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Pleiades pleaded, as the Dollmaker's dagger dug deeper and deeper into his back, cutting right through his yellowish-colored flesh, golden blood spewing out, he had no way of fighting back, and stabs to the pancreas wouldn't have been enough to shut his cries up anymore.

Leaving him absolutely motionless.

The warrior could feel costant hits on his vertebrae, like a hammer on a nail, it was terrifying, disturbing. painful. His consciousness started fading away. All he could do... was look back.....

...and scream his heart out.

A.F.T.E.R.M.A.T.H.

Finishing her job, she fleed the scene, forgetting her dagger deep inside his back. It was now 2AM. Pleiades coughed, grunted, making a strong effort to roll over on the cold, wet grass. He wanted to spend his final moments of consciousness facing the stars. His only sisters at the moment.

He knew he couldn't die. But he was still scared. Limbo was near. He didn't want to go to sleep. Especially for that long. He tried to inbreathe sharply, but was cut off by violent coughs. He didn't have the energy to even cry. The warrior kept his eyes open, and finally stopped struggling.

"He art not replying... he art not reachable... Just what hast thou gotten thyself into, mine brother..?!" Dero muttered to himself, scurrying across the dirt and rocks. His five eyes curved, expressing concern and frustration. His mouth partially covered by his grey-ish neck fur that now messily stuck out his cape.

Pleiades should've been back from the bar an hour earlier. His phone wasn't available and nobody who was still awake had heard from him. The dim light of the first quarter shone upon the forest, attributing to it a feeling of gloom and dread. It felt like a circle of darkness that only condensed and reduced the already miniscule amount of air. It was obscure, claustrophobic, haunting.

"PLEIADES! WHERE ART THOU, MINE FRIEND?! PLEIADES!!"

The Dark Matter called out loudly.

Still, no response, until he came across peculiar footsteps leading to a trail of golden blood. And he knew exactly who that belonged to.

Running in that same direction, he found himself even deeper inside the forest. Scurrying along, he again yelled: "PLEIADES?? I HATH BEEN LOOKING FOR THEE FOR SO LONG!! WHY ART THOU NOT RESPONDING TO MY CALLS?!" and, again, no answer. His worry only grew with the overwhelming suspense and quiet, that was so long as the moment he picked up on the putrid odor of flesh and venous and arterial fluids. He followed the scent, and finally saw Pleiades.

There lied on the earth Pleiades. Motionless. Cut up and down by the sharp blade that now emerged from his stomach. His eyes open, gazing into the nothingness. His chest flat, not a puff of air leaving his nostrils or mouth.

Dero's eyelids grew apart in shock. He gulped, then shakily exhaled, stuttering as he hurried to his injured sibling:

"..h-how....... wh...at..?"

"P...Pleiades, can you hear me.. ? ..PLEIADES..?!"

"nonononononononono.... no... NO!! Please, please hang in there... STAY STRONG..!! PLEASE..."

"just... just... please just..."

he fumbled with his words, as he bit into the knight's torn cape and lifted him over his shoulder, now noticing the handle of the seemingly familiar dagger on the other side of him, buried far inside his spine; the Dark Matter hicked in frustration and worry:

"just give me a sign... please.."

it was then that, as he cradled him, out of Pleiades came a wispy breath, and there he knew. He was still alive.

"Hang in there, mine brother. Hang in there." he whispered, before hurrying out of the forest, following the same path he used to reach it.

It was another night of work at Cookie Country's Medical Center, as Henri fixed his gloves and face mask, making his way across the white-tiled hospital corridors. Just then, he stumbled across Casipan, who was pushing a medical cart to another room. They looked at eachother for just a second, before Henri acknowledged:

"Do you need help with that? I wouldn't mind performing an extra operation tonight."

"Ah, uh, no, thank you! I was actually just putting these back."

"Oh! Alright! Tell you what, I'll go get us both something refreshing to drink, I was gonna buy another water bottle anyway."

"You're way too kind. Here, let me pa--"

"Nonono, I insist!"

"Fine, but I owe you one."

"Haha, now don't be ridiculous. I'll be back in just a minute."

"Sure."

Casipan joked:

"I swear, more than just a water bottle, we'd need some coffee! It's such a quiet night here today that I might just fall asleep!"

to which Henri replied by chuckling. Until--

"HELP!!!! SOMEONE HELP!!!! PLEASE, WE REQUIRE IMMEDIATE ASSISTANCE!!!!!!!!!"

Dero cried in a muffled voice, barging into the hospital's hall, still carrying Pleiades.

Henri and Casipan looked at eachother with concern and determination and nodded, before hurrying towards the sound.

"Good Void...." Casipan froze upon discovering the source of panic, as Henri immediately ran past him to help, making him follow along.

"Casi, don't worry about this, I'll handle it. Just please go get me a stretcher." the creature nodded before running to the hallway once again.

"You were very brave, Dero. You were very brave--... Please take a deep breath now..." The doctor empathically encouraged, as the Dark Matter inhaled and exhaled rapidly from worry.

"...He will make it. I'm sure he will. Pleiades is a very strong man. He will make it."

"..I...shan..'t......'ve..... all..ow..e..d.......h...im....to....g..o.....d..ri..nk.....alo..ne....." he blurted out in-between each intake of air. Henri placed a hand on his cheek and rubbed its thumb on his face in a fatherly manner, before repeating, once again:

"He will make it."

Casipan reached the three of them with a stretcher before him. Henri quickly thanked him, before setting Ades onto the ground, crossing the unconscious warrior's four hands.

The medic adjusted the sheets and unfastened the straps, before bending the stretcher's metal legs and pushing it down to the floor. On the count of three they both lifted Pleiades and secured him on the hard mattress, then mounting the legs and wheels once again, before rushing to the ER, while Henri looked back at Dero one last time.

He could only sit (im)patiently in the waiting room as the hospital staff made calls to everyone else. Most of them couldn't reply. It was an ungodly hour, after all. Call after call, Dero's only thoughts were of how that could've happened, and why. Part of him was worrying about Dolly, too, but he knew she was safe at his sweet fiancé's house.

The hospital felt so quiet, he could've sworn he could hear the time ticking by with triggering low speed. The air was getting tense.

Ten minutes felt like an hour. Twenty felt like five. It was so maddening he eventually lost track of time, until, a while later, Twilight showed up, panting, as if they just ran a marathon.

"WHERE. IS. HE."

Dero looked over with his head down and his spine curved, completely ashamed. Despite how much he tried, the only thing he could force out of his mouth were mumbles and messy stutters.

Twilight looked at him with a defeated expression, before taking a seat and leaning on him.

"what even happened..? Why..?!"

"I'm sorry I hath not been there for him."

"I-It's not your fault, I just..... I don't have any words.."

"He'll be okay......... I know he will..........." Dero tried to convince himself, trying to drown out all those horrible thoughts.

"I hope so....... I really hope so, Dero."

They waited.

It was 3:37AM when Selene unexpectedly entered the hospital with a look of concern and confusion, walking slowly across the main hall until she spotted her two other relatives, then running in their direction.

"SELENE?! You should be asleep!!! What has gotten into you?!?" Twilight Knight rebuked, worried and dumbfounded.

"Well, I could say the same thing about you!! I don't even know why I came here!! Blossom just started crying in the other room and I went to check her out. Apparently she has a bad feeling something happened, and then I just... saw you were both here, and I decided to reach out to you. And, before you ask, you forgot to turn off your location." She explained as a worried and tired Blossom sat over her head, being only slightly hidden by the silvery fuzz of her antennae, but just enough that they had only noticed her now that she was being mentioned.

"Poor thing...." Dero whispered, then walking closer to the girls and kneeling down, offering Blossom his head, on which she climbed.

It was then that Selene had noticed the stains of golden blood on Dero's cape, freezing in shock then and there. Twilight checked in on her:

"Selene? Selene, are you okay??"

"Hello???"

They waved their hand in front of her face, before flicking their fingers and sternly calling:

"SELENE!!!"

And that yell was sufficient to remind her of how Farron used to catch her attention, except, it was usually followed by a slap or hit. She braced herself, but... the slap never came. Instead, a few gentle pats on the head.

"Everything alright, sis?" TK whispered soothingly.

".. mmyeah, yeah.... it's all good...."

"You sure?"

"..yeah..."

And, just then, they looked at her, before hugging her tight, and explaining.

"Pleiades got attacked. He was really badly hurt and.... unresponsive."

Her heart sank. Did she hear that right? Blossom started crying even more, inconsolable. Dero tried to soothe her like a father would with his baby, but, to mostly no avail. Selene almost started tearing up, mumbling:

"..bu..t..... I... th..ought.....A..des.......was............ I-I..thou..ght..... "

She always knew him as a strong and invincible man, so how could've this..?

The clock ticked. It was 3:46AM when, finally, the door to the ER was opened. They all ran torwards Casipan, the only doctor that came out of that room in that moment, sprinting across the hallway.

"Mister Casipan!"

"I'm sorry, Selene. It's a matter of mere seconds here and it could all be over."

He apologized, quickly walking past them.

The coldness in his tone suddenly reminded Twilight of how their mother used to treat them. They knew Casipan meant no harm, but, instinctively, they placed themselves before Selene, shielding her. She squeezed her brother's hand. They scuffed and backed down, wrapping her once again in a comforting embrace.

Dolly woke up feeling strangely lonely.

Usually, she would go to Dollmaker's room and wake her up for consolation, but, for some strange reason, it felt dangerous to do so tonight.

From under the pillow came out Alden, her guardian angel. With a soft and empathetic tone, he warned her:

"Dolly."

"Oh! Mister Alden!"

"I fear something... really bad happened to Pleiades.."

"Oh no..! Did he accidentally swap lunch with a stranger, and eat cabbage, and have an allergic reaction? Mister Pleiades doesn't like cabbage..."

"No, no... it's something far worse than that, sweet child.... I admire your innocence.."

"Did he stub his toe?"

"He got hurt.. that's certain...."

"Oh no! Is he okay?"

"I'm sorry for saying this... he's not okay. I don't know how much time will pass until you see him again."

The Doll got silent. Looking down. Pleiades was hurt?? Maybe that's why she felt lonely.

No.

Dolly doesn't want to be lonely.

Dolly wants to see Mister Pleiades again.

She's not going to be alone. Not again.

She immediately started rummaging through her toybox, looking for something, anything that could help. Until she found it.

A plushie Pleiades had gifted her for Christmas: it was in the shape of a cow, a baby pink color with yellow and blue splotches on it. Inspecting it closely, she found exactly what she needed.

A string of blue turquoise hair, trapped inside one of the two black button eyes. She carefully pried it free, before placing it on her bed as a working surface and taking out her crochet hooks. Now she would have her brother by her side for at least a little longer.

3:49AM. Twilight was hugging Selene tightly, as Blossom Slept, tucked inside Dero's cape collar, with dried tears on her cheeks. He simply shielded the small Waddle Dee with his head as a sign of comfort. Then he suggested to the other two, whispering: "why doth thou not head outside a few minutes for some fresh air while I wait? It could take thy mind off things, I'm sure."

"You're not coming?" asked the older moth.

"Afraid not. I would prefer to wait here anyway, just in case. Besides, she art resting so peacefully...." he replied, looking down at Blossom.

"Y'know... you remind me of how she would be with Ades. She's only slept so soundly with him...." Selene noticed.

"He.... he's going to be okay........... he would not leave her.. or us.." he replied.

"Alright... let's go, Selene." interrupted Twilight, guiding her to the hospital's parking lot.

"Full moon."

"It's.. haunting." they clenched their fists.

"The stars are so luminous, too...." Selene shuddered, recalling the night in which she ran away from the Mapop clan. The moon shone bright, the stars did too. It was all too familiar. Twilight put a hand on her back, patting it as comfort. They needed to be strong for the others, now that Ades wasn't there. They would have been the one to 'suck it up', and they didn't know if they could do it.

4AM. Dulciana sat on his bed. Trying to hold his hand as best as she could while the surgery carried on. Her heart was beating so fast. She wanted to cry. It was so painful seeing him like this. The ghost leaned forward and kissed his forehead, reassuring him, although unconscious, that she would've been there until he'd be back home safe and sound. And now she wouldn't ever leave his side. Not for one minute. Not for one second.

"I love you, StarBright."

4:10.

4:12.

4:15AM.

Henri finally opened the doors to the emergency room, Dero called the others.

The doctor sighed, before delivering the news:

"Sir Pleiades is not waking up."

their hearts were about to be crushed, imagining the worst, but he continued:

"We checked his pulse. His heart is still functioning perfectly fine."

"Although. His time of redevelopment is uncertain and therefore undetermined. We'll just have to pray he awakens as soon as possible."

Henri then reminded himself:

"This is the weapon we found stuck inside his torso. the cuts on his body all seem to match the length and width of its blade." he handed over the Seam Ripper.

"If you have any idea to who this might belong, your help would be greatly appreciated." he looked at Dero, who now appeared shocked and guilty.

"When could we visit him..?"

"Tomorrow. We still ought to move him to a safer, more comfortable and hygienic room. I suggest you all head back home to rest. I'll call you as soon as I can." he gave the usual fatherly smile, and so they silently walked back.

"Do not worry. He won't be alone. I'll be right beside him."

7:40AM. Fylass woke up. The chimera took a big stretch, before sleepily rubbing their eyes and checking their phone on their nightstand, and noticing they had a voicemail that was not yet read. Upon listening, the words they heard made them drop their phone on the floor.

"Hey Fy. How are you doing? Listen, this might really upset you. But Pleiades was brought to us tonight. He was fatally wounded, and... agh..... he's... he's in a coma."

Dero belongs to @monsterhatdoodles

Dollmaker and Dolly belong to @ilikesillythingswooo

Twilight Knight belongs to @that-fanperson-meg

Casipan and Selene belong to @moon-mage

Henri and Fylass belong to @george228732

Sir Pleiades and Blossom Dee belong to me :))

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bre1995 · 17 days

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Fellow Travelers Quotes

Now some of these are my favorite quotes/interactions, but also these are some that just get me no matter how many times I watch the show.

(And yes I did watch all 8 episodes again just for this 🤭🩷)

Hawk: May I ask you a personal question? is this uh.. is this milk drinking a habit of yours?

Hawk: Down, boy, I'm no Red.

Hawk: I'll spend the afternoon picturing you kneeling in prayer.

Tim: Hawkins Z. Fuller. I'd love to know what the "Z' stands for.

H: Zebadiah.

Tim: Zedbadiah?

Hawk: Don't start

Tim: I'm your boy, right? Hmm?

Hawk: Well, well.

Tim: And your boy wants to go to the party.

Hawk: How much does he want to go?

Hawk: Now, show me what my boy really wants.

Tim: I committed mortal sins for you.

Hawk: Oh, here we go.

Tim: I could go to hell.

Hawk: Hell's a fantasy, Skippy. So is heaven, the Trinity, democracy, and the holy war against communism.

H: Here comes the sermon. You let me know when I should genuflect.

Tim: You're the coward, not me!

Tim: Unfortunately, the lock is broken.

Hawk: That's top secret, by the way.

Tim: I'll take it to my grave.

Hawk: I'm sorry, that you're dying. That not a single fucking soul gives a shit. And that you didn't knock first.

Tim: What are you - -

Hawk: Your lock's still broken downstairs.

Tim: Where have you been?

Hawk: Doesn't matter. I'm home now.

Hawk: I fell for you the first moment I laid eyes on you. Right away, I was taken by your beauty, but I was won over by your mind. To touch you, to feel your body against mine brought me more happiness than you could ever know. I know you love me. And my feelings for you are deep. But I've always known that we have no real future together...... I don't mean to hurt you. But I think it's better for both of us to part ways.

(Yes I know this is technically the letter, but you can not convince me that these were words towards Tim 100%)

Tim: And that is the last dirty thing I'm ever going to do for you.

Tim: Well, we both know my eyesight is terrible. And maybe the dementia is setting in, but I think Hawkins Fuller is standing in my apartment.

Hawk: Hi, Skippy

Tim: Yeah, it's you.

Tim: Twenty-four hours. That's a long way to travel for Chinese takeout.

Hawk: I've decided to forgive you.

Tim: Forgive me?

Hawk: You haven't called in three weeks.

Tim: Four

Hawk: How do I love thee? Let me count the weeks.

Hawk: Liste, Skippy. I wanna spend the weekend with you. Go back to the office, tell Dragon Lady you don't feel well.

Tim: Is this my birthday present?

Hawk: It's more like an education.

Tim; Educate me.

Hawk: Tim, what do you want?

Tim: I wanna be with you.

Hawk: Ok. Let's go inside.

Tim: No! No. I wanna be with you. Sleep in the same bed with you all night. Not get kicked out at midnight so the neighbors won't see me leaving in the morning! I wanna eat a meal with you like other couples. We've never eaten in a restaurant! Men do eat in restaurants! I could be your cousin.

Hawk: Nephew.

Tim: From the poor side of the family.

Hawk: Obviously.

Hawk: I needed to see you, Skippy. That's all I know.

Tim: Maybe you should give me some lessons.

Hawk: Senator Smith is a good man, Skippy.

Like you.

Hawk: Skippy, everybody lies about somethin'. You and me, we lie about who we sleep with.

Tim: Not "who we sleep with."

Hawk: What?

Tim: It'n not.... who we sleep with. It's who we love.

Hawk: Skippy, just.... Will you give me a chance?

Tim: A chance to do what?

Hawk: To.... To fuck it up again.

Tim: Are you sure?

Hawk: No. I'm not sure of anything anymore.

Tim: If he makes the appointment, we can.

Hawk: What appointment am I making?

Tim: We're going to talk about it later.

Hawk: You're right, Miss Addison. I am wonderful. So why don't you just suffer?

Hawk: Peanut butter.

Tim: They didn't have crunchy?

Hawk: No, I looked.

Tim: What, he's straight? The way that you're straight?

Tim: I can't bear being this happy.

Tim: You know, you've been rather sweet lately.

Hawk: Your Honor, I stand before you accused of being sweet.

Hawk: You trust me?

Don't answer that.

Hawk: Skippy. I didn't raise my boy to be a soldier.

Tim: Hawk. Promise you won't write.

Hawk: I won't.

Hawk: I've never gotten used to this.

Tim: My prison tattoo.

Did you forget that I'm a convicted felon?

Hawk: Nice to see you, Skippy.

Or is it Father Skippy now?

Hawk: So no vow of celibacy then?

Tim: Not yet, but I practice it.

Or try to.

I slip now and then.

Not with somebody.

Hawk: Man's second- best friend.

Tim: I'm in love with someone I can't have.

I can't stop thinking about him.

Father Lawrence: Am I to understand that you have feelings for another man?

Tim: Yes

Father Lawrence: Are you aware that the Church views this as a mortal sin?

Tim: I am. But I don't know how love can be a sin.

Tim: He'll be fine by morning.

Hawk: And you know this how?

Tim: I've experimented.

Tim: Beyond measure.

Frankie: The tragedy is you holding on to him.

Hawk: Pay no attention to these hyenas.

They don't bite.

Berry: Yes, we do.

Hawk: Hi, Skippy

Tim: Hi.

Hawk: A few years.

Tim: Eleven.

Tim: Maybe.... Maybe we should go.

Hawk: No, no, no. Look, no talking. Just like church.

Hawk: Completely?

Tim: Out of the closet. Even to my family.

Hawk: Did they call in an exorcist?

Hawk: They don't need this place.

Tim: Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, you want to hide this house from them.

Because it's on gay Fire Island.

Oh, my God.

Hawk: You are nothing but judgement. You always were. Saint Tim, the fucking holy.

Hawk: Skippy.

Tim: What?

Hawk: Skippy.

Stay with me.

Will you stay with me?

Stay with me.

Tim: Okay.

Okay, you lied.

But you didn't lie about everything.

Did you love him?

Hawk: So much,

Tim: And that love was real.

Tim: You family needs you.

Hawk: Don't you need me, Skippy?

Tim: I have you.

Tim: Maybe I shouldn't care so much.

Rafael: My darling.

There will be people that will say, "You must get over him if you want to be happy," and they will be right.

But it will also be the stupidest thing anyone ever says to you.

Hawk: Tim.

Tim: I woke up last night, and I didn't know where I was.

I knew I was in a hospital, but I couldn't remember.

I didn't know who I was.

Hawk: Timothy David Laughlin.

That adorable Catholic boy from Staten Island.

Tim: Mr. Fuller.

Hawk: Corporal Laughlin.

Tim. You broke your promise.

"Promise you won't write." You wrote.

Hawk: You sent a telegram. Very succinct.

"Hawk. The Hungarian refugees. Do something."

If the Soviets hadn't invaded Hungary, I might never have heard from you.

Tim: The epitome of marital fidelity.

Hawk: I try.

Tim: You bring men here?

Hawk: You'd be the first.

Tim: Don't believe you.

Hawk: Shut up and drink your milk.

The Army made a man out of my Skippy.

Tim: Yeah, it did.

Hawk: Yeah.

He's all grown up now.

Tim: I am.

Hawk: I want you to fuck me.

Tim: Is that a bribe?

To get me to come back?

Hawk: Do I have to bribe you to come back?

Tim: No.

I knew this was going to happen the minute I opened your letter.

Tim: I feel like im fading away.

I'm disappearing a little every day.

Hawk: No, I'm here.

I've got you.

Hawk: Skippy.

I don't suppose you happen to own a tuxedo.

Hawk: What?

Tim: It feels like we're on a date.

Hawk: I should warn you, I may make a pass.

Tim: A girl can hope, can't she?

Hawk: Just to be clear....

Tim isn't Lucy's friend. He's my friend. He just got out of the hospital. I was there with him the whole time. I climbed into his bed and held him.

Hawk: Skippy.

A long time ago, I did something to hurt you. And I think, even being in your life hurt you in some way.

Tim: Hawk.

You don't have....

I spent my whole life, waiting for God to love me. And then I realized the only thing that matters is I love God. It's the same with you. I have loved you my whole life. I've never loved anyone, but you. You were my great, consuming love. And most people don't get one of those.

I did.

I have no regrets.

Tim: Mm. Would you look at that?

Hmm?

In public, and the world didn't come to an end.

Hawk: I want to stay.

Tim: I have to fight this fight.

That means letting go of everything else.

And if you're around, I will not be able to let go.

Hawk: But I wanna show up for you.

Tim: Make it easy for me.

Hawk: Hey, Skippy.

Promise you won't write.

Tim: I won't.

Hawk: Sweetheart.

Kimberly: Hmm?

Hawk: He wasn't my friend.

He was the man I loved.

#fellow travelers #hawkins fuller #tim laughlin #hawk and skippy #hawk x skippy #skippy x hawk #hawk fuller #im crying #fellowtravelersquotes #ouch #sobbing #im sobbing #laughing

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asmutwriter · 1 month

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Just A Woman (Part 1 Section 1)

DESCRIPTION: You work at the local brothel, trying to get enough money to survive the difficult time period. But then a customer gives you an offer you can’t refuse.

A/N - I have condensed partr 1 (which you can find here) into 4 smaller chunks so that you can have a better reader experience

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

WORD COUNT: 2659

Next / Master List

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of prostitution, time period sexism, mentions of sex work

DISCLAIMERS

- I wrote this in my knowledge of sex workers and I am truly sorry if I got it wrong and/or is offensive, that is not what I wanted to do and I’m sorry if that is the case

- This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

You go back into the house, a young girl reading a book comes out. You smile and tap her on the shoulder, as she turns to look at you. You grab the book from her hand and run from her.

“Isa!” she yells and chases you

“’Oh and the love of my life did say to me you shall be mine and I’m forever yours’“. You read before she grabs it from you, glaring at you “I can’t believe you read all that soppy stuff”

“It’s romantic”

“It’s slightly sickening”

“I can’t help it if you’re inexperienced in the ways of love” you laugh

“’Oh my dear, I love you and I can’t picture my life without you. Let’s have 20 babies and then I’ll find a nice, younger woman who I can run away with and leave you with my children’. I think that’s love this day and age right?” you chuckle

“Or more like-” she picks her book up “’my dearest love. I think of thee as I watch the sun rise and the moon set and wonder, is this what our lives our like? Destined to be so distant. Only being able to share a few seconds with each other before we must spend our time apart again’“

“Sickening”

“Romantic” you chuckle as you look outside

“Speaking of moons and suns, our sun is setting. So go get into bed. We are to rise early tomorrow. Or as your book would likely say ‘our eyes are destined to bewitch each other one more time before we know we are truly in love’“

“You must’ve read her book before” another girl walks out, sticking her tongue out at her sister. You laugh

“Come on. Bed. All of you!” you yell. 3 more girls walk out of the kitchen, flour covering them “Daisy, can you go get your sister from outside. Guys” you pause, looking at the state of the three of them and letting out a soft chuckle “What happened?”

“It was her fault” they all say in unison and point at each other. You roll your eyes

“Just, get changed and go to bed. I have work tonight so I’ll be back late. If you guys are up when I get back you’ll be in trouble. I’ll eat all of your chocolate” you smile and tickle one of the girls who laughs as you carry her to the bedroom. “Dressed and bed. I’m leaving Daisy in charge of you” you go and grab a bag and a coat “I’ll see you all later, love you all” you blow kisses to them, seeing the eldest as you walk out “I’ve left you in charge. Make sure they are all in bed by the time I get home. And lock the door behind me. I’ve got my key so you’re ok” you smile and kiss her forehead before walking to work.

You let out a small sigh as you reach the brothel doors. You go inside, men and woman grinding on each other as you go to the backroom where you can get dressed. You smile at one of the girls whose smoking. She offers it to you, taking it and having a few puffs as she speak “quite a lot of people tonight. I reckon we might get lucky enough to have them spend out a bit more tonight on us, what do you think?” you nod and hand her cigarette back, exhaling the smoke.

“Hopefully some men who think with their dicks and not their brains” you both laugh as you get into your clothes for the night. You go out, eyeing up a few gentlemen as they walk past. You walk over to a man sitting alone. “Hey there handsome” you sit next to him, hand gently resting on his. He smiles at you slightly, drinking from a glass. “Ooh what drink do you have?”

“Whiskey. Helps settle my nerves”

“Why are you nervous?”

“I’ve never been in a brothel before” he admits to you. You chuckle slightly, stroking his hand with the tip of your finger

“I can show you how it works if you want” he shakes his head

“I’d quite like to just chat to you to be honest” he takes another sip of his drink “what’s your name?”

“What do you want it to be?” he raises an eyebrow at you. You let out a soft sigh

“It’s Isabella. Most of my friends call me Isa though” he nods

“John” you nod.

“What brings you here John? I assume you aren’t here for the obvious reason that is” he takes the last of his drink, ordering another one.

“I normally live in France but I am here for business reasons. I leave for France again on Tuesday. I’m currently at a place just down the road from here” you nod

“Are you staying with family?” he shakes his head

“No. It’s just a house a bought as my vacation home” he chugs his drink “my mother is coming over the weekend as well as some family friends. She’s arranged a ball for everyone” you nod slightly. After a few more drinks he turns to you, a look of seriousness on his face “Isa. I know we’ve just met and I don’t mean this in a harsh way and I want you to know that you are gorgeous, but I’m not going to have sex with you. But-” he places his finger to your lips, to hush you from words you weren’t going to say “but I have another offer for you. The reason my mother has arranged a ball is so that I can find a woman. However, I have no interest in finding myself a woman. But, if I have a woman she thinks I am seeing she will be happy” he smiles at you “would you do me the honour of letting me court you for a week? I will pay you” he write down a number on a piece of paper “in cash”

“I- oh my god...” you look at the number but swallow sadly “I’m sorry. I can’t leave my family for a whole week. I’m the oldest one and Id worry too much” he nods

“The weekend then. Mother comes on Saturday, so come Friday and leave Monday” you nod slightly

“I will have to check in with my family but… yes.” he smiles as he hug you.

“I will meet you here in 2 days” he smiles at you as he stands and walks out. You look at the number he wrote down and squeal in excitement.

You practically run home. You open the door and hear scurrying. You turn and see the girls had been having a mini party by the looks of it. A fort was built from blankets. You fold your arms and pretend to be annoyed. “Sorry Isa” you chuckle, to buzzed from your work night to care.

“I have some amazing news for you all” you show them the number on the piece of paper “guess how much I’m going to get payed this weekend”

“Holy shit”

“Holy shit indeed” the second oldest daughter takes the paper and looks at it.

“We’re going to be rich”

“How are you getting payed that much?”

“A kind man said he wanted me to be there to impress his mother and friends at a ball this weekend so I will be going to his. Is that ok with all of you? Daisy, you’ll be in charge for a few days” you look at her and she nods. You hug her “you are such a brave girl” you kiss the top of her head “I love you”

“I love you too” you hug her and her 5 sisters, “Were going to be so rich!” you all smile and cheer.

It’s Thursday night. You are at work. You went through all the things for Daisy and her sisters. Showing her how to wash their clothes if they get too grubby and where to place the fresh eggs from your chickens. You share a cigarette with the same friend from a few days ago. “I still think you’re mad. What if he murders you? Who will I be able to gossip with then?” she nudges you as you chuckle

“If he does murder me though, can you look after the girls? I know it’s a lot to ask but if I thought I’d left them alone and they didn’t have anyon-”

“I’ll be glad to look after them” she hugs you “I knew I should’ve talked to him first. Dammit” you laugh at her. Seeing the man you hug your friend

“Goodbye my love” you smile at her as you leave her

“I’ll see you Monday night ok?” she nods and waves at you as you go to the man. He smiles at you

“M’lady” he offers you his hand as you go into the carriage he brought. You sit and look out the window, in pure shock at how perfect the materials are. You’re in even more shock when you approach the house.

“Fuck it’s huge!” he laughs as he leads you in

“We will have our own rooms. I also should tell you that some of my friends are staying over with my mother as it is a very long trip for them” you nod and look around

“This is amazing” you look at him and smile, biting your lip

“My friends are coming around midday tomorrow. I have found some dresses for you and placed them in your room” he leads you upstairs to a room “your room. The dresses are hanging in the wardrobe. I hope they are comfortable and to your liking. I shall bid you farewell and see you tomorrow” he bows slightly and leaves. You squeal and jump excitedly. Clasping your hands together as you run over and collapse onto the bed. Loving the feeling of the soft sheets on your skin. You undress and go over to the wardrobe, finding a nightgown you place it on your body. Getting into bed and falling asleep.

You wake late the next day. You stretch as you see the sun high in the sky. You get out of bed, placing a robe over your body you go downstairs. Seeing it is nearly 11 you see John and nudge him as you sit next to him on the sofa “You didn’t wake me”

“I thought you might want some rest so I told the servants to not bother you and let you wake on your own” you look at him

“You have servants?” he nods

“I do”

“Fuck me...” you whisper. He chuckles

“Our guests will be here soon. Friends about midday but mother will join us for dinner” you nod

“I should get dressed then?” he nods. You go upstairs and shut the door. No more than 10 seconds goes past when a knock on the door happens

“Umm miss” a young lady walks in “I’m here to help you dress”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m your handmaiden for the weekend”

“Fuck he is rich isn’t he?” she giggles slightly at your words as you take your night dress off. Helping you clothe yourself and brush your hair, or more just watching you do it yourself as you insist that she doesn’t need to help you if she doesn’t want to. Once you finish you hear horses outside. Suddenly nervous you turn to the maid “how do I look?”

“You look beautiful miss” you nod and go downstairs. John waits at the bottom of the stairs, holding his arm out for you to take. You do so as he walks you both to the door to open it.

“Lady Bridgerton!” he smiles and greets the woman stepping out of the cart. You suddenly go shy as you notice multiple people getting out of the carriages. You grip the man’s arm slightly tighter with a slight fear. He pats your hand in comfort “This is Isabella” you smile at the family, averting your eyes down. You’d feel a lot more confident if you could wear clothes that fitted you slightly better.

“Ahh yes. We’ve heard wonderful things about you” she smiles at you and hugs you

“You have?” she nods and places a hand either side of your face

“That you are talented and funny. He never mentioned how beautiful you were though” you chuckle slightly at the compliment. They all go inside as John whispers to you

“See? Not so bad” you nod as you all go to the dining room so you can all sit together for lunch. John sits opposite you, a man you believe to be Anthony sits one side and the other side sits a girl who you think is called Eloise. The mother, named Violet you know for certain, sits next to John. She smiles at you

“How did you two meet?”

“Umm...”

“It was an extremely romantic encounter. She was out at a park one day and I literally just bumped into her” you laugh and snort slightly, hand covering our mouth as all of the Bridgerton family looks at you “Sorry, she gets a bit overwhelmed by our first meeting” you nod and take a sip of your drink

“It was just like every girls dream”

After food the day goes past quickly as you read away most of the afternoon. John calls you all to go into a living room. You go and sit, smoothing out the fabric of your dress as you feel one of the older brothers sit next to you. You look up to see the second oldest by you, watching the door as he slumps slightly in his seat. “I’m sorry I’ve completely forgotten your name” you admit to him.

“Benedict” you nod and smile at him

“It’s nice to meet you. Have you met his mother before?” he nods and looks at you, noticing your hands smoothing your dress

“She is a kind woman, you have nothing to worry about” you laugh slightly

“Only the fact I’m meeting a random woman that I know nothing about”

“Has John not told you about her before then?” you look at him as he smiles slightly to you. You stay silent before he whispers to you “you look fine”. Just as the woman in question walks in. She smiles at everyone as she beams at you

“Oh my dear!” she exclaims. She nearly runs over to you “stand. Let me see all of you” you stand up “yes. Oh you and my son will make beautiful children together”

“Pardon?” - “Mother!” you both say in unison

“Oh. You have a beautiful face my dear. How old are you?”

“20″

“And how do you feel about children?”

“I believe children are a wonder to this world. I babysit my friend’s children all the time” she smiles and clasps her hands together

“You are just divine” she sits opposite you and beckons you to sit again, which you do. You feel Benedict smirking beside you at your obvious awkwardness. “Do you sing my love?”

“I do but I wouldn’t say I do it very well” you smile at her

“Do sing! I want to hear your voice”

“Oh no. I don’t like singing in public”

“Please. I do not mind what you sing” you nod slightly and scratch the back of your neck. You avoid eye contact with them all as you sing softly “speak up my dear. No one likes a girl who mumbles” you sing louder. Finishing they all clap

“I’ve not heard that song” the eldest son says

“I hope not, I made it up myself”

“You made that?” the eldest sister asks as you nod

“It’s not the best one I’ve done but it’s the one of the few I can remember all the words to” you pick your nails, slightly embarrassed by the praise they are all giving you.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

#benedict brigderton #benedict bridgerton smut #smut #benedict x reader #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton x reader smut #angst #fluff #benedict bridgerton angst #benedict bridgerton fluff #bridgerton angst #bridgerton smut #bridgerton fluff #benedict smut #benedict fluff #benedict angst

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hailey-murdock · 11 months

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hailey baby I have a fluffy matt request

you spend the evening with him after he returns from a long day at the courthouse. eating takeout food, and hanging out. just really fluffy and wholesome, the rest is all yours <3

- with love, your dumbass counterpart💋

Ahhh okay so this is my very first fic, and I hope I did good for you my sweet dumdum ❤

(a/n: reblogs are appreciated)

The more I give to thee, the more I have

Paring: Matt Murdock x Reader

Warning: None. Just pure fluff.

Summary: based off this request from my most favorite person in the world (@little-miss-dilf-lover) Alicia ❤💋

"you spend the evening with him after he returns from a long day at the courthouse. eating takeout food, and hanging out. just really fluffy and wholesome, the rest is all yours <3"

WC: 800ish

Dating Matt has its advantages and disadvantages. You hated the nights when your boyfriend would come through the apartment window late at night all beaten up and hurt. But you loved him for who he is, a man devoted to making Hell's Kitchen a safe place for many people along with his closest friends and especially for you, hoping that one day maybe a mini you or mini Matt as well.

A man who worshiped the ground you walked on. A man who loves you passionately and deeply. Matt isn't like any other man you've dated before. Either it was his nightly activities or his normal job as the great lawyer he is, he always came back to home, you are his home. No matter how tired he was, he always made time for you.

And especially in a moment like this, after such a long day at the courthouse working his ass off, he finally came back to the apartment. You were in the living room, laying on the couch reading one of your favorite novels, "Romeo and Juliet". Once you have heard the door open, you immediately close your book and sit up and walk to the door.

The sight of your beautiful boyfriend made you smile, just like the first time you met back in college. Matt was exhausted after dealing with some annoying clients and lawyers. He missed the sound of your voice, your scent, your laugh. He missed every single thing about you and couldn't just wait to get home with you.

Matt never thought he could ever have such a domestic lifestyle, but that changed until you guys started dating. The more time he spent with you, the more he fell in love with you. After everything that had happened with Elektra he swore he would never fall in love with anyone else. You, you had some kind of power over him, he thought. Nobody had made him feel more alive, loved, safe and cared for before, but you did. You gave him everything he could ever want.

When you had moved in with Matt, you both agreed to take turns in cooking. One day you would cook and the other he would. But as he made his way back after a long day, he decided to get takeout for the both of you. Not in the mood to cook dinner tonight.

"Hey sweetheart", Matt kissed you gently on the lips when you went to greet him at the door. You helped him close the door and with the bags of food and set them on the table as he followed right behind you.

"Hi Matty, how was your day?", you say as you wrapped your arms around Matt's waist and he laid his chin on top of your head and his arms around you.

He stayed silent for a bit trying to savor this moment with you. "It was tiring, so much work today hun". He pulled away to caress your cheek with one hand and kiss your forehead.

You nodded since you didn't want to push him any more knowing that Matt was really tired and he would talk when he was ready. "Come on, let's eat, okay?"

The both of you pulled away from each other's embrace and took the takeout and sat on the couch with a few beers and ate. Matt had asked about your day at work, and you told him about how you got a new position that you've been working hard to get and a raise. He was happy for you and he praised you for working so hard to get what you wanted. "My hard-working girlfriend. Always knows what's best, does what she wants. I think you're way more badass than Daredevil." Matt said while chuckling with you.

After a while, Matt finally told you how his day in court went. You always felt immense joy when Matt would talk about anything. It was hard for him to open up and him being able to do that with ease with you made your heart swell.

While Matt changed into something more comfortable, you cleaned up a bit. You sat down on the couch waiting for Matt to come back and you were reading once again your book. He laid down on the couch with his head on your lap. "Read to me sweetheart."

Your hand ran through his hair as you nodded. "My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep. The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite."

Matt smiled widely as he realized when you said that it was more directly towards him then just reading it. He thought it was impossible to fall even more deeply in love with you then from what he already was.

Right now is one of the moments in which you could see the advantages of being in love with Matt Murdock. And you would never waste these moments together.

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #daredevil #matt murdock x you #daredevil x reader #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock fic #marvel #mcu

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chabashiron · 2 years

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Just One Moment

Pairing: Ginji Kyuuma x Keiichi Kuzuryuu

Words: 2031 words (I was suppose to write a 1000 words for this, but the fact that this fic is twice as long shows you the sheer amount of insanity I had while writing this/lh/j)

Synopsis: Kyuuma wants to start his weekend morning routine early. His boyfriend, however, would rather sleep in. Morning domestic fic bc yeah//

Late bday gift for @thee-yunatic-pixie, Happy belated bday! BY LITERALLY A WHOLE MONTH IM SO SORRY I got distracted constantly // Wow, writing corny flirting is not my cup of tea I cringed so hard while writing some dialogue, it's just Kuzuryuu and Kyuuma being silly mlms as they should be, the prompt is taken from pixie’s list of Kuzuyuuma prompts that I requested some time back! Also, this is a completely angst-less Kuzuyuuma fic for once(post-Borderlands aka no one dies-the au).

I do refer to both of them using their former titles so there is minor manga spoilers but not much, I probably should make more content for them Kuzuryuuma is non existent sadly I should just make my own food/lh.

Hope you’ll like this!

------------------ It is yet another Saturday once again, Ginji Kyuuma rouses from his sleep as soon as the first rays of the morning sun shone through the windows, illuminating the bedroom that he and his boyfriend were currently resting in. Stretching his bare frame as he lets out a long yawn, satisfied with the rest he got that night. There is something so magical and Disney movie-eque with how perfect the weather this morning is. The bright sun in the sky coupled with the chirping of birds, singing their songs to one another on the maple tree right outside the shared apartment, the red leaves an indication that fall is fast approaching. The weather seems more than suitable for a morning jog. Usually, folks would much rather sleep in during the weekend with consideration of how hectic the working days of the week were, depriving them of sleep. His boyfriend, Kuzuryuu was such a person, they often woke up much earlier and slept late during the working days of the week.

As the musician propped himself against the bed frame to tie his fluffy, almost lion mane-like hair into his usual ponytail, he looked down to see the sleeping attorney next to him. Breathing rather shallowly as he sleeps in a pose that reminds Kyuuma of a bunny when they flop over. ‘How adorable~’ was what Kyuuma thought as he gently stroked the mop of dark hair that belonged to his sleeping boyfriend, which seemed to have become much fluffier overnight. Knowing that the attorney is going to aggressively put on hair gel to get his usual sleek look back as soon as he catches sight of how horrible his bed hair is. Though most of Kuzuryuu’s body was covered up by the blanket, Kyuuma could see the designer band T-shirt that he himself was wearing just last night on his boyfriend’s smaller frame, it was clearly a little oversized for him with how loose it was at the sleeves and collar, showing off Kuzuryuu’s collarbone. Their original pajama's top half was discarded sadly at the foot of the bed in favor of Kyuuma’s shirt, leaving Kyuuma to sleep topless once again. He did not mind one bit, seeing how contented the former King of Diamonds was sleeping in it. His lips slightly parted, breathing softly. Despite being slightly chapped, it still caused Kyuuma to stare at it for some time, hypnotized. He even contemplated waking the younger man next to him with a kiss, but ultimately shook his head at that idea. Kuzuryuu’s work often caused him to overwork and generally have less sleep during the working days of the week; he definitely deserves to sleep in.

Though Kyuuma could easily spend the entire morning admiring how gorgeous his boyfriend is, he had already made plans to take a jog around the neighborhood before surprising his partner with breakfast in bed. Already conceptualizing what he would like to make for breakfast: a simple grilled salmon along with some rice to go with it… maybe some green tea would be good too? He planned as he attempted to pull himself out of bed, but that was when he realized he was stuck. Blinking in surprise before glancing down once again, he was so fixated on planning breakfast that he did not even realize that Kuzuryuu had cuddled up to him. Quite like a koala to the branch of its favorite eucalyptus tree, the attorney, even while asleep, clung onto the former King of Clubs tightly. Kyuuma could have sworn Kuzuryuu shivered against him, it seems like the attorney was feeling a little chilly considering how close the fall was. Even the weighted blanket that covered both of their bodies didn't seem to help much with the cold. "Ginji-", the once asleep attorney murmured, his eyes still shut, but it did seem like Kyuuma's movements did cause him to rouse from his sleep.

"Keii?Did I wake you up by accident? I'm sorry babe-'' The musician muttered apologetically, his hand gently caressing Kuzuryuu’s cheek as the lawyer slowly woke up. Kuzuryuu shook his head rather slowly, Kyuuma wasn't sure if he was trying to wake himself up or if he was answering the question. Obviously, Kuzuryuu still looked rather tired, with their bare cognitive functions working on autopilot as they almost instinctively wrapped their arms tighter around Kyuuma’s midsection, nudging their face into the crook of Kyuuma’s neck as they clung onto him. Under all that jaded exterior, Kyuuma always finds himself lucky to be the only one to experience Kuzuryuu's more affectionate and gentle side. Especially behind closed doors, the attorney is rather tender and loving. Kyuuma gets the full experience of his affections first thing in the morning, the sleepier Kuzuryuu is, the more unknowingly clingy he can be. The former King of Clubs blushed, automatically putting his hands around his lover’s thin waist to pull him closer, he could already feel Kuzuryuu's warm breath against his bare skin as he croaked out a rather groggy sounding 'Good morning', their voice scratchy from the lack of hydration for the last seven hours. Kuzuryuu moved his head to look up at Kyuuma's face, though his eyes were not fully open, the light from the window did cause the amber under those heavy lids to shine slightly. No matter how bright their eyes are, they will always be beautiful to the curly-haired musician; who gently pressed his lips to their forehead, causing the attorney to form a rare smile. "Babe, good morning to you too~" Kyuuma purred back at the sleepy raven-haired man who clung to him. It took Kuzuryuu a while to compose himself as the musician let Kuzuryuu rest his head on his chest. "What time is it..?" They finally asked, clearly comfortable, their limited attention was focused on fidgeting with Kyuuma's ponytail.

"It's 8 am in the morning, Keii! I need to go running!" Kuzuryuu's eyes parted slightly, "Ginji, it's a Saturday morning-" he protested, grumbling as he shifted himself off from sitting on his boyfriend’s lap to lying back down on the bed. Half his face was now obscured by a pillow, bleary eyes looked back up at the musician. “It’s called a routine, Keiichi~! And besides, a workout routine could be good for a sleepy head like you, you know, you should try it sometimes! '' Kyuuma teased, only causing the other man to shake his head and roll his eyes at the teasing. The musician can tell that his boyfriend is smiling, just by the way his eyebrows were pointed, definitely not in the usual scowl he wore most of the time but rather perked up. “Studies do show it boosts energy." Kyuuma peeled the pillow away from Kuzuryuu's grip and face. "And besides, it's just a small price to pay to keep maintaining my God body~” Kyuuma emphasized the last two words while winking at his partner, his hands strategically rested on his hips before puffing up his chest like how a magnificent frigatebird would do to attract a partner. Succeeding as this seems to have immediately caught Kuzuryuu’s eyes and attention, looking at him and reacting as if this was the first time he saw, in Kyuuma's own words, his 'glorious pecs'. The proof is in the pudding and those abs won’t lie, the attorney felt their cheeks heating up and simply placed an arm over their face in an ill attempt to cover up their embarrassment.

“Well,” they breathed, pinching their nose bridge to curb the sudden flow of blood towards it, “The evidence is factually reliable but then again I am very much biased towards you." A small smile remained on Kuzuryuu's face as he laid back in bed, seemingly coming more to his senses. "Well, you certainly seem more awake now, you are speaking like an attorney once again.” he joked before gently nudging Kuzuryuu’s shoulder, “Hey, since you're up…do you want to get up for breakfast? Or perhaps join me for a jog?" Kyuuma's soft warm touches were met with the former King of Diamonds ' own cold hand holding onto his, the musician had immediately brought it to his lips, gently blowing hot air at it in an attempt to warm it up. Kuzuryuu did not respond instantly to Kyuuma's question, a lazy smile on his face as he ran his thumb over the musician's left hand as his boyfriend continued to warm him up. Massaging the guitar calluses that formed over his boyfriend's fingertips, the proof of years of playing the electric bass and the acoustic guitar which was something the former King of Clubs took great pride in. The attorney shook his head, "Maybe later, I think I'll like to rest for a little more… ", Kuzuryuu turned the offer down, looking up at Kyuuma rather nervously hoping that the taller curly haired man didn’t feel saddened by the rejection. Instead, Kyuuma nodded his head, his smile always so genuine, leaning down to kiss Kuzuryuu’s forehead once again did it dissolve any lingering worry the attorney had, his boyfriend is the most understanding person to him and he knows it. The moment Kyuuma tried to get up to leave once again did something click for Kuzuryuu, their hand was still interlocked with their boyfriends, tugging on it to get him to look back at their laying figure on the bed.

“Keiichi?” Kyuuma looked at them confused, his feet already planted on the ground next to the king-sized bed the two of them share, already one foot pointing towards the nearest bathroom just down the hall. “Do you need something, babe?” The former king of diamond nodded, “You.” Kyuuma immediately sat back down on the ruffled-up sheets, wordlessly pointing to himself, clearly flustered. “...You in bed so I can cuddle with you a little more.” the attorney explained, gently tugging on his hand again, getting him to lie down next to him, the musician obliges easily. They were practically sharing a pillow right now, literally breathing against each other’s faces and necks as Kyuuma reached for Kuzuryuu’s face with his spare hand. His strumming hand seems less rough than his fretting one, delicately playing with the bangs of dark hair that fall over Kuzuryuu’s amber eyes. “Can you stay in bed with me for just one moment.” a bit of his usual seriousness coming through in his voice, he wanted Kyuuma to keep him company for a while longer, “...please. You are so warm and nice to snuggle up to, and the bed will be so cold without you,” he admitted, hoping it was a convincing enough argument for Kyuuma to stay with him instead.

Completely forgoing the idea of having a morning jog at this point in time (and also knowing he can’t win an argument against an ACTUAL lawyer who is also his boyfriend), Kyuuma resigned himself to his fate, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend who had begun to drift in and out of consciousness. “How about we go to bed early tonight, and head to the park tomorrow morning?” Kuzuryuu suggested sleepily, yawning in between words as Kyuuma pulled the weighted blanket over the both of them, “Mmm, sounds like a plan…” Kyuuma agreed as Kuzuryuu went back to sleep, snuggling against Kyuuma once more as he hummed a small tune to help him sleep better. It was a lullaby, the musician had realized that it helped ease his partner’s mind, it evidently work as the attorney fell silent once again. Kyuuma gently petted Kuzuryuu’s back as he slept, the repetitive mindless motion as well as the comfiness of the bed and his boyfriend practically clinging to him like a certain marsupial made Kyuuma more bored and relaxed once again, feeling heavy-lidded as he let out a yawn, ‘One moment, I will take a short nap and be up in a bit, maybe I will still have time to jog once around the house before breakfast.’, he unknowingly lied to himself as he held his sleeping partner close to him. And before the former King of Clubs knew it, he was out like a light.

The both of them ended up sleeping for an additional hour that morning. ------------------

#alice in borderland #Imawa no Kuni no Alice #keiichi kuzuryu #kyuuma ginji #they are just a little fruity #Bambee's writings #kuzuyuuma #aib

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gretagerwigsmuse · 2 years

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ok i think my thoughts are coherent enough to discuss part 2

there something about bradley never wanting smart aleck to feel embarrassed or forced to put on a fake smile, or just generally uncomfortable with his work, which leads him to accidentally making her feel all those things and more that is like. very poetic. in a sad way. and it started with him just wanting to be bradley and nothing else, and wanting to have a clear separation between work and life, since what he does for work can so easily become all consuming. and so he just creates this divide, never really thinking about what it looks like from the outside, and by the time he does realize that what hes doing maybe isnt healthy or just good for a partnership, its too late and he doesnt know how to address it. and they both care about each other so so so much that they are willing to hurt themselves for the other, willing to stay at home as too not embarrass their partner, willing to spend hours at an event alone so as to not embarrass their partner, all while what they really want to do is be there for each other no matter what.

i kinda get the feeling that smart aleck is the first serious relationship bradley has had, especially in regards to him knowing he wants it to go somewhere? like im sure hes had a few longer relationships but he was probably never like "yeah im gonna marry them" and it was more of a "see where it goes kinda thing". so he probably has to work a bit more at the communication. i do think however that they fit so well together and so much can go unspoken but totally understood between them that sometimes bradley forgets they cant actually read each others minds and understand each other 100% of the time.

but anyway enough of the sappy shit. actually no i lied the idea of them being domestic and not living together but grocery shopping together cause they are going to be eating all thee food together is so sweet. they dont live together but they do. its just a matter of which place they are at. i feel like bradley would be the type to ask her to move in even if it seemed like it would traditionally be "too soon".

ok now im done with the sappy shit. THAT SHOWER SEX SCENE?!?!?! HOLY FUCK. his love of the soapy titties, thinking about how he needs ask for soapy titty pics on his next deployment.. yes king live your truth. also i must say i loved him teasing her about being his sugar mommy. i just know he makes that joke more and more in their relationship and at first shes like "Bradley dont you dare" but then one night she kinda leans into the sugar mommy thing and is like "oh wait yeah actually i do want to spoil my bubs". anyway i cant wait for the actual gala

AHHHHHH this was so much and so sweet!! thank you tiernan!!!

yes smart aleck is definitely bradley's most serious relationship! he's had two partners in the past that he was with longer term, but like you said, not on the oh i'm going to marry them level? i feel like before mav came back and bradley kind of gets his own new found-family, he kind of accepted the idea that it just wasn't in the cards for him to get married or to have a family of his own? because he had the navy and he had friends and he just got comfortable with it? and so when he's presented with this opportunity to have this life where he can just be bradley - you're my bradley, i weep - and just be himself and his own person - when he hasn't really had that opportunity since before his mom died - his brain short circuits a little and he's like shit i still have to keep these separate?

so yeah, there is something very sad, yet poetic in that - for both of them, really! i also feel like not seeing his parents together and in love during his formative years also shaped him in not really knowing what an adult relationship looks like? tbh his only example was probably maverick and i doubt that was entirely...helpful

the only real reason she still has her apartment is because of the pool and that her peloton is still there lol. when they finally move in together and eventually get engaged, she makes bradley put a plunge pool in the backyard and there's a whole issue with getting the permit and she 'takes care of it' since bradley is too nice. i just love the idea of shared routines with couples and shared domesticity? so yes i will always throw in something like them going grocery shopping or just talking about work or something because that's the stuff that really makes up a relationship - not that showerhead sex and soapy titty pics aren't important buuuuuut yeah live your truth bubs!!

anywhooooo thank you again for such a lovely comment/ask! 🥰🥰

#asks #bradley and smart aleck

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Play It Cool - Tyson Jost (28/n)

Pairing: Tyson Jost x OFC (AJ)

Word Count: 3688

Warnings: Language. Sexy times implied. Just to cover my ass, if you're under 18, get thee outta here. Looking for Chapter 27? https://at.tumblr.com/brainrattlers/play-it-cool-tyson-jost-27n/187cuft9d2jv Looking for how this whole thing started? Chapter 1: https://at.tumblr.com/brainrattlers/play-it-cool-tyson-jost-1n/onij73btqw05

Author's notes: Well, first, I'm doing even worse this week than last, it's nearly 4am. I have to be work in 4 hours. We'll see how this Tuesday goes. Otherwise... It's time for a roadie... the first lengthy one that Tyson's been on since AJ moved to Minnesota. It'd only been a few months since the last one, and even more than that, them living apart for weeks at a time. But it doesn't make it any easier. Also, AJ's intuition starts gnawing at her again.

As always, 3am typos are likely to happen, so I'll reread and fix in the next day or so. Thanks for sticking with me in all this!

The first win was still eluding the Wild, and Tyson was definitely trying to figure out how to elevate his game, to help his team. They had one more game at home before an extended road trip, one that he was not particularly looking forward to.

AJ wasn’t looking forward to the time apart either, but in her head, she knew that at some point things would go back to being long-distance for a few days at a time, anyway. Fortunately for her, she was realizing there were some good things about Tyson being on the road.

Staying up late.

Sleeping in.

Eating all the things that would derail Tyson’s nutritional habits. Or eating all the things he generally didn’t like.

Sprawling out in bed.

There were a handful of other things too, but AJ didn’t want to go overboard. There was the thought of heading to Denver to see Jess, but she was elbows deep in her nursing program, so that was probably out of the question. Also, AJ did still have to be a functioning adult and work in the mornings and such. So maybe 1 and 2 would at least be on the weekends, and finding out when Jess had her next break in classes would help determine that trip.

With the game against Vancouver coming up, Tyson threw himself into workouts and watching the previous games to pinpoint what went wrong for him. AJ was doing her best to help out, even if she didn’t really know what to say or do at times. Mainly, it was just listening to Tyson trying to talk through things, working the thoughts out, out loud.

What she hated though was the fact that she felt selfish that he was spending so much time working on his game, knowing that he’d be on the road for ten days soon. But AJ also knew that this is what she was signing up for when she started dating him, the idea being driven home by veteran WAGs and players alike.

Fortunately, that first win happened against Vancouver, in a thrilling overtime victory. Didn’t matter that Tyson had a relatively quiet night, he was absolutely amped. After the post-game wrap-up finished on Bally Sports, AJ’s phone started buzzing from the coffee table.

Tyson: Hey baby girl, guys are going out. But I’m thinking home.

AJ: If you want to go celebrate, it’s okay.

Tyson: I don’t think you are catching my drift. (winking emoji)

AJ: … oh my

Tyson: Home in about 30.

Realizing what was likely about to go down (oh ho!), AJ quickly took a shower, cleaning up a bit, shaving her stubbly legs and washing her face. Toweling off, she found one of Tyson’s jerseys, and threw it on over a pair of boxers she was going to sleep in. Checking herself out in front of a mirror, it didn’t even look like she was wearing anything under the sweater.

Impatiently, she waited for Tyson to get home. In her head, she was attempting to find a sexy pose for Tyson to find her in when he walked in, but she just felt awkward. Instead, waiting by the door to simply ambush him as he got inside was the new plan. AJ anxiously watched the clock on the wall, and looked at her phone, checking timestamps on the messages on her phone.

Finally, the door lock clicked. AJ couldn’t come up with a casual enough looking pose, so she just went for the door.

As the door swung open, Tyson stood in the doorway originally with a surprised face, but it morphed into him arching an eyebrow up, biting his lip as AJ saw his eyes blatantly trail from her face, down to the floor, and back up again. The teeth that were holding his bottom lip were quickly replaced by his tongue sliding over the very same lip. Something about her wearing his jersey like that set off a fire inside him. He took a few strides into the apartment, shutting the door quickly behind him.

“You look good in green,” Tyson’s eyes were full of mischief, pupils large and dark.

Fighting the flush on her cheeks, AJ took a step toward Tyson, grabbing the lapels of his suit jacket, pulling him toward her. He found that her eyes were just as dark and it added fuel to that fire. Leaning down, Tyson’s lips found AJ’s, and the two stayed connected as they both fumbled to get his jacket off, followed by unbuttoning the shirt underneath. He had kicked his slacks off before they made it to the bedroom.

AJ squealed as Tyson picked her up and gently tossed her onto the bed, him following close behind. She rolled over to put her phone on the nightstand. He stopped to admire his name and number on her back, thinking about what was (or wasn’t) under it all. The tiny hint of shorts under the jersey caused a minor short circuit in his brain, and all Tyson could think about was taking them off but keeping the jersey on.

Grabbing one of her feet, AJ shrieked in fear he might start tickling her, but he had other plans. Lips lightly grazed the skin of the top of her foot, causing her to shudder, in a good way. Tyson looked up toward her face with a similar look of surprise that graced her face as she gasped.

“Did I just find a new spot that we didn’t know about?” Tyson smirked, then continued to let his lips wander over AJ’s ankle, and up the inside of her calf.

Breathing becoming erratic, AJ couldn’t contain the whimper that spilled out without warning. Between the warm, soft touch of Tyson’s lips and the contrast of the fuzziness of his scruff against her skin, her eyes pleaded with his to stop the slow tease he was pulling off. AJ could even feel his lips curl into a grin as he continued his torturous pace up and over her knee. For some reason her skin just seemed more sensitive than it normally was, and he loved seeing her unraveling just from simple kisses, her fingers tangling into the sheets.

It’d been a minute since Tyson had seen AJ this way. The couple had been so focused on the mental aspect of each other, that the physical side of things had been pushed away a bit. The timing hadn’t been right.

But it was right now, especially knowing that he was leaving for the roadie the next afternoon, and wouldn’t have the chance to touch her for the next ten days. The night was all about AJ, prolonging the inevitable departure in the morning. Tyson was quite proud of just how riled up he managed to get her, and with a little help, was able to witness her letting go of all control multiple times.

The two made some memories that night, and as if the memories weren’t going to be enough of a reminder, a few new bruises littered their skin from overzealous kissing. Luckily, they were all in places that typical clothing and/or hockey gear would cover, but in places that while getting dressed or in the shower that were easily seen - little reminders of their night. As they’d fade, it meant they were that much closer to being together again. Tyson did make mental notes about the spot on the top of AJ’s foot that set the wheels in motion, and AJ was already plotting for the next time she’d surprise him, ONLY wearing the jersey.

With the adrenaline of the wins (on and off the ice) wearing off for Tyson, and the utter exhaustion had by AJ, the two curled up, after she shed the jersey. Finding their ground in curling up, skin pressed against skin, he heard the soft snores coming from AJ. He soon followed down the same path.

The morning alarm came way too early. Optional skate was a thing for Tyson, and he knew he couldn’t miss it. He was starting to feel some pressure as a couple of guys were called up from Iowa. And straight from practice, the team was slated to head to Boston.

It was a tough “see you later” - an emotional “I’ll text you when we land.” This would be the longest the two had been apart since AJ moved to Minneapolis. Remembering the list of things she had looked forward to doing while Tyson was gone didn’t stop the tears from falling from her eyes as he held her tight, kissing her forehead.

The two finally pried apart, knowing Tyson couldn’t be late. Heading along I-94 to TRIA Rink, he too was fighting the tears he was trying to be strong enough to hold back earlier. Letting a few out, he felt better, especially after texting from the dressing room at the rink.

Tyson: Love you Eggo. Try not to miss me too much. I’ll text you before we take off.

AJ smiled at the noti on her watch as she was replacing an imaging unit in a printer. With the flight leaving at 2pm, she planned her text to hit around 1:30, before takeoff.

AJ: Here’s a little something for you to listen to while you’re traveling around, a little something to remind you I’m thinking of you. Love you too babe (Spotify link)

Tyson hurriedly opened the link, and looked at the playlist, smiling at the title.

A + T 4ever

Downloading the playlist to his phone before takeoff, he put on his headphones and pulled his hoodie down over his face, waiting to fall asleep to the playlist AJ had made him. Mind you, Tyson’s and AJ’s musical tastes are VASTLY different, but they were both trying to find some common ground. But this time, this playlist was pure AJ and her music taste chaos. But there were definitely some themes woven into the tracks.

Tyson being Tyson, he passed out quickly on the plane and missed most of the playlist. But he fell asleep to it that night, and listened to it while showering the next morning after morning skate. He found a few songs in there he liked, and added them to his own Liked Songs list. He found himself humming a few of them in the locker room with a smile on his face.

Unfortunately after the previous win in OT, the Wild lost in OT against Boston. The team took it pretty hard, but at least they got a point out of it. But the flipside was that they were traveling to Montreal early, and spending a handful of days there, rather than traveling back and forth so often. While AJ would have preferred Tyson being home, it was far less stressful on the team, with less jetlag, to stay out and about.

When they weren’t in practice, they all ventured out and explored, visiting friends and seeing sights. Tyson constantly was sending photos and texts about his adventures to AJ, with most of them saying “I wish you were here to see this with me,” or “Next time, you’re coming out with me and we’re eating here.”

AJ simply sent photos of the things she was doing back home, regular routine stuff. Boring in comparison, really. But he still appreciated the glimpses of home. Calls before bed were a thing again, and the occasional attempt at phone sex and sexting. It just wasn’t quite the same as the real thing, and knowing these two, it ended up in some traded photos trying to be sexy but took a hard left and were just silly instead.

The Montreal game was a win, and not even in OT this time around. But there was something gnawing at AJ’s intuition with the game. Tyson had been put on fourth line, and didn’t even break ten minutes of ice time. She didn’t say anything about it when they talked, figuring if it wasn’t bothering him, it shouldn’t bother her.

The team traveled to Ottawa the next day via train, instead of flying. It was a beautiful day, and the team was in good spirits for the trip. Guys were able to relax a bit, playing card games, some read as the countryside sped by.

And then there was Tyson, hoodie pulled over his face, headphones in.

Tyson: Getting ready for a nap on the train. Miss you baby, so much. Text you when we. Not when we land. When we get to the station. (heart emoji)

AJ: Sweet dreams babe (kiss emoji)

Tyson slept the entire trip, waking up to her playlist somewhere on repeat number three, coincidentally on the Rolling Stones’ Miss You. He screenshotted the song playing and sent it back to her, showing it was indeed from her playlist as well. It made her musical heart happy that he was still listening to it. They talked on the phone a bit that night, but called it an early night as he was an hour ahead, plus had practice early to loosen up the legs before the game that night.

AJ still felt like something was off. Her suspicions were confirmed with the announcement that both Tyson and Goligoski were scratches for the night. She was angry, but it was out of her hands, nothing she could say, do, or feel, was going to change it. However she didn’t even bother watching the game. Instead, fired up Fortnite, and played a few matches, texting Nate to see if he was in. Unfortunately he had a game the next day and was already preparing for bed.

(Author’s note: I wish I had that sort of self control. It’s.. 2:58AM right now, and I have to be at work in 5 hours!)

Letting her emotions get the best of her, AJ truthfully wished the Wild would lose, because Tyson wasn’t playing. Un/Fortunately, they did win, 4-2. The texts were short that night, especially as they were an hour ahead still, and flying into Detroit. But he didn’t mention the scratch being upsetting to him, so she was trying to play the same card. Tyson did tell her he would text when he landed but didn’t want to wake her up, no response needed.

AJ was wired still when the text came in, saying he was heading to the hotel. She snapped a photo of a fading bruise on the inside of her thigh, near her knee, sending it in a text.

AJ: It’s almost gone, can’t wait for you to be back. (Photo)

AJ: However maybe not so many next time, they’re a little sore (kiss emoji)

Tyson: (evil imp)

After some sleep, the team headed to morning skate, and afterward was an interview with Evason. Someone questioned Tyson’s scratch status.

“It could have been anyone, it was just his turn this time.”

While the response should have made AJ feel better, it did nothing to make the negative feeling in her gut go away. It compounded when it was announced both he and Goligoski were scratched AGAIN for a second game in a row.

AJ was livid at this point, and felt stupid for feeling that way when again, there was nothing she could do to fix it. But what was upsetting her was that this was supposed to be Tyson’s chance to have that fresh start that he missed out on with the Avalanche. Play with a mixture of players that would challenge him. He was promised that chance for ice time, to get to play on special teams more, to show why he was the 10th pick overall his draft year. To AJ, he was getting the Avs treatment all over again.

She didn’t even have a chance to compose a text, not that she knew what to say anyway because her words wouldn’t form a coherent sentence as upset as she was - Tyson already had.

Tyson: Watching the game tonight?

AJ: No.. I… this… fuck I don’t even know what I want to say.

Tyson: I need to work harder. Gotta show them I belong here. It was the wake up I needed. It’ll be okay. Just trust the process, k? And I need you to be part of it.

It was hard for AJ to come up with anything really in response. Her heart hurt for him.

AJ: I’m not going anywhere.

Instead of watching the game, AJ actually decided sleep sounded good.

The game was a 2-1 loss. The flight to Chicago after the game was quiet, which was good, they needed the rest, going into a back to back. From the hotel, Tyson snapped a photo of his collarbone, the faintest of marks showing in the photo, and sent it to AJ.

Tyson: Almost gone, but I’ll see you tomorrow night. Perfect timing. (photo)

Tyson: You’re probably asleep, so I hope you’re having the sweetest dreams. Of me lol (heart emoji)

AJ woke up super late with a migraine, but the photo and message brought a smile to her face. (Followed by her getting some caffeine and meds, and heading back to bed for a bit longer.) After a couple more hours of sleep, her phone buzzed with notifications from the Wild showing lines for the game - with it came a wave of at least temporary relief - Tyson was playing against Chicago. Feeling a little silly, AJ drew a sign on a piece of paper, nothing flirty, but a sign for Tyson nonetheless, as she couldn’t be there.

LET’S FUCKING GO JOSTY!

AJ sent the sign via text, and received a video clip in response:

Opening the file, Tyson kissed his knuckles, then bumped his phone screen with them, “See you tonight babe, LET’S GOOOO!”

There was something different about Tyson that night. He definitely was trying harder. And he seemed grittier… which wasn’t his style, but he was trying to prove a point. A few hits landed their intended target. But late in the third, a Wild player got hit awkwardly in front of the bench, right next to Tyson… and he didn’t take it well. He checked Patrick Kane, but the timing was off, and was called for boarding. But before that even could be deciphered, Max Domi skated up to Tyson, and they squared off.

AJ watched in horror as Domi pulled him to the ice, and then wouldn’t let go. The two linesmen were on top of both of them, trying to pull them apart, one of them clearly still hanging on. (It wasn’t Tyson, I can tell you that much.) After all was said and done, Tyson got two for boarding Kane, and five for fighting. Domi was bounced after an instigating minor, a fighting major, and a game misconduct for the incident. Tyson skated to the box with a grin on his face as he ran his fingers through his hair before replacing his helmet.

The breath that AJ didn’t know she was holding finally made its presence known as she gasped, feeling the relief that he was okay. She knew Tyson wasn’t a fighter, but he still tried. And maybe it was the spark the team needed - they went into OT, and ended up winning the shootout.

It was a sweet way to end the road trip and head back home. Finally at the airport, Tyson’s phone started buzzing with notifications, mainly from AJ.

AJ: TYSON WHAT ARE YOU DOING

AJ: NOT THE FACE!! NOT THE FAAAACE!

AJ: FUCK DOMI, FUCK HIM UP BABE

AJ: I DON’T KNOW WHY I AM YELLING IN ALL CAPS

AJ: OKAY GOOD YOU’RE ALRIGHT

AJ: Ngl that was kinda hot though (water drip emoji)

Tyson chuckled as he tapped a message back.

Tyson: Be home in a couple hours, can’t wait.

Tyson: Love you babe

AJ: Can’t wait either, I’m still a little *rowr* from the fight. Come to bed when you get home (winking emoji)

Tyson: You wearin my jersey? (evil imp emoji)

Chapter 29 is here! https://brainrattlers.tumblr.com/post/700974148357390336/play-it-cool-tyson-jost-29n

#Tyson Jost #Josty #Tyson Jost x OFC #Play It Cool #NHL #MNWild #TysonTuesday

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afr0-thunder · 6 months

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[Poor Chronicles Pt. 23]

*STARBUCKS EDITION*

I was working with the assistant coach who says, “Nigga!”. It must have been judgment day or something. We worked very closely yesterday and he was playing music. He asked if I had any requests. I said, “I had one yesterday (off day), but I can’t remember, I’ll let you know if I do.”. He also asked what kind of music do (I) like. I just said, “Rap and Pop, mostly.”. He said he “doesn’t really like pop, just mostly R&B.” and “female rap.”. I was thinking, “Well you should, as many times as I almost catch you saying ‘Nigga’…”. The day was today, I thought like 6 times, “Did he say Nigga or was it just the song (and him)?”. He was right next to me during “Ice Spice - Munch”. She raps so fast on it, I was just like, “He won’t say it…but he might.”…and before you know it, “That _____ a munch, nigga a eater…”. He just stopped, covered his mouth and said “Oop!” and looked at me. I looked away. Job was in my hands.

Anyways, I didn’t remember the song, but I requested Megan Thee Stallion “Big Ole Freak” and ZAYN & Taylor Swift “I Don’t Wanna Live Forever” to level out the pussy popping party we were having.

I had two dreams last night. One where I worked with these two rappers from the West Side at this fried chicken restaurant, who ironically, I saw making a music video on my way to work last year. The other with one of my newer female coworkers. She was supposed to be giving me a ride home and they took me to her apartment. She’s cute, but she keeps smiling at me at work. Bitch, if you want this dick, stop subtly letting everyone know we want to fuck. I have to maintain my reputation as obviously straight, but potentially homosexual. I don’t like pussy at work.

I took a long walk before work and after I arrived (early). Explored even further west (or is it North/Northwest?). I stumbled upon this Irish statue (sculpture?), The Galliene?. It appears I just was revisiting places I had already been. I’m taking another walk today.

I have decided to not go on a date or see anything in the downtown area. I was looking to purchase a movie ticket and thought, this will be fun, but I don’t spend money outside of the South Side, especially not outside of my old neighborhood. Also, what do I look like paying for pussy. Outrageous. I still have to acquire service for my cellular device at some point. Will update you all soon on my efforts.

I have revived chips in my diet. I still miss them everyday when we’re apart. Now, I will make some ramen noodles.

This is as short as I can see myself making a “Poor Chronicle” and it’s still very long. I may make edits tomorrow for updates on things I’ve already said, but that is it.

- MH (2023)

[10/21/2023 - 9:46AM - Typed]

[10/22/2023 - 12:27/28PM - Posted]

EDIT: I went for a walk in Gold Coast. It was nice, wish I could see more. I also walked to Oak Street Beach about 30 minutes before my shift. My African American manager asked me to get him a peanut butter milkshake and I said, “I may not have time.”…because of my walk time being unknown. The man didn’t know which one was peanut butter, I could tell by the look on his face, so I left. He started yelling at me about not bringing anything back. I said “ __________, I TOLD YOU I WAS GOING FOR A WALK!”. He still wanted a milkshake. I was like, “I don’t have time, my shift starts in 11 minutes! I clock in usually in about 4 minutes from now!”. He still asked. I went and told him I was going to whoop his ass in the alley after the shift for making me be 3 minutes late. I also said I would have his stomach pumped for the milkshake after my shift for not playing my song request (which he skipped, it got played after though) and making me (technically) 10 minutes late and missing like $1 or so in pay. They were out of chicken for my favorite chicken salad after the shift. This happened Tuesday night as well. Told my female coworker (who said “Nigga!”) that she was fired for this because she threw it out when we closed. It was my manager who refused to make it yesterday. He also, before we closed, asked if I was retarded (not verbatim) or if I ever “had like 8 kids in any of my classes”… I almost smacked the shit out of him, but just ended up saying, “No, I was the smartest kid in every single one of my classes.” and he went on to tell me who he thought was disabled at my job. I just laughed and started walking home.

I considered not fucking my female coworker’s life up because I said on one of my snapchat stories that I was no longer letting “racist niggers” suck my dick, then I said, “But why would I do that?” after I saw her titties and said “That would be so ridiculous.”. There’s also this other racist girl I remembered I went to college with (great titties as well), hate that bitch, so she needs to get her life fucked up too. Very religious, so why would she not want to get fucked by god? Exactly.

Anyway, onto acquiring service today…

#personal #poor chronicles #poor #poverty #life #lesson #life lesson #life lessons #guidance #struggle #chicago #2023 #LilMark #PUNKAssMark #afr0-thunder

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libidomechanica · 9 months

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#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #122 texts #cinquain sequence

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sungod55 · 2 years

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Once inside the barons residence the Baron was walking to the table & the Baron pointed at the couch & said put you’re things over there you are staying thee niiiight… the boy hadn’t honestly thought about what he was going to do for the night time. He was prepared to spend it outside especially since the Northerns gave him that cool new hoodie. He didn’t know how long or what the Baron was going to do but he felt like he was going up bleed & be fed to the dogs…. The Baron pulled off a curtain of an extra table & turned around grinning his grin at the boy whom he gestured onto the table both not saying a word.. the table had a spot to hold his head still as well an adjustable spot to secure his hips in place. There were chains & a harness to attach to each ankle and the same for his wrists. The Baron strapped him in & then left to bring in 2 stacked cages each holding a chicken. Setting them down he then spun the wooden wheel attached to the chains & they pulled on the boys arms and legs until he was fully stretched out & started to say ahhh a lil. His shoulders popped & then the Baron left out the door again to bring back 2 wolves walking next to him. He snapped and pointed and the dogs sat down and watched as he let the chickens out & stood there. The Baron went & twisted the wheel again to pull the boy more. He yelped and the Baron went & lit some candles & sat down on a stool as he drank from the wine jug & snapped again which made the wolves attack the chickens. *the table contraption was positioned so there was an angled mirror on the wall exactly where his eyes would look showing him the area where the wolves were ripping apart the chickens. He could feel the chickens pain in his lower back and kneecaps. His shoulders were numb & he felt like his chin was being smushed into his chest. When his eyes were closed for a moment from the pain he heard the wheel turn felt the legs and arm chains release one notch… then the Baron shifted the arm chains which had adjustable arms to put to the sides of the boy which make back crack a few times. The one notch down on the chains could really be felt & as he wiggled his hips his lower back crackled so much & he felt so good after that. He started wiggling his toes & fingers & started freaking out about not being able to move. As the panic was increasing the Barons grinning face crept into view of the boy & as the wolves were busy eating & the chickens weren’t making noise anymore. The Baron uttered very deliciously these words as he sliced small cuts into each side of the boys back “With blood & broken bones. You may now rise as if you have flown”… the Baron snapped & the dogs both sat with the chicken parts in his mouth. Said sharply a couple sounds that sounded like drop it. And the wolves dropped the chickens. Which the Baron told the boy to go pick up as the boy was standing up from his entanglement. “Grab the chickens & run home or I will have the wolves eat you.” The Baron said this & then turned & looked down at the boy with wide eyes and a serious face that he hadn’t ever seen before.. the boys body got cold as if the Baron was putting some ice into the boys soul. He went to the chickens & saw the wolves turning their heads as they were watching him. He reached for the first one and the wolves barked but was still sitting upright. The boy jumped & then grabbed the second chicken as both wolves started growling. He looked at the Baron who’s face turned into a Crocked smile. The boy felt cold again and looked away and went to the door with his back so stiff & nervous he felt weird walking.. The Baron yelled “run boy!!” &the dogs both barked. He ran out the door holding each chicken & was listening for the door and looked back and saw nothing but the house…. He stopped for a second & sighed deeply. Then he heard the Barons fingers snap as if it was in his ear. The boy started running & then when he heard the door creak open again &he turned his head back & could see the Barons silhouette holding the door open. Then said “Go get him girls!!” & the wolves shot out the door

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nomattertheoceans · 4 years

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Listening to Feyre and Tamlin's wedding and I'm like.... could this get any more similar to a white American traditional wedding??

#istg she didnt change a thing #like #they spend thee night before apart #feyre is wearing a white gown #tamlin proposed with a ring #feyre has a bouquet and she's walking down an aisle #the guests are sitting and get up when she walks #they're married by a priestess #uuuugh #this whole thing just bugs me soooo much #like omg i know it's kind of a detail scene from the beginning of the book but like...#she put zero effort into being creative with wedding traditions and it bothers me #also yes im listening to acomaf again lmao #sjm critical

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subspencer · 3 years

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spencer w a thot gf. not in like a cheating way but in a way where like she Knows she’s hot af. megan thee stallion

we love to see it !!

wc: 940 cw: dirty talk, super supportive boyfriend spencer, and it's not explicitly pervy but if you like perv!spencer you'll like this too

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“Do you think Spencer’s going to like it if you wear that?” JJ asked, watching you get dressed in the mirror as you adjusted the tiny silk straps of your dress.

“Yes, JJ,” you resisted rolling your eyes as you tugged on the incredibly short hem of the dress. “He knows he doesn’t get a say in what I wear. Besides, he likes it when I dress the way I want.”

You smiled while sweeping a coat of gloss over your lips, picturing Spencer’s face later on when he’d see you in this outfit. You had on a silk slip dress in a soft purple color, his favorite shade.

He’d never seen it before. To go with it, you wore a strappy pair of sandals that he actually helped you pick out on a shopping trip together. He liked the way they laced up your legs, making you look so tall and drawing his eyes over your whole body.

“Now, for your hair,” Emily interrupted, pursing her lips as she went back and forth between two looks. She pulled your hair into a sleek ponytail and then let it all down. “See, it looks so shiny and sweet down, but pulled back…”

“Totally brings out your tits,” Penelope chimed in.

She was right. With your hair out of the way, you could get a clear view of your chest, just barely contained in the tight bodice of the dress. Laughing, you handed Emily a hair tie and nodded, “The choice is clear, then.”

Emily pulled it back perfectly, placing final touches on herself as well before the four of you headed out for the night. The plan was to have a little girls night, and at the very end, meet up with the boys.

You didn’t spend too long with the girls before you started to miss Spencer. You couldn’t wait any longer to see him, or for him to see you, so you sent him a little text.

Come sooner.

That was all you needed to say, and without a doubt in your mind you expected him to show up within the hour. One of the hottest things about him is that he always did anything you asked him to. Putting your phone away, you went back to the floor to dance.

“Seriously, Reid, you’re not jealous?” Derek smirked. The pair had been in the bar for an entire ten minutes now, watching you dance and not notice their presence at all. “She doesn’t even know you’re here.”

“She’s enjoying herself,” he shrugged, eyes still on you with a smile. “I like seeing her happy.”

“She’s surrounded by a bunch of other dudes!” Derek’s brows were up his forehead now. None of the guys were touching you, though. You wouldn’t let them, and Spencer knew that.

“Yeah, I know, I have eyes,” Spencer scoffed, taking a sip of his scotch. “Watch this,” he shot Derek a wink, placing his glass down on the bar top in his place and walking over to you.

He approached from behind so you couldn’t see him, getting closer to you while you were distracted with dancing. Spencer slipped his hands over your waist, stepping so close he could feel the heat coming from your body as he delicately wrapped his large hands over you.

“I have a boyfriend,” you scoffed and pushed the two hands away with force, not bothering to look behind you.

Spencer smiled. Placing his hands back on you, he pulled you with just enough force to have you colliding your back onto his chest. “Let’s not tell him, then,” his lips skimmed against the rim of your ear as he whispered it close, voice low and playful.

“Spencer!” you gasped, turning around to find exactly who you expected it to be. You’d recognize his voice anywhere. Your arms quickly wound around his shoulders, pulling him for a quick hug, followed by a heated kiss. One of his hands slipped lower from your waist and roamed down to your ass, running his palm lightly over the soft flesh as his tongue slipped into your mouth. The fabric of the tiny dress rode up under his fingers; he could’ve easily pulled it up entirely and grabbed at your bare skin, Instead, he ducked his fingertips under so subtly, digging them into you.

Minutes later, the song ended, and your lips broke apart. You whined when Spencer removed his hands too soon for your liking, laughing at your pout as he put them back to your waist.

“I like this dress,” he smirked, running his thumbs in slow circles over the soft silk at your ribs.

“I knew you would.” You ran a hand through his loose waves, eyes dark with lust for him after getting to see him properly. He looked good enough to take home right then and there, just leave everyone behind to get home with him sooner. Pressing a kiss onto his neck, you teased, “Do you think it’ll look better on your floor?”

“No. I think it would look better pulled up to here,” his palms squeezed your waist tighter, fingertips tickling you and making you giggle as he wiggled you closer. The gap between you was nonexistent, chests and hips pressed together, “while I fuck you in it. What do you think?”

You nodded, letting him take you by the hand so you could leave together. “But Spencer, I swear if you get anything on another one of my dresses, I’ll ruin you.”

Laughter played around the rims of his lips, remembering all of your dresses and skirts he’s stained by finishing on them. “Guess I’ll just have to make sure I finish inside you then.”

#spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid #spencer reid fic #blurb

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likeastarstar · 3 years

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11:43 PM- Yoongi

(A/N: For the anon requesting honeymoon night with wither yoongi or jk! Thanks for requesting, I hope you like it!)

I promise to always see you for the person you are, to try to understand you always, and listen when I can't.

No one ever told you how scary getting married was. The act of trusting someone so deeply was terrifying, to devote yourself to them in a way that held you to them for the rest of eternity. It was terrifying.

There's no way you'd even be doing it if it wasn't Yoongi standing at the end of the aisle, smiling at you with so much excitement on your face you practically ran to him.

I promise to support you as much as I promise to protect you. To intertwine my life in yours as seamlessly as my soul is attached to yours.

Yoongi could tell it was getting to you all week leading up to the wedding, the tension in your shoulders, the anxiety over even having to spend one night apart from him. It was him that you wanted, but the entire concept of a marriage was just... scary. His vows were strong, they were true, and they were yours. He soothed any worry that you had, easing the fear and replacing it with the clarity that it would be okay- nothing would change, you would be you and he would be him.

He hadn't stopped touching you since the ceremony, whether it was a weighted hand on your back or holding your hand with a gentle steadiness as you thanked family and friends for coming. He whispered sweet words and convictions in your ear as you danced, staying close beside you through the reception and excusing the two of you early on in the night.

I wish I could promise you the world, but it isn't mine to give. Instead, I'll give you mine and everything that comes with it with the promise to always love you as I do now- which is with an infinite abundance.

You looked at him with careful eyes, watching his reflection in the mirror as he walked up behind you, kissing the top of your shoulder.

"Mrs. Min," He mumbled against your skin with a small smile you returned instantly. His large hands held the waist of your dress and smoothed down the material, gazing at your figure with intense focus. You turned your head towards him slightly, meeting eyes for a fraction of a second before he kissed you.

You felt his hands work and the buttons holding your dress up, sweeping your hair to one side and undoing the small buttons without taking his eyes off of you, "I missed you last night."

"First night we've spent apart in awhile," You agreed, "Let's not do that often."

"I'll have to go on tour eventually, things'll open up again, I'll be traveling more." He pointed out.

"Put me in your pocket and take me with you," You pouted. He laughed and nodded kissing your neck sweetly.

"Yes ma'am," He whispered, punctuating the last word with undoing the last button, pushing the soft material of your dress down your body.

He moved downwards with your dress, its fabric rippling at your feet in a pool of lush material. He kissed down your back, bent over slightly, breath flush against your hip.

"Venus," he noted, referencing a painting you felt flattered to be compared to. You scoffed lightly, which turned into a gasp as he lifted you in his arms with ease, a cheeky smile on his face.

I take thee to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health. To love and to cherish, until my lungs give out. I pledge thee my faith, my trust, and my heart. I love you, I'm yours forever.

Yoongi fucked into you hard, thrusting his hips against yours with an almost bruising intention.

"Make it hurt," You gasped, feeling your pussy constrict around his cock, pulling him in and trying to hold him there. You entire body reacted to your husband, wanting him as near you as possible. Your body burned out the tension you had been holding, forgetting everything else but Yoongi and Yoongi alone.

"Okay, baby," He grunted, fucking you even further into the bed. He pinned you down on your back, hand on your hips and the other one under your knee, holding it up against his body. You could feel your heart beating too fast but calmed down when you looked at his face, a stupidly mushy expression on it.

Yoongi met your gaze and cursed under his breath, collapsing on top of you and kissing you roughly, "I love you- I love you, I love you." He chanted against your skin.

"I- fuck, I'm really glad I'm married to you, I love you," You said urgently, gasping slightly when his hand found your clit and he thrust into you at the right angle, hitting the soft spot in your pussy that sent you unraveling.

Your vision blacked out, pressure building up, blood pulsing in your ears that took your ability to hear from you momentarily. It was overwhelming, the level of emotion in your body as you shoved yourself down onto him the best you could to ride out your orgasm. You panted slightly, coming around him as Yoongi increased his speed, getting sloppier, less targeted before he finished as well with a low moan and a string of curses.

"Holy fuck," He groaned, resting all of his body weight ontop of you for a moment, pressing his face into the crook of your shoulder.

"Give me twenty and we'll go again," He grinned, pinching your side teasingly and laughing when you squeaked in surprise.

"You really weren't kidding about cherishing me until your lungs give out," You joked, still trying to catch your breath as you raked your fingers through his now slightly sweaty hair.

"Definitely not," He laughed, smiling at you, "A promise is a promise- raw dogging my wife is a part of my duty as a husband."

"How romantic," You teased, smiling contently down at him. Marriage was terrifying, yeah- but it was worth it.

masterlist.

(A/N: did I ruin the moment with a smutty ending? maybe but a hoe will do what a hoe will do.)

#bts drabble #bts timestamps #yoongi x you #yoongi fluff #yoongi drabble #yoongi x reader #yoongi one shot #yoongi!wedding #bts wedding au #yoongi smut

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asmutwriter · 2 years

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Just A Woman (Part 1)

DESCRIPTION: You work at the local brothel, trying to get enough money to survive the difficult time period. But then a customer gives you an offer you can’t refuse.

A/N - I watched Bridgerton and I love Anthony but then I read one fic about Benedict and now I’m hooked

If you would like to read these chapters in more sizeable chunks then I have split this part into 4 pieces

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

WORD COUNT: 12,538

Next / Master List

WARNINGS: Smut (of course), swearing, mentions of prostitution, time period sexism, dom Benedict, sub reader, mentions of sex work

DISCLAIMERS

- I wrote this in my knowledge of sex workers and I am truly sorry if I got it wrong and/or is offensive, that is not what I wanted to do and I’m sorry if that is the case

- This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

You go back into the house, a young girl reading a book comes out. You smile and tap her on the shoulder, as she turns to look at you. You grab the book from her hand and run from her.

“Isa!” she yells and chases you

“It’s romantic”

“It’s slightly sickening”

“I can’t help it if you’re inexperienced in the ways of love” you laugh

“Sickening”

“Romantic” you chuckle as you look outside

“You must’ve read her book before” another girl walks out, sticking her tongue out at her sister. You laugh

“It was her fault” they all say in unison and point at each other. You roll your eyes

“Whiskey. Helps settle my nerves”

“Why are you nervous?”

“I’ve never been in a brothel before” he admits to you. You chuckle slightly, stroking his hand with the tip of your finger

“I can show you how it works if you want” he shakes his head

“I’d quite like to just chat to you to be honest” he takes another sip of his drink “what’s your name?”

“What do you want it to be?” he raises an eyebrow at you. You let out a soft sigh

“It’s Isabella. Most of my friends call me Isa though” he nods

“John” you nod.

“What brings you here John? I assume you aren’t here for the obvious reason that is” he takes the last of his drink, ordering another one.

“I normally live in France but I am here for business reasons. I leave for France again on Tuesday. I’m currently at a place just down the road from here” you nod

“Are you staying with family?” he shakes his head

“I- oh my god...” you look at the number but swallow sadly “I’m sorry. I can’t leave my family for a whole week. I’m the oldest one and Id worry too much” he nods

“The weekend then. Mother comes on Saturday, so come Friday and leave Monday” you nod slightly

“I will have to check in with my family but… yes.” he smiles as he hug you.

“I will meet you here in 2 days” he smiles at you as he stands and walks out. You look at the number he wrote down and squeal in excitement.

“I have some amazing news for you all” you show them the number on the piece of paper “guess how much I’m going to get payed this weekend”

“Holy shit”

“Holy shit indeed” the second oldest daughter takes the paper and looks at it.

“We’re going to be rich”

“How are you getting payed that much?”

“I love you too” you hug her and her 5 sisters, “Were going to be so rich!” you all smile and cheer.

“If he does murder me though, can you look after the girls? I know it’s a lot to ask but if I thought I’d left them alone and they didn’t have anyon-”

“I’ll be glad to look after them” she hugs you “I knew I should’ve talked to him first. Dammit” you laugh at her. Seeing the man you hug your friend

“Goodbye my love” you smile at her as you leave her

“I’ll see you Monday night ok?” she nods and waves at you as you go to the man. He smiles at you

“Fuck it’s huge!” he laughs as he leads you in

“We will have our own rooms. I also should tell you that some of my friends are staying over with my mother as it is a very long trip for them” you nod and look around

“This is amazing” you look at him and smile, biting your lip

“I thought you might want some rest so I told the servants to not bother you and let you wake on your own” you look at him

“You have servants?” he nods

“I do”

“Fuck me...” you whisper. He chuckles

“Our guests will be here soon. Friends about midday but mother will join us for dinner” you nod

“I should get dressed then?” he nods. You go upstairs and shut the door. No more than 10 seconds goes past when a knock on the door happens

“Umm miss” a young lady walks in “I’m here to help you dress”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m your handmaiden for the weekend”

“You look beautiful miss” you nod and go downstairs. John waits at the bottom of the stairs, holding his arm out for you to take. You do so as he walks you both to the door to open it.

“Ahh yes. We’ve heard wonderful things about you” she smiles at you and hugs you

“You have?” she nods and places a hand either side of your face

“That you are talented and funny. He never mentioned how beautiful you were though” you chuckle slightly at the compliment. They all go inside as John whispers to you

“How did you two meet?”

“Umm...”

“It was just like every girls dream”

“Benedict” you nod and smile at him

“It’s nice to meet you. Have you met his mother before?” he nods and looks at you, noticing your hands smoothing your dress

“She is a kind woman, you have nothing to worry about” you laugh slightly

“Only the fact I’m meeting a random woman that I know nothing about”

“Oh my dear!” she exclaims. She nearly runs over to you “stand. Let me see all of you” you stand up “yes. Oh you and my son will make beautiful children together”

“Pardon?” - “Mother!” you both say in unison

“Oh. You have a beautiful face my dear. How old are you?”

“20″

“And how do you feel about children?”

“I believe children are a wonder to this world. I babysit my friend’s children all the time” she smiles and clasps her hands together

“You are just divine” she sits opposite you and beckons you to sit again, which you do. You feel Benedict smirking beside you at your obvious awkwardness. “Do you sing my love?”

“I do but I wouldn’t say I do it very well” you smile at her

“Do sing! I want to hear your voice”

“Oh no. I don’t like singing in public”

“I’ve not heard that song” the eldest son says

“I hope not, I made it up myself”

“You made that?” the eldest sister asks as you nod

“It’s not the best one I’ve done but it’s the one of the few I can remember all the words to” you pick your nails, slightly embarrassed by the praise they are all giving you.

Night comes and goes, and so does the morning. You all have lunch together, then early the Saturday afternoon you see Eloise reading. You read it over her shoulder. “May I help you?” she asks as you shake your head

“Just bored. I want to do something” just as Johns mother walks into the room, John holding her arm. She smiles at you

“You could sing for us some more my dear if you are bored”

“Oh I don’t think people want to hear my voice anymore” she laughs

“Sing my dear. I do not care what the others think of your voice. I find it divine and want to hear more” you nod and look at the now several pairs of eyes on you.

“As you wish” you go over to the piano and start playing. Typically, you go for a slow love song. They all clap afterwards. Eloise looks at you

“Why do you always sing about love and romance?”

“It’s the easiest thing to think of on the spot”

“I wish you would change it up a bit”

“Oh. Is that a challenge?” she laughs

“I doubt you would be able to think of one” she scoffs “when I can find a woman who doesn’t want marriage” you bite your lip anxiously. You stand up and go in front of her, holding your hand out for her to take. “What?”

“You are joining me. You wanted something different did you not?” she nods “then take my hand and trust me” she laughs slightly, but intrigued she take your outstretched hand. You look at her as you lift your skirt slightly, so she can easily see your feet. You hear Violet go to say something but you notice John shake his head. She lifts her skirt up to, just above the ankles. “Foot forward. Heal to the floor” you show her, as she copies. “Hit twice, then go back and hit your toes to the floor twice” you show her as she copies. You show her the rest of the dance, she copies as best she can. “Now turn to me and dance down the length of the room, hands pressed to each other” she nods and does as you do.

“I don’t believe you’ve actually done this to a song you’ve made up” you raise an eyebrow to her, going over to a little table you hit the top, creating a rhythmical thudding noise. Johns mother smiles and does the same on a table near her as you stand and do the dance. Once getting to the other end you start to sing, repeating the dance. Going back to her, you take her hand, doing the dance with her, nodding and smiling at her as she manages to keep up. After the dance you stop, bowing to each other and smiling

“I hope you enjoyed that. I and my friends have a full dance routine to that song. It looks cool when we all do it”

“Are they coming to the dance tomorrow?” Daphne speaks up. You shake your head

“Unfortunately no. It’d be unfair to only invite one of them but I think only one is old enough to go to a dance” she nods as Johns mother turns to the woman as they begin discussing tomorrow’s ball. You bite the nail of your thumb as you suddenly realise you will be likely required to dance in a more proper fashion and you only tend to do more… eccentric dancing so you need to brush up on your more posh dances.

So, when it gets late at night you go into the drawing room. It is the furthest away from the bedrooms so if you knock something over or fall over yourself you’ll be less likely to wake the family here. You practice the steps of your feet, counting out loud the numbers. “One two step one two step and spin. One two step one two step and spin” you repeat. “And spin, spin, spin, spi- holy fuck” you get made jump as you see Benedict standing in the doorway. You place your hand over your heart “you scared me half to death” he chuckles

“Apologies miss. I didn’t mean to” he pauses a moment “You’re pretty good at dancing too”

“Thank you. It’s not my best talent but it’s one of them”

“Where did you learn?” you run your hand through your hair

“I umm, I taught myself actually. I would always picture myself at fancy balls or parties”

“Have you never been to a ball before?”

“No. Unfortunately not. Not ones that I can dance to. I snuck into a couple before, weddings mainly. Get free food and drinks that way. But I couldn’t dance at those ones as I didn’t want to bring attention to myself” he nods

“You’ve not danced with anyone then, have you?” you avert his eyes

“Is it really that obvious?” he laughs and walks over to you

“I can only tell because your hands are in the wrong places” he takes your hand, placing it on his shoulder, taking your other one in his as he places his hand on your waist “you need to have a more relaxed frame. Yours is up to high” you nod as he smiles at you “Now count again” you nod as he takes the lead, surprising yourself with the fact you don’t tread on his toes at all. Once you both find a rhythm your curiosity gets the better of you.

“Why are you up so late?”

“Couldn’t sleep. Came down for a drink and I heard you counting in here”

“So you aren’t just stalking me?” he laughs

“I’m going to spin you, ok?” you nod as he slowly spins you under his arm, pulling you back into the dance. “Where did you and John really meet?”

“What do you mean?”

“Considering how long he’s been talking about meeting this amazing woman you are not quite what any of us expected. Plus, he doesn’t seem to be fully attached to you. You seem to be like strangers to each other. Makes me think you don’t know each other very well”

“I thought your sister was meant to be the smart one of the group?” he laughs

“Is that meant as a compliment or an insult?” you smile at him as he spins you again

“A compliment. I’m not sure who I’m allowed to tell though so if I tell you then you have to keep it a secret”

“Promise”

“Pinkie promise” you keep the dance up but move the hand that’s holding his upwards, holding your pinkie finger near him. He nods and takes your finger with his

“I promise” you smile and go back to taking his hand and dancing.

“He came into my work one night and asked me to be his female friend for this weekend” he raises his eyebrows at you slightly

“You work?” you nod and avoid his eyes.

“Got any more dances you think I need to know about before tomorrow?” you say as you change the subject

“None that I can think of. You’re good considering you’ve never danced with anyone before”

“Will I need to know the quick paced ones?”

“Possibly?”

“I might just sit those ones out if they are a part of the event” he nods

“Might be for the best” you move away from him, letting your arms fall to your sides as you look him in the eyes as your own dart to his lips for a second, and then look away. You feel his eyes scan over your body quickly before he stretches and looks away from you.

“Considering how late it is, I’m really not tired” he nods in agreement

“No neither am I” you look at the clock in the room

“Fuck it’s nearly 2am” he laughs slightly. “What?” you look at him

“I’m not used to such words falling from the mouth of a woman who looks so well dressed” you laugh

“I think I’ve done pretty well to not have vulgar language in front of your family though. One of the few things John said to me was to not swear” he nods as he watches you go over to the bookshelf in the room. “I love the book selection this house has” Picking one out you flick through the pages. You let out an annoyed groan as you put it back

“All of them except that one I presume?” you nod as he comes to stand by you

“I dislike romances”

“Why?”

“They are an awful representation of a woman and how she thinks” he furrows his brows as he looks at you

“I would’ve thought they are quite accurate” you laugh and turn to look at him, seeing his soft eyes contrast the slight irritation of the rest of his face “doesn’t everyone want love?”

“Yes. But it isn’t always possible. Most of the time woman and men marry for convenience, not love. It gives girls a terrible idea of how their adult life could look like when the reality is far worse” you see his brow go to normal again as he watches the candlelight dance on your skin. “I always dreamed I’d marry a handsome prince. That a man would meet me one day and he would fall in love with me and we’d live happily ever after in a castle. I realised that men don’t want anyone who doesn’t have anything to offer” you lightly touch the spine of the book you had just held in your hand “men want an untouched woman who’s main purpose is to sit still, look pretty and have children. Not one with a lot to say and an intelligent mind”

“You have a very biased opinion of love”

“Have you ever been in love?” he shakes his head

“No. I’ve liked people but never loved anyone. Have you ever been in love?”

“No I don’t suppose I have. At least not in the ways that books describe it as. I loved my friend and I love her children but that is a platonic love” he nods

“What about your parents?” you laugh slightly

“I don’t have any parents. I did have someone who looked after me but she died about 4 years ago” you see him watching you out of the corner of your eye. “Sorry. Telling you my whole sob story which you probably don’t care about”

“No. Please go on. So long as you are ok talking about it” you nod slightly. He hesitates at first before he takes your hand as a way to comfort you

“There’s not really much else to say. I now live with her children and look after them” you chuckle slightly as you turn to face him, meeting his eyes in the low light of the room. Your breath catches slightly as you take a few seconds to take in his features. You mentally shake yourself and look away, but subconsciously tighten your hand around his. He raises an eyebrow to you

“Are you ok?” you nod

“Yeah. Fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” he chuckles slightly

“You seem nervous is all?”

“Yeah. I’m nervous about the ball tomorrow” he smiles at you

“You will be fine” he brushes a hair behind your ear, watching your cheeks turn red. “It is late. We should be off to bed” you nod

“Goodnight Mr Bridgerton” you say as you walk calmly to your room. You get in and shut the door, placing your back against the cold wood you smile to yourself and get into bed.

The next morning you awaken late again. You get dressed and go downstairs. After you have had breakfast you go to find Violet. You bow to her slightly as you see her “Lady Bridgerton. I’m sorry to bother you but I was wondering if I could have your help. I’m not fully acquainted with balls and I am unsure of which dress to wear” she smiles and looks at you

“My dear, I’d be happy to help you” you both go to your room, showing her your dresses she picks out the prettiest one for you. Holding it up against your body “Yes this one. The colour will suit you just fine” she smiles and lies it on the bed “get dressed about 10 minutes before it starts. It will ensure your dress stays as nice as it can be for when the guests arrive” you nod and smile at her, bowing as she leaves the room. You go over and gently trace the fabric of the dress.

The day seems to take longer than normal as you pace around the house. Anxious about tonight. You get dressed into the gown, one of the maids helping you do up your corset and put the dress on. You walk out to see all the Bridgerton’s and John waiting for you. You smile and go over to John. You see him put a finger up “I have something I want you to wear tonight. A gift from me to you” he turns and takes out a box. Opening it he reveals a beautiful necklace. The colours matching perfectly to your dress.

“Holy shit!” you cover your mouth. He tries hard not to laugh as do some of the Bridgerton siblings. He picks it up from the velvet box,

“May I?” you nod as he places the piece around your neck. You lightly trace the jewellery. He smiles as he watches your face beam with joy as you hug him. Pulling away and straightening your dress again

“How do I look?” you twirl

“Beautiful” he takes your hand and kisses it

“Good. That was the correct answer” he laughs as he excuses himself momentarily. You see him go over to the older Bridgerton boys but you are too busy talking to Daphne to take into account what he says. That’s when the first guests start to arrive. You hide in the corner of the room, watching as the men and woman dance away. All beautifully choreographed. You have found yourself at a buffet table, indulging in the grapes there. Colin walks over to you

“Are you not going to dance?” you shake your head

“If I dance I fear I may fall over and make a complete fall of myself” he nods as you hear his name being called. You turn to see a young ginger haired girl approach you. You smile at her and bow slightly.

“Colin have you seen your sister? I’ve been trying to find her but I haven’t had such luck”

“No I haven’t Pen. I saw her earlier but not recently” she nods as she looks at you and smiles

“I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure. I’m Penelope”

“I’m Isabella” she bows her head slightly to you as she looks at Colin. You see complete admiration in her eyes as she looks at him. You see a similar look when he meets her gaze.

“I believe the next dance is starting” you say “It’d be a shame for you to not show off such a beautiful dress miss” you smile at the young girl. Nudging Colin “I would take her to the dance floor but it is not proper. Would you do me the honour of taking this beautiful girl for a dance?” he chuckles and offers his hand, you smile as she takes it and they head off. A few moments later you are met with Benedict. You look at him and offer him a grape to which he turns down. You pop it into your mouth as you watch the couples twirling and dancing. “What did John say to you earlier?”

“What do you mean?”

“He said something to you and your brothers earlier this evening. And I haven’t seen him tonight so I wondered what he asked you” you can see him about to go and change the subject but you interrupt him beforehand “if you don’t answer me I will ask your brothers. If they don’t answer me I’ll ask every single person at this party until I find out where he is” you smile at him innocently

“He said that he has an urgent meeting with someone so he will attend when he is free. He asked me and my brothers to keep you company and make sure you feel welcomed here” you nod and eat another grape

“Are you not going to dance?” he shakes his head “Why not?”

“No one here I’d like to dance with” you nod and look around “do you not want to dance?”

“I would but don’t you have to wait for someone to ask you?” you look at him as he nods. He puts his hand out for you to take

“Will you do me the honour?” you smile and take his hand. Letting him take you to the dance floor as he smiles at you, telling you the basic steps as he takes the lead. After the dance you bow to each other and go back to where you were standing. An older woman comes over to you and smiles

“Hello my dear. That dress and necklace is amazing”

“Thank you ma’am” you nod slightly at her in appreciation. She smiles

“Your dancing is amazing as well. It looked like you were having lots of fun” you nod and smile

“Oh it was great. I did nearly piss myself from excitement though” she looks shocked at your words but then laughs slightly. You look at Benedict who is also trying not to laugh at your words. “Where do I get a drink?”

“I’ll go get you a lemonade” you nod and smile as he walks away, leaving you with the woman. John’s mother walks over to you

“My dear. Why don’t you show Lady Danbury here your singing skills?”

“Oh no I couldn’t possibly-”

“I insist. It is my son’s ball so he will be happy for you to show your skills” Benedict walks over and gives you your drink. You take it

“Thank you” you smile but lean closer “save me”

“Come on my dear” she goes over and calls out “everyone. My lovely friend Isabella will be singing a song for you all” she looks at you. You tighten your grip on your drink

“Fuck it” you murmur and take your drink as a shot. You walk over to one of the instruments the band is playing “May I?” he nods and allows you on it. You start to play a few notes, thinking of words to sing. You start to sing, your voice filling the now quiet hall. Afterwards they clap for you

“How would people like another song?” you shake your head

“Oh no I-”

“Go on, sing for us some more” Johns mother says. You catch eyes with Benedict who mouths ‘go on’ at you. You glare at him before nodding slightly and playing the instrument again you start to sing words. Everyone claps again and you bow slightly. Going back over to Benedict

“Amazing performance there” you playfully hit his arm

“Hush. How much longer before I can take this dress off and wear something less damaging to my organs” he laughs slightly “I’m serious. I think my torsos gone numb. Plus I’m overheating. I feel a little like a lobster in a pot” he laughs again, making you glare at him but smile.

“I think it’s about an hour or so longer to go”

“Fucks sake” you say just as Lady Danbury walks over to you again, raising her eyebrow at your as she overhears your swear. You smile at her and bow slightly “m’lady. Pleasure to see you again”

“You have quite the excellent singing voice. Where do you hear the songs you sing?”

“Oh I make them up as I go. My friend always told me I have a good ear for musical notes”

“Yes. The words though my dear. They really speak to the soul do they not?” you nod and smile at her

“I have to admit, my other friend reads romantic novels constantly and I always mock her for it. Tending to make up soppy words on the spot to make her embarrassed” she laughs at your words

“Makes sense my dear. She is lucky to have a friend like you” she smiles as she leaves. You look at the Bridgerton brother

“Was I ok?” he nods

“You were great” he takes a sip of his drink “I think she may be quite fond of you” that is when Eloise and Penelope walk over to you. Penelope watching Colin fondly from the other side of the room. Eloise looks at you

“Danced with any men yet?”

“Only your brother. No one else has asked me to dance” she nods “have you two been in a dance yet?” they shake their heads. You look around, seeing if you can find a young man to dance with any of you. You make eye contact with someone who looks at you intensely. You break eye contact but before long he walks over to you four.

“Don’t I know you from somewhere?” he looks you up and down

“I think you have me mistaken for someone else” you smile at him. He looks at your eyes and grins

“No I know you. You work in that little place down the road. What’s it called? You know. The place with the who-”

“Yes Mr Bridgerton I would love to have another dance” you say as you take his hand and go to the dance floor. You see the two younger girls try to ask the gentlemen questions but he dismisses them both and walks away.

“Where do you work?” you shake your head at the question.

“That is not relevant. And now is not the time or place to ask me” you smile at him slightly, meeting your eyes.

The rest of the night goes slowly. But the following day goes by quickly when it is soon the evening and you must go. You are surprisingly sad to say goodbye to all the Bridgerton’s and John. But you make your leave, them driving a carriage back to your place of work. John allowed you to keep some of the dresses he leant you, noting he left you the money in one of the gowns. You get out of the carriage, walking home from the brothel. You open the door to your small and quiet house. 6 young girls running and hugging you. “We’ve missed you so much” they all start telling you about their days. You nodding and smiling at them all, knowing you must retire to bed soon as you are tired. The eldest notices

“I’ll put them to bed. Go and have a bath and go to sleep” you nod and do what she says. Falling asleep, memories of the past few days filling your dreams. The next morning you are awoken to find all the younger children crawled into your bed. You hug them all before leaving and getting dressed, going about your morning duties before they wake up. Once they have all awoken you all have lunch together and they go and play in the garden apart from Daisy who is sitting down reading a book.

“Not more romances I hope”

“This ones more a psychological book”

“Does the girl and the guy end up married at the end?” she nods “Then it’s a romance” she rolls her eyes at you as she places the book down on the table.

“Tell me about the ball. Was it as good as we always thought it’d be?”

“Honestly, it was better. I felt like a queen the whole evening”

“What was the food like?”

“Delicious. I managed to swipe a box of chocolates from them” you go over to your still unpacked bags and grab out a tray of unopened chocolates, showing it to her before putting it in a high shelf so the younger ones couldn’t reach it. You pull out one of the dresses and show her “I was allowed to keep 3 dresses as well. I picked the 3 prettiest ones” she goes over and touches the fabric. Letting her look at it you look at the clock. “I need to go to work. I won’t be long. I need to let them know I’m ok and home safely” she nods as she admires the other 2 dresses. You hug her before leaving.

Getting to your work place and entering it was a weird experience. You were so used to seeing people being prim and proper that it now seemed shocking to you for people to be grinding against each other half naked. You go and meet your friend who hugs you, cigarette in her hand “Isa! You’re back! You weren’t murdered” you shake your head as you get dressed into your working clothes. Some high stockings, a short skirt and a low cut corset.

“Honestly I’m glad to be back”

“Oh was no one hot enough for you to get your freak on?”

“Not that. More they were all too pristine so they wouldn’t dare even look at you in the eyes incise it caused pregnancy” you laugh as you bid her farewell and go out into the crowd of people. You go over and sit at the bar, ordering yourself a drink. A few minutes pass and you feel someone sit next to you. You take a sip of your drink before turning. “Hey ther-” you see Benedict sitting next to you, ordering a drink before he turns to you. A slight shocked expression. You look away “I’m sorry I must go” he takes your hand quickly

“Isabella?”

“I’m sorry you must have me confused for someone else” you continue to look at the ground. He tilts your head up slightly by your chin. Meeting your eyes with his

“Why are you in a brothel?”

“I could ask you the same thing”

“I think mine is a more obvious reason”

“And mine isn’t?” you motion at your clothes as he looks at your body. You see him shift slightly in his seat before looking at you again

“Why are you working in a brothel?” he whispers. You look around, grabbing his hand and taking him to a private room and shutting the door

“I told you I worked. You seem surprised”

“I am surprised”

“Why? Is a girl not allowed to make money of her own? Is she not allowed to express her sexuality like how men do?”

“You are. I’m just surprised to see someone who seemed so shy to even look at a man working in a place where her job is to have sex with them” you turn red at his words. “How long have you worked here?”

“About 3 years” you look away from him as he nods and sits on the bed. “So John...?”

“He payed me. But don’t tell him I told you. Shit. Why are you here?”

“Although John is going back tomorrow and his mother is also leaving today they said that we could stay in their house for a week. Have a family week away”

“So you’re here because?”

“Because it is difficult to find a woman out here, if you must know” you chuckle slightly

“You’re right. I can go get you one of our lovely ladies if you’d like?”

“I umm, I’d quite like to just stay in here and talk to you. If you’d be ok with that?” you nod slightly and go and sit next to him on the bed.

“I can’t be long here. I promised my friend I’d be back home soon. I said I’m only coming here so that they know I’m ok” he nods and looks at you

“Why don’t we go back now?”

“What?”

“I want to chat. You want to go home. I might as well come with you, right?”

“I’m flattered but I don’t know if my house is up to your kind of requirement” he shrugs and stands up, holding his hands out to you

“I don’t care. I want to see where you live” you nod and let him help you up. You excuse yourself and quickly get dressed into your normal clothes and then join him again. You both walk about a mile to your house. Once there you look at him, trying to judge his expression on his face as he sees your small house.

“Welcome to my home” you go over and open the door “I’m back! I brought a friend with me as well” you say as you see the 3 oldest in the living room. Benedict walks in behind you, looking round the room. Daisy looks at you and then the man. Raising her eyebrow at you as he looks around. You look at her “what?”

“Oh nothing” he smiles at the girls.

“Where are your sisters?”

“Outside” you go out and call for them. They all run in and hug you within seconds. You hug them back and smile. You motion

“This is Benedict Bridgerton. These are my friends. Daisy who’s the oldest. She’s 15. Jasmine who is 14. Sofia is 12. The twins, Rebecca and Heather who are both 9 and then Katherine who is 3″

“I want to show him” Sofia announces, taking his hand. Dragging him to the kitchen. Jasmine goes and holds his other arm. You go to say something but he shakes his head at you slightly

“It’s alright” he says softly to you as the two middle children show him your small home. The twins following behind them. You feel a small body hug at your leg, looking down you see the youngest. You pick her up and kiss her head.

“Tours done. Now what?”

“Games!”

“Oh yes!”

“Isa please?”

“I want to play games!”

“Oh yes a game would be fun!”

“Wow you guys calm down. Let’s let our guest decide what he wants to do shall we?” you calm them all, as Daisy announces loudly

“We could always show him our play we’ve been practicing”

“Oh no he won’t want to see that” you say as you’re interrupted by people again

“Yes we can get a boys opinion on it”

“Oh please can we show him the play?”

“It’s such a fun thing as well”

“Please, please, please!” they all exclaim loudly as you shush them again. He chuckles as he sits down.

“A play sounds wonderful” you look at him

“Why did you have to say that...? Ok play it is then” all the girls squeal as they start running around happily. “You are going to regret saying that so much. It’s embarrassing” he laughs

“It makes them happy though” you nod and smile slightly as he smiles at you.

“It’s short as well, just so you’re warned”

“Isa stop chatting and get in position!” Rebecca almost yells at you. You chuckle as you all get into position. He smiles and watches, interest sparking in his eyes. Sofia goes out onto the ‘stage’, bowing as he watches

“Welcome one and all to this year’s finest show. Today we embark on the circus. A tale of heartbreak and love awaits” she dramatically says as he claps as she exits the stage. They all go on, saying various lines. Some of the younger ones forgetting so you having to speak for them. Others speaking to early so needing to repeat lines. But overall it is (an intentionally) comedic and fun experience for you all. He claps as you all go out and bow on the stage.

“We hope you enjoyed that, sir” says one of the twins. He nods

“I enjoyed it thoroughly” she giggles at his words and hides in your leg “I’m especially impressed that Isabella managed to hold the child the whole time. Even during the dramatic dancing part” you laugh as you hug the youngest child close to you.

“Goodness it’s late. I should prepare some dinner. Can you guys entertain yourselves for a short while?” they all nod and go into the kitchen to grab plates “What time do you have to leave today?”

“I told my family I had some things to do outside the house so they won’t mind me going back later”

“Do you care to join us for food?” he smiles

“I’d be honoured” you nod and go prepare some food, him coming in and joining you as he watches the kids running and playing with each other “How long have you lived here?”

“It used to be their mothers house” he nods and looks at you, a smile forming as you cook some food. Heather comes over

“Can I help cook?” you nod

“Yes you can my sweet” you grab a stool for her to stand on, “cut the potatoes for me” you smile as she carefully peals them and places them into a pot. About an hour goes past and you all sit down. Food given to each of them. Eating them all you see Daisy look at Benedict

“What’s it like?”

“What is what like?”

“Living in such luxury”

“It has its ups and downs”

“Leave our guest alone. I’m sure he doesn’t wish to be bombarded with questions” she nods

“Did you get to dance Isa?” Jasmine asks you and you nod “did all the girls looks like princesses and the boys look like princes?” you nod again as she smiles

“It looked like straight out of a fairy-tale. It was almost magical” she giggles

“Can you teach me how to dance?” Sofia asks.

“I can try. I’m sure Mr Bridgerton can agree when I say I’m not very good at it” he chuckles slightly

“I don’t know. Considering you’ve never been to a ball before I’d say you did pretty well”

“You flatter me” Daisy looks at you

“I’ve been reading more of my book today”

“Oh yeah?” she nods and smiles “what’s it about?”

“Two people who don’t realise they are made for each other until he goes off to war and she realises she can’t live without him”

“Sounds depressing”

“Oh it’s wonderful. The end of the book is her travelling to where he’s posted and she runs to him and kisses him. Saying just the nicest line”

“Let me guess. ‘Oh my love I could never live without you. You are the air that I breath and without you I feel like I’m suffocating’“

“No. Ok maybe slightly like that. But when you say it it just sounds obnoxious” you laugh at her words

“I just say it how it is meant to be read”

“You weren’t joking when you said you disliked them, huh?” the man laughs as you all continue eating and chatting. As night begins to fall you put all the children to bed. Going into the living room to see Benedict looking at a drawing that’s placed on the wall.

“Sofia drew that” you go over to him

“She’s very good”

“I know. She refuses to believe it though. Claiming she can never get hands right. I told her to just draw the characters with their hands hidden beneath clothing or behind their backs but she said it looked unauthentic that way” you go and sit down. Seeing the book that Daisy spoke about earlier. You pick it up and open it. “‘When I think of thee my palms sweat and my knees go heavy. I fear to be in your presence may be the death of me for I love thee so’. Yep, it’s as bad as I thought it would be” he laughs and goes over to you, sitting by your side and taking the book from your hands. Flicking to a new page he reads

“’I know truly I am in love as my heart skips and butterflies fly when I see you standing in the sunrise. I love you and all your imperfections, though there are few to count. My heart yearns for you as I cannot imagine my life without you by my side’” you watch him reading.

“How do you make it not sound like absolute shit?”

“I read it the way it’s meant to be read” you glare at him as he flicks through the pages “looks quite good” you nod and watch his eyes scan the words. You take in a sharp breath and look away as he looks towards you.

“Can I help?”

“No” He chuckles slightly and goes back to read the book. You turn to look at him again as he reads out loud

“‘I asked for your name but when you spoke I didn’t hear the words. My body was too bewitched by your beauty to focus on the sweet softness of your voice’” you shift slightly in your seat, his voice sending waves straight down to your core. You bite the nail of your thumb as he notices your slight irritated nature. “Are you ok? You seem... unwell” you shake your head and look away

“I am very well thank you” he places the book down and turns to you. Scanning your body to see if you are lying. He meets your eyes as you look at his lips quickly before meeting his gaze again. He smiles slightly. You bite your lip, leaning towards him and placing your hand by his leg as you lean slowly closer. His eyes watching you. You take his non retreat as a sign for you to carry on as you place your lips to his. Embracing each other in a soft kiss. You pull away and go to sit back up straight “sorry I-” he shakes his head and places a hand either side of your face, pulling you in for a kiss once again.

You still remain balanced on one hand, the other going and placing it over his. You feel him lightly push you with his body so your back is on the sofa. You wrap your legs around his waist as you keep kissing, a hand going to his hair and the other going onto his upper arm. With his hands on the arm of the sofa either side of your head, he pulls away, smiling at you before he kisses your jawline, then your neck, lightly tugging at the top of your dress so he can place light kisses to the tops of your chest. You rut your hips slightly into his as one of his hands trails down the side of your body. He pushes your dress up slightly, lips still attacking your chest as he strokes your thighs with his hands. Just as you feel his hand start to move higher you both hear a noise from the bedroom. You both pause. Waiting for any other noises to happen. You hear footsteps start to walk towards the door as you feel him get off of you as you sit up and pull your dress down. Jasmine walks out. “Hey my dear” you smile at her, trying to be as innocent as you can. She smiles and tiredly waves at you

“I wanted some water” you nod and stand up, going to the kitchen to fetch the young girl a glass. You give it to her as she smiles

“Go back to bed my dear” she nods and hugs you quickly before walking back to the bedroom, shutting the door behind her. You stand in the middle of the room as he sits. You hear him let out a slight chuckle as you glare at him but smile. “It’s not funny. We almost just ruined a poor girl’s innocence” he nods and puts on a serious face, but you can see the humour still dancing in his eyes. You smile at him and playfully hit his knee. He laughs as he stands up, making you catch your breath as he stands closer to you then you thought he would. “It’s late” you say as you look at him. Eyes meeting yours.

“It is”

“You should be getting home to your family. They will worry otherwise” your voice no more than a whisper. He nods and takes a step closer to you. Taking one of your hands in his he kisses it, still holding it when he stands up straight again. You smile as he makes eye contact the whole time. “I am happy for you to stay the night if you wish?”

“You are right I should be getting back” sadness fills you slightly as he drops your hand, missing his touch already.

“You could always say that it got too late for you to walk back so you stayed in an inn or friends house?” he nods slightly, he takes hold of your chin with his thumb and finger, placing a kiss to your lips again. You feel yourself practically melting into him. He pulls away and looks at you, thumb lightly tracing your bottom lip as he smiles

“I could get lost if I left at this hour” you nod

“I will walk you back tomorrow. I know where the house is but in this light I fear we may not find the way” he nods as he removes his hand.

“Where will I sleep though?”

“Shit...” you trace a hand through your hair as you laugh slightly. “I would say you could sleep in my bed and I’ll take the sofa but I don’t think the girls would appreciate you staying in there with them”

“I’ll take the sofa then” he smiles at you as he goes over to the sofa, placing a cushion at one end.

“Give me a second” you go into the bedroom and quietly grab the blanket from your bed. Handing it to him as you shut the door again. “To keep you warm” he nods and takes the item. You go into your room to grab your nightdress, taking off your day clothes and placing the softer material on your body. You then go back into the living room, shutting the door behind you as you see he has taken off his top half, lying them down on the chair near him. “Good night Mr Bridgerton”

“If you’d like-” he speaks up before you leave “you could keep me company out here. An extra person might be good for body heat. Especially as you don’t have a blanket on your bed anymore” he looks at you. Your eyes scan his chest as you look at his face. “You can say no” you shake your head

“So long as you’re sure you want me out here” he nods and smiles at you. You nod then and go over to the sofa. He lies down, taking your hand and lying next to him. He places the blanket over your bodies. You face each other as you feel one of his arms go around your torso.

“Come closer. Otherwise you may fall off” he pulls you towards him, chests becoming flush with each other. You shyly look away from him, eyes going to see his broad chest. Your hand lightly tracing over where his heart is. You feel his free hand move to your chin again, making you look at him before you kisses you. Moving the hand to behind your head as he pulls away, smiling at you “good night, miss” you nod as you watch him shut his eyes. You place your head near his collarbone, shutting your eyes as you take in his scent. Slowly drifting off to sleep.

Considering you were sleeping on a sofa you stay sleeping until you feel a light tap on your shoulder. Waking up you see Katherine looking at you. She smiles at you and lightly pokes your nose causing her to giggle. You chuckle slightly, feeling the arm around your waist tighten. You must’ve turned in the night as Benedict is now spooning you. You put your finger to you lips in a shushing motion at the young girl. Carefully getting off the sofa, covering the man with the blanket as you go into the bedroom to have a quick wash and dress into your everyday clothes. You and the young girl are the only ones awake, seeing as its 6am. You whisper to her “What do you want to do until the others wake up?” she smiles and strokes her hair

"Princess hair” you nod and chuckle, starting to French braid her hair. Tying the ends with 2 pieces of pink ribbon. You kiss the top of her head as she starts to dance around the room. Sitting on the floor by the sofa as she dances. The man on the sofa mumbles in his sleep causing the young girl to stop, looking at him. She walks over, you can see evil (well evil for a 3 year old) in her eyes as she goes to wake him. You grab her

“Let’s get you dressed shall we you little terror?” she nods and smiles, giggling into your shoulder as you carry her to the bedroom, quietly getting some clothes and then taking her into the living room again. Checking to make sure your guest was still asleep, you help her get dressed. “Why don’t you go out and get me 2 eggs” she nods slightly and holds up 2 fingers. You nod and smile “Clever girl” she giggles and runs off. You figure that’ll give you 5 minutes. You rub your eyes, just wanting to curl up and go back to sleep.

“Good morning” you hear a voice behind you

“Jesus you scared me” he laughs as he sits up, blanket falling onto his lap.

“How long have you been awake?” he asks, stretching as he looks at you

“About half an hour. You should get some more rest” you motion at him to lie back down “If Katherine sees you’re awake she’ll keep terrorising you until her sisters wake up” he laughs and shrugs

“I’m ok with that” he moves his feet to the floor, grabbing his shirt and placing it over himself.

“I hope we didn’t wake you” he shakes his head

“No, you are fine” he smiles and looks at you “About last night”

“I apologise. It was entirely my fault. I know it is not proper for you and I’m very sorry if I caused you any sort of hardships” he nods slightly, watching your eyes dart away from him.

“None at all. I was going to say the same things to you” you both laugh slightly. You hear movement from the bedroom, Daisy walking out. She waves at you as she yawns

“I thought I heard voices”

“Sorry dear, did we wake you?” she shakes her head

“No, Sofia and the twins were sad because you didn’t come to bed last night so we all cuddled up. But it meant I was very uncomfortable all night” she looks at you, then at Benedict. Giving you a knowing look before she smiles at him “I’m glad to see you stayed last night. I feared you might go home and get lost”

“Yes. Your friend is a great host and offered me to stay here”

“Yeah I bet she did” you hit her leg slightly

“Bloody cheek!” she smiles at you and then goes over and picks up her book. She sits down on the sofa next to the man, opening to the page she last left off and starts reading. Just as the youngest runs in holding two eggs. You take them from her “thank you. Why don’t you sit and let Daisy read to you for a while? Just until the others wake up. Then I will make us all something to eat” she nods and climbs onto the sofa, sitting by her eldest sister as she begins to read aloud. You go into the kitchen, cleaning up the bowls from last night’s feast. Your guest joins you, leaning against the counter tops as he watches you scrub the bowls and plates. You feel him come next to you

“Let me help”

“Oh no don’t feel like you have to help”

“I insist” he takes the wet bowls and grabs a clean cloth, beginning to dry them. You carry on washing, handing them to him to dry. You accidently splash some of the water onto him.

“Did you just?”

“Oh god sorry” you cover your mouth in an effort not to laugh. He chuckles

“I think you did that on purpose” you shake your head

“I didn’t I promise” he puts his fingers into the bowl of water and flicks his wet fingers at you. Causing you to get water on your face. You pretend to look offended

“It was an accident I promise” he laughs as he continues drying. You glare at him before washing again. Finishing up, you both go back to the living room. You notice the twins have now both woken up and are sitting and listening to their sister who is still reading.

“I will go and start preparing breakfast soon” you say, the children all nodding and muttering various yeses at you. Daisy stops reading for a second

“Are you working today?” you pause for a moment before nodding.

“Yes. Although we got some money from John I still need to keep up working there. Hopefully we can get some more farm animals and start selling their produce though” she nods and continues reading. You turn back to the kitchen. Benedict grabbing your arm before you leave.

“I can help you if you’d like” you shake your head and go into the kitchen, him following as you now prepare small meals on the now clean plates.

“How would you help me?”

“I could give you money”

“No thank you. I’m perfectly ok working there”

“But don’t you want to leave. Do something else with your life?”

“Yes. I’d love to. But I want to do it on my own. I don’t want to borrow money from you as I’d still need to work there to be able to give you the money back”

“And what if I just gave it to you? What if I don’t want to be payed back?”

“I don’t need pity money”

“It wouldn’t be pity money”

“Then why?” you stop what you’re doing and look at him “Why would you do that? If it’s not for pity, if it’s not a loan. Why else would you do it?”

“Because I’m your friend” you look shocked at his words, avoiding his eyes you speak quietly

“If you want to have sex with me you don’t need to pay off my house...” he shakes his head

“I want to give you money because I’ve come to know you. I want to help you because I care for you. I’ve seen you with my sisters and brothers. Plus your friends. You seem so happy and truly content with life but as soon as money or work is brought up you retreat emotionally from the situation. You are my friend and friends help each other out. I don’t want anything else from you, only to know you’re happy” you look at him, you feel tears start to prick at your eyes

“I can’t allow you to do that. Imagine if it got out that you were paying a random prostitute. It could ruin you and your family’s name. I couldn’t do that to you” he nods as you serve breakfast onto plates, taking them out for the children. “Would you all be ok if I walk this gentlemen back to his house?” they all look at you, then him, then you again and nod.

“You’re coming back after, right?” you nod

“I work later tonight so you have me until after dinner” she smiles as you grab a jacket, waving goodbye to them as you and the man start to walk back to the rented house. A comfortable silence settling between the two of you. You walk down a path and then some woods, stopping when you get to a field. “The house is just over this field. It isn’t far”

“Are you not going to walk me all the way home?”

“Possibility of being seen with me alone? Defiantly not” you smile at him as he looks across the field. “It’s been a pleasure meeting you Mr Bridgerton. I’ve enjoyed every second of it” you bow to him slightly. He looks at you, eyes scanning your body. You can’t tell what emotion he’s feeling. It almost seems like a mixture of sadness and lust. He meets your eyes with his, smiling softly at you.

“Yes I suppose we will be unlikely to see each other again” you nod, for some reason you feel sad about him leaving. He walks over to you, placing a hand either side of your face, just like had done the night before. You look at him, eyes meeting yours as you just look at each other. You place your hands over his wrists, squeezing them slightly as you smile at him. He kisses you, gently. So very gently. You feel yourself melt into him. All your sense are focused on him. Just him.

He kisses you harder, pushing you against a tree. You move your hands, holding onto the wood as your lips stay entangled with his. His hands still hold your face as he goes closer to you. Your hand goes to his waistband, pulling onto it as a means to bring him closer to you. With how close he is to you it would not be surprise you to see an imprint of yourself on the tree behind you. He pulls away, resting his forehead on your shoulder. One of the hands from your face going to your waist. You take the hand by your head and kiss the palm.

“You need to go back to your family” he lifts his head and nods, eyes once again meeting yours. “Or...” you wrap both your hands around his, making all the fingers go down but the pointer as you kiss the tip of the digit. His eyes eating you up as you watch him “You could stay here for a few minutes more...?” you put the finger in your mouth. Sucking on it as you release it with a slight pop. The distance between you hasn’t moved at all and you feel him start to grow in his trousers.

You smile at him and interlock your hand with his. “What do you say, sir?” he lets out almost a growl at the last word. Kissing you again but harder. A lot harder. He grips your waist with his hand, the other rests against the tree behind you, your hands still firmly clasped in its grips. Essentially pinning you. You feel his hand pull up the skirt of your dress, just enough for him to get his knee under the fabric and place between your legs. He pushes your waist down as he puts his knee up. Causing you to moan when his leg touches your clothed core. He leans close to your ear, you shiver when you feel his breath on you neck.

“I want you to fuck yourself on my leg...” he pulls away and smiles at you as you look at him in slight shock “Do I have to repeat myself?” you shake your head, starting to grind onto his leg. You start to moan as you feel your clit being rubbed. You cover your mouth with your hand. He shakes his head and takes it in his, putting both your hands into one of his and pinning them above your head. You continue to ride his thigh, moans leaving your mouth. He notices your hips start to lose their rhythm slightly as you near your high, your legs starting to close together as well. “You need my permission to cum. If you cum without it you’ll be in trouble” you nod, continuing to grind against him you feel your high coming.

“Pl-please”

“Please what?”

“Wanna cum...”

“Hmm I don’t know”

“Please let me cum. Please. F-fuck” you say as you feel it getting closer. His dominance turning you on more and more. He shakes his head and stills your thighs “Please!” you practically cry out, trying move your hips in hopes to reach your high again. You look at his eyes. He smiles as you feel him move his hand, undoing his trousers and pushing them down he smiles at you

“I want to feel you cum on my cock” he kisses you, a reassurance to you that he will allow you to reach a climax but not yet. You feel his knee move, being shortly replaced by his tip. You moan as he brushes over your clit and then your hole. Slowly pushing in, he watches your face as it scrunches up with joy.

“You feel s-so good sir” you moan out, loving the way he fills you up. He kisses your neck, using his free hand to lift one of your legs so its bent, making his cock go deeper into you. You let out a sinful moan as he starts to thrust. Softly at first but becoming more aggressive within minutes. You want to wrap around him and kiss him as he pounds into you but he has a firm grip on your hands still so you are unable to move virtually at all, making you only be able to moan and put your head back. He takes this opportunity and starts kissing your neck, causing you to moan louder as you feel him kissing, sucking and biting the soft skin. You feel your high approach once again. “I’m gon- please can I cum?” you feel him smile into his skin

“Hold it a little longer” he removes his hand from your wrists as he takes a hold of your hips, allowing him to go harder and deeper into you. You moan and wrap your arms around his neck, a hand entangling in his hair as you pull him in for a passionate kiss. “Please. Sir please. Let me cum” you beg him

“Cum for me” he watches as you let go, hand gripping his hair tightly, the other his shoulder as he groans as your pussy tightens around him. He continues to pound into you, chasing his own high. Not long after yours he pulls out, releasing himself onto your leg. You let out a slight moan as you come down from your climax.

He rests his forehead against yours, shutting his eyes as you both control your breathing. Your eyes flutter shut, enjoying the noise of your now heavy breathing filling the once quiet woods. You feel him move, cleaning up you and then himself as best as he can, pulling your dress down and his trousers up before kissing you. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close to you. “I need to go” you nod and kiss him once more. Pulling away and letting your arms go to your sides

“I’m going to miss you, Mr Bridgerton”

“And I you” he smiles at you before walking towards the house. Leaving you on your own.

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