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daisydaisybilly · 6 months

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How about a request where Anthony is head over heels for the reader because of her motherly nature. First, he sees how she would play with Daphne’s son, and he just feels how great it’s like to be taken care of (like the reader would take care of him when he’s sick and help him with all the family duties) since all this time he took care of his siblings. The Bridgertons (and Simon) sees how in love Anthony is with the reader and they help with the proposal plan.

falling for ya | a.b

pairing: anthony bridgerton x gn!reader

warnings: none just fluff

word count: 1.2k

a/n: this has took me an embarrassing amount of time to get to but here it is! Anthony being an idiot in love

The season was over and you had been invited to the Bridgerton country home, Aubrey Hall. At this time in the year it was just the family and close friends. Eloise had invited her close friend, Penelope Featherington. Your invite had come from Benedict, you had met him at the Royal Academy of Art and became fast friends.

Of course you knew that his and your own families wished for an offer, your own mama was sure you’d come home with such news but it wouldn’t happen. He was a friend and nothing more. Besides, you were in love with his older brother.

Over the course of your friendship, you had also grown closer to the other Brigerton siblings, and their own children.

Small giggled laugher followed you, as you ran across the lawn, you turned seeing two small Bassett children running after you on small chubby legs, both holding small play swords. “You’ll never catch me” You declared, waving your own sword in the air.

The laughing increased, as they hit back.

You gave a cry of dismay and carried on running, over by the house, under the refreshment tent, the older siblings sat, the children were off begging Violet for something sweet.

“They’re quite good with them, don't you think?” Daphne asked the others, Simon gave an agreeable nod. Benedict and Colin were too busy in an argument over something unimportant, Eloise and Penelope were discussing the latest Lady Whistledown.

Anthony though was watching with alarming personal interest, he had never seen you in this light before, you were Benedict’s art friend. Always off with him painting or looking at paintings or discussing paintings.

Then he saw himself as a young boy, playing with his siblings when he carried the weight of everything on him. He had never blamed them for that, he loved his family with all his heart. But he couldn’t deny how he’d like to be taken care of for once.

For the first time, he longed to fall ill, nothing series of course, just a head cold or something like that. Where you would sit by his bedside, reading to him and holding a cold cloth to his head. Maybe you’d sit by his bed and draw.

Just this morning, very early in the morning, he had left the house to have a walk through the gardens and had found you sitting on the wet grass, in your dressing gown and slippers. Coloured pencil spread across the ground around you, on your lap the most beautiful sunrise he had ever seen.

Anthony felt a blush spread across his neck.

The day he had first met you, you had been a bundle of nerves. Meeting his family had been the easy part but the head of the household, meant moving up. He had made some comment or joke over dinner and you laughed and laughed.

And then there was that time, he had run into you in the park.

With a cousin, the second you spotted him you beelined for him, leaving your poor cousin to tail behind.

Then at the last ball of the season, his mother had made him dance with you, he believed your mother did the same to you. The whole dance you played a game where he and you would guess what the other couples were discussing and the way you smiled when you had made him laugh.

By god he loved you, he, Anthony Bridgerton, he who swore he’d never love, had fallen in love with you.

“I give in, I give in” you exhaled, dropping the sword, the children giggled, you picked up a glass of lemonade, “God they can run fast on those little legs”.

The others laughed, Simon seemed to straighten his back with pride, Daphne was looking at Anthony smirking. Someone at the house called your name, “Dear, a letter for you has just arrived”

“It will be from my mama” you roll your eyes, “Better hurry and write something back”. You left the group and thanked Violet.

The second you had entered the house, Daphne grabbed her brother so fast he jumped, “You’re in love with them, aren’t you! I knew it”.

Anthony blushed harder, failing to speak, Colin and Benedict looked uninterested. Then Anthony realised he was the last to know. Each one of his siblings knew and just didn’t care enough to tell him.

After afternoon tea you had found the most puzzling note, attached to your door. Asking you to meet someone in the gardens.

Across the grass was a blanket and two drawing pads, “Hello?” you called out. As you walked closer you found Anthony waiting, “Anthony?” you asked, kneeling to sit beside him, “What is this?”.

He smiled, handing you a pad and some pencils, “Let’s call it a private art lesson”.

“Why not ask your brother?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t tell him I said this but you’re the better artist”.

A warm feeling spread across your face and down your neck, you flipped open the pad, “Well draw something and we’ll see what needs work”.

You looked up from your drawing, Anthony was frowning, the pencil working hard, it was sweet you had to admit.

“No no its…..” you gave up, you think he tried to draw a flower, “It’s a start” you smiled.

“What did you draw?” he asked.

Damn

You hadn’t planned on showing him, you didn’t plan on showing everyone, but he was looking at you and waiting and it just felt rude not to. Slowly and feeling more heat all over, you turned the pad around.

“Is that me?” he asked.

You closed the pad hard, “It means nothing.. You were there and- I” you couldn’t find the right words and felt more flushed as you went on.

“It’s beautiful, you’re beautiful”

Your mouth dropped open.

“I know this may seem like it’s coming out of nowhere but I didn’t know how I felt until now. You see I have felt something for you ever since you laughed at my joke during the first dinner, and then today when I saw you playing with Daphens children it made me see things for how they really are”

Your mouth was still open, his words coming as a complete shock but not unwanted. He was everything you could want, he made you laugh, he talked with you with real interest not the half listening other men did, he was an amazing dancer and now this, trying to do something you loved.

His art was poor but still he had tried for this moment.

He said your name and you swore your heart skipped. “I- I did not mean to overstep”

“Anthony” you smiled.

He looked hopeful, “yes?”.

“I think I should be the one saying that” you said, unable to stop grinning.

“Yes?”.

“Yes!”

You leaped into his arms, he caught you right away.

Without a second thought you kissed him, falling deeper into love with him.

After the kiss and the ones that followed, you lay in his arms. “We’ll have to thank everyone, they helped set this up” Anthony said.

“Benedict will call himself cupid until the end of time” you laughed.

Anthony linked his hand with yours, “As long as I’m with you, I can face my brother”.

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eleanor-bradstreet · 10 months

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Take Me Instead (Anthony Bridgerton x Reader)

Anthony Bridgerton x gn!Reader Modern AU Rated/warnings: T - language, robbery, gun use, blood Word count: 3k

Summary: You and Anthony find yourselves in the middle of a bank robbery on an ill-fated day.

Author's Note: This is a belated birthday gift prompted by the fabulous and talented @broooookiecrisp and a game of prompt roulette that gave me: sad, Anthony, "take me instead". I hope you enjoy my dear 💙 Kudos also to @sorryallonsy who found the perfect header image!

This wasn’t supposed to happen. This was something you saw in movies, not something that happened in real life, and certainly not to you. When the doors to the bank were pulled shut by three men who then dropped to their knees and started opening their duffel bags, your immediate thought was that they must be maintenance workers of some kind. Then when the sound of a gunshot tore through the marble lobby you froze with panic, unable to react at all. But you didn’t need to because Anthony instantly wrapped himself around you and pulled you to the floor as other patrons started to scream.

“Stay down,” he urged, his voice the only steady thing within the chaos. Though he was curled over you, you could both look around to see what was happening. The men at the door had risen wearing ski masks and holding assault rifles. A fourth man, the source of the fired shot, held a pistol in the air at the teller window. There were ten or so people in the lobby, all of them instinctively cowering. All the staff of the bank seemed to have disappeared and you guessed were hidden in their own corners. Directly across from you a woman huddled under a counter clutching a boy who looked about nine years old. He was still but his eyes darted wildly.

At the shouted insistence from the four imposing men everyone fell into an ominous silence. You realized you were trembling with fear and adrenaline only when your husband squeezed you tighter. The warm weight of him against your back felt like the only thing keeping you from flailing with panic.

“It’s going to be alright,” he whispered into your hair, his voice tight. You gave some semblance of a nod. You needed to stay focused in the moment, to do what he told you, to think of a way out, to at least get descriptions of the criminals. But all your mind would do was berate you for ending up in this situation. What were the odds that you would be in this bank at this precise moment? You and Anthony had been downtown, due to meet his brother for lunch at the cafe across the street when you remembered you still had money in your bag from your recent trip abroad. You were just there for a quick exchange, likely the first time Anthony had ever set foot in a bank for a purpose other than closing a multimillion dollar transaction. But he had tagged along, playfully pawing at you while you waited in the queue. Then hell broke loose and now that chance errand may have rerouted the course of your lives. It lit a spark of anger within your fear.

“Where’s the manager?” barked the man at the window. Unlike his companions he wasn’t compelled to hide his face. Red-haired with a scarred and stubbled face and broad build, he seemed to be the leader.

Everyone stayed silent. No one moved.

He seethed as he surveyed everyone lying on the floor. Then in a few brisk steps he was hauling the little boy out of the woman’s arms as they both screamed. He brandished the gun to make her let go, then held the boy in front of him with the weapon angled to make his intentions clear. “Where’s the fucking manager?”

Before you could react, Anthony pulled away and started to rise to his feet, moving toward them. “Hey, hey! Let him go.”

“Shut the fuck up!” So focused on the scene in front of you, neither of you had noticed one of the other men moving up behind, but he suddenly appeared beside your husband, flipped his gun and cracked him in the jaw with the butt of it. You bit your tongue to keep from screaming as Anthony staggered and fell back to one knee. “Stay down!” The man struck him again on the shoulder so that Anthony pitched to the floor, lying perpendicular between you and the robbers, just out of your reach.

You watched him spit a patch of blood onto the marble then wipe the crimson from his split lip with a swipe of his thumb. Your brain was static, a roar of furious and terrified cries that you were just managing to keep at bay. He turned to you, his deep eyes reading yours and you knew he could tell. He gave the barest hint of a nod. Reassurance. Strength. Insistence. You needed to stay quiet. You treasured the fact that you were able to read each other’s thoughts through your eyes alone, but you could never imagine that facet of your love would prove so vital.

The leader chuckled then continued to wave his pistol threateningly toward the boy who had gone pale, looking desperately back at his mother. “I’m going to need someone to help us into the vault or else things are going to go poorly. Do you understand?”

Across from you the mother crouched, looking ready to pounce at a moment’s notice but emitting a stream of quiet whimpers. She never blinked as she watched her son.

Footsteps broke the horrible silence and all eyes turned to a small middle-aged woman who appeared in the doorway of a side office. She walked forward slowly, hands raised in the air and shaking, but she spoke clearly.

“I’m the manager. I’ll take you to the vault. What…what do you want?”

She halted feet away from the men and the leader lowered his gun but never let go of the child. “We want access to the deposit box for one Jack Featherington.”

Your blood ran cold. Featherington? You knew the family. Longtime neighbors and friends of the Bridgertons. But you didn’t know a Jack. The chances of multiple unrelated Featherington families seemed slim. Who was he and what could he have that they wanted?

“You can’t…you can’t open it without his key. That’s how it’s designed.” The manager explained, tremulous.

The leader smirked. “Oh, we are well aware of that. Jackie boy has been evading us and we need some leverage to rat him out.”

Just then the wail of sirens could be heard narrowing in around the building and you felt a fraction of relief. Someone had managed to ring a silent alarm, or make a call, or someone outside had heard the commotion. Help was just beyond the doors.

“Right on schedule.” The leader smiled, dragging the boy to walk with him as he moved to the center of the lobby, explaining his plans with all the fanfare of a carnival barker. “Alright ladies and gents, here’s the good news. We aren’t interested in hurting anyone.” You heard Anthony snicker as he licked his lip. “We’re going to let you go.” A low murmur of surprise rippled across the floor. “All you need to do is tell all the news cameras and the good officers of the law outside that we need their help finding the lying Lord Jack Featherington and his keyring. Understood?”

You were breathing fast, trying to process what he said. You would be let go. This was just a spectacle, a bargaining chip in some grander criminal scheme. You weren’t targets, you were useful collateral. Maybe you could even help the police by contacting the Featheringtons. It would be over soon.

The leader moved back to the manager. “Okay, you’re staying to let us in and…” He paused, thinking as he looked across the lobby once more. “Well, we need an insurance policy so I think you’ll stay too.” He wrapped an arm around the boy’s neck, grabbed the manager with his other hand and began to pull them both toward the back hall. For the first time the boy screamed, kicking his feet as he struggled against his captor. His mother wailed.

“Let the boy go!” Anthony roared, rising to his knees.

The second man snapped to face him. “What did I tell you?” You barely saw the slight tilt of his weapon, barely heard the high pitched pop, but then Anthony fell back clutching his side and your lungs knew before your brain did that he had been shot. You screamed and the sentiment was echoed by the other hostages. As you crawled to your husband’s side you were deaf to the fact that the leader was shouting furiously at his colleague. All you could see was the stunned look on Anthony’s face as he sat up and pressed a hand just above his left hip, bringing it away bloody.

Your heart beat double time, every sense heightened as you took his hand in yours and saw the light reflecting off the wet smear on his palm the same way it glinted off your wedding rings. You sat next to him, hands roving aimlessly, clueless as to what you should do. “Oh my god, Anthony… no…”

“It’s alright,” he said quietly. “It just grazed me, I’ll be alright.” He tried to flash you a winning smile but you saw the grimace underneath it. You weren’t a doctor but judging by how fast the dark stain was spreading across his shirt, you knew he was lying about being grazed.

Seeing him wounded somehow organized the panic in your brain. You were still frantic but you were going to make a plan. You were going to get him out alive. “We have to leave,” you whispered urgently. “They’ll let us go. We have to get you to a hospital. I won’t let you die…”

His brows darted up with concern and he leveled his eyes on you. “Hey, hey, look at me. I’m not going to die. We’re going to get out of this and it will be the maddest story we ever tell. You understand?”

You saw how the love still overcame the pain in his features and hot tears started to mount in your eyes. You would find a way out together. Of course you would. You nodded, chin trembling.

The felons seemed to resolve their spat and the leader turned back to address the room again. “Now that we’ve got that settled, you lot stay down. We’re headed to the vault and taking these two with us. They get released when we get Featherington’s keys. You tell them that, yeah?” Once again he started to drag the manager and the boy down the hall.

“Stop!” Anthony shouted, pressing a hand tight to his wound.

The man who had shot him rounded on him for the final time, growling. “You motherf…”

“Take me instead.”

His words hung in the air for a moment. So simple. Spoken so calmly. Everything within you sank. “Anthony, what?! No…” You whispered frantically, gripping his arm.

“Oh, fuck off.” the man scoffed, moving to tower over you both with the gleaming metal of his weapon hanging inches above your head.

Anthony looked up at him with steely resolve, undaunted. “Take me. I’m worth more than every other person in this building combined.” His eyes flicked to the side then he added quietly, “No offense.”

The thug snorted. “What are you, Duke of Sussex?”

“Viscount. And I run a company. A large company. Look.” Hissing in pain as he moved, he reached into his blazer and produced his card, handing it up with bloodied fingers.

At the back of the room the leader had paused, watching curiously. “What’s it say?”

“Anthony Bridgerton. CEO, Bridgerton House Enterprises.”

The way the leader’s eyebrows raised, you knew he recognized the family name and the pit of dread burrowed deeper into your stomach. “Fucking hell, looks like we bagged a silver tuna.” A smile broke out across his face to rival a cheshire cat.

Now Anthony was removing his watch, gasping as he struggled with even the smallest movements. He held it out to his attacker, further incentive to accept his offer. It was his Omega De Ville, an obscene six-figure wedding gift from his friend Simon. “Here, take this,” he rasped. “You could buy a bloody house with that. Take me and let everyone else go safely.”

“No!” You pleaded aloud, holding tight to his arm. You didn’t care anymore if you upset the man floating a rifle over you both. You’d rather be killed or dragged away with your husband than have him do this. Even though you knew he was right. Even though you knew he was doing this to save an innocent child, to save you, to save everyone. Your heart wouldn’t accept it.

“Yes.” Anthony affirmed, not even looking back at you. He still addressed the criminals. “I won’t struggle. I can’t struggle now that you’ve fucking shot me. And if you wanted national attention… Taking me will get you global. All the bargaining power you could ask for. Whatever you’re getting out of Featherington, you could double it with the ransom my company will pay.” He was using that tone, that suave confidence that wooed all his business partners and had wooed you. You of all people knew how irresistible it was. You loved and hated him equally in that moment.

The gunman stared, dumbstruck. He turned the watch over in his hand, seemingly impressed, then called over his shoulder. “Boss?”

It didn’t matter how many prayers raced silently through your heart, you already knew how this was going to play out.

“Grab him.”

You sprang forward, flinging your arms around him and finally allowing yourself to weep. “Anthony…no…” He had only been yours for a year. One year as your husband. One year of a life he filled with bliss. It was not enough. You couldn’t let it end now, and not in this way. You would offer yourself in his place except no one had the leverage he did and that was precisely why he was doing this.

He pulled back and brought a hand to your cheek. You could feel the warmth of his blood streaking your skin. “I will see you again, do you understand?” His voice was low and you could hear the slightest tremor in it, a fear he would expose only to you. “This is just temporary. The police know what to do and we’ll both be alright.”

“I can’t leave you,” you insisted, tears running down your face. But you knew you were overruled so you tried to memorize everything about him in that moment. The precise shade of his brown eyes, the callused tips of his fingers as they brushed your skin, the warmth of his breath, the flecks of grey in his beard. An enduring memory that would be replaced when you held him again.

“Stay with my family,” he choked. “I will see you again. I love you.”

“Alright, alright…” The robber rolled his eyes then clapped a hand on Anthony’s shoulder, gripping into his clothes and starting to drag him back toward the leader. He gasped and fumbled to stand as he was pulled along but always ended up falling back, clutching at his side. The red-headed man shoved the boy toward his mother who threw herself around him and sobbed. It was as if the ability to cry was predicated on having your loved one in your arms because as soon as Anthony left your grasp you went silent, keeping your eyes on him as steadfastly as his were on you. The leader seemed pleased with the trade off and ushered the quivering bank manager to walk in front of him down the hall, keeping his gun pointed at her back while his cohort dragged Anthony at the rear. A parade of fear headed toward an uncertain end.

They rounded a corner and were out of sight, leaving a trail of blood behind them. You were frozen, blank, your body refusing to leave even though your mind knew you should. But once again someone came to your aid. The mother, one arm locked around her son, wrapped the other around you and dragged you to your feet. You knew she was whispering gratitude and reassurances but you had fallen deaf. The remaining two men with guns herded your band of hostages out the front doors and quickly locked them behind you. You vaguely registered the crowd gathered around the building - a police barricade, ambulances, news vans, a sea of onlookers. After stumbling down the steps with the woman and her son you were swarmed by people in uniform. Someone draped a blanket over your shoulders while an EMT began wiping the blood from your hands and face.

“It’s not my blood,” you insisted, finding your voice again as your senses slowly returned. “They shot him. They shot my husband.” You grabbed the nearest police officer and turned them to face you. “Please, he’s in there now. You have to help him! At the very least ask if you can send in medical help. He’s bleeding and…”

Then you heard someone shouting your name. Frantically, repeatedly, growing closer. You spun to see a man struggling and held back by a pair of officers. Benedict. He had been waiting for you both across the street and had no doubt seen the chaos erupt. You ran to them, hastily explaining he was your brother-in-law. The officers relented and you rushed into his arms, the two of you clinging together so tightly it was hard to breathe. He felt like an anchor to your sanity, a reminder that not everything in the world had gone unrecognizably sideways. Anthony’s words echoed in your mind, “stay with my family”, and you knew it was the only way you would have the strength to face this trial - together.

You leaned against Benedict as officers and EMTs circled you, taking your story, bombarding you with questions and confirming the details over and over. They promised they would get Anthony back. They promised he would be alright. They promised they would work to end this soon. But their promises held little weight next to the one that would haunt your every moment until it was fulfilled. If Anthony had promised you would see each other again, you were going to hold him to his word. He had kept every promise he had ever made to you. All you could do was trust he would keep this one too.

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auroracalisto · 1 year

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stupid for you

modern!eloise bridgerton x gn!reader, 1.3k words tw: cuss words. a/n: this is a college au!! title is from the song by Waterparks. it came on while i was writing this so,,, felt like it fit. reader and eloise are stupid for each other and we love them for it

There was just something about that girl in your feminist literature class that you couldn't quite get enough of.

The lilt of her voice as her excitement gets the better of her when she speaks to the teacher, the way each and every thought of hers bodes well and earns each student a new way of looking at the passage. The feminism in her was strong, and her adoration for literature was even stronger.

She was exactly what you wanted to be in life—talented, educated, and outspoken. Effortlessly beautiful, effortlessly incredible.

Or maybe, she's just the person that you really wanted.

To be with. To wake up to after a late night together. To drink iced matcha lattes and eat overpriced bagels while talking about your lives.

Every Tuesday and Thursday, as three o'clock rolled around, you found yourself waiting for the moment you could hear her voice. See her beautiful face. And you hadn't even learned anything about her other than her name—not to mention her gall, but that’s not important.

What’s important is the fact that you hadn't even talked to her. You hadn't asked her for notes or asked for her help with your many essays for the class (even when you knew you truly could have used it). You couldn't tell if you really did like her or if you didn't want much to do with her. After all, if you really did like her, you would have said something.

Maybe.

Maybe you would have.

God, you don't know if you would have.

Just the thought of seeing her sweet face made your cheeks burn and your palms grow sweaty.

You were down bad, but you hadn't a clue as to how you were going to tell her.

Every Tuesday and Thursday, as three o'clock rolled around, Eloise Bridgerton found herself more and more excited to be in the same room as someone as profound as yourself.

She had never been one for superficial things such as someone's appearance, but my god, did she think you were beautiful. She had never liked someone as much as she liked you, and she hardly knew anything besides your name.

Her mother had told her to go for it—ask you on a date. Because after all, the semester would be up in a matter of weeks. You would no longer have classes together unless the Universe decided that's exactly what you would need.

Her elder sister told her she was being silly, and if she really did like you, she just needed to say something. After all, despite the apparent shyness Eloise had at times, she quite truly was an outspoken woman. She could do anything she put her mind to.

But the more she thought about it, the more she became nervous.

Did she need to even tell you?

You probably had a partner. Someone like you surely would.

Right?

Right.

She was down bad for you, and she hadn't a clue as to how she was going to tell you.

But maybe the Universe knew exactly what to do.

Class had been cancelled that Thursday.

Your professor had sent out an email earlier that morning, so you had been running around, getting things done. But it seemed as if things only multiplied as soon as you finished something else.

You found yourself standing in line for a coffee at the campus Starbucks, needing whatever energy it would give you. Or maybe you would get a tea. Hell, you didn't know. This week had beat your ass, and really, you didn't care what you ended up getting.

You told the barista—the guy who sat behind you in your psychology class—what you wanted, and it only took a few minutes to make your drink. After, you made your way over to sit in a booth, tossing your backpack to the side.

Did you even want to do your work?

You had so much you needed to do before the semester was up. You were up to your eyes in Google documents and peer-reviewed journals flooded your tabs—you counted 19 just the night before, out of curiosity.

As you internally debated yourself, you spotted Eloise in the corner of your eye.

She was with her friend, Penelope, and someone else you recognized from your feminist literature class—but you hadn't bothered to remember his name. He never really spoke much. Maybe it was Timothy? Thomas? Something with a 't.'

Penelope scanned the room with joy-filled eyes, a smile growing on her lips as she moved to nudge her friend's arm. You couldn't make out what she was saying, the noise of the student center not helping the fact you couldn't read her lips.

Eloise rolls her eyes, looking back at Penelope.

Thomas—Timothy?—gently pushes Eloise forward, saying something about getting a table.

And then the two left Eloise standing there, alone.

The woman fiddled with the straps of her backpack before she finally looked over at you, her shoulders relaxing almost instantaenously.

She began to smile.

Wait.

Was she smiling at you?

No. No, she wasn't. She couldn't—oh hell, she was walking your way.

Shit, shit, shit, ran through your mind as you sat up straighter, eyes growing wide.

Eloise stopped in front of your table, lips parted in a soft smile. Her hand gripped tighter onto the straps of her yellow backpack, knuckles faintly turning white as she stood just a few feet away from you.

"Hi," she softly said, her voice just as sweet as you remembered.

"Hi."

Shit, say something else!

"You—we have lit together, yeah?" she began, anxiety getting the best of her. Of course, you had lit together! That's how she even knew you to begin with. Eloise silently berated herself, her breath hitched in the back of her throat as she watched you.

"Yeah.. yeah, we do." you paused, looking towards the seat across from you. "You, uh, do you want to sit down? I'm alone and it's not like I'm waiting for anyone, so… I mean, if you want to go to your friends, go ahead, please don’t think I’m gonna make you—"

The smile on her face made you pause.

"I would love to," she said, sitting down across from you. She stuck her bag beside of her, looking over at you from where she now sat.

Your cheeks flushed, a steady burn reminding you just how real this was. It wasn't a dream. She really was right in front of you.

"I'm… sorry for not talking to you, sooner. I always love hearing you speak in class, and I suppose I've just… chickened out every time I've tried to speak with you," Eloise said.

You blinked slowly. "Every time?"

"Yes," Eloise said with a soft laugh. "You think I’d be better at this sort of thing, I know, but you are just… amazing, as far as I can tell. I didn't want to mess anything up. And I tend to do that often, so I just… wanted to be sure."

And with that, her cheeks begin to burn. Panic settled within her and she folded her hands in front of herself, averting her gaze.

"Uh, I mean—"

"—honestly, it's the same for me," you interrupted, unable to hide your smile. "I've been meaning to talk to you ever since the semester started."

She looked up at you with wide eyes. Slowly, her smile returned.

"Well, then. I’m so glad to finally meet you," she said. “Perhaps… perhaps we could plan to hang out sometime soon? Not on campus. Get away from it all for a little bit.”

“Really?” you countered, tilting your head with a smile. “I would love that.”

Eloise only smiled more, and in the corner of her eye, she saw her friends give her equally big smiles and thumbs up. She bit the inside of her cheek, eyes falling back on yours as the prospect of getting to know you better became apparent.

She couldn’t wait to tell Daphne.

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mxrcjqckspnchqsc · 11 months

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Hiii! If you're accepting requests for prince Friedrich (bridgerton), could I get a Friedrich and reader fic where theyre royalty too and frenemies? And they end up at the same ball and have to dance tgt (obv)? The next day lady whistledown and the ton out there shipping the two so they have to keep up appearances and promenade together all the time? Eventually fall in love!! (+ points if they childishly argue through the whole dance) thanksss💕

Is It Love Or Hate?

Summary: Read request above!

Prince Friederich x gn!reader

Genre: Fluffiest of fluff, (It's also the only thing I can write about but moving on)

Warnings: Romantic themes, strong language(not really just good old british slang that I love very much), and It is a gender neutral reader, y/n(aka you or just plain old y/n) is a princess and wears a dress in this one-shot!!

A/N: Omg omg omg this is my first request, this is so exciting! This request is so cute, I hope you like it! Also I'm sorry for some of the writing is in third person, I just don't really like first person. And I'm sorry this took too long, I'm quite busy with stuff(school) atm. And now because of this request, I wanna make a prince Friederich fanfic lol but I hope you guys enjoy this one-shot!!(Also this isn't proofread so if there are any errors do tell me!)

Y/n groaned at the thought, they were going to yet again another ball, y/n loved being a royal and all but that meant they had the possibility of seeing him, Prince Friederich, Y/n had mixed feelings about him, they would love him and then the next minute, they hate him. As I finally laid down on the couch, my mother busted in, causing them to jump up.

"Mother, what is it? Why must you rush in here as if I did something wrong?!?" I asked.

"Oh no dear, it's just your dress is finally done! You just have to wear it for tonight's ball." Y/m/n explained as she gave you the dress. "Doesn't the color look nice?"

I had to agreed, the colors on the dress were absolutely stunning, y/f/c always looked good on them, always.

"Well I must agree, the dress does look nice." I agreed.

"Perhaps you might even find the one," Y/m/n teased.

"You said that as the last fifty balls," I exaggerated. "It seems people only see me for my looks Mother, nothing more, I told you many times that I wanted to marry for love."

"Then find someone you love, my dear. You know I will always support you." Y/m/n smiled at you and left moments after.

Y/n changed into the dress and was suprised on how the dress complimented her very well.

"Are you ready to go-?" Y/m/n asked as she busted in the room but stopped once she saw y/n. "My dear, you look beautiful."

"Yes mother I am ready to go," I placed the tiara on her head. "Thank you but we must not make haste," I reminded.

"Oh yes yes!" Y/m/n exclaimed. "We shall go to the carriage at once." Y/m/n announced.

Y/m/n linked her arm with Y/n and they left and headed to the ball, moments later, they had arrived.

"I'll be on the lookout for potential suitors, and you Y/n shall be the princess you are and dance with two men tonight." Y/m/n said.

"One," I corrected.

Y/m/n sighed knowing that Y/n wouldn't listen to her. "Fine, you must dance with one man tonight."

"Good, Ah I think I see the Duchess of Hastings right there. I'll leave you be mother!" I called out.

Before Y/n could make her way to Daphne, she was stopped by the one of the many men she didn't want to see tonight.

"You highness, Princess Y/n," Lord Gray bowed down infront of her. "May I have your first dance?" He asked, holding out his hand.

Y/n was about to tell him off when someone did it for her and she didn't have to turn around to know who it was.

"Actually, the Princess had already offered her first dance on her dance card with me." Prince Friederich explained.

"Oh, I see," Lord Gray seemed to buy the lie and walked away.

"Shall we?" Friederich held his hand out.

Y/n only glared at him before taking his hand, the two royals made their way to the dance floor.

"Now look at what you did," I whispered. "I only wanted to dance with one man tonight and now you're fulfilling my mother's wishes and I'm going to dance with two."

Prince Friederich only snickered in response.

"Well I apologize for doing that but it seemed like you didn't want to dance with him." Friederich stated the obvious.

"Yeah well I didn't want to dance with you either and here we are." I smiled sarcastically.

"You can blame my aunt on that, she actually insisted I'd dance with you first tonight." He replied.

Prince Friederich dipped you and pulled you close, making you gasp, he noticed this and backed away. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" I asked confused.

"For making you uncomfortable," He answered rather quickly.

"If anything, you actually made me feel more safe from the viscount, I can see him glaring at us" I laughed and smiled at him, causing him to smiled back as he pulled you in close again.

...

"Y/n, Oh Miss Y/n! Wake up! Your highness, it is urgent!" Evelyn, one of the lovely servants shook you awake.

"I'm up," I mumbled, not fully awake.

"Lady Whistledown wrote about you and the Prince from the dance, you must read!" Evelyn exclaimed.

"Can I atleast get out of my bed first?" I asked, Evelyn nodded excitingly before leaving.

Y/n got up and ready and finally headed down the stairs where they was greeted by not only Evelyn but their mother as well.

"So Lady Whistledown wrote about me in her paper?" I asked.

Y/m/n nodded happily and gave you the paper. When you were shocked, Lady Whistledown wrote about the two of you dancing and how you two would make quite a lovely couple but before you could read anymore, you got called upon by Prince Friederich, he seemed to have read the latest issue quickly this morning.

"Your highness," Evelyn bowed down at him before he stopped her.

"Oh please, just call me Friederich, is Y/n awake yet? I hope I didn't wake her, I just wanted to have a little chat." Friederich smiled.

"And does your little chat include those lovely y/f/fs?" I asked.

I made my way to him and Evelyn, who now exited the room once she took notice of my appearance.

"Oh these," Friederich looked at them as well. "I didn't send them, maybe Lord Gray no Gary sent them." He teased.

Due to his teasing, I snorted and I quickly covered my mouth in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I normally never do that."

"It's fine, it was quite adorable if I were to be honest." Friederich smiled.

I blushed at his words and smiled softly but quickly changed my expression as I still had no idea what he was doing here so I asked. "Well if you will allow me to Prince-"

"Friederich," He cut you off.

"...Friederich, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"I was just going to ask if well considering what Whistledown wrote about us, maybe she should write about us even more if you give me the opportunity to court you and take to on a promenade?" He asked.

My eyes widened at his words, he wanted to court me out of all people but I realized that maybe this was just his aunt's doing.

"Are you sure that you want to court me and this isn't your aunt's doing because if it is then I'm gonna have to-" I was cut off again.

"No!" He exclaimed before clearing his throat. "My apologies, I did this on my own. My aunt has no idea I am even here." He chuckled.

"Oh, then yes, I would be delighted to be courted by the only prince I seem to know." I laughed.

...

Y/n and Friederich have been courting for quite awhile now, making this their fifth time going on a promenade, Y/n had developed feelings for him and was wondering just as everyone else was thinking once they saw the latest issue "When will he propose?"

"This is the fifth time we're out to promenade, can we please go somewhere else Friederich?" I asked in a hushed whisper. "The sun is practically setting!"

"Please Y/n, just called me Freddie and to answer your question, we can't go somewhere alone, you know that but perhaps a boat ride would be nice."

"Or hunting or we can pretend to get lost in a flower field?" I suggested.

"A flower field would be nice, hm there is one there," He held up his arm. "Shall we go?"

"We shall," I smiled. "Mother, we'll be right back. We're going to pick some flowers from the field!"

"Okay, stay safe!" Y/m/n exclaimed.

But Y/m/n was distracted with Lady Danbury that she didn't even notice that the two royals weren't going to the flower field but instead the woods.

"Ah the woods, why did you take us here Freddie," I asked.

Friederich blushed at the nickname even though he suggested it but brushed it off.

"I wanted to look at the nature, nature is quite interesting. I mean just look at that bird!" He exclaimed in a hushed whisper.

"That bird does look quite fascinating." I comments, making him smile wide.

"I never saw those in Prussia so they are new to me," Friederich revealed.

"Well maybe if you stay here a little longer then maybe you'll see more," I smiled at him.

"Yeah maybe," Friederich smiled.

I took my eyes off him and laid down to look at the sunset, He laid down beside me.

"It's quite beautiful isn't it?" I asked, referring to the setting sun.

"Yeah, it's breathtaking." He whispered, still staring at me.

I looked back at him when he was indeed already staring, he didn't take one look at the sunset and kept his eyes on me. I blushed and tried to look away when his hand caressed my face and leaned in, he kissed me and I kissed back. When we broke apart, he sat up, I repeated the action and we kissed again, he mumbled something in the kiss that I couldn't decipher..

"Freddie, what did you say?" I asked, my hand resting softly on his cheek.

"I wish to marry you Y/n, I'm in love with you." He confessed.

"The night of the ball when we danced, I lied to you, my aunt didn't say anything about you at all, I chose to dance with you that night because not only are you breath taking, you are the only person that I love competing with and poking fun at with, you're the only person who knows the real me and I love for that, I love that you let me in and that you trust me and you share all your conspiracies about who Whistledown is, you're the person I want to spend the rest of my life with, kids or no kids, in London or in Prussia. I want you just the way you are because I'm smitten and I love you oh so much. And I completely understand if you don't desire me the same but I couldn't keep it in any longer and I-" Friederich was cut off by you kissing him again, more passionate this time.

When you pulled away, you spoke. "I love you too, I would say that I want you but that's a lie, I need you and I just can't possibly see my life without you in it. Without you, I could probably be married to Lord Gray and I know we are both happy that isn't the reality," We both chuckled before I continued. "Freddie, just know this. No matter where we are or who we're with, I will always be looking at him and with you because you are now my husband to be, and I wish to be your wife forever." I confessed.

I rested my head on his chest and I heard his heartbeat making me calm, I closed my eyes and hugged him, he hugged me back.

"Your wish has been granted, my love." Prince Friederich kissed the top of my head.

#bridgerton imagine #prince friedrich x reader #bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #x gn reader

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mads198-9 · 12 hours

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Benedict Bridgerton Angry/Sad Love Confession Because I CAN

I don’t know if I believe in a man of a higher power but…

I believe in you

I believe my skin when it crawls to you

My mouth, only capable of calling to you

My heart when it pushes past my chest to find you

And I believe my head, when it says that you could be my undoing, and I’d let you, irrefutably, with glee

And I have never been more vincible

And I hate it

But

I love you

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mordredisacoolname · 2 months

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BRIDGERTON MASTERLIST

Guide: (M)- male reader, (GN)- gn reader, 🔥- N/SFW, P- male bodied reader, V- female bodied reader, O- both readers, (if none of it means it's not mentioned)

MULTIPLE

Falling in love with a male reader (Anthony, Benedict, Colin) (M)

#male reader #male reader insert #x male reader #gn reader #bridgerton #anthony bridgerton x reader #Benedict bridgerton x reader #colin bridgerton x reader

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make-me-imagine · 1 year

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Hearts Divided: Chapter Eight - Secrets Unraveled

Chapter Description: After one last secret meeting with Benedict, Y/n learns of the information he discovered about Edmund's discovery. With one last attempt at saving their future, Y/n finally discovers their father's long hidden secret.

Chapter Seven: 'Fate Unknown' Chapter Nine (Final): Coming Soon

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x GN!Reader

Warnings: Nothing really, except one kiss

Words: 2.3k

With your note clenched tightly in his hand, Benedict marched down the corridors of his family's home. His chest burned with a determination he had never felt before. Bursting into Anthony's office, he stared his brother down.

Anthony jumped slightly at the sudden intrusion. His annoyance died when he saw the look on Benedict's face. "What is it brother?" He asked with concern.

"I need your help." Benedict began as he approached "Where are father's old journals?"

Anthony frowned, confused. "Uhm, I'm not sure, why do you need them?"

Benedict set your letter on the table "Y/n. Sir L/n, let it slip that father found something out about Sir L/n, which lead to their fallout. You know father, he wrote everything down. Perhaps it is in one of his journals."

Anthony let out a sigh "You know mother packed them away in her grief."

"But do you know where they are?"

"He does not."

Benedict turned at the sound of his mothers voice. She stared at him from the doorway with a pensive look.

"I could not bring myself to read Edmund's journals after he died. But if there is something in those journals that could save Y/n from this fate, I will."

Benedict marched up to her, placing his hands on hers "Thank you mother."

She smiled softly. "Of course darling. And, there is something else you must know."

"What is it?"

"I just heard word, that the L/n's are to be at the ball tonight." Benedict's chest tightened. "Y/n is to be there, I believe with Sir Colton."

Benedict shook his head with a sigh "We're running out of time."

She gripped his hand "Then we must hurry. Come." Turning to leave, Benedict spared a look at Anthony before he followed her, his chest tight with anxiety and hope.

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"I didn't realize there were so many." Benedict groaned as he flipped through the seventh journal.

Violet sighed "Yes, your father certainly did enjoy the written word."

Benedict looked at the nearby clock, the ball was growing closer and closer, and they had yet to find anything. Just as he had begun to grow desperate, Violet stood up.

"Here, here! This was from the year the L/n's left London."

Benedict, quickly joining her, flipped through the journal, his eyes scanning every date.

"There, this was written three days before Sir L/N and your fathers fight." Violet said as she pointed at a single entry.

'I discovered something rather alarming. I must discuss this with Charles. I cannot believe he would risk his reputation and family on this. I must believe this information is wrong.'

"What does this say?" Benedict asked as he ran his finger over a marked out passage, unable to make it out.

Violet brought the journal to the light as she squinted, trying desperately to read it "War- Warwick- something."

"Warwickshire?" Benedict asked.

"Perhaps. There's something else, a name I think. 'Barlowe'." Violet looked up as she thought for a moment. "There was a family, rather wealthy and high up in the Queen's favor by the name of Barlowe I believe. They left London a few years after the L/n's"

Benedict met her eyes as he nodded his head "It must have something to do with them then. Maybe he scammed them out of money or something?"

Violet let out a soft breath "Maybe. I wish I could reach the rest, but it's illegible."

As the clock chimed, Benedict frowned "I hope it's enough, maybe Y/n will be able to find out more. I must find a way to get Y/n alone tonight."

Violet nodded as she clutched the journal tightly "We'll find a way darling. But you must be careful, you could very easily make the situation worse, you must not get caught."

Your heart was hammering violently in your chest as your carriage stopped at the entrance. You knew your father was using this ball as an occasion for you and Sir Colton to be seen in public together. But you had every intention of finding a way to speak with Benedict.

It would be very hard for you to get a moment alone, especially after the warnings your father gave you to stay away from the Bridgerton's. His eyes would be on you most, if not all of the night. But you were determined.

As Sir Colton escorted you into the ball, you kept your face blank having no intention of showing joy in Sir Colton's company. The whispers started soon after your arrival, much to your fathers annoyance. No one believed your courting with Sir Colton was your choice, and you wanted it to stay that way.

Your eyes scanned the room, pausing on Eloise, and then Collin, and finally Anthony and Benedict. When yours and Benedict's eyes locked, you felt your chest swell with various emotion.

Previously, you had been convinced that you might never set eyes on Benedict again. Now, as you did, he was so close, yet so far away. With your arm linked through that of another's to whom you were promised against our own will, you felt as though you could break down into tears.

His eyes were filled with various emotion, jealousy, anger, longing, love, and determination that had been sparked in both of you.

The slight nod of is head told you he knew something. Perhaps something that could unravel the mystery of your families all-out, something that could save you.

Forcing yourself to look away from him before your father noticed, you swallowed the lump in your throat. Your mind was racing with excuses you could use to slip away for a moment. Your moment did not come until an hour into the ball, when both your father and Sir Colton were cornered by various associates. Once they started to animatedly talk about business, you knew you had found your moment.

Telling your mother you needed to use the rest-room, you slipped away. Your eyes locked onto Benedict's, and you saw the realization in his eyes as you exited the ballroom.

Patting his brother's arm, Anthony nodded, and watched your father and Sir Colton closely as Benedict slipped out, smiling and nodding to those around him, as to not seem suspicious.

Slipping into a dark room down the hall, you listened closely at the door for Benedict's footsteps.

As they grew closer, you softly knocked on the door to alert him of your location. As the door opened and he slipped in, there was only a brief moment when your eyes met before he pulled you into his arms.

Pulling away from you, he placed his hands on either side of your face before he pulled you into a deep and meaningful kiss. Your chest filled with joy and grief as you feared this would be that last time you shared any moment of intimacy with Benedict.

"God I missed you." He whispered as you pull away from each other.

You gently caressed his face and smiled, a sad smile that told him you felt the same.

Hearing the sound of excited conversation nearby, Benedict was reminded of your situation.

Reaching down, he grabbed your hand and lead you further into the room "I discovered something in my fathers old journals in regards to what happened with your father."

You felt your heat jolt at this "What was it?"

You watched as he pulled a journal from his breast-coat pocket. Flipping through the pages, he handed it to you. Reading over the passage and looking closely at the crossed out words you frowned.

"We believe it says Warwickshire and Barlowe. Mother says there was a family called Barlowe in London at the time."

"Yes, I remember that name. My father would often leave on business trips with a Barlowe."

"Do you think you could find out more?"

You shook your head with uncertainty "My father has journals as well, but they are no longer here in London. I do not know if there would be anything in his current journals in his study here, but if there is even a slight chance there is something, I must look for it."

"What if he catches you?"

You let out a soft and scornful laugh "What else could he do to me?"

Benedict closed his eyes with a sigh as he gently held your hand close to his chest. "I meant what I said in my letter. If we cannot find a way to break this agreement, I will run away with you if you want. Anywhere you want to go."

You smiled sadly at him, reaching up you cupped his face "Do you think I would let you do that to yourself and your family?"

He smiled sadly and shook his head, opening his mouth, he was unable to speak as you heard your fathers voice calling your name in the hall. You and Benedict stared at each other in alarm.

Giving him back the journal and pushing him towards a closet, you ushered him to hide as you ran to the window.

A moment later the door opened and your father entered. His eyes scanned the room before they landed on you as you stood at the window, face blank of emotion.

"I'm sorry father, I just wished to have a moment alone." You said casually as you walked through the room towards him.

Your father eyed you suspiciously before he took your elbow in his hand and lead you from the room "Sir Colton wishes to dance."

You felt your stomach twist as you left the room, you refused to spare a single glance back towards where Benedict hid, as your heart ached in your chest.

You listened closely as the house remained quiet as you made your way towards your fathers study.

You had managed to convince your father to let you leave early, when he and Sir Colton joined the other male company for drinks and card games for the rest of the night.

You hated that you did not get to say goodbye to Benedict. Only able to spare a parting look to him and his family as you left the ball.

But you needed this chance to search for something, anything on the Barlowe family of what happened in Warwickshire. You would look for his accounting books, through his journals and letters.

Closing his study door behind you, you quickly got to work. You searched through the drawers, flipped through his journals, his accounting books, but found nothing.

After what felt like forever, you sat in his chair, placing your head in your hands, as your eyes grew wet with tears. Doubt and disappointment reigned over you.

Jumping at the sound of your fathers study door opening, you looked up with alarm. Seeing your mother standing in the doorway, you froze, remaining silent.

After a moment she spoke "I thought it odd you wished to leave so early without a chance to see Benedict. I decided to return early as well to check on you." Her voice was calm, yet held something uncertain behind it.

You cleared your throat lightly "I no longer wanted to be flounced around with Sir Colton like a prize won at auction."

You mother adjusted herself in discomfort before she closed the door behind her. "What are you doing in here?"

Remaining silent for a moment, you felt your chest tightening with anxiety. If anyone could help you find anything on the Barlowe's, it would be her. But you feared she would betray you to your father again.

Finally, after a moment, you spoke slowly uncertain "I found something out. About what may have happened between father and Sir Bridgerton. I wanted to see if I could find anything in here to confirm it."

She watched you for a moment before stepping further in. "What was it you discovered?" You could hear the restraint in her voice, she too had been wanting to know what happened for years.

"It had to do with the Barlowe family, and something about Warwickshire."

You saw your mother's eyes widen slightly at the mention of the Barlow name. Turning away from you she stared down at her feet as she paced a little.

"Mother?" You asked after a moment.

Looking back at you she let out a soft sigh. "I remember the Barlowe's. William Barlowe was a business partner of your fathers. And his wife, Marianne, beautiful woman. Her and your father had been friends since they were children."

You frowned at the tone of her voice. Watching as your mother let out a frustrated sigh before she made her way towards the desk.

"All this time I wondered if it was true."

"If what was true?" You asked as anticipation grew.

Your mother reached into a drawer, before fiddling around. After a moment she pulled out a single key that had been taped to the roof of the drawer.

"But I refused to acknowledge it, for fear of ruining our family." Watching as she walked over to your fathers safe, you rose, watching her unlock it.

As she rifled through it, she pulled out a bundle of letters. She met your eyes as her voice grew softer. "You do not deserve the fate your father is trying to force on you."

You locked eyes with her for a moment, and for the first time in a long time, you saw a familiar motherly gaze staring back at you.

As she pulled out a letter and began to open it, you moved to her side and read over her shoulders.

Reading through the letter, and then another, and another, much became clear quickly.

Surprise, alarm, and hope rose through you as you finally understood what Sir Bridgerton had learned all those years ago. You finally understood what it was your father was so afraid of the world finding out.

xx End xx

Cliff-hanger!~ The final chapter will reveal all, and will hopefully be out soon!

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localspiderboy · 1 year

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I have more but these are the ones I'm most interested in finishing rn

#spiderboythoughts #male reader #x male reader #gn reader #x reader #male!reader #spideyasks #x gn reader #avatar x reader #tasm peter x reader #peter parker x reader #anthony bridgerton x reader #steve harrington x reader

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diddybok · 9 months

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Request: Skz accidentally finding out one of reader’s kinks… could be a drabble or text! <3

oh my god…yes. happy birthday to me😌

18+ below the cut peeps

all characters depicted in my writing are from my own imagination and do NOT in anyway represent nor reflect the people in real life :)

➩pairing: hyung line x gn!reader

➩genre(s): smut

➩warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, kinks: hair pulling, spit, choking, humiliation. penetration (not specified what hole. this one is for all the delulus out there)

➩author’s note: yeah, smut. just nasty smut. mAy have gotten carried away with this. mAy have had some revelations. mAy be chronically down bad for hyunjin after this…and EYE wrote it.

➩part(s): next

chris | hair pulling | 0.9k (955) words

You were laying on the bed next to Chris. You watching the newest installment of the Bridgerton series, and he playing Pokemon Go. Your friends and the boys constantly tease the two of you saying that you act like a couple when really you aren’t. Chris gets annoyed, much more than he likes to admit, at the constant allegation. However, you don’t pay it any mind. If anything you add fuel to the fire.

Ping…ping…ping

You groan loudly and press pause on your show.

“If you could be so kind to turn the ringer on your phone off? I’m trying to watch a sexy scene and your pinging is taking me out the moment!” You say turning your attention to Chris, his eyes still glued to the screen.

He just hums in response but makes no move to flip the switch on the side of his phone.

Ping…ping…ping

He chuckles lowly before swiping the notification up to continue his battle. You crawl over to him and snatch his phone from his hand. It seems you will have to see for yourself just who is blowing up his phone.

“Y/n give it back!” He reaches over to grab the phone but you turn your whole body away from him, laughing as you curl up tightly trying to read the notifications.

“My my my, who is Aaliyah?” You gasp dramatically. “I miss you so much baby, can’t wait ‘til I can see you again, need you bad Channie” You mimic in a high pitched voice.

“Y/n I’m serious just give it back!” He growls. It has now turned into a scramble of sorts. You underneath, curled up in a foetal position. Him, on top as he tries to pry your body open to retrieve his phone.

Chris accidentally releases his grasp on you and in that moment you roll from underneath him. Planning to escape out of his room, you hastily make a move to climb off the bed.

It all happened so quickly. The grab. The noise. The drop of the phone. The awkward silence.

In your attempt to flee, Chris had grabbed you by your hair and yanked you back. You could have wailed, could have screamed, but you did neither. No, what you did was far worse.

You had released a guttural moan.

You. Moaning because Chris pulled your hair.

Neither of you dared to speak, nor look each other in the eyes. You were embarrassed to say the least. Your best friend had just discovered that you have a hair pulling kink. He on the other hand took one too many deep breaths to calm himself. He has never heard you make a noise like that before. Much less because of him.

“I, ahem- your phone. I’m sorry…you can have it back.” You say keeping your eyes glued to his bedsheets as you slide the phone over to his leg.

You go to retract your hand quickly so that you can go get a glass of water to cool yourself down. He grabs your wrist almost instantaneously. Not letting you get far at all.

“Look at me.” He demands. You do as he says, slowly bringing your eyes to meet his. You don’t have to look down at his chest to detect the way it rises and falls heavily.

He gently runs his hand all the way up your arm, an agenda clearly on his mind. You’re frozen in place as you feel his hand creep to the nape of your neck, his fingers spreading wide as they make their way into your hair.

Without warning, he tugs your head back harshly causing another involuntary moan to fall from your lips. A soft gasp is released from Chris, clearly enjoying the way you react to the action.

You guess that’s how you found yourself in this predicament. Knees no doubt bruising as you take Chris’ cock repeatedly down the depths of your throat.

His hand was embedded deeply into your hair, gripping it tight and using it as a leverage to fuck himself into your mouth.

“Fuck~ just like that Y/n. Mm, m’gonna use you as my personal fuck toy. Forget all the other girls I see. Just pull your hair whenever I need you huh? I don’t know why I didn’t think about it earlier.” Chris says more to himself than to you, releasing a small whine.

The picture that this will leave in your mind is sure to be one that will fog your brain for the next couple of months at least. You never really thought about Chris in this way. Perhaps in the beginning stages of your friendship, but it quickly went away when you found out he was a manwhore.

Nothing wrong with that of course, you never had any reason to judge him for it. But god if this is what you were missing. You most definitely would not mind being his personal fuck toy. Platonically of course…

Your eyes are currently watering, as you gag and swallow. Making Chris grip your hair tighter making you moan. That was the breaking point for him as he unloads into your mouth. Not giving you any chance to waste a single drop.

He releases his hold on you, slowly pulling out of your mouth before slapping the tip on your cheek a couple times.

You look up at him, your glossed over eyes making him coo at you as he strokes your head softly.

“I hope your head isn’t too sore yet, ‘cause I’m gonna use it to fuck you back onto my cock, okay?” Chris says with a devilish smile.

Forget the sexy scene on television, you’re currently living in the sexiest one of all!

minho | spit | 0.6k (673) words

You and Minho are getting ready for bed after a long day of camping activities. You’re going back home from Korea tomorrow night so you wanted to spend as much time with your best friend as you could.

Even if that meant agreeing to do whatever he says for the last few days you shared together. Surprisingly, it was a lot of fun. You went fishing and caught a fish. You learnt how to build a campfire from scratch. Went kayaking and almost tipped it over. Let Minho spit in your mouth—

Wait, what?

You shake your head to come back to reality. Minho swirls water around in his mouth before spitting it out into the sink.

He wipes his mouth as he looks up at you, your gaze seemingly transfixed onto his mouth.

He still tastes the toothpaste in his mouth so he leans back over the sink about to spit, but then he looks up at you. Holding your unwavering gaze.

He spits slowly, the saliva descending down into the sink. As it disconnects, he licks his bottom lip smirking at you.

You watched the whole ordeal, obviously. Which explains why you suddenly squeeze your thighs, shifting from one foot to another.

“Either I’m living in a dream right now, or you, Y/n, are simply filthy.”

“Huh?” You say blinking rapidly.

“Huh? Huh?” He mocks, walking over to you.

What is wrong with you? Snap out of it! That is your best friend, you definitely should not be thinking about him spitting in your mouth as you get pounded by his dick.

“I can practically hear your thoughts. That or you’re speaking aloud.” He smirks, now inches away from your face.

It seems you finally regain consciousness as your hands claw at the sheets. Minho pummels you from behind at a relentless pace, making you drool.

You hear him chuckle, his hand falling beneath your chin to catch any saliva before bringing it up to smear on your mouth.

His hand moves to the underside of your jaw, forcing your head back. Your view of him now upside down as he doesn’t slow the pace.

“Are you gonna admit that you’re a filthy little slut who likes spit?” He teases, smiling down at you.

You can only mewl in response, he’s got you going dumb and he certainly enjoys it.

Bringing his hand up to your cheeks, he squeezes gently. Getting you to open your mouth. You do, even going as far to stick your tongue out.

“Oh look how obedient you are.” He spits into your mouth. His hold on your jaw releases as he moves that hand to cup your chest, hoisting you up so your back, though arched, is against his chest.

He fucks up into you. The sound of skin slapping against skin and both of your moans fill the tent. Those other poor people are no doubt just trying to enjoy their family camping trip, and here comes the two of you; unapologetically loud as shit.

“M-Minho…m’close.” You whine. He just chuckles in response, stroking that sweet spot inside of you to push you over the edge.

It isn’t long before you’re quivering on him, your body already becoming limp as your eyes roll into the back of your head reaching that sweet release. Before you can lavish in the feeling, you’re pulled off of him and he guides your head back to his pelvis.

“You’re gonna swallow every last drop I give you m’kay? No spitting this out sweetheart.” Minho says as he moans. Pumping himself faster as he unloads his seed into your mouth which you gladly swallow.

He uses the tip of his cock to smear any remnants of his climax on your lips. He smiles down at you, praising you for doing such a good job whilst also saying how dirty you are.

This will certainly make your relationship with him all the more questionable. Let’s hope it won’t be the only thing that clouds your mind on the flight home!

changbin | choking | 0.8k (898) words

You and Changbin are in the park having a cutesy little picnic. You may or may not have forced him to come with you since your other friends cancelled at the last minute and you had prepared so much. It’s good that you and Changbin are so alike because neither of you like to waste any food.

You have both been snacking on some grapes, when you look down and see there is only one left on the vine. Quickly whilst his attention was elsewhere, you pluck the grape from its vine.

You turn your head as you go to put the grape into your mouth, but a firm hand on your wrist stops you.

“You swear you’re like a ninja.” Changbin laughs as you turn to look at him with squinted eyes. He just shakes his head, his other hand held out awaiting the grape.

You look at his hand, the grape, his hand again and then back up to his face.

“If you think I’m giving you this grape, then you are surely mistaken.” You say, you’re tone curt.

Changbin looks at you, before shaking his head overzealously. You look at him confused.

“Why are you shaking your head at me?”

“Sorely.”

“What?”

“You said surely mistaken. It’s sorely mistaken, doofus.” He says before bursting out into a fit of laughter.

You look momentarily taken aback, a quiet ‘oh’ coming out of your mouth before you look at Changbin’s laughing state.

“For that, I’m taking the grape.” He says, plucking the grape from your hand and putting it in his mouth. He starts to chew it teasingly in your face, closing his eyes as he does so.

Successfully irked, you lunge towards him from your seated position. Unfortunately for your lacklustre skills, he easily manoeuvres you so that your back is against his chest as his bicep and forearm enclose your throat.

He squeezes playfully, well aware that the two of you are in public.

“Nice try, munchkin. You’re gonna have to be faster than that.” Changbin gloats.

You bring your hands up to hold his arm, your hands barely able to enclose his whole forearm. You try to pry his arm off but it’s to no avail as he doesn’t budge.

He squeezes tighter, his mouth moving closer to your ears.

“You know I’m not even trying right?” He teasingly whispers into your ear.

“Bin unhand me.” You plead.

“What, you’ve given up already?”

“If you squeeze my throat any tighter, I am not responsible for the…sounds that will come out of me.” You say tapping his forearm.

Changbin’s eyes widen slightly as he realises what you meant. He releases you and you crawl back to the other side of the picnic blanket, fixing your outfit and your hair, pretending like you didn’t say what you just said.

“You mean to tell me that me choking you was turning you on?” He asks with genuinity.

You turn to him, shrugging a little. The way you act so nonchalant clearly has an effect on him as he tries not to get turned on himself.

It didn’t work, for either of you, as you find yourself in the back of his car sitting on his legs as his fingers pump viciously in and out of you.

“Shh, you gotta be quiet. Don’t want people to start getting suspicious.” Changbin speaks into your ear.

You do your best to be quiet, but you don’t trust yourself so you put a hand over your mouth.

“Fuck you’re gripping my fingers so tight. Mm I can’t wait to ruin you. ‘Cause I’m gonna. Yeah, fuck you clenched when I said that. Want me to ruin you, don’t you my sweet?” Changbin purrs.

Your other hand grips his thigh, the coil within the pit of your stomach starting to tighten. You remove your hand from your mouth as your breath starts to quicken, small whines being released here and there.

“Bin, I can’t hold it.” You whine.

“You don’t have to hold it sweetness. Come for me.” He says his hand going to your neck and pressing on the sides of your throat.

The restriction of air and the squeeze of his hand mixed with his fingers has you seeing stars. Your moan caught in your throat as you orgasm. The lack of air prolongs your release and unfortunately for Changbin, you make a mess all over the backseat of his car.

He smiles as he watches you get lost in the pleasure. He loosens his grip on your neck and relishes in your pants as you try to catch your breath.

“Well I’m going to need to deep clean my car, but it was so worth it.” Changbin says, rubbing you through your high and placing a soft kiss to the side of your head.

You move yourself off of his lap, momentarily looking out the window to see if there were any wanderers that got too curious. Taking a deep breath your eyes meet Changbin’s and he looks at you with a sweet, unwavering smile.

“What’s that look for?…”

“Oh nothing, just thinking about all the places m’gonna fuck you when we get back to mine.” Changbin says, his smile widening even more.

Oh wow, you’re in for a long night ahead of you. Better hope those grapes gave you enough energy for the rest of the day!

hyunjin | humiliation | 1.4k (1446) words

Hyunjin is teaching you part of his dance routine in the studio. You were bored, and teaching somebody helps him to recount the steps.

For the most part, you were able to keep up with him. Picking up the steps with ease until there was a particularly hard move.

You can see the frustration building on Hyunjin’s face as you keep messing up this step. The one he tried to teach you fifteen minutes ago…

“Y/n no. Lift your arm like this, this.” He says demonstrating the correct way to do it.

You copy the motion. You think that you are nailing it and that he is just being too pedantic which explains his elongated sigh.

“Hyunjin, I don't know what you think I’m doing wrong. I’m literally doing it the way you do it!” You say, now getting frustrated at him and his perfectionist ways.

He looks at you through the mirror, scoffing and doing the dance move how you did it. Clearly over-exaggerating the way you did it.

“Does that look right to you? No, it doesn’t. It’s not even a hard step Y/n and you’re struggling to do it.” He says, walking back over to the laptop to replay the song.

This is embarrassing. You should feel embarrassed. Yet you hide a smile. There’s something about the way Hyunjin gets riled up and then proceeds to belittle you for clearly not being a professional dancer like he is.

Ridiculous isn’t it?

“Okay let’s go from the top.” Hyunjin says, counting the both of you in.

The song plays and you both dance to the rhythm. Everything was going swell until you purposefully messed up a move that you know you have no trouble doing.

“Oh for fuck’s sake!”

You wish you could take a mental picture of Hyunjin’s scowl and print it out. He looks at you, almost pitiful as he turns down the music, his hands on his hip as his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek.

“What are you fucking inept or something? What’s going on? You don’t know your left from your rights? Hm? You need me to teach you the alphabet whilst we’re at it?” Hyunjin taunts, now walking towards you.

You say nothing, looking up at him with eyes as innocent as you can get them.

“Cat caught your tongue? Or have you just become so dumb that you can’t even speak anymore?” Hyunjin speaks lowly, backing you into the full length mirror.

He raises a single eyebrow at you, waiting for you to say something. He huffs out a laugh when he realises you’re not going to respond, but rather cower beneath him.

You really are spoiled aren’t you? It seems it is so because you got whatever you wanted from this. One moment he pinned you up against the wall, you shoving your tongue down his throat. Then he was shoving his dick down your throat. And now here you are, on all fours, forced to watch as he thrusts harshly into you from behind.

“This what you needed hm? You just needed to be fucked didn’t you. Naw, dumb baby’s just too stupid to ask for what they want so they decide to piss me off instead huh?” Hyunjin grunts landing a smack on your backside.

You moan embarrassingly loud, jolting forwards slightly as you feel the impact of his hand on your flesh.

The song plays in the background adding to the already sexual tension that is in the dance studio.

Hyunjin stops thrusting, looking at you in the mirror as you stumble a little. The rhythm of thrusts throwing you off as your hips stutter in their movement.

“You’re gonna fuck yourself on my dick to the beat of the song. See if you’re not completely useless. It would be wise not to piss me off further so if you do a good job, maybe I’ll be nice.” Hyunjin says crossing his arms.

You wait to see if he was bluffing, looking back at him only to be met with a raise of his eyebrow. You turn back around, meeting his gaze in the mirror. You tune your ears to the song and start throwing it back to the beat. (y’all why this make me bust out laughing okay sorry continue.)

For the first two counts of eight, you were doing pretty well. Matching each beat with the sound of your bottom colliding with his pelvis. He watches you intently as if it were you dancing. He bites his lip, holding back his own moans.

The chorus of the song comes along and you miss a count. You try to catch up by speeding up your movements, but that just feels too good. Hyunjin tsks at you.

“You can’t even do this correctly. How embarrassing Y/n. Is there anything you can do without my help?” Hyunjin says shaking his head as he grabs both of your arms.

You clench around him at his words, making his tough exterior falter ever so slightly as he curses under his breath at the way you squeeze him so tightly.

He holds your arms like handles as he repeatedly slams you back onto him. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and then close tightly as he reaches deeper, continuously hitting that sweet spot inside.

“You better open your fuckin’ eyes and watch as you take what I give you.” He says, his tongue coming out to wet his lip as he smirks mischievously.

You flutter your eyes open, meeting his gaze in the mirror as your mouth hangs open releasing silent moans. Who knew that being humiliated would turn you on to the point it has? You watch his face contort into concentration. Sweat pouring down his face and falling onto your lower back.

“Hyune, just like that, please. I’m so close.” You whine.

He tilts his head, one of his hands releasing your wrist to reach beneath you and between your thighs, rubbing you quickly.

“Oh yeah? And you think you deserve it?” He teases.

You nod relentlessly, not even caring for his permission as you spasm around him as he lands a particularly powerful thrust.

As he watches you come undone on him he scoffs a laugh, shaking his head before chasing his own release.

“Mm, where’d you want it? Inside? So it drips down your thighs for everyone to see? Ah fuck, yeah I think so.” He says, small whines leaving his throat.

He pushes your body all the way down as he now lays on top of you, rutting into you. He lifts one leg up to ground him so he can reach deeper, the rocking motion overstimulating you as you convulse around him once more. You choke out a sob, tears starting to run down your face.

He catches your expression in the mirror, the tears streaming down and it sends him over the edge. With one final rock, he stills as his cock twitches deep inside of you. Painting your walls white deep inside.

He rests his forehead on the back of your head. Both of you spent as the sounds of heavy breathing and the song fill the room.

He slowly pulls out of you, both of you whining at the loss of the warmth. He rolls you over, placing a kiss to the underside of your jaw.

“Y/n? Are you still with me?” He asks, glancing over your face and down your body. He sees some of his cum trailing out of you and he uses his fingers to push it back in. Fixated on the way your hole envelopes his fingers so accommodatingly.

He only stops when he feels your hand push his chest and he chuckles lightly.

“You know you really don’t take orders well. I think I need to train you.” He says, brushing a stray hair out of your face as you finally open your eyes and look up at him.

He hums softly, admiring you before getting up and sorting himself out so that he is decent to the eyes of the public again.

“Get up. That wasn’t a reward, you’re going to just have to dance with my cum running down your legs now. The quicker you get the choreography, the quicker you’ll get to shower.” Hyunjin says walking over to the laptop and restarting the song.

He leaves you to get yourself up on wobbly arms and you smile to yourself. He should know by now that you most certainly do not put up without a fight.

Hopefully you don’t “accidentally” mess up any more of the moves and make him belittle you again…

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daisydaisybilly · 1 year

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fallin’ into love | b.b

pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x gn!reader

summary: Benedict realises he has feelings for you at the wrong time

warnings: fluff and a little angst

word count: 660

a/n: since i dropped the pressure to write longer fics I’ve really enjoyed writing again. I’m gonna be unbearable when Benedict’s season comes out

Requested : reader is super clumsy and benedict is always there to take care of her (he would hold her when she’s about to trip and maybe wipe off something that’s on her face) and he always thought he sees her only as his little sister. but when he sees her with another man, who is just as considerate with her as he is, he’s afraid that he would lose her forever. can i have a fluffy ending please 🥺

It had become second natural for Benedict to watch you at balls. You had a habit of, well, making a scene. It was something that vexed your parents to no end. He himself found it funny.

He cleaned away a bit of cream from your cheek, heating up with embarrassment, you thanked him. You brushed down the front of your outfit, looking around nervous. “What is it?” Benedict asked.

“My mama and papa have roped my brother into introducing me to a friend of his, ” you admitted.

“Really?” He stammered, not understanding his own shock.

You were still looking around the room, unaware of his reaction, “he’s some lord Hightbottom with a lot of land somewhere in the north of england” you explained.

The north of England?

You were going to marry some man and be taken up north away from him. His childhood companion, the first person who saw his work, his best friend. Who would he be if you weren’t together?

“Oh god there he is” you gasped smiling, looking at him, “will I do?”.

He nodded still speechless, he watched you walk away dreading the day you would walk away forever.

As you always did you tripped over air, Benedict braced himself for the fallout but Hightbottom caught you. He smiled and blushed, you laughed too. Your brother introduced you to each other. Even from a distance Benedict saw how Hightbottom looked at you.

When the two of you moved to the dance floor, he held your hand and must have said something funny from the way you laughed.

Every ball you and he went to he was always the one who danced with you. Both of you always said no one else knew them enough too.

But there you were dancing with someone else and he was alone. Highbottom didn’t falter when you missed a step or stepped on his toes. He looked at you like you deserved to be looked at. And it broke his heart.

“May I have the next dance?” You were surprised to see Benedict.

“Benedict!” You grinned, “this is Robert, my brother's school friend”.

The two men bowed to each other.

“So what about that dance?” Benedict asked again.

“Go on” Robert smiled, “i’ll get us some drinks”.

You nodded watching him go.

As you danced you looked at your friend, “so what do you think?”.

He gave a small shrug, “he’s an alright dancer”.

“Anyone’s an alright dancer when paired with me” you rolled your eyes. “Do you think he might actually make an offer?”.

An offer like your were some kind of business deal

“Don’t you want to marry for love?” He asked.

You frowned, “love?”.

He nodded, “yes love”.

“I don’t suppose I get much of a say. If I’m lucky love will come after or if not love then friendship”.

“Is that how you want your marriage to be?”.

Getting more annoyed with each question you huffed.”my family isn’t rich, if Lord Robert likes me enough to marry me then who cares if we are in love or not? I will have a secure future".

“What If ever was someone who would marry you who already loves you?” He asked.

You sighed, “you’re being ridiculous now, if that someone was real then they would have done it already”.

“What if they misunderstood the way they loved you until they nearly lost you?”. You opened your mouth to speak but he carried on. “What if they spent years catching you each time you tripped and telling you whenever you had cream on your cheek, what if you were the person they told everything to and you to them”.

Your frown dropped, he couldn’t be talking about himself could he?

“What would you do then?”

“If there were someone like that then I should think they ask my parents before another could” you said not able to keep yourself from smiling. “Or we’d have a rather uncomfortable conversation on our hands with that other someone”

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eleanor-bradstreet · 1 year

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These Foolish Things (Remind Me Of You) (Benedict Bridgerton x Reader)

Benedict Bridgerton x gn!Reader Modern AU Rated: M for mild suggestiveness Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: While Benedict is away, you admire the little things that bring him to mind. Dedicated to my Discord friends! I thought I was making a joke, but then this took over my brain and a few hours later, here we are. Just for you. 💙

You woke just before dawn, a habit leftover from all those years when your stepmother would slam the door open to signal the start of your daily chores. You didn’t mind today though. You had been fitful for the past few hours, ever since you said goodbye to Ben. He had left in the middle of the night to catch an early flight, and had kissed you sweetly as you slept, murmuring his farewell against your temple, not wanting to fully wake you. You had felt him leave, stirring groggily and kissing him back with some mumbled reply. But it was only when you heard the door close downstairs that you fully came to, then immediately regretted that you hadn’t been more present to see him off.

The emptiness and silence of the flat settled on you like gauze in your ears. You had spent so much of your life alone, you had once been accustomed to it. But since finding Ben, any prolonged period of solitude made you feel uneasy, bereft, because now you knew precisely what you were missing. You had tossed in semi-consciousness for the rest of the night and were grateful the grey morning light finally arrived to wake you.

But it was a cold day and you didn’t want to leave the warmth of the covers just yet. You nestled into your pillow and ran your palm over the sheets beside you, Ben’s side, that was now empty. You were excited for his trip, a meeting with a gallery in Paris, but hated that it meant two nights without him. You had asked to go with him, but he had insisted that you could not see Paris for the first time as a tagalong on a short business trip. He promised to take you back for an extended holiday when he could give you ‘the genuine experience’. A grin tugged at your lips as you remembered the devilish little flame in his eyes when he had said that.

There was nothing on your bedside table, but there was a book on Ben’s. You pulled yourself across the mattress and picked it up. William Blake: The Complete Illuminated Books. You should have known. Beside the book were his reading glasses. Square with dark frames, they made him so horrendously handsome, especially when he grinned at you over the top of a book, reading you something cheeky. More than once, you had sighed at him and wished aloud that he would wear them all the time. Then he’d raise an eyebrow at you and ask why you’d wish even poorer eyesight on a visual artist and you’d have to kiss the smirk off his face. You picked up the frames and rested them gently back on top of his book.

This was going to be a long two days. You fretted as you rolled onto your back and stared at the nearby window. You contemplated spending as much time as possible outside the flat so that you wouldn’t have to face his blatant absence all day. As the light began to lift in the room, your hands wandered aimlessly over your torso, lifting your shirt to enjoy the warmth of your skin against the sheets. As your hands glided, you wished they were Ben’s. Nothing could mimic the strength and size of his grasp and its almost paradoxical tenderness. The first ray of sunlight hit the window and glinted off the silver latches.

You thought of Ben’s silver ring and the cool trace of it when it slid down the length of your body, an added exhilaration coupled with the heat of his fingers. You remembered the day you found it, shining amidst a bunch of bric-a-brac at a poky little gift shop in the Scottish highlands. That was the trip when you had both confessed your love to one another, and you knew that this was much more than an average relationship. You had playfully slid it onto his thumb, expecting him to roll his eyes or grow sarcastic, but he had just looked at you quietly, smiling as something shined in his eyes. It wasn’t until you were back home days later that you realized he was wearing it, having bought it when you weren’t looking. And he hadn’t taken it off since.

You felt your hands travel lower, seeking some physical distraction from the aching tug in your chest, but stopped yourself. Once you started down that path, you wouldn’t get out of bed for hours, and you doubted it would do much to improve your mood for the day ahead. You could indulge in pleasure to try and lull yourself to sleep at night.

With a resigned huff, you pulled the covers back and got out of bed, walking to the window and hugging yourself against the chill. The sun was half crested over the horizon now, glowing pale orange-yellow but not casting any heat on the streets below. You moved to the closet and pulled it open. There, hanging on the hook inside the door was Ben’s most beloved hoodie, precisely the same color as the new rising sun. That wasn’t its usual spot, it was hung up almost as if waiting for you. He knew. Of course he knew you would have gone looking for it while he was away. Your breath caught, overwhelmed with the perfection of this man, his thoughtfulness, the way it seemed he could read your mind.

You pulled the hoodie down and slipped it on, wrapping the fabric tight against yourself, trying to imagine his embrace. The cuffs and hems were going threadbare, a testament to how long he had owned it and how often he wore it. It had become such a quintessential symbol of him, you’d never allow him to get rid of it. Despite yourself, you ended up back on the bed, curling up in the warmth of his shirt, appreciating his gesture in leaving it for you. You bunched up the collar and inhaled the scent - sandalwood and something musky, so absolutely Benedict. You felt closer to him and immediately your spirits lifted. This was precisely what you needed to help you get through the next couple of days without going mad from missing him.

As you rolled onto your side, you felt something slip like a weight in the pocket. Reaching inside, you pulled out a small packet of paper wrapped around something. Unfolding it, the object fell into your palm. It was a stone, one from his adorable little collection that he kept in a bowl in his studio. It was one of his most treasured finds, the one shaped like a heart. Looking at the paper it was folded in, you saw there was a note.

Hold onto this for me until I get back.

It was going to be a long two days indeed.

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auroracalisto · 2 years

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a true love match

— falling in love wasn’t something you thought you’d have as a servant in the ‘ton. but with benedict, you were starting to believe it was. word count: 2.5k tw: gn!reader, anxious/nervous reader & benedict, servant!reader, alcohol consumption but nothing more comes of it, short "backstory" at the beginning (literally just a couple paragraphs) a/n: another fic i've been working on for over two months. finally finished it up while at work LMAO anyway please enjoy i legitimately like this one

the harrison family—a family with money and power and everything you would want in the 'ton.

and you were one of their many servants.

tending to their rambunctious children, you had to admit each of them was like your own in a way; you saw them far more than their papa ever did, while their mama could have cared less about the younger ones and doted on those of age—the ones to be married, the ones who would soon make their own way out into the world.

margot, their eldest, held a special place in your heart. you were closer to her than the others, as she treated you with a kindness that most lords and ladies did not. maximilian was the second eldest, living life without a care in the world—he was kind enough, always cracking a crude joke here and there. and then there was mathilda and little madeline. each with a toothy smile to greet you with, loving you just as much as they loved their parents.

like the bridgerton family, whom just lived beyond the harrison’s walls, it was their eldest daughter’s first season. you’d never get to see the balls and luncheons that margot would see, but you lived vicariously through her sibling's lamentations about how beautiful it was (and how good the food happened to be).

that’s how you lived your life—living vicariously for the ones you cared for, and continuing to work until the day you’d eventually meet your demise. you cared little for love and marriage, as it never seemed possible. marriage was one thing that perhaps you might find with the postman, or the other servants who waited on the families around you, but love seemed to evade you every step of the way.

it had never been possible.

until you saw him.

it wasn’t the first time you laid eyes on benedict bridgerton.

no, you had seen him time and time again, as he would sometimes visit your master and his eldest son, or you would see him enter his carriage just across the street.

but you never truly saw him like you did that day.

it had been terrible weather—the rain had come down in a hurry, drowning the flowers that had previously begged for drink. your master had left the house with each of his children, even little madeline. you were completely and utterly alone, which wasn’t something that happened very often. so you took advantage.

this particular night, you found yourself standing on the edge of the stairs, watching as the rain let up. dark storm clouds covered the normally starry skies, keeping you from seeing the beauty of the night when a voice caught your attention.

“shouldn’t you be inside? you’ll catch a cold.”

benedict.

you quickly looked down, almost expecting him to be talking to someone else—perhaps one of the featherington girls had made their way outside as well.

but no. he was staring right at you, umbrella overhead, and a soft smile plastered on his handsome face.

he had just come from a party—not that he would tell you. but the drunkenness he had felt swiftly disappeared when he laid his eyes upon you. that sweet, humble servant who always caught his eye.

“sir bridgerton,” you began, pausing as his smile only grew.

“benedict, please. we’re the only two here.”

cheeks flushed, heart fluttering in your chest, you smiled.

“very well, benedict. but i will be fine.”

“hm,” benedict hummed, looking both ways down the cobblestone street before making his way to you. he took the stairs slow enough that you would have the opportunity to ask him to leave, but it never came.

“may i provide you company, y/n?”

you paused again. but not because of the company he offered—because he was talking to you. not at you, not through you. he was talking to you and he knew your name. not even your lady bothered to remember your name half of the time she was around you, and you had been taking care of her children for well over five years now; you had been hired the summer before mathilda was born.

“how do you know my name?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

benedict only smiled, holding the umbrella over the two of you as he looked out at the street. the rain was coming to a stop, the streets glistening in the early hours of the night.

“i have my ways,” he said.

he had really pestered a couple of the harrison’s servants to get your name, but he kept that to himself. color him surprised with the fact that they hadn’t already come to you, telling you of his interest, but he was grateful. the element of surprise might truly be on his side.

you looked away from him. “sir—benedict,” you began, clearing your throat. “i am no lady nor lord, but the ‘ton would still talk if they saw the two of us together, would they not?”

“perhaps,” he grinned. “but it is nothing my sister and brother could not take care of with a scandal of their own.”

you snorted softly. a scandal? is that what he wanted?

but as the night continued on, realization struck you. the subtle glances, the longing looks from across the ballroom—they were all apart of your little crush on the bridgerton. and him sitting there, speaking to you as if you were his equal—it only fueled the crush further, fanning the embers into a raging fire within the depths of your heart.

“benedict,” you said, noticing the moon peaking in the sky. the harrison’s would be back at any moment, now, having informed you their dinner would run well into the night. “perhaps it is time for me to retire for the night. i should get some rest before they return.”

he hummed once more, closing his eyes as he tilted his head back. umbrella long put away, the moonlight perfectly illuminated his sculpted features.

you swallowed thickly, your eyes evading him. you needed to squash whatever feelings these were. it wasn’t proper. you would be hurting him more than you would hurt yourself. you knew how these things went.

benedict peeked at you through a squint, a chuckle escaping him. “perhaps you will be in attendance to the dinner my mother is throwing next week.”

“i do not know if that would be wise,” you said.

“i will not ask twice, but i do understand,” he said, smiling faintly.

benedict stood up from where he stood, picking up his umbrella as he did. “i hope to speak with you again soon.”

you watched him as he took the steps one at a time, careful to avoid the puddles of water. he was in no hurry.

your body acted before you had a moment to react—standing up, his name left your lips before you could stop it.

“benedict, wait!”

he looked back at you, eyes filled with curiosity—perhaps even a bout of hope that you would never willingly admit to yourself.

“thursday. i will be heading into the market for my lady, but i will be going alone,” you said, your lip catching in between your teeth as you nervously wrung your hands in front of you. “i will be leaving that morning if you would like to come with me.”

benedict began to smile, his teeth gleaming in the moonlight. “i will see you then,” he said.

in due time, the two of you only became closer. every secret, every whisper was shared amongst the two of you during secret rendezvous.

his mother became elated, knowing that her son had found a love match—but nothing more was said beyond that. your master kept a watchful eye on you, but he never once asked where you went during the night. you did your job without having to be reprimanded, and that was enough for him.

but you knew it was wrong. loving benedict, being his friend. dangerous.

not for you.

you would be fine.

but benedict would be ruined.

the ‘ton would look upon him the same way as they did the sharma family. another scandal would wreak havoc on the bridgerton family, and you wanted no part in that. but the heart doesn’t always ask for permission. the heart wants what it wants, and even if it can’t have it, it still yearns for it.

tonight, you found yourself clutching your coat just a little closer than usual as you stood in front of a grandiose door.

benedict had asked you to meet him there—a party, he said, with art and alcohol and people of all kinds.

you were starting to worry that it was all a joke—some crude lie from your best friend to get a rise out of you. he wouldn’t do that, would he? no, he wouldn’t.

your knuckles rapped against the wood, anxiety pooling in the pit of your stomach.

in an instant, the door was opened by benedict himself and he was pulling you inside, a smile wide against his lips.

“you came!” he excitedly spoke, letting the door fall shut. taking both of your hands, his face inched closer to yours.

you could smell his cologne—a soft scent of lavender and cedarwood. it was just as intoxicating as the last time you had been this close to the gentleman.

“come with me, there are some people i’d like you to meet,” he grinned.

along you went, your hand never once leaving his.

and once he had placed a glass of red wine in your hand, you had finally began to let loose. titles and nobility mattered not, and the people here certainly cared little that you were a servant.

benedict, most of all.

it had only taken a few glasses of wine for you to fully unwind. cheeks burning, body buzzing from the effects of the alcohol, mind jumbled with every worry, every confession.

as the party continued on, you couldn’t help but watch benedict from where you stood.

the man looked back at you with a smile.

“are you alright?” he asked.

you gave a small nod, swallowing the rest of the wine you had. you sat the glass down and took ahold of his hand.

“can we go some place? private, if you wouldn’t mind.”

benedict only nodded, granting your request as soon as you had asked it. he would have done anything for you.

in only a matter of minutes, benedict was shutting the door was a delicately decorated room. soft yellow curtains, the moonlight peaking in and casting a cold glow on the fire-illuminated room.

“what is it?” he asked. “are you truly well, y/n?”

you pursed your lips.

you needed him to know.

he was your best friend.

he had the right to know.

right?

“you are my best friend,” you began, your eyes not meeting benedict’s as you spoke.

you couldn’t look at him. not when he was staring at you in such a manner. his eyes were glued to your face, an unreadable expression masking his normally joyous composure.

“and you are mine,” he said, smiling softly.

“no, benedict, i—“

you squeezed your eyes shut. “you are my best friend, in that you are everything to me.”

it was most definitely the alcohol that was guiding your words and actions (that’s what you told yourself, anyway). but you couldn’t seem to care as the confession left you.

silence blanketed the room, nothing else heard besides the flickering of the fireplace and the occasional shout from the party just below.

benedict couldn’t believe what he was hearing. did he hear you correctly?

there was only one way to find out.

“then marry me,” he said.

your heart leapt to your throat. it was the alcohol.

it had to be the alcohol.

but he had had less than you.

was it the alcohol?

you paused slowly, turning to completely face him.

“what?”

he cracked a small smile.

“marry me.”

“it is not so simple, benedict,” you said lowly, voice barely above a whisper.

“why is it not?” he asked, reaching forward and gently grabbing your hands.

“why is it not?” you repeated, a solemn look on your face. your eyes betrayed you. you wanted to say yes so badly—he could see it. but you couldn’t. “you cannot be of earnest,” you said.

“my brother is the viscount and my sister a duchess,” he said. “who is to say what we can and cannot do?”

“you will be ostracized from society,” you countered. “you’ll be ridiculed.”

you gently squeezed his hands.

“ridiculed?” he chuckled softly. “you are my very best friend. and i care for you, deeply. i would face the world, happy to be ridiculed if it meant i would have you by my side.”

your cheeks burned at his confession. just a few simple words and he had your heart reeling for more.

you knew it wasn’t the alcohol. you were thinking clear as day.

“a true love match,” benedict suddenly said, his fingers lacing with yours as he spoke.

you paused, your convoluted mind coming to a complete halt as you stared at him.

“a true love match?”

he began to smile, an eager nod presenting itself.

“i… could love no other as much as i have loved you. you have taught me so… you’ve shown me what it means to be loved, no matter the status, the fortune, the name.” benedict’s hand reached up, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “marry me, y/n. make me the happiest man of the ‘ton. you will never have to want for more—anything you want, you shall have. your best friend included,” he said, his smile wide. “it is as simple as that.”

“benedict…” you countered, but the argument you sought for never made it past your lips as he stared at you with those beautiful eyes.

“marry me,” he repeated, perhaps out of necessity. perhaps out of the anxiety that now raced against his heartbeat, wondering if he had said the wrong thing—had he gone too far? would you run away, never to look back at him?

he was a bridgerton. you were a humble servant.

but that changed nothing.

he loved you.

“you are willing to have the scandal of the season? of the century?” you whispered, peering up at him as nervous tears welled in your eyes.

“i am,” he said.

you let out a breath, lunging forward and wrapping your arms around his neck. your lips found his in an eager attempt to show your affection as his strong arms wrapped around your torso. he smiled into the kiss, his eyes fluttering shut as he did so.

“i will marry you,” you muttered against his lips.

kiss after kiss was shared between the two of you.

only time would tell how truly irked the ‘ton would be, but for now, all that you truly cared about was the gentleman you held in your arms. nothing else mattered.

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b00inazkaban · 1 year

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MASTERLIST #2

Navigation!

Let me know if there are any characters you’d like added and I’ll look into it! :)

Smut = **

What I will NOT write for under any circumstance: R@pe, incest, anything to do with pee or poo, hardcore bdsm or anything like that type of smut, kidnapping reader for love, anything stalker, abuse unless it’s for angst but I won’t go into detail about the abuse (though I will do like slapping/spanking for smut it cannot have malicious meaning behind it, and there is always consent for that)

Also let me put this by itself, pregnancy is also way off the table. It’s 6 feet underground. I understand it’s part of life and it’s beautiful , and that’s for people to decide but personally I find just the concept of that horrifying and gross. I do breeding kink yes, but no description of pregnancy. (No hate to pregnant people I just can’t stand the concept of pregnancy in any form.)

MARVEL:

☆ Tony Stark

☆ Steve Rogers

☆ Bruce Banner

☆ Natasha Romanoff

☆ Clint Barton

☆ Bucky Barnes

☆ Sam Wilson

☆ Peter Parker

☆ Thor Odison

☆ Loki Laufeyson

☆ Dr. Stephen Strange

☆ Peter Quill

☆ Gamora

☆ Drax the destroyer

☆ Rocket the Racoon

☆ Mantis

☆ Groot

Poly Requests:

STRANGER THINGS:

☆ Steve Harrington: Steve Harrington x FtM reader**

☆ Robin Buckley :

☆ Nancy Wheeler:

☆ Eddie Munson:

☆ Johnathan Byers:

☆ Argyle:

☆ Billy Hargrove:

☆ Mike Wheeler: Little!Mike x GN!CG!Reader

☆ Dustin Henderson

☆ Will Byers

☆ Lucas Sinclair

☆ Eleven Hopper

☆ Max Mayfield

☆ Jim Hopper:

☆ Joyce Byers:

☆ Dmitri Antonov:

Poly Requests:

HARRY POTTER/MARAUDER:

☆ Harry Potter:

☆ Ron Weasley: CG!Ron Weasley x Little!GN!reader

☆ Hermione Granger:

☆ Fred Weasley: CG!Fred Weasley x Little!Fem!Reader

☆ George Weasley: George Weasley x reader ; CG!George Weasley x LittleMale!Reader

☆ Neville Longbottom: Sub!Neville x Dom!Reader**

☆ Draco Malfoy:

☆ Blaise Zambini:

☆ Enzo Berkshire:

☆ Mattheo Riddle:

☆ Theo Nott:

☆ Pansy Parkinson:

Marauders Era or Lighting Era:

☆ Lucius Malfoy:

☆ Narcissa Malfoy:

☆ Severus Snape:

☆ Bellatrix Lestrange:

☆ Barty Crouch Jr. :

☆ Evan Rosier:

☆ Pandora Rosier:

☆ Zahara Zambini:

☆ Regulus Black:

☆ Sirius Black:

☆ Remus Lupin:

☆ Lily Evans:

☆ Marlene McKinnon:

☆ Mary McDonald:

☆ Dorcas Meadows:

FANTASTIC BEASTS:

☆ Newt Scamander:

☆ Thesus Scammander:

☆ Jacob Kowalski:

☆ Queenie Goldstein:

☆ Albus Dumbledore (young):

☆ Gellart Grindlewald (young):

Poly Requests:

CRIMINAL MINDS:

☆Aaron Hotchner

☆ Jason Gideon

☆ Spencer Reid

☆ Derek Morgan

☆ JJ/ Jennifer Jareau

☆ Elle Greenaway

☆ Penelope Garcia

☆ Emily Prentiss

☆ David Rossi

Poly Requests:

BRIDGERTON:

☆ Anthony Bridgerton

☆ Benedict Bridgerton

☆ Colin Briderton

☆ Daphne Bridgerton

☆ Eloise Bridgerton

☆ Simon Basset

☆ Penelope Fetherington

☆ Queen Charlotte (Young)

☆ King George (Young)

Poly Requests:

Queen charlotte x reader x King George

TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES:

☆ Leonardo: NSFW alphabet

☆ Raphael:

☆ Donnatelo:

☆ Michelangelo: Mikey x Reader

☆ April O'Neil:

☆ Casey Jones:

Poly Requests:

Poly!TMNT x Fem!Reader; April 4-in-1; turtles are manspreading and you want payback 😚

Poly!TMNT x Fem!Reader; Casey tries to flirt with reader but she puts down the idea and the turtles are proud

TOP GUN:

☆ Pete Mitchell "Maverick"

☆ Bradley Bradshaw "Rooster"

☆ Jake Seresin "Hangman"

☆ Natasha Trace "Phoenix"

☆ Robert Floyd "Bob"

Poly Requests:

THE HOBBIT/LOTR:

☆ Thorin

☆ Bilbo

☆ Fili

☆ Kili

☆ Dwalin

☆ Bofur

☆ Bard

☆ Legolas

☆ Tauriel

☆ Thuranduil

Poly Requests:

TWILIGHT:

☆ Carlisle Cullen

☆ Esme Cullen

☆ Emmet Cullen

☆ Rosalie Cullen

☆ Alice Cullen

☆ Jasper Cullen: CG!Jasper Hale x nb!little!reader

☆ Edward Cullen

☆ Bella Cullen/Swan

☆ Jacob Black

☆ Garrett

The Volturi:

☆ Aro

☆ Caius

☆ Marcus

Poly Requests:

THE HUNGER GAMES:

☆ Katniss Everdeen

☆ Petta Mellark

☆ Finnick Odair

☆ Johanna Mason

☆ Haymitch Abernathy

Poly Requests:

LUCIFER:

☆ Lucifer Morningstar

☆ Mazikeen

☆ Amenadeil

☆ Chole Decker

☆ Linda Martin

Poly Requests:

How To Train Your Dragon:

☆ Hiccup Haddock

☆ Astrid Hofferson

☆ Snotlout

☆ Ruffnut

☆ Tuffnut

Poly Requests:

Across The SpiderVerse:

☆ Miles Morales

☆ Miguel O'Hara

Spider thoughts!

☆ Peter B. Parker

Spider thoughts!

☆ Hobie Brown

☆ Gwen Stacy

☆ Spider-Noir

Spider thoughts!

Poly Requests:

Descendants:

☆ Mal

☆ Evie

☆ Carlos

☆ Jay

☆ Gil

☆ Harry

☆ Uma

Poly Requests:

MATCHUPS/MOODBOARDS:

☆ @thoughtfulcreatornight x Raphael matchup

☆ Anonymous x Remus Lupin matchup

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I’ve redone my masterlist because I was vey unhappy with my first one, and I wanted to add pictures to go with it! I’ll also be adding all my new work onto here and my old work will be on the first masterlist! Love y’all! 💗

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semisutopia · 11 months

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𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥

sae x gn!reader

walking into sae’s room, you see him sitting on his bed with his phone in hand. you smile cheekily and walk up to him.

“is this seat taken?”, you ask, pointing to his lap.

sae sighs and looks up from his phone. “why do you have to do this to me, y/n?”. your smile widens. “because i looove you”.

he huffs, annoyed. “you are a menace”. you sway from side to side. “maybe. but i’m your menace”.

he groans and puts his phone on the bed next to him. “fine, come here”. you giggle and sit on his lap, placing your hands on his shoulders with a smile. “why thank you”.

he sighs and rests his head on top of your head, his hands instinctively going to your waist. “it’s like you can’t go five seconds without pestering me”.

you chuckle and kiss his adam’s apple softly. “that’s very true”.

sae groans again and you can practically hear his eyes rolling. “why are you like this?”. you shrug, “i don’t know”.

“there must be an explanation for this. no one wakes up one day and just becomes a menace”. you chuckle in the crook of his neck. “i was born a menace”.

he sighs, a smile playing at his lips. “a menace, born and bread”.

you chuckle and gasp, remembering something. “oh my god, did you know i used to lock my mother and sister in the bathroom from the outside all the time until i was like 4 years old?”.

“y/n, that’s not something you brag about”, he says in all seriousness.

you look up at him, pouting. “hey, at least i didn’t bite when i was a child”, you chuckle slightly, “i bite now instead”.

“that’s just your way of showing affection. i don’t mind it”, he smirks slightly. “it’s cute, in a way”.

you smile and bite the shirt on his shoulder. “mhm! because you love me”.

“yep, i love you”, he smiles and pulls you closer, wrapping his arm around your waist firmly and stroking your hair.

“awwww”, you giggle in the crook of his neck, hugging him back.

he kisses the top of your head. “you’re my pride and joy”. he giggles and nudges you with his elbow. “you’re also the bane of my existence”.

you chuckle and quote, “you’re the bane of my existence. and the object of all my desires”.

he groans while smiling. “there you go with the romantic quotes again. you’ll be the death of me”.

you ask rhetorically, “hey, anthony bridgerton IS the standard, okay?”.

“yeah, i’m sure you have the whole show memorised. i’ve lost count of how many times you’ve made me watch it with you”, he laughs gently.

you shove him playfully, “shut up, you liked it too!”. he strokes your hair gently and jokes, “alright alright, fine. you got me hooked too. you and your damn romance shows”.

you chuckle in the crook of his neck, placing small kisses on his neck.

sae chuckles back softly. “you’re lucky i love you so much, or else i’d get a restraining order against you”.

you gasp in faux hurt. “how dare!”. “come on, it’s true. you and your little pranks every other day! they’re enough to drive anyone crazy”.

“they are NOT pranks, they’re acts of love”, you retaliate. he chuckles. “you’re the definition of love mixed with menace. a very rare combination indeed”, he says and kisses your forehead, patting your head.

you pout like a child cross your arms, turning your head away from him, “hmph!”.

“y/n, don’t give me that attitude! you know i don’t like it when you do that”. his stern look turns into a small smirk. “come on, cheer up”.

you keep your head turned away from him, huffing again, “hmph!”.

sae sighs and boops your nose in retaliation, pulling you closer again. “you’re so childish sometimes”.

“i am”, you keep pouting at him. “you are the cutest menace i’ve ever met”, he chuckles and gently strokes your hair. “there, all better, right?”.

you pout again and bury your face in the crook of his neck, mumbling, “better…”.

he chuckles softly. “don’t pout, y/n. you look like a child doing that”. he gently caresses your cheek.

“i am a child”. “you are definitely not a child. your attitude at times might suggest otherwise, but in the end, you’re a fully grown adult”, he nuzzles his nose in your cheek and pulls you closer.

you frown and shake your head in the crook of his neck, “i don’t wanna be an adult!”.

he sighs softly. “it’s not a matter of wanting or not wanting, darling. you simply are”. he kisses your forehead. “now, cheer up, okay? i don’t like it when you’re sad”.

you whine, “fineee”. he smiles fondly and strokes your hair.

“there we go. my little menace is back”.

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