess this up, baby. We'll go as slow as you need, okay?" He punctuated the words with another lingering kiss.

Some of the nervous tension in Y/N's body eased at his reassuring words. Winding her arms around his neck, she deepened the kiss until they were both breathless and aching.

When they finally parted, Jack rested his forehead against hers. "You're not scared, are you?"

"No," she answered honestly, feeling more sure now. She brushed her fingers through his tousled hair. "I want this. I want you, Jack...so badly. Please..."

The low groan he let out at her ardent whispers had heat licking through her veins. "You're going to be the death of me, woman," he rasped, settling his weight more firmly against her.

Then with a crooked grin, he asked in a tone laced with sin, "Now...where were we?"

Hooking one leg around his hips, Y/N pulled him closer until they were flush against each other, relishing in his full body shudder. She nipped at his kiss-swollen lower lip teasingly. "I believe you were showing me what you wanted..."

…

9:12am

As the first rays of dawn peeked through the curtains, Y/N stirred from her slumber to the gentle touch of Jack's lips upon her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile gracing her face as she murmured before she'd even opened her eyes. "Good morning, Jack."

He leaned over her, his warm breath caressing her skin as he whispered, “Good morning, sleepy.” Jack grinned at her, all tousled bedhead and sparkling eyes. Shifting closer, he rested his head on her chest, letting his palm skim over her stomach in a tender caress.

Y/N stilled, nerves fluttering in her belly. She knew the small swell there wasn't noticeable yet, but the thought of Jack discovering her secret terrified her. She would tell him soon - but for now, she just wanted to bask in Jack's love and affection, pushing everything else aside.

"What's wrong, sunshine?" Jack's concerned murmur broke through her thoughts. "Do I make you nervous?"

He tried to lighten the mood with a chuckle, but Y/N couldn't shake the rising tide of anxiety. Almost involuntarily, her hand drifted to rest over her belly, cradling it protectively.

Jack's eyes tracked the movement, a small crease appearing between his brows. Biting her lip, Y/N forced a reassuring smile, not wanting to ruin their blissful morning just yet. "Nothing, I'm okay. Just...really happy to wake up with you here."

The crinkles by Jack's eyes deepened as his grin widened. "Me too, baby.”

Before he could say anything more, Y/N brushed off her nerves with a shake of her head, pulling his face up to hers. She showered him with kisses, her lips trailing across his face and neck. His touch was intoxicating, making her forget her worries for the moment.

Smoothing back her tousled hair, Jack held her gaze intently. "I really like you, you know that?" He murmured, pure sincerity ringing in his voice. "Waking up with you in my arms is everything I've ever wanted."

…

19:51pm

Two days later…

Y/N hummed along to the spectators commentary as her fingers flew across the keyboard. She was in the zone, the fictional world of her romance novel unfolding vividly in her mind's eye.

She read over the last few paragraphs she had written, her eyes skimming over the description of the protagonist's first meeting with her love interest.

It reminded Y/N of her own first encounter with Jack, the way his intense gaze had sent shivers down her spine, the way his rumbling voice had made her heart flutter in her chest.

A loud cheer from the TV made her jump, almost upending her coffee mug. Right, the Rangers game was on in the background. She shot a brief glance at the screen to see the Devils had scored again. Biting her lip, Y/N quickly typed out another paragraph before risking another look.

There was Jack, skating hard across the ice, that familiar intense expression etched onto his ruggedly handsome features.

Y/N turned up the volume slightly, smiling as she watched Jack deftly steal the puck and take off towards the opposing goal. That smile quickly turned into a wince, however, when a burly Rangers player body-checked Jack viciously from behind, sending him crashing hard into the boards.

"Son of a bitch!" Y/N shot to her feet, coffee completely forgotten, as the announcers' voices rose in a blend of shock and anger.

On screen, Jack had rolled to his knees, shaking off the brutal hit. But then he was lunging right back at the offending player, throwing wild haymakers as the two men tumbled to the ice in an all-out brawl.

Her attention was wholly captured by the scene unfolding on the television screen. Jack's gloved fist connected with the other player's jaw, sending him stumbling backward. The Rangers player quickly retaliated, and within seconds, the two were engaged in a full-blown fight on the ice.

Gloves and helmets were discarded as punches were thrown, each man trying to gain the upper hand. Y/N's heart raced as she watched Jack, his jersey torn and his face bruised, continue to trade blows with his opponent. She knew he could hold his own, but that didn't stop the worry from gnawing at her insides.

After what felt like an eternity, the referees finally managed to separate the two men, each one still struggling against their grip. That sinking feeling of dread intensified when she saw Jack being led off towards the locker room, one hand pressed to his ribs while the other hung limply at his side.

Grabbing her phone, she hurriedly dialed his number - straight to voicemail. A cold knot twisted in the pit of her stomach as she watched replay after replay of the ugly fight. She knew Jack could handle himself, but nightmare scenarios still played through her mind on a terrifying loop.

Y/N shook her head forcefully, cutting off that threatening spiral of panic. She needed to stay calm until she could get in touch with Jack or his coach. Taking a deep, steadying breath, she willed her racing heart to slow as she fixed her gaze on the TV once more.

She began pacing frantically back and forth across her office, the romance novel on her desk completely forgotten, heart pounding in her ears as she clutched the phone with a white-knuckled grip to her face.

"Heather, you didn't see it! That guy obliterated Jack from behind - it was like he had zero regard for his safety!" She paused to take a shuddering breath, chest tight with panic. "And then Jack just...snapped. I've never seen him fight before."

"Woah, woah, slow down hon." Her best friend's soothing tones filtered through the line. "Jack's a tough guy, you know that. I'm sure he can handle himself just fine."

"You didn't see the way he went down though," Y/N whispered, the image of Jack's crumpled form seared into her brain. Her free hand drifted unconsciously to cradle her stomach. "What if he's really hurt? What if—"

The shrill ring of her phone's second line cut her off. Glancing at the caller ID, Y/N's breath caught in her throat. It was Jack.

"Oh god, Heather, it's him! I gotta go." Not waiting for a reply, she quickly switched over. "Jack? Baby, are you okay?"

A pained grunt was her first reply, causing Y/N's heart to lurch violently. When Jack finally spoke, his voice was low and strained. "Hey sunshine...I'm okay, I promise. Well, okay-ish."

Y/N sank shakily onto the couch, knees wobbly with relief just from hearing his voice. "Where are you? What happened after they took you off the ice?"

"Still at the arena." Jack's measured inhale hissed across the line. "Got checked out by the trainers...possible fracture or two and lots of swelling. They want me to go get fully examined at the hospital though, make sure there's no internal bleeding or anything."

Squeezing her eyes shut, Y/N willed back the frightened tears pricking her eyes. Jack sounded pained but coherent — a good sign. "I'm coming to the hospital right now."

"No, no don't do that." Jack's tone softened, taking on that tender, coaxing quality he knew could instantly soothe her. "I'm gonna get all checked out and as soon as they clear me, I'll come straight to you. Just want to curl up on that cozy couch, eat something greasy, and cuddle my favorite girl, okay?"

A tremulous smile curved Y/N's lips at the thought, warmth blossoming in her chest. Even when injured, Jack knew just what to say to calm her raging emotions. "I'll take care of you, I promise."

"I know you will, baby." The smile was evident in his voice now. "I'll be there as soon as I can. Maybe, uh, just prepare yourself to be smothered in kisses in advance?"

Y/N huffed out a watery chuckle, swiping at the dampness on her cheeks. "I'll get the first aid kit ready, tough guy. Just...take care of yourself first, okay?”

The call disconnected with a soft click. Setting the phone aside, Y/N took a deep, steadying breath, absently cradling her belly once more. Jack would be home soon — bruised and battered, but mercifully not catastrophically injured.

…

2:35am

After a grueling two days in the hospital, Jack was finally released, his body aching but his heart longing for the comfort of home and the warmth of Y/N's embrace. He drove through the quiet streets, the anticipation building with every mile that brought him closer to her.

It was late when he arrived at her home, the moonlight casting a soft glow through the windows. He crept silently through the door, careful not to wake Y/N who he assumed was already in bed. As he made his way to their bedroom, he couldn't help but smile at the sight that greeted him.

Y/N lay curled up on their bed, her laptop still open beside her, the screen illuminating her peaceful face. Jack's heart swelled with love as he watched her, her chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. He knew she must have been waiting up for him, working on her novel to distract herself from her worry.

Quietly, he changed into his pajamas and eased himself into bed beside her, pulling the covers over them both, the soft fabric enveloping them in a cocoon of warmth and comfort. he settled in, gently wrapping his arm around Y/N's waist, pulling her close to his chest.

Y/N stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open as she felt Jack's presence. "Jack?" she mumbled sleepily, her voice soft and heavy with exhaustion.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm here," he whispered, pressing a tender kiss to her temple. "Go back to sleep, my love."

Y/N sighed contentedly, snuggling back into Jack's embrace. She intertwined her fingers with his, reveling in the feeling of his strong arms around her. He wanted to wake up to her beautiful face every morning.

With that thought in mind, he pulled her even closer, burying his face in her hair and breathing in her comforting scent. Tomorrow, he would surprise her with the news of the romantic getaway he had planned, a chance for them to escape the chaos of their lives and focus on nothing but each other.

…

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[dinogoofymutated]

I absolutely adore how you write Kurt,

Could you write something for Kurt being concerned for an overworked reader?

And or a reader that struggles with sleep?

SFW!Nightcrawler/GN! Reader The amount of comfort that this man gives me UGH! He's just so caring and sweet, but I worry about him :( He's been the therapist friend in basically every episode in 97' and he deserves some comfort too so I added basically the reverse version of these headcannons at the end as well! Sorry I didn't end up writing anything for sleep, I've written a fic with some sleep struggle themes here but I might end up writing some seperate headcannons for that later! TWs: Themes of burnout/exhaustion. Mentions of the Genosha attack and Remy's death/funeral, religious themes. As always, reader written while picturing Fem! But no pronouns mentioned. I'm doing my best with adding German dialect while Kurt speaks but I'm not super knowledgeable, so let me know if there's something I need to change!

Kurt makes it his absolute mission to make sure you're always taken care of. Food, emotional support, laundry, dishes, Hell, he'd give you the sun and stars if you needed them. He just cares about you so much, and he never wants you to feel like you're alone in this world.

This being said, when he feels that you're overworking yourself, he's not afraid to let you know.

When he first starts to notice it, He'll check in on you more often. He'll pull you into a hug and give you kisses and he'll only leave when you reassure him that you're perfectly fine.

If you're still overworking yourself after this, he will outright tell you that he loves you, but you need a break. You can't go on like this and he's concerned about you. He doesn't purposely give you the sad puppy eyes, but seriously, how could you think about saying no to that face?

He really likes to brush his hands through your hair when he's trying to help you relax. He'll move your head into his lap on the couch and hum you softly to sleep. He might take you to bed, but he won't wake you up unless he absolutely has to. He won't go as far as to turn off your alarms, but he just wants you to rest.

However, if you know you're overworking yourself but still refuse to let yourself stop, or take a break, he's going to be a little more "aggressive".

    Your computer screen is giving you a migraine, you feel like you want to tear your brain out of your head, and plainly? You just can’t sit still. You had been in this spot for about six hours straight. The last time you actually got up was to eat dinner, and even then you had only relaxed for what, thirty minutes? You can’t really remember.

    You sigh deeply, leaning back in your chair as you massage your temples. Working for the budding country of Genosha was certainly not for the weak. You needed to have this paperwork finished and faxed before the end of the week so that talks of Genosha entering the U.N. could continue. It was such a hefty amount, but it was necessary. Everyone else had done their part, and all you had to do was make corrections, edit, and make sure everything was in top shape. You’d been working on it for about three days straight, and with the finish line in sight, you didn’t want to stop now. 

    Oh, but your head hurts so bad, and you feel like you're starving. You look from your computer to your copy machine and the huge stack of mostly finished paperwork on your desk. You just want it to be over with, you decide it’s best if you just push through.

    “You haven’t moved from that spot since lunch,” You hear Kurt state. He comes around the side of your chair to brush some stray locks away from your forehead, and you do your best to give him a smile, although it’s obvious the expression is pained.

    “I didn’t hear you come in.” Your voice comes out a little gravelly from being silent most of the day. Kurt’s hands begin to gather your hair and caress the back of your neck lovingly. His hands feel good, grounding. You close your eyes to appreciate the feeling and miss the sight of Kurt’s frown.

    “Let’s get you to bed, Liebchen. I can tell your head hurts.” Kurt’s tone is gentle, although displeased, and it makes you feel guilty when you shake your head and pull away, leaning forward as you restack the paperwork on your desk.

    “I can’t. I’m almost done with this whole U.N. thing and the sooner it’s over, the better.” You mumble stubbornly. Kurt shakes his head at you, pulling your rolling chair away from the desk before you can get your hands on something else. You don’t even have the energy to express your shock as Kurt takes the papers out of your hands, using the table to straighten them before placing them in their proper place. He tuts at you as he does so, and continues to save your files and power down the computer despite your protests.

    “My apologies, love, but I won’t let you rot in this room for another moment. I understand how important this work is to you. Giving Genosia a voice that the world can hear is a very noble cause, and yet it is still a cause that can wait till tomorrow, Ja?” You open your mouth to attempt to protest again, but your head hurts so bad, and you are so tired. Kurt takes your hands to help you out of your chair, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he pulls you into a gentle hug.

    “Okay. But-” You don’t finish your sentence before Kurt is tucking your face into his shoulder, sparing you the view as he Bamfs you away. When he lets you go, you’re standing in your bedroom. You’re thankful that he spared you the sights, knowing that it would have just made your head worse- but it didn’t change the fact that you hadn’t been remotely done in the office.

    “-I still need to lock up, Kurt.” You start to say, but he’s gone in a puff of smoke before you can even finish the sentence. When he makes it back a few minutes later, Kurt sends you a cheeky smile, lifting his tail to show you the keys he must’ve snagged from your pocket earlier. 

    “Did you-”

    “Lock the file cabinet? Yes. And I turned off your lamp, and closed the curtains before I locked the door.” Kurt kisses your temple as he sits you down on the bed, beginning to take your shoes off. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you taken care of.” You feel like your heart might explode with the overwhelming fondness you’re feeling right now. When he’s done with your shoes, he carefully helps you undress and change into pajamas, something he knows you struggled with when you were as exhausted as you are now. He makes sure to tuck you into bed before he himself goes to change. It doesn’t matter how much pain you felt at this point, when he crawled into bed you couldn’t stop yourself from curling up close to him, pressing tired kisses to whatever part of him you could reach. Kurt simply chuckles, pulling you into an embrace as he whispers sweet encouragements for you to sleep.

    “Kurt?”

    “Yes, Meine Liebe?”

    “ ‘Think you could Marry me?”

Now just because Kurt will do everything in his power to keep you from reaching the point of burnout, doesn't mean that he himself will stop from reaching that point.

Kurt is a genuinely good person, right to the core. He likes helping people, he likes to care for others, but he doesn't always ask for help when he needs it. It's not that he doesn't have emotional intelligence for his own feelings, he just tends to soothe himself by assisting others. Even then, to an extent, that's not healthy coping. There is only so much someone can carry alone.

After the attack on Genosha, there was a lot of work that had to be done- and Kurt, being a familiar and dependable face in the many religious communities, was needed constantly in a tumultuous time when many turned to religion.

It's been a struggle for the two of you, much of your time together being cut short in one way or another, and the longer you spent away, the more worried you became.

It all came to a head after Remy's funeral.

    Remy’s funeral was… Rough. To say the least. No one was coping very well, especially not Jubilee. You had walked out to the cars with the group after the last of the dirt had been laid, making sure to give her a tight hug. The X-men were the only real family she had ever had, and now she had lost a brother. You had let her sob for a moment, listening to her cries and the sounds of doors, opening and closing. 

    When everyone had loaded up and was ready to head out, you noticed that Kurt wasn’t there. You told everyone that you would catch up. You had a feeling you knew where he would be.

    You find Kurt in an empty church. He’d shed his outermost robes at some point, and was sitting silently on a pew. His eyes are closed and his hands folded, praying. You don’t disturb him as you sit down, simply reaching a hand out and placing it on his knee, squeezing it to let him know you were there. When he finishes, he places his hand over your own, opening his eyes as he looks down. His tears are flowing freely, and he leans into your touch when you wipe them from his cheeks.

    “I’ve been told that there is strength in a man that freely mourns, but… It’s silly. I can’t help but wish that I was stronger.” Kurt’s almost whispering as he speaks. You feel a lump form in your throat, your stinging eyes welling with tears for the countless time today. It hurts so unbelievably to see someone you love hurting so much, knowing that there is so little that you can do to make the pain go away, even if the loss is shared.

    “It’s not silly. I think that a lot of people feel the same- especially right now.” You say. You take hold of his left hand, tracing the cool metal band on his finger. You compare it to the one you wear, and find yourself thankful that the hand that bears his is still warm. You think of Rogue and Remy. The life they could’ve had together, if only they had been given more time. 

    You lean your head on Kurt’s shoulder, and he rests his head on top of your own. 

    “You don’t have to carry it alone.” You whisper eventually. Kurt says nothing, lacing his fingers between yours. “I know we haven't had a lot of time together lately, but as long as I’ve known you, you’ve carried so much on your shoulders- but you don’t have to do it alone. That’s what I’m here for, remember?” Kurt laughs lightly at your words, squeezing your left hand before lifting it to his lips and kissing your knuckles.

    “You are a gift that I’m not entirely sure I deserve, my love,” Kurt says. You scoff at him, frowning now as you look up to meet his eyes.

    “Lying is a sin, Kurt.” You say playfully. His smile is blinding, and you gasp as Kurt Wagner of all people rolls his eyes at you. 

    “Even if it was a lie, which it isn’t, as long as I have you near, Schatz, Heaven will be in reach.”

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[billwidoll]

Stalker (part one)

Rafe never believed in love at first sight, he was always the biggest hater of love. But when he saw you, strolling through the streets of New York,He just fell in love with you. He saw the way you walked, the way you smiled, he thought you were perfect. And the day Rafe saw you, he was at a very important business dinner.

Your face was stuck in his head for hours, and he had to find out where you lived, what your name was, where you worked. Rafe was a millionaire, so he used his money to get hackers to find you.

It was very difficult to find a person, whose name no one knows, so Rafe dropped this hacking plan, so he decided to do it himself. Rafe went to the same place and was there waiting for you exactly The same hours you spent when he saw you for the first time. And this time he saw you again, passing by. When Rafe saw you, he had a huge smile and was proud of what he had achieved.

Rafe waited for you to pass, but he followed you surreptitiously, and this chase stopped at a finished building in New York, it was probably the house where his muse lived. Rafe had the audacity to enter the building, and take the same elevator you were in.

When he entered the elevator he could smell your sweet and addictive scent, you had such good energy. Honestly, Rafe was crazy about you, capable of doing anything for you.

"New resident?" You ask with a gentle smile on your lips.

Rafe couldn't be fascinated by your voice, you were truly perfect. And he was still very kind and pleasant.

"I...I...I'm visiting a friend" Rafe says a little off guard, because he's talking to you.

You nod, Rafe was going to start a conversation, but the elevator arrived at your apartment floor, and you left, before Rafe could talk to you. Rafe left on impulse on the same floor as your apartment, he couldn't believe he was doing all this because of you. What was it about you that made him like that

Rafe followed you more surreptitiously, as it would be very obvious if you saw him there near your apartment, but you didn't notice and that made Rafe relieved. He watched you enter your apartment, and saw that your apartment number was 234. And that number was going to be his lucky number, because to Rafe, you were his angel, and everything that represented you.

Rafe knew where you lived, and that was a good thing. For him.

2 months later

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2 memes passed and Rafe was completely involved in your life, he already knew EVERYTHING about you, if you doubt it, he knows more about your life than you do. Rafe quit his job, he didn't have to Working, he was already rich and stable, he stopped going out with friends and dating, Rafe's life only depended on you, even though you had no idea who he was.

Rafe followed you everywhere, and you didn't notice, and you rarely greeted each other "casually", for you it was normal, but for Rafe it was a dream come true. Rafe had already made several plans to infiltrate your life, and the next plan was to live in the same building you lived in. Rafe bribed the apartment's resident to leave and give the apartment to Rafe. And so he did, he was living next door to you now, Rafe was happy. And he couldn't wait, to break into your house at 00:00.

You were leaving to go to work and came across a man placing casual electronics inside your old neighbor's apartment.

"New resident?" You ask the same question you asked Rafe, but you didn't realize it was the same person.

"and...I am! My name is Drew Starkey" Rafe says, changing his name, to stop hiding it better.

You thought you had seen him, but you didn't remember. Rafe was bracing for this reaction. So he cut his hair and worked out more, getting stronger. And he was also trying to change The cold personality, he was trying to be more Nice. Because he was sure you didn't like bad boys, so he was pretending to be the good guy.

"You are very welcome, my name is Sn" you say with a huge smile on your face and raising your hand to greet him.

Rafe's heart almost jumped from skin to mouth, he was so looking forward to this.

"Thank you very much for the greetings, and your name is beautiful"

Rafe says, praising you, that's all he wanted to say to you, he just wanted to praise you. Your cheeks turn red, and since Rafe studied you for 2 months, he knew you were shy.

"thank you Drew" you say with a shy smile and Rafe wishes that smile would stay on your face forever "I'd love to keep talking to you, but I have to go to work"

You say, ending the conversation and Rafe feels sad, but he hides it.

"well...I'll see you later?" Rafe says wanting to make sure you guys would talk later.

"yes! Yes! I would love to" you say enthusiastically and Rafe notices this and he was sure you were liking him.

"that's good...I'll see you later then, right?" He says asking for confirmation.

"yes!"

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When you left for work, Rafe immediately went to try to break into your house. He used every method to unlock his door, and for the fifth time, he succeeded. And he smiled Huge when he achieved this.

He entered the apartment, and saw that it was well organized and clean, he saw several art paintings, and also several photos of himself pasted on the wall, without thinking twice, he picked up some and put them away In the pocket. He goes to his room, and smells a sweet perfume, he wanted to stay there for hours. He sits on his bed and runs his hand over your bed, he smells the sheets and it was sweet and Soft.

He goes to his drawer and looks through various things, until he finds the panties drawer, and their eyes light up. He takes several of her panties and puts them in his pocket. He smells your panties, and lies down on your bed.

Rafe stayed there the whole afternoon, he was discovering a lot more about you. Rafe looks at the clock and realizes that there are 2 minutes left until you get home from work, and he immediately puts everything in place. And I ran away from there.

Rafe goes to take a shower and make his favorite dinner, as he had told you to stop by his house earlier, and Rafe locks the door to the second bedroom of his apartment, as that was the place That were all states about you.

Rafe hears the doorbell and it was clearly you at the door, Rafe was smelling good and showered. He takes a deep breath and opens the door

"hello Sn!" He says it as if he were an angel. And you smile with that look in his eyes.

"hello Drew..." She says looking down, Rafe was very intimate with her. "I made this strawberry pie for you" you say with a smile showing the pie.

Rafe couldn't pay attention to the pie, he could only look at you, you looked beautiful. You were so delicate and it messed with Rafe's catheter.

"Can you come in please" Rafe says giving you space to enter, and you do, when you pass Rafe he smells your perfume.

"your apartment is so... organized" you say, looking around.

Rafe smiled knowing you were organized too.

"what do you expect from a 29 year old man?"

Rafe speaks referring to himself, and he wasn't 29 either, he was 30. But he was avoiding everything about his past life.

"You're 29 years old? Oh my God" you say with your mouth open and Rafe sees that the conversation is going well.

"Do I look that old to be under 30?" Rafe jokes, and you laugh.

"no, that's not what I meant, but the other way around, you understand? You look like you're 19 or 20" you say, being more Clara now and Rafe prepares another joke.

"Now you're calling me baby?" Rafe speaks again jokingly and you laugh again, both of you were loving the conversation.

"that's enough, you're impossible!" You say jokingly too and sitting on his couch, still laughing.

Rafe was also laughing, but he couldn't let the conversation die.

"and you? How many do you have?" Rafe asks, knowing exactly how old you are.

"I'm 21, surprising?" She says jokingly and Rafe laughs, shaking his head.

"No, you're too beautiful to be 84 years old"

Rafe says and you laugh at his jokes. Rafe wasn't like that, but he knew you liked people like that, so he was trying to be nicer.

"Shall we eat? I swear I did the best I could" Rafe says, creating another topic to continue the conversation.

"I promise I'll be honest" she says playfully. And Rafe was loving her every split second.

Rafe couldn't stop looking at your eyes, they were beautiful and bright, Rafe needed, needed you in his life. Sooner or later.

Rafe takes the food out of the oven, and he looks great. Rafe knew how to cook very well, when he was little, his father took him to cooking classes, ordered by Rafe's mother.

“Wow, it looks delicious”

you say looking at the frying pan that was in Rafe’s hand. You didn't expect to meet a man over 20, who knew how to cook, was kind, and had a home Organized. He was practically a Roman prince straight out of books.

"well, I hope it's pleasant, I don't want to embarrass myself around such a beautiful girl"

Rafe says praising you with a beautiful smile on His face, and your heart can't help but flutter.

"Let's eat?" Rafe says, placing the food on the table and pulling out the chair for you to sit.

He serves you the food, and you are impressed by the ring that was in Rafe's hands. The ring was large and luxurious, and it also appeared to be pure gold.

"Ah, I'm sorry, but that ring...it's so ostentatious" You ask, a little afraid, not knowing the financial situation of your new neighbor.

When Rafe hears that, his head immediately clicks, he hadn't realized that something so valuable was on his finger.

"Ah... that's... it's my family's ring, all parents give this ring to their son when he becomes an adult"

Rafe makes up this story that never happened, but the story made sense in his head.

,"oh... of course, sorry to ask, and it's so similar to those rings that the rich people in the city wear"

You explain, giving Rafe a nice smile, and Rafe was afraid that you would somehow find out that it didn't make sense for a man to have a gold ring, and live in a poor apartment in the city.

"What do you work with?" Rafe asks, trying to quickly get away from the subject of the ring, and he already knew where you worked.

"I work as a secretary, but in my spare time I make money as an artist"

you say, not very happy with the life you led, you didn't want that future, and Rafe knew that, because he knew you Better than anyone.

"I think artists are incredible, after I met Leonardo da Vinci, I simply fell in love with art"

Rafe talks while eating a piece of chicken, he understands a lot about history, references, science. Rafe was a great student. He was intelligent, and he was a 30-year-old millionaire, who had no children, he It was the guy.

"Do you know Leonardo da Vinci's paintings?" You say with your mouth open, your new neighbor was a box of surprises.

"Yes! My favorites are the last supper and Mona Lisa" Rafe says, captivating you more.

The two of you stayed talking for hours and hours. Rafe simply taught a lesson about the world. She loved the conversation. She unfortunately told you to go home, and Rafe didn't want you to go.

"I loved this dinner....it was just perfect Drew" you say, taking your coat and giving a slight smile.

That was music to Rafe's ears.

"your company was perfect" Rafe once again praised you, and you accepted it well this time, giving him a smile.

You went up to him to greet him before you left, and you went to give Rafe a kiss on the cheeks, but he turned away when you approached. And this ends up making you two kiss.

To be continued

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love letters and second sons | part 1.

Summary: The princess is finally ready to debut in society. But before she does, she decides to disguise herself and see the true faces of the ton.

Author's Note: Hello! Yes, I'm here with a wip before finishing my other stuff. The Bridgerton girlies have got me. Congratulations to you all. So before you read this, please read: I Hate Accidents by @i-hate-accidents AND Over The Garden Wall by @homeofthepeculiar AND The Ultimate Deception by @maximoff-pan. These stories are some of my favorites and really inspired this fic.

Warnings for the Series: light sexism in line with the times, light classism in line with the times, mental health stigma, shitty doctor care, smut, suicide attempt (will get it's own warning when the time comes),

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x princess!reader

Word Count: 5.4k

Author's Note: To those who have read my other works, you'll notice that the author Mercutio's stories are something special

My Dearest Ton and Wonderful United Kingdom, 

I am pleased to welcome you all to the start of another social season. Of course, people love and look for love all year round but each year the season just seems to invite love to blossom. I hope all of you find the match to your souls. Marriage is a business but can it not have love as well? A business built with love surely must be a business that tries to last. I ask our respectful citizens and subjects of the United Kingdom to make love a part of their search. 

I would also like to ask about businesses that do not involve marriage or love. How are you? In the business of health, is everyone safe from all sickness? In the business of finance, does everyone have enough to eat and clothe themselves without falling into poverty? Are businesses afloat even if only by a small margin? How are you? Truly, I want to know. If you would like to write to me, please do so. The royal mailboxes should still be in perfect condition. 

Of course, if you have something urgent then I am sorry but you must come to the palace and request an audience. My valets hold all letters for a day or a few out of safety for everyone. But rest assured, I read every letter once received. 

I would also like to say that I can feel the winds of the ton calling me to grace their presence and to stop being rude by ignoring them. Naturally, the wind is very rude to say this and then cut through my dress and chill my bones even when it is snowing. But I digress, the wind is right. The time for introduction must be soon. And a lovely time that will be. I cannot wait to meet you all. 

Yours truly, 

A Not So Young Anymore Youngest Princess Y/N Hanover (Truly, I need a proper surname and not just the name of my father’s house)

My Dearest Ton and Wonderful United Kingdom, 

Would you like to know what I have learned yesterday? I know the Americas are still a touchy subject for some but I hope you don’t mind me talking about it, just to share my studies. Philadelphia is the center of American debate. So many great men (and women that have probably gone unnamed but aided their counterparts in their quest of education) have lived and are currently still living there. 

Going to America simply for a debate sounds terribly dreadful. But what if we had one here that wasn’t relegated to just the universities. An entire city becoming a center of debate seems incredibly foolish, not to mention disruptive to its current residents, but buildings of debate do not seem like a bad idea. 

Even if some feel like they aren’t smart enough, they should participate. Ideas are nurtured by sharing them. May some debates lead to great compromise and understanding and maybe even propositions for laws. 

I, for one, debate with my father every day on which science is the most important to teach to young children and which science can wait until university should they like to pursue that path. He believes all of it. I believe that medicinal science is too much for a young mind and they only need to be taught how to mind their health until they can understand better. What do you think? I am delighted to hear your opinions. Maybe mine will be swayed. 

Yours Truly,

Youngest Princess Y/N Buckingham (I am trying out new surnames until one I like sticks)

My Dearest Ton and Wonderful United Kingdom, 

I apologize if my stance may be radical but nothing in society ever got done if the start wasn’t a little radical. I believe that young women should be properly taught about relations… let me just say it, sex. Not when they are children, no, but when they are about to debut. Consider it. You all know that as a royal, despite being a woman, I have been taught all things. Everyone is aware that I know what sex is. But if I and my sisters were taught sex so that we may be aware of malicious advances and be able to protect our virtue first rather than waiting for our virtues to be saved by someone and risk them being too late, then others should as well. Therefore, I implore all mothers and governesses to teach their young ladies about to debut what sex is. And to fathers who may be without wives, please find any woman to teach your daughters.

I shall return with more radical ideas for a better and more prosperous United Kingdom. 

Yours truly, 

Youngest Princes Y/N Kew 

The printed letters delivered to London, had everyone enthralled in the early morning. Some people that lived close enough to the central town square didn’t bother with the prints and went straight to the wooden pin board there to look at the princess’ handwriting on the original letters. Whenever the Young Princess or the author Mercutio Quick wrote, people stopped and paid attention. 

Princess Y/N was the people’s princess. The one who listened to their complaints and wasn’t cheap on her charitable acts. She was so much like her father, Farmer George. Even with his illness he still ran a good country… when he was in charge. So much better than her eldest brother, George IV. Then again, any royal sibling was better than their eldest brother, even if only by a very small percentage. Everyday the public hoped another child would challenge George the Younger. They would rally their support behind them. 

They were hoping that any day George IV’s daughter, Charlotte, would have an heir. If she was pregnant then it would be so easy for the public to support her and convince either George IV to step down or convince Parliament to present a motion to King George. They would have a ruler and an heir. Charlotte the Younger would be the easiest transition for George IV to understand.

But neither her father nor husband seemed to care about the lack of heir. But the thought of succession and coups and duels was forgotten for a moment to read the Young Princess’ letters welcoming them to the new social season with new balls, debutantes, and drama. 

In the Bridgerton house, the family ran around like chickens with their heads cut off. They were trying to get ready to present Daphne to the Queen while also trying to read the Young Princess’ letters. Benedict laughed as he slapped his copy of the letters. 

“Mother would have a fit if she had to speak with Daphne about sex.” 

“I’m surprised she would even suggest such a thing,” Colin said as he returned to reading the first letter, thinking he might actually write to the Young Princess about his familial concerns and wanting to travel desperately but being unsure about leaving them. 

Eloise finally smiled as she came downstairs with the rest of her siblings. “I for one think it’s rather refreshing. She is right. Our mamas should be teaching us more than just how to meet the Queen… Daphne! You must make haste! Do you think she heard me?” 

Colin rolled his eyes. “She most certainly did. But on the matter of the princess, what is wrong with a woman’s husband teaching her about sex?” 

“Everything is wrong with that.” 

“Hmm.” 

He looked down to reread the paper, wondering if he could understand what the princess actually meant. Even though the letters were left at home, talk of the princess never ceased. How could it? The monarchy’s youngest princess might actually be joining them. Everyone wanted to know what she would look like, not in the face of course. Even her fourth brother didn’t take off his mask until after five months of being introduced to society and he was the shortest time it took to see the royal children’s face. 

“Do you think she will be tall like her eldest sister or short? Plump?” Eloise asked as their carriages started their way towards the palace. “I’d imagine I’d be very lovely and plump if I could be stuck in a palace all day with the most wonderful food imaginable. Not that anyone should ever value a woman based on her body but Penelope has stated that her sisters are terribly upset because all the dress makers have started saying that plump is going to be in fashion once again in only a few years time and by the time they become plump it’ll be out of fashion again.” 

Daphne looked out the window. “I wonder if she’ll look like the Queen or the King. Oh, what makeup do you think she’ll wear? What mask did she have created for herself? When do you think we’ll actually see her face?” 

Violet touched the knees of all her girls. “Whatever she is like, do not be rude and gawk. The poor thing will already have the vultures’ eyes on her all night. If she even comes out tonight. Perhaps it will be at a ball this week. That would be quite a fantastic introduction. I do hope she at least meets us this season.” 

Francesca smiled. “I imagine her dance card would be quite full.” 

“She’d have bracelets of dance cards going up to her arm,” Daphne agreed.  

“But she isn’t coming into society yet. She’s just introducing herself to us,” Eloise said. 

“She’s still a princess royal. A very well-known one at that. There’s no way the men would pass on an opportunity to dance with her. They’d want to start making their intentions known now, get ahead of everyone else.” 

The boys’ carriage was speaking of a different matter entirely. The princess and Mercutio had written to the ton at the same time. With the presentation to the Queen taking up so much of the day, most people wouldn’t be able to read his work until later that evening. Colin and Benedict simply couldn’t wait. Colin sat with his brother as he drove the carriage and read the story out loud: 

“Arsehole,” Cecilia muttered. 

Ignoring the sharp stinging of her backside, she hopped off the bed to find something to put on. All she needed to accomplish was getting back to her room, clothed. She knew there must have been some spare clothes in their dressers. It was just a matter of sorting through which garments were hers and which belonged to the others. She had been sorely mistaken to ignore the three members of nobility behind her, thinking they hadn’t heard her. 

Lovell scrunched up his face, resembling a rat. “Is receiving another punishment something you really care for? Because this attitude you’ve acquired is going to earn you one.” 

“Piss off.” 

“Is that any way to talk to your dominants?” Madison asked, adjusting herself in Tommy’s arms. 

Cecilia scoffed as she walked towards the door, placing one hand on the doorknob. “Lavender.” 

The other three faces fell at the use of that forbidden word. Cecilia’s hand reached up ever so gently and wiped away tears. She wondered if the tears were for her former lovers or for finally realizing her mind was deluded to think she would be with anyone above her station such as Lovell. 

“I don’t want this anymore.” 

“Cecilia.” 

“You never believe that I don’t enjoy breaking our established rules. You only listen to Madison.” 

“Cecilia.” 

“It is clear you both like her more than you desire me. I am down.” 

“Cecilia.” 

“You shall see me around this manor, doing my job as I always have. But that is the extent of our relationship.” 

“Please, just give u—” 

“Good day, Lord Parham. Lord Newall, Lady Wilcher.” 

“Riveting,” Colin said as he finished reading. “Mr. Mercutio has done it again.” 

Benedict nodded. “Indeed he has. I was a bit worried when he announced that he wanted to dabble in the themes of erotic pleasures in his stories but this was just as enjoyable as all the others.”

“Agree… Oh, it says here that they have earned a publishing deal. The penny stories will still come out once a week, chapter by chapter but readers can also purchase a book if they would like to keep the story properly or are in a rush to read it. I for one will be buying the books.” 

“I second that.” 

“I wonder what his next story will be about. Actually, no, I wonder what our dear sisters and mothers can be talking about.” 

“The princess, no doubt.”

”Do you think any of our brothers will approach?” Eloise asked in the women’s carriage, more to herself than anything. 

That made Hyacinth’s face light up. “If one of them marries the princess does that mean we get to be princesses too?” 

“As if any of our brothers even could or want to.” Francesca pulled her face away from the window.

“If anyone is going to bring them to the marriage mart,” Daphne started as she fanned herself. “It would be the princess. Anthony would be a good match for her.” 

Violet laughed, thinking of the idea. “A viscount and a princess are a perfect match.” 

All talk of the princess stopped as they approached. The worst thing that could happen could be a footman overhearing them and mistaking their speech for malicious gossip rather than light-natured and report it to the princess or the queen or even worse, King George himself. They would forever be ostracized from society. 

From upstairs, you watched from a window where you knew no one could see you even if they looked up. How you desperately wanted to be down there. All the men were dressed up and looking like penguins. Handsome they were but still penguin-like in silhouette. And the women’s dresses. Some, while upper class, were of a lower social standing and wore older dresses that looked just as gorgeous as the empire and rather shapeless dresses of today. 

But today was not your day. You actually weren’t sure when your day would be. Your mother and father let their children choose when they would be introduced to society. Of course you all had to wait for a certain age and it had to be a date at the start of the social season but you could pick the day. And unlike your last sibling, you wanted it to be at a ball instead of the selection of the Diamonds. You didn’t even care which ball it would be. Perhaps it was selfish but you did want a day all to yourself or at least a day with you as the main focus. But that wasn’t this year. Or any year perhaps. 

You were excited to finally leave the walls of the palace if you were allowed, having proven yourself capable of not causing an incident. Unfortunately, you couldn’t say you had proven yourself without illness. You weren’t that lucky. You and all your siblings were locked inside until the royal physicians could observe and confirm that you weren’t sick with whatever madness your father had. They didn’t have to observe you. That was also why you picked a ball instead of today. You wanted to prove you didn’t need a chaperone literally holding your elbow. You wanted freedom like your siblings. Freedom to explore that you weren’t sure would get because of your illness. 

After a nearly fatal drowning in the lake — an event your siblings still get chewed out for at least once a month — you started showing symptoms like George did. For you it wasn’t about if you would be as sick like your father. It was about how bad and how quickly the illness would get. 

You didn’t get to see George as often as the others. The doctors thought you shouldn’t be around him for prolonged periods of time unless it was after an episode. They thought that too much exposure would make you more like him instead of better. They wanted to send him to Kew but you promised that you wouldn’t go to his quarters as long as he got to stay at Buckingham. 

Charlotte, silly as it may have been, had hope. They caught your sickness early. Nine was a very young age to almost go mad. Maybe you could be saved from a cruel fate unlike George. They were too late for him but not for you. Of course this only brought jealousy from your siblings who didn’t feel like they got as much affection anymore. Every time you even twitched, it became about you. They could never hate you. It wasn’t like you asked to be sick. But it was hard to be around you. Everyday visits became once a week. Still, you cherished those visits. Like the one yesterday. They expressed their sympathies and hopefulness that you would get to introduce yourself and maybe it could even be this year or maybe this month. 

You could have scoffed. After what you did just two days ago, you were unsure. The daylight came into your room before you were prepared for it and you had been convinced that Buckingham was on fire. You couldn’t be calmed down until you jumped into the water fully clothed. Immediately, you pulled yourself out of the trance but no one really cared. The royal physician had been called anyway and you had ruined all chances of attending the presentation to the Queen. 

“Your Highness!” a voice disturbed your thoughts and your eyes from looking at your siblings’ carriages leave in the morning. Your lady-in-waiting approached you with a paper, an entire pamphlet. “It’s already spread through the ton like a fire. We haven’t read it yet. We figured new literature would be a treat for you.” 

“Thank you, Pandora. Shall we read it in the kitchens this morning when we return home?” 

“Not your room?” 

“I’m so terribly sick of my room and the washroom and the balcony and the bedroom.” 

“You are getting restless.” 

“It’s only a matter of time. Maybe even tomorrow it’ll happen. And soon it will only be a couple of years at most before the mask is gone. By the way,” you said as the two started to leave. “Did you hear about the Feather girl that fainted? Is she alright?” 

“Oh yes, she’s fine.” 

“Good. Have someone send flowers to her tomorrow with an inquiry about her wellbeing after taking such a tumble. Oh and no flowers to the Diamond. I want to meet her myself one day. Now, let’s read about this… Lady Whistledown. She already sounds like an interesting woman.” 

Interesting it was indeed. The maids and kitchen staff hung onto your every word as you read the pamphlet. You weren’t exactly sure how you felt about the pamphlet yet but Pandora was right about one thing. It was literature. Lady Whistledown seemed bold enough to list subjects by name. By their entire name as if she wasn’t afraid of any repercussions. You supposed she wouldn’t be since Whistledown was obviously not her real name. 

It wasn’t the subject of what she published that bothered you. A lot of it was standard gossip that goes around during the social season but it was her personal opinion. She almost seemed to want the ladies she wrote about to have miserable ends like inquiring about Daphne Bridergton’s flame burning out quickly. The lady must know that what she published could ruin a reputation. Gossip is no longer gossip when publicly written down. It has the potential to become fact. 

You slapped the pamphlet against your hand. “Well, I suppose Mercutio Quick from York will no longer be the entertainment of the ton. Sad, and right as I earned a publishing deal too. Perhaps, I should take up a different art. Like making dresses for all my days or learning to play the harp and cello properly so it sounds better than a dying whale according to my brothers.” 

The cook shook his head. “Your stories are very entertaining. Even Lady Whistledown couldn’t stop that.” 

“Thank you for saying that. I am rather jealous that she is penning under a woman.” 

“But you have chosen a name based on your favorite characters, have you not?” 

“I have but maybe I should’ve chosen better. This Lady Whistledown might be making more change for women then I hope to accomplish.” 

At this, the staff scoffed. Pandora cleaned up your dishes from the kitchen island in front of you. 

“Your Highness, with the utmost respect, you are the one who is going to do more for women than this Whistledown. Everybody already wants someone other than your kind brother on the throne. They’re all praying your niece gives them any child so they may protest for her with the added benefit of an heir. They love her and what you write about in your letters make her seem even better. Hell, they love you and they don’t even know you. They listen to you. And with your words, Princess Charlotte the Younger will be on the throne and you will prove women are more than capable of whatever and we might have real change. Is she still on board?” 

“Yes. She hates her father as much as anyone else does. George is nice once you get to know him… sort of. But Lettie approves as long as I agree to be in her court. I said yes of course.” 

“Then it is settled. Thank God we might actually get change in our wretched lives. Now you must wash up and oversee the Bridgerton gowns before they are sent off. Shall we pick certain ones from your wardrobe?” 

“Give the Diamond the one with lace and her family’s colors. Pick whatever you want for the rest of them. Oh and patterns must be on the Feather mother’s dress. I noticed she wears the most ill-favored ornamented dresses but she seems to like them. And put in an order with the modiste, I should like to do this often if this first gesture goes well and the gift wardrobe will need more clothes than it has at present. Clothes for the lower classes as well, nothing that could get them attacked and the clothes stolen off their bodies.” 

“Yes, Your Highness.”  

“And, by the way, I already washed up.” 

“Yes, but now you’ve been sitting amongst smoke and smells.” 

You gave up your fight and nodded as you jumped down from your stool and began the walk to your room. No one was around today. They wouldn’t be for most of the social season as they had other duties, including watching your siblings. Despite your madness, you weren’t the biggest concern at all. It was your rakish brothers in brothels, your sisters constantly leaving their husbands or suitors, and all of them sneaking away. You paused for a moment before walking quicker until you reached your room. 

Why couldn’t you sneak out? Now would be the perfect opportunity. And no one was looking for you. It would be so easy to scale the vines up the garden wall and just have fun for a moment. You washed up quickly and put on a very simple dress — one more like the style of today rather than your father’s time. Grabbing a cloak and your mask, you put them down on the bed before sitting down at your writing desk to pen a letter. The slam of the door nearly made you jump out of your skin. You calmed as you realized it was just Pandora. 

“Oh, good. It is just you.” 

“I have the Bridgerton and Featherington dresses but what do you mean it is just me, Y/N?” 

You stood up, abandoning the letter now that someone was around. “I am going out to see the ton.” 

“What?” 

“It is still dark. I have a map, my cloak, and the mask. And I have a very clear destination with vehicles that will get me back in the most discreet of ways should I need to use them.” 

“Your Highness.” 

“Pandora. I am nearing my introduction to society. You will all have to let me go at some point. I know everyone cares for my wellbeing but my happiness is gone. I am seen as nothing but my illness. Before I have an episode in public like the king, let me meet the ton. Let me not be Farmer Y/N for a brief moment of my life before I am a farmer forever, before I stay in that garden just like Father.” 

Pandora’s mouth shut. She simply locked the door and unlocked the window. “You must return before your midmorning promenade and snack. Since you ate downstairs, I can convince them to overlook your absence of a breakfast request. And don’t take your mask. It’s better if they don’t know who you are at all.” 

She gasped as you hugged her. 

“Thank you, Pandora! Thank you! You are truly the bestest friend a woman could have.” 

“Just go so you can come back quickly and I can have my sanity back.” 

You closed the window, shocking Pandora as you pulled a picture frame off the wall to reveal a staircase that led outside. The door was hidden behind the trellis covered in vines and flowers. You pulled the hood over the cloak over you. The last thing you did was check for your bracelet and if your papers were inside. Until you were introduced to society, all the royal children had bracelets that couldn’t come off unless cut off. There were just in case measures with the eldest two but became necessary after so many nights sneaking out. The bracelet wasn’t going anywhere but you didn’t want to lose your birth certificate. It was your first safety measure. Even if you were kidnapped or harmed, you’d be returned to the palace for a pretty penny. You did pull your sleeves down so your bracelet wouldn’t be noticed.  

You couldn’t contain your smile at the excitement of being out. London was so different without all the noise. The brothels and pubs were starting to close down for their few hours of rest and relaxation. You stuck to streets where you could see all the action but wouldn’t be easily spotted. No one bothered you until you arrived at your destination. 

The footman stood to attention. “May I help you?” 

“Yes, hello. I bring a package from Buckingham House for the Bridgertons, courtesy of Princess Y/N.” You handed him a letter with your official stamp at the end of it. 

The footman’s eyes went wide as he handed you back the letter and ran inside. The Bridgertons looked up at the frantic knocking, pulling slips over Hyacinth and Daphne before telling the footman he could enter. The Bridgerton boys came upstairs after hearing the heavy pounding of their employee’s footsteps running up the multiple stairs. 

“Is there a problem, Marshall?” 

He panted before taking in a deep breath. “The Young Princess’ lady-in-waiting is here, bearing gifts.” 

“WHAT?!” 

The Bridgertons collectively yelled before the scramble happened. You tilted your head when you saw the windows open and a maid shake out some bedsheets. She squeaked when she looked down to see you. You laughed as she ran back inside. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes before you were escorted into the house by a very out of breath footman. The Bridgertons stood on the steps at the end of their entrance hall in chronological order with their mother starting the line at the very bottom step. Nervous smiles graced their faces when you finally reached them. You curtsied to which they curtsied or bowed back. 

You gave them a second to assess you before speaking. Even though it wasn’t true in the slightest, everyone thought the ladies-in-waiting and manservants were reflections of the royals themselves. Not in character or value but in appearance. They figured they could form some sort of picture as to what the young masked royals looked like. If you were ugly then surely the princess was too. You hoped they at least found you to be average looking in appearance. 

Anthony Bridgerton — the new head of house from what you remembered of your studies — stepped from behind his mother to greet you formally. He bowed once again, deeper, before offering up his hand. You settled yours in it to receive a chaste kiss. 

“To what do we owe this sudden pleasure, Mrs…” 

“Keaton,” you lied, just using Pandora’s last name. 

“Mrs. Keaton?” He didn’t recognize the name as one belonging to an upper class member of the ton. He wasn’t sure he recognized the name at all. 

“Apologies, I should explain. The princess doesn’t distinguish in her court, we are all there to work. All women are ladies-in-waitings, all men are valets. Regardless of station, regardless of marriage.” 

“So, I am to take it that my earlier statement was incorrect.” 

You nodded. “Simply Miss Keaton.” 

“Well that sounds like very forward thinking actually. All the same, it is our pleasure to meet anyone in her highness’ court.” 

Violet smiled as she watched the interaction. If her son was close to anyone in the princess’ court, especially someone that seemed so close to the princess as to be sent here, then he would be able to meet the princess with good graces. He’d be ahead of any man by leagues. 

“Princess Y/N has sent me on her behalf. She extends warm greetings to the Bridgertons and the Featheringtons whom I will meet after our encounter. The princess congratulates Miss Daphne Bridgerton for earning Diamond of the Season as well as congratulations to the Dowager Viscountess for raising such a fine woman and to Viscount Bridgerton for chaperoning and keeping the family together therefore allowing his sister to shine.” 

He cleared his throat and started to smile. “Please give the princess all of our thanks for the most kind of compliments.” 

“And she would like to assure Miss Bridgerton that I have not been sent on behalf of any princes. Her brothers will not be bothering you today.” 

They all chuckled when you laughed. 

You set the first box down on the table next to you and opened it. “The princess has brought new dresses for the ball. The Diamond and the rest of her family should have the opportunity to shine with the utmost and wholehearted respect and support of the Crown. Please, enjoy them.” 

The family ran to the table, picking out dresses and suits and matching them to the person’s name on the paper pinned to each garment. They kept singing praises and admiring the outfits. Violet turned back to you. 

“When are you planning on visiting the Featheringtons?” 

“In an hour or so, I must be back before the princess’ morning promenade. She has a very busy day afterwards.” 

“Will the princess be introducing herself this season?” 

“Hyacinth!” Anthony and Violet yelled at the same time. 

You laughed. “It is no trouble. I’m at liberty to answer as the princess’ head valet.” 

“Valet? I thought you said they were all men. They are usually all men.” 

“If the princess should become heir to the throne then she will receive a male valet alongside me. For now, it is just me. The Crown believes someone of the same gender should always be with her should she need to confide in someone about very personal matters.” You took a breath before testing the waters. “Such as affections of the heart.” 

It had dawned on you in that moment that you could spy on the ton. When the time came, you would still have to dance with all the bachelors of the United Kingdom but you at least you would have a better picture of them. You’d have to apologize to Pandora for the countless strokes she was about to earn from you but you couldn’t make this your only time sneaking out.  

Violet smiled, knowing she was right. “Well, would you like to stay for breakfast?” 

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose.” 

“It would be no trouble at all. We have more than enough room. Eloise, dear, if Penelope is to come over please request that she do so now.”

(part 2)

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hii ! i was wondering if i could request a fanfic about Max verstappen and y/n —or you can give her a name UR CHOICE :) — anyways could you possibly follow the lines of them being complete strangers meeting in the Mexico GP, to becoming friends, then later on being lovers.

I’m not sure if you like to write sad stories but could you also possibly make a sad ending where towards the end they break up and whenever they are around eachother they act like complete strangers

Hopefully you take my request :) it was mainly inspired by a song called “strange” by Celeste !

Thank youuu !!

fortnight ⋆ max verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x reporter!reader

word count: 2.7K

warnings: bad boyfriend behaviour, angst (sort of)

a/n: it took me so long finishing this, and im not fully convinced with the result :( i also changed things a bit. anyways i loved the whole vibe, so maybe i write something similar soon

also this ended up giving massive fortnight by t swift vibes so i named it bc of that

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They were made for each other, or at least that's what everyone said. They had their first encounter at the Mexican Grand Prix. Y/N had been working as a reporter and interviewer for the races all season, but she had never had the chance to interview Max.

Mexico must have been one of Y/N's favorite places, all the culture, food, and people made her feel very welcomed. The race week in Mexico was the one she felt most nostalgic about once the season was over.

She arrived at the airport on Tuesday or Wednesday, she didn't quite remember, the only thing she remembered about her arrival in Mexico was the jet lag and that instead of grabbing her suitcase, she took Max Verstappen's.

She had always felt a certain intimidation towards him, by his way of driving and treating his teammates on the track. So, she was terrified to have to contact him. Surprisingly, it was Max who contacted her.

He called a few hours after she arrived at the hotel, she still wondered how he got her phone number and her name.

"Y/N L/N?" he asked. She recognized the voice and took a few seconds to process it. "I'm Max. I think I have your suitcase."

"Hello, yes. Uh, I think I have your suitcase too," She scratched her neck a bit.

"Ah, fantastic. Are you free now to exchange them?"

"Sure, yeah. Where?"

"I can come to your hotel, I don't want to cause you too much trouble," Max commented in a calm tone. That seemed like a super sweet gesture coming from him.

"Alright, I'll send you the location, come whenever you can," And they hung up.

Y/N was quite impressed by how nice Max had been, and that it was him who contacted her and offered to go to the hotel, even though she was the one who took the wrong suitcase.

Literally five minutes later they called her room phone, telling her that someone was asking for her. She went down with the suitcase immediately, meeting the pilot and his suitcase.

Max waved his hand a bit so she would know it was him, although Y/N knew perfectly well who he was. Max observed her, she had brown hair with lighter tips than the rest of her hair, probably from dyeing it in the past, and quite long curtain bangs. Somehow her face looked familiar to him, as if he had seen her before, but at the same time not.

"Hey, here you go," Y/N handed him the suitcase and they made the exchange. "I'm really sorry for the trouble, really, I didn't even realize it wasn't my suitcase,"

"It's okay, don't worry. Did you open the suitcase?" He slightly bit his lip.

"Well, yes. But I only saw the eight or nine Red Bull shirts, I realized it wasn't my suitcase," she said, smiling.

That made Max laugh. "Are you here for the race?"

"Well, yes, I'm a reporter for DAZN," Y/N nodded.

Max raised his chin a bit, understanding why the brunette looked so familiar. He looked around and then at his watch. "Are you busy now?"

Y/N blinked, was he…?

"No, not now," she pressed her lips, trying to hide a smile.

"Can I invite you for a coffee?" he smiled shyly.

"Oh," Y/N pondered for a few seconds what to tell him.

"If not, don't worry," Max spoke. Maybe she had been thinking about the answer for too long.

"No, of course. I'd love to,"

Was it a strange start? Yes. But only that afternoon they connected in such a strange way that it scared them. Y/N had two Siamese cats, Max had two Bengal cats. He spent hours on the sim, she could spend hours watching the same series, which wasn’t exactly the same, but close. They both supported FC Barcelona and the most surprising thing was that she had been on exchange in the Netherlands, at the same school Max was attending. The only thing was that he barely went to classes because he was going from championship to championship.

That afternoon it felt as if someone had made them meet, because it was too much of a coincidence to find someone so similar to you because of one suitcase.

"Will I see you in the paddock tomorrow?" Max asked, as they were saying goodbye.

"I hope so,"

"Stop by the Red Bull garage if you have time,"

Y/N nodded and bit her lip, still unable to believe the instant connection she had with Max. She even forgot she had terrible jet lag. At no point did she consider that this could end badly.

…

At the Brazil Grand Prix, they were already sharing a hotel room. Nobody knew yet that they were together so they could come and go as they pleased. Y/N was still a reporter for DAZN, although now that she spent so much time with Max her reports started to be shorter and with fewer details. She barely paid attention to the races, she stayed near the Red Bull garage, trying to see him when he entered the pits.

By that time, Y/N realized that maybe she was spending too much time with Max. In just those two weeks, Max had been pivoting between the sim and the hotel bed. At first, he said nice things to her and stayed with her for a while, asking her what she had been doing or what movie she was going to watch now. But the last time, he dressed immediately and went back to the sim.

Y/N even remembered how well they had connected and how comfortable she had felt, although it had only been fourteen days ago. She didn't even think about confronting him, after all, they were nothing, they never were.

Why? A serious relationship would only take up time that he could use for much more productive things for his career. That was better, even if it made the brunette feel as if he only wanted to satisfy himself with her.

"Max, it's late and I'm hungry, what if we go out for dinner?" Y/N entered her room where he had all the set up, it was the first time she saw it and she thought it was crazy that Max had all those screens, all those gadgets just to pretend to drive.

"I can't now, schat," he said, moving his hand a bit to try to make physical contact with her, but he didn't manage to because he didn't take his eyes off the screen.

"Well, remember we have the flight to Las Vegas tomorrow at noon. Come to bed soon," Y/N commented, looking at his crown.

She fell asleep before feeling Max's weight on the bed.

She didn't know why, but she really thought that in Vegas something would change, maybe because of the atmosphere or because it was the last races, maybe he would be slightly more relaxed now that he had practically won the championship. She even thought they would enter the paddock together, that she would have a fixed spot in the Red Bull garage or something, but a minimum of recognition from him towards her.

But it was quite the opposite. Max didn't show up in the paddock until Thursday afternoon while she had to be there since Tuesday. He made her take the plane alone and he didn't even text her when he landed. She had to find out he was already in Las Vegas when she saw him passing by her in the paddock and Y/N made a gesture to greet him, smile at him or make a simple gesture, but Max passed by without even looking at her.

That's when she realized she would have to confront him. He was behaving like a complete jerk, and Y/N was sure she wasn't the first woman who got fed up with him for that.

With a couple of calls and several messages, she managed to find out the hotel and the room where Max was staying. After a day full of interviews, Y/N went straight to the hotel address, knocking on his door.

"Hey, hello," he said, already in his pajamas and with a tired look. "I was thinking about you."

"Oh, me too," Seeing Max's hand on her waist, Y/N pulled away from him immediately.

Max raised his eyebrows at once, surprised by the abruptness of the brunette. "Are you alright?"

Y/N lowered her gaze slightly, choosing her words. Suddenly she was more than nervous to say something. "What… what are we?"

"In what sense?" he asked cautiously. He thought it was too soon for that conversation.

"What sense is it going to be?" she approached, realizing that Max probably was just a man like the rest, who had an unjustified fear of naming relationships.

"Uh," he said. Y/N blinked, waiting for a more complete sentence. "Do you want to make it public or something?"

Y/N ignored the 'or something', sticking only to the first words. She smiled a little, getting closer to Max.

"Is that what you want?" He asked again, putting his hands on her waist now that she let him.

"I would like that, yes," she nodded, before Max gave her a quick kiss. "You've been leaving me hanging for a few days."

"Schat, you know I have to train and prepare for the races," Max insisted, sliding his hands much lower than her waist.

Y/N was going to say something, but Max caught her lips and didn't let go until he felt satisfied.

On Friday they arrived together at the paddock, attracting attention from the media. They didn't talk much, she was afraid they would read her lips.

Y/N had to go with her team to interview the Ferrari team and they kissed in front of a couple of cameras as a goodbye. The image went viral in minutes. After finishing the interviews, she received a couple of comments from people around the paddock about how lucky Max was to have found her.

Y/N couldn't understand how he was the lucky one. After all, she was the one with the Formula 1 star pilot. She got on Twitter, seeing how several users commented on how amazing she was, how she had managed to make a name for herself in motorsport, how sweet and funny people found her, Y/N would never in her life use "funny" as an adjective to describe herself. And the best part, that Max should feel more than lucky to have her. That they made a practically perfect couple, that they coordinated super well. Just a few steps in the paddock had made them the couple of the moment. The example to follow.

Max won that race and jumped into her arms when he got out of the car, giving her a strong wet kiss in a very unsexy way. That totally took Y/N by surprise, she couldn't believe his first thought after winning was her. Who knows which of his PR team told him to do that.

"I'll see you in a few hours, wait for me in the hotel room," Max told her, kissing her cheek.

"Max, I also work here. I have to do interviews," she reminded him, with a somewhat serious look.

"Ah, alright,"

"Let me know when you're done," Y/N turned without saying or doing anything else.

She worked until late at night without being able to get out of her head that she and Max had progressed so much in the relationship that they had skipped all the really good parts, the honeymoon phase. And this time it had been her fault, it had been her idea to make it public maybe too soon.

She arrived at Max's room, which was dimly lit and cold. She took a long shower, still wondering what she should do now that their relationship wasn't working out at all.

When she came out of the shower, with wet hair and pajamas on, she found Max lying on the bed, sliding his finger over the screen of his cell phone.

"The shower is free now, were you waiting for long?" Y/N spoke, tilting her head slightly.

"I'm already showered, I was waiting for you," Max admitted with a sweet look.

"Oh," she said. "You didn't have to, I'm sure you're tired,"

Y/N walked cautiously to the free side of the bed, because they hadn't even talked about their sides of the bed. Max got up and changed his clothes, Y/N remembered how good shape Max was in and how good he was in bed as he was with the car. She discreetly bit her lip.

"I wanted to talk to you, actually," Max mentioned as he sat down next to her, giving Y/N goosebumps. "Did you see that people adore us?" Max hugged her by the shoulders, pulling her closer to him.

Y/N let out a sustained thread of air in her lungs and smiled. "Yes," It seemed strange to Max that that was the only thing that came out of Y/N's mouth. "Is that a good thing, isn't it?" he asked, now somewhat confused. "Of course, someone should."

Max blinked, now separating from her body so he could see her well. "What do you mean by that?"

"Since we don't adore each other," she mentioned, as if by chance.

"What do you mean by that?" Max asked, having no idea what Y/N was saying.

She sighed, shaking her head slightly. She wondered how someone couldn't realize something so simple.

"Forget it, Max," she fixed, getting comfortable in bed. "I'm tired."

"Wait, let's talk," he insisted, getting closer to her, with a worried look.

Y/N clicked her tongue, sitting up on the pillow. "Do you like me?"

"Of course, you're beautiful and attentive and intelligent. Why wouldn't I like you?"

That made her heart shrink a bit. "But do you see me as something lasting?"

Max thought about his answer. No. "I don't know,"

That was enough for Y/N to know the real answer, she clicked her tongue and moved slightly away from him.

"Y/N, you have to understand that I have a complicated job and…"

"For God's sake, Max, we both work in the same field. If you want to blame the distance or something like that, it won't work," Y/N denied, biting her cheek with anger.

Max pressed his lips, trying to hide that that was exactly what he was going to do.

"I think I better leave," Y/N commented, pulling the sheets.

Max saw all her movements, from when she got up until she picked up her things and left through the door. Y/N still somehow hoped he would say something, but Max didn't even move. He simply waited for her to leave so he could lie down and go to sleep.

Y/N didn't cry, she didn't even consider it. It had been a short time and there was no need to waste time thinking about what could have happened. For God's sake, she didn't even know if it had been a real relationship.

It had started perfectly but had been declining just a few days after they met.

In the last Grand Prix, Y/N was with her team most of the time, writing columns for DAZN's website report and preparing questions for her colleagues' interviews.

"Y/N, here are the questions for Max's interviews," her colleague said.

"Huh?"

"Everyone wants you to interview Max, for obvious reasons," he nodded, as if it were totally normal.

"I don't think it's a good idea," Y/N mentioned, making a face.

"Y/N, he and everyone else are waiting for the interview," he insisted, nodding his head behind his back. Y/N turned discreetly, observing Max leaning against a wall, trying so hard not to look at her.

"Fuck," she muttered with a soft frown. "Ok, let's do this quick,"

She standed up with a bored and sick stare, there was Red Bull's engineers everywhere and even people taking pictures of her.

"Hey," he greeted her as she approached.

"Let's get this over with quickly, okay?" she nodded.

"Try not to be too harsh, people still think we're together," Max commented.

Y/N's gaze hardened. "I'll do whatever I want, Max," she clenched her jaw and gave the cameraman a nod to start broadcasting the interview.

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All to avoid you - George Russell x AstonMartinDriver! Reader

Plot: George crashes on the last lap of the Aussie 24 Grand Prix landing himself in the middle of the road. She wasn't far behind and the yellow flag didn't come out in time, her engineer not communicating to her makes her forcefully crash herself out.

A/N: This whole race from start to finish was absolutely wild. Well done to all the drivers that were able to keep George safe while he was in this tricky position! However, this is just a work of fiction what is here!

Credits to umgeorge for the GIF

It was the last lap of the Australian Grand Prix and you'd just overtaken Lance your team-mate, you knew you were gaining on George and you hoped that you could push a little harder.

But George having broke early to avoid hitting Fernando landed his car in the middle of the road, still inside it. And where you were gaining on him the time between him crashing and rolling into the middle of the road and the yellow flag coming up wasn't enough time for you to safely slow your car down. You had seen his car before your engineer and the yellow flag came up.

You swerved to avoid the car, knowing it was fresh and that George would still have been in there. The debris from the wreck rolled under your car and came for the floor meaning you also spun out from the harsh breaking.

"George in the middle-" you hear before the radio cuts out and your car is flipped over.

"And I don't think that yellow flag was called quick enough that is Y/N Y/L/N also out of the race with a nasty crash now just ahead of Russell on the crash and it looks like, her car has fully flipped over!" the commentator adds, looking at the Aston Martin now on it's roof.

"And it doesn't look like she's coming through on radio either..." another commentator adds.

"Y/N can you hear me?" comes through your radio.

"Y-Yeah" you gasp out clutching your chest that felt heavy.

"What happened?" you asked.

"I'm sorry! His crash wasn't called out quick enough and there wasn't a yellow flag by the time you reached him. It happened so quick!" he explains and you nod.

"And is Lance okay, he wasn't too far behind me!" you ask worried about your teammate and the driver in the middle of the road.

"Medical car has stopped for George, they are coming for you as well, just hold on. Lance is okay. His engineer called it quick enough to slow him down. He's asking about you!" he explains and you try to slip out from the car.

You take the wheel and just it out the other side of the halo so its on the grass before you attempt to crawl your way out. A hand comes down and a marshal is there reaching out to help pull you out.

You managed to get out the car with a twist and shimmy, standing up and brushing the dust off you and taking your helmet off and holding it in one hand at the side.

The marshal hands you the wheel before asking if you were okay to get yourself to the car yourself.

"Yeah, I'm all good thank you for helping me out!" you smile and nod before making sure it's safe to jog over to where the safety car has parked up near both the wrecks.

You jump in the back sitting next to George.

"You okay?" you ask and he looks at you with a face like thunder.

"Alright, before you throw a hissy fit and yell at me, check my on-board before you get back. There was no flag and no radio from my engineer until I had already swerved around you to avoid you. So before you run your mouth check!" you huff annoyed with him before looking out the tinted window as the car drives the pair of you away.

"I'm sorry, I'm just angry my race was ruined" he sighs and looks over at you, you arent looking back at him. You refuse to give him that satisfaction.

"I am too...if i kept going at the speed I was I would have passed you and now I have no points for the team. Fuck Lawrence isn't going to be happy" you say.

"I mean, the crash wasn't your fault. It was your engineer and the FIA for not calling the flag quicker!" he offers and you nod, knowing it wasn't but a man like Lawrence, he had it out for you constantly, especially when you performed better than his son.

"He'll find a way to make it my fault unfortunately!" you sign and George looks over at you.

"Why do you stand for that?" he asks seriously.

"Well, right now I don't see any better options" you sigh knowing you'd struggled getting a seat in F1 and right now Lawrence was the only person willing to take the risk by accepting you.

The risk working in his favour as more feminine brands were looking to offer up sponsorships for the team having a female driver in the seat.

"I mean, this year is the year to change if your going to. So many seats are free" he says trying to sound positive but you knew you'd have to graft hard if you wanted to change team.

"Mmmmmm, we'll see" you say.

"I'm sorry, for you know yelling at you the minute you jumped out the car.

"I know it's okay... i get that you are mad!" you sigh looking over to him and smiling, a genuine look passed between the two of you, knowing it was just racing at the end of the day.

And when you were both asked by interviewers who you thought was to blame you both said that it just happened to be an incident in the line of racing... both having some of the calmest interviews despite what happened on track.

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If Hades raised Nico and Bianca Part 26 (Babysitting)

Artemis, entering: Apollo, where is- Who is that?

Apollo, holding baby Nico: Hm? Him? Oh, this is Uncle Hades' son. His name is Nico. He's squishy

Artemis: Well, he is adorable *approaches*

Apollo: *turning away* Hey, back off. He's my squishy. Get your own.

Artemis:

Bianca: *tugs on Artemis' clothes*

Artemis: *looks down* Oh...well hello there. *picks her up* What's your name?

---

Bianca: Uncle, look! I found a seashell!

Poseidon: Oh, that's a pretty one, Bianca. It's shiny, too.

Bianca: Can I keep it?

Poseidon: Of course

Nico, pulling Poseidon's arm: Uncle Popo! Uncle Popo!

Poseidon: Woah. Slow down there, Nico. What's wrong?

Nico: Look! *shows baby turtles crawling to the sea*

Poseidon: Oh, look at that. They're going to the sea for the first time.

Nico: We have to help them! *tries to pick one up*

Poseidon: Uph! Not so fast, little one. We can't do that.

Nico: But-

Poseidon: They have to do it on their own. Or else they'll never learn how.

---

Bianca: AARRGH!

Ares: *sigh* C'mon. One more time

Bianca: I don't wanna anymore. This is stupid. >:(

Ares: Look, it's normal to fall on your first few times.

Bianca: But I've been practicing for months now.

Ares: Doesn't matter; you'll still fall. Doesn't matter how good you are. You'll still make mistakes. But if you want to be better than now, then you have to keep going. Understand?

Bianca: Yes, Mr. Ares.

Ares: Alright, c'mon. Stand up, dust yourself off, and let's perfect this dance.

---

Nico, playing with Hera's peacocks: Hehe, hehe. Pretty.

Hera: Who are you?

Nico: Hm?

Hera: How did you get in here?

Nico: I-I...

Hera: What are you doing in here?

Nico: ...the peacocks...

Hera: What?

Nico: The peacocks were hungry. So I gave them food. They took me in here.

Hera:

Nico: I'm sorry, Ms. Hera.

Hera: *sigh then picks him up* You shouldn't be here, little one. Olympus is not a playground for you to wander on.

Nico: I'm sorry.

Hera: And it's very rude to enter someone's chambers without their permission.

---

Aphrodite, waking up: *looks in the mirror to see her hair full of flowers* What the-

Aphrodite: *looks back in her bed*

Nico: *sleeping with a basket of flowers on the side of the bed*

...

Bianca: Ms. Aphrodite

Aphrodite, braiding Bianca's hair: Yes, Bianca?

Bianca: What if I don't want to fall in love? Will you get mad at me?

Aphrodite: Of course not. Love isn't for everyone. Some people prefer to focus on other things like their work or something else.

Bianca: But...I don't wanna be lonely

Aphrodite: You don't have to be. Just because you don't want to fall in love with others doesn't mean they don't love you. And it wont always be a romantic kind of love.

Bianca: What do you mean?

Aphrodite: Hmm, you know how you love your brother very much? Well, that's a different kind of love. Or when you love your friends, that's also a different kind of love.

Bianca: So...you'd be okay if I never get a husband?

Aphrodite: Of course I would. You'd only be hurting yourself if you're forcing yourself to love someone you don't really love. *finishes braiding her hair* And, done!

Bianca, looks in the mirror: ...wow

Aphrodite: Do you like it?

Bianca: I love it...I look like mama

---

Nico: O-once...up-upon...a time... *trying to read Puss in Boots*

Athena: You're doing well, Nico.

Bianca, pointing to a word in her book: Ms. Athena, what does this word mean? Exqui-Exquisite?

Athena: It's an adjective. When something is exquisite, it means it looks beautiful.

---

Nico: Choo choo! Uncle Hepha! Can I play with choo choo?

Hephaestus: Sure, why not? Just don't touch it, okay? You'll hurt yourself.

Bianca: Uncle Hephaestus, can you please fix this? *shows him a trinket*

Hephaestus: What is it? *takes it*

Bianca: It was our mama's music box. When you open it, it should make a pretty sound and the people in the middle should dance around. But they stopped dancing.

Hephaestus: Alright. I'll try and fix it. But I can't guarantee you that I can

---

Nico: HAHAHAHAHA! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN!

Hermes: Nico, we've run around 5 times already. You're gonna throw up at this point

Nico: No, I'm not.

Hermes: Yes, you are. That's enough running around.

Nico: Aww :(

Hermes: How about instead, we go and prank your Uncle Apollo? :D

Nico: YEA!

Hermes: What are we thinking? Cut the reigns on his chariot? Cover his chambers in tin foil? Shoot him in the butt?

---

Zeus: Ah! Hello, little ones. Why don't you come here and give your uncle Zeus a hug?

Bianca:

Nico:

Zeus: Come on

Nico: *throws the dummy sword Zagreus gave him*

Bianca: *throws the dummy sword Achilles gave her*

Zeus: Ow!

Hades: ...good work, children! :D

#pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson incorrect quotes #pjo incorrect quotes #incorrect percy jackson quotes #incorrect quotes #nico di angelo #bianca di angelo #hades #zeus #poseidon #greek mythology #artemis #apollo #hera #hephaestus #hermes #aphrodite #athena #ares

[blindrapture]

In 2011, I started writing a thing, on a whim. In 2013, I finished it. A lot of people seemed to love it? Then over the next decade, I put a lot of work into expanding and editing it, with plans for a complete physical book release that didn't happen. Well, here it is again. As an internet novel. A finished novel, this time.

I will start posting the story on May 21st, 2024. May 22nd will be a day of rest. And then, from May 23rd until October 21st, every day will see a new chapter-- a new log. ("F-Five months?? How long is this novel?" Oh yeah, good point. That won't actually get us to the end. There may be another eight, ten days of chapters afterwards. It is important, however, to emphasize the May 21 - October 21 model.)

I will make sure to put the bulk of the contents under "Read More" breaks, so each log won't clutter your browsing experience.

The logs will have art in them. Not as much as in the original draft, but there will still be some. As of May 1st, I expect art by Rappu, RealaChao, Wiratomkinder, and Vis.

I plan on supplementing the logs with the occasional post talking about the making and intention of the story. I dunno, it's gonna be a five-month distribution period, I'm gonna get antsy during that and am gonna want to ramble. That'll be separate content, though.

And when the story is fully and completely posted on tumblr, I will release the full novel on my Website, where I like to keep the rest of my creations. Both the tumblr novel and the Website novel will be free reading, forever. I reserve the right to try again at a paid physical edition afterwards.

So! That's it. Rapture is coming. OH GOD THE RAPTURE IS BURNING is coming.

Trigger Warnings: Sex, Gods, and Rock & Roll. (violence. some swear words. teenage angst, cringe. death. insects. surrealism. symbolism. unpredictability of what will be explained and what won't. sexual acts with dubious consent-- you will be able to skip that part. religious iconography. and so much prog rock.)

Get ready for it.

#writing #tumblr novel #the fear mythos #you do not have to know anything about the fear mythos to read #books #i have worked on this for 13 years. you would be surprised at just how much work went into it. #horror #anti-horror #comedy #anti-comedy #'what the hell does that mean. anti-horror. anti-comedy.' rapture is sprawling and does not like to stay in one place. #rapture is like. honestly just my attempt at art. at making statements about genre and boundary and limit. #maybe i should say 'trigger warning: art' as a joke. but that sounds even more pretentious than anything else. #longpost #there... will be longposts. this longpost is nothing in comparison to what is to come.

[mayu-otome]

William Rex 2nd Birthday Epilogue

These translations are solely for entertainment and not profit. Accuracy is not 100% guaranteed. (quick note that English and Japanese are not my native language and there might be some errors and mistakes in my grammar and wording in the translation)

Divider Credit to @/natimiles

This story is in William’s POV

From time to time, I recall the sincerity Kate had when she held my hand and made the decision to live with me.

I have no regrets about taking everything in her life with these hands.

That's why, in this moment, I’ll sing my ultimate love for you.

William: Victor, a fine red wine for you.

Victor: Vintage red wine... oh, is this to thank me for giving you a day off after your birthday?

William: It's for giving you extra work even though you're already a very busy man.

Victor: I don't mind it at all! I find it rewarding to work for you and Kate.

Victor: But I shall accept this, still. Let's have a drink with Kate later.

(As generous as ever, aren't you?)

Victor accepted the bottle of wine in high spirits, his gaze focused onto my hands.

Victor: What's that, William?

William: Oh, I just went to receive the photograph I took with Kate on my birthday.

Victor: A photograph of you and Kate? Let me see it too...

William: Certainly.

Victor: ... Ah, how nice. This is a very nice photograph.

Victor: I'm sure the future generations will remember you two as the self-righteous king and his partner.

William: I hope that Kate won't be criticized as a princess who was tempted by evil and driven mad.

Victor: Even if she were to be called that, I think that girl would laugh and be happy about it.

William: Yeah, without a doubt.

Victor: ……

Victor: ... Will. Most things are imaginable to me.

William: You're rather confident in yourself, aren't you, Vic?

Victor: I don't mean to say that I'm special.

Victor: Humans have fates.

Victor: Life gets branched out into countless different paths, but fate guides us to where we ultimately belong.

Victor: Much like how a river will eventually reach the sea.

William: Like how my fate is for my own ferocity to destroy me?

Victor: Yes, it may feel much firmer to the Cursed.

Victor: Humans are creatures that will resist their predetermined fates, seeking freedom.

Victor: But you, William, accepted and loved your fate.

Victor: Ever since I met you for the first time in the palace.

(... Ahh, this feels nostalgic.)

William: To me, letting fate lead me by the nose is no different from being unable to be the master of my own life.

William: That's why I chose to accept and love it.

Victor: I understand that's the kind of person you are. It's just, I feel a little bit of loneliness.

William: Lonely, hmm? Why so?

Victor: That's…

Victor: That's because you are beautiful, self-righteous, and — there didn't seem to be an end to your loneliness.

Victor: That's why I'm glad that there's someone who will share this fate with you.

Victor: ... It must've been so unbearable.

As I left the office after my conversation with Victor, I couldn't help but smile.

(... I've been alone for the longest time, huh.)

Those words from my longtime friend were rather difficult to ignore.

(I never meant to be alone.)

I love humans, and I love watching them living freely more than anything.

Yet, I knew that the closer I got to them, the more likely they would be dragged into my own destruction.

(That's why I chose to be self-righteous.)

(Like rainfall after a drought that will leave when the time comes)

(I never thought of it to be lonely or inconvenient.)

(Still...)

<flashback>

Kate: Sometimes… I wonder…What kind of facial expression will I be wearing when my ultimate destruction comes?

Kate: I think… I’ll surely be smiling happily.

William: … And when I’m holding your happily smiling dead body in my arms, your poison will spread and stop my breathing too.

Kate: … At that point of time, shall we go to sleep together at the finishing line?

<flashback ends>

(Meeting Kate made me conscious of it.)

(Living with Kate has made me even freer.)

Just like I became free by living with Kate,

I feel that Kate has also become free in every way by living with me.

It was only the two of us, but we were as free as we could be.

(I want to see Kate's face......Let's go see her)

I left the palace and passed through the dense forest until the faint sound of the piano could be heard.

Drawn to the melody, I headed toward the grand hall.

There sat the person I expected to see, her fingers dancing across the black and white keys of the piano.

William: Kate

Kate: ……Will!

Kate: Hehe, I knew you would come.

William: You knew?

Kate: I couldn't find you anywhere, so I thought that you'd notice if I played the piano.

William: How does it feel to have lured the self-righting king into the palms of your hands?

Kate: You make me sound like a supervillain…

William: Ahahaha!

Kate: Oh, Will, you went to pick up the photograph right?

William: Yeah, you too?

Kate: Yes, but you beat me to it.

Kate turned her eyes onto the photograph in my hand

Her gaze contained both anticipation and excitement, she looked as though unable to wait any longer to see it.

I sat next to her on the stool and handed Kate the photograph; and she got so absorbed in staring at it, as though she had lost track of time.

There we were, smiling while cuddled together.

William: What do you think?

Kate: .... We look very happy.

William: Yeah, you're right.

Kate: ... But my heart was even happier.

Kate looked up from the photo and turned her gaze to me.

Kate's eyes contained a beautiful light, burning with life.

(What’s in your heart can never be seen by others)

Therefore, no one will know what the two people in this photograph were really thinking.

(But only I know what’s inside Kate’s heart)

(And only Kate knows what’s inside my heart)

(That's fine, because that's the truth.)

William: Speaking of which, what was the song you were playing earlier?

Kate: It's K.265 by Mozart in C Major.

William: It's become your signature song, hasn't it?

Kate: I practiced a lot because I wanted you to hear it.

William: Did u know, Kate? This piano variation has a theme and 12 variations.

William: It was originally a song about the sweet pain of falling in love after making a wrong step.

Kate: ….. I see

Kate's fingertips caress the keyboard tenderly.

Kate: Hey, Will. If only there were no such thing as suffering.

Kate: But, to me, this is a happy song about loving someone so much that it hurts.

Kate: It's strange how the pain you go through in order to love someone sometimes enriches your life.

Kate smiled as she said that, looking as beautiful as a flower blooming in spring

By my side, she becomes more free and beautiful day by day

I found that incredibly endearing.

William: I'd like to hear the rest. You stopped playing in the middle of the second variation.

Kate: Yes, of course Will.

Kate: Okay, let’s continue.

Kate's fingers danced over the keys, a beautiful melody echoed through the air.

I wanted to make this sound, this sight, and this sparkle of life named Kate mine.

An impulse that contradicts freedom wells up, and I smiled inside.

(Kate)

(I love this moment when I'm living with you)

I placed kisses on Kate's hair, neck, and cheek.

Kate: .. W-Will

William: Go on

Kate: But…..

William: I want you and the music you're playing. I can't help it, you know?

Kate: ... Jeez…

The music started to lose a little tempo as it approached the ending.

The moment Kate's fingers stopped playing, I would steal her lips.

The kiss awaiting her at the end was sure to be the best and the most sinful.

#william rex #ikevil #ikemen villains #ikevil william

[tb3ih]

growing pains | geto suguru

[ GIRL DAD!SUGURU doesn't think he can handle his growing girls ] fluff!!!

"kohana, hold still," suguru pleads, voice muffled just slightly by the hair tie clenched between his teeth, brows creased together in concentration as he attempts to tame the locks of onyx silk on the little girl sitting not-so-still in front of him. the poor guy still had her omelette in the pan when she came begging to have her hair done the way she saw you do yours.

and of course, suguru being the softie he was, could only hold his large hand out with a sigh as she dropped a few accessories in his palm to adorn her hair with. you had a stressful night at work last night, a meeting run overtime well past the girls' bedtimes (which he knew put you in the worst of moods because you absolutely adored your little ones), so he knew he had to take over the morning shift with the girls today.

perhaps it was your absence which left the two girls a little more chaotic than usual, their normally neutralized demeanors suddenly nowhere to be seen. luckily he was able to convince the youngest, kaiyah, to finish her breakfast with the persuasion of some cartoons, not to mention, her short hair needed nothing more than brushing and the correctly colored bow.

your oldest on the other hand was a little tricky. though independently dressing herself now, she didn't quite have the skill to do some of the hairstyles by herself. and because you were nowhere to be seen, it only seemed reasonable to ask her papa.

"daddy, i'm hungry!" though she's not as loud, kohana resembles you in both her stubbornness and pout, a look she wears as often as the slight furrow in her brow when she disapproves of something.

suguru can only hum, tying the last bit of hair up to resemble the look she wanted. the lotus hairpin was the last bit of decoration he added before finally allowing her to hop up from her seat and join her sister at the kitchen island for breakfast. when he stands, the dark-haired male is quick to help his eldest to some utensils before placing her plate in front of her, moving to start the dishes while the two eat.

"itadakimasu~!" kohana begins digging in without a second thought, a small smile coming to pull at the tired man's lips.

when the two girls finish, they place their plates by the sink, allowing suguru to retrieve them for a rinse before being placed in the dishwasher. "alright girls, go get your shoes, please."

there's giggling followed by small footsteps as the two go rushing to the front closet where all the shoes are kept. he finishes soon after drying his hands on a towel before going to check in on the girls, two backpacks in either hand. velcro in place on both of their shoes, kaiyah and kohana are already reaching for their bags, smiles on their faces as the oldest laughs out a "thank you" and the youngest mutters a small "thank you, daddy".

"alright girls, are you ready?"

"mhm!" kohana replies, turning to her sister and grabbing her hand. "let's go!"

they're just stepping out of the door when kaiyah, your youngest, turns to look over her shoulder at her awaiting father, causing him to halt in his follwoing footsteps. "daddy, you don't have to worry about us, we can go by ourselves!"

and this moment only leaves him dumbfounded, as he had planned to walk them to their usual bus stop like always. when did this routine stop? had you known about this?

"w-well, are you sure?" suguru scratches the back of his neck, thinking of the worst of this proposition, "i don't mind, i love walking with you girls..."

kohana only giggles at her father, urging her little sister by where they are linked at the hands. "we'll be late daddy, we have to go!"

and so he lets them, his waving hand slowly coming to a stop when he sees the two skip out of sight and into the street from the front door. it's not a big thing, but it's something, and poor suguru who didn't think much of the idea of letting his daughters go but if it felt this way when they were this small, he wasn't sure if he could keep doing this.

and so when he finally closes the front door and moves back to the kitchen to clean up, he finds a little bit of relief for his aching heart, settling back into the comfort of the sheets with you in the master bedroom. you stir a little, sleepy eyes finding his with a soft smile.

"mm, suguru? what's wrong?" the male doesn't make much of a reply, only sighing as you pull him into your embrace, your warm chasing the tension from his frame.

there's a moment of silence before you hear him inhale, letting out a small sigh before his violet irises meet yours. "you didn't tell me they walk themselves now..."

and you smile, teeth pulling at your lip to bite back your laugh. you loved your husband, but this was too damn adorable. "hmm, they're growing up, huh?" you bring a hand to thread through his hair, and he closes his eyes for a second, his lips pressing a chaste kiss against your forearm as you continue your ministrations.

"i... knew this would come, but i didn't think..." suguru doesn't have to finish what he's saying for you to understand, because you felt the same thing when kohana asked to dress herself or when kaiyah started putting her dirty dishes on the counter to help you after dinner. "is it supposed to hurt?"

you laugh a little, your hand pressing against his face before offering him a small kiss. "it's just growing pains, honey," you say softly, "it doesn't get better but it'll make your memories happier."

your husband sighs, pulling you closer to settle into the crook of your neck. he breathes you in deeply and the two of you lay for a moment together in your little world of peace. "...okay."

you hum, "okay?"

"okay," he replies.

© tb3ih mmxxiv all rights reserved.

#xx tb3ih #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #geto #geto suguru #suguru geto #geto fluff #geto suguru fluff #suguru geto fluff #fluff #geto x reader #geto x you #getou #getou suguru #suguru getou #jjk geto #jjk getou #getou x reader #jujutsu geto

[calebwidgast]

🏎️ carlos sainz: favorite teammates?

hmmmmmmmm, good question... now this turned into a whole thing so my apologies 😭

first, i absolutely can't chose just one teammate pairing so i'll choose three... (+ one extra) 😂

lance and fernando: yapper and non-yapper 1.0. now... people who look at them and say they have such a sweet father/son dynamic... what do you mean?? 'cause yes, they have a mentor/mentee dynamic but that is absolutely not the same?? lance literally pinched the old man's butt?? in front of god and the grid?? fernando kissed this man after one race together?? and lance, when talking about fernando and his career, said 'he's a pretty good driver. he's done alright over the years.' with this huge grin on his face like the little shit he is?? and fernando is just incapable of being chill about lance?? whenever lance uploads something to instagram, within 2 minutes you can see the little 'liked by fernandoalo_oficial' marker on the post?? lance when asked who his biggest idol was growing up, whilst standing next to fernando on stage, straight up said 'michael schumacher. i was just a fan of the sport growing up, i loved racing. i watched fernando in my young years… he was the guy winning the races and championships. but i'm not gonna lie, i was cheering for michael at the time but… still really happy to have fernando in the team now and really excited to work together', again with a huge fucking grin on his face and whilst fernando was standing right next to him?? lance and fernando just checking in on each other during races?? and suggesting set up changes for each other?? and notorious war criminal fernando alonso continually enduring being in his hated former teammate estie bestie's company just so they can both spend the time staring adoringly at lance?? nANDO FREAKING SHOWED UP TO THE GRID IN LANCE MERCH?? aston martin literally uploaded a lance and fernando edit set to the lyrics:

'i like the way you kiss me, i can tell you miss me i can tell it hits, hits, hits, hits not tryna be romantic, i’ll hit it from the back just so you don’t get attached (‘tached, 'tached, 'tached)'

...anyway i'm completely unnormal about them and i blame @raapija for introducing me to them.

oscar and lando: yapper and non-yapper 2.0. they're so interesting to me 'cause oscar literally looks at lando like he hung the freaking moon (exhibit a: the 'finish the lyrics' video)?? also lando clearly hates losing to oscar whenever they do games or quizzes but also always gives oscar a way back in the game and then cries when he loses to oscar because of it (exhibit b: the summer games video)?? oscar constantly correcting lando when they first became teammates and he still kinda does but now he does it in a much softer way?? and usually waits for lando to look at him like he needs help with a certain word or phrase?? and lando's utter fascination with oscar's floppy hair?? and they're not very physically affectionate with each other but can't seem to stand further than like .2 centimeters apart?? but i'm pretty sure they don't spend any time together off the grid which... #healthyworklifebalance but whatever 😭😂

valtteri and guanyu: just the chillest dudes on the grid being chill together, drinking tea/coffee and staying out of the drama. (zhou making a helmet for the melbourne gp with valtteri's face on it!!)

honourable mention: prema logan and oscar!! i've been watching old f2 and f3 races and baby logan and oscar are everything to me okay!! all the weird shit prema made them do for Content™ really solidified their friendship okay!!

#replies #fernandoalonzoo #f1 #fernando alonso #lance stroll #strollonso #lando norris #oscar piastri #landoscar #valtteri bottas #zhou guanyu #logan sargeant #loscar #(<- tagging this so i can find it later)

[oukabarsburgblr]

hii!! this is so embarassing to ask because i never do this,, but by any chance do you have plans on making a continuation of the ybc x male reader fic? i enjoyed it like SO MUCH 🥹 i'd like to know more of reader's relationship with the characters, especially some of them who seems to be into him (akemi, kashima, tamura, toono? etcetc) 👉👈 more smut would be appreciated too heheh love to see the reader getting manhandled and all 🤭 thank you for your hard work by the way!! big fan of your works 💖💖

drabble...aftermath of YBC

FEATURING : AKEMI, TAMURA, KASHIMA, TOONO x male reader

Pls dont be embarassed to flood my inbox hahaha. i feel like my work is appreciated when they do. Thank you for reading my posts! I dont intend to continue on YBC since the manga itself is unfinished and i prioritise the plot of the original manga. Although i did promise a small fic somewhere in my old comments so heres a snack 🌭

Spanking, filming, talking, dubcon, small smut (not as much as the previous one)

(m/n) liked to believe that his life would continue as normal after that. Maybe he shouldn't really put his trust in those perverts. Akemi out of all people.

"Look here, (m/n)-chan~"

The blonde cooed, pulling the (h/c)'s face up to look at the camera in front of them. (m/n) only drooled, his body limp on the singular bed with Akemi humping his ass in the blonde's room.

The day before, was the revolutionary gangbang and (m/n) passed out, too tired to even clean himself but he awoke in the president's room. His body was cleaned and expected his lower half ached but he didn't expect the blonde to climb on top of him asking for seconds.

"Ahn! You're so- mmmff cute, (m/n)!" Akemi mewled, pounding his dick into the (h/c)'s ass, who was on his knees, his teary-eyed cock-drunk face facing the camera, giving his best lewd face with the bed creaking underneath them.

Akemi proposed for a video, wanting a memento of their special moment, albeit (m/n) was no longer a virgin, he reassured (m/n) that he was still as sensitive as one.

"Mmmn ughh unh-" (m/n)'s breath hitched, he fisted the sheets underneath him as his sore hole leaked lube and twitched every time Akemi thrusted his dick in. He was not sober, still drowsy from yesterday's pounding session but he let the blonde ravaged him, too tired to resist, and it was a win for him too.

Pushing his hips back, (m/n) weakly tried to fuck himself on the blonde too, the president laughing and kissing his back with encouragement. "You really are the best. Even better than us Yaribu!" Akemi licked and bit his neck, drawing out whimpers from the (h/c).

Akemi pulled out and quickly finished himself on (m/n)'s ass, making sure the camera caught view of his cum smeared all over the (h/c)'s bottom and dripping down his back. (m/n) whined, he wanted another round as Akemi leaned forward to grab the phone, pulling (m/n) up and shoving it in his face.

"Say 'not a virgin'~" (m/n) did not say it, only frowning and smacking the laughing blonde who delved into the former's previous request, making sure he recorded every single orgasm (m/n) achieved, his camera lens capturing his squirting cum-filled hole.

-

Tamura was a bit nicer to (m/n) when it comes to sex. Although his mouth was foul, he was a cooperating person in intimacy. They were friends, maybe. But the (h/c) wished the fucker would shut up at times.

"Come on, senpai. Pretty sure you can go faster than that!"

They would fuck if they had run into each other, if his vice-captain wasn't by his side, of course. Tamura sloppily making out with (m/n) as they stumble somewhere private to satiate their lust, in this case, the janitor's closet.

(m/n) had tears slipping down his chin, whines from his throat as he rode the blue-haired second year. His knees scratched against the wooden floor, his ass slapping on top of Tamura's thighs and his anus swallowing the latter's veiny cock.

"Ahn ahn ahh ah! Mmff- I'm gonna cum! C-Cumming- soon-" (m/n) squealed as he squirted out ropes of cum onto Tamura's abs, his hole clenching around the latter who quickly thrusted up into the squirming third year. "Who knew you had this side of you!"

The second year kissed (m/n), his tongue shoved down the latter's throat before pulling out to mock him again. "You have such a neat face and a polite facade. You're the perfect slut!"

Slapping Tamura, (m/n) hissed in pain as the second year dug his nails into his waist. "Fuck you." Tamura licked his lips in excitement. "I like you." He purred, aroused at getting cursed at.

-

Kashima was the sweetest. In sex and in person.

"(m/n)-senpai!" The first year ran to him, catching up at the other end of a hallway. "How are you today?"

He grinned and would suck up to the volleyball captain, wanting his attention from his other crush. Kashima would often try to run into the third year, crossing paths in the upperclass' hallways or passing by the volleyball gym. It was cute, to say the most, Kashima's little crush that is.

It wasn't so little when he was in other positions.

"(m/n)-senpai urmmff! I like you! Ngh mmngg-" Kashima held up (m/n) against the shower room, the (h/c) pulling him in when there was no one and they slobbered over each other, tearing clothes off and the first year was so passionate with him.

But (m/n) knew his mind would drift elsewhere. Toono, to be exact.

(m/n) panted, his arms around the ravenette's neck, his legs locking around Kashima's torso who was pounding his hips into (m/n)'s against the cold and wet wall. His eyes lulled back into his skull at Kashima's rough thrusts.

He knew there was something going on between Kashima and Toono, he saw it during the end of the gangbang. And he had no plans to interfere, only indulging in Kashima's affections for him as he doted on his kind kouhai.

-

Toono was still embarrassed to face the third year, hiding away every time their eyes clashed and jumping into bushes if the (h/c) so happened to be walking by. It was annoying and amusing to the third year, the reaper who had brought him to the Yaribu's room.

But it was getting tired to see him running away.

"Stop being so scared of me."

(m/n) confronted the brunette, who cornered himself in the library when the (h/c) had only wanted to grab a book for his upcoming studies. Toono nodded wildly, agreeing with the third year. "Y-Yes! Of course, senpai!"

The (h/c) rolled his eyes. "I told you, I'm fine. It wasn't that bad, it was fun too!" "FUN???" (m/n) pressed his lips into a thin line. "Duh. It's a gangbang." "B-But, we're guys so-"

The captain grabbed his face and smacked their lips together, wanting to shut up the stammering brunnette. It wasn't the most morally correct action but it felt right and Toono wouldn't shut up about his oh so heterosexual-ness.

Toono was stiff at first before he began to melt into the kiss, his hands shaking as he gripped onto (m/n)'s shirt. The (h/c) pulled away, gazing down at the blushing first year. "You should stop talking about 'we're all men' stuff, okay? It's repetitive and a fib."

The brunette only nodded, in awe of the third year. (m/n) promptly left the starstruck Toono, as he ushered himself out of the library with a satisfied huff.

[END SCENE]

[unedited]

Afterthoughts :

The anime left out so many things in the manga i just speedrunned an hour ago. Like they did NOT look like twinks. I could not find a future with Shikatani, Itome, Yaguchi, Jimmy and Yuri for this specific scenario, like they would not gaf, especially Itome who would definitely plan to murder (m/n) at one point.

With said, I would not be writing for YBC (except for that one user rq i forgot the username to) not until Kashima and Toono finally get together properly. I LURVE KASHIMA ARGH.

Sorry for those who's seen the cropped out fic for this and im aware i did not put my 100% for this mess. I dont think i can write properly any time soon and I just realised I'm terrible with requests haha. Think im gonna focus on my ocs more. Had so much fun with those aus.

BONUS :

Daisuke grasped his captain's face, licking (m/n)'s lips as they stumbled onto the desk of the empty classroom. "I can't stand it. Seeing you with them." The (h/c) felt shivers run down his spine as Daisuke pulled his uniform off. "It just happens. Thought nothing would change."

(m/n) gasped out, his body lying on the table as Daisuke pressed himself on top of the (h/c), his heart racing and his hands shaking. "I was furious. Furious at them for harassing you. But I never thought you'd go to them." "People are making a big fuss out of my virginity. It's just sex- mmff!"

The (h/c) covered his mouth as Daisuke shoved his hand into his pants, fondling and pressing his crotch. "You are everything to me, (m/n). Everything I could ever wish for." Daisuke kissed his captain's neck, pulling off his own shirt.

"You are the pinnacle of my sins and greed."

(m/n) felt his heart was beating so fast, his hands groping the ravenette's chest as he opened his legs further, helping Daisuke shuffle his pants off. "Should've told me sooner." He mumbled, licking and biting Daisuke's neck.

"I was waiting for you first." Daisuke snapped back, pulling (m/n)'s face and shoving his tongue against the latter's, making out passionately, drool slipping out from the corner of their mouths.

"It's my fault then?" The captain teased, his mind getting hotter as he bucked his hips against Daisuke's. "No. I could never blame you. It's those stupid perverts."

(m/n) laughed as he cupped the pouting ravenette's cheeks. "You have no one to blame but yourself." He winked at his vice-captain. "Then let me make up to you." Daisuke grinned, his body pressing more against the twitching (h/c), only the evening sun baring witness to their ludicrous confessions.

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The difference in quality w my oc and the ybc members???? I failed you all💀 ill edit it properly

[buddysblogs123]

ARSENAL X TEEN MATILDAS READER

y/n pov

It was coming close to christmas and all my arsenal teammates were preparing to go back to their homes for the holiday. during training that's what was talked about the most, what they were doing for christmas, who they were spending it with, when people were flying home. I tried my best to distance myself from the girls while they talked about it, not wanting to be asked what i would be doing for the holiday. I wasn't going to fly back home to australia and spend christmas with my toxic parents who ended up kicking me out at 16. If my teammates found out about this they would freak, being very overprotective seeing as i'm the youngest on the team and living by myself in a different country.

"when are you flying home for christmas kid?"

A Irish accent rings in my ear as an arm slings around my shoulder bringing me into a side hug as i walk towards the locker room. I slightly look up to make eye contact with katie as i try to think of something to say.

"i'm not" i say blandly looking down at the ground as i enter the locker room.

"Your not going back to australia for christmas?" katie says rather loudly, causing a lot of attention towards us especially from the three other aussies in the room.

"nope" i say popping the 'p' as i sit down in my cubby and start taking off my boots.

"your spending the holiday in london with your family? That's sweet" leah's the next one to speak up as she walks over.

"yeah um something like that" you murmured as you quickly took of your training gear and changed into a pair of fresh clothes, not noticing the confused looks between leah, katie and your australian teammates.

Before they could ask you anymore questions your phone began to ring, staring at the australian number you knew all to well you completely froze. everyone in the locker room looked at each other with confused expressions as they noticed your hands shake as you completely power off your phone and toss it into your bag.

"i-er- i have to go, i'll see yous tomorrow" you say quickly, slinging your training bag around your shoulder and speed walk towards the exit.

"you not coming to team bonding tonight?" beth speaks up rather loudly.

"i cant sorry i have a shit tonne of school work i need to finish"

"Oi, language" steph speaks up as she hits you lightly on the back of your head.

"sorry mum" you say sarcastically while rolling your eyes as the rest of the team start laughing.

"anyways bye" you say quickly as you slip out the door and down the hallway.

The locker room stays silent for a few seconds until steph speaks up.

"she's been acting weird today" she says unsurely getting a few quiet agreements.

"yeah she was very quiet during training" leah says looking towards kyra noticing how the young girl was zoned out.

"kyra? you okay?" Kyra snaps out of it quickly and makes eye contact with leah.

"did you see how she reacted when her phone rang? i think something's wrong" she says quietly.

"yeah that was odd, it looked like an Australian number aswell" Katie spoke up.

"i'm sure everything's fine, we'll talk to her about it tomorrow" Viv says calmly as she beckons everyone to get ready.

"yeah okay, anyways, everyone still good to meet at the cafe tonight" beth says excitedly getting lots of agreements from the team.

time skip

You sat in the corner booth of your favorite cafe with your music blasting through your headphone, your lap top in front of you and papers littered all over the table. You had been here for over two hours, glued to your school work and not paying attention to anyone around you. Meaning you didn't notice the large group of girls sit in the booth across the room from you, but they definitely noticed you.

"is that y/n?" caitlin asks as everyone looks towards you.

"Ha she's a nerd, wearing glasses" katie says laughing getting a hit to the arm from viv.

"she looks tired" it's kyra who speaks up this time, noticing your eye bags from afar and your drained facial expression.

"i'll have a talk to her about it when i can" leah says sternly as she analyses your figure.

You finish the sentence you were writing and pick up your coffee to take a sip only to find out that it's empty. You slip your headphones around your neck and look towards the counter, seeing the boss/friend harry.

"oh harryyyy" you call out in a sing song voice holding your cup in the air. Multiple people in the cafe look towards you while some of the regular customers start laughing to themselves, already knowing what's going to happen. Your teammates sit there confused on why people were laughing at you and how you new the boss.

"no" he says taking one glance towards you then back to what he was doing.

"what, please"

"no"

"why not" you say with fake innocence.

"That's your 9th cup in the last 2 hours! you gonna die with that much caffeine intake kid!" he says pointing a finger at you causing you to pout.

"Okay and? just one more, pleaseeeeeeee" you beg getting up from your seat and making your way to the counter.

"come on harry, give y/n her coffee!" one of the regulars speak up from their booth followed by a few more of the customers you knew.

"come on look at her, no way you would deny this adorable face" jack says as he comes up behind you and pinches your cheeks. you give harry your best puppy eyes and smile as he glares at you and jack.

"what sort of tag team is this, ganging up on me or what?" he says annoyed.

"not tag team. More like........ y/ns support team" one of the regulars speak up causing you to laugh.

"Fine. One more coffee" harry gives in as he heads towards the coffee machine.

"YES!"

"Then that's it no more" he sends you a knowing look

"we'll see" you reply with a smirk.

"looser"

"weirdo"

You turn around and give jack a hug before high fiving your 'support team'.

"i y/n l/n, am so incredibly grateful for my amazing support team who help me convince the grump behind the counter, to make me coffee, thankyou" you say dramaticly, earning a few cheers from around the cafe before you skip to the counter and collect your coffee.

throughout the commotion you missed the eyes of your teammates all looking at you in shock and amazement as you sat back into your booth with a proud expression on your face as you sip your drink.

"wow the kid actually has friends other than us" katie's says somewhat shocked.

"she shouldn't be drinking that much coffee" viv says sipping her own coffee.

"wonder who the boy she hugged is" beth speaks up.

"boyfriend maybe?" katie says with a smirk

"she would've told me if she had one" kyra says sternly, feeling protective over her best friend.

"i told her she's not aloud to date" steph says proudly

"jeez, you really are her mum" caitlin says teasingly

"okay but honestly, how many kids still date behind there parents back" leah says looking over towards you with an overprotective look.

You feel people's eyes on you but before you could look up a body slid into the seat next to you causing you to flinch.

"jesus jack you nearly gave me a heart attack" you say whilst taking your headphones off your ears.

"sorry kid, also what bullsit is this?" he says moving your laptop infront of him and scrolling through the essay you've just finished writing.

"some well-being class i had to take this year and write an essay about" you say taking another sip from your drink.

"go on then, tell me about it" he says curiously.

"it's literally right infront of you, read it" you say laughing.

"yeah but it's way to long and i don't have the attention span to do that" he groans

"omg i'm so sorry, i forgot you couldn't read" i say sarcastically while putting a hand on his shoulder in fake sympathy.

"shut up and tell me about it" he says giving me an offended look before swatting my hand away.

"fine, i wrote about the affect growing up with toxic family's can have on a child's mental health along with how it changes one's mindset while they grow up." i say avoiding eye contact with jack as i continue.

"i don't know, i just wrote about what someone would feel about themselves and their life if they were in that situation i guess" i say going quiet at the end.

Jacks the only person i've told about my home life, and about being kicked out of my home in australia. Ever since i've met him he's been like a brother to me and i tell him everything.

He pulls me into a side hug as i rest my head on his shoulder, we stay silent for a few minutes before i speak up.

"she called me today" i say quietly "i didn't answer though"

"maybe you should call her back, see what she wants?" he says honestly.

I pull out of the hug and dig through my bag and grab my phone, i look at it for a few seconds before looking back at jack.

"can you stay while i talk to her?"

he nods his head with a small smile as he grabs my hand under the table and gives it a tight squeeze.

i take a breath before ringing back the number, it takes a few rings before someone picks up as i hold the phone to my ear.

"h-hello" i say quietly

"hey darling, when you coming home? It's Christmas soon and i can't wait to see you" your mum reply's in a fake tone you heard her use a lot with her friends.

"cut the bullshit Alice, i don't live with you anymore" i say, my voice shaky as i feel tears prick in my eyes.

"don't talk to me like that brat, i figured since i spent so much work and money raising you, you could pay me back for it"

"you didn't do shit, i raised my self"

"yeah and look how you turned out"

"just- what do you want" you say angrily

"ahh right, since your so rich now i thought you could sent me cut from your paycheck, you know, paying me back for everything i've done for you the past 17 years"

"absolutely not, i earn that money, me. You haven't spent a single cent on me my whole life. I don't even live with you anymore so find someone else to give you money because it's not going to be me" i say sternly, honestly in disbelief that she would even ask me that after what she's put me through.

"awww but honey at least come home, i miss you so much and i really want to see you" she says mockingly but i can tell she's angry.

"yeah? well next time you want to see me turn on the god damn TV" i say angrily before hanging up.

i sigh as i stare at my phone for a few seconds until jack squeezes my hand again.

"i'm taking it didn't end well?" he asks slowly

"nope, she just wants my money" i say with a fake sarcastic smile as i feel tears rolling down my cheeks.

"aw honey, it's going to be okay" jack says as he pulls me into him. I try to hold back the sobs threatening to escape my throat as i bury my face into his chest.

The group of girls watch from afar after hearing bits of your conversation during the phone call. Each of their heart breaks seeing you sobbing upset, never actually seeing you let your walls down and cry. They watch as the unknown boy looks up and makes eye contact with them, his eyes widen as he looks back down to where u tucked into his chest.

"i know this is a bad time, but are you aware that your team are here" he whispers just loud enough for you to hear.

You look up quickly and spot your teammates sitting across the room from you, all watching you and jack with concerned expressions. Rapidly you sit up and wipe the tears from your face pretending like nothing happened.

"There going to think your my boyfriend, you know that right?" you say teasingly.

"i gathered that, they were glaring daggers at me before" he say nervously.

"yeah watch out, steph gave me the whole no dating talk not that long ago" you sigh.

"okay that makes me feel a lot better" he says sarcastically while rolling his eyes and getting up from his seat.

"i'll see you soon yeah, call me if you need to talk or anything" he says kissing me on cheek as i nod my head and smile.

Before i know it he's left the cafe and i'm sitting alone again, trying to find an excuse to use on the girls if they ask why i was crying, which they will.

I quickly pack up my school work and leave the cafe as fast as i can, ignoring the calls from the girls and walking down the street towards my apartment. i break out into a sprint as i realise the girls started following me.

It doesn't take long for me to get home as i quickly lock the door behind me, running into my bedroom and locking the door behind me aswell. I take a moment to breathe before dumping my school work on my desk, sorting through my wardrobe to find a comfortable outfit. I manage to find a pair of fluffy pajama pants and a hoodie of kyra's that i stole the other day. As soon as i got changed i heard a faint knocking coming down the hall and then it suddenly stopped.

I internally groaned once i remembered steph had a spare key to my apartment as i hear multiple footsteps make there way closer towards me.

"y/n! Are you here?" it's leah that calls out, i hold my breath as i contemplate what i'm going to do. I decided to gaslight them into thinking nothing had happened. I quickly toss my hair up into a messy bun and unlock my door. I come face to face with leah and steph and i can see katie, kyra, beth, viv and caitlin standing behind them.

"hey guys, what's up?" i say casually walking through them and into my kitchen as they follow behind.

"don't 'hey guys' us, you know why we're here" steph says with her arms crossed giving me a motherly look.

"i actually don't, why are you here exactly?" i say trying to sound as confused as i can while opening a cupboard and grabbing a mug.

"because you have a secret boyfriend"

"because you were crying in the cafe"

"because you had an argument on the phone"

"because your being distant"

"because we care about you"

"because we chased you here"

"because your like a daughter to me"

All their answers spilled out of there mouths at the same time making it hard to understand. Although the answers that stuck out were steph and caitlin's, you were trying not to laugh at how caitlin assumed jack was your boyfriend but you also tried not to cry at the fact steph sees you as her daughter.

You nod your head as you start boiling a kettle for your drink.

"okay and they are valid reasons to be here, but i don't feel like answering questions right now" you say shrugging as you open your fridge in search for milk.

"yeah we'll your going to other wise your benched and i'll call sam" leah says sternly making your eyes widen and a horrified expression take over your face.

"pfft you wouldn't" you say surely as you start to make yet another coffee. Leah unzips her pocket and pulls out her phone, you yelp as you quickly grab her phone out of her hands.

"fine i'll answer you stupid questions" you say annoyed as you take your drink and lay against the corner of your L shaped couch with your legs taking up most of it.

The rest of the girls take seats around you, filling up your couch although there wasn't enough room for kyra as she stood there awkwardly.

"come here ky" you say, beckoning her to come lay between your legs. She carefully lowers herself onto you and lays her head on your chest, wrapping her arms around you as if you would disappear. You look up to kyra a lot and she's by far one of your best friends, really the only person on the team that you could be yourself around.

"go on then, ask your questions" you say boredly as you lean your head back and close your eyes.

"Who's the alice person you on call with at the cafe?" leah asks, you take a shaking breath before answering.

"My mum" you say hesitantly, leading to the girls being confused on why you were arguing with your mum.

"why were you arguing with her?" steph says curiously you hesitate to answer and it's obvious.

"You can tell us anything y/n, we're not going to judge you" kyra whispers, you let out a sigh as you start playing with her hair.

"Alice kicked me out when i was 16 and now she's calling me to comeback for Christmas because she wants me to repay her for everything she's done by giving her money"

The other girls hearts drop, not realizing how your mum treated you, although you don't give them time to question you as you keep up with your rant.

"She's never spent a single cent on me and i was left to raise myself. I worked so many jobs at 13 years old just so i could stay alive, then they expect me to send them money. Like what the fuck, they had me scared and traumatized for so many years until they had enough and got rid of me, and now they want me back? what because i'm actually successful?"

I couldn't stop my voice from cracking as i felt tears roll down my cheeks, i take a shaky breath, trying to control my breathing. I could feel kyra shaking as a wet puddle started forming on my chest. I quickly wiped my tears with both hands and looked down to my best friend.

"K-kyra, hey it's okay, please don't cry" you say softly pulling her forward so her face is resting in the crook of your neck. You rub circles on her back to calm her down, you look over towards the other girls to see that there cheeks are also tear stained, you go to say something but steph bet you to it.

"why didn't you tell us sooner" she says softly, her voice shaky.

"i didn't want to be a bother plus i've been alone my whole life i'm sure i'll manage a little longer" you say softly looking away.

"kiddo, your not alone anymore, you have so many people who care about you and we would do anything to help you"

"beth's right y/n, you have us, your parents are so cruel, but you have us we're your family and we all care about you so much" Katie says which makes your eyes widen as you turn and look at her like she had 3 heads.

"who are you and what have you done to McCard" you say sounding as confused as you felt, never hearing katie talk to you without any sarcasm or teasing.

Caitlin tried her best to hold in a laugh but failed as she saw the look on katie's face, beth and viv started chuckling quietly while steph shook her head and kyra giggled into your neck. Leah kept her gaze on you with a stoney unreadable look.

"If you're not going back to australia what are you doing for christmas then?" viv asked

"i dunno probably just sleep and watch movies" i reply casually.

"absolutely not, your coming back with me" steph says sternly.

"Do i even get a say?" you ask in disbelief, your met with an array of no's from all the girls causing you to internally groan.

"now that's all taken care off, who's your little boyfriend" Katie asks teasingly, making you laugh. Kyra shoots up so she's basically sitting on you, ready to have her say in the conversation.

"yeah as much as i love you, your not aloud a boyfriend so i don't approve" she says sternly you laugh as you pull her back down to lay on you.

"y/n i've already told you your not aloud to date" steph says sternly.

"anyways, who's the boy" beth asks excitedly.

"calm down he's not my boyfriend"

"sure as hell doesn't look like it" leah speaks up coldly, eyeing you suspiciously.

"we're just close friends, he's like my brother" you say with a smile, as all the girls sigh in relief.

"oh thank god, i did not want to have the birds and the bees talk" steph says somewhat relieved.

"don't stress steffy, the baby's still going home to australia as a virgin" katie says with a laugh.

"please, that ship sunk a long time ago" you murmur under you breath causing kyra to shoot up.

"y/n m/n l/n! What is that supposed to mean!" she says looking you in the eye causing you to blush out of embarrassment that she actually heard you.

"what did she say" viv says confused.

"y/ns not a virgin! She just said it!" kyra says pointing to you while looking at steph and leah.

"WHAT!" everyone except you yells

"wow way to throw me under the bus" you say as you start tickling kyra causing her to fall off you laughing.

You get up from your spot on the couch and walk back into the kitchen with your empty cup of coffee.

"who? when? where? why?" beth says shocked as they follow you to the kitchen.

"not telling, a while ago and in a house" you say mirroring her shocked tone and expression while saying the last bit.

"And why?" leah asks sternly.

"idk, maybe because i was horny" you say sarcastically as you start pulling stuff out to make dinner.

"Did you use protection, take a pregnancy test" steph says sternly, causing you to start laughing.

"We do not want to be aunties at the moment, and steffys too young to be a grandma" beth says somewhat serious.

"Did you at least make sure you used protection" katie says seriously, you tried to hide your smile.

"didn't actually" you say casually.

The girls all give you scared and disappointed looks as you tried not to break into a laughing fit then and there. You took the moment of silence to go back to what you were doing.

They all looked at you not knowing what to say, so you gave in and broke the silence.

"im 100% not pregnant, so chill out" you say laughing.

"you don't know that because you haven't taken a test y/n" caitlin speaks up.

"i'm calling sam, she'll tell us what to do"

steph and caitlin say as they start to call her, it takes a few rings until she picks up. great.

italics- sam

"whats y/n done now"

"y/ns not a virgin! and we think she's pregnant because she didn't use protection !" kyra yells before anyone else got the chance to speak.

"I'm not pregnant!" you say sternly

"i don't even know what to say"

"how are you even sure your not pregnant" viv asks sternly.

"we'll i don't know, last time i checked a girl couldn't get you pregnant" you say sarcastically.

There's a moment of silence before everyone lets a sigh of relief.

"why didn't you say that at the start!" katie says annoyed.

"what, it was funny seeing your reactions" you say with a smirk as steph hits you on the back of the head.

"ow!" you yelp rubbing the back of your head.

"You had me so scared you little rat" she says slapping your shoulder multiple times

"jesus mum i know how to have sex using protection, i'm not getting pregnant anytime soon!" you say swatting her hand away.

"are you implying that you've had sex more than once kid? With different people?"  sam says teasingly, knowing it would spark a reaction from the other girls.

"sam shut up right now" you say sternly, honestly scared on how they would react.

"i can't do this right now, Caitlin come with me" Steph says seriously, leaving you a little scared

"why? where are we going?"

"we need to update sam on some stuff" she reply's impatiently, as they go to leave.

"wait!" you say quickly, speed walking over to them and grabbing stephs phone from her hand.

"bye sammy i love you" you say to the phone, knowing exactly what she's going to be told by the older aussies. using a soft tone so she won't get mad at you after.

"bye kid, i'll see you soon, love you" she reply's in a soft voice, you nod your head and pass the phone back to steph before they walk outside your apartment.

"we'll we're going to head off" viv says as she stretches.

"call us if you need absolutely anything okay" beth says giving your hand a squeeze, you only nod as a reply.

Soon enough your lying on the couch again with leah, katie and kyra, steph and caitlin still outside on the phone.

"wait... is that my hoodie" kyra speaks up from the silence looking straight at you.

"not anymore, it's my comfort hoodie now" you mumble and pull the hood over your head, all the sleep you missed finally catching up to you as all the caffeine you drank today stopped having an affect.

"why'd you drink so much coffee today?" Leah speaks up, remembering how you had ordered your tenth coffee at the cafe in only 2 hours.

"i'm a teenager with a shitty sleep schedule, how else do you expect me to stay awake" you reply tiredly causing leah and katie to sigh.

"well i think it's your bedtime, you look dead" katie says teasingly.

"wow thanks" you reply back sarcastically as you slowly get up and walk back into your kitchen. Kyra follows behind you as leah and katie hang back on the couch having a quiet conversation with eachother.

"why is my hoodie your comfort hoodie?" kyra asks curiously as you sit on the kitchen counter.

"because your my comfort person, so your hoodies like being with you when your not here, if that makes sense" you say embarrassingly.

"naww your to cute" she says as she stands between your legs and hugs you. You wrap your arms around her neck and hug her back tightly.

One thing kyra noticed about you was how much you loved hugs. Always up for a random hug during the day and cuddles whenever and wherever. You feel yourself falling asleep as you and kyra stay hugging in the kitchen but it was soon interrupted by steph and caitlin walking back into your apartment.

"time for bed kid" caitlin speaks softly.

"fine" you murmured as you unlatched yourself from kyra at got off of the kitchen counter.

You trudge back into the lounge room to give leah and katie a kiss on the cheek as you say goodnight, then moving on to steph and caitlin to do the same thing. You turn to face kyra as she gives you a smug smile and taps her cheek, you give her a deadpan look.

"what your not gonna your comfort person a goodnight kiss?" she says offended.

"no, your my cuddle buddy instead" you say as you grab her arm and drag her towards your room.

" what! how come kyra gets cuddles!" you hear katie yell.

"because i'm better than all of you!" kyra yells back cheekily

"and you have caitlin to give you cuddles!" you add before shutting your bedroom door.

You climb into your bed and wait for kyra to slide in next to you, as soon as she does you lay your head on her chest and she wraps her arms around you. You fall asleep almost instantly, not giving kyra time to ask you any more questions.

Time skip

You wake up and quickly get ready for training, realizing that the other girls left late last night. The thought of the whole team knowing about the situation with your parents made you feel nervous, not actually ready to answer all their questions. And on top of that kyra or beth would've blurted out the fact that you weren't in fact a virgin. You take a deep breath as you sit in your car, you quickly post on instagram before finally driving to training.

@yourusername

Happy birthday my love, so incredibly grateful for you and how much you've been there for me. Wishing you the bestest 18th birthday, see you soon baby ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

@jack_jones

@jack_jones: i love you so much.

> @yourusername: 💗

@Samkerr: NO BOYFRIENDS!

> @macca: 1.5 METER SEPARATION

>@alanna: surprised steffy hasn't hunted him down yet

>@katrina: i might if she doesn't hurry up

>@kyraCC: You guys are way to overprotective, their just friends

>@yourusername: WE ARE JUST FRIENDS! (get out of my comment section btw)

@StephC: whole arsenal change rooms screaming about this 😗

>@caitlinF: hope your ready for the team interrogation 🤣

>@yourusername: mentally preparing myself 😖

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[oreolemur]

The Lady's Butler

"Is your tea hot enough, Mistress?", the handsome butler asked. Sebastian has been working for you for years, never taking his demon eyes off you. "Is there anything else you want, my lady?", he questioned. "Yes, Sebastian. You wouldn't mind making my nightly bath would you?", you asked, taking a sip of your tea. "It is my duty as your humble servant to make your bath as enjoyable as possible, Mistress", Sebastian bowed, showing his handsome and devilish smile in a seemingly innocent way. "How many rose petals would you like me to place? A light scented water or perhaps even oil?", he asked, leaning closer to you. Watching him get closer, you slightly blushed. "Y-yes...a touch of oil would be nice. And....", you paused. "A nice glass of wine would suit it perfectly". Sebastian's smile grew wider. "Of course, Mistress", he answered, bowing once again. "I shall prepare your bath with some oil and a glass of wine. Would you like anything else, my lady?", he asked. 

You shook your head, "No, Sebastian", you said. "You've done nothing but enough for me tonight", you stated. "You are very kind, Mistress", Sebastian smiled and then walked away with a swift motion. You soon heard running water coming from the bathroom, which was usually the indicator that Sebastian had begun preparing your bath. The butler soon returned with the wine and prepared the bath, adding the scented oil and the glass of wine to the tub, then he left the room, waiting for you to call him so that he could assist you with your bath. As you finished up dinner, you stood up, heading to the bathroom. "Sebastian?", you called him. "Yes, Mistress", Sebastian quickly answered, his demon eyes darting towards you with a lustful glint. He was leaning against the door frame, waiting for you to enter the bathroom. Sebastian's appearance was always perfect, from his hair to the uniform, which fitted his physique perfectly. He was ready to help you with whatever you desired, he was your humble servant, after all.

"Would you mind...undressing me? I'm much too tired to get this hellish dress off myself", you asked. Sebastian's eyes stared at you intently. "Yes, Mistress", he replied, walking towards you and then gently taking your dress off. "May I ask one favor though?", he then asked while untying the dress from the back. "What favor shall you ask, Sebastian?", you replied. "I was wondering...may I stay and watch?", he asked, his devilish eyes twinkling with desire, although he still managed to maintain his stoic composure, he couldn't contain himself completely. Unfazed by his question, you simply accepted it. "Yes you may. I might need you to bathe me", you smiled sweetly. Sebastian's face lit up into a wide smile. You knew that he was eager to help you with anything, as his loyalty to you knew no limits. He didn't just obey, he enjoyed satisfying any of your desires. "At your service, Mistress", he then bowed and followed you to the bath and waited for you to enter. Sebastian took your hand into his, helping you into the tub.

Sebastian made sure to give you enough space to settle comfortably in the tub before he took the glass of wine and poured the liquid into the water, letting the scented oil and the scent of wine take over the tub. Sebastian's eyes stared at you with desire; he wanted to keep staring from afar, but he had to keep up his servant attitude after all. As you watched him pour you glass, you offered him some. "Would you like a sip, Sebastian?", you asked, handing the glass to him. "You've worked so hard for me, at least relax a little". Sebastian's gaze shifted to the glass of wine for a moment, before he looked back at you with his devilish gaze. "I cannot refuse a drink from my Mistress", he responded, taking the glass with grace and taking a few sips. He was eager to do anything for you, but drinking from the same glass as you was one of those rare moments that he wouldn't miss.

Sebastian's eyes followed your every movement, observing every gesture and every curve that your body made as you relaxed in the bath. His breath shortened and his stare became less steady, his desire becoming more and more evident as he continued to drink from the glass. It was already clear to you that he desired you, but this was rare behavior for a simple servant. You knew deep down Sebastian loved you, but you tried not to let him know that you knew. "Can you hand me a washcloth, Sebastian?", you asked. "Yes, Mistress", Sebastian replied, quickly picking up the cloth and handing it to you. Although his desire for you was becoming evident, he made sure to control himself at all times. A simple servant was not supposed to make a move on the Lady of the house, but he was tempted to cross that line. 

"Thank you", you said, taking the cloth from him. As you lathered it up with soap, you couldn't help but notice Sebastian staring at you. "Is something wrong?", you ask, looking at him with lustful eyes. "You look like you've seen a ghost". Sebastian didn't expect you to be so direct, as he was trying to hide his lustful intentions towards you. His gaze followed every motion that you made, and he seemed to be captivated by what he saw in front of him. "I was simply amazed by your beauty and grace, Mistress", he then replied politely, albeit his tone and body language were giving away his true feelings. "Why thank you, Sebastian", you said, proceeding to wash yourself. You allowed the butler to watch you bathe. Sebastian's eyes never left your body. 

The butler's eyes could not help but follow your every movement, he had to control himself as a servant, but these feelings he had towards you were becoming harder to hide by the moment. "Could I ask you one thing, Mistress?", he then asked softly, still maintaining his composure, as your body enticed him even more when washing yourself. "Yes?", you said. "May I help you wash?", Sebastian asked, his gaze following your body from head to toe and back again, he couldn't help but imagine touching you. "I would make sure to be extremely gentle", he then added, his gaze still piercing through every inch of your body. Without giving him a direct answer, you handed the washcloth to him. Sebastian took the cloth from you and started to bathe you. 

Although he was just a servant, the fact that you allowed him to touch your body was a huge turn-on for him. His fingers were gentle and his motions were steady, making sure to caress every inch of your body, especially whenever he washed away a small drop of soap that he had let fall on your breasts. Sebastian was a gentleman after all, but the mere fact that he was allowed to touch you was already enough to drive him crazy. "You have such soft hands, Sebastian", you complimented him. "Thank you, Mistress", Sebastian answered in a low voice. His attention had shifted to your body once again, he couldn't help himself but appreciate your beauty. He then focused on your curves, letting his hands gently move through them as they cleaned away all the remaining soap that still covered your body. "I feel clean now, thank you", you said, removing his hand. 

Sebastian took his hand back and put it at his side, but his eyes were still on your body, trying to memorize every detail of your feminine curves. "May I ask you one thing, Mistress?" he then questioned. "Yes, Sebastian", you said. "May I...cuddle with you?", Sebastian confessed. It was not common for a butler to ask such a thing, but the fact that you allowed him to touch and bathe you had awakened his desires. He knew he would probably be punished if anyone found out, but he just couldn't stop picturing you and him in bed, embracing each other. "As lonely as I am, I wouldn't mind", you said. "After all, I am quite fond of you". Sebastian's devilish smile returned. The fact that you were not only allowing him to touch your body, but that you had also confessed to liking him was more than enough to drive him crazy. "Truly?", he asked, slowly approaching you. "Yes", you replied. 

Sebastian gently took your hand and helped you to get out of the tub. He then looked at you, your curves were still wet and shiny, the moonlight passing through the window illuminated your body. His desire for you was getting the better of him and his breath shortened...his demon eyes observed every inch of your body...he was dying for a kiss. As you dried yourself off, you ordered Sebastian to wait for you in your bedroom. Sebastian took a deep breath, but he didn't hesitate to obey for a second. Although his desire was still burning inside him he knew that he had to control himself. He patiently waited for you in your bedroom, eager to see how the night would unfold. 

You put on your red silky robe, making your way into your  bedroom. You stood by the door, admiring Sebastian's tall physique. "Undress for me, Sebastian", you ordered. Sebastian's eyes widened, his body trembled slightly from your order, he was not expecting you to be so direct. His devilish smile quickly returned and he then began to quickly remove his uniform, one piece at a time, until he was completely naked. His muscles were toned and his body was perfect, the demon butler had a body to envy. He then stood before you, the desire to touch your body almost uncontrollable. As Sebastian approached you, you grabbed hold of his hand, leading him to the bed. "Lay down", you said. 

Sebastian's heart was pounding as he was led to the bed. He had pictured himself laying next to you countless times, but now it was actually happening. "Yes, Mistress", he said, quickly laying down and waiting for your next order. You took off your robe, "You know, Sebastian...", you paused. "This would be my first time having sex", you said. Sebastian's eyes widened, the fact that you hadn't been with another man before was quite tempting and appealing to him. The very thought of being your first excited him in a way he couldn't describe. "Really?" he then asked, his eyes following your every move. "Yes, is that surprising?", you asked, getting on top of him. You hovered over Sebastian's face, your noses almost touching. "Not really, considering your beauty and poise", Sebastian then said, his breath shortening as he looked up at you. You were the definition of a desirable woman. His eyes then locked onto yours, his demon eyes penetrating through you as you got on top of him. His lips were parted, the desire to kiss your perfect lips almost consuming him. "Good", you said, leaning into him. You kissed Sebastian's soft lips.

Sebastian's breath hitched as your lips touched his, and the feeling seemed to last forever. The desire he had been hiding for so long finally found an outlet in your passionate kiss, and his desire finally boiled over as his hands gently caressed your back. "How I've awaited to taste those lips..." he then whispered, giving you another passionate kiss. Sebastian's smile returned as when he flipped you on your back. He saw the way that your face became red as he made eye contact with you, he was having the time of his life, it had been so long since he had felt this way. He then lowered his lips to your neck, his breath brushing against your neck as he kissed the skin, making your body shiver slightly. “S-Sebastian…” you moaned. The butler chuckled, “Are you enjoying yourself, Mistress?”, he asked. You nod your head, enjoying Sebastian’s touch.

The demon moved from your neck, down to your stomach, then to your thighs, leaving a trail of kisses as he went down further. He grabbed hold of your legs, gently caressing your thighs. “May I?”, he asked, looking up at you with a smile. You slowly opened your legs, allowing him to do as he pleased. The butler watched as your already soaked cunt leaked with lustful juices. “Thank you, Mistress”, he said, proceeding to touch you. You felt his cold fingers make contact with your sensitive clit, causing you to twitch. “Y-your hands are cold, Sebastian”, you said. He apologized for the temperature, warming his hands up with his breath. Once they were warm enough, he touched you again. His fingers gently pinched your bud, sticking out his tongue to start licking. He slowly licked your clit, drawing circles around it. The sensation he gave you felt like heaven. 

Sebastian sucked on your clit like a ring pop, making your lower half rise up. “Please, Mistress”, Sebastian said. “Please be still”. You ignored him as you continued to move. The butler had no other choice but to hold your waist down as he resumed back to pleasure you. “Sebastian…”, you whimpered. His strong hands held you still, making it hard for you to move even the slightest bit. He looked up at you, admiring how beautiful his Mistress looked. His licks turned to sucks and then back to licks again. The stimulation was too much for you to handle. “I’m close, Sebastian”, you moaned. “I’m so close”. Sebastian quickened his pace, but felt playful at the same time. He would start and then stop, creating  a pattern of pleasure. You groaned in annoyance as he edged you on. “Please let me cum”, you begged. “I order you to let me cum”. 

Little did you know that in bed, the role of servant and master didn’t matter to him. He wanted complete control of you, no matter how much you squealed and whined. Sebastian didn’t stop teasing you, instead he made it worse by sticking his fingers inside you. He wanted to feel just how tight his Mistress was. You moaned loudly as you felt him penetrate you with two of his digits. “Ah shit”, you whined. Without  a minute to go by, you immediately came all over Sebastian’s face. “Oh my”, you said. “I’m sorry”. The butler smiled at you, pleased that you enjoyed it. As he stood up, you noticed how hard he became. “Sebastian?”, you called out. “Yes, Mistress”, he replied. You sat up, scooting towards the end of the bed where your butler was standing. Your mouth watered at the sight of his huge cock. “M-may I?”, you asked out of embarrassment. You didn’t want to admit it, but the thought of sucking his dick turned you on even more. “If you’re ok with it, my lady”, he said, glaring down at you. 

You took his cock into your hands, stroking it slowly. “Is this ok?”, you asked. Knowing how inexperienced you were, Sebastian reassured you that it was ok. “Do what you like, Mistress”, he said. You took out your tongue, licking his shaft from the base all the way up to the tip. His cock oozed with precum as you gave the tip small licks. “You taste good”, you complimented him. “So did you, my lady”, he smiled back. After licking him some more, you finally decided to put him into your mouth. You tried to fit all of him in you, but you couldn’t. Once you got down halfway, you started to gag. “Are you ok, Mistress?”, the demon asked. You gave him a thumbs up. “This is my first time having dick in my mouth. I don’t want to mess this up”, you thought. You tightened your mouth around him, bobbing your head back and forth. You sucked him hard, making sure to put in as much effort as you can. 

Sebastian moaned, feeling your soft tongue slid against his cock. Your mouth was warm and wet, making the head feel amazing. Drool leaked out of your mouth as your sucking became sloppy. You made sure that your butler was well taken care of. After all, you do love and appreciate everything that he does for you. Looking up at him, his head was pointed towards the ceiling. It was clear that he was enjoying this a lot. The longer you sucked, the more tired your mouth grew. You took him out, proceeding to jerk him off. “My mouth got tired”, you said, looking up at him. Sebastian stopped you. “My lady…”, he paused. “You should never tire yourself trying to please me”. Sebastian cupped your face, leaning down into you. He kissed your wet lips, slipping his tongue inside. 

He gently guided you back onto the bed, making sure you were underneath him again. The butler kissed your lips, then your cheek, then he began to kiss and suck on your neck. He marked your flesh, making you his forever. He grabbed hold of his cock, positioning it on your wet folds. He rubbed it against your soaked cunt, trying to lube himself up. “Are you ready, Mistress?”, he asked, staring deeply into your eyes. You looked down at his cock, spreading your legs even further. “Yes, but please be gentle, Sebastian”, you said. He tilted his head to the side, giving you  a warm smile. “Anything for you, my lady”, he said. With that, he slowly thrusted into you. “Ow”, you winced. Sebastian stopped. “Shall I continue?”, he asked. “I can stop if it becomes too much”. You ordered him not to. Sebastian proceeded, putting all of his length in you. The two of you made sweet love to each other, embracing how close the both of you were. “I love you, Sebastian”, you said. “I love you too, Mistress”. He leaned into your ear, kissing it softly. You felt the sweat from his body drip onto you. Sebastian knew how to take care of you, making him the perfect butler. “You’re mine forever”, he whispered into your ear.

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