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sophiethewitch1 · 4 months

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What We Want - Chpt. 1 - Not Quite An Isekai

In Which A Romantic Breaks The Universe

(Yandere!batboys x f!reader) 18+ MDNI!

SUMMARY

Another lonely birthday, another empty year. You miss your family. You're late for your bills and rent, and even then, you got robbed last Tuesday.

Still, you buy yourself a cupcake, because you need it. I mean, hey. What's dessert for if not to get over cheating boyfriends and dead relatives?

As you blow out the candle, watching the clock switch from 11:59 pm to midnight of the next day, you make a wish.

And because the world doesn't like to make much sense, it comes true. Your life is suddenly flipped on a dime, and you're stuck trying to catch up with it. Fantasy becomes reality. You're a Wayne now, apparently. Or you used to be. You're loved, you're rich, you're talented and powerful.

Well, sort of. Careful what you wish for, right?

(TRIGGER WARNINGS AND MASTERLIST HERE)

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You awake to the sound of your phone ringing. You slap to the edge of your couch, aiming for the rickety side table. Your wrist smacks against the corner, and you hiss in pain. It’s a few inches too high, and wood, not metal. Seems you somehow got to your bed during the night, but you didn’t remember it. Still, you get your phone. Through squinted eyes, you find the screen, its 3:15, far too early for your drunken suffering- Wait no, it’s mid-afternoon. Still, you feel tired, and you want to sleep.

You answer the phone anyway, putting it on speaker and resting your head back against the pillow. Your head doesn’t hurt that bad anyway. God was smiling down on you today.

“Miss, are you awake?” a man’s voice rings through your apartment.

Who was that? Who called you Miss of all things? Your boss didn’t remember your name sure, but he just called you ‘intern’ instead. You’d been an official employee for six months now. Right, conversation, paying attention, replying like a normal person.

“Hm, yeah, I’m awake,” you say, fighting back the urge to yawn.

“You don’t sound very awake, Miss,” the man replies, his tone familiar.

“Who is this?”

He sighs, “Miss, are you being sarcastic?”

“What? No, I’m serious,” you confusedly answer.

“…This is Alfred, Miss. Now, Master Wayne has asked me to-”

“Master who now?” you cut this Alfred off, doubly confused now. Wayne? Like, the Wayne family? The rich, philanthropist one?

He sighs again, “I understand the relationship between the two of you is quite strained, and this is a personally difficult day for you, but he insists on seeing you. Your birthday gala starts at 7, as I’ve told you, and your assistant will be over at 4. I ask that you unblock both their accounts, as I would much rather I didn’t have to talk to you when you’re like this.”

“What?” you repeat, like the idiot you are.

“Good day, Miss. And happy birthday.”

He hangs up. You blink down at your phone. And then you roll your eyes, because oh my god are Molly’s pranks getting ridiculous. You never should have told her about your weird fascination with the Waynes, she was getting back at you hard for your drunken mistake.

You make a lot of those. Well, life goes on. You’ll put glitter in Molly’s car’s vanity mirror or something.

You turn off your phone, and let your face slam right back into your pillow. For a while, you try to go back to sleep.

…Something about this isn’t right. You, like the freak you are, take a deep inhale of your pillow. It smells like you, like the laundry soap you use, but it also smells like… Well, you don’t know. All you can think about is your new boss’s wife and her awful perfume that swallows the office space like noxious gas.

Your pillow… kind of smells like that. Your first ungodly thought is that, somehow, you spent a torrid night with your boss’s wife. The second is that Molly needs to die for her crimes.

You let your crusty, bleary, stinging eyes blink open.

Hm. Why is there a chandelier in your bedroom? You shoot upright in the bed, silk sheets falling to your lap. Silk sheets you can’t afford. You look around the room, eyes widening at the space. The bed is king-sized, while you had barely been able to afford your twin-sized mattress. The living room isn’t in the same space as the bedroom. You can’t see the kitchen and the bathroom to your right has shining marble tiles. And even then, the decoration’s are luxurious and clean, compared to your livable chaos.

You look to your left, and your mouth drops open.

A floor-to-ceiling window, showing the Gotham horizon with the morning sun. Fog and clouds twist around spiralling gothic towers, reaching down to the people down below. You’re looking out over the bay, and you can see the Narrows barely peaking through the mist, desperately clawing for any sunlight.

The sun rises on the right of your building, not the left. You don’t have a view, you’re on the fourth floor and there’s a brick building directly across from your window. You live in the Narrows.

You live in the Narrows. You press your face to the cool glass and look down. Oh my god, you can’t see the streetside. You’re too high up. You’re somehow on the opposite side of Gotham City.

Stumbling away from the window, you do your best not to touch anything, because you know it’s all too expensive for your peasant hand. Let’s start thinking… whatever was happening to you, through. Molly might kidnap you for a joke, sure, but she was barely any richer than you, and that was just because her boyfriend lived with her. She could not afford this level of fuckery.

So… so… is this, what? A big joke from the universe? Did someone else kidnap you? You have to have been kidnapped, right? Why the fuck would someone kidnap you?

Did the Joker kidnap you? Was he coming to finish you off? End your family line?

You reach down and pinch yourself hard enough you yelp. When the dazzlingly perfect apartment doesn’t disappear, it’s much harder to force yourself not to panic. Okay, okay, okay. It’s fine. This’ll be fine, and it could still be a dream. That whole pinching thing was a myth, right? Argh, maybe you should’ve listened to Molly when she was trying to get you into astral projection.

Wait, Molly!

You go back to your bed and pick up your phone.

It’s… it’s not your phone. What was this? The iPhone 27? You didn’t keep up with those sorts of things, but it looked expensive. Everything here looked expensive.

You think you’re going to go into anaphylactic shock. Wait, no, it’s hyper-something. What was it? Argh, you can’t do this right now!

You press your thumb to the ‘on’ button, and luckily whoever this phone belongs to is not worried about their privacy because there's no password. Stupidly, you look for Molly’s name in your list of contacts.

BLOCKED - ‘Bruce Wayne’

BLOCKED - ‘Damian Wayne’

BLOCKED - ‘Dick Grayson’

BLOCKED - ‘Tim Drake’

‘Alfred :)’

BLOCKED - ‘The Wicked Witch of the West’

You drop the phone. Because the floors, even in the bedroom, are marble, it shatters like glass. You make a sound like a dying chicken as you watch the piece of technology make a bouncing break for the bathroom. It slides to a stop against the giant hot tub, and you pick it up and cradle it between your palms like a newborn.

The screen still works. Even if it’s cracked to high heaven and takes multiple attempts to turn it on, it still eventually does. Thanks God, won’t forget this. You hiss as you open the contacts again, pricking your fingers against the sharp edges.

As fate commands, you click on the ‘Bruce Wayne’ contact. The description is very simple.

‘Massive dickhead. Hope you jump off a building and fall like a rock.’

You go back. Click on ‘Dick Grayson’.

‘Massive dickhead’s beloved firstborn. Most annoying man on earth congrats.’

Again. ‘Damian Wayne’ this time.

‘Massive dickhead’s massive dickhead. Demon? Grinch? Somebody kill it with fire please.’

And finally, ‘Tim Drake’.

‘The only acceptable one.’

…Well, at least your kidnapper liked one of the Waynes. Maybe they kidnapped you because you were their opposite or something? You definitely wouldn’t call Bruce motherfucking Wayne a massive dickhead. Or maybe they wanted to kill you.

The Molly prank idea was becoming more sound. Maybe she won the lottery and didn’t tell you.

You click on ‘Alfred :)’. He’s the one that called you earlier and also called you ‘Miss’, for some reason.

It’s just a bunch of heart emojis. Coherent, sure.

You go back, and click on the final of the list, ‘The Wicked Witch of the West’.

‘Don’t listen to Alfred. She wants to eat you.’

She wants to what?

A knock at the door has you jumping a foot in the air and nearly banging your head on the bathtub’s lip. You hear someone call your name through the door, and you freeze. Who… how? They call your name again, this time their voice louder. They bang on the door.

You creep over to the door.

“Ma’am, if you don’t open this right now, I’m quitting! We both know Alfred contacted you this morning, and he’s going to be very upset if I do so. There’s only so many assistants in this city!” from this close, you can recognise the voice belongs to a woman. She rattles the doorknob.

You lean down, peering through the peephole. The woman has a harsh face, a perfect pencil suit and her blonde hair in a pretty updo. Her makeup is impeccable. You get the feeling this woman is also more expensive than you can afford, despite her calling your name.

Bewildered, you open the door. She slams through like a battering ram, strutting 6-inch stilettos into the space.

She huffs, and then turns around. You can see very clearly she’s trying to keep her calm, but you did leave her at the door for like five minutes. It wasn’t your fault, you thought you were hallucinating or something.

“Ma’am,” she stresses the word, “Please unblock me.”

You blink at her, “Uh, sure.”

She waits, her hands clasped together in front of her.

“Oh- oh, right now?” you stutter, pulling the phone out from your noticeably lavish pyjamas.

Wait had someone changed you in your sleep? What the hell was going on? Maybe you should be more concerned about that, honestly. Still, you do as she commands.

She watches you like a hawk as you stare at the cracked phone. Your eyes flick up at her, and then back down at the screen. Slowly, watching for her reaction, you unblock ‘The Wicked Witch of the West.’ She nods, not even commenting on what was apparently her name in ‘your’ phone.

You were still slightly concerned about the ‘She wants to eat you’ thing, but she seemed… alright. Kind of scary. But not cannibalistic.

Still, this was Gotham after all. A healthy dose of fear was what kept people like you alive.

“Ma’am, did you just wake up? It’s already 4 o’clock,” she gives you a subtly disapproving look, and your shoulders sink like you’re being scolded.

“Yeah- yeah, sorry about that,” you stammer, embarrassed for some unknowable reason. This really was just like a dream. You could tell something was very obviously wrong, but you were still going along with everything like it wasn’t. Everyday life.

You were going to focus on that, this had to be just a dream. Just go along with… this, and then you’d wake up. And if you could manage to get over the uncanny valley-ness of the very obvious wealth surrounding you, maybe you could enjoy it.

You had always wanted to be rich. This was just your brain spewing out random information. Better than the nightmares you usually get.

You’re abruptly pulled back into focus when the woman clears her throat loudly. Ah, shoot. Had she been talking? You definitely hadn’t been listening.

“We need to get you ready, Miss,” she says like she’s repeating herself. You nod, because yes, of course, getting ready.

Ready for what? You think if you ask her she’ll yell at you. So when she grabs your arm and tugs you along, you follow. She pulls you into the bathroom, sitting you down in front of the mirror on a stool. Because this bathroom has stools in it. You stare at your reflection warily, before glancing up at her behind you.

“The stylists will be here in about forty minutes, and the makeup artists in two hours,” she pauses, giving you a strange look, “I appreciate you being so cooperative today. I understand this is all a delicate matter, but I am under Mr. Wayne’s orders first and foremost.”

“Wayne… like Bruce? Bruce Wayne?” you ask, even though there’s really no one else it could be. Still, you have to check.

Because it’s impossible. Even if it’s a dream, it still feels completely impossible. There was just something inside you that said ‘that can’t be right’, even if you knew none of this was real.

You realise, quite late, that you don’t even know this lady's name. ‘Wicked witch’

“Yes, Ma’am. Bruce Wayne of Wayne Enterprises,” she answers you, pulling out her phone and flicking through it. She doesn’t even respond to what you have to assume is an inane question. Maybe ‘dream you’ often asks stupid questions.

‘Normal you’ certainly does.

“Oh… okay…” the conversation drifts off, and she makes no attempt to fill it. Aren’t P.A.s supposed to… you don’t know, fix that? Or maybe she’s not your personal assistant, just an assistant. Silly you, making assumptions.

This bathroom deserves assumptions. You wonder if the gold frame of the mirror is, y’know, real.

The blonde woman walks out of the room without speaking another word to you. You think maybe you should follow her, but instead you just sit there with your hands on top of your knees. Your leg bounces up and down, and you glare it into submission, ignoring the way your muscles jump.

You look at yourself. You look… different. The bags under your eyes are worse than usual, and your gaze sunken into your face. Your hair is sad and oily, knotted in places. Your skin is almost waxy.

You look sick. You look like… you remember, you look like…

In the light of the day, you refuse to think about it. You’re not allowed to, you’ll break if you do.

You just don’t. Even if your reflection just confirms that you have to be dreaming.

Instead, you turn your gaze to the tub. You raise your hand to your hair again. Back in your apartment, you’d had a shower. It was a surprisingly good shower because you’d invested in a showerhead with better pressure. Still, it wasn’t a bath.

You missed bathes. You get up, close the door, lock it, and sink inside the tub. You take off your silky pyjamas inside the bath, and then you toss them on the floor beside you. Sitting there, you watch through the giant window at the world down below. At the ravens and pigeons that fly through the fog, at the few people you can see through the windows and balconies.

You press your cheek against the glass. It’s cold. You’re cold.

You’re sitting in an empty bathtub naked. What are you doing?

Rubbing at your eyes, you reach over to what you think are the controls. They all look very complicated, but there’s a switch that goes from blue to red, so you turn that. It takes another button press for the water to start flowing out. Steam fills the room, and you let out a sigh of contentment.

“Ma’am! Ma’am, the stylists will be here in ten minutes, and you need to get out. Ma’am? Ma’am!”

You shoot up in the bath, splashing water over the overflowing sides. Blinking, you turn your head back and forth and then sink back down. Oh. You’re still here. You went to sleep, but you’re still here. Maybe it’s one of those dreams where you think you wake up, but you haven’t. Or, ah, something similar.

You feel so tired. You really, really didn’t miss this feeling.

Quickly, you wash your hair and body, scrubbing furiously at the oily sweat on your skin. You stumble out of the bath on shaky legs, dry yourself off, and almost trip in your haste to get out the door. Showing off your negligible intelligence, you only realise you’re still wearing just a towel till she manhandles you towards the closet.

A walk-in closet, because of course it is. You think it’s bigger than your apartment. It has a flat bench in the centre because evidently all the walking around you’ll be doing will require a fainting couch.

The woman gives you, horrifyingly, a set of lacy, racy underwear. When all you do is just gape at her, she sighs, takes them from your hands and gives you a simple black set with no frills. You look down at them clasped in your wet hands. They’re clean, and they seem to be your size.

Still, this is a bit…

“Are these… new?” you ask, because there’s no tag or anything.

“Yes, Ma’am. But if you want, we do have some sets still unpacked at the back of the closet,” she says, going along with your weirdness. Even if she was a bit scary, you were grateful for that, at least. You guess celebrities were usually quite eccentric, so maybe this wasn’t out of the ordinary for her.

“Yes, please.”

She gives you a pair of Victoria’s Secret bra and underwear, plain beige and still in their plastic packaging.

“Cool, sweet, thanks,” you say, and she shakes her head just slightly.

She puts a white bathrobe down, and leaves the room, closing the door behind her. You lock it, and then you put on the underwear that you did not buy. The whole experience is strange, but still, you just go along with it. You’re a go-along-with-it kind of person.

You were… you were starting to not like that all of a sudden. Still, out of your depth in an odd dream is no place to start doubting your entire personality. You put on the bathrobe too. And the fluffy slippers that are tucked under them, with great pleasure.

You hear the many voices before you open the door. When you step through it, you feel like you’ve stepped onto the set of a movie. Or well, the backstage at least. Women and men are flittering about the chic apartment in the sort of rush you’d only seen working at BatBurger.

The woman from before spots you and you feel like a rabbit under a hawk's gaze when her brown eyes narrow on you. She strides over to you and then, once again, clamps her grip around your wrist and drags you over. You wonder as you stumble after her if she’s got some meta-human in her because no slim, perfectly put-together lady should be this damn strong.

She pulls you towards a set of three people. You can immediately tell they’re the heads of the operation, with an aura that squashes you like a pancake. Two women, one man. They’re all dressed to the nines, in their own unique ways.

They all look at you with assessing glances. You fear you do not measure.

“I’m surprised, Jeanine. You actually got her this time,” a woman with a black bob and a rocker look comments, her red lips twisting into a grin. You realise, with a start, that the blonde woman who was not incorrectly nicknamed ‘The Wicked Witch of The West’ was actually called Jeanine.

Lovely, you were getting the hang of things.

“Yes, she was very agreeable this afternoon. I’d like to apologise once again for any past issues,” Jeanine says, all business. You still have no idea what’s going on, and definitely no idea what they’re talking about. But what you assumed was the jist of it… was that ‘dream you’ wasn’t a very harmonious person.

Lovely, lovely, lovely. This was a bit of a personal nightmare for a people pleaser like you. Actually, it was a literal personal nightmare. Lovely.

“The disrespect I’ve faced is immeasurable. But, Monsoir Wayne pays exceedingly well. Still, it’s nice to actually have our dear client before us,” the other woman says, appraising her french tip nails. Which, considering she said ‘monsoir’ and the whole accent, would make a lot of sense. She’s closer to a classic beauty than her punk rock friend, with brown hair coiled and beautiful pearls across her neck.

“I don’t know, I thought I’d be getting paid for doing no work tonight. Ruins my plans,” the man teases, and you’re relieved at the kindness in his gaze. He’s wearing a suit with a dazzling but trendy red tie. His tie has an odd metallic sheen to it, a fabric your peasant mind couldn’t place.

If Molly were here, she’d jab you in the stomach with an elbow and whisper “One of those homosexuals, me thinks” even if she was bi herself.

You wish Molly were here.

“Yes, well, I’d like it if we could all work together tonight. And get to it quickly, the drive to the Wayne Tower isn’t a quick one with the evening traffic, so, if you’d please.”

And that was that. No introductions, no extra pleasantries. You were swept away in a whirl of fabric and hair products.

They stuff you into a gorgeous evening gown, its colour reminding you of a sparkling midnight sky. Rhinestones dot down the sides, coalescing at the bottom. You hope they’re not real diamonds. Gloves, a bracelet, a necklace, and dripping pearl earrings. It was all impeccably put together, and you felt uncomfortable with such items on you. You didn’t dare ask how much it all cost, despite being desperately curious.

They slip towering 6-inch stilettos on you despite your protests, cake your face in enough powder to make you sneeze. Dramatic liner and eyelashes that felt heavy on your face, a lipstick that had to be coated twice because you chewed on your lip with nerves.

And then you’re done, dizzy and confused but thoroughly made up.

You get one quick look at your reflection before Jeanine is pulling you up and out of the seat.

They’d gotten rid of the signs.

You ignore the part of you that desperately wants them back and follow Jeanine out into the elevator.

Despite the fact that it is, in fact, a very long drive to the Wayne Tower, she does not seem inclined to say a single word to you. The ride is awkward and quiet, broken only by the sound of you pressing buttons in the back of limousine, and even that stops when you get an unimpressed look from her.

So you just sit there, vibrating at frequencies unseen by man.

When you finally arrive at Wayne Tower, the crowd shocks you. There are so many paparazzi, nearly overflowing the flimsy barricades and onto the carpeted marble entryway. The tower itself is a display of outrageous wealth, towering over the rest of Gotham City easily. You think for a while it’d been the tallest building in the world, but you couldn’t remember your elementary school education all that well.

It wasn’t like this information would’ve been useful at any point in your life. You still don’t think it will be, as this is all a very vivid dream.

The door opens, and immediately you’re overwhelmed by the camera flashing. You hunch away from the lights like a vampire, but Jeanine pushes you forward.

“We’re already very late, Ma’am. No time for faffing around,” she says from behind you, hand placed squarely against your back.

What? But all you’d done was rush around all afternoon! You know, if you’d just taken one of the trains or even the Skyrail you’d have been able to avoid this. Still, you’re out the door, up the steps, not given a moment to react to the questions thrown at you.

“Miss! Miss, are you here to celebrate your birthday? Don’t you think it’s a bit callous to ignore the tragedies of today?”

“Miss! Is it true you’ve been disowned?”

“Miss, miss, about your family…!”

Oh, well, even if what they’re saying is awful, it’s a relief. It’s your birthday again. You think the guy who had called you said happy birthday. That meant none of this could possibly be real. See? It had to be a dream. Had to, had to… You decide to ignore literally everything else they say, letting the words float through your very hollow brain.

Life’s a lot easier when you play it a little stupider.

The heels and the stairs are an awful combination, and if it wasn’t for Jeanine’s herculean strength you’re certain you’d be tumbling down them right now. Your assistant… secretary… lady is careful not to let that happen, however.

Maybe you judged her too quickly. You appreciated anyone who made sure you didn’t fall flat on your ass. It was a good quality for a person to have.

You don’t get to appreciate the Wayne Tower all done up. You don’t get to stare at the lights and flowers strung into the art deco rafters. You don’t get to stare and gape and look like an idiot, because Jeanine wants you to look like an idiot elsewhere.

In the middle of all these fucking random rich people you don’t know. Hurray!

You’re shoved into a group of people, with Jeanine at your back. She starts rattling off names and titles and relations, and you can’t make heads or tails of any of it. You turn to look at her with what must be a genuine deer-in-headlights fear, and she stops and then starts speaking slower.

Thank God for that. Well, since she’s making an effort, you do too.

“This is Lianne Jenkins, wife of Senator Jenkins,” Jeanine whispers into your ear, and you nod. You knew him, you’d voted for him, in fact. How the fuck were you here talking to his wife? She’s not looking at you, instead talking to someone beside her. She turns, and you put on the best smile you can.

The socialite physically startles when she sees your face. Great.

“Oh- oh my!” her voice stutters over your name like she can barely even remember it, “I didn’t know you’d be here tonight, it’s a pleasure to see you!”

It… it was your birthday party, right? Your name was on a giant banner at the back of the room, so you had to assume it was. Dream logic. Just- just blame it on dream logic.

“Oh, look it’s Gerald! I’m sorry my dear I really have to-”

And she just ditched you. At your birthday party. You blink at the space she just evacuated and then turn around to Jeanine. You probably give her some sort of weird Kubrick stare, and she winces. She then looks around for someone else for you to talk to. From the growing despair on her face, you can assume she doesn’t find anyone.

“I don’t want to be here,” you say.

“I said I’d quit, remember?” she replies. You think she’s lying to you. She looks about as desperate as you feel, which is a lot. You were seeing a lot of sides of ‘The Wicked Witch of the West’ today. She seemed less wicked and more generally insane. Hey, at least the two of you had something in common.

You turn away from her, eyes roving over the party. You recognise some people, because you know, they’re all rich and famous. That guy over there was in a movie you pirated recently. The one on your right seems to be someone important in online tech spaces. You think he did NFTs or something, which made you sad because you did not want that sort of person at your birthday party. Oh, the woman on the other side of the room eating canapes is an Instagram influencer, you think. The fantasy of a Wayne party gala is fading fast, falling out of the sky like a comet of fire to bring doom and death to mankind.

You are so out of your depth.

You turn back around to Jeanine.

“I really, really don’t want to be here,” you repeat, and Jeanine, shocking you, grabs your hands in hers.

“Please stay. Just for thirty minutes, please,” she begs you, her dark eyes pleading. And because you are the living personification of a doormat, you sigh.

“Alright. But only for thirty. And I’m getting very, very drunk.”

“Thank you, thank you. I’ll be right beside you the entire time-”

You decide, oh so kindly, that you are totally ditching Jeanine, too. Spinning in your dress, you make a grand effort to get away from her, but she dogs you loyally. The goliath-like heels you’re wearing don’t make it any damn well easier. Still, you don’t stop trying to outrun the tiny, control freak of a woman. Because while she definitely seems to desperate to stay near you, you are also very desperate to not be near her.

Your hand itches. Randomly, it itches quite a lot. You don’t know why you only notice what must be a bug bite inside the gala, but you do. Awkwardly, you scratch your palm with your other hand, staring down at the skin. It doesn’t look red yet, but it honestly it’s getting kind of annoying.

You sigh again, and turn to ask Jeanine if she had any lotion or something, because you assume that’s what stalking personal assistants are for and… she’s not there. Somehow you lost her, without even noticing.

You throw your arms into the air. Yippee! Now, it’s time for alcoholism, as is the answer to all problems in life. It’s what the loving and maternal arms of Gotham had taught you, after all.

You stumble your way to a wall where there’s a set of food, and a server with a silver platter carrying a bunch of champagne glasses. You stop the guy before he moves again, your hands in the air like you’re trying to soothe a scared animal.

You point at the tray, “I want that.”

He looks at you with mild horror. You thought rich people were weird, like he’d be used to something like this. It wasn’t like you were asking for the shirt off his back or cocaine or something. If it wasn’t obvious, you really didn’t know anything about what rich people did.

“It’s my birthday. It’s totally cool. I asked Bruce myself,” You bald-faced lie, like you’d ever even met the man. Like a predator, you watch the man carefully put the tray down next to the rest of the food, and then he slowly backs away from you. Well, okay, you could admit that was kind of weird. This night is getting to you. God knows this loud-as-fuck party was more overstimulating than anything you could usually stand. And so bright. What a shitty fairytale ball.

You grab one of the flutes of champagne and swirl it, sniff it, and then once you’ve gone through the polite checklist of drinking you throw it back like it’s a shot of vodka. There were people watching after all. Wait, they’d probably seen you corner that poor server boy.

Hmm, this requires cake. You choose a random slice that looks like it might be strawberry something, and dig in eagerly. It tastes fucking fantastic. The cream is sweet and soft, and the jam has a pop of flavour you totally weren’t expecting. And the cake itself was a lovely, spongy texture.

Grand. Maybe if you just sat here like a wallflower and ate food and drank liquor you could handle this. It wasn’t any different from how you behaved at Molly’s college parties.

So, you decide to work your way up and down the buffet table. Most of it’s delicious, but when you try things you can’t quite recognise, there’s a twenty-percent chance it’ll be disgusting and you’ll have to spit it out to avoid poisoning. You’re careful not to try the caviar, despite your own curiosity. You’d heard that it just tasted like salty water, and that didn’t mix well with whatever you were currently putting in your stomach.

You look down at your hand. It’s another piece of the sponge cake, wedged between a napkin so your dirty fingers didn’t touch it and you didn’t have to bother with another plate. You giggle, because it really is that good.

Ah, this is great. You could do this forever, screw thirty minutes. You eye the entrance the servers keep coming in and out of, and wonder if Jeanine would get mad if you tried to follow them into the kitchens. Probably, probably…

The question was, was it worth it? You’re debating the merits when the sound of someone's shoes stops next to you. You think it’s a man, and you consider barking at him to get away from the buffet, but decide you’ve tried everything and can probably share again. It takes great strength, though. You decide you deserve some more champagne for the kindness.

It’s after a moment that you realise he’s not taking anything.

“Oh, so you actually showed up? Colour me surprised,” a familiar, calm, masculine voice speaks from behind you. Your mouth drops open, and you spin on your heel. If you hadn’t been clinging to the table cloth you’d have fallen over, but still, you drop the champagne flute, and it bursts in a spray of liquid and glass against your dress.

It also splatters on the dress shoes of one Tim Drake.

First the phone, now the delicious drink. You really wished you’d stop dropping things.

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#Series:WWW #yandere batfam #yandere dc #yandere batfamily #yandere batfam x reader #yandere x reader #dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #tim drake x reader #red robin x reader #damian wayne x reader #robin x reader

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nathaslosthershit · 3 months

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Secret Daughter?

Summary: Fans are speculating as to who the child Jack and his girlfriend were spotted with is.

Liked by trevorzegras, jhugheswag, and 3,539 others

Nhlplayernews: Devils alternative captain & superstar, Jack Hughes, spotted looking pretty comfortable with alleged girlfriend & mysterious child. Could it be the center has been hiding a kid from the world?

user: remember when hockey was about the game?

user: You are on an insta page literally called “player news” dumbass.

user: guys it’s me and Jack’s kid leave us alone!

user: hey girly, I hate to be the one to do this…

user: Trevor liking this 💀

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Jackhughes: you are a fucking asshole you know that right?

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Jackhughes: what the fuck-

It was a widely known fact that Jack Hughes was never one for interviews. No professional athlete ever really was into them with how often they were asked the same questions. But given his most recent injury, and his time off, he finally agreed after being forced asked to do one from the comfort of his own apartment.

After 30 minutes of having to speak about his team’s playing in recent games, as well as details on his injury and when he is expected back, the end was finally in sight. There was little talk about Jack’s personal life, apart from if he had been talking to his brothers recently, which was quite frankly the most idiotic question. But he was happy, given the most recent rumors, the interviewer had not asked about Jack’s mysterious child he supposedly had and he had thought he had made it out, until…

The soft footsteps were almost inaudible, but as Jack had become accustomed to listening for them at all times, he had immediately heard Eva’s approach. After politely stopping the interviewer who was in the middle of asking what Jack did to fill his days now, the center turned to see his girlfriend’s little sister holding her blanket tightly with tear stained eyes.

“Aw Eva, didn’t have a good nap?” Jack cooed.

“Bad dream” was all the child said. At this, he beckoned the child forward, letting her sit in his lap as she tried to calm down, still fighting those post-breakdown tears.

Seeing that Jack was clearly locked in his own world, the interviewer cleared his throat.

“So, I assume this is the secret child we have been hearing a lot about recently?” He pressed.

“She is, but she isn’t my kid. She is my girlfriend’s little sister who is staying with us for a bit.” Jack was fine to clear up the fact that he was not a dad, but he didn’t feel the need to go into the heavy details on why Eva was staying with them. It wasn’t his place.

The interviewer went on to ask the 3 year old a few questions. What her favorite color was, what animals she liked, if she had a best friend, were all discussed at length. Jack was happy to have the spotlight off of him in his own interview, and his large smile as he looked down at the now happy and energetic girl was not unnoticed.

Once Eva’s interview was done, Jack, begrudgingly, went back to answering his, now with Eva settled into his lap. As he talked, she nuzzled into his chest as she went back to sleep. After noticing that she had dozed off, Jack knew he wasn’t going to be able to focus again on this interview, but luckily the man interviewing him had also noticed this.

“Well Jack, I’ll let you get that little one to bed. It was nice talking to you and Eva, hope to see you back on the ice soon.”

—

Eva went back to bed soon after, waking up in a much better mood than before. She was now sitting in the living room playing quietly while Jack made dinner, awaiting his girlfriend’s arrival.

He turns as the door opens, seeing his very tired girlfriend in the doorway.

“Oh wow, don’t you look like the perfect housewife.” She said pointing to his apron.

“You will have to wife me up soon, too many people are out here looking for a partner as great as me.” He quips back.

“Maybe… we will see. How was Eva today?”

“Had a nightmare and woke up early from her nap but she went back to sleep on my lap… during my interview.” His girlfriend turned around at that.

“Shit, I forgot you had that today. I am so sorry Jack I would have arranged a sitter for her.”

“No, no, it's fine I promise. Although now everyone knows about her. He asked her a few questions, nothing crazy just like her favorite toys and such.”

“What did you say about her?” She asks, concerned. Understandably, his girlfriend didn’t want her family’s dirty laundry out there for people to judge.

“Just that she was your sister and staying with us for a bit. If you don't want that I can ask my team to get it cut out. I would have asked you but I didn’t really have time.”

She is quiet for a moment while she thinks. Eva and her family situation was… complicated. Jack knew that. A three year old staying with her 22 year old sister and boyfriend was going to raise some questions from fans.

“It’s okay. People will find out eventually and now they know you don't have a secret child. I’m sure that is a relief.”

“Honey, you know damn well I didn’t care. And I see Eva as a daughter. She has been in my life almost as long as you have and I adore her. It was kind of cool to see people thinking I was a dad, and a good one at that.”

She was on the brink of tears hearing this. Bringing Eva home and raising her wasn’t easy, and despite how long they have been together, she was always insecure about how Jack truly felt, even though he had been nothing but accepting and loving to Eva.

“You’re right. Hey, maybe now she can go to games. She always asks when we watch at home.”

Jack lights up at the idea. “I'll get her a mini version of my jersey. I'll try to get you guys good seats. That will be great.” He immediately walks over to Eva, taking her in his arms as he asks her if she wants to go to one of his games.

Even after all this time, there is no better site than watching her sister laughing with Jack, a man that had no obligation to love Eva the way he did but did so tenfold.

#nhl imagine #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x y/n #nhl x reader

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reztoru · 1 year

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──── With Love

彡 soft mornings with satoru in which he's a pest and wakes you up early to indulge himself in his favourite morning activities; doing you.

tw / cw : smut, soft gojo, he cums inside if you squint — but it’s never actually said (in fact it's never even said he nuts so fuck that guy fr) ,, gojo scars mentioned once, use of word "baby" once

pairing : gojo x reader

gender not specified, no detailed physical descriptions of reader but their features are referred to as delicate once

a/n : i had this done weeks ago but forgot to post it. I've been so busy ahh

w/c : 2.2k

Minors dni - 18+

The air in the room felt heavy. With the sun trying to invade the expanse of your haven. Forcing you to squint to adjust to the newly lit space. Head rolling over to check the time. Five? Six? You couldn’t tell. Not with the overgrown cat sprawled on you, begging for your attention.

“too early…” you grumble.

Satoru couldn’t disagree more. He drops a hand in your line of sight, lulling your focus onto him. As he let himself lean down to nuzzle his face against yours, peppering you with kisses.

“Satoru,” you started, knowing where he was going with this, “we have work today, and I’d like to make it on time.”

He pouted, offering you his best heartbroken eyes. “Please… stay, just for a bit, I promise.”

God, if he wasn’t so pretty, and you weren’t so drowsy, you’d have kicked him out of your bed by now. You tried giving him an angry look, you really did, but those kisses he was laying on you, and his feathery touches were chipping away at your resolve.

Ultimately, you gave him a sleepy nod with a tired yes. And that’s all he needed to indulge himself in his devious morning schemes. He started with his hand travelling down your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. As he slotted his knee between your legs, giving himself support to hold his body up.

Now that you think of it, it isn’t such a bad way to start the day. With him manoeuvring around your form. As if he’s accomplished this in many past lives with you. In the same sweet early mornings, with the same conviction to serve — or maybe just to take.

Satoru gives you one last kiss on the lips, leaving a sloppy trail down your body as he makes his way to your core. Every little gasp that left you gave him a big grin.

“Needy much?” He says between kisses, nipping at your hip.

“Please, shut up.”

Thankfully, he listens; continuing to suck on your skin. His hands cupped the back of your thighs to push them up. The abruptness made you let out a little oh! as he sat up to kiss your ankle. Subsequently, he left behind a loving trail of him.

“Quite teasin’ or else I’ll kick you out of bed.” You uttered, a playful smile on your lips.

“And where’s the fun in that?”

You roll your eyes and watch as he continues to pepper every inch of your skin with kisses. As if he needed to remind you – your body that he adored; yearned for every inch of you. So much so that he’d spend hours exploring the expanse of your essence, even if he’s done it a million times over. Finally, he reaches your core; but that doesn’t mean his teasing stops.

His mouth brushes against you, poking his tongue out ever so slightly. But never enough or where you need him to. Honestly, you should’ve just suffocated him with your thighs; but he’d probably be more happy than anything – instead, you opt for his hair. You gave it a tug, making the man below you groan. You don’t give up, pushing his head closer to your core. Finally, he obliges, letting his tongue run alongside the length of you.

And so, your breathy whines begin their dance around the cracks of the morning rays. The minimal glow kissed the outline of Satoru’s jaw, intertwining with his icy locks. He looked heavenly in this position – despite his awful teasing. You couldn’t help but think, he’s way prettier when he isn’t talking. With his face buried down by your hips as his tongue laps at you. You drop your head, melting into the comfort of your warm pillows. Your fingers comb through his hair, a hum vibrating into you.

This moment may be called vulnerable. Soft, and full of adoration. Pure love in which it envelops your heart in such a firm clasp, you ask yourself if it’s still working — if it’s doing you any good. Love that enters your home before you could muster out a hello or welcome. A feeling that’s been lingering long before you were aware of its presence. It’s almost scary, and uncomfortable. I suppose that’s what makes it all the more exciting.

The thrill of the unknown, what’s to come? The adrenaline that courses through your veins, anticipating what’s next. But of course, right now, you know.

You’re accustomed to the comforting warmth of him being so close. Watching as he brings himself to loom over you. You’re mindful of the pause he takes, as he looks at you for a sign to keep going. And he knows when you pull him closer, bringing his face down to yours is your silent say to continue; he knows because you’ve spent several nights like this together. And when you let out a small gasp as you feel him enter you, the sound travels into him; something that tells him you want him just as much as he wants you.

He lets himself bottom out, stilling as he presses his hips flush against yours. He allows his head to rest against yours, his breath is a little shaky. And thus he continues, slowly dragging his cock out, and plunging back in. He savours the way you feel around his length; the way you sound. Oh and the faces you make.

Satoru’s crystal orbs roll over you, drowning in the delicate features. He falls into a scarce trance, watching your movements. Mouth faintly twitching, eyes shut. Eyelashes reaching out to your cheeks, with salty tears tangling the tips. Despite this daze, he hears those silken gasps. It forces his eyes to fall to the back of his skull, offering out a groan; he leans down to hide in your neck.

As a result, he allows himself to inhale your entirety; each sound, every movement. The way he consumes your entire being, you’d think it was almost toxic. Greedily taking more and more. His hips snapping into you harder, a little faster — letting himself get lost in staking claim to you for the nth time.

As his skin meets yours, again, and again, and again; it causes your nails to rake up his shoulders, fingers trying to find solace in his hair. And when they do, you pull his head back, allowing him to cast a gaze on you. “‘toru, ‘toru, ‘toru!” A silent chant that gripped onto his eardrums, making his eyes flicker down to your mouth. Mumbling in the same whiny tone, I know, I know. A shaky hand brings your leg to rest on his shoulder, pushing deeper into you.

And it’s then he decides, in this ashy greed, he’ll give parts of himself too. He’d offer you everything if he could. He’d give you the silky waters, to the ombre mountains. From the honeyed sky to the evening dew. He’d pick all the flowers in the world if only to make up for his hunger that eats you away.

For now, all he can offer is the soft pleasure that encases you both.

And he whispers, “a little more, yeah?”

Oh, but he knows you’ll let him indulge. If you had any sort of thoughts left and were more awake, you’d whine louder, be a little bratty. Instead, there’s only a quiet moan, more. Pawing at him, enticing him in. And how could he possibly stop when he wants it just as bad — when your eyes are filled with so much love.

With adoration for him and the way the morning light contours his silhouette. Offering him a warm glow as he moves into you, one that makes you have a sense of security. That tangy gleam caught his porcelain skin, making him appear to be burning up in a passionate hue. High cheekbones giving him a sophisticated cut; white locks that cling to the sweat on his forehead. And the subtle imperfections that grace his features, the bumps of scars whittled into him.

Bringing your hand to cup his face, focusing on him, letting your mouth take on its signature ‘o’. He thrusts into you, in a way that he’s memorized, a way that he knows will make your eyes roll. Those crystal orbs stare back, consuming one another. They left nothing to unveil behind them. Too many hours like this had passed. Moments of vulnerability, bare and raw. Traversing the depths of each other’s mind, body, and soul. Turning them inside out only for a taste of purity.

And right now, you’re a little too hazy; brimming with naught but him. He captivated all your senses. His scent and sound, all coursing through your body to your core. Oh, and the way he makes you feel so full. Each languid roll of his length pulls you closer and closer. It’s borderline unbearable how consumed you are.

Satoru, amid your haze, reaches up to grip the headboard, worsening your consumption of him. He gives a complete view of how big he really is. The sensation of being so filled with him as he bullies himself deeper into you is almost overwhelming. You try to turn away, close your eyes, something, anything to return to the pesky light of the morning star; to gain some control again, but it’s so good.

“please… don’t stop.”

Meanwhile, Satoru’s gaze wanders down your figure, taking in every curve, covered in a thin layer of sweat. The rays press on the surface of you. It mesmerizes him, how your form moves with each thrust and how the sun highlights each bounce. He’d call you divine, but the lewd sound of moans and skin meeting makes the entire scene seem sinful.

He lets his eyes dart up to your face, and you meet him there, bringing yourself to look into his solemn blues. His hands are ever-active, snaking around your back to pull you up onto his lap. He keeps you flush against him, rocking into you, faster and faster. His arm holds you tight, allowing his other hand to intertwine with yours. His lips find their place on your neck, leaving behind a trail of sugary words and dainty kisses.

“satoru”

“I know, baby. I know.”

His mouth lifts you into the clouds when his teeth graze your skin, nibbling your sweet spot. Truthfully, the bites and kisses aren’t only for your pleasure, they’re for him, too. Selfish man he is, needs this to pull him through the day — needs you to linger on him until he can savor you again. So, he’ll bite and kiss, knead and grab. It’s desperate.

You’d tease him any other time, but not right now, no. Not when you’re also being just as desperate to reach your high. As a result, you try to give yourself more stimulation, but Satoru swats you away. He isn’t entirely selfish, thus he’ll help get you there. You let your arm wrap around him, and in turn, he uses his freed hand to toy with you. Whispering quiet thank you’s, because he knows he’s a little mean for doing this so early, keeping you so late.

It’s your fault, is what he’d say. He’d tell you how it’s your fault for looking so captivating in the morning. How could he not want to ravage his stunning partner the second he wakes up? Especially when he gets rewarded with your melodic moans. You get rewarded too, of course, with a blossoming orgasm. That’s so close.

“Come with me,” he mumbles into you.

A string of yes’, and please’s fall from your lips. He keeps moving, letting his length slide into you. Paired with him playing with your most sensitive parts, it’s no surprise it doesn’t take much for you to transcend. To reach that pleasure that you’ve been yearning for this morning. That long-awaited climax; the only thing keeping Satoru safe in your warm bed.

And the intensity of electricity spreads through your veins, making your back arch. While your chest presses against him, you wonder if he can feel the way your body is burning up, or feel how your stomach tightens — or how your heart pounds against your ribs. The sensation is akin to a supernova bursting into all shades in the galaxy. It takes out any thoughts or worries in its burst. Mind going blank, and body going numb.

You pull him in for one last kiss, letting your moans slur into his mouth. It’s almost too much, how your body is a little airy and limp. But Satoru is there, and he keeps you grounded, pushing you through your orgasm. There’s most definitely a mess that’s been made, and you’re for sure going to make him clean it up, but for now, you breathe. Allowing your form to relax into him, floating into an oasis.

Gently, oh so gently, he lays you down. Watching the time sway by, falling back down to earth. You ask yourself if maybe you should just become a house spouse, with the way you’re never to work on time, anyway. Blissful pleasure turns into annoyance, and you do end up kicking him out of bed. He does clean up and buys you your favourites throughout the day. He’d insist that he loves you lots, and you’d reply with a snort.

“You’d let me sleep if you loved me.”

You know, though, it’s all with love, even if it’s mildly infuriating.

#𓂃 ⋆｡°﹆ ⁞ spirit writes #𓂃 ₊‧⁺˖⋆ deep blue #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #gojo smut #gojo satoru x you #gojo x you #gojo x gender neutral reader #gojo x gn!reader #gojo satoru x gender neutral reader #gojou x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jjk x reader smut #jjk smut

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yourwosogirly · 9 months

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Opposites do attract - Katie McCabe

Hope you like this @veteranwerewolf95

Word count : 1k

“Really, Katey bear, still asleep?”I sighed, as I walked back into my and Katie’s bedroom after having breakfast she was still fast asleep, snores escaping her.

She had been sleeping in a lot more than necessary for the Ireland captain after having jet lag from coming back from Australia so I had let her sleep in but I had to start getting ready and she still wasn’t awake.

I got back into bed, pulling the covers over us and I turned over to face her, it was kind of creepy as I was staring at her, but I was just admiring my girlfriend.

I cupped her face in my hands as she grumbled in her sleep her hand resting on the side of her face as she slept while I smiled, watching in cuteness.

It didn’t look like she would be able to awake from her slumber anytime soon so I would have to be the one to do it.

“Babycakes, wake up for me” I graced with a smile, lying on my side as I looked at her, brushing the hair out of her eyes.

I kissed her softly for a few minutes before I felt her kiss me back. I pulled away in shock giving her the chance to yawn her head off.

“Good morning” I smiled at her, stroking her jaw as she mumbled things I couldn’t quite catch onto.

“Babycakes?, really” she quirked an eyebrow at me for the weird names as I shrugged, it was silent got a moment before we both laughed, leaning against each other's bodies.

Clearly someone who wasn’t too happy to have been woken up on a Saturday morning . She turned away from me, flipping her phone over to see what the time read before moving to face me again.

“Ugh it’s so early” she complained, sitting up on the bed and laying her back against the headboard.

“Baby, it's 10:35” I reminded her as I sat on her lap and she pulled me closer and let her hands rest on my ass.

“So, what are we doing today?” I ask, smiling nuzzling my head into the crook of her tanned neck.

She wrapped her left arm around my shoulder, resting her chin on top of mine, giving my hairline a kiss.

“Sleep, hopefully” she mumbled into my hair and closed her eyes making me roll my eyes.

“Baby, we can’t sleep all day” I pulled away from her chest making her whine with a pout on her lips.

“Why not?”she groaned, dropping her head on my shoulder as I stroked her hair with a smile.

“Can we go shopping today?”I ask, moving her hair as I began to kiss her neck.

“No” she disagreed straight away, feeling tired and wanting to spend the day in bed, together.

But it was hard to disagree as she had to hide a moan while I kept sucking on her neck.

“Baby please” I looked up from where I was sucking on her collarbone with doe eyes which she tried to look away from.

“No” she forced out, struggling against me as I grabbed her chin, holding her in place.

“For me?”I gave her a sly smile knowing she couldn’t resist me.

“Fine” she gave in making me smile. I jumped up, peppering kisses all over her face as she giggled trying to push me away.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you” I grinned at her, I had meant to go for a shopping trip for a while now and getting to spend the day with Katie made it even better.

I jumped off the bed, running towards the wardrobe to find an outfit for me to wear leaving Katie in the comfort of our bed, alone.

“Wait, come back!”

A couple hours later

“Why did I agree to this?”Katie groans rubbing at her eyes as I dragged her through the shopping centre.

“Cause you love me” I turned round, giving her a cheeky smile and pulling her into a kiss.

“Damn right” she mumbled against my lips before I pulled away to walk to the next beauty shop ahead making Katie whine in displeasure.

“Cmon Kate, just a couple more shops and then we can go for some lunch yeah? How about subway?”I suggested, making her smile that I could only grace on her dashing face.

“Okay,” she sighed as I leaned up to kiss her cheek causing a blush to spread on her face and up her before we entered the shop.

Katie managed to survive the last shop, and by that I mean she stood in the corner, my shopping bags in her hands, complained about standing up but secretly undressed me with her eyes as she watched me try on clothes.

“Katie, what’s up?”I looked up at her, seeing her wrapping her arms around my waist.

“Can we go home now?”She asked, nibbling on my neck.

“Baby, we’re almost done”i told her, patting her right arm to let me go hearing a small whine making me chuckle .

“But Y/N, darling, baby, the love of my life, I’m tired, I hate shopping, everyone’s up my arse, I just wanna go home and be with you, and I’m hungry”she complained with a huff.

“Kate, this is the last shop okay? Then we can get some food and cuddle all you want but let me go”i said with a giggle, trying to push her away from me .

“Fine”she grumbled, letting me go as i headed over the lady who was helping me out .

“Sorry, she’s allergic to smiling”I told her apologetically as me and her, who’s name was Lucy, giggled .

“I heard that!”

“Okay, thank you, bye”i said to the lady’s working as me and Katie headed on of the shop . I turned to Katie as she wrapped her arm around my shoulder. or

“Ok I’m done now, we can go get some food” I smiled heading round the corner to the subway as I could practically see the hunger in her eyes.

“Finally” she mumbled as I hit her shoulder.

“Shut up, I know you secretly enjoyed it your just tired” I told her as she rolled her eyes with a smirk.

“Anything to make you happy” she hummed kissing the side of my head.

Once me and Katie sat down and got our food, she grabbed my hand across the table as I looked up at her.

“Hey babe?” she asked me.

“Yes my love?”I asked kissing her knuckles, knowing she was about to tell me something.

“You're the only girl that can make me smile” she mumbled as she looked down at the ground all flustered, suddenly gone shy.

“Aww, Katie bear, come here” I smiled in appreciation, I knew this was the way of showing that she loved me.

“I love you too” I hummed, breathing in her scent.

This was therapy to me for the Katie and ruesha news 😭😭

#woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso one shot #katie mccabe x reader #katie mccabe imagine #arsenal wfc x reader #arsenal wfc imagine

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hee0soo · 9 months

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My drunk Baby

Summary: Filming a certain episode of Wanteez has left you with a more than just tipsy boyfriend! Lucky for him, he´s cute!

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©hee0soo on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

You didn´t know what exactly what woke you up. Was it Byeol who had decided to grace you with her presence or maybe the honking of passing by cars? You honestly didn´t know!

With a quick glance at your LED-alarm clock you realized that it was already close to3 in the morning and San, your boyfriend had yet to join you in bed for the night.

It wasn´t unusual that he was staying late at the company or that he decided to go back to the dorm with Seonghwa and Mingi because of an early schedule, but today you could swear that he would be coming over after he was done filming.

Something about filming new content for Wanteez and having the day after off to recharge their energy!

San hadn´t gone into specifics about what exactly they were going to film and you had long given up asking since he had kind of made it a tradition to watch their content with you to see your reaction.

This time however you got a bit worried as your boyfriend always made sure to at least text you when he wasn´t coming home. That´s why you forced yourself to became a little more awake to reach for your phone in the dark.

The brightness of the screen almost blinded you and you had to blink a few times to get your eyes used to it.

Surprised to see that you had a couple texts from not just San but apparently half of the other members too, you read through them all.

The first thing you noticed was that all of them had apparently lost every sense of grammar they had.

The second thing was Hongjoong apologizing for something you couldn´t quite figure out. Wooyoung sending you at least 20 pics that wouldn´t load due to KQs horrible Wi-Fi and San sending you a voice message with almost 5 minutes in length!

The last one was a message from Seonghwa.

Pls come pck up yur boyfrien and tak care if him??? ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ -received 2:23 am

Are they… drunk???

Your suspicion proofed to be correct when you started listening to your boyfriend´s voice message. You could feel yourself going soft as you cooed at San stuttering his way through the message, repeating the same thing about 3 times before trailing of and end the message with a soft and tired, “…nd I luv *hicks* you m´bby…”

Not being able to spot the giggle from escaping your lips followed by a sigh, you sat up in your bed.

Byeol, not happy about being woken up from her slumber threw a sassy glare in your direction before going back to sleep.

“I´m sorry cutie,”

Your phone lit up again. Another message from the groups oldest member.

I knw your up! DON INORE ME AN GET SANNIE HOM!!! -received 2:34 am

Alright, alright! I´m on my way… Dorm or company? -sent 2:35 am

drm -received 2:36 am

thanxx ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ -received 2:36 am

With a loud groan which made Byeols ears twitch gently, you threw the warm blanket off of your body to get dressed, opting for a pair of grey sweatpants which belonged to San judging by the size and one of his shirts laying on top of the clean laundry basket, you had yet to put away, you grabbed your phone, a mask and your car keys and walked out of the apartment with a pair of cat ear slippers on your feet.

They had been a birthday gift from Haneul, your boyfriends sister claiming that she couldn´t not buy them for you, seeing as San was basically a human shaped cat!

The drive was shorter than usual with just a few cars passing by. It was in the middle of the night after all!

Suppressing a tired yawn, you parked the car in the private garage of the apartment complex, greeting the security guard who already knew you from your countless visits at the dorms and vanished inside the elevator taking you to the correct floor.

You always found it impressive how they always managed to be loud enough to already be heard outside in the hallway and knowing that they probably wouldn´t be able to hear the doorbell either way, you punched the security PIN into the lockpad and let yourself in.

What you saw, was definitely not what you expected.

Yes San, Seonghwa and Mingi weren´t the type to say no when offered a cuddle, but seeing 3 fully grown men clinging to each other like koalas to their mother, whispering and giggling in hushed voices together was not on your bingo card for the night…

Leaning against the wall, you continued watching the 3 unnoticed for a while.

You didn´t know what they were talking about since their hushed whisper was soft enough to not be heard where you were standing.

“hmm an y/n does ths thng with their tongu-“

“Sannie!?” hastily you cut the drunk boy off, preventing him from spilling more than he probably already had.

Sans head whipped around at the sound of your voice, happy to see you.

“YEOBO!”

Mingi flinched slightly at the sudden increase in volume from the older 99-liner.

You were honestly surprised he was able to pronounce the word properly with how droopy his eyes were, face dangerously red from alcohol and seemingly close to falling over even though he was still sitting, leaning against the back of the couch.

“Come on you big baby, let´s get you home and in bed!”

Upon hearing those words, the performer got up, looking a little like a newborn lamb I doing so, and stumbled over to where you were. Pressing a loud but still sweet kiss to your cheek before wrapping his arms tightly around your middle!

You waved at the two other boys left behind on the couch, fondly rolling your eyes as they continued giggling.

Careful, as to not let him fall flat on his face, you helped put on his shoes and led him out the door.

It was a short walk but turned out to take way longer as San kept swaying, slowly losing the fight against the sleepiness.

The security guard waiting in the garage, couldn´t hide an amused smile as he watched you drag your half conscious boyfriend to the car.

Once he was seated and you took your place behind the wheel, you wanted to start the engine but were ultimately stopped by San grabbing your face in his hands clumsily, turning you to face him.

With wide eyes and squished cheeks you stared at him.

“Kiss?” he pouted, lips pursed cutely and waiting for you to follow his request.

His eyes were almost completely shut sitting there patiently.

You weren´t able to deny him a kiss even on a normal day, let alone like this!

After having received his kiss, he happily let you go to lean back. Smiling satisfied.

“Cute,” you said quietly to yourself before putting the car in reverse an dpulling out of the parking lot.

It wasn´t a surprise that the giant boy fell asleep and thankfully he wasn´t as hard to wake up as you had expected with the way he had started snoring.

Byeol greeted you two at the door, wrapping herself around your lour legs before doing the same to San.

“Byeol-ah! Oppa´s home!”

Bending down to pet the cat, he almost lost his balance if you hadn´t reacted as fast as you did.

“Yes and oppa needs to go to be right now!”

He let himself get dragged into the bedroom, flopping on the bed and closing his eyes, ready to let sleep take over but you forced him to at least get rid of his jeans and into his sleep shirt before whipping the remaining make up away for his face.

Dazed, he watched as you gently took care of him, enjoying every second of the pampering.

“Why are you looking at me like that San-ah?”

The boy shrugged.

“Luv you so mch my bby! Thnk you for takin care ´f me!”

His words made your face feel exponential warmer than before.

Throwing the makeupwipe into the trash can, you came back to sit next to him, pulling the blanket over him before pressing your lips gently onto his.

“I love you too my drunk baby!”

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thelittlewriter · 2 years

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Late Birthday

Pairing : Sakusa x Reader

Scenario : You come home late from work, without knowing that it was your birthday.

You were tired when you arrived home. It was past midnight. A part of you knew that it wasn’t common for someone to get off work after midnight. You didn’t have a choice, you had a deadline to meet. You hadn’t seen your boyfriend for more than a week. You missed him, but it was always too early when you woke up and too late when got off work.

You missed him, especially today. It seemed like the weekend wasn’t close enough, and it seemed like you wouldn’t be able to see him next weekend either.

You scoffed as you open the door of your apartment. It’s not like you could quit your job to be with your boyfriend. He was busy as well. He was probably asleep because he had to go train early. You turned the light on and just dropped your bag in front of the front door.

“I’ll put it away in the morning,” you said as if someone was watching and judging you.

But you were tired. You walked toward the kitchen to drink a glass of water before getting ready to go to bed. You opened the door and turn the light on. You jumped when you saw a body, sitting at the kitchen table. You recognized his clothes.

“Omi ?” you called your boyfriend.

He raised his head, and his eyes met yours. He was still half asleep, but still, he sat up and walked toward you. Had he been waiting for you in the kitchen this whole time ?

He took you in his arms.

“Happy birthday.”

You looked up at him. You were a bit confused. He had a small laugh.

“Yesterday was your birthday. It’s past midnight already.”

He held you tighter. You looked behind him and saw the cake on the kitchen table.

“I wanted to celebrate your birthday with you, but I guess you were with your friends. Still, it’s a shame I couldn’t wish you a happy birthday on your birthday.”

You closed your eyes. He probably stayed awake late at night just for this and wanted it to be a surprise. But you didn’t make it in time. Worse, you didn’t even notice it was your birthday.

“I’m sorry, I was at work.”

He stepped back a little.

“Work ?”

You nodded.

“Working this late isn’t good.”

He had a serious look on his face. You smiled and kissed him. When you looked at him again, he was pouting. He was clearly avoiding looking at you.

“I liked the idea of you being with your friends better.”

You laughed.

“You don’t have to be jealous. The truth is... I didn’t know it was my birthday.”

He took you by the hand and led you to the cake.

“Did you call ?” you asked. “I turned my phone off in the morning.”

“I didn’t. It was supposed to be a surprise.”

A surprise.

In your apartment.

You gasped. He got inside your apartment while you weren’t there for the first time since you gave him the key. He got inside your apartment during a period when you were busy.

“My apartment is so messy !” you suddenly screamed.

You were ready to run to your bedroom to tidy up a little but Sakusa caught you right before you left.

“I cleaned. You shouldn’t have to do that on your birthday and it wasn’t really messy to begin with.”

You smiled at him.

“It’s ok if you wanna go to sleep now. We can eat the cake tomorrow.”

You nodded. You were about to fall asleep right into his arms. You slowly got ready for bed, already half asleep. You could see your boyfriend keeping an eye on you from a distance.

“Do you have to wake up early tomorrow ?”

You sighed just thinking about it. The day after, on a Saturday, you were supposed to go to the office to finalize the project during a small meeting. A part of you hated the idea of waking up early again. What you hated more was that you wouldn’t spend as much time with your boyfriend.

When you finished getting ready to get to sleep, he was already in your bedroom.

“You know,” he said as you entered the room. “I always wondered where some of my clothes went. But they were all here.”

You laughed. You loved being home wearing his clothes. It felt as if he was hugging you all day. But you were fine wearing your own clothes tonight. After all, you had the real deal right here. You got into the bed and lay down.

“I’m sorry I was late today.”

“It’s fine, you were at work.”

You took his hand. It felt soft and intimate, in the dark.

“But you planned something.”

You have no idea, he thought.

He wanted to take you to a nice restaurant before eating the cake. He hadn’t planned anything big, as it was the first time you would celebrate your birthday since you started dating, and he knew you would most likely be tired. But it was alright. Just seeing you and being with you was enough.

“Just a cake,” he lied. “We can always celebrate it tomorrow when you get back.”

You didn’t answer. He heard your small breathing. You were already asleep.

“Happy birthday, Y/N.”

Hey ! I hope you liked it and that you had a good day ! I just wrote this randomly, there's no real story behind it but still, I hope it was good enough...

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bella-buggied · 1 year

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ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ - ʙᴇʟʟᴀ ʀᴀᴍꜱᴇʏ

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: bella ramsey x fem!reader

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: it’s your and bella’s first anniversary, and you go out on a dinner date.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: too much fluff, suggestive language.

𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: hello people of tumblr, this is the first fic i post on here and i’m still figuring this thing out so bear with me please. they/them pronouns for bella.

You can’t really believe it’s been a year. A whole year since Bella finally said ‘fuck it’ and asked you out, three hundred and sixty five days since the first date and the beginning point for many more.

The start of all the sweet little pet names and the late night talks. The birth of Bella being an absolute softie when it comes to you, always doing everything for you and making sure you’re okay.

It’s really been that long, and you could never grow tired of it. Of the hand holding, feeling their cold rings against your cheek whenever they hold you to kiss you, or the warmth that comes with resting your body above theirs whenever you’re laying down in bed.

Today is a special day, from start to finish. Bella has been planning on this day for quite a while now, and their plan is to spoil you as much as they can —which is not really that different from any other day— but the date on the calendar really makes things different. A whole year. That’s a lot.

You wake up to an empty bed and the sun up in the sky letting you know it’s too late to be just waking up. Recalling last night with a big smile, you get up from the bed and wash your face in the bathroom.

Even having dated for a year now, it’s not usual for you to spend the night at Bella’s flat. They wanted to start the anniversary gifts a little early. That’s what Bella had said last night; slithering their slim fingers around your waist and holding you so close to them you could smell their cologne and feel their hot breathing against your neck.

That had been a really good anniversary gift. The best, you could say.

The smell of pancakes invades you as you walk into the kitchen and see the scene; Bella setting the small table wearing an apron you didn’t even know they owned and quickly returning to the stove to flip the pancake.

“Morning” they say. Bella turns and faces you, there’s that glow on their face, that special glow that only appears after your special nights. You love to see it on their face, and the look they give you tells you Bella loves to see it on yours too.

“Really? ‘Kiss the cook’?” you laugh. Bella shrugs with a smirk growing on their lips.

“Thought maybe you’d want to do it if you read it.”

“Bell, I don’t want to do it just because the apron says it.” You walk up to them and hold their waist from behind, planting a kiss on their left cheek. Bella laughs, tickled. “Happy anniversary, baby.”

They hum a response, wiggling out of your hug. Bella finally stacks the last pancake on top of all the others and takes it to the table. “Sit.”

“Mm, bossy. I like it.”

“I know.”

Breakfast is delicious, as usual. Bella rarely cooks; they claim they don’t know how to and always end up eating cereal with orange juice instead of milk, but they do know how to make good meals. Or at least they try whenever you’re around.

“Bell,” you say when you’re both finished with your food. You find yourself staring at them, once again, admiring such beauty in front of you. You’re playing with your fork, moving the leftover syrup on the plate side to side. “What are we doing next?”

“I’m taking you home,” Bella smiles, despite your face that shows how you want to argue. “You’re gonna go shower and—”

“Are you saying I stink?” you joke, successfully making Bella laugh.

“I’m showering too.” You raise your eyebrows then, silently suggesting the quickest option –the naughty option– and Bella blushes. It’s funny how still after a whole year, Bella still blushes when you do something like this. “You need to get clothes.”

“Come on, I can wear some of yours.” Right now, you’re wearing their blue hoodie. It’s comfortable and warm. And the best part, it smells like them.

“They’re not your style. And also, I want you to get ready, real pretty. I’ll pick you up at six thirty for dinner.”

“Fancy restaurant and everything?”

Bella nods. In a way that’s good, that gives you a little more time to look good for them. And you do love a good old dinner date, so you let it go.

It also gives you just the right amount of time to go and pick up your gift for them.

Bella drives you home, and you get inside as quickly as possible as to try and avoid anyone that might be in the house. Your parents work and you know they’re not home, but you don’t want to risk encountering your sister on your way to the shower. That girl doesn't keep anything to herself and if she see's you're just arriving home, then you´re forever screwed.

It's not a secret that you are in a relationship, your parents absolutely love Bella, they just don't love the idea of you hanging out too much with them and doing other stuff. At least not while you're still living under their roof.

The cold water against your skin makes you think of tonight, and you start wondering what exactly Bella has in mind for the date. They always come up with clever ideas to spend time together so this should not be the exception, but you also kind of wish this night is a little more calm, something more romantic.

It seems like Bella thinks the same, from the moment they park in the driveway with Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy blasting from their little red Fiat. You see them through your bedroom's window, almost ready. You're wearing a simple beige flowy dress and your hair down, your maroon converse being the pop of colour of your outfit.

As you see them get out of the car and walk to your door wearing their black trousers and blazer with a white shirt underneath, you grab onto the gift box, waiting for them to knock. You breathe through, feeling as nervous as you were on your first date. It's irrational, giving that you just saw each other a few hours ago, yet you still feel like a teenager with an unattainable hallway crush.

And Bella looks so good wearing that outfit, it's insane. Their Dr. Martens and their hair, and everything about them make you go absolutely crazy. You love them so much you cannot even put it to words.

"Hey love," they say when you open the door. A big smile on their lips, just like yours now that you're face to face. You realize what they're holding, a bouquet of your favourite flowers. "I know it's not great, but I saw them on my way here and thought of you so I picked them out–"

"You picked flowers for me? Bells that's the most romantic thing ever!" You take them from their hands, and after giving them a good deep smell, you run into the kitchen to put them in a vase. "let's go!"

You skip your way to them again, so excited to finally go celebrate like you should, because it's a special day. Bella grabs onto your hand as you walk out, and they lead you to their car. The whole way you keep staring at them and admiring their hands as they so skillfuly grasp the steering wheel.

You don't know if it's a weird thing, but you keep staring at them, even when they're aware of you watching. They seem to like it too, given by the smirk that grows on their lips when they take a glance at you and you're already looking their way. It's a red light, and it feels infinite, you two lost in the other's eyes, like it's the first time you see each other.

"You know I love you, right?" you ask, alternating to look between their lips and their eyes. Bella's mouth is just a little open, and they're breathing through their mouth.

They grin. "Doesn't hurt to hear you say it one more time." Bella's voice comes out husky and breathy. You love that. You especially love the little nose scrunch that comes with their smile.

"Alright then, I'll say it. I love you."

"I love you more."

The cars behind you let you know the light has turned green with their honking, and Bella unwillingly looks away, driving again. You laugh, thinking everything is so perfect tonight already, what could ever make it better?

The view of the restaurant of your first date answers your question, knowing too damn well why Bella had been so adamant on planning this night all by themself. Now it's so clear, they're recreating your first date. Same restaurant, a flower bouquet, even the outfit. Subconsciously, you're dressing oddly similar to the way you did on that first dinner too.

"I can't believe you." You smile as Bella parks, there's a shift in the air. You don't feel nervous anymore, but you keep fiddling with the little bow on the gift box.

"You like it?"

"If it was leftover pizza you picked up from a rubbish bin I'd still love it because you gave it to me."

Bella laughs, and oh, that laugh. Sweet and soft, just like the person who let it out of their lips. They roll their eyes too, not realising the effect they have on you. Or maybe they do, and they're just doing it on purpose now. Anyway, as the two of you walk hand in hand into the restaurant, and you sit down on the same table you were just a year ago, it all becomes too much and a tear slips down your cheek without your consent.

The candles, the menu being the same as that day, the view. Everything is the same yet completely different. Thousands of layers and conversations, and sleepovers and caresses, these new parts of you lay beneath you two now, covering you up in new skins, new bodies. But you are the same.

"Are you alright dear?" They ask, tightening the grip on your hand. Their face changes, the way they move their delicate and thin eyebrows to show concern, that is something you love. It really shows you how much they do, in fact, care.

You nod, smiling at them and giving them a quick peck on the lips. "I'm great Bells, everything's perfect."

It just hit you for real this time, You have been together for a year, and the magic is not gone. For the first time in a while, you're not scared of what might happen next, there's no doubt in your brain of things not working out, and you know this will keep going on for a long time, if not forever. This is real love, and it's warm, and cozy, and it makes you cry because it's too good.

"Here," you say after wiping off your tear, finally handing them the small box. They brighten up as soon as they see it, taking it and lingering their fingers over your hand for just enough seconds to make you start thinking about things, but right now is not the time for fantasies.

The smile that rapidly invades your partner is undescribable, ineffable. All you know is how much you love it. "No way." they let out as they lift up the lid of the small box, Bella alternates from looking at you to looking inside of the box repeatedly. "I love these so much! Thank you darling.”

The inside of the box contains a new set of rings, more for their collection. It’s a set of five rings, all different designs and just the type Bella would wear.

“You like ‘em?”

“I’m going to put them on right now.” They quickly undress their fingers and wrap them up again with the new ones, you only watch attentively at their every move.

“How do I look?”

Bella shows off the newly dressed hands, adorned with the rings. They turn and show them off to you, they fit perfectly.

“Hot.” You confess, shamelessly. There’s nothing that scares you now that you’ve been dating for a year. A whole year, and you’ve said worse to them, unspeakable things. This is nothing compared to last night.

And it’s like you answered with the only acceptable response, earning one of those smiles with a hint of a blush. “Nice.”

You keep the talk going on as you dine, pulling out conversation topics our of thin air and so you end up debating on whether orange juice is better than apple juice or vice versa. It’s such a childish topic but you both love engaging in conversations like these, it makes you feel young and weirdly coupley, more domestic.

“I’m telling you, orange juice is the best, but only when it doesn’t have pulp in it.” Bella says, pointing at you with their fork.

“Apple juice is better.” That’s the only thing you say, refusing to give any explanation as to why you think that.

Bella doesn’t have any of it. “Why? No!” they giggle and so do you.

“I’m not really a fan of citrus, you know that.”

“Yeah but, apple?”

You sigh. “Alright, I like pineapple juice more than apple juice.”

“Weird, but I’ll let it pass,” they say, then go looking for something in their pocket. “I guess I know that I have to buy a carton of pineapple juice for you now, put it next to my orange juice in the fridge.”

You chuckle, nodding. “Yeah, so anytime I stay over we can have cute breakfasts just like this morning. I loved it.”

Bella looks at you with deep eyes, like they want to tell you something serious, and so you look at them like that too, eyes open just a tad wider and eyebrows raised.

“You don’t have to stay over only sometimes” they begin, pulling out their hand from the pocket and placing it flat on the table. You wonder what it could be that they’re hiding. “… You can just be with me, what do you say?” Their voice comes out a bit shaky, you can tell Bella is nervous about saying this.

When Bella lifts up their hand and reveals a silver key, you put your hands to you mouth, covering up the big gasp you let out. There is no way this is happening tonight. Your eyes are wide open and you can see every detail in Bella's facial expression, their faint smile encompassing a whole lot of nerves and hope as they stare at you with longing eyes.

There it is again, that glow from the morning. In their eyes, just emanating from their whole body, like their love couldn't be held inside of them any longer and they just decided to let it out for you to bathe in it. And you like it, you'd love to drown in it too.

"So?"

So you reach out a hand to them, and they reach out too. "Are you really asking me what I think you're asking me?" you ask with a smile, Bella tilts their head just a little, like a little puppy dog.

"Depends on whatever you think I'm asking."

Letting go of their hand, you pick up the key from the table. You move your chair closer to Bella, and you put the tiny object right in front of your eyes. You take a look at it, then straighten your arm so the key is on Bella's face.

"Are you asking me to live with you?"

"Do you want to come live with me?"

Your focus changes from the key to Bella, who's looking at you with those eyes that make you melt and a huge grin. That kind of grin that makes all the girls fall in love, the one that worked on you over a year ago and still works on you like a charm.

"I'd love to come live with you." You put the key down, your key, and you place a hand on their shoulder. They lean in to the touch, resting their face over your hand.

"I love you."

"You know I love you more."

The sudden cold feeling of their rings contrasting with the warmth of their hands on your cheeks and neck prepare you for the kiss that is coming, and yes. You could definitely get used to waking up to these kisses every day.

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yuyuonabeat · 5 days

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Mothers Day Puppy Love

Happy Mothers Day to the Mothers reading this!

Here to deliver a bit of what goes inside my brain on a daily basis cuz Yunho has me going feral for him. Not only that but Husband Yunho is a must.

So it’s Mother’s Day and y’all know what that means.

THOUGHTS ON YUNHO MAKING YOU A MOM😩

I have no idea why my brain functions so well when it has to do with sexy stuff.

But today I’ll keep it pg13. Or more like NOT SMUT.

Like imagine waking up on Mothers Day. You laying in your big bed that you share with your loving husband Yunho.

You wake up to the feeling of someone staring at you. You open your eyes slowly just to be greeted by a big smile and happy eyes.

Yunho sitting next to you with a tray of breakfast and it’s that Iced coffee?!? Oh he knows you so well. Nothing better than starting your morning next to a handsome man that has make you breakfast and coffee.

“Hello My Sweetheart.” He offers a smile. Grabbing your hand and bringing it up to his lips to kiss at it.

You giggle. It’s things like these that make you fall deeper in love with him every day. How welcoming and heartwarming he is. Always caring so much for you. After all, to him you are his will to live.

His sunshine even though you’re the grumpy one in the relationship. His loving partner whom he will love for the rest of his life.

The two of you have been married for a year now. But you’ve been dating for exactly 4 years. You always wanted a family. And he always wanted a partner he could care for, love and cherish for eternity.

He loves to spoil you with gifts and dates and lots and lots of love. Stealing kisses from you and kissing your cheeks in public, leaving you looking like a red Stop sign.

Pulling you in closer by your waist. Humming and whispering the most beautiful things into your ears.

Your fan favorite is when you sometimes try to cook for him, since he’s the one that always cooks for you. You just love it when he comes behind you and back hugs you. Kisses your cheeks and neck.

He sure loves it when you cook for him. Even if it’s not the best, he’ll never fail to make you feel secure and confident. Complimenting your cooking or giving you advice on how to improve it.

You love it when he teaches you how to cook.

Another one of your fan favorite things the two of you do is when he’s gaming in his room. Either playing LOL or Fortnite with his mates.

You always stand there so shyly. He always notices you as soon as you enter the room. Muting his mic and asking “need a hug, My Sweetheart?” Oh you can never get tired of that nickname. Makes you melt right then and there.

Lets you sit on his lap with your chest facing his. You love sitting on him, resting your head on his shoulder. Sometimes drifting into slumber.

He loves the way you always seem to need his touch near you. Caressing the back of your head while you drift to sleep on his shoulder.

🥹🥹🥹someone sedate me please

Going back to the current day.

“Thank you love.” You thank him for this amazing start to your morning. Kissing his lips.

Those plush soft lips that make you wanna risk it all.

He plays with your hand and fingers. Looking down at your lap.

You start eating your breakfast but can’t help to notice his sudden change in mood.

“What’s wrong darling? Want some?”

You offer some of your breakfast in hopes that maybe he’s just hungry. After all it is still early in the morning.

He looks at you and then at your hands.

You look at him trying to examine his expressions to try and decipher what’s wrong.

“I was just thinking…we’ve been married for a year now and I’m not sure if it’s still early to ask but…” he looks away, a bit flustered.

He gets flustered very easily quite often but it’s unlike him to be this… well shy. He usually says and does things as soon as they register in his brain. He’s never afraid to say anything and never second guesses his actions.

“Yuyu, you can tell me anything love. Whats wrong? Talk to me Pretty.”

Pretty. He loves it when you call him that.

“I was wondering if, you maybe were ready to um have a baby with me? I’ve been really thinking about it a lot. What it would be like to raise a baby with you.”

You sigh in relief. Having thought something was wrong or had happened to him.

He looks at you confused.

“Sorry I just pheww, could have sworn you were giving me bad news. Baby of course I’m ready. Had actually been waiting for you to ask me about it.”

You chuckle. Eating your pancakes.

He rushes to gently grab your face and kiss you.

“I love you so much, you know that right?”

You blush. Still having half of your face stuffed with pancakes.

“With how often you say it to me, yes darling I’m aware. So you’ve been really thinking about it , huh?”

You smile at him and grab his much larger hand in your small one. Playing with his fingers.

“Yes my love. It’s been eating me away. The thought of my beautiful wife carrying my child. Us growing older with them. Buying toys and cute clothes. Makes me so happy just picturing it.”

You’d give the world to this man. And you know that just like you, he would too.

“Aw baby~ you could have said something sooner. But I’m glad we’re both on the same page here. I can’t wait to raise a baby with you. Have a happy loving family with the most handsome wonderful man in the world.”

“Oh you~” he pinches your cheek lightly.

“I love you so much My Sweetheart. Do you want to um start now or?”

You give him a shock expression. Followed by a smirk.

“Well look at you, let me finish breakfast, lover boy, and then we can get started on that family we both so dearly want.”

You chuckle and continue eating your meal. He can’t help but to smile at you.

Someone please kick me into reality 🤧. This man has me so weak.

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pedge-stuff · 9 months

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I just had the worst and saddest possible day ever and all I wished was someone here, just to hug me under my cold covers. Can you please make something up with pedro and reader please?

I'm so sorry you are going through this?? I hope things have improved since you submitted this. Sending love your way.

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okay (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)

a/n: same vague universe as “marked,“ per usual.

a little, plotless shorty for your troubles.

thanks, as always, for everything.

TW: a very brief mention of disordered eating

summary: sometimes, you just need to be held.

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"I'm okay," you whisper. "It's okay, really. I just need a little bit."

Less than convincing.

There is a dip in the mattress behind you. Even with your eyes closed, covers pulled over your head, turned away from him entirely, you can tell he is settling against the headboard, atop the duvet.

Pedro doesn't speak. Doesn't touch you, either, but you're not really sure if you're grateful for that; sometimes, being touched when you're like this feels so intolerable, it takes your breath away. Other times, a soft touch feels like the only thing that can hold you together. Trial and error, involving a lot of shitty and unfair antagonisms, has taught Pedro to give you space before he gives you love.

This is why you suck, your brain supplies. Nothing more— your mind is too fucking tired to even dissect your insecurities properly. You just feel bad.

Not without reason; at least, not today. Three missed calls from your mother, with whom you are barely speaking to, anyways. (It turns out being engaged to Oberyn Martell is about the only thing that could cure her passive aggressive homophobia. A bit too late to be water under the bridge, at any rate.)

Three missed calls, and some really shit news.

So, you're in bed. Under the covers, hiding, as if 8:30 is a totally normal bedtime.

And things are decidedly not good.

The tears come, silent and steady.

A warm press of lips to the back of your neck startles you; hot puffs of breath where his nose is buries into the hair curled at your nape, just a moment, before pulling back. It does not feel as bad as you'd feared.

"Sorry," you croak, blindly reaching behind you; squeeze what feels like his knee, in what you hope is a marginally reassuring gesture. "I'm fine, baby, you don't have to sit here with me." Pedro is early to bed— neither of you are really night owls— but not this early.

He makes no effort to move. "Can I..." A tentative hand, between your shoulder blades.

You can't help the thin whine that accompanies your shaky exhale. Fucking pathetic. But you turn, slowly, rolling over to face him. You'd assumed he was up against the headboard, but he's shifted down now, head on the pillow beside you.

Smiling, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

Wordlessly, he tucks an arm over your waist. He's always been strong, biceps as thick and sturdy as tree limbs, but the Gladiator training has added a layer of muscle just about everywhere. (Including his stomach. Abs are slowly stealing the small belly there, and while you're proud of the work he's putting in, you secretly miss the softness.)

"I don't know what you're thinking," Pedro whispers, mouth brushing against the top of your head. "But I'm so sorry, honey." He rubs the length of your spine, brow furrowing at the feeling of unfamiliar protrusions. Stress and an irregular schedule has sent good eating habits by the wayside; your body is shrinking, while his grows.

It's been the shittiest fucking month. He's been gone, you've been busy, and neither of you have gotten enough of the other. Back in New York three days now, but this is the first night you've been able to stay in together— and, of course, you've ruined it.

"Just happy to be with you," Pedro says, as if reading your mind. "Maybe this strike'll last forever, and I'll never need to go back to Morocco. Sorry, Paul Mescal."

You laugh, despite yourself, thick with tears. "I'm gonna miss the fan selfies, I think. What're they calling you? Pee-paw?"

Pedro groans, punishing you by pulling you tighter against him. Your face is squashed against his chest. Not a hardship. He smells clean, spiced. Familiar. Comfortably, and safe.

"You're engaged to the oldest man on the internet," he laments. "In Twitter years, I'm dead."

The squished hug is short-lived, breaking as he rolls back, gently, to get a better look at you. Cups your face, puffy and wet and gross; brushes twin thumbs over your cheeks, with a fond smile.

"There you are," Pedro whispers.

"I'm okay." Another sniff, but the threat of tears seems to have subsided. Today was shit, but it's over now; you're here, together, with nothing but time and sleep ahead of you.

"It's okay that you're not, sweetheart."

But you are. You're with him.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal rpf #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal fluff #the last of us #din djarin #javier pena #javier pena x reader #din djarin x reader #joel miller #joel miller x reader #the mandolorian #narcos

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ofstarsandvibranium · 10 months

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Walls Are Crumbling: Part 4

Fandom: Bridgerton

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x F!Reader

Summary: 6 months into your marriage and your pregnancy. You and Benedict are so in love. Every day is filled with even more love and laughter...until you see Lord Mattias again.

Warning: mentions of miscarriage (but its a lie), insinuation of smut at the end.

A/N: uh oh

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

You didn't expect for things to get a lot better, but they had. Being in love with Benedict, being married to him, having a child with him, albeit not his by blood, it was wonderful.

After the love confessions, you two had decided to sleep in the same bed together. You still have your room for reading or some alone time. Benedict has his own study where he paints. More often than not, you'll sit in the room with him to read while he paints.

Not today though. You had gone on a walk with Daphne and Auggie and you ran into someone unexpected: Lord Mattias.

It had been months since you last saw him. He had his arm around another woman and, previously, you would've been crushed. But now, you have neutral feelings towards the man.

"Lady L/N. How," he glances down at your stomach, "..wonderful to see you."

"You as well, Lord Mattias." You see him glance at your wedding ring, the one that belonged to Benedict's grandmother.

"I heard you'd gotten married," he states plainly.

You nod, "To Benedict Bridgerton."

"And you're expecting."

"I am and I'm very happy. Things have worked out well for me. I assume they have for you since," you gesture to the woman he has yet to introduce to you.

"Amelia," she introduces herself, "Jeffrey and I just gotten engaged ourselves!" She looks up at her fiance excitedly.

"Congratulations," you say. You nod to Daphne, "This is my sister-in-law, Daphne Basset, Duchess of Hastings."

Amelia immediately curtsies and Daphne shakes her head, "That's not necessary, please." She clears her throat, "Amelia, why don't you tell me how you and Lord Mattias met?" She gives you a pointed look before wandering off to the side. Amelia, eager to be in Daphne's presence follows her to a nearby bench.

Jeffrey clears his throat, "So is this child-"

"No. Fortunately for you, I lost the baby in its early term. This child is completely mine and Benedict's," you put a protective hand on your belly.

Jeffrey sighs, "Y/N, I regret what I said all those months ago. I do still lo-"

"Please, don't, Jeffrey. Save yourself from embarrassment. I'm happy now and you're getting engaged," you nod in Amelia's direction.

"I don't love her. Not like I love you," he reaches out to touch you, but you step back.

"Do not get any closer to me. Despite how much you've hurt me, I don't hate you. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be as happy as I am now, married to the man who's always been there for me and cared for me. But do us both a favor, and forget what happened between us."

You swiftly turn on your heel and walk over to Daphne and Amelia, your sister-in-law looking relieved to finally have you back, "Ready to go, sister?"

"I'm feeling quite tired now. I think it's best we head home for rest, don't you think, Daph?"

She nods all too quickly, "Yes! I agree!" she turns to Amelia, "It was a delight speaking with you. Congratulations on your engagement."

"Thank you so much, my lady!" You watch as Amelia gets up and rushes back to Jeffrey's side. You don't look his way as you pass, but you feel his eyes on you.

"Are you alright?" Daphne whispers.

"I can't believe I thought I was in love with him," you mumble, "He said he still loves me."

"Oh dear."

"I know. That poor girl. She looks so happy with him."

"Hopefully he'll get his head out of his arse."

You groan, "God, I hope so."

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When you arrive back home, Benedict is in his studio painting. You're stomping in, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl in the middle of the room, and biting into it.

"I was painting that," he says with an amused smirk.

You stop chewing, "Oh," you look at him guiltily, "I'm sorry." You place the apple back into the bowl as best as you could.

He chuckles, putting down his brush and palette down, "It's alright. I should take a break anyway." He gestures for you to sit on the chaise and he sits beside you, "How was your time with Daphne?"

"It went well...until I ran into Lord Mattias." Benedict immediately sat up, "He asked if the child was still his."

"What did you say?"

You wince, "I lied. I said I lost his baby in early term. Should-Should I have told him the truth?"

"Did he say anything else?" Benedict asks with concern.

You look away from him, "He said he still loves me."

"Do you believe him?"

You look back up at your husband, "I don't know and, to be quite frank, I don't care. I've moved on. I'm happy and content," you cup his face with your hand and he leans into it, "with you and our cherub."

Benedict leans in and pecks your lips, "That's-That's very comforting to hear, honestly."

You look at him confused, "Why? Did you expect me to go running back to him?"

"No. Of course not. I-I suppose I thought there might have been a small part of you that still loves him."

You shake your head, "Benedict, my heart is completely yours. I don't care how Jeffrey feels. I love you."

"I love you. I just don't want to lose you."

"You won't," you take one of his hands and place it over your heart. With his other hand, you place it on your stomach, "You have us."

Benedict pulls you in for another kiss, murmuring against your lips, "I love you." Smooch. "I love you," Smooch. "I love you," he lays you onto your back, continuing to press kisses down your face, to your neck.

He truly loved you and he was going to show just how much.

#benedict bridgerton imagine #benedict bridgerton fic #benedict bridgerton x reader

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holdmytesseract · 10 months

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All The Right Moves

Robert Laing x fem!Reader

Summary: When Robert comes home from work, he catches you dancing in the kitchen - and decides to join you...

Warnings: this is a songfic? fluff, dancing, suggestive smut - it gets quite a bit hot and steamy

Word Count: 1,9k

a/n: Some of you were quite a curious about the 'Secret Project'. I told you about. Well, here it is - and it's a birthday gift for @muddyorbsblr ! 🥳 We talked about those gifs and she told me about the story she imagined - and I immediately started to write it; knowing that her birthday was coming up. 🥰 Bestie, I really hope you like this! Happy Birthday! ❤

Tagging: @lulubelle814 @km-ffluv @eleniblue @loz-3 @vbecker10 @jennyggggrrr @mochie85 @chantsdemarins @peaches1958 @multifandom-worlds @fictive-sl0th @lovingchoices14 @simping-for-marvel @stupidthoughtsinwriting @vanilla-daydreaming @lou12346789 @lady-rose-moon @evelyn-kingsley @the-princess-of-loki @acefeather2002

Peeps I think might be interested in this one... @smolvenger @anukulee @lokiforever

°☆• Masterlist •☆°

This is basically based on this song...

... and this scene...

The High Rise was still bustling with the people who lived inside the big building, despite the fact that it was quite late in the evening. Robert had to work a few hours longer today, resulting in the sun already setting, as he stepped through the big doors of London's biggest, most modern skyscraper.

It was early June - the beginning of the summertime, and it showed. The days had gotten longer and the nights shorter; temperatures steadily rising. Several children were still awake; running around, laughing and having fun - just like the adults. Countless men with bottles of beer and women with swim attire crossed his paths; probably planning on throwing yet another party. Like they always did. Robert though, was tired. A long day stuffed to the brim with work was behind him and all he wanted to do, was to spend some quality time with his wife, perhaps eat something and then fall into bed to catch some much-needed sleep.

Taking one of the elevators, he leaned against the metal wall and waited almost impatiently for it to make that familiar 'ding' sound; announcing that it arrived on the 25th floor. Luckily, he didn't have to wait long.

Robert walked straight to yours and his apartment then, literally storming through the door; shutting the loud and annoying world out.

As soon as the door was closed shut behind him, a relieved sigh left his lips. He had been quite a bit lost in his own thoughts, when the sound of music - coming undoubtedly from the kitchen, pulled him back down to earth in the here and now.

And some aces up your sleeve

I had no idea that you're in deep

I dreamt about you near me every night this week

It caused an immediate smile to appear on his lips. Robert knew that song. By heart. It was one of your favourites - and became over the years one of his favourites, too.

How many secrets can you keep'

′Cause there′s this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow

When I play it on repeat

Until I fall asleep

Spilling drinks on my settee

The doctor took off his dress shoes, placed them neatly beside your shoes and put down his working bag. Then he made his way quietly, but quickly to yours and his shared bedroom, slipping out of the greyish black suit jacket he wore; the tie following immediately. Undoing a few of his shirt buttons, Robert felt finally comfortable and 'free'.

The music wasn't extremely loud, but he could still hear every word.

(Do I wanna know?)

If this feeling flows both ways

(Sad to see you go)

Was sorta hoping that you'd stay

(Baby we both know)

That the nights were mainly made for saying

Things that you can′t say tomorrow day

Being only in his matching suit trousers and white shirt now, he sneaked up to the kitchen. Carefully, he lurked around the corner. There you were, in the middle of cooking something which smelt like spaghetti Carbonara - but undoubtedly heavenly; blasting one of your all-time favourites. You were definitely feeling the music with all your heart and soul. Robert could tell, because you had abandoned the pots and pans, in order to dance.

Crawlin' back to you.

Ever thought of calling when you′ve had a few?

'Cause I always do

Maybe I′m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new

Now I've thought it through

As soon as the refrain hit, your dance moves increased. Robert leaned against the door frame, watching you with a smile; hands buried in his trouser pockets. How you moved so gracefully. How your light blue knee-length summer dress flowed with every move you made. And he watched, how happy you seemed to be. It made him happy in return as well - and his heart to beat faster with the love he felt for you.

You had your back towards your husband and therefore hadn't a single clue that he was even there. But when the last line of the refrain sounded through the kitchen, you turned around...

Crawlin' back to you.

The sight of Robert standing casually in the door frame with a soft, but amused smile on his lips caught you off-guard, of course. You visibly flinched; hand flying up to your heaving chest. You could practically feel your heart thumbing against your palm.

Then your cheeks reddened; feeling a bit like a deer caught in the headlights. But once the realisation set in, that it was your husband standing in front of you, a small giggle slipped past your lips. "Robert!"

So have you got the guts?

Been wondering if your heart's still open and

If so I wanna know what time it shuts

Simmer down and pucker up

I′m sorry to interrupt it′s just I'm constantly

On the cusp of trying to kiss you

I don′t know if you feel the same as I do

But we could be together, if you wanted to

With 'Do I Wanna Know?' still blaring in the background, you closed the distance between yourself and your husband. Without saying much, you placed a small kiss on his soft lips, in order to greet him. Automatically, your hands landed on his well-trained chest; displayed through the way too tight white shirt he wore.

While Robert's hands found their way to your waist, you rubbed his pecs with your palms in an affectionate manner. "How was work?" The doctor just shook his head. "I don't want to talk about work, darling." You raised an eyebrow and crooked your head in slightly amused confusion. "You usually always talk about work, honey."

Robert licked his lips; baby blues gazing deeply in your Y/E/C ones. "Later. I don't want to talk now. What I want is to dance."

(Do I wanna know?)

If this feeling flows both ways

(Sad to see you go)

Was sorta hoping that you'd stay

(Baby we both know)

That the nights were mainly made for saying

Things that you can′t say tomorrow day

Before your brain was entirely able to process what Robert just said, he suddenly pulled you with a quick movement closer against him. So close, that your chest collided with his. You let out a small yelp; having not expected this 'bold' move.

Crawlin' back to you.

Robert's timing was perfect, to say the least. With the peak of the refrain, he started to dance; causing your body to sway with his, of course.

Ever thought of calling when you've had a few?

(Calling when you′ve had a few)

'Cause I always do ('cause I always do)

Maybe I′m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new

Now I′ve thought it through

Robert had always been a great dancer. You knew, but he showed it to you once again...

With one hand placed firmly on the small of your back, he moved his hips in sync with yours. His head lowered; forehead pressed against yours. Your hands had wandered as well; moved from his chest to cross behind his neck. Therefore, that you were so close to one another, the dance became quite intimate very fast - and utterly intense. You could feel the warmth radiating off his body; his big, warm hand splayed over the clothed skin on your back - on the verge of touching your ass. You could smell his expensive, rich cologne; him and letting yourself drown in it.

You and Robert literally danced on a thin line between romance and eroticism. Tendencies to the latter. And when he switched positions, you knew exactly how this dance was going to end.

Crawling back to you, (do I wanna know?)

If this feeling flows both ways

(Sad to see you go)

Was sorta hoping that you'd stay

(Baby we both know)

That the nights were mainly made for saying

Things that you can′t say tomorrow day

Robert let go of you and took a few steps back. As soon as his touch left your body, you already missed it; longing to feel him again. But you were not the one in control... He was.

Taking your hand in his bigger one, he lifted both your arms and signalling you to twirl yourself around - which you did with a small giggle; dress flowing in the air once more. Although that 'foolish', girly, little giggle soon faded into a sinful, quiet, little moan, as your husband caught you mid spin with his free arm around your middle, and pressed your ass against his crotch. That was the moment you started to lose it.

Robert splayed one big hand over your lower abdomen; keeping you snugly pinned against him. If that wasn't already torturous enough, he started to move and grind in hips to the beat of the music - and what you felt through the thin layers of clothing caused a gasp to fall from your lips.

Unbeknownst to you, Robert had a naughty smile on his face; knowing exactly what he was doing to you.

(Do I wanna know?)

Too busy being yours to fall

(Sad to see you go)

Ever thought of calling darling?

(Do I wanna know)

Do you want me crawling back to you?

You were in such a haze; totally lost in the way Robert danced with you, that you didn't notice where he was leading you. Therefore, you found yourself trapped between your husband and the kitchen counter by the end of the song.

With the last line, Robert spun you once more around - this time in his arm, and pressed you against the wooden surface. A small, shocked yelp escaped your lips, before your eyes widened in realisation. The position Robert put you in only now dawning on you. Despite that you were quite flustered, you had nevertheless gained a little bit confidence.

Lifting your hand, you let your fingers toy with the opened buttons of his shirt. "Dr. Laing... How naughty..." You tutted playfully; shaking your head. Unfortunately, you weren't able to stay serious and broke out into another fit of giggles.

Robert loved that about you. Your sweet tries to act all dominant and seductive, but you were way too shy and flustered.

The doctor caught your wandering hand easily mid-air and pinned it against his own chest; his large palm swallowing yours whole. "Nu.Uh, Mrs. Laing. If I recall that correctly, you are the naughty one..." Robert stated; letting his gaze drop. His baby blues were no longer staring into your Y/E/C ones. "You started this, didn't you? Dancing to such a quite erotic song... You literally begged for this to happen, am I right?" He underlined his words by pushing you closer against the counter; hips colliding with yours. You gasped - audibly; eyelids fluttering shut. "R-Robert, I-I-I-"

He didn't need to see or hear more to know, that he was right. Your reaction was clear evidence.

"You got yourself in this situation..." Your husband whispered deeply; hoisting you up on the kitchen counter. "And now you have to deal with the consequences. Although, I'm sure you are going to enjoy it," Robert announced with a wolfish grin, before you heard the familiar sound of a zipper being unzipped. You swallowed hard. You were in trouble - because of a damn song!

#dr robert laing #robert laing x you #robert laing x y/n #robert laing x fem!reader #robert laing x reader #robert laing #robert laing high rise #high rise fanfiction #high rise fic #high rise #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston character #Spotify

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the---hermit · 6 months

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14|11|2023

Today I feel really tired and the only thing I managed to do other than to attend my lecture in the morning was to highlight and fix the notes I took there. The lecture was really interesting, and I am very much enjoying listening to this professor talk. I feel motivated to work for this class, and I am happy I still get a bit of energy after coming home to fix my notes right away, that is my main goal for the days in which I have to commute. On days I might feel more productive I'll start fixing the notes I am taking for my men theories and power practices class, but that is a job for another day. I will take the rest of the afternoon to rest, maybe read a bit if I feel focused enough, but I need to do stuff that does not require too much brain power. Before that I will of course prep everything I can to make my life easier tomorrow morning. Going back to today's lecture, the professor spent quite a bit of time talking about The Nun by Diderot, and hearing him talk about it intrigued me so much that now I am considering reading it even though it's not part of the official class program. I don't know what was about the way he spoke of this book, but I feel like it would be a great addition to my classics tbr.

cozy hobbit autumn activities and productivity:

read first thing in the morning

daily Irish practice on duolingo

philosophy of the enlightenment class

got fresh focaccia for lunch as I was walking though the city

had the most random chat at the bus stop with two ealderly people who asked me for informations and then ended up striking a convo

enjoyed a bookish podcast on my commute back home

highlighted and fixed the notes I took in the morning

wrapped myself in a blanket like a human burrito and read

today's self care:

took my meds

ended up doing less than planned because I am tired and I need rest in order to be at my best during lectures

calm and relaxing afternoon

in the past few days I've been quite good with my turining the phone off early and read before bed so I want to continue with that

📖: Odyssey by Homer

#studyblr #studyinspo #uniblr #university #student life #studying #journal #journaling #notebook #productivity #cozy hobbit autumn #self care #mine #the---hermit

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atinyniki · 5 months

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big heart, little actions.

group: stray kids !

pairing: idol!lee minho x f!reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings + additional info: reader is referred to as y/n, established relationships, horror movies, nightmares, crying, reassurance, love confessions.

authors note: had a thought... so i wrote it ! this is also not proofread. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)

wc: 919

everyone knows how minho is, even his members. ever since you started talking, you’ve had to learn to get used to it. it was a little difficult to rid yourself of your habits, but you wanted to be as amazing of a girlfriend as you possibly could be to him.

unfortunately, that meant almost no touching. sometimes he’d hug you or hold your hand, but that was just about the extent of it. he did show love in other ways, of course.

he’d buy you gifts, help you make dinner, spend lots of time with you, but you crave more. it feels selfish to want even more than the things he had to offer, but you can’t help it.

you’re big on skinship but he isn’t. you need to respect that, so that’s what you do. you show affection in the same ways he does, as to not clash with any of his boundaries.

today though, it became incredibly difficult. work has been getting incredibly exhausting, and you’re thinking about quitting. although it isn’t the best option, you’re miserable there.

your boss hates you, as do your coworkers, completely confused as to why you’d work so hard with a rich boyfriend. things only got worse from there.

“jagi? i’m home!”

you turn your head slowly towards the door, giving him a light smile. “hey…”

“bad day?”

you nod your head lightly, and minho walks to the kitchen to fix you a plate of the food he brought home.

he brings it to you once he’s done, sitting on the couch next to you but keeping a fair distance. “you wanna watch a movie? just to get your mind off it?”

“sure.”

the two of you sit in silence while the movie plays, jumpscares coming from every which direction. you flinch every time you see one, curling closer into the corner of the couch.

you don’t want to say anything of course, as it seems like minhos enjoying this. you try to suppress your little whimpers, squirming in your seat as to not disturb him.

the movie ends, but you don’t even notice it, still too shaken up. “you okay?”

you only nod, scared that if you talk you’ll just spew out your fears along with word vomit.

you stand up, “i’m a bit tired. probably going to go to sleep…”

minho is a little confused, he knows how much you hate going to sleep early. you climb into bed, minho not far behind. “i’ll sleep too, then. i have nothing better to do anyways”, he giggles.

you smile at the sound of his laugh, missing the way his face would always scrunch up and show his perfect bunny teeth.

still too exhausted to speak, you lay down onto your side of the bed, facing minhos back.

you want to reach out so badly. you want to tell him to come closer, to hold you. to kiss you. but you can’t. the two foot long distance between the two of you still remains, but you’re too tired to cry about it now.

you slowly drift off to sleep, trying not to think about it.

the peace didn’t last for long of course, and your slumber is broken by a blood curdling nightmare. maybe you shouldn’t have watched a horror movie tonight.

you suppress your sobs, keeping them down so that minho doesn’t hear, but it’s already too late.

he turns around, looking you in the eyes with a concerned look on his face. “why are you crying…?”

“oh, it’s nothing. just a nightmare.”

he nods in acknowledgment, thinking about ways he could possibly comfort you. you can tell he’s thinking just by the look on his face, but you don’t know what it’s about.

you continue thinking about what happened in your nightmare, your sobs getting a little louder. minho didn’t notice it before because he was thinking, but it breaks him out of his trance.

almost immediately, he grabs your arm, pulling you flush against him. your eyes go wide, incredibly confused as to what’s happening right now.

he swipes away one of your tears with his thumb, his actions tender. “why don’t you ever touch me?”, you whisper.

he looks down at you, a little confused. “is my touch not comforting?”

“what? i- no! that’s not it, don’t worry. i just don’t like much physical contact.”

you nod your head, finally accepting the fact that these things aren’t gonna happen often, as much as your truly want them to.

he cups your cheek with his hand, looking at you with stars in his eyes. “i love you.”

he catches you by surprise once again.

“what?”

he pulls you closer to him, nuzzling his nose against your cheek. “i love you. i’m sorry i don’t show it.”

before you can say anything, he cuts you off with a kiss. more specifically, the best kiss you’ve ever had.

the first kiss he’s ever given you.

“minho? is something wrong…?”

“no? why would anything be wrong?”

“i don’t know, you’re just… acting all sappy”

his heart clenches, he knows you don’t mean it in a bad way, and that you’re just confused. “i… i don’t like seeing you cry.”

he pulls you even closer again, kissing over your eyelids and gently rubbing your back with his hand.

you start crying even more, finally giving in and wrapping him in a hug. “thank you… i really needed this.”

“i did too.”

a moment of silence.

“minho.”

“hm?”

“i love you too.”

#atinyniki #skz #skz x reader #stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #lee minho #lee minho x reader #lee minho fluff #lee minho angst #lee minho x y/n #lee minho stray kids

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dreamwritesimagines · 2 years

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Enamored [41] - Too Many Drinks

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback my loves, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, 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: A drunk mind speaks a sober heart.

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

Word Count: 7000

Series Masterlist

Ever since you had married the love of your life, it felt as if you were walking on the clouds.

Happiness was almost making you feel dizzy, from the time you woke up until the time you fell asleep. It was beyond everything you could have imagined, and you were quite certain you would never tire of waking up next to him.

That was exactly why when you reached out and felt the empty spot beside you in bed, your eyes opened with a frown.

This wasn’t how you were used to being woken up. Anthony always woke you up with kisses and sweet whispers, and more often than not, you would be pulled away from the haze of sleep with his head between your—

A fire spread over your face and you shook your head slightly as you sat up in bed, clutching at the silk sheets. You and Anthony had been up until the midnight as usual and your muscles were sore in the most pleasant way possible, even the thought making you heave a sigh. You checked the clock on the wall and tilted your head, then pushed the sheets off of you before getting up from the bed to grab your shift off the floor where Anthony had thrown it last night.

It was still rather early for breakfast, and you figured probably Lucie was just waking up, so picking a dress could wait until after you found where Anthony was.

You put your dressing gown on top of your shift, trying it tightly around your waist and paused for a moment to think about whether you should put your hair in a bun, but decided otherwise; leaving it in its natural state. The rest of the family had moved out of the house into their new house two days ago, and considering the time, it was obvious you wouldn’t be getting any visitors.

You would get into an appropriate dress at a more appropriate time in the morning anyway.

You yawned and put your slippers on before you left the room to walk down the hallway. As you had expected, he wasn’t in the music room or the drawing room, and you turned your head when you saw Mrs. Burchett walking by.

“Good morning Mrs. Burchett.”

She turned around immediately and approached you.

“Good morning my lady,” she curtsied. “The breakfast is not ready yet, but if you’d like I can inform the cook that you want it earlier today.”

“Oh no, please don’t,” you said. “It can be at its usual time, thank you. I was actually wondering if Lord Bridgerton has left for somewhere or…?”

“I think he’s in his study my lady.”

You snapped your fingers. “Right,” you said. “His study, of course. Thank you Mrs. Burchett.”

She curtsied as you walked past her to go downstairs and reached the foyer, then approached the closed door of Anthony’s study and nibbled on your lip. You paused for a moment, then raised your fist to softly knock on the wood.

“Anthony?”

No reply.

You frowned, then opened the door to peek inside, the view making you tilt your head, a smile playing on your lips. Anthony had seemed to have dozed off on his desk, slouching on his chair, his forehead leaning on his arm on the desk while the other one rested on top of stacks of paper. You looked behind you in the foyer, then stepped inside, closing the door behind you as quietly as possible before making your way to him.

“Mon amour?” you said gently, touching his hand and he took a deep breath and raised his head from his arm, groggily looking around. The sight was so heartwarming that you bit down on your lip and reached out to fix his hair that was tousled in his sleep while he looked up at you.

“Good morning my love,” he said, his voice still husky with sleep and your smile widened.

“Good morning,” you said and leaned back to the desk after pecking him on the lips. “What are you doing here?”

He ran a hand over his eyes then straightened his back and cracked his neck, making a face.

“I was planning on coming back to bed before you woke up.”

“What do you mean before I woke up?” you asked. “What time did you wake up?”

“Around four in the morning.”

You pulled your brows together.

“Why?”

He wrapped his arms around your hips to pull you closer to him, leaning his head on your stomach as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Nightmare?” you asked and he nodded without lifting his head, still holding you tight. You scratched at his scalp with your nails, making him let out a content sigh.

“You’re here,” he said, his voice muffled and you pulled your hand back.

“Hm?”

He reached out to grab your hand and put it in his hair again, making you giggle.

“Don’t stop,” he murmured and you started stroking his hair, still smiling.

“Where else would I be mon amour?” you asked. “It’s my house too. Though my husband seems to have wanted to rob me of his presence, there are only so many rooms in here.”

Unlike what you were hoping for, your joke didn’t seem to make him laugh and you frowned.

“Anthony?”

“I had a nightmare that you were gone,” he admitted after a beat, his voice almost quiet. “I couldn’t…sleep again, and I didn’t want to wake you up so I came down here.”

You could swear your heart melted and you squeezed at his broad shoulders with your other hand.

“You should wake me up if it happens again though,” you told him. “Just a nightmare mon amour. I will always be here.”

He nodded quietly and you tugged at his hair gently, making him groan before he lifted his head to look up at you, his dark eyes soft as they met yours.

“Are you alright?” you asked and he shrugged his shoulders.

“My head hurts,” he murmured. “Has been since I woke up.”

“Can I convince you to come to bed and stay there until it goes away then?”

“I need to go over—” he motioned at the papers scattered on the desk. “All those. Concerning the new house and everything.”

“Mon amour…”

“I’ll take a break after I’m done.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, then grabbed his hand and took a step.

“Come on.”

“Y/N, I can’t—”

“I’m not taking you to bed,” you said, tugging at his hand until he stood up, and followed you to the sofa. You sat down and motioned at your lap.

“Put your head here,” you said, “I will help you with the headache.”

He chuckled and sat down before lying down on the sofa, his head resting in your lap. You placed your palm over his eyes so that the light spilling through the curtains wouldn’t bother him before burying your fingers into his hair again, raking your nails over his scalp. You could feel him relax under your touch and he heaved a deep sigh.

“How do you smell so good all the time?” he mumbled and you grinned.

“One of the many secrets a lady must keep to herself,” you said. “It’s more seductive that way.”

He scoffed a laugh. “Can’t argue with that.”

“Are you and Elias meeting tonight?”

“Hm?”

“Because me and Cece are attending Lady Danbury’s gathering tonight?” you said. “For married ladies only, have you forgotten?”

He hummed.

“I did,” he murmured. “But no, I don’t think we’ll meet tonight. What time are you coming back?”

“I’m not sure, Lady Danbury’s invitation didn’t have a specific ending time on it. Why?”

“I’ll probably have to chaperone Eloise to this ball, so I was just curious,” he said. “I might just leave it to Benedict though.”

“I don’t think Benedict can be intimidating to Eloise’s suitors.”

“I don’t think anyone can be as intimidating as Eloise when it comes to her suitors.”

You let out a giggle. “Until the right suitor comes along and makes her fall in love.”

“I wouldn’t hold my breath darling,” he said, his voice laced with exhaustion. “She won’t fall in love.”

You hummed.

“That’s funny, I remember someone with the exact surname who said the same thing once.”

That drew out another chuckle from him.

“Fair enough,” he admitted as he took your palm to his lips to press a kiss in it, then put it over his eyes again, making you smile wide. “Is she your next candidate then?”

“Not yet,” you said. “I am thinking I could get to Abby first.”

“Cece’s sister?”

“Yeah. Cece says Lord Holloway is in love with her and she is in love with him but they’re both hesitant for some reason.”

“Holloway is courting Cece’s sister?”

“Barely. Please don’t tell me he has a mistress, I can’t break Abby’s heart.”

“Not as much as I’ve heard,” he said. “It’s just that he’s a bit…”

“What?”

“Shy.”

“Well so is Abby,” you said. “That’s why I must push them together. Would it not be nice to have another wedding before the season comes to an end and we all leave London?”

He hummed, clearly sleepy and you nibbled on your lip.

“I’ve already planned how it would go, but we must attend a ball together first, us and Abby and Lord Holloway,” you mused. “I cannot be obvious about it, so it must happen before their dance but it cannot happen as the first dance, which means Abby needs to dance with another suitor beforehand and…”

You stopped talking and checked whether he would notice but he seemed to have fallen into a deep slumber because of exhaustion. You waited for a couple of minutes, then pulled your hand back as slowly as possible so as not to wake him up. You moved away from him carefully as you held his head and placed a pillow under it, then grabbed the folded blanket at the foot of the sofa –no doubt from an earlier time he had slept there- and placed it on him. A fond smile curled your lips, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of his peaceful expression and you ran your fingertips over his hair, then kissed his cheek gently and walked to the door to step outside.

“Mr. Salford?” you whispered as you carefully closed the door behind you and the butler made his way to you.

“My lady?”

“Please tell the staff not to make any noise while walking past here,” you said. “And not to disturb the Viscount. He’s resting inside, I don’t want anyone to wake him up.”

“Of course my lady,” he bowed. “Shall we hold the breakfast until he’s awake?”

“That would be lovely,” you said. “Is Lucie awake?”

“I’ve just seen her my lady.”

“Wonderful, can you please send her to my room?”

“Of course,” he said. “Anything else?”

“Please send some fruit and tea to the west drawing room in half an hour, I will be there replying to letters and gifts until breakfast time after I get ready.”

“Yes my lady.”

“Thank you,” you said and walked upstairs, stretching your arms over your head, a smile playing on your lips.

After Lucie came to your and Anthony’s bedroom, she helped you get dressed and you made your way to the west drawing room so that you could at least finish writing some of the thank you letters before it was time for you to leave and meet Cecily. You had decided to meet so that you could go shopping for the baby –your idea, not hers- before Lady Danbury’s gathering in the evening.

You had no idea how much time had passed but you were almost finished with the half of the letters when you felt two strong hands clasping over your shoulders, making you jump up in your seat. You craned your neck to look up at him, a smile warming your face instantly.

“Good morning again,” you told Anthony who gave you a grin and bent down to kiss your forehead. His hair was sticking everywhere which was surely a sign of some good sleep, along with the rested look in his eyes. “I take it the headache is gone?”

“Mm hm,” he said, resting his hands on either side of you over the desk, caging you in as you inhaled his pleasant scent, then turned to the letter in front of you. “Remind me again why you’re doing this instead of having a maid do it?”

“Because it would be considered rude if I didn’t reply to them,” you said, squeezing at his muscular arm and crossed your legs, trying to focus. “I must add something personal too, see? Dear Lord and Lady Ackford, thank you very much for your wonderful gift and heartfelt wishes. Please give my kisses to little Bessy and congratulate her on my behalf for her wonderful harp skills—Bessy is their daughter, she’s just learned to play her first tune on the harp.”

“And you just knew that?”

“Why do you think I was walking around and making small talk with every guest on our engagement ball?”

He let out a chuckle. “I didn’t think you were gathering information my love,” he muttered before pulling your chair back to himself, making you squeal.

“Anthony, I’m not finished!”

“Too bad, I want to be with my wife,” he said, drawing a giggle from you as he pulled you up and you turned around in his embrace, then pecked him on the lips.

“Come on then,” you said, pulling him to the door. “We should have breakfast, I’m starving!”

You were so happy to become an aunt that you could hardly wait until the due date. You knew it was months away, but you wanted your nephew to arrive already, even the thought of it filled you with so much happiness.

“I just think you should decide on the name so that we can stitch his blankets and such with his initials,” you said airily while you and Cecily walked through the street, “Or maybe a monogram! He must have a monogram surely.”

She suppressed a laugh.

“I cannot believe I must remind you and Elias this but there are months until the baby is here,” she said. “And I think I will wait until the birth to decide on the name.”

“You have no name in mind at all?”

“I have a lot,” she said. “That’s why I feel like it’s impossible to decide on one this early on.”

You heaved a dramatic sigh.

“I suppose,” you said. “But are you alright?”

“Yes, why would I not be?”

“Everyone keeps saying pregnant ladies get tired very fast, do you wish to sit down? We can if you’d like.”

Cecily shook her head.

“To repeat, I’m two months along at most,” she said. “That’s what the doctor said. It’s too early for me to be all tired. As my mama says, that comes later on.”

“But do you feel any different?”

Cecily thought for a moment.

“Not really,” she said. “I mean except for nausea in the mornings.”

“Do you have any cravings?”

She let out a laugh and nodded.

“I had the cook bake me a strawberry cake last night,” she admitted. “Elias is convinced that the baby will take after you.”

You smiled brightly.

“I cannot wait to meet him!”

“If you’re like this with my pregnancy, I cannot imagine how you will be with yours when the time comes,” she commented, making you nibble on your lip. “I fear you will buy everything baby related in the city before it’s born.”

The mere thought of having a baby of your own with Anthony almost melted your heart and you tried to control your impression, then cleared your throat.

“I’m sure there’s still time for that,” you said. “My friend Josie waited for two years for example. No one knows when it happens.”

“Something tells me yours will be a bit faster than that, judging by how you two are,” she said, making you giggle. “Have you and Anthony ever talked about it?”

“Having babies?” you asked, your heart skipping a beat. “Not really. I mean he knows I want a big family, I always have. I told him about it when we weren’t— when we weren’t on good terms, back in Stormview but…we didn’t talk about it afterwards.”

“Probably because you two are very busy with the act of it?”

“Cece!”

“Oh come on, I know very well why you two left the play in a haste the other day,” she said with a grin, making your cheeks burn.

“I just…I mentioned we could take a trip around the city, that’s all.”

“Oh you took a trip around the city?”

“Yeah.”

“What did you see?”

You blinked a couple of times and waved your hand in the air, trying to come up with something. “Things.”

“Mm hm, that’s what I thought,” Cecily said and stopped you in front of the herbal shop. “Do you want to come inside or do you want to wait here? It’ll only take me a moment.”

You took a look inside the tiny shop and shook your head.

“No, too many people already. What will you buy?”

“My mother told me about this tea she used to drink a lot when she was pregnant, it’s supposed to help with nausea,” she said. “I’ll just buy some and try it.”

“I’ll wait for you around here,” you said and she nodded, then walked into the shop. You looked around, then approached the next window that belonged to a jeweler shop, tilting your head.

The pink pearl bracelet looked rather lovely, but—

“…Cassie?”

You snapped out of your thoughts on whether you wanted to buy the bracelet or not and turned your head to look at the owner of the voice. The man staring at you seemed as if he had seen a ghost, his mouth slightly agape. He looked to be around your father’s age, with grays in his hair and beard, and you tilted your head, then smiled slightly.

“Y/N,” you corrected him. “She was my mother.”

He blinked a couple of times and swallowed thickly, then cleared his throat.

“Right,” he muttered. “Right, yes. Of course. You look so much alike, my lady.”

You nodded slowly.

“I take it you knew her?” you asked and he hesitated for a moment.

“You could say that,” he told you. “We uh—I had the pleasure of dancing with her on a couple of balls. Though I’m sure she didn’t share the sentiment, I wasn’t that good of a dancer.”

“Oh she used to claim the same, yet I know for a fact that she loved dancing nonetheless,” you said, waving a hand in the air and a shadow crossed his face as soon as his eyes caught the sight of your wedding ring. He looked almost lost in some sort of a memory, his jaw clenching before he tried to offer you a small smile.

“Yeah,” he said. “I remember that.”

“How rude of me, I don’t believe I caught your name,” you said and he cleared his throat.

“I’m—”

“What are the chances my mama told me to buy the foulest smelling tea in the world?” Cecily’s voice cut him off and you turned your head to look at her. “I can’t even imagine it being helpful with anything—oh my apologies. Have I interrupted you?”

You shook your head.

“Cece, this is—” you started but when you turned to look at the man, he was already walking away from you. You pulled your brows together.

“Who was that?” Cecily asked and you shrugged your shoulders.

“I don’t know,” you murmured. “He knew my mother though.”

Cecily hummed.

“That’s strange,” she muttered and held out the small bag for you. “Smell it.”

You leaned in to take a breath, then made a face.

“That smells disgusting!”

“I know,” she whined. “Ugh, it better be helpful. Shall we go?”

You thought for a moment, then nodded your head.

“Of course,” you said. “Let’s check the jeweler’s shop first though, I want to try on that bracelet.”

Even you had to admit that you did not expect this when you thought of a married ladies gathering. When you first got the invitation you were certain it would perhaps be night full of tea and gossiping and some music but—

You hadn’t expected a game night with cards and alcohol and smoking.

It almost reminded you of the second parties that would take place in the backroom of the ballrooms back in Paris.

“I’m beginning to think I’m terrible at gambling,” you mused, taking a huge sip of your champagne and Cecily tilted her head.

“You think?”

“It’s very obvious at this point Y/N,” Lady Danbury said from her spot beside yours and you let out a laugh.

“Well in my defense, I’ve just learned this game!”

“So has Cecily, she hasn’t lost any rounds so far.”

Cecily smiled in almost a too sweet manner. “I’m just naturally lucky.”

“Well, newly Viscountess Bridgerton,” Lady Collins grinned at you. “How about we make this round a bit more interesting?”

“How?”

She nodded at your brand new pink pearl bracelet around your wrist and you looked down at it.

“I just bought it though,” you mumbled, turning it around your wrist. “I didn’t even get the chance to show it to Anthony yet.”

She hummed, then unclasped her diamond necklace and put it on the table.

“If you win, you can have this.”

You tilted your head and Lady Danbury smirked.

“Don’t fall for it,” she teased you and you took a deep breath, then shrugged your shoulders and placed your cards on the table. Lady Collins let out a laugh and placed her cards on the table as well, making your jaw drop.

“Oh no!”

“Warned you.”

“Well a deal is a deal,” you said and unclasped your bracelet, then pushed it in her direction.

“Aw thank you.”

“I’m sure it will look lovely on you!” you said with a bright smile, your mind almost fuzzy after countless glasses of champagne and you fanned yourself with your hand, then looked around.

“I think I will take some fresh air if you do not mind,” you said and Cecily stole a look at you.

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“Oh no, I’ll be right back,” you said and pushed your chair back, stumbling a little. You let out a giggle and dropped an exaggerated curtsy. “Ladies.”

You walked out of the room and made your way to the front door, then stepped outside, the chill weather helping you just a little with dizziness. There were some ladies outside as well who seemed to have wanted some fresh air just like you and you went down the marble stairs, then sat down on one of the benches before you lied on your back, keeping your gaze on the stars glimmering in the dark sky.

“May I join you?”

You turned your head, then held your breath and sat up again. The lady in front of you was Countess Banfield, the lady whose dinner party you had attended when you had first arrived, the one that had made Cecily Elias’s dinner partner and by extension making it possible for them to meet. She was only a couple of years older than you but she carried herself with great elegance as you had noticed when you had gone to thank her for the dinner party all those months ago.

“Lady Banfield!” you said. “Hello!”

“Hello Lady Bridgerton,” she said with a small smile as she held up her glass. “Congratulations again on your happy matrimony.”

“Thank you!” you said, pressing a hand on your chest. “And of course you can join, it’d be my pleasure!”

“I see I’m not the only one who has indulged in champagne a bit too much,” she commented as she sat next to you and you let out a laugh.

“Champagne and…some other drinks as well.”

“Mmm, you mixed them?”

“They were all delicious!”

“I will not envy you next morning,” she said and you shrugged your shoulders.

“I’m sure it will be alright,” you said and straightened your back. “And I wanted to thank you on behalf of Cece and Elias. I hope one day my events bring couples together like yours did with them.”

She raised her glass, mocking a toast. “I do throw lavish dinner parties if I say so myself.”

You nodded fervently. “And Cece is pregnant now!”

“Tell her she can make the next one during the next dinner party I host, I won’t mind.”

You bit down on your lip, trying to contain your laughter.

“And how is marriage treating you?” she asked, “The lady who tamed the capital R Rake?”

“Aw thank you for asking, we’re in love!” you all but chirped. “I do enjoy marriage more than I’ve enjoyed anything else in my entire life. Everyone keeps making it look more difficult than it is if you ask me.”

She waved a hand in the air.

“Oh marriage is not hard,” she said. “That is if desire and love are present.”

“You’ve made a love marriage too?”

“Mm hm,” she nodded with a smile. “I’m lucky to be one of the few, along with you.”

“And how long have you been married?”

“Five years in October.”

You awwed.

“And do you have any advice for a happy marriage?” you asked. “I have certain questions to ask every in love couple around me.”

She tapped her cheek and leaned back, swirling the drink in her glass.

“Well, it’s the ladies’ night,” she muttered. “Anything that’s said here stays here and I’m too drunk to follow any stifling rule. I’d love to give you some advice. What do you want to ask?”

You thought for a moment, then swallowed thickly.

“I was going to ask this to my aunt actually but,” you said. “I suppose it could be nice to have an objective viewpoint on it. Is it normal if…”

“Hm?”

A fire burned your cheeks but you raised your chin defiantly “Is it normal if a lady desires her husband too much?”

She stared at you and a small laugh spilled from her lips.

“What do you mean, too much?”

“Well I know I have duties to attend to,” you said. “And I was very much looking forward to them until—until my wedding night. And now I…I cannot focus on anything at all, I just—wish to be with him. In the marital way, all the time.”

She sipped her drink.

“Do tell me, how many times does he have you?”

You looked up at the sky, trying to count in your head.

“Well it depends but not less than three.”

“Three times a week? That’s completely—”

“A day.”

She raised her brows. “He has you three times a day?”

“Well most of the time more than that but yes,” you said. “Because it’s um—in the morning, and then sometimes wherever we are in the afternoon, and of course at night. More than once at night, most of the time. We usually go to sleep around dawn.”

“…Wow.”

“And even with all that, it’s—almost magic of the sort,” you insisted. “It should be enough surely but whenever I’m away from him, it’s as if it hasn’t happened in centuries, I wish to go back to him even now as we speak!”

She threw her head back, letting out a clear laugh before reaching out to hold your hand.

“Aren’t you sweet…” she said. “My dearest, you desire your husband and it’s very obvious he desires you. Enjoy it, there’s no such a thing as too much.”

“Are you certain?”

“Mm hm. It should even keep away the arguments if you ask me.”

“We almost had an argument yesterday,” you said. “But then he…convinced me to forgive him.”

“How so?”

“Well I’m so happy that he desires me but just yesterday morning he ripped my dress in a haste and it was such a beautiful dress!” you whined. “And now I cannot wear it until Lucie finishes mending it, but I really liked that dress. I was even going to wear it tonight!”

She scoffed and winked at you.

“You can’t blame him, I think anyone would do the same,” she said. “I know I would.”

“Really?”

“Have you seen yourself?”

You gave her a bright smile. “Thank you, I think you’re incredibly beautiful as well. Your husband is very lucky.”

She tilted her head, eyeing you up and down with a small smile.

“So is yours.”

“There you are!” you heard Cecily’s voice and you turned your head, then grinned at her.

“Cece, look who I’m with! Your Cupid!”

“Hello Lady Banfield.”

“Lady Westcliff,” Lady Banfield said. “Come sit with us, we’re talking about husbands and how lucky they are to have us.”

Cecily giggled and sat beside you, and you laid down to rest your head on her legs.

“Lady Banfield was just telling me that it’s normal for a lady to desire her husband too much.”

“To repeat, there’s no such a thing as too much.”

Cecily fixed your hair. “How drunk are you exactly?”

“Very!”

“And you, Lady Banfield?”

“I enjoy ladies’ night and alcohol,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders. “And as I’ve said Y/N, you have nothing to worry about.”

You pursed your lips. “I do worry about one more thing though.”

“Oh this is going to be fun,” Cecily said and you sat up, and heaved a sigh.

“He assured me in a very smug way that he was fine but the other day I…I accidentally…” you trailed off and looked between them. “Have you ever accidentally left a mark?”

“What?”

“Because I didn’t even realize but I accidentally scratched him—his back I mean,” you added. “And it was rather deep but he didn’t tell me during….that, and when I realized it, it was too late and he looked rather pleased about it if you ask me but his back has my scratch marks and I don’t want him to resent me for it deep down.”

Lady Banfield and Cecily exchanged glances, wearing almost identical grins before turning to you.

“Oh I’m sure he does not.”

“I’d say he enjoyed that.”

“Is it common then?” you asked. “Does it happen to you too?”

Cecily stole a look at Lady Banfield. “Lady Banfield?”

“Oh no, you can answer first, I will answer after you,” she said. “Go on, do share with us.”

Cecily shifted her weight and cleared her throat.

“Not scratching so to speak but I…bite him sometimes,” she said, making your jaw drop. “I can get a bit loud so that’s—anyway, he does enjoy it. He was the one who came up with the suggestion actually.”

You snapped your fingers. “Is that why his collars went up since he got married? I thought he was trying a new look!”

Cecily waved her hands in the air. “Well yes, and it’s your turn now, Lady Banfield.”

“Catherine,” she said. “We’re exchanging bed stories, no need for formalities. And it happens from time to time with me too.”

“Catherine knows a lot about marriage Cece!”

Catherine grinned and motioned at you. “Have either of you ever been blindfolded during the act?”

“No?”

“Never.”

“You should try it,” she shrugged airily with a grin before nodding at you. “It’s rather fun. Or if you’re that worried about scratching him accidentally, your husband can tie you up.”

You gasped. “Is that what you do?”

“Sometimes,” she said. “Sometimes I tie him up.”

Cecily tilted her head as if considering the suggestion and you raised your brows.

“But how would that work?”

“Quite splendidly,” she said and downed her drink, making you giggle.

“Can we always attend these ladies nights?” you asked and Catherine let out a laugh.

“It’s rather fun, is it not?” she asked and stood up, then motioned at you two. “Now come on. We should gamble and drink some more before we exchange even more stories.”

By the time you had gone back home, it was almost three in the morning. You got out of the carriage with the help of the coachman, then gathered up your skirts and ran up the marble stairs to enter the house.

“Anthony!” you called out, your voice echoing in the dark foyer. “Anthony! Are you sleeping?”

The door to his study opened and he stepped outside,

“Y/N?”

“Oh here you are!” you said and he shushed you, striding to you in three steps.

“Darling, it’s three a.m. The whole staff is asleep.”

“But I missed you!” you said and lowered your voice to a whisper, wobbling in your spot before his hands grabbed your upper arms to make sure you wouldn’t lose your balance. “And I must tell you I love you! I thought of it in the carriage—well no, because I always think about how much I love you but I really missed you tonight and I was looking forward to seeing you and I hoped you weren’t asleep and voila, you aren’t!”

A smile pulled at his lips and he tilted his head to the right.

“How much did you drink exactly?”

You gasped. “A lot!” you said. “I had port, and then champagne, and then some rum—and Lady Danbury has something that looks like water, came from another country.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“And you drink scotch too right?” you asked. “Can I have some of that?”

“No.”

“Then some port!”

“Water.”

“Can it be the water Lady Danbury was serving?”

“That wasn’t water darling.”

“It was transparent!”

“I’m sure it was. How about we get you to bed, hm?”

You shook your head. “No, I want cake.”

“What?”

“Strawberry cake,” you said. “The cook made some the other day, do you think we still have it?”

“Let’s get you to bed, and then I can check the kitchen and bring it to you—”

“Let’s go to the kitchen together!” you said, darting from his grip to run down the hallway with him catching up with you almost immediately, grabbing at you to pull you back, making you let out a laugh.

“No running when you’re black out drunk.”

“I’m not that drunk!” you protested but leaned to him as he repressed a chuckle.

“Mm hm, of course you’re not.”

“And I want you to know I don’t have any resentment towards you even if you ripped my dress I was planning on wearing tonight.”

He smirked at you as he helped to towards the kitchen. “You have a hundred gowns darling.”

“But I planned to wear it tonight!” you said. “And we’ve been over this Anthony! If I change the dress, I have to change the shoes. If I change the shoes, I have to change the jewelry. If I have to change jewelry—”

“Alright, I’ll buy you as many gowns as you want, how about that?”

You shot him a bright smile. “That sounds lovely, thank you,” you said and entered the kitchen, then looked around for any sharp object.

“What are you doing?”

“I’ll unlock the cabinet.”

Anthony pressed his lips together to control his expression.

“This is your house my love,” he reminded you. “Just open it.”

“It’s not locked?”

“No.”

“Oh,” you said and went to open the drawer, then let out a happy noise and pulled the huge plate of strawberry cake to yourself. Anthony grabbed a fork from the drawer, then handed it to you and you put it beside you on the table, then jumped to sit on the table and placed the plate in your lap, happily digging into the cake, humming a melody to yourself.

It was only after a minute that you realized Anthony was watching you with a fond smile on his face and you chewed on your bite, then swallowed it.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he said, still smiling. “I love you, you know that right?”

“You’re the love of my life and you can blindfold me any time you want.”

The words seemed to have had some sort of an effect on him because he started coughing, then cleared his throat.

“…Come again?”

“Lady Banfield says I should ask you.”

“What—”

“And she would rip my dress too she says, isn’t that nice of her?”

“She—”

“And Cece bites Elias.”

“What?”

“Lady Banfield says that happens though.”

Anthony blinked a couple of times, gawking at you and you nodded your head, getting some cake on your fork again.

“She told me to tell you to blindfold me.”

“Did she?”

“Yes. Told Cece too. But not in a “I got you a present” kind of way. In a bedroom kind of way.”

A mischievous smirk curled his lips. “Mm hm.”

“Have you ever done that?”

“I’m not answering that question.”

“Lady Banfield says it’s fun,” you pointed at him with your fork. “She blindfolds her husband though.”

“I can never look Lord Banfield in the eye again.”

“Hm?”

“Nothing. What else did she—”

You gasped, making him jump up in surprise.

“What happened?”

“I got a very pretty bracelet today!” you said and pouted your lips. “I was very excited to show you but Lady Collins has it now.”

“How did that happen?”

“I lost it on the gaming table,” you said, your brows pulled together in almost a petulant manner, making him chuckle.

“Oh really?”

“I also lost twenty pounds. Because she—I had two queens but she had three aces! And then I thought three kings were enough, but apparently not!”

Anthony nodded, still smiling before he filled you a glass of water and handed it to you.

“Drink all of that.”

“Why?”

“You’ll thank me in the morning. So about what Lady Banfield was telling you—”

“She was drunk too but she’s such a lovely drunk,” you said, taking a huge sip of water before taking a piece of cake into your mouth again, dangling your legs over the edge of the table. “Only Cece wasn’t drunk, she took a sip and then felt sick because of the baby—which reminds me!” you said. “Anthony mon amour, Cece disagrees but we are having our son’s crib brought in from Paris, aren’t we?”

Anthony looked very amused. “Darling we don’t have a son.”

“We will have a son. And his crib will be better than François Guillaume Andrieux’s crib because Cece and Elias refuse to listen to me even if I’m right as always.”

“Wait, who?”

“Our nephew!”

Anthony stared at you. “Elias and Cecily are naming the baby François Guillaume Andrieux if it’s a boy?”

“No!” you said. “They haven’t decided on a name yet so I’m naming him such.”

“And you decided to just give him three French names in a row?”

“Those were the top of my baby names list,” you said. “Aren’t they wonderful? I searched for a lot of names before deciding on those back in Paris. At first I did it so that I could help my friend Marie choose a name and then I decided that while I was at it, I could decide on my future babies’ names as well. But I love Cece and Elias so they can use some of those names.”

“Yeah I wouldn’t…hold my breath on them naming him that.”

You hummed. “Why not?”

“So many reasons.”

“What are we going to name our baby then?”

“Not that.”

A gasp left your lips and you waved the fork in his direction. “He can’t grow up without a name Anthony!”

“To repeat, we don’t have a baby—”

“We should have a nursery.”

“You’re not even listening to me, are you?”

“Two nurseries!” you said with a mouthful of cake. “Because he’s going to get bored if he’s in the same room all the time—can give him a French name at least?”

“Can we give our heir who will inherit the title a French name?” he repeated. “No we cannot my love.”

“That’s fair. How about our second born?”

“Also no.”

“Our third born then.”

“How many babies do you want to have exactly?” he asked with a grin and you shrugged your shoulders before taking a huge chunk of cake onto your fork.

“I’m willing to go up to five.”

He let out a laugh. “Oh, five?”

“Why not? You have seven siblings,” you said. “We could’ve had eight or something, I’m just keeping our expectations at a rational level.”

A shadow crossed his eyes and he shook his head. “Not eight.”

“Hm?”

“Hyacinth’s birth was…” he trailed off and he shook his head again. “Mother almost—no. You’re not going to go through that.”

You swung your legs back and forth as you pushed at the cake with your fork, your mind still fuzzy.

“We’re giving the fifth one a French name.” you told him and he pushed himself off of the counter to step closer to you to wipe the leftover icing over your bottom lip, a soft smile warming his face.

“Alright,” he said. “We’re naming the fifth one something French. Happy?”

You nodded, smiling up at him and he curled a finger under your chin to tilt your head up, then pecked you on the lips.

“Finish that water.”

“I’m busy eating cake!”

“Water,” he said. “All of that.”

You pouted your lips and took another huge gulp of the water, then placed the plate beside you and rubbed at your eyes, repressing a yawn.

“Sleepy?”

You nodded slowly, then took another sip of water and lied on your back on the table, making him laugh.

“What are you doing?”

“Resting,” you said, entwining your fingers with his, your eyelids already heavy. “Anthony?”

“Yes darling?”

“I’m so happy that you’re the love of my life,” you said, beaming at him and he chuckled, then leaned in to press a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m so happy you’re the love of my life as well.”

A giggle climbed up your throat and you closed your eyes, sleep welcoming you into its warmth.

Chapter 42

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