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sy-ki · 1 month ago

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𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚

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tags: caleb x afab fem!reader, smut, implied psuedo incest, creampie, cum eating, panty sniffing, pussy eating through panties (? idk what else to call it), cunnilingus, light nipple play, clit stimulation, light face licking, implied aftercare

note: uhh so this is like my first time ever writing smut, its not even beta read so forgive me for any mistakes, anyways.. it's 2:30am and i should definitely be sleeping so lmk if i missed any tags or anything like that

“Caleb hurry”

“Have some patience pips I'm trying to find the right angle” he says as he sets up the camera to catch you in the bed sitting cross legged, only wearing his old worn out tshirt and panties. Fleet work demands the attention of their colonel and not knowing when exactly he'll be able to wrap it up this is…. "motivation" for the time spent away from each other.

“Alright there” He says, satisfied with how the camera captures all of you and moves back in frame, climbing on the bed he settles in front of you hands on your knees rubbing soothing circles before prying them open, and they are immediately soothing down your thighs “You feel okay?” Caleb asks which in all honesty is very sweet of him, considering you haven't ever done anything like this but right now you can't bring yourself appreciate it, given how his lips were on yours minutes before he got an alert that the Fleet would need him tomorrow morning for a confidential case, so you nod wrapping your arms around his neck hoping he won't notice your disappointment.

But he does.

He always does.

“But you are. I hate that stupid fleet of yours, they always take you away from me” you say, spoiled. Absolutely spoiled by your gege, always needing him by your side, wanting to carve a space open in his chest and fit yourself inside. You had always been like this, it's a lot worse now though, ever since the explosion, thinking you had lost him forever and then finding him again, it has made you more possessive of him and his time, always clinging to him even after how much he changed in your eyes, how different he became from the Caleb you knew and grew up with. His heart sores at the thought.

“Don't be like that baby, you know I'm not leaving because I want to” he tries to soothe you like he has done countless times since you were children, trailing soft pecks from your forehead to your cheeks

He's quick to kiss away the sad little pout on your lips, “I'm here right now yeah?” he tries to reassure and distract you, kissing and nipping at your neck, which seems to do the trick since you were already worked up from earlier, he gently lays you down on your back and lifts your legs over his shoulder, kissing down your calves down to your core, there's impatience in his movement, how he grips the back of your doughy thighs pressing your knees to your chest as he mouths at the seam of your cotton panties, all tongue and teeth as he bites, sucks and licks just a few inches away from where you need him the most.

A choked “Fuck-” is all you manage to say before you throw your head back, hips lifting from his hold as they try to chase the pleasure his mouth gives, but he is faster, stronger it's easy to forget on normal days but when Caleb’s like this, hands pinning your thighs back down— manhandling you it sends a shiver down your spine “You liked that” he say, smug bastard “Shit- just- quit fucking around” you demand, a little frustrated now.

“Calebbb you're teasing again” you whine breathlessly pussy throbbing and gushing “I’m savouring you” he replies pressing his nose right up against your clit through the now slowly soaking panties and he breaths you in “Fuck— god you smell so fucking sweet”. He pays no mind to you squealing and trying to push his head away as he presses his nose deeper, breathing shakily, before you can yell at him he flattens his tongue over your pussy through the fabric.

All it does is make him chuckle “What a spoiled girl, didn't I teach you to ask for the things you want” he chides all too satisfied having you unravel beneath him, it makes you flustered, frustrated, hot like molten lava flushing your face warm, you want to hide from him, bury your face in the pillow but you know better than to do that, so you do what you've always been taught, you ask, nicely politely, “Want you, please” you beg to which he shakes his head “Be specific pips i can't read your mind on how you want me” he says, his thumb pushing under the elastic of your soaked panty as he pulls and snaps it on your skin “Shit- fuck. Okay, want your mouth, please.. gege use your mouth”

He grins before he adjusts you so your soaked cunt is on full display, the camera capturing it, before he licks a stripe up your silt fabric clinging to your puffed up lips, the tip of his tongue presses down where your hole should be then sucks the soaked fabric into his mouth before he pulls back just enough to slide it to the side and latch his mouth onto your clit, sucking and pressing down on it with his tongue, and all you can do is grip his hair and moan, legs wrapping around him, thighs trapping his head in place and Caleb thinks he can die happy here.

It isn't long when the coil in your belly is pulled tight “Caleb im g-gon—” “Go on baby, make a mess” it's all you need before you unravel on his tongue, his tongue fucking into you to taste every last drop, when it gets too overwhelming he gently pulls away with a kiss to your sensetive clit, you pull him up and into a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue, it's messy, it's filthy, drool dripping down the sides of your mouths when he rubs his tongue against yours, swirling and sucking on it, you don't want to pull away, never, you want to be attached to him in every sense of the word, fused together, but the need for air takes over and your both separate with a filthy swipe of your tongue, Caleb however leans down to lick up the sides of your lips catching drool spilling over.

“Do you feel okay to continue?” Caleb asks to which you eagerly nod, you've been waiting for this the whole evening, moving you both in the middle of the bed, he picks up the camera, kneeling between your legs as you spread them open, the camera catching the wet shine of it, your hands bunch up his your tshirt up to your neck, Caleb can't help himself from pawing at your tits, leaning down to take one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around your nipple and lightly biting it, which earns him moans upon moans from you, popping it out of his mouth, he thumbs at your bottom lip, you take that as an invitation to wrap your pretty lips around it and suck, his cock throbs in his pants, has been leaking pre since he started touching you

You look up at him from under your lashes, still sucking on his fingers as you take his cock out stroking him, it earns you a delicious hiss from him as he slides his thumb out from your mouth, pressing and circling it on your neglected nipple, you gasp pussy gushing as you run his tip on your clit. Up and down, up and down as it catches on the entrance of your hold making both of you shudder, losing composure second by second, Caleb holds himself at the base and taps his cock on your wet cunt, pushing in all in one go.

The stretch leaves both of you breathless, and he sets a punishing pace, seemingly all thoughts and composure leaves him and he hastily sets the camera back down, in a somewhat coherent position so it at least keeps you both in frame, wrapping his hands around your hips he all but buries himself in you with each stroke, the camera shakes as well the recording definitely turning blurry. You wrap yourself around him, clinging and surrounding him as he reaches deep within you, tears of pleasure cling to your eyes as you hide your face in his neck, clenching around him as he momentary stutters his pace and he latches onto your nipple, two-three well angled thrusts and you both are coming undone, ropes and ropes of hot cum spilling inside you as you go limp under him, too boneless to move or ask him to move as he crushes you under his weight.

By the time he's finds the strength to pull away from you, you are floating between the edges of sleepiness It makes something fond bubble inside his chest “It's okay honey, you can rest I'll clean you up” He says kissing your cheek and reaching to switch the recording off, you give him a sweet smile before succumbing to sleep.

#love and deepspace caleb #lads caleb #love and deepspace smut #lads smut #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace #cw psudeocest #cw incest #xen writes

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bloodchapell · 3 months ago

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Could I get a DR STONE Stanley relationship hc. Please

stanley snyder relationship hcs!

what to expect: suggestive

your sword's note: thankyu for the request dear anon! i hate him with all my heart but gyatdamn is he pretty (iloveprettymen), this took some time im sorryy. more on my mistresslist

first thing that came to mind is that he is freaky like that, will explain later, let's start tame

if you smoke too, he suddenly becomes concerned about the health problems that smoking brings, if you don't he doesn't smoke around you or doesn't smoke as much

pda in a possessive manner, if someone looks at you he looks back at them with his "i can kill you" look

you are like home for him, something about him screams that he had an unstable family home so having you is like a peaceful hideout for him. he comes home and there is no chaos, just you with a warm smile

even if you two argue, which i feel would be often (for some reasons), you both resolve it fairly quickly

he has learned that he had not so positive behaviors when approaching disagreements and has learned properly the better ways to give his point across while also caring for your side and your feelings. took him some time, but it was worth it

im so sorry but at some point you thought he liked xeno, he would be mentioning him a little too often. idk if he did or not or how was that but lets say that it doesn't matter for the sake of this

already kinda launched this idea in another request i did but bro drives a fancy sports car and he is so proud of it

he is jealouussss, so jealous, it isn't even justified, this guy is chiseled like a greek god 💀

there are periods of time in which you don't see him due to his job, but every time he comes back he will bring you an unthinkably massive bouquet of your favorite flowers (not the ones we are like 'ooo cute' but they kinda suck), he will take you out, tell you everything about the mission, listen to everything that you tell him, and ofc after the date there is freakeeey time

his family either hates you (for some unknown reason) or loves you, regardless you don't like them because they sucked and were never there for him

will be forcing you to do double dates with xeno and his partner (if he has one). you end up becoming friends with the partner and you two lowkey plot some romance story between stanley and xeno (i would do this)

love language: physical touch. have we seen how he grabbed xeno's cheek on the manga!?!?!? my lorddd. for my anime only people, you will devour what i am mentioning once it is animated

you once yelled "at ease" while he was sleeping and he got really mad, he is also big on quality time because of his family issues. loves watching old movies and can talk about them forever

when you two met, he had nothing to write your number on so he noted it down on a cigarette. he never smoked it, still has it. if you find it he will be embarrassed

nowww, as i rub my hands like a fly, this guy is freakyyy, he looks like that. there is some sort of roleplaying in which he is a soldier and your role can vary but it comes up often

his favorite: you are two enemy soldiers and he captures you and tortures you (in the good way). there are ropes involved

dom, thats it. but he loves when you ride him, that one is for the special times

#x reader #dcst #dr stone #drst #stanley x y/n #stanley x reader #stanley snyder #dr stone x reader #dr stone x y/n #stanley snyder x reader

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pinkchaosnight · 8 months ago

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so here is my adar request. basically in which the fem!reader is taken in ep 5 instead of galadriel. once in adar's tent (during ep 6) they talk and get into a heated discussion about sauron and eregion. their banter gets so intense that glûg walks inside to see if everything is okay and then they both snap at them in union and then glûg whispers something like "oh no, dad and mom are fighting" idk something humorous lol. (excuse my grammar mistakes - English is not my native language). i need tension like air.

omg , tysm for this ask. its absolutely flawless. i enjoyed this ep so much! i have initially thought of doing a small imagine but somehow it turned it into this long, also i diverged from the ask slightly too🥹. i have changed some dialouges and scenarios. i hope you enjoy them!

pull of threads - (adar × fem!reader)

summary: dinner with adar is never straightforward is it? when especially you are captured and essentially sort of a prisoner?

(reimagined rings of power ep 6 where reader gets captured instead of Galadriel)

pairing : adar x female!reader

notes : english is not my first language, so i apologize in advance for the errors you might encounter. i have not properly edited, so please let me know if you find any error.

the uruk leader seated across you is poking his food with a vigour, as he regards you with suspicion. humiliation might be the nicest thing you can describe about what you are feeling right now, (along with some other feelings too but you blatantly ignore them) being captured as a prisoner. you were Lady Galadriel's friend and the her aide, until a few months ago when you retired from your post. everything that was going on was so overwhelming that you had to step away from your duties and that's exactly what you did. you travelled around, mostly staying in woods and forests and praying orcs don't chase you. you almost succeeded too until you recieved a letter from Lady Galadriel stating she needed your help, now that they are going to warn Celebrimbor about Halbrand being Sauron. you were reading her letter without a care for your surrounding that unfortunately resulted in you being captured and brought to the uruk camp. and thats why you were currently in this situation, being seated in front the uruk leader. Adar, he is called, as you recall from the days Lady Galadriel captured him many months ago.

the tent which was made up of dirty rags, was surprisingly warm, with a fireplace and a huge table laden with food. combinations of food that seems almost a disgrace to the plates it hold ; with berries, onions and meat. whoever did the dinner should be tossed into the cliff. the said uruk leader was now biting into a piece of meat from god knows what, as he watches you. if he is hoping to catch something from your expression he has another thing coming for him, as you keep your face as emotionless as you can, although Eru knows for how long.

" from my brief time in your Commander's capture, I guessed she was intent on finding Sauron. almost consumed by the thought of it, one might say." his words sliced the depth of silence that hanged between you and him.

" former Commander. and it is none of your concern what her intentions are. who are you to know her mind? you who could not even resist the allure of Sauron's words?" you reply in a monotonous way, hoping he doesn't find anything there.

Adar stops as he hears those words, as he slowly puts down the piece of food he is chewing. he remembers the first time he saw you; being chained up after being captured by Galadriel. all around him was dark but you came with a jar of water and a loaf of bread for him, when everybody was kind of neglecting him, except for when they needed information and torturing. that simple act of kindess and the conversions that ranged from 'hello' to a simple 'have a good day' that followed from your side warmed what little was left of his beating heart. he remember you being firercely loyal to Galadriel yet having a mind of your own to speak if necessary. he remembers how you disagreed when your commander spoke of his children as slaves. and above all, he remembers how you exuded a sense of warmth in that cold space.

now he looks at you in surprise as he leans forward "former?"

you squirm uncomfortably in your seat. after all, how could you let him know that one of the reasons why you left the army and being her secondin command, was his words? the converstion between him, Lady Galadriel and you, when he was captured really messed up your perceptive. other elves could not see but you saw what he was trying to say; that the uruks were just as worthy of lives and living as other creations of Eru, as each had a heart. you remember disagreeing with Lady Galadriel when she mentioned them as slaves, and Adar's eyes flashing in you direction, with ambiguous emotions.

shaking out of your reverie you say "yes, i am no longer her second in command, so its really useless to have me captured in here. i can offer you nothing. "

adar chuckles at your statement, as he rises from his seat and strides towards you. he stops infront of your chair, as he looks at you with an intense stare. and you couldn't help but stare back at him. those eyes, surrounded by scars and years of mutilation, made your heart ache with pain. you wonder what he was thinking, what he was plotting behind those somber eyes of his. you always wondered what happened to him after you ran away from the campsite that day. you retired and wandered in woods after that incident, with nothing to keep you company but fragments of him in your memory. love and hatred have a fine line separating them; you often heard from your friends and in those lonely nights on the woods you wandered if that is true. if you can cross that line with bravery. something that you are afraid to reveal to anyone. he was the one in your mind and on the other side of that fine line, as swirls of feeling wound up in your heart. a dangerous feeling to have for man who is going to kill you......one day.

"who says you can offer me nothing?" he says as he strides close to your face and tucks a strand of hair back. funny he did that because you had the same thought too, of brushing the loose hair of his and tucking it back. "my children found this in your bag" he says as he pulls out the scroll from a table behind you. "we know the elven army is approaching to find Sauron, in Eregion. And that has all the confirmation i want. and i know Halbrand is Sauron"

desperation washes over you as you see the scroll of paper Lady Galadriel wrote and gave you to read before she parted ways. you never got a chance to read the rest of paper as she and you went seprate ways, before you got caught by his minions.

" whatever your plan is, it is not going to work " you say with venom, as you stand up in anger (or so you thought stubbornly), coming face to face with him.

"do you know what Sauron promised me? " Adar asks you as he studies your expression flits from anger to confusion "children, he promised me children. and he made that promise into weapons of wars, my children mere tools for his gratifications, something which can be eradicated at his whims" he says, his voice a tad quite and flushed with sadness. it took all my willpower to keep my hands from reaching his and comforting him.

" you are going to kill him Eregion, aren't you?" i ask as realisation hits me a few seconds later. he moves back a few paces, widening the tantalizing distance betweeen us and doesn't reply as he keeps his back to me.

" you cannot, i think it is his plan too. i just have feeling in my heart this is exactly what he wants. for you to lead your army to him. we must ask Lady Galadriel's advice" i say as he turns and shoots me a look of disbelief.

"why should i listen to the words of someone whose race is hellbent on eradicating us from the face of this plane?" he shouts as he paces towards you, shaking with anger. "i did not capture you to hear your advice. Eregion will fall and Sauron with it" he says as closes the distance between us, trapping me between the chair and him.

"i want Sauron to fall too, i want to kill him and make sure he is permanently wiped off from this earth. but not in this way." i shriek in his face, which was merely inches apart from mine.

"i do not know why you care if i lead my army or not " he hisses as he moves back from me again, his eyes capturing my own ones in anger and perhaps sadness.

there is a tipping point for everyone's anger and you could feel his words pushing you to yours. you could no longer hold the feelings erupting inside you as you shouts." i care because this will all be ending in blooshed. i care because all my loved ones are going there and i don't want them to die. i care for the lives that will be sacrificed if you chose to follow this foolish plan of yours. and i care that something will happen to you and you will not make it out alive"

reality of the words registers in your brain as soon as the words escape your mouth. you have opened your heart and mouth and let all the dam of emotions you kept inside to turn into a river. and now you are going to suffer the consequences, preferably being submerged in those same waters, which you so kept in binds inside your now erratically beating organ.

Adar was stunned, staring at you in utter silence. his heart tingled, with the same warmth he felt months ago in your presence. his ears has always been the receiver of abuse and bad news, never the object to receive the sentiment with which you uttered the words quite a few seconds ago; words with care...and love. he slowly steps forward you, his hands unclenching from the remnant of his anger and reaching towards your face "you ....care about me.....?" his voice is a mere whisper, tinged with something you couldn't place. this goddess, this beacon of kindness care about him?

you wanted to melt into those eyes of his, that is oh so mysterious and perhaps you would have, if the tents did not flap open suddenly.

" lord father, glûg here. i heard shouts coming from outside. i was worried and just came inside to check if you are okay and if nan--" glûg stops as he sees you standing closely to his lord father. you notice his surprise being replaced with a slight smirk in your direction.

"get out" adar and you both says in unison, as you turn towards the orc in annoyance.

"certainly lord father" glûg says as turns away to exit "just lover's quarrel, lord father and naneth better make up". he exits as quickly as he can, muttering to himself.

you turn your head towards him, only to catch his eyes searching your face "yes i do care about you...." your voice is shaking but not in anger and with some other emotions you tried so hard to bury.

a flicker of emotions passes over his eyes as he glazes his vision over you "you think you are the only one who cares? why did you even think i captured you instead of your Commander, when i could have easily caught her and gotten the information too? why did you think you never encountered any orcs while you were sauntering through the woods? never have you escaped from my mind for a moment from the day we met. i tried so hard to keep every emotions i am feeling, hidden from you. but tonight i can't and i won't. i know i am a monster, an abomination for someone so kind as you. but tonight i am baring the one thing that has not been tainted by the evil , to your hands."

he places your hand on his chest, as you your eyes brim with tears. you feel his heart beating erratically, mirroring yours. "from the day you pulled me from that dark abyss, i decided that this heart will only belong to one person, to the one person this heart wholeheartedly loves."

time stops as you hears his words, it is like honey being poured into your ears. "so does mine too" you reciprocate, as you places his hands on your chest. "you are neither a monster nor an abomination. you are beautiful as Eru's any other creation. i even left the army because of you. because you keep on invading my everyday thoughts. and i kept thinking of how you are my enemy and i how i should hate you. but my heart never responded to any negative emotions, for all it had was love for you."

fianlly you can let this emotion run free, this plaguing need for him that you tried so hard to conceal. you would have stood there for eternity, for all of your immortal life, with his warm hands pressing yours into his chest. no words are exchanged betweeen you two in these seconds; no words are needed as the beating of your heart and the measure of your breath are enough to convey the feelings pouring off from both of you. he slowly closes the already miniscule distance betweeen you, as you step forward at the same time too, the tantalizing distance between your lips almost unbearable. you can feel his breath near your mouth, as your lips part with breathlessness and need. you just need to lean forward and place your mouth. you slowly reach forward, just enough to press the lips against his----

" lord father, i got a sudden report that---what is happening here?" glûg's voice rang across the tent as you and adar both turned to his direction.

" GET OUT GLÛG" you both cries in unison as poor glûg scurries off, being banished from the tent second time. but not before he catches a warm smile passing over his lord father. glûg catches from his peripheral vision, of his lord father pressing a chaste kiss in your cheek before placing his forehead against yours and smiling a genuine smile, which he has never seen.

'things will be good from now on' glûg thinks as he passes over to the next tent, thinking of the elf that thawed the ice of his lord father's heart. the one his lord father told him about months; the one lord father instructed him to call naneth in the future. and the one who made his lord father whole again after eons.

extra notes - all the asks i got, i will update them by this week itself, tysm for requesting! please leave a like and reblog and if you enjoyed reading them. hope everyone have an amazing day :)

#adar #adar x you #adar x reader #adar rings of power #the rings of power #adar x oc

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writingslob · 26 days ago

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Ayo

I'm a bit of a fan of Crack ships/unlikely ships they are really fun and lin ling x enlighter is a great one I read the one fic on ao3 and saw you're Lil villain x hero one and now I'm obsessed

Here's my question

If inlighters crush somehow reached lins ears (idk how but reasons) and lin happened to say fuk it we ball and decided why not (he fell for him a Lil later when up to you maby during the dating he started to actually develop some) fact is they are now like each other and are In a relationship

How would u think they'd be like? the Lil headcanons in there oh so forbidden lil relationship?

Extra u don't have to answer

What would there firt time be like? Are they painfully awkward are the sweet are they absolute animals?(Bottom lin/top enlighter)could you write there first time? Only if u want to of course

(Part 2) [ENLIGHTENER] x [LIN LING]

Author’s note: This is the continuation of this! I hope you enjoy!

It’s been about a month since his embarrassing revelation, and in that month, he swears everyone and their mothers know about it. The tag Enlightener/Lin Ling has been trending for weeks, and don’t get him started on the amount of edits that have been circulating about the two of them with some cheesy pop song in the background. (What? What do you mean he’s been liking and saving them in a private folder!? That’s absurd; he would never do such a thing!)

Miss Juan, like the shark she is, immediately found out and capitalized on the opportunity, setting up fake hidden dates (with 10 million cameras set up to capture all their movement so Miss Juan's burner account can ‘leak’ them later). At first, it was painfully awkward. With Lin Ling being withdrawn (Where’s his bright smile?) and Enlightener asking increasingly insensitive questions to try to get a reaction out of him (Anger looks better on him than emptiness), both of them walked out of that ‘date’ fuming.

The audience, none the wiser, ate up these leaks, and Miss Juan scheduled 10 more. Their next date was much better than the last one, the two of them engaging in a civil conversation, and on the 3rd date, Enlightener finally managed to crack a laugh out of Lin Ling. (No, his heart didn’t warm up at the sound. Shut up.) It was around the 23rd date that Lin Ling pulled him aside and asked if he wanted to go out on a real date. Not just some publicity stunt, and it was at that moment that Enlightener fell in love all over again.

(After they officially got together, Miss Juan was shocked to see their popularity hit an all-time high, along with the tag #MPREG. She does not know what that is.)

#to be hero x #tbhx #tbhx lin ling #to be hero x lin ling #to be hero x Enlightener #tbhx Enlightener #Enlightener x Lin Ling #Enlightenerling #?#headcanon

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lilbluustar · 3 months ago

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♡ 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

pairing: fem!reader x anton

content: fluff, soft romance, light intimacy.

wc: 2.2~k

note: i had never taken HOURS to write something, I had to hurry because later I won't have time, ill probably edit it later, idk and i wanted it to write something soft because I'm sensitive, my boy is already 21!!! he brings out my soft, cheesy and romantic side...you don't know how much I adore anton, as always, if there is any mistake, lmk:)

happy b-day, toni!! <3

the sunrise paints the sky with soft shades of pink and gold as you open your eyes, your heart beating with excitement. today is anton's day, the birthday of the love of your life, and nothing matters more to you than making sure it's the best one yet.

you get up carefully, trying not to wake him. he's deeply asleep, his steady breathing and slightly tousled hair falling over his forehead. his relaxed expression makes you smile; he looks so peaceful, so beautiful. you lean in gently to press a kiss to his cheek before slipping out of the room.

in the kitchen, you get to work preparing his favorite breakfast: fluffy pancakes with honey and heart-shaped strawberries, steaming coffee just the way he likes it, and fresh juice. everything is arranged with care on a tray, accompanied by a small note that says, "happy birthday, my love ♡"

when you return to the room, anton has already stirred under the sheets, still drowsy. his half-lidded eyes watch you with confusion before he notices the pastel green and blue balloons decorating the room and the tray in your hands.

"good morning, birthday boy." you whisper with a smile.

anton blinks a couple of times before breaking into a wide smile, the one that melts you every time.

"did you do all this for me?"

"of course. today is your day, and i want it to be perfect from the moment you wake up."

he slowly sits up, rubbing his eyes before pulling you into his arms.

"you're amazing, you know that?" he murmurs against your skin before pressing a kiss to your neck.

"only for you." you giggle, feeling how tightly he holds you.

you share breakfast in bed, with anton stealing bites from your plate despite having his own. you can't help but laugh at his pure happiness, savoring every bite while his hand never lets go of yours.

when you're done, you kiss his nose and pull him out of bed.

"come on, there are still more surprises."

anton raises an eyebrow, intrigued.

"more? just how much have you planned?"

"just trust me."

you both get in the car, and you drive to his first surprise of the day: a hidden lake nestled between mountains, a paradise of crystal-clear waters where you can enjoy each other without interruptions.

when you finally arrive, anton is speechless.

"how did you know i've always wanted to come here?"

"because i know you."

he turns to you, eyes full of love, before leaning in to kiss you, slow and deep.

"i don't know what i did to deserve you, but i'll never stop being grateful for it"

you change into swimsuits and dive into the water together, laughing as anton playfully chases you, splashing every time you try to escape. he catches you in his arms and starts spinning you around in the water, his laughter mixing with yours.

"you're not getting away that easily!" he teases, holding you tight.

after hours of swimming, you both come out of the water, wrapping yourselves in towels as you sit by the shore, the sun warming your skin. anton rests his head on your shoulder, his thumb tracing soft circles on your hand.

"this has been the best birthday of my life."

"and it's not over yet. " you say with a smile before going to the car and pulling out his gift along with a small, carefully wrapped package.

his eyes shine with excitement as he takes it, but what captures his attention most is the letter that comes with it. his hands tremble slightly as he opens it.

letter for toni 🦕🩵:

"my love,

from the moment you entered my life, everything changed. you are the light that brightens my days, the calm in my storms, the embrace that always feels like home. with you, every moment becomes meaningful, every laugh shines brighter, and every breath is filled with love. you have no idea how much i cherish every little thing about you—from the way you look at me with tenderness to those moments when you try to hide your emotions, but i know deep down you melt just like i do.

today is a special day, a day the universe marked to bring the most wonderful person i've ever met into the world. there aren't enough words to express how grateful i am that you exist, that our lives crossed paths, and that i get to be here, celebrating the one i love most in this world.

i love the way you take my hand without even thinking, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. i adore how you look at me like i’m the only person in the universe, how you silently move closer just to wrap me in your arms. it makes me happy to know that you trust me, that you find comfort in my presence, because believe me, i will always be here for you. to love you, to support you, to remind you every single day how incredible you are.

today, i don’t just celebrate your life—I celebrate everything you are and everything you mean to me. i celebrate your laughter, the one that has the power to brighten my days. i celebrate your big heart, which has taught me what love is in its purest form. i celebrate each and every one of your dreams because i want to see you achieve them all and be by your side while you do.

you are my favorite person in the world. my greatest love. my home.

no matter how many years pass, i will always celebrate this day with the same love, the same excitement, and the same certainty that you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. because if life gave me the chance to choose you a thousand times, i would choose you in every single one without hesitation.

happy birthday, my love.

with all my heart and infinite love,

your love.”

when he looks up, his eyes are filled with tears.

he doesn’t say anything—he tries to, but the emotions overwhelm him, so he just pulls you into a tight hug, burying his face in your neck.

"this is the best gift anyone has ever given me... " he murmurs, refusing to let go.

"but you still have to open the other one," you say, stroking his back.

"the letter is the best gift because you made it. thank you, love."

"love isn’t something you have to thank me for, toni."

he stays like that for several minutes, clinging to you, his face hidden in your neck as he leaves a soft kiss there.

later, as the sun sets, you take him to the final destination of the day: an elegant rooftop adorned with warm lights and a breathtaking view. anton can't stop looking at you in awe.

"i can't believe you planned even more... and especially this..."

"it's your birthday, you deserve the best."

anton takes your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as you dine under the stars. just when you think the moment couldn't get any more perfect, you see him pull a small box from his pocket.

your heart pounds as he opens it, revealing a beautiful promise ring.

"the best gift i could ever receive in this world is you." he says softly, his gaze full of love and determination. "and i want to make sure you stay with me for a very, very long time."

your eyes well up with tears as he gently slides the ring onto your finger.

"does this mean you’re mine forever?" you whisper.

anton smiles before kissing you, slow and deep.

"always."

you stay embraced, savoring the view and each other's company.

after that elegant dinner on the rooftop, where every glance and every touch of hands was charged with emotion, you both return home with hearts pounding. anton still holds your hand tightly, as if he never wants to let go, and as you walk to the door, his expression is a mix of tenderness and infinite love.

as the door closes, the atmosphere subtly shifts. there’s a warmth that surrounds you, a sweet silence filled with emotions that both of you can feel in the air. anton looks at you, those shining eyes saying a thousand things without the need for words. and then, without thinking too much, he cups your face in both hands and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

"thank you… for all of this. for making my birthday the best one ever. i don’t know what i did to deserve you, but i swear i’ll thank the universe every single day for having you in my life."

his voice breaks slightly with emotion, and when he pulls you into his arms, you feel the warmth of his body wrapping around yours, his steady breath against your neck. he stays like that, holding you, as if trying to make this moment last forever.

when you finally pull apart, his hands remain on your waist, his fingers tracing soft patterns against your skin. his eyes drop to your lips, and in that instant, desire and love intertwine in his gaze. he’s the one who leans in first, capturing your lips in a slow, lingering kiss, filled with meaning. every touch is a silent promise, a declaration of everything he feels for you.

the kisses grow deeper, more intense, as his hands explore you with tenderness, memorizing every inch of your skin. he guides you gently toward the couch, or maybe toward the bedroom, never breaking that look of pure adoration. "let me celebrate you too," he whispers between kisses, because even though it’s his birthday, to him, the real gift is you.

the night stretches on with slow caresses, breathless whispers, and confessions tangled in kisses. this moment belongs only to the two of you, the perfect ending to a day filled with love, where every gesture, every glance, and every sigh speaks louder than words.

and when exhaustion finally takes over, he holds you against his chest, his fingers running through your hair in soft, soothing motions. "there’s no better way to end this day than like this, with you in my arms," he murmurs, pressing one last kiss to your forehead.

and just like that, between whispers, caresses, and silent promises, the night becomes an unforgettable memory in the story of you two.

#riize #riize imagines #riize is 7 #riize x reader #idol x reader #idol!reader #lee anton #anton imagines #anton x reader #anton soft hours #anton #juwuls🎀#anton x y/n #anton x you #riize soft thoughts #riize soft hours #riize fluff #lee chanyoung

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sivyera · 2 years ago

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Dating Ekko but Vi has a crush on you...

so let's start from the beginning (from the start it's kinda boring ngl)

you, ekko, powder and vi (also with mylo and claggor before their death) were childhood friends

but after vander's, mylo's and claggor's death, after silco took jinx under his wing and after vi was put in jail, everything change

you didn't saw ekko or anyone else for a long time, so you were alone

but one night after many years, firelights found you and kinda kidnap you if i can call it like that

you had a bag over your head so you couldn't see anything, but you heard someone walking around you

that someone took the bag off your head, she squinted at the light and then you saw a person with and owl looking mask?

you frowned and you switched to defense mode, asking questions like who is he, what he want, etc..

the person didn't say anything and took off his mask slowly

you gasped when you saw ekko, but now he wasn't as cute as he was when he was a lil kid, he was hot

he released you out of handcuffs and you immediately hugged him, he hugged you back

well after that you talked for hours, telling each other what happened etc

ekko showed you what he built over those years and you loved it

and you loved it to the point that you become a firelight and you were ekko's right hand (but don't tell scar;))

and after few months you two started dating

so ekko now captured vi and had a 'little' talk with her and when they went to release caitlyn from her handcuffs, you were there

you were standing in front of caitlyn giving her some food so she can get a bit energy

vi didn't recognize you at start but when you turn to face her she was amazed, you change a lot

you walked towards her or that what she thought

you walked towards ekko, who was sitting next to her, you bend down to give him a kiss on his forehead

when you bend to kiss him, vi and caitlyn could perfectly see your ass, which made caitlyn blush and vi smirk

vi liked you for a long time but she didn't really thought about love when she was a kid

but when she realized you're dating ekko, ohoho she didn't like it a bit

she was jealous, like a lot but she could hide it well (that what she thought)

she thought that she was better partner for you, she was older and stronger, etc

she tried to restore her relationship with you, because she didn't see you for years, so ekko didn't mind at first

but ekko isn't stupid and he notice that vi is more touchy with you and she is always checking you out

so he became jealous as well

so whenever vi was nearby, he put his arms around your waist or kiss you

vi just rolled her eyes but inside she was furious

vi flirted with you, a lot

sometimes her and ekko get into a fights because of you, but nothing serious just vi picking up on ekko telling him tha you deserve someone mature or a real (wo)man

vi makes fake scenarios in her head when she sees you and ekko kissing, hugging or just holding hands, imagining that she was at ekko's place

ekko would sometimes complain when you two cuddle or are alone that vi is looking at you too much and that you gave her too much attention, i have to admit that he is also kinda insecure that you will leave him, but he just loves you with his whole heart

she would also stare at you, just admiring your beaty and ekko didn't like it, like he agree with her that you are beautiful, but you were his and his only

when he gets more jealous or just overwhelmed with things, he would fuck you all night, make you moan his name for vi to hear and he would mark your neck with hickeys for vi to see them the next day (yk let her know who you belong to)

it kinda affect their friendship because vi is stubborn and she can't give up or take a hint

and ekko definitely wouldn't give you to her, you are everything to him

I hope you like it guys, I thought this would be cool idea and in my head it seemed like it but rn idk how to feel about it:)

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verysium · 1 year ago

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how bllk boys would react when u draw them, could either be rlly good or rlly SHIT u choose idk (plz include barou and the itoshi bros) 😊😊😊 i love you and ur works, and the way u write the boys and ur content makes me laugh fr, one of my fave bllk authors mwjahaja 😓 have a great day, ily:3 and the icks post made me smile like all of ur posts do!

thank you so much anon ♡ this ask had me contemplating very seriously, so apologies if it's a bit late:

sae is definitely awestruck in some way, even if he doesn't immediately show it. i think i talked about this in a previous headcanon, but he has a deep-seated admiration for artists who can grasp abstract concepts because he himself cannot. he would be somewhat flattered if you drew him since he's never considered his own appearance to be particularly inspiring. would be appalled if you considered him your muse. like....why? to him, his looks aren't anything of importance (clearly he is blind.) would probably say your drawing was inaccurate but then hang it up by his nightstand so he can look at it every night before he goes to sleep. if you're a full-time artist, he probably keeps a little stash of your gifts in a small box beneath his bed. sometimes if he's having a bad day or he lost a game, he goes back and flips through them just to make himself feel better. secretly loves the way you draw his bangs and the little swoop you do in your signature.

kaiser corrects every single detail in your drawing. stands behind you and gives you little pointers here and there. he should have an 8-pack, not a 6-pack. his jawline isn't sharp enough in your initial sketch. poses shirtless in front of you so that way you can encapsulate the full extent of his sexiness. shows off your drawing to every living creature in existence. "isn't he handsome?" like...🙄 yeah, michael we know. he's probably the hardest to draw because of his tattoo, so i think he genuinely appreciates it when you put in the effort to capture his intricacies. will never admit this but he's low-key proud of you and your talent (mostly just your ability to make him look good.)

rin is one of those people who doesn't understand hyperrealism. like why does he need a highly detailed sketch of his face when he can just take a photo and print it out? i don't think he understands art in general. probably despises modern art too. he'd take one look at a rothko painting and be like....i could draw this too...in my sleep. similar to sae, i feel like he's just numb to the sentimentality of gift-giving. doesn't understand why you would waste your time drawing a little picture of him, but it does make his heart feel strangely fuzzier, so maybe he'll keep it this one time. lo and behold, months later he now has a collection of your drawings he doesn't have the heart to throw away. refuses to let isagi or anyone see them because they're meant for his eyes only.

yukimiya has impeccable taste. in fact, he's probably an artist himself. i think it'd be cute if you both drew little sketches of each other throughout the course of your relationship. but neither of you ever knew until you gifted him your sketchbook for christmas, and he was like....guess what...i drew you too. thinks you're pretty even when you don't think so. sometimes when you're having a coffee shop date, he scribbles a portrait of you on his napkin because the sunlight hit your cheek just right in that moment, and the birds were chirping, and he fell in love all over again. i think it's also tragic that he's slowly losing his eyesight, so he won't be able to enjoy your drawings and the vibrant colors you infuse into them. that's why he treasures them even more. probably thumbs over the pages from time to time. memorizes every stroke and line.

isagi likes the way you always draw that little tuft of hair that sticks up on the top of his head. it looks like a cute little bean sprout. he pins your drawings up above his bed next to a polaroid of you two in germany. buys you a professional art set for your birthday. if you're a digital artist, he buys you a new tablet and stylus.

bachira adds his own doodles next to yours except he makes a chibi version of everything. always pesters you to include his little fangs. uses the boldest combination of colors. he would definitely be a messy artist. paint everywhere. fingernails perpetually stained a different color. you both draw during class, so when you two trade notebooks to actually study......there aren't any actual notes.

barou acts like he doesn't know what to do with your drawing of him but then the next day you visit his house, and he's already put your artwork in a fancy picture frame. refuses to let anyone else even stand within a ten meter radius next to it because he doesn't want their "nasty fingerprints" all over your beautiful masterpiece.

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For the family dinner, wouldn’t it be cute if breakdown and bumblebee rounded them up to announce they were gonna be conjux’s?( Ik in your Breakbee post it was like “conjux-to-be”, I just associate the word with being married, idk if that’s accurate tho 😓).

Awww this is so cute!! 🥺💕I love to imagine them announcing it when everyone is together like that! I do think it wouldn't be a surprise to anyone though FDHDFH Those two are not subtle at all, the situationship could be smelled from a mile away 😭

((Also, yeah! I think "conjunx" is very similar to humans' concept of marriage! There are four acts of affection that two bots need to commit before becoming official conjuxes, I've been thinking about what those may be for Breakbee a lot!))

((I don't know if this is fanon or canon but; I really love the idea of Cybertronians bonding their sparks together after becoming conjuxes! Literally sharing a part of their souls with one another... How sweet is that? Such a deep commitment for someone you hold dear, feeling them in your soul all the time after that. I really love that concept so so much. So of course, I made it canon in my AU, hehe.))

If this is the first family dinner though, I think they would only say they're in a relationship, not conjunxes yet! After all, I can see both Bumblebee and Breakdown not wanting to go that far so soon. They both do love each other, but they've only known each other throughout the war, they could only meet once in a while, and they barely managed to spend long days together. They both aren't sure how the war changed the other either. So, while their adoration is still mutual, they would take their time and see how their relationship will develop in this time of peace! Because who knows, despite all the adoration you may feel for someone, in the end you may realise that you are just not fit to be with them in a romantic sense. And considering Cybertronians literally share their souls with one another in this AU, a huge decision that they can't un-do, they wouldn't want to jump into being conjuxes immediately.

Of course though, they do end up realising that they want each other as one another's sparkmate!! Even then however, it is kind of scary to take a big step like that, especially for Bee. I imagine that Bee would still not be used to how things are currently, kind of like Wildrider. The difference is that, Wildrider craved danger and adrenaline because that's what he was used to, peace scared him and made him uneasy; while Bee is afraid that these peaceful times will slip through his fingers if he settles too much into it, he feels as though nothing can hurt him if he just doesn't let himself sink too deep into the idea of peace.

Breakdown doesn't take it to heart and is understanding of Bee's decision. He is worried that this way of thinking may be... unhealthy. But he would rather die than force Bee to do something he doesn't want to do.

It is after the whole "Motormaster gets captured by the Quintessons and the Quintessons manage to get control of Menasor" arc that Bee realises that he doesn't want anything to happen to either of them before he can experience being Breakdown's conjunx. He was so close to losing Breakdown there, so now, he is realising that his fears were keeping him from getting the life he wants.

It is true that things may not be peaceful all the time, but if the peace does cease and there's a terrible danger again, he would rather be able to say that he experienced sharing his whole being with the person he loves anyway, than to lose them before ever getting to do that.

((How interesting would it be to bond with someone that already has a gestalt bond? Do you think the rest of the Stunticons would be able to feel Bee's presence too, even if it is faint? That's so interesting to think about!!))

#vi chirps #answered #anon #ES Stunticons AU #transformers #transformers earthspark #earthspark #tfe #breakbee #can you tell i love thinking about breakbee #i think they would be so sweet #i think they would be more willing to hear each other out about the whole #factions arguments they used to have #after becoming conjuxes #breakdown #bumblebee #tfe breakdown #tfe bumblebee #stunticons

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cool-and-grizzled · 2 months ago

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instead of wip wednesday bc i don't actually have one rn (shocking), i'm gonna share my fave lines from pull the trigger without thinking, with some explanations as to why

i'm gonna put it under a cut bc i fear it'll get long lol

Both are a terrifying possibility, because this Lance, the one that holds him up like a pillar instead of putting him on a pedestal, the one that lifts responsibilities off his shoulders with an ease, is a Lance he falls in love with again and again and again. -- i just love lance being a rock to steady keith and like. the fact that lance supports keith instead of expecting him to know everything and get everything right and then feeling let down when keith ultimately can't do that thing.

This close, he can make out every single one of Lance’s freckles on his cheeks, over the bridge of his nose, and he wants to map it all out, connect them like constellations in the night sky. Wants to smooth his thumb over his eyebrows, brushing the stray strand of hair away from his eyes. Wants to capture his thin lips with his, crowd him against a wall, watch as his dark blue eyes widen, drown in them like he would in an ocean if he’s not careful. Sometimes he feels like he’s been already pulled under, the tides having worn down his walls and washing over him, tumbling him around like a ragdoll, with no way to know which direction is up and which is down. Maybe one day, they will wash him to the shore, warm sunshine welcoming him. -- i shared this paragraph before but i just love this so much. i love waxing poetic about lance, but especially lance's freckles if it wasn't clear already lol. i included it in this fic in almost every single scene. i have a problem but i love freckles and i'm channeling it through keith. sorry keith.

Keith feels as if someone reached into his chest, grabbed his brittle heart and smashed it into pieces, prying the jagged, sharp pieces out from his ribcage, uncaring of the damage. -- idk what it is about this line that i love so much but i just love it

He closes his eyes, Lance’s proximity familiar, his touch grounding - and Keith wonders when that happened, when did he go from shrugging off anyone’s hands from his shoulders to willingly being held. -- lance slowly making keith getting used to being held is just something that i absolutely adore

Lance is offering his heart to Keith on a silver platter, a wild and precious thing for Keith to keep, and all Keith can do is put the pieces of his own into a box, and give it to Lance - either to put it together again with careful hands, or break it into smaller pieces with no way to fully repair them. -- this is a callback to the lance pov and i love how it turned out

That there’s this boy – man, really, – who wore down his walls, unyielding, never deterred by the harsh defenses Keith put up time and time again, pushing through with a single-minded determination. That over the years, the casual touches that once felt like fire licking at his skin, that he wanted to escape from, became a place of comfort, all because of Lance. There’s this overwhelming pressure in his chest that doesn’t seem to abate, and it feels as if it will rip out of him any minute. -- keith being amazed by lance. keith is me. that's all.

Lance slings an arm around Keith’s shoulders, their faces close. “I have it on good authority that I am, in fact, handsome.” “Your mother doesn’t count.” “It was yours, actually,” Lance says, letting him go as they start walking again. “Though she said, and I quote, ‘Your physique is impressive for a human’. I took it as a compliment.” -- i'm just proud to have come up with this lol i usually can't write funny/witty banter but these two make it easy

He knows Lance used to hate it, still isn’t fully comfortable with it, but to Keith, it’s a testament of his loyalty, his tenacity and his bravery, worn on his skin for everybody to see, and he will spend a lifetime convincing Lance of that if he has to. -- more smitten keith but also a callback to the lance pov fic

He lifts his right hand, dislodging Lance’s hands on his own cheek, and caresses Lance’s face, his thumb sweeping over the scar, brushing away a stray strand of his hair. -- okay this one i love bc it's a callback to the scene in point 2 ('Wants to smooth his thumb over his eyebrows, brushing the stray strand of hair away from his eyes') in this post and it was fully unintentional but i had to keep it

“You should listen to me because I’ve been fighting in this war, which, mind you, you had no idea about two months ago, for four years before coming here,” he states calmly, but his tone is steely, daring anyone to object. “I’ve piloted two Lions, I am the right hand of the leader of Voltron, which is more than any of you in this room bar Keith can say about themselves. So yes, I think you should listen to me.” The silence is deafening, and there’s nobody who dares to speak up after that. Keith just wants to pin him against a wall and kiss him silly. -- just keith being smitten by confident lance. this is the one that brought to you this post. am i keith in this scene? maybe.

“How are the two of you this incredibly mushy is actually fascinating,” Pidge mutters, “your younger selves would have an aneurysm.” -- she's right. with how mushy i write them, they would have one.

They’re barely inside when Keith crowds Lance against the door, and captures his lips in a bruising kiss. -- this was an intentional callback to the point 2 scene, particularly the 'Wants to capture his thin lips with his, crowd him against a wall, watch as his dark blue eyes widen' part

He’s so beautiful, inside and out, and Keith feels as if he’s wholly undeserving to have this man, but he will do his absolute best to show him that Lance is everything he’s ever needed. If it means that he has to worship Lance like a god, he will drop to his knees without a second thought, sacrifice his heart on the altar of his love, sing his gospels until his throat dries out. -- again, an unintentional callback to the lance fic, when lance thinks that keith 'looks at him like Lance is something to be revered and cherished and worshipped like a god'. also i just love how it turned out, i straight up said 'i fear i ate with this line' out loud after writing it down

Having Lance in his arms like this, having him at all is something that he only hoped to be possible, but now he never wants to let him go, and he will fight every single entity and being in this entire existence if it means he gets to keep Lance. He’s already fought half of it and came out of it as the victor, and he thinks the other half doesn’t stand a chance even if it tries its best. -- again, devotion is one of my fave things to write and keith makes it so easy

He smiles at Keith, soft, and Keith feels like he’s drowning and tumbling around until he’s not, until he’s turned in the right direction, steadied and resurfacing from a long time spent under. He no longer feels like he’s just a ragdoll weathering the whims of the ocean. He pulls Lance against his chest, kicking up towards the surface, and as soon they come up, he takes Lance’s face in his hands, pulling him into a kiss. In the setting sun of Cuba, in the middle of the ocean, kissing Lance he finally feels like he reached the sunny shores he’s always wanted to. -- these last sentences were a deliberate callback to earlier in the fic bc i love a good full circle moment

#there's really a lot more i love about this fic but these were my absolute faves #kl timebomb series #klance #vld #voltron #keith kogane #lance mcclain #klance fic #klance fanfiction #vld keith #vld lance #voltron legendary defender

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haveihitanerve · 2 months ago

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Oh yea!!!

This is pure gold.

Sorry I haven’t been writing as much commentary recently, life has been intriguing lately lol, but I figured have this in the meantime, an old gem

The Sound Effects Game!!

Tom introducing the game

AJ slowly standing in resignation, ready to play

Glancing at Sam and trading grins

Luke glancing off stage to where Sam is too and checking to make sure hes good and ready 🫠

Also the way AJ is looking at tom, head tilted, wow they’re cute anyway

“Burlesque dancing?!?!” oh the delight in Tom’s voice and AJ’s strained smile of ‘please don't make me do this’

For those of you who don’t know: flat-pack furniture is ready to be assembled easy furniture that like unfolds and is really easy to build

“Sam is here to provide all of the sound effects one could possibly dream of.” AJ sending a smirk at him like ‘are you prepared for this?’ cheeky cheeky lol

Still AJ’s smile at tom🫠

Tom hopping off stage and immediately moving to touch Luke’s shoulder, probably to call him off stage or just to check up but idk its cute

AJ dropping his bag and then immediately frowning at the sound Sam made lmaooo

Luke’s chuckle and then he does in fact follow Tom off stage

Aj trying not to laugh at Sam’s sounds

Sam going “ooeeeii” (thank you blessed captioners because how tf do you write the sounds sam is making but i love you so much because you do succeed at capturing them and i’d be lost without you, especially for this game) anyway and AJ cocking his head in concern lmaoo

Gotta be honest Sam’s questioning noises and flipping through the instructions were so good

AJ having to look away XD as Sam keeps doing the sound ahh pure delight

Sam having to bend away from the mic to laugh too lmaooo

Oh Aj has solved the problem yay!

THE DEEPER MOAN HELP

AJ IS BAMBOOZLED. COMPLETELY BREAKING BECAUSE HE DID NOT EXPECT IT LMAOOO

Victorian hand clap over mouth in concern we love to see the classic Aj pose

[lets try again… :D]

I am genuinely baffled as to what contraption this is but AJ’s slowly slipping composure as Sam just keeps going is beautiful

Aj shaking with silent laughter while the guys all chuckle off stage has my heart

Oh noowww hes solved it! By flipping the ???chair??? On its head

Deep breath to prepare himself…. Drum roll please…

SAM FULLY MOANING WTF LMAOOOO

AJ LOOKS GENUINELY DISTRESSED AND JUMPS AWAY IN FEAR AND DISGUST, WIPING HIS HAND OFF LMAOOO

AJ losing it and tossing the ??chair??? Off stage and then being like… wait i still need to give this a conclusion

Sam: *breaks the sound effects rule* wait a minute!?!? AJ: *completely folds on stage in surprise* Tom and Luke: *laughing off stage*

Angelic singing omg pop off Sam wow

Aj committing to the whole “i can in fact say words now” lol

Sam giving him a derpy ass voice and dumbass lines lmaoo

“I did it! I did it!” Luke folding off stage silently. “I made a fucking chair!” AJ finally breaking

Aj proud of himself and content now that he can finish the scene

LMAOO SAM TRAUMATISING HIM AS HE SITS DOWN😭

AND SCENE!!!!

Ahhhh that was a pure delight, they should bring this game back its so fun!

Anyway sorry about the very lose and not frequent posts, but I’m hoping this’ll inspire me to do some more later lol, hope you enjoyed this as much as I did and see ya next time! (hopefully sooner)

@Dawn-speckled @Snek-of-eden @bewilderednobody @scattered-stardust @thesmirkingcatemoji

#tas been a while my friends #and for that i am sorry #hoping to get back into it more frequently #but we shall see #sfth #shoot from the hip #the sound effects game #alexander jeremy #sam russell #tom mayo #luke manning #besties #platonic soulmates #hope you enjoy!#Youtube

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theoceansluvr · 9 months ago

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Ethan Nakamura x Aphrodite Kid! Reader

warnings; none ! author's notes; SORRY THIA TOOK ME FOREVER ANON :(( family+ school got unbearable and i was spazzing out over it😞 but !! always happy to write for my underrated fav🩷 im not too sure i did good with like.. the actually Aphrodite kid aspect and now im spazzing

as yes, revenge and love

only a true poet could've made this combination !

or in this case, the Fates !

i'd like to think you met during a game of capture the flag or maybe you just ran into him at the docks

whatever it was, he didn't care much for you based on the obvious Aphrodite kid stereotypes

but, once you started rambling about something or another, he actually seemed to be interested in you

or at the very least, what you were saying

so, after months of meeting at the docks on occasion(aka he purposely went there just to see you🩶) he got a crush

a bad crush at that.

he didn't know it was possibly but here he was, collecting seashells to give to you

"It's whatever.. I heard you talking about them the other day"

he's a sap what can i say ?

i don't think he'd do a big confession, but he definitely went on a tad longer of a tangent than he meant to about you

thus the power couple was born !

if we're going based on some of the myths Aphrodite is known for her.. interesting ways

so i think that combined with the ORIGINAL revenge seeker ???

yeah nobody messes with you guys.

ermm.. mayhaps him making the Hepahestus kids make you a sword thats semi similar to his, but the holdy part(idk how to describe swords chat-) has a heart attack the bottom

to this day he's trying to find out how to make something better than that

PUTTING HIS HAIR YP IN THOSE LITTLE PINK BOBBLES !!!

THESE.

he swear he hates it but how can he be mad when you're oh so good at doing hair ?

kiss your nose a lot ? can explain, don't ask

also i think he'd actually be super interested in the gossip in the Aphrodite cabin

like he pretends to be annoyed by it but wdym that couple broke up ??? didn't they just get together ???

he writes it down in a notebook then asks you about it later on down the line just to get updates !

sorry if this wasn't my best work i swear anything after this WILL be better🙏🏾 after i got this req i qas flooded with schoolwork and whatnot so :(

#ethan nakamura x reader #ethan nakamura x you #ethan nakamura #pjo #a lover's kiss <9 #poems from the sea

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lady-of-the-puddle · 10 months ago

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Hello hello, it is time once again for, you guessed it!

Rating Clu's

Homoerotically tense

Relationships

I thought long and hard about this because I only had about 2 in my head when I mistakenly threw it out there in another post but like, here you go 😎

Have a picture in case you forgot what cgi Jeff Bridges looks like:

Behold, a guy. Anyway

1. Kevin

He is the most obvious so I'll get this one out of the way

You are me and I am you but you are the darkest parts of me but I love you anyway

This begs the question:

Would you fuck your darker self/clone

Idk about u but my heart tells me that Kevin sure would

7/10 it's about the man vs self of it all

2. Jarvis (why is this photo so fuckin big??)

I know I said Kevin is the most obvious

But this guy has the biggest crush on Clu

He is simp supreme

Like the way he turns to Clu for approval after everything he says makes me feel like I should leave the room

He loses a point for being a dork coward but Sam's mascara is very pretty and he's also a Flynn so I can't blame him too much

9/10 go henchboy go

3. Rinzler

Fellas, is it gay to brainwash god's most specialest boyfriend and make him loyal to only you all while knowing god is still out there and can see what you've done to everything he loves? All while knowing he's nothing more than a pet and will never love you and wouldn't even if he could

Like talk about the ultimate rebound

No notes honestly, I don't even need to go on with this one

11/10 not even one girl(Quorra) could make this all seem a little less gay

4. Dyson

Another case of yoinking your exes boy but this time it was consensual

He literally just agrees with Clu and helped him take over

If that's not a basis for a strong relationship then idk what is

He really seems so desperate to stay in Clu's favor like he must know that tron is the real prize here, his bitter ex. Has there ever been so much dating drama between programs?

5/10 replaceable.

5. Sammy

It occurs to me now that he hasn't made it on these lists yet so everyone clap for him

I feel brave for even acknowledging this one

Is Clu his dad? Is he an entity separate but still containing qualities of his father at a certain point in time that forever diverged from the moment of conception? Idk he's a computer man

So like the part where he's just kinda circling Sam looking him up and down like he's a prized pig? Yeah.

CAUTION THIS IS A JOKE please for the love of Kevin don't cancel me over this

2/10 why the 2? Cause there's fics out there man I know it

6. Zuse

He's so babygirl

Clu even mixed him a drink before he blew him up

I love their dynamic I get the feeling if Clu had to spend more than 5 minutes around him he'd strangle him much sooner

Stoic asshole with the silly asshole

Honestly they're perfect for each other

10/10 what can I say? I'm a simple program I see two men interact and I rate them

Special mention:

7. Quorra

Now some of you might say, hey Puddle Girl, this isn't homoerotic at all she's a girl

Well they're programs so gender isn't real and also they're bi so it counts

Anyway I thought about this one cause there was this weird tense moment towards the end of the movie where Quorra is captured and Clu's just like, talking to her and touches her hair and it was uncomfortable but it also made me feel some type of way

Like I understand that it's 100% a power play BUT

😏

3/10 he was gonna add her to the boyfriend collection cause all he does is steal from Kevin

Hi in honor of my Tron themed birthday I finally finished this. I was really reaching for some of these as you can see but I can't take it too seriously anyway. I'm always here for the gay of it all but is it homoerotic or do they just need to put more people who aren't men in this franchise? We'll literally never know! 🙃

Hey @soihadthisdreamonce I'm sorry 5-10 business days turned into 5-10 business weeks I was moving and time got away from me but I didn't forget you

#if you're reading this #im sorry #its my worst one yet #dont worry though ill think of something else to rate badly #tron #tron legacy #tron uprising #tronblr #clu #kevin flynn #sam flynn #quorra

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trancylovecraft · 11 months ago

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Hi!! Idk if you're taking requests but if you are... 👉👈 Hear me out.

Yan! Lucifer and/or Lewin (Blue Exorcist, naturally) headcanons/drabble (whatever you'd like!!) with a s/o who actually?? Loves them back?? Maybe it's Stockholm syndrome, maybe they're just as bad as them... whatever the case S/O doesn't want to leave (even when being "rescued" by others)

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LUCIFER

Lucifer, King of Light, Commander of the Illuminati and the strongest of the Ba'al. Also a Delusional, Possessive, Protective and Manipulative yandere.

Okay, So as a starter lets say that you, A member of The True Cross and teaching assistant at the cram school have been captured by the Illuminati due to Lucifer's growing obsession with you. He's been watching you for months, Only now he has decided to finally take you.

You've been kept in a cell within the Dominus Liminus for months now, Siphoned away from everyone you knew back home and isolated from everyone here. The only people you talk to being a select few, As well as the man himself, Lucifer.

Lucifer loves you, He truly does. And that is such a strange feeling for a being like him, The strongest demon after his father. You're beautiful, Despite how wretched he finds normal humans to be, He also finds you to be an exception.

That's why he needs to keep you locked up. You're pure, Perfect. You're his. He can't let you get dirtied by the likes of other human beings, No, You need to stay by his side where he can keep you safe.

You're meant to be his, You were made for him. Why else would he feel this way for you? You're soulmates, No matter how cliche that sounds that is what he believes to the core.

And you? You're terrified of him, After all he is The King of Light. He's strong, Powerful. He's the decider between whether you live or you die, You're sure any other of your allies would've sobbed at their current situation. But you're not like them.

The difference between you and your other allies?

You love demons.

They're your passion, Your fire. They are the reason you get up in the morning. Everything about them is something you chase after every waking moment. From a coal tar to a seraphim. Oh, How you adore them.

So you're terrified of him, Of Lucifer. But you would be lying if you couldn't say you were drawn to him all the same. His blonde hair, His feline eyes, His slender yet fluffy tail. He exuded an aura you had never felt before. He was poison in the silver vine you craved.

Especially once he declared himself to be your husband, A jitter in your heart at the words. Thumping and grinning wildly once he turned his back. You felt horrid for your own feelings betraying the order, But hell, If you weren't absolutely overjoyed that your new subject of interest liked you just as much as you liked him.

So, Even though you were terrified you had no problem in obeying the rules he set for you. Every time he visited you, You would be too terrified to speak yet crave to say something to him. Every time he'd make you sleep in the same hospital bed as him, Your muscles would be too tense to let you relax.

Lucifer took this as you still being unused to your new surroundings, That you're still just a bit unsettled. Don't worry! He knows you love him (even if that knowledge comes from his delusion, its still true). You just need a bit more affection, So you can become adjusted to him as your husband.

And while this was somewhat true. You still wanted so desperately to just say something to him, Express your interest and genuine desire to know more about him. To love him? That you did, More potently than any other demon before. How fascinating he was, How angelic.

Which was why when one day when you were in your cell, You heard the door open. You got excited, Your heart starting to nervously/excitedly beat in hopes that it was Lucifer coming to visit you once more!

But.. It wasn't him?

Instead it was a woman of shorter stature, A shy yet somehow determined face. Decorated in Illuminati uniform so you figured she was just a new guard on the roster allowed to deliver your next meal.

But she grasps onto your hands, Hurriedly informs you that she's a spy from The True Cross here to get you out. Your eyes widen as you hear this, She doesn't give you any chance to respond as she begins to drag you along, Saying you don't have much time.

You're dragged along by the woman, Conflicted as you make your way through the halls. And she was right, There was barely anyone there..

Shit, You didn't think you'd be rescued this soon or at all! And you feel a bit bad that you didn't want to be rescued either, Why would you want to leave when there was such an interesting demon here that you'd want to study?

The woman stops however, As soon as you enter the next room over you're met with an entire legion there, Already surrounding you.

The woman gasps, Turning to run with you in hand but the exit is quickly blocked.

Lucifer emerges from the crowd in full regalia, Even though he had his mask on you could almost feel the confused yet heartbroken expression on his face as he asks you where you were going with that woman.

You again are hit with that same fear as he asks you again, But you are unable to speak. The woman speaks for you instead, Even though she is also terrified she tells him angrily that his views were wrong, That kidnapping and keeping some poor person was detestable.

Lucifer gets irked by this, Anyone trying to challenge his delusion instantly strikes a cord in him. The woman looks over to you, Eyes begging for you to back her up.

You're still terrified, But you can't stay silent no longer as you speak your mind and announce that this woman dragged you from your cell with the intention of kidnapping you. You spoke of how afraid you were for your life, Practically lying off your tongue.

Lucifer asks her if this is true, Which the woman has no words for as she stares at you in horror.

Her eyes barely have time to widen as the room suddenly flashes, A bright light enveloping the entire room.

The woman falls to the floor dead as Lucifer approaches you, Apologising for what you must have gone through with that woman, He practically steps over the body as some of the guard comes along to drag the scorched body away.

Your fear is still very much there as he cups your cheek with his gloved hand, But you breathe, Trying to calm yourself as you rest your own hand over his and ask him when your marriage was.

Lucifer afterwards would definetly take this as you finally adjusting into your life here, Finally accepting him as your husband (not like you had any objections before).

Giving into him and actually liking him back would make his delusional behaviour so much worse. Like if you thought him thinking you were literally made for him before was bad, You've got another thing coming.

You'll have much more freedom than before, Like you'll be able to walk around wherever you want when you want (only if Homare accompanies you, However). You'll be able to access all the entertainment and leisure available on The Dominus Liminus, Anything unavailable will swiftly be made accessible for you and you only.

Lucifer himself would definetly be more relaxed when it comes to his possessive tendencies, Mostly because he knows he has you. Not like he had any doubt before, But with your reinforcement of your adoration from him, He doesn't feel much worry over it anymore.

Expect a lot more gifts from this man. Clothes, Jewellery, Stuff he think you'd like. Whatever item you may mention in passing to him or Homare, Expect it to be delivered to you by tomorrow morning at the latest.

Lucifer also becomes much more public in his displays of affection. I imagine him to be giving some important speech while holding your hand the entire time. Kisses with him are rather chaste in public, However in private that's a different story..

You sleep in his bed now, No debate. He will not rest until you're laying beside him under the covers, Him holding you close with his tail squeezing your thigh like a ball and chain.

Lucifer loves it when you praise him, He's weak for it. Honestly you could give him a few words of love and he'd be ready to do almost anything for you.

All and all, I'd say its a pretty good deal!

LEWIN

Lewin Light! Arc Knight from the Vatican and a Possessive and Obsessive yandere!

Alright so lets say that you were kidnapped by him, Previously having a relationship that he insists on keeping up now that you're unable to leave his apartment. You're unable to leave cause of the demons he keeps stationed around, That and the fact that he had to sever your Achilles tendons to keep you from running.

You hated him at first, Loathed every time he came back with a rather cheesy "Honey, I'm home!" before sauntering over to the bed you laid in, Roughly grasping you by the cheeks and kissing you on the lips.

You hated him, You really did. You hated his lazy smile, His messy mop of black hair, His passion when he ranted off to you about demons but..

You still loved him, You actually did. Even though he had clipped your wings and kept you inside, Blocked off all sources of communication except from him and severed your tendons.. You still somehow viewed him as your boyfriend.

The one that would buy you fast-food for your late night dates, The one that would joke around with you when you felt bored. You wanted to hate him but you couldn't bring yourself to, He was your boyfriend, You really did love him even though he did all this to you.

It felt like your mind was at war with one and other. One part of you hated his guts and the other part would spill your own for him if needed. It was frustrating and incredibly confusing. You really didn't know what to do.

One day however when Lewin left to go to work as usual, Leaving you alone in the house was when something different happened.

Let's say that he had given you crutches of sorts so you can get around, So you don't need to stay bedridden all the time. Of course it won't help you much because if you try to escape it's going to be one hell of a pain to do so-

But anyways- Let's say you were up, Managing to manoeuvre around all the mess in his apartment to get to his kitchen. You were hungry. Tired of staying dormant on the bed just waiting for Lewin to get home.

But you're startled once you hear someone banging at the door- Not knocking- Banging. Whoever it was their fists were pounding against the wood, Calling out your name.

Your eyes widen. You recognise the voice as an old friend from the Vatican. Why could they be here? At Lewin's apartment? Calling out your name.

The sylphs that were stationed in his apartment to keep watch of you begin to get agitated, Especially once you drop what you're doing and begin to hobble to the door in your crutches. They chitter out some incomprehensible dialogue, Though you knew it was most certainly

You open the door, Lewin not bothering to lock it as he knows the sylphs are guard enough. And as soon as you do you're enveloped in the biggest hug of your life, Squeezing you tight and near knocking you off of your crutches.

They tell you how glad they are to find you alive, That they knew Lewin was up to something all along as they see your ankles desecrated and the crutches supporting your weight.

They tell you how they knew something was off when Lewin said you were injured on a mission, Especially when he said you wanted some time to recover, Alone.

I mean you didn't even text them. They always had a suspicion about Lewin even before this all happened, And to find you like this?

You're absolutely floored with their quick ramblings, Despite being overjoyed to see them once more you have no words to say.

Especially once they try to usher you out of here believing that you are being held captive (..Which you are, But that isn't the point)

You try to tell them that you're okay, That everything is fine but they don't listen. They think you're just trying to keep them safe as they try to tug you out of the apartment.

It is only then when you're halfway out the door does another arm sling around your shoulder.

"Sorry I'm back already, Babe! Left somethin' here.. Didn't know you had any visitors comin' over today, Darlin'?"

It was Lewin, Whose arm. It was obvious he didn't leave something here, Instead the sylphs had been rather quick to tell him about the intruder.

Your friend stops in their tracks, Looking wide eyed at Lewin, Half in fear- The other in anger.

Lewin lays his head on your shoulder in a sort of romantic gesture. The hand squeezing your shoulder tightens, As if it was a warning to stay quiet and go along with it.

Especially once you get a glimpse of his eyes under his hair. An angry, Irritated gleam that gave away the fakeness of his smile.

Your friend tells Lewin that they were just here to meet up with you, To catch up since you havent talked in a while.

Lewin smiles and friendly yet firmly states that you need to rest, Your injuries still haven't healed after all.

Your friend glances towards you, Begging you to say something or give some kind of sign to say that he's taken you captive.

Glancing between the two, You knew you had to make a choice.

You swallowed down your fear, Your mind made up.

You chose then and there that you still love him, That no matter what- He is still your partner. You love him, No matter how much you hate what he did to you.

You tell your friend that everything is fine, That you still need time to rest. You give them the most genuine look you can muster, Trying to convince them everything is fine.

Your friend still doesn't look satisfied, However Lewin pipes up.

He tells your friend that they should go now, They shouldn't be taking time off work hours to go visit friends. He pats them a little too harshly on the shoulder before shooing them off.

After that?

Lewin definetly trusts you more than he ever has, Especially since the sylphs told him that you meant it even before he showed up. He feels his heart squeeze at that.

As soon as your friend left, Lewin definetly made it a point to "show his appreciation." If you get what I mean.

Expect Lewin to be much more lenient. Maybe you can take walks out on your own with the sylphs, Maybe you can order food and maybe- Just maybe- You might get your phone back.

Maybe if you really prove your trustworthiness, He may let your friends visit. Only when he's there though, Of course.

Once your ankles heal then he'd let you return to the vatican as an exorcist. Though expect all your missions to be paired up with him and him alone. He can't let you get hurt now!

Everything goes back to normal, Before he severed your ankles. The only thing changed being that you're now well aware of his obsessive behaviour, Now accepting it with him, Perhaps even feeding into it.

Perhaps you're the kind that likes to make him jealous. If so, Lewin will play along though I warn you not to go to far- Lewin might just do the same.

Expect to wash the blood off him, Lewin seeing this as a romantic scenario. (The only time he will willingly bathe.)

All in all- Lewin loves you, Maybe a little too much- But still loves you all the same.

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iovebarca · 1 year ago

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Tides Of Love - Pablo Gavi

Authors note: I was trying to make a longer fic but I don't know how I feel about it so i may delete it later on😭 like idk if this moves too fast n whatever so yh

Warnings: incorrect grammar (probably), my first language isn't english so if you notice any mistakes please tell me, not proofread

WC: 2400

Summary: Childhood friends Pablo and the reader share an unbreakable bond, supporting each other through thick and thin. After a heartfelt confession, they realize their mutual feelings and embark on a romantic journey together.

The sun rises over Barcelona, casting a golden glow over the city as you start your day. Today, like every other day, you're headed to pick up your best friend, Pablo, for his training session. Pablo Gavi, the talented football player, has been your closest friend since childhood. You've seen each other through thick and thin, and your bond is unbreakable.

As you arrive at his apartment, Pablo is already waiting for you, his gym bag slung over his shoulder and a bright smile on his face. He hops into your car, and the two of you drive to the training grounds, chatting and laughing about everything and nothing.

"Remember when we used to play football in the park, and you would always steal the ball from me?" Pablo teases, his eyes sparkling with fond memories.

"Hey, I had to keep you on your toes somehow," you reply with a grin. "Who knew you'd end up playing for Barcelona?"

Your daily routine is a testament to your deep connection. You bring him to training, support him during matches, and spend almost every free moment together. Yet, despite this closeness, there's an unspoken agreement between you both to brush off any romantic feelings. Neither of you wants to risk the friendship that means so much.

At the training grounds, you wave goodbye to Pablo and head to the stands, where Pedri, another of your mutual friends and a fellow FC Barcelona player, is waiting. Pedri knows about the feelings you both harbor but refuse to acknowledge. He's made it his mission to encourage Pablo to take a leap of faith.

"Hey, Pedri," you greet, taking a seat beside him. "Ready to watch Pablo show off his skills for the last time this season?"

Pedri chuckles. "Always. But, you know, I think there's something more important we need to talk about."

You raise an eyebrow, curious. "Oh? And that is?"

Pedri leans in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "You and Pablo. It's obvious you both like each other. What's stopping you?"

Your heart skips a beat at his words, but you quickly brush it off with a laugh. "Pedri, you know we're just friends. Besides, it would complicate things. I don't want to ruin what we have."

Pedri shakes his head, a knowing smile on his face. "Sometimes, the best relationships start as friendships. You both deserve to be happy, and I can see that you make each other happy."

As the training session progresses, you watch Pablo with a mix of pride and longing. His dedication, skill, and passion for football are inspiring, but it's his kindness and unwavering support that have truly captured your heart. Despite the butterflies in your stomach, you push those thoughts aside, focusing instead on being the best friend you can be.

Pablo interacts with his teammates, sharing jokes and laughs. One of them, Ferran, playfully nudges Pablo. "Hey, Gavi, your number one fan is here as always," he says, glancing at you with a grin.

Pablo laughs, glancing over at you. "Couldn't do it without her," he replies, his voice sincere.

After training, Pablo jogs over to you, sweat-soaked but beaming. "How'd I do?" he asks, grabbing a water bottle from his bag.

"Amazing, as always," you reply, handing him a towel. "You never fail to impress."

Pedri joins you, clapping Pablo on the back. "Great session, man. But you know, there's something you should probably work on outside the pitch too."

Pablo looks between you and Pedri, a puzzled expression on his face. "What are you talking about?"

Pedri smirks. "Just think about it, Pablo. Sometimes, the best opportunities are right in front of you."

As you watch the exchange between Pablo and Pedri, a flutter of hope stirs in your chest. Could it be that Pedri sees what you've been trying so hard to ignore? Is it possible that your feelings for Pablo are not as one-sided as you'd thought?

And as the day draws to a close, you find yourself lost in thoughts of what might be. Could this be the beginning of something new, something more than just friendship? Only time will tell, but for now, you cling to the hope that maybe, just maybe, love is waiting just around the corner.

After the last training session of the season, Pablo, Pedri, and you decide to take a much-needed vacation to a small beach city in Spain. The picturesque town, with its golden sands and crystal-clear waters, promises a perfect getaway from the hustle and bustle of your regular lives.

The three of you rent a charming house close to the beach, and as the days pass, you and Pablo find yourselves spending even more time together. Whether it's lounging on the beach, exploring the local markets, or sharing quiet moments under the starlit sky, the connection between you two grows stronger. The unspoken tension, however, becomes almost unbearable.

One day, you and Pablo build sandcastles on the beach, laughing and competing to see who can make the best one. "You're still a kid at heart," you tease, smiling fondly at him.

"And you love me for it," he retorts, his eyes twinkling.

That evening, while Pedri is out picking up groceries, you and Pablo are in the kitchen, preparing dinner together. The intimacy of the moment—chopping vegetables side by side, the occasional brush of hands—heightens the tension. You can feel Pablo's eyes on you, and when you finally look up, your gazes lock.

"Pablo," you say softly, feeling a rush of emotions.

"Yes?" he replies, his voice equally soft, his eyes never leaving yours.

The air between you crackles with anticipation, and for a moment, it feels like the world outside the kitchen has ceased to exist. Pablo takes a step closer, and your heart races. You can feel his breath on your skin, and just as his lips are about to meet yours, the front door swings open.

Pedri walks in, oblivious to the moment he's interrupted. "Hey, guys! I got everything we need for dinner!"

You and Pablo quickly step apart, the spell broken. The moment is awkward, and you both pretend like nothing happened, focusing instead on finishing dinner. Pedri, sensing something is off but unsure of what, remains silent.

Later that night, after dinner and a few rounds of laughter and games, Pedri pulls Pablo aside. They step out onto the patio, the cool night air providing a stark contrast to the tension inside.

"What's going on with you and y/n?" Pedri asks, his tone curious but concerned.

Pablo sighs, running a hand through his hair. "We almost kissed, Pedri. In the kitchen. And then you walked in."

Pedri's eyes widen in realization. "Oh shit, man I had no idea. I'm sorry if I ruined the moment."

"It's not your fault," Pablo replies, shaking his head. "It's just... we've been best friends forever. What if... what if we mess everything up?"

Pedri places a reassuring hand on Pablo's shoulder. "Listen, the best relationships often start as friendships. You two clearly have something special. Don't let fear hold you back. Talk to her. You both deserve to know how the other feels."

Pablo sighs, nodding slowly. "Okay, so let's say I do want to tell her. How do I do it? I can't just blurt it out."

Pedri grins, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You need to make it special. Show her how much she means to you. Do something that she'll never forget."

Pablo's eyes light up with a newfound determination. "You're right. I need to plan something amazing. Flowers, chocolates, maybe even a small gift. Something that shows her how much I care."

Pedri claps him on the back. "There you go! Now you're thinking. I'll help you out. Tomorrow, I'll keep her busy while you get everything ready."

Pablo smiles, feeling a surge of confidence. "Thanks, Pedri. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Inside the house, you lay on your bed, your mind racing with thoughts of what almost happened. The tension between you and Pablo is undeniable, but so is the fear of losing the friendship that means so much to you.

The morning sun peeks through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the quaint beach house. Pablo wakes up with a sense of determination; today is the day he plans to confess his feelings to you. He knows he needs to make it special, and after talking to Pedri the night before, he's decided to go all out.

While you’re still asleep, Pablo heads to the kitchen where Pedri is already making breakfast. He quickly explains his plan to Pedri, who listens with an amused but supportive expression.

"I need your help today," Pablo says, grabbing a piece of toast. "I want to find the best flowers, chocolates—anything that will make this perfect. I need you to keep y/n busy while I'm gone."

Pedri grins. "You got it, man. I'll make sure she's entertained. Just focus on getting everything ready for your big confession."

With the plan set, Pablo finishes his breakfast and slips out of the house quietly. He heads into town, determined to find everything he needs to express his love for you.

Back at the house, you wake up to the sound of Pedri's cheerful voice. "Morning, are you up to go shopping?"

You stretch and yawn, still feeling the lingering tension from the previous night. "Where's Pablo?"

Pedri shrugs nonchalantly. "He had some errands to run. But don’t worry, he’ll be back soon. In the meantime, how about we go explore the town?"

Curious but agreeing to the distraction, you and Pedri set off to explore the charming beach town. You visit local shops, taste delicious treats from street vendors, All the while, Pedri keeps you entertained with his humor and easygoing nature, but you can't shake the feeling that something is up. You miss Pablo though.

Meanwhile, Pablo is on a mission. He drives to the nearby town to find everything he needs for the confession. He visits a small, charming flower shop, carefully selecting a bouquet of stargazer lilies as he knew those were your favorite flowers. The elderly shopkeeper watches him with a knowing smile.

"Someone special, eh?" she asks, wrapping the flowers carefully.

Pablo nods, a shy smile on his face. "Yeah, very special." He can't help but smile, imagining the look on your face when he presents them to you.

Flowers in hand, Pablo makes one final stop at a small boutique. He finds a delicate piece of jewelry—a pearl bracelet with a heart shaped gold charm. It's simple yet meaningful, a perfect symbol of his feelings for you.

As he makes his purchases, Pablo's mind races with thoughts of the confession. He wants everything to be perfect, but the fear of what might happen if things go wrong looms over him. Still, he knows he can't back out now.

When he returns to the beach house, he finds you and Pedri lounging in the living room, chatting and laughing. You look up as he walks in, and for a moment, your eyes meet. There's an intensity there, a mix of hope and fear, and it makes his heart race.

"Where have you been?" you ask, a teasing tone in your voice.

Pablo steps out from the kitchen, holding the bouquet of flowers and a small jewelry box. Your eyes widen in surprise as he walks toward you, his expression earnest and hopeful.

"Hey," he says softly, handing you the flowers. "I wanted to do something special for you."

You take the flowers, your heart pounding. "Pablo, what's all this?"

He takes a deep breath, gathering his courage. "Come take a walk with me on the beach. I’ll explain everything."

Hand in hand, you leave the house and step onto the soft sands, the rhythmic sound of the waves providing a soothing backdrop. The sky is painted with the colors of the setting sun, casting a golden glow over the water.

As you walk along the shore, Pablo squeezes your hand, his thumb gently stroking your skin. "I know this might seem sudden, but I've been feeling this way for a long time. Every time we were together, I wanted to say something, but I was afraid of what might happen if you didn't feel the same way."

You stop walking and look out at the horizon, the beauty of the moment making your heart ache with unspoken emotions. "I've felt the same, Pablo," you admit softly. "Every time I thought about telling you, I was terrified of losing our friendship. But being here with you now, I realize that we both wanted the same thing."

He stops and turns to face you, "I don't want to hide my feelings anymore. You're my best friend, and I cherish every moment we spend together. But... I realized that it's more than that. I love you, I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember."

Your eyes well up with tears as you listen to his heartfelt confession. "Pablo, I..."

Before you can find the right words to respond, Pablo reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small jewelry box. With trembling hands, he opens it, revealing a delicate pearl bracelet with a heart-shaped charm. "I got this for you because I wanted you to know how much you mean to me."

Overwhelmed with emotion, you reach out and take the bracelet, your fingers brushing against his as you do. "Pablo, I..." you try again, but once more, the words fail you.

I know it's a lot to take in, but I just couldn't keep it to myself any longer."

Overwhelmed with emotion, you step closer to him, setting the flowers and chocolates aside. "Pablo, I love you too. I was just scared to tell you because I didn't want to ruin our friendship."

A radiant smile spreads across his face, and he pulls you into a tight embrace. "You have no idea how happy that makes me," he whispers.

The evening is magical. You and Pablo enjoy a romantic dinner on the patio, the sound of the waves providing a soothing backdrop. After dinner, he takes your hand, leading you to a secluded spot on the beach. Under the starlit sky, you dance to the sound of the ocean, wrapped in each other's arms.

As the music fades, Pablo looks into your eyes, his gaze filled with love and longing. Without a word, he leans in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. The world falls away, and in that moment, there's only you and him, lost in the intensity of your feelings for each other.

When you finally pull apart, breathless and flushed, you both know that this is just the beginning of a beautiful new chapter in your lives. And as you hold each other close, watching the stars twinkle above, you can't help but feel that everything has finally fallen into place.

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Lilies and Conspiracies pt. 4

Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Lilies and Conspiracies pt. 4 - Safeguard

Warnings/Tags: fluff, Max being Max

Word count: tba

Authors note: Hello my loves! I know it's been a while, and I'm so sorry for it! Im not really happy with this yet, and im still not a hundred percent sure how this story will fold out.

Im sorry if this seems like more of a filler (or if it doesn't make any sense idk) or if it's too much time with the brother, but I'm trying to build this story into something that has a certain depth... even though I'm not sure if it works or not...

Anyways,

Enjoy!

Series Masterlist

Dear reader,

One would say a stroll in the park would cool one's mind, but I have the feeling that maybe for some it will not. This author is sure that some of them will burn rather quickly in the sun. Maybe even some heads will start to smoke soon, too.

We can only wait to find out.

Lady Whistledown's Society Papers, April 1814

You changed into a more proper gown for the park, your maid helping you. She made your hair,  applying some blush to your cheeks, before you went downstairs again, searching for your brother.

Max was waiting in the foyer, leaning against a pillar with his arms crossed. He looked up as he heard your footsteps approaching. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he took in your appearance.

"Looking lovely, darling sister." he said, pushing himself away from the pillar. "You're sure to capture some hearts at the park with that outfit."

You chuckled. "That's the goal, right?" you asked. "I'm ready to go."

Max nodded, offering you his arm. "Indeed, the more hearts you capture, the closer we are to finding you a suitable match." 

He led you out the door and towards the waiting carriage. Once you were both seated comfortably, he signaled to the driver to start the ride. 

"Now," he said, leaning back against the seat. "We have some time before reaching our destination, so I have a question for you."

You cocked a brow at him. "What question?"

Max shrugged casually, a playful glint in his eye. "Consider it a... hypothetical question."  he said and paused, studying you for a moment before continuing. "Let's say, hypothetically speaking, a particular Lord has caught your eye." 

He paused again, waiting for your reaction.

You didn't react to it, though, not letting him see anything in your posture. He had a thing for making everything complicated.

Max smirked, noticing your lack of reaction and the way you kept your composure. "Oh, don't play coy with me, darling sister. Your poker face is not quite convincing." he said, chuckling. "But for the sake of the hypothetical, let's say this Lord is handsome, charming, and has a bit of a reputation as a rake."

You rolled your eyes, slumping back in your seat. "Really, Max?" you asked, getting annoyed. "What are you getting at?"

Max chuckled, enjoying your reaction. "Just a hypothetical, darling sister, a simple what-if scenario." he shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "But I'm just wondering, if this hypothetical Lord was interested in you, would you be interested back?"

You blinked a few times in confusion. "Only if I like him, if he piques my interest. Why?"

Max feigned innocence, shrugging slightly. "Just curious, is all. Hypothetically, of course."  he smirked, unable to resist teasing you a bit more, and you groaned. "But let's say, hypothetically, this Lord has a reputation, a wild and carefree past. Would you still be interested?"

You frowned, irritation clear on your face. "Really, you're insufferable, Max." you said. "But yes, I might be still interested."

Max chuckled, not seeming at all offended by your remark. "Insufferable, or just enjoying myself immensely?” he teased, raising an eyebrow. "So, you wouldn't be intimidated by a Lord's reputation? Even if he has a tendency to partake in... debauchery?"

You huffed, not sure why he was asking that stuff. "You're no better, Maximilian." you said. "What would you say if someone was interested in you?"

He chuckled, grinning at your comment about his own reputation as a rake. "Ah, touché, darling sister." he said, leaning forward in his seat, resting his elbows on his knees. "If someone were interested in me, eh? I would say, firstly, that they have good taste." he explained, smirking. "But beyond that, I suppose I would be flattered. Provided they are not a dreadful bore, of course."

You rolled your eyes again. "Would you tell her the same you tell me?" you questioned further, leaning slightly forward, too. "To be cautious because of your reputation as a rake? Or what would you tell her?"

Max raised an eyebrow, sensing the hint of a challenge in your words. He chuckled, playing along.  "Why, I would be honest with her, of course." he said, holding your gaze. "I would inform her of my past. My time spent in college, the parties, the dalliances. I would not attempt to sugarcoat my reputation. Honesty is, after all, of the utmost importance." 

He smirked, leaning forward as well. "And if she were still interested after that, well, then perhaps..."

"See." you cut him off, before he could have ended that sentence. "So why lecture me then? Lord Bridgerton seems honest about his reputation, no different than you are. Why shouldn't I be interested? Why should I be cautious?"

Max chuckled, realizing you had caught him in his own argument. “You sneaky minx.” he said, unable to keep the smile off his face.

Then he sighed, leaning back in his seat again. “Very well, you have a point. But you must understand, I am merely acting as your older brother.” He paused for a moment, his expression turning a bit more serious. “Lord Bridgerton is honest about his reputation, but… sometimes honesty can be dangerous, especially to an unguarded heart.” he then said a bit softer.

You shook your head at your brothers words. The carriage luckily took the moment to halt in the park, and you sighed to yourself. This argument would have been pointless – it had been the last few years, and it wouldn’t change.

One reason more to proof him wrong about it, to show him that love and practicality were both possible in a marriage.

Max stepped out of the carriage first, offering his hand to help you out. He smiled reassuringly, as if sensing your thoughts. “Chin up, dearest sister.” he said softly. “Enjoy this day. Perhaps the perfect admirer will catch your eye.”

He linked his arm with yours as you began to stroll through the park.

You looked around the people gathered, trying to make out if Anthony was there, too, whilst the servants put up the pavilion and stuff.

As you glanced around the park, looking for Anthony, Max noticed your subtle gaze and smirked slightly. “Looking for someone in particular, darling sister?” he asked, his voice teasing.

You shook your head. “No, just checking who is in the park. Might be someone amongst them I could have a pleasant conversation with.”

Max chuckled, knowing full well who you were looking for. “Ah, a pleasant conversation. How dreadfully boring.” He squeezed your arm playfully. “Come now, have some fun. Let loose a little.”

You chuckled slightly. “Be grateful you don’t have to have these pleasant conversations.”

Max pretended to shudder, feigning disgust. “Indeed, it would be a dreadful fate, having to engage in boring conversations.” he chuckled, nudging you lightly with his elbow. “But you, dear sister, have a knack for making even the dullest conversations bearable. I’m envious of those poor sods trying to charm you.”

You scoffed. “I could find a wife for you, if you’re so lonely.” you offered playfully. “Maybe someone that likes to talk all day.”

Max pretended to consider this for a moment, stroking his chin theatrically. “Hmm, an endless conversationalist, you say?” He let out a exaggerated groan. “Oh, the horrors. The incessant prattle. The never-ending barrage of chatter. What a nightmare you would inflict upon me.”

“Serves you right.” you gave back. “For making fun of me.”

He chuckled, his eyes glinting mischievously. “Oh, come now, darling sister. A little teasing between siblings is just part of the family bond.” he said, playfully nudging you with his elbow again. “Besides, where’s your sense of humor? I’m just trying to lighten the mood. Can’t you take a little jest?”

You nudged him back, maybe not the most ladylike act, but you didn’t care. “I’m full of humor.” you said. “Why do you think I can endure your presence like that?”

Max let out a hearty laugh, pretending to clutch his chest in mock pain. "Ah, you wound me!" he exclaimed. "I’m hurt, dearest sister. I pour my soul into entertaining you, and this is the gratitude I receive?"

He grinned, his laughter dying down. “You know you love me.”

“You’re lucky I do.” you retorted, eyes still flitting through the park in search of Anthony.

Max chuckled, his grin widening as he noticed your persistent glances around the park. He knew full well who you were looking for, but decided to play along, feigning ignorance.

“Looking for someone in particular again?” he asked, his voice laced with playful innocence.

“Cressida Cowper.” you shot back. “I’m feeling like some dreadful company.”

Max raised an eyebrow, his expression mimicking surprise. “Cressida Cowper? My, my, you are in a rebellious mood today.” He chuckled, shaking his head in mock disapproval. “And here I thought you valued pleasant conversations. Seems like you’re craving some chaos.”

You chuckled. “Where would be the fun without some occasional chaos?”

He laughed, shaking his head in amusement. "Ah, there’s the mischievous side of my dear sister." he said playfully. "I was beginning to worry you had completely taken on the role of the perfect young lady."

He squeezed your arm lightly. “You do know you’ll drive me to an early grave one day, don’t you?”

“Oh, I certainly hope so.” you muttered, though you didn’t really mean it. You bit your cheek, slowly fearing Anthony wouldn’t show up. You didn't even know why you were so excited yet anxious to see him again, yet you weren't able to suppress it either.

Max chuckled at your response, knowing fully well you were merely jesting. However, he sensed your subtle disappointment, noticing the way you bit your cheek.

“What’s the matter, dearest?” he asked softly, his tone somewhat more serious now. “You were hoping for someone in particular to join us, weren’t you?”

You sighed. “Maybe.” you admitted, spotting Lord Pendale. Stiffening, you fought the urge to turn around and run.

Max noticed your sudden change in demeanor and the way you became more tense. He followed your gaze, spotting the lord in question and immediately understanding your reaction.

He leaned closer, whispering discreetly. “Ah, Lord Pendale. Should I be concerned?”

“He seems uncomfortably interested in me.” you said. “Though it’s one-sided.”

Max frowned slightly, not liking the sound of Lord Pendale’s unwelcome advances. “I see.” he said, his voice laced with a hint of protective concern.

He glanced over at Lord Pendale, sizing up the situation. “Do you wish me to intervene? Throw him off your scent for the afternoon?”

You huffed. “And ruin my reputation? No, thank you.” you gave back, giving his arm a light squeeze. “I can handle him. He just doesn’t seem too fond of the idea of his wife being well-read. And he talks way too much about finances, just like this morning.”

Max chuckled, amused by your description of Lord Pendale. "Ah, a man of dull conversation and limited interest." he mused. "A true gem indeed." He smirked, feigning a shiver. “I can’t imagine how dull it must have been, listening to him go on about finances. My condolences for your ears, darling sister.”

You huffed again. “You can’t imagine the relief I felt when you walked into the room to announce we have an appointment.”

Max chuckled, recalling the events. “Ah, yes, my timely entrance to rescue you from the drudgery of financial discussion." he said. "I was merely looking out for your sanity, dear sister.”

He leaned in closer, a playful glint in his eyes. “You should be grateful for my impeccable timing.”

You nodded. “I am, believe me, brother.” you assured him. You still didn’t see Anthony, and your mood slowly dropped by the minute. You had hoped for at least one pleasant conversation.

“Don’t fret too much, dearest sister. The day is still young." Max said. "There’s plenty of time for your special someone to appear.”

You nodded, not convinced. “Maybe.” you mumbled. “Or maybe you were right, and he really isn’t interested in a courtship… Even though it seemed different this morning…”

Max noticed the slight waver in your voice, sensing your uncertainty and disappointment. He placed a comforting hand on your arm, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Darling sister,” he said softly, his tone sincere. “Just because he hasn’t arrived yet does not mean he isn’t interested. Perhaps he has been held up by some unexpected business or other obligations. You mustn’t let your mind run away with negative thoughts.”

You nodded again with a sigh. “Right, how foolish of me to not consider that.” you mumbled, biting your cheek. “I only met him yesterday after not having seen him for years, I shouldn’t be so disappointed.”

Max gave you a sympathetic smile, understanding the depth of your feelings. “It’s only natural to be disappointed, dearest." he assured you. "But you mustn’t be too hard on yourself. These things take time.”

He paused for a moment, thinking over his next words carefully. “But remember, it is important not to get too invested too quickly. It can be dangerous for your heart.”

You nodded. “Yeah, you’ve been telling me about it for the past few years.”

Max chuckled faintly. “Ah, yes, I suppose I have, haven’t I?" he said, smiling softly. "But my advice comes from a place of concern. I only wish to protect you from potential heartbreak.”

“I know, I know.” you sighed, patting his arm. “But fear not, dear brother, I will be careful.” You looked around again, silently hoping Lord Pendale wouldn’t notice you before you found Anthony.

Where could he be? Was he really just delayed? Or did he not wish to see you again?

Max chuckled, noticing your subtle attempt to avoid Lord Pendale’s notice. He gently guided you, slightly altering your position so that you wouldn’t be easily spotted from where Lord Pendale was standing.

“Ah, attempting to play hide and seek with our dull-minded friend, are we?” he whispered, amusement obvious in his voice.

You chuckled uneasily. “Is it that obvious?” you asked, even though you already knew the answer. “I am simply not ready for a conversation with him again. My brain would decay.”

Max laughed, thoroughly entertained by your witty remark. “Ah, you and your sharp tongue." he chuckled. "I can’t blame you, sister. Lord Pendale’s conversational skills are akin to watching paint dry.”

He patted your shoulder lightly, a hint of playfulness in his eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you hidden from him as long as necessary.”

“Thank you, Max.” you said. “I appreciate it.”

He smiled warmly, a hint of brotherly affection in his eyes. “Of course, dearest sister. That’s what brothers are for.”

He leaned in slightly, his tone more conspiratorial. “We can pretend to have a long, elaborate discussion about something exceedingly dull." he offered. "That should deter Lord Pendale from approaching us.”

You chuckled. “Oh, I hope so.” you said. “Otherwise I’d have to be Cressida and suddenly faint.”

Max laughed heartily at your suggestion, clearly amused by the idea. “Oh, please do, dearest sister." he laughed, hand on his chest. "I should like to see Lord Pendale’s expression as you take a dramatic swoon on the grass.”

He shook his head, a grin on his face. “But let us hope it won’t come to that.”

“Fingers crossed.” you mumbled, biting your cheek once more, the sensitive flesh stinging already. Some of the lords looked your way, but they didn’t come over to talk yet.

Max noticed the lords stealing glances your way, too and chuckled. “Ah, it seems you’re quite the topic of conversation among them, dear sister.” He gestured discretely towards the men, a smirk on his face. “I can almost hear the gossip starting to spread.”

You refrained from rolling your eyes and instead smiled at the men politely. “Or they’re talking about how ridiculous you look.” you joked, keeping that smile on your face.

Max feigned mock offense, clutching his chest dramatically. “Ridiculous, you say?" he wanted to know. "Now that’s just hurtful, sister. I’ll have you know the peacock blue waistcoat is quite the fashion statement.”

He chuckled, clearly enjoying the banter. “But let’s not kid ourselves, they’re more likely staring at your radiant beauty than my exquisite sense of style.”

You chuckled. “Ever the charmer, are you not?” Then you looked around the park again, spotting the pavilion of the Bridgertons, and your heart stuttered before doubling its speed. “Let’s go over there.” you said, wanting to look if Anthony was amongst them.

Max followed your gaze, spotting the pavilion where the Bridgerton family was gathered. He raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile slowly spreading across his face. He caught onto your subtle motive for wanting to go over there. “Ah, so that’s why you suddenly want to saunter over there." he teased. "Hoping to catch a glimpse of someone special, perhaps?”

Oh, he very well knew who you were looking for. But if you wouldn't tell, he wouldn't say.

You shrugged, pouting but lightly tugging him in the direction of the pavilion. “No, I just decided I like the grass over there better.”

Max chuckled at your not-so-subtle attempt to hide your true intentions. He feigned obliviousness, going along with your explanation of liking the grass better. “Ah, of course.” he said, playing along as he allowed you to lead him towards the pavilion. “Because the grass is so much greener there, right?”

He suppressed a smirk, fully aware of your real purpose for wanting to go over there.

“It is indeed.” you agreed. “It’s a much greener shade than the rest of it.”

As you walked closer, you tried to scan the people, see if he was amongst them – but he wasn’t. You felt a pang in your chest – if his family was there, but he wasn’t, that could mean he was delayed – or he didn’t want to come.

Max followed your gaze as you scanned the people at the pavilion, noticing your slight disappointment as you didn’t spot Anthony. He tried to keep his tone casual but couldn’t help the hint of concern in his voice.

“Looking for someone in particular, dearest sister?” he asked softly, his eyes observing your expression.

You shook your head. “No.” you said, trying to hide your disappointment and wanted to turn in another direction when Violet Bridgerton spotted you – Anthony's mother. “Miss Barton!” she called out, walking over. “Lord Barton.”

Max smiled and inclined his head respectively as Lady Bridgerton approached. “Lady Bridgerton,” he greeted warmly. “A pleasure to see you.”

Max glanced at you, knowing of your initial attempt to turn away, only to be thwarted by Lady Bridgerton’s call. He gave you a subtle nudge, silently telling you to compose yourself and engage in the conversation.

You smiled at her politely, not sure why she chose to address you. “Lady Bridgerton.” you greeted her with curtsy. “It’s a pleasure to see you.”

Lady Bridgerton returned your polite greeting with a warm smile. “I must say, dear, you certainly look delightful today.” She glanced around, her gaze lingering on the group of lords who had been looking at you earlier. Then her smile widened a bit, as if she had an idea.

You smiled meanwhile, blushing slightly.

Lady Bridgerton chuckled softly at your blushing. “Ah, such a charming blush. I remember when I was your age, dear.”

Max, on the other hand, was watching the entire interaction with a mixture of amusement and caution. He could sense that Lady Bridgerton had something up her sleeve.

She always had, didn't she?

You chuckled quietly. “Oh, I bet you must have at least looked as wonderful as you do now, lady Bridgerton.” you said with a smile.

Lady Bridgerton chuckled at your compliment, clearly pleased. “Ah, what a delightful charmer you are, dear.” She turned her attention to Max for a moment. “She’s quite the catch, isn’t she?”

Max nodded silently, a knowing smirk on his face. He slowly got a hunch of what she was doing.

Lady Bridgerton turned back to you, her gaze appraising. “You know, dear, I’ve been thinking…” she said, pausing.

Max raised an eyebrow at the same time as you did, silently wondering what she was about to say. He discreetly nudged you gently, signaling for you to listen intently.

You elbowed him back but listened nonetheless.

Lady Bridgerton smiled slightly at the exchange between you and Max before continuing. “With the season in full swing, I’ve noticed some young lords expressing interest in you.” she said before she paused, gauging your reaction.

You swallowed, blushing slightly. “Not as many as Daphne had last year.” you pointed out, smiling.

She chuckled softly, the corner of her mouth lifting in amusement. “Ah, darling Daphne’s success certainly set the tone.” she said dreamily. Then, she paused for a moment before returning to her initial line of thought. “The thing is, my dear, with so many young lords vying for your attention, well…”

Max interjected, his voice smooth yet layered with a hint of humor. “Yes, Lady Bridgerton, do get to the point of it all, please.” he spoke pleadingly, fearing she would never get to the point.

You elbowed him again; maybe not as subtle as you wanted to, though. “Let her talk, Max. You’re so impolite.” you scolded him.

Max chuckled softly at your elbow, feigning offense. “Impolite, you say?" he asked. "I am merely trying to keep the conversation moving forward to its intended point, dearest sister.”

Lady Bridgerton chuckled as well, amused by the banter between you and Max. She resumed her thought. “You see, with so many young men expressing interest, it’s natural for a mother to consider their… intentions, let’s say.”

Max nodded, silently agreeing with her point of view. He could sense that she was leading up to something.

Lady Bridgerton continued after a moment, her gaze fixed on you. “It just so happens that some of these young men are, well… less than honorable in their intentions.”

You nodded. “Yes, I can imagine.” you said, biting your cheek. Your mother would have told you the same if she was still alive.

She nodded in agreement. “Precisely, dear. And as a mother, I have a certain responsibility to ensure that those intentions do not… shall we say, veer towards the Inappropriate.” she continued to explain.

You blinked at her a few times before you chuckled under your breath. “Oh, don’t worry, Lady Bridgerton.” you assured her. “I can protect myself if need be. But I appreciate your concern. It’s a fresh change to my brother’s non-stop babbling."

Lady Bridgerton chuckled softly, appreciating your confidence. “Ah, the overprotective older brother always has his ways, doesn’t he?”

Max rolled his eyes playfully, feigning annoyance at your comment. “Oh, yes, I’m sure my ‘constant babbling’ is quite an annoyance to you, dearest sister.” he muttered.

“You have no clue.” you mumbled but smiled.

Max chuckled, a hint of affectionate annoyance in his eyes. “Yes, I can only imagine how difficult it is for you to bear my company.”

Lady Bridgerton chuckled as well, amused by the back-and-forth banter between you two. She cleared her throat, bringing the conversation back to the topic at hand.

“Now, dear, while I have confidence in your ability to handle young lords, it is always beneficial to have… a safeguard, shall we say?” she explained, head tilting slightly.

“A safeguard?” you echoed, brows furrowing. Where was she going with this?

She nodded, her expression serious. “Yes, a safeguard." she nodded. "Someone to ensure that those less honorable young men don’t overstep their bounds.”

Max, sensing her intention, raised an eyebrow, his expression silently asking where she was going with this, too. He was already said safeguard, so why was she inclining this?

Lady Bridgerton smiled discreetly, her eyes glinting with determination. “And, I believe I may have found the perfect solution to our little dilemma.”

Max looked at her with curiosity and slight amusement. “Oh, really?” he asked. “Do enlighten us, Lady Bridgerton.”

She chuckled, clearly pleased with her own cleverness. “It occurred to me that having a trusted, available member of the family who can keep an eye on things might be beneficial.”

Max chuckled, a knowing smirk on his face. “A member of the family, you say?" He asked. "And pray tell, who did you have in mind for this esteemed role if not me - her brother?”

Before Lady Bridgerton could continue, though, he stepped closer, his tone slightly teasing. He leaned in closer to her, a sly smile on his face. “Ah, let me guess, Lady Bridgerton. Is it perhaps a certain eldest son of the Bridgerton family…”

Lady Bridgerton chuckled, seemingly amused by his guess. “Ah, always astute, aren’t you, Lord Barton?" she retorted. "Indeed, I was thinking of Anthony.”

Your heart stopped for a moment before it doubled its speed. “What do you mean, Lady Bridgerton?” you wanted to know, brows furrowed slightly.

She chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the effect her words were having on you. Max observed you with a watchful eye, noticing the slight change in your expression.

“Well, dear…” she began, her voice smooth and measured. “As I’m sure you’re aware, Anthony has a certain… reputation among the young ladies.”

Max couldn’t help but bite back a chuckle at this.

“Lady Bridgerton,” he interjected, his voice light. “Are you suggesting what I think you are?”

You frowned even more in confusion, gaze flicking between them.

Lady Bridgerton chuckled softly, amused by your confusion. Max watched you closely, his eyes silently asking if you’d caught onto what they were implying.

“I’m saying that, perhaps, having Anthony look after you might… deter the less honorable young men from getting too close.”

Max chuckled quietly, unable to help himself. “Lady Bridgerton, you’re being quite subtle, aren’t you?” he quipped.

She smiled mischievously. “Well, sometimes subtlety is a lady’s best weapon.”

You bit your lip. “Are you trying to make it look like Lord Bridgerton is courting me, to scare less honorable men away from me and lift his reputation as a rake?” you wanted to know, cocking a brow.

Lady Bridgerton chuckled softly, impressed by your astute observation. Max smiled, silently admiring your sharp wit.

“I must say, you’re quite perceptive, dear,” she admitted. “But yes, that’s essentially the idea.”

Max chuckled again, enjoying the discussion. “I must admit, it’s a rather clever plan, don’t you think, dearest sister?”

You frowned at him. Was she trying to manipulate the ton - just like her daughter did last year? “And what does Lord Bridgerton say about this?” you asked.

Lady Bridgerton sighed, her expression slightly concerned. “Unfortunately, Anthony is… less than enthusiastic about such prospects." she admitted. "He’s quite stubborn, that boy.”

Max chimed in again, a sly smirk on his face. “Ah, yes, quite the reluctant participant, I imagine.”

It hurt a bit that he didn’t seem interested in a courtship, even though he’d been at your house this morning. You didn’t show it, though, thinking about the offer. “So you’re trying with me and your son what went on with Daphne and the Duke of Hastings?” you asked. “But wouldn’t it result in me having more suitors and your son…” you thought about it. “Either they would leave him in peace, or they would throw themselves at him.”

Lady Bridgerton chuckled softly at your observation. Max snickered quietly, unable to hold back his amusement. “Ah, you really are quite astute, dearest sister,” he commented, a smirk on his face.

Lady Bridgerton sighed. “Yes, it’s a bit of a gamble, I must admit. But I believe it’s necessary to at least give it a try.”

Max laughed slightly, finding this entire situation rather humorous. “Oh, Anthony is going to absolutely love this,” he said sarcastically, unable to hide his amused expression.

You huffed. “I have the feeling he won't.”

Lady Bridgerton chuckled softly, her expression hinting at her agreement. Max smirked, his eyes glinting with playful humor.

“Ah, you’re probably right,” he chimed in. “Anthony isn’t one for being told what to do, particularly when it comes to… well, anything, really.”

Lady Bridgerton sighed, a mixture of frustration and resignation in her voice. “Yes, he can be quite… difficult." she admitted.

After what happened with his father, he'd built that wall around himself, closing himself off to the world in a sense of way.

And boy, did she hate it.

You nodded. “That seems rather… interesting.” you said. “And you’re sure this will work? I mean, what exactly do you promise yourself from this, Lady Bridgerton?”

She smiled slightly, appreciating your curiosity. “Well, dear,” she began. “I'm hoping that by having your presence around him, it will somehow… calm his rakish behavior.”

Max snickered, unable to contain his laughter. “And perhaps it might even improve his own reputation, eh, Lady Bridgerton?”

Lady Bridgerton nodded. “Yes, that’s the hope, of course.”

“Well, that either means I’m desirable and he is supposed to only have eyes for me, or it means I’m undesirable, and he will lose his… what did you call it earlier, brother? Appetite?” you said, fingers fumbling with the fabric of your dress.

The idea seemed strange, yet it seemed to promise more time with Anthony.

If he was willing to participate in this.

Max chuckled, amused by your observation. “Ah, you’ve hit the nail on the head, sister." he agreed. "Precisely, the idea is that he shall only have eyes for you.”

Lady Bridgerton nodded, her expression hopeful. Max raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “And if you are, indeed, undesirable… well, let’s hope it doesn’t come to that, shall we?” he quipped jokingly.

You shook your head slightly. “So this all depends on him agreeing, right?”

Lady Bridgerton sighed, her expression a mixture of determination and mild concern. “Yes, unfortunately, you’re correct. Anthony’s cooperation is essential for this plan to work.”

Max chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with wry amusement. “And let me tell you, dear, getting Anthony to cooperate when he doesn't want to is like trying to tame a wild animal.” he teased.

You huffed. “I can imagine.” you mumbled. “But tell me, Lady Bridgerton, why me?”

She smiled slightly, appreciating your directness. “Well, dear,” she began. “I’ve watched you over the years, and I think you’re quite an admirable young woman. You have a certain grace and strength about you that I find quite commendable. Your mother and I always joked about connecting our families. It only seems fitting.”

You mulled about it for a moment. You could picture your mother and Lady Bridgerton making plans, always having been curious about their tea times when you were younger.

You had to find someone to marry you, and even if Anthony wouldn’t be that one, his attention would surely make more lords interested in you.

“Okay.” you then said slowly.

Lady Bridgerton's expression lit up with hope, her eyes shining with optimism. Max chuckled quietly, a smirk on his face at your unexpected willingness to agree.

“Excellent,” she said, a hint of relief in her tone. “I’m glad to hear that you’re on board with this plan, dear.”

Max chuckled softly, still finding the whole situation slightly amusing. “You’re going to be the talk of the ton with this little scheme, dearest sister. Lord Briderton is not going to know what hit him.”

You nodded. “We shall wait what he says about this.” you said.

Lady Bridgerton nodded in agreement, a hopeful expression on her face. Max stifled a laugh, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Oh, I have a feeling he will protest quite loudly.” he chimed in. “But I think we’ll eventually wear him down, my dear.”

Lady Bridgerton chuckled softly, a hint of determination in her tone. “Yes, I’m sure it will require some persuasion." she agreed. "But I’m confident we’ll convince him in the end.”

“Where is he, may I ask?” you asked, gaze flitting through the park. “I thought he would be with you, seeing as almost your whole family seems gathered here.”

Lady Bridgerton glanced around as if expecting to see him nearby. Max chuckled quietly, his smirk widening. “Ah, Anthony has a habit of keeping to himself, even at family gatherings,” he said. “He’s probably off in some corner brooding, or perhaps trying to drown himself in a glass of bourbon.”

Lady Bridgerton rolled her eyes slightly, her expression slightly exasperated. “Yes, my son does enjoy solitary moments.” she said. “And his tendency to brood is… quite remarkable.”

Max chuckled, his smirk growing wider. “Ah, don’t mind him, dearest sister,” he joked. “He’s just allergic to anything resembling a joyful occasion.”

You huffed. “That’s great for this… deal.” you said, sarcasm shining through. “How shall this work if he doesn’t want to participate in such activities?”

Lady Bridgerton sighed, her expression a mix of frustration and determination. “That’s definitely a challenge,” she admitted. “Anthony does have a tendency to… isolate himself sometimes.”

Max snickered quietly, his smirk betraying his amusement. “Oh, yes, he prefers to wallow in his own misery rather than engage in social activities. It’s quite annoying, really.”

You sighed. “Great.” you mumbled.

Lady Bridgerton chuckled slightly, a hint of resignation in her expression. Max rolled his eyes playfully, his smirk growing wider.

“Oh, don’t worry, dear,” he said. “Anthony may try to resist, but we’ll find a way to drag him out of his brooding cave eventually.”

You nodded as you saw Lord Pendale approach. “God, no.” you mumbled under your breath, sending him a smile, but hoping he would take a sudden turn and go the other way.

Lady Bridgerton raised an eyebrow, silently observing the situation.

“Ah, the illustrious Lord Pendale,” Max quipped, a smirk on his face. “I can see why you’d prefer he doesn’t come over.”

You kept smiling. “Now would be the perfect time for Lord Bridgerton to appear.” you said to Lady Bridgerton through gritted teeth, keeping your voice quiet.

She chuckled softly, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. Max stifled a laugh, enjoying the unfolding of this little scene.

“Oh, wouldn’t that be quite the spectacle?” he mused. “The brooding Lord Bridgerton rescuing you from the clutches of Lord Pendale.”

“I would be so- Lord Pendale.” you cut yourself off to greet Lord Pendale with a small curtsy.

Lord Pendale approached with a confident smile, his gaze fixated on you. He returned the curtsy, his voice dripping with a false charm.

“Ah, Miss Featherington,” he greeted, giving you a sly smile. “A pleasure to see you, as always.”

“Miss Carina Barton.” you corrected him politely, surpressing a huff. “The pleasure is all mine.”

Lord Pendale furrowed his brow, his expression momentarily taken aback. He recovered quickly though, his charming smile returning.

“Ah, my apologies, Miss Barton,” he said, a hint of arrogance in his tone. “How silly of me to forget such a significant detail.”

You bit your tongue to refrain from any sarcastic remark. To be mistaken for a Featherington, was… definitely something to remember. “No worries.” you assured him.

Lord Pendale chuckled, his eyes roaming over you appreciatively. Max observed the interaction silently, a smirk on his face. Lady Bridgerton watched quietly, her expression a mixture of amusement and concern.

“How is it that someone as… captivating as yourself remains unwed for so long?” Lord Pendale asked, his tone dripping with false flattery.

You chuckled politely. “Well, I guess I simply haven’t found the right one yet.” you said. “But there’s still plenty of time this season to change that.”

Lord Pendale chuckled, his smirk widening slightly. Your brother suppressed a snort, enjoying the unfolding conversation. Meanwhile, Lady Bridgerton observed quietly, mentally noting your composure and polite demeanor.

“Ah, yes, there is indeed plenty of time left this season,” Lord Pendale agreed. “Although with so many gentlemen clamoring for your attention, I’d imagine the decision must be quite… difficult.”

You smiled. “I’m sure the right one will be chosen in the end.”

You silently pleaded for Anthony to make his appearance. Even though you only engaged with him once after years a day ago, you preferred his presence much more already.

“Oh, I have no doubt about that,” Lord Pendale said, his confidence seemingly unwavering. “I imagine you must have many suitors vying for your favor. Quite the envy of the ton, I must say.”

You smiled, feigning shyness. “Well, I must have missed it then.” you said.

Lord Pendale chuckled, his arrogance growing a bit in response to your feigned shyness. Max stifled another chuckle, silently finding this interaction far too amusing.

“Oh, come now, surely you must know the effect you have on gentlemen,” he said, his tone slightly condescending. “Don’t deny it, my dear. You are a vision to behold.”

“Thank you, my lord.” you thanked him politely, feigning flattery with a downcast glance.

Lord Pendale’s smirk widened further, seemingly satisfied with your response. “You’re most welcome, my lady,” he replied, his tone dripping with false charm. “A beauty such as yourself deserves nothing but the finest compliments.”

Your patience thinned with every passing moment, but your mask stayed in tact, as you suddenly saw someone approach out of the corner of your eye: Anthony.

You could have cried out in luck.

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