#They’re friends and I appreciate their relationship the same as I enjoy the rest of the group and their interpersonal connections

[wonysugar]

close the door | hanni pham

synopsis : you had no idea what you were doing, and neither did she.

genre : fluffy smut!

pairing : non-idol!hanni x gf!femreader

tags : they’re in love your honor, lots of kissing and making out, cuddling, l-bombs, top!femreader, bottom!hanni, they’re both virgins, fingering, clit play, nipple play, neck kissing, hanni’s dogs are mentioned twice lawl, lots of comfort, lots of consent! they’re literally just lovey dovey girlfriends having sex for the first time aheheh

warnings : none :]

word count : 2.5k

a/n : if you’re rereading this and thinking “hey the synopsis changed and there wasn’t an author’s note before!!” well you’d be right I POSTED THIS IN A RUSH I’M SO SORRYYFKEJF

anyways!! this is just to say that this fic is inspired by the lovely writer that is sorry for tagging you twice ahh @facefullofsadness’s fic right over here :] sooo GO READ THAT FIRST! it’s truly lovely and i really enjoyed reading it, hence why i wrote thisskfke. thank you for readingg<33

oh how you loved your girlfriend.

you would die for your girlfriend, actually, even if you only started dating barely a few months ago. who could blame you? that’s what happens when you’ve been best friends prior to your relationship for so, so, so long. it simply started with a ‘hi! my name’s hanni! what’s yours?’ from her part at the innocent age of seven and just like that, years later, you guys were still inseparable. 

so really, your life-long friendship and months-long relationship were both with the same gorgeous and outgoing girl, and the only thing distinguishing those two was the label you used to describe them.

“bro i genuinely don’t understand why he doesn’t just… run away. cause— get this, there’s obviously a murderer in his house right? and what does he decide to do about that? just stay in there. like, okay.. like i’m aware they needed plot but lord, i don’t know at least make it somewhat realistic you know what i mean—“ was what your girlfriend said, on her bed as she sat down in between your legs and leaned her back against you, her head facing forward and resting on your shoulder.

you simply nodded along to her words as you played with her hair, trying your hardest to stay focused on the piece of media before you whilst also paying your utmost attention to her, despite her constant ranting and criticizing of the entire movie. you, having originally liked the film, were now conflicted about your opinion on it. it’s not like she was wrong, her very heavy criticism had to have come from somewhere, after all, but you couldn’t help but slightly appreciate the storyline. so, you weren’t really sure what you felt about it anymore.

one thing you were certain of, however, 

was that your girlfriend looked really good while passionately rambling. like, way too good. she had tied her dark hair into a high ponytail, it also looked wavy due to the rain that was pouring on you guys earlier, her messy bangs fell perfectly onto her forehead. and her smile? it always looked perfect. she always looked perfect. 

and since you apparently weren’t hiding your admiration well enough, she very quickly noticed it.

she giggled teasingly. her voice sweet like honey, her australian accent more prominent than usual, she spoke up, “hello?” before full-on laughing, “were you even listening to me?”

you could only kiss her, that seemed like the only appropriate response in the heat of the moment. she, of course, kissed back just as lovingly before pulling away moments after, a curious and confused look on her face. 

“no seriously, what is up with you?” she kept teasing, smiling stupidly as she kept her gaze lingering on yours for the following seconds, her eyes unconsciously drifting to your lips. “you look stupid.”

“and you look really pretty.” was what you whispered back to her, earning a shy smile and an exaggerated eye roll from her. immediately, you made your lips come into contact with hers again. it felt as if the world would stop spinning if you didn’t, like a slowly growing urge to keep touching her suddenly came over you and you needed to fill it.

“so.. so pretty.” you mumbled, so quietly that it was almost to yourself, before going back in. you allowed yourself to make the kiss deeper and slid her tongue across her soft lips as you demanded entrance. you could hear her let out slight noises, she clearly was not expecting you to do anything of the sorts, at least not right now. she was a tad bit confused, but let you in, who in their right mind would pass up the opportunity to kiss their girlfriend? immediately, your hands wrapped around her waist whilst you continued kissing her lovingly, your tongue roaming every part of her mouth.

it didn’t take long before your hands started naturally reaching under her top, caressing on her tummy and progressively going higher with each sound she let out.

you pulled away, slightly worried of going too far, “c-can.. can i continue, hanni?”

you were scared, terrified, even! despite knowing each other for years, you’d only been dating for a few months; those are two completely different things! it’s not like you see your completely platonic best friend’s naked body every tuesday. even then, despite dating, you still haven’t gotten that stage of the relationship. and on top of that,

the two of you were a proper pair of virgins. you had no idea what you were doing, and neither did she. you didn’t want to seem like an inexperienced loser to her, you wanted to take care of her and make her feel good. what if that didn’t happen? what if you made it awkward between the two of you?? it was nerve-racking.

as if barging into your mind and reading your thoughts, wanting to reassure you, she grabbed your hand in a gentle manner before nodding. then, she spoke up, “can you close the door?”

“there’s.. nobody home, though?”

she giggled, “oh i know, it’s just that i don’t want the dogs to potentially walk in on this.”

you groaned dramatically, laughing and insisting that you were too lazy to get up and that her dogs wouldn’t understand the situation if they even walked in. she, in response, just tapped your knee with a cheeky smile, encouraging you to stand up.

“come on y/n, close the door. think about milly and mia; think about their innocence!” she exaggerated.

after playfully hitting her arm and laughing along with her, you got up, proceeded to close and lock the door like she asked you to and eventually walked back to her bed, sitting back on it and positioning yourself the way you originally were, her back to you again. 

“happy?” you asked in a fake arrogant tone.

she hummed, radiant, “yes, very happy.” before turning her head just right and kissing you again.

eventually back to the original rhythm of the kiss, you placed your hands back on her stomach again, slowly caressing and teasing higher and higher with time. once you reached her bra, you proceeded to impatiently unhook it, immediately taking it off of her.

her breathing got heavier with each second that passed, partially due to nervousness, probably. you’d be lying if you said that wasn’t the case for you too. the more your hands carefully roamed her body, the more self-conscious you got, you truly had no idea what you were doing. 

then, as if something in your mind clicked, you had an idea. what if you just did to her whatever you enjoyed doing to yourself in moments like these? that could work.. right? maybe??

you glided your hand upwards, your finger lightly grazing her nipple. in response to the sudden movement, a lewd sound accidentally escaped from her pretty lips, her breath hitching. that sound was a small moan.

a small one, barely audible, yet it was still enough for you to feel the activation of every single neuron residing in your brain.

then suddenly, it’s like the concept of making love to her wasn’t as nerve-racking as it originally was.

“s-sorry..” she apologized, seeming slightly embarrassed.

you kissed her cheek, reassuring her, “don’t apologize, i wanna hear you.”

despite it being an accident, she seemed to enjoy the sensation of your hand on her chest, so you went back to teasing her tits and gently groping them before you eventually asked, “is it okay if i go further..?”

nodding in a keen manner, she swallowed her saliva, then breathed out her response, “yes. yes keep— keep going. please.”

well shit! even if you wanted to stop, it’s not like you could, not with how good she sounded pleading for you.

not wasting any more time, you proceeded to separate one of your hands from her chest and quickly slid it downwards; to the band of her sweatpants. now, of course, your other hand was still in its original place, working its magic, but you wanted her to feel more. so much more.

you wanted to convey every surge of affection you violently felt for her into pleasure. and, if there was one thing you surely knew how to do, it was kissing her. 

so, you started kissing on her neck, which she didn’t expect whatsoever, and still heavily concentrated on the hand you had on her breast. then, you pulled on the sleeve of her tee just enough to expose her shoulder and moved your mouth towards it, nipping and gently licking it.

your hand now fully slipped into her pants, you teased her entrance through the fabric of her underwear as you kept kissing her naked shoulder. you listened to her attentively and took mental notes of her reactions; so far, her breathing got heavier, her thighs slightly clenched around your hand and she was now frequently biting her lip. 

plus, her panties were wet. 

did all of that mean you were doing good? …perhaps it did!

and did her drenched underwear make you short circuit? perhaps it did as well!

“d-d’you feel okay?” you asked, before going back to slowly kissing her shoulder. she threw you a quick glance, chest heaving up and down. 

“s-so okay.” she giggled.

her smile being contagious, you found yourself doing the exact same thing, content with the answer she gave you.

soon enough, you traced your finger up her clothed slit before eventually sliding it into the undergarment she wore, making her shudder. after what felt like an eternity, you could feel her slick coat your digits from one swipe of the finger. 

it was tantalizing.

growing impatient, you quickly yet carefully settled your middle and ring finger on her swollen clit, making slow circular motions on it, looking at her in the process. full on whimpering, this time, she stared back at you, no longer embarrassed. she wanted to let you know how good you were making her feel, hence why she was getting louder with each movement you made, and it filled you with enough confidence and adrenaline to gently push her head towards you, leaning in for a kiss.

thankfully, she kissed you back, deeply at that, her eyes closed and her quiet moans muffled.

you pulled away after a few moments, “tell me if it hurts, okay?” you reminded her. she simply nodded, brain all fuzzy from arousal.

she grabbed your other hand and intertwined her fingers with yours. “g-go slowly.” she whispered.

“i will.” you affirmed.

slowly and gently, you slid your fingers into her core, making sure not to go too fast or too rough. thankfully, the wetness was making it easier for you, and probably for her as well. every time that your girlfriend’s breath hitched, that her hand gripped harder on yours or, hell, every time that her eyes closed, you stopped in your tracks and double checked to see if you were hurting her, so it took a little while for your digits to fully penetrate her. 

fortunately, she assured you that you weren’t, in fact, hurting her. some moments just felt more comfortable than others, is all.

once they were fully in, you gave her time to get used to the feeling, still double checking on her state every now and then. after a few deep breaths, she nodded.

“i-i’m ready.”

you started to pump your fingers in and out of her, taking in all of her as your speed slowly increased as time went on. naturally, as more time passed, you felt the urge to make her feel good get even stronger.

that’s when you decided to increase the pace, your fingers curling on just the right spot inside her, pumping faster and faster as your thumb played with her clit.

“is this okay baby—” you asked.

“f-fuck— yes y/n that feels good—“ was what she moaned out, cutting you off. a feeling of bliss progressively and clearly overtaking her whole body.

when you tried to look at her despite only being able to see her side profile, you could’ve sworn you saw an angel. her cheeks were slightly tinted with a pinkish color and her eyebrows were upturned, her whole face contorted with pleasure, her skin glistening with sweat. her eyes hooded with lust, hanni looked down at herself and attentively watched as you played with her. your fingers swimming in her slick, navigating in her folds the way a skilled sailor would the vast ocean, it was hypnotizing, and she realized how this was probably the way you got yourself off on a regular day, and she couldn’t help but moan at both the thought and the sensation. 

you made her feel good, you made her feel happy, loved. you always did.

amidst the chaos that was her messy bed, the setting somehow looked better than every piece of artwork you’d ever seen combined. the bed creaked ever so slightly, and she looked and sounded so beautiful, especially with the way the sun set directly on her parted lips at that moment. 

you were certain that your heart skipped a beat at the sight.

“i love you so much, hanni.” you softly said, kissing the back of her ear whilst you kept fingering her. she couldn’t form proper words, so she simply tightened her grip on your hand more, as a way to say it back.

then, once you picked up a stable pace for a few minutes, her back arched against you, her breathing getting heavier, practically panting. her hand’s grip on yours getting tighter, you felt her hot breath hit your neck once she settled her head into the crook of it.

“y/n— baby i think i’m- i’m— mmh—“

that was the moment she reached climax, letting out a long and loud moan as she rode out her orgasm, bucking her hips against your hand before smashing her lips onto yours. quietly, she let a few i love yous slip out of her mouth between kisses, her hand resting on your head, fingers intertwined with your soft hair. 

you particularly made sure to say it back to her every time.

you pulled out your fingers and took your hand out of her pants. still coming down from her high, she smiled at you with tired eyes and kissed your cheek. you smiled back, looking at her lovingly.

“d-did i do okay?” 

she giggled, “..are you seriously asking me that? do you not see me right now?” 

you raised your eyebrows, playful, “for all i know you were faking it.”

“yeah, actually.. i was faking it, especially with how wet i was from the whole thing. aren’t i such a good actor y/n? it’s almost like i legitimately came really hard—”

“shut up.” you elbowed her, laughing. she gave you a cheeky smile before she got up from the bed, grabbed a pair of new underwear from her drawer and opened the bedroom door, heading straight towards the living room to pet her dogs. 

“hey y/n?”

“hm?”

“wanna bake brownies in a bit?” 

“uhm.. yes? what kind of question is that?? let me just go wash my hands first.” you replied, getting up and walking towards the bathroom before adding on, “unless you wanna eat very unsanitary cum-buttered brownies, of course—“

you heard her contagious laugh from across the hallway, making you smile to yourself, “you’re fucking disgusting— go wash your hands, you weirdo!”

oh how you loved your girlfriend.

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[seethesin]

having a one night stand with shane

pairing: Shane McCutcheon x F!Reader

tags/warnings: sexual content, clubbing, fingering, cunnilingus (mdni, 18+)

a/n: don't mind me being 19 years late to this party! i recently finished the l word and goddamn, shane mccutcheon would be a fantastic lay :) hope you enjoy my stream of consciousness headcanon. gif credit

It's Alice that brings the two of you together

She's so tired of you whining over your recent breakup

She can barely get a word in anymore when the two of you hang out

You complain over coffee at the Planet

You bitch when you come over to her apartment

Your constant nagging does not stop for days on end

Finally, she breaks, calling Shane and begging her to come out to the Hit Club to meet you

Alice makes a point to stress that she has a good-looking, recently single friend who simply needs something other than this failed relationship to harp over

Shane, the loyal friend she is, obliges

It's Saturday night and Alice practically drags you out of your one-bedroom to go out with her and Tasha

You can't say no; any reason to support Kit and Helena is enough for you

Even with all your moping, you dress to the nines and go with the duo to the club

The music is good, the drinks are flowing, and finally, a genuine smile is permanently plastered across your face

Shane seems to materialize next to you as soon as you polish down your first drink

Alice is glowing—neither you nor Tasha misses it—as she pulls Shane into a hug before hurrying her over toward you

She rapid fires through introductions, extremely interested in getting you both settled before completely taking off with Tasha

You can't even take the time to appreciate Shane's fitted blazer, dark skinny jeans, long fingers—

Okay, maybe you did have enough time to appreciate her attributes before Alice abandoned you

The thought leaves your head entirely as the gravity of this situation begins to settle

Both you and Shane are left in the middle of the dance floor, stunned as other patrons bounce and bump into you

Shane's the first to recover, offering to buy you a beer which you gladly accept to break the tension

The rest of the night goes without any hiccups

You notice that Shane isn't much of a dancer unless convinced otherwise, and you find yourself taking advantage of that

You sway together and with feigned innocence, you find yourself grinding against her more obviously

Shane seems to get the message and presses you against her chest, allowing your hips to rock against her groin

Her mouth is on your neck and her hands splay across your stomach as the two of you dance

Her touch drives you crazy

From what feels like an amalgamation of all the sexual tension from tonight, the two of you reach the same conclusion at the same time:

"Wanna get out of here?"

Hell yes you do

You find Alice and Tasha on the other side of the club and say your goodbyes

You pretend not to see the couple's sneers as you and Shane leave

Eagerly, you pile into Shane's Jeep so she can take you back home

The two of you are a whirlwind of wet kisses and inquisitive fingers, taking turns stripping and fondling each other

You barely make it to your bedroom, but through sheer willpower alone, the two of you make it to the bedroom

Shane’s fingers are already working on the waistband of your underwear

They’re replaced with two of her fingers sheathed inside of you while the heel of her hand drags circles into your clit

The initial shock of realizing how wet you were for her to jam two fingers into you so easily is replaced with an intense, unwavering pleasure

It continues to build as Shane fucks you and it doesn’t take long for you to forget about your breakup

Perhaps it’s because of how responsive you are, but suddenly she bows her head down, lips ghosting your ear and husks:

“You like that, huh?” while pounding into you

The coil in your stomach snaps and you’re cumming on her hand, babbling that yes, you absolutely love it

Shane lets you ride her fingers as the aftershocks of your orgasm hit

But as soon as you collect yourself, she’s sinking lower, dragging her fingertips down your torso

Her mouth latches onto your pussy: sucking, licking, and kissing every inch of velvety skin she could access

The next wave of orgasms hit sooner than expected, but all you can focus on is canting your hips towards Shane’s mouth

Once you're coherent, you want nothing more than to return the favor

Shane's laughing as she lets you shove her into the mattress, welcoming your curious hands on top of her breasts and your mouth all over her cunt

You feel her thighs clench against your face, holding you steady as you work through her folds

Her fingers are threaded in your hair, yanking you forward as you continue to swirl tight circles on her clit

She lasts a little longer than you and is a little quieter, but she falls apart to her orgasm the same way you did earlier

You kiss once more before hitting the mattress, staring up at the ceiling as you wipe your chin clean

It doesn't take long for Shane to recoup and she wastes no time pulling her clothes on

You follow suit, straightening yourself up before gathering up your outfit pooled on the floor

Before she leaves, she throws you a smirk before saying:

"That was fun; I wouldn't mind doing it again some time"

You agree; you couldn't remember the last time someone made you feel this good

You make sure to let Alice know just how incredible she is the next day for introducing you to Shane

Alice, however, realizes the grave mistake she's made in orchestrating last night

Now, you have someone new to prattle on about: Shane McCutcheon

#the l word #the l word imagine #shane mccutcheon #shane mccutcheon imagine #smut #imagine #headcanon #tlw #tlw fandom #wlw

[maximoff-pan]

they’re not the only ones iii | benedict bridgerton

Summary: 4 times your life with Benedict changed for the better, and the 1 time it stayed the same (or, four life changing moments pre and post marrying Benedict, and one extra fluffy moment of pure domestic bliss)…

Pairing: benedict bridgerton x fem!reader

Word Count: 6.7k

Warning(s): another 4 + 1??? oops I know, fluff (lots of it), mild angst, you know the drill by now

A/n: hi lovelies! The third part is finally here! I’m not sure I like it as much as the first two (I struggled a lot writing it and self doubt started to creep in as always), but I just wanted to thank you all for being so kind and so patient with me. It means the world! I hope you all enjoy and please let me know what you think! Comments and feedback are much appreciated <3

read part one & part two

i

telling the family

Bored, boring, boredom…

Anthony’s eyes trail across his mother’s sitting room, most of her eight children apart from Gregory and Hyacinth, are conversing amongst each other. He finds himself sitting idly beside Kate, Daphne and Simon across from them. He picks his nails in disinterest.

Now, not to be rude, he’s sure they’re having a lovely conversation full of important things he should be listening to, but he just can’t seem to bring himself to focus on it. Instead, their voices meld into nothing, simply static in the brainwaves of his mind.

His breathing slows into a shallow rhythm as his line of sight drifts, further and further to the left, until it hits you. You’re laughing at something Benedict has said, nearly doubled over in glee. It’s not an unusual occurrence, but it strikes him suddenly.

Everything seems to be normal, he supposes, and yet it feels oddly so. Anthony cannot for the life of him describe it, but there’s this nagging feeling in his chest that’s telling him, screaming at him: something’s different.

Benedict’s hand resting on your knee, the carefree echo in your laugh, the twinkle in both of your eyes, it’s almost regular, almost like it always has been between you, but Anthony would put his life on it, there’s been a shift. It’s almost like….

In a split second, Anthony perks up in his seat, startling his wife and causing three pairs of eyes to snap to him.

“Anthony, are you alright?” The three of them inquire. He ignores them, his revelation much too important to lose focus on.

You know. He thinks. You and Benedict, you’re together. And not just in the sense that you’re sitting beside each other, enjoying one another’s company, no. Anthony Bridgerton is no man’s fool, romance, love, desire, it’s all present in your body language. You and Benedict are no longer just friends.

A smile spreads across his face, maniacal with a hint of amusement. Equally, in his heart, he’s happy. Anthony cannot think of two people who belong together more, and yet he wonders, why haven’t you told anyone yet?

He decides, if you won’t, he’s going to. Oh, he salivates at the thought, the fun he could have with this…

Abruptly standing, he waves off Kate’s protests of concern as he edges his way closer to the other side of the room, leaving his wife and the Bassets behind in confusion. Plopping himself down on the couch where you, Benedict, and Eloise are sitting, he eyes Colin and Penelope who are sat across from the three of you.

“Brother!” Colin exclaims. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

You can feel Anthony’s amber orbs burning a hole through you, his voice utterly clinical as he says, “I’m testing a theory.” He’s observing you, and you don’t like it in the slightest.

“A theory?” Eloise closes her book in excitement. “And what might that be?”

Anthony’s gaze narrows and his jaw clicks in focus. He’s debating whether he should be forthcoming with his suspicions, or if he should keep toying with you a little longer. It could be fun to watch you squirm. But then again, outing your secret relationship, with no warning at that, might be more shocking, and even more fun.

He decides to go for the former, revealing, “Two people in this room, are recently engaged.”

Your eyes fly to Benedict’s in a brief panic. Both of your gazes read the same: how could Anthony have possibly figured it out? It’s not like either of you have been obvious about it. As far as you’re aware, you’ve kept everything the same, oblivious pining included.

Now, before he can pat himself on the back too much, Anthony hadn’t been sure of your engagement before he’d said anything. He’d simply assumed, (a dangerous game to play when one is uncertain), and decided to take the risk by voicing that assumption. But based on the premise that Benedict looks like his life has flashed before his eyes, and that he’s gone so white he could rival any ghost, Anthony knows he’d been bang on the money. He’s quite proud of himself if he’s being honest, his pat on the back now well earned.

Eloise drops her book in a haste as she exclaims, “How could you have kept this from me?” Your heart races, trying desperately to avoid her eye. Except, she’s not talking to you or Benedict. She’s directing her assertion towards Penelope and Colin.

Penelope opens her mouth to protest, but no words come out, while Colin’s jaw opens, then closes, then opens again in shock, as his brows furrow in confusion. This is making no sense to either of them.

Unfortunately for them (or fortunately depending on who you’re asking), Eloise has the wrong couple, and Anthony knows it. “Not them.” He chides, lips smirking in enjoyment.

At that, Colin releases a loud sigh of relief. “I thought I would remember proposing.”

Penelope finds her voice, laughing that bubbly laugh she often does. “I should hope so.” She narrows her eyes, focus resting solely on you. “But that would mean…” she trails off airily.

You avert your gaze from her, not quite ready to confront it, before you shift your focus to the oldest Bridgerton. He’s sitting like he’s perched, waiting for the fog to clear. You lick your lips in concentration, eyeing Anthony down. The smug bastard’s relishing in this game, but you won’t let him win. Beside you, Benedict isn’t so sure. He’s struggling to keep quiet, ready to come clean about everything, yet he’s not positive he’d be able to find the words if he tried.

“Oh…” A look of realization dawns on her face. Penelope’s figured it out, you’re fairly sure everyone has.

There’s a sudden shift in the air. Four pairs of eyes turn to you and your betrothed, three in shock, and one in utter delight. He’s ready for the fun to begin.

Benedict’s gone as white as a sheet; you’ve never seen him so pale. But you hang on with a smile on your face. You’re not about to give Anthony the satisfaction of seeing you lose your composure.

You sigh internally, you guess this is payback for trying so hard to out Anthony’s feelings for Kate before they got engaged. And for making fun of him for being so blindly lovesick. And for many other things, you’re sure. So maybe you deserve this a little bit. But only a little.

Besides, the Bridgerton’s were going to have to find out about your engagement eventually. Why not now?

“What?” You question them, hand reaching for Benedict’s. He calms under your touch, a small smile resting on his face. There’s a smugness of your own forming in your tone, “Are we to pretend that none of you saw this coming?”

Anthony chuckles at your response. You’re both taking this way better than he thought. Of course you’d have to go ruin all the fun by being mature adults about the situation. Damn you.

“You’re engaged?” Eloise splutters rather loudly, alerting everyone else in the room.

And it’s not a second later that Daphne has darted up from her seat, rushing her way towards you. “Please tell me I heard Eloise correctly.” She breathes, nearly squealing. “Because it sounded to me like you and my dearest brother are to be wed.”

“Daphne.” Simon urges, now standing beside her. He’s chuckling at his wife’s excitement. “Give the poor girl some space.”

You and Benedict share a smile, as he prepares himself for the onslaught of questions that are to come. “We wanted to wait a while before we told anyone.” Benedict turns to his oldest sibling pointedly. “But I suppose Anthony had other plans.”

“As I see it,” Anthony interjects. “It is merely reparation for old ploys. Your intended should surely understand.”

Brown eyes meet (e/c) knowingly. You more than understand; it’s all in good nature. As far as your relationship with the viscount is concerned, you’ve always held a playful rivalry with each other.

“And you were most correct (Y/n),” Eloise cuts in, one hand resting on her hip and the other resting at her side, “we all saw this coming.” She pauses. “Maybe not in this fashion, but certainly with the same end result.”

The matter of fact manner of the statement makes you smile, as you watch each of Benedict’s siblings nod in agreement. Even Simon takes part in the teasing. This feels like what a family should be like, this feels like home.

And as Anthony takes a step back from the huddled group of Bridgerton’s, he feels Kate’s hand brush against his, as she pulls him into the corner of the room. A cheeky grin adorns her face. She’s just as happy as Anthony to see you and Benedict together, finally after everything. Even more so, she’s amused with how everyone found out.

Eyeing her husband, mischief laced in her tone, she leans into him whispering, “You simply could not help yourself.” Her voice sends shivers down his spine. “You just had to meddle.”

He hums right back, careening under her touch. “That I did, my love. You know me too well.”

Kate smiles to herself, and sighs. If there’s two things she knows for certain, it’s that yes, she knows Anthony Bridgerton better than even the man himself, and equally, she’s never been more glad that he’s a meddlesome match maker with a penchant for interfering with his siblings love lives.

Because as far as she’s concerned, outside of her relationship with her husband, there’s no two people more suited for each other than you and Benedict. Of that, she is unequivocally sure.

ii

the wedding

You’ve dreamed of this day for what feels like your entire life: your wedding to Benedict Bridgerton. But now that it’s finally here, you can’t help but want it to be over. And not in a bad way. You love weddings, you think they’re positively magical, but by God do you want yours to be over.

Because if you have to wait one more second to kiss Benedict, really kiss him, you think you might die. And yes, that is definitely an exaggeration, but you just cannot wait to be his wife. The ceremony is nice, of course, although it’s really more for your families. Because if you’re being honest, you’d marry Benedict on the busy streets of London in a ratty old dress if it meant you could be his.

You’d truly do anything to marry him.

The ceremony is held at Aubrey Hall, with only your closest family and friends invited. It’s quiet and quaint like you both wanted, neither of you caring too much to make a spectacle out of your wedding.

All in all, the guest list is essentially made up of Benedict’s mother, his siblings and their significant others, your parents, and Lady Danbury of course. It just seemed right, having a more intimate and private ceremony. It’s all you could ever need, especially considering if given the chance, you would’ve just as easily run off and eloped with Benedict, to avoid the hassle of a large wedding.

And when it’s over, and you’ve finally said ‘I do’, you kiss him like you’ve never kissed him before. You kiss him with hope and passion, a glimpse of the future you are to have with him. It leaves you wanting more, wanting all of him. Because no one else could complete you like he does.

Benedict feels more than the same. Because when he’d seen you walk down the carpeted aisle, and into the garden outside of his childhood home, he’d never felt anything like it. It was as if his life with you flashed before his eyes, all those years you spent loving each other in secret, preparing him for this day. And when you leapt up to kiss him, he felt his heart soar.

You’re his wife, and he’s your husband, ‘til death do you part. It’s almost surreal to think about.

But it’s truly at the reception where you both feel most at ease. While your wedding was wonderful, you’re more than excited that it’s over. Because you’re married now. And you can act like it. You no longer have to hide your affections, hold back on your touches. You can dance as many times as you like without society judging you for it, and you can kiss your husband in glee.

It’s an utterly freeing feeling, listening to the music drift around you, as you waltze in Benedict’s arms. Everyone is enjoying the party, either dancing or simply chatting amongst themselves, plenty of food and drink to go around. The sounds of laughter and joy make you smile. This is your family now, and you couldn’t be happier about it.

A soft sigh momentarily catches you off guard. Your husband, you smile to yourself. He’s trying to get your attention, successfully so. You hum in his arms, urging for him to speak up. And when he does, his voice is angelic.

“Look at me darling.” Benedict tilts your chin upward, eyes meeting yours with so much love. “No one else matters.” He murmurs. It’s almost as if he’s trying to convince you of that fact, something he need not do.

“How could they?” Your smile is sweet, your voice airily drifting with the warm breeze. “When I have you as my husband.”

He hums, swaying you gently back and forth. “I do love it when you call me that.”

“Oh you do, do you?” You tease playfully. Jesting has always been one of the foundations to your friendship. That’s not about to change after over two decades. “I would have never guessed.”

Benedict eyes you with want, nearly growling as he pulls you into a searing kiss. “But not as much as I relish in calling you my wife.”

A light gag interrupts your moment.

“A tad possessive are we?” Eloise’s voice snaps in, gravelly and raw. You both break apart with dopey grins, the look of desire still resting on your faces. Her eyes meet Benedict’s as she mocks an expression of disgust. “I hadn’t thought you capable of it.” She finishes.

Benedict lets out something akin to a snort. “And I hadn’t thought you capable of being a meddlesome, pestering young woman.” He pauses, sarcasm running through his words. “Oh, wait…”

Eloise scrunches her face in faux distaste.

“Eloise.” Anthony chides, sauntering next to her, more than ready to continue the child like Bridgerton banter, “Leave the poor couple alone.” He’s teasing her, trying to get on her nerves. And quite frankly, you find it hilarious.

“I’m simply stating my opinion brother.” She tilts her head innocently. It amuses you because Eloise is anything but. And everyone knows it. “As a woman should.” There it is.

Anthony chuckles, brown eyes glimmering with mischief. “We’re well aware of your thoughts on the subject of marriage and public displays of affection sister, but please do allow the newlyweds to enjoy themselves. This day only happens once in a lifetime after all.”

Eloise scoffs. “Never.” She taunts with the raise of her brow. “What would be the fun in that?”

Benedict’s eyes flick between his two siblings, a wide smile growing on his face. He turns to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you in closer.

You know that look, you know it well. Benedict is nothing if not a pathetic sap for pretty words, especially when he’s the one uttering said pretty words.

“It is really a shame that I find myself indifferent to what either of you think.” He starts, throwing caution to the wind. “And because I cannot find a more intelligent way to put this, I’ll simply say what is on my mind…”

Eloise and Anthony share a look of pure amusement, they too know what is to come. “Please do.” They say in unison, surprising each of the siblings. This might be the first time in a long while that they’ve agreed on anything. And it just had to be at your expense.

“Simply put,” he smiles, voice going soft. Maybe he’s had a bit too much to drink. “I love my wife. And I want nothing more than to show everyone that I love my wife, and to be insufferably enamoured with each other for the rest of my life. If that is an issue for anyone, I do not believe I could force myself to care.”

“Mm,” Anthony hums in agreement, taking a swig of his own drink as he cheers to Benedict’s half-speech.

Eloise scoffs. “Oh, is that all brother?” She asks.

A deadpan expression crosses Benedict’s face, and you giggle at the sight.

“Eloise, Eloise, Eloise.” Anthony tsks. “That, was simply the tip of the iceberg that is Benedict’s love for (Y/n). It will never be all.”

“Anthony is right.” Benedict asserts.

“As I always am.”

Eloise rolls her eyes. “Oh please. There is nothing easier to be correct about than Benedict being madly in love with his wife.”

Anthony sticks his tongue out at her, mumbling something along the lines of, regardless, I was still right. It’s immaturity at its finest, and you’re enjoying every second of it.

You let out a genuine laugh at the exchange, “Alright children. Calm yourselves.”

“Look at you.” Anthony’s eyes bore into yours, cheekily. “Not even hours after your wedding and you’re already so motherly. It’s adorable really.”

“Very funny.” Is your immediate reply.

“How mature.” Is Eloise’s.

And as the three of you continue to banter back and forth, spitting joking insults and hurling equally venomous retorts, Benedict can’t help but let out a sigh of contentment.

He’ll admit, after that night at Lady Danbury’s where you’d gotten engaged, he had been a little nervous that your relationship turning from platonic to romantic would be an adjustment not only for the two of you, but for his siblings as well. Because as long as you’d known his family, you and Benedict had simply been friends, although as he quickly came to find out, not one Bridgerton thought you wouldn’t end up together.

But seeing you and his siblings laughing together, poking fun and joking around with one another, he knows that his initial concern was sheer stupidity on his part. Because if he’s being honest, the only thing that has changed, is that instead of being simply best friends, you are now best friends who know they are in love with each other.

Best friends who are married. Yes, he smiles, he quite likes that sound of that. (Y/n) and Benedict Bridgerton, husband and wife. He would never and could never want it any other way.

iii

lady whistedown…

“Colin,” Eloise’s raspy voice is laced with sleep. It’s late, she’s tired, and she wants nothing more than to go to bed. “Whatever it is you wish to tell us, could it not have waited until the morning?”

Your gaze flicks to your husband’s, a reassuring calm passing over you. Both of you watch as the two siblings have a near stand off. And while you agree, it is extremely late, and you are quite tired, you can’t help but find yourself intrigued by the situation.

“No.” Colin’s eyes are frantic. “This cannot wait.”

It’s such an interesting turn of events, you ponder with a smile on your face. Eloise, who usually thirsts for knowledge, appearing so disinterested at the prospect of her brother’s clearly important information.

Eloise huffs, equally expectant and annoyed. “Go on then,” she waves. “If you must.”

Colin hesitates, struggling to find his words. “I—I don’t know how,” he stutters. His jaw is clenched, and his eyes dart across the room. And while his distress is only furthering Eloise’s displeasure, it causes something different for you.

A pang in your chest forms. Empathy, you recognize. Something is distressing Colin so much so that he can’t form the words. He looks like his life has been turned upside down, like the world is crumbling at his feet. And it hurts you.

You’ve never seen him like this. Neither has Benedict.

Unclasping your hand from your husband’s, you reach forward for Colin. Maybe another person’s touch will ground him; it’s always worked with Benedict.

He reacts immediately, eyes meeting yours, a sigh falling from his lips. “I’m afraid to say anything.” He says finally. “Because it’s not my secret to tell, but it hurts.” You can see he’s on the verge of tears, hear the quiver in his voice. “It hurts more than anything I have felt in my life.”

Betrayal is the one word that comes to your mind. Colin feels betrayed. And that can only mean one of a few things, one of which sticks out like a sore thumb. Penelope Featherington. It has to be her; no one else has this kind of power over Colin.

And because of that, you know exactly what is troubling him. He knows who she is, what she’s done. “Is this about Lady Whistledown?” You ask softly, already knowing the answer.

As he nods, you watch the recognition flood across his face. Colin now knows you know, something not even Benedict is aware of. His gaze darts to Eloise suddenly and then back to you, as if asking, does she know?

You can’t help but notice the subtext behind his stare that goes beyond her simple knowledge of Penelope’s identity. It’s more than that. Does my sister know her best friend is a prolific liar? Does she feel the same betrayal I do?

Benedict takes note of this silent conversation you’re having with his brother. His brows furrow, and his lips pull into a tight thin line. He’s never felt more confused in his life. Because as he can see by the softened expression on Eloise’s face, even she’s clued in to Colin’s news.

And he, for the life of him, cannot seem to read between the lines. What is he missing?

“Penelope, she—“ Colin breathes, only to be cut off by a cough from Benedict.

“Hold on.” Benedict’s hand shoots up in protest, the dots starting to connect. “Penelope is Lady Whistledown?”

The silence that ensues is all the confirmation he needs. Three pairs of eyes hit the floor. You’re avoiding his gaze. “And you knew?” Benedict’s voice is directed at you, although he’s just as pointed towards Eloise. He can’t blame Colin for any of this.

Colin’s eyes widen as he takes in Benedict’s words. He turns to you and Eloise. “Neither of you told him?” He asks.

In unison, you say, “no.” There’s apprehension in both of your tones, nervous and unsure of how Benedict will react.

“I found out a few nights ago.” Colin eyes you and his sister in curiosity. “How long have you known?”

“A couple of months.” Eloise muses quietly.

“I’ve known for about half a year.”

Half a year? The words blur in Benedict’s mind, that’s an incredibly long amount of time for you to hold this in. It must have been eating you alive.

Benedict takes one look between you and his sister, stormy eyes narrowing, lips pursed in deep thought. He wants to be mad, wants to yell at you both, wants to scream it from the top of his lungs. He wants to feel betrayed, wants to feel as if his heart is wrenching, but he can’t. Oddly, he’s more so impressed. It’s almost sickening the sense of pride that blooms in his chest. How could you have possibly managed to stay so tight lipped about this? And for this long?

Benedict had always known of Eloise’s capabilities to keep things to herself, as she is merely happy to know something everyone else doesn’t, relishing in that, but you? He thought you simply incapable of keeping secrets from him. You like to talk, love to tell him things, and even more, you enjoy hearing his opinion on matters of both monumental and little significance. Your conversations have always been full of give and take, a mix of playful banter and riveting intellectual debates, with a hint of London gossip thrown in there for good measure.

Looking back on it, you’ve always told each other everything, especially something as big as this. And this time, you hadn’t.

He’s having trouble wrapping his brain around it, but he’s not mad.

“I thought I knew everything there was to know about you my love.” Benedict’s voice finally cuts through the thick silence. He’s teasing and relaxed, no anger in his posture.

Relief floods you as a laugh falls from your lips. “I believe you were wrong, darling.”

“I suppose I was.” Benedict smiles, his eyes twinkling in utter adoration. He couldn’t be more in love with you if he tried.

And this confuses Colin profusely. Not that Benedict loves you, that much is easy to understand. But you had kept a secret from your husband for over six months, hidden something so life changing from him for so long, and the minute Benedict finds out, he’s teasing you, joking with you, as if nothing has happened. As if nothing is to change because of it.

“How can you be so alright with this?” Colin questions, turning to his brother in confusion.

“Because,” Benedict muses, “as you so eloquently put it brother, it was not her secret to tell.”

“And you think that makes it acceptable to keep secrets from the person one loves?”

“In certain circumstances, I do.” Benedict says, wisdom coursing through his tone. “Besides Colin, this was never about me or my relationship with my wife. As I see it, you are projecting.” Benedict is egging him on, daring him to bite.

And he does, “projecting?” Colin scoffs in disbelief.

“You love Penelope. That is why you are so hurt by this.” Blue gaze meets blue. Colin melts. He knows he’s right. “But sometimes, you must let past grievances die. And allow your instincts to take over.”

Colin nods, swallowing. He wants to forgive Penelope, and in his heart, he knows he already has. Tilting his head in bemusement, he challenges, “And what of your instincts brother?”

Benedict turns to you, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “My love for my wife,” he says, “is the greatest instinct I have.”

And in Benedict’s mind, truer words have never been spoken…

iv

you’re what?!

Daphne’s eyes watch you carefully. It’s a normal evening, as far as she’s aware, yet something seems off. Ever since you and Benedict got married, Daphne has insisted upon having you both for dinner at Clyvedon every couple of weeks. And so you’ve done just that, happy to spend time with her, Simon, and little Auggie.

But tonight, you appear far off, lost in thought. You’ve barely spoken, only adding little bits to the conversation when asked, and you’ve been incessantly fiddling with your hands.

The biggest indicator of your strange behaviour, was your refusal for a glass of wine. At first, it had completely gone over Daphne. You’ve never been one for alcohol, so she’s not surprised she missed it, but as she ponders herself, it makes her think.

When dinner is over, she scoops Auggie up in her arms, and with her free hand, she reaches for yours, leaving Simon and Benedict to whatever they had been discussing. It’s not unusual for her to whisk you off to their sitting room for some tea and a tad bit of gossiping, but Daphne’s abruptness leaves you a little concerned.

Shutting the door quietly, she moves to sit down on the couch, Auggie on her lap. She smiles, beckoning you over with loaded enthusiasm.

You sit down next to her, turning your body to face hers. “Is everything alright?”

“Quite.” She grins, beaming. She knows something, and you don’t like it. It leaves you tensing at her tone, hidden with several implications.

You wonder if she’s figured you out. It wouldn’t surprise you in the slightest, and though you’ve tried to hide it, Daphne’s a woman, and a smart woman at that. The clues would be all too obvious to her.

“You’re with child.” She says finally, confirming your suspicions. It’s not a question, it’s a statement, as if she could never be wrong about something like this.

All of a sudden, a wave of nausea passes over you, anxiety building in your stomach. You haven’t seen a doctor yet, but you’re fairly certain it’s true. “I haven’t had my monthly in over sixty days. And I’ve been feeling rather ill.” You say. “It’s either that, or something is terribly wrong.”

When you look back at her, the smile that has grown on her face is enormously giddy. It spreads from cheek to cheek, her eyes beaming with intensity. “Oh!” She claps her hands together in joy. “This is wonderful news.” Daphne gently spins Auggie around in her lap so he’s facing her. “Did you hear that Aug? Your second cousin.”

The word second makes you smile, thinking of Kate who’s far along with her first child, Auggie’s first cousin. For the past number of months, since he’d found out about her pregnancy, Anthony has been quite the worry wart. It’s hilarious really, for everyone but Kate, watching him hover. Because as much as everyone knows Anthony is a control freak, it is equally known how independent Kate is. She hates being told what she can and cannot do, while he, more than enjoys giving out orders. You know he’s doing it out of love, but for the life of him, the poor man cannot seem to take a hint.

You chuckle lightly in thought. It’s comforting to think about how close in age your children will be. You can only hope they’ll be great friends. And if they’re anything like their Bridgerton side of the family, hell hath no fury, you’re in for the ride of a lifetime.

“Where has your mind gone?” Daphne’s voice breaks in, tone inquisitive.

“To Anthony and Kate.” Your eyes meet hers with a soft smile.

“Ah.” She grins. “He’s become quite unbearable I hear.”

You agree, humming lightly in response. “Kate says he never leaves her side unless absolutely necessary. I suppose he’s simply worried for her, but it does seem a tad excessive.”

“A tad?” Daphne laughs. “If Simon had behaved half as crazed as Anthony when I was pregnant with Auggie, I believe I might have gone mad.”

“And I wouldn’t blame you.”

Your giggles fill the room, genuine happiness spreading throughout it. And in your distracted state, neither of you notice the door crack open, Benedict hovering gently on the other side. He means to knock, truly, but the sweet sounds of your laughter leave him dazed.

“Speaking of doting husbands,” Daphne collects herself, her brow raising in curiosity, “does Benedict know?”

And this is his cue to enter, he thinks, his own curiosity overtaking his want to continue eavesdropping.

Pushing the door open and stepping through the threshold, he doesn’t give you the chance to respond. “Do I know what?” He asks.

You freeze in your seat, eyes widening, anxiety spiking.

It’s crazy how in a matter of moments, your life can change so drastically. One second you’re a simple married woman who’s undeniably enamoured with her husband, and the next, impending motherhood is smacking you in the face. And it’s not that you’re not excited, because by god, you are, it’s just this irrational fear creeping in that maybe Benedict won’t be happy, that maybe he’s not ready to be a father, that has you reeling. You know it’s silly, stupid really, but it’s almost like this fear is primal, because as far as you’re concerned, it’s extremely difficult to shake.

In all honesty, you’re not quite sure when you decided to find your voice, nor are you sure of what you’ve actually said, because when you turn your gaze, catching Benedict’s, he’s looking at you in shock, like the air has been ripped from his lungs.

“You’re—” Benedict’s grip on reality feels quite thin, because he’s not certain he’s heard what he thinks he’s heard. “You—you’re…” He can’t bring himself to say it, too scared to get his hopes up in case he had been wrong.

You swallow, nerves bundling in your stomach as you wring your hands together. Your eyes dart, looking for anything but Benedict’s ocean like gaze, as you try to focus on your breathing. Slowly, you tell yourself, in and out. You hadn’t noticed when Daphne had left the room, so consumed by your thoughts that you can’t believe you’d missed it.

It doesn’t seem like Benedict’s noticed her absence either, and if he has, it appears that he doesn’t care much. He’s merely focused on you.

“Please tell me I’m not losing my sanity, and that I heard you correctly.” Benedict pleads, his voice cracking with hope. He so desperately wants it to be true. “Are you with child?”

You cannot find the words; none of them seem right. Instead, you nod, too overwhelmed to do anything else. Before you know it, Benedict is rushing forward, scooping you in his arms and wrapping you in his embrace. The first thing you remember hearing is his chortled laughter, and the sound of your heart beating in your ears.

Your eyes brim with tears. He’s happy, you think, and you couldn’t be more elated. Relief floods through you as you allow your body to collapse into him.

“A baby.” He whispers into your ear, his brain moving faster than he can process it.

“Our baby.” You smile.

From outside the door, Daphne and Simon stand leaning against the walls opposite each other, grins resting on their faces. As much as Simon likes to pretend he’s indifferent, his heart says otherwise, a feeling of warmth spreading across his chest. He’s always had a soft spot for children. Daphne knows just that.

Gleaning her husband’s happiness, she reaches for his hand. He pulls her gently to his side, his arm draping across her body, and she wraps herself around him.

She sighs in contentment. “I believe I recall telling (Y/n) that that would be her one day.” She pauses, thumb tracing circles over Simon’s palm. “Raising a Bridgerton baby.” She smiles at the memory. It hadn’t been long ago, merely a few months had passed since.

And she had been right of course, as Daphne Bridgerton so often was. A baby Benedict and (Y/n) Bridgerton; chuckling she thinks, she can only hope the little one takes after you…

+ i

domestic bliss

Whoever told you parenting was easy, that it comes naturally, as if it’s some kind of instinct you have, has never given birth to three boys in only a little under three years. Difficult doesn’t even begin to describe it.

Chaos runs your life, or at least that’s what it appears like to you. You’re sure your family would tell you otherwise, that you always look so calm and put together, but quite frankly, you haven’t felt like that since before your first child was born.

You wouldn’t give it up for the world, nor would Benedict, but you have to admit, it’s more than a little tiring pretty much all of the time.

“Can I hold the baby mama?” Your oldest son Charles’ voice breaks your moment of silence.

“Of course you can darling.” You smile, patting the spot beside you. “Why don’t you climb on the bed here, and I’ll place her in your arms.”

Charlie beams up at you, eyes twinkling in delight. He giggles as you place your daughter Violet down gently, resting her neck under the palm of his small hand so that he’s cradling her nicely. “She’s beautiful mama.” He says. For a seven year old, he’s mature for his age, and certainly your calmest child.

Your lips lift into a soft smile. Quiet moments like these are few and far between. “I like to think so.”

Before you can prepare yourself for it, your serene bubble is burst as you hear two little pairs of feet padding quickly into the bedroom, followed by your husband’s unimpressed stare. “Trouble, the pair of you.” He eyes your four year old twins Alexander and William.

“We wanted to see the baby.” Alex pouts.

“But papa said we had to wait.” Will finishes for him.

You let out a bright laugh, gaze turning to your husband. “I am guessing that waiting is something they could not do.”

Benedict grins sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders. “They are Bridgerton’s after all.” He quips. “We’re not exactly known for our patience.”

“I suppose not.” You relent teasingly, beckoning the twins forward. You watch as they clumsily climb their way onto the bed, eager to get a look at their sister.

Violet, only days old, has been a surprisingly calm baby, taking after her oldest brother. And a nice change of pace at that.

You remember after the twins were born just how fussy they’d been. You’d practically gone delirious just trying to keep up with them, and you’ve been trying desperately to do so ever since, never quite gaining enough ground.

“Look, Charlie!” William coos from above, leaning over the baby. “She’s smiling at you.”

The interaction warms your heart, watching your boys excited about their little sister. Even though you know Violet is much too young to be smiling and it’s likely just gas, you’d never ruin their moment.

Alexander whines slightly, feeling left out of the bunch. “Let me see Will.”

As he goes to push his brother out of the way, Benedict holds his hand up in protest, releasing a cough to gain his children’s attention. “Wait your turn.” He jests, sending Alexander a coy smile.

Benedict makes his way to the other side of the bed, allowing Charlie to be cozily sandwiched between the two of you. You share a sweet smile, blue eyes meeting (e/c).

Charlie begins to wiggle his way to the centre of the bed, Violet still tucked carefully in his arms. He’s moving delicately, as if she might break in his grasp. You watch lovingly as the twins shuffle their way over, one sitting on each side of their older brother. They take turns leaning in and cooing at the baby, absolutely entranced with her.

This allows your husband to slide in closer to you, wrapping and arm around your shoulder lovingly.

Benedict sighs. “I must admit,” he begins tracing circles on your forearm with his thumb, “I did miss having a baby in our home.”

You chuckle. “Relish in it.” You advise. “This will be our last one.”

“Oh?” Benedict chides. “That is what every woman says before she’s right back having another. Besides,” he smirks. “You cannot resist me.”

“Mm,” you smile cheekily. “I will admit, it is difficult, but I am more than capable of withstanding your charm.”

“Forgive me Mrs. Bridgerton.” He leans over to place a kiss on your lips and you reciprocate immediately. It always amazes you that he can still manage to take your breath away after all these years. “If I have difficulty believing you.”

You part to the sound of a loud groan from in front of you. “Papa.” Charlie eyes his father. Your children don’t enjoy it when your affections for each other are demonstrated in front of them. “You promised.”

Benedict feigns confusion. “Did I?” He grins. “I suppose it must have slipped my mind.”

Retorting his earlier words, you say, “Perhaps it is you who cannot resist me.”

Benedict tilts his head, brow raised and eyes full of warmth. “Perhaps.”

Your banter is broken by the giggles of your children, both of your gazes turning to them. Admiring the beauty of it all, you allow your hand to find Benedict’s. You share a glance, smiling softly knowing exactly what the other is thinking.

Pride. This is what your love has created. This is how your love will live on. With a beautiful family, indeed.

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P: Tetsuya Kuroko x Fem!Reader

S: Your last year of junior high may have not been the smartest time to start going out with Tetsu. Puppy love was fragile with the transition into high school meaning potentially going separate ways, but the sport that brought you together in the past brings you closer after finding out your boyfriend is going to the same school as you.

W: fluff, knb spoilers, a tad bit rushed, goes over first bit of first season, bare minimum of basketball knowledge

N: Y/N is your first name, L/N is your last name. Words in quotation marks and italics are thoughts. I’ve only watched the first season so far but me and my friend have been screaming at every single competitive game. Giving the blueberry some love since he deserves it. I’ve been wanting to get this out of my drafts since the Suga blurb did so well.

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A tall man with red hair lingers at the basketball club recruitment table for a moment, writing something down before walking away. “Are you sure you don’t have any questions for them, Tetsu?” You ask, looking at your practically invisible boyfriend.

“No. I’d rather you do all the talking.” He says, dragging you along with him to the table. They don’t seem to notice him standing right beside you, their attention focused on you. “Hi! Are you looking to sign up for the basketball club?” The girl asks, an eager smile on her face. “I don’t think this school has a girl’s team... but I was just wondering if there were manager spots open.”

‘She’s so pretty… is she really a first year?’

She looks at you with a glimmer in her eyes, her clasping your hands together while jumping up and down. “Yes! Yes, absolutely– we could definitely use a manager. Do you have the sheet?” Her hands are practically begging to receive the document. “Riko, calm down…” The man seated beside her says, you taking the pen from the clipboard and writing down some extra details before giving her the paper.

You check for Kuroko’s sheet on the desk, him simply lingering behind you with a gentle grip on your wrist. “Thank you so much, we’ll see you at practice!” She exclaims, a dead giveaway that you made it onto the team.

“Yo, you forgot this club request.” Koga says, handing his coach the sheet. “Oh, sorry. Tetsuya Kuroko… huh?” Riko’s suddenly shaken by her team captain, him nearly crumpling your sheet. “What’s going on with you? Calm down, seriously!” She says, Hyuga completely ignoring her. “She’s– that girl is from Teiko!”

“Huh!?” Riko then looks back at the sheet she was holding in her hand, being left equally shocked. “This guy’s also from the Teiko basketball club! If they’re both first years, then they must be from the Generation of Miracles!” She suddenly slams her head down on the desk, wailing. “Ugh, why can’t I remember that golden egg’s face?”

“Tetsu, they didn’t even notice you. I know it’s a part of your whole thing and all, but sometimes it gets to me, how you’re always… ignored.” Both of you trail behind the tall, red headed man from earlier, Tetsu’s grip moving from your wrist to your hand. “It’s okay, Y/N. I appreciate your concern, but I’ll be fine. I like it when you’re the only one that sees me.”

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“Aida!” You greet from the door, Tetsu holding onto your hand as you walk towards her. Given his lack of presence, he didn’t seem to be worried about keeping your relationship a secret. If something happens, it happens. If they find out about you two, then they find out. “L/N! Welcome! I’m so glad we have a manager this year; it’s gonna be so fun having another girl on the team!”

“Are you the coach? Or is there someone else?” You ask, looking around the mostly empty gym. “I’m the coach! Everyone thinks I’m the manager all the time…” She sighs, understanding why one would assume so. Aida is pulled aside by one of the boys, leaving you to observe the rest of the players.

“Y/N, where do I go?” Tetsu asks, also staring at the players. “Go with them. Line up.” He nods, letting go of your hand and going to join the players. He doesn’t say anything, mostly because he’s being ignored but even so, you felt a little bad.

“Hey, isn’t the manager cute?” Furihata whispers. “I think she’s in our year. She’s kinda sexy.” Kawahara replies, both of the boys being punched in the back of the heads by Hyuga. “Morons.” Aida introduces herself, her true position on the team coaxing gasps out of everyone. “Listen up!” She yells, attention being brought to you.

“Y/N L/N. I’m the basketball club manager this year.” You introduce, feeling awkward saying your own name. “L/N, is this your first year managing?” Someone asks, you shaking your head no. “I managed for Teiko in junior high. I’ve played a bit of basketball myself.”

Aida then takes the stage from there after gasps could lead to more questions, her first order a strange one that caught you off guard. Your eyes darted towards her and shifted between her and Tetsu repeatedly, realizing he never took his shirt off.

“Aida, you forgot someone.” Everyone seems to give you a confused look. “What? Who?” You point at Kuroko. It isn’t until he fully introduces himself that everyone finally notices, the fact that he was also part of the Generation of Miracles suddenly relevant. To your demise, no one seemed to believe him.

Practice was more of an introductory to the members and program, for there was no actual playing involved. You met with Tetsu outside the gym, his hand fitting with yours. It was a small but meaningful gesture and almost the only one that he did to express affection. “Y/N, are you okay with walking alone?” He says after his attention was suddenly brought to something else.

“I am, are you?”

He nods, giving you a hug before walking the opposite direction.

Sometimes you can’t tell what your boyfriend is thinking.

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“A practice game? With the second years?” You ask, dribbling the game ball. “Just so they get a feel for who they’re playing with. I also wanna see how the first years do, so I can coach them better.” Aida explains, watching you dribble the basketball. “You said you played, right? Unfortunate we don’t have a girls team.”

You shrug. “I was good.” She cocks an eyebrow, now curious. “How good?” Her arms are crossed, her intense stare focused on you. You crouch, dribbling the ball in between your legs followed by a behind the back, approaching the net with solid dribbles, running under to make a reverse layup.

“I obviously can’t dunk, but…” You quickly run out to the three point line, the spin on your shot so perfect that it goes in swiftly, rolling back to you. “I was taught some things at Teiko.” Aida’s mouth hangs open, the sight of her frozen nearly scaring you. “You’re amazing! Why’d you quit?” She took the ball from you. “It wasn’t something I enjoyed. I don’t want my whole life to revolve around doing something that I didn’t want to do.”

“I can understand that.” She says, yelling at the boys that walked in to hurry up. Hyuga ruffles your hair out of nowhere. “We got a sharpshooter!” He goes to talk to the coach, Tetsu appearing beside you. “When will you teach me how to shoot?” His head rests on top of yours, making you giggle. “When you actually pay attention when I try to. You’re always spacing out.”

“I do not.”

“You know I read you better than anyone else. Yes, you do. Now go join your team. I’ll be with Aida.” You hand him a penny jersey, noticing him reluctantly walk away from you to linger behind the red haired boy, who you found out was Kagami, his presence not noticed by his team like usual. Even when the game started, it was like they couldn’t see Tetsu the entire time. Kagami took the lead the entire time, dunk after dunk.

It wasn’t until Tetsu actually said something for once that the first years finally noticed him. In fact, everyone finally noticed him when he was under fire from Kagami.

“Hey!” Your voice booms across the gym, your stare hard and cold at the tall boy. “Drop it.” You add, the first years suddenly freezing up and going back to the game. Aida’s eyes are wide at their instant submission, surprised at the power you seem to hold despite it being only the second practice.

You cheer after he finally pulled off his ghost touch pass for the first time, the trick being pulled off again and again there on. You changed the score with such enthusiasm, Aida had to remind you twice to do so. The takeback practically had your heart racing at the end, giving a gleeful double high five to Tetsu before taking the pennies back.

Aida saw both you and Kuroko out of the corner of her eye as she was putting away the small scoreboard, your head resting against his arm for a brief moment. She didn’t think anything of it, while the second year players thought otherwise.

Meanwhile Tetsu held your hand as you walked across the street, stating that he deserved a treat for winning the practice game today. It worked out since you were also hungry, having a small lunch today. He waited at a table booth while you ordered, his signature vanilla shake and a burger and fries for you.

You sat beside him, Tetsu talking about his classes that day while sipping on his drink to let you eat without interruptions. It was nice having something he didn’t share with others; Tetsu’s talkative side mostly reserved for situations when it was just you two. Otherwise, he was never this chatty with people.

Someone suddenly sits down in front of you, the amount of burgers on their tray making your eyes go wide. Only then you realize that it’s…

“Kagami?” His head perks up at the sound of his name, eyes on you first before he sees Kuroko beside you. He nearly chokes on his food, bewildered to see the two of you together. “Hello.” Kuroko greets, sipping on his drink. “Where’d you come from? What are you doing here?!” Kagami seems more surprised at the fact Kuroko was there, making you the invisible one.

“I was sitting here first. Me and my girlfriend stopped by to eat. I like this place’s vanilla shakes.” The sudden mention of the label makes your face heat up and hide your face in his shoulder. “Tetsu…” He looks at you, confused. “What? Are you not?” You really don’t feel like dumbing it down in front of Kagami. “I am, but it was so sudden.”

“Girlfriend?! You two are dating!?” Kuroko nods, taking a fry from you. “Hey, hands off. If you wanted fries, you should’ve told me.” He pouts, Kagami sighing. “Here.” He tosses Kuroko a burger while you check your phone, the time having you rush to grab your things.

“What’s wrong?” Tetsu asks, watching you scurry. “I really need to get home. I don’t want my mom to ground me. Are you gonna walk with Kagami?” You feel like a parent, asking who your boyfriend is with. “Maybe, but I can walk alone. Text me when you get home.” His hand glides over yours as you both say your goodbyes, Kagami there to witness the whole thing.

“I feel like I’m interrupting something.”

“You aren’t. What were you saying?”

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The sliding door opens, the person you’re looking for happily sipping on a milk carton with her head in the clouds. Tetsu then strays from you, standing at the side of her desk. “I’d like an official club membership form.” He says with no greeting, Aida spitting her drink everywhere. You have to stifle a laugh to avoid her from flaming up at you.

“Geez, Kuroko, you came out of nowhere!” Aida wipes down her desk, noticing you standing by the door. “I was standing here the whole time.” She sighs, reaching into her bag and pulling out a sheet of paper, handing it to him. “I’ll only accept the forms Monday at 8:40 on the roof.” Kuroko nods, meeting you at the door. “Thank you.” He says before sliding the door shut.

An article posted outside the library catches your attention, Tetsu stopping beside you to read it. It was their debut in a tournament from last year, which displayed and wrote about Seirin’s excellency for a now school. “They’re good.” You say, mostly to yourself, hearing your boyfriend huff in response.

“Hey L/N.” Kagami greets, stopping to read the article as well. “He wasn’t kidding.” His eyes scanned over the article, eyes mostly drawn to the two images on the sides. “Yes, they’re strong.” Kuroko says, making him jump.

“What is wrong with you?! Stop coming out of nowhere!” Kagami seems to completely forget about your presence, only focusing on Tetsu when he shushes him and points at the sign for the library. He grabs his head, threatening to beat him up until you whack him in the gut. “Stop that.” You say, walking away with Tetsu while Kagami doesn’t seem to notice.

For as long as you’ve been hanging out with Tetsu, he’s been quite antsy waiting for Monday, mostly worried about forgetting the whole ordeal on the roof. He couldn’t forget with how much he was thinking about it. The whole thing being 5 minutes before the morning assembly was your only concern. You stood beside Aida on the roof, the first years lined up in front of her as she makes a motivational speech for them.

Frankly, you thought it was too early in the morning for this.

“Give me your year, class, name, and your goal for this term and announce it to the entire student body! If you fail to achieve them, you’ll come back up here, strip naked and confess your feelings for the girl you love.” That last part definitely caught you off guard, knowing Tetsu was either unwilling to be so bold or work his ass off in order to avoid the humiliation.

“I have a question.” Kuroko raises his hand, Aida giving him permission to speak. “Since I’m dating Y/N, do I have to comply with the punishments in front of her?” The coach’s eyes go wide while you’re left with a hot face, flustered, practically informing part of the team of your relationship with him. Kagami was simply surprised at his boldness while the other three were yelling in shock.

“You’re dating L/N!?”

“Since when?!”

Aida blew her whistle, the three shutting up and standing still. “I suppose… that works. It’s only fair.” Tetsu was calm and collected about everything, but this? How could he be so reserved when he just agreed to go nude in front of you if he wasn’t a good player?

Something felt off while the players yelled, the students staring up at the balcony rather than paying attention to the assembly. You moved from the rail to the side of the entrance where no one could see you, Aida letting you be since Tetsu was the last person to go.

He never went, those in sight being ridiculed by staff while you stayed hidden, holding in your laughs. You’d rather be yelled at by the coach than an actual teacher.

You met with Tetsu after school, him placing a hand on your shoulder before asking you something. “Again? Really? Fine, but you’re gonna be alone this time. I have to go home.” He sighs defeatedly, giving you a hug. “Text me.” You nod, going ahead while Tetsu walks into the diner.

You wonder if Tetsu was ever going to announce his goal publicly after receiving a text from him that reminded you of the whole ordeal. After running into Kagami on the way to class, you both enter the room to see students lined up against the windows, seemingly looking at something outside. You make room for yourself and the tall player and notice writing on the field outside.

We will be the best in Japan

You turn around and see Tetsu standing behind you, looking at you before saying, “I’ll do it for the school, for the team, and I’ll do it for you.” You try to say something, but to know you’re one of his motivations for such a difficult goal made you fall in love with him even more. You hugged him, making him jump a little bit before he hugged you back.

Luckily everybody was too focused on the field that nobody noticed you two, besides Kagami. He simply gave Kuroko a thumbs up.

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“Ryō?” You mutter, noticing him sitting on the stage with a line of girls going out the door. You didn’t pay attention to the coach, the only important thing she was saying being a practice game against Kaijo High anyways. Tetsu would remember. You walk over, catching Kise’s attention. He says something to the girls that you can’t make out.

“Is that Y/N L/N? The former manager of Teiko Middle School Basketball Club?” He asks in an overdramatic tone, jumping down from the stage to meet you. “What are you doing here?” You ask, a pout appearing on Ryō’s face. “Wow, not even a hello to your older brother? We haven’t seen each other in ages! Where’s Kurokocchi?” His eyes eventually land on Tetsu. “It’s good to see you again.” Tetsu says.

“Brother?!” The team yells.

“No. Everyone called them ‘practical siblings’ in middle school since Y/N was always scolding him.” Kuroko explains.

“Good to see you, too,” Kise replies. “Going back to your informal greeting, Y/N-cchi, when I heard our next opponent was Seirin, I remembered you two went here, so I came by to say hello. And besides, the three of us got along best in middle school.” You scoff, hitting him in the side. “You sure about that?”

“You haven’t changed at all! Still so mean…” He fake cries.

“I’m staying that way.”

“‘Ryōta Kise. Though he started basketball his second year of middle school, his exceptional physical ability and sense got him on the Teiko team as a regular in a heartbeat.” Furihata says, the article having you feel sympathy for Tetsu. He never got his own personalized interview for that magazine, and every time it comes up, you can’t help but feel bad for your boyfriend.

You obviously care more than Tetsu does.

“That article exaggerated quite a bit, y’know? I’m glad to be called part of the Generation of Miracles but I’m the worst of the bunch.” Kise says. “You really are.” You joke, him shoving you. “Don’t make me feel worse about it than I already do!” He cries. You laugh at him, seeing the almost angry look on Kagami’s face, who stood at a distance.

You never really knew what was going on in Kagami’s head, so you assumed that he wasn’t really angry. If anything, that was his excited face.“Kise, get out of here, practice is still going on.” You nudge him repeatedly in the side. “Aw, why?” He drags out the ‘y’, pouting. “Do you not miss me? I wanna know what you’ve been up to!”

“I’ll talk to you at the game, okay? Just get out, you’re interrupting.” You shove him away from the team.

Aida begins to intervene. “Actually, we still have 5 minutes left–“

“Do you really want this idiot having full knowledge of our plays to inform his coach about?”

“Hey, I am not an idiot!”

Aida looks at you bickering with the Kaijo player before sighing, “Well, I guess we can cut it short for today–“ Suddenly, a ball is thrown at him, everyone turning to Kagami after seeing where it came from.

And the rest of practice consisted of you shoving Kise out of the gym after his little scrimmage against Kagami.

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One of the things that was going on in the minds of the benched Kaijo players’ mind was:

‘Damn, Seirin’s manager is cute!’

Meanwhile you were thinking…

That was one hell of a block.

Kagami practically climbed into the air, pushing himself up with Tetsu’s head and blocking Kise’s three-pointer.

“Fast break!” Kagami shouts, prompting everyone on the court to turn around. Kise turns around quickly, not paying attention to his surroundings, his hand whacking Kuroko in the face.

“Te– Kuroko!”

He falls back, lucky to not have hit his head. You look at Aida, who’s attention is on the injured player. You try to run to him while she’s distracted, but grabs and holds you back from going onto the court. He gets up slowly, footsteps uneven with his eyes focused on the ground.

Kagami and Hyūga check up on him, everything supposedly going okay until Tetsu collapses onto the ground. Only then do you realize that he’s bleeding. You break free from Aida’s grasp, running over to pick him up, supporting him with one of his arms around your shoulders back to the bench.

“Y/N-cchi…!” Kise merely looks at the two of you, your backs facing him. “I didn’t mean for this to happen– I’m sorry.” Your head turns just enough for you to see him out of the corner of your eye. “Don’t apologize to me. If this ever happens again, I’m going to rip your piercings out of your ears.” You threaten, walking away. Kise knows that you joke around when you say things like that, but you sounded completely serious this time.

For once, he was intimidated by your unknown sarcasm.

Tetsu laid on a mat behind the bench, bandages wrapped around his head, a bit of dried blood here and there but nothing too drastic. For the rest of the second quarter and a bit of the third, you stayed by his side, holding his hand and keeping your ears open for anything important the coach had to say when the game was paused. Aida kept track of points, rebounds and assists for you while you tended to an unconscious Kuroko. After a bit, you feel a squeeze on your hand, noticing that Tetsu’s eyes opened a little bit.

He tries to get up, but you usher him to lay back down for a bit, noticing he’s visibly tired. “Are you okay? Does your head hurt? Do you need anything?” You ask him these questions knowing he may not have been in the best state to comprehend all of them. “Have you been sitting with me this whole time? You should be working.” He says, looking at the benched team members.

“I did help a bit during halftime. Aida let me stay with you, said she needed someone to watch over you.” A smile grows on your face knowing that he’s okay. You’re still concerned. “Are you still gonna play?” You ask. “Yes.”

Tetsu was a persistent person, so whatever he says he will or will not do is the thing that sticks through. But knowing he was going to play after getting hurt? It scared you. “I’ll be okay. If I get hurt again, you’ll be there to help me. Please don’t worry.” He sits up, his hands cupping your face. He pulls your face towards his, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

There’s too many things going on right now. Your heart is racing, your face is hot, you feel so giddy but also so surprised. That was the first time he ever… kissed your cheek. He didn’t care if anyone was looking. He didn’t even care if no one or everyone saw, he just did it.

“What’s the matter? Are you okay?” You’re left stunned while he looks at you confused. “Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine, I’m great!” You get up, brushing off your skirt and helping Tetsu up. He pats your head, walking over to Aida to let himself back into the game.

For the rest of the game, you can’t help but think of how gentle he was when he cupped your face. How his kiss was soft and sweet on your cheek, He might’ve noticed how warm your face was, but if he did, he would’ve called you out for it. Your hand rested on the cheek where he kissed you, spacing out continuously.

“Y/N! Kagami scored again!” Aida yells, prompting you to mark it down on the clipboard. “Geez, what’s gotten into you? First Kuroko, now you?” You giggle while your hand rests on your cheek again, Aida knocking you on the head so you could pay attention.

You’re thankful that she did, because you got to witness your team’s first win. Even if it was only a practice game.

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They worked hard for it. They deserved it.

You even witnessed Kise cry for the first time. Part of you feels bad for him, but the other part is glad karma has done its job. It may have been an accident, but it still pissed you off.

Quiet mutters come from the spectators up on the balconies.

You cry out a celebratory roar from the bench, Kagami following right after. The third years return Aida’s thumbs up, while she jumps after feeling a pair of arms wrap around her. “We did it! We won, Aida!” She has no idea how to react, resorting to resting her arm and patting you on the back.

Tetsu breathing heavily on the court catches your eye. Sweat drips from his forehead as he pants, but weirdly enough, he looked handsome.

After the winning declaration, you swear you’ve never seen Coach glow with such brightness before. She’s practically beaming. Tetsu sits down on the bench while you hold his towel, wiping the sweat off his face and checking his bandages. His face rests in your hand, while your eyes scan over the bandages. “We’re gonna go to the hospital after this. I don’t wanna risk anything.” He nods, leaning in to have his forehead touching yours.

You’re hiding the fact you’re freaking out very well since he isn’t saying anything.

“I’m going to kill Ryō.” You laugh. “Don’t do that. It’s not his fault.” You pull away first, getting up to get the sheet from the scorekeepers. Kise appears at the table as well, taking the other sheet. “Y/N-cchi, can I talk to you?” He asks. You don’t say anything but nod, following him out of the gym. Tetsu watches you walk off, unsure of how he should feel at the sight of the two of you together.

Alone.

“You and Kurokocchi are going out? I never thought he’d really own up to it.” You freeze, having to run to catch up with Kise. “Wha– how did you know? What do you mean by that?” He scoffs, stopping at an outside faucet. “I don’t think a manager would run onto the court for any boy, like him or not.”

You don’t respond, your phone buzzing in your small bag. “How long?” Kise asks before turning the faucet on to splash his face. “Since January.”

Tetsu had been the one to make the first move. At first, you were worried about the opinions of other people; your parents, your friends, Satsuki. You slowly started to realize that he didn’t care what others thought. He liked you and confessed to you for a reason. He’s done things with you he wouldn’t dare to do with another person. It showed how much he trusted you, and your face goes warm every time you think about it.

“He never showed you off in middle school like he did in the game today.”

“Tetsu mostly kept it a secret from you guys. He was… wary around Satsuki. It was harder since I hung out with her a lot. Otherwise, he was open about it when all of you weren’t around.”

“So he’s been kissing you at school and I’m just never there to see it?”

A rush of heat grows onto your face, making you hit Kise in the stomach. “We have not! You are so ridiculous…” Your phone buzzes again, this time you check who it is. A bunch of texts from Tetsu appear on your screen, a few calls as well.

Y/N

Y/N

Y/N

Where are you?

Please come back, we’re waiting for you

I miss you

Please hurry

Y/N

Don’t ignore me

I know you’re holding your phone right now

Please pick up

I’m getting worried

Coach is getting frustrated

“He’s really hung up on you, huh? He’s liked you since October, y’know. He always came to me for advice or just to talk to me about you.” Kise laughs at the memory. “Really?”

“Yeah! He’d say, ‘Y/N is so pretty’ or, ‘Y/N looks really good today’. He said you looked good every day, actually.” Your brain goes into overdrive, the thought of being admired like that seeming unreal. “We should keep in touch! I’ll give you my number.” He holds his hand out, you tossing him your phone. “Make it quick.”

Kise punches in his phone number, handing you back your phone. “See you at the Inter-High!” He waves, watching you walk away. You meet up with the team, Tetsu welcoming you back with open arms. “What took you so long? Is everything alright?” He questions, holding your hand. “Ryō wanted to talk to me. He found out we were dating.”

Tetsu tenses up a little bit. “He didn’t… tell you anything, did he?”

‘He’d say, ‘Y/N is so pretty’ or, ‘Y/N looks really good today’. He said you looked good every day, actually.’

“Well… he may or may not have said one thing.”

Tetsu suddenly jerks, covering his face with his other hand. It’s one of the only times you’ve seen him embarrassed, but really, it makes you laugh. His face is a bit red and he refuses to make eye contact with you, avoiding your gaze.

“What did he tell you?”

“That you talked about me every day with him.”

“Oh, that’s not… I thought he told you something else.”

“Like what?” Tetsu doesn’t respond, simply walking along like he didn’t hear your question. “Tetsu, don’t ignore me, now I’m curious!” You shake him slightly, emitting a giggle from him. “You know that love note you got in your bag that you wouldn’t stop talking about?”

“The one I got the day before Christmas break?” He nods. “That was me. I wanted to be the one to tell you about it, not Kise.” That’s why he seemed a bit antsy earlier at the mention of Kise saying something. “I reread that note over and over again for a week trying to figure out who wrote it. I have it hung up in my room.”

“I know. I saw.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I figured I’d bring it up sometime, but I didn’t know how to say it.”

He pauses, feeling you lean against him. “Why didn’t you call me that when I got hit?” He asks, leaving you confused. “Call you what?”

“Tetsu.” He refers to the moment where you called his name, being held back by the coach from running onto the court. “Ryō only knew I called you by Tetsuya before we graduated. I think he would’ve caught on if I called you that. I tried to play it safe.”

“I guess I can understand why you did that. Kise’s one to gossip.”

“I’m sorry if it hurt you.”

“It’s okay. Knowing Kise, you did the right thing.”

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“Momoi’s gonna freak when she finds out you two are a thing.”

“You aren’t going to tell her, are you?”

“No, no, I won’t. I’m sure she’ll find out on her own. Why?”

“Because I want to be the one to tell her.”

Kise freezes, surprised. ‘So bold!’

“Y-You’re really okay with her finding out?” He stutters, spinning the ball on his finger. “She knows I don’t like her back.” Kise drops his finger, catching the ball in his hand. “Well, yeah, but her and Y/N-cchi were best friends! Don’t you think she’ll feel a little hurt after knowing her best friend of her entire junior high career is going out with the guy she loves?”

Kuroko pauses, Kise passing the ball for him to catch. “Momoi needs to know. Y/N is my girlfriend, not her. She needs to accept that. Besides, Y/N’s changed. She’s tougher and isn’t afraid to confront others.”

“Hasn’t she always been like that?”

“She got into an argument with the captain and won. She’s broken through our coach’s shell multiple times. She made me run extra laps after conditioning.”

“Okay, I get your point. Still, you know Momoi. She doesn’t stop.” Kuroko shrugs. “You underestimate Y/N. If anything happens, I’ll intervene.” He says, a look only Kise could recognize on his face. “What’s wrong? You okay?” Kise hunches to look at Kuroko’s face, the doubt more visible.

“I’m fine.”

“Well, you don’t look fine. We’ll never see each other again after this, so might as well tell me now.” Kuroko sighs, embarrassed to look at his former teammate in the eye. “Is it too soon for me to make any moves on Y/N?” Kise cocks an eyebrow, catching the ball that Kuroko passed back to him. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve only been going out with Y/N for three months and I don’t wanna make her uncomfortable but… we haven’t kissed yet.” Kise nearly bursts into laughter at his worry. “I never thought that Kurokocchi would ever worry about kissing!” He giggles, getting up from the table he was sitting on. “I haven’t even gone out with anyone yet, now that I think about it. Geez, you’re one lucky guy.”

Was Kuroko’s kiss on your cheek so discreet that even Kise didn’t see it? Not even out of the corner of his eye?

“What should I do?” Kuroko asks, Kise trying to come up with a solution. “The guy always has to make the first move, remember that. You confessed to her first, so you should initiate it.”

“So do I just kiss her out of nowhere?”

“What– no! Let me finish!” Kise stutters. “You didn’t pressure her into forcing her to go out with you. She already liked you, right?” Kuroko nods, Kise going back to thinking again. “Well, I think you should… no, I know you should ask her first before you kiss her. You don’t want to pressure her into something she doesn’t want to do. If she’s ready to kiss you, then she’ll let you do it. Like how she was ready to be in a relationship with you.”

“I see.” Kuroko mutters. “If she says no, then you wait. Good boyfriends are willing to be patient. Don’t be greedy.” Kise plays around with the basketball in his hand, Kuroko’s eyes stuck on him the whole time. “You know, you give good relationship advice for someone who hasn’t had a girlfriend yet.”

“Why’d you have to say it like that?!”

“You idiot, why’d you disappear like that?” Kagami looms over Kuroko, Kise’s eyes wide.

“What are you looking at?” Kagami sneers, staring down Kise. “What is she doing?!” He panics. Kagami turns around, seeing you confronting a much older boy on the basketball court behind them. “Y/N! What’s wrong with you– get out of there!” Kagami yells to no avail, feeling a hand on his shoulder. “Come on. Let’s go help.” Kise pats him, guiding him towards the court.

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“I didn’t even know you played! Why didn’t you tell any of us?” Kise wails, stretching after the win against those thugs. “Tetsu knows. I played club basketball; none of you would’ve known.” You answer, feeling Tetsu’s fingers intertwine with yours. “How come you stopped?”

“I started to hate it. It made me hate myself.” You confess, the air suddenly becoming awkward. “Sorry! You just asked, so I answered.” You laugh, embarrassed at killing the mood. “You would’ve gotten crushed playing alone. You’re lucky we were there.” Kagami scolds.

“I still think I could’ve done it on my own.” You shrug, feeling Tetsu let go of your hand. His arm then wraps around your shoulders, pulling you in a little bit. “Please be careful next time. You might’ve gotten hurt.” You blush, stuttering over your words. “Y-You’re one to talk! You ran off with Kise without even telling me!”

“Did I not text you?” You flip open your phone, showing him a message from earlier that day. He then takes out his own phone, showing that his message wasn’t delivered. “Tetsu…!” You hit him on the head, his other hand rubbing over the spot. He noticed Kise looking at the two of you, more specifically him, giving him a look and a thumbs up before being tackled by their coach on the spot.

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The day before Seirin’s first preliminary match against Shinkyō, both you and Tetsu planned for him to come over to your house, since it was closer to the meeting spot the team had planned for the following day. He’d been working hard, balancing athletics and academics, managing to stay on top of both things with your help. Sometimes Kagami tagged along with the two of you, always worried he was third-wheeling.

This time, it was just you and him. You both got home after an evening outdoor court practice since Tetsu was so antsy, luckily you weren’t out for long. You looked over your notes, taking peeks over your book when you suddenly remembered that this was your own room.

Meaning there was only one bed.

Sure, Tetsu’s stayed over before, but you always insisted on sleeping on the floor since your relationship was just starting at the time and you didn’t wanna make it awkward. But now that you two were closer, you wondered if it would change.

“Tetsu, I can sleep on the floor again if you’d like.”

“No thanks. We can share.”

…Huh? Did he really just say that?

You two would be so close if you slept in your bed together, way too close, in fact. “Are you really okay with that?” You ask, making sure you’re fully awake by pinching yourself. He nods. “I am. Are you?” You break eye contact, trying to bury your face in your book. “I mean, as long as you’re okay with it…”

He gets up and turns on the lamp by your bed, turning off the main light and sitting down next to you. Meanwhile, you’re trying not to freak out being in such close proximity with him in your bed. You’re too busy freaking out that you don’t notice him taking your notes out of your hand and putting them on your desk. “We revised yesterday. We should be okay.”

“Oh, I know, I was just… I don’t know, looking over it.” You say, Tetsu getting back under the covers. “Is this too uncomfortable for you? I can sleep on the floor.” He seems to notice your distress by making that offer. “No, no, it’s okay! I just… haven’t shared a bed with anyone before, so this is kind of… new to me.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to pressure you or anything. I just figured since our previous sleepovers that this was okay.”

“It’s fine, Tetsu, really. I’ll just face the wall the entire night. I do kick in my sleep, though, just a warning.” He eyes you, his lips pursed shut for a moment. “Can I kiss you?”

“Eh…” Your face bursts into flames, flustered and shy at his sudden question. “WHAT?! Where did this come from…!?” You mutter, looking at your boyfriend’s completely monotone face. “I was told to ask you first in case you didn’t want to. Is this a no?”

“No,” you say repeatedly, panic imminent in your voice. “It was just so out of nowhere and so sudden and… I’m sorry for panicking but yes, you can kiss me but–“ Tetsu suddenly leans forward and presses his lips on yours, his hand then gently holding your jaw. Your eyes shut and so do his, your lips shifting and resting at a more comfortable position.

He pulls away, admiring every part of your face. “Is it too soon for this to happen?” He asks innocently, hand still resting on your jaw. “No. Why?” He leans in closer, your foreheads touching. “I want to do that again.” You smile, this time you initiate the kiss, planting your lips against his. This kiss was smoother, comfortable, his other hand holding you close to him as if you weren’t already close enough. Your lips glide awkwardly against his, but his follow every time you move.

Is this really what making out is?

You pull away after a few minutes, noticing the mix of disappointment and eagerness on Tetsu’s face. “We need to rest. You have a game tomorrow.” He pouts while you lean across him, turning off the lamp and laying back down. Your hands hold onto his arm while your head moves closer to his, resting on his shoulder.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Tetsu was full of surprises that night. Your heart begins to race at those three words, your face warming his shoulder. “Really? You mean it?” You feel him nod and turn his head, his chin resting atop of your head. “I understand if you aren’t ready to say it yet. I can wait.”

God, he was so patient with you, and that made you fall in love with him even more. “I love you too. Goodnight, Tetsu.” You feel him give you a peck on the top of your head, his arm wrapping around you and pulling you closer to him. He was so warm, his presence comforting, his hugs tight and secure, like he wanted the moment to last forever.

At the same time, he hoped the feeling of his own heart racing wouldn’t wake you up.

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You waited in the change room labelled for your school while waiting for the rest of the team to arrive. You both had left early in fear of arriving late, but the crosswalks were on your side today, and you got there way earlier than you should have.

You peeked out of the room every once in a while, none of the team outside making you panic. Until you remembered that you were supposed to meet up somewhere with all of them. You frantically turn around and pull out your phone, hearing Tetsu say your name.

“I texted Kagami already. He knows.” You let out a sigh of relief and walk over to Tetsu’s side of the room, sitting down next to him and letting your head fall on his shoulder. His hand ghosts over yours for a second before he finally holds it. “Shouldn’t you get changed?”

“We have time. I want to stay with you like this for a bit.” He says. You lean into his touch, drowning yourself in the sound of your own heartbeat. Your head turns, chin perked up on his shoulder to look at him. He notices, staring deep into your eyes like he could see the thoughts behind them.

“If you’re gonna kiss me, just do it.” You mutter with a smile, Tetsu taking the hint and leaning forward to kiss you. Your lips meet, the moment so sweet that you don’t hear the door open.

The sight of many bewildered second years appears out of the corner of your eye, prompting you to pull away and hide your face. “Hello.” Tetsu greets nonchalantly, as if he didn’t just have his lips on yours earlier. A symphony of shocked cries come from the second years.

“When–?!”

“You two are dating?”

“Why did we not notice…!?”

“I thought it was obvious! Didn’t Aida tell you? Kagami?” They look at you, still stunned. “Any of the first years?” They all shake their heads, leaving you surprised at their cluelessness. “They hold hands all the time, idiots, you think that regular friends do that normally?” Kagami sneers at their obliviousness.

“To be honest, they never told us. I didn’t think Kuroko was the type to start dating so early.” Hyūga admits. “And Kagami…” He starts. “Learn to respect your upperclassmen, okay?” Kagami flinches at his captain, immediately going to claim a locker.

You kiss Tetsu on the forehead before getting up. “Get changed, okay? You got this.” Before you can leave, he grabs your wrist.

Kagami watches as his duo says something to you, making you rush out of the room.

“What did you say?” He asks.

“I’ll win this game for her.”

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well, if i ever grow old… (old with you!)

i’m needin’ your hand to hold. (just us two!) 🎧

#tetsuya kuroko #kuroko tetsuya #kuroko x reader #kuroko no basuke x reader #kuroko's basketball #kuroko tetsuya x reader #fanfiction #kuroko no basket

[bakerstreethound]

Never Idle

Relationship: Sherlock Holmes x reader

Warnings: mentions of overworking oneself, brief mentions of self deprication, drugs and alcohol, fluff, and soft sherlock

Summary: Being a workaholic has its downsides and Sherlock, the poor lad, does his best trying to get you to relax, even though he isn’t well versed in healthy ways to cope with day-to-day life and boredom.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT claim, repost, copy or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

Word Count: 1k

A/N: I’m dedicating this work to my lovely friends who encouraged me to take a break and rest, but somehow, I ignored that advice a little and ended finishing this short comforting story that was brewing based on a request. I sincerely hope you enjoy it. Comments and reblogs are appreciated! Graphic by @firefly-graphics

He notices it the minute he walked in the room, your form snuggled into the sofa and tucked into one of the many blankets you’d bought months ago. Yet, you weren’t sleeping your eyes fixed upon the ceiling trying to take calming steady breaths, your fingers twitching in anticipation. ** **

This wasn’t unusual for him to find you like this, but you sighed heavily once more and shifted under the weight of the blankets, utterly uninterested in your surroundings. You felt a heavy weight upon you, your brain swimming on the verge of a mixture of emptiness paired with heavy bliss.

“Are you alright?” Sherlock breaks the silence. He knows you’re not alright, he’s still new to this, new to vocalizing his concerns. He’s not the greatest at taking care of himself anyways.

“It’s fine,” you reply, twiddling your thumbs again, a heavy sigh following soon after.

He huffs, sitting in his chair, crossing his legs but still watches you out of the corner of his eye. Your breathing is steady he notices, but your heart rate could be increasing exponentially noting stress and anxiety. He’d heard from John, and a little internet search, that baths could help sometimes to relax the muscles and calm the mind.

Without another word, he darts down the hallway while you’re lost in a world of your own, thinking of deadlines and every possible thing that could go wrong when you returned to the classroom in less than five days. To say you are less than enthused is an understatement, you didn’t miss the stress of a classroom or campus while on break which frankly flew by all too quickly.

You sigh, taking time to fully intake your surroundings. A wine bottle and a half full glass of wine lie next to you when you manage to sit up, still wrapped in your blanket. Your nerves burn, aching to work but your mind continues to scream. You shouldn’t be working but you itch to do so, the reports for work need to be in by the end of week but you’ve been working all week.

Why do you deserve a break then?

Your mind continues taunting you, giving every excuse it can to make you resist the comfort of your bed or to sink back into the comfort of the blankets wrapped around you, their weight around you tugging you against them as if they’re begging you to stay a little longer.

Yet your heart continues racing and you take a deeper breath right as Sherlock walks in.

His safety goggles are plastered on his lovely face, his curls a rumpled mess, a vial of something suspiciously liquid green in the beaker in his other hand. Without a word he reaches out to you, pulling you from the confines of your cocoon to the bathroom where a steam floats from the tub, some haphazardly folded towels on the counter by the sink.

You watch in silence as he sets the vial down by the sink, his hands fidgeting as you walk closer to the tub, putting your hand in the water, groaning softly at the warmth gracing your skin.

“I…thought it might help,” Sherlock says quietly, almost shyly while observing your reactions closely.

You gaze at him softly, pulling your hand from the beckoning warmth of the water, drying it off on one of the towels before your hands cup his face, and peck his lips. “Thank you, Sherlock.”

He returns the kiss in kind, taking his time not wanting to part from you, but he breaks away, gasping slightly from the effort not wanting the moment to end. “Water’s getting cold.”

You don’t hesitate another moment nodding in agreement as you begin to strip yourself bare. “Would you wash my hair for me?”

“Of course.” He doesn’t say so immediately, not as he watches you in quiet admiration, smiling softly at your discarded clothes on the floor before you lose yourself in the bubbles quickly populating the tub.

He reaches for the shampoo you like rubbing it between his palms as he gently begins working your scalp. You feel calmer, controlling your breathing in and out slowly. You felt the heat encompass you morph into your skin providing a sense of comfort. That, paired with Sherlock’s skilled hands made you feel more relaxed than you had in weeks.

“Feels good, thank you,” you sigh in content when he’s finished massaging every touch seemingly heals you in a type of magic of their own. You definitely aren’t lying when you speak praises of his skillful hands.

“I’ll be right back,” he grins, kissing the side of your neck, daring go suck a mark and you murmur in acknowledgement. Soon enough he returns with another glass of wine handing it to you before getting started with the conditioner.

“Thank you for doing this,” you gesture around with the wine glass, its contents swirling at the motion. “This brain isn’t very nice and won’t cut me a break,” you chuckle half humorously trying to lighten the darkened mood deep within you.

“John keeps telling me rest is important and you need rest. Reminds me of a case when this lady…” he continues on for thirty or forty more minutes, “….and that’s why the sleep deprivation caused her to crash and destroy millions of dollars worth in property damage all because of this apparently lethal new drug they said helped you sleep but had opposing side effects, keeping you awake hours on end. Perhaps I should try that,” he raises a brow in thought, until you smack his arm playfully as you stumble out of the tub.

“You already deprive yourself of enough sleep,” you grumble wrapping a towel around yourself, “but I swear if you use that drug I will likely strangle you.”

A faint trace of a smirk graces his face and you pull him in for a proper kiss, your hands reaching up to tug his curls wanting nothing but him and his all consuming essence.

He tugs you closer, deepening it more warmth surging around you a combination of his body heat and the lingering warmth of the water encased around you.

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#Sherlock Holmes #sherlock x reader #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock holmes x you #sherlock holmes imagine #bbc sherlock imagine #sherlock fanfic #bbc sherlock #benedict cumberbatch #sherlock tv

[bengiyo]

Our Skyy 2 x The Eclipse Ep 2 (Finale) Stray Thoughts

Yesterday, we returned to The Eclipse and saw our student prefect boys and their boyfriends. We got to enjoy Akk and Ayan’s honeymoon camping trip before returning to the world and stumbling over some of their fundamental differences. Kan and Thua are being cute, but Thua would much prefer they engage in activities GMMTV is not brave enough to show. We all got to lament that Akk and Kan are still fantasizing about their boyfriends rather than engaging with them directly about what they want from each other. Wat is that film friend who definitely made a watch list for Akk that included Brokeback Mountain (and which I hope includes Big Eden (2000)). Namo is here, proving that Pawin was the primary scheduling conflict for Our Skyy 2.

On the political front, Golf continued to explore the ideas of the private and the public, and how these two impact each other. We also got to appreciate Golf’s deep love for Thai cinema itself. Finally, Golf continues to voice their frustration for what we might call keyboard warriors.

I’m having a great time, despite my need to voice my own issues with how we talk about these shows earlier.

I can’t listen to this intro anymore. I’m skipping it for the rest of Our Skyy 2.

I don’t want to get flagged, so I’m just gonna say I noticed how flexible Khaotun’s back is.

These two are so fun when they’re being sweet with each other. I hope Akk gets better at telling Ayan that’s what he likes best.

Love Wat and Namo teasing all of them. Ayan’s satisfied smirk at Kan and Thua spending the night together was priceless.

I love how meta Golf can be sometimes. “They’re talking about caring too much about others versus caring only about themselves…but it’s still the same story as before.” Also, Pawin is available. Please hire him.

Khaotun and First are so incredibly expressive, and you can feel how easily the emotions flow between them. You can see Akk and Ayan choosing each other even as they don’t know how to get past this fundamental disagreement they’re having.

“I think people hate or are afraid of something because they don’t really understand it.” “We’re so happy to be a part of your stupid dream.” GOLF IS COMING FOR NECKS!

Love seeing gay people on bicycles.

I’m enjoying the way these two kiss. It’s been satisfying. First and Khaotung follow through on the physicality between their characters after the lips stop touching so you know how they’re feeling.

I kinda like this brown outfit they put Thua in.

I feel like the others maybe know that Ayan has a surprise planned for Akk?

Akk, baby boy, it’s okay for you to tell your boyfriend that you want him around on your special day. So sad that it’ll be years before he stops putting everyone before himself.

Namo said You Can’t Text Message Breakup.

I’m sorry, but there should not be this much discussion at the urinal. Also, don’t touch your friend after using the urinal.

I love that Golf always cameos in their work.

There’s a kid from Niyomsil school here? I now need to investigate the history of Golf’s friendship with Au.

Okay, I cried a bit at Wat’s stunned reaction to winning an award.

I love film festivals so much!!

First is a great crier, but I still don’t like the birthday surprise trope.

Oh good. The friends knew about the surprise.

Sani smiling fondly at the boys also was an excellent choice.

I continue to love the text-level messaging in this show. You have to keep going even if you don’t know if there’s light at the end of the tunnel because you’ve done it before. You can do it again. You will do it again. That felt so honest from Kan.

I like how far along Kan and Thua have come, and I hope Thua gets the relationship he wants from Kan.

I have a lot of hopes for Akk and Ayan. They’re going to deal with long-distance romance and the continued difficulties of their perspectives, but the bond between them feels real.

They really gave us a shower scene and a domestic montage. We eatin’ good today.

Oh, I enjoyed that final “I love you” bed scene into a very suggestive removal of a shirt makeout and purposeful thigh grab. Very excited to see what First and Khaotung deliver in Only Friends.

Vice Versa next week with a secret baby trope. So…I guess that’s happening.

Final Verdict: 9, Recommended. I continued to enjoy what Golf was doing with this cast and characters. I loved how imperfect everyone felt here, but the desire to be more together lands clearly for me. Khaotung and First continue to be two of my favorite GMMTV actors, and I like how well they work together. I’m going to miss seeing Neo and Louis together, but I hope they keep up the good work this year. If you enjoyed The Eclipse, I think you’ll be satisfied by this special.

#our skyy 2 #the eclipse series #thai bl #bl series #Ben watches

[sagesolsticewrites]

Guitar Man | Steve Binder x fem!reader

It’s love at first sight when your childhood friend Elvis asks you to be a part of his comeback special. But there’s no way Steve Binder, director extraordinaire, feels the same way… right?

Request from @love-munson

a/n: thank you so much for the request darling!! I absolutely loved writing this, and I look forward to writing more for Steve in the future!

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: a couple swear words, a Mean Girl™, I think that's it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

Please like/rb if you enjoyed! 🤍

Being a dancer who was childhood friends with Elvis Presley and still kept in touch with him to this day definitely had its perks.

Like, for example, when Elvis called you up and hired you and several of your fellow dancers to be in an NBC special he was filming.

Your jaw drops. “You’re serious? You want us to be in your special?” You were from a fairly small studio, surely there were some larger, more experienced groups he could have asked.

“Of course, Y/N,” he laughs, “I know you’re good, and I know your friends are too. Plus it’ll give us a chance to hang out a bit. I know we haven’t gotten to see each other a whole lot recently, and I’d like to fix that.”

“I’d really like that, Elvis. I’ll let the other girls know. Thank you so, so much,” you beam, “Oh, and just be prepared? They’re all really big fans.”

“I’m always prepared, Y/N, don’t you worry.” He replies, and you can hear the smug grin in his voice.

“Alright, when should we expect to see you and your ego?” you tease

“Steve and Bones wanna do a pre-rehearsal meeting next Saturday, is that alright?”

You nod, “Yeah, sounds perfect! I’ll make sure everyone’s there.”

Your friends and fellow dancers are, understandably, ecstatic at the idea of dancing in Elvis Presley’s special, and one of the girls jokingly comes up with a pact that if this happens to lead to one of the girls’ big breaks, the six of you will support each other no matter what. You all eagerly agree, with one glaring exception: Marie.

The snooty blonde simply rolls her eyes, scoffing “If it’s going to be anyone's big break, it’s gonna be mine, and I promise I won’t need you all when I’m at a studio that actually appreciates my talent.” She throws a pointed glare your way. The mood ruined, the rest of the girls go to pack up their things. They mumble amongst themselves, used to Marie’s moods by now. You sigh as you collect your belongings. You and Marie have been unofficial rivals since the beginning of your career at the studio, where the two of you were neck and neck competing for a lead spot until your director picked you for the position. You were shocked and honored, as you had been sure that Marie was going to get it, but leaving Marie in second place had carved a rift in your previously somewhat-friendly relationship that you had never been able to fix.

A week later, your group is set up in a hotel that Elvis picked out for you, and the girls are chatting excitedly— all but one. Marie had already found several “problems” with the hotel, and rather than being practically giddy about this opportunity you all had, she was almost detached, as if this was simply something she deserved. You take a deep breath and try to ignore her as you set out for the studio.

The gaggle of girls, with Marie cooly leading the charge, enters the studio. You slink to the back to quickly comfort Lucy, a fairly new addition, who suddenly looks very nervous.

“Hey, there they are!” You hear Elvis cheerfully proclaim, no doubt recognizing some of the girls in the group. You give Lucy’s hand one last squeeze and step in front of Marie to greet your friend. You ignore her glare burning into the back of your head as you pull Elvis into a hug, “It’s good to see you, thank you so much for this.”

He smiles as you step away, looking from you to your girls, “No, it’s really me who should be thanking y’all. I’m excited to see what we do together. Now,” he claps his hands, all business, and turns back to the table set up, where there are two other men sitting and waiting.

“This is Steve Binder,” Elvis says, gesturing to the man with neat brown hair, an ascot tied around his neck, and the prettiest blue eyes you’d ever seen in a man, “and this is Bones Howe,” he gestures to a man with darker hair and round glasses, “These fine gentlemen are the directors and producers of the show, really the masterminds behind it.”

This is clearly a cue for them to speak, but there’s only silence, and Steve is… staring at you? You flush, hoping you don’t have something on your face. Eventually Bones takes the lead, explaining their ideas for the special while Steve pulls himself back to reality.

They take time to answer any questions you all have, and the conversation concludes. The other girls leave the room giddy as can be, while Elvis pulls you aside, leading you over to Bones and Steve.

“Boys, this is Y/N, a very dear friend of mine,” he says, “I know I’ve already told you about her—” at that you shoot him a questioning glance, but he ignores you, continuing “— but I wanted you to meet her personally.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Bones says, reaching out for a handshake.

“We’ve, uh, heard a lot about you,” Steve says with a smile.

“All good things, I hope?” you reply, shooting a teasing glance over at Elvis.

“All fantastic things,” Steve assures you as you shake his hand, and you may just be imagining things, but it seems like his hand lingers in yours for just a little longer than normal. Butterflies erupt in your stomach and your face flushes at the genuine compliment.

The four of you make small talk for a bit before Steve and Bones have to leave, presumably working out more behind-the-scenes stuff for the special.

Elvis gives you a knowing smile as the two of you exit the studio together.

“What?”

His smile widens, “Nothin’, just… you and Steve sure seemed to hit it off.”

You feel your face heat up. “Yeah, he was nice,” you shrug.

“Aw c’mon, Y/N,” Elvis nudges your shoulder, “I’ve known you for too long, you can’t hide a crush from me. Don’t worry, Steve’s good people.”

“I just met him, Elvis, he definitely doesn’t like me like that,” you reply, no longer bothering to deny it.

“You never know. I’d be happy to talk you up, if you like.”

“Sounds like you already did that,” you raise an eyebrow at him.

“What? I can’t brag about my friend?”

“Well, I never said that.”

“Y’know, I’m sure I won’t even need to talk you up,” he says as you finally approach your respective cars, “He’s gonna see for himself how amazing you are during rehearsals.” His tone turns a touch more sincere, “Seriously, Y/N, I really appreciate you bein’ here. I’m so excited for this.”

You smile at the gleam in his eyes, “Well, thank you for calling. I’m really excited, too. I’ll see you tomorrow, ‘kay?”

“See ya tomorrow. Steve’ll be there, too!” he calls cheerfully as the purple Cadillac pulls out of the lot.

You sigh to yourself as you start the drive back to your hotel. He’s going to be absolutely insufferable about this.

“So, Y/N,” Marie sidles up to you during a break in rehearsals, the other girls crowding around you, “how long have you known Elvis?”

“Oh, um… we’ve been friends since we were kids, grew up together in Memphis,” you explain cautiously. Marie had never shown an interest in your life, what was she up to now?

“Hm, I see. You must’ve had an enormous crush on him, right? I mean, I know I would’ve,” she says with a smirk, eyes glittering with barely-hidden malice.

“No, actually,” you correct her cooly, “He’s more like a big brother to me. Been that way all our lives.”

“Oh,” her smirk falls, “whatever, then.” She turns and walks away, as if that piece of information just ruined whatever game she was playing.

Before you can wonder just what she’s up to, the girls begin clamoring for more information about what it was like growing up with the Elvis Presley, and you’re more than happy to oblige.

Steve comes down from the control room more and more during rehearsals, claiming that being down on the studio floor will help him figure out good vantage points for the cameras. You try to avoid engaging him in conversation, not wanting to distract him, but somehow he always ends up near you during breaks. Not that you’re complaining, of course.

You fail to notice Marie watching you like a hawk as the two of you chat over the course of rehearsals.

During one such break, you decide to bring up the fact that rehearsals have been going on for nearly two weeks, and he’s been down on the studio floor for your performances for nearly half of that time. “Is it really that different from when you’re up in the control room?” you ask, genuinely curious.

“Yeah, the view is much better down here,” he says with a small smile, and you could swear his eyes rake up and down your body for just a split second before he adds, “uh, for placing the cameras, I mean.”

You feel your face heat up, and you hope it isn’t too noticeable. There’s no way he’s flirting right now, right? Before you can respond, your choreographer, Lance, calls everyone back, leaving you to push all thoughts of Steve to the back of your mind.

At the end of rehearsal, Steve calls you and Elvis over.

“So, we wanna try to get some extra shots, for promotions, lighting tests, etcetera,” he explains, “it’s gonna be mostly one-on-one shots, I figured the two of you would be the most comfortable with that versus one of the other girls.”

“Sounds good,” Elvis says as you nod your agreement.

It turns out the shots Steve needs are some of the more… flirtatious ones, which you recognize from the Guitar Man sequence you’ve been working on.

Steve, to your surprise, stays on the studio floor rather than going back up to the control room. As you go through the motions— Elvis standing just behind you, your heads turned so your noses are almost touching, his hands resting on your hips; teasingly pushing him down into a chair, your prop fan in his face— you happen to glance over at Steve, and… you’re sure it’s your imagination, but you could swear you catch a glimmer of— is that jealousy?— in his eyes.

A crew member comes up to touch up yours and Elvis’s makeup, but he stops them as he sees the clock.

“Hey, Steve, I’ve gotta get going,” he says apologetically, “I promised I’d meet Cilla for dinner, but you guys can keep goin’ without me right? Just… go through the motions or somethin’. See how it looks in the lighting and whatnot.” He shoots you a quick wink, mouthing have fun as he scoots out the door, leaving just you and Steve, plus a couple of crew members in the studio.

“I mean, we do kinda need these shots so we can adjust the lighting properly,” Steve says hesitantly, fiddling with the hem of his sleeve.

“I wouldn’t mind walking you through some of the moves, if you’re comfortable with that?” you suggest softly, doing your best to sound like your heart isn’t racing at the thought of Steve taking Elvis’s place.

“Sure,” he agrees, “uh, where do we start?”

He steps onto the tiled floor and you walk him through some of the tamer moves before one of the crew speaks up.

“Hey, we’re gonna need you guys to do some of the uh… closer ones?”

There’s only one part of the routine that comes to mind, and your face flushes. You nod, “Okay,” and turn to Steve. “Are you… comfortable with that?”

“Sure, yeah.” he nods.

“Okay, so,” you clear your throat, doing your best to appear professional, “for this one you're gonna stand behind me.”

“Like this?” He moves so he’s standing about a foot away from you.”

“Uh, a little closer.”

He steps forward so his chest is just barely brushing your left shoulder, “This better?”

You hum an affirmation, taking a deep breath to calm yourself at his sudden proximity and instead breathing in his cologne, which only makes your heart race even faster. Be professional, you scold yourself.

“Now you’ll, um, put your hands on my hips.”

“Alright.” His hands land on your waist.

“Um, a little lower.”

You pray he doesn’t notice how your breath hitches as his hands slide down to your hips, and his breath hits your cheek as he says softly “Here?”

“Y-yeah,” you exhale, “now, uh, you just turn your head towards me and—“

Your breath catches as you turn to find him staring at you, his nose just barely brushing yours. Your eyes, as if on instinct, flick down to his lips then back to his eyes, only to find him staring at a spot below your eyes. The two of you stay frozen in that moment, your tongue darting out to wet your suddenly very dry lips before you whisper, “I, uh, I think they’ve got what they need.”

“Yeah,” Steve replies distractedly before seeming to snap back to reality, “Y-Yeah! Right,” he says, releasing you and taking a step back.

You feel the emptiness of the space he once occupied next to you, and your heart slowly sinks as he stammers, “I should, uh, get back up there,” he gestures to the control room. “I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”

You nod, forcing a smile on your face as you wave goodbye, “See you tomorrow.”

Your hand drifts to where his hand laid on your hip, a weak semblance of the way he held you, before you shake yourself, heading towards the dressing room to get out of your skimpy pink outfit. Be professional.

You’ve been fairly successful in hiding your feelings for Steve since then, but everything changes the day you’re finally filming the Guitar Man sequence.

Lance calls for a break and you slide off to the side for a sip of water. The smirk on your face at the sight of your friends crowding Elvis for the moment turns into a surprised smile when you see Steve standing nearby. He was usually up in the control room during filming, what was he doing down here?

You don’t notice Marie’s eyes locked on you as she saunters over to Elvis.

“So…” she begins, squeezing onto the small bench with him where he had just grabbed a Pepsi and sat down, “Is Steve single? Because I really feel like we’d be perfect for each other.”

Elvis chuckles politely. “I’m not quite sure you’re his type, darlin’,” he says, his eyes flicking over to you for the briefest of moments.

Brief, but not brief enough for Marie to miss it. She stands up again, hiding a smirk. “Well, never hurts to try,” she singsongs as she walks away.

You’ve finally worked up the courage to approach Steve but just as you smooth down the pink miniskirt serving as your costume and start to walk over to him, Marie saunters over.

Now, an ordinary observer would’ve seen how Steve tensed up when Marie placed her hand on his arm, standing much closer to him than most would deem necessary, and the way he seemed to look around for help as he engaged her in a stiff conversation.

You, however, only saw the smug look Marie threw your way as she flirted with the man you were head over heels for.

That look was all it took for the courage you worked up to come crumbling down. You slip past your friends, making an excuse about needing some air, and out the back door, where you collapse against the rough brick exterior of the studio.

You feel pressure building behind your eyes and force the tears back, taking a deep breath in and out. You had known it was silly to hope that he would ever have feelings for you beyond platonic but Marie… you certainly hadn’t imagined her being his type, but based on what you had seen, you couldn’t really blame him. Wasn’t a tall, willowy blonde what every man wanted?

Your wallowing is interrupted by the sound of the back door opening, and you look up to see Steve approaching you, a worried look on his face.

“Sorry, I would've been out here sooner but Marie sure does like to talk,” he jokes, an attempt to lighten the mood, “I saw you slip out, are you okay?

“I’m fine,” you try to assure him around the lump still present in your throat, “Don’t worry about me,” you add with a tight smile, “go on back to Marie, I’m sure she’s wondering where you went.”

He frowns as you’re unable to hide the bitterness in your voice. “You know I don’t really, uh, like talking to her, right? I much prefer talking to you,” he says, his eyes soft.

Your heart flutters at the compliment, “You do?”

“Of course,” he laughs, “Why do you think I always ended up next to you during rehearsals?”

You process his words for a moment; he prefers you over Marie?

“I like talking to you, too,” you say, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“So, uh,” he turns to face you, leaning against the brick wall, “what made you run out here?” he asks, concern clear in his voice.

You shake your head, “It’s nothing, really,” you insist.

“Now I know that’s a lie,” he raises an eyebrow, “You don’t have to tell me, but I wanna help if I can,” he adds softly.

You can’t find it in you to lie to his face, and the words come tumbling out, “I saw you with Marie, and I hated it. She was only flirting with you to get under my skin, I know it, but then it didn’t seem like you were discouraging it or anything and that hurt so much because—“

Your brain finally catches up to your mouth and you stop yourself before you completely ruin the friendship you’ve built.

But Steve isn’t having any of that. “Because…?”

Well, no going back now. “Because… I really, really like you,” you finally whisper, keeping your eyes on the ground to avoid seeing his reaction.

There’s a pause, and your heart crumbles before two fingers come up under your chin to gently tilt your head up. Sparkling blue eyes meet yours, and you hear a whisper of “I really, really like you, too,” before his lips meet yours and your mind is void of everything but him: the softness of his lips on yours, one hand cradling your face as the other gently grips your hip, pulling you close, your hands finding purchase in the lapels of his suede jacket.

He pulls away much too soon for your liking, and it takes you a good few seconds to blink back to reality as you’re greeted by the sight of Steve giving you a shy smile, the hand that was cupping your face now resting at your waist.

“You kissed me,” you say oh-so-cleverly, your mind scrambling to process the event that had just occurred.

“Yeah,” he laughs shyly, “I hope that wasn’t too much?”

You shake your head, “No, that was… that was perfect.” you beam, moving to smooth out the lapels that you had had in a death grip.

“Good, because I’ve been wanting to do that since the first day of rehearsals,” he admits with a laugh that’s absolutely adorable, and you’re about to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for another kiss when the back door swings open once more.

You freeze as you hear, “Steve, is everything okay out here, people are wonderin’ wh—“

Elvis cuts off at the sight of the two of you, “Oh. Well it’s about time, you two! Take your time, don’t worry.” He turns, yelling to the rest of the studio something about an extended break.

You and Steve collapse into giggles as the door closes, feeling like teenagers who just got caught by their parents.

“Hey,” Steve says as the two of you calm down, “are you free on Saturday? I’d… I’d really like to take you out on a date,” he chuckles.

“I’d love that,” you smile, “There’s this Italian place near the hotel that I’ve been meaning to try?” you suggest.

“Sounds perfect. I’ll pick you up at 6?”

“I’ll be waiting,” you beam, and you can’t resist giving him one last peck on the lips before the two of you head back inside, your heart much lighter than it was before.

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[rfxiii]

Some plans I have for my OC, Riley’s, story, her relationships with the North Yankton boys, and some little facts/headcanons I have for her:

(The plan)

Riley basically becomes an inconsistent member of the North Yankton trio- brought on when the boys need a pair of extra hands or when she reaches out to Michael asking for work. I didn’t want to make her a permanent member for fear of the canon story becoming too wrapped around her personal story and altering anything too drastically in the main storyline (I’m still not sure if I want to write her into the main story or just keep her as a prologue character).

She can be a little paranoid and doesn’t trust people easily because of it. When she first met Michael and the others she overheard stories about what they did when they weren’t moving drugs- eavesdropping on a conversation between her father and Trevor. She didn’t trust them in the slightest and almost feared they’d come back and try to rob her father of his copious supply of drugs. But at the same time, she envied the boys. She felt like she’d be stuck in the trailer park slinging coke for the rest of her life, and overhearing the stories from Trevor had her wishing more than anything to go along with them just for a chance to get out of that town. And after a handful of times of Michael coming back to drop off drugs Riley decides she’d trust him enough just to get her where she wants to go.

She works with the boys from mid-2000 to 2004 when the events of Ludendorff take place.

(Relationships)

Riley and Michael have an odd relationship. She looks up to him almost like a big brother. He’s smart, especially skilled at what he does, he’s a good leader, and he’s an older, mature figure for her to depend on. She enjoys time with Michael to calm down, talk with him about her future and opportunities, listen to his stories and advice, and get insight on how to expand her skills. But while she does truly enjoy being with Michael and working alongside him, there’s always been a lingering sense of unease she gets from him that she chalks up to anxiety from being around someone more experienced than her.

As for Trevor, she absolutely loves him. He’s wild, uncontrollable, and lives his life exactly how he wants. She honestly thinks he’s the coolest person on the planet. He’s everything she wishes she could be. She wants to stop caring about others perceptions of her, she wants to do what makes her happy and fuck everyone else- and when they’re together Trevor brings that out in her. They spend time together even when they aren’t doing a job and she always looks forward to seeing him. Most of all she appreciates how she can trust that she can’t trust him. His moods flop from one extreme to another and just because they were friends last night at the bar doesn’t mean they’ll be friends if he thinks leaving her behind to get arrested would help him get away faster. Having people around who’s motives and actions are clear is what Riley prefers and she can always count on Trevor to be…Trevor.

With Riley and Brad things are…complicated. Starting out she was incredibly skilled for an amateur, which pissed Brad off because Michael still bitched at him about his skills after years of pulling scores. He hated her and he made that fact more than clear. But over time she grows on him. She’s funny, easy going, a little paranoid and distrusting, but still knows how to let loose and have fun out with him and Trevor. Riley secretly has a little crush on him that he’s totally oblivious to but Trevor is more than aware of. It’s not like she’s in love with him or even wants to consider something serious like a relationship, she just likes his attention and can’t really explain why. Trevor mocks her for it mercilessly.

(Facts)

Smoking, drinking, drugs- she’s always down. She’s a very “live fast and leave a pretty corpse” kinda bitch.

She hates yelling. As a child yelling meant her parents were fighting, and when her parents fought her dad normally went to the bar and left her with her mother, who took out her anger on Riley physically.

She did coke for the first time when she was sixteen. Her father caught her poking around his stuff and offered to let her do it at home because he knew his stash was good. (Father of the year award, really)

Trevor and Brad had her convince Lester that she didn’t speak any English the first time she met him. Anytime he tried to speak to her she’d respond in Spanish. It wasn’t until they met again months later that he found out. She forgot about the bit and greeted him in English.

She loves all animals. Cats are her favorite. Dogs kind of scare her until she’s sure they’re friendly.

She cannot cook. Her mother was an abysmal cook and her father raised her on takeout and frozen meals.

She goes to visit her father once every four or five months just to check on him. Their relationship wasn’t the best but he was the one who raised her and saved her from whatever kind of worse life she’d have had with her mother.

Has always been into older men- she jokes openly about it with people.

Had a few charges against her before she left with Michael- petty theft, arson, grand theft auto, and resisting arrest.

Has a little bit of an accent she picked up from her mostly Spanish speaking father. Gets incredibly offended when people mock her (not violently like Trevor though).

Annoys Michael when she and Trevor get together and start messing around. They feed off each other's chaotic energy and it gets on Michael’s nerves.

She comes off as very easy going, fun, and slightly immature. And while she is all of those things, she’s also incredibly perceptive, calculating, and intelligent (street/common sense smart, not book smart).

She dropped out in 10th grade. Not that it really mattered. She skipped school more often than she was there.

Trevor caught her staring at Brad once and loudly made fun of her for it. It made her so mad/embarrassed she refused to talk to him for four days after that. She holds a hell of a grudge.

Speaks in Spanish at the boys when she’s talking shit. None of them can understand her so she’ll mercilessly rip on them with a smile on her face when she gets frustrated.

She and Trevor got drunk and got matching little tattoos once.

“Met” Amanda once in passing. She and the boys were dropping Michael off at home after a score and Mandy saw her in the car. They could hear Amanda screaming at Michael about “cheating” and “prostitutes and strippers” the whole time they were pulling away from his house.

Would rather go out alone and find people at the club/bar to hang out with than be stuck at home alone. Being at home alone she’s stuck with her thoughts and that is not a place she wants to be.

#my oc #gta v #gta 5 #oc stuff #grand theft auto v #grand theft auto 5 #riley ramos

[mdenvs3000w24]

Am I out of touch (with nature)?

Introduction 

Hello readers and fellow nature lovers! I’ve decided to begin a blog about my personal experiences with and relationship to nature. I assume many of you also have a love of nature (considering you’re exploring niche nature blogs on the internet), and harbor your own personal memories of enjoying our natural world. 

For those of you who are a bit iffy on nature, and prefer keeping a few inches of glass between you and the elements - I hope that by relaying my personal experiences and expressing the enjoyment that I derive from nature, that you may also feel some of that enjoyment, and consider connecting with nature more in your personal life.

(This is a picture I took on the beach at sunset in New Brunswick a few years ago)

Disconnected

With all that being said, recently I’ve been reflecting on the amount of time I’ve been spending in nature recently, and I came to the realization that I feel a bit disconnected from the natural world on an experiential level. Over the past year or so I haven't been going outside and enjoying nature as much as I used to, even though I love the outdoors. I don’t know exactly why, but I’ve narrowed down a few possible factors. 

First of all, we are in the winter season right now. I don’t know about you, but I always find it so much harder to enjoy nature during the winter. The snow coating the trees and landscape is beautiful, but it still feels kinda dead. Everything is still alive of course - everything present in the summer has to survive over the winter somehow. Animals are hibernating, still active, or in the soil below the frostline. Trees are still alive - they’re just dormant. But still. Even though I have all this conceptual head knowledge, I still don’t find as much enjoyment from going outside during the winter, and this reduces the time I spend walking the trails and parks that I normally would in the summer. 

Pandemic

The second major reason for this long term disconnect in my opinion is that I was spending a ton of time outside during the pandemic. With high school ending early and months and years with little to except spend time in nature, I went on innumerable expeditions on my bike to local parks, trails and ponds where I was hanging out with squirrels, birds, frogs, snapping turtles, and even snakes. I spent many hours outside during pandemic times and really connected to nature (while coincidentally disconnecting from the human social world in many ways).

(Picture of me chilling with one of these aforementioned snake friends)

Back to the present

Don’t get me wrong, I still care for nature and get to learn about it almost every day, I just lack the same personal connection of spending time outdoors that I used to, which I feel is necessary for true connection.

Back to the deep past 

Looking back further at my childhood, I always loved playing outside and being an “outdoorsy” person. As early as I can remember my mom would take me and my brother to the local park which had a small pond inhabited by frogs which I would catch (and release of course) as a kid. I felt so at-home there that I had to be forced to leave eventually so we could see the rest of the park. 

I really attribute a lot of my connection to and exposure to nature at a young age to my mother. She was the primary person who while I was growing up, allowed me to explore the natural world and embrace my innate interest in it.

(Picture of young me also holding a snake friend but in a less natural setting, to highlight the continuity of my appreciation of all wildlife including snakes from a young age)

Hope You Enjoyed My First Post

Well, that's probably enough personal ramblings for now. I hope you enjoyed reading, and got a little bit of insight into my current and past connection to nature, and the people who first helped me feel a sense of place within it.

#nature #snake #sunset #forestry #new brunswick #national park

[ihopeucomehomesoon]

Tbh, it just sounds like you're tired of being the only one putting in effort and having very little of it ever reciprocated back. While it's easy to blame yourself and call yourself the bad friend, I think it's important to feel seen by the people who are supposed to love you and be your friends. Having someone forget your birthday, or never reach out to you first, or show a basic level of enthusiasm to want to see you/interact might seem small and insignificant things upon an initial observation, but they stack up. Quickly.

It's too easy to call yourself petty, but instead, you're hurt and want them to feel some sort of urgency to reach out to you again. It hurts when they don't, and even more when you realize they might either be too busy for you or simply don't place the same importance that you do on the friendship.

After a while, I started asking for the things I needed from my friends in our relationships: what I was willing to tolerate and what I didn't appreciate, all just to feel more seen. You'll find that if they're truly your friends they will put in the effort to meet those needs. I don't know if I overstepped and got your feelings completely wrong, but I've been in the same boat and I just hope you get to enjoy your friendships again soon 💖💖💖

you got my feelings completely right thank you!! and i feel so relieved to read the second paragraph bc it’s exactly how i’ve been feeling recently. i feel like it’s hard for me to maintain my friendships with ones i don’t see as often anymore and it’s hard for me to keep on asking to meet up bc it feels like i’m the only one being overly enthusiastic abt hanging out and it makes me feel like the lonely one. i think i’ll just end up asking if we can hang out sometime this week or next week since i leave again and won’t be in town for the rest of the summer so i feel like i should put in effort for our last hangout (“last” at least for a while). if the friend ever apologizes about missing my birthday i think i’ll try to be clear with my feelings and how it made me feel hurt…i do want to feel seen as you mentioned bc they’re my friends and i want to be happy with them again

#thank u so much for ur ask i just edited the original post tags and added that i needed advice so it was a cool coincidence to find this ask #waiting for me even before i added that tag

[showtoonzfan]

Hi, I’m not sure if you spoke on this already but I wanted to ask for your input on this.

What kills me is the logic of some of the fandom defending the recent episode and Stolitz. They’ll say things like: “You just don’t get the subtle details.” “It was so obvious. You don’t understand storytelling or you need to wait to see the rest before complaining.”

Then I’m like, “What fucking (invisible) details! Some Instagram post (not in the show itself).” S1 was showing a clear pattern between the two…smh. Most recently, someone made a post talking about “For the people saying Blitz is using Stolas for the book, have you thought about why he hasn’t asked Stolas, who’s a prince, for money or anything else?” 🤦‍♀️

I replied to their post with, “How does that negate the fact that he tricked Stolas to get the book? He also used Stolas to get into Ozzie’s.”They didn’t even respond back to rebut my claim. Instead, they made a separate post saying, “You don’t even have to pick up on the subtle details to understand HB and it’s approach to Stolitz. It doesn’t take much brain cells. Are HB criticals even watching the same show? You’re the problem.” 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

Sorry this was long. It’s just the amount of gaslighting. I appreciate your response.

You’re good! Here’s the thing, never engage with a Stolitz stan because it’s not worth it. They never listen. And yes, I say Stolitz STAN and not fan, because if you’re personally a fan of the ship, that’s fine. However like I said, these stans don’t listen and there’s no point in even replying, though you can of course if you personally want to. I’ve ranted about this ship a lot, and the fact that so many stans think that we just don’t understand what we’re watching is hilarious. I find it so funny that they say “subtle details”, when Vivzie as a writer is anything BUT subtle. The entire point of Blitz and Stolas’s relationship in the first season (or at least the first HALF of the season) was that all they were was two people in a simple fuck buddy relationship, where Blitz (an imp of the lowest species) screws Stolas (a horny perverted royal owl bird) in exchange for the grimoire for his business. Blitz’s entire thing was that he was a selfish shallow person who did NOT like Stolas at all, constantly annoyed around him and clearly only did this for the book. Stolas’s whole entire thing was that he was a horny pervert who was in a failing marriage, and wanted someone to fulfill his needs. Once episode 6 comes, the writers pull the whole “Blitz actually loves Stolas but is just afraid to show it due to the fear of dying alone”- and that was the first mistake (in my opinion) that they made regarding this ship, because it just wasn’t believable. It felt forced because all Blitz did was act like he gave zero shits about Stolas, not enjoying his flirtations at all and overall just hating him, and it didn’t help that you clearly knew the writers shipped it with all the fan service despite the ship being toxic. It ESPECIALLY didn’t help that the visual aspect shows Blitz being chained up by Stolas, symbolizing how he feels trapped, yet craves being in power. It was a toxic and unhealthy approach, and episode 7 further proved that Blitz did not really care about Stolas outside of being in charge, only using him to get into Ozzie’s.

All the two do is use each-other because they’re both selfish horrible people, so when episode 7 tries to pull the whole “Actually Stolas genuinely loves Blitz and craves something more than what they have but Blitz is hurt by him treating him like a toy and seeing him as lower but Blitz actually LOVES him he’s just afraid to die alone”- that doesn’t WORK because the storytelling tells us otherwise. Season 2 then basically erases all of this and switches the story to have them be childhood friends and then have BLITZ be the one who came onto Stolas first. Now they’re just back to flirting as if everything previously shown and established never happened, this ship’s writing and just a mess and all over the place, and the fact that fans keep saying we just don’t get it or don’t see the “details” when the writing always acts like it’s never thought out or planned is ridiculous. But again, all I do is just ignore the stans cause……ugh.

#I’m ranting again sorry #vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss critical #anti vivziepop #helluva boss criticism #reply #ask

[sindirimba]

got tagged by @energievie for a fun little old school thingy. let’s go.

your name: well. sindirimba. sindi if you're nasty. jen if you want, i am not ashamed of having the same name as 87% of all women in my age and geographic group

your age: i don’t wanna talk about it.

your first fandom(s): roswell (1999). unforch. it wasn’t a bad time or anything but i’m sure if i went back and rewatched i would think it’s horrible. but i was a baby, leave me alone, present self!!

your current fandom(s): counting a current fandom as a fandom where i make stuff: thee old guard, django, occasionally a movie here and there. not creating but watching, wakanda forever, like i still love the movie and enjoy some fandom things but i got kind of burned out by the direction a lot of namor/shuri stuff very quickly went in.

how did you first get into fandom? well i was watching roswell, innocently searching online for things about it, found some smut fic, and it all tumbled down from there.

how long have you been engaging with fandom spaces? from roswell to like, 10ish years ago, then a lull of not being into fandom after i got tired of how racist and sexist fandom was, and then i became obsessed with TOG. 🤪

how often do you read fanfics? hmmm. a few times a week in general.

top 3 characters from your current fandom(s): nile, booker, um... and the rest. i can't choose for django, it's too hard.

have you ever written a fic for a fandom? i sure have!

have you ever drawn fanart for a fandom? i try

share a personal headcanon that you feel very strongly about: hmm. man, questions like this are like 'what kind of music do you like'. i have very strong music/headcanon opinions but when put on the spot my mind goes blank

okay here's one: bathsheba is way too flighty to be a good partner to gabriel and will eventually leave him too. he'll leave (not for america, he doesn't deserve that), and find real love abroad, with someone who would appreciate his baby sheeps.

you’re trying to convince a friend to get into your current fandom(s) with you. what episode, clip, or scene are you showing them? for django it depends on what they're normally into. if they're a fan of westerns, the first shootout scene. if they're into weird incestuous relationships, buddy have a seat. etc.

for TOG and other movies i would just show them the whole thing, like. harder to break up a movie than a show, imo.

and finally, what does fandom mean to you? ideally, friendships forged from common interests. just keep it small, yknow.

tagging... @strangehighs @nevermindirah @lasuperbia @laviejaguardia @mprosperossprite @bossymarmalade and ummm anyone else who wants, i'm getting insecure about tagging now

[lpycb42]

Shadow and Bone Season 2 Opinions:

SPOILER DON’T READ IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED

The first thing I’ll mention is that I have not read the books. That being said, I know of the books and what they deal with a bit.

Anyway:

I like that Alina was developed into a take charge badass. I heard that Alina in the books is more of a Mary Sue. I’m glad she’s not that this season. She was far more interesting to me and far more likable this time around. I liked her before but I love her now.

I also love that Mal was given importance. They were obviously hinting to him having special powers and potentially being a Grisha, but I love that they made him a KEY piece in the puzzle. I also appreciate that he gets to live his life away from Alina and not be her lapdog.

The new characters were immediately likable which is so important, especially when you are going to pair them up with characters like The Crows and Alina/Mal. It’s tough to gain the interest and sympathy of the audience when they’re already invested in a specific group of people, so I’m glad they were able to fit right in and have good chemistry with the rest of the cast.

Now for some criticism

This season was fun to watch, but it felt a little bloated to me. I liked the slower pacing of the first season, which took its time building the world and the relationships a bit better.

I also felt the editing was a big messy because of how many stories were being told at the same time.

One thing I disliked was how the Matthias/Nina situation was handled. Again, I haven’t read the book, so idk how accurate it is, but, I was hoping to see more anger on Matthias’s side towards Nina.

I understand that some of the changes have happened because since the book was written, a lot has changed and depicting violence against women on TV is a big no no. You also don’t want to make Matthias irredeemable, but I wish they had shown more of Matthias’s inner conflict regarding his feelings towards Nina. I do wish they would’ve had him both dream of her romantically and also his nightmares in which she’s a monster without showing him actually hurting her. In addition, I wish that he hadn’t already seen her. I would’ve been fine with him seeing her while fighting, but thinking she was just a vision and not the real her. Idk, but I was hoping for more angst there and more of a buildup to their reunion.

I also know that they are supposed to rebuild their relationship and trust in one another. Nina shouting to the whole world that Matthias is the love of her life is kind of counterproductive, because now I’m going to have a hard time believing that they will be at odds. I hope they don’t change that, because that’s one thing I’m most excited about in their story. I do LOVE that they added Pekka to that mix, though. I like him as an antagonist. The actor is amazing.

I was hoping there would be more of a courtship between Jasper and Wylan. That relationship felt rushed, but at the same time, I understand what they’re doing. It’s the Friend’s formula. You already have many angsty couples, so you need one that will be the foil to that. The couple who just wants to be together and happy.

Inej and Kaz were done to perfection, in my opinion. I also liked that little moment between her and Tolya.

I was also hoping that Nikolai and Zoya would have a bit of a moment in the end, but oh well.

I’m honest, I’ll be fine if Shadow Daddy doesn’t return. I don’t see what the purpose would be for him, moving forward. But, if he does, then cool.

All in all, I enjoyed it. I will rewatch to really take everything in.

#shadow and bone s2 #shadow and bone #helnik #wesper #kanej #malina

[thehappiestgolucky]

(hiding behind anon mask cuz i'm being struck by shy---)

Oh yeah, I can definitely see that!!!! Vigilante Tisequirrel has alot of emotions to navigate through after such a long time being away from one another. And the difficulty of reconciling their pasts and their presents selves doesn't exactly help.

After all, how much can one change before you can say they're a different person? How long does it take until a former friend of yours becomes a complete stranger?

Not completely knowing if the other loves the past image of him or the current, real him can really cause uncertainty in their relationship.

I mean, Vigilante Tiso was quite literally slapped in the face when Quirrel came back and was suddenly good at fighting. It was such a sudden change after so long (of buried pining) after all. How are they suppose to take all of these major changes? To the other and to himself? (We know Tiso actually kind of enjoys some of these changes but how can he be certain Quirrel feels the same? Especially with the added layer of amnesia?)

Honestly, they both deserve a long heartwarming hug, but the both of them need to discuss how they're going to handle their relationship and feelings later on to clear things up between them and how they'll move forward together.

Wonder how long it'll take them when there's so much on their plates and minds.....

*mwah* hitting all the nails on the head

(also putting under read more it’s not the longest but i did ramble a bit sksksks)

I think the biggest reasons why these questions might plague them, especially during the time when Tiso and Quirrel were travelling around the kingdom as Ghost stumbles their way through what to do, and encountering each other but in that weird sense - is because the amount of time apart has blown these new changes to a bigger proportion than they might’ve been.

Yes they’ve gone through major changes, but their core character, the character each other have grown close too - are still very much the same. Quirrel is still the analytical, kind-hearted guy that admires the ever shifting world around him - as he’s always been and Tiso is still a stubborn, goal-driven warrior that sticks to his ideals to the bitter end as he has always been. It’s just shifted. But the time apart has made these changes, like Quirrel taking up arms in self defense, and Tiso fighting for the safety of the misfortunate - seem like they’re a much different person than they perhaps are.

As you said, Tiso does like some of these changes (like the fighting bit) and I’ve always interpreted that Quirrel might not enjoy fighting in the same manner as others might - he doesn’t mind it even with his memory back. There’s also aspects to Tiso that have changed that I feel Quirrel likes a little more - like him seeming to take more appreciation of the world around him. I think if anything, it shows that whilst these valid concerns float around their head - it’s more than they’re thinking because the actual truth is they can take the past memories with the current circumstances and move forward all the same. I say this as an avid overthinker - overthinking can really put a sudden strain to something that maybe wasn’t there to begin with.

Which is why they absolutely talk about it at length for a while. A heart to heart. If I had the energy I’d make it a full comic but alas.

After everything is done, after Ghost ascends and the infection is finally destroyed, after Tiso gets a chance to be reunited with his dads again and let Ghost have a well deserved rest amongst his family - Tiso and Quirrel just have a long talk at the oh so symbolic Blue Lake.

Tiso gets to mention how his friend leaving in the first place hurt, whilst he understands why, it was another person leaving his life. Quirrel gets to lament over having some memories still blocked, wondering if the two lives can co-exist with one another and if Tiso wants the friend that left him - rather than the one here. It ends with I feel a mutual agreement and understanding, empathy with what both have been through and a promise that they’ll see if the foundations of the past can allow them to continue with a relationship in the present. An agreement that they’ll view the past as memories and the present as the current relationship.

The friendship itself I feel mends pretty fast, and I think it helps when they aren’t dealing with an infected land. The period of rest before going to a semblance of a normal life does well to help them build up their relationship again. And as for the transition to friends to partners?

A bit of a slow burn! Whilst they talked to each other about the confused feelings, they both didn’t really admit to pining for one another before - simply because they view their friendship as important. It’s after a while of Hallownest being free, of helping those left build their own life without fear, that they recognise these feelings still aren’t going to go.

and I’ll be honest I’ve also always viewed tisoquirrel as a whole as a sort of slow burn pairing sksksksksk

#happy screms #vigilante tiso #tisoquirrel #yknow this whole ramble came from the fact i wanted to doodle them again and then my brain said ‘hey remember how this is :)’ #it just - hecc #*holds them* th…them #i told myself i’d answer this quickly in the morning to be more coherent then i woke up early and rambled whoops

[kyufessions]

who in nct and p1h would LOVEEEE themselves a tall thick woman 🫣

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR AN ASK LIKE THIS SINCE I STARTED MY PAGE OHMYGOSH YES LETS DISCUSS

nct:

johnny - gives me vibes he wouldn’t care about looks when it comes to relationships, more of a personality man

taeil - would love to cook for his significant other + wouldn’t secretly mind getting thrown around like a football, like imagine looking down into his eyes as he admires you UGH my heart <;/3

taeyong- would love being thrown around doesnt care who knows it, would definitely wrap himself around you at all times and would start arguments with ppl who were ever rude to you in any sense without hesitation

haechan - it’s haechan, of course he would. would actually eat that shit up. would show you off and have you as his lockscreen 🤷🏻

jungwoo - with him being tall, i feel like he’d have a blast with a tall partner and if they’re thick / plus sized ??? even better. he’s definitely rub your belly / sides and would keep a hand on your inner thigh as he drives or while y’all are in the backseat of a car together. would just enjoy holding you and would hype you up at everything you do.

yuta - are we surprised? no. it’s yuta nakamoto. if anything he’d eat that shit up. he’d love it. he doesn’t seem to care about looks but more so vibes of others, so ofc he wouldn’t care if you were thick / plus sized, tall, short, skinny, etc. as long as you match his vibe he’s gonna adore you regardless. would borrow your clothes from time to time, idk why i imagine that but i do. especially hoodies and shirts. would wear a shirt of yours to practice and have the goofiest smile on his face the entire time. would send selfies like “look what i got on” 💀. would secretly buy clothes that fit you better than him and wear them then gift it to you so you’d have an item of clothing that smells like him and to remember him by when he’s touring or busy with promos.

sungchan - the man is so carefree about life it seems, so looks is the last thing in his mind. if anything i feel like he’d feel himself being pulled towards you and would strike up a small conversation. would talk about you a lot and show photos, especially of y’all together. would sometimes wanna be the small spoon when cuddling and you allow him to be without any hesitation. would love resting his head on your belly and would squeeze your thighs a lot. would definitely enjoy resting his head on your shoulder as well (or attempt to if y’all are the same height). would lose his shit if anyone ever said anything negative about you in the slightest.

yangyang - this man is another that doesn’t care about anything. he’d definitely be showing you off and would buy you clothes he think you’d like. “oh you don’t like it? i’ll wear it myself then” and literally does 💀. but then would beg you to wear it so it smells like you and you’d oblige ofc bc it’s yangyang. would rest his head on your chest a lot, would either make suggestive comments about your tits or would make a joke about your heartbeat, maybe even both. would actually fight people if they were ever rude to you. loves showing you off to people, especially the members. talks you up constantly. would squish your face too but only in private when cuddling or something. definitely learns to cook your favorite foods and fails miserably but you appreciate the effort.

shotaro - i’m 50/50 on shotaro. idk if he really would or not, from my perspective at least. i’d say he’d be friends with someone like that first and then end up developing feelings. like he didn’t see it coming and was like wait what, but didn’t hesitate asking you out when the realization hit him. he wouldn’t treat you any differently i don’t think. just a laidback guy who enjoys spending as much as possible with his significant other, would definitely wanna film dance tiktoks with you. would ask you for a piggyback ride here and there bc he secretly enjoys it (although it’s not that much of a secret).

ten - this man ??? most definitely wouldn’t give a fuck what their significant other looked like. would LOVE being thrown around like a football. definitely your biggest hype man in all of existence. rests his head on your stomach / chest a lot. gives you shoulder blade kisses a lot and just genuinely enjoys your company and being with you overall. would definitely steal some of your clothes to style them on a day out. would buy y’all matching clothes as well like subtle matching clothes, nothing too extreme. just the same color scheme and small accessories and such. would love playing with your fingers, idk why but i imagine that.

kun - yes. of course. he would love it actually. kun is the type that hangs around multiple people and doesn’t mind having a diverse group of friends, so of course he wouldn’t mind at all that you both are different from each other in the sense of looks. loves how confident you are in yourself. another hype man ofc, and loves taking you to the studio with him. you come with him to the studio often, whether popping in to visit or spending hours with him while you do your own thing, so he actually started buying your favorite snacks and drinks to keep in a mini fridge for when you visit. like, he has his shelf on the mini fridge of his favorites and the other shelf as yours while the one shelf on the door has his favorite drinks and the other has yours.

hendery - i don’t really care for hendery all that much, so i’m not gonna go into detail but he strikes me as he would. a hype man and would fall for you hard.

now for piwon … 🤭

keeho - there’s no way in hell he wouldn’t want someone who’s thick and no one can change my mind. every time i’ve met that man he’s hyped me up and i’m literally fat as fuck so there’s no changing my mind. taller than him? yea he’s eating that shit up. constantly looking at you with admiration, always wanting to show you off. ofc matching fits for dates. matching pjs too. probably sanrio or pokémon themed. quick scenario: when he was in japan he bought himself a hangyodon onesie, BUT what you didn’t know is he bought you a matching sanrio character one as well. maybe a cinnamoroll, a kuromi maybe. would go off on people if need be 🤷🏻 no hesitation whatsoever. oh he’d love you for sure.

theo - yes. let’s just say i’ve seen the way he looks at certain fans and that’s why i’m saying yes 🤷🏻. would love to learn to cook your favorite dishes, whether or not he would succeed is between him and the fire alarm. would love resting his head on your belly i think, and would rub your thighs a lot. would secretly enjoy being the little spoon. loves the height difference honestly, but doesn’t show how much he secretly loves it. but you can tell with his actions and it’s honestly adorable.

jiung - this man is very carefree when it comes to life in a sense, so looks wouldn’t matter to him. would have you as his home screen instead of lockscreen because he just seems like a very private person to me when it would come to a relationship in general. but when out on dates or just together in public, he would definitely make sure to throw hints at others that y’all are together in case anyone tries hitting on you. y’all are at the grocery store looking at cereal and this person starts flirting? “hey babe, what about this cereal? oh- sorry i didn’t know you were talking to someone” and would snake an arm around your waist and pull you closer to his body. would definitely place a kiss on your shoulder in front of them just so they get an even clearer picture. once the guy gets the hint he scurries off and y’all go back to normal 🤷🏻. not much into pda, like i said he’s more private, but if he needs to do something like that he will. definitely the biggest kisser in private, would kiss your stomach a lot and just all over your body in general. loves holding you close.

intak - yupp 🤷🏻 no questions asked. would eat that shit up actually. would have you as his lock AND home screen. would constantly buy you your favorite foods, would ‘borrow’ your clothes to the point you have to go to the dorm and sneakily get them back before he notices it’s gone. loves showing you off to anyone and everyone. he could be getting his makeup done for a stage and start talking about you, pictures pulled up of y’all together and all. “aren’t we so cute? 🥹” dude literally adores you with every fiber of his being. loves rubbing your tummy and picking outfits out for you. loves clothes shopping with you. buys you clothes. idk the man would absolutely be obsessed with you but in the healthiest most puppy-dog way possible. OH and would ask for smoochies 24/7 as he stares at you with puppy eyes and a playful pout.

soul + jongseob - i’m not going into detail bc i don’t really enjoy discussing minors on my page BUT they strike me as individuals who wouldn’t mind at all like the rest of piwon !! all of piwon just seem to love the vibes of people instead of looks, so the kids being the same way makes total sense.

#. kyufessions inbox #p1harmony #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #wayv #kyufessions p1harmony #kyufessions nct

[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hi. It’s me, Fanfic Anon #2. I’m back with part two of my series, Laurence (I went in age order, ha ha). Laurence’s is based on reporting I saw about their response to her divorce. I’m unsure how true that report is, but I honestly haven’t seen that much else about her. Of all three, she’s the one I had the hardest time with, because of that and because I’m unsure what a relationship would look like given they’re the same age and were peers in school for so long. They’re obviously close (she shows up at all the major events, she clearly spends a lot of time on vacation with them), but beyond that? So like Sebastian, I went for a more friend-ish relationship than a strictly parental one, even if he clearly loves them like one (every time he says “nos enfants” my heart grows two sizes). Hopefully you all enjoy it.

For context, according to the report she spent a week with Brigitte in Touquet and Emmanuel cleared his schedule as much as he could to spend the weekend with her. (PS as a disclaimer: I’m sure her ex is a lovely guy - I just figure Emmanuel and Brigitte are incredibly protective of their kids no matter what, so no hate towards him was meant by this piece.)

II. Laurence

"Where is she?" he asked his wife the second he ran in the door of their house in Touquet. He hated that he couldn’t get there sooner, couldn’t get there the second she had called them in tears as the world had felt like it was ending. He hates more that he has to leave tomorrow, a short weekend the most he could clear from his schedule. He was desperate to make this time count as much as he could.

"She’s on the couch right now in the living room," Brigitte replied sneaking a quick kiss, needing to ground herself in him after the last few days she’s spent providing moral and emotional support, the process bringing up some of the trauma from her own divorce she had worked hard to put behind her while her heart broke at the sight of her daughter in obvious pain.

"How are you doing?" he asked, realizing from the way she was acting that while she has been putting on a strong front for her daughter, it was a front.

"I won’t lie and say it’s been easy for me. It is splitting me in two watching her like this. All I want to do is protect her, to make sure nothing and no one hurts her. It’s what I’ve done my whole life and then this asshole, who promised to love her and cherish her and take care of her for their rest of their lives does this? And there’s nothing I can do to protect her? That hurts far more than anything else this is bringing up. Besides during my divorce, at least I had you -"

"She has us. She’s not alone."

At Brigitte’s nod, he snuck another quick kiss before rushing into the living room, his heart breaking at the sight of this strong, intelligent, kind hearted woman so hurt.

"Men are the worst," he opened with a joke, hoping to bring a smile to her face, rejoicing at the light, surprised chuckle he got from her.

"Not all men," Laurence replied, moving to make room for him next to her on the couch.

"You’re right. Your brother’s not bad."

"And my kids! And my nephews!"

"Of course, although, I said men. They’re still boys," he allowed, sitting next to her and holding his arms out to hug her.

"I’ll keep that in mind," she replied as she settled her head on his shoulder.

"My brothers aren’t horrible, I guess, although, jury’s out on your Uncles."

"Still holding grudges?"

"You hurt one of my girls, and I never forget that," he told her very seriously, so she knew and could appreciate the full weight of what he was saying.

"You’re forgetting someone pretty important in that list there, Manu."

"Am I?"

"Yeah. You’re not the worst."

"I don’t know about that. As soon as you hung up, I threatened to send the army on him. Ask your mother. She had to talk me down off that ledge."

"Why did she do that?" she asked with another light laugh.

"I know, right? Something about ‘abuse of power,’ and ‘she wouldn’t come visit me in jail,’ and I think she may have mentioned something about how he’s ‘still the kids’ father.’”

"She’d so visit you in jail," she replied, levity starting to work its way back in, especially at the image of her mother visiting him during visiting hours, a smile finally back on her face.

"That was her weakest argument," he agrees with a smile of his own.

"I mean. She wouldn’t be happy about it, but she’d be in anytime there would be visiting hours, and probably would wait outside when she couldn’t be in there with you." She let out a deep breath she didn’t know she was holding. "Thank you. I needed that."

"Humour? I got a whole set of dad jokes lined up. Do you want a pun or corny knock-knock joke first? I read a whole book in preparation on the way over.”

She laughed, full-heartedly at that for the first time in days. "Thank you for cheering me up, for supporting me, for always being here when I need you."

"Listen to me," he said, pulling back to she could look him in the eyes and see how much he meant it, "you are my girl. I meant what I said - no one hurts my girls and gets away with it. Not your mother, not you, not your sister, not my granddaughters. He hurt you. He will not be getting away with it. Not on my watch.

"I’m sorry I only have this short time to be here in person right now. It’s in moments like this that I wish my schedule was more my own, more normal, because if I could take the full week off and bunker down here with you and your mother, I would. But I am always one phone call or text message away, any time day or night, any country or time zone. Because I am here for you, always."

She smiled as she saw her mother enter the room, clearly feeling like she needed to join them. "Come on, maman," Laurence waved her over.

Brigitte settled on the other side of Laurence from her husband, making sure she was cocooned in their love. "We love you," Brigitte snuck a kiss to her forehead.

"I love you two, too."

Hellooooo fanfic Anon #2! ❤️

Oh my heart! No but seriously, If I thought it couldn’t get better and sweater than Sebastian’s story, you just completely proved me wrong. In all ways! 👏🏻

Even through the difficulty that it is to write stories about their kids, you just continue to do it and brilliantly! And I continue to repeat myself but I can’t get tired of saying it... love how hard you work on trying to stay true to the actual characters involved! Thank you, really appreciate it!

Hahaha Emmanuel threatening to send the army on him for hurting his girl, the conversation between Emmanuel and Laurence about Brigitte reasoning him on it and saying that her mum would visit him on jail made me laugh! But that kind of laugh with a very warm feeling in the heart 🤧🥰🥰

This means, there’s only one story of the kids left ☹️ hahaha I wanted more because it’s just so beautiful!

Thank you so much! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #fanfic anon 2