#the first time i did the lady quit like 2 weeks after i started

[suugarbabe]

Softer Side (Pt 2)

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Warning: smut adjacent? Lil fluff

The door to potions slammed open as Mattheo and his gang of friends filed in for class. His eyes met yours briefly before sitting at the table in front of you. “He truly is a right prick isn’t he,” the boy to your left whispered. “Who is?” You asked, not really paying attention to him. “Riddle and his band of miscreants,” the boy stated. You scoffed slightly, “Have you ever even spoken to Mattheo?” Your question puzzled him, “Do I need to?” You rolled your eyes, turning away from him for the rest of the lesson.

When you were finally let out you got up quickly, wanting to separate yourself from the ignorance of the boy next to you in class. You felt someone fall in step next to you. You turned to tell them off when you were met with a dimpled grin. “Hello, Princess,” Mattheo sweetly spoke. You couldn’t control the blush that creeped onto your cheeks, “Hello, Mattheo. To what do I owe this pleasure of your presence?”

“Darling if just my presence is giving you pleasure…” he trailed off, smirk plastered on his face. You rolled your eyes, pushing his shoulder. “What are you really doing walking with me Mattheo? Won’t being seen with a pathetic Ravenclaw ruin your bad boy reputation?” You teased. Instead of playfully jabbing back Mattheo’s face turned serious, “I don’t think you’re pathetic, Y/n.” He threw an arm over your shoulder, “I also was just going to tell you how sweet it is when you defend me.”

“I wa- I mean, I just don’t think people really know the real you,” you stammered. Mattheo quirked an eyebrow, “Oh? And you think you do?” His tone was playful. You hadn’t even noticed he had guided you toward the Slytherin common you as you walked together. “What are we doing here? We’re going to miss Herbology,” you voice was soft. Truly you didn’t care about any class if Mattheo wanted to spend time with you.

“I figured you could tell me what you think you know about me, we’ll be alone in here,” he turned back to the portrait. Password, the snakes hissed. “Pura sanguine.” You rolled your eyes as you followed him into the common room, “Pureblood? How original.” He smiled at you over his shoulder, “Would you expect anything less?”

He led you to the black leather couches. You wouldn’t tell anyone else, but you quite liked the aesthetic of the Slytherin common room. You could see yourself spending a lot of time down here. “Sit,” Mattheo patted the spot next to him. You sat almost too obediently, making a small chuckle leave Mattheo’s throat. You blushed, pulling one leg to your chest and resting your chin on your knee.

“Oh don’t get shy on me now, love. We’re all alone now. So tell me, what do you think you know about me.” He was facing you on the couch, his elbow leaning on the back as he rested his head against his fist. He had his famous shit eating grin, waiting for you to speak. You took a deep breath before starting, “I see you being a good person.” He raised his eyebrows, an amused look on his face before indicating with his hand for you to continue.

“I see you doing good things when you think no one is paying attention.”

“Oh, so you’re watching me, hmm?” You blushed at his words, “I don’t mean to, but after that first time I saw save that girl a few months ago I had to see if it was just a one off thing.” He grabbed one of your hands, tracing shapes in your palm, “And what did you discover, love?”

“That when no one’s looking, you essentially challenge every Slytherin stereotype. I’ve seen you volunteer your time in the library, clean up after your friends, I swear I even saw you laughing with a house elf last week.”

Mattheo smiled at this, “Winky is one funny lady, you should really get to know her if you get a chance.” You shook your head, smiling, “Well if you’re truly this kind and sweet person, why don’t you show it all of the time?” He sat up a little straighter, putting on a mocking tone, “Because it would ruin my bad boy reputation, right?”

“You are…so confusing sometimes,” you grabbed his hand that was holding yours before. “You allow people to have this idea of you, a terrible idea just because of your name, or your parents actions or who you associate yourself with. Why do you do that?”

He shrugged his shoulders, watching your fingers trace the scars on his knuckles, “Because I don’t care about what other people think, I know who I am. Other people’s opinions don’t bother me.” You nodded, “I wish I could live like that.”

“What, you can’t take people thinking you’re smart and beautiful?” Mattheo chuckled. You blushed at his words, “People don’t think that about me.” Mattheo leaned in close, his nose brushing against yours ever so slightly. His breath fanned over your lips as he responded, “Well they should.”

In a moment his lips were crashing against yours. Your hand found it’s way to brown locks, instantly pulling on his curls. He growled into the kiss, grabbing your hips and pulling you to straddle his lap. You rolled your hips down, feeling him grow hard beneath you. He grabbed your hips tighter, bucking his hips up to meet yours. A gasp escaped your lips as Mattheo’s lips trailed down your neck, nipping and sucking, sure to leave a mark or two. Mattheo pulled back, admiring his work.

“These are gonna look so pretty tomorrow,” he smirked, tracing the marks on your neck. Your cheeks burned red as your buried your face in his chest. His hands rested just above your bum, lightly tracing his fingers up and down your back. You felt his chest rumbled as he chuckled lightly, “You know you’re cute when you’re flustered.”

You sat up, pushing a curl off his forehead, “I’m glad you think so.” You sighed deeply, “I can’t believe the Mattheo Riddle just gave me a trail of hickies. What will people say?” You feigned a shock face, placing a hand on your cheek. He grabbed your wrist, placing a kiss on the inside of it, “Why don’t we go see, yeah?” He picked you up by your waist, helping you stand up, following suit himself. He grabbed your hand, smiling as he led you out of the common room.

#harry potter #golden era #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheoxreader #mattheo x y/n #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo x you #blaise zabini #draco malfoy #theodore nott

[natashaslesbian]

Sleepy Bear

Summary: Natasha finds an unusual way to help you sleep

Word Count: 1.1k

Parings (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

Warnings: none I believe :))

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You had no idea how long your girlfriend had been doing this for you. Sleep had never come easy to you, only did you get a rest when your exhaustion would force your body to shut down. Your thoughts leave you restless each night, the anxiety had always been there. Your mom started you in therapy when you were 7, the nightmares should have stopped by then. She tired everything, your mother, each week was a new medication. Your dad on the other hand, he couldn’t have cared less. It was him who marched you into the hospital demanding they scanned your ‘daft brain’ as he put it. There was nothing to be found. Years of therapy only brought the diagnosis of anxiety, much to the disappointment of your father. Dr Grey was a nice lady, but she couldn’t quite solve your problems. You were too young to put your anxiety into words, you just knew it made you too scared to sleep. You stopped therapy after your mom died and your dad refused to pay, you were left to your own devices.

You met Natasha 2 years ago at the coffee shop you work at. She fell head over heels the second she laid her eyes on you, not that she’d ever tell you that. You had your eyes on her too, it took you months to realise that she was purposely going out of her way to visit the shop multiple times a week. It started with lasting looks and then lingering touches when you passed the redhead her iced caramel oat milk latte. Soon you were slipping her extra cookies and then one day she slipped you her number, you never looked back after that day. After a few months you finally let Natasha come over to your apartment, she was horrified at the state you were living in, sleep was the last of your worries. Your dad kicked you out after you told him you were gay, you took what you could and found the cheapest little studio available. The paint was chipped all over, the cooker didn’t work and you were on the verge of eviction. The widow was desperate to move you into the compound, despite your discomfort at the idea. Eventually you agreed to take residence in one of the spare rooms, and surprisingly you settled in straight away. Your life fell back on track after that and you and Natasha had grown closer and stronger than ever, you even shared a room now, Natasha had to move the ring in her bedside draw to Clint’s room.

A slightly sharp corner had you stirring slightly, the assassin quick to flash you a worried glance. You settled again straight away, rolling your face into the cold window. The day you had finally told Natasha about your anxiety was a relief, you cried for hours that wednesday. Since your mother, no one had been so kind. You were so afraid she would run a mile, but she sat with you for all those hours, just holding you. Nat promised to spend every sleepless night with you, lord knows she had her own problems when it came to sleep, but you somehow found comfort in each others restless nights. Often you would take turns in reading to each other, some nights you would go for a stroll around the grounds of the compound. But your favourite form of medicine was the car. Natasha would wrap you up in her fluffy blanket and strap you snug into the passenger seat, the gentle hum and sway of the motor would eventually lull you into a slumber. It took months for your girlfriend to convince you to even try the idea, you hated it at first, what did she think you were, a baby? “I know you’re not an actual baby, but your my baby” she would say “let me take care of you” how she even thought of the plan was a mystery to you and you definitely didn’t want to admit it was working.

Natasha pulled into the 24 hour gas station, the car coming to a scratchy stop. “Mm, Tasha?” You mumbled, half asleep still. “I’m here sweetheart, I just need to get some gas” she said “would you like some snacks? Or do you wanna sleep a little longer?” Your belly rumbled right on cue “choccy biscuit” maybe you were still a baby at heart, “one pack of chocolate biscuits coming right up” the beautiful red head said, oh how you thought her locks were just gorgeous. “You’re so pretty” you whispered, eyes only half open “thank you baby” Natasha laid a kiss on your warm lips and you couldn’t stop the little squeal that escaped you. She wasn’t gone long enough for you to miss her, considering you continued to doze in her absence. You heard the familiar commotion of your girlfriend climbing back into the drivers seat, you peeled your eyes open to give her a sleepy smile “here you go sleepy bear” your favourite biscuits were deposited into your lap and you whispered a small thanks.

You contently nibbled for the 45 minute journey back to the compound, while Natasha quietly sang along to whatever trash was on the late night radio, you always thought they played the worse songs during the early hours of the morning. A quick glance at the clock told you it was 2:36am, Natasha had been driving you to sleep for over an hour, there was nothing she wouldn’t do for you. “I love you” you said, breaking the silence “I love you too y/n” Natasha replied, a bit unsure at why you were suddenly all mushy. “No” you continued “I really love you” a red light gave Nat the chance to flash you another worried look, she softened when you saw your eyes glistening back at her, and the smile engraved on your face “you’re welcome baby girl” you swear she could read your mind. With the conversation at a happy standstill you decided to close your eyes again, just for a little nap until you were home.

When you stirred again, the rough car seat had become your plush mattress and your head was laying comfortably on your pillow. It quickly became Natasha’s as she climbed into bed with you “can I have my own pillow sleepy?” She giggled “no” you sighed, carrying the sound to the end of your breath “it smells like you” you mumbled “but I’m right here?” The widow kindly shot back “oh yeah” you said, eyes still tightly shut, you still failed to roll back over though. “You’re not gonna move are you?” Natasha said, you shook your head against her arm and she didn’t hesitate to haul you up into lap, her arms wrapped tightly around your waist and your head perfectly slotted into the crook of her neck. “Sweet dreams y/n” Natasha wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep that ring locked away.

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I wrote this when I couldn’t sleep and I almost cried

-Astara

#marvel #natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel fic #nat x reader #avengers #fluff #insomia #wlw

[https-florals]

you said, baby, no attachments - r.c.

part one || part two

word count: 2k

summary: after a very stupid, very impulsive night with rafe, you make a lot of  questionable decisions.

warnings: mentions of sex, suggestive!!! friends-with-benefits but without the friends, mentions of drinking, cursing, little angst, little fluff.

a/n:  FIRST EVER RAFE FIC!!!!! i have such a massive crush on drew starkey and tbh i’m shocked ive waited this long to write my bae rafe. anywayssss if this doesnt flop lol there may or may not be a pt 2 im working on!!! my plan is for this to have four parts, but that could change and i might condense it. this is based on casual by chappell roan!!

Stupid things have good outcomes all the time. JJ lives by that phrase, and after hearing it for years, it’s rubbed off on you. But apparently, that’s not a good excuse in an argument with him, and here you are, palms sweaty and slipping off your bike handles, repeating the words over and over and over like you’re trying to convince yourself they’re true.

Today’s stupid thing? Responding to a text from none other than Rafe Cameron. Okay, that’s been your stupid thing for about a month.

You had a little thing going with Rafe. It started at a party, a drunk hookup, neither participant quite realizing who the other was until they woke up in bed together. You had practically run from Tannyhill like the house was on fire, only after both of you fought a little, fucked a little more, and then promised never to speak of it again. You had thought that this pact also entailed speaking to each other, but about a week later Rafe caught you at work, smiled at you, and hit you with some stupid line you couldn’t quite remember. Something about being the prettiest girl in the room, which wasn’t exactly hard, considering you were indeed the only girl in the room as you worked the counter at the country club’s pro shop. When he slipped back his signed receipt to you, there were 10 digits scrawled across the bottom below his signature. 

“Rafe, what is this?” you had to ask, tone a mix between a laugh and a sigh. 

He shrugged, and attempted to grab his bag and run out, but you slid the fancy paper bag away from him. “I thought that we said we weren’t gonna talk to each other anymore,” you had stated softly, smiling at the way his cheeks tinted a little pink.

“Nah, I said I didn’t wanna talk about it,” he stressed, “But talking to you is way different.”

You just rolled your eyes and pushed the bag back to him, and he waved you goodbye as he left.

You can count on one hand all the interactions you’ve had with that boy, and that had to be the oddest. Well, maybe not as odd as having sex with him.

A week passed before you texted him. It wasn’t for anything really important, a scolding, if anything. All you did was remind him that again, he can’t just randomly take his shirt off while golfing. It’s a sophisticated establishment, the old ladies complain, blah, blah, blah. His response?

rafe c. - so you’re saying i distract you?

Yes, unfortunately, that is exactly what you’re saying.

The situations just get weirder, when the first time the two of you hang out is when you call him for a ride to the grocery store. No one’s at the Chateau, you’re out of gas, and every form of transportation you could possibly steal for a bit is with their respective owners. You doubt you could’ve balanced on JJ’s bike anyways.

The ride is a little awkward, but by the end you feel.. Comfortable. At peace, almost, in the Kook prince’s passenger seat with his hand ghosting over your knee. In the grocery store, it’s painfully obvious Rafe has never been shopping for food in The Cut. He’s wrinkling his nose at the cheap prepackaged salmon you buy, with generic bread crumbs. But then he helps you comb through the bell peppers to find decent ones, and carries your groceries to his truck. He even lets you play whatever you want over the aux.

You’re waking up with him in your bed the next morning, pushing him out the window so no one sees him.

And that’s how it starts, and how it continues- brief text convos, long hangouts, good sex and fake nonchalance. He stays true to what he said, and you don’t talk about it. To anybody. That was the whole thing- it was understood that it was a secret. No strings attached, forbidden kind of kook and pogue relations that would have your friends livid.

So why are you so nervous on this particular evening? Maybe it’s because Rafe let it slip to Sarah that you’re hooking up. Maybe cause Sarah just had to say something to John B, who then told JJ, who then fought with you in front of the entire group. Everyone knows, and everyone is telling you you’re crazy. It’s not something you can handle, so when you see that Rafe asked you to come over, you’re hopping on your bike and speeding to Tannyhill. 

When you get there, you automatically rush into Rafe’s room, a sweaty mess.

He’s laying on his bed, in just boxers as he scrolls on his phone. He jumps when you walk in, setting his phone down quick and standing up like you’re the queen or something.

Your gaze tracks to a bottle of lotion and a box of tissues on his nightstand, and you groan and fake gag as you flop facedown onto the mattress. 

There’s an almost soundless little intake of air, but you do hear it, and cut Rafe off before he can even speak. 

“I’m not helping you get off!” you declare loudly, and the boy visibly deflates.

“Come on,” he whines, like a little kid not getting his way. “You came in at the perfect time.”

You roll over so he’s in your peripheral vision, and huff. “I’m mad at you.”

He sticks his bottom lip out, a little mocking as he crawls onto the bed beside you. “Awe, what’d I do now?” Rafe lays on his side, head propped up on his hand as he watches you. He likes to watch the way his lamp reflects in your eyes, and how you roll your eyes everytime you catch him staring at you. His fingers creep up your side, but you push him off. Oh. You really are mad, he thinks.

“Why would you tell Sarah?” you ask, voice quiet as you stare him down. The apples of his cheeks turn a little pink, and his eyes widen.

“Uh, what did I tell her?” Rafe lies, because he remembers exactly what he said to Sarah, and the way her jaw dropped after he spoke.

“I just- I really like her, Sarah. Forget about the sex and all that shit. When I’m talking to her, it feels like…” He’s stumbling over his words, not quite able to say what he wants. “She’s fresh air, and I feel like I’ve been stuck in a room without windows, or some shit.” 

He was never much of a poet. He also remembers the vise-like grip she had on his arm as she told him she would kill him if he ever hurt you. Rafe promised he could never.

But right now he lies, lies and tries to level his voice. He’s a little shocked that you believe him, or at least don’t press the topic further.

“You told her we were sleeping together!” You hiss, lightly smacking him on the side of his head.

He winces, but internally he’s heaving a sigh of relief. He makes a mental note to never get drunk with his sister ever again as you continue to rant. It’s something about the Pogues wanting to kill him (nothing new), along with a couple of jabs about how he’s just the worst, and that he's annoying, and blah, blah, blah. Rafe isn’t really listening, rather just thinking about his stupid decisions. One of which is looking real pretty as she yells at him. Pretty enough to fall in love with. He absentmindedly tucks your hair behind your ear and you instantly exhale, losing your train of thought altogether in record time. It’s like you have the attention span of a damn goldfish around him.

You just groan again, and murmur, “I can’t stand you,” right before you press your lips to his.

Rafe laughs against you, pulling you on top of him in one smooth motion. “Good thing you’re sitting on top of me then.”

His hands slip under your shirt, and your fingers push through his hair. The calluses on his hands scrape against the soft skin of your stomach and catch on the lace of your bra. Hard hands for daddy’s money, you think. Your fingers tuck against his jawline, cradling his face while his tongue slips against yours, his lips curling up when you make any little noise.

You pull back to catch your breath, and Rafe just stares up at you, kind of punchdrunk.

“Rafe?”

“Mhm?” He reaches up to brush his thumb over your lips.

You’re silent for a second as you think about what you’re about to say. ‘What- What are we doing?”

Rafe’s mouth is parted, and you can’t quite decipher his expression as you watch his eyes flick over your face. He swallows, and says, “Whatever you want.”

You don’t really hear him, and blurt out, “I need this to be casual.”

“Casual?” he repeats.

“Strictly like, sex. No strings attached.”

He sits up, pulling you with him so you’re still on his lap but he’s eye level to you. He’s hard underneath you, but you ignore it as you continue to speak. 

“Okay, just sex. Why?”

It’s actually very hard to ignore, literally and figuratively. Rafe is thinking the same thing when you clear your throat and move a little on him, subconsciously. 

You shrug. “Listen, I don’t have the time for anything more than that. Plus, we know we couldn’t date, like ever.”

He nods, fake-stretching as a means to buck up against you. “And why couldn’t we date?” When you give him an incredulous look, he continues, “Just to play devil’s advocate. Not that I don’t agree with you, cause I totally do. I just wanna know what you’re like, thinking, if we’re on the same wavelength, or whatever…” He trails off, knowing he’s babbling and should stop.

You laugh a little nervously. “Okay, Cameron.” You take a deep breath, and hope that what you’re about to say makes sense. “I have an itch to scratch, and the only thing I want to do is scratch that itch.” You pause to think. “Itch that scratch?”

“You had it right the first time,” Rafe laughs, but the lilt of it is a little annoyed.

“Okay, whatever. Anyway, you’re good at scratching that itch.”

He grins with pride, bottom lip tucked between his teeth, and just the way he’s looking at you makes you squirm.

“Really good at scratching that itch,” you exhale a little shaky. “But y’know, I don’t really like you as a person.”

His eyebrows shoot up, eyes wide. “The fuck? Thanks a lot.”

“You’re an asshole, Rafe. Plain and simple. I’m not trying to be a bitch, but come on.” You’re thinking of all the times he’s been an absolute dick to your friends.

He’s thinking about all the things he’d lay down for you. “Not to you.”

Your words evidently sting him a bit, and you go red. You hadn’t really meant to hurt him.

You groan. “You know what I mean. My friends hate you. We just couldn’t work.”

Rafe doesn’t really know what to say. This isn’t really the way he thought this would go, but then again, what did he really expect? Everything is jumbled in his head, and all he wants to do is get high and forget about the conversation. But, even though you basically just told him that he's unlikable, you’re still regrettably pretty, and still on top of him. He grips your hips hard, holding you in place as he rolls against you. “So fuck buddies, but we can’t stand each other?” One hand snakes underneath your shirt to unclip your bra, and he does it faster than you can blink.

“Exactly,” you say somewhere in between both of your shirts coming off. “Just stress relief.”

His hands are hot all over you. There’s a hardness in his gaze that’s so different from the softness of his touch.

“We have to have rules,” you manage to state when you’re shimmying out of your shorts, breathing hard while Rafe toys with the little pink bow on your panties.

“Whatever you want, pretty girl.”

It’s a filler phrase, you think. He must desperate for you to shut up and fuck him, so he’s saying anything. 

He’s still thinking about how he’d do anything for you. Anything.

You still for a second to catch your breath, and say, “No feelings. No staying overnight. And we can’t go anywhere together that we would be seen.”

“Why not?” Rafe groans as your clothed heat slips over him.

“Rafe! People will talk. They’ll think…”

He presses a finger to your lips, effectively shushing you. “That we’re fucking? Well, hate to break it to ya, baby, but we kinda already are.”

“And no calling me baby.”

Rafe ignores you and slips his hand between your legs, and you forget that you’re supposed to hate him.

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[wolfavens]

ghost car of barna road

track 2 - slop 2/2

i wondered how i looked then - facing the shelves packed with discount junk, wearing nothing but thin slippers and my greasy pajamas. i had a scrap of paper torn out of a catalogue crumbled in my fist. it showed a small electric kettle in five color variants. one of them, the cyan one, was circled in bright red marker. underneath, as an added security, my mother wrote in her tiny, neat, schoolteacher’s handwriting: cyan.

they did not have the cyan one.

now, my options were limited. i considered them while sipping cold coffee obtained on the shelf behind me. i was either taking a pastel pink kettle home, hoping the cheerful colour will appease my mother to the loss of the cyan option; walk the two kilometres to the next supermarket hoping to snatch the cyan keetle;

or, my number one contender, returning back to our street, getting inside the rental and driving straight ahead until i hit the ocean.

"this is fucking ridiculous," i told myself.

she is fucking ridiculous. true. what but was i going to do about that now?

i groaned, pulling my phone out of my back pocket. it was half after eight. i was supposed to start working at nine and my hot cup of coffee, shower and peace of mind depended on a fucking cyan kettle that was not where it was supposed to be.

“i have no fucking time for this,” i breathed, snatching a box off the shelf and made my way to the empty cash register.

a smiling lady rang my purchase, asked me about my opinions on weather and, not deterred by my discouraging grunts and deadpan expression, mentioned the kettle i was getting was really amazing, she had it herself, and it looked so nice in her kitchen, she tried to have everything in her kitchen in pastel pink, it brightened up the room so much and made it so lovely, didn’t i think so?

“that will be thirty five euro, love.”

i wondered if i was too czech now. it’s been ten years of cloudy faces and getting snapped at in the shops. a lady at imigration made me cry in my scond week there. ten years later, whatever was happening here, was making my skin crawl. i was no longer used to happy faces and polite chatter. my first instinct was to use the kettle box as a shield and push my way out of the door, overthrowing old people and babies for bonus points. i felt like a stranger in my own home.

the unsettling through followed me down the road to my parent’s door. i tried to block it’s weight with my foot before slipping in, but it clung to my grey leggins. it followed me down the hall to the back sunroom/kitchen, right at my heel like an eager puppy. it was there when i put the box down on the table, there when my mom looked back with a smile, closer when her round wrinkled face fell noticing the delivered goods.

“oh, it’s the pink one,” she said, covering her sadness with cheerful politeness.

“they did not have the cyan one,” i said. “only pink and black. the pink is nice.”

she nodded, taking the box and placing it, very carefully, on the floor by the door. “sit down, i made you some eggs and bacon.”

i sat down in an empty place, facing the back door. my eyes kept returning to the box while my mother chattered.

one time in prague, not much longer after our move, my irish girlfriend got me this vintage jacket at a traveling thrift marketplace. it was the worse wine red colour, with tiny reflective flakes and shite-load of colourful beads strewn harphazardly across the back and it’s too short, not quite three-quater sleeves. she said the second she saw it it reminded her of my “free spirit”. by that she must’ve meant the long dark nights spend getting blackout drunk, shying away from phones which could at any time remind me about your existence.

my “free spirit” jacket became this thing hanging on our dresser door, obscuring a fair amount of the decorative mirror embedded in the frame. everything unsaid between us seemed to cling to it like lint. every argument we had was another bead sparkling in its sleeve. every bloody fucking thing that pissed us off about each other was this tiny reflective piece of plastic that, if the sunshine streamed in through the winddow at just the right angle, would hit you in the eye and scorch your pupil.

i would wake up and see the jacket and all the bad things about our relationship would be right there, reflected in that ugly, dusty piece of second skin.

after a while it became sentient.

it would walk into the room when we argued and point its too short arms at us, throwing out beads to jog our memories. that summer you kissed that other guy when we were dating; i can’t believe you told me you were quitting and lied to my face; the way you acted when my mother came for a visit; why do you never want us to travel home together, are you ashamed of me?; and finally you, you, you, you - but she kept calling you him, like she couldn’t quite remember your name. she called you him and the jacket kept throwing all the beads the colour of your eyes at me until they cut my skin.

finally we broke up and she packed everything she owned up into these huge suitcases she got online. she rolled them across the oak floor-boards that moaned in reply and when she stopped in the doorward for the last time she said: “you know, all you had to do was say was you didn’t like it.”

it took me a while to realise she was talking about the jacket, not us. she left it there, hanging off the closet door, so dusty it looked more grey then red by then.

i looked at the kettle in its snug box now, lying by the canary yellow wallpapered wall, enveloped by a soft pool of light. in wondered if this was the same thing. i wondered how long it will take until all the things i do wrong burst out through the colourful packaging and flood our kitchen floor.

“more tea?” asked my mother in her cheerful sing-songy voice.

“i don’t like tea.” i wanted to say.

“sure.”

from the box by the door, you could hear tiny plastic screws click-clacking in vicious enjoyment.

#simblr #ts4 story #s:gcbr #oc:fiadh #oc:ann marie #it you read my random writing stuff in summer #this is the same with minor edits #so good to skip i guess lol

[danvy121994]

promised pt 2

authors note: hello! sorry for being so inactive but I have lots of exams wright now and I managed to this chapter just yesterday. Hope you enjoy! <3

also I’m new to the world of fan fiction writhing so if anyone can tell me how to respond in the comments it would be amazing! also thanks everyone for the support!

anthony bridgerton x reader

synopsis: after the ceremony, you realise that you won’t be as sad as you thought you would be with the bridgerton

He couldn’t believe that in a week he would be wed to a woman he had never met, in fact he believed that if it wasn’t for that foolish pact that her mother had with her silly little friend, he would have wed sometime in his thirties, not out of love of course, he would have simply chosen the diamond of the season and marry her, it wouldn’t have been that hard since he’s a viscount, but of course his mother wasn’t really fond of his future projects even if over the course of the years his mother actually regretted the decision of marrying him of , or at least that’s what she said; but that now didn’t matter because he was in the only place in which he felt comfortable in past few weeks before the marriage, in his favorites mistress arms, on her bed, after a long night full of desire and longing, but even that couldn’t stop he’s thought on the matter, since he found out about the agreement he’s been asking around about the girl he was going to marry, her mother didn’t knew much she just told him that she was a very beautiful girl and that she was very polite and studious, but that was all she knew, and asking other gentlemen’s led him to nothing, for all he knew she lived on the country side, kind of isolated and has never interacted much with the ton, she appeared for the first time in London during her first season, in wich she got courted from a couple of gentlemen that were quickly sent away, but that was everything he knew, it wasn’t nothing of course, but still, he was marring a complete stranger.

“Come on brother! The worst that could happen its her looking like an ogre!”

needles to say that after sais comment, Colin Bridgerton got rightfully hit in the head by a flying fan, lady Danbury looked at the boy and with an offended tone replayed “ I’ve meet lady Y/S/N personally, and let me tall you, she’s a fantastic woman, she will integrate well with the family!”. Obviously out of all the people that he asked to he didn’t ask lady Danbury, of course! As soon has he got the courage of asking lady Dembury more about you, the priest informed him that the ceremony was starting and not long after the doors of the church opened, The Woman was walking arm in arm with who he supposed was her father, he was an interesting man, not handsome but not ugly, he also managed to have a look at her mother and for her age she wasn’t that displeasing, in fact she looked quite younger than his mother, maybe she was, considering that he didn’t know much about his spouse’s family either, he could only guess. As soon as she reached the altar both her and her father bowed, and since he is a gentleman he did the same, the Woman then stepped up the steps of the rostrum and positioned herself before him; she still had her veil covering her face but he could kind of see her face; and then she took it of. Anthony was pleased of the fact that at least he didn’t have to procreate and look at a hideous face for the rest of his life, in fact she was kind of pleasing to the eye, maybe even beautiful.

After the end of the ceremony he didn’t speak a single word to her, did he think she was ugly? If that was the case then maybe she was more free than she thought, she wouldn’t have to go through the whole horrible experience of having to bed with the Viscount and maybe he would only speak to her when necessary, maybe it was a good thing, she was thinking to herself whilst her mother and Lady Violet Bridgerton were speaking to one another, but that didn’t last long before she was whisked away from a pair of strong arm, when she turned, she saw a girl, a couple of years younger tha her and she was wearing the Bridgerton signature color, light blue, and beside her another girl, much shorter and with a bright yellow dress, that was quite inadequate to the occasion, after a litte bit of explaining you found out about their names, the girl in blu was named Eloise, the one in yellow Penelope Fethetington; the three of you started talking, and for once during the whole day you felt that you were in the wright place with the wright people, “ and I love her ok, but just because she was the diamond last season, now people have high expectations on me and I don’t wanna let them down” Eloise as been talking about this for about an hour, and you felt bad for her, you haven’t known her for long but could already tell how much her family didn’t understand her, from their eyes she was just a troubled girl who was looking for attention, and it couldn’t have been farther from the truth, as both you and Penelope were trying to help her speak of her emotions ,someone , who you recognised as one of the Bridgerton brothers since he was standing with the Viscount at the altar, came in the room in wich you girls were hiding, “ what are you girls doing?” Said the Bridgerton, “ our new Viscountess has to have a ball with Anthony to open the dances” he said looking at you “Of course, my apologies” you said and after bowing, you got whisked by said brother to dance in the arms of your husband.

(another) author note: Hi! I hope you are enjoying my story<3 I don’t know when I’m going to post the continue of this story, but as soon as I can i’ll start writhing again! also I was wondering if anyone would be interested in a mike schimit x reader fan fiction, maybe a one shot, let me know in the comments!

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John Soap mactavish headcannons !

LETTS GET READY TO RUMBLEEE!! Hi everyone! I saw how everyone really liked my last post about price and Valeria !!! So i figured I’ll do our boy soap next :))!! Who should I write about next? I was thinking könig…lmk!!

CW// This is SFW and NSFW!! there will be female anatomy used Lightly, also NOT proof read LMAOO , ANGST! ( warning nurse! Reader, brief death) semi public stuff? Just let me know if I missed anything!!

When you first met soap , you really thought he was WEIRD AS SHIT

He like completely puzzled you with his jokes 😭

You two met at a pub!! He had claimed to think your face was familiar and you told him you worked for army medical. You were a army nurse ! That’s when it clicked in his tiny little brain, because lord knows he’s been to medical lotssss of times.

The first thing that pulled him in was your laugh. When you finally started laughing at his stupid jokes he couldn’t help but smile like a teen boy.

Soap is also good to you! He i a sweetheart and lovessss taking you wherever you want to go, he mostly likes going shopping with your for two very important reasons 1. To make sure no one fucks with you 2. So he can get his favorite candy.

He actually likes watching you shop and be in your own little world! He thinks it’s cute because when he’s focused he does the same thing.

He knows you have anxiety about alottttt of things and he is right there for you! He knows public places scare you because of germs and also just some many loud people

He finds it funny your so loud and assistive at your place of work but as soon as you hit the public you turn into a shy little thing and he adores it!

Especially when you don’t want to bother people, your sitting there with your cart … waiting for this one person to move… and he’s like “ what you waitin’ for lass?” And you jester to the person in-front of you. He can’t help but smile and shake his head at you “ excuse meh’ ! We gotta get by you” he louder then he should of announced 😭

Soap always says the most random funny shit to you, he knows you have quite a gruesome sad job sometimes , so coming back home with him and his humor really helps!!

One day you absolutely came home in tears , you were shattered, your heart felt so so sore. He couldn’t help but immediately sore to you hold you. “ aye aye ..sweetheart what’s wrong-?! Did someone hurt you? Is it your boss again because I swea-“ you just shake your head no. You quietly explain to him through your tears a kid died on you. There was nothing you could really do but make them comfortable but you couldn’t help but feel sorrow. Because you definitely wanted kids with soap. So this scared you. He just holds you so tightly stroking your hair. “ it’s ok sweetheart. You did your absolute best. It’s ok..”

He always know how to exactly get you feeling better. Even if your sick ! You yell at him to stay away from you because you’re sick and have gross germs!! But he literally couldn’t care he picks you up anyways kissing you and hugging you!

He wasn’t very educated on periods at first but you definitely taught him , maybe a little too graphic because after he hugged you and told you how lucky he is to have a dick LMAOO

On your period he like genuinely calls it ‘ Shark week! ‘

He’s the type to say , when you ask him to grab you pads and says ‘ what size pussy you got ‘ PLSPSLLSL

You catch this man listening to the lady Gaga or Katie Perry 100% AND YOU KNOW WHAT HE LITERALLY HAS NO SHAME

He thinks your just the prettiest thing wearing his shirts !! Makes him secretly go nuts

He admires you a lot , the way you have to be up at ASS O’CLOCK in the morning for work and you still make him lunch or morning coffee???? He wants to be YOU when he grows up LMAOO

NSFW

He also like price has a primal urge to make you his baby momma LMAOO

He loves telling you that during sex “ yeah? Like that? You like when I’m deep inside you hm? Gonna’ getcha’ fucking pregnant with my kid.”

He is a MAJOR bitter

He loves biting you everywhere and leaving his marks on you. It’s his favorite thing getting up after you watching you slip on your scrubs and try and cover your neck bites with makeup. He can’t help but cheekily smile

He is also a MAJOR pussy eater , loveessss eating you like a starved man , especially overstimulation.

He will eat you over and over and over till your literally sobbing and saying you can’t anymore ( he of course respects your request)

He is BIGGGG on in public stuff ‼️‼️

Like if your out for a nice dinner you can’t help but send a glare his way as his hand creeps up your thigh. “ what do you think your doing?” You playfully smack his hand away. “ what dose it look like I’m doing hm?” He whispers. “ it looks like your focused on the wrong food.” You keep yourself together as you sip your wine. “ I’m a man who likes his dessert before his dinner what can I say?” You choke on your wine.

DONT even get me started when your out clubbing together going to a pub with a few of 141 to have a good time , you yourself are having too much of a good time. Your buzzed , warm , and feeling damn good, your make up worked out perfectly and your clothes fit you JUST right.

Soap leaves his eyes off you for one minute and he sees gaz and price chuckling as they point to you , clearly having the time of your life in the crowded dance floor , soap is chuckling too until he notices a guy gawking you and obviously too close for his comfort. Your oblivious to what’s happening honestly there’s so many people smooshed together, your too focused on dancing.

He quickly sets down his drink squeezing through people, quickly apologizing. He grabs your waist quickly pulling you close before looking back at the guy that was very close to touching what’s his. Soap quickly says “ step off. She’s with me.” You quickly turn around to see your beautiful boyfriend and smile “ Johnny!! I was wondering when you’d come out here and show off your sweet dance moves!” Obviously teasing him. Because his ass can not dance 😭

Soap hears you and smiles but he’s quietly brewing. Suddenly he’s dragging you to the clubs bathroom. Thank god it’s a single use. “ wha- cmon was my dancing that embarrassing?” You tease him wondering what the hell is happening. “ no love. Not that. Just..” her huffs grabbing you pulling you close. “ people keep ogling’ whats mine. I don’t take very kindly to it.” Your cheeks heat up. You’ve never seen him like this but your not complaining. You didn’t even notice people looking at you. “ well I promise I’m all yours Johnny..” he quickly sticks his lips to yours. Hungrily kissing you , licking into you. “ soap- every one else is gonna-“ he quickly cuts you off. “ let them. I’m having you right now whether they like it or not.”

Soap seems more dominant but he is half and half sometimes he just needs to be your good boy ‼️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️

He absolutely LOVESSSSS when you top him or sit on his face. If he’s tired but still really wants you THATS when he turns into putty in your hands.

He fucking loves when you pull on his Mohawk ‼️ he can’t help but whimper and god damn is so beautiful.

BIG ON PRAISE let that poor boy know he’s doing good!!! Degrading him just makes him feel competitive, then the tables will turn..

He loves begging you to let him cum in you , “ please- please let me cum in you. Fucking hell!- haa- please please. I want you to feel good-“ of course with him you obviously CANT say no!!

He’s also pretty good with after care, he likes taking baths with you because soap does enjoy a good bubble bath!!

Next morning you wake up late because it’s your day off, he’s gone for work already but you smell something? You walk into the kitchen and he made you breakfast and coffee with a small note. “ gotta take care of my girl after she takes care of me , I love ya ! -your secret admirer” and ofc he spells like half of that wrong but its ok because you do indeed love your boyfriend!

Thank you for reading!!! Hope you enjoyed <33

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🗡️ Something Dread, Something Red: Chapter Five

Something Dread, Something Red: Stuck in a proposal to a Marine Commodore, you escape minutes before your wedding in one last ditch effort to avoid getting married to a tyrant. Barely making it to the port of your town, you stumble across a ship just starting to leave and beg for passage off the island. You fail to notice that the people you beg for help, are pirates.

Warnings: NOT EDITED.

To Note: “Red Haired” Shanks x FemReader

Word Count: ~2.9k

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2 Weeks Later

You woke to the gentle sway of the ship, happy to find that the storm that had ravaged the sea the last three days had finally gone. Choppy waters were not pleasant on the stomach. You had learned that in the first few days on board the ship, but the nausea hadn’t taken away from the absolute beauty of the sea. Rolling onto your back, you stared at the ceiling of the cabin and wondered what you would be doing on this day.

It had already taken you a great amount of effort in arguing with the crew to help around the ship so you didn’t feel like you were freeloading off their backs. You’d already stolen Shanks bed from him. A nonnegotiable point he reminded you of every time you brought it up, much to the scowl he found rather adorable. You were his guest, and a lady, on board his ship. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t sneak into Lucky’s kitchen and help out.

Sighing to yourself, you sat up in bed and swung your legs over the side of the hanging bed. You wiggled your toes and looked at the worn bandages Hongo had wrapped around your feet. The healing nicks and cuts were stating to itch terribly, and you were contemplating asking Hongo how long they needed to remain. You were pretty sure that he wouldn’t be happy if you just ripped the bandages off by yourself. So you reached for the makeshift boots and pulled them on by the sides.

You kicked out your feet while reaching for the hair tie Benn had given you, lay. Even with your hair now neatly resting around your shoulders (Benn had neatened up the strands so they weren’t off sided and terrible looking), you pulled it back into a ponytail to keep it from catching on any of the equipment on the ship. So after you did just that, you slipped from the hanging bed and rubbed your shoulder. It too, had started to itch. You’d ask Hongo to look at it later

Of course you probably should ask Shanks, as he was the one to last see it and know if it was healing as it should… but you had been trying your best not to bother him or the crew with their daily routines. You’d already intruded as it were. Well like you had in the past week, you planned on heading to the kitchen to help Lucky out with breakfast for the crew. It was the least you felt you could do. So you trotted towards the door of the cabin and slipped out.

It was still pretty early, and some of the crew were asleep in the same spots they had been drinking the prior nights. Liquor bottles littered the deck. You picked up a couple empty bottles on your way to the kitchen, holding them against your chest while wondering how they could drink this much and still function. Oh well, it wasn’t like you were the one drinking, you’d leave the mystery of curing a hangover to the professionals. Dropping the empty bottles into a crate full of other empty liquor bottles, you stepped into the kitchen which already smelled heavily of breakfast. Lucky glanced up at you.

“One of these days we’re gonna teach you the fine art of sleeping in.” He rumbled, flipping several stacks of sausages. “Ain’t no one telling you to get up at the crack of dawn.”

“It’s habit,” You shrugged in your defense. “Besides, I’ve been getting surprisingly good sleep the last few days… I think being allowed to eat is helping. Also, I’m not hunger over… what can I do to help?”

Lucky wanted to argue with you that you were a guest an no guest on this ship would be put to work… but it had become quite clear that you wouldn’t take no for an answer. For a noble lady you were quite insistent. So Lucky gestured to the eggs he had yet to crack with the spatula he held.

“Haven’t gotten around to fixin’ the eggs yet,” He spoke, shifting the sausages on the flat top around. “You can start with them and whip them up. The men usually have em’ scrambled, easiest to fix large amounts that way.”

“I am half convinced you all are bottomless pits,” You commented, moving to the eggs. Now, you might be severely lacking in cooking, but you had spent a lot of time watching Lucky Roux cook to learn some basics. Like how to crack an egg without getting shell in it or how to chop vegetables, he’d even slowed down peeling carrots so you could see how to do it without cutting yourself. Every member of the Red Haired Pirates was a true gentleman through and through.

It was impossible to count the number of eggs in front of you and you weren’t going to bother counting them. You just got to cracking them in the large bowl set out in front of you. Tap. Crack. Plop. Tap. Crack. Plop. Your nose wrinkled when a piece of a shell decided to drop into the bowl and you had to go digging for it. It didn’t make you squeamish, but it did slow things down because the damn thing kept moving around! After the fifth time you let out a curse beneath your breath (that you’d picked up from the men despite their efforts to not curse around a gentle lady such as you), Lucky eyed you.

“What’d the eggs do to you?” He commented half heartedly. You huffed indignantly and moved onto the next egg, cracking it against the side of the large bowl a little harder than necessary.

“Not break nicely,” You retorted beneath your breath before clearing your throat. “Little bits of shells continually fall despite my efforts to maintain that they do not. My apologies if I miss picking them out.” Lucky blinked at your switch to such formal language, then reminded himself to yell at the crew to watch their mouths better and shrugged.

“Pretty sure the men’ll eat it so fast they won’t even notice, sides’, it’s extra calcium.”

“Well I prefer my eggs not crunchy,” You muttered dryly as Lucky went back to flipping sausage. Soon the entire kitchen began to smell like bacon and you knew that any second the drunkards would wander in drooling and moaning of their terrible headache. So you finished cracking the eggs and cleaned up the remaining shells before beginning the task of beating the eggs up.

It was an awkward job for you as the bowl was big and there were many eggs to beat, and you were still thin and frail from your mother’s strict diet. It often amazed you how easily the men on the ship could lift things like they were made of feathers, or climb up high onto the masts and wrangle the sails, or even Lucky effortless mixing up a giant pot of soup. You couldn’t help the flickers of jealousy that ran through your body.

One day. One day you were going to be strong. Maybe not like them, but you’d be able to hold your own.

Grabbing a cleaning rag, you began wiping down the space you’d been cracking eggs and had gotten egg on. You certainly hadn’t been the neatest or cleanest, but you’d gotten the job done and could crack an egg. So you could theoretically feed yourself when you were on your own, not that you had experience in actually cooking eggs but it was a far cry from where you started. You’d never had to fix your own meals before, but Lucky was taking the time humor your unasked questions and curiosity.

Just as you were picking up a few used cooking utensils, you heard the sound on incoming feet. Two weeks on board the Red Force had given you enough time to pick up on the different footsteps of the crew. Your ear told you that you needed to immediately abandon helping Lucky. Throwing the rag across the kitchen, you scurried over to the counter opposite Lucky and plastered an innocent look upon your face.

Shanks walked into the kitchen, face tired and hand rubbing his eyes. He still looked half asleep, but the moment his eyes caught sight of your frame he straightened up and looked at you closer. Lucky hadn’t put you to work, had he? You blinked at him, your lashes fluttering around innocent eyes framed by lavender.

“You’re up early, Aria,” He commented, further moving into the kitchen and reaching for a glass. “Thought I told you to sleep as long a you want. You are our guest.” Shanks didn’t miss the face you made at his repeated reference that you were a guest.

“I’m up because I wish to be, captain,” You replied eloquently while Shanks filled his glass with water. “Besides, I’ve never felt more rested and I didn’t spent the night drinking.” At your mention of the previous night indulgence in spirits, Shanks winced, remembering that he was hungover. Your beauty always managed to distract him, even from a headache. Shanks pinched his nose and resisted groaning.

“Aye, and I suggest that you keep it that way, madam,” You watched the red haired man grimace before taking a sip of water. “As much as I love a good drink can’t say I enjoy what comes afterwards.”

“And yet you still drink,” You teased the hungover pirate. “I’m beginning to think you are glutton for punishment.”

“No, just a man that enjoys life on the sea,” Shanks replied, enjoying the teasing hint of a smirk on your lips. Before he found himself staring at you, Shanks turned to Lucky and took a deep whiff of the cooking sausage and bacon. The cook had just begun to scramble the copies amounts of eggs on the flat top. “That smells divine, Luck. The men’ll be happy that you got a head start on the food.”

Lucky couldn’t help but eye you, and you questioned whether or not he’d rat you out to the captain. But rather than tattle, Lucky just shrugged and waved his spatula around.

“Grub’ll be up in a minute, wouldn’t be surprised if the crew began nosying into the kitchen.” Lucky said, stirring up the heap of cooking eggs. “Better get your plate now, little lady, before they converge on it.”

“We’re not animals,” Shanks grumbled, leaning back against a counter and massaging his aching forehead.

“Perhaps not but when you are hungry, just about,” You slipped in with a huff and roll of your eyes. As Lucky slipped a piece of sausage onto your plate followed by a dollop of scrambled eggs, Shanks gulped down the rest of his water and watched you carefully. He wasn’t blind to your sneakings, but you were very good at covering your tracks regarding your insistence of helping around the ship. Growing up with a mother like yours he figured you had long since learned how to tread quietly and move in the shadows. Useful skills but a pity that someone like you had learned them.

No doubt you had a hand in this mornings breakfast, there was no way Lucky would have been table to focus on cooking the meat and crack the amount of eggs it took to feed the men. You were a noble lady and a guest upon his ship,  but if you went out of your way to sneak around to help Shanks wouldn’t impede you.

You had eaten your food and washed your plate before making your way up onto the deck to enjoy the sea breeze. Before eating breakfast the men had cleaned up empty bottles from the previous night of drinking. Now while you were standing next to the wheel of the Red Force, you drew your fingers along intricate details carved into wood. The Red Force was by no means a new ship, wood was worn smooth and the sails were sun bleached. But you could also see the care and attention the crew gave the ship.

Metal fixtures were rust free and polished until they shone, there were no places of rotting or weak wood, and it was clean. Not to say that you had any experience with ships before, the Red Force was the first ship you had ever stepped on, but there was no clutter of netting or rope, and everything had its place. You never thought that pirates could be so disciplined with their ship.

“Not that you’ve had experience with pirates before,” You muttered to yourself, trailing your fingers up the steering wheel to brush one of the handles. By far the steering wheel was the most worn and smooth wood on the ship. Just stroking your fingertip along the wood indicated the usage.

“I’m going to take a guess that you’ve never been on a ship like the Red Force before,” At Shanks’ voice, you turned your head to the nearby staircase. He was leaning against the railing, shirt fluttering in the breeze and not eating like the rest of the crew.

“More like I’ve never been on a ship period,” You corrected him, drawing your fingers back from the steering wheel. “This is my first time on a ship, and first time off Kuri Island. Actually, I’ve never even been off the Bonn Manor grounds.” Your words should have been shocking to Shanks, but they weren’t. You were the daughter of a prominent noble family and raised exactly how your mother wanted you. What did surprise him, was that you managed to get yourself to the harbor without having left the grounds of your home.

“Do you miss it?” He asked, slowly closer and watching your body language. You were relaxed, at peace, a sight he was glad to see. But in your eyes still brewed unease.

“If I never see another chestnut in my life, I will die a very happy woman.” You huffed out, nose scrunching. “No, I don’t miss it. I’ve never had this much freedom in my life before and I don’t want to lose that. Sea sickness aside, I like the breeze and watching the water.”

“I can agree with you there,” Shanks came to a stop on the opposite side of the large steering wheel. “Sea sickness is a tough ailment to have, it get’s better the longer your on the water but even the best sailors still get sick time to time.”

“I’ll take being sea sick on occasion if it means I can be free like this,” You murmured, looking out at the churning waves with fondness. Shanks had no doubts that you would bear terrible sea sickness just to be on the water. “I’ll probably have the easiest time avoiding behind caught by my parents if I stuck to being on a ship rather than on land. It would be prudent of me to acquire my own ship.” Shanks couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Forgive me for asking, but do you have the faintest clue how to sail and navigate Aria?” He asked you, his eyebrow raised in inquisition. You pursed your lips, knowing he had a point, but that wouldn’t stop you.

“Not exactly, but I’ve read plenty of books from my father’s library when my mother was out. I will learn somehow.” Of that he had no doubt, but the quality of teaching was just as important as the material and Shanks had a feeling that you might seek help from someone  with ill intentions.

“Come here,” He spoke, stepping in front of the wheel but leaving enough room for you. You raised your own eyebrow at him but did as he asked. Standing in front of the red haired man, you blinked when he pointed to faded marks carved into the rail in front of the wheel. “The first thing you need to know about sailing is the sides of your ship for navigation purposes. We don’t use left or right.”

“Starboard and port, right?” You spoke up, remembering the book you had flipped through on a rainy afternoon after tea time. Looking over your shoulder, you saw a small smile on Shanks’ lips. “Don’t smile at me yet, I don’t remember which is which.” This time he laughed.

“Knowing that we don’t use left and right already puts you ahead of beginners,” Shanks told you before gesturing to the P and the S carved into wood. “Port is the left side of the ship, starboard is right. Bow is front, stern is back.”

“And I see someone needed a reminder,” you said, leaning forward to look at the faded letters.

“Not everyone get’s the hang of it right away, it’s better to have it written down so we don’t get mixed up.”

“Something tells me that it doesn’t help navigating the Grand Line.”

“The Grand Line is no place for a lady such as yourself, get that thought out of your mind,” Shanks told you, his voice and tone serious.

“How do you even know what I am thinking?” He reached up and gently knocked his knuckles against your forehead.

“I can see your thoughts though your eyes, Aria, the Grand Line is dangerous. Even for me.”

“It wasn’t a bad idea,” You muttered to yourself, running your fingers over the wheel yet again.

“No it was a terrible idea,” Shanks corrected, making sure that you were looking him in the eyes. “No entertaining the Grand Line, no thinking about the Grand Line, no planning the Grand Line. Got it?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you are bossy?” You questioned, fully understanding Shanks’ whole Grand Line Bad spiel.The man placed his hand on the wheel and stared insistently at you.

“Yes?” He enunciated.

“Quite so, Grand Line bad, Blues good.”

Date Published: 12/7/23

Last Edit: 12/7/23

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Shenanigans EXTRA (1/2) - A trip to another universe!

Summary: Y/N, Katsuki, Izuku and Shouto goes on an adventure to another universe. Having of each is already enough but two?! Things get weird really quickly.

Warnings: Swear words, sex jokes, horny thoughts

Helpful note:

To make it easier I tried to play around with names to make it obvious who’s who, so…

Izuku - Normal Izuku

Deku, Midoriya - Other world’s Izuku

Katsuki - Normal Katsuki

Bakugou - Other world’s Katsuki

I hope that helps!

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If you want to read the Alternative Universe Arc alone, CLICK HERE! (It can be read without knowing the full story! It’s only 3 chapters!)

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A few months ago in another universe.

Bakugou Katsuki. University student. Hobbies: Drums, nerdy things, Marvel and All Might movies. Secretly collects Pokémon and Yu-gi-Oh cards. Loves Funko Pops. Top student. Drummer in a cool, edgy band. Definitely not a hero but apparently he is one in another universe. Because that shit exist. Yeah. Shocker.

How does he know that? Because he met the love of his life when the gate between the two worlds had suddenly opened. She fell from the sky. Literally. He swears he wasn’t on any substances when this had happened. He does drink quite a lot, don’t judge him, he’s a fucking UNI student, but drugs aren’t his thing. He also have two bozos, Deku and Shouto, who can vouch for him if you don’t believe him. They were also completely sober, even though with those two, Bakugou is never sure. They look high 24/7.

So long story short, this random, absolutely gorgeous lady fell from the sky, she knew them by their names and she also told Bakugou that his other self hates her guts and he got so angry he started crying out of pure frustration, promising this gorgeous girl that he’ll find her in his world and fucking marry her on the spot because Bakugou was head over heels for her the second her lovely butt touched the ground.

Bakugou did not a give a fuck about love before but now he does. Oh hell, he really fucking does. This lady was only with them for 24 fucking hours but it’s been months now and he still can’t forget about her. But here’s the problem; this lady wasn’t Japanese. She was a fucking foreigner living in Japan. Which means, Bakugou had to work his ass off while doing UNI full time to have enough money to fly to her country for a whole month. It was terrible. He had no life, no time for anything, he was tired 24/7 and even though he just landed on this foreign land and he should be excited about it, he just want to fucking sleep for a week, which he won’t, because he only has 4 fucking weeks to find this bloody woman and make her fall for him. No time to sleep here.

“Kacchan, you won’t woo her with a face of a serial killer, you do need to sleep.”

He hates when his best friend is right.

So he sleeps. For one whole day. That will hopefully be enough to rid him of his Gucci bags.

He’s out of the bed by 7AM the next day, fueled by a weird feeling which makes him believe that Y/N is close by - Which would be ridiculous. Meeting her on the first day? Absolutely not possible. Life isn’t that kind and Bakugou doesn’t believe that faith has the power to connect two people out of the blue even though he literally fell in love after a foreigner fell from the sky for him and is literally spending all his money to find her right now. He’s a fucking hypocrite, isn’t he? Yeah, whatever. He believes in faith in a way, he believes that you can feel when you are on the right path, you can feel when you meet the right people, but faith opening the right doors to find the right path is nothing but a fairytale. Again, says the guy whose girlfriend fell from the sky.

With that said, Bakugou leaves the house in his fanciest clothing which only makes him look like half a nerd and not a full one. Should’ve gotten contacts though. His glasses are really fucking nerdy. He can only hope that Y/N likes nerds because otherwise, this mission is a failure from the start.

He decides to take it easy and get some breakfast instead of searching like an idiot. The other world’s Y/N gave him some potential addressees he needs to check but he can’t do this shit with an empty stomach, so he runs into the nearest coffee shop to get some pastries and a big jug of black coffee but some bozo decides to run into him, trying to get through the door first, even though there is enough space for the both of them inside.

“Oi, careful!” Bakugou reprimands after realizing that the girl he just bumped into is much more fragile than him. Because he’s a fucking gentleman. You heard it right, a GENTLEMAN.

Okay. No fucking way. This is a fucking joke.

“Fuck’s sake, this is the shittiest day of my life!” Y/N tries to squeeze past mumbling back in English for some reason, but there is no way Bakugou will let her run away.

“It’s 8 in the fucking morning, silly.”

Oh god. He sounds so lovesick. And his accent is so shitty. The Y/N of the other works spoke perfect Japanese so he must say he’s a little bit uhm… surprised. But at least she speaks English. That’s… helpful.

“The fuck are you so happy for? Did you win the lottery?” Y/N tries to acts nonchalant but her cheeks are dusted red.

“Yeah, I think I just did.” He admits with the silliest smile on his face.

… there goes Katsuki’s plans to be cool. Nevermind.

“Well, you have a weird way of flirting. I’m intrigued.” She answers back. They are literally standing in the doorway, blocking the exit but no one dares to speak about it. What a chill country. Maybe he should move here after retirement.

“Well, it’s far more believable than saying that I’ve met your twin from another universe a few months ago and I was kinda looking for you for several months now.”

“Is it weird that… I can kinda believe that?” Y/N looks into Bakugou’s eyes and that’s when Bakugou completely loses it. His face becomes a mess of emotions, there is adoration, wonder, a weird kind of anxiety he’s never felt before, his urgent need for coffee long forgotten.

“Can we share a table, then?” Bakugou tries his best to sound confident, but his voice wavers when Y/N looks at him with eyes full of rejection.

“Not unless you can help me with my Japanese homework. I have an exam in two days.” She sighs, finally moving away from the door, leaving the lovelorn Bakugou alone in the doorway.

“Well, luckily for you, I’m Japanese.” Katsuki answers in his own mother language, trying his best to not smirk menacingly, but he probably does it anyway.

“Study date with a stranger?” Y/N fucking winks and that’s when Bakugou descends into another world, thankfully, not literally.

“Oh my god, you two, get a table.” The bartender rolls her eyes and it’s weirdly sounds like “get a room.”

~•💥•~

Bakugou and Y/N has a study date. By the end of the day - yes, they’ve been at it the whole day, eating pastries for breakfast, lunch and dinner - Y/N looks like she’s about to pass out, but she has a content smile on her face as she looks at her notebook filled with random notes from Bakugou himself.

Bakugou isn’t the most patient person when it comes to studying so needless to say he did end up yelling at the poor girl quite a few times but instead of the usual resentment he got nothing but cute giggles as a reaction. Bakugou is already head over heels for this version of Y/N. She’s fierce but cute, she can handle his temper perfectly and they just… click. It really feels like they were meant to be.

“Any chance you are the type of nerd who’s great at everything? I also need to catch up on math and English.”

“Same place, same time tomorrow?” Bakugou smirks and Y/N smirks back at him.

“Deal.”

“See you tomorrow, Y/N.” Bakugou leaves a cheeky kiss in Y/N’s hair and runs towards the door, trying his best to hide his red face from the crowd.

“How do you know my full name?!”

Bakugou doesn’t need to think about an answer for this one.

“Faith.”

~•💥•~

Bakugou helps Y/N with her studies every day for the whole month. It’s around the second week when Y/N admits she’s been looking for opportunities to study in Japan. She doesn’t need to say anything else for Bakugou to know there is something more behind that decision than Y/N’s dreams to see Tokyo; the way they are cuddled up on Bakugou’s floor surrounded by random notes is more than enough for him to know that he’s not the only one feeling this weird connection between them.

Y/N kisses him on the lips when they say goodbye at the airport. Bakugou sells half of his clothes to make space for her stuff in his closet after he gets home.

~•💥•~

Now back to the hero world.

“Are we all ready?” You yell loudly to gain everyone’s attention.

“Let’s go!” Yells Katsuki, exhilarated.

“Yes.” Typical Todoroki. He doesn’t even look excited.

“What if we get stuck there? Are you sure you are capable of doing this, Y/N? There must be a limit to your powers, what if something goes wrong and we will be stuck in a weird in-between or in the quantum realm like in that cool superhero film? What if by the time we manage to come back all out friends are dead?! Oh my god….”

Do you even need to say who that was? Probably not.

“Well, have fun.” A grumpy voice comes from the background. “Don’t worry about me being left out. Honestly, no biggie, I’ll just cry myself to sleep, alone in my room while my friends are having a pajama party in a cool universe…”

You would love to be able to bring Eijirou with you as well, but someone needs to run the agency.

“Shut the fuck up you stupid red monkey, I told you I’ll stay back the next time!”

You sigh and decide to just go for it before poor Izuku’s brain explodes from all the unnecessary worry.

Everyone screams. Then they scream some more when they start to fall into eternal nothingness.

You think about the University those guys go to. About the green grass and the benches surrounding the small clearing right next to the University, you think about Midoriya’s eyeliner, their unproblematic smiles and suddenly, a small spot of light appears right under your foot, the spot getting bigger and bigger as you fall and fall and fall until your butts hit the pretty green grass.

“Fucking hell, babe, that was a shitty landing!”

“Sorry, princess, I’ll get you a massive bed for the next time, okay?”

“Fuck you.”

“You wish.”

“Always.”

“Guys, I’m… me is looking at us?! Okay, I’m officially freaking out. Oh my god, I’m wearing an eyeliner. I think I’m going to pass out. Guys, I’m passing out. Oh my…”

“Pay up, halfie.”

“I’m not mad, just disappointed.” Shouto pulls out a note from his pocket and hands it to Katsuki.

“Y/N!” A really gay-looking, lanky nerd jumps on your back and hangs there like a monkey. You decide to show off your new strength by catching the guy’s thighs and give him a piggy back ride.

“Oi, put your filthy arms away from my woman, you nerdy little shit! Also, your other self just passed out on the floor!”

“Oh my god, that’s me?!” Midoriya jumps off your back and goes towards Izuku to take a better look. Todoroki (the other one.) runs back to their bench to grab a bottle of water and sits down next to your Izuku, absolutely ignoring his other self for the sake of your world’s Izuku.

Well, now… it’s really hard not to laugh.

Picture this. There is a passed out Izuku on the ground, surrounded by two worried Todorokis, one lean and nerdy and one looking like a greek god. Then there is this world’s Midoriya, slim and wearing the colors of the rainbow, shamelessly touching Izuku’s massive arms with pure wonder, at least until he looks up to the Greek God Shouto; he stares at the guy with hungry eyes, looking him up and down, and he just says.

“I would let you ruin my favorite underwear in a heart beat.”

Katsuki hollers.

“Oh my god, this guy is Deku? THIS?! Are you fucking kidding me?! Also, you just let your boyfriend salivate over another guy right in front of your face?” Katsuki looks at the other Todoroki who only shrugs at that.

“Well, technically, he is me. So he’s salivating over me just with more muscles.”

That’s fair.

“Hi, I’m Todoroki Shouto. Nice to meet you.” Shouto shakes Todoroki’s hand. Katsuki is about to pass out from all the laughing, still laying on the floor.

“Uhm, hi. I’m also… Todoroki Shouto.”

Awkward silence. Katsuki is dead.

“Okay, while I really enjoy your shenanigans, let’s move to somewhere private before someone gets a heart attack from seeing this shit.” You giggle. Shouto is about to take his boyfriend into his arms when Todoroki stops him.

“I’ll take him.” He takes a deep breath while Midoriya snickers in the background. Needless to say he can’t even lift the guy off the ground. “Nevermind. You can… take him.” He moves away awkwardly, back to his partner’s side who looks at him with nothing but pity in his eyes.

“We will start working out from tomorrow.” Midoriya gives Todoroki a shoulder pat.

Todoroki doesn’t say anything just nods.

Shouto takes Izuku’s body in his arms without even flinching.

“I think I peed a little a bit.”

“Oh my god, Deku.”

~•💥•~

“You are so cute.”

Those are Izuku’s first words after he finally decides to wake up properly, now in Todoroki’s room. This world’s Todoroki blushes like a maniac.

“How long am I going to be ignored? Huh?” Katsuki decides to throw an actual hissy fit, hand on his hips and everything. “What about me?! I look fucking hot too! Don’t ignore me!”

“Yeah, where is the other Kacchan?” Izuku asks the million dollar question.

“Yeah, where is my other boo? I wanna kiss his stupid face for making me realize this guy isn’t just an asshole.”

It’s harsh, but it’s the truth. Without this world’s Bakugou you wouldn’t be here right now. You must thank him properly.

“Oi, don’t ignore me!”

“Kacchan, don’t worry, you look gorgeous, honeybun!” Midoriya decides to save the day. “I love the undercut and damn, that waist!”

“Finally, thank you!” Katsuki mutters with a red face. “Fucking ignoring me, I can’t believe this shit…” He mumbles in the most adorable way and you can’t help but cuddle into him, your eyes full of adoration.

“I love you, you gremlin.”

“Asshole.” He mutters back but he kisses your forehead anyway.

“SURPRISE BITCHES!” Todoroki’s door opens and that’s when it’s your time to loose your shit; seeing this world’s Bakugou again is already enough for your heart to act up but there is another person next to him, none other than yourself. “No fucking shit! No way! Y/N!” Bakugou is right in your personal space, hugging the shit out of you while your other self gawks at the whole scene.

“So that comment before wasn’t a poor attempt at flirting?! Katsuki?! What the fuck is going on?!” Your other self stares at you for several seconds before she finally speaks again. “Damn, I’m hot! Damn, you are hot! The fuck are these people?!”

You are just about to answer your own (?) question when Bakugou makes a move towards your boyfriend, extremely pissed all of a sudden.

“You fucking asshole!” Bakugou attempts to hit Katsuki but needless to say, he dodges it and literally just grabs the guy’s shirt and yanks him up and far away from him, like he weights nothing. “Oi, let me fucking hit you! You broke Y/N’s heart, you absolute moron, you are the e stupidest fucking blonde in the whole wide universe! I’m ashamed of you! Shame! Shame! Shame”

“You know Kacchan is mad when he starts quoting Game of Thrones.” Rainbow Deku adds helpfully.

“Stop fiddling and calm the fuck down! I’m doing my best to not fucking hit you myself for cuddling my girlfriend back then! I was so mad I couldn’t sleep for three days after that!”

“Oh?” Finally, Bakugou stops moving around and just looks at himself (?) with a questioning look.

“Yeah, oh, you fucking idiot, do you think I actually hated her guts back then? I was stupid, but I’ve learnt my lesson so stop fucking trying to kill me with your chicken arms!”

“So, you two…”

“Yeah. I fucking love her. Of course I fucking do. We just moved in together.” Katsuki finally puts Bakugou down, blushing like a school kid.

“We also have a pet pigeon, Steven… wait no. Stephanie.” You put your arm around Katsuki’s torso and pull him close. He leaves a tiny kiss on your forehead again.

“We also have two grand kids. Stephanie just had babies.” You look up at your boyfriend like you are talking about your actual grandchildren and not just about some random pigeons who decided to live on your balcony. Katsuki looks back at you with so much fondness in his eyes it kinda makes you tear up.

“Oh my god, get a room.” Deku smirks at your boyfriend, who smirks back.

“If there is a spare room we can use, I’m happy to oblige.”

“You can use Izuku’s room, it’s free!” Todoroki says right away and Bakugou slaps his own face out of embarrassment.

“Honeybun, you just told them to go and fuck in my room.” Deku puts his hand on Todoroki’s shoulder who gets as red as a lobster when he realizes his mistake.

“Why is human language so hard?”

“Don’t worry, you are not alone.” Shouto goes over to himself with an understanding look. “I’m also terrible at understanding these things. I get in trouble all the time. Or I just get laughed at. Just smile like you’ve meant it as a joke and then they’ll think you are just funny. Don’t ask me why, I don’t understand either, but that’s what I was told to do.”

“Okay, why don’t we sit the fuck down? I’m starting to get dizzy from seeing two of the same people. I need a moment of silence to get my head around this shit.” Your other self speaks up and honestly….

“Same.”

… Last Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Sorry for being so late with this, I finished this chapter ages ago then I forgot that I need to post it? 😂 I was also busy writing the two upcoming series, one Bakugou x Reader and one Kirishima x Reader (different reader) spin-off for this series! Please please please give them a read when they come out! I’m so excited for them!

- I hope it wasn’t too hard to understand who’s who, I really tried my best!

-I’ll try to post the last chapter of this one as soon as I can, I’m almost done with it! I will post the Kirishima one first though, so you guys can have a little peek into what’s coming! 💜

- Thank you for all your support during this series, your comments give me a reason to live 💜

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[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Movie Marathon (Fluff)

2003!Michelangelo x reader

A/N: I’ve just started watching the 2003 TMNT again, and it is as amazing as I remembered it🧡

Warnings: None, other than the spelling google docs didn't catch.

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The lair was unusually quiet that evening. Michelangelo and (Y/N) found themselves alone, the rest of the turtles and Master Splinter had gone off to their rooms, to do whatever they had decided to do. And that worked amazingly with the plans you and Michelangelo had for the evening. The two of you had decided to have a movie marathon, where you would watch all of your favorites. It was something the two of you would do quite often, and that you both enjoyed. Except when Mikey had certain ideas about what movies you should watch.

“Mikey! I don’t want to watch another horror movie”, you yelled as you saw the DVD in your green best friend’s three fingered hand.

“Aw! Come on (Y/N)! This one is really good!”, your orange clad friend exclaimed, holding “Lovers Lane Blood Massacre 2: Revenge of the Hook Hand Man” up for you so you could see the movie cover.

“I said no Mikey! I don’t want to watch another horror movie. Especially not what happened after last time!”

You did not need to remind Mikey of what happened the last time, when you watched “Lovers Lane Blood Massacre 1: Hook Hand Man Awakens”. You couldn’t sleep for two weeks without at least one of the turtles standing guard in your living room - which usually would be Mikey.

“Aw shell”, Mikey sighed, throwing the DVD back into his collection. “You’re probably right about that”.

“Probably? No Mikey, I am always right”.

“Oh, how could I forget!?”, Mikey said in a teasing tone, slapping his forehead dramatically. “The lady is always right! Excuse my forgetfulness”.

“The lady has forgiven you”, you laughed, as Mikey started to dramatically ask for forgiveness.

“Great”, Mikey said, placing a hand over his heart. “I can breathe calmly again. Then what would you like to watch?”

“Anything else Mikester, just not horror movies”.

"Ooh, so we're talking all the classics then! Action, comedy, maybe even a little romance," Michelangelo replied with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, his hands rubbing together.

“See, that I’m into!”, you smiled. “Bring me your best Mikey Man!”

And with that they two of you settled in the cozy couch of the lair, surrounded by an assortment of snacks from the kitchen and a stack of DVDs. The first movie kicked off, and as the night progressed, laughter and banter filled the air. It was a good old comedy. The comfortable silence between lines of dialogue spoke volumes about the easy friendship you two shared.

As the movie went on, you couldn’t help but laugh at the bad jokes. And each time you laugh, Mikey found his attention being drawn towards you more than the movie. For the longest time, Mikey had found himself captivated by your face whenever you laughed. The way your eyes would narrow and your lips widen, showing off where your dimples would be. It was a sight to behold, and Mikey enjoyed it everytime. He often found himself doing crazy things, just to make you laugh. He even loved the way it sounded. And nothing made him prouder, than knowing he was the one causing that smile.

As the credits rolled on the third movie of the night, Michelangelo turned to you with a grin. "That one was epic! Who knew movie marathons could be so much fun, right?"

You nodded, a smile playing on your lips. "Absolutely, Mikester. Thanks for the awesome idea."

The lair dimmed, the only light coming from the soft glow of the TV screen, as names rolled from the bottom and up. A quiet moment hung in the air as Michelangelo hesitated, glancing at you with a hint of vulnerability.

"Hey, (Y/N)," he began, his voice softer than usual. You noticed how he started fidgeting with the padding on his knee. "You know, I really enjoy spending time with you. You're like the best friend anyone could ask for".

You felt your heart skip a beat, a warmth spreading through you. "Mikey, you're an amazing friend too. I'm really grateful for our adventures and all the laughter we share".

Michelangelo's gaze lingered, and a moment of unspoken understanding passed between them. In the dim light, you could see a mixture of emotions flickering in his eyes - a depth that transcended the goofy exterior he often displayed. It was rare that you got to see Michelangelo like this. He wasn’t really comfortable with being too serious. But when he had to, you were one of the few people he could do it around.

"Actually", Mikey continued, scratching the back of his head. "There's something else I've been wanting to say. It's just, um, kinda hard to put into words".

You felt a flutter of anticipation, your own emotions mirroring Michelangelo's. "Mikey, you can tell me anything. We're friends, right?"

He took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto yours. "Yeah, we're friends. But, you see, I... I think I might feel something more. Like, something beyond friendship, you know?"

The confession hung in the air, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. You processed the words, and a smile crept onto your face, causing Mikey’s heart to skip a beat. "Mikey, I think I might feel the same way".

A weight lifted from Michelangelo's shoulders, replaced by an exhilarating warmth. The air buzzed with a newfound energy as the realization settled in.

"Really?" he asked, a mixture of surprise and joy in his voice.

"Really", you confirmed, reaching out to gently squeeze his hand. "Would you like to turn our movie marathon into date night?"

Michelangelo grinned, his eyes sparkling with happiness. "Totally! Best movie night ever!"

Mikey started another movie, before returning to the couch, placing an arm around you. To no one’s surprise, it was a romance. And as the main title started rolling, Mikey couldn’t help a certain thought from sneaking its way into his head. He had had that thought several times before, but now it finally seemed like it could become reality.

“Hey, (Y/N)?” His heart was beating in his chest. You could feel it through his plastron.

“Yeah, Mikey?”

“Can I… Uhm… Can I kiss you?”

You looked down trying to hide your blush. Mikey saw it and felt like he was about to pass out. You were blushing at the thought of kissing him?

“Yes you can, Mikey”.

Mikey was nervous when he finally let his lips press against yours. It was a soft and tender kiss. Mikey’s first kiss. You couldn’t help but laugh when you pulled back and saw him smile like an idiot. Damn he was adorable.

The rest of the night you and Mikey would hold each other tight, and exchange small kisses every now and then, all while watching the rest of the movies you had planned for the night.

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[rorywritesjunk]

Let’s be one another’s present tense

Buggy ‘rescues’ you from an abusive situation, and after a less than stellar introduction, he has you audition for his crew to keep you safe. You want safety, security, and joining a circus seems like the best idea.

Rating: R-ish for now. Warning: Swearing, brief nudity, snarkiness to one another. A/N: This has been sitting in my head as I worked it out for an Anon’s request. I have been really intrigued by this and wanted it to be just right. Also, it gave me the chance to ask my circus obsessed friend about different routines and we bounced some ideas off each other. This is also a touch different than other things I’ve written, which is why I’ve been taking so long to work on it and get it posted. Enjoy!

Title comes from “Crater Lake” by Lady Lamb.

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 (NC-17) + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @neuvilleteismybby @fluffybunnyu @sinning-23 @the-angriest-angel @ane5e

Chapter 3

Settling into life in the tent was easier than you thought. The cot wasn’t that comfortable but you had a blanket and a pillow and it was your bed that you didn’t have to share. No one on the crew made any comments about the newcomer sharing a room with the Captain, but they knew better than to start gossiping. And it was just the room, not the bed. That was very clear and you were grateful for the space.

Though Buggy needed to work on not being naked in the room when you were in there. In the weeks since you arrived, you had woken up at least five times to a very naked pirate getting dressed and while you shrieked at him the first three times, the fourth time you tried to pretend to be asleep while the fifth and final time you allowed yourself a moment to see what he looked like underneath the makeup and uniform. You liked seeing his long hair that he kept hidden away, and he was quite hairy on the chest and stomach, with the color matching what was on his head. You tried not to look down further past his waistline, but you got curious and so you looked and well, damn. 

He caught you looking that morning and said nothing, but he winked at you before pulling his pants on.

You couldn’t look him in the eye the rest of the day. 

You were ending your fourth week at the circus, now having been there a month. Your black eye was long gone, bruises healed, and you were already feeling more rested from your time in the tent. You had acquired an old Marine uniform for your gig, somehow finding enjoyment in wearing the uniform while pretending to drown. Buggy wanted you to make it a performance with you faking the drowning while you held your breath under water. He refused to let you go longer than three minutes and there was a freak ready to pull you out of the water if you tried to push it. 

And while it was… different having someone looking out for you, it was nice. You were friendly with them now, some offering you tips on your performance to get the reactions from the audience (who, as you learned, had no choice but to watch the show as they were chained to their seats). It was, for you, a nice restart to life.

You interacted with your captain the most when you were in the tank, practicing holding your breath. He did it ever since your audition and you wondered if he was worried over you pushing yourself, but at the same time, he also paid that much attention to the others, though he started waiting for you to get out of the tank with clean towels to get you dried off faster and Cabaji was standing by with a hot cup of tea for you. 

No one else got a hot cup of tea, just you, but it was just to warm yourself up after being in a tank full of cold water for almost an hour. Lemon ginger seemed to be what was available, and after you mentioned in passing to Cabaji about once having a lavender and mint blend, you were surprised to have it a week later. Cabaji said nothing as he handed it to you, though he glanced at his captain as Buggy handed you a warm towel.

You didn’t say anything to Buggy but you did smile at him as you took a sip of it. He pretended not to notice.

After a month in the tent you felt a little more comfortable with him. You called him Captain, he called you Cupcake, but occasionally you’d call him an asshole when he annoyed you or he’d call you a diva if he felt you messed up your routine (how do you mess up holding your breath?). It was chaotic at times, the two of you throwing petty insults at each other while everyone listened. 

After one rehearsal, where you kept coming up for a breath every 45 seconds, Buggy finally couldn’t take it. 

“Did you forget how to hold your breath already?!”

You spat water in his direction before splashing some out of the tank at him. “Hard to concentrate when you keep staring at me through the glass, you asshole!”

“I’m making sure your technique is right!”

“You don’t even know what I’m doing!” You shot back. “Why don’t you get up here and show me?”

“Did you forget something?” He looked at you like you were an idiot as his hands popped off his wrists. Oh, well, you kind of did forget he couldn’t get in the tank because there was occasionally sea water mixed in and you didn’t think it would be fair if the captain drowned during your practice routine. One hand flipped you off while the other went to the top of your head, dunking you under water just for a moment before returning to Buggy. 

You came back up and grabbed onto the ledge, sticking your tongue out at him before your helper hoisted you out. Buggy didn’t wait around with towels, but Cabaji was there with your tea while you climbed out of the tank and went down the ladder. You took the cup and grumbled something about annoying captains and he needs to shut up while taking a few sips. Cabaji did get you one towel in the end, which really didn’t do much to dry you off, so you marched back to your shared room, leaving a wet trail behind you. 

The room was empty, which was perfect because you didn’t need him critiquing you getting undressed. You shut the door and set your tea down before grabbing a dry pair of pants to put on.

“‘Oh, I’m just making sure your technique is right!’” You repeated mockingly as you pulled your wet clothes off and draped them over a chair. “‘Oh, did you forget how to hold your breath?’ Blah blah blah, I’m Buggy, I know everything even if I never did that routine before.” You dried your face with the towel before moving onto the rest of your body. “Asshole, distracting me while I’m trying to practice not drowning.” 

“I wasn’t distracting you, just making sure you weren’t distracted.”

You stopped what you were doing and turned around to throw your wet towel at him. He managed to enter the room without you noticing and he was lucky it was just a wet towel you threw at him and not your tea. You were very naked and you really didn’t need him in the room with you while you were that exposed.

“Really? The door was shut!” You snapped as you hastily pulled a pair of pants on. You didn’t grab a shirt so you went to the wardrobe to find one, grabbing the first thing you saw. It was one of his, but honestly, you didn’t care because you didn’t need to be yelling at your captain while topless. “Learn to knock, asshole!”

“It’s my room first!” He shot back as he threw the towel on the ground. “You get the privilege of sleeping in here, so watch it or you’ll sleep in the lion’s cage!”

“At least the lion wouldn’t barge in on me when I’m naked!”

“You’ve seen me naked countless times! What’s the big deal?”

“I told you to stop being naked when I’m in the room!” You exclaimed. “Boundaries, Captain, boundaries!” 

 “You never said anything about me being in the room while you’re naked!”

“I shouldn’t have to!” You rubbed your face as you sat down on his bed. “It’s like talking to a brick wall.”

“At least I’m better looking than a brick wall.” He grumbled as he kicked the towel away. You sighed and nodded.

“You’re not wrong about that.” You retorted. “I’d rather look at you than a brick wall. You at least talk back.”

Buggy crossed his arms and just shrugged as he looked you over. “Well, you seem okay. Just don’t drown. Cabaji likes having you around and he’s been more focused since you arrived.”

Huh, weird, okay. You shrugged as you looked up at him, your hair damp and hanging loosely around your face. It was a bit of a nuisance in the water and you thought about cutting it short, not to mention drying it was obnoxious. Buggy looked you over again before he walked over to you. He reached out and touched a lock of your hair before tucking it behind your ear.

“You need a better hairstyle, Cupcake.” He told you as he pulled his hand back. With how loud he was, passionate, intense, he had these random moments of being soft and gentle around you which completely threw you off. You never knew when to expect it but you liked seeing it wondering if he was like this with the others. “That’s the next thing we have to work on. It’s only been a month, y’know, but I want you to look your best when you perform.”

“What d’you have in mind for my hair?” You asked. You almost regretted it because he was now grinning at you and in the short time you knew your captain, that grin meant something chaotic was about to happen.

~

So, you didn’t really hate the haircut but you didn’t love it. 

Neutral, you were neutral, and you whispered to yourself that your hair will grow back. You shouldn’t have let Buggy near you with a knife after you two argued, and you made the mistake of telling him he was getting your hair way too short and… he may have taken a chunk of hair off that he didn’t mean to because you jerked away from him suddenly. 

At least he evened out the mistake by doing the same to the other side. 

Your hair was shorn on the sides, with it tapering up to the top of your head where he trimmed it so you still had some body to your hair. You could style it if you wanted, letting it stick up in any direction, or let it sit on the top of your head. Cabaji thought you copied his style, and maybe you did, but his hair was at least longer and could easily comb over to either side. Your hair looked like you let someone with a knife too close to your head and that someone didn’t quite know what they were doing, but they wanted to try it anyway.

Yea, you weren’t going to let Buggy near you for a haircut again.

“It’s going to grow back, it’s going to grow back.” You chanted quietly every day for two weeks. Admittedly, having less hair meant you spent less time drying your hair, and you now didn’t have to figure out how to keep it out of your face when you were getting out of the water. Before it was just a rubber band, but your bangs had been at that length of too long to be out of your eyes but too short to be in a ponytail and since Buggy gave you a new style, your bangs sat just above your eyebrows now. 

It wasn’t a terrible haircut and he had looked rather proud of his work. He even gave your cheek a pinch when he was done, and it didn’t really hurt but your skin was pink where he touched you, and honestly, you were starting to get used to him touching you.

A month and a half under the tent and you were seeing that Buggy was often touchy with his performers. Not in a creepy way, but his hands would guide them to make sure they hit their mark right, or he’d detach his feet to use as markers for Cabaji to steer his unicycle towards. It was at your seven week mark that you saw him start to get a bit touchier with you.

He kept a hand near the tank while you practiced holding your breath, ready to pull you out if your helper wasn’t fast enough. His other hand would take the tea from Cabaji and give it to you by the time you got down the ladder while he walked up to you with warm towels. The hand that was at the tank grabbed a towel and draped it over your head to help get you dry faster. You appreciated the help, recalling your audition when several of your fellow freaks swarmed you with towels, drying you off quickly to make sure you were okay. 

Now it was just the captain taking a few minutes to help you out.

It was kind of nice. He made sure your hair was dry before wiping your face with the towel, though you had to tell him to be a little gentler as he poked you in the eye twice. 

“Oh please, that’s not the worst thing I can do to you.” He said with a smirk as you stuck your tongue out at him. “Watch it with that or I’ll cut it out.” 

“You haven’t yet.” You shot back playfully as you draped the towel over your shoulders. “I’m going to change into dry clothes so please don’t walk in on me this time.”

He winked at you and you just rolled your eyes as you left the area. The banter was something you started to get used to. Yea, you two still got into petty little arguments, but who didn’t when you worked together? Buggy knew what he wanted from his performers, and while you never ever thought you’d be any kind of performer, you found you liked it. You liked the reactions from the audience, and you liked watching the others perform (watching someone breathe fire never ceased to amaze you). 

Honestly, you wished you joined the circus sooner.

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Enamored [46] - Vices and Virtues

A.N: Last 2 chapters!❤ I hope you’ll like this one my loves, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤

Summary: Good things come to those who wait.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, mentions of sex, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of pregnancy.

Word Count: 4300

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In all honesty, this plan seemed easier when it was merely a plan.

Putting it into action though? That was a whole different story.

For the last week, the ton hadn’t stopped talking about your potential divorce and how your marriage was doomed. You knew you were supposed to be happy that everyone believed your deception, seeing that it would work in your favor, and you had managed to convince yourself it was a good thing so far-

Until now.

Your doubts were nonsense, they really were. Anthony and you’d had a wonderful night just like you always did, with him sneaking into your room after every member of the staff had gone to sleep. You had woken up craving each other as usual, but the problem was that both of you woke up a bit late, so the staff was already around the house.

Yet, it wasn’t enough to stop you.

You had managed to be quiet so as not to be heard by the staff but when you were finished, unlike before, Anthony didn’t have the time to hold you in his arms, or whisper sweet nothings into your ear, or even kiss you the way he usually would. As soon as the footsteps of the staff started echoing around the hallway, he hurriedly got into his trousers, pecked you on the lips and left through the shared door to his own room, leaving you there, almost dazed.

Last night was perfect, and so had been the morning—up until that point.

For some reason, that was what made those doubts in your mind about whether his love for you was fast withering as the ton said much louder than before. It didn’t help that Anthony had left even before the breakfast, so when Cecily came to drag you outside so that you could choose the paintings you would use for your upcoming ball from her museum, you still weren’t feeling so well.

“It’s such a lovely place,” you commented as you and Cecily sat in front of a painting and she smiled at you wide.

“Is it not?” she asked. “I still cannot believe that it’s mine.”

“Elias can have good ideas, as rare as they are,” you pointed out and she let out a giggle before putting a hand over her slightly swollen stomach, making you smile softly.

“Do you feel better?” you asked. “With the morning sickness?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Well, I’m getting quite used to the morning sickness, that’s something.”

“Is it that bad still?”

“Mama says it gets slightly better in time,” she said. “And you?”

“Me?”

“You look a bit…” she trailed off. “Is everything alright?”

You paused for a moment, then tried to smile.

“Of course,” you lied through your teeth. “I’m just tired, I sent all the invitations yesterday and was up all night planning the last part of the scenery in the ballroom.”

“I must admit, I knew your ball would cause a great expectation within the ton, but even I didn’t see that theme coming,” she said. “I’ve never been to a Vices and Virtues theme at a ball before, neither has anyone in the ton. So many people are excited about it, I’ve heard them before I visited mama this morning.”

“Really?”

“Oh yes,” she said. “Absolutely. It’s the perfect ball to end the season. Do you want to hear the gossip?”

“Sure.”

“A lot of men are coming as vices because they think it’s more fun, and as expected a lot of mamas are going to make sure their daughters come as virtues because it’s fitting to unmarried ladies, or so they say,” she said. “What is Anthony going to be by the way? Lust?”

That managed to make you smile and you took a deep breath.

“Well, that was his first idea,” you said. “But then we realized Elias is going to be there, so…”

“Mm, good point. Then?”

“He will be Pride,” you said. “It’s quite fitting if you ask me, at least for when we first met.”

“I would say your costume should be Modesty to go along with his Pride, but I doubt modesty fits you,” she pointed out, making you scoff a laugh.

“I’m not that bad!”

“So will you go as…love?”

“I’m not going as a virtue,” you said. “I’m going as a vice.”

Cecily gawked at you and blinked a couple of times. “You’re going as a vice.”

“Yeah.”

“Y/N, all ladies are going as virtues.”

“Not me.”

“Oh everyone will lose their minds,” she muttered. “What vice will you be?”

You tilted your head. “Wrath,” you said. “I already ordered my gown, it will be blood red and my jewelry will be all rubies.”

“Blood red?”

“Yes.”

“The whole gown?”

“Yes.”

“My goodness,” she said. “Everyone will talk about it until the next season.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “It’s the sign of a well-planned ball.”

“Or a scandalous one.”

“Scandal is in my blood, remember?” you asked and nodded at the painting. “What is this called by the way? I don’t think I’m familiar with it.”

“Oh it’s Truth, Time and History,” she said. “It shows that… that history is a witness when time reveals the truth.”

You raised your brows.

“Can I borrow this one for the ball as well?” you asked. “It should go well with…well, what has been happening lately.”

“Of course, but on one condition.”

“What?”

“You will tell me what’s wrong.”

Your eyes snapped up to hers before you shifted your weight. “I told you, I’m tired.”

“Yes well, forgive me for not believing it,” she said. “Y/N, what is it?”

You bit inside your cheek, dragging your gaze from her to the painting again.

“We share everything, will you really not tell me?”

“It’s not that,” you muttered. “It’s just that….I’m genuinely tired, Cece. Of this pretending.”

A look of realization dawned on her face. “Y/N.”

“At first it was fun,” you murmured. “But it’s not anymore.”

“It’s almost over.”

You scoffed a bitter laugh. “If you say so.”

“No, really—Anthony said it himself that Frederick claimed he could help him with aftermath of divorce, about the land he will give you,” Cecily insisted. “It’ll be over soon, you’ve held on this long. Don’t give up now.”

You heaved a sigh and she sat up straighter.

“Did you talk to Anthony about it?”

“No because I can’t,” you said. “I can barely see him during the day, and most of the time he comes home in the middle of the night. Anytime I’m within anyone’s earshot I’m supposed to have fights with him, and we’re almost never alone—besides, what am I going to say? It was my decision to go with this idea, he wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t ask him to.”

“I know it’s hard,” she said, reaching out to hold your hand. “I know, but I promise you, it’s almost over.”

A silence fell upon you and you took a shaky breath.

“I hope you’re right,” you said. “Because it’s starting to feel less like we’re pretending each day.”

                                              *

You had cut your trip to the museum very short, and had gotten back home around the afternoon. Unsurprisingly, Anthony wasn’t home and you still had hours until one of the vendors would arrive to go over some of the decorations you had ordered for the ball, so you went straight to bed, telling Lucie that you were feeling a bit under the weather and didn’t want to be disturbed.  

You missed him. It was simple as that, even though you lived in the same house, you just missed kissing him, being with him, actually talking to him, enjoying a stroll outside, waking up in the same bed with him.

You laid there for nearly an hour, waiting for the sleep to come just so that you could perhaps wake up feeling better, but it felt nearly impossible. You were so lost in your thoughts that the noises coming from the hallways and the usual chatter of the staff was almost inaudible to you until you heard the fast footsteps approaching and the door opening, making you frown and turn your head. Anthony closed the door in an instant and strode to you.

“What happened?”

“Anthony you probably shouldn’t be here, if the staff sees or hears you—”

“Lucie said you were feeling sick,” he cut you off, pressing the back of his hand on your forehead to check if you had a temper, that familiar warmth filling your heart. “I will send for the doctor—”

“I am not sick,” you told him, trying to smile. “I just felt tired a little so I decided to lie down, that’s all.”

Anthony’s dark eyes searched your face, his brows furrowing in confusion.

“Tired?” he repeated. “You?”

“It happens, as it turns out,” you rasped out. “I’m as surprised as you are.”

He shook his head. “No, that’s not normal,” he said. “The doctor must see you immediately.”

“I’m not sick,” you insisted. “No need for the doctor, I promise. I’m just…”

He swallowed thickly, worry etched in his handsome features and you reached out to smooth down on the frown lines on his forehead, your heart skipping a beat.

“I thought you’d be outside today?” you changed the subject. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah,” he nodded and entwined his fingers with yours. “More than alright, I actually came to tell you something.”

“What?”

“Do you think you can come with me to the study?”

You bit inside your cheek, then pursed your lips.

“I don’t want to fight today,” you said. “The staff is already convinced, and I don’t think it’s necessary right now.”

He shook his head fervently. “No it’s not for that.”

“Well then, I don’t think it’s a good idea if—”

“I have a gift for you.”

“…A gift?” you asked, blinking a couple of times in confusion. “What gift?”

“I can bring it here but I left it at the study just now, before Lucie said you weren’t feeling well.”

“No no, I’m fine,” you said almost instantly and pushed the covers off of you, your stomach doing a happy flip. “What did you get me?”

Anthony smiled and raised your hand to press his lips on the back of it.

“Come to the study in five minutes,” he said and kissed your temple, then walked out of the room. You tilted your head, that fog of the gloom clearing out just a little though not completely from your heart, then cleared your throat and checked whether you looked nice in the mirror before leaving the room as well.

You made your way downstairs and looked around to check whether any member of the staff would see you, but it seemed clear enough so you softly knocked on the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind you in a haste. Anthony’s grin widened and he made his way to you, then covered your eyes with his palm, making you giggle.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s a surprise,” he said as he went behind you and walked you towards his desk carefully. You reached out your hands as if that would help you not to fall, and you rounded the table, then stopped.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

He lowered his hand and you looked down at his desk, then held your breath upon seeing the thick leather bound ledger.

“You got me a ledger!” you said with a happy smile. “To keep the accounts for the ball, I love it!”

He let out a chuckle. “You’re supposed to open it darling.”

“Oh!” you said and reached out to open it, furrowing your brows. There were many different sketches of a beautiful house—a manor, in fact— in the middle of tall trees and a lovely flower garden. It seemed familiar somehow but you couldn’t put your finger on it especially without seeing the rest of the street, so you grabbed the next sketch, showing the interior of the house. You let out a breath, running your fingertips over the sketch of the foyer, then turned to him.

“I don’t understand,” you admitted. “What is this?”

Anthony’s lips curled into a grin.

“Do you remember how I said your wedding gift wasn’t ready yet?” he asked. “Now it is. It’s your house, my love.”

Your breath got caught in your throat and your eyes snapped up to his, the sudden excitement making your head spin.

“…What?”

“The paperwork is finally completed,” he said and pulled the paper from underneath the sketches. “The moment you sign here, it’s yours.”

“It’s mine?” you asked, gawking at him. “You got me a house?”

He nodded, obviously pleased with your reaction.

“You’re jesting,” you managed to say in disbelief, “Anthony you—surely you’re jesting.”

“I’m not and it’s all yours darling,” he assured you with a small laugh. “Waiting for you in Paris, whenever you want to visit.”

Your jaw dropped.

“In Paris?” you asked and all of a sudden you realized why the house looked familiar.

“Wait a moment,” you whispered after a beat, looking at the sketches again. “Wait, Anthony this house—”

“You told me about the street you grew up in,” he said with a soft smile. “And apparently, one of the houses there was put on sale around the time we got betrothed.”

Happy tears rushed into your eyes and a sob climbed up your throat as you flung yourself to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He lifted you up, holding you tight and you let out a teary giggle when he put you down, then you pulled back to look up at him.

“I thought—” you wiped at your eyes in a haste, “I feared it was coming true…”

“What was coming true, sweeting?”

“That you were losing your love for me,” you admitted. “The way we have been pretending.”

He scoffed a chuckle. “What?”

“It doesn’t matter—”

“No wait,” he told you. “Tell me. What made you think that?”

You swallowed thickly and bit on your lip.

“This morning,” you said. “You left in a hurry, so I thought perhaps all this deception was somehow affecting your feelings for me, that it was making you love me less.”

A look of realization dawned on his face and he cupped your cheek, caressing over your cheekbone with his thumb.

“Darling, nothing could make me love you less,” he said. “And all this deception is just that. A deception for the ton, not each other.”

You entwined your fingers with his, heaving a sigh.

“And as for this morning,” he said. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware that it would make you think that. I left in a haste because if the staff saw me in your room…”

“I know,” you said slowly. “I just miss you, that’s all.”

“I miss you too,” he said, nudging your nose with his, making you giggle. “But you know what I thought of?”

“What?”

“After this whole act is over,” he said. “We can go to Paris and see if the house fits your taste. Like a second honeymoon?”

You beamed at him. “Really?”

“Mm hm,” he clicked his tongue. “That is if I’m invited.”

“Oh if you’re invited?”

“It’s your house after all.”

You hummed, pretending to think about it.

“Well I suppose I can grant you that favor,” you teased him before the thought flashed in your mind and you held you breath, “Can I decorate it?”

“It’s yours my love, you can do whatever you want with it.”

You covered your mouth to hide your gleeful squeal, bouncing on the balls of your feet before you tugged him down by his shirt so that you could kiss him. His arms sneaked around your waist as the familiar desire burst through you, and you pulled back to shoot him a mischievous smile.

“Would they hear us do you think?” you asked, nodding in the direction of the door and he smirked at you, then lifted you up to sit you down on the desk, making you giggle.

“How quiet can you be?”

“I don’t know,” you said, almost shrugging your shoulders in a nonchalant manner before you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer. “Let’s find out.”

                                               *

The next day you had woken up much better than earlier, and you had to try especially hard not to let anything slip in front of the staff. Even though you wanted to skip on your steps and hum a song, you knew you were supposed to pretend to be upset, so after Anthony had woken you up with kisses and left to meet Frederick, you took a long bath and spent your entire day going over the preparations for the ball. You had yet another meeting with another vendor and you and Lucie met him in the yard so that you could talk to him about the scenery in garden.

“So what I mean is, Mr. Kilby, I want the yard’s setting to be the complete opposite of the ballroom’s setting,” you said. “The ballroom will be more focusing on soft and pleasant things symbolizing virtues, the yard on the other hand will symbolize vices, so anything dark and dangerous.”

“I understand my lady,” he said. “I’ve heard you’re putting a small fountain in the ballroom to mimic a waterfall?”

“Yes, and it will be surrounded by a decoration of flowers all around the ballroom,” you said. “I still cannot understand how exactly that fountain works, the vendor kindly explained yesterday but…”

He smiled at you. “You have your expertise, we have ours my lady.”

“That is why I’m not questioning it,” you joked, smiling back. “So for the garden, I want the opposite of it. While the ballroom is to look peaceful and ethereal, the yard should look like—”

“A den of vices.”

“Precisely,” you said. “And I’m told that your fireworks are absolutely the best in the country, and I was hoping you could help me.”

“It’d be my honor, my lady.”

“I want the theme to be fire in the yard,” you said. “Something big and loud, and intimidating.”

“I have the right product for that,” he said. “How long do you want the firework show to last?”

“Around half an hour, so that all guests can see it on their way in.”

“Half an hour…” he murmured to himself, scribbling something on his notebook before he nodded to himself and ripped the paper to give it to you.”

“The number of fireworks and the price my lady,” he said. “If you’d like to show it to Viscount Bridgerton as well.”

You took a look at the number and nodded. “I’d like to put in the order now actually.”

“Of course my lady,” he said. “I’ll start working on them when I get back to my shop. And if I may suggest something?”

“Certainly Mr. Kilby, please.”

“There’s a circus in town as you’ve probably read about,” he said and you nodded. “I did business with them last year, so they know me. How would you feel about having fire breathers in the yard, as a part of the performance as well?”

You gasped, pressing a hand over your chest. “Oh my goodness, I would love that!”

Lucie cleared her throat and shot you a look, and you heaved a sigh before turning to Mr. Kilby again.

“And is it completely safe, Mr. Kilby?”

“Yes my lady, I can assure you it’s very safe,” he said. “If you’d like, I can talk to them and come back tomorrow with their director around this time?”

“Oh I appreciate that so much,” you said. “And please know that Viscount Bridgerton and I will make sure to recompense for your help in fixing this meeting as well.”

“You’re very generous my lady, thank you,” he said and walked away from you and Lucie raised her brows at you.

“Fire breathing?”

“Just imagine it Lucie!” you motioned at the yard. “The ton will go insane!”

“The ton will go insane when they see your gown my lady, I doubt you should set someone on fire to make it certain.”

“It’s safe!”

“It’s fire!”

You waved a hand in the air. “It’ll be fun, I promise.”

“If a lady or lord that I don’t like catches fire, I’m not going to help you extinguish it,” Lucie pointed out and you held up your hands.

“Fine, I’ll ask someone else to throw water on them,” you said. “Happy?”

“Very.”

You let out a laugh and linked your arm with hers.

“Great,” you said. “Now come with me to the kitchen, I need your opinion on the dessert options.”

For the rest of the day, you had been so busy that you had barely gotten the time sit down. It felt as if you were running everywhere, and it was only around dinner time that you felt like you could stop working on the ball. Anthony was still outside, so you had dinner alone and once it was over, you insisted Lucie to join you for a glass of port in your bedroom before going to bed.

The last thing you remembered before falling into a deep slumber was that you so desperately wished for Anthony to be there beside you, and that was why when you woke up to his soft kiss on your neck, his pleasant scent filling your nostrils, you were half convinced that it was a dream.

“Anthony?” you mumbled, your eyes fluttering open to find him sitting there on the bedside, his fingers slowly caressing your hair. “What time is it?”

“Three in the morning.”

“You just got home?”

“Yeah,” he said. “But I have a good excuse. I had to make sure.”

You rubbed your eyes, still trying to wake up. “Make sure of what?”

“That we had what we needed,” he said, his smile widening. “Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“I got it.”

You furrowed your brows. “You got what?”

“A land contract with Frederick’s signature on it,” he said, his words washing away every trace of sleep from you, and he reached inside his waistcoat pocket to pull out a paper. “I got it.”

You sat up straight in bed, your heart beating in your ears. “He signed it?”

“He signed it.”

You snatched the paper from his hand to look at it, your eyes darting over the lines as you covered your mouth.

“How?”

“Well, we drank some and I brought up your mother and her divorce,” he said. “And how I needed a new house to send you away after divorce away from London, and… he had this ready, and he tried to feed me some nonsense story about how the name in here belonged to a friend of his, and how purchasing this land would be good for me. I told him I would look it over tomorrow when I sobered up.”

You let out a breath. “Oh my God.”

“I know, and I wasn’t even tipsy. Who could’ve known all that drinking with Eli would actually pay off? My tolerance is extremely high at this point.”

You blinked a couple of times, still holding the paper tight as if it could disappear any moment.

“We have the proof,” you whispered. “Anthony, we have the proof!”

He nodded and you hugged him tight, unable to stop the smile on your face before you kissed him.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too darling,” he murmured, caressing your cheekbone. “See? It’s over now. No more of this silly deception, or fake arguments or sleeping in different rooms. I’ll get it to the court tomorrow, and by nighttime he will be away from you forever, punished for his crimes.”

You looked down at the paper, then furrowed your brows, your thoughts like a storm in your head.

“When you give it to the court,” you said. “It takes them a day then?”

“Well, he’s an earl and forgery and fraud is a capital crime,” he said. “So it will take them less than usual, I’m guessing a day. Why?”

You nibbled on your lip and looked up at him.

“If he’s captured tomorrow, not enough people will see it.”

“It will hit the papers very fast darling.”

“Yes but—” you said, gritting your teeth. “He dragged my mother’s name through the mud in front of the whole ton, Anthony. He deserves to go through the same.”

Anthony tilted his head. “Do you want him captured in public then?”

“Do you think he’d get suspicious if you stalled him a couple days more?”

Anthony shook his head. “No, not really. I can just tell him I’m drafting my appeal for divorce to the parliament, that’s why I didn’t get the chance to contact my accountant to buy the land yet. Why? What do you have in mind?”

You smiled slightly.

“Well, the ball is only days away,” you said. “And the whole ton will be there, and most importantly my whole family will be there. I think we all deserve to see him dragged out like the traitor he is.”

“You want him captured at the ball?”

You nodded your head. “Yes. It’s already a celebration, I don’t see why we can’t make it a celebration for two occasions. Our love and my revenge.”

Anthony chuckled. “If that’s what you want,” he said. “Yeah. I can give it to the court in the morning of the ball, and to make it better I can give them the exact place he will be that night.”

You tilted your head at the paper before meeting Anthony’s dark gaze.

“Good because I want the whole ton to see when he gets what he deserves,” you muttered, your smile widening. “And I want to enjoy that view from a good spot.”

Chapter 47

#anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton #bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #regency fic

[despicablebisexual]

Out of Touch by Hall & Oates

part 1, part 2, part 3

Jotaro Kujo x Ex-wife!Reader

You and Jotaro meet for the first time in six years. When you try to dodge the encounter, he convinces you to sit and drink, and have a nice talk.

warnings: alcoholic consumption

Spring of 2003, Tampa, Florida

“Mom~”

You turned on your side, hoping for another five minutes of sleep.

“Mom~”

You ignored Jolyne for another second or two. The girl quieted down for a second and you thought your prayers had been answered and she had retreated from your room. Just as you approached the edge of unconsciousness, a heavy form jumped onto your stomach and woke you.

“There you are mom!” Jolyne, your strong willed eleven-year-old said.

“Hi, Jojo,” you smiled weakly, a bit winded from her jumping on top of you.

“I’m hungry,” she declared. 

You looked over at your bedside table where the clock laid. 7:14 am. So much for sleeping in on a Sunday. 

“Okay,” you took a second to rub the sleep out of your eyes. “I’m up, I’m up.”

You shooed her off you so you could climb out of bed and make your way to the kitchen, her quickly running past you.

“Can we have pancakes? Ooo what about waffles though! Can we have both?!”

You laughed at her indecisiveness. “How about something a little healthier?”

“But mom,” she groaned.

“Hey! We gotta keep those muscles strong! You can’t do your best if you don’t eat well,” you reminded her.

When she was eight, Jolyne had come home from elementary school whining about how all the other girls in her class played softball and she wanted to too. You were hesitant at first, telling her that just because everyone else is doing something, doesn’t mean she has to do it. After a few weeks insisting she should be allowed to play, you finally agreed. Jolyne had always been a rambunctious and active kid, so you reasoned that sports would be a good outlet for her to let out that energy. After she had a few recurring disciplinary incidents, softball was sounding even better. 

To your satisfaction though, after most of the girls quit, Jolyne kept going. After one season, you became a full fledged softball mom, wanting to constantly show up to support Jolyne. She was currently in her third season on her travel team.

The only gripe you had about softball was that it never dwindled her energy, in fact, she seemed more lively. Considering she was up this early the day after she had an all day tournament, you could only sigh. At least she wasn’t getting into as much trouble.

A knock pulled you from your thoughts. “Jojo, can you go get the door?”

“On it mom!” she yelled over her shoulder. A few seconds later and you heard the familiar squeal Jolyne let out whenever your current boyfriend, Anthony, arrived. He liked to stop by in the mornings often.

“Oh shit,” you muttered, hurrying to grab the leftover wine bottle and glass you left out from last night. You did a quick breath test and attempted to fix your flyaways as Anthony came into the kitchen.

“Hey pretty lady,” he said, swooping in to steal a kiss.

“Gross!”

You laughed at Jolyne’s antics. “I was just getting ready to start breakfast, you hungry?”

“I would love to but I’ve got to get to the firehouse, lots of paperwork to do. I just wanted to stop by and say hi.”

You hummed as Anthony turned around to start play fighting with Jolyne. You turned back to contemplate what to cook. The longer you looked at the contents of the fridge and pantry, the better pancakes sounded. Looking over at Jolyne’s bright smile, you gave in and reached for the pancake mix. While you prepared the batter, you sent Jolyne and Anthony to run outside and retrieve yesterday’s mail. Anthony carried her outside on his back.

Alone, your thoughts wandered over your two year relationship. Anthony was a very attractive man: tall, dark, and extremely handsome. He worked as a fireman, which matched his heart of gold he seemed to have. You two had met when you and Jolyne moved from northern Florida to Tampa, him introducing himself at the bar your new neighbors had offered to take you to. After just sitting around and getting to know the local gossip, you had gotten up to order a drink from the bar. When some asshole bumped into you and spilled your drink all over the counter, Anthony, who had been friends with the culprit, offered to buy you a new one. 

Although back then it had been four years since you and Jolyne’s father, Jotaro, divorced, you were hesitant to accept Anthony’s invite to go out for coffee. After your close neighbor had incessantly annoyed you about it, she eventually convinced you to go out with him and the rest was history. Completely ignorant to the world of stands and evil, he was a nice place to take sanctuary in.

“Mom! You got an important letter from your job!”

“Hm?”

You turned back from pouring the batter into the pan to see Jolyne handing you a letter while still hanging from Anthony’s back. The letter was addressed to Y/n L/n from the Speedwagon Foundation. Worried about the contents, you tore it open and began reading.

“Well, what does it say?” Anthony asked.

You sighed a breath of relief. “They’re giving me an award for my recent research publication.”

“Woah, no way! Congrats babe!”

Anthony kissed your temple while you let the growing anxiety fade away. You honestly had been expecting it to be a letter detailing a new stand user issue. While you did work in the Speedwagon Foundation’s research sector, they also had you hunt down concerning stand users. Having been doing so since you were seventeen and went on the 50 day journey to Egypt.

“When are they giving it to you?”

“This Saturday, 7pm.”

“It’s a date then!”

**********

“Thank you so much for watching her. It’s not often I get invited to 21+ venues.”

“It’s no problem, y/n, really! We love Jolyne like one of our own.”

Your neighbors, the Williams’, bless their hearts, were about the only family that you had ever trusted to watch Jolyne. Being a stand user as well as working in a dangerous research field, you had a penchant for attracting all sorts of evil. When you gave birth to Jolyne, there had been complications with the delivery and you ended up having to be rushed to a nearby emergency room instead of going to the Speedwagon Foundation like you planned. Everything was going well until Jotaro ended up facing off with a stand user impersonating a night shift nurse. He ended up nearly beating the woman to death, and ever since that day, you had been living life constantly looking over your shoulder for Jolyne’s sake.

After divorcing and moving to a new area, you were hesitant to let then five year old Jolyne play with other children or go to their houses. After thoroughly observing and testing your neighbors by running background checks and consistently bringing out your stand at random intervals to see who would look, you concluded that the Williams’ were not stand users and that their daughter did just want to be friends with Jolyne. It worked out in your case because you soon had friends to rely on, and could find a babysitter with ease.

Now getting ready for the banquet tonight, you stood in front of the mirror doing your makeup just how you liked it. While adding finishing touches, your cell started ringing and Anthony’s contact ID popped up.

“Hey babe.”

“Hey, y/n! How are you beautiful?”

“I’m good, just getting ready for the ceremony.”

“That’s great… Hey listen babe, I don’t have much time to talk but I can’t come tonight. I’m sorry for the late notice but one of the guys’ wife is having their kid and he needed someone to take his shift. It’s gonna be overnight so I won’t get off until about 8am.”

You frowned as you looked down at your nails. You already didn’t want to be heading out anyway for a silly award, but now that Anthony wasn’t coming, the desire to stay home was sounding really appealing.

“Y/n?”

“Hey sorry, spaced out.”

“Are you mad?”

“No, no. Don’t even worry about it. I’m just gonna go, get the award, and come home. I’m not feeling staying out tonight.”

“Alright, well stay safe. Have fun and call a cab if you drink anything.”

“Okay, dad,” you teased him.

He laughed. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” 

The phone beeped when you hung up.

**********

“Right here is fine, thank you.”

You handed the cab driver some money before shouldering your purse. The foundation had rented a banquet hall for the ceremony. Along with you and your research team, a few other people were also receiving awards tonight. Consequently, the crowd was extremely large as people from all over the company (lots non-affiliated with the stand research division) were gathered for the big event. Dinner would be served at commencement, then some words from the current CEO, awards next, and finally happy hour. You planned to slink away immediately after you got your award.

“Y/n!”

You turned to look for the source of the voice and found a few of your colleagues from your research team standing around a table right up front and center waving at you. It seems like you all were the big honorees of the evening. 

“Hello, congratulations everyone.”

Lucas, a fellow from the team, came up with a waiter following him with a tray of champagne flutes. The drinks were quickly dished out. 

“Congratulations to you, our fearless leader, who without you, we would have never got the funding.”

You snorted. “Well it’s easy to bust balls when I know all the higher ups. That’s one thanks I can give to my ex-husband.”

A few chuckles could be heard before the emcee asked people to take their seats. You turned around to quickly down the champagne before sending a silent plea to the waiter for another. The drinks could at least help with your nervousness. 

**********

“Wow, no one told me I’d have to speak!” you nervously chuckled.

“Um, I’d like to thank my team. Everyone here did so much investigation, tests, wrote up reports. They seriously put in the overtime.”

Your eyes scanned over the large crowd watching you. Your team was the last to be awarded, so everyone was patiently waiting for you to wrap up so cocktail hour could start.

“I’d also like to thank my daughter, Jolyne. I can’t tell you how many times she made me coffee in the dead of night while I stayed up working.” That remark earned you a chuckle from the audience. You felt a little looser knowing you made them laugh. As you looked around, your eyes landed on a familiar pair of blue ones way in the back of the hall leaned against the wall, staring you down intently. You swallowed thickly, not believing it to be the last person you’d ever see here.

“Uh, thank you for the award.”

You briskly walked off stage and back to your table, already grabbing your purse and other belongings. The emcee got back up to announce the bar was once again open, and cocktail hour had begun.

“Y/n, wait!”

Lucas reached out a hand to stop you from rushing off. With a small amount of shame, you turned back to see your team staring at you rather quizzically. 

“Why don’t you enjoy a couple drinks with us?”

You silently prayed for whatever entity resides above to strike you down right there. While you really wanted a drink right now, you’d rather do it alone in your house where you could wallow in the silence between sips.

“I really need to-”

“Come on, one won’t hurt!”

Lucas and the rest of the team flagged down the waiter for a round of a stronger drink this time. By some sick and twisted fate, your evening was just beginning.

**********

“You’ve got to be kidding me! You’re not even drunk yet?”

You smiled at Melina, another girl from the team, as you nursed your beer. A few rounds of shots had been dealt and the rest of the team was pretty drunk. You on the other hand, better at pacing yourself than them, were just beginning to feel the buzz. The alcohol had done well to soothe your anxiety, but the nagging feeling of being watched remained.

“I’m going to grab another drink,” you announced.

Making your way through the throngs of people, you arrived at the bar and flagged the bartender down.

“I’ll take a shot of tequila, thanks.”

“Wanna start a tab?”

“I’m paying for her,” a booming voice said as a debit card was slapped down.

The bartender quickly disappeared to run the card, and you contemplated running when you realized who was standing beside you. 

Swallowing your anxiety, you refused to make eye contact with him. “You didn’t need to do that.”

“Call it a gift for your award.”

“The only gift I want from you is to leave me alone.”

Jotaro sighed next to you, leaning on the bar so he could stare down at you. You still refused to look at him.

“Don’t make this difficult, y/n.”

You snorted. “Where have I heard that line before?”

Distantly, you recalled the night he placed the divorce papers on the table and announced he would be staying at a hotel while things finalized. He had told you the exact same phrase while you ugly cried and interrogated him. The whole night was underscored by Jolyne sobbing away in her room.

The bartender arrived with the shot and set it down. You quickly picked it up and slammed it, setting the glass back down.

“Thanks. See you around.”

You set off to leave, but a strong arm pulled you back. 

“Jotaro,” you warned.

Jotaro dropped your arm before sighing. He took off his signature hat to run his hand through his hair. “Can we just talk?”

You stared at him in surprise. On the outside, he looked like the exact same Jotaro you once knew. Donned in his signature flashy style with a face that could kill. But his eyes held an emotion that wasn’t the normal fire in his soul. For a second, when he asked you to talk, he almost looked mournful, like he was trying to save something. In all the years you had known Jotaro, he was never once concerned with matters of the heart. If anything, he would rather get pummeled over and over again than admit he had feelings. You glared at him before sitting down on the barstool. 

“One drink. You have the time it takes me to drink one drink.”

**********

“What’s that supposed to be?”

“Tch. Don’t play dumb y/n.”

You looked down at the small black box Jotaro had placed in your hands. Never one for lots of words, Jotaro had just explained he had a gift for you before putting the case in your hands, a small engagement ring looking back at you.

“I’m asking you to marry me?” he said, his hands shoved in his pockets and eyes casted to the side.

“Why?” you blurted out.

Jotaro sighed and took his hat off. In a rare moment of vulnerability, he kneeled down in front of you while you sat on the bench in the park you two were at.

“Because you’re the only person in this fucked up world I could ever love; I could ever trust. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Jojo…” you started as you teared up.

He caught you as you practically fell into his arms while repeating yes. 

**********

What was supposed to be one drink, quickly turned into one drink and a shot. Then Jotaro ordered another shot for the two of you, then one more for good measure. You weren’t stupid, it was easy to tell when someone was building up liquid courage.

The conversation first began with him asking how you and Jolyne had been. You rolled your eyes and told him ‘fine,’ stating that she was making friends and a star on her softball team. Jotaro remained amicable in spite of your passive-aggressiveness. The more he got you talking about your daughter, the more you began to open up to him. It was nice to know he still wanted to know about her, even if it was the bare minimum. As the night went on, he somehow convinced you to show him a few pictures of her from your phone and you two quickly began reminiscing on the days when she was just a toddler and barely walking around. Eventually the conversation shifted to his life and search for the stand arrows. He told you about his uncle he discovered and you gasped at the revelation that Mr. Joestar had cheated on Suzi Q, the woman who became like another grandmother to you when you and Jotaro were married. When you two came home from your first semester away at college and announced you had gotten eloped, Suzi Q and Jotaro’s mother were the only people to support you initially. It hurt to know she had been emotionally backstabbed.

“He’s lucky he’s an old man now, or else I’d seriously kick his ass for doing that to her.”

For the first time in a long time, most definitely due to the fact that he had been drinking all night with you, Jotaro laughed. And when he laughed, the whole room shook with him. It was the first time you had heard it in years and it put a loopy smile on your face while you laughed with him. When he realized how loud he was, catching the eyes of a few others, he quickly quieted down, a twinge of embarrassment and anger easily seen on his face. Upset he stopped laughing and worried he might cause an uproar (being the hothead he is), you reached over and placed a hand on his. He looked at you with surprise, before turning up his hand and offering you his palm. He smiled as you giggled at the action. 

As the conversation progressed, it was clear that you were both exuberantly drunk, but it didn’t stop you from ordering one last drink.

“You sure can put them away now. You used to puke after two shots back in college.”

You snorted. “I’m well practiced now.”

You looked down at the time on your phone, not realizing it was soon approaching 11:45pm. Looking up and around, you noticed how the hall had seriously cleared out, most of the initial crowd gone.

“Shit, it’s late.”

You stood up and looked at him, a bit sad this night was coming to an end. The alcohol had opened up all the scars on your heart and reminded you of how much you missed him, but the small-voiced rational part of your brain was reminding you that things couldn’t stay like this.

“I’ve got to go. It was nice catching up, Jojo.”

Wanting to leave on a positive note, the drunken devil on your shoulder convinced you to lean in and give him a chaste kiss on the cheek. Completely normal, right? 

“Y/n, wait.” 

Jotaro grabbed your waist and pulled you further into him, your chests colliding. He was still sat on the barstool, so you were somewhat even in height for once, meaning your breaths mixed in the air. It was a familiar position that had both of your hearts pounding rapidly.

“I’ve missed you calling me that.”

His hand was heavy on your waist. Not wanting to lose balance in your stupor, your arm landed on his shoulder. 

“You used to tell me you hated being called Jojo,” you whispered teasingly.

He huffed and looked down. “I was lying.”

He looked back up to you with eyes as deep as oceans. “I don’t want to be anything except your Jojo.”

You softly gasped and he took it as his chance to pull you in for a soft kiss. Your lips barely moved against each other, just savoring the fact that they were once again reunited. 

Once upon a time, Jotaro would have handed you the world on a silver platter. It wasn’t by coincidence that you got married so young. You two were passionate, devoted, in love, but seasons change and people do as well, and Jotaro could no longer fill the superman-esque job he had been born into. At this point, it had been six years since you two divorced. Both twenty-six then and thirty-two now, he felt more like a stranger than someone you used to love. After having had so long to contemplate your relationship, you wondered how much of it would have happened if you two had never went on that journey. Seeing so much horror at seventeen scarred you two, and you definitely had a relationship built upon a trauma bond. You questioned often if it was ever love, or just comfort in shared pain. 

Now though, so many years later, with your lips pressed together, there was no mistaking the spark between you two. All the misery you’d experienced in the world of stand users was flushed away at his hot touch. Even if it was just momentary, you knew he could love you the same way again.

“Let me take you home,” he breathed over your lips.

One look into his pleading blue eyes and you knew without a doubt there was no coming back from this.

#jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro x reader #angst

[draclula]

”Magic and Desserts”

lyney x f!reader

chapter 2

Author’s note: This chapter got very delayed for which I am very sorry. A lot of things have happened in my personal life and some technical problems popped up in the process of editing the second part. Also just started working on the 3rd chapter!

word count: 2.2k

“‘Lyney, the..’ no way.. THAT WAS LYNEY ‘THE’ MAGICIAN??” you try to keep your voice down but the surprises just keep coming. Your brother hanging his had in disappointment but still smiling. “You are a lost cause. How can you forget his face?” he asks, looking at you under his brows. “I have only seen him ONCE. But he DID look familiar.” you taunted yourself with the image of his face while getting the coffees on the serving tray. “He invited me to go and see their show this Saturday. Can I go?” you asked quietly. “Well, their shows are a big deal and a lot of people will most likely be there to watch it. Hm, it’s too early to say, let’s wait some more, okay?” his ‘deep-in-thought’ face was on display, turning around so he can see the customers. “Okay.”

Thru the remaining week, your mind was occupied with the show and it’s needless to say your spacing out caused you some burns here and there while making new desserts. It was obvious to, your older brother, Arouet that you wanted to go and what else would he do besides leg you go and watch it. Once again, it’s needless to say your face lit up. The only thing he did is ask for your instructions of how to serve your sweets to the customers. “And there should always be a flower on the right side facing you, remember?” you were teaching you older brother the right way to decorate them with  dry edible flowers. “Is it that important?” he asked a bit confused with a sweat drop on his left cheek. “Well, the presentation is very important. It makes the customer more intrigued and-“ “Yea, yea I get it, it’s all manipulation of the mind and blah blah blah. Oh, look at the time, shouldn’t you be waiting for the Aqua bus already?” he cut you off and looked down at his watch. “Ah, you are right! Don’t forget how to tuck in the napkins!” you remind after taking your basked beside the inside counter and coat from the installed hanger near the door. “I won’t, now sho!” he yelled at you while crossing his arms and smiling warmly.

As Lyney peaked out behind the red velvety curtains to spy on his audience he noticed your place was still empty. A little sigh escaped his lips, but the show had to start soon and even if he wanted to - he couldn’t wait for you to show up much longer. 

“Greetings, ladies and gentleman! This evening we are here to appreciate the great show that Lynye and Lynette have prepared for us!” the showman introduced the young twins and the curtains were going upstairs. Him and his sister were holding their arms together up in the air, chests puffed out and hands holding together in a lock. People were cheering and clapping loudly getting up from their seat, impatient as to what was awaiting them! And just then, in the middle of that chaos, your figure appeared on top of the staircase that was too, covered in a red coloured carpet. Even if nobody noticed, his eyes softened with relief. As you walked down, you were also looking around to find your seat. It was just right next to the steps. Quite convenient as you needn’t go through people’s seats and bother them with going right in-front of their view. 

“Thank you, thank you! It’s our pleasure to have such pleasant people here to watch our magic show!” the audience died down now seated and waiting for what Lynye has to say. “I am sure you all know that a magician’s most recognisable feature is his hat.” he says, lifting his own hat up from his head “So I could like to start with showing you what a magician can fit..” he pats it on it’s bottom in attempt to make something fall from it “..into this tiny space. But first, so you can believe the reality of all this I will be needing an assistant that will be one of you” kids and adults started waving their hands and yell ‘Me! Me!’ to signal him that they wanted to participate. Lyney mimicked a ‘thinking hard’ face with his hand on his chin, squinted eyes and a pout, walking in circles around the stage. “Hmmmm, who should I choose? All of you look like worthy candidates!” he said thoughtfully and then his eyes landed on you, who was quietly sat. “Ah, why such a young lady not raising her hand! Aren’t you exited?” the magician questioned. Now all eyes of the auditorium were on you. “What do you all say, why don’t we show this young lady what a magic show is about?” he turned to the rest of the audience. Screams of excitement started to echo between the wall of Opera Epiclese, hyping you to go and take part in the show. You were nervous, but thought it could be rude to you refused so you got up from your seat and started making your way to the podium. “Everybody, please, let’s encourage her with applause!” and clap sounds filled the air. All of this made you more nervous and just as you started to walk up the stairs you tripped on the next step. Blush from embarrassment appearing on your cheeks, Lyney crouched down as to make sure you didn’t hit yourself, lending you a hand. “Now, now! We don’t want for you to get hurt!” he smiled softly, looking up, you grabbed his hand and he helped you up. “Why don’t you introduce yourself?” he smiles at you, leading you to the centre of the podium “My name is [name].” you say quietly, smiling and facing him. “Alright [name], hold my hat.” he hands you his hat “Now look inside. Tell us, do you see anything inside?” you looked inside and it was empty “There is nothing in here.”. In the crowd there were people saying ‘Show us!’ so they were sure you weren’t lying. “Now Miss [name], show it to the audience so they can make sure too.” as he instructed you clasped it on the bottom and started to show the crowd turning it from the left to right and back to left. “Was there anything?” he asks again and everyone yells out a ‘NO!’ “Heh, sounds like I can show you the first trick then! Please hold the hat upside down.” you do as you are told. While you and everyone else were waiting he somehow managed to summon a magic wand in this hand by simply shaking it, he then bends down a little bit and gently did circles around the hat’s hole with it. “Hmm what were the magic words again?” he hums out, hand rubbing his chin, looking like he was in deep thought. Everyone started to laugh at his word, you cracked up a bit and laughed out loud too. “Shouldn’t a magician practice his magic before a show?” you ask him lightheartedly, still smiling, to which he responds with “Oh I did so many times but your beauty suddenly made me forget every single magic trick I know!” he winks a bit and cocks his head on the side. You blushed, wide eyed, not expecting this response.

While you were in shock he loudly remarked “Hmmm, ah yes! Alta Vola!” and suddenly 7 white doves flew out of his hat. One of them accidentally hit you with it’s wing on your face, which caused you to drop the hat to hold where the dove had hit you. When his cylinder hat hit the floor a rabbit came crawling out of it! Lynette started to run after it to catch the fluffy animal. The whole audience started to laugh not expecting this to happen. “Oh no, Miss [name], are you alright? Here have a napkin!” he theatrically said and started to go thru his pockets, all of a sudden, he started to pull out a tin rope from one of them. One, two, tree pulls and still no napkin was found but only rope came out. “Uhh, could you mind to help me?” Lyney looked at you with a pleading look on his face, “Of course.” you took the rope in one hand and still held your face with the other. You tugged on it as he started to walk backwards. Then the rope has finally come out completely, there was something tied on it. He picked it up, untied it and neatly showed it to the audience. It was a napkin and on it was his face with the tongue out. Laughter erupted again in the air, even you’ve forgot about the hit that dove have you. He then folded it, clasped your hand and put it in yours “Here. Take it as a gift, no need to bring it back to me.” Lyney smiled sweetly, it almost made you blush from his gentle touch on your hand. “You may now take your seat, thank you for participating in these tricks!”

After the magic show you were waiting for a meet up for them. It took them a while to showed up. “Hey, Lynette ‘n’ Lyney!” you greeted, happily and a bit nervous to see them face to face. “I am sorry if I caused you some trouble during them show.” you clutched your basket’s handle. “Don’t worry, there was nothing wrong you did.” Lynette reassured, “If anything, I think you made the show even better! I just hope the dove didn’t hit you in your eye, did it do so?” worry could be heard in her brother’s voice. “Ah, no it didn’t hit me in the eye, just below it.” you even pointed where exactly and if they looked really hard there would be seen a little red spot. Now trying to gather some courage to keep the conversation going you started to play with the handle of your basket. “And also..” putting it down on the table, you started to rummage thru it and held out to them two things in your palms “I have made you some desserts. It’s Lynette’s favourite type of mousse, but I hope you like it too, Lyney.” you handed it to them carefully and with a little awkward smile. “Thank you, [name].” Lynette said now fascinated by your thoughtfulness and carefully observing the dessert. “Oh, [name], thank you! You shouldn’t have, really.” Lyney looked surprised at your gift, not really expecting it. “Maybe I shouldn’t have but I couldn’t help myself. I really hope you like it.” you said, embarrassed a little if it was really uncalled for to bring them dessert. Now it will be even more embarrassing to ask them to return the complex design, crystal-glass, dessert bowls whenever they could. But as per always, the male twin observed them and asked you right after “These bowls look very beautiful. I suppose you use them at the caffe?”. Honestly his sharpness made you question if he read your mind but answer the question “Yes I did them yesterday after we closed. We rarely use them and I decided that it would be nice to put them at use.” gentle smile appeared on your face thinking of it. Lynette, while the two of you were talking, actually have already started her mousse (she pulled out a little spoon she always carries around for special occasions like this one) and enjoying it quite a lot as she listed to you. 

Some time has gone by. You and Lyney were talking about different topics and simply didn’t notice how late it have gotten. During one of your sentences, you happened to yawn and when your eyes were finally not looking at him, you noticed how the sky got dark blue. Your stunned expression shifted to one of worry really fast after realising you might have missed your Aqua Bus. Lyney noticed that but before he could speak, you were looking at your pocket watch “Oh no, I am going to miss the Aqua Bus!”. In panic, you jumped up all of a sudden, looking around to gather your things. Lyney also arose from his seat, looking around to help you with something but you were ready and started to run towards the big doors at the Opera Epicles. Already out and about to get on the bus, Lyney shouted for you from the entrance of the Opera “[name]!”. Your head snapped back and looked at him, his gaze now was softer “Thank you for today.”. His warm smile made you calm down. “Today was wonderful..” you said, smiling widely, now that you recall everything from today. Quickly, you began to climb up the stairs of the Aqua bus. The boy stared at you, as if he was in a trance. The bus started to move and you looked back to check if he was still there and surely he just stood there. You raised your hand to wave him goodbye, the force of the wind behind you, making your hair gently fly around. Lyney raised his and waved back. He stood there, his arm slowly falling down to rest. Lynette was standing far behind him and observed everything, but now she was slowly making her way to her brother. Standing on his left she eyed him to see his expression. Just as she expected- he was blushing, eyes big and lips slightly parted. A little huff left her and after a second she spoke “You are a lost cause.”

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#fanfic #genshin impact #genshin x reader #lyney x reader #genshin impact lyney #lyney x y/n #genshin impact x reader #lyney x you #lyney x f!reader #magic and desserts

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No idea if I send this one before (I think not) but here we go. I think Izu op could have worked! Controversial take, I know.

I mean...if Hori hadn't this mentality "Izu needs to suffer bc I hate him" this could be a 0 to hero story as Izu ends up having a powerful quirk. But for that to work we would need a few things

(Note how Hori seems to love the underdog trope but failing miserable)

1) time skip. Izu cant master ofa in a few weeks. On that note, the second user cant be bk 3.0

2) a writer who is interested in explored the ofa and what it can do. Like, what if Izu can have a quirk awaken? That would be cooler.

3) senseis who know what they are doing and who helped Izu not only physically but mentally. Wouldn't be swell if Izu stoped thinkig he is worthless? If bk got consequences and Izu CAN be mad at him for what bk did? Yes it would.

4) and a sense of limit. Yes, I did mentioned how op Izu can work but if he gets too op and can face all the big bad villains, if he can use ofa 100%...it would be a bit stalled in terms of writing "dont fret, super Izu is here". It would be Izu repeat AM's mistake. What I would do is make Izu, who after proper training and well used time skip earned how to use his quirk safely, has a support group. Ochako, Iida, Shoto and whatnot. Meaning is not just Super Izu alone.

Friendship wins.

But of course....Hori didn't went to this route. And the timeline is really ....a joke.

Anyway, to end. I do think the concept of op Izu could have worked if Hori had stopped his hate for Izu and focused on the mc and developed more ofa.

I... have mixed feelings about OP characters in stories, mostly because they don't do them right. The thing is, an OP character, on the scale we're talking about here, because in chapter one, All Might sets that ceiling of OP way up there? That is someone so... stupidly strong that they actually direct national policy just by their very existence; quite possibly the world changes because they exist. And I feel that, most of the time, stories either: A, ignore the implications that this person can beat up God and isn't hiding that fact, or B, makes some shallow attempts at acknowledging it, but quickly moves on from those attempts so they can fight their equally OP enemies without giving it it's due.

The point being is that introducing an OP person is something a writer should use carefully, the same way they should treat time travel, if they're not just some villain driven off by the power of love, friendship, this gun I found, and the McGuffin used to beat them.

...However, MHA is interesting to me in that it started off by doing it better than normal, with All Might. The story starts by insisting that All Might is so damn broken that Japan itself actually worked differently after he heroed for awhile, even though, as far as we can tell, he did nothing to actually try and manipulate national policy or anything like that.

He just existed, and everything changed in response.

And, while I admit I wasn't thinking that hard about it when I first read the story, the initial set up actually was in a great place to work with an OP Izuku... if almost everything after the initial setup went differently, anyways.

Let me explain.

So, early MHA, those initial chapters, just hinted at a lot of depth to it. Philosophical, legal, societal; part of the reason I, and probably others, fell in love so fast is that it was approaching the usual super hero thing from a new direction, and seeming to acknowledge the flaws in such a system the ways other stories generally don't.

Back then, it was the difference between being a Hero, the job description, and being a hero, someone who saved people, and how wildly disconnected those two terms were. The disparity between the weak and the strong, Quirklessness as something five seconds from being called a disability, a heroic system that had been slowly festering in on itself, for years and years and years, until we get people like Mt Lady, who caused god knows how much property damage just to kill steal a villain away from Kaminio Woods, who had the situation under control.

Into this toxic mess of a situation walks Izuku Midoriya: kind, smart, beaten down on for all his life for being weak, yet determined to stand up for what is right anyways, blinded by childish naivety and propaganda to how fucked up the world of heroes truly is.

And the man who changed Japan with his mere existence gave him his power, the power to stand above everyone else, to do anything he wants, because once he masters One For All, the only one able to stop Izuku? Would be himself.

And here's where it would have to change: Izuku's conflict, for most of the story, is simply about fighting; not about right or wrong, not should he do this, but can he do this? There is something he wants to earn, or a person he needs to beat, and so he tries to do it. Sometimes he does it by being smarter, more often he does it by being stronger, and sometimes, and too often for my tastes, or at least at the wrong times, he just can't.

Hori gives up on all the things that made MHA so interesting, only giving them empty lip service from that point on, so he can just do the usual shonen plot.

But imagine if he didn't. Imagine Izuku's conflicts being about idealism. He's strong, unbelievably strong, the second coming of All Might, acknowledged as such by the man himself, who may even admit that he is retiring. In a fight, Izuku wins, plain and simple; hell, he may have to worry about keeping his opponents alive rather than if he can beat them or not.

But that's not where the problems come from, beating X person in a straight up fight. The problems come from the system itself: a machine made to chew up idealistic kids and spit out cynical, money hungry heroes. An entire department in UA devoted to selling an image to the public, ruthlessly trying to take advantage of the new students while they're too new to realize what's happening. A bigoted, self-important teacher who hates him just for what he is, and is determined to ruin his career because he can. A government agency determined to control heroes and direct them to their own aims, who take an interest in this budding super star, and their pawn, merciless yet conflicted, who will kill to see their will done. A media system determined to get headlines, no matter the cost or who it may harm. A Number Two Hero ascendant, cruel and calculating, who uses his own offspring as pawns and views Izuku as a threat to his rise. Villains who, knowing they can't take him in a fair fight, try to beat Izuku in other ways, more complicated and sinister than a simple fight. Festering in his mind like a dark secret, Izuku's entire life as a Quirkless child, despised by the world for being Deku, for being useless, an old pain and shame that still defines him and shapes him, even if he's not longer Quirkless.

And with all this arrayed against him and his dreams, all Izuku has to guide him onto the proper path is his mentor, wise yet cynical and broken in his own ways, and his own innate spirit of heroism. And the choices he makes? Effects millions.

Leaning into what they said they were about, the League of Villains would not be a bunch of crazed murderers, but what Hori wants us to think of them: people beaten down by society until they felt they had no other choice but to fight back. Toga who isn't a deluded serial killer, Spinner and Compress with more development, and yes, the Dabi Benchmark of Insanity(TM) to keep them all sympathetic, because their purpose here isn't just as villains who have to be beaten... their purpose here is also about how heroes react to them.

To a LoV who is milder in what they do, so they still get heroic ire, still get labeled as, 'villains'... only for them not really to deserve that label, the hatred they get from the public, and the force used against them.

And Izuku, who is no longer a spectator but on the front line, sees that. He sees how they're getting tarred by the brush of 'villain', the way they're getting discriminated against because of their Quirks, and the eerie similarities it has to his own treatment as a QUirkless child.

And yet, the ones doing it are heroes, the ones he looks up to, and all but worshipped for his entire life, the ones supported by everything he's seen in his entire life, by the entirety of Japan.

And that is where the conflict is, that is what the story focuses on: what is right? What is a hero? What is a villain?

...

Well, that's how I would do an OP Izuku story, anyways.

#ask #bnha critical #mha critical #OP has consquences #Hero vs hero #the chronic lack of quirklessness development #the failure of the development of heroic society and corruption #the dabi benchmark of insanity

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Cruising into new life - part 2

The next morning started early. Jodie had been raising early and trying to take naps during the day during her maternity leave for the last week or so – the joint terrors of pregnancy bladder, heartburn if she lays down and baby kicks resulting in a lot of interruptions.

Over night we had the announcement that we were now in international waters – we knew what that meant by our earlier briefing – and Jodie was desperate to see the oasis area and book a spa appointment – after a bit of digging around it seems that even these were included free of charge. We ordered breakfast to our room and after a quick shower, Jodie reached into the closet and pulled out the most luxurious, fluffy dressing gown I had ever seen. It was made with a pregnant woman’s proportions in mind too, covering her bump with plenty of room to spare.

As I was in the shower I heard the breakfast get delivered, and making sure that I had given plenty of time for the porter to leave so I didn’t flash him, jumped out of the shower, threw a towel on the bed and sat down ‘au natural’ to enjoy the food. During the meal Jodie kept on talking about spreading jams over certain parts of my anatomy and licking it off – but aside from that self same part of my anatomy springing up in anticipation nothing came of it. My wife is a terrible tease.

We flicked on the tv to channel 10 and just saw a message saying broadcasts will resume at noon, seems that Adriana at least has some time off from being in the front of the camera.

I spent a little while applying moisturiser to Jodie’s belly, and in appreciation, along with the sing song oohs and ahhs she provided me with, her hands spent a long while between my own legs, cock and balls being tugged and squeezed until I was a shaking mess, finally releasing myself all over that same belly I had rubbed a short while earlier. Life was good. And I had to rub goo into her belly all over again. Life was better.

We got a bit more of a chance of hand on body action as we applied our sun lotions, unsure what what the outside weather was like before we finally – and dare I say reluctantly – got dressed and headed out of the cabin around 9am several hours into our day already.

We started to deck 10 to explore the family areas first, waving hellos and nodding to people as we passed them. As we passed a couple using one of the wheelchairs Jodie pressed a hand into her back and gave an over emphasised groan. I took the hint and said I’d go back and fetch one, which she gave an appreciative ‘my hero’ look and kissed me deeply on the lips as thanks.

As I returned back I found Jodie in discussion with some sort of mothers club (or well I guess mothers to be club) as at least a dozen women, some with strollers carrying babies and small toddlers were huddled together around a selection of seats which had been pulled together.

As I approached with the chair I overheard snippets – usual stuff - stitches, tears, babies of so many pounds and labours of so many hours. War stories Jodie called them. She had never experienced it herself but her mother was quite candid explaining her birth and of course being a midwife had a lot of stories to tell herself which the ladies seemed more than happy with Jodie regaling them with. I stood off to one side, waving as she looked up to notice me, and with that I was introduced to the group. I’ll be honest and say that I was introduced to a few names and I couldn’t remember a single one of them in the commotion, but one thing I did find out was that the family I presumed were a poly couple (one man and 2 ladies in the check in area) was a little more complicated.

Firstly one of the women wasn’t romantically involved with any of the others – she was a good friend of the other lady who had agreed to be a surrogate for the first after they struggled to conceive their second child. Shortly after the second woman – now sporting a large bump herself – actually fell pregnant with twins and they were soon to become a family of 4 in a very much ‘oops’ moment – but all children were eagerly wanted. Seems the twin mother to be was only 7 months along but was allowed to join the cruise because of the surrogate wanting the family around should she go into labour on board. My mouth got away from my brain when I asked “do you all share a cabin?” The lady gave a good natured chuckle and answered no, but they do have adjoining rooms so she could go and tuck her friends in and give them a kiss good night if she wanted to.

The group spent another 15 to 20 minutes chatting, I just sat back and took in the view of various bellies being rubbed, itches being scratched and occasionally small lumps and bumps appearing across the bellies arrayed in a circle in front of me. As I said before – life was good.

We left the group after a while and headed off to our ultimate destination – the adult area and the oasis. I take no shame in saying that I was worried what was going to happen in the clothing optional area – I mean it’s no secret what turns me on and being offered up a veritable smorgasbord of pregnant ladies might make me… well… pokey. Which would be a tad embarrassing. However we ploughed on ahead, reached the fenced off area, swiped our key fob to get in and my jaw dropped.

The area wasn’t busy by any means but in front of me were around a dozen women and – after a quick head count – 5 men including me who were in various states of undress. Most had opted to go topless – either discarding the top half of their 2 piece sets or simply rolling down swimsuits, relaxing on loungers or sitting on the side of the pool. The pool itself was empty. Jodie asked one of the ladies with her legs in the pool about why it was empty and she replied that it was too cold. Hmm… maybe that could be a shock to the senses I need should anything start to stir.

We passed through quickly and on to the oasis as we planned where after a short walk we came up to the next door, swiped in and for sake of repeating myself, jaws were on the floor once more.

This area was basically a covered greenhouse with tropical plants decorating everywhere with a large circular pool in the centre and a river system running around the outside edge so in theory you could get to wherever you chose to sit down and rest without hardly leaving the water. The water wasn’t swimming pool deep by any means, waist deep at most so you could get around by wading through the water rather than having to swim.

It was busier in here than in the outdoor area – it was to be expected, it was still early in the day and the suns warmth hadn’t reached its peak yet, but it was also comparatively smaller, so perhaps less people seemed busier… I didn’t bother counting heads.

Jodie spotted somewhere for us to sit and dragged me over to it, pulling the dress she was wearing over her head to leave… nothing. In our time getting dressed this morning I had failed to register that she just put on a cover up over her naked body – the fact she had gotten dressed so quick just completely passed me by. She was breathtaking, and yes, my eyes were certainly focused on her than anyone else in here.

She broke my reverie with a cough, wiggling her eyebrows and gesturing towards my shorts. I smiled and pulled off my top and shorts in short order, standing proud and to attention, my cock like a flagpole on parade. Yeah she had done it. I guess get the embarrassing moment out of the way quickly.

My face was turned beet red though when I heard a wolf whistle. I turned and saw Jess wading towards us in the river system. I was clueless what to do. I mean we had only met this woman yesterday and here she was coming to meet us, breasts flopped down against her belly, not a whisper of hair between her legs, and me poking out and glistening at the tip.

She walked along, hugged Jodie and completely ignored the elephant in the room – or between my legs I guess. First thing she asked was if she could join us or if we wanted to be left alone – good on her – but when Jodie said to sit down, she was quick to pull up a lounger and slowly lower herself on to it, not a care in the world that she had nothing on. I guess being 21 and fit gives a boost of self confidence I was certainly missing in this situation.

We got talking, asked about her mother, and it turns out that she may be in labour. Nothing major, no rapid contractions or anything but she said it was just like it was when she was giving birth to her. She wanted to rest and see if anything developed. Of course this made Jodie giddy with delight and they got talking. Apparently she was 4 days early at this point but Jess had been born a day early so she wasn’t exactly expecting to get off the ship without another passenger in tow.

Jess abruptly changed conversation topics. Asking me if I could do anything about that… maybe cover it with a towel or something. There we go, my cock had been noticed. Seems Jess couldn’t stop glancing at it with how it was front and centre between us and whilst she knew it was wrong she had been without one for so long she was getting hungry… also little chance of single men on this cruise.

Jodie laughed and pulled a sock out of her bag and plopped it over the pole I had. “Not quite what I was thinking” announced Jess and we all burst into laughter.

Jess’s eyes wandered to the central pool and asked if it would be in bad taste to sleep with the staff. Our eyes followed hers looking wistfully off in the distance to see the hunky medical staff team member from the introductions in the pool, standing up waist deep but impossible to see if he was wearing any thing below. Jess and Jodie giggled what could only be described as a ‘wicked titter’ with Jodie telling her to go for it.

My eyes went down to water level and I noticed the face of Adriana submerged up to her neck in the pool. The thought she might be naked sent blood rushing back somewhere I was desperate to try and get rid of. And of course that was when Jodie and Jess decided to do a bit of matchmaking and set off toward the pool, asking me if I was coming.

I sighed and hoped that the water was cool enough to tamper down the blood rushing into places I really hoped it would avoid as I splashed into the river in pursuit.

We passed several couples relaxing in each others arms around the river route until we finally came to a pool entrance point and with a splash we all entered. It took a bit of dodging around floating pool guests until we approached our intended targets, Adriana’s eyes noticing us and smiling.

“Ahh once again we meet my good luck charm” her voice was practically purring. Glancing down into the water she added “I didn’t expect to meet so much of you I must say.” Thankfully I think the blood running to my cheeks took precedence this time and my lower half remained chill as I mentally thanked every god going for this situation.

“I would like to introduce you to my little brother.” She followed on, gesturing to the hunky medical team member. “He is Miguel, actually my twin, but he was born 20 minutes after me so I call him my little brother – he so dislikes the term.” Her beaming smile was left with a scowl from the man to get left.

“Charles feels that with me being so close to my time, I shouldn’t be let out without an escort. And Miguel here will be delivering the baby so he is as good as any.”

Jodie reacted first “your brother will deliver your baby?”

“Oh yes… I trust him very much and he is probably the most highly trained on the ship.” Adriana replied.

“But… it’s hardly what I’d want my brother seeing me down there.” Jess added.

“Ahh we have different cultures in my native Brazil. We are much more relaxed about nudity. It need not be sexual.” I swear she purred the word ‘sexual’

Miguel followed, his Latin accent much more pronounced than his sisters. “Indeed. I am my sisters biggest promoter. When she was dancing, there were many times that I helped her pick out costumes… many of them rely on no… how do you say – no panty lines. My attitude is that I have seen her naked on the day she was born, and an untold number of times since then.”

“How about anyone else” Jess blurted out, not entirely sure if she meant to say it out loud or just think it… but it was out there now.

Miguel looked at her. “I find great beauty in the female form. Perhaps we can meet to discuss practical examples.” My god that was smooth.

Jess blushed and fanned herself with her hand. “I may need to submerge myself it’s very, very hot in here.”

Adriana looked at me as the others were giggling. “Could you help me? It seems my brother is now a little busy, and I need help applying moisturiser.” I gulped. Looked straight at Jodie.

“Go. You’re married, she’s married, I know nothing will come of it, and you cannot say no to a lady in distress. A pregnant lady at that.” I was caught between a rock and a hard place. I agreed and was told to follow Adriana to her bed.

It was at this point that I realised that she was indeed naked under the water. My eyes hadn’t drifted above the waterline and reflections had obscured everything as we approached. She stepped out with her back to me and I know it’s a cliché, but if I hadn’t seen her from the front, you wouldn’t have told she was pregnant from the back. She raised inch by glorious inch out of the water like some sort of nymph, toned ass and legs eventually meeting my eye level with a shimmy.

Of course you know fine well which part of my anatomy reacted. I had no choice but to follow through and go with it. Jodie’s eyes followed me – Miguel and Jess focused on each other in the moment – and I’m certain I heard her say – or perhaps think - ‘oh dear.’ Yes I was following the most recognisable person on the whole cruise with a hard on.

Adriana’s eyes drifted down and no doubt took in an eyeful but didn’t say anything. She offered her arm to me to link as she walked me back towards her bed. A few steps along the route she actually pressed her hips into me and pulled me close announcing “your wife is very lucky.” I hoped she meant that I was willing to help rather than the size of the package. I focused straight ahead and tried not to look at her breasts in my peripheral vision as I answered “oh, how’s that.” Smooth. Nonchalant.

“Oh I can think of 2 reasons. And one of them shouldn’t be mentioned in polite company.”

My cock actually twitched. This woman was teasing me. My wife was watching my and hers ass wobble as we step away, her husband the guy who was running the show, and me caught with a woman who probably could be described by the word ‘vixen.’ My brain went ‘lithe, sexy, voluptuous’ in immediate response. Ok so that wasn’t helping the issue in the trouser (or lack of trouser) department.

We arrived at her lounger and she swished around and dropped down onto it with a grace that I wasn’t expecting for someone in such an advanced state of pregnancy, her head came around to be eye level with my crotch, and in that split second as it turned around in its route to looking to the side I could swear she was grinning. She brought back over a very expensive bottle of moisturiser (I’ll be honest I’ve no idea of brands of high end moisturiser but it was a very fancy, tiny bottle) and passed it over to me. As she laid her head back and relaxed into the lounger she purred “please be generous with it.”

I squeezed what must have been a quarter of the bottle between my hands and laid them down on her belly. The cold gel caused Adriana to flinch but she soon settled into it as my hands started to rub around in circles around the expanse of her belly. She let out soft moans and groans as my hands explored, my hands brushing the very top of her belly where her breasts rested down on them. I felt the baby within her belly move and roll, limbs poking out to follow the movement of my hands.

“Charlie likes that…” she let out breathily. “And so does his mother.”

“Charlie ?” I asked.

“Our baby is a boy. We were going to call him Charles Jr after his father, but Charles feels so… middle aged. So for now I call him Charlie. What about you?”

“We don’t know what we are having. We have about 5 names of each sex picked out and we will decide when we see it.”

Adriana groaned an acknowledgement that I had spoken but didn’t say anything else as my hands worked. This moisturiser was great, my hands hadn’t stopped moving in over a minute and still they were slipping and sliding as if I’d freshly applied it. Adriana’s body was glistening.

As she groaned another appreciative sound, her knees draped open leaving her completely exposed to me. My eyes bulged as her hand snaked around under the expanse of her belly and rested against her labia.

“Please… go… higher.” She was of course referencing my very intentional movements to avoid her breasts. It took all my willpower to say no… and I was breathing a sigh of relief as I heard Jodie announce herself behind me.

“Hi Babe.” My head turned to find my wife on approach. She was grinning. “We really need to find some way to deal with that.” All through the massage of course I was standing proud – I dare any straight man to do otherwise in that situation.

I coughed, unsure what to say as the lady I was massaging was sprawled, legs splayed open with her hand touching herself.

“Did my husband live up to expectations Mrs LeGrande?” She asked.

“My dear, please… Adriana. I’d like to think we were all friends here. And he is a magician with those fingers. I had almost nodded off. Do you know what happened to my brother and his lady friend?” She was of course asking for the reason why Jodie had wandered this way, but she was clever in hiding it.

“Oh those two went for some… privacy I think. So I thought whilst my husbands hands were all lubed up I’d partake in the service.”

“Oh please. Use my brothers lounger, and feel free to use this lotion. It would be a shame to not have those hands doing what they do best.”

Jodie looked wicked. “He can do much better, even with just 2 fingers.” I swear that Adriana shivered. Jodie grinned as she lowered herself down into the lounger opposite Adriana.

As I applied yet more of the lotion to my hands and rubbed up and down starting at Jodie’s belly, ensuring that in this case I covered her whole body from her neck to her toes as she laid back and enjoyed the sensual touches, the chilled moisturising gel leaving her body with prickles on it as my hand left any given area. Yet more groans coming from my wife as my head turned and caught movement of Adriana’s hand slipping in and out of her folds. She was playing a dangerous game… but of course no one is going to say no to the owners wife if they caught her masturbating in public.

I turned my head suddenly as I heard a pained grunt, Adriana rubbing a spot on her belly. “Braxton hicks.” I nodded. “With 2 days to go until my due date these get all too frequent. I try to hide them in camera. But why not let them go here. Oh… speaking of camera.” She looked up at the clock. 11 am. “I need to prepare for my afternoon. Could you please help me up?”

I offered an arm for her to brace herself on, not certain my hand would be a good grip with all of the moisturiser on it. Adriana made getting up look too easy. I mean I didn’t have a pregnant belly out in front of me throwing off my balance and I struggle to get up that easily.

She stepped into a pair of track suit pants and threw on a sports bra to contain her breasts as she turned to leave. “Oh please, before I forget. My husband and I will be holding a belly cast class this evening. I hope I will see you. It is in here. I’m expecting you both to attend. I want to see you put those hands back to good work.” With that she turned and strode away.

“Shit.” I said, my wife looking at me with a look of concern. “She left the moisturiser stuff.”

Jodie smiled. “I think she can likely afford to let it go.” She was grinning. We must have used probably half the bottle in 2 applications but she brought the brand up on her phones browser. It was $150 a bottle.

“Should we offer it back tonight?” I asked.

“Glad you decided we should go. I liked seeing that lady squirm.” Jodie was wicked in her own, good natured way.

#fpreg #birth kink #pregnancy #birth #labor kink

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Y/N gets Cassandra pregnant part 2

I had to revisit the Cass au I did for this series. I love Cass omg. I’m just gonna do fluffy/funny/(Sorta) angsty little head canons. Let’s get into it!

Cass and Y/N are very excited to become parents, but there have been some obstacles Y/N has needed to adapt to.

About a week after finding out about the baby, Cass started to be a bit… Territorial (Feral). She is hyper vigilant and wants to keep the baby safe. It’s part of her protective nature.

Cass kind of treats her room like a… Nest? She likes to hoard soft items like pillows and blankets and only people with express permission can come in. Even Alcina has to ask first.

However, the lady of the castle is beside herself with joy at the knowledge that she will be a grandma very soon.

She often buys gifts for the baby to help Cass and Y/N prepare… When Cass lets Y/N help, that is. She wants to make sure everything is perfect for when the baby comes.

Cass’s bed is sometimes off-limits to Y/N. Especially when she gets cranky and needs a nap.

She legit snarled at Y/N when they tried to lie down next to her one afternoon. “No! This is my space. Leave my child alone!” She snaps as she hides under a mountain of blankets and curls up in a ball, trying to shield the baby from any danger.

“Hey! That’s my kid too!” Y/N pouts. They need some attention as well… They’ve gotten kind of spoiled after being Cass’s main focus for so long. Right now, they just want to snuggle with their lady, and it stings that she doesn’t seem to trust them.

Cass immediately pokes her head out of the blankets and shoots Y/N a murderous glare… They have quickly learned not to mess with her when she’s like this. Y/N’s need for cuddles is soon replaced with hurt feelings. They run out of the room, upset.

Y/N actually runs past Alcina in the hallway, who tells them to slow down. “I will not have running in my castle, Y/N.” She scolds. “Where are you off to in such a rush, anyway?” She questions.

Y/N turns to her, trying to hold back tears.

Alcina’s eyes widen as she realizes how upset Y/N is. “Y/N… What’s wrong?” She says and leans down to open her arms for a hug.

Y/N immediately flings themself into Alcina’s arms and lets her comfort them.

“Cass won’t even let me n-near her!” They sob into Alcina’s shoulder.

Alcina gently pulls Y/N’s face back to look at them. She knew Cassandra might have a hard time with being possessive over the baby.

“I’m so sorry, darling. I’ll try to have a talk with her later.” She promises.

Y/N sniffles and nods their head, but Alcina can tell they need a little bit of one-on-one time. “Would you like me to read to you in my study?” She offers.

Y/N’s eyes brighten immediately at the offer. “Yes!” They cheer.

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Later on, Cass feels bad about how she treated Y/N and goes searching for them. The last place she would have expected them to be was in Alcina’s study… Dozing off on her lap, no less!

“Mother!-” Cass begins, but Alcina softly shushes her so she doesn’t wake Y/N up. She pats the space next to her on the couch and Cass slowly walks over to sit down.

“How are you feeling, draga?” She starts and runs her fingers through Cass’s hair. Cass feels herself calm at her mother’s touch.

“Fine.” She lies.

Alcina smirks. “Y/N has given me quite a bit of insight as to what’s been going on between you two lately.”

Cass sighs at being found out. “I just feel so paranoid, mother. Like something bad could happen at any moment.” She looks down and cradles her tummy protectively.

Alcina smiles. “Yes, that is the hardest part of being a parent. We only want the best for our children.” She says as she continues to pet Cass’s hair.

“But remember, Cassandra. This is Y/N’s baby too. They love you and just want to help. They would never do anything to harm either of you.” Alcina gently offers.

Cass looks at Y/N and rubs their head as they sleep. She loves them so much and she knows they love her. She needed to make a better effort to show them how much they mean to her.

“Alright, mother. You’re right.” Cass concedes. “Is it okay if I take Y/N with me so that I can apologize?” She asks, slightly embarrassed of her earlier actions.

Alcina nods. “Of course, dear.” She gently shakes Y/N awake.

Y/N begins to stir and lets out a huge yawn. They rub their eyes and the first thing they see is Cass. “Babe!” They exclaim, happy to see her. Then they scratch their head and look around.

Realizing that they fell asleep on Alcina’s lap, they quickly scramble off and blush. “Hehe, sorry about that.” They say to Alcina.

Alcina just smiles, showing that she didn’t mind.

Cass drags Y/N back with her to cuddle in her room. She buries her face in Y/N’s neck, breathing in their scent. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” She starts as they sit together on her bed. “I’m just so worried something will happen to the baby, and it’s on me to protect them.” She says and meaningfully places Y/N’s hand on her belly to show them that she trusts them.

Y/N smiles and nuzzles their face into her hair. “I understand, Cass. If you ever need personal space, I’ll give you that. I love you and this little bean.” They say and rub Cass’s stomach.

Cass giggles at the cute nickname Y/N gives to the baby.

“I want you to feel comfortable. You mean everything to me.” Y/N promises.

Cass feels tears of happiness sting her eyes at how loving and kind Y/N was to her.

She sits up straighter and gently guides Y/N’s lips to hers to capture them in a kiss.

“It’s so weird, Y/N,” She muses, enjoying the feeling of Y/N stroking her tummy. “Since I’ve gotten pregnant, sometimes I just want to scoop your eyeballs out with rusty spoons and shove them down your throat, you know?” She admits and smiles, like that’s a normal fucking thing to say, as she snuggles closer to Y/N.

Meanwhile, Y/N sits there, utterly terrified, and tries not to make any sudden movements. “Uh-huh…” They agree, beginning to sweat.

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Dani and Bela are also excited to become aunts. They offer their time to help Y/N assemble baby furniture… Y/N needs any and all assistance desperately.

“So wait, does this part go into this slot??” Y/N asks Bela and Dani as they try to put the crib together.

Dani rolls her eyes, frustrated. “For the love of fuck’s sake, Y/N! Look at the picture on the box or something. I know as much as you do!” She yells out as she tries to decipher the instruction manual… That is completely written in French.

Bela is currently banging her head against the side of a dresser. “This is hopeless!” She exclaims.

“We would be better off if we didn’t have a dumbass like Y/N slowing us down!” Dani accuses.

“Hey! I’m not the one who suggested we order this overly complicated, frilly crib! The only reason we can’t figure this damn thing out is because the instructions are all in French, Bela! What were you thinking?!” Y/N defends themself.

“Well excuse me for trying to class things up around here, you idiot! I wanted my sister’s baby to have something nice!” Bela crosses her arms angrily.

The three continue to insult each other and fight as they unknowingly wake up a very sleepy and irritable Cass in the other room.

Dani whacks Y/N in the head with some railing from the crib, before the door bursts open to reveal a furious Cass, complete with adorable bedhead and cute 4-month baby bump.

“What the hell is going on in here?!” She shrieks and everybody winces.

Y/N rubs their head from where they got hit and speaks first. “We were trying to put the crib together and- Well, it’s confusing and- It’s Bela’s fault!” Y/N points to the blonde and tries to pass the buck.

Bela scoffs in disbelief at Y/N throwing her under the bus. “It is not! I-”.

“Quiet!” Cass yells and marches over to take the manual from Dani. Everyone is dead silent as she reads, not wanting to agitate her anymore.

Cass finishes reading and immediately starts putting a few crib pieces together herself.

Dani, Bela, and Y/N all shoot each other startled glances at how Cass is somehow able to understand the instructions.

“All of the parts have letters that match up on the end. That’s how they connect.” Cass informs them, much calmer now. ��You should all be able to figure it out now.” She says before going over to Y/N, giving them a kiss, and walking out of the room.

This was pretty much everyone’s reaction:

Y/N: …

Bela: …

Dani: …

Y/N: … Does Cass speak French? Because that’s really sexy, not gonna lie. Imagine her in a hot french maid costume-

Dani: *Smacks Y/N again with the crib railing*

Note: How many dum-dum idiots does it take to put a crib together? Anyway, had to write some soft (but protective) Cass. I hope you liked it! Let me know what you thought!

Masterlist

#re8 #re8 village #cassandra dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x y/n #re8 incorrect quotes #re8 shitpost #y/n is stupid #resident evil imagines #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu