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Bertie Wooster at any given moment

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I’m poking at the idea of doing a Jeeves and Wooster fic and I know that getting Bertie’s voice right would be challenging. So at 3am when I couldn’t sleep I was going through one of the recent stories from the substack and copying down words and phrases he uses that could be inspirational. And then I fell asleep.

And that is why when I woke up this morning and opened my phone, I was greeted by a screen that said

Topping.

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bertie wooster and his gentleman's personal gentleman

aaaaand finished

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I love Bertie he's so INCREDIBLY gay and he just. doesn’t even realize?????

"Yes I make out with my valet sometimes I have to stay in practice for the--" *hard thinking face* "--wwwwwo-men...?" *looks for confirmation at jeeves who has been actively rolling his eyes but stops to give an encouraging thumbs up*

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After the first kiss

@may-darling, well I don't know😛

I think he'll let him wear it on special occasions. He's gonna have to get over himself tho. Thank you for the idea :з

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every time i try to start an essay my brain stops and i make one of these instead

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Bastard won’t stop yappin

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hello Jeeves and Wooster fandom, I humbly offer these

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A jooster story

Summary: when Jeeves entered Bertie Wooster's service, he didn't expect to find a rare gem of a gentleman, someone he would develop distressingly inappropriate feelings for. 3rd person POV, Jeeves-centric.

This could be considered part one of a linger story, though if you ignore the final paragraph it could stand alone.

Idk, the jooster feelings attacked me and this is what came out. Maybe I'll do a Bertie- centric part 2 sometime soon-ish.

If one were to ask Jeeves how his feelings for his employer came to be, they would receive the most un-Jeevesian gesture, in the form of a helpless shrug, in response. Because Jeeves, despite his good memory and intelligence, would be unable to pinpoint the specific moment in time they bloomed, and as to what caused them? There were simply too many reasons.

You see, when one has been in service for as meny years as Jeeves had, it doesn't take much time to see how the higher class looks upon the ones who serve them. That is, they take them for granted. Servants are expected to be invisible and act only when needed, even the ones personally accompanying their masters or mistresses, and of course everything they do for said masters and mistresses is only expected. The higher class sees no need in thanking or acknowledging the services of mere servants except for the most extreme cases, as they are expected.

This attitude was so common that one gets used to it, especially if, like Jeeves, they have been serving nobles since very young. It's normal, it's expected, and while it had always made Jeeves feel a little discomfited, he would never dare disrupt this status quo, though when he had enough reputation and finances to be able to choose his employers he did, in most cases, leave the employ of those he found the most obnoxious.

It was due to this experiences that, after a particularly disastrous employment, he decided to take a risk and change his ways. Until then, the ones he'd served were all respectable gentlemen, old and the very picture of nobility, but perhaps because of these characteristics, he'd noticed those kinds of gentlemen had two ways they reacted to his intelligence and wit: either they made use of Jeeves until he felt like a wet rag, or they humiliated him in hopes of proving themselves superior to what they perceived as a threat.

His latest resignation was from the service of a gentleman firmly in this second category, and the one who made him consider seeking someone younger as his employer. It wasn't an option he had considered before, in truth, as the younger generation often had... excentric tastes, which clashed with Jeeve's conservative tastes. But he needed a change, he could feel it, so when he returned to the Junior Ganymede he immediately consulted the book where previous valets had left reviews on the nobles they've served.

Immediately, one caught his attention. Beltram Wilberforce Wooster, future Lord Yaxley. The comments didn't paint him in a flattering light: naïve, dimwitted, and eccentric were some of the adjectives applied. Jeeves identified this young man as the usual target of those who entered a gentleman's employment for their own profit, that is, a gentleman who wouldn't notice small valuables disappearing from his home.

Now, normally someone like Mr. Wooster wouldn't catch Jeeve's eye, but then again, he'd had enough of serious, smart and respectable. In Mr. Wooster Jeeves saw, not only change, but an opportunity as two adjectives on the large list caught his eye: foolishly kind, and manipulable.

Jeeves knew himself well. He had many flaws, and he couldn't say he was blind to them. He knew that he had an above average intelligence, and the ability to apply it for his benefit. This Mr. Wooster looked like the kind of young man he could... persuade to, let's say, be an ideal employer.

He expected a challenge. Not because of Mr. Wooster, but because it would be difficult to have any kind of influence while remaining invisible. Only...

Mr. Wooster talked to him.

It wasn't like his other employers didn't talk to him, but Mr. Wooster talked to him. When he said 'Jeeves' he wasn't talking to 'the convenient servant named Jeeves', but to him, Reginald Jeeves. It was a baffling, but welcome, change, one that made his plans easier than he had expected. And watching his employer follow his manipulations, he felt that he had finally found the one employment he'd keep until retirement.

Oh, he didn't know how right he was, distressingly so.

Mr. Wooster was, to put it plainly, one of a kind. Generous, kind, loyal and honourable, it was as if Jeeves had stumbled into a rare gem worth kingdoms by pure chance while trying to find a mediocre treasury. The young man Jeeves had selected as a means to a comfortable life quickly disrupted everything he thought he knew about the world.

What servant, after all, could say their employer made them feel seen? As well as appreciated, needed, valued. It was a distinctly new experience, one that had caught him off balance more than once. Hearing his employer sing his praises, even when his schemes often landed him in embarrassing or uncomfortable situations had made a warm, wriggly feeling appear in his chest.

Having him show care for him, on the other hand, had utterly destroyed every single wall he had.

He could still remember every second of that day. Him waking up with a sire throat, nausea and a pounding head that had nothing to do with a hangover. Him trying to go about as usual, only for his employer to use that overdeveloped emotional intelligence that he'd demonstrated more than once and notice he wasn't okay. His employer, sending him back to bed without listening to his protests. Mr Wooster who, unlike other employers who would just send a servant away when sick in case they algo caught the sickness, tried to get him as comfortable as possible to aid his recovery.

Bertram Wooster, who had tended to him, bringing his food and water and new boojs for him to entertain himself. Who had wiped the sweat from his fevered face. Who had answered to his protests with a kind smile and a 'let me do this, old fruit, to try and repay everything you do for me.'

When had his feelings bloomed? Jeeves didn't know, because it felt as if they've been there from the very beginning. What had caused them? Jeeves had a million reasons, an avalanche of tiny gestures and moments he'd had with one Bertram Wilbert Wooster that had gone up and beyond every wall he'd tried to build.

It took some time, after his realization, to assimilate his improper feelings, and he had a hard time hiding from his employer's too keen gaze, but once he'd accepted that he, Reginald Jeeves, had fallen irreversibly in love with one Bertram Wooster...

Well, it just became his new normal. And gave him all the more reason to help his employer avoid unwanted engagements.

He tried to give no sign of his changed regard, but if one looked closely, they could see all the little clues. The splashes of color sometimes allowed on his employer's clothes. Schemes that were more complex, that had more care for his employer, often having the would-be wives end in the embarrassing and uncomfortable situations his employer occupied before. And, most importantly, the care Jeeves applied to his dities towards his gentleman. Not that he didn't serve him immaculately before, but now he did his duties with gusto, rebelling in every little thing he did. He cooked what he knew were his employer's favourite foods more often, he appeared at the perfect time with whatever his employer needed, not a second of delay...

Every little gesture betrayed his devotion, in sum. And while Mr. Wooster was aware that Jeeves was using what he called his 'stuffed frog expression' less and less, while he noticed that he had (impossibly, in Mr. Wooster's mind) improved the way he did his duties, he would be helpless to provide a good reason.

(Oh, there was a reason he wanyed to give, if only because he dearly wished it were true, but he wouldn't dare. Though that's another story entirely.)

And so, the status quo remained at Berkeley Mansions, with Jeeves behaving like the perfect valet and nothing more. A status quo he was determined to do his utmost to maintain.

He could have never foreseen the events that would destroy said status quo and irreversibly change his relationship with his employer. Events that started, innocuously, with a telegram from Brinkley Court.

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if wodehouse published in 2023 he wouldve made this convo happen its too bertie to not be canon

enjoy this unpolished sketch comic :DDD

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Jeeves is Bertie's number one fan. I bet he pays extra attention when Bertie sings in his bath. I bet he built all that scheme to be able to see Bertie performing instead of just listening to it a room away. Jeeves, we see you, old top.

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Town & Country

(bertie did have to bully the old feudal spirit a bit for him to sit on the sofa but he got him there)

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Madly in love with Jeeves and Wooster, desperate to find the books

[made with Illustrator]

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rebound ship

(one youtube video was recommended to me and then i read fic for like 4 days)

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