#But I feel like having a last name of Bee would be more likely
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Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Bee âDumbledoreâ
I like to imagine Hagrid thinks Dumbledoreâs actual last name is Bee, and he just goes by his nickname for, I donât know, privacy reasons or something.
#harry potter#albus dumbledore#dorset#Dorset dialect#Still a little annoyed that everyone thinks a Dumbledore is a wizard ngl#Hagrid is from the West or South West of England :)#Yippee regional dialect!!#(Not me trying to bring it back)#Are there regional versions of things in the Wizarding World?#rubeus hagrid#Bless âim#I know it means bumblebee specifically#But I feel like having a last name of Bee would be more likely#âŚOr at least in Hagridâs brain
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Swelter
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A/N: This happened because the SAG Awards made me horny. I have no other explanation for my behavior, no other defence. Maybe that I was listening to ur dad by VIAL. Obviously also a huge thanks to @strang3lov3 for being the cutest love bug I know, and for putting up with my brainstorming sessions.
Summary: You have a crush on Sarahâs father. It is summer, it is hot, and you just want a cold drink.
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader/you (no y/n)
Tags: +18 smut, best friendâs dad, significant age gap (reader is 19-22, Joel is in his mid-40s), SEXUAL TENSION, bee stings, groping, voyeur to some degree, f masturbation, dirty talk, an endless amount of pet names, sexy play with a soda can, praise kink, car sex, daddy kink, fingering, unprotected piv sex, joelâs cock is huge in this, creampie, premature ejaculation, pussy eating, come eating, squirting
Word count: 6.8k
Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54233479
Swelter
A warm Texas breeze blows through the open window of Sarahâs childhood room, making the see-through pink curtains move elegantly from side to side. It hits your back right underneath your halter neck as you lay on Sarahâs bed, caressing your bare skin and making you think of him. You wonder if his hands would have the same effect on you because you find yourself shivering but not from feeling cold. He is somewhere here, and his daughter doesnât even know that her best friend obsesses about that fact.
Sarah hasnât changed her room since she was a teenager. She told you this the first time she brought you here, which is almost a year ago today. You were here last summer too, thrilled to be invited to spend a few weeks of your summer with a friend from college and you and her have been inseparable ever since, even if you are so different from each other.
You have your face in a womanâs magazine, propped up on your elbows so you can suck on a popsicle stick whilst turning the pages. Thereâs a page with the recipe for âThe Best Fudgy Chocolate Cake Ever!â next to a page on how to lose weight, and it makes you snort.
âWhat?â Sarah turns on her chair, pausing the video on her computer.
âWhat kinda woman are you? You can choose one, but only one. Donât get greedy now!â You make a scratchy voice but then pop your ice pop in your mouth to hold up the magazine for her to see.
âSeriously? We canât win,â she groans dramatically, âChocolate cake always. I just want to be happy, and that looks like a serotonin boost.â
Suddenly, the door opens without any warning. Itâs him. Mr. Miller. You quickly remove the popsicle from your mouth, not about to show him how your lips are stretched around the sugary snack. The open door causes a draft to blow the smell of his cologne your way, and it is intoxicating beyond your imagination because you relish in it in secret.
âDad,â Sarah says with exasperation, âI thought being an adult earned you the privilege of more privacy.â
âItâs gettinâ colder outside now,â he states and ignores her comment, hand resting on the doorknob, âThe Adlers need Mercy to be walked, and the pavementâs coolinâ down.â
âI walked him when I was fourteen,â she furrows her brow and you suppress a snicker, âIâm twenty.â
âJust âcause youâre grown, donât mean you canât do right by âem,â he states matter-of-factly.
âHi, Mr. Miller,â you say from your spot on the bed as Sarah fumes quietly, absentmindedly reaching to pull the short skirt of your dress down. He can probably see the start of your ass from how it has been riding up as you lay down on the sheets.
âHiya darlinâ,â he replies and you swear you can hear a restrained sound in his voice. He turns to Sarah again, âGet your butt off that chair.â
âFine,â she follows through on her orders but still wants to argue, probably embarrassed at being ordered around by her father in front of her friend. She gestures to you, âAnd what about my guest?â
âSheâs grown too, which means she can probably entertain herself the half hour youâll be gone,â he dares wink at you, and blood courses through your veins.
âIâll just get that assignment done while youâre out,â you reassure and try not to seem like your core is shaking.
âSee?â Joel looks triumphant.
âYouâd make a hell of a lawyer,â she deadpans at her father and walks past him.
When he closes the door and leaves you alone in the bedroom, you can feel your popsicle having melted, its syrupy water running down your fingers. You switch hands and suck the sticky fingers into your mouth. The action makes Mr. Millerâs image flash in your mind and you press your thighs together before getting up and finding your laptop.
You find that itâs near impossible to concentrate on proofreading your assignment in the tiny bedroom after just five minutes of being alone. Itâs not that you canât concentrate in the Summer heat but no matter what you do, your mind keeps circling back to Joelâs voice as he called you darling. It heats you more than the sun ever could, and with every tap on your keyboard, your mouth gets more and more dry.
Eventually, you push yourself to stand from your seat at the desk and make a decision to go fetch something to drink, and it is definitely not with the intention of accidentally bumping into Sarahâs father. Not even when you do not find Joel in the kitchen and decide to bypass it altogether to continue into the garage in hopes of being successful in your search for a drink (obviously).
This infatuation started last year. It took you about ten seconds - from walking into the kitchen and shaking Joelâs hand - to realize that Sarah was cursed with having him as a father. Firstly, he was outrageously handsome; always wearing washed-out t-shirts that clung to his shoulders, always smiling with teeth, sporting salt-and-pepper curls, and sometimes even shocking you by entering the kitchen with working gloves on. However, when he opened his mouth and spoke, a southern drawl dripped from his lips and made your whole body tense up. He was charming, respectful, and laughed at the right moments. Most importantly, he laughed at every damn attempt that you made at being funny, and while it was probably an attempt to be nice and make you feel at home, it spurred you on terribly to win him over at every opportunity.
Despite all that, those opportunities werenât many. He was also cool enough to know that his daughter didnât want him hanging around all the time, and so he spent many days either in the garden to mow the lawn in competition with the rest of the fathers down the street, in the garage to fix up some old truck, or with his brother, Tommy, and Tommyâs wife who always had some DIY-project going on.
Thus, the summer became one of tanning sessions in the garden, movies in Sarahâs room, stolen glances at Joel Miller whenever he came inside to quench his thirst after hard labor, and secret longing whenever he had kept away for too long.
One particular day last year, Sarah had failed to mention that her father would be home most of the last days you were in their house, and because he was always out, you were getting more and more comfortable with walking around in your towels post-showers or leaving the door unlocked when changing.
The particular event had happened in the morning when the house had been silent except for the kitchen where Sarah was preparing breakfast, using a large box of pancake mix and the whole fruit section of the local grocery store for topping. You had just showered, standing with your head in your suitcase to search for the last few pieces of clothing you had that were clean when there was a rap on the door and a pull of the handle not even a second later.
âSarah, I needââ
You whipped around at the sound of a new voice entering the room. Your heart nearly burst out of your chest, feeling as though it was fighting its way out between your ribs as embarrassment began to flood your system. Even so, you stood too frozen to reach for something to cover yourself up.
Joel was in the doorway and dead silent, looking as if struck by lightning. Like earlier today, his hand had been resting on the doorknob and in the painfully short moment that the both of you were processing the situation, you saw that his grip tightened enough to whiten his knuckles.
And then it happened, the thing that had soaked you in forbidden desire and delicious excitement; his gaze had flickered down your body and taken you in for the briefest of seconds. His gaze had traveled from the hard peaks of your nipples to the shape of your hips and the softness of your young cunt.
âFuck,â you heard him utter as he remembered himself and his self-awareness made you finally grab the top you were going to be wearing that day to cover up your quivering body. He slammed the door shut and spoke through it, âChrist, âm so sorry, sweetheart.â
âItâs okay, Mr. Miller,â you promised but he was already gone. You immediately locked the door afterward to come so hard with two fingers on your clit that you had to hold onto the chair by the desk.
God, you want him to look at you like that again, want to tell him it is all for him. Now, as wrong as you know it is, you find yourself searching for an excuse to get him to ogle you and the chances are higher if he actually spends time with you.
âHi, Mr. Miller,â you announce yourself as you enter the garage through the door in the kitchen. Joel has his head inside the hood of his truck, leaning over to inspect something that you wouldnât understand anything about anyway. He grips the front side of the engine room to push himself to stand, closes the top of the hood of his truck, and turns around to face you.
âHey kiddo,â he returns with a smile, âHow many times do I gotta say to ya that itâs just Joel?â
âAlright, Mr. Miller,â you tease, ââI mean, Just Joel.â
You hear him laugh softly but you donât dare look at him, afraid that youâll spontaneously combust. He goes to the utility sink to wash his hands, saying nothing more and making you feel insane for coming apart in the silence.
âIâm just getting something to drink,â you explain when it becomes too much, âSarahâs room is boiling hot.â
âThatâs fine, take what youâd like,â he replies, and thereâs a kind teasing in his voice. âBut donât touch the orange sodas. Those are mine.â
The concrete floor of the garage is cold on your bare feet as you pad across the floor where an old bottom-freezer refrigerator stands in the corner, humming in the otherwise quiet room. It has seen better days, and it seems like Sarah has tried to cheer up its weathered appearance by covering it in stickers and ugly magnets.
âNow I have to get one of those,â you giggle and pull the door open, scanning the contents and noticing that the sodas are on the bottom shelf. You hesitate for just a second, and then you choose to bend over instead of crouching down. Behind you, Joel Miller is completely silent.
In the beginning, it hadnât been your intention to let the crush fester in your brain and turn it into something more but last week, during dinner out on the terrace, you had accidentally sat down on a bee and gotten stung on the back of your thigh. The cry you had let out had nearly made Joel tip over the table to get to you, his chair falling backward as he got up from his seat.
âFuck! Ow ow ow!â You cried and hobbled around on the grass. The pain was unbearable but the shock only seemed to make it worse.
âSarah, please get some ice and some antihistamines. There should be a bottle on my nightstand,â Joel ordered quickly and she rushed inside. He walked toward you, grabbing at your shoulders to ground you but his touch only heightened all other sensations. He dug his thumbs into you and your head swam, âSweetheart, âtis just a bee, shh, calm down. I need to remove the stinger. Lemme see ya.â
âIt really fucking hurts, Mr. Miller,â you said with a whine as he guided you to one of the loungers that Sarah and you had dragged out from the shed earlier that week.
âI know,â he finally let go of you so you could think just a bit more clearly, âLemme take a look. Lie down on your front.â
You followed orders with the realization of how much you trusted his judgment, that he would treat you right, moving carefully because the flex of your thigh muscle was making the pain worse. The wooden lounger burned slightly against the front of your thighs, and you pressed your cheek into its slats while screwing your eyes shut.
The wood creaked behind you as he knelt on it with one knee and suddenly, his broad hand was perched on the top of your thigh in an attempt to keep your skin taut. You sucked in a breath but he only mistook it for more pain.
âItâs alright, sweetheart. I can see it,â his breath was slightly quicker but you didnât want to jump to conclusions, âHe really got ya right on your inner thigh. Hold on.â
Your eyes shot open when his thumb ran towards the innermost part of the back of your thigh, a sort of panicked arousal spiking from your chest and thighs. He paused for a second then murmured something, a swear word that you tried to take as frustration. There was a beat but then he cleared his throat, âCan you bend your leg a little? I wanna make sure that I get it on the first try.â
âHow?â You asked stupidly. The image of how he would be looming over your backside made your heartbeat go down between your legs, âMy dressâll ride up.â
âJust bend the knee a little, pull it towards your chest,â he explained and cleared his throat once more, âOn my life, I wonât look.â
So you did as he told you, and sure enough, your dress betrayed you by crawling slowly up to sit around your hip instead of the middle part of your thigh. You looked back at him when he started picking at the stinger with his nails, and you hoped that he would not notice your gawking at his concentrated expression.
A flash of the day he had barged in on you naked flashed in your mind because his eyes were so focused on not staring at you that you nearly whimpered when you saw his eyes flicker to the spot of dampness between your legs for no more than a second.
You had worn white cotton panties that day so they would not be seen through your dress. They were straining against your pussy in this position and all he had to do was reach out, and heâd find your clit poking against the fabric from how excited you were feeling.
He had had the perfect outline of your cunt, and itâs the same now as you bend over to get to the very bottom of the fridge, reaching for a cold drink that just happens to be his favorite. You know that he can see everything, and the worst is that you know he already has. Twice. The mere thought is so dirty that your heart starts pounding in your chest and sends heat through your already hot body, so you hurry to stretch to your full height again.
With a cocky grin that is mostly put on to hide your anxious excitement about what you have just done, you turn to face Joel and walk to stand in front of him and his car. His cologne fills your nostrils again, and the scent seems once again to have a direct line to your cunt because you have never felt more empty. In front of you, Joelâs jaw is clenched but other than that, he seems a lot more calm and composed than you.
That is until you jump onto the hood of the car and scoot back, letting your bare feet dangle out over the edge. You crack open the soda in your hand and take a sip that is a little longer than intended. The satisfying burn of the fizz grounds you in the warm climate, but it is even more heavenly as you tuck the skirt of your dress between your thighs so you can place the cold can there.
Joel shakes his head with a sigh but you know he is playing a game as much as you because he cannot help but crack a smile back at you, âYouâre trouble, I knew it the second Sarah brought ya into my house.â
âOh, whatever will I do?â You ask dramatically and lean back against the windshield.
âGo morally bankrupt?â He raises a brow. If only he knew what is going through your mind. You catch him looking at you in the fashion that you have craved when you sigh deeply and cause your chest to push out.
âOnly that?â You take another sip and some of the contents spill down your chin in a thick, sticky trail due to the angle youâre sitting in. You reach up to wipe it away with your index finger and then dare to suck your finger clean with the intention of mimicking the way that you had licked it clean earlier when it had been coated in melted popsicle.
âGive it here,â he says. You lock eyes with him. However, your eyes widen slightly when he nods at the can and takes it from between your thighs. Thereâs electricity shooting through your nerves the second his fingers touch the fabric of your dress but they intensify to a dizzying degree when he takes a sip of the soda too.
Like a reflex, the sight of him drinking from the can thatâs been nestled between your thighs makes your legs fall out to the sides. Youâre worse than an obedient dog in your horniness, reacting the same way to the way he moves as it would to the sound of a bell ringing.
Your dress rides up slowly along your thighs, revealing your sweaty skin that feels sticky by now and Joel clears his throat after briefly looking down. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, and when you realize the effect it has on the poor man, you grab the hem and pull upwards, âItâs so hot outside today. Donât think Iâll ever get used to the heat here in Texas.â
âCâmon, sweetheart,â he says and his face has got a pinker tint, pulse visible on the side of his neck. With his free hand, he grabs one of your knees and starts nudging your legs together again. He yanks your skirt down, âI know Iâm always teasinâ ya but you canât be doing this.â
âJesus Christ, Joel,â you say with exasperation and move your legs out again, âItâs just very hot⌠and itâs not like you havenât had a peek.â
âHey now,â he leans forward to place the can of soda on the roof of the truck, âThat ainât a fair accusation.â
âIâm not accusing you of anything,â you reply, chewing on your bottom lip, âBut youâre not denying it.â
âDonât tryna make me look like the pervert here,â he scolds, taking a step towards you and causing your stomach to do somersaults, âI noticed the way you went real quiet when my hands were on you.â
âWhat do you mean?â You furrow your brows in confusion, âYour hands were never on mââ
âDid that bee sting really hurt that much?â He clarifies. Oh, you think whilst he smirks with triumph. Something has switched in the air surrounding you, the atmosphere has become more daring, âYeah, I saw her; your pussy wet fâme.â
Itâs true. If you think about it too much, you can still feel your heartbeat in the places where he touched you, and the pulse is rapid and overwhelming. You canât imagine what it'll be like if he touches you underneath your dress, even if itâs simply on the outside of your panties. The thought has your underwear starting to dampen, the fabric starting to stick to you, and make you painfully aware of the wetness between your legs.
âDid ya touch yourself after?â His eyes have darkened slightly. His pupils are dilating with desire for your answer, and you nod hesitantly, overwhelmed by the need to tell him everything.
âDuring my shower that you told me to take,â you confess and hear him make a sound low in his throat at the mental image, âI couldnât stop myselfâ I wanted you so badly. The thought of you inside me...â
This is a crossroad, you realize, youâve said your deepest secret of depravity. On one hand, you can bolt out the door or you can make a move to show him what you really came down here for. The latter is risky but Joel is so goddamn decent that you know that if he doesnât want this - which you doubt is the case at this point - heâll gently reject you and never mention it again if it means that his daughter will continue having a best friend.
However, as your mind races with scenarios of what could or could not happen in this moment, Joel pulls you back into reality as his hand, cold from gripping the can, rests on your knee again but this time, it doesnât try to make you decent like before. Instead, it slides up under your skirt in such a slow motion that you find yourself holding your breath.
âIs this whatâll quiet down that mind of yours?â He asks in a low voice, eyes flickering from your face to down between your legs and back again, âIf I take a peek more to get it outta our system?â
âWhat are you doing?â You ask as if you do not know. Itâs your turn to be scandalized by bluntness, and you find yourself gripping his arm but not hard enough to signal that you do not want him to continue. You hope that he realizes that this is not you rejecting his advances.
âI ainât doing nothinâ that you havenât already silently begged me to do. Perhaps sometimes - and God help me, I will probably regret it - you just needa follow your instincts when a pretty girl like you has been sendinâ me heart eyes all week,â he almost sounds annoyed with you, and to stop yourself from being scolded, your hand loosens its grip on him until you remove it altogether. He smiles, âGood girl.â
âYou shouldnâtââ you feel a rush of blood to your head, adrenaline kicking in as your thoughts circle around the repercussions that this can bring. In all honesty, you had only walked in here to have Joelâs eyes on you but now, you are getting more than you bargained for and it is making you so turned on that your mind is clear and foggy at the same time. Boldly, you sit up on the carâs hood so you can reach for the buckle of Joelâs belt, âWe shouldnât be doing this.â
âYouâre damn right we shouldnât be doinâ this,â he agrees immediately but doesnât stop. His warm and rough palms skim further up your thighs until they settle by your hips, his thumbs teasing the elastic band of your panties. He starts to drag them down, the fabric nearly snapping in two when you barely register that you have to lift your ass to help him.
His fingers unintentionally caress your calves as he slides the underwear down to eventually pull them off your ankles and feet. The sensation makes your body wake up even more, a gush of wetness smearing your inner thighs and you know that you have to pull your dress up soon if you donât want it stained.
In front of you, Joel reads your mind. He shoves the hem of your dress up as far as he can without a word with desperation in his trembling hands, and you move to let him bunch it up around your waist so he has a full view of what waits - and for long has waited - for him.
When your cunt is revealed to him, he groans like he is in pain at the sight of the slick shining on your soft youthful skin. You can see how hard he is in his jeans, cock straining against the zipper at the front of them.
He looks like he wants to touch but hesitates. The first sign of his inner conflict. You remember that he did say just a peek as if thereâs an unspoken agreement that he is not to cross the line of touching what he shouldnât want to have. It would definitely be a nuclear decision if he chooses to do it anyway. It makes you want it even more, and another gush spills from your glistening slit when you clench from excitement.
Joel swears under his breath, something that sounds like fuck it and it sets it in stone; he is going to ruin you for eternity right here on his car. He steps closer until your spread knees bump into his sides, and without saying anything you move to yank his jeans and briefs down, settling them around his hips with a soft gasp as you take in the sight of his fully hard cock. He is huge. So huge that your mouth starts salivating like youâve already been fucked stupid and your walls try to clamp down on nothing. Itâll hurt. You want it to if it means that you wonât doubt if it ever happened tomorrow.
âTell me you want this too,â he seeks your reassurance.
âSo fucking badly, Mr. Millerâ Joel,â you say without any hint of second-guessing in your voice. You scoot further forward on the car and lean back so he has better access, trying your best to be elegant in your messy state, âPlease, want you in me.â
âJeez, honey,â his breath shakes, âAlready so eager. I havenât even felt if sheâs ready fâme.â
With one hand gripping your left thigh, he uses two fingers on his right hand to slide through your wet folds and you donât think you have ever been this turned on for anyone; when he flips his palm upwards and shoves two fingers inside of you, you feel more arousal drip from your cunt and pool in his hand. The longing you have felt since you saw him for the first time finds somewhere to empty all its desire and desperation into, and you whine like youâre in a state of agony.
âShhhâŚâ he soothes and curls his digits inside of you until you think you might start crying, squelching cunt trying to pull him further into you as he fingers you lazily. Your gaze drops to how his cock twitches whilst standing in the air, âYouâre grippinâ me so good, doll, canât wait to fuck this pussy. Donât cry like that. Be patient.â
âPlease, Iâm soââ your palms are flat on the hood of the car, your mouth hangs open in ecstasy and you stare down at where his ring- and middle finger disappears repeatedly into you, âItâs yours, please.â
âI know itâs mine, donât gotta say it, I know,â he coos at each of your whimpers, gets you worked up until you are just on the brink of coming, and then he moves quickly. He pulls his fingers out of you, smears his cock with what youâve soaked his whole palm with, and leans over your gasping frame to nudge at your quivering hole.
When he finally enters you, the both of you gasp in unison. He struggles with it for a moment, rubbing the skin just below your belly button to make you relax because he is so much bigger than you had first anticipated, and such a tight fit that you think he might split you in two.
âGoddamn, you are tight,â he says through gritted teeth, âFeels fuckinâ amazinâ.â
âAh,â you feel like letting yourself turn into a drooling mess already, pulsating around him from the way your body struggles to take him, âJoel, I canât.â
âYes, you can, honey,â he encourages, showing no signs of pulling out of you to free you from the burn of his girth. He growls low in his throat as you struggle with it, and you know itâs because your walls are clenching around him as you involuntarily move, âStay still, let her get used to it.â
âIt hurts,â you whine, sliding slightly on the metal underneath your ass. He presses his hips forward even further and causes you to whimper but in doing so, he holds you firmly in place by using his strong frame.
âI know but ya just gotta relax,â he goes on. He places one hand flat on the hood of the car and then places the other right on your hip, thumb going inwards to find your clit. It pulses under his finger, trying to find out whether to find the pain delicious or not.
When his thumb starts going in circles on you, your thigh muscles start to twitch and flex from burning desire instead of uncomfortable pain. He presses down a little to stroke your sensitive nub with even more determination and smiles at his success when a moan slips from your mouth, âThatâs it, honey. Just enjoy this until youâre creaminâ on me, and then I can fuck her real good.â
Your walls start to flutter a few seconds after the first new round of pleasurable sounds leave you, and the more his finger moves on you, the easier it gets to take him because the pain turns into nothing more than a dull ache in the background of ecstasy. He has you breathing faster and faster, and in return, he starts moving his thumb up and down to make his touches more direct.
God, your clit is hardening underneath his torment. He stares at what he is doing, an occasional grunt leaving him from how you involuntarily squeeze his length, and you know that he can sense it, suddenly smirking to himself as you near your climax. He admires the sight of you, eyes glued to the way the hood of your clit has drawn back, âBabydoll, look at that. Such a pretty pussy, clit peekinâ out and all. Does she wanna come on my cock?â
âPlease, yes, oh please,â you nod repeatedly, mouth hanging open in an o-shape and breaths coming out in small puffs. Your climax is within reach, and Joel looks concentrated as he more than willingly hands it over to you whilst buried deep inside of you. The concentration on his face is probably from keeping himself from spilling inside of you too soon, but God, he looks gorgeous as he determinedly strokes your cunt.
âYes, yes, yesyesyesâ oh God, Iâm⌠fuck, Iâm coming!â You shake with pleasure as he causes your pussy to spasm, your hands barely able to find out what to do and making you grab at both the metal underneath you with one hand and his wrist with the other. Your eyes are squeezed shut but you do not doubt that he is staring at you in awe as you come so hard that reality fades.
âGood girl,â he rasps, voice unsteady and hand hitting the hood of the car as the feeling becomes overwhelming, âOh sweetheart, youâre choking my dick so gââ
He swears quietly and then loudly, and suddenly, his cool demeanor crumbles because he is spilling his load inside of you with a pathetic and strained grunt. His hips stutter slightly and warmth spreads slowly inside of you, mixing with your own arousal.
You look down to where the two of you are connected, feeling fucked out despite not even having had the chance to feel him move inside of you. His come has started to spill from you already, dripping obscenely from your cunt.
âFuck,â you hear Joel say above you. He slips out of you and leaves you gaping and mewling for a second, starting to take a step back. You catch him with your legs before he is too far away, and he reluctantly steps close to you again. He looks embarrassed but gives you a smile to hide it, âFelt too good, honey. This pussyâs makinâ me all sweet on you.â
âIâm that irresistible?â You grin in your post-orgasmic haze, not really giving a crap about the lack of a proper fuck from how much dopamine is coursing through your veins.
Joel takes hold of your thighs as they are wrapped around your body and lifts them off of himself, âYouâre makinâ an old bastard like me weak in the knees, so maybe. Hah! Cominâ too soon like a goddamn teenager.â
âI liked it,â you admit without hesitation, still basking in the sweet afterglow, âMade me feel sexy and powerful.â
He scoffs but canât fight the smile on his face, âNow now, donât get cocky on me. Crawl back a little, spread ya legs fâme.â
You giggle and do as you are told, presenting yourself to him on the hood of his car. You plant your bare feet on the metal, lay back against the windshield, and smile.
âNow look at that,â he tuts as he admires his work; white ropes of come dripping down from your slit and onto the surface beneath you. He lays both hands flat on the car and leans forward, and before you know it, his mouth is covering your whole cunt and he eats from you like heâs paid to do it.
âJesus,â you groan, throwing your head back and grabbing onto the roof of the car with one hand whilst the other finds Joelâs hair. You tug and he moans against you, sending vibrations through your whole lower body and beginning the first stirrings of another high. You donât think that you can take it, squirming just like you had done moments earlier.
Joel makes a sound of disapproval. He scoops his arms under your thighs until he can lay his hands on top of them, holding you tightly against his mouth and causing you to cry towards the ceiling when he makes your second orgasm approach so quickly that nothing in your brain makes sense except what he is doing between your legs.
The hand on the roof of his car goes to his head too. You slide your fingers on both hands through his hair until they lay at the back of his neck, and then you yank once more at the curls there. His tongue works at your clit, swiping back and forth over it until you think that you might see God.
However, it doesnât stay there. Instead, it is replaced by his nose so that he can eat his own spill straight from you by dipping his tongue hungrily inside of you.
âJoelâ holy fuck, youâre incredible,â you close your eyes to concentrate on your pleasure. Who knew that the man could fuck with his tongue? He is warm and wet inside of you, slurping pornographically until you are clean of any remains of his come.
You are just about to finish a second time when he halts whatever he is doing. He pulls back only a few inches so you can still feel his uneven breaths against your cunt.
âNo! Please,â your eyes fly open, you cry desperately, and throw your head forward dramatically. You want to thrash but he still has your legs locked in his arms, so you decide to pull out the big guns and hope for the best, âPlease, Daddy! Pleasepleasepleaââ
âWhat the fuck did you just say tâme?â He looks up at you but you are too busy screwing your eyes shut in agony whilst whining for more. He growls and releases one of your legs, âI was already gonna make you a happy young lady but now, Iâm gonna make you come so hard your little brain goes dumb. See how it feels. Impatient girl.â
His hand goes between your legs. He turns his palm upwards and then shoves two thick fingers inside of your pussy like earlier, curling them slightly and then pumping them so quickly that blood starts speeding through your system a second after and your heart rate goes so fast that you know that you are just about to come.
âJoel, oh myâ fuck!â You whimper.
âWrong word,â he replies.
You correct yourself immediately because thereâs no way he is stopping again to chastise you once more, âDaddy, oh Iâ mhmm, Iâm gonna come for you. Donât stop, please, please Daddy, pleasepleasepleaâ!â
He responds just how you had liked: He closes his mouth around your swollen clit and sucks hard, finally severing all connection to your brain and you come so hard that you actually squeal. Joel groans against you, feeling you squeeze the digits he has buried deep inside you. He draws back his fingers, pressing upwards the whole way.
Clear liquid squirts from you the second he pulls them out. The gushes that follow are so intense that the leg he isnât holding anymore shakes so violently that the metal rattles under you, the car staining with your come. He repeats the move again and again, over and over, and watches the steady trickle down the hood and onto the concrete floor that turns a dark gray.
Euphoria courses through your being as you come in a way that you have never felt before. Your limbs tingle as warmth spreads out from beneath your belly button, your cunt pulses with eager pleasure, and you sob through the waves that crash over you without giving you time to recover from the last. The whole room feels brighter and its colors more vibrant.
âShh, baby, let it happen, feels so good, donât it? Thatâs it,â Joel coos at you the whole way through, guides you through it when you barely know how to use your words. He has straightened to his full height again but you donât know when, and he has slowed his fingers down to tease out a few aftershocks. You whimper feebly at each one, and when Joel seems satisfied with what he has drawn out of you, he covers your whole mound with his palm to soothe the feeling of overstimulation that settles.
âSoundproof,â he mutters, once again reading your mind when you come to your senses again and start thinking about your noise levels with furrowed brows and eyes flitting from him to the garage door. Your heartbeat has started to slow again, and the relief of knowing no one has been able to hear you makes you slump against the windshield and breathe deeply.
The remnants of your orgasm have made you smile, your body slipping into a deep state of satisfaction when the anxieties have been dispelled. Joel moves his hand up your lower body until it settles between your breasts, still covered by your dress. He caresses your heaving chest, looking at you boyishly for the first time, âYou good? Didnât cause any brain damage, did I?â
âYou think this truck has ever seen action like that before?â You joke breathlessly.
âProbably ainât the first time I disappointed a gorgeous lady in its presence,â he says with an apologetic smile, âSorry âbout that.â
âDisappointed? Youâre insane,â you stretch your arms above your head to get some of the last bits of euphoria out of your body, trying to ignore the way he has just called you a gorgeous lady. He probably means nothing by it. As your stretch peaks, you moan gently, âI came two times. Hard. Iâm not complaining.â
âJust saying that I woulda liked to do it⌠properly, I guess,â he talks as he stuffs himself back into his underwear and pants, most likely trying to feel the least uncomfortable about mentioning his overexcitement. Automatically, he steps back when you jump off the car to adjust your dress.
âThis doesnât have to be a one-time thing,â you try to act casual as you say it but thereâs no way you are accepting the best sex of your life to be a thing you will never have again, reducing it to a movie merely playing behind your eyelids as a cruel reminder of what is unattainable.
âAnd when would we have time for that?â He asks, zipping up his jeans. He wipes his hands on them, âWe canât, honey.â
âWe just did,â you mumble, picking up your underwear from the floor. You turn the panties in your hands, just about to bend down to put them on before deciding against it. Boldly, you stand in front of him and stuff your sticky underwear into his front pocket; closest to his crotch. There are extra pairs in your bag in Sarahâs room. He can have these.
He looks down briefly and then finds your eyes. His jaw clenches as he weighs his words, âWhen?â
âArenât you driving me to the airport on Sunday?â You smile and kiss his cheek, and then you leave him, your soda in hand and a mess on the floor.
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Thatâs that me, Espresso | rockstar!eddie
@mmunson86 requested: I canât stop thinking about rockstar!Eddie x pop!Princess! reader! & its all thanks to miss SC & Espresso! Imagine they are at one of her concerts right right & she has Eddie sit in the middle of the stage! she is about to debut this song its the last song for the night and she dances on him , for him , around him & Eddie is loosing his mind so right after the concert he wastes no time and takes her into the dressing room & the rest well you know the rest đââď¸đ
Cw: modern au, Rockstar!Eddie x Pop!princes wife reader. Age gap, Eddie is a filthy simp for his girl, soft!Dom Eddie (sir), oral (f receiving), p in v (unprotected), small bit of anal fingering. Talks of pregnancy.
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We are back baby!!! From the Wildflower universe, if you want more of the lore on these two.
âYou ready, Angel?â Your husband smiles at you.
Husband, it still has a nice ring to it. Youâve been married just under a year. Giving birth to your little one put the wedding on the back burner, but you started the wedding planning once Lila Rose was 7 months old.
âYeah, I think so,â you smile. Youâre already in your hair and makeup, just waiting for your turn to get on stage.
The rowdy crowd of music festival goers grow impatient as the crew tirelessly works to remove the previous acts' set design.
âYou think theyâre going to like the new song?â You fiddle with the bedazzled mic in your hands.
âYou kidding me? Theyâre going to love it!â
Eddie always encouraged your work, even if it wasnât his thing. He loved every song because it was yours.
âAll performers take their mark,â you hear the stage director in your ear.
You give Eddie one quick kiss and make your way to the stage.
The set went perfectly, but the riding anticipation of the new single was still in the back of your mind.
âOkay, Coachella! Iâm going to need you to help me out with something.â You smile. âThis is my last song of the night, and itâs brand new, so Iâm a bit nervous.â You pace the stage.
âNow I have a special someone backstage with me, and I know he wonât come out unless we pressure him, so Iâm going to need your help, okay?â you walk over to side stage and look him in the eye
You knew he would kill you, but you needed him for the extra moral support, and you kinda had a plan up your sleeve.
âCome on out, Eddie, baby,â you smile, and the crow starts to chant Eddieâs name.
Feeling embarrassed and a bit proud of you for getting what you wanted. Eddie stocks onto the stage, giving a small wave, not wanting this to be about him.
âSit,â you speak into the mic and point to the fold-out chair in centre stage.
Eddie sits, and before he can protest anymore, he hears the first few beats of the music.
âNice,â you sing in your breathy tone your husband canât get enough of.
Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh Is it that sweet? I guess so Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso Move it up, down, left, right, oh Switch it up like Nintendo
Eddie really loved that last lyric. He thought it was very clever of you because he knew it was about him and how he eats you out.
Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso.
You and your dancers moved to the beat without missing a step.
I can't relate to desperation My 'give a fucks' are on vacation And I got this one boy
You turn to your husband and wink.
And he won't stop calling
You take a few short steps around to the back of the chair.
When they act this way
You lean in from behind and run your free hand down his shoulder to his chest and back up.
I know I got 'em
You swear you hear him moan.
I'm working late 'cause I'm a singer
You twirl your hair around your finger, then summon Eddie to come closer.
Oh, he looks so cute wrapped around my finger
He gets up and follows you like a puppy as you strut across the stage. My twisted humor, make him laugh so often My honey bee, come and get this pollen.
You flick up the edge of your mini skirt, and Eddie can see the lacy underwear beneath your stockings.
He needs this song to be over so he can finally have you. You've been rehearsing for this moment for months now. Stressing over it and with the baby, you and him have had hardly any time to have sex like you used to.
He's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh Is it that sweet? I guess so Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso Move it up, down, left, right, oh Switch it up like Nintendo Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso
Eddie is back in his seat by the second bridge, and your dancing is driving him absolutely crazy. You know what you are doing. He can see it in your eyes; your mischievous gaze tells him you had this all planned out. You probably faked being nervous just to get him out here so you could seduce him.
Eddie was losing the battle of not getting hard in front of the thousands of fans watching. He couldn't help it; his bombshell of a wife was so irresistible.
Is it that sweet? I guess so That's that me, espresso
Eddie listened as you thanked the crowd. He took your hand and yanked you off stage once he thought it had been enough time for your final bow, letting you soak in this moment before he whisked you away.
âEddie!â You squeal while trying to keep up with him in your platform go-go boots.
âGotta have, you know,â he growls in your ear so only you can hear.
âReally baby? I worked you up that much?â You swoon.
After all this time, Eddie still makes your heart flutter. You never thought soulmates existed, but when you met Eddie, all that changed- especially after having his baby. The way he was with your newborn had you wanting to jump his bones before the doctor okayed you for sex again.
The trailer was close but not close enough in Eddieâs eyes. A thin sheen of sweat was starting to form on Eddieâs brow, and he couldnât tell if it was from the hot Californian sun or the fact that his cock was about to bust through his jeans, and he was trying not to have anyone notice.
âGet out,â Eddie commands as the trailer door swings back. Eddie opens it so hard.
Your team looks startled as you and Eddie enter the small space.
You give them an apologetic look and they place down their stuff and leave you both alone.
âYou were perfect up there.â he pulls you in for a kiss. âSo fucking proud of you.â He kisses down your neck.
âMmmm, thank you, babyâ
âYouâre a goddamn succubus, you know that, Angel?â Eddie shuts the door behind them and locks it before drawing the blinds.
âIs that right? Mr. Munson.â
âOh, it is, Mrs. Munson.â Eddie pulls you in by the waist for a heated kiss. Still, after all this time, you both were so greedy for one another. Nothing can ever break the bond between the both of you⌠not again.
âGod, Angel, you were a goddamn tease on that stage; you got me looking like a simp.â
You pull back, curious as to where he had heard that term.
âSimp?â
âVR tells me things.â Violet Rose, Eddie's oldest, whom youâve adopted, is now twenty two.
âOkay, old man,â you giggle, and he walks you back to the sofa in the trailerâs back corner.
âEnough talking, more kissing.â
Your tailored dress, made just for you, was not easy to strip. Eddie was having a hell of a time trying to get out of it, only to groan when he saw your pantyhose as another barrier.
âWhy do they make these things so tight.â He grumbles as you giggle at him.
âYou werenât complaining about it ten minutes ago,â you snide.
âDonât make me put you over my knee.â He smirks.
âNo, Sir,â you put your lip.
Finally, once you are out of your garments, Eddie kneels right between your legs.
âBaby, youâre going to hurt your knees,â You push his long hair back. âWhy donât we go -OH - to the couchâ Not listening, his lips are already on your throbbing cunt.
The plus from your clit was relieved as Eddieâs tongue grazes it before quickly lapping and flicking at it.
âOh fuck!â Your legs buckle, and your grip on Eddieâs hair tightens. He growls at the pain in his scalp, but he loves it all the same.
You feel his tongue go down, then to the left, then the right and finally circles your clit.
âMmmmm, tastes so good, Angelâ
âPlease donât stop!â
You feel Eddie's skilled tongue glide through your slick folds before you feel his hands nudge your legs, signalling to open them wider.
Eddieâs thick long fingers pump up into your warm wet cunt until youâre losing the battle to say upright. Your body is hunched over as Eddie sends waves of pleasure through you.
âMmmm, thatâs it, thatâs my good girl. Cum for me.â The pads of his fingers graze you g spot each time. He doesnât stop until he knows you are satisfied.
âThat was a big one, baby; singing for me, go, you all worked up, didnât it?â He stands and leads you to the couch until youâre lying down, legs spread nice and wide for him.
âMmmhmmm,â you hum as you watch Eddie finally strip.
His body never looked better; he wants to be the healthiest to watch your baby grow up and maybe put another one in you soon.
âYou ready for me, sweetheart?â
âYes, sir, more than ready.â And it was true; itâs been a few weeks since youâve had time to have sex, and it was long overdue.
All the pent-up sexual tension between the both of you is finally being released when Eddie's hard cock slides into yours effortlessly.
âFuck I missed my pussy, baby girl.â His head tilts back, and you take the opportunity to suck on his neck, just as you know he likes it.
âSo fucking beautifulâ his cock pumped in and quickly backed out.
The tip of his dick ring never failed to make you see stars. Already youâre a moaning mess for him, cock drunk, and itâs not even been a minute yet.
âThere she is, thereâs my good girlâ Eddie palms your tit as he continues to thrust deep inside of you. He watches your eyes roll to the back of your head, blissed out by how he makes you feel.
âMoreâ you moan.
âMore what?â
âSir, please, I need you. Baby, I love you. I love you, please, I need it.â You babble.
Eddie's heart swells. He loves you so much he would give you the moon and stars if he could. Hearing you love him, especially when the two of you are like this, really makes him kick into high gear.
He will never take for granted those three words when you say them to him; your past is too painful not to.
âTell me what you need, baby girl.â
âFill me.â You pull him down into a kiss. Your tongue explores his mouth.
His hand that was planted on your waist is now travelling lower to your ass.
âThis what you wanted, baby? All of your holes filled?â His finger teases your puckered hole.
âYes!â You gasp.
âI think that can be arranged. Suckâ he points his finger at your face, and you take as much of it in your mouth. You suck on it until itâs dripping with your saliva.
âSuch a dirty girl, letting me fuck you and play with your ass hole.â His finger slowly glides in, and he pumps it to match the rhythm of his thrusts. âIsnât that right?â
âYes, sir!â
âGod, I love you.â Eddie canât help but to fuck you frivolously. The sound of wet skin slapping together filled the thin walls of the trailer.
âPlease, please, please.â You were so close you could feel the pit building.
The pressure of his piercing brushing your g spot with every heavy thrust, each shape snap of his hips making him slide deep inside-mixed with the pressure of his finger pressed deep inside of you was bringing you to the edge of bliss.
âYou going to come when I tell you to, Angel?â
âI canât-canât hold it!â
âYes, you can,â he growls.
âF-fuck,â you curse him. You canât hold it for much longer.
âMmm, thatâs right, babygirl. Youâre going to listen to what I tell you.â
Your pussy naturally grips Eddie's cock so tight he almost loses it.
âPlease, Sir. I want to cum. Please!â
The look in your eyes has Eddie reeling. The way you beg and submit to him, his perfect girl. His perfect wife, the perfect mother to his children.
âCumâ he growls, and you let out a cry of relief.
With your arms wrapped around the back of Eddie's neck, you pull him down into you on instinct. His body weight pressed into you, and your cunt grips his cock so deliciously Eddie is coming with you.
âShit, baby girl, I think you nearly killed me that time,â Eddie chuckles as his legs give out and his total weight collapses on top of you.
You giggle dumbly as Eddie plants kisses all over your face.
You look up; his face is red and sweaty, but heâs never looked more beautiful.
âThat was long overdue.â You sigh with relief.
âYouâre telling me,â he chuckles with you.â âLetâs get you cleaned up, mama.â
âYou trying to knock me up, Munson?â Deep down, youâd love to have another baby.
âWhat if I was?â He looks back over his shoulder, catching you checking out his juicy ass.
âThen Iâd say we should keep practicing.â
âWait for real?â
âYouâre no,t getting any younger, â you giggle.
âOh, you little minx, youâre in for it.â He runs back towards you, lifts you off the couch, and plops you in his lap.
âIâm sorry!â You laugh as Eddie tickles your sides.
âYou really want to start trying?â He asks genuinely.
âYeah,â you nod.
âGuess itâs time for round two, gotta make sure it really sticks.â
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Two Bumblebees
Seen some people being a bit vexed that Bumblebee was in the Transformers One movie- because that made him old. And as a trope Bumblebee's often been described as being one of the youngest autobots- Even one of the youngest cybertronians to be forged before the fall of the planet. That might be fanon though i'm not sure.
I don't have a problem with it. I love Bee no matter the continuity. But it got me thinking.
To this I propose a solution: B-127 dies. The start of the war goes on and eventually Primus is like "Oh frag they need the yellow one" and pop him back out before he clocks out. And bam. Another B-127, fresh and young. Same spark.
It would be a pretty angsty Au. Because Bee freaking dies obviously. And Prime (and Elita and Megatron too tbh) has to deal with that.
Maybe it's what makes the war take a turn for the worst, who knows. Then millenia pass and they all see that fresh yellow bot with the SAME NAME appear and they have FEELINGS about it. (or maybe he's named after Bee or something, he becomes Prime's scout too)
Thought we know it's the same spark in both bots. They don't know that. Bee doesn't know that. Only Primus knows and he heckin ded brosquies.
Megatron rips out the voice box of this new young Bee because it reminds him of the last one. Optimus is even more of a dad to young Bee. Elita is still her very angry self and teaches bee how to fight in heels (probably) All the autobots and Decepticons feel like they're seeing a ghost and even tho they think they're not the same bot it's unfair old Bee's lookalike is the one that survived.
sssO many possibilities.
What we thinking? I kinda wanna maybe write that. BUT- I'm already writting DeceptiBee Au... Or I can bring this idea in the DeceptiBee Au... *holds gun to B-127 head*
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Summer Secrets
Regina George x Reader
Word Count: 13.2k
Notes: minor homophobia, some angst, cursing, fluff, soft Regina (only for reader), cheating (technicality), takes a lot from the movie but timeline may be different.
Summary: When tasked with showing Cady Heron around school, you two quickly become friends. When Cady comes in contact with Regina George you feel obligated to help her out. Things get complicated from there because you have a soft spot for the mean girl.
An: Full disclosure have never written this much for a single post, but I'm excited to share it with you guys. I hope you like it likes, replies, and reblogs are always appreciated đ
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For some people high school felt like the end-all-be-all of life. It made sense to some extent. Spending your formative years locked in a building with other hormonal youths forced to participate in some social hierarchical bullshit that only benefited the one percent, sounds like a nightmare. If you were lucky enough to do well, youâd get to spend some time as one of the top one percent. However, any wrong turn and youâd be remembered for whatever mistake you made for the rest of your school career.
It sounds over dramatic (cause it is), but itâs true. Itâs your junior year in high school and people are still calling Janis Ian a pyro lez. On the other side of things, Regina George still enamored people. Many people fade in and out of popularity but not Regina. She held her crown in an iron clad grasp and would die before she let it slip.
You didn't really understand how Regina became popular. As far as you were concerned popular meant well-liked, but it didn't seem like anyone genuinely liked Regina other than Gretchen and Karen. Regina was cruel, but she was pretty and had money which in some convoluted way made her the queen bee.
You didn't play into the social dynamics of North Shore. You weren't some outcast or loner who was proud of being different, you weren't a nerd who got bullied by jocks, and you were not some popularity-obsessed junkie. You were just a person.
Someone who went to classes, ate lunch, then went to more classes, and subsequently left the school premises. So, while the school might have been a magnet for chaos, you felt like your experience was pretty normal.
Unfortunately, the normal way you went through school was about to drastically change.
For some unknown reason you had been selected to give a new student a tour of the school.
âAlright Katy this is Y/n, sheâs going to be showing you around today. You got the same classes and lockers close enough together so, be friends or something and have a nice day,â principal Duvall was quick to usher you two out of his office.
âMy nameâs Cady by the way not Katy,â she broke the silence as she followed you down the hallway.
You stopped in front of her locker, âWelcome to North Shore Cady, try not to get sucked in to all the chaos.â
The girl gulps as she places her belonging in the locker, âChaos?â
You take in her appearance, and she shifts under your gaze, âNorth Shore is kind of like that scene from High School Musical where theyâre dancing in the cafeteria singing about the status quo. You seem like a sweet girl Cady, and the last thing you need to do is find yourself with a label on your forehead.â
Cady hears what you say, but sheâs stuck on the fact that you called her a sweet girl, âIâve been home schooled my entire life and now I feel like Iâm being tossed to the wolves.â
You laugh, âIâd say thatâs a pretty accurate analogy. As your guide, I can try to keep you out of the drama, but you are a new student, so youâll get some kind of attention.â
You take Cady to homeroom and have her sit by you before class starts. You make a little small talk with her, until youâre interrupted.
âY/n, whoâs the new girl?â Janis plops directly behind you.
âCady, this is Janis.â
Before Cady could speak to the goth girl, Damian interjects, âIs that your natural hair color? Itâs gorgeous.â
Again, before the girl can speak for herself, the boy takes some of her hair in his hand, âSee, this the color I want.â
Janis swats his hand out of Cadyâs hair, âSorry about that, Damian is too gay to function sometimes. Heâs not the best with boundaries.â
The conversation doesnât go any further as Ms. Norbury walks in. Ms. Norburyâs attempt at introducing Cady goes comically bad, but itâs not something that she harps on for long before starting class.
The rest of the classes seem to go by quickly and soon itâs time for lunch. You can see Cadyâs head spinning as she looks at all the cliques.
âWho do you usually sit with?â
You shrug, âI usually donât eat in here, itâs super stuffy. But if I do itâs usually either with the stoners or the art kids.
You stand quietly in line before Cady speaks up again, âWhatâs your label?â
âI donât have one. Iâm not some outcast or jock or anything like that. Iâm an actual human being and labels are overrated.â
She nods slowly smiling, âThatâs pretty cool.â
One you both gather lunch you go and sit at the edge of the stoner table. You give some greetings before turning your full attention to Cady.
âOk, don't freak out but I won't be here tomorrow. So, youâre going to be on your own,â you break the news to the ginger.
She falters a bit, âOh okay.â
You see her eyes land on Janis and Damian.
âBe careful with those two.â
Her eyebrows furrow, âWhy they seem cool?â
You elaborate, âThey are cool, but they have labels and roles to fit in to. Theyâve got an affinity for ditching class and making up schemes. So donât get sucked in to that stuff alright?â
Cady nods and then you see her eyes sparkle, âWho is that?â
You follow her line of sight and find yourself in a brief staring contest with the schoolâs queen bee. Your eyes dance over her features and time seems to slow down for a moment, until she finally looks away from you.
âThatâs Regina George.â
âShe seems important,â Cady says, noting how everyone around seems preoccupied with her.
You counter, âShe carries herself that way, so no one really questions it. Regina is the most popular girl in school. The two with her are Gretchen and Karen. Some people call them The Plastics.â
âGot it, so I should steer clear?â
You shrug, âSheâs a massive deal and some people would grovel for even a minute with her. Sheâs got a lot of influence around here. So, I would just say be careful of interacting with her. Sheâs as mean as she is pretty.â
âI donât get it.â
You sigh, âItâs nuanced. You shouldn't be seeking out interactions with her but trust me you don't want to turn her away or brush her off if she approaches you. She can ruin the rest of your time here, so careful of her.â
One last time you look in Reginaâs direction to see her laughing at some poor kid.
Cady sees this but decides against questioning it. The rest of the day goes by quickly and by the end of the day, you might just consider Cady your friend. You exchange numbers and tell her to make good choices in your absence.
It was some time the following night that you got a text from Cady.
Cady: I think I messed up today.
Y/n: What happened?
Cady: I got invited to sit with the Plastics.
The text conversation ends there as you canât help but call the girl. She picks up immediately and starts rambling about her day. You silently listen from the other end of the line, almost in disbelief that all of that could happen in one day.
âSo, you got encouraged to sit with Regina and her friends by Janis and Damian, who also made you skip class,â you try to follow.
âYes.â
You continue, âAnd you have a crush on Aaron, from Calc?â
Cady blushes on the other line, âI donât know? I just think heâs cute.â
You run a hand over your face, âJesus Christ Cady, Iâm gone for one day and this is what you get in to, Aaron is Reginaâs ex."
She scrambles over the phone, âI donât know it just happened. What do I do Y/n?â
âTomorrowâs Wednesday, so the best advice I can give to you is wear something pink,â you joke over the line.
âDamian is letting me borrow his shirt.â
You couldnât contain your laughter.
âItâs not funny, Y/n,â she whines.
âTell him to keep the shirt. You can borrow something from me instead.â
Cady is grateful but she has a curious tone as she asks, âYou donât seem like the pink wearing type.â
You speak coyly, âWhat have I been saying about labels Cady? You canât put me in a box. Fun fact pink is one of my favorite colors.â
Cadyâs next words are hesitant, âMaybe if you wear something pink too, theyâll let you sit too.â
âCady, I have no desire to sit with Regina and her friends, but I donât want to throw you to the wolves without at least trying to save you. So, for you, Iâll wear the pink, but that doesnât necessarily mean theyâll let me sit.â
âThank you, thank you, thank you,â Cady praises you over the phone.
You chuckle, âAnything else?â
âNothing that I can think of. Youâre the best Y/n, Iâll see you tomorrow. Goodnight.â
You smile, âGoodnight, Cady."
When the conversation ends you get out of your bed and head for your closet. For the most part it was filled with t-shirts, jeans, sweaters, and the occasional formal attire. You have to go deep into the back of it to actually find what youâre looking for.
Youâre hesitant to pull it off the hanger. Itâs a simple pink bomber jacket. Itâs cute and the material is soft. Cady could wear it. The one thing that gives you great pause about letting her borrow it, is that the jacket had been gifted to you by Regina George.
You had grown up in North Shore, so you were always aware of Regina George. Youâd gone through school together, even sharing some classes together. All this to say you knew the girlâs character. She had always been mean.
It was 2 years ago when your parents decided that a family vacation during the summer would be good for everyone in the house. You weren't complaining, it was good to get out of the city.
Your parents had gone all out and rented out a beach front property for the 3 months you had away from school. It was a gorgeous property, and you often found yourself enjoying the scenery.
The last thing you expected to see was Regina George. Yet coincidentally the home your folks rented was right next to a property owned by Reginaâs family.
You didnât have any need to acquaint yourself with her. So, for a few weeks into the vacation, you didnât approach her. That didnât stop you from looking at her. You always knew she was gorgeous, but it was a shame her personality didnât match.
Eventually your staring caught her attention.
âY/n, right?â
You frown as the sun you were using to read is blocked. You look up to see Regina standing in front of you. Her blue eyes pierce yours curiously.
âYep, how can I help you?â
âWhy so formal?â
You finally meet her eyes, âWell you are the most popular girl in our grade.â
Reginaâs eyes divert from yours, âWe arenât in school right now.â
You nod, âYouâre right. So, I can just tell you to fuck off.â
She sets up her things next to yours, âYou could, but who says I will listen.â
You laugh a bit, âWhat do you want, Regina?â
She sighs, âIs it a crime to want some company?â
âItâs not,â you answer, before returning to your book.
âI havenât seen you here before. I come every summer,â Regina tries for small talk.
You sit the book down and give the girl your full attention.
âMy parents saved up to rent out a beach front property this summer. They said itâs good for family bonding,â you say.
âIâve only really seen you,â Regina comments.
You shrug, âMy parents are enthralled with each other. Theyâre rediscovering how much they love each other. Where are your parents?â
You see her shift under your gaze, âMy dad is on some business trip or something and my mom is out somewhere with my little sister.â
That first interaction spurred on by Regina started something of a summer friendship. You had no expectations of keeping it when the summer ended. So, when she came to you nervous one of those summer nights saying that it was better not to interact at school, you werenât surprised.
You told her you expected this from her and that it was fine, but that maybe you could continue this friendship next summer. That night she hugged you for what seemed like forever as an apology.
When school started back it was like you were strangers. You were surprised to receive some texts from her here and there. Youâd always answer, and youâd be lying if you werenât looking forward to summer.
When the next summer rolled around, as soon as your feet hit the sand you were nearly knocked to the ground. The queen bee locked her hands behind your neck and her legs wrapped around your waist.
âYou miss me or something, Gina?â
âYou have no idea, how much Iâve been looking forward to it.â
She pulls away to look at you but doesnât unhook her legs from your face. The two of you stare at each other for a moment before you clear your throat. She drops down smiling innocently as a blush spread across your face.
âYou look good,â Regina comments.
Your hand scratches the back of your neck, âPuberty or whatever, I guess.â
Her hand finds yours, âSo whatâre we doing first?â
Last summer was different than the first. It didnât feel like you were further expanding the friendship, it felt like you were building something different with Regina.
Those suspicions were confirmed when her lips met yours one night when you both were watching the waves.
âYou arenât supposed to kiss me, Gina,â you whisper against her lips.
âWhy not?â
You open your eyes to look into hers, âBecause when we go back to North Shore, Iâm going to miss this.â
She pulls away, âIâm sorry, I just-â
You chase her until her back is flat on the sand. You hover over her lips, before pecking them, âBe mine for this summer Gina.â
You can see the sadness in her eyes as she speaks, âIâm going to break your heart, Y/n.â
Your hand cups her face, âI know, but thatâs not your problem.â
Regina shakes her head, âI care about you, Y/n. I donât want-"
âJust let me down gently baby,â you plead with her.
She sees the desperation in your eyes as they search hers. Regina didnât want to hurt you, she needed you to stay away from her. For once in her life, she was thinking about the consequences of her actions. However, pushing you away was not an option.
She captured your lips again. You deserved more, but you were begging for her. All she could do was keep her promise and let you down gently.
You thought you had prepared yourself for the summer to end. That was far from the truth because when you woke up the day before you left, Regina was already gone.
You thought she left without saying goodbye. You were wrong. When you went to the patio of your summer home, you found her goodbye. She left you her jacket, a letter, and a seashell necklace.
The letter itself had a few tear stains on it that made it hard to read. You didnât think Regina was the type to put pen to paper, but you were used to being surprised by her.
Iâve tried writing this a bunch, but I keep fucking it up. I shouldâve started with Dear Y/n or something, but that just didnât sound right. Iâm sorry for so many things, Y/n. You told me to let you down gently and here I am leaving without saying goodbye because I'm selfish. Iâm mean, Iâm selfish and Iâm not good for you. When school starts, I have to uphold this image and as much as I want to say that itâs not me. Itâs not true. Iâm that girl that you know back home, but here with you⌠I feel this responsibility to be better. This summer meant everything to me. Every moment with you meant everything to me. I wish we could stay here because Iâve never been happier. I will never be happier then I was here with you. I donât deserve to be. I hope this was gentle enough, baby.
Love,
Your Gina
Reading the letter stirs a plethora of emotions through your system. You let Regina break your heart and you hadnât faced her since. The thought of getting close to her at school scared you. You knew the girl you had feelings for didn't exist during this time of year and if you got in her way, sheâd surely take you down.
The next day you find yourself wearing a pink tank top mostly covered by your black zip-up hoodie. You send Cady a picture of the jacket advising her to find something that matched.
You arrive on campus and patiently wait for Cady to show up.
âPink might be your color Y/n.â
You roll your eyes, âShut up Janis and what are you planning with Cady and Regina?â
âI can't shut up and explain at the same time soâŚâ
âIâm serious Janis. Cady is fresh meat for someone like Regina.â
Janis claps her hands together gleefully, âFresh meat or a blank canvas. Regina stood up for Cady yesterday, which means she's taken an interest in her. Queen bee sees potential, which means Cady is either a successor or a threat.â
âOk, what does any of that have to do with you?â
Damian enters the conversation at that point, âOh itâs a part of her plan for revenge on Regina.â
Janis smacks the boy a few times. The end up play-fighting before you get between them.
âEnough! Revenge for what exactly?â
Janisâs eyes darken, âThat information is classified I'm afraid.â
You glare back at her, âYou shouldnât drag Cady into this.â
Now itâs Janis who rolls her eyes, âIf she wants to help out a friend who am I to stop her.â
You get up as soon as you spot Cady. With one final look back to Janis you say, âFriends donât use each other in revenge plots.â
Cadyâs outfit was simple, but cute and the jacket would go perfect with it. You greet her with a smile.
âNervous?â
âMore than I was on the first day,â she frowns.
You grab her by the shoulders and shake her a bit, âYou got this and even if it flops, you have me ok. The biggest thing to remember is you have to be yourself alright?â
âJanis and Damian said I shouldnât be myself around The Plastics,â Cady put her head down.
âHey, look at me. You donât need to try to fit in with them. Regina invited you to sit, which means she wants you there. Think about it like that,â you try to ease her nerves.
She nods, giving you a small smile in return, âThat makes sense. Oh shit, theyâre looking at me. Do you have the jacket?â
You turn to find Regina and her clique looking curiously in Cadyâs direction. Quickly you pull the jacket out of your bag. Cady reaches for it, and you pull it back slightly.
âThis jacket is important to me, ok? I need it back at the end of the day,â you warn her.
Cadyâs attention stays on the popular girls until she sees Reginaâs gaze shift towards you. Again, the two of you are in an intense staring contest.
âIâll give it back to you at the end of the day,â Cady repeats.
You hand her the jacket and go to walk off. Her arm catches your wrist, and you turn around. Itâs a bit too fast and the girl almost falls, so you steady her.
âCareful,â you scold her lightly.
Her voice is light as she questions you, âWhereâre you going?â
âTo my locker?â You say curiously.
âWell, mine is close to yours so I didnât really expect you to- sorry itâs silly. You go, Iâll see you-â
This time itâs her that goes to pull away. You drop your hand into herâs leading her towards the lockers.
âNo, youâre right. Sorry, Iâm just kind of used to doing my own thing. It makes complete sense for us to go together.â
âI didnât mean to make a big deal out of it,â she apologizes.
Your hand lets go of hers as you get in front of your locker, âNo big deal, letâs just get through today.â
Lunch comes sooner than you want it to. You try to hide your nerves for Cadyâs sake. She approaches Reginaâs table with you not too far behind her.
Before she sits down, she clears her throat and looks at Regina, âH-hey itâs cool if not, but I was wondering if my friend Y/n could sit here maybe?â
Gretchen goes on some tangent about it being disrespectful to ask and says that Cady should be disinvited just for even bringing it up, âI mean who do you even think you are?â
âAre you done Gretchen?â Regina replies not even looking at the girl.
âI- I,â she stutters and sits silently in defeat.
Regina eyes look at Cady as if sheâs bored, âIs she at least wearing pink?â
You unzip your jacket revealing the pink tank top underneath. Regina looks briefly at shirt before letting out an exasperated sigh, âOnly today.â
The answer shocks Gretchen and Karen, but they donât say it. Cady sits at the edge of the table while you decide to sit next to Karen, in a way that separates you from the main group.
âCute jacket. Whereâd you get it?â Regina says to Cady.
The question alone makes the food on the lunch tray unappealing to you.
Cady answers seamlessly, âIt was a gift.â
Itâs a good save. If it hadnât been Reginaâs jacket it would have been the perfect lie. The blonde lets it go with a hum before she starts diving into the stereotypical gossip of the school.
Itâs hard being this close to her. You had done what you could to stay away from her at school, but here you were sitting across from her trying your best not to stare.
Gretchen goes on explaining the rules of The Plastics to Cady for what felt like forever. You mindlessly scroll through your phone wishing the lunch period would end.
Cady definitely didnât need you here. You had decided that you were going to leave the table, but before you did, you felt her eyes on you. It was like you were glued to the seat.
âSo, weâre going to my house after school to study. Cady are you in or out?â Regina asks, but itâs really a demand.
âYeah, for sure Iâm totally in,â she says excitedly.
âOne day offer loser, are you in?â Regina looks at her nails, but itâs clear sheâs talking to you.
Gretchen speaks up again, âRegina you canât be serious? Sitting with us was one thing, but-â
âIâm sorry, was I talking to you Gretchen?â Her voice was ice cold.
Cady looks at you with eyes that were basically saying âpretty pleaseâ.
âIâm in,â you say against your gut feeling.
Once lunch is over you all disperse. Cady corners you before you go to your next class, âOh my god that went so well. Regina even asked us to come over.â
You bury your head in your hands, âWhat have I just agreed to?â
âHey, this is a good thing, right? If it's not its only one hangout,â Cadyâs hand finds your shoulder giving you comfort.
âYouâre right, itâs just- Reginaâs kind of intimidating up close,â You mumble.
Cady nods, âVery intimidating. Did something happen between the two of you?â
You make a face that creases your eyebrows, âWho? Me and Regina.â
âYeah, I've seen you staring at each other, and it just feels like tension,â Cady says.
You avoid the truth skillfully, âWell, I've known Regina a long time. Iâve seen what she's capable of. Itâs pretty scary. Itâs not really staring on my part more like freezing in fear.â
âShe canât be that bad. I think sheâs kind of sweet,â Cady admits.
You shake your head, âWhat did I tell you before Cady? Regina George is mean.â
Cady scoffs, âEverybody keeps saying that, but no one is giving me any examples.â
âWatch her the rest of the day, you'll get it then,â you say knowing that Regina couldn't go too long without letting her mean streak show.
It didnât take long for Cady to see what you were talking about. Regina treated their peers like they were beneath her at every chance she got.
When your last class was over, you both made your way to Reginaâs jeep. Cady is stopped on the way by Janis and Damian. You decide against staying for that conversation. You expect the ginger will catch up to you.
When you get to the car Regina is already there waiting. It is slightly strange seeing her without a boy or her friends. Cautiously you approach her, but not to close. You keep your head down as you stand what you deem as near enough to her car.
âGet in,â she says after an awkward silence.
Your hand barely touches the door to the back before she speaks up again, âThe front seat.â
This causes you to look up at her, but sheâs already making her way around to the driverâs side. You follow her orders and get in the passenger seat next to her.
You canât remember the last time you felt this fidgety. Your hand finds a spot firmly on your knee to keep it from bouncing out of control.
âYou gave her the jacket,â Itâs small when she says it.
Itâs a challenge for you, but you make eye contact with her, âSheâs just borrowing it. I would never give it away. â
The conversation dies there as Karen, Gretchen, and Cady arrive at the jeep.
âRegina, why is she in my spot?â Gretchen complains about your presence once again.
You start to remove the seatbelt to get in the back, but Reginaâs hand grabs your wrist.
âGretchen, when did you start asking more than 2 stupid questions a day? Nothing in my car belongs to you. If she were in the driver's seat, I would expect you to get in and shut the fuck up. So, get in the back and stop being so annoying.â
You could see Gretchen shrink under Reginaâs words. Part of you feels bad for her, she was just acting in the way Regina usually would approve of. You were already making things complicated when they didnât have to be.
The rest of the girls pile into the back of the jeep and itâs awkward for a moment, but eventually the chatter starts naturally. Once again you feel out of place.
You canât stop thinking of the feeling of Reginaâs hand on your wrist. Her skin on yours provides you with a sense of comfort. Itâs almost like you were remembering that you knew what she felt like. Youâre craving her touch; the thought alone makes your face burn with embarrassment.
Pulling up to Reginaâs house feels surreal. Itâs bigger than you thought. It almost felt wrong to go inside. Regina ushers everyone upstairs quickly trying to avoid her mother. You move the quickest, slightly afraid that Mrs. George might recognize you from the summer. Cady takes time to properly greet the woman.
If being in her house felt wrong being in her room felt even more invasive. Itâs as pink as you imagined it be, but not in a childish way.
This is when Cady tries to fold you into the conversation, âY/n, actually really likes pink.â
Itâs so sudden having all the girls look to you for conformation. You try to regain your usual attitude, rather than the bundle of nerves you've become today.
âI think it's pretty cool,â You shrug.
Karenâs eyes widen, âYou talk?â
You laugh as the other girls roll their eyes, âYes, Karen I talk.â
âWell, you haven't said anything this whole time so how was I dose to know,â she tilts her head to the side.
She has a good point. From that point you try to engage me with the girls. It isn't so bad. The more you talk with the others the more you begin to relax.
That was until Mrs. George came upstairs with snacks. You excuse yourself to the restroom. It isn't until youâre out of the room that you realize you have no idea where it is.
âFollow me,â Regina appears from seemingly thin air.
You follow her and the two of you end up in front of the bathroom door. You stand there not saying anything to each other.
âWell, are you going to go?â
âI donât actually have to go, I was just saying that to leave the room in case your mom recognized me,â you explain.
Regina nods, âRight makes sense."
Another long pause.
âIâm sorry, for coming here Gi- Regina. I was just trying to be there for Cady,â you don't look at her as you speak.
âLooking out for your new girlfriend, I get it,â thereâs some venom in her tone.
âSheâs not- Iâm not into Cady.â
Regina falters, âItâs not my business, I shouldnât have assumed.â
That was her way of apologizing. You donât know what else to say. Your eyes linger on her, taking in her appearance this close.
âStop looking at me like that,â she says before heading back in the direction of her room.
You sigh, âYou look good, Regina.â
That seems to stop her in her tracks. She turns to face you again, âYou can't say stuff like that.â
You take the opportunity to joke, âDo I need to say you look so totally fetch instead orâŚ?â
She rolls her eyes playfully, âYouâre annoying you know that.â
Itâs completely different than how she said it to Gretchen. For this small instance in the hallway, she sounds like your Gina. It makes your heart flutter but sickens you all at the same time.
Re-entering Reginaâs room you see the girls looking at a weird book. You see the shift in Reginaâs features instantly, âWhy is that out here? â
âYour mom thought it would be funny,â Karen answers, flipping through the pages.
You can't help but read one of the pages aloud, âMs. Norbury is a PUSHER, a SAD OLD DRUG PUSHER.â
The book is filled with girls from school, itâs surprising you had escaped the pages. Itâs then youâre reminded just how effortlessly cruel Regina could be.
Janis's revenge plot was starting to make more sense. You hated to agree, but maybe she needed a fall from grace.
âI have to go,â you say gathering you're things.
Regina moves to block your exit. She looks at the rest of girls like theyâre idiots, âWhy aren't you guys grabbing your shit? She has to go that means you all have to.â
The girls scramble to pick up their stuff. Regina grabs her car keys from the vanity, signaling that she was doing drop offs.
She takes Gretchen home first, then Karen, next is Cady. You notice Cady doesn't have on your jacket when you get a glimpse of her. Slight panic bubbles inside of you. If she left it at Reginaâs, you'd likely never see it again. You get a text as you come to this realization.
Cady: The jackets in your backpack
Y/n: Cool thanks
When Regina parks in front of Cadyâs house you say goodbye and tell her to text you later. When she leaves the car, the energy shifts drastically.
You knew Regina did this intentionally as your house was only a block over from hers. It would've made sense to take you first, but she waited to have you alone in this moment.
âCan we talk?â You see her hands tightly grip the steering wheel.
âWell now is as good as it's going to get, isnât it?â You say picking at the sleeves of your sweater.
Regina sighs, âYou were never this timid on the beach.â
âYou and I both know you're a different person there. I never thought Iâd be in this situation with you here, forgive me if Iâm cautious around the queen bee,â you rebuttal.
Her grip tightens, âYouâre scared of me.â
You shake your head, âIâm not scared of you, Gina.â
âThen why?â
You look out of the window, âIâm scared of the way you make me feel. I look at you and all of a sudden, I want to be back on that beach. This is as close as weâve been during the school year, and I canât make a habit of this. You let me down gently, but that doesnât mean my heart isnât broken.â
âI told you,â itâs a whisper from the blonde.
âI would do it all over again,â you still canât look at her.
Regina feels herself losing her composure. Before she can drive any further, she pulls over in a random parking lot. She shakes her head as tears build behind her eyes.
âYouâre not supposed to say shit like that, Y/n. Itâs cheesy and overplayed. Itâs something you say to people that you care about, and you shouldn't care about me,â she begins to breathe heavily.
âGina-"
Her hands find her hair as a groan leaves her, âI hurt you Y/n and you just let me. Why donât you hate me?â
Your hands reach for hers. She lets you pull them from her scalp.
âRegina, Iâm not some stranger you met on vacation 2 years ago. I grew up here, with you. I knew what I was getting into. I did it anyway,â your thumb runs over her knuckles.
âYou didn't want more?â
Your eyes soften, âI wanted you in every way youâd allow me to have you, Gina. You werenât just some summer fling to me. Itâs just- I knew you'd never go for that. You have this image to uphold, and I fuck it up.â
âYou shouldnât care about my image. You should be calling me a coward and a liar. I donât get why you havenât even tried to expose me,â she goes on.
âI don't care about school politics,â you say.
She sounds desperate as she speaks, âBut I do, and you could ruin me.â
Against your better judgment your hand caresses her cheek. She looks up at you and you lean forward.
âI gain nothing from hurting you Gina,â your lips graze hers as you speak.
âFuck it,â Regina closes the gap between the two of you.
Her lips against yours feels better than you remember. Neither of you are eager to pull away. When you do your forehead rests against hers.
âI was so stupid thinking I could stay away from you,â Regina says trying to catch her breath.
âI missed you too,â you tell her.
âWe have to figure this out. Iâm not ready to⌠show this side of myself to the school, but I need you,â Regina admits.
You shrug your shoulders, âWe could sneak around. No one has to know.â
She searches your face, âAre you sure?â
You nod, âPositive.â
People often make jokes about famous last words, but that honestly felt like yours. Life became a lot more hectic after you suggested that arrangement between you and Regina.
A lot of it was a blur as she began to pull you into the janitors closet whenever she got the chance. Sometimes for talking and sometimes to makeout.
Off campus you would find yourself at the blondeâs house quite often. The two of would hang out in her room for hours. On occasion she would borrow her momâs car to take your somewhere out of the city.
While things were going great for you with Regina. Cady was slowly but surely making her move on Aaron. You didn't think it was wise, but if it made her happy, then you supported it.
Cady had also kept her seat with Regina and friends. It seemed like she was finally progressing towards actually becoming a member of their clique.
You hadnât been around much, but you hoped this meant Cady was done with whatever Janis had been planning. Playing both sides wouldnât be good for her.
âAre you going to Chris Eisel's Halloween party?â Cady asks as she goes through her locker.
âProbably, everyone is going.â
She nods her head, âI think I'm going to try to get with Aaron at the party.â
Your eyes widen, âI don't know if that's a good idea.â
Cady dismisses your warning, âRegina and I are cool now. I think I'm going to tell her I like him and see if it's ok that I take my chance.â
You look at her as if she was crazy, âCady getting with the queen bee's ex-boyfriend is not smart. Telling her about it beforehand only gives her prep time to take you down.â
âIt will be fine.â
You knew that it, in fact, would not be fine. Your suspicions were confirmed later in the day when you were in Reginaâs room.
The blonde paces back and forth silently. Thereâs a scowl on her face. You let her try to cool down for nearly 15 minutes, but at this rate there would be a hole in the floor where she walked.
âSo, you talked to Cady,â you lightly poke the bear.
âWho does she think she is? I let her into the most influential group at the school and now she wants to fuck my ex. If she gets with Aaron thereâs a chance that I look like an idiot,â Regina was furious.
âHow would that make you look bad? You dumped him, right?â you try to follow.
âIt makes it look like Iâd allow anyone to have the things that I have. Dating Aaron would push her up the social ladder. Being one of us and dating him would make her more popular than me,â she says it like itâs obvious.
âRight,â youâre still confused.
Regina groans before finally sitting on her bed next to you, âYou wouldnât get it. Youâre not into the school politics or whatever it is you say.â
You wrap your arms around the blonde and she leans back into your touch, âJust try not to destroy her too bad, ok? Sheâs, my friend.â
âIâm going to put that ginger bitch in her place,â she threatens.
You sigh, but thereâs not much else you can do. You warned Cady that this was a bad idea.
âNo more talking about Cady. We have episodes of Malcolm in the Middle to watch,â you kiss the top of her head.
âYouâre right, I donât want her cutting into our time together,â she places a kiss to the side of your jaw.
You knew that whatever happened at that party would be bad, but for now you decided to ignore it for now. In hindsight, it was a mistake. It was almost as if all the time you were spending with Regina made you forget that when everything was said and done, she was mean.
The partyâs already in full affect when you get there. Itâs almost impossible not to spot Cady in her costume.
âI see you went for the scary over sexy look,â you shout so that she can hear you.
âI thought this is what they meant by costume. Not just a pair of mouse ears,â you can barely make out what sheâs saying over the giant plastic teeth.
You laugh, âWell I think itâs pretty cool for what itâs worth.â
âThanks, I hope Aaron thinks so too. Who are supposed to be?â
You pull out your tiny comb and run it through your hair, âWell me sweetheart, Iâm grease lightning.â
She giggles at your antics, âI donât why, but that makes sense for you.â
You chat with Cady enjoying the party atmosphere until you get a glimpse of Regina, âWow.â
Cady turns her attention to the blonde, âShe looks amazing. Is she-â
âAn angel,â you finish Cadyâs thought.
Cady watches as your eyes rake Reginaâs entire form, âIâve never seen you look like such a fan of hers before.â
Itâs a task as you tear your eyes away from Regina, âIâve said it a million times Cady. Sheâs mean, but damn she's pretty.â
âIâm going to go say hi, Iâll be right back.â
You donât stay to watch the interaction between the two girls opting to get a drink from the kitchen instead.
In the kitchen your quest for a drink is postponed as you see Karen standing on the table, looking as if she was going to fall. In typical North Shore fashion, instead of helping her down people are recording her.
You take it upon yourself to walk over and extend your hand to the girl. She takes it gratefully, but still manages to trip on her way down. Youâre reflexes work fast to catch her, and steady her on the ground.
âY/n, you saved me,â she giggles and jumps up and down a few times.
You laugh with your response, âI did, but be careful next time I might not be around.â
âI was trying to find Gretchen,â the girl frowns.
You sigh, trying to figure out if you really want to take on this task. One look at Karenâs wobbly stance, and you take her hand.
âLetâs find her.â
It takes you longer than expected to find Gretchen. When you get a glimpse of her, sheâs yelling at Jason over who knows what. You see if you wait it out if it will end, but it doesnât. So instead, you decide to interrupt anyway.
âGretchen!â Karen exclaims as you get closer to the girl with the loose curls.
âKaren was looking for you,â you tell her nonchalantly.
Gretchen looks at her clearly drunk friend and then back to the boy she was arguing with. She points her finger at him, âThis isnât over.â
She then takes Karen by the arm and begins to drag her away, âBye Y/n.â
Gretchen turns back to you for a quick moment mouthing âthank youâ before she goes to take care of Karen.
Youâre basically back to the middle of the party. You look for Cady and spot her standing still across the room. Her chest heaves up and down rapidly as she clutches her hand over it.
You follow her line of sight and feel your heart break in your chest. Regina and Aaron are locked in an enthusiastic kiss. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes, but you hold them at bay. You make your way over Cady deciding that the party is over for the both of you.
Your presence takes her out of her trance, âLetâs go.â
She looks over to see Regina looking right at her. Cady doesnât hesitate to follow your lead out of the party. Itâs not until Regina realizes that youâre the one taking Cady, that the blonde regrets her actions.
You donât know how you end up and Janisâs place, but you do. Janis and Damian are watching some old Halloween movie in her garage. Cady starts telling the art kids what happened at the party. Janis springs up from her seat quickly comforting the girl.
You take this opportunity to sit next to Damian. Its then that you learn that Cady didnât actually know why Janis wanted revenge. You find out some details you didnât know either, despite being there for the debacle.
âNow you know that Regina George is not your friend, weâre your friends and weâre going to make her pay,â Janis says with her eye twitching.
âPause, why are you here Y/n?â Damian acknowledges that you look just as upset as Cady.
You search for an answer, âI brought Cady.â
Janis narrows her eyes at you, âThatâs not everything.â
You know you shouldnât, but as the images of Aaron and Regina cross your mind you canât hold it in.
Your head falls into your hands, âItâs complicated.â
The moment the two words leave your lips you find yourself telling them everything from the first summer to the recent rendezvous. By the time you're done youâre a mess.
âShe told me this would happen, but I didn't listen. Iâm so stupid,â you began to get angry at yourself as you harshly wiped your eyes.
âHey, don't be so hard on yourself,â Janis wraps an arm around.
âAnd I thought she was cruel before,â Damian looks at you sympathetically.
âSheâs not going to get away with this Y/n,â Cady promises.
You shake your head, âGuys, Iâm not out for vengeance. I just- it hurts.â
Janis rubs your shoulder a few times, âDonât worry, we got your back. While Cady focuses on knocking Regina down a peg, Damian and I will make sure she stays away from you.â
Just as the words leave her mouth your phone begins to buzz repeatedly. You peak down at it and can see a bunch of messages from Regina coming through. You reach for it, but Cady takes it and simply flips it over on the table.
âNo more, Regina George. âNow, what are we watching,â she says, and you nod gaining back some of your bearings.
So, you spend the rest of your night watching bad horror movies with your friends, trying to keep your mind off of Regina.
The next school day you donât make it far without feeling a certain pair of eyes on you. Before you can turn to look in her direction Janis and Damian are by your side whisking you into the school building.
âI canât believe you didnât like disintegrate under her gaze,â Janis comments.
Damian follows up, âYeah if looks could kill, youâd probably be dead right now.â
Your gaze stays on the floor, âShe can look all she wants as long as she keeps her distance.â
That's basically what transpires your next 6 weeks at school. Janis, Damian, and Cady fail to make any sort of mockery of Regina, the popular girl debuts her rekindled romance, and you fall deeper into your depression.
Regina does try approaching you a few more times, but she consistently gets blocked by Janis, Damian, or Cady, for which youâre grateful. You donât want to talk to her while sheâs busy parading her boy toy around.
Every day is starting to seem longer than the last. You dread stepping on campus, because even if you manage to avoid seeing Regina, sheâs all anyone talked about. It was like you were always surrounded by her and it was driving you insane.
It gets to the point where sometimes you periodically skip class, just to walk the empty hallways to get away from her. Skipping class seems to be your downfall as you find yourself being yanked into the janitors closet.
âWhat the fuck?â Your initial panic only increases when you see Regina blocking the door.
âWe need to talk,â Regina says with a sharp tone.
You shake your head, âNo we donât, now let me out of here Regina.â
You try to push past her, but she puts a hand on your chest, âIâve been trying to talk to you since the Halloween party.â
âFor what, Regina? You put Cady in her place just like you said you would. I should've seen it coming,â your words come out harsh.
âI didnât mean for you to get hurt,â her voice was small when she spoke.
You let out a bitter chuckle, âThere was no way I wasnât going to get hurt. What, you were just going to kiss and date Aaron publicly while keeping me on the side?â
âI donât care about Aaron, I only care about you,â she shoots back.
âYou couldnât even run it by me. Maybe check to see if I wouldâve been ok with it? Regina we were practically dating,â you argue to the girl.
Regina runs a hand through her hair, âI know that. I know I fucked up, Iâve been trying to apologize, to talk to you, but your guard dogs never let me get close.
You scoff, âMy friends are protecting me from you.â
Regina sounds incredulous, âSo you told them?â
Your hands go up feigning exasperation, âYes, I told them. I didnât really have a choice because when I left the party, I was a fucking mess, and they were there for me.â
âIt was just a kiss, Jesus Christ youâre acting like I fucked him on the couch,â she complains.
The disbelief in your tone comes out, âYou really donât get it, do you? You want to know why it fucked me up so bad? Despite how mean you are and how vain you can be, I saw something in you. I cut through all the bullshit to find the actual human being with feelings. I got to know you better than anyone else in this hell hole ever will. Underneath all that toxic plastic costume that you wear is the girl that I loved. So, Iâm sorry if my hurt feelings are too much for you, but it fucking sucks seeing the person you love kiss someone else.â
You didn't know when you got so close to Regina. The roles had reversed at some point, and you were now the one trapping her against the closet door. Her blue eyes peer into yours looking for any sign of deceit.
âYou loved me?â
You close your eyes, âDonât make me say it again. â
Regina doesn't have the words. She doesn't want to search for them. All she wants to do is kiss you. So, against her better judgment she hurriedly places her lips on yours.
You should push her away, tell her that this isn't an apology. Yet the only thing you can do is wrap your arms around her and pull her into you. The kiss is sloppy, and it sends you both into a frenzy. Neither of you break it even when you both know better.
When the door to the closet is violently yanked open, is when you finally pull away from each other. Aaron stands there looking between yourself and Regina. The blonde yanks the door back shut, and you drop to the floor as embarrassment sets in.
âFuck, I have to go,â you say trying to pull yourself together.
âYou canât go we havenât talked,â Regina tries to block you.
This time youâre gentle as you move her aside, âThereâs nothing to talk about Gina. You were right, I thought I could handle the heartbreak, but this is too much.â
Leaving the closet your jaw clenches as you see Cady down the hall. Her attention that was on Aaron, shifts to you. Her eyes go wide as she begins to figure out what happened in the closet. You don't give her the chance to comfort you opting to leave the school entirely.
Maybe it was time to embrace the schoolâs politics. Becoming the outcast, loner, weirdo didnât sound so bad anymore. Anything to keep you away from The Plastics and The Art Freaks. You didnât want to deal with either side ever again.
Just like you had done with Regina you ignored all of Cady, Janis, and Damianâs messages. You and the block button had never been any closer. At school you resumed having your lunch outside away from the drama and stuffy cafeteria.
In class you kept your focus on the teacher ignoring any notes or whispers from the trio. It was a challenge, but it was for the best.
You kept your head down when walked the halls and your earbuds in. If you kicked out the outside world then it was like it didnât exist. You shouldâve been paying more attention.
Thatâs the thought that crosses your mind as you trip right in front of Regina George. You expect to hit the floor dramatically but are surprised when you feel her hands at your waist keeping you upright.
The entire school watches with bated breath waiting for your fate. You too, are curious to see how the queen bee will treat you with the public watching.
âWatch it⌠loser,â she mumbles, making sure to shove you lightly out of her way.
You can tell her heart isnât in it, but it looks normal to the public. In some ways it looked like you got a warning, which Regina was kind enough to give to most people.
You didn't dwell on it much. She probably had bigger things to worry about with the talent show happening so soon. The Plastics never missed a year of doing their kind of provocative and surely cringe-inducing dance routine.
Extra credit was being offered in most of your classes for students who went. So, you had decided to go to boost up your grades.
On the night of the talent show, you take a seat in the back row. Most of it is uninspiring. You hate to admit that you really enjoyed Damianâs rendition of the Icarly theme song. It was weird, but in that sort of niche artistic way that made it cool to you.
When The Plastics get on stage youâre surprised to see Cady with them. It was unsurprising to see everyone recording the performance. Youâre sure some weirdos would be glad to have that performance at their disposal.
 It is more difficult to watch this year than the previous. Something is more off key than usual. When the cartwheel spot is being set up you see Karenâs knee buckle first then Regina slams into the floor.
When she does, the crowd erupts. You shoot out of your seat as well. This is her worst nightmare. In a digital era, thereâs no way that this isnât going to go viral.
You donât know why youâre running out of the theater, but you are. You didnât know where to look for her, but she had to come to her car. You stand outside the pink jeep for what feels like an eternity.
In reality, it was only a few minutes before you could make out the figure of the crying blonde. You wait for her to get closer before attempting to say anything.
âRegina-â
She tries snapping at you, but it doesnât pack much of a punch behind the tears, âItâs pretty funny, isnât it? I bet you enjoyed every second of it.â
âGive me your keys,â you say without pause.
âWhat?â
âItâs dangerous to drive under intense emotion. Give me your keys, so I can take you home,â you reiterate.
Regina wants to question it, but she doesnât want to ruin tonight even more. She put her keys in your hands. You donât say anything else, simply waiting for her to get in the car.
When she does, you begin driving to her house. You can see her scrolling through her phone, so you snatch it from her at a red light.
âStop,â you tell her, knowing sheâs looking at her viral moment.
When you get to her house you follow her to her room. She faceplants on her bed and you watch as her body begins to vigorously shake with sobs.
You sit next to her your hand rubs her back soothingly, âIâm sorry this happened to you.â
âYouâre not happy that your bestie usurped me,â she says sarcastically.
âI havenât spoken to Cady, since the closet thing happened,â you admit to her.
She wiped her eyes, âWhy not?â
âWell Cadyâs the one who told Aaron to check the closet,â you tell her.
âThat bitch.â
You nod, âYeah, I know that she and Janis wanted revenge, but that was low.â
Reginaâs eyebrow furrows, âWhat are you talking about?â
You fill her in on everything and you can see her get angrier at every word.
âYou didnât think to warn me?â
You fight back, âLast time I checked they were failing. I wasnât in on the planning, and I donât even know all that they did. But also, I donât owe you anything Regina.â
Her tongue clicks against her cheek, âI guess thatâs fair.â
You speak again, âI donât really know why Iâm here if Iâm being honest with you. I saw you hit the floor, and I just felt like I needed to be here for you.â
Regina laughs softly, âEven after all of this, youâre still thinking about how I feel.â
You laugh too, âI donât think I can help it. I mean you are the Regina George, massive deal and all that.â
She shakes her head, âNot after this. I will never be her again.â
âIs that such a bad thing?â
She looks at you, âI mean it doesnât feel great, to be embarrassed for the whole world to see.â
âFair point, but what is it they say about the head that wears the crown. Arenât you a little bit relieved that you donât have to be perfect anymore?â
She shrugs, âI guess so. My heart hasnât been inn it since the last time we talked.â
âRegina, I donât know if now is the time to-"
Her eyes lock on yours, âPlease.â
Reluctantly you nod your head.
âIâm not a caring person. I don't usually give a fuck about anything but myself. Iâm selfish and ruthless and cruel and mean. I really am everything that these people are saying about me. Except when it comes to you. I care about you more than Iâve cared about anything in a long time.â
She looks at you to make sure you're really hearing her.
âKissing Aaron was so fucking stupid. I felt threatened by Cady and in truth I acted how I usually would. But I forgot to consider your feelings because Iâm not used to considering others. I knew I fucked up and I wanted to fix it, but you were avoiding me. So, I kept the act because if I lost you at least I still had my power.â
âSo, you care about your power more than me?â
Regina frowns, âNo, I donât, thatâs what Iâm trying to say. In that closet when you told me you loved me, it was like everything just clicked into place. We got carried away and then you left, but if you wouldâve stayed just a second longer, I couldâve told you I loved you too.â
âRegina-â
âIâm almost done I promise. I couldâve told you any time after the fact, but it felt selfish. I was trying to do the right thing for once. You said that I hurt you too much and you were right. So, I thought it didnât matter. I still donât know if it matters, but if this is the last chance I have to say it, Y/n I love you.â
Your heart could come out of your chest at Reginaâs admission. Youâd love nothing more than to just pull her in and kiss, but something was stopping you.
âI love you too Gina, but what does that mean for us?â
Regina takes your hand in hers, âI want to be with you. Not just on the beach, but here, everywhere.â
You can sense thereâs something she wanted to say, âButâŚâ
âBut I want to deal with the situation at school first. I want to change, but I still have to be mean for a while. I don't know if youâll like that side of me,â Regina looks at her bedsheets.
You let a tiny smile come over your features, âIâm not really into school politics. So, I don't mind if youâre still a little mean. As long as you don't care that I want to be by your side.â
Regina has a smile that matches yours, âI like the thought of you by my side.â
âGood, because I don't plan on leaving.â
You can't wait any longer. You take her face in both of your hands and kiss her softly. Regina melts against your lips. Itâs not like the kiss in janitors, itâs closer to your first kiss together. Thereâs a slight hesitation, but itâs not enough to stop.
âI love you,â she says against your lips.
âI love you too.â
You stayed at Reginaâs pretty late that night. It was so late that by the time you got home you were exhausted. When your alarm went off in the morning, you snored right through it. You ended up making it to your third period right before the bell rang to start class.
You took your seat next to Cady. Something about her was different. She looks like Regina, more than usual. She wasn't paying any attention during class, to preoccupied with her makeup.
âWhatâs up with her?â You say to Janis, who sits directly behind you.
âOh, well hello to you too stranger.â
You roll your eyes, âIâm serious, Janis.â
The artist shrugs, âI don't know. After last night I called game on the revenge, but Cady said she needed one more day.â
You frown, âIs worldwide embarrassment not enough? Sheâs viral all over the internet for her fall.â
âI thought so, but this is all Cady,â thereâs some hint of worry in her tone.
You want to talk to the ginger, but the moment the bell rings she's out of the class. Once youâre out of class you head to the cafeteria for lunch. As youâre standing in line waiting for the food the loud chatter of the cafeteria drops.
You lift your head up to see why; itâs Regina. Sheâs not in her usual attire opting for something more comfortable, but just as cute in your opinion. She walked over to her usual table but was stopped from sitting.
You couldn't hear the conversation, but you did hear as Reginaâs friend yelled, âYou canât sit with us.â
Nobody in the cafeteria moves to make space for the girl. Her mean nature finally biting her in the ass. You set your lunch tray down loudly, causing the attention to shift to you.
You hate the way everyone looks on, as you make your way towards Regina. Standing by her side in front of the entire school felt strange.
You hold your hand out for her to take and she does. You glare hits all the girlsâ sitting at The Plastics table before lingering on Cady, âLetâs go outside, itâs stuffy in here anyway.â
Regina let you drag her out of the cafeteria towards the front of the school. You found a shady spot under the tree and sat there.
âYou want me to sit on the ground?â
You look at her and then pat your lap, âYou could always sit here instead.â
She takes a seat on the grass next to you, âI wouldnât want to crush you. Iâm so fat now.â
You frown and pull the girl into your lap. She squeals and tries to get away, but you lock your arms around her.
âDoesnât feel like youâre crushing me.â
Regina looks away from you, âIâm wearing these sweats because I canât fit any of my pants anymore. It doesn't make any sense because all I've been eating are these nasty bars that Cady gave me.â
You take the bar from Regina. The more you examine it the angrier you get.
âDonât eat anymore of this shit.â
âWhatâs wrong with them?â
You feel your body growing hot with anger, âThese are Kalteen bars. Theyâre for gaining weight.â
Reginaâs facial expression darkens, âWhat?â
âIâm going to kill her. This is too far,â you start to stand, but Regina stops you.
âI will handle it,â Reginaâs calm tone is unnerving, but Cady deserves whatever hell Regina invokes on her for this.
âOk, but Iâm here if you need me,â you squeeze her lightly.
âThank you, baby. Not just for being here, but for what you did in the cafeteria. I know you donât like the attention,â she places a kiss on your cheek.
You blush at her praise, âI donât like it, but I wasnât going to stand idly by why Cady tried to humiliate you in front of everyone again.â
âI donât want to talk about her anymore. Karma will get her soon enough and her world will be burnt to a crisp,â Reginaâs smile is small yet sadistic.
Maybe a few hours ago you wouldâve warned Regina about taking it too far. Potentially you would have said something about the moral high ground. However, upon learning about the weight gaining bars, you decided that Cady needed to be humbled quickly.
You and Regina decide to ditch the rest of the school day. You spend the day at her house watching tv in her bed. It only takes a few episodes before you fall asleep, still feeling some grogginess from your morning.
After a few minutes of your soft snores, Regina begins her plot. She knew this would not only destroy Cady, but the entire population of girls at the school. They deserved it after the talent show and lunch today. If they thought she was a problem when she was mean, nothing could prepare them for when she felt vindictive.
âWhatâre you doing so far away,â you yawn and make grabby hands at the blonde.
âThis is called full proof revenge,â she holds up the burn book.
Your eyes widen as you read âthis girl is a fugly cowâ, âOh shit.â
âCome here.â
You follow her orders. She opens the book to a page that has your name and your picture, but no description, âWhereâd you get this picture of me?â
Regina shakes her head, âNot important. You need to write something mean about yourself here.â
You give her a questioning look, âWhy?â
âBecause itâll look suspicious if you arenât in it,â she hands you a marker.
You don't think about it too much as you write âGay Loner Weirdoâ above the picture.
âSimple, elegant, classy,â you hand the marker back to her.
âTimeless if you will,â Regina jokes.
You nod feigning insight, âYes, it was either that or Regina George sympathizer, but that felt too new. Gotta make them think I was always in there.â
The two of spent the rest of the day enjoying each otherâs company. It was a nice change for once. You found yourself thinking that you could get used to having Regina to yourself like this.
You expect chaos the next time you step onto campus, but you arenât prepared for what you walk in to. The halls were a mess. Girls are fighting, running, and screaming everywhere you look.
âThis is insane,â you whisper to yourself.
âThis is what happens when you fuck with Regina George,â the girl appears by your side faux distraught on her features.
You donât get to answer her before principal Duvall calls for all the girls in the gymnasium. A situation like this was unprecedented in the history of the school. So, it didn't surprise you that none of the faculty knew what to do about it.
They were trying some weird truth and unity trust fall that you thought was a shitty idea. Things were cringy at first, but it seemed like the message was working on a few girls.
When Janis gets up there things take a turn for the worst as she begins to air out Regina and Cadyâs dirty laundry, â⌠and I find it so ironic because while Reginaâs been calling me a pyro lez she's been busy having summer beach romances with Y/n. Pretty fucking gay if you ask me.â
She lets out a scream before falling into the arms of the student body who began changing her name and carrying her out.
The only students left in the gym were yourself, Cady, and Regina. Cadyâs remorse finally manages to kick in and she starts to apologize. She doesn't get too far in before Regina storms off. You stay hot on her heels as Cady follows the two of you. Regina makes it all the way to the front lot before she turns around to start arguing with Cady.
The closer Cady gets to the blonde, the further Regina goes into the street. Youâre somewhere in between trying to mediate the situation.
âWhy don't we do this somewhere private for once? Where the while school isnât involved,â you suggest.
âI don't have anything to say to her except that she's parading around as a cheaper version of me. She can imitate take it all, but sheâll never be as good as me,â Regina spits out.
âRegina, Iâm-"
You look between the girlâs and that's when you see the bus coming from the corner of your eye.
âRegina!â
You scream her name, and your body moves on its own as you forcefully tackle the girl to the ground. You make sure to protect her head with your arms as you go down on the concrete. Everything feels like itâs slowed down as your arms connect with the concrete.
That feeling is nothing compared to the pain you feel in your leg. You cry out in pain at the feeling of your leg being run over by the bus.
âOh my god, Y/n. Someone help, quit standing around like idiots. Call an ambulance or something, make yourselves useful,â Regina yells as the entire school looks on.
She repositions herself so that your head is in her lap as she holds your sobbing figure. She canât help it as her own tears begin to fall.
When the ambulance comes, youâre loaded in and rushed to the hospital. As much as Regina fought to get into the ambulance, they wouldn't let her. She knew you were going to need surgery on your leg, it had to be completely broken. All she could do was worry and count down the moments until she would be able to see you.
It took a full day for you to wake up after the accident and another before you were allowed visitors. Regina was the first person there.
The first thing she did was kiss you, âDonât ever do anything stupid like that again.â
You laugh tiredly, âI believe the words are thank you.â
âItâs not funny Y/n, you couldâve died.â
You readjust the bed to sit up straight, âI wasnât going to let you get full on hit by a bus Gina. My leg will be fine after rehab. The doctor says I'm lucky that it broke clean, but I might have some permanent nerve damage.â
âBut you'll still be able to walk?â
You nod, âItâll take a few months, and I might have like a permanent limp, but Iâll be able to walk."
âYou saved my life,â her hand interlocks with yours.
âI mean we don't know that. You could've survived being hit by the bus,â you joke further.
âOh yeah, totally would've survived. Probably would be walking around with the hottest neck brace on the market,â she rolls her eyes.
âSuper fetch neck brace,â you add.
She groans, âI love you, but you have to stop saying that.â
âI love you too, but Iâm going to keep saying it,â you kiss the back of her hand.
Regina isn't the only one who stops to visit you. Youâre a little surprised to see Cady stop by. The popular persona was nowhere to be seen. She looks the same as the first day you met her.
âI know you probably don't want to see me, but I came to apologize⌠for everything. I did exactly what you warned me not to and got caught up in the school politics,â she stands by the forest while she talks.
You motion for her to have a seat, and she does so cautiously. You let out a breath before addressing the girl, âI did warn you, but sometimes you have to make mistakes to learn and grow. When you sent Aaron to the closet, I was so upset with you. Maybe I couldâve forgiven you then, but your attitude just went downhill from there.â
âI know.â
âIâm not even mad about it anymore. Iâm more upset about what you did to Regina. Some of that shit was pretty low, Cady,â you tell her.
âI know, I got caught up in Janisâs plan. I was so excited to have friends that I thought going along with it was ok, but it wasn't. What makes it even worse is that I got carried away and became someone Iâm not. And now you're here in the hospital because of me,â she canât look at you.
âCady you weren't driving the bus.â
She stands her ground, âItâs the domino effect of my actions. No one wouldâve been-"
You cut her off, âCady this isn't your fault. You sound crazy. I literally kind of threw myself in the path of the bus. It was my choice, and I stand by it. Instead of taking accountability for things that arenât your fault, maybe you should focus on the things that are your fault.â
âLike with Regina,â she says to herself.
âRegina, Janis, hell even Ms. Norbury. Apologize and mean it, thatâs a step in the right direction,â you tell her.
âHow do you always manage to have the right advice?â
âWe're all just actual human beings at the end of the day Cady. Falling into these boxes that we think are desirable takes us out of the reality of the situation.â
She takes in your words and then stands, âIâm going to go work on being an actual human being. Maybe when it's all over, we can be friends again.â
You salute her playfully, âGo get em tiger.â
Despite your injury, time seems to go by in a blur. Rehab is hard and the handful of meds you have to take is annoying, but itâs worth it. You were doubtful about returning to campus before the end of the year, but you found yourself cleared a week before Spring Fling. Youâd have to use a crutch, but for the most part you were alright.
âYou know we donât have to go to the dance, right? Iâm content staying here and finally finishing Malcolm in the Middle,â Regina says as fixes the sleeves of your suit.
âI know, but I have to let my adoring public know that Iâve escaped the clutches of death.â
Regina stops her movements, âIâm being serious, Y/n."
You place a hand on her waist, âI want to go out and dance with you. Or at least attempt to.â
Regina blushes under your touch, âMight be a little difficult with the crutch.â
âIt can sit on the bleachers for one dance,â your eyes are love-struck, staring at Regina.
Her face heats even more under your gaze, âLetâs go your adoring public awaits or whatever.â
For the second time in your school career all eyes seem to be on you as you enter the dance. It could be the fact that you looked good, or maybe that you were walking in with Regina George on your arm, or more likely that no one had seen you since the bus ran over your leg.
âDo people ever do anything besides staring,â you say to the blonde.
âNope,â she pops the âpâ on the word.
You don't get particularly far into the dance floor on account of your crutch. Instead, you find yourself situated by the punchbowl. You urge Regina to go dance, which she does reluctantly.
âYou know rumors were going around that youâd lost your leg,â Janis appears by your side.
You look down at your leg, âStill there.â
âLook I wanted to say Iâm sorry for how everything played out. It wasnât cool to try to involve you in the drama and I shouldnât have said anything about your thing with Regina,â she apologizes.
âApology accepted, Iâm just ready to move on from everything,â you say earnestly.
âJanis,â Regina says cordially, as she puts herself in this conversation.
âRegina,â the girl answers in the same tone.
With a respectful nod the girl in the purple tux takes her leave.
âWhat was that about?â
âWell, I' told you that I wanted to change. The first part of that is making amends. Janis and I had a talk, we both apologized. So now, weâre civil with each other,â Regina reveals.
âThatâs awesome baby, Iâm proud of you.â
She looks away from you as embarrassment coats her face, âYeah whatever, donât you owe me a dance?â
You laugh and lean your crutch against the wall before offering her your hand. Your leg is strong enough for the two of you to sway together as a slow song plays.
âPeople are still watching, I think itâs the Regina George factor,â you say so only that she can hear.
âI donât really mind it. It lets them know youâre mine.â
A goofy smile plants itself on your face, âOh, am I?â
Regina nods, âAll mine.â
You lean in closer to her, âWeird way to ask if I'll be your girlfriend, but I accept.â
Regina begins to sputter which keeps you smiling. The smug look on your face drives her crazy. Sheâs quick to place a soft kiss on your lips to regain some control of the situation.
âThatâs so not fair,â you say against her lips.
âItâs girlfriend privileges,â she counters back.
When the song is over principal Duvall calls for the nominees for Spring Fling king and queen to go up on stage. You stand to the side and cheer loudly as your girlfriend gets on the stage. Tension slowly builds as the man reads of the kings name first before holding the envelope with the queenâs name in it.
Silence takes over the crowd as principal Duvall announces Cady as the queen of Spring Fling. When the girl gets on the stage, you notice sheâs not dressed for the dance at all. The casual attire with a letterman jacket seems like a change of pace for her.
She takes the microphone and starts to apologize publicly to everyone she has wronged. She breaks the crown into pieces sharing it with the girls on stage. She also throws some pieces into the crowd before getting off the stage.
The ginger makes her way over to you and hands you a piece of the plastic crown, âGlad you could make it.â
You smile at her, âThat was probably the corniest shit I have ever seen, but you seemed like an actual human being on that stage.â
âLearned from the best. Iâm going to go talk to Janis, but Iâll see you around?â
âDefinitely,â you reassure her and watch as she goes off to continue righting her wrongs.
Regina comes not too long after Cady goes. She leans her back against you lightly and you wrap an arm around her.
âI'm ready for summer,â she mentions offhandedly.
âWhy?â
She tilts her back to look up at you, âI'm ready to sit on the beach and relax with my extremely hot girlfriend.â
Her eyes sparkle as they peer into yours. This moment feels like it could last forever. You get to be with the Regina George in a room where anyone can see. Yet you resonate with her words deeply. Nothing sounds quite as good as having the girl all to yourself, soaking up the sun. You can almost see the book in your hand while the blonde rests her head in your lap.
âMe too.â
#lowkeyerror#regina george x reader#regina george#cady heron#janis ian#mean girls#mean girls 2024#damian hubbard#gretchen wieners#karen smith#aaron samuels
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good luck, babe! | chapter 1
regina george x reader
summary: After the Queen Bee of North Shore makes up rumors about you taking pictures of girls in the changing room, you decide to take matters into your own hands. You didnât think that would mean coming to a reluctant agreement with Regina George.
a/n: if you couldnât tell from the title, this fic is inspired by âgood luck, babe!â by chappell roan. if youâve never heard it, definitely check it out. updates will most likely be weekly. i donât know how some of yâall have the time to update every day lol. as a general warning for the whole fic, it will contain homophobia, derogatory language, substance abuse, and unhealthy relationships. other than that thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy this first chapter!!
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Entering your third year of high school, you assumed you knew everything there was to know about North Shore.
Well, at least, how to steer clear of infamy. More specifically, Regina George and her shadows that followed her around like a pair of lost dogs. You knew the trouble and attention they brought with them, a constant trail of destruction that was almost as potent as the stench of their perfume. The secret to avoiding it was as simple as straying from the limelight. You kept to your group, stayed quiet, kept your head down. Didnât do anything wild enough to trigger Reginaâs predatory instincts. You couldnât say you were afraid of her and her group, but honestly, harassment is the last thing you need as North Shoreâs token plug. It would be plain stupid to garner more attention to yourself than necessary.
But even with all of that in mind, here you are, sitting in the principalâs office with enough anger in your chest to probably strangle the man sitting in front of you. Because you didnât even fucking do what youâre being penalized for. But guess who told Mr. Duvall that you were taking pictures of girls changing in gym? Regina George. She could make up whatever she wanted and even the authority figures at this school would treat it like it was the holy grail. You stare at him with venom in your eyes as he explains to you that you will have to be suspended. For something you didnât even do.
Regina was in your gym class. You had heard around that she was spreading rumors about you being a lesbian, but thatâs not new information to literally anyone, so you didnât especially care. Then people started giving you disgusted looks in the hallways, calling you some really nasty names, and even some of your close female friends started to avoid you. You didnât know why until about 10 minutes ago. Apparently, you were the last person to know about your supposed photo collection.
When Mr. Duvall finally lets you leave, you feel the rage boil up inside of you before you can stop it. Youâre going to get in so much trouble at home, and for what? Because the worldâs most spoiled brat decided your reputation was the one to ruin this week? Does she even realize how her rumors can affect people? Obviously not, because she does it all the fucking time.
Youâre way late to lunch, but the moment you step into that cafeteria, itâs like a wild dog being released into the ring. You skip on the lunch line and head straight towards the table where you see Karen Shetty and Gretchen Wieners talking with wide eyes to the blonde head of hair with her back to you. Regina. You lock on like a target, not glancing at anything else surrounding you. Your hands are bunched into fists at your sides as the anger rises up in your throat like bile. How dare she? How dare she completely make up this bullshit about you, get you suspended because of it? And why hasnât anyone actually done something about it?
You see her turn around. Two ice blue eyes look up at you. Disgusted, maybe even a little confused as she sees you approaching her table. Because no one ever dares enter her territory. She thinks sheâs above that. She doesnât look at you more than a second, though, before your hands are ripping her off the bench by the collar of her shirt.
âWhat the fuck is your problem?â you practically snarl, your arms already dragging her towards the wall as you slam her against it. Your hands still grip the collar of her shirt, your anger almost palpable. You hear what you think to be Gretchen scream. The cafeteria descends into chaos around you. You donât care. The only thing youâre concerned about is whatâs in front of you right now.
Regina doesnât even look slightly bothered. In fact, she cocks an eyebrow. Her eyes seem to glow with that malice now. Your hands grip the fabric of her shirt even tighter.
âOh, no, did I hit a nerve?â she laughs, her eyes looking you over with a newfound disgust. Like youâre simply a piece of trash a wild animal found out it could not digest and spit back up. Like youâre beneath her. You hate the woman, but itâs almost impressive how controlled she is in moments like these.
âYouâre just proving me right, you know. Just admit youâre the weird freak that everyone knows you are. I canât stand a closet lesbo.â she sneers, pushing her face close enough to yours that you can feel her breath on your face.
Something in you snaps when she says those words. Because itâs not even true, and youâre the only person who seems to believe that. The angerâs hot in your chest. Its flames seem to carry your arms as you ball your right hand into a fist.
And you punch the Queen Bee of North Shore directly in the eye.
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Your suspension was extended. Obviously.
You spend the next 2 weeks cleaning the house until your fingers peel and keeping up with your school work on your computer. People are talking about your fight with Regina all over Instagram and Reginaâs acting like a total victim about the whole thing. People sending her their condolences and all that bullshit. As if she was dying and didnât only get one punch to the face before someone pulled you off of her. It was your health teacher from last year; he seemed a little too eager to grab you and pull you off of Regina.
When you return to school, it seems people still believe those rumors about you taking pictures of girls in the changing rooms, because your peers are giving you the same sort of looks as before. They clear away from you when you walk past, but not in the worshipful kind of way they do for Regina. More like theyâre disgusted to be around you.
Some people are impressed you stood up to her, though. Youâre the first of your time. Janis âImiâike from your AP Lit class gives you a high five in the morning and you give her a big grin in return.
You see Regina in your gym class after lunch, and she looks as good as new. Youâre a little disappointed. You kind of wanted to see her with that bright purple bruise on her eye that youâd seen all over Instagram. But there she was, looking like the perfectly crafted Barbie doll that she always seemed to be. Not even a stand of flawless blonde hair out of place. It made you mad. Itâs like you did it all for nothing.
To your surprise, though, Regina ignores you. She doesnât whisper to her minions while giving you dirty looks from across the room, doesnât send them after you with a raise of her finger. Itâs like youâre invisible to her. Honestly, you prefer it that way. Youâre tired enough of this whole situation as it is. Itâs a godsend sheâs not making it worse today.
Coach Carr takes you all outside since itâs one of the last warm days until fall. You stick your Airpods in and walk the track, still keeping an eye on Regina. Itâs not like her to not torment someone who got suspended because of one of her rumors. You donât trust it at all, but she seems content with pretending you donât exist. Since Karen and Gretchen arenât in this class with her, Regina resorts to talking to the girls who arenât quite Plastic, but are still high enough on the social pyramid for Regina to tolerate. You roll your eyes as they mindlessly follow her lead like a pack of lion cubs.
After a couple of minutes, you get bored and sneak off to the woods surrounding the track. Your coach wasnât the most attentive person in the world, so it was pretty easy. You needed to smoke or you were going to go insane. You take an Airpod out and grab the cart out of your bra. Have to keep it non-suspicious.
You only plan on taking a few hits since itâs so concentrated and you still have another class after this. You come out here so much that you donât even think about it. Until you hear a voice behind you.
âAre you smoking weed?â
Your neck nearly snaps when you whip your head around. Your heart sinks back down to your chest from your throat when you see Regina George standing there instead of Coach Carr.
âJesus, what the fuck?â you immediately respond, your voice wavering a bit as you hadnât even considered someone had seen you slip out. The weed had just started to hit and you could feel it amplify the fear in your chest, even though Regina wasnât technically immediate danger. Although, your heart begins to race faster as you realize she will definitely try to get you in deeper shit because of this.
Regina begins to open her mouth before you immediately cut her off. âBefore you go and tell everyone on this side of the country, everyone already knows. Itâs not gonna do anything to ruin my reputation.â Your voice shakes similarly to your legs out of the pure shock of her finding you. You hate feeling cornered, but after your little tussle with her, you know how badly Regina must want to destroy you. Her eyes stare at you unflinchingly, unaffected by what you said. She looks smug enough to make you nervous. You donât know if itâs because of the weed or your pounding chest, but it seems like minutes pass before Regina says anything else.
âWhat about Mr. Duvall? Does he know?â Fuck. Youâre not getting out of this, are you? Your mouth begins to dry, the spit thick on your tongue as you think of a response. Your dad was already mad enough at you. You didnât need this.
âNo. But I canât imagine itâll go well for you if you tell him. I sell to half the school, including Karen. Everyone will be pissed if I get caught.â you respond, already feeling defeated, but you keep your tone searing. Youâre taller than her; hopefully it makes you intimidating enough for her to have mercy. Regina doesnât respond right away. All she does is raise an eyebrow, a smug smirk on one side of her mouth as you watch her consider her options. Sheâs flawlessly gorgeous in a way thatâs enviable. But you kind of need her to not take away your source of income.
âLook, I smoke behind the baseball field every day after school. Iâll give you some for free if you just keep your damn mouth shut for once.â Your voice is almost pleading now. You wish she wasnât so dead-set on ruining your life.
Time only gets slower as Reginaâs smirk begins to widen. Itâs a win-win situation for her, and she knows it.
âFine. But you better not try to kiss me or anything.â she says slowly, spitting out the words like theyâre poisonous.
You feel the relief pool in your stomach as soon as you hear those words. It must be obvious by the look on your face, because Regina laughs at you. She has that angry, disgusted sort of look in her eyes that you canât quite figure out the reason for. Itâs a shame because sheâs so beautiful. Your body takes multiple seconds to keep up with your thoughts until a question crosses your mind.
âDid you follow me?â you ask, your voice a little too loud as you see her head turn back around.
âObviously. I knew you werenât sneaking off to do anything good,â she shoots back, the repugnant expression back on her face. She curls her lip at you before stalking off back to the track field, blonde hair flowing behind her.
How the hell did she even see you leave? Maybe you werenât the only one paying attention to what the other was doing after your fight with her. But, why? Did she seriously think you were going to try and swing at her on your first day back?
You guess youâll find out at 3:00P.M. behind the baseball field.
#mean girls#mean girls 2024#regina george#regina george x reader#regina george 2024#mean girls x reader#fem reader
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Hi, How are you doin?
May I request a fluffy cuddle scenario/oneshot with Andrew where they're talking before drifting off cause both of them have a bit trouble sleeping? Hmm.. and maybe a little nsfw at the end? Thank you!
âYes, We Really Doâ
Pairing: Andrew Graves x Reader
Prompt: Falling asleep isnât always easy, but donât worry, Andrew is there to help.
Note: This does have smut! Ooc Andrew (a bit). This is kind of short but I probably will rewrite it later and make it longer. NOT PROOFREAD
The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting a warm light over the figures nestled under the covers. Andrew Graves, with his tousled hair and sleepy eyes, lay on his side facing you, a gentle smile playing on his lips.
"Can't sleep?" he whispered, his voice a soothing balm in the quiet of the night.
You shook your head, the day's worries still buzzing like distant bees in your mind. "It's one of those nights," you admitted, feeling the weight of exhaustion without the sweet release of sleep.
Andrew reached out, his hand finding yours under the sheets, fingers intertwining with a comforting familiarity. "Let's talk about something nice then," he suggested, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand.
You thought for a moment, the presence of Andrew beside you already easing the tension in your shoulders. "Remember the day we spent at the beach last summer?" you started, a fond memory surfacing amidst the sea of thoughts.
A soft chuckle escaped Andrew's lips. "How could I forget? You were determined to build the biggest sandcastle the shore had ever seen."
"And you were determined to help, even though it kept collapsing," you added, the memory bringing a smile to your face.
The conversation flowed easily, each word a stitch in the fabric of your shared comfort. As the conversation fades into comfortable silence, you lean your head against Andrewâs chest, feeling his steady heartbeat. His fingers start to trace gentle patterns along your back, sending shivers down your spine. You snuggle closer, seeking comfort and warmth in his embrace.
After a few seconds of listening to his heartbeat, you look up. Andrewâs eyes sparkle with love and adoration as he leans in to press a soft kiss against your lips. Then another. And another. And another. You giggled a bit as he kept lightly kissing you, moving from your lips to all over your face.
The more he kissed you, the more intense the kisses became. Each one lasted longer than the previous one, and each one had a bit more passion to them. His breathing soon became strained, as he whispered to you.
âI know something that would help us sleepâ
You immediately knew what he was referring to and became flushed but you didnât pull away.
Ë ŕźâś âď˝ĄË ââˇË ŕźâś âď˝ĄË ââˇË ŕźâś âď˝ĄË ââˇ
Your walls clenched, as you felt him grinding against you. Slick coaxed your entrance and you felt yourself start to lose focus on what was happening. He seemed to notice and called out to you.
âHey, keep your eyes on me, okay?â You nodded just as he slipped into you. His thrusts had your breath hitching while he groaned in pleasure. You tried raising your hips, only to have one of his hands push your hips back down. âLet me do all the work tonight. You deserve it.â
He then leaned down and placed wet kisses against your chest and collarbone causing you to shiver. His kisses soon traveled upward, and he ended up placing a few along your jawline.
His thrusts soon became more frequent, each one having both of you grow closer to the end. Exhaling in short breaths, you wrapped your legs around Andrewâs waist pulling him even closer to you.
Your vision then became blurred as you felt yourself release, crying out when Andrewâs thrusts didnât stop. âYou feel so goodâ Andrewâs voice cut through the air, âyou donât know what you do to me.â
âAndrewâ you called out his name, looking directly into his eyes, âmake me yours.â
With that he let out his own sound, one that was as sinful as it was beautiful. He then pulled out leaving you to flinch at the feeling.
Wrapping his arms around you, you let out a pleasant sigh as he pulled you in.
âHow are you feeling now?â He asked, voice gentle.
âIâm good, Iâm happy that I got to spend tonight with you like this.â
âMe too⌠me too.â
Ë ŕźâś âď˝ĄË ââˇË ŕźâś âď˝ĄË ââˇË ŕźâś âď˝ĄË â
âUgh! Andy! Y/n! Why did you guys have to next to my room?!â Ashley called out in frustration. You were standing next to Andrew as he tried to explain.
âY/n had trouble falling asleep and besides where did you expect us to do it? Out in the living room?â As the two bickered back and forth, you giggled at them, causing them to look your way. Andrewâs eyes softened and he smiled as he turned to give you a hug and kiss on the cheek. Ashley just groaned and looked away in disgust.
âYou really love each other, don't you?â The two of you looked at each other and smiled.
âYes we really do.â
#andrew graves x reader#andrew x reader#andy and leyley#the coffin of andy and leyley#andrew and ashley#ashley graves#tcoaal#fanfiction#fanfic#smut#fanfic smut#request#andy graves#leyley graves
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Thereâs a Heat Between Us, You Must Admit
Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Plus size!rader
Characters: Plus size!reader, Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton, Daphne Bridgerton, Violet Bridgerton, Mildred âMillieâ Nightington (readerâs cousin), Bernard (the servant), Eloise Bridgerton, Francesca Bridgerton, Gregory Bridgerton, Hyacinth Bridgerton, Simon Bassett, Augie Bassett
Warnings: Anthony is an idiot, the bee scene (mainly from the book scene), drama, Daphne doesnât want to see her friend end up alone, reader gives Anthony the biggest side eye ever, reader and Anthony are idiots, Millie is a sweetheart, reader and Anthony are competitive, the sideburns line was something I learned about, reader is stubborn, Anthony is oddly very emotional in this, reader knows a lot of things, reader doesnât know how to deal with her emotions, pregnancy scare, the pregnancy scare reminds me of a sitcom
Word Count: 13,647
A/N: Readerâs last name is Starlington and also, super excited to have finally finished this one.Â
*1,700 follower celebration post*
Also, Happy Valentineâs day!!
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Sometimes you loved your dear friend Daphne and other times you didn't, right now for example, you don't.Â
Honestly you donât know how this got brought up (again) but youâd wish she would stop; itâs not going to happen even if she wants you to officially join her family.Â
You knew her being the first to marry out of the two of you was going to lead to more of her shenanigans, but this was too much for you.Â
You sigh, setting your cup down to look her in the eyes, âI have no plans on being in this season.âÂ
Her shoulder sagged, âI understand that but-âÂ
âBut, nothing. Daphne, I am more than content with my being staying very much untied to a man. If I happen to meet someone worth it, youâll know.âÂ
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Anthony glances over in your direction and his mind goes elsewhere.Â
Youâre his sisterâs best friend who also became Benedictâs best friend soon after you met the rest of his family.Â
He isnât particularly upset at the fact that youâve managed to befriend his siblings (slightly better than he could) but, thereâs something that keeps bringing a certain idea to the front of his mind.Â
âAre you going to take your turn or continue staring?â Benedict asks.Â
The eldest shrugs off his brotherâs comment.Â
Anthony uses the dreaded âdeath malletâ and once again, manages to pass the others.Â
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Daphne heads towards her siblings before they can scream and shout at her for sitting down instead of taking her turn.Â
You sigh, shoulders sagging because you know she means no harm; you know that but, you canât force yourself to love and care for someone you donât have feelings for.Â
Youâd never admit it (out loud or to her) but there are nights where you do wonder how it would be if you did get married to someone you loved.Â
The concerning part is how her brother sneaks into your mind; not your closest friend, Benedict, or the third oldest, Colin, and of course not, Gregory.Â
No, Anthony is the one to invade your mind and corrupt your dreams with his charming smile and smooth movements.Â
And you would never dare tell Daphne or your cousin of your thoughts; no matter how hard she tries to convince you he feels something for you.Â
You take a deep breath, returning your focus onto the game only to meet a pair of oak brown eyes gazing upon you.Â
You tear your gaze away at the sounds of Violet walking down the stairs, carrying a smiling Augie in her arms earning a smile from you as you observe the happy baby.Â
You glance towards her and offer a polite smile, giving her a moment to settle down in the free chair before turning to focus on the young babe. âHello, Augie,â you greet him with a baby tone and shake his chubby fingers.Â
âHeâs always taken with you,â Violet comments.Â
âI am the one who always manages to search for his mother when he cries for her. Sometimes I believe myself to be a dog.âÂ
She chuckles, âthatâs not it.âÂ
âWhy else would he like me?âÂ
âYou have a natural instinct that he senses. Children know these things.âÂ
âIf thatâs what you say.âÂ
Daphne steps away from the others, wanting to see her child. âShe is right, you know.âÂ
âNot you too,â you groan.Â
âYou will make a fantastic mother.âÂ
âSomeday.âÂ
âIt could happen sooner than one would think.â
âWhat are you planning?âÂ
âNothing.âÂ
Anthony stares back at you once more, observing the way you interact with his dear nephew. As he searches for someone to call wife, his most secretive thoughts keep coming to mind. The more he searches and the longer you stay, the more he finds himself wondering.Â
His mother continues to help him in his search for a wife albeit reluctantly since she finds herself so fond of you. Sheâd never explicitly tell him to pursue you but, she could always kindly ease him into the right direction, which is when his disbelief comes to the surface, truly believing you to feel nothing for him.Â
He knows if he tried to pursue you and it fell through, he will have ruined a lifelong friendship for his family- as he watches Daphne hold her purple mallet for you to take- he realizes he canât pursue you.Â
Not that heâd ever given it any real thought, but heâd never be able to forgive himself if he was the reason, you stopped coming by.Â
You shake your head.Â
She puts it in your hand, persuading you into taking her place so she can attend to Augie.Â
You step down from the seating area with little energy.Â
His sister offers encouraging nods.Â
âI see you finally came to join us,â comments Anthony.Â
You avoid his gaze- you can barely stand beside him. âNot like I wanted to,â you reply.Â
âYouâre scared to lose?âÂ
You scoff, turning to look up at him, âthat is not what I said.âÂ
He smirks, leaning closer to you, âyou didnât have to.âÂ
You narrow your eyes at him, âweâll see whoâs laughing when I win.â You walk away, taking your turn. Youâre satisfied until you sense him behind you.Â
He follows you, âfor someone who didnât want to play earlier, youâve certainly found your spirit.âÂ
âOr was it a trick?â You smirk, glancing at him when the ball rolls through the metal hoop with ease. âYou look nice,â you comment, turning around to walk away.Â
Anthonyâs brows furrow together, his body takes over as he steps closer to you, standing beside you. âWhat do you mean?âÂ
You turn, struggling to find the right words without sending the wrong message. âI only meant you look nice. You know, people- people can actually see your face now.âÂ
He continues to stare at you.Â
âYour sideburns were nice but it- they- people may have assumed you grew them to hide what lies in your heart.â
âAnd what do you think lies there?â The words escape him before he could process his thoughts.Â
âI believe the love for your family and future wife is there, along with the care and compassion you hold for them. I do have to admit, I am a bit glad you shaved.âÂ
He tilts his head, âand why is that?âÂ
âI was afraid you would have continued growing them and at some point, they would connect,â you use both hands the gesture from your sideburns to your upper lip, âand you would look as though you were wearing a mask of sorts,â you say with one hundred percent seriousness until you think about it and snicker, covering your face with your hand.Â
Anthony is also unable to keep himself collected and joins in. He straightens his posture, âwhat of you?âÂ
You take a deep breath, fanning yourself. "What of me, for what?âÂ
âWhat do you think lies in your heart?âÂ
âThe same as you, I suppose. Love and compassion for my family and the few friends I have.âÂ
âWhat about me?â He asks before he can stop himself.Â
âWhat?â You donât know what to think.Â
âI-â He walks past you, placing his mallet back into place before exiting, wandering to the garden. He needs to get as far away from you as he can in order to clear his mind.Â
You donât understand whatâs happened and place your mallet beside his before chasing after him.Â
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He stares at you, half listening to you and his attention moves elsewhere.Â
âAre you even listening to me?â You stare at him, wanting to understand him. Youâre too into your thoughts to hear the faint buzz.Â
The noise sends a shiver down his spine, he knows the noise too well; his nightmares (if he can remember any) always start with the faint buzz.Â
He doesnât move as he searches for it. Sadly, for the eldest child, he doesnât have to search for long as the small, striped animal floats around you. He prays to whoever is listening to hear his silent prayers for it doesnât sting you; he canât lose someone else to the blasted creature.Â
âAnthony?â You ask, glancing down when you feel something land on you. You realize why he canât look away. âHey, itâs alright.âÂ
He canât focus on your words, his mind rattled with the memory of his late father. âDonât move,â his voice is low and shaky.
âI know, itâs a bee but, it wonât hurt me as long as I-â you close your eyes due to the discomfort you get from the sting, and it sends him into a whirlwind. âIâll be alright,â you say, still trying to reassure him. You open your eyes to see how pale heâs gotten.Â
He invades your personal space, grasping onto your arms. âAre- are you-â He glances back and forth between your face and your wound. His voice is low, far too low for you to understand what it is he is trying to say but you swear you hear him mutter something along the lines of, âdonât move'' repeatedly.Â
You know you must calm him down before he can do anything. You reach for him, placing a hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at you. âBreathe, Anthony. I need you to breathe.âÂ
He canât say anything, almost as if heâs choking on air. Images of his father invade his mind, filling him with worry and dread.Â
You can see he is close to tears. Your voice draws him out of his thoughts. âI promise you. I hope you know I wouldnât lie to you. Iâm fine but I will still have a doctor come and look at it so that it may heal properly. Iâm right here. Iâm here with you.âÂ
Anthonyâs hands grip your biceps, he notices how swollen the sting site has become.Â
âIt stung me, but I am not hurting. This has happened before. I will be fine.âÂ
None of your reassurances are having any effect on him.Â
The image of his father taking his last breath in his motherâs arm is enough to make lean in to suck the venom out.Â
âAnthony?! What are you-â You cut yourself off at the feeling of his shaky hands trying to remove the stinger. âAnthony, you must stop.âÂ
âShut up,â he hisses, trying to stay focused on keeping you healthy (and alive) while fighting to keep his fatherâs death out of his mind.Â
You take deep breaths, you try to push him away, but he is insistent and stronger than you. âI am fine, I just need to see a doctor and I-âÂ
âWould you be quiet,â he finally lifts his head to look up at you.Â
You gulp, âI know- I know what tragedy has happened in your family but, today will not be the same for me.âÂ
He doesnât listen and continues to squeeze the area.Â
You gasp, eyes widening at the feeling of his hands being so close to your breast. This has gone too far; you must stop this before someone sees. âAnthony,â you place your hands on his chest to push him away once more.Â
âStop it,â he shoves your arms off him. âLet me get rid of the venom.âÂ
âThere is a doctor who can do this and-âÂ
âThe doctor is not here. I am.â He stops squeezing when some liquid begins to spill out of the wound.Â
You look down, finding the trail of liquid, âsee, you did it. Now, I am going inside to-âÂ
Anthony pulls out a handkerchief, wiping away the trail. âItâs not all of it.âÂ
You wrap your hand around his wrist, stopping him from patting you dry. âYou must stop this, Anthony. If anything were to have happened, it would have happened already.â
âThere is still more,â he mutters, staring at the irritated area.Â
âYou need to stop.âÂ
âI havenât gotten all of it,â he turns, staring at you.Â
âWhatever it is youâre thinking of doing. Donât.âÂ
âI have to get the venom out before it kills you.âÂ
âIt wonât kill me-â you gasp, seeing the determination in him as he leans forward. You place your hand on his shoulder, keeping his head away but fail to remove his hand.Â
The click clack of womenâs shoes against the rock pathway alerts you, but you feel as though you canât move.Â
A gasp makes you turn to find his mother alongside your cousin, Mildred (Millie for short), staring at the two of you with shocked expressions.Â
Your heart rate increases and gain enough strength to fully shove him away from you, knowing how this looks.Â
He glances up at you with a confused expression.Â
âAnthony?â Violet calls out.Â
His brows furrow further, he looks over your shoulder, âmother?âÂ
âWhat is going here?âÂ
âShe was stung by a- a bee.âÂ
âA bee?âÂ
âYes, a bee. Iâd told him repeatedly I was fine. Iâve dealt with being stung before,â you say, struggling to keep yourself together.Â
âYou were stung by a bee and the boy found himself attached to you?â Mildred raises a brow.Â
âDonât look at me like that, Millie.âÂ
âIâm not, Iâm wondering how you think this can be kept quiet.âÂ
âKept quiet?â You repeat quietly to yourself.Â
âNeither of us would repeat a word of what occurred today,â he argues.Â
âThat doesnât mean anything for a womanâs reputation,â Mildred says with an attitude.Â
âYou do realize anyone could walk out here and spot the two of you, donât you?âÂ
He doesnât say anything.Â
âDonât you?âÂ
He grits his teeth, âI do.âÂ
âYou should consider yourself lucky that it was us who found you and no one else, rake.âÂ
âThatâs enough now, Mildred,â Violet intervenes. âLetâs,â she takes a deep breath, âletâs go inside and talk about this further. Lady Starlington needs to be seen by a doctor.âÂ
You canât stand to be there any longer and turn away from him, walking past the two ladies and Anthony; your pace speeds up before you know it, youâre sprinting back to Audrey Hall.Â
Mildred sighs, ânow what are we to do?â
âWe will all walk back and discuss this,â Violet says.Â
âOf course, we are but, what am I to tell my parents? Theyâll be curious to know why their nieceâs name is in a Lady Whistledown column.âÂ
Anthony grunts, taking a step towards the two. He passes by them and quickly announces, âwe will marry before the end of the season.âÂ
âDid he say what I think he did?â asks Mildred, watching his figure walk away with wide eyes.Â
Violet sighs, shaking her head, âI believe he did.âÂ
âDid I do the right thing?âÂ
The mother of the family stops, turning to face your cousin, âwhat do you mean?âÂ
âI- I basically pushed themselves together into this potentially unhappy marriage. I know I sometimes I canât keep my comments to myself but, I swear I had good intentions. It's just- when we came around the corner to see that I- I worry about her. I fear I may have ruined my relationship with the two.âÂ
âI canât give you an exact answer but, I can say that as long as you have your cousinâs interest and happiness in mind, the most you can do is hope for the best. They are both emotionally driven people, even if neither wishes to admit it. This will be hard for them, and it may be a test.âÂ
âA test?â
âTo see if they will make good of their marriage. You and I, as well as my other children, have come to realize how they connect with one another. They canât see it for themselves but there is something there and now is the time for them to see it.âÂ
âI suppose so. What if they canât make it work?âÂ
âThen I fear they will be in a miserable marriage.âÂ
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No one else disturbed you after the doctor left.Â
You sit at the edge of the bed, your vision blurs; you cover your mouth with shaky hands. You donât want others to hear if they happen to be walking by. You cry, struggling to catch your breath.Â
Everything youâve been feeling with the last few days is slowly escaping you. Your mother is requesting to visit and marriage situation with Anthony; itâs too much.Â
You take deep breaths, aiming to calm yourself down.Â
Maybe it would be better if you left and went home or maybe somewhere far from here.
A knock disturbs you from your thoughts.Â
You wipe your cheeks, hoping whoever it is will go away but fail as another knock comes through. You take a deep breath and open the door, âViscount Bridgerton?âÂ
He lifts his gaze off the floor, âwhat happened to Anthony?âÂ
Any curiosity falls from your expression, âyour making light of the situation?âÂ
He shakes his head, âI would never.âÂ
âI think youâve done enough today. Itâs almost time for bed.âÂ
He takes a step closer to the door, his hand inches away from being crushed, âI,â he sighs, taking a step back, removing his hand from the door. âI have come to ask if you would have dinner with me.âÂ
âWith you?âÂ
âI think it would be wise if we talked before anything becomes⌠official.âÂ
âNow?âÂ
âAre you going to use full sentences any time soon?âÂ
âWhy should I? Is it bothering you?âÂ
âNevermind that. Are you going to join me or not?âÂ
âWill there be someone else there?âÂ
He gives you a reluctant nod, âyes, your dearest cousin, Mildred.âÂ
âIâll be down in a moment. I will meet you there.â
âIâll wait here.âÂ
âDo you have to?â
âNo but, I think it might be good practice for us.âÂ
âPractice,â you mumble and shut the door. You walk over to the vanity, staring at yourself, wondering how you got into this situation. You snatch the extra handkerchief and pat your face, removing any evidence of your despair.Â
You take careful steps toward the door and exit, Anthony leaning against the wall across from your room. He holds his arm out for you to hold.Â
You shake your head.Â
âDonât you think youâve touched her enough today?âÂ
He sighs, âMildred.âÂ
âWho else would it be?â She interlocks your arms together, pulling you ahead of the eldest Bridgerton. âCome on.âÂ
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âDo either of you know how to use it?â Anthony asks, staring at the stove.Â
Mildred shakes her head, âthe maids are always around to do it.âÂ
âBoth of you sit down,â you say.Â
âDo you know how to work this?â he asks, sounding surprised.Â
âI do. Itâs too late for us to have a full meal, instead we can have a glass of warm milk.âÂ
They sit at the table in the corner of the room.Â
Anthony watches as you move gracefully around the kitchen.
âIf you keep staring, sheâll catch you.âÂ
He turns to her, âwhat?âÂ
âYouâre staring.âÂ
âNo, I wasnât,â he denies.Â
âYou can lie all you want but I know you care for her. Perhaps, you always have and never wanted to admit it before and the whole bee situation was a ruse so that you could stop being a ninny and marry her instead.âÂ
His jaw drops, he doesnât know how to respond. âI did not-âÂ
She waves him off, âdo not lie Anthony, I know you love her and have for some time now, only you must realize it now than later in your marriage. I do not want her⌠or you to be unhappy. Oddly enough, I seem to care for you but, obviously not the same way she does you.âÂ
He scoffs through his nose, muttering to himself, âobviously.âÂ
You place the glass of milk in front of the two, interrupting their conversation. âDonât tell me youâve decided to marry my cousin instead.âÂ
Anthony nearly chokes on the liquid, setting the glass down and snatches the handkerchief you hold out for him.
He wipes his chin, âwhat makes you think I would want to marry, Mildred.âÂ
She scoffs, âyouâd be lucky to have me, Bridgerton.âÂ
He narrows his eyes to her.Â
âIâll be just outside this door, leaving the two of you talk and nothing else.â
You furrow your brows, âwait. Mil-âÂ
She waves to you.Â
You take a deep breath, not wanting to face him.Â
It was different when he wasn't paying attention to you and rather his own life, but now... you hope he doesn't want to talk.Â
"We should- we should talk."Â
Everything in your screams to not run away and hide, even though it sounds like it would be the better option right now.Â
"How are you?"Â
"I would be happier if I was marrying for love and not because of your concern over my virtue," you mumble.Â
He overhears and sighs. âDonât-âÂ
âNo, I understand. Truly I do, just- I need- itâs late. Apologies for keeping you up.â You grab the skirts of your dress and walk out.Â
Mildred watches as you run away. She spins around and stands in the doorway. âWhat did you do?âÂ
âMe- I-âÂ
She sighs. âJust shut up.âÂ
He sighs and slumps in the chair. Mildred storms into the room after you.Â
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âWhat happened?âÂ
âNothing.â You take a deep breath, hunched over your vanity.Â
âYou know, you two act as a married couple who have known each other for too long and no longer know how to act lovingly around one another.âÂ
âYou are wrong, cousin. He is- he is the scum- the scum that rests at the bottom of my shoe. Why would I ever marry someone like that? Much less that Bridgerton, I mean, Colin would be a better option and I donât like him as much as I do Benedict.â You keep your head down, âpeople marry for less.âÂ
âI wish to marry for love, if it ever decides to come my way but until then I will deal with him marrying the only person, I care about that is close to my age.âÂ
âSo, you care enough about me to marry me off?âÂ
âDonât phrase it in such a way that makes me the bad guy,â she throws herself onto your bed.Â
âGo to bed. I will be fine, Millie.âÂ
She props herself up on her elbows. âAre you sure?â
âI am. Please,â you look up and turn around, putting on a brave face. âI promise you. I will be fine.âÂ
âIf youâre sure-âÂ
âWhich I am. Goodnight, Millie.âÂ
She sighs and steps outside of the room, ânight.âÂ
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âGood morning.âÂ
You donât respond to Mildred.Â
âAre you ignoring me?âÂ
âI am simply showing you the way my soon-to-be husband will treat me.âÂ
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âIt has already begun. I awoke early and decided I wanted to speak to him after thinking about it all. I say hi but he does not.â You shrug, "it doesn't matter now."Â
"It does though. Let me," she sighs. "Let me speak with him. I can- I can fix this."Â
"No," you say. âI donât want you to be in the middle any more than you have.âÂ
âAlright... now onto more pressing matters.âÂ
âSuch as?âÂ
âYour plans for the wedding?âÂ
âOh, right.â You continue to stare out the window.Â
âAre you sure you're alright?âÂ
âI just-âÂ
Anthony stops himself from knocking on the door and decides to listen.Â
âI thought when I was to marry, I would marry for love not because I need my virtue protected or saved."Â
"If he didn't agree to this-"Â
"I would be a spinster."Â
"That is how I will live my life," Mildred grabs your hand and gains your attention.Â
Anthony takes his leave, unable to stay there any longer.Â
âThat is not how I want you to live your life. I want you to be the one to have another you can call upon if there is something the matter because I wonât always be there and I need to know that you are protected before I leave.âÂ
âYouâre leaving?âÂ
She sighs. âThis isnât how I wanted you to find out but yes. A week after youâve been married, I plan on traveling the world.âÂ
âYour childhood dream.âÂ
âPrecisely.âÂ
"I- what if I'm not good enough to," you wave your hand around. "This."
"This what? I'm not sure I understand."Â
"What if- what if I am not fit to be a wife. I mean," you push yourself out of the chair and pace around the room. "I don't want him to be disappointed in the person he is to call wife. I don't want to be in a marriage of..."Â
"Regret?"Â
"Precisely."Â
She stops you by placing a hand on your wrists, ânow is the time for us to plan your wedding. Violet and Anthony have been sitting in the tearoom since I came in here.âÂ
âSheâs- theyâre- why didnât you tell me?â You rush out the door.Â
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You clean yourself up outside the door and nod to your servant, Bernard, to open the doors. You nervously smile at both.Â
Violet pops up from the chair closest to the window. âHow are you?âÂ
âOh- uh- Iâm,â you glance to the side and stare at her eldest, who locks eyes with you.Â
âI mean from the- well, you know,â she struggles to say.Â
You let out a breath of relief, âah, yes. I do. I am- I am fine. Iâm just happy that everyone else is fine.âÂ
She smiles, âthat is kind of you to say, but unnecessary.âÂ
âI hear you came to talk about our upcoming⌠event.âÂ
âIs that what Mildred told you?âÂ
You furrow your brows, âis that not what youâre here to discuss?âÂ
Anthony pushes himself off the couch. âNot yet. Mother, if youâd excuse us.âÂ
âAnthony, I donât-âÂ
He gives her a look.Â
"We will be right outside this door."Â
"What did you want to discuss?"Â
"If we are to marry, we should have stipulations."Â
"You think I'll be so horrible that we need rules?"Â
"Not you. I believe if we have these, we'll have a better understanding of what should come from this marriage."Â
"Why don't I just stay by your side and show my face when you need me to so you can look like the perfect husband? Would that make things easier?"Â
He sighs. "That is one of the things we need to discuss, which events you'd prefer to come to."Â
"Oh, I get to choose those?"Â
"Please stop. I am trying to make this as easy as I can."Â
You clench your fists. "How am I supposed to be okay with this?"Â
âItâs my fault and I am trying to make up for that.âÂ
You pause, âyour fault?âÂ
He nods, âyes, it was- it was me who... couldnât.âÂ
You step forward and place your hand on his, drawing his attention onto you. âIt is not your fault when something so devastating comes to mind and you do all you can to prevent another. I do not blame you, but you must understand that I do not want to be one of those ladies.âÂ
âWho?â The only word he can get out as he studies you.Â
Your compassion shifts into something of annoyance, one he knows too well. âYou know who, someone who wants to be like Penelopeâs mother or maybe even... all of the other ladies,â you chuckle, proud of the joke you made.
"I'm glad you can make jokes at a time like this."Â
You roll your eyes, "oh hush, I am still upset about pretending to be a perfect housewife for the one man every woman dreams of being with."Â
"Are you included?"Â
Your mouth agape as you stare at him.Â
"You two haven't maimed each other, perfect."Â
"Millie," you pinch the bridge of your nose.Â
"Oh, don't act so coy now."Â
You roll your eyes and sit down, waiting to hear what Anthony and his mother have to say. You pace along the floor, finding it to be quieter here than in the tearoom with the others, even if they werenât talking it was still too loud. You know thereâs no alternative for whatâs transpired between you and your soon to be husband, but it still hurts knowing he will never love you the way-Â
âAre you alright?â Daphneâs voice draws you out of your thoughts.Â
You give her a small smile and hope she doesnât poke further.Â
âI know this isnât how it was supposed to happen but there is one good thing about your marriage.âÂ
You scoff, âand what, pray tell, is that?âÂ
âI finally can call you sister.âÂ
You try not to show how happy that makes you, not wanting her to know she was right. âThank you.âÂ
She drags you over to the piano.Â
âI still donât understand why you have many so pianos.âÂ
She shrugs, âfor moments like this, maybe?âÂ
âAre you waiting for me to play?âÂ
She nods, âof course, I am. You were always much better than I was.âÂ
âI was not.âÂ
âShow me then. Show me how awful you play, and I will not ask you again.â
You donât know how long you had been playing for, but it was something you missed- not having a piano in your own home, you didnât realize how long it had been.Â
You usually prefer to play when no one is watching but having Daphne by your side was nice, she always knew how to help calm you before things could get worse; everyone knew of your fatherâs temper, and no one wants to face that through his only daughter.Â
Anthony raises his hand to knock on the door but pauses as he listens, he doesnât realize Daphne had learned a new piece. He slowly opens the door and finds you playing instead.Â
âWhen did you learn how to play?â He wonders.Â
Or maybe it was, you had always known, and he was too into his fantasies that he forgot to pay attention to the true version of you.Â
Just when he was hoping to learn something horrible about you; youâre becoming more and more like his...Â
âI didnât know you played.âÂ
You open your eyes and glance up at him, standing up as quickly as you can. âI donât.âÂ
He furrows his brows, âthatâs not what I heard.âÂ
âThat- that was nothing.âÂ
âWhy are you lying?âÂ
âI prefer to keep this information to myself so if you could kindly pretend you didnât hear anything, thatâd be best.â You exit the room, knowing youâve leftÂ
Anthony in a wave of confusion. âWhat was that about?âÂ
âShe doesnât like others to know of her talents because she knows theyâll ask her to perform one of them.â
âHer mother.â He finally understands.Â
âAnd her aunt.âÂ
Now he truly gets it. "Is this what you two would do while I was out with mother?"Â
She shrugs and pushes the seat back. "Perhaps, or maybe you were never around long enough to learn about her even though you're entranced by her."Â
He stutters, unsure of where she could have gotten that idea. "What?"Â
She quickly hides her amusement before he can see. "Nothing. Goodnight Anthony."Â
He tries to stop her, but she ignores him, offering an excuse for needing to put Augie to bed. He wonders what else he doesnât know.Â
You pace back and forth in front of his office door; this isnât something you can do in person, is it? You sigh and wonder if itâs a wise choice to be doing this at all.Â
You slip the letter under his door and take a step back. âThat wasnât so hard.â You turn around and briskly walk down the hallway, hoping he doesnât see that it was you who was there.
Something moving in the corner of his eye piqued his interest and moved closer to figure out what it was. He picks up the letter and opens the door, seeing someoneâs figure turning the corner before losing sight of them.Â
He closes the door and opens the letter, wondering what you could have said when youâve already said plenty.Â
Dear Bridgerton,Â
IÂ I want to start off by apologizing for my outbursts, you donât deserve them, and they are not aimed at you, but you happen to be the person I am talking to and... This is not how I expected the season to begin or end and Iâm sure you didnât either but if there is someone I were to marry, Iâm happy itâd be you... because I trust you. I will do all that I can to be the perfect wife for you and if not, I apologize in advance.Â
Sincerely, Your annoying soon to be wifeÂ
The next day came, and you didn't know how to act.Â
You sit between Daphne and Mildred when he enters.Â
He sits in front of you and nods, acknowledging you, which you return.Â
The girls beside you don't know how to react, each staring at the other with a raised brow.Â
You two talked with his mother about the decisions for your wedding.Â
"Have you two discussed what you want?"Â
Anthony opens his mouth to answer but finds himself without an answer.Â
"Everyone will talk, and it will no doubt be in Lady Whistledown's column, but it would be preferred if we had a small ceremony, family only."Â
You donât look up from your plate. Violet nods, listening intently. "I will use the dress my mother made when I was born, it'll save us time on getting a dress. The flowers can be your choice."Â
"And after?"Â
You turn to her, "it'd be smart to hold a small reception after all though it will increase because everyone will want to see who married the handsome and fortunate viscount."
You push yourself out of the chair. "I apologize but I realized I promised to spend time with the girls before we go out for our shopping trip."Â
"What just happened?"Â
"Have you two talked about anything regarding your wedding?" Violet asks her son.Â
"Every time we discuss something-"Â
"No, have you sat down and discussed what you two are to do? Who will be there? Anything that a soon to be husband and wife should discuss?"Â
His shoulders sag. "No."Â
"I want you to go in my place."Â
"What? Why?"Â
"It will give you two a moment to talk and prepare for the future hardships you two will face as a couple. Raise her spirits. She got a letter from her mother, saying she will not be able to attend. Perhaps that is why she is so uninterested today."Â
"She- how do you know?"Â
"I'm your mother, I know more than you would think."Â
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Anthony waiting by the door frightened you. âAre you joining us?âÂ
âIâm here in place of my mother.âÂ
It takes you a few seconds to process what he said. âYou are?âÂ
He nods. âShall we?âÂ
You close your eyes and take a deep breath.Â
The failed whispering voices of the women around you, annoys you to the point where Anthony feels that he needs to do something. âIs there anything that has caught your interest?âÂ
You shake your head.Â
âLetâs go. I know somewhere we can have a better time, away from the whispers of these women.â He leans in, whispering into your ear, âtheyâre jealous of you.âÂ
You cover your mouth to hide your amusement, not wanting him to know heâs helping lift your spirits. You two exit the shop and return to the Bridgerton home. âWhy are we back here?âÂ
âWe are going to have a drink.âÂ
âWith your family? Couldnât we do that any day we wanted to?âÂ
He holds his hand out for you to take, which you do. âAlthough that may be true, thatâs not what I had in mind.â He places his arms behind his back, clenching his fist not wanting you to see the control you have over him. âWeâre going to spend time in my office.âÂ
âOh? Iâm invited in, I feel so special.âÂ
âYou should, very few are allowed in here, especially when Iâm working.âÂ
âOf course. The head of the house needs quiet or else.â
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âI see going out has helped you.âÂ
You watch as he fills the glass for you before grabbing it and swallowing it in one gulp. âYou could say that.â You scrunch your nose at the sensation, maybe doing that was a bad idea.Â
He takes a seat in his chair.Â
âCould I ask you something?âÂ
He nods, staring at you over the glass as he takes a sip.Â
âDid your mother inform of the one guest we wonât be seeing at our wedding?âÂ
He slowly sets the glass down before returning his gaze to you. âShe may have mentioned it.âÂ
âIs that why you came with me today because she told you to and not because you wanted to?âÂ
âShe may have said she thought it was best if I take her place, but it was initially my choice to go.âÂ
âYouâre not lying?âÂ
âWhat would I gain from lying to you?âÂ
You sit up and reach for the bottle, filling your glass. âA relationship built on a lie.âÂ
He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. âAre you trying to make this harder than it needs to be?âÂ
âI canât just- you canât honestly expect me to ignore that we are marrying one another when you never wanted to marry and I hoped that when it happened, itâd be with someone who loved me.âÂ
Heâs out of his chair before you realize heâs now sitting in the chair beside you. âWhat will it take for you to stop saying that?âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
He leans in closer. âWhy do you think I could never love you?âÂ
âI-â You gulp. âYou have spoken before that you never want to marry, what else am I to think?âÂ
âHow do you know I couldnât change? What if something comes of this relationship?â
Your breath hitches and you continue staring him in his eyes. âI suppose weâll have to cross that bridge if we get to it.â You set the glass down and rush for the door, âIâll take my leave now. Iâm feeling quite tired after our outing.âÂ
He grabs your wrist, pulling you back in before you could open the door. âIâm sorry.âÂ
âNo, Iâm sorry. I shouldnât have pressured you into answering my questions.âÂ
âWhat if I enjoyed them?âÂ
You turn to face him with a small smile. âThen I am concerned for your being.âÂ
âDonât worry about me.âÂ
âBe honest, did you mother tell you about my mother is not coming?âÂ
âNo,â he shakes his head, but you know the truth.Â
âYou donât need to lie on order to preserve myself, itâs okay.â You sigh, âis it sad that a small part of me wishes for her to be there?âÂ
âNot in the least. Itâs natural for you to want your mother there-âÂ
âItâs not because sheâs my family, I just- I need her to stop pushing marriage onto me.â You pace back and forth, âthis is my way to prove her wrong but that makes me feel worse because it makes me seem as though Iâm being a bad daughter.âÂ
âYouâre not,â he disagrees with you. âThat is anything but you being a bad daughter. If anything, sheâs- sheâs scared to lose her daughter to a new family because they know you will be starting a new life, away from her and thatâs why she doesnât want you to help.âÂ
âBut what if-âÂ
His hand slides down your arm as if his hand lingering wasnât enough to drive you mad, he tightens his grip on your hand.Â
You force yourself to focus on his words and not the warmth emanating from him.Â
âStop. All the negative thoughts you have are not going to help you. But listen to this, you are a good daughter, and she should be happy to know her daughter will be taken care of. As long as you are a part of this family you will be taken care of and not have to worry about expectations.âÂ
âI wonât,â you whisper, not meaning to. He shakes his head and gives a small smile. âI promise.âÂ
He realizes heâs been holding onto you this whole time and his arm falls. âCan I walk you back to your room?âÂ
You nod, ignoring the warmth flooding your cheeks. âI would like that.â
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âWill I see you at breakfast tomorrow?âÂ
âYou will, and if I ask you the same question?âÂ
He smiles, âI will be there.âÂ
âGood, I think this is a good start to our future marriage.â You step inside the room.Â
âI am sorry.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âThe marriage⌠and the reason we are to wed.âÂ
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âI lost myself and-âÂ
You shake your head, placing a hand on his chest over his heart. âI do not blame you for something as traumatizing as your fatherâs death. Please know that.âÂ
âBut-âÂ
âAnthony Bridgerton,â you tell him using a stern tone. âStop it. It may not have happened under the best of circumstances, but I am happy that I will be wed to you than some other man. I can at least trust you.â You step back into the doorway, slowly closing the door as you bid him goodnight.Â
He stands there, touching the spot where your hand was until he drops it, straining his hand as he fights to clench it.
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Benedict and Colin happen to be there when he turns the corner.Â
âQuite a show you put on there,â the second eldest says.Â
âYes, youâre whole âIâll be the perfect husbandâ speech was wonderful,â the third eldest chimes in.Â
Anthony scoffs, âwould you two quiet down?â He grabs them by their collars, dragging them into one of their miscellaneous rooms. âWhy arenât you two out?âÂ
âHow could we be out when youâre here?â Colin asks.Â
âTrying to woo the love of your life,â Benedict adds on.Â
âIâm not- you two are acting like children.âÂ
âUs? Acting like children?â Colin starts, glancing at his brother.Â
âNo,â the artist shakes his head, âI donât think so.âÂ
The soon to be married man glares at his brothers, unsure if he wants to listen further or not but if he doesnât let them continue itâll be worse in the morning. He pinches the bridge of his nose. âIf I let you two continue, will you keep quiet in the morning?âÂ
âMorning?â Colin turns to partner in crime. âWhatâs happening in the morning?âÂ
The artist glances over his older brother and grins, âis the soon to be wed joining his family and future wife for breakfast?âÂ
âWith him being silent, Iâm going to say yes.âÂ
âFinally, you agree with me.âÂ
âI agree with you,â the third eldest argues.Â
âI donât recall.âÂ
âOkay, now that you two are done, Iâm going to bed.âÂ
âTo dream of your wife.âÂ
âShe looked quite nice today, wouldnât you say brother?â Benedict asks.Â
âI dare say, she looks even more radiant since her recent engagement.âÂ
âYou two are done,â Anthony shoves them out of the room. âYou two will not speak of her like that again. She is your friend,â he jabs Benedictâs chest. âAnd your future sister-in-law,â and does the same to Colin. âYou will respect her and not talk like this again, understood?âÂ
âYes, sir.âÂ
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The next morning as soon as you step out of the door, your future husband paces. âYouâre awake.âÂ
âI am, itâs time for breakfast.â You close the door behind you. âShall we go downstairs and join the others?âÂ
âWeâll be the first ones down there.âÂ
âEither way, Iâm going down.âÂ
He holds his arm out for you to take. âShall we?âÂ
You give him a small smile and nod. âAfter breakfast, what are your plans?âÂ
âI have a few things I need to look over but after that Iâm free. What did you have in mind?âÂ
âI planned on going for a walk along the back of your familyâs estate and perhaps we could talk about things.âÂ
âJust the two of us.âÂ
âMildred could join us?âÂ
âIâd rather she not.âÂ
âI donât blame you; sheâs been on a rampage since earlier this week.âÂ
The doors open and his brothers, Daphne and Mildred, are already sitting at the table.Â
âOf course,â he mumbles.Â
âDid you say something?â You ask him.Â
He turns his head towards you, offering a small smile. âNo, itâs nothing.âÂ
The glances between him and his brothers were interesting, intriguing to you and the girls, who also had no clue what was going on.Â
He stands behind your chair, hand resting on your shoulder. âI shall find you after I am done.âÂ
You nod and watch him go.Â
âWell, that was interesting.âÂ
Daphne shushes your cousin.Â
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You lay across the couch, reading another book and were so into it, not even realizing that he had entered the room.Â
He smiles as he steps closer, wondering whatâs going on inside your head, finding you to be more interesting as he observes you reading, compared to his sister. He leans against the back of the couch, bending down to catch your attention.Â
A shadow moving catches your eye and you turn, screaming soon after.Â
You place your hand over your heart, taking deep breaths. âFor heavenâs sake! What was that for?âÂ
âWhat do you mean?â He smirks, arms on around the sides of your body as he stays behind the couch. âWhat are you reading?âÂ
You turn around and cross your arms, âwhy does that concern you?âÂ
âCanât a future husband be curious as to what his future wife is into?âÂ
You glance at him from the corner of your eye. âIs that all?âÂ
âIt is. But thatâs not why Iâm here.â He doesnât say anything else.Â
You get impatient and wave your arms around. âSpit it out. Come on.âÂ
âWe are to marry by the end of the week.âÂ
Your brows raise is surprise, âoh.âÂ
âIs that alright?âÂ
You take a deep breath, âI just- I wasnât expecting it to be so soon but thatâs- okay.â You place the book beside you and stand up, brushing the wrinkles out of the skirts of your dress. âI need to go over some things with your mother.âÂ
The humor falls from his face. âWait- where are you going?âÂ
"I just told you."Â
He follows after you, "I heard you but-" He reaches for you, pulling you back. "Can we talk?"Â
You take a deep breath to calm your beating heart. Why is this happening now? You thought you were over this. Your lips part as you stare at his hand. You shake your head, staring up at him. "I- what do we need to talk about?"Â
"Lady... things."Â Heâs quiet for a moment. "I won't push you but know I'm here to talk if you need someone."Â
"Thank you." You take off, not noticing the way his hand slowly falls or the way he clenches his hand.Â
It's been a long time since he's felt the skin of a woman he was enchanted by, especially one he's to call wife.Â
"Did we catch a moment between you and your beloved?"Â
Anthony sighs, "don't you have charcoal to break for your fruit drawings?"Â
His younger brother puts a hand to his chest, offended by his brother's comment. "I'm hurt, Anthony. Truly, I am but it's not why I'm here."Â
He turns to face the artistic Bridgerton, taking notice of the serious look on his face. "What's wrong?"Â
"Sister."Â
"Which one?"Â
"Not one of ours."Â
He furrows his brows, mouth agape to ask why but realizes who his brother is referring to. "I thought we had taken care of this situation?"Â
"We did but then she decided to cut their trip short and has been calling on you since she arrived today."
"I need you to take care of her. I cannot allow her to ruin my marriage."Â
Benedict nods, "you finally figured out you truly care for her, didn't you?"Â
Anthony chuckles, "I'm not discussing this with you. Call Colin if you need help."Â
"We got it. Go take care of my future sister."Â
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He nods for the doors to be opened. "Good morning, ladies."Â
Your cousin shakes her head, your mother fawns over him while Violet takes a sip of her tea.Â
Your eyes widen at the sight of him.Â
He places a hand on the back of your chair. "I expect you all enjoyed your breakfast before discussing more of the wedding."Â
"Oh, certainly. Your family has been nothing but kind to us, Viscount."Â
You adjust the napkin on your lap to keep you from rolling your eyes at your mother's fake enthusiast tone.Â
Mildred pats your arm, knowing the strained relationship between you and your mother.Â
He notices the tension in your shoulders and wishes he could pull you away from all this madness. "Anything I can help with?"Â
"Oh, heavens no. You have other more important things to take care of. Leave this to us ladies, isn't that, right?"Â
You purse your lips and let out a quiet, "mmhmm."Â
Maybe it was better when she said she couldnât come to the wedding. Yes, you were sad, but it was better than the real thing.Â
Violet glances between you and your mother. "Why don't we let the girls go on a walk with Anthony watching over them?"Â
"But-"Â
"I think this will be good for them. It will give them more time to talk."Â
The woman hesitates to say yes, debating if this is truly a wise decision before making a decision.Â
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You didn't realize how tight you were squeezing Mildred's arm until she let out a whine.Â
Your eyes widen, "oh, Millie. I'm so sorry."Â
"It's fine. I should have known better. I know how crazy she makes you." "This always happens?" You don't look in his direction. Your cousin nods her head, "unfortunately."Â
"Why has she made this unexpected visit?"Â
"She," Mildred pauses, giving herself time to think of a better answer than truth.Â
"She wants to know if I am with child and if the reason, you're marrying me is to save my family's name."Â
Anthony nods, he understands why you preferred planning this with his mother and your cousin. "Should we?"Â
You two glance over in his direction. "What are you implying?"Â
He shrugs, "I merely suggest we pretend as if there is something going on, give your mother something to worry about."Â
"You want her to pretend as if she is with child?"Â
He nods, confirming Mildred's nightmare.Â
"Please tell me you're not thinking of going through with this. Itâs absurd and- oh, no. Now I like it."Â
You glance between the two. "Is this something you two finally agree on?"Â
They stumble for a minute, waiting for the other to argue and tell you no but come to realize you are, in fact, correct.Â
Daphne stumbles upon the three of you and smiles, neither Mildred nor her brother are arguing, and you don't look uncomfortable.Â
"Daphne!" Your cousin waves. "Come, come. We need your knowledge on a subject."Â
She nods, smiling. "May I ask what you need my help with exactly?"Â
"How does one pretend to be with child?"Â
She owlishly blinks, tilting her head staring at the woman as if she's lost her mind. "I'm sorry?"Â
"We are feeding into my aunt's absurd idea of her precious daughter being with child."Â
Anthony purses his lips, finding himself to be offended more than he had been by Mildred's comments. "I'm not the worst option for a father."Â
"Moving on," she waves him off before returning her attention to his sister. "We need information."Â
"And you want to do this?"Â She turns to face you.Â
Your eyes widen slightly, not realizing she was going to ask. "I think it would be... nice to show mother how well her child is without her watchful eye."Â
"And you're sure this is the way to do it?"Â
You shrug, "it's not so much if I think this is okay, it's more like she needs to realize I am my own person and can live a life without her dictating everything for me."Â
Daphen nods, "okay. I will help."Â
Mildred smiles and interlocks her arm with the Bridgerton girl's. "Come, we have much to discuss."Â
You turn to your future husband and raise a brow.Â
He stares at the two, wondering what advice his sister could have to offer before holding his arm out for you to hold onto as you all return to the hall for dinner.Â
"Are you sure about this?"Â
You hum, not having listened to a word he said.Â
"I asked if you're sure about this. Mildred and I were joking, we don't expect you to play along with this idea."Â
"Your kind, but this is something I need to do. She won't listen to reason if I tell her I don't need her help, she'll involve herself, no matter what."Â
"And this is how you'll get her to stop?"Â
You sigh, "we'll see."Â
The dinner was entertaining for most, you felt bad for embarrassing Violet and the Bridgerton name all to get your mother off your back, but you felt there was no other way to stop her from inserting her wants and needs before yours.Â
That was the first night you had a stern talking to from your future mother-in-law and- even though you could have thought of a better way to handle the situation, it felt nice to be taken care of the way a child should, compared to the way your mother raised you.Â
You didnât talk to your cousin or future husband after and went to bed with too much on your mind.Â
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Then came the wedding, it was as lovely as could be even if it was short notice and only family was invited.Â
It came as a surprise to everyone, mainly yourself, when your mother decided it was time to stop and act like a caring parent.Â
She smiled and fixed a piece of hair that was out of place. âI know this isnât the wedding you dreamed about-âÂ
âI didnât dream of a wedding often.âÂ
She sighs, realizing sheâs been putting words in your mouth rather than stopping to listen to you. âI never dreamed of marrying someone I didnât love. If I were to ever get married, Iâd rather it be with someone I could have a future with than someone who would rather be with another.âÂ
"I know."Â
"And you know what else- you know?"Â
She nods, "I've been trying to relive my life through you, and it isn't fair. I'm here to watch you marry the man who will provide, take care of you," she cups your cheeks. "And love you the way you deserve."Â
You shake your head, fighting to keep your composure, not wanting anyone to know of your breakdown. "He doesn't love me."Â
She nods, "he does, you just can't see it."Â
"How-"Â
Your mother shushes you, "it's time."Â
The reality of the situation didn't hit you until it was time to walk down the aisle but with the help of Mildred and Daphne, you were able to overcome it.Â
That was also the only time you've felt the lips of your husband.Â
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Since the wedding it feels as though all the progress you two made was wasted, even Mildred was tired of your constant complaints before and after she left.Â
You sit in the library, biting your nail until it hurts and turn the page; a new habit of yours, one Eloise would be proud of.Â
You started hiding away to read when everyone went off to live their lives now that the beginning of yours has ended started. Youâve been reading more since your cousinsâ departure; it was a tearful morning but you're happy to know sheâs out living her life the way she wants.Â
Then Daphne and Simon left the hall so they could return to their lives in their own home with little Augie.Â
You've tried to go out with Violet and Lady Danbury, but they preferred to ask when you two would expand your family; safe to say you also hide in here for another reason.Â
The youngest Bridgertonâs are swept away for their studies as they continue to grow. Francesca and Eloise are nowhere to be found half the time (hence where you got the idea).Â
You don't know if you'd be able to handle talking to the other two brothers since marrying the eldest. The comments they make at breakfast are enough, going on a walk with them would be too much.Â
Not that you mind the quiet even if it does get lonely at times.Â
You push yourself off the ground, placing the book back in its place only now realizing how dark it had gotten and your candle has died, providing little light to guide you; its barely the size of your thumb and the wick is dying the longer you stay here.Â
You open the door, carefully closing it and wince as the hinges creaking echoes down the hallway. You pause at the sound of footsteps only to hear a familiar girls whisper. "Hyacinth?"Â
She smiles, "what are you doing here?"Â
"I was reading."Â
"In the dark?"Â
You two glance down at your source of light that died as soon as she mentioned it. "The candles died."Â
âCan you take me back to my room?âÂ
You smile and nod, âof course I can.â You grab her hand and try to find your way back to the hallway where her room is.Â
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âFinally, we found it.â You glance down at her, âI told you, we would.âÂ
She smiles up at you with a sleepy expression. âI knew you would.âÂ
You open the door and get her settled into bed before exiting.Â
You wonder what it would be like to have your own child and stop. Are you really thinking about what it would be like to have a child when you havenât seen your husband since your wedding day?Â
You shake your head and continue down the hallway before turning around, realizing you made a wrong turn; you sigh, leaning against the railing, staring at the ballroom floor.Â
You remember the first time you arrived at the hall and saw him. You didnât know why your heartbeat was so fast until your cousin explained it to you.Â
You wonder if he knows how you feel and if thatâs the reason, heâs been avoiding you.Â
âWhat are you doing awake at this hour?âÂ
You spin around and find- âBen!â You cross your arms to cover you.Â
He smiles, âwhat are you doing out of bed and away from your husband?âÂ
You take the jacket he offers you, âIâd rather be reading but my candle died- oh no.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âI left it in your sisterâs room.âÂ
âAh, so youâve seen the whole family other than the one man you should be seeing.âÂ
âQuiet now, Benedict. Unless you want others to know youâve seen your brotherâs wife in her night dress.âÂ
âIt wouldnât be the biggest scandal our family has dealt with.âÂ
You lower your head, rubbing your forehead at his words. âYouâre an idiot. Iâm going to bed.âÂ
Anthony had a rough night and going to bed was something he desperately needed, maybe seeing your figure laying in our shared bed would make him feel better; he always seems to calm down when his eyes land on you.Â
That was something he always enjoyed about you whenever you were around.Â
He stops removing his coat when the door opens, and his brother is behind you while you stay in the doorway with his coat around your shoulders.Â
His brother takes the item from you and takes his leave before Anthony starts asking questions (not before Benedict gives him a suggestive look).Â
He doesnât want to ask- he shouldnât ask, itâs not his place. âSomething I should know about?â He hopes this doesnât lead to a fight.Â
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âWeâre going to pretend as if my brother walking you, my wife, wouldnât be a scandal if we were elsewhere.âÂ
âWhy? Donât you trust me?â You ask, tired of all the games; him avoiding you and now having an interest in you.Â
âDo you know how much it affects me?âÂ
An annoyed sigh escapes him, revealing to you how he feels (about the situation and not yourself). âWhat affects you, sweetheart?âÂ
You ball your fists, âstop calling me that.âÂ
He canât call you such an endearing name when he hasnât been acting like your husband. âThat is what a husband is supposed to call his wife, is it not? A charming word of endearment for a handsome lady, such as yourself.âÂ
âStop talkingâŚâÂ
âWhat else am I to call you? I cannot call you by your name, it would prove-âÂ
âHow little we care for each other.âÂ
âWhat are you talking about?âÂ
âYou. Iâm talking about you.âÂ
âMe?âÂ
âYou are a pest.âÂ
âA pest,â he whispers, finding himself offended.Â
âYou have never once thought of myself in the manner of being oneâs wife but yet you act like this.âÂ
âLike what?âÂ
âLike youâre my husband.âÂ
âAm I not?âÂ
You study him. âYou want to make a big deal out of this when youâve been avoiding me since the wedding? Therefore, you are a pest.âÂ
âI- I havenât- when was I avoiding you?âÂ
âYouâre a terrible liar.âÂ
He struggles to remove his coat and you make your way towards him, helping him.Â
âYour brother found after I helped Hyacinth get back to bed after she found me exiting the library. He didnât want anyone else to see me in such a⌠intimidate manner.âÂ
You stare at him through your lashes. âAnything else you want to add? Maybe,â you place his jacket on the back of the chair before taking a seat at the vanity. You start removing the pins and ribbons keeping your hair up, your tiredness hitting you as you prepare for bed.Â
He sighs, untying his collar. âI wasnât avoiding, Iâve been⌠busy.âÂ
âBusy? Youâve been busy?â You undo the sheets, settling onto your side. âIâm going to sleep until you can come up with another excuse on why youâve been avoiding me.âÂ
âI- believe me when I say I wasnât avoiding you because I- this isnât easy.âÂ
You spring up, glaring at him. âAnd you think this is easy for me?âÂ
âIâm not saying anything about our marriage. I have been,â he pauses, thinking of the right word. âDealing with personal matters, things you shouldnât have to worry about because of a mistake I made in the past. I am trying to protect this because I care about you.âÂ
You gulp, âIâm sorry.âÂ
âWhat was that?âÂ
You roll your eyes, crossing your arms as you stare at the ceiling. âIâm sorry for thinking you were avoiding me but to be fair,â you spring forward, pointing to him. âI- I-â You struggle to speak as you catch the sight of his bare chest.Â
He knows what heâs doing to you and his chest warms at the thought of only you being the one to see him in such an intimate way.Â
You turn away, fiddling with the sheets. âLike I said, Iâm sorry for assuming the worst but considering-â You close your eyes, following the way his lips moved against yours. You push him away, the warmth of his chest lighting a fire within you. âJust because we are married, does not mean you can use your body to change the subject or get me to stop talking about something you donât want to.âÂ
The corner of his smile twitches before he allows himself to smirk.Â
Youâve only ever seen him use this expression with his family, never once was it directed at you.Â
Youâre happy tonight ended the way it has, youâre feeling closer to him, learning more of what makes Anthony Bridgerton tick.Â
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He closes his eyes, chest heaving with every breath he takes. âIâm here.â He pulls away from you.Â
Your hand falls at your side.Â
His figure fades away, leaving you confused.Â
You burst up, confused as to what your dream means and glance beside you, finding him still asleep. You push yourself out of bed, needing the get away for a moment, sitting in the bench underneath the window.Â
You stare at the stars, wondering if there was some way, theyâd be able to respond to your questions. Itâs only been several days since your marriage became official; you still feel as though youâre not and none of is real.Â
You think back to your first kiss you two shared at the altar and the one you shared before going to bed. Your fingertips brush against your lips, relishing the sensation you felt then as it fills you with something you never thought youâd be able to enjoy.Â
âIs this what love is?â You think, staring at the bright moon, knowing it wonât answer you.Â
You glance back at him and wonder if heâll ever love you the way-. You wipe away the stray tear, knowing how much itâd break you if he decided to cheat or leave you entirely.Â
Your greatest fear was thinking youâd end up alone.Â
Now you fear heâd be the one to leave you without looking back.Â
He squints, the moonlight disturbing his slumber. âWhat are you doing up?âÂ
Your head snaps in his direction. âHmm?âÂ
He repeats his question, sitting up in bed, his night shirt wrinkled and slipping off his chest.Â
âI couldnât sleep,â you tell him, not believing your own words. You crawl back into bed when you notice he wonât fully fall asleep until youâre near.Â
As soon as you settle onto your side, his breathing evens out.Â
You lay your head on the pillow, fighting the thoughts you know will keep you awake, feeling youâll need more sleep than anything.Â
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"We need to try for a child."Â
He glances up from his work. "I didn't realize your mother was in town."Â
You narrow your eyes to him, something he is truly fond of even if you are upset with him. "I'm going to pretend as if you didn't say that."Â
You close the door and pace around the floor in front of his desk.Â
âIf you find yourself calm enough to talk, could you repeat what you said when you busted into my office.âÂ
He knows what you said, there's no denying what he's heard but what's got you riled up to bring up such a topic.Â
The wedding was only three weeks prior, he knows of the idle gossip some of the other women enjoy talking amongst each and he's curious as to who said something.Â
He's also been trying to keep himself busier than usual to keep him from staying up too late and thinking of performing such acts upon you. He sets his pen down, giving you his full attention. âWhy are you asking now?âÂ
âIâm not asking,â you argue.Â
Is it such a wise idea to try and push for this? Most likely not but you're too upset over the gossip to think logically.Â
He studies you for a moment, wanting to understand what happened to make you think such a thing.Â
âWhat happened? I mean, you and Daphne went out for a walk, right?âÂ
You pause, trying to understand where heâs getting at before nodding.Â
âWho said something to you?â He raises his brow.Â
âNo one⌠exactly,â you huff, crossing your arms.Â
âI know theyâre expecting me to be with child by now or at least, in the works of trying for a baby and I donât want there to be another Whistledown column with either of our names in it. Itâs not just my reputation that could be ruined, it could be yours or your familyâs this time.âÂ
He canât help but smile at your kind thoughts. âI appreciate the concern and Iâm sure my family would as well, but everything is going to be fine. We donât need to worry about this.âÂ
You continue having your pity party. âIâm glad you seem to think so.â You furrow your brows, thinking about how heâs avoiding the topic. âWhy are you putting this off?âÂ
âPutting what off?âÂ
âYou know what Iâm talking about, donât act as coy as your brothers do when asked about their courtships.âÂ
He doesnât have a way out, does he? A knock on the door alerts him. âI have other business to attend to, Iâll see you at dinner?âÂ
You scoff, âyou pretend as if you want me and need me when we are in our shared room but now that we are out in the open you want nothing to do with me? Tell me, are you just using me for your own gain?âÂ
He sighs, âplease, can we,â he glances at the door to find his brother. âTalk about this another time?âÂ
You nod, offering a fake smile, âof course, husband.âÂ
His attention turns to you once more, âI thought we werenât going to have the normal marriage?âÂ
âIt seems we were both wrong.â You shrug. âGoodnight, husband.â You yank the door open, rushing past Benedict and the guest without looking back.Â
Kate smiles watching as you put yourself further away from the one person she wants. âIt seems you and your bride are having minor troubles, may I?âÂ
Anthony grits his teeth. âWhatâs brought you here, to my familyâs hall, today?âÂ
Her mischievous smile turns into an evil smirk, âIâve come to visit an old friend, after all, didnât you say I was always welcome?âÂ
âThat was before you tried to take my familyâs fortune and run off.âÂ
She plays with the cuff of his coat sleeve. âIf it makes you feel better, I have a husband.âÂ
âThen you should be with him.â He removes her hand from him.Â
If this had happened a year ago, he would be crawling back into her embrace but now that he has you, the only person that can keep him sane; heâs not going to make that mistake.Â
He sits down at his desk, rereading the page he was working on when you came in. He knows heâd be stupid if he fell for her tricks once more and ruined your marriage (and family name).Â
She pouts, not liking the fact that he doesnât want her anymore.Â
âPerhaps you should go back to your home. We must clean up for dinner,â Benedict chimes in.Â
She spins to face the second eldest, âdinner? Iâd love to.â
Anthony pushes himself out of the chair. âThatâs not an invitation.âÂ
âWhy? Are you scared Iâm going to ruin your precious marriage? You truly think Iâd be harsh to do such a thing?âÂ
âWe donât need to think it if we know.âÂ
She smirks in trump, feeling as though sheâs won.Â
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You glance at the two with a sinking feeling in your stomach.Â
Is this the way your marriage is going to end? It took a while before you could remember where you knew her from and as soon as it clicked, you were fidgeting in your seat. Why did he allow her to sit so close to him?Â
She knows he's a married man and doesn't care. Maybe she thinks the marriage is fake and- you aren't worthy enough to be his wife.Â
You push the food around on your plate, your appetite forgotten. You remember the rumors about their relationship but could never be proven since she went back to India with her mother but now that she's back, you don't know what to think.Â
He notices and wishes that she didn't invite herself to join his family tonight.Â
You ask him about expanding the family line and him avoiding the topic entirely because he doesn't want you to feel as though this is a duty the two of you have to do.Â
He remembers when you two were first engaged and how you wanted to marry someone who truly loved you rather than someone marrying you out of a convenience.Â
His heartbeat when you told you should try for a child, he nearly passed out on the spot at the thought of you baring one of his children.Â
He knows you'd make fantastic mother; he doesn't doubt that in the least but since the wedding day he's realized something he should have a long time ago- something Kate is seeing for herself; he truly loves you.Â
Nowhere is it near what she thought they had but she's happy that he has someone who cares for him in more ways than she could.Â
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She bids her farewells before pulling you to the side. "I apologize for intruding on your family dinner, but I think you should know you have nothing to worry about."Â
You furrow your brows. "I'm sorry, what-"Â
She shakes her head. "He loves you in more ways than he ever could care about me. I saw it tonight." She smiles, "all I ask is that you take care of him better than I could. I know you're good for him."Â
You stare at the door as it closes, unsure if anything thatâs just happened is real or if this is a fever dream.Â
âAre you alright?âÂ
You turn to face your husband and gulp. âPerfectly fine, why do you ask?âÂ
âDid- She didnât say anything, did she?âÂ
The blank expression from your face falls and is replaced by one of annoyance. âWhat if she told me something she shouldnât have? Is there something you wanted her to hide from me?âÂ
He shakes his head, âis it too late to say no?âÂ
You scoff, âyouâre an idiot.â You close the door, not caring if it slams shut or not.Â
He stops it before it closes in his face, âIâm sorry I- itâs not true.âÂ
âThen what is? Why do you care whether sheâs told me about yours and her relationship or not? I know about you two. Iâve read the columns and-âÂ
âThatâs what I was worried about. I donât want you to think something that isnât true happened.â He stands behind the chair in front of your vanity. âI donât want you think Iâm a rake when Iâm not, us marrying has changed things-âÂ
âUs getting married is the only reason youâve changed?âÂ
âNo,â he stumbles over his words, something he does more when heâs around you than anyone else heâs ever spoken to. âI-âÂ
You push yourself out of the chair and walk towards the bed. âI donât want to talk about this anymore. I keep pushing and Iâm sorry but right now, I just want to go to sleep.âÂ
âAfter you listen to what I have to say.âÂ
âI have not felt the way I do for anyone else. I- no words can come close to what I feel for you.âÂ
His grip tightens on the back of the chair. âI cannot- cannot breathe when you are near.â He catches your gaze, âyou drive me insane when you try and argue with me. I donât understand how you have vexed me and stolen my every thought. When you are here all I can think of is you, when you go out with my sister, you are the one thing on my mind. I- you, you are the bane of my existence, but I canât seem to keep myself from you.âÂ
You turn around, catching his gaze in the mirror. âWhy are you telling me this?âÂ
He spins around, âso you understand why I have changed. Itâs not because I donât care for you. I care too much about you. I have for a long time which is why I was scared when that bee was near you.â He squeezes his eyes shut. âI was terrified I was going to lose you and I didnât understand why until our marriage.âÂ
âBut- that was days ago.âÂ
âExactly,â he takes a step closer. âIâve been losing my mind trying not to push you into something youâre not ready for. And then, earlier when you came to me, telling me we should try for a child. I didnât know what to think.âÂ
âWhat about Kate?â
He owlishly blinks, trying to understand where youâre coming from. âWhat about her?âÂ
âYouâve been with women before me and Iâve accepted that, but Kate was here, having dinner with your family. Sheâs- sheâs been around town from what Iâve heard being whispered behind my back. She was here and you didnât tell me. You- you say that you love me, but I donât know what to believe when the woman you were in love with, who later broke your heart, returned into your life and you didnât so much as think to tell me. Benedict was more involved than I was!âÂ
You donât know why youâre getting so upset over this, it shouldnât bother you this much since you donât-Â
âI didnât want her to spout lies about me to you and make you think I am not going to be a good husband.â He grabs your hands, âbelieve me when I say she is not relevant. You are my future.âÂ
Your chest heaves with every breath you take. âHow-â Your nose twitches as you purse your lips, collecting your thoughts before you completely explode.Â
âHow what?â He switches between looking into one eye and then the other.Â
âHow could I be blind?âÂ
âTo what?âÂ
âI have loved you since I could understand what the word meant and now you- you-â You gesture to your back, âhelp me with my corset. I cannot breathe.âÂ
He nearly rips your dress off you as he pulls the strings keeping the oxygen from getting into your lungs.Â
You hang your head, trying to keep your emotions at bay.Â
âSweetheartâŚâÂ
You turn around, pointing at him with wet cheeks. âYou have ruined me. You have ruined me for any other man since before my first debutant and have had my heart for just as long and I didnât know it yet.âÂ
He holds his hand out for you, allowing you to take a step closer to him.Â
You accept and stand with a few inches between you two. âYou have bewitched me from the beginning, if you can accept my foolishness and accept me now, I would happily give myself to you only if you can return the feelings.âÂ
âI wouldnât be able to survive if I declined your love.âÂ
For the first time since the wedding, the two of you share a genuine kiss and not one where he tries to use his body to distract you. Itâs one that makes it feel like the worldâs stopped spinning and you two are the only ones in the world.Â
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A knock on the door alerts the two of you.Â
You wince, covering your eyes with your hand before reaching over for him. âAnthony, wake up.âÂ
âIâm coming in and I hope you two are decent.â She groans, âGod, you two are naked. Gross.â Mildred complains loudly to whoever stands outside the door with her. âI thought theyâd at least have the decency to be awake by now.âÂ
You can hear Benedictâs voice, but it comes out all muffled because youâre not fully awake.Â
He opens his eyes and turns his head to find your beautiful face lying beside him, hair in disarray on the pillow. His thumb brushes across your cheekbone. âGood morning, Viscountess Bridgerton.âÂ
You find it hard to resist the urge to smile and open your eyes, staring at him with nothing but love and happiness. You hum, brushing back his hair so it doesnât look as messy, wanting to see more of his handsome face.Â
âGood morning, Viscount Bridgerton.â You remove your hand from his hair, pulling his hand away from your cheek to peck his palm. âWhat do you have planned for today?âÂ
âSpending time with my wife, although I do have to say, I donât think sheâd appreciate me lying in bed with someone as breathtaking as yourself.âÂ
You canât help but smile. âI think if you paid her the same comments you do to me, sheâd understand.âÂ
He sucks in air through his teeth, âI donât know. I think youâd have to meet her to find out the kind of woman she is.âÂ
âI think I know.â You lean against your elbow, meeting him halfway for a morning kiss.Â
âWould you two hurry up? We have plans. I did not come here on a boat to see you two to stay in bed when I have plans with my cousin. Do you hear me, Bridgerton?âÂ
He sighs, flopping back onto his back. âHow could I not?âÂ
You smack his chest before pushing yourself out of bed. âIâll be ready soon. Go downstairs and wait for me, Millie.âÂ
âIf youâre not down here before sunset. Iâm leaving.âÂ
You chuckle to yourself. âOkay.âÂ
He pulls you closer to him, hands resting against your waist, slowly wrapping around you. He kisses the exposed parts of your back before pulling you down, kissing along your shoulders.Â
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âThis cannot be safe.âÂ
âJust because itâs a new corset, doesnât mean itâs not safe.âÂ
âFor the baby.â He ties the strings through the loops. âWhen can we tell them?âÂ
âWhen they wonât freak out.âÂ
âNever, okay.âÂ
You chuckle and spin around, placing your hands on his shoulders. âThey will know soon. Itâll be fine.âÂ
He stares into your eyes. âYouâre lucky I love you.âÂ
âI think thatâs my line.âÂ
âNot today.âÂ
You peck his lips before ordering him to tie the corset. âIâll see you after our walk.âÂ
âDonât overexert yourself.âÂ
âI wonât. Goodbye, âThony.âÂ
His eyes never left yours as youâre dragged away by your cousin.Â
Benedict steps inside. âSomeoneâs happy.âÂ
He shakes his head, ignoring his brother; so happy go feed into the comments.
#Bridgerton#bridgerton imagine#bridgerton imagines#bridgerton fanfiction#bridgerton fanfic#anthony bridgerton#anthony bridgerton imagines#anthony bridgerton imagine#anthony bridgerton x reader#anthony bridgerton x female reader#anthony bridgerton fanfic#anthony bridgerton fanfiction#anthony bridgerton x you#anthony bridgerton x fem!reader#anthony bridgerton x female!reader#Anthony bridgerton x fem reader#anthony bridgerton x plus! size reader#anthony bridgerton x plus size reader#crazyk-imagine#bridgerton x reader#bridgerton x you#bridgerton x plus size reader#bridgerton x plus size!reader
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so what if itoshi rin happens to stop by a cafe during a downpour, expecting it to be just another dingy cafe in the basement with a drink he doesn't even enjoy. fully prepared to book it out the moment the rain stops, rin doesn't pay attention at first to the person who goes up to the stage and sits, carrying a guitar.
but then, he hears your voice at the first pluck of string and he may have fallen in love a bit at the first melody.
of course, it doesn't hit him immediately at first. it begins with him sitting in silence until you finish the last song. then it's him visiting every time he could for two weeks straight. then it's him remembering that you play every wednesday and weekend, noon and evening. then it's you recognizing him after one show and then it's him learning your name as you do his.
and if his team and big brother wonder why he grows calmer and plays many untitled recordingsâgiven by you, made by youâhe will probably punch them out of panic. but, at least he owes them for making him realize that it's a crush, actually.
(or, rin falls in love with you, your song, and more.)
#1
"...that's...you like someone...?" isagi speaks as if he is an incarnation of some demented fish. the moron even gapes like one.
rin tries his best not to reflexively throw the water bottle at hand. he would, if it isn't for a series of loud "the fuck"s and "no way"s that resound through the locker room. there is also a "bitch pay up! rinrin is in love, see?!" that suspiciously sounds like the blonde roach's voice, but honestly rin's biggest concern is his brotherâwho freezes like a statue and goes wide-eyed with a grace of a dying clam.
from the corner of his eyes, sae truly looks like he gets a heart attack and turns out rin still loves him enough to worry. but if the hunch that says that shitty brother is considering either giving pieces of advice or bees-and-birds talk there and then is rightârin is murdering him along with hiori yo who looks way too amused for his own good.
in the end, rin does end up throwing that bottle to isagi's face. rin revels in his pained squawk.
"i don't!" rin shouts, ignoring the creeping heat on his cheeks. for some reason he feels like he is lying but for now, he better socks sae in the face because that motherfucker looks like he is ready to speak.
#2
you sit on the rough surface of the cement stairs. as you take your guitar out of its case, a train of thought walks through your mind. a few months ago, the thought of having someone to sit here with you, enjoying the sunset while you play is a bit too farfetched.
but then rinâthe guy who keeps appearing at the cafe every time you play, the guy who is cool, the good-looking guy, the guy who always listens every time you speak or playâjust enters your life.
rin sits one step below your feet and looks at you so attentively that it makes you feel special. as you adjust the instrument in your hand, you wonder if it's wrong for you to fall simply because of that.
it probably isâa part of you say. but, you know that part too was the one who made you doubt yourself weeks ago, before rin shuts it up with a simple admittance of his preference to your songs.
so, like a fool, you smileâlovesick, too honest, too obviously, "hey, have i ever played a love song for you?"
rin hums, filling in the silence as he seems to try to remember something. shifting his weight to lean on his elbow, he offers you a confident answer, "few times, in the cafe."
"but never in our solo shows, right?" you place your fingers on the strings. the word 'our' comfortably resting in your sentence.
you notice how rin's eyes soften and never have you ever wished that you didn't read things wrongly this much. "yeah," rin says, the orange of the sunset decorating his face in a way that makes you realize how pretty aquamarine suits him.
"then," you hope you will have courage, one day. "that shall be our song today."
notes: this hellsite ate this so out of spite i remade everything. also out of love because rinnie is babey. but yeahârin who falls in love with musician you. the thought of a grumpy guy who listens to acoustic ballad played by his favorite person and cooking down immediately is cute to me. so here you have it, kinda post canon, kinda no plot just coming of age vibe kinda slice of life vibe. plus the thought of chance meeting in a cafe stage is cute. yeah i just think this idea is cute and i got bored in the train. this thing is a few weeks old actually, but. yeah. anyway another blurbs for now ⤠maybe i really should make masterlist for these stuffs đ after the trip myb. but yeah, honestly rin feels soft for me since long ago. esp on the inside. and the thoughts of him getting "special" "only for him" stuffs feels good after all the "sae replacement" stuffs he went thru in canon. i think he is the type who will make you feel special because he really is all in for you. okay yeah my head kinda dizzy maybe i will add something more later. shout out to ms. lau/fey and mbak yu/ra yuni/ta for the songs that play in my head, it makes it better.
#bllk imagines#drabbles#bllk x reader#bllk#blue lock#blue lock fluff#blurbs#blue lock x reader#blue lock scenarios#bllk fluff#blue lock imagines#bllk scenarios#itoshi rin x reader#rin x reader#itoshi rin fluff#ARGH but yeah this published earlier than i thought have this#maybe one day soon#im fixing tags later skdhdh
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here, have a little modern steddie meet-cute. meet-ugly, maybe? idk. 1k words, mostly dialogue
"uber for, uh," the guy in the beemer at the curb looks at the phone in his hand, "eddie m.?"
"hey, that's my name!" eddie shouts, stumbling toward the car. the world is tipping sideways a little, but it's been a good night.
he wrenches open the passenger side door and slides in.
"cool if i sit up front, man? i get motion sickness sitting in the back, and you would not like me when i'm motion sick."
"uh, sure?"
eddie pulls the door closed behind him and says, "so what's your name, pretty boy?"
"you don't check the app before getting into some random guy's car?" the guy asks with a huff.
"oh, no, i never order these things for myself." eddie laughs. he tries to think back, remember how many jameson shots he put back tonight. can't. oh, well. "my roommate always sets it up beforehand when i come down to the styx for a show."
"a show? like a concert?"
"uh, no. drag show. styx is a gay bar." the guy's quiet at that. "that a problem? still dunno your name."
"oh. steve," the guy - steve - says shortly. "no, it just... looks more like a... metal bar, or something."
"sometimes things are both, can you believe it! they do a drag show last wednesday of every month. good show tonight, all the girls looked great." he kicks his feet up on the dashboard of the car, watches steve's eyes cut sideways at them as he does. "do you like drag shows, steve?"
he's testing the waters, feeling steve out to see if he should be worried about getting into some random guy's car outisde a gay bar with a dead phone. eddie's definitely had a little too much tonight. he's probably got glitter in his hair. there's definitely black lipstick smeared across his cheek from when allison chaynz planted one on him earlier during her set.
"only been to a few, but yeah. they're a good time. good show."
safe, then. tentatively.
eddie studies steve for a moment, trying to figure him out. he's got this thing he does sometimes, in an uber; eddie's an easy read - he gets into an uber and the driver immediately flips their spotify over to a metal playlist.
the driver's are usually easy to read too, and it's eddie's favorite game; he tends to know when he's got a country boy behind the wheel, or an emo transplant from the mid aughts, or the indie girlies with their iced coffees and perpetual dark undereye circles that all the concealer in the world can't hide.
the guy looks like he wears teenage boy deodorant and smells like repressed trauma. he has the indie girlie dark circles under his eyes, an apple watch strapped to his wrist. rich boy. drives a beemer. good hair, stupid highlights. there's a tube of burt's bees cherry lip balm in the center console and a days old energy drink in the cupholder.
"hmmm, the front bottoms," he decides at last, after staring at steve for what must have been an uncomfortably long time.
"i'm sorry?"
"i said, the front bottoms."
"is that a... what's the word... a euphemism?"
"no, steeeeve. it's a band. check 'em out sometime, your daddy issues'll thank you. do you like music, steve?"
"sure."
eddie clicks his tongue. "smells like bullshit. no one who likes music says sure when someone asks if they like music."
they're stopped at a stoplight. from behind the wheel, steve is studying him right back, looking him up and down, his gaze coming to rest once again on eddie's shoes on the dash.
"get your feet down," steve says, pushing at eddie's shins. "do you have any idea how dangerous that is?"
"fine, fine. so if you don't listen to music, steve, what do you listen to in this fancy bmw?"
"sports, mostly," steve shrugs. "podcasts sometimes."
"oh, boy, you are a walking red flag, aren't you? shame you're so pretty."
"well what about you? what do you listen to?"
"guess."
"i dunno, probably that metal shit. five finger whatever, or something."
eddie presses his hand to his chest. "five finger - oh, stevie, i am wounded. i wouldn't be caught dead listening to bro rock."
out of the corner of his eye, he definitely catches a smile from steve.
steve holds an aux cable out to him. "here, then. wow me. show me some real metal or whatever."
"god, i'd love to take you up on that," eddie says, huffing out a little laugh. he holds his phone up. "this sucker's been dead for hours."
this time steve's the one to click his tongue. "shame."
"truly. so what's your story, steven? what's got you out at three in the morning?"
"it's my night off," steve shrugs. "just started night shift at the hospital, trying to get used to the new sleep schedule."
"mmm, the hospital. you a nurse?"
"i am. trauma nurse."
"nice. ever see any gnarly injuries?"
"had a pretty fucked up dog bite come in the other night."
"shit."
"yeah." another stoplight, another unsubtle once over from steve. "so what about you? what do you do?"
"line cook."
steve's eyes linger on him a little longer than necessary. "oh, but i'm the walking red flag. got it."
"whoa," eddie laughs. "what's that supposed to mean?"
"i've dated line cooks. everyone's dated a line cook."
"sounds like something a slut would say, steve. craziest dick you've ever had, huh?"
"mmm."
it's not a denial.
they're getting close to eddie's building now, and that's an actual shame. because steve's cute. he needs a haircut maybe, and the stubble around his mouth and chin is just on the wrong side of five o'clock shadow, but he's got these distracting little moles along his face and neck and arm that eddie's been itching to play connect the dots with since he got in the car.
"wait, i know this building," steve says as he slows at the curb and looks at the address on his phone again. "my roommate's girlfriend lives in this building."
it clicks into place, then, for eddie.
"oh, shit! you're robin's steve!"
steve's eyebrows draw together as he gapes at eddie, and then his eyes go wide with realization. "chrissy's ed?"
"eddie," he corrects. "gotta be a level twenty friend to call me ed. and chrissy's the only level twenty friend i'll ever have."
"noted. good to finally meet you, man. i, uh. i guess this is you, then, huh?"
"yeah, sure is. maybe i'll see ya around." eddie goes to get out of the car.
"oh, you will," steve says, his smile lopsided and goofy. "i'll make sure of it."
"hold ya to it," eddie promises with a wink.
steve wiggles his fingers in a flirtatious wave as eddie walks backward on the sidewalk toward his building.
so robin's steve is cute. maybe he should have been letting chrissy set them up this whole time.
still. sports and podcasts. guy's a walking red flag. who knows, maybe they're green. eddie's never been able to see the difference anyway.
#steddie#steddie fic#bee's blurbs#idk what this is honestly#it came to me in a vision#buckingham#if you squint
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cw: 1.3k wc, suggestive, female reader, sex with feelings, mentions of hickeys/bruising, idk what to tell you he's my golden man and i love him so
âYouâre beeing creepyâ
The groan Shoyo emits almost makes you break into a smile, eyes still shut as you hear him scoot a little closer.
âHow did you know?â despite not seeing it, you can envision his pout all the same.
âI can feel your eyes on me, creepâ you feign disapproval. He huffs, as always encouraged by the lack of authenticity in your annoyance.
âDonât be unfairâ despite still being heavy with sleep, Shoyoâs mumur in such close proximity succeeds in giving you goosebumps ânot my fault my girlâs so prettyâ his thumb traces your jaw with a soft touch. Your heart beats a little faster, still having a hard time adjusting to a charm so innate.
âShoyoâ you warn but heâs already burying his face in the curve of your neck, nose grazing your skin.
âI know, I knowâ he petulantly clicks his tongue âbut donât I get to claim you a little after last night?â
With a sigh, you canât help the way your hand reaches into his copper curls to absentmindedly scratch his scalp, a content hum rumbling in his chest at the touch, imposing arm further curling around your waist.
Hinataâs always reckless like that, dangerously dancing around the edge of a precipice that could turn your lives upside down if you as little as took a peek downwards. You can hear it in his voice each time, how he doesnât want to claim you only for one morning. The way heâd be ready to toss away the stupid occasional hookup for something different, for more, heâs always hungry for more in every aspect of his life.
âShoyoâ you playfully tug at the tangerine strands and feel che curve of a smile against your neck âwe have to get upâ
âNot reallyâ he continues his ministrations, slowly sponging kisses over your shoulder âwe donât have to do anything. In fact, we could very well never leave this bed againâ
âYour team and a consistent part of the country would probably have my headâ
âYou could have head too, all you have to do is askâ
âHinataâ
A quiet laugh shakes him.
âFine, put the government name awayâ a pause, you can feel each tense tendril enveloping it âare you still coming today? I said Iâd bring a friendâ
âWill they believe Iâm a friend?â
He props himself up on one elbow, golden eyes ever so slightly hidden by tufts of ginger curls the first thing you see as you finally peel your own eyes open. Thereâs hesitation in his stare, mischief laced into the smile tugging at his lips, but thereâs also candor in his reply.
âThey may not but I promise itâs what I told themâ
You roll your eyes. Who could even believe youâre just friends when he canât keep his hands to himself ever? Theyâre always glued to you somehow, whether youâre strolling through the grocery store or helping a tourist asking for directions. Itâs like Hinata fears youâll drift away if he doesnât make sure youâre anchored to him shomehow. A hand on your shoulder, an arm around your waist, fleeting touches that never leave the small of your back or legs neglected.
And yet Shoyo never oversteps, always makes sure to respect your boundaries and your wishes. If anyone assumes youâre a couple, heâs quick to politely correct them. At the slightest hint of discomfort on your side, he takes a step back and busies himself with any other activity at hand. Itâs why your heart painfully squeezes whenever you look into those big, bright eyes of his. It makes you feel as if youâre wasting his time, or worse, tricking him into entertaining a relationship thatâs not really a relationship. Because of course you like him. But youâre not Shoyo, never scared of anything anymore, always ready to wear his heart on his sleeve. Youâre firm in your belief that he could do better but are still selfish enough to relish in his warmth, for as long as heâs willing to give it to you.
âWhat?â he lightly pokes your cheek, amused, and you realize youâve been staring.
âCan I kiss you?â
Hinata chuckles, cheeks warm as they always get when you timidly let some vulnerability leak through that stubborn facade of self-restraint.
âYou never have to askâ with tenderness, he cups your jaw with one of his giant, warm hands, and cranes his neck to press soft lips to yours. Itâs light, feathery but firm, tongue mildly prodding at the parting of your lips but never pushing in despite you giving him access. Shoyo wants you to remember these moments, the mornings he spends adoring you, the conversations late at night when youâre both too out of breath to fall asleep. He wants you to come back to instances when his sheer devotion shines through, hopes to seal how he actually feels into your skin and mind.
âWe really have to get upâ you whisper into his mouth before pulling away, pretend not to notice how his hand lingers on your face, thumb fondly grazing the corner of your lips âI donât want to be late the first time Iâm meeting your friendsâ
âThey wonât careâ he shrugs off your concerns but knows the perfect bubble he could spend an eternity trapped within has been popped.
âI willâ you grin, peck his lips one last time before swinging your legs over the edge of the bed.
âYouâll also get madâ his pretty face contorts in⌠mirth? Like a kid who knows is about to get caught doing something he shouldnât.
âMad? At your friends? Why, are they sexist or somethinâ?â you haphazardly slip into one of your comfy house dresses and shuffle to the bathroom, more or less convinced you still have some makeup to take off before hopping in the shower.
The reflection that stares back at you in the mirror is nothing short of horrifying. Still in bed, Shoyo gnaws at his bottom lip, awaiting a screech that sure enough explodes right away.
âHinata!â
âIâm sorry!â he screams back, laughter barely contained as he realizes itâs best to get up too, in a silly attempt at containing your nerves.
âYouâre sorry? I canât go out like this! I look like I need to be rushed to the fucking hospital!â you cry out and his reflection, now staring at yours in the mirror, has the nerve to giggle.
âItâs not that bad!â he awkwardly scratches the back of his head âI didnât notice I, uh, overdid itâ
âYou didnât notice you went fucking Edward Cullen on me?!â
âTechnically thatâs not a good comparison, he doesnât really bite her until the fourth-â
âOh god, shut up!â you whine, stepping closer to the mirror to get a better look at the mess that is your neck. Theyâre just everywhere. Scattered just beneath your jaw, along the column of your throat, a couple on the side of your neck in intimidating hues of purple and maroon. They hurt.
âHow about wearing a turtleneck?â he hopes the suggestion placates your fury but it only seems to fuel it.
âItâs 104 degrees outsideâ
âIâm sure some concealerâŚâ
âConcealer isnât going to do shit, it looks like I hooked up with goddamn Draculaâ you almost stomp your foot in frustration and Hinata can barely contain the proud grin threatening to stretch his lips. He steps closer, wraps his arms around your waist and lets you deflate against his chest instead.
âIâm sorryâ he murmurs into the crown of your head, eyes catching yours âyou donât have to come. Iâll tell them you couldnât make itâ
Unhappy, you lean into his touch. âButâŚâ
âHmm?â
âI wanted to meet themâ the confession comes out quietly, just as you avoid his piercing gaze in the mirror. Shoyo swears his heart grows in size as his arms wrap a little tighter around you.
âLet me take care of this, thenâ he murmurs into your hair and you observe him for a moment too long, the way his tan, toned arms compliment your frame a dangerous thought you whisk away.
If his friends think itâs weird that youâre wearing a silk scarf at lunch, theyâre considerate enough to never point it out.
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masterlist | kofi (support me here!)
pairing: joel miller x f!reader
summary: joel has been feeling insecure, finding it hard to come to terms that he's indeed aging. tommy suggests a clever solution: a post-apocalyptic glory hole
word count: 4.8k of pure filth
warnings: minors dni (18+), post-outbreak, joel is 56 here hehe hot old men, insecurities, glory hole, fingering, unsafe piv, slight breeding kink, no pregnancy stuff tho cuz im terrified of that, reader calls him sir, pet name (darling)
note: i decided to create a kofi bcs im a broke college student lol. anyways hope yall enjoy this, do COMMENT and REBLOG if you enjoyed this :)
Joel Miller had always been a man of confidence.
Being left as a single father for Sarah at an early age, heâs been through thick and thin, trying his best to make ends meet so that they wouldnât have to end up in one of those run-down shelters. But never once did he question his ability to attract women.Â
Heâs always had it in him. With a mere glance from his expressive eyes, he can ensnare hearts and leave an everlasting impression on anyone fortunate enough to encounter him. Rugged masculinity and striking refinement; a deathly mix that kept girls swarming after him like bees. After the world descended into chaos, heâs not much different either. Perhaps the bone-deep trauma had left him looking eternally exhausted with sunken eyebags, or that gray filaments started becoming a welcomed addition to his beard, but all in all heâs still charming.
He didnât have to seek, because people seek for him. Joel had plenty of erotic rendezvous in times where society crumbled and the rule of law eroded, more so now that everyday could be his last and he didnât have the privilege to take it slow like a true Southern gentleman. Heâs done it everywhere. Inside a stuffy closet while hiding from a clicking monstrosity, behind a thin wall while her husband sat cluelessly on the other side, and even taking sexual compensation for his little business. Joel Miller wasnât a saint. Neither he one for God and heâd like to make it obvious.
Nowadays though, within the tall foreboding walls of Jackson City, that type of attention has faded away. Heâs no longer getting those longing stares from across the floor, no longer being begged to corrupt just for some extra wad of cards, no longer being flirted and fawned over like a goddamn stud. Joel didnât have any problem with it at first. Heâs growing old. Instead of those naughty strands of white peeking out of his head, heâs now a complete mix of salt and pepper. Instead of just having a fun smile line, forehead rolls and crowsâ feet are now imprinted deep into every crevice. Joel wasnât the man he used to be.Â
Heâs weathered away, he thought, unsuited for fun and adventure.
Perhaps it had something to do with his daughter as well. Even when Ellieâs not from his actual blood, everyone in town viewed her that way. Heâs her father. Thus, everyone seemed to perceive and treat him as merely a father and not as an actual person that has his own needs and wants. Joel loved his daughter. Terribly so in ways he couldnât decipher. A part of him has made up his mind that this would be how he should spend the rest of his life: in celibacy. Though the retirement of his sexual and romantic life has slowly taken a toll towards his self-esteem. Tommy, whoâs always known to be rather slow and imperceptive, was surprisingly the first one to take notice of his gradual change.
âMaria told me you might be here.â
Tommyâs gruff voice brought him out of his trance. Joel looked up, meeting the familiar figure crouch to get into his little workshop. It was his newfound hobby these days, becoming a hermit and isolating himself from the community. Heâd craft a wooden figure or two each night while he relived each and every one of his memories. Good and bad. Of death and of birth. Then by the end of the night heâd feel mildly satisfied with a wooden sculpture shaped like memorabilia from the old world. Joel couldnât admit it outloud, but insecurity had taken over him. It festered deep into his soul that he couldnât even bear looking at himself in the mirror anymore or present himself to society.
âYeah, just..â he paused to ponder on a better way to answer. âJust doinâ my own thing.â
âYou skippinâ dinner again?â Tommyâs curiosity sounded oddly suspicious, enough that Joel already knew heâs about to say something obnoxious or entirely uncalled for. The older quirked his thick eyebrows in return.
âMade myself my own plate,â Joel cocked his head towards where a lone plate sat. Judging from the crimson stain smeared on top, it mustâve been one of those canned pastas that he picked out.
âBrother..â Tommy started out, visibly nervous of how his brother would take it. âIs there something wrong?â
âWith me?â
âYeah, with you.â
âNo, not that I could think of,â Joel hummed. âI ainât bitten or anythinâ, why are ya asking such a dumb question anyway?â
âYouâre just different these days,â Tommy reasoned with a small frown. âYou barely come out of your house and if you do, youâre huddled up in this place, carving things for hours on end.â
âThereâs nothinâ wrong with wanting to be alone. Is there?â he challenged.
âNo, but youâre.. different. Almost like your mindâs troubled for once.â
âThereâs nothinâ wrong, Tommy,â he insisted.
Joel was actively avoiding the accusations. He stood up from where heâs been perched upon for hours on end, bringing his half-carved wooden slab with him to set it on one of the displays he had. Heâs grown quite the collection. Itâs been going on far longer than heâd expected, the crippling fear of being undesirable and hideous, and it brought up an immense feeling of embarrassment. He couldnât possibly admit such things to Tommy, could he? Tommy was different from him. His first child was on its way to be birthed, but girls still chatter about his charming smile and strong figure. Theyâd still gossip and make dirty guesses about his size. How long he endured such activities, the position he enjoyed best, and how sweet he was to his partner.
Tommy couldnât possibly understand his fear.
âYou canât help me even if I told ya,â he grumbled.
âPut some trust in me, will ya?â Tommy chuckled as he spun around his seat to follow Joelâs every move. âTell me whatâs troublinâ you, big brother.â
âThey donât look at me the same way.â
âWho doesnât?â
âThe ladies,â Joel muttered.
His words were barely above a whisper. It almost seemed as if he saw the phenomenon as something humiliating, up to the point where he couldnât even look Tommy in the eye in fear of having him laugh. Heâs never talked about this with anyone else. It didnât help that he truly didnât have anyone to talk to in general aside from the few acquaintances his brother introduced him to and well.. Ellie. But none of them seem to be the right person to talk to regarding this.Â
Regarding his failure in masculinity. His unspoken worries that he didnât have any of the strong, chiseled jawline or any of the tightly packed abdomen with six separate squares to admire. Heâs grown old and weak. Five years ago, he couldâve probably still sweet-talk his way into a woman's heart, but now he couldnât even look one in the eye without the fear of being put to shame.
âThey still do, Joel,â Tommy assured him. Heâs telling the truth. Joel knew that Tommy didnât have it in him to lie, heâd have sounded like a strangled bird or a squeaky dogâs toy if he did. But his mind couldnât believe it one bit.
âI donât know, Tommy..â he muttered. âThey donât look at me the same way. They donât look at me at all even.. and Iâm fine with that I 'spose. I ainât a whorinâ bastard who couldnât accept that heâs aginâ..â
âBut they do, Joel.â
âIâm old,â he sucked in the air. âLately there are these moments where I.. where Iâd look a girl in the eye and all I could feel was humiliation.â
âHumiliation?â
âLike theyâre lookinâ at me as if Iâm some.. some sort of repulsive creature,â he whispered. âI feel like I could hear âem gigglinâ with their girlfriends on how shameless I am.â
Tommy was deduced into silence. Time ticked by as he cranked up his brain to figure out the best way to aid his older brother out of his misery. Itâs all in his head, Tommy knew that Joel knew that as well, but itâs easier patching up an oozing wound than a troubled mind. He brought his hand together on top of his jeans as he waited for the younger to make another comment, whether of comfort or of a harsh reality.
âIâll offer you a solution,â Tommy spoke up. âBut you gotta promise not to lose your head over it.â
âIt ainât drugs, is it?â
âNo, no..â Tommy chuckled humorlessly.
âIâm open to anythinââ Joel dropped his arms to his side as he curiously eyed Tommy.
âHave you ever heard of a glory hole?â
Joelâs expression contorted in such a way that the younger Miller couldnât possibly read what heâs thinking any longer.
âI ainât goinâ outside those borders just to go to some sketchy brothel, Tommy. Thatâd be pathetic.â
âWell, the thing is this whole operation ainât sketchy,â Tommy reasoned. âThe girls were tested and approved by the local doctor before..â
âLocal doctor? You tellinâ me this is happeninâ within Jackson?â
âI operate it, Joel,â he sighed, knowing heâs about to be bombarded with a handful of questions. âAnd before you ask, no this ainât considered prostitution as thereâs no material exchange.â
âYou mean..â
âYes. The girls do it for free. Volunteers. They do it for their own pleasure and I help make their dreams come true.â
Joel looked at his own brother as if he was a mad man. Who wouldnât? When heâs just told him that they had an actual glory hole installed without most of the public knowing. Or perhaps they knew, they were just not talking about it in front of Joel.
âTen to twelve. Thereâs a small house across the sheep field. One girl every Friday night.â
âJesus Christ, Tommy. Maria knows about this?â
Tommy shifted uncomfortably on the stool.
âNo, but itâs better off she doesnât.â
Joel felt his morals set askew for a second. This sounded like a terrible idea, despite the fact that heâs confirmed it himself that itâd be the safest a glory hole could possibly be. He scratched his beard and took it into deep consideration.
In the quiet stillness of a winterâs night, the world was wrapped in a soft, white blanket of snow. The moon hung low in the dark sky - a beacon towards those who chose to travel in the deepest hours of nighttime. Joel blew puffs of warm air onto his gloved fingertips, hoping itâd satiate the coolness that made his joints ache and his skin itch. The air was crisp and biting, each breath producing a frosty cloud which quickly amalgamated into the air. He watched as gentle snowflakes, alike to elegant ballet dancers, fell from the heavens up above and twirled and swirled into an intricate pattern. Heâs been waiting for way too long.
âSo what are ya sayinâ? Are you gonna let me take you tomorrow night?â Tommy broke the silence.
Tommy promised to meet him on the edge of the sheep field, where theyâd herd livestocks all throughout the warmer times of the year, but heâs yet to see his tall nose and dark hair from any of the cardinal directions. Heâs been waiting for too long to keep the same mindset Tommyâs trained him into, that this was simply a beneficial exchange for every party involved and that he shouldnât feel shameful for something so instinctive. Waiting gave him time to weigh out the cons, how this was naturally an act of debauchery that wounded both his moral values and beliefs. He ainât a God preacher, but heâs sure to keep some of those Southern manners.
Maybe this was a bad idea.
None of Tommyâs ideas are ever well thought out. Starting from his sudden gravitation towards the military, to his desires to hand over his entire life towards the Fireflies, and now this. He knew his younger brother wasnât the brightest of men, but creating an entire glory hole to keep the townâs morale up might be the stupidest one heâs heard yet. Especially when Mariaâs not aware of it. He feared for the day when the beans spilled out of its jar, but tonight wasnât that day. During the time in which he contemplated his decisions, Joel didnât notice the crunching of snow against thick boots. Tommy was here and he looked far too calm for a self-made procucer.
Tommy beckoned him to follow the path his boots had made. Joel sucked in some of that painfully cold air into his lungs, before he stuffed his hands in his pockets and started trailing along. There were a few street lamps across the field, a ruddy glow emanating from them as they were adorned with a light dusting of snow. He kept his guards up while he scanned through the whistling field of crop, that traumatized part of him always keeping in check of abrupt movements and unsettling sceneries. After a quiet walk for a good three minutes, they finally arrived. The house fronts looked dark enough, and the windows even darker, contrasting with the smooth white sheet of snow upon the roofs.
There was snow piling up outside as well, dirtier ones whose last deposit had been plowed up in deep furrows by the heavy wheels of carts and wagons. He scrutinized over the tracks, wondering if this was meant to be used as a makeshift grain tower. If it was, then Tommy mustâve been a great scheming asshole to turn such a place into his own little heaven. Not one soul was around, which confused Joel even more. Wasnât this supposed to be a public glory hole? Werenât it supposed to be disgustingly packed with sweating men, adorned with walls covered in left-over spurts of cum and other bodily fluids, and smelled like sex itself?
Joel continued to pursue Tommy even when heâs overly skeptical about this entirely new scene. His boots were scuffed as he was dragging his feet through the front door, a fight against his defense system thatâs begging him to flee out the door at the unfamiliarity. The establishment consisted of a long narrow hallway that eventually led up to an imposing door. Wooden, large, and mysterious.
To his surprise, what was beyond that door wasnât some tacky sex dungeon with rattling chains and leather whips, it was a modest looking box. Square, heâd assume one meter wide and half a meter tall. He took in the wood it was made from. His pointer finger slowly traced the circumference out of habit. Oak, he concluded, making it sturdy and cool even in the warmer weather. What he failed to notice from the get-go was a pair of legs that were stretched open, chained onto the wall from the considerably-sized gap. Joelâs heart dropped to his stomach, he forgot for an entire minute what he was planning to do, and heâs starting to get cold feet.
âDarlinâ, Iâve got someone for you,â Tommy cooed.
âYou do, Tommy?â
Normally, people acquire hobbies in order to soothe their brief but occasional boredom, though you have discovered a unique way to tackle long hours of the night. This brilliant discovery of yours was birthed from a fated moment. One where you accidentally stumble across the conversation Tommy had with one of his patrol friends. It began a fantasy in your head. One you didnât believe could come true until you overheard a passionate storytelling session one of the barmaids gave their friend. Only then did you gather enough courage to talk to Tommy about it. Despite his initial disapproval, saying things like you look too good and gentle to be doing such things, you managed to convince him with a week's worth of nagging.
âMhm, one of my good friends here,â he hummed. âYouâll let him use you like a good fucking girl, wonât you?â
Goosebumps trailed from your backbone down to where your legs spread wide. Your nervousness made you flinch, effectively causing your legs to rattle against the metal restraints.
âYes, I will, Tommy.â
When did you get so.. obedient?
âAlright then. Iâll see you in um.. twenty?â
âThirty,â the foreign voice spoke up, masculine with a twinge of accent.
âThirty it is.â
The entire room went quiet for an entire minute, only then did you finally hear the door slammed back shut. You swallowed back the throbbing fear in your heart, pushing back those persistent thoughts constantly warning you of the dangers. Even if you trusted Tommy with all your life, you didnât trust the random strangers Tommyâs picked out. How could you trust them when you didnât know who they were for sure? They couldâve been someone you see on the daily. The friendly guards, the cafeteria guy whoâd always beam a sweet smile your way and give out more bread than standard, or even.. Tommyâs hunk of a brother. The same one who wouldnât even spare you a look when youâre obviously sending heart eyes his way.
âDarlinâ is your name, ainât that right?â
There was something so.. alluring about his voice. The type that makes your knees buckle inevitably, despite your best efforts to push it apart.
âThatâs right,â you squeaked out.
âDarlinâ, itâs been a long long time since Iâve done this, so let me indulge in you alright?â
âOkay,â you breathed out unsurely.
Your eyes instinctively followed the direction of the hushed voice, but all you could see from the dim box was a piece of dark fabric that was hung from above the hole. It was to keep your identity a secret so that the patrons across from you could only see you from the belly button down. Though now you felt more inclined than ever to pull on the draping and meet this manâs eyes. Your thoughts soon diminished when you felt a large hand over your inner thighs. Nowhere dangerous, just resting below where your kneecaps sat. You closed your eyes to try and envision the kind of hands touching you.
Were they soft and unsullied like a babyâs bum? Or were they rough and ridged with years of work?
That large hand traveled down South, inching with an irritatingly slow pace down towards where you ached the most. He was a fair man. He treated both of your thighs in the same manner before the two gathered together in a v-shape over your cotton panties. You wondered if you shouldâve worn something more enticing, something which suited a person like you - someone willing to spread their legs for a true stranger. But the man on the other side didnât seem to have a problem. He didnât seem like he was bothered by the simplicity of your presentation, instead he was keen on pressing his thumb down the center.
They were the latter.Â
His fingers were textured and it felt too good to be true. At the briefest touch, you followed after his movement, hips reaching further up to chase after his departing touch. You whined. Frustrated that heâs cruel enough to press your sensitive clit and leave you all hot and bothered. He let out a deep chuckle, one that came out from the depth of his stomach as he placed his thumb back where it belonged. Your hole clenched and unclenched at the stimulating sensation. Your cotton panties seemed to be a great aid for your needy clit. It felt similar to grinding over a pillow, just this time, it felt a lot more real and animated.
âHow long have you been doinâ this, darlinâ?â
âDoinâ what, sir?â
So polite. Itâs laughable the fact that youâre so soft spoken. Your lips spilled out a gentle moan as his thumb dug deeper into that sensitive spot.
âLettinâ strangers fuck you,â he was frank with his words thatâs for sure.
âThis is my first time.. in the box that is,â your voice cracked almost immediately under pressure. âBeen thinking of this for a long long time though.â
The gruff man hummed noncommittally as he continued to please you with his thumb. You used to be shy when it comes to being reactive during intercourse, but with the box, it almost felt like you could finally be your true primal self with your utmost carnal desires. He slowly eased your stained panties to the side once he saw an increasingly growing wetness, knowing that itâs time to move on to his next way of torture. Your pussy was exposed to the cool air immediately, it felt like the air was nipping at the sensitive skin all around. He took his two fingers - his middle and pointer finger being his favorite choice despite the controversy - and slowly dragged it atop the slick canal.
âA pretty girl like you gettinâ all wet from a little touchinâ,â he chided. âYou havenât been fucked well or somethinâ?â
What a considerate man. He called you pretty when he could barely tell what you look like.
âNo, maybe, I-â you were flustered. Youâve never had to exchange proper talk when someoneâs touching your dirty, wet cunt. âNone of Jacksonâs men did good. Thatâs why I hoped..â
Your voice trailed off into a garble of nonsense when he teased at your entrance, trying to decide whether youâre soaked enough to push a finger in comfortably. You whined, louder this time, as your legs fought against the uncomfortable metal cuffs wrapped around your ankle. He decided to play nice for once and made your dreams come true by inserting that thick finger of his. Fingering has never felt good for you, it always felt like an intrusion rather than a welcomed feeling, but heâs making it feel like heaven on earth.
âHoped a stranger would fuck me well enough,â you took awhile to finish that statement.
He let out one of those noises of disapproval, at your skewed moral direction perhaps or at the tone of desperation your voice mustâve let out. You could only suck in a shallow breath when he started making proper, continuous motions with his finger. He pushed upwards to poke the tip of his finger onto that squishy part, playing around to find out where exactly made you react the most. You loved how heâs patient. Youâre half-expecting the men to just stuff their cocks in you like youâre some sex doll instead of taking their time, which you donât mind either. Half the pleasure was from being treated like nothing.
âDirty gal,â he degraded, which you found both surprising and exciting. âJust wanted her pussy stuffed with any cock she could have, hm?â
Your hips thrusted up at a larger interruption. This time, the man managed to insert two of his thick fingers inside your eased cunt. He twisted it one-hundred-eighty degrees to the left, then back to the right, before he curled it in a come-here motion. The motion had left you dumb. A combination of ah ah ahâs and unfinished pleads for him to keep still. The man never once fully removed his fingers out of you. Heâd slowly pull back to only have a single knuckle stuck inside before pushing it all the way in once more. For once, someone didnât finger you like youâre a pizza dough waiting to be pounded.
âA-ah, sir. I really.. mmh- I really like that,â you moaned out shamelessly. âFeels really good in my.. in my pussy.â
âYou like what, darlinâ?â
âLike your fingers.. fingers in my ah- ah pussy!â you whined when he deepened his reach by rotating his wrist upwards. âSomething- fuck- somethingâs coming! Please.. Please donât sto-â
You warned him like a goddamn virgin and there it was, you couldnât see it, but you could hear the way your pussy squelched around his finger at the new wave of sticky fluids. The noises were filthy and lewd that you were embarrassed for the first time that night. It coated your throbbing cunt and slowly ebbed out of your hole, dribbling down onto the wooden floor boards under. Strings of almost translucent thickness proof of his success. Itâs pretty. The way you gaped around his fingers, tightened and relaxed at his fingers that still kept you full.
âGood girl,â he cooed.
He must be experienced, because he was quick to rub your clit precisely as you went through the throes of orgasm. His broad palm never missed where that bundle of nerves were, until youâre dripping all over the place. Only when youâre right towards the end did he land a small smack atop your pussy, keeping pressure where your womb is to maintain the pleasure for as long as you could. It felt like this wasnât a shit place for once. It felt like this stranger could surely turn the flesh-eating monsters into a field of rainbows and flowers from how good heâs making you feel.
âYou taste sweet,â he muttered. âSomeone ever told you that?â
It took you a while to notice that his fingers werenât there to stuff you full. He was busy tasting you. You could imagine him on the other side of the room, rough fingers deep in his mouth, drenched in your arousal. The thought made you squirm, growing wet once more. You shook your head as his hand slid back up. His fingers ran over your clit with one long stroke before they stayed there. His thumb sat right atop the throbbing spot, unmoving.Â
"Perfect little thing, ain't ya?â he asked, and you nodded, your muscles tense as anticipation ran high. "Gonna fill you up real nice."
As soon as the dull tip of his cock prodded against your entrance, your whole body convulsed. Tears slowly crept into your eyes, frustrated, you might as well cry out a pathetic plea if he kept on stalling. Your palms banged flat against the side of the box. Overwhelmed and on the verge of tears when he purposefully missed your weeping hole. His length slid upwards, the warm tip rubbed against your clit from below before it shied away once more. Your toes curled and he mustâve taken the hint from behind the curtains.
The perfect stranger pushed himself up to where his mushroom-like tip ended, allowing you to adjust to the dimensions of his cock before he eased himself deeper.
You let out a strained moan.Â
You almost bump the top of your head on the oak boards when he forced his way in. His cock was fully inside you at last. You were ecstatic. Eyes shut close as you bit into your bottom lip, flesh tearing beneath your canines. It was too much all of a sudden. Too good. Too large. Too full. You could hear the loud squelching noise your spongy hole made as he pulled back and stuffed himself back in.
âFuck,â he groaned silently. âDonât squeeze around me, darlinâ. You're gonna get me in big trouble.â
He chuckled and fuck did it sound so hot.
You felt his fingers gently reach for the width of your hips. His grip was tight and harsh as he guided your every movement with them. He thrusted like a man on a shooting range, with much precision and prowess. You liked this. Liked feeling as if youâre just a doll for people to use and dump their loads in, especially when it's for someone like him. His cock made you writhe and fight against the metal cuffs holding your legs up. Eager to have him speed up to meet your desires yet he was persistent in keeping a stable speed. The sensation was growing. Slowly but surely.
âA-ah.. mmph.. oh God!â
âGod ainât here to save you, darlinâ. Itâs just this old man right here,â he cooed crudely.Â
He made sure to keep you full at all times. Never once did his perfectly-sized cock leave your sloppy hole, it just kept on twitching and growing in size with the help of your warm embrace. âYou like this, donât ya?â
âOh- oh yes. I like it. Love your..,â he stopped your lewd confession by placing his thumb back atop your once neglected clit, drawing lazily with whatâs left of your wetness. You could feel him starting to seep. A tinge of his own arousal mixing in with yours. âCock! Love your c- cock.â
His heavy pants started to intensify in volume, such a lovely melody when combined with your pathetic whimpers. Heâs close.
âGonna cum in you, darlinââ he muttered out breathlessly. âGonna make sure youâre all fucked out with my cum.â
You couldnât think straight. Not when youâre on a highway to heaven. Your little hole tightened, so eager to milk him dry.
âYeah, youâd like that, wonât you?â
âO-oh.. oh yes. Please.. fuck,â
âPlease?â
âPlease fill me up.â
His tip started oozing out ribbons after ribbons of cum, quickly filling you up relentlessly. Though he hasnât stopped bottoming himself up into you. His load sloshed around, coated his length a perfect milky shade, and dribbled down your rear deliciously. Did you really just let a complete stranger fill you up to the top? Did you truly just let him pour his seed up your needy hole?
Maybe you did.
And maybe itâs reckless.
But oddly enough, you donât feel too bad about it.
#joel miller x reader#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller x you#joel miller smut#joel miller fic#joel miller tlou#joel miller#tlou x reader#the last of us x reader#tlou fic#tlou#the last of us
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Why does Raphael hate Mephistopheles and why does he live in Avernus?: Raphael as an outcast
(It has been a little while since my last analysis post. I would like to remind everyone that what Iâm talking about is purely my own theories and I always love to hear other peopleâs thoughts on them no matter if you agree or not <3.)
As we know, Raphael lives in Avernus and not in Cania where Mephistopheles rules. All devils essentially somehow serve an archdevil. The Nine Hells is a super hierarchical place and everyone below the archdevils are basically little worker bees who live to serve their respective archdevils in one way or another.
Raphael collects souls, so one can expect that his job is to some extent to harvest souls for whoever is above him. One would expect that the archdevil he serves is Mephistopheles, but he indirectly helps us rob his father of quite a lot of souls by telling us about Cazador's ritual. That seems like an incredibly stupid and risky move if he worked for Mephistopheles, so I am not quite sold on the fact that he serves his dear old papa.
We know from the Archivist that Zarielâs people keep a bit of an eye on him and comes and goes in his house. Given he also lives in Avernus, it would make more sense that he is forced to serve Zariel at least to some extent. My money is on the idea that his official superior (or his boss, if you will) is Zariel and not Mephistopheles, though I think he might have once served Meph.
Here is a super interesting piece of information that I found about Avernus (this is from the Fiendish Codex II):
âAvernus is home to the outcasts of Baator, also known as âthe rabble of devilkin.â Few lesser devils survive more than a few moments as outcasts, so this group is composed almost exclusively of unique devils who are equals of any duke.â
My theory is that Raphael is an outcast and thatâs why heâs in Avernus. Perhaps his father got tired of him and got rid of him, fully thinking that he would not survive. I am almost certain that cambions would fall under the âlesser devilsâ category, or at the very least they are not on the level of dukes. I feel like itâs also often said that Raphael is pretty OP compared to a simple cambion, which is most likely the only reason he has survived (Iâve also heard people talk about him as a duke, which fits into this little theory as well).
Thereâs more though, and this is where it gets really kind of speculative:
âSome outcast devils, such as Azazel and Dagon, have been stripped of their original names to reduce the chances that they will be summoned to the Material Plane.â
Now, Raphael is a cambion, so he can move between planes regardless, but it would still be a very shitty and dehumanizing thing to strip someone of their name. Mephistopheles being Mephistopheles probably would do something like that if he was pissed at someone.
I have always thought a lot about his name. âRaphaelâ is a name that we would mostly associate with angels, and not devils. It furthermore does not really sound like any other devil names Iâve come across. It literally means âGodâs healerâ or something along those lines.
Wouldnât it be so in character for his dramatic ass, who loves to play human and to play benevolent savior, to choose an angel name for himself? At the Last Light Inn, he literally says that Mol would not believe that heâs a devil because of his âangelic complexionâ.
Finally, thereâs this:
âTreacherous and scheming, the outcast dukes constantly seek ways to either reclaim their former positions or ranks in the Nine Hells or to destroy or displace the current order. [âŚ] Either way, they serve as important pawns between feuding archdukes and dukes.â
Now that definitely sounds like someone we know. I would very much say that wanting the Crown of Karsus to take over the Hells falls under âdestroying or displacing the current orderâ. However, Raphael still has mentions of his father around his house and he has a portal to Cania.
It would not surprise me that Mephistopheles started to show interest in him again after he survived and thrived in Avernus. It would also not surprise me if Raphael, despite all the hate for what his father has done to him, licks Mephistopheles boots to gain favor with him behind closed doors (or at the very least to gain information to give to Zariel behind his fatherâs back).
Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.
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not my fault -> plastic! oh haewon
-the trio owns the school, but you own the queen beeâs heart
warnings: loosely referencing mean girls; basically making out in the closet lol; more of a short drabble than an oneshot tbh
genre: secret relationship; fluffish
notes: i might be in love with reneĂŠ rapp
⌠.・.:*âĄ
as your lunch tray hit the table with a soft thud, you became aware of how quiet your spot in the cafeteria was compared to the other tables.
while you wouldnât necessarily call yourself a loner, you wouldnât be caught dead talking to someone without a reason. it just felt like none of the cliques were for you.
taking a small bite out of your food, you could feel a pair of eyes burning into the back of your head. even from across the cafeteria, the sensation was unmistakable.
the table in the middle of the room was occupied by the most influential trio in the whole schoolâthe plastics. not to be mistaken with an environmental group, the plastics were a very closed off clique, like a teen royalty.
there was bae jinsol, an actually nice girl. she just wasnât on the brightest side. rumour has it she tried to spell orange with a âdâ once.
then there was seol yoona, more commonly known as sullyoon. she knew everything about everyone and had connections basically everywhere.
at last, there was an apex predator. the queen bee of the school. the devil in human form.
oh haewon. the girl whoâs eyes were currently burning holes in the back of your head.
one secret not even sullyoon knew about was the one that you shared with haewon.
despite all the rumours of her hooking up with this or that jock, she was very much not interested in men. you were the only one she had her eye on.
⌠.・.:*âĄ
haewon let her eyes linger on you for a little longer before she turned her attention to her friends with a bored sigh. sullyoon was yet again talking about some boy she had in her gym class. no one worthy her attention.
âwhatâs his name again?â she asked in a dismissive tone.
when sullyoon looked at her, slight hurt flashed in her eyes. the queen be rarely ever listened to them.
âjake.â she said before smiling stiffly. âthe one iâve been talking about for a week.â
âyeah, i remember now.â a bored sigh escaped haewonâs lips before she turned her attention to the third girl in their clique. âsay, jinsol, wasnât he invited to your party this friday?â
âwho, jake?â bae glanced briefly at yoona as she nodded. âi think so.â
âgreat. iâll help you talk to him then.â sullyoon looked at her in shock before a small smile broke out on her face.
âthank you, haewon.â
âitâs whatever. you guys wanna skip the rest today?â she got approving nods from her friends, making her grin softly. âiâll meet you two by my car. i have to go see minjae before we leave.â
sullyoon smiled at her, as did bae. they both thought she was dating one of the jocksâshe did let him be seen with her sometimes. he thought she was just playing hard to get, while in reality she just kept him around for appearances.
haewon typed a quick text to the contact âmy baby đŠˇâ before she stood up from the plastics table and left the cafeteria.
⌠.・.:*âĄ
âi missed youâŚâ she whispered, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand, keeping your body close to the wall. âyou looked so pretty today, my baby.â
âi missed you too, haewonâŚâ you mumbled back against her lips, gently kissing her. those intimate moments in the janitorâs closet werenât ideal, but it was all you could get in school without being caught.
âi told jinsol and yoona i was seeing that jock again⌠does that make you jealous, pretty girl?â the grin she sent you made you feel weak in her hold. she knew damn well what she was doing, and boy did she enjoy it.
âyou know it does⌠i hate that we have to hide.â
âawh.â her soft pout didnât ease your nerves as much as she hoped it would. âiâm sorry, babe. you know i canât have people knowing iâm gay. do you know how much it would cost me?â
âyeah.â you gave her a weak glare before kissing her pink lips yet again. âyou care about your reputation more than you care for me.â
âi wouldnât be sneaking into this dirty closet with you during lunch time if i didnât care, would i? you knew what you were getting into when i told you this had to be a secret.â
of course she was right. when was oh haewon ever wrong though?
âitâs not my fault you fell for me, silly girl.â
âi hate that youâre right.â
she grinned at you, her free hand sneaking to your waist. âcourse you do.â
⌠.・.:*âĄ
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Joy Ride
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Pairing: Brian O'Conner X Fem!Reader
Description: Brian finds you walking home late one night and offers you a ride, which turns into a night-long joy ride around Miami.
Warnings: Fluff, Speeding, Friends Or Future Lovers? (You Decide)
Word Count: 2.2k
A/N: Sooooo, I watched 2 Fast 2 Furious for the first time a around a month ago and this guy has been on my mind ever since. I have always really loved Paul Walker so this was bound to happen eventually. đ I don't know if I plan to write more for him or if this will just be a one time thing, but I have been working on this fic for quite some time now and I'm happy to finally be posting it. More to come from other beloved characters soon! Enjoy the fic and if you want more Brian O'Conner fics in the future, let me know in the comments or inbox! đ¤ (Also did any of you get the reference in the name? đ)
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2002
The air is pretty cool for a night in Miami, but I don't mind. I walk with my hands in the pockets of my hoodie, protecting them from the slight chill. It's nothing too intense, but I haven't been used to being in cooler temperatures for awhile now.
I walk quickly down the sidewalk as a few cars pass from time to time. The sounds of their engines make my fingers and feet tingle a little, my body missing the feeling of the steering wheel gripped in my fingers and the gas pedal under my foot.
I wrecked pretty badly during my last race, resulting in my car becoming too banged up to drive. Most street racers have other cars to fall back on. Unfortunately for me, my girl was all I had. Now I'm left to walk on foot until I can get enough money to fix her.
The ambiance in the street is pretty calm until I hear the familiar rumble of a very specific engine approaching my side. To my surprise, that iconic silver and blue Nissan Skyline pulls up, slowing down to drive at my walking speed. But the slick paint job or glowing underbody isn't what makes it difficult to look away. The driver is none other than the man who beat me in my last race, Brian O'Conner.
I'm met with a kind smile as he rolls down his windows, his bright blue eyes glancing up at me from the shadows of the interior. There is just something about that man that draws me in. I could never tell what exactly it was, but it pulled me in his direction like a bee to a flower every time I was in the same location as him.
"Ey, need a ride?" He queries in a rasied voice, nearly shouting over the Skyline's growl.
Though it's tempting, I don't want to throw a wrench in any plans he may have. Knowing him, he has another street race or date to get to at this hour. So, despite the aching pain in my feet that is screaming in protest, I respond casually, "Nah, man. I'm good. Home's not too far away anyway, y'know?"
Even though it wouldn't take him too long, it would be pretty pointless to drive only a couple blocks anyway. He takes a mere second to let my words sink in and find an answer, his eyes hopeful as they are taken off the road and landing on me once more.
"We don't gotta take you home. The night's stillâ" He checks his watch, and his eyes widen slightly as he realizes the time. "âWell, middle-aged, but that don't gotta stop the fun."
I can't contain a faint chuckle at his dumb joke, rolling my eyes as I do so. The next thing I know, my feet are subconsciously coming to a stop, and he gently lays on the brakes. His car is also stopping right beside where I now stand, but the engine still purrs softly to alert all of its consciousness.
"Ah, c'mon, girl. Let's live a little, eh?" He flashes me that dangerous half-smirk that beckons me forward into mischief. It now dawns on me that he might not have the intention of taking me home, which is intriguing in a way.
I contemplate my options for a moment. The only thing waiting for me at home is a couple bottles of beer and some cold pizza left in the fridge from the night prior. It seems like I've been spending most of my time alone lately. Maybe it would be good to spend some time in good company.
"Alright," I give in with a subtle but still noticeable sigh, backing down in my mental debate.
He reaches across and opens the passenger door for me as I round the car, its headlights illuminating me for a brief moment as I cross in front of the bumper before hoping into the seat offered to me. It felt weird being in the left seat and not having a steering wheel before me. I could never get used to those foreign imported cars.Â
But regardless, it sure is a beauty. The leather interior smells oddly fresh and calming, with a faint hint of exhaust filtering through the open windows. It's clear he just cleaned her up. Brian was always the type to take care of his rides.
I pull the seatbelt across my chest and lock it in securely, mentally preparing myself for the wild ride I know damn well he is about to take me on. He looks at me and flashes me that cocky yet proud smile as he revvs the engine for only a moment before taking off into the night.
With windows down and speed carrying us, I feel like I'm floating on air. The soft breeze I felt only moments ago is now a fast wind in my hair, and the soft ambiance of the nightlife in Miami is now disturbed by a machine growl.
I glance over at him, and it's as if time slows for just a minute as I take in how happy he is. He's a simple man. He doesn't need the fancy things in life, just a fast car to make the corners of his lips part into that iconic grin I have grown to love.
"Wanna get fuckin' nuts?" He asks me, his voice taking me out of my thoughts and putting me back into reality. That's when I notice that mischievous look in his ocean blue eyes, their pupils blown wide with adrenaline.
Hm... Blue and full of adrenaline, like the blood pumping in our veins.
"What?" I blurt out, not fully comprehending what he is asking, until my gaze wanders down to where his thumbs hovers over the nitro buttons.
I look at the road ahead, seeing that it is completely barren of all life, and I can't help but smirk at the thought of what he is suggesting. It's a dangerous gameâplaying with speed in such a wayâbut a thrilling one, for sure.
Taking my eyes off the road ahead to look back at him, I notice the hopeful glint once again in his eyes, only pushing my thought process toward wanting to comply. So without a second breath, I cheer, "Fuck yeah!"
With a simple click of two buttons at once, we are off like a rocket in space. Suddenly, the street lights look like comets, and the lines on the road are just blurs of colors. It's oddly beautiful in a way, and I marvel at how it ignites my soul with such a unique feeling, which I can't possibly seek from anything else. My fingers dig into the sides of my seat as my heart pounds against my ribcage like thunder, both overwhelmed but thirsty for more of this intoxicating rush.
Though Brian only lets this last for a moment, just seconds passed that will remain with me for an eternity. We laugh as the car slows to a semi-normal speed again. My smile is so wide, I can feel my face begin to hurt.
But I don't care. I am just so high on the thrill that my mind is lost in a cloudy space of euphoria. It's crazy how the night went from a quiet walk home to taking a joy ride with one of my rivals, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
Once our laughter dies down, the soft purr of the engine is the only thing heard yet again as we both seemingly get lost in our own thoughts. What is he thinking? I wish I knew. The only thing on my mind is how happy I am. It isn't until a couple minutes later that he speaks his mind, taking a deep breath before his lips finally form the words he has been pondering.
"We should do this more often," he suggests in that nonchalant tone he carries quite regularly for someone with such excitement in his life. "Y'know, hang out outside the racing world? You're a cool girl."
I can't repress how my smile softens for a moment at his words as my eyes flick over in his direction while a million responses filter through my mind. This guy is a legendâa local celebrity, if you will. To have this opportunity is an honor. However, I don't necessarily get the vibe of entitlement from him. Instead, his atmosphere reflects something elseâsomething friendly and inviting.
"And you're a cool guy. I'd love to hang with you more often." I reply, trying to sound chill but coming off way more sincere than intended. Though he doesn't seem to mind, in fact, he seems to be pleased with my response.
The next thing I know, he is pulling into a public beach. Its sands are abandoned by any human life due to the lateness of time, though the footprints of the visitors that day still remain like ghosts of the past, their memories carved in the sand until they get washed away by the waves.
He locks the car in park, unhooks his seatbelt, and gets out. I watch through the windshield as he rounds the side of it to rest back on the hood. My eyes study him as he lifts himself to sit on the hood, not once looking back to see if I leave the car as well. It's almost as if he expects me to.
So to fulfill his silent expectations, I swing my door open and hop out after freeing myself from my seatbelt, nearly stumbling as the ground is unexpectedly unsteady where I stand. My feet sink into the sand, and I'm grateful I chose to wear boots tonight over anything else.
Once out of my sticky situation, I take a moment to appreciate the freshness in the airâthe sweet smell of the ocean before me for just a second. After approaching him, I rest beside him on the hood, watching the waves crash before us. It reminds me that life is quite like the sea. It's unpredictable, a little scary at times, but beautiful in many unique ways. I release a soft breath, my body relaxing in this calming moment.
"I remember the first time I saw you pull up in that black Trans Am to the race. Fuckin' engine and bass on your stereo roaring over the sound of the crowd." He chuckles while he reminisces about old memories.
"Buni," I correct him as I smile fondly, thinking about the beauty that's currently under a tarp in my garage, just waiting to be repaired and set free on the road once again.
"Yeah, Buni." He parrots me in an almost teasing way. I know he finds the fact that I named my car ridiculous, but I can see it in his eyes that it amuses him all the same. "You're something else, (L/N). A damn good racer, though."
My heart flutters at the compliment, and I feel my cheeks heat up with this familiar warmth that only he ignites in me best. The soft breeze blows through my hair as I think of a reply, running through my strains like an angel's fingertips. But it's not the breeze nor the location that has me in such a calm and joyful state.
I continue to study himâthe way his blonde curls blow in the breeze, the corners of his lips turning up ever so slightly to show his contentment, his biceps flexing ever so slightly as he crosses his arms over his chest. It amazes me how all the different shades of blue in his iris reflect the scene before us. It's like I could literally drown in them each time I gaze into them to admire their beauty.
"Yeah? You and your Skyline ain't so bad either." I finally quip with a small bit of sarcasm dripping from my tone after forcing myself out of where my mind has disappeared to for a short time. He smiles softly at my words, because it's evident how I really feel about him. He knows, and I know that, but I don't really care anymore.
We talk until sunrise and watch as the black sky fades into orange and pink, blending with the stars to make them barely visible. Though they are out of sight, I know they still shine brightly above us, like angels waiting for us in heaven. It's quite specialâmaybe even magical.
The sea reflects the morning sun as it rises from the horizon, its golden rays shining upon us as we remain on the hood of the car. It's just us out here in our own little world. If I learned anything from last night, it's not the place that makes a moment special, but the person you share it with.
I don't know where this road will take us. I know it will be a long oneâwith plenty of traffic and bumps aheadâbut the ride will be an enjoyable one with a new friend in the seat next to me as we speed through it all. And if we happen to get separated some point along the way, I know in my heart that I'll see him again.
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Deer's Xenofiction List - The Good, the Bad, and the Furry
Compilation of my xenofiction books I've read, my opinions on them, and ones that I've yet to get to. Will be updated as I go along, if I remember. Books I have not read have an asterisk (*) in front of them. Not a complete list, I will update as I gather more titles.
Adaptations will be listed along with the source material and not as a separate entry.
While I am accepting additions to the list, please make sure your suggestion isn't already listed.
Last Updated: 24-06-2024
-New additions to the books section
-Categories and sub-categories being considered: short films, animal transformation (human to animal).
-Content Warning: Mentions of sexual assault, animal abuse, animal death, and violence. Only a handful of entries have content warnings because they were given to me prior. Please look into the works beforehand to see if you feel comfortable engaging with them, this list is not a content warning guide.
Books
Warriors by Erin Hunter - A long-running series following the drama of four groups of feral cat groups in a forest.
Rating: sucks just read the first arc and nothing else. unless you have childhood nostalgia for this series you probably won't like anything that comes after.
Seekers by Erin Hunter - another animal series from the erin hunter team. It follows a group of bears searching for a safe place to live.
Rating: It's fine. I only read the first arc. While it has a much drearier tone than Warriors at times as it deals with growing environmental impact of global warming and human interference. If you like Erin Hunter's writing style, you might like this one.
*Survivors by Erin Hunter - Look we just gotta get these out of the way, these guys have a monopoly on kid's animal books. Survivors follows a dog named Lucky (yes. really) trying to survive in an area abandoned by humans.
Rating: I read the first book and nothing else. I'm sure it's...fine, suitable for a dog-obsessed young reader but as it is, no one's really rushed to recommend it to me. I'm sure it has fans somewhere, but I can't really speak for them.
*Bravelands by Erin Hunter - uuuhhh animals? in Africa? Surviving? I guess? Sorry my bias against Hunter is showing, but at some point you start to wonder what's going on here, you can feel them trying to recreate the success of Warriors.
Rating: idk what to tell you, never read it and probably never will. If you're a person who likes lion stories, you might enjoy this, maybe? Been told the hyena rep is appalling, another sad day for hyena lovers everywhere.
*Bamboo Kingdom by (you guessed it) Erin Hunter - It follows three pandas (apparently) each in different panda kingdoms.
Rating: I couldn't tell you shit about this one to be honest. You want more bears? Here's bears!
The Bees by Laline Paull - A novel following the life of Flora, a sanitation bee in her hive who rises through the ranks of her devout society.
Rating: Unfocused at times and a rushed ending, but a gripping story nonetheless. Would recommend!
Pod by Laline Paull - Follows the life of Eira, a spinner dolphin from an "exotic tribe" who is forcibly taken into another group of dolphin's to become a member of their leaders harem.
Rating: This book relies on the mythos of "dolphin rape" with numerous, non-graphic sexual assault scenes. While interesting concepts are introduced and, at times, the plot becomes compelling; it otherwise flounders its premise with messy execution and poorly thought out ideas. Also there's an American spy dolphin named Google, make of that what you will.
*The Wildlings and its sequel The Hundred Names of Darkness by Nilanjana Roy - A book about a small band of cats lives in the labyrinthine alleys and ruins of Nizamuddin, an old neighbourhood in Delhi.
Rating: Recommended multiple times to me by different people, no warnings given.
Varjak Paw (and sequels) by S. F. Said and illustrated by Dave Mckean - A short book about Varjak, a Mesopotamian Blue Cat, and his journey to learn an ancient art from his familyâs past.
Rating: Varjak Paw is unique with striking imagery and interesting ideas. However, the writing in itself is far from anything special. The book it at its best when accompanied by Mckeanâs striking visuals.
*The Underneath by Kathi Appelt - An abused dog hides under the porch of a home to escape from its owner. Based on a reply I've been given, do not ask me to expand anymore on the plot of this book, I have no goddamn clue.
Rating: Described as a formative book for reading xenofiction, itâs been recommended highly! Contains heavy topics such as animal abuse, be warned.
*Fire Bringer by David Clement-Davies - A novel following a red deer named Rannoch and a prophecy that looms over him.
Rating: It seems to have a decent fanbase and it's been recommended to me a handful of times.
*Bambi, a Life in the Woods by Felix Salten - A coming-of-age novel following a roe deer named Bambi. Best known from the 1942 Disney film.
Rating: If you're a deerhead, check it out I guess!
*Raptor Red by Robert T. Bakker - Often (favorably) compared to a textbook, Raptor Red follows a female Utahraptor. Written by a paleontologist, it's meant to be a realistic look at dinosaur's social habits and their interactions with their world.
Rating: Yet to read but sounds cool as fuck. This book contains a heavy emphasis on realism and world-building, with little dialogue. It may be slow for some readers!
Black Beauty by Anna Sewell - Horse girls, certain English classes, and so on, Black Beauty is fairly well-known. Though for those unaware, Black Beauty follows the titular Black Beauty's life in Victorian days.
Rating: It's a classic! Pulls at your heart strings! Just typing this out makes me want to reread it.
Watership Down by Richard Adams - Similar to Black Beauty, I can't imagine anyone reading this list doesn't know about the tale of a group of rabbit's trying to survive a harsh world.
Rating: It's well-written with a lively world, but its treatment of its female cast reveals a deep gendered bias in the writing.
*Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH by Robert. C. O'Brien - Mostly known from the (excellent) Don Bluth adaptation, the book follows Mrs. Frisby and he encounter with a group of highly intelligent rats.
Rating: Yet to read.
*Redwall by Brian Jacques - A 22 book series following a group of anthrophormic animals who live in Redwall Abbey and their call to action to defend themselves from "vermin".
Rating: Yet to read
Guardians of Ga'Hoole by Kathryn Lasky - A 31 book series following a group of owls and their attempts to thwart evil. The first arc follows Soren and his attempts to find the owls of Ga'Hoole and beat the 'Pure Ones' while the later books act as an epilogue and prequel.
Rating: First half read and loved! Highly recommend! Handling of Kludd is...meh.
Note: It has an animated film adaptation! While not entirely faithful, it still does a great job keeping to the themes of the books, trimming the fat, and telling a complete story. It also has two video games, one on DS and one on ah other consoles? Both are fun, I like the Wii version.
*(sorta?) Wings of Fire by Tui T. Sutherland - Most people reading this will know this one! It takes place in a world of dragons with seven tribes. The first arc follows the exploits of prophecized dragonets and their attempts to end a war.
Rating: I've yet to finish it. The writing is skewed for a younger audience but is charming nonetheless.
Note: It has a graphic novel adaptation illustrated by Mike Holmes.
*Duncton Wood (First book of the Duncton Chronicles) by William Horwood - A novel the three groups of moles in Duncton Woods and the tyranny of a powerful mole named Mandrake.
Rating: Not yet read, heard good things! lots of mole sex apparently.
The Plague Dogs by Richard Adams - After escaping an animal research facility, Snitter and Rowf escape out into the wild where they must survive a hostile world.
Rating: ough. my heart. would recommend.
Note: Well-known for its animated adaptation, would recommend it as well.
*Silverwing by Kenneth Oppel - The first in the Silverwing book series, Silverwing follows a bat named Shade who loses his colony during a migration to the south.
Rating: Yet to read but I've heard good things!
Note: Currently has an animated television adaptation, go check it out!
*A Black Fox Running by Brian Carter - The story follows the tale of a dark-furred fox named Wulfgar and his human nemesis, Scoble the trapper, over the course of time.
Rating: Yet to read.
*The Books of the Named/Rathaâs Creature (First book of the Rathaâs Creature series) by Clareâs Bell - Rathaâs Creature is set in prehistoric times following the story of Ratha, a Dinaelurus nimravid(?) and her role as a female in her Clan.
Yet to read, often recommended in the Xenofiction scene.
*The Taken (Book one of the Foxcraft trilogy) by Inbali Inserles - Follows the story of Isla, a fox kit who loses her home and family and must survive in the world of âfurlessâ while mastering Foxcraft.
Recommended by @girlashfur
*Hurry Home, Candy by Meindert DeJong and illustrations by Maurice Sendak - Described as "heavy", Hurry Home, Candy follows the life and struggles of a dog named Candy.
Recommended by @mosshugs
Felidae (the first book in a nine book series) by Akif Pirinçci - A crime novel following Francis the cat as he tries to uncover the truth behind a series of murders in his new neighborhood.
Rating: I haven't read the novel and nor do I want to, but I did watch the adaptation. It's a grisly one but apart from the violent murders and striking imagery in the film, you're not missing much by skipping it. I can't really recommend this one for a variety of reasons.
Important: I can't stop you from reading the book or watching the animated adaptation, I watched the animated adaptation, but please do not financially support the author in any way. Pirinçci is a far-right dipshit and does not deserve support.
The Animals of Farthing Wood by Colin Dann - With eight books under its belt, The Animals of Farthing Wood originally started as one book about a group of woodland animals trying to find a new home after losing their old one to human development. It was followed by six sequels and one prequel.
Rating: Haven't read the books but I love the animated adaptation of it! I recommend checking out both.
*Ragweed (First book of the Dimwood book series) by Avi - A book about the adventures of a mouse seeing the world.
Recommended by @meanling
*A Dog's Life: An Autobiography of a Stray by Ann M. Martin - Written by the same author of the Babysitter's Club series, A Dog's Life chronicles the life of a dog named Squirrel.
Recommended by @meanling
*Scary Stories for Young Foxes by Christian McKay Heidicker and illustrations by Junyi Wu - Scary Stories for Young Foxes is a book consisting of several stories all told by a mother to her kits.
Recommended anonymously
*The Sight (and its sequel The Fell) by David Clement-Davies - Set in the same universe as Fire Bringer, The Sight follows a pack of wolves cursed by a lone wolf, Morgra, whose powers foretell the destiny of one of the mother wolf's pups: Larka, a white wolf gifted with a mysterious power known as The Sight.
Not yet read.
*Last of the Curlews by Fred Bodsworth - A realistic depiction of the journey of the last of a critically endangered and soon to be extinct bird.
Not yet read.
Note: Has an animated adaptation!
*Wish Tree by Katherine Applegate - From the same author as The One and Only Ivan! While this story includes animals, it's main character is an old oak tree named Red! The perspective is really interesting. She is both the neighborhood wish tree, and a home for many animals. A family of Muslim refugees move into the neighborhood, with the kid, Samar, becoming attached to the tree.
Not yet read.
*Pax by Sara Pennypacker - A war approaches and Peter must release his pet fox when his father enlists. The story alternates between Peter as he starts a journey to find his pet, and Pax who is learning to survive in the wild.
Not yet read.
*A Wolf Called Wander by Rosanne Perry - Inspired by the wolf 0R-7 (Journey), we follow Swift. After a rival wolf pack attacks, Swift's family scatters and must find a new home, taking an 1000 mile journey across the Pacific Northwest.
Not yet read.
*The Tygrine Cat by Inbali Iserles - Alone and lost, a young cat called Mati is struggling to be accepted by a colony of street cats in the bustling marketplace at Cressida Lock. What Mati doesnât know is that he is the last of a vital, age-old breed and that a mysterious feline assassin named Mithos is close on his trail. With his enemy nearing, can Mati learn to harness his ancient powers â before a deadly feline force destroys both him and his newfound friends and takes the spirit of every cat on earth?
Not yet read.
Fifteen Dogs by AndrĂŠ Alexis - The ancient Greek Gods make a bet and endow fifteen dogs from a shelter with human-level intelligence.
Rating: I can't say I loved this book but nonetheless I appreciated it's prose. If you can get past outdated pack dynamics and some...questionable writing around its female characters, there's a lot to appreciate. Mind you, this is a book for adults and does not shy away from sexual material.
Comics (Webcomics included)
Beasts of Burden written by Evan Dorkin and illustrated by Benjamin Dewey and Jill Thompson - The comics follow along the adventures of the âBeasts of Burdenâ a group of animals who investigate paranormal happenings in their neighborhood.
Rating: With gorgeous art and an interesting world, I recommend! Just be warned, it is bloody and the sory doesn't hold your hand.
Note: Beasts of Burden currently has 21 comics published in Dark Horse Comics.
What Lurks Beneath by ArualMeow - A feral colony must grapple with a food shortage while simultaneously tussling with the divide between two groups of cats.
Rating - A highly compelling read. Each character plays a role in the unravelling drama of three siblings and you will walk away loving someone.
Note: Ongoing!
I Hope So by Detective Calico - A rewrite of My Pride turned into an original story, I Hope So follows the story of three lionesses navigating both the complicated politics of the lion prides but also the harsh environment they must survive in.
Rating: Slow to update but absolutely worth it! I Hope So is a charming and interesting read. Itâs yet to finish but itâs far enough that you'll be able to invest yourself in the world and characters with no trouble!
Note: Ongoing!
Tofauti Sawa by TheCynicalHound - A revenge story that follows a spotted hyena named Sahara.
Rating: Tofauti Sawa is not here to endear you to its protagonists or hold your hand. It can be a tough read but a worthwhile one nonetheless. I need to catch up but I recommend it!
Note: Ongoing!
*Golden Shrike by Doeprince - A story about twin deer and their friends and their search to retrieve three fallen stars for a bored God.
Rating: Yet to read but I've heard good things!
Note: Ongoing!
*Doe of Deadwood by Songdog - It follows a deer who has a pact with a demon that takes the form of a tree. It has some heavy themes and light gore.
Recommended by @beeloaf
Note: Complete!
Jet and Harley by Doeprince - Described as a beautiful piece on grief and moving on, Jet and Harley stars a kitty cast and gorgeous artwork.
Rating: Recommended anonymously. It's still starting but it has some strong set up and charming writing going for it, I recommend keeping an eye on it!
Note: Ongoing!
Preeny Has to Repeat 6th Grade by momodriller - A love letter to adoptables and the creativity of young artists, this charming comic utilizes designs bought from adoptables on DeviantArt! It follows the story of Preeny, a young cat with a magic brush tail and what happens when her whole world turns upside down.
Rating: Beyond adorable, charming and sweet. There's a lot of love put into this webcomic and it shows! Highly recommend.
Note: Ongoing!
Africa by Arven92 - The story of a female leopard named Africa and her quest to protect her family and loved ones while her territory comes under threat.
Rating: Gorgeously drawn and with a story that twists, Africa pulls no punches in showing you the wickedness of its antagonists but also the enduring bond of a family.
Note: Ongoing!
*Oren's Forge by Teagan Gavet - A webcomic that explores the dynamics of predator and prey and what happens when those divisions fall in the story of a pair of pine martens and their journey for sanctuary.
Rating: Not yet read
Note: Ongoing!
*Pride of Baghdad written by Brian K. Vaughan and Niko Henrichon - A graphic novel falling the fictionalized account of the real life escape of four lions from the Baghdad Zoo after an American bombing in 2003.
Rating: Not yet read.
Content warning for graphic violence, gore, animal death, and a brief one panel depiction of sexual assault.
*I Didn't Know by Songdog - A comic about a cat exiled from her Church.
Rating: Not yet read.
Note: Ongoing
*Fox Fires by Pipilia - This ongoing Webtoon follows a Tanuki named Raate as she goes on a journey to find the missing "Fox Fires", a gate between the land of the dead and living. She encounters many friends such as birds who are messangers for elves, magic cats, and normal mean wolves.
Not yet read.
Note: Ongoing
Manga & Anime
*Silver Fang Gin and Ginga Densetsu Weed written and illustrated by Yoshihiro Takahashi - The original and the sequel respectively, the manga series follow Akita dogs, Gin and Weed. While Silver Fang focuses on Gin's search to fight the monstrous "Red Helmet", Weed follows the titular Weed and his search for his father.
Rating: I've not read this but upon getting recommended it, multiple people warned me about the misogyny in the series. Ye be warned. Additionally, the manga is (apparently) very gory!
Note: Both have anime adaptations. Weed's opening is a fucking banger go watch it at the very least.
Beastars (and Beast Complex by extension) written and illustrated by Paru Itagaki - In a world of anthromorphic animals, Beastars follows Legosi, a young wolf navigating his complicated feelings towards other species and learning more about his world.
Rating: Beastars is action-packed, fun, emotional, and dramatic! The first half is a compelling story of identity and how we interact with one another and the complex forces of society that drive our feelings, all wrapped up in a wonderous animal metaphor. As a coming-of-age story, it carries themes of desire, sexual desire, yearning, shame, and more. The second half is eeeeehhh not as strong, but I still recommend it nonetheless!
Note: Beastars currently has an anime adaptation by Studio Orange! It looks fantastic and has some really nice quality of life changes. Highly recommend.
Chi's Sweet Home written and illustrated by Konami Kanata - An adorable slice-of-life story following a cute kitten named Chi adapting to her new home.
Rating: It's just plain cute! If you're looking for something adorable to help you relax, I recommend this one. It's for a younger age demographic so don't go in expecting deep storylines or anything.
Note: Chi's Sweet Home has two adaptations: one with traditional 2D Japanese animation and two seasons and a 2016 3DCGI adaptation. I'd recommend the original adaptation but that's pure preference.
Nyankees written and illustrated by Atsushi Okada - A comedy manga that depicts street cats as brawling "yankees", drawing them as both cat and human to depict their brawls over food, territory, and ladies!
Rating: It's funny, I can't deny the humor in this one makes me chuckle. It's a little racy but otherwise, a fun, light-hearted read.
*A Cat's Tale written by Sae-Him Kwon and Hyeon-Jung Kim and illustrated by Kwon-Sam - A thrilling tale of murder and deception from the animals living on the Sae-Min's farm from the point of view of an elderly cat.
Rating: Yet to read, discovered on Anime-Planet's search system.
Monotone Blue written and illustrated by Nagabe - A story set in high school, it's a BL manga that follows Hachi the cat and Aoi the lizard.
Rating: Yet to read, but I adore the author's other works so I have high expectations!
*Neko to Ryuu written by Amara and illustrated by Sasaki Izumi- A cat raises a baby dragon as her own.
Rating: Yet to read but come on, that sounds adorable.
A Story of Seven Lives written and illustrated by Shirawaka Gin - A Story of Seven Lives follows Nanao, a former housecat turned street cat after a terrible tragedy.
Rating: It's a tearjerker and absolutely adorable. The artwork is lovely and all the cats' designs look fantastic. if you're interested in a simple drama about the relationship between cats and people, i would highly recommend it.
Note: There are human protagonists! If you want pure animal protagonists, maybe skip this one.
*The Walking Cat: A Cat's-Eye-View of the Zombie Apocalypse by Tomo Kitaoka - Zombies roam the earth and civilization as we know it is dead. When Jinâa young man trying to survive the chaosârescues a cat from certain death, the unlikely duo sets off on a quest to find a mysterious island where Jinâs wife may be alive. Witness the zombie apocalypse through the eyes of a fearless feline whose curiosity may kill him yet.
Rating: Not yet read.
PLEASE READ: Due to its setting, this series has been given a handful of content warnings, please heed this warning before you read. Content warning for gore, death, sexual abuse, physical abuse.
Film
i'm not gonna put every disney or dreamworks film on here i'm sure a majority of us know that disney makes a lot of already popular animal films. if possible, i'd like to spotlight some films that weren't made by big studios and/or don't get a lot of attention. Further note, some of these are adaptations of children's books. I'm cheating a little here mainly because the adaptations are more well-known and probably more appealing for readers of this list than the original books. Uh, sorry.
The Brave Little Toaster directed by Jerry Rees - The film follows the adventures of sentient kitchen appliances and the search for their owner.
Rating: Aimed for a younger audience, it's an adorable viewing for all ages.
Isle of Dogs directed by Wes Anderson - In the year 2038, canine flu breaks out in a futuristic Japan and all dogs are sent to 'trash island' where they fight to survive. One day, a young Japanese boy crashes down on trash island to find his dog.
Rating: The stop-motion animation is gorgeous, the writing is fun and charming, and the visuals are amazing, however the film has rightfully garnered criticism for its stereotypical depiction of Japanese society and 'white savior' narrative around one of its human characters.
Chirin no Suzu (English Title: Ringing Bell/Chirin's Bell) directed by Masami Hata - On a farm, Chirin witnesses the death of his mother to a wolf. Distraught and filled with rage, Chirin vows to get revenge and trains to do so.
Rating: A fantastic and visually striking film, the film's cute aesthetics hide a sombre and darker story. Would recommend!
*Vuk (English Title: The Little Fox) directed by Atilla Dargay - A Hungarian animated film that follows the life of a fox and how he must use his wits to survive.
Rating: Not yet watched.
Arashi no Yoru Ni (English Title: One Stormy Night) directed by GisaburĹ Sugii - On one stormy night, a sheep and a wolf take refuge from a storm in the same abandoned home and befriend each other...unaware of what species the other is until later. They strike an unusual friendship that's tested when their respective groups begin to clash.
Rating: Cute, sweet, and well-animated, One Stormy Night is well known for the romantic undertones of its two leads. I think it's adorable and highly recommend.
Note: It received another adaptation of the same source material, a 3D animated show where they made the sheep a girl. Do with that information what you will.
Leafy, A Hen into the Wild directed by Oh Sung-yoon - A farm chicken dreams of one day living a life in the wild and raising her own clutch of eggs and, after faking her death to escape, finally gets the opportunity to do so.
Rating: A gorgeous animated film with moments that will tug at your heart strings. It's got some kiddy jokes with poop and fart jokes but they're not too distracting. Would recommend!
Note: Please find a version with the ORIGINAL ending, not the censored one. It is more thematically fitting and one heck of a gut-punch.
Underdog/A Dog's Courage directed by Lee Chun-baek and Oh Sung-yoon - After being abandoned by his owners, a dog joins up with a pack of other dogs in search of 'paradise'.
Rating: Despite some poor pacing and wonky tonal problems, I think this movie is still worth checking out! The character designs are cute and it's decent entertainment if you've got some time.
Note: There's a post that says this movie is about dogs escaping to North Korea, it's not true. They escape from North Korea to South Korea.
Padak directed by Dae-Hee Lee - A dark and sometimes brutal film about a wild fish that ends up in a restaurant fish tank that overlooks the ocean. The film stays there and the audience is given a tense, nerve-wracking narrative of life and death.
Rating: A fantastic, emotional movie that uses its limited setting to its full advantage. It's brutal and unforgiving but one hundred percent worth the watch.
Khumba directed by Anthony Silverston - A film that follows a zebra with only half his stripes and his journey to gain the rest of them in hopes of being accepted by his herd.
Rating: It's fine, a little wonky but it has a lot of heart.
Earnest and Celestine directed by StĂŠphane Aubier, Vincent Patar and Benjamin Renner - A gorgeous 2D French animated film based on a series of children's films about a bear who takes in an orphan mouse in an anthropomorphic society that does not approve.
Rating: you're going to get cavities at how sweet this film is. Charming, funny, and visually stunning, you would be remiss if you didn't watch this wonderful film at least once.
The Land Before Time directed by Don Bluth - After tragedy strikes, young Apatosaurus must embark on a journey to find the Great Valley.
Rating: It's a classic! A bit cutesy and meanders at times, but still worth a watch.
Note: Pretty well known for the host of direct-to-DVD sequel movies it produced, a television series, and a video game.
Television (Online Productions Included)
My Pride directed by Maddi Patton - My Pride is an independent internet production that follows the tale of a disabled lion named Nothing trying to exist in her cruel society.
Rating: My Pride is clearly a work of passion, one canât deny the creator clearly had a vision of what she wanted from this show. However, the execution is flawed and the handling of disability has been (rightfully) criticized. While the animators and voice actors have clearly put a lot of love and effort into the project, the writing falls short of what it could be.
Note: The series ends on a cliffhanger and has been discontinued. You have been warned.
My Little Pony (Generations 1-5) developed by Hasbro - If you like ponies, here you go! While G1 did have a human character, G3 to G5 are purely horsies. Each generation has a different story and main cast to follow.
Rating: Very obviously for a younger age demographic, the generations do have their own charm! G4 is popular for a reason with a sleek style, witty writing, and a lovely cast of characters.
Azurehowl and Azurehowl Reborn created by azurehowlshilach - Bet this one brings back nostalgia lol Azurehowl is set in a world where wolves have the magic of dragons! It centers around Ruuza who may be more special than she realizes.
Rating: i gotta rewatch this one to make my thoughts clear but i remember finding it charming. Azurehowl Reborn appears to be the remake/reboot of the original series.
Note: Ongoing!
Twelve by Petpyves - An original series about May and Imp, a duo who's jobs are to jump from body to body and guide them to a better end, results vary. It's a work of love and has some really strong concepts and writing, as well as doing its best to handle more mature subejcts with respect.
Rating: It's rough around the edges but nonetheless a great show to binge! I recommend it, though it's been a while since I watched it.
Note: Complete!
No Evil by Betsy Lee - In the land of myths and fables incarnate a group of spirits live their casual lives alongside humans, until a cataclysmic force thought to be dealt with shows once again in the world. A prequel series to the webcomic Brother Swan.
Rating: Not yet watched.
Note: Complete!
Burrow's End by Dimension 20 - A Dungeons & Dragons campaign following a group of stoats.
Rating: Not yet watched.
Note: Complete!
Video Games
Okami developed by Clover Studios - You play as the wolf Amaterasu on her journey to save the world from forces of darkness.
Rating: A classic for a reason. Fun to play, great story, lovely characters. Would recommend!
Stray developed by Bluetwelve Studios - In a walled city populated by robots, you play as a cat.
Rating: ending made me bawl. Gameplay is a bit clunky, the platforming is essentially hitting buttons to automatically jump to your destination instead of you jumping yourself. Otherwise, would recommend!
*Tokyo Jungle developed Crispy's! - Set in a deserted, furistic Tokyo, you can select from a wide array of animals to play as and survive.
Rating: never played but maaan do I want to.
*Spirit of the North developed by Infuse Studio- You play as an ordinary red fox whose story becomes entwined with the guardian of the Northern Lights, a female spirit fox.
Rating: Yet to play.
Untitled Goose Game developed by House House - honk
Rating: honk
*Copoka developed by Inaccurate Interactive - You play as a pigeon trying to build a nest in a totalitarian state.
Rating: Yet to play.
*Seasons After Fall developed by Swing Swing Submarine - 2D platformer where you play as a fox in a magical land.
Rating: Yet to play.
Pokemon Mystery Dungeon developed by Spike Chunsoft - A rogue-like RPG in which you take the form as a human turned Pokemon and must navigate your world. There are currently seven games to choose from, each with a unique world and story.
Rating: I love PMD, I'm putting it here because I'm biased. I love it a lot and it fits the criteria so here you go!
Cattails & *Cattails: Wildwood Story developed by Falcon Development - With the creator known for their WC fan game, Untold Tales, Cattails branched out from the bones of the fan game and became an original game of it's own! In this RPG, you play as a cat where you can hunt, fight, find love, and solve puzzles. Wildwood expands on the base mechanics, adding in farming, characters, and more!
Rating: I found the first Cattails to be cute and simple. It's not an intensive RPG, the mechanics become repetitive after a while. If you're someone who likes getting into the rhythm of a grindy rpg, you'll like this one. Not yet played Wildwood but I've heard it's great!
Rain World developed by Videocult - You play as a nomadic slugcat in a brutal world with only your wits, agility, and strength to survive. Eat, hunt, flee, and hibernate while finding out the secrets of your world.
Rating: Okay. this game is HARD. Like unfair hard. Imprecise controls, brutal difficulty, and sometimes really unfair save points - this one is tough. However, it is gorgeous and it's really fun seeing all the beautiful environments the creators came up with. Enemies are also incredibly complex, reacting to each other and you in different ways. It's an acquired taste, while it wasn't for me personally, I would recommend giving it a try at the very least.
Miscellaneous
Additions that aren't necessarily xenofiction but pertain to it in some way.
Cheek by Jowl: Animals in Children's Literature by Ursula K. Le Guin -A fantastic essay that explores the role of the animal in children's literature from its role as something to reflect human society, or how it teaches children about animals. Furthermore, it explores the ways in which xenofiction can intentionally or unintentionally reinforce human bigotry through what we deem the "natural" order of the world.
Rating: Please read if you're interested in xenofiction! A fantastic essay that kicks you off thinking critically about what xenofiction has to say. The essay has a striking section on Watership Down that I highly recommend reading.
Cardinal West (YouTube) - A YouTube channel that discusses xenofiction. Videos that I recommend to start with are:
How (Not) to Write Xenofiction: A Literary Autopsy of âOne for Sorrow, Two for Joyâ by Clive Woodall (CW for discussions of sexual assault)
How Adapting The Fox and the Hound Changed Animation
#NotNOT A COMPLETE LIST!! i'm still updating it!1#but i'd like to post it now so others can add#deers xenofiction list
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