#13 year old me would be so happy so it's ok

[under--pluto]

I need to stop staying up so late because the party is my brain that stops me from making ✨purchases✨ just vanishes 🫨

[ayyponine]

not to be a milennial but harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban really is that bitch....

[kyorru-remade]

thinking about my good friend alois tracy on this day

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

god i love gravity falls so much

[yay-depression]

the healing child abuse survivor moment of literally just mourning your child self. like, obviously, being neglected and abused a child will always hurt to remember that it happened but tbh for me the part that’s most hurtful is thinking about to my child self.

TW for descriptions of child emotional abuse and neglect below

what hurts more than anything is thinking back to seven year old me biting their fist and crying silently so their parents wouldn’t catch them and thinking “well if my dad doesn’t love me then i guess i’m just not worth being loved.” and how much that sucked. and how much no kid should ever feel like that.

it hurts thinking about how four year old me said to my mom “i wish i was as happy as my friends. i’m never that happy.” and she didn’t even take me to therapy for another two years, and i wasn’t diagnosed with depression for another eight.

it hurts thinking about how i was sitting in sub-zero cold every monday after school for months bc my dad forgot to pick me up for months. it hurts how my parents missed so many plays and school events and galleries that at some point i stopped wishing they’d even try bc it just made it hurt more when they said they’d come and then didn’t. it hurts thinking back to being 11 years old and having to manage my mother’s emotional response to me being hospitalized and realizing, at 11 years old, that there was no way for my mom to understand what i needed. it hurts thinking of the kid who had to learn to rely on themselves bc they slowly realized that no one else was fucking there for them in the way they needed.

and it really fucking hurts knowing now that those patterns don’t just develop overnight and there were repeated opportunities for adults around me to step in and stop the cycle and they didn’t. not even bc they didn’t care but bc they wouldn’t see. bc the society i lived in as a kid was set up to praise abusive behavior and laud the child who “responded well” to being abused. bc it never occurred to adults around me that the kid who “stepped up” and never set a toe out of line —the kid who parented other kids— could not feel safe at home, or could not feel loved. it never occurred to any adult around me that the kid who “had their shit together” and was basically a “mini adult” wasn’t being loved like they should have been, and wasn’t being taken care of like they should have been.

for me, what hurts more than thinking of the effects that child abuse and neglect have on me now, is thinking of the effects they had on me back then.

[nomairuins]

the connor room glowup (above is my washington room below is my now room ^_^)

[live-laugh-obsess]

feeling very emotional about mcr this fine evening i miss them so much

[604to647]

✨Anniversary and Follower Milestone Celebration and Giveaway!✨

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[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

ok i was thinking about a fanfic where Spencer (probably a single dad) has a daughter (13-14) like tina belcher from bobs burgers, i just imagine they’d both be so awkward (and definitely autistic) and they’d both have glasses. But while Reid can talk lots and can get excited easily about things, she’s like the opposite, imagine her meeting the team

Spencer Reid X Autistic Daughter Reader

Request : ok i was thinking about a fanfic where Spencer (probably a single dad) has a daughter (13-14) like tina belcher from bobs burgers, i just imagine they’d both be so awkward (and definitely autistic) and they’d both have glasses. But while Reid can talk lots and can get excited easily about things, she’s like the opposite, imagine her meeting the team

Third person pov...

In the quiet suburban town of Quantico, Virginia, there lived a man named Spencer Reid. He was a brilliant criminal profiler, working for the Behavioural Analysis Unit (BAU) of the FBI.

Spencer was known for his encyclopaedic knowledge, his ability to connect the dots, and his unwavering dedication to his work.

Spencer had a daughter, Y/N, who was around 13-14 years old. She was a carbon copy of her father in many ways, with her glasses and her love for knowledge.

However, unlike her father, Y/N was a shy and introverted girl, who found it difficult to express herself. She was often compared to Tina Belcher from Bob's Burgers, as they both shared a similar awkwardness and a penchant for the unusual.

Y/N's quiet demeanour was a stark contrast to her father's animated personality. Spencer could talk for hours about his latest research or a new theory he had developed, while Y/N would prefer to spend her time reading or drawing.

Despite their differences, the two shared a deep bond, and Spencer was fiercely protective of his daughter.

It was a calm Saturday after weeks of cases the team had a couple days off, which pleased the Dr greatly, happy to spend time with his daughter,

Y/N.

The last one had been hard, a woman was going around killing young girls who reminded her of her high schools' bullies, Spencer couldn't wait to get home and see his daughter, they had called every night.

The two were currently sitting in the living room on the sofa, Spencer was reading a book, leaning against the arm of the sofa and his daughter next to him she was sketching in her sketchbook, she was exceptionally good.

Spencer smiled when his daughter showed him her drawing, he loved it when she showed him what she was drawing, her sketches are incredibly detailed. "Amazing N/N" he comments making his daughter smile and continue drawing.

In the background classical music played, neither liked a silent background so music was necessary. As they spent the quiet morning together around lunch Spencer received a call from his boss, Aaron Hotchner.

"Hotch is there a case?" he asks having stood up from the sofa.

He watched his daughter continue to draw, a smile still on his face. She was in her own world now "Hi Reid, not a case but I was hoping you could bring Y/N in" Spencer was confused.

He stands near the kitchen. "I could, be there soon" the two then end the call, Hotch had explained that there was an important case that required the team's immediate attention, and Hotch believed that Y/N's unique perspective could be valuable.

He then walked back over to his daughter, now to tell her they are leaving. "Hey N/N, want to come to my work with me?" He asks the girl.

This made the H/C girl look up from her sketchbook, E/C eyes wide. "Really" she asks, she always wanted to go to her dad work, she loves the job he does and all the caseshe solves.

Spencer was surprised. Usually Y/N doesn't like new places. "You do?"He asks the girl, Y/N grins at him. "Want to see where you work" she tells him.

Spencer laughs and pulls her in for a hug, one thing about Y/N is she loves hugs mainly the pressure from them. "Great, go get ready we need to leave soon" He tells her.

The teen then runs off to her room to get her things, once ready the father and daughter leave the apartment and make their way to the FBI headquarters.

As they entered the BAU office, Y/N was immediately overwhelmed by the bustling activity and the presence of her father's colleagues. She clung to Spencer's arm; her eyes wide behind her glasses.

Spencer helped her calm down by handing her headphones, Y/N quickly took them and put them on, the noise canceling happening immediately.

This made her feel calmer, but didn't let go of her Dad. The two find the rest of the team standing and chatting to each other about the case.

"Hey pretty boy" calls Derek, this made the rest turn to the two reids, Penelope instantly turns to the girl next to the young doctor. "Who's that with you Baby genius?" She asks waving at the teen.

Y/N looks down at the floor, avoiding the gazes of the team. "Guys this is Y/N my daughter" he explains, the team is shocked.

Derek wraps an arm around Spencer. "Pret-ty boy, how come you never told us you have a kid?" He asks.

The young Dr blushes and shrugs the arm off him. "Because you didn't ask" he grumbles, making Derek raise his hands and back away from him.

The team was initially taken aback by

Y/N's quiet demeanour, but they soon realized that her unique perspective was indeed valuable.

As they discussed the case, Y/N offered insights that the others had not considered, drawing on her vast knowledge of human behaviour and her keen observational skills.

Over time, Y/N began to open up to the team, sharing her thoughts and ideas more freely. She found a kindred spirit in Penelope Garcia.

who appreciated Y/N's love for all things geeky and her passion for learning. The two bonded over their shared interests, and Y/N began to feel more comfortable in the BAU office.

As the team worked together to solve the case, Y/N's confidence grew. She began to speak up more often, offering her insights and ideas without hesitation.

Her father watched with pride as his daughter blossomed, finding her voice in the midst of the BAU team.

In the end, the team successfully solved the case, thanks in part to Y/N's unique perspective.

As they celebrated their victory, Y/N stood alongside her father and the rest of the team, her glasses slightly askew and a smile on her face. She had found her place among the BAU team, and she knew that she would always be welcome there.

From that day forward, Y/N became a regular fixture at the BAU office, offering her insights and ideas to help solve the most challenging cases.

And though she was still quiet and introverted, she had found her voice, and she knew that she could have influence in the world.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, so sorry for the wait! Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

Requests are open!

Word count: 1170

[gingiesworld]

Hot Milf’s Kitten

MILF Wanda Maximoff x Fem Reader

Warnings: Smut. Strap on use. Dom Mommy Wanda. Sub Kitten Reader.

Word Count: 2.6k+

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18+ MINORS DNI

It was no secret that Wanda was promiscuous, even with two 10 year old boys who live with her throughout the school week. It gave her time as she asked her best friend's sister for help around the house on the weekend, as a way to earn extra money for the repairs that Wanda had no knowledge about.

“So, my fridge has been making this awful sound.” Wanda informed Y/N who just listened as Nat was making some drinks. “I figured you might know something about it while studying engineering?”

“I can have a look at it on Saturday, if that’s ok with you?” She asked her as Wanda smiled.

“That’s perfect.” She gave the younger woman’s knee a squeeze. “Just come by anytime, I’ll be home all day.”

“You need to meet someone, Wanda.” Nat said as she placed the drinks down. “You aren’t getting any younger.”

“I think she’s aging like a fine wine.” Y/N blurted out, making Yelena laugh through her nose. “What?” She questioned the blonde, completely missing the blush forming on the older woman’s cheeks. It was no secret to Yelena that Y/N had the biggest crush on Wanda, but she would never do anything to ruin Wanda’s friendship with Nat.

“Actually, come by on Friday evening, you can have a look at it and I’ll make you something to eat.” Wanda told her firmly as she stood up, Nat looked at her friend worried in case she had crossed a line.

“Of course.” Y/N nodded with a smile as Wanda left the house, Nat following behind her.

“Wanda, are you ok?” She asked as she followed Wanda to her car.

“I have to pick up the twins.” She told her as she unlocked the door.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but I really think you should put yourself out there again.” Nat told her. “I just want you to be happy.”

“I am happy.” Wanda told her. “I just need to concentrate on Billy and Tommy.”

“Come on, you still have the fattest crush on her.” Yelena teased Y/N as she followed the younger one to her room.

“And?” She replied as she turned to face her. “It’s not like anything will ever happen because I am still in college.”

“You’re 24.” Yelena corrected her.

“And Wanda is 37, she will not go for someone who is 13 years younger.” Y/N told her as she turned around to get her paper out. “I need to finish this for monday.” She told her sister who just nodded, leaving her be as she worked on her thesis.

Wanda spent the rest of the week thinking about what Y/N had said. She remembered Y/N had had a crush on her since they were younger, it was something she had always deemed as cute but now she wonders what it will be like to be with her. To use Y/N for her own personal needs.

“I have made sure that Billy has a spare inhaler.” Wanda told Jarvis when he came to pick up the twins for the weekend. “Also, Tommy has a soccer match on Sunday at lunch time.”

“I know.” He spoke tiredly as the twins waited tiredly by the door. Wanda gave the twins a kiss on the cheek and a hug before they left with their father, leaving Wanda to clean the house before Y/N arrived. She took a deep breath as there was a knock on the door. When she opened it, she gave Y/N a nervous smile as she answered the door.

“So, the fridge.” Y/N spoke up, breaking the awkward silence between the two of them.

“Yes.” She stepped aside, letting Y/N inside before leading her into the kitchen. “It’s making this whirring sound, it’s very faint but I have sensitive ears and it is very annoying.”

“I’ll take a look at it now and see what tools I’ll need to bring tomorrow.” Y/N told her. Wanda watched as Y/N moved the fridge out to have a look at the motor behind it. She bit her lip as she could hear Y/N mumble to herself, most likely taking mental notes of how she could fix it. After what felt like forever, Y/N finally came out from behind, moving it back to its spot. “It’s just a simple fix, I have my tool box in my car and I can fix it now if you’d like.”

“Are you sure?” Wanda asked her as she nodded.

“Of course.” Y/N was fast to leave to retrieve her tools before getting straight to work. Wanda busied herself by making some food for the two of them while Y/N had worked. She was soon broken out of her thoughts when Y/N had pushed the fridge back. “How does it sound now?” Y/N asked Wanda as the two remained silent for a moment.

“I can’t hear it.” She whispered with a smile. “Thank you so much.” She wrapped her arms around Y/N’s shoulders, hugging her tightly before pulling away slightly, looking into the younger woman’s eyes for a moment. “How did you grow up so beautifully?” She whispered as she caressed Y/N’s cheek.

“I don’t know.” Y/N answered nervously, all of a sudden her mouth was dry as Wanda’s gaze shot to her lips. “I guess I was lucky.” Wanda shook her head no as their noses touched.

“I guess I just have never seen you like this before.” Wanda whispered as Y/N raised a questioning brow. “You were always my best friend’s little sister and now.” Her voice trailed off as her hands moved slowly round Y/N’s neck to her chest.

“Now what?” Y/N asked as Wanda sighed as Y/N pressed her body closer to Wanda’s.

“As someone who can make me scream.” Wanda told her seductively, giving Y/N a go ahead to kiss her roughly. Wanda moaned as she was pushed against the opposite counter, her hands gripping Y/N’s shirt as the two made out like horny teenagers. “Fingers.” Wanda gasped as Y/N started to kiss and suck her neck. “I need your fingers.” Y/N kept ignoring her words so Wanda grabbed a fistful of Y/N’s hair, pulling her face away, a smirk grew on her face as Y/N moaned at the action. “On your knees.” Wanda ordered her as Y/N did as she was told, watching as Wanda undone her bottoms. Wanda smirked as Y/N licked her lips. “Mommy needs your help.” Wanda pulled down her jeans and underwear in one go. “Can you do that for me, kitten? Can you help me with that pretty mouth?”

All Y/N could do was nod as Wanda ran her fingers through Y/N’s hair. Y/N inhaled the arousal that was dripping down Wanda’s thighs before diving in. Licking a strip through her folds before she sucked on Wanda’s clit. Her arms wrapped around Wanda’s thighs as Wanda’s moans filled the kitchen, Wanda’s hand keeping Y/N’s head in place as she worked.

“Fuck.” Wanda moaned as Y/N inserted two fingers, keeping her lips wrapped around Wanda’s bundle of nerves. “Right there.” She cried out as her legs started to shake, thighs clenching around Y/N’s head as she increased her speed as she added a third finger. “Y/N!” Wanda screamed as she came, feeling Y/N’s tongue as she cleaned her up. Once Y/N had come out for air, Wanda pulled her up and kissed her roughly, moaning as she tasted herself on Y/N’s tongue. “I am going to have so much fun with you kitten.” She whispered before the doorbell rang. Quickly getting herself ready before she left the kitchen to answer the door to her neighbour.

“Oh, hi Y/N.” Agatha beamed, greeting the younger woman who approached with her toolbox.

“Hi.” She then turned to Wanda. “Your fridge is fixed.”

“Wait here, let me get the money for you.” Wanda grazed her arm as Y/N shook her head.

“It’s ok Wanda.” She told her. “I really have to go.”

“I’ll drop it off with Nat tomorrow.” Wanda smiled at the younger woman before she left, soon allowing Agatha inside.

“So, Wanda and I are also going out tonight so we will probably see you guys.” Nat told both Yelena and Y/N who groaned. It had been weeks since Y/N had fixed the fridge and now every week, Wanda says there is a new job just so she and Y/N can have some of their own fun.

“Seriously? Don’t make a show because I am trying to pull someone.” Yelena stated as Y/N smirked.

“So, you’re finally going to make a move on Kate?” She questioned with a raised brow.

“Are you going to finally make a move on Wanda?” She challenged as Nat was the one to laugh.

“I haven’t heard that in years.” Both Yelena and Y/N turned to face her. “We both used to think your crush on her was cute, although it would be fucked up if you still had a crush on her considering she has watched you grow up.” With that she left as Yelena gave Y/N a sad smile, handing her her jacket before the two left to meet their friends.

Once the two had separated, Y/N had found Carol, Sharon and Bucky. The four of them greet each other with a round of shots. As the night wore on, everyone started to loosen up and started to dance, Sharon dragged Y/N to the dancefloor, grinding on her just as Wanda walked through the door with Nat.

“Please don’t tell me they’re fucking again.” Nat groaned as Wanda’s eyes landed on Y/N and Sharon. Jealousy burned within as she watched Sharon grind on her kitten.

“Let’s get a drink.” Wanda dragged Nat over to the bar, ordering themselves a drink as Carol sauntered over.

“Hey Nat.” She smirked at the older woman. “How are you sweets?” She asked as Wanda tried not to laugh as Nat blushed lightly.

“I am ok.” Nat answered quickly before taking a big sip of her drink. “How are you?” She asked the younger woman who’s fingers now danced on Natasha’s shoulder.

“I am even better now your beautiful self is here.” She flirted as Wanda rolled her eyes, watching as Sharon disappeared towards the bathroom. Wanda walked over to Y/N who started to dance with another girl on the dancefloor. She soon moved in front of Y/N and started to grind on her.

“Who was that?” Wanda asked as she turned around, pulling on Y/N’s jacket.

“That was Sharon, she’s just a friend.” Y/N told her honestly.

“It seemed like she was more.” Wanda told her firmly. “And that was also something that Natasha had mentioned too.”

“Seriously?” Y/N scoffed before heading for the exit, Wanda hot on her tail.

“Where are you going?” Wanda asked her as she wrapped her arms around herself as to shield herself from the cold.

“Home.” Y/N answered bluntly.

“You can’t leave on your own.” Wanda told her. “Your sisters and friends will worry about you.”

“I’m sure they are all occupied,Wanda.” She told her firmly, Wanda just scoffed before she approached Y/N, gripping her jaw as she forced the younger woman to look into her eyes.

“I expect to be shown respect, kitten.” She growled as Y/N gulped. “Will you show mommy some respect?”

“Yes.” Y/N answered.

“Yes what?” Wanda raised a brow.

“Yes mommy.” Y/N whimpered as Wanda soon flagged down a cab, sending a quick message to Nat, explaining that she didn’t feel up to being out.

As the driver drove to Wanda’s house, the two made out in the backseat like a couple of teens. Once the driver was paid, Wanda dragged Y/N inside and up to her bedroom.

“Strip.” She ordered her, sitting on the edge of the bed as Y/N disposed of her clothes, soon standing before her completely nude. Wanda stood up and turned her back to her. “Unzip me.” Y/N did as she was told, helping the older woman strip. Once Wanda stood before Y/N, looking up into her eyes as her fingers danced on the skin of the younger woman. “You know, I don’t think I have ever felt this alive as I do with you.” She moved away to get something from her nightstand. “I know we have only used our fingers and tongues, but I have had dreams.” She helped Y/N with the harness. “Not so innocent ones of you fucking me with this strap.” She slapped Y/N’s ass before massaging it. “Will you fuck mommy, kitten? Fuck mommy until she can’t take it no more.”

“Yes mommy.” Y/N kissed Wanda roughly, her arms wrapping around the older woman as she walked her towards the bed, pushing her down on her back before she started to attack the older woman’s neck, kissing and biting wherever she could. Wanda’s moans filled the room as Y/N sucked harshly on her nipples as the toy massaged her clit as their hips mildly grinded together.

“Fuck me.” She ordered Y/N who did as she was told. Inserting the full length of the toy, making Wanda’s hold on her tighten as she started to thrust her hips, pulling out just to slam right back in. Wanda’s screams in pleasure only spurred her on as she soon increased her pace. “I’m so close.” Wanda mewled as Y/N continued her movements, wanting to keep her happy. Soon enough Wanda screamed as she came, smiling as Y/N kissed her softly as she pulled out, only to push Y/N on her back as she straddled her stomach. “You have a mess to clean.” With that, she lined her already dripping core with Y/N’s face, lowering herself down as Y/N’s arms wrapped around her legs, using her tongue as Wanda used her face as she wanted. Holding onto the headboard, her second orgasm fast approached as she was sensitive from the first orgasm. “OH Y/N!!!” She screamed as she came, Y/N lapped up every drop before the older woman collapsed beside her, helping Y/N remove the strap before she cuddled up to her. The two lay in silence for a moment before Y/N spoke up.

“What does this mean to you?” She asked the older woman, her voice laced with raw vulnerability.

“I don’t know.” She whispered as she held onto Y/N’s hand, playing with her fingers. “When it happened the first time, it was just supposed to be some sort of release for me.” She looked up into Y/N’s eyes. “I guess it’s more than just that because I am falling for you and I am so scared.”

“I’m afraid too.” Y/N confessed. “I have always had this pull towards you and I only understand now that it is love. I am in love with you Wanda, and I am afraid that you may never return my feelings.” Wanda kissed her tenderly before gazing into her eyes tenderly.

“I do.” Wanda told her sincerely. “I am in love with you, Y/N. I guess I have been since the moment you fixed my kitchen window.”

“That was almost a year ago.” She chuckled as Wanda nodded.

“I guess I was afraid.” She whispered as she yawned. “I had never been with a woman before and then you came home.” Y/N kissed the top of Wanda's head as she pulled the comforter over the two of them. Wanda sighed as she snuggled in further to Y/N who wrapped her protective arms around the older woman, falling asleep with smiles on their faces.

[themultifandomgal]

Sister Shelby- Fainting

All YN's life she has struggled with fainting. The first time she lost conscious was when she was only a year old. The baby had been crying none stop, then in Polly grays arms the little one passed out. The doctors had said it was because of her not able to catch her breath but as the years went on the fainting got worse, especially when YN started going through puberty.

13 Years Old

"YN your gonna be late for school" Tommy scolds the youngest Shelby storming into her room. YN groans throwing her bed sheets over her head "now YN!"

"Don't feel well"

"You just want to get out of school" Tommy rips off the quilt

"Fine" YN grunts and gets out of bed. But as quick as she's up, she's back down passed out on the floor. Of course Tommy panics and calls for Polly who runs upstairs. Only a minute later YN is awake again

"Ok no school today" Polly places her arms on her hips as Tommy helps his sister back into bed

"I think we need a doctor Poll"

The doctors checked YN out and found that her heartbeat is irregular which is what has been causing her fainting spells.

15 Years Old

YN can now tell when she is going to faint and what could trigger it. One of them being excessive exercise. Now it's no secret YNs teacher, Mr Jones doesn't like her just because she has the Shelby name. The teacher had announced that they would be running around the field at the back of the school, YN immediately protests saying she can't run that far, but the teacher had said if YN didn't partake then she could expect 100 lines and the ruler across the hand. So YN begin running.

After running once she was told to run again, and again and again. No matter how many times YN said she needed to stop Mr Jones threatened the poor girl and so she carried on. She did this until she passes out on the field, thankfully her friend Eleanor saw and ran to Mr Jones, but he didn't believe her.

When YN came around she decided to just walk out of the school and head home

"What are you doing home from school?" Arthur scolds seeing his little sister walk through the front door

"Mr Jones made me run even when I told him I couldn't. He said it was either run or have the ruler. I passed out but he didn't believe Eleanor when she told him" Arthur's eyes widen

"Go to bed and rest. Let me speak to Tommy and Aunt Poll"

This caused the Shelby brothers and Aunt head to the school and Tommy even got the teacher fired!

18 Years Old

It's a hot day in Birmingham and YN is sat in the betting shop helping Arthur with the books

"I'm gonna get a Drink" YN sighs feeling the heat. Arthur nods his head not looking up. YN stands up but immediately her eyesight starts to disappear and a ringing starts in her ear. Before she can even sit back down Arthur finds his sister on the floor passed out. Knowing exactly what to do Arthur gets up from his seat and first of all checks that YN hasn't hurt herself on anything. He then rolls her so she's on her side. Tommy walks out of his office and frowns

"Has she fainted?" Tommy asks looking at Arthur and YN

"Yeah" Arthur sighs

"When she walks up take her home. It's so hot in here"

"Ok"

22 Years Old

YN is now an adult who has just moved into a house with her boyfriend Alexander. At first the Shelby's were not happy about this and they worried for their sister especially since Alex has yet to see one of YNs fainting episodes as she is now more aware of her body and when she may pass out. YN comes home from a long day of shopping when she begins to feel faint. Placing her bags down in the kitchen she slide herself down the kitchen counters and sits on the floor. Normally this would do the trick, but today this isn't what happens. Alex knows about his girlfriends irregular heart and he knows that she faints because of it, but he's always had one of her brothers or Polly around. So when he walks through the front door and into the kitchen, panic sets in seeing YN on the floor. Immediately he runs up to her and starts to try and wake her up, but it doesn't work

"YN. YN can you hear me?" remembering Tommy once checking her over for injury's he does the same. Then he remembers that Arthur would check the time to see how long she was unresponsive for, so he does just that. Unbeknownst to hun Tommy has also entered the home of the young couple and is watching Alex tend to YN "ok come on YN isn't been a minute since I've come home. I need you to wake up"

Luckily it's not to much time later, maybe about 20 seconds, YN finally starts to wake up

"Hey YN, how you feeling?"

"Tired"

"Ok. Let's get you a drink and put you to bed" this is when Alex notices Tommy stood watching the interaction "Tommy what are you doing here?"

"Was coming to see if YN wanted to head to the Garrison but I can see that's going to be a no"

"Sorry Tom"

"Don't apologise. Your in safe hands here. Take tomorrow off" with that Tommy leaves.

For YN hearing her brother is ok with her relationship means the absolute world to her.

[aropride]

ok story before bed time. everyone gather around

you are me at age 13. you are an 8th grader who just realized he likes girls and recently had a gender crisis in the home depot lighting aisle. it is november of 2016, and trump has run for president for the first time. you are watching the map change over your dad's shoulder. you aren't really sure how it works yet but you are seeing a lot of red on there and you are very frightened. you just found out you have free will, like, last year, and you are only beginning to grasp the gravity of the situation- the situation being the united states of america in general- and it already is looking very bad.

when you wake up in the morning your dad tells you trump has won. he's too happy about it. you're skipping breakfast to make the bus in time. the sun's barely risen, btw, but you are 13 so you have little to no autonomy or rights, so you are in the fluorescent-light torment-nexus they call a "middle school" by 7:45am on the dot.

you see your friend as you're walking to your homeroom. he's a fellow gay emo middle schooler, he sucks, and he really likes to guilt-trip you into skipping class to hang out with him by telling you he's going to kill himself if you don't. you have other qualms with him, but this illustrates enough. he says hi, you say hi, there is a sort of thick dread in the air despite barely anyone in the building being old enough to vote and most everyone completely baffled by the concept of the "electoral college."

he asks how you're feeling. you say bad, and he agrees.

he looks you in the eyes and puts both his hands on your shoulders. he says, "don't worry about gay marriage. they can't get rid of it."

you don't say anything; he doesn't give you a chance to.

"i ran into the senate at subway yesterday and i asked them. and they said trump can't repeal gay marriage."

you do not know much about the government. you are not quite sure what a senator is. however, you know there are one hundred of them. you also know that the only subway in your little corner of maine is very small- there's, like, three booths to sit in. only a few people can even get in line to order at a time. you were born recently but you are able to draw some conclusions here:

1) there is absolutely no way that subway could fit 100 people inside of it at all,

2) there is no reason that the entire senate would be in a little town in maine the night after the election,

and 3) this guy is making shit up again, more than anyone's ever made shit up in their life.

you say, "okay. that's good." you are aware that gay marriage is not the only thing to be worried about, here. you are aware that this guy lies recreationally and it is not worth arguing the matter.

"isn't that great?" he asks. it is not great.

you go to homeroom and you do not stand for the pledge of allegiance (you never stand for it again). you go to pre-algebra. you listen to my chemical romance instead of paying attention. you go to english class, you go to study hall, you go to lunch. you go to social studies and your teacher lets you and your other gay friend (who doesn't suck and in fact you have crush-adjacent feelings for them) sit out in the hall to talk about the election, because you asked nicely. they do not try to tell you that they ran into the entire senate at subway.

you think about this interaction several times a month through the next two election seasons. you are a 21 year old man and you are still thinking about this. you are still imagining ways the entire senate could cram themselves into this tiny subway. you regularly share this story with new friends because you just cannot stop fucking thinking about it. he ran into the entire senate at a tiny little subway in maine at 7 in the morning. and they said gay rights were safe forever.

[tapwater118]

tpot 13 spoilers, i say a lot here

hopy mopy that was a good episode. love it when tpot decides to get all cinematic. lots of things to talk about

having the cold open and stinger be about firey and leafy is very very interesting (“dreamier island” is adorable idgaf). didn’t really expect them to build off their cameo from tpot 8 like this, they’re obviously setting up another side plot (likely to replace the robot flower one that just ended). i don’t think leafy died in the storm, that’d be too straightforward for that much screen time. i think one got her, for what i don’t know. what kind of deal would she take?? i must think about this more

also speaking of one what the fuck. she moved a whole goddamn hurricane over to the hotel??? she can do that?? ok so maybe she didn’t make deals with bomby and bell, she’s just stealing the eliminated contestants for some reason. AND SHE WANTS TWO GONE DUDE. scary. probably the biggest surprise was her making it so two exitors join instead of one, which reads to me as if she wanted pencil specifically to join for some reason. interesting interesting interesting

can i just say there are some super interesting freesmart interactions here. pencil’s overjoyed to see book and ice cube (cause she’s been trapped in four for four years) but those two looked EXTREMELY uncomfortable to see her. most interesting is how despite still being avoidant of book ICE CUBE DELIBERATELY GETS HER AWAY FROM PENCIL. SHES WILLING TO PUT HER GRIEVANCES WITH BOOK ASIDE TO PROTECT HER LIKE THAT. what the fuck happened between them. idfb i need you to happen please

i didn’t really have any predictions for the eliminations this time around, barf bag i somewhat expected but needle was a bit of a surprise. i thought tpot 12 would’ve made people like her more? oh well. kinda hoped for more gb and pencil interactions from her being on cloudyay but i guess we’ll have more time for those later. liy being on 🎼 is nice cause she has her old friends there, works as a nice fill in for needle’s niche

the old robot flower is back! by the deal with one uh oh. i actually really like how they handled this, everyone else is happy the old her is back but she sounded really hesitant about it because she still has the same issues from before!!! nothings been fixed for her!!! she still has that want to be like flower dude. that plot line better not be completely dead or else. (also thank you tv for the flower cameo ur great. also tv is talking in mashed up clips again letsgooooooooo)

i think i actually need to watch this episode again, there’s so many little details sprinkles everywhere omga. anyway i voted for pin and book and you should too. peace out

look at her she angy

[thepastisalreadywritten]

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Princess Diana Made Secret Tapes For The Future Bride of Prince William. ❤️

“Cherish my grandchildren. They carry my heart.”

Before her tragic, untimely death in a Paris car crash at 36 years old, Princess Diana thought she might die young and may never be able to meet the future wife of her son, Prince William, according to a friend of the late Princess of Wales.

Though she didn’t know her name then, Diana recorded an audio diary for Princess Catherine, a young girl living in Berkshire.

According to OK!, the friend — who asked to remain anonymous — said Diana got the idea after recording tapes for what would become Andrew Morton’s groundbreaking Diana: Her True Story (1992).

Even after the book was published, Diana continued talking into her little Sony cassette recorder, off and on, from 1992 until she died in 1997.

On the tapes, Diana offers motherly advice and reveals her hopes for the future of William and his respective family.

"As incredible as it seems, she told me she made the tapes for the day if she wouldn’t be around to help guide William.”

Diana asked for the tapes to be played at key points in her son’s future.

“That way, she could continue to be a part of their lives, even after she was gone,” the friend said.

“She thought it was quite clever — and loved the idea of being what she called a nagging mum from beyond the grave. She found it quite amusing.”

“This particular one was for William’s future wife,” the friend said.

“He was about 13 or 14 at the time, just discovering girls. Diana was fascinated by the idea that he’d marry and one day have his children. She was sure he’d be a wonderful husband and warm, caring father—more like her."

The friend said that Diana wanted William and his future wife to avoid divorce. This particular tape lasted about two or three minutes.

“What struck me was her honesty,” the friend said. “She was so sincere. You could hear it in her voice. She spoke straight from her heart.”

“It was so very moving,” the friend continued.

“I remember bits of it quite well, even after all this time. I was surprised she played it for me. And when it was done, we talked about the kind of girl William would marry.

She thought his bride would be beautiful, smart and independent. And, amazingly, she was right. Kate is all that and more.”

The tape shared memories of William’s childhood and Diana’s dreams of always wanting a daughter. Diana seemed to speak directly to Catherine when she said:

“Brace yourself for a one-way chat. We haven’t met, though I want you to know that I certainly wish we had.

I know I’d adore you, and we’d be fast friends. You have to be someone exceptional. If you weren’t, you wouldn’t be my William’s wife.”

She gave marriage advice, specifically surrounding marriage as a future queen, saying:

“For your marriage to survive the public glare and the private pressures of royal life, it will take patience, compromise, understanding, trust, loyalty, and, of course, love,” Diana reportedly said.

“But you both must work at it. Daily. I’m sure you know my failings and those of William’s father. Learn from these mistakes. Build a relationship that endures. You deserve it. And so do your children.”

Diana then shared that her fondest dream for her and William was to have a life filled with love and joy and to raise happy, healthy children free of divorce, which both William and Diana had to endure.

“Family is the most important thing in life,” she said. “Cherish your children for me. They carry my heart. Let them know I love them and will always watch over them.”

The friend said she ended the tapes with a kiss and told William she loved him.

Though the friend wasn’t sure how many tapes Diana made or who was entrusted with making sure the recordings made it to William, the friend is confident that Princess Catherine had heard the tapes.

💙🥹🤍

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

Do You Know What Today Is?

Summary:

Alpha!Captain Syverson x Omega!POC!Reader "Sunny" Sweet little snapshot 13 years in the future…

Warnings:

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Captain Syverson, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Mutual Pining, Mutually Unrequited, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Humor, Female Character of Color, POV Multiple

Notes:

Hello Heathens! When I originally wrote this it was around my 13th wedding anniversary 2 years ago and it had me in my feels. Lots of things change when you're growing a family together and I just wanted to put those feels somewhere. When I write Sy, more times than not he is heavily influenced by my own soldier husband, hence this little story. I hope you enjoy. Happy Reading!!!

Banner by @cafekitsune Divider by @firefly-graphics

Having securely strapped in your 3 year old and given her ‘just one more’ kiss on the forehead, you turn to give Leti a hug. “Thank you again for taking all of them tonight. We’ll be sure to pick them up before it gets too late.”

“Yeah there will be no picking them up tonight, Sunny. Dante and I decided to make tonight a big sleepover party for all the kids. Well mainly the older ones. I’m not so sure how well the toddlers can hang.” She chuckles out.

“Are you serious?” You ask bewildered.

“Of course we are. When’s the last time you two had the whole house to yourselves for a night that wasn't heat or rut related? It’s our gift to you.” She responds.

“Honestly I can’t even remember the last time I woke up on my own time without one of mine needing me for something. It would be nice to have a lay in with my Alpha. You’re sure Dante is ok with this? That’s a lot of energy for one night. With my 3 that makes 5 pups in one house.” You ramble out.

“I’m sure. You’ve taken ours so many times without hesitation. It’s the least we can do. Especially on your anniversary. You guys need some time to be mates. Just an Alpha and his Omega. If you end up pregnant again I want naming rights though.” She nudges your hip with hers.

“Ha ha. Very funny. Factory is closed, remember? During my c-section with Kaylee I had my tubes tied once she safely vacated the womb. My body couldn’t handle another pregnancy anyway.” Your mind wanders to the difficulties of that pregnancy for a moment. “How about we owe you one. Could even be last minute.”

“That sounds great to me. I better get going so we can grab stuff to make pizzas and lots of snacks. Maybe a movie or two. I don’t want to hear a word from you until after 10am tomorrow.” 

“What if I want to check on the kids?”

“They’ll be fine and you know it. If anything happens we’ll call. Promise. Enjoy your time with your Alpha. Turn off the mom brain for the night. Just be an Omega.” 

“Okay. I’ll try. Thank you again.”

“No thanks needed.” She hugs you one last time. “See you tomorrow, Sunny.”

You stand on the porch as you watch your sister in law drive away with your three pups in tow.

Sy will be home in a couple hours. Better get myself ready for my Alpha.

Sy’s POV

As soon as I open my truck door my nose is assaulted with the aroma of perfectly seasoned steak cooking mixed with my sweet little Omegas intoxicating scent. I step through the door and hear music coming from the kitchen, a normal occurrence. What isn't a normal occurrence is the lack of squeals and giggles followed by a torrent of little feet racing to the door to greet me.

Why is it so quiet? Where is everybody?

I take my boots off, place my keys in the dish and head towards the kitchen. “Sunshine, I’m home. Something sure smells good in here.” I cross the threshold and am met with a feast for my eyes. Standing in front of the stove, swaying her hips while humming along to the melody playing through the bluetooth is my gorgeous wife in a little black dress.

“Welcome home Captain.” She turns around to reveal the low plunge of her skin tight garment. The girls displayed like a snack just for me.

“Fuck, Sugar. Look at you. Where are the pups? It’s awfully quiet.” I take a step towards my Omega to embrace her but she stops me with a hand. 

“They’re over at my brother's place for a sleepover tonight. Go have a seat at the table please, Alpha.” She tells me. I'm curious about what’s going on, so I do as I’m told. Not before sneaking a grope to that glorious ass of hers though. “Your horrible at keeping your hands to yourself.”

I take my seat and face her. “Can you blame me? I’ll never have enough of you. Need ta get my daily dose in.” I watch as she turns off the burner and plates our food, setting it gently on the counter before grabbing her phone.

“Do you know what today is?” She asks me as she changes the song, sauntering over to stand between my legs. I’m not having any of that as I run my hands up her thighs and place her on my lap. 

I trace a finger along her neck, grazing my healed mark that I reclaimed more times than I can count over the last 13 years. “If I didn't already know that it was our anniversary, you playing Tony! Toni! Toné! certainly does the trick.” She beams down at me with that radiating smile I love so much. I pull her closer and place my lips on hers, finally getting the kiss I’ve been craving since I left the house this morning.

“Mmm. That’s better.” I place a kiss on her claiming mark, I’ll be freshening it up later if what I think is happening is going on. “So let me get this right. The kids are at Dante’s and we have the entire house to ourselves until tomorrow?”

“That would be correct, Captain.” She relays to me while stroking my beard, a favorite pastime of hers.

“So. If I wanted to place you on this table.” I lift her up onto the table and spread her thighs wide enough to fit me. I notice that my little Omega is going commando under her dress and my dick turns to steel in my pants. She’s already glistening, slick slowly escaping out of her sweet little pussy, making a mess amongst her thighs. 

A growl travels up my chest at the sight before me. “And devour this sweet little pussy til I’ve satisfied my hunger. Then bend you over it and fuck you til your screaming in pleasure as you come undone on my knot.”  I watch her eyes dilate as her chest begins to rise and fall. “You’re telling me, I can do all that without fear of interruption. I can have my fill of my Omega and no one can stop me tonight?”

I watch her swallow and squirm a bit. “Yes, Alpha. That’s exactly what I’m telling you. Don’t you want your meal first?”

I just chuckle and pull my chair closer to the table. “Oh Sugar. I’ve got my first course right here and I plan on licking it clean.” I dive in and drag my tongue from her entrance to her clit, gently sucking the little bundle before pulling back, spreading her lips and thoroughly enjoying every last drop of her essence I can capture on my tongue. I don’t plan on wasting one single minute of us finally having some true time alone.

Every whimper and moan she lets out, only eggs me on more. Only thing on my mind is reminding my sweet little Omega why I’m her big bad Alpha.

The following morning…

Sunlight drifts in through the stained glass window across from your bed, bathing the room in a rainbow hue, rousing you to an oddly quiet home. As you slowly open your eyes, they happen upon a pair of cerulean ones gazing back at you. “Still trying to make sure I’m not going anywhere Captain? I thought you got over the whole creepy watching me while I sleep thing.” You groan out, attempting to tuck yourself in further. 

He just chuckles to himself, shakes his head and pulls you closer to his furry chest, kissing your forehead. “Never Sunshine. I’ll never get tired of looking at the woman that I stupidly almost let get away.”

“I’m glad we both came to our senses before my mom tried to intervene. I don’t even want to imagine what that plan would have been like.” Smiling sweetly at each other, you enjoy the lazy morning vibes, running fingers through sex romped hair, caressing any exposed skin that escaped the one sheet that is covering you both.

The temperature in the room begins to rise the longer your fingers trek across flesh. At some point your lips find themselves tangled in a sensual makeout session. Sy rolls over further onto his back, pulling you with him to lay your body against his large naked frame. 

He starts to skim kisses down your neck, nipping here and there. “Omega. I kind of have a situation here that only you can fix.” He lifts his hips for you to fully feel his ‘situation’. “Imma need ta bury my cock in this tight little pussy and watch you ride me until the situation subsides.”

“Is that so Alpha?” You raise up into a seated position against his abs, reaching behind you to wrap your little fingers around his thick girth. “It does in fact seem like a very hard situation. It would be my pleasure to assist you.” You lift your hips up, canting them back until his bulbous head just kisses your weeping entrance.

With slow, controlled movements, you lower yourself down his length to the hilt. You give a cursory grind, eliciting a moan to escape as the coarse hair along his pelvis stimulates your clit. You take your Alphas hands and place them on your hips as you begin a languorous pace, completely giving yourself over to the sensations of lazy morning sex that you’ve been without for so long. 

Morning quickies in the shower have been more your speed as of the last few years. Although they scratch the itch, it’s nice to be able to just slow down and enjoy each other’s bodies without a time limit. So many things have changed over the past 13 years, your body seeing the most of it. Children, though blessings, really do take a toll on one's body. 

You look down at the still broad, but maybe a little softer round the middle, body of your Alpha, running your fingers through his soft tuft of chest hair as you take what you need from him. His ocean eyes stare back at you with so much love that you almost lose your breath.

He rises from the mattress, pulling you in close, so that your chests rise and fall together, as your hands roam and your lips dance a familiar tango. You have no idea how long you remain locked in that tight sensual embrace of flesh and lust, before the tell tale signs of an impending orgasm creep up on you. 

“Close.” You whimper out, clutching tighter to his shoulders. “Alpha, I’m so close.”

You feel his hands grip your hips, increasing the speed you are riding him. “That’s it ‘mega. Give it to me. Drench my cock so I can fill you up with my knot." He trails kisses along your collarbone, making his way to your claiming mark. "Gonna stuff you so full you'll be leaking out the sides.”

The combination of friction against your swollen nub mixed with the hot wet sensation of Sy's lips leaving open mouthed kisses along your overheated skin was the perfect catalyst for you to succumb to the mind numbing full body orgasm that had been slowly building.

You closed your eyes and rode each wave as they ebbed and flowed. A cacophony of mewls and wails, accompanied by your Alpha's name, exclaimed from your now hoarse throat. 

Allowing your body to guide you, your lips find space along the juncture between your Alphas throat and shoulder, leaving a mark of your own for all to see.

The feel of your luscious mouth clamping down on his flesh is the thing that pushes him over the edge. With a deep growl, you are impaled on his knot, tying you in place as he sinks his own fangs into your supple flesh. Drawing blood as he reclaims his mate. 

You can feel each twitch of his cock as he spills inside of you, filling you to the brim like he promised. Softly withdrawing from your collar, he licks along your freshly marred skin, aiding in its healing. 

Eyes glazed over, as you both revel in your post orgasmic highs, you can't help but run your fingers along his beard as you admire the Alpha you once thought you'd never get to have. Thankful that you both came to your senses when you did and how lucky you are to have a great man like him in your life. 

Sy caresses your back as he looks up at you with a brow raised. "What's that far off look for Sunshine?"

You can't help the beaming smile that plasters itself on your face. "I love you. That's all."

"Love you too Sugar." He pulls you down for a kiss as he lowers himself back down to the bed, keeping you laid across his chest.

You remain, locked together, basking in the quiet afterglow when your phone begins to ring on the nightstand. Sy reaches over and hands it to you. You watch Letis' name flash across the screen before you place it on speaker. You don't even get to utter a hello before she's speaking. 

“Glad you survived all that pent up tension. We better not see you until dinner at your mom’s tomorrow night. Kit told me to tell you that she decided that her, Scotty and Kaylee need another day and night of cousin time. Also your mother is coming over today to teach them how to make her homemade ice cream and apple pie. So enjoy another night of freedom.”

Before you can answer, Sy snatches your phone. "Thanks Leti! See ya tomorrow at dinner." He hangs up your phone and tosses it aside. "Oh you're in for it now Omega. Only time you're leaving this bed is for a bathroom break. I have lots of lost time to make up for."

With a smack on the ass and a deep growl you feel him harden inside you. "As soon as my knot deflates your going to my good little omega and present for me." 

The next afternoon…

Fresh from a nice, long, uninterrupted soak you find yourself gazing out the window as you let your mind wander. Unbeknownst to you, the gaze of your Alpha, leaning against the door frame, is set firmly on you as he takes in your relaxed state.

I haven’t seen her this relaxed in years. I can't have that. Gotta find the time to make sure she gets to reset and recharge more often. 

Your solitude is broken by a smooth baritone. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you in my flannel. Looks far better on you than me.”

“I beg to differ, Captain. I love the way the fabric stretches across your chest. Buttons holding on for dear life. It’s quite the sight.” You chuckle as you turn towards him. “I keep waiting for the day when one finally fails and exposes the expanse beneath.”

He strides towards you, a swagger in his step. “Your sweet little words are about to get you tossed back into that king size bed.” He grins and lifts you up into his arms. “But I know how much you miss the little monsters and your mother would kill me if I made you miss dinner. Learned my lesson the one and only time that happened.”

“Should have known better. Didn’t think you’d ever be on the receiving end like that huh?” You belly laugh. “She’s scary when she wants to be.”

“As much as it pains me to say this, let’s get dressed.” He walks you both into the closest to put proper clothes on. “It’s too quiet round here. It was nice to have you to myself but I have to admit I kind of miss the chaos.”

You breathe out a sigh of relief. “Oh thank God, me too! Let’s go get our babies.”

Your mother’s house…

You’ve barely walked through the back gate before a squeal rings out. “Mama! Papa! Help!” Kaylee comes barreling towards you as fast as her little legs can carry her. “Unca ‘Te Dragon!” As if on queue your brother bounds around the corner, making his way over to you all. A roaring battle cry is heard before your two eldest, Kit and Scott, attack him from both sides, taking him down in one fell swoop. 

“Stay down if you know what’s good for you, Dante the Black.” Your daughter proclaims. “We brave adventurers shall protect the princess at any cost. Including ridding a Dragon of his head.” She mimicked slashing one's throat. 

Kaylee, now saved, strolls over to her siblings. “Tank you for saving me.” She bows. “Ook. Mama and Papa are here!” Three sets of eyes turn toward you, mischievous smiles affixed to their chubby cheeks.

“What’s with the smiles?” You inquire. “My children aren't this sweet.”

“Nothing.” They say in unison.

“Mmhmm.” You hum. “Come on. Let’s go see if it's time to eat. I’m starving.”

Your mother greets you with a tight hug, holding you at shoulder length to look you over. “Good.”

“Good?” You look to your husband, who also seems confused.

“Yes, good.” She nods her head. “You look thoroughly taken care of. You’re practically glowing. I’m sure if you hadn’t had your tubes tied we’d be welcoming a new pup to the family in 9 months.” She turns and walks toward the kitchen as you stare off, mouth agape. “Boys, put those muscles to good use and help me bring out supper.”

“Yes ma’am” They both say in unison. Before he heads off to do his task, Sy gives you a squeeze and leaves a kiss behind your ear. “She’s not wrong. Fucked out and relaxed looks great on you.” He gives you ass a little tap, walking off to assist Dante, with some extra swagger in his step. 

You're wrangling Kaylee into her booster seat, so she can eat with the ‘big people’. “Mama, why yo neck got wed spots? You hurt?” You look down at your observant little one. “No baby. Mama’s not hurt.”

Your mother enters the room followed swiftly by Dante and Sy. “That’s right Leelee. Your Mama is perfectly fine. Your Papa made those to show how much he loves her.” You give her a look of disbelief as all the adults bust out in laughter. 

Kaylee does not understand what’s so funny. “No funny. No laugh at Mama.” She chastises them, turning to her dad. “Papa. Want wed spots too?”

You all try your hardest to hold in the laughter as to not provoke the tiny terror. “Sorry, sugarplum. Those are special marks for Mama’s and Papa’s only.” She pouts. “How bout I let you have an extra scoop of that ice cream ya’ll made to prove how much I love you instead.”

Her face lights up at the prospect of more sugar. “Okay Papa. We good. Love you.”

You shake your head at your husband as you all sit down to eat. “Oh man are you in for it when she hits puberty. You got lucky with how easy going Kit is. Kaylee is going to run circles around you.”

“Well she is a mini you. I think I can handle it just fine.” He smugly states. “I did survive growing up around you after all. Hey Scotty, toss your Papa one of them rolls will ya.”

You run your hand along his thigh under the table, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “You’re lucky I love you so much. Otherwise I’d make you embarrass yourself at this table in front of your kids.”

You ignore his low growl as you fix a plate for Kaylee and yourself. With the look he’s subtly throwing your way, you know may be in for it later, once the kids are off to bed, and you can’t wait.

[shinyhoundhandseagle]

The Emerald of the Season.

Eloise Bridgerton x Male Character.

AU where Eloise Bridgerton falls in love with someone unexpected.

Word Count: 1,776

Part 1/?

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/shinyhoundhandseagle/754292327975092224/the-emerald-of-the-season

Relationship: Eloise Bridgerton/Male Character

Warning: None

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The first day of the season started in quite a stressful way. With a beautiful carriage stopping in front of the Buckingham house. Brimsley waited outside with some more service people, all of them excited for the guest to arrive.

“Your Highness”-. Said Brimsley as a man, not older than 18 years old came out of the carriage. Wearing a blue tailcoat with gold buttons, black pants and shoes.

“Hello Brimsley”-. The young smiled at him as he started walking towards him. Right behind him was another man, a servant, that Brimsley recognized reminded him of Reynolds-. “This is Marcel, he doesn’t leave me alone.”

“I was appointed as your chaperone the day you turn 13 your Highness.”

“Where is my aunt?”

“The Queen is waiting for you inside. I’ll have the servants take you stuff to your chambers-.” With a movement of his hand Brimsley had the servants moving quickly to collect everything they had to-. “If you follow me, I’ll take you to the Queen.”

The walk was silent, with Brimsley leading the way as the young man looked around, amused by the castle. Marcel behind his Lord, constantly worrying about his safety and comfort. After some walking they stopped in front of a beautiful door for just one second, enough for both of them to catch their breath and then they went inside.

“Sebastian!”- The Queen looked happy, thrilled even. Her clothes and hair reminiscing of another Era, the Era when King George wasn’t hidden away.

“Aunt!”- He passed Brimsley, forgetting to bow or show any type of manners and just hugged his aunt. He had miss her and her blunt attitude.

“You have grown so much since the last time I saw you.”

“I would hope so! I was just 15 when you did-.” He laugh while his Aunt inspected him-. “It would be kind of embarrassing if I didn’t”.

“Have some tea dear”-. They sat down and while Sebastian decided to have some tea and biscuits the Queen kept inspecting him. He could feel her eyes, watching his every move so he decided to make some conversation.

“The weather seems nic…”

“You know why your father has send you here, correct?”- A sigh escape his lips, he knew exactly why.

“For me to find a wife now that I’ve declined every single woman in Spain?”

“You are the Prince of Spain, the future King and leader of your people. How long did you think you could go without marrying?”

“I knew I had to marry, I just couldn’t find anyone that was bearable enough”.

“Well that’s why you’re here with me, so I can help you find someone worthy of the title you will give them”.

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The Bridgerton house was a mess. Gregory and Hyacinth ran around like the children they were, Anthony, Benedict and Colin were trying to get them ready and under control while Daphne and Violet tried (unsuccessfully) to calm Eloise down. It was her second season on the market and after the disappointment and mess of last year she was more stressed than ever. She couldn’t bring shame to her family anymore.

“Calm down, you will do great”-. Assure Daphne but that felt to deaf ears. Eloise was having a full blown panic attack at this point.

“Eloise calm down, it will be ok!”- Her mother held her face between her hands, trying to make her safer and it sorta worked. Her breathing was still erratic but calmer-. “We must make haste”.

That gained her a smile from Eloise, still remembering what she had screamed at Daphne two seasons ago. She wasn’t comfortable enough to talk yet but decided to give her mother a nod instead. She wasn’t ready but honestly would she ever be fully ready?

The ride to the ball was mostly quiet, Benedict tried to get Eloise to talk but he was unsuccessful. She wanted quiet time and thats what they gave her. With each minute that passed, her heart sank a little bit more and once she saw Lady Danbury’s house her stomach felt like it was turning on itself. She wanted to run, to hide away where no one could find her.

The carriage stopped at the entrance and with a heavy heart she got out of it. Walking in was dreadful and the stares she got didn’t make anything better.

But this was her life and it was time to face it.

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The ball wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be but to be honest the reason it wasn’t bad it’s because no one knew who he was, no one knew his title and that saved him from every mamma throwing their daughters to him.

He walked around everyone, watching closely at every girl in that house. Marcel was right behind him, making sure to watch after his Prince. Sebastian was so concentrated on the dance floor, on moving so quickly and he didn’t realize until his shoulder clashed with someone.

Eloise on the other hand was aware of how quickly she was moving, it was actually on purpose. Lord Fife was right behind her, trying to ask her to dance and that was definitely going to go horribly. She was so concentrated on running away from him that she didn’t see the man in front of her until her chest hit his shoulder.

The clash was harsh, Eloise almost hit the floor and barely kept her balance. Thankfully Sebastian held her by her shoulders, as gentle as he could. Eloise looked up, ready to argue with whoever had bumped into her but before she could articulate any words he spoke.

“Are you hurt?”- He sounded worried and Eloise was frozen. She had never been this close to a man before.

“Ms Bridgerton!”- Lord Fife voice brought her back to reality, he had almost caught up to her.

“What is your name my Lord?”- She asked the blonde man in front who had stopped holding her shoulders a few seconds ago.

“What?”

“Your name… Please he is coming and I don’t want to…”- It was clear on her face what she meant and Sebastian wasn’t dumb. She wanted to play pretend so the guy would leave her alone.

“Would you allow me this dance my Lady?”- He asked politely while extending a hand for her to take. Lord Fife stopped on his tracks, looking at the strange man in front of Eloise. He had never seen him before.

“Of course”-. She whispered thankfully that the Lord had decided to help her out. They walked to the dance floor together, him holding her hand up.

“What’s your name my Lady?”- He asked once the dance had started. He wasn’t planning on spending a whole song without any conversation.

“One, two, one… What?”- Counting her steps was important, the last thing she wanted was to step on the nice gentleman foot after he saved her from Lord Fife.

“Your name? Or would you rather me call you ‘The Lady who runs from her matches’?”

“I’m Eloise Bridgerton”-. She could sense the stares from the people around her. She wasn’t know to interact with suitors and that included dancing with them-. “What if your name my Lord?”

“Just Sebastian Borbón”-. Eloise raised an eyebrow. The surname sounded familiar and the accent confused her. It wasn’t French and it was definitely not English.

“Where are you from? I can’t place the accent”.

“You’re blunt”-. He laughed softly.

“I’m sorry, that question was inappropriate…”

“Don’t apologize, be blunt. I promise you my ego won’t get hurt”-. He didn’t find it amusing, he found it brave. There’s not that many women in this society with the guts to be mouthy and it felt like fresh air-. “And to answer your question, it’s a Spanish accent”.

“I’m use to people telling me to act more like a lady and those kind of questions aren’t ladylike”-. Her eye rolled made him giggle-. “Spain? You seem to be far from home my Lord”.

“Seems like it”.

“If I could ask, why have you come so far?”

“For the same reason you’re in this ball my Lady”.

“Because your mamma decided to bring you against your will?”

“More like my aunt but yes”.

“Why is it that older women like the idea of forcing younger people to marry? We should be able to choose if we want to do it or not”-. Her eyebrows created a frown and she started ranting about liberation and women’s rights. Sebastian didn’t interrupt her, he just looked at her with wonder on his eyes. She really was a entertaining woman-. “I apologize, I’ve been ranting”.

She looked up, waiting for him to be angry and disgusted at her. After all that’s what every man felt once they heard her ‘radical’ opinions but not him. He kept looking at her with a soft smile and softly nodded for her to continue speaking but before she could, the song ended, Colin appeared out of thin air and he took her away from the gentleman.

“Are you ok sister?”- Colin whispered to her as they walked back to the rest of the family where their mother was waiting. Violet had been worried about her daughter since she had disappeared about 15 minutes ago without saying anything.

“I’m fine brother, just exhausted”-. Eloise lied, not wanting to admit to her brother that the mysterious young man had made her nervous.

“Welcome to my humble house!”- Lady Danbury was now in the middle of the dance floor, with a glass in her hand and a smile on her face-. “Each season we rejoice in courting and in the idea of finding love, and this year won’t be that much different. Except for one thing ladies and gentlemen and that is that the Queen’s nephew, the Prince of Spain will be part of our season. He will be looking for a wife and a future Queen”.

Everyone was whispering and staring. The Prince of Spain? Here? Looking for a wife? The mamas were going insane, looking around hoping to get their hands on the Prince. Almost all the Bridgertons were whispering to each other except Eloise because she was just dancing with a Spanish man… Could it be the Prince? No… Or yes?

“Come here dear, show your face”-. Lady Danbury reached her hand to one of the young men closed to her and pulled him to the center so everyone could get a good look of him.

Eloise’s heart stopped for one second as she looked at Sebastian standing next to Lady Danbury. No, he wasn’t just Sebastian. He was the Prince and she felt like an idiot.