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You guys⌠my sister found her dream wedding dress todayđ
#personal*#jess talks#it was the first dress shop we had an appointment for#and legit she found her perfect dressđđ#she looked stunning and I wanna cry just thinking about it#there were so many gorgeous ones#but this one took the cake#and itâs not white/ivory either!!!! itâs lavender!!!#and so subtle that it changes colours in different lightingđđ#it also has removable sleeves!!! like how fuckin cool!!!#sheâs paid the deposit for it cus itâs the last one EVER of it and she also got her veil and hair band/accessoryđĽš#Iâm just⌠a proud maid of honour#AND I no longer have to wear pastel yellow (thank FUCK - cus sheâs a pasty white gal)#Iâll be in something bluey/purple to match herđ#anyway had to share cus it was sm fun and Iâve never done anything like that before
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Finally found my prom dress!!!!
#So it took 2 shops#and a few colour changes but I finally found it#first shop was kind of bad#like the dresses they had were a bit too bright#and just too much since I wanted a simple dress#and I love my mother bless her but the ones she was picking out were just too much#especially with the jewellery on them they didnât look as nice#so I tried on 2 dresses#but I didnât really like any#plus they were pretty expensive#anyway next shop we called before going#like when we were about 30 minutes away đđđ#to see if we could have an appointment#and lady on the phone was like yes thatâs fine#this place although smaller#had a wider range of dresses that I would like#tried a couple#and then the ones she suggested#this lady was sooo good#as she gave honest advice and was so helpful#the colour I got was like a bronze/goldish colour#so like a Greek goddess is what she compared the dress to lmao#but she was like do you like the dress or love it#so I was like I like it and then explained Iâm not a very expressive person like inside I was like I really like it#but on the outside Iâm like yeah I like it đ#im the same with gifts like someone will be like here you go and im like yes thank you I like it đ#and I feel bad cause im not very expressive but I do like it!!!!#gatherrambles#g/prom
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Hi honey! I hope youâre taking care of yourself â¤ď¸ I love love LOVE how you write! Can I please request bombshell reader x Spencer telling the team sheâs pregnant đ
thank you for requesting! <3 fem, 2k
âSpencer?âÂ
Your quiet tone has his attention faster than any shouting wouldâve; he expects high energy from you, and your murmur scares him half to death. He backtracks from the bathroom with his toothbrush still in his mouth, toothpaste dripping down his fingers as he yanks it out and asks, âWhat?âÂ
âIs this okay?âÂ
You chew your lip and turn to the side, illuminating your problem with a hand framed under your tummy. Your skin peeks out from the bottom of your shirt.Â
The wonder of you is that youâve always been beautiful, always, in Spencerâs eyes at least if not the entire worldâs, because of how you present yourself, and of course because of your big heart. Your smile, the way you talk, all of it is beautiful and, most of the time, measured. Your clothes are carefully picked, and now youâre changing and your clothes need to change with it âyour bump has appeared faster than Spencer realised it would, and you havenât had time to upgrade your wardrobe. The cases are endless and youâd been more interested in doctorâs appointments and house viewings than clothes shopping. Â
âWhatâs wrong?â he asks, perhaps a bit useless, white frothy paste sliding down his chin.Â
You smile momentarily, nervous on your feet as you adjust your shirt. âI think I look very pregnant.âÂ
Spencer goes back into the bathroom to finish brushing. âYou look mildly pregnant,â he agrees loudly over the rush faucet. He spits, wipes his face, and rinses his toothbrush.Â
âCompared to my usual non-pregnant look, I mean,â you say.Â
âItâs just that shirtâs a little tight,â he promises. âWeâll find something.âÂ
You probably arenât going to find something, you both realise. You stand in front of him in one of your soft bralettes, the âSâ of your pendant on your rising chest, shirtless and likely to stay that way. âOh,â he says, tapping your bump gently with his knuckle. âMaybe it got bigger overnight.âÂ
âI think so,â you agree, taking his hand where it hovers to press to the top of the slope of the bump. Youâre holding his hand more than youâre protecting the bump, a perplexed frown on your lips as you kneed his fingers in yours.Â
âWe donât have time to go to the store, but we could be late,â he says.Â
âWhat if we have a case?âÂ
âThatâs a better reason to go shopping.âÂ
You pout for a kiss, leaning up to press your lips to his wry smile. âNo. Do you still have that maroon sweater? The one that didnât fit you right, with the v-neck?âÂ
Spencer helps you into said sweater though you donât need his assistance, smoothing down the wrinkles carefully. It hides the too-short hem of your white shirt underneath, and paired with the collar, Spencer couldnât be more in love with you. âYouâre dressed like me five years ago,â he says.Â
âLike it?â you flirt, your cheeks apples with your smug smile, your hands under your chin.
âYou really are glowing.âÂ
âDonât tempt me into kissing you stupid,â you say, still flirting, voice dipping into that warm, sweet place that probably caused the bump between you in the first place.Â
âYouâre lucky I donât kiss you stupid,â he jokes, putting an arm around you for a quick hug. âToo bad we need to work to save to buy a stupid house instead.âÂ
âHave a stupid baby,â you mumble happily, your face pressed to his chest. He kisses your cheek.Â
Youâre both in incredible moods when you finally make it to work, tethered together from the parking lot to the elevator to the BAU office. Thereâs been a lot more hand holding since you found out you were pregnant, though youâre trying to keep it private just a little bit longer. Hotch gets antsy about pregnant people in the field (though heâd never force you to stay home), and the others can tend to be overbearing.Â
You are excited to tell them. Spencerâs your family, the team is as good as, and theyâll all be so, so happy for you. At first youâd been waiting for the twelve week milestone for practicalityâs sake, but now youâre just waiting for the right time.Â
âClothes get lost in the move?â Morgan asks.Â
You arenât telling them about the pregnancy, but youâre honest about other things. They know youâve moved in with Spencer, and that youâre looking for a house. Morgan wouldâve been offended if you hadnât told him. Heâd offered up a bunch of his properties to you both for viewing and promised a very good family and friends price point, but they hadnât been perfect enough. Itâs just a starter house, heâd argued, mostly unoffended at your pickiness.Â
He doesnât realise that you and Spencer wanna raise a baby, and you want as perfect a home as possible for at least the toddler years before you start looking to move up the ladder. A family home.Â
âVery funny,â you praise, letting Spencer pull back your chair for you as you sit down. You feel the new extra roundness of your bump and wonder why nobody else has noticed it either. Spencer certainly canât stop looking at it. You catch him all the time, and at night, alone and in bed, you let him run his hand up and down the hill of it, clearly amazed.Â
âIt looks good on you, mama,â Morgan says.Â
You laugh. âDoesnât everything?â you ask with an exaggerated smirk.Â
âYes,â Spencer says.Â
You dip your head back in your chair. âThis is why I love you.âÂ
âDevotion,â Spencer guesses, wiping at a smudge of makeup under your eye tenderly.Â
You put your hand on your stomach. Itâs weird how things change and donât at the same time. You feel like you love him so much more now youâre a family with him, but you loved him endlessly before. Moments like this were plentiful and warm as sunshine, the undulating care in his touch a practised exercise at this point. You let your eyes close. He strokes your cheek.Â
âHotch wants everyone in the conference room,â JJ says, announcing herself and her towering cup of coffee as she breezes past the bullpen.Â
You follow her upstairs to the conference room. Rossi, Hotch and Penelope are already waiting, everyone accompanied by their own creature comfort (coffee, coffee, and tea, respectfully). You and Spencer take seats opposite Hotch and Rossi, hands held together as always, his left in your right, his thumb kind against your knuckles.Â
âThe jet is still pre-loading from last time, so we canât leave until late tonight, but we will be leaving,â Hotch begins, nodding at Penelope. âUntil then, weâll work the case from here.â
She nods back and clicks onto some severely disgusting photographs.Â
You work through the facts together. Emily arrives late with apologies soon forgiven, your team a well-oiled machine. Of course, without being there, thereâs only so much you can do, but itâs never not useful to have these discussions and to spitball with one another.Â
Spencer gets stuck in his head. You fight the urge to kiss his cheek as heâd kissed yours this morning and decide on a more work appropriate show of affection, popping down to the kitchenette to make him a cup of coffee.Â
You arenât drinking coffee or anything caffeinated for the baby. You arenât thirsty, but Spencer will worry if you donât make yourself a drink too. You fill a glass with water from the sink and make your way back up the steps to the conference room.Â
âIt looks like thereâs a racial motivation,â Spencerâs saying to Morgan.Â
âSure, but with only two victims so far, it could be coincidence,â Emily says.Â
âOr not,â JJ says with a frown.Â
âI think our killer would show it more, if it were,â you suggest, âthereâs usually some aspect of overkill with hate crimes we arenât seeing here.âÂ
You put the cup of coffee down in front of Spencer and sit in your chair. The sleeves on his sweater are too long. You push them up for the tenth time.Â
âThatâs Spencerâs?â Emily asks, having noticed your struggle.
âOh, yeah. Iâve been sort of scatterbrained, I forgot to put a load in the dryer.âÂ
âIs your go bag ready?â Hotch asks.Â
No. âYeah, itâs fine. You donât like my new look?âÂ
âIâve never known you to wear clothes that donât fit,â Morgan says.
âWhat are you trying to say, Derek?â you ask, propping your face in your chin.Â
âYouâre getting sloppy in your old age.âÂ
You turn to Spencer, beaming, and he shakes his head at you immediately.Â
âAnd whatâs with the water?â
Your smiling turns deer-in-the-headlights. âWhat?âÂ
âYou donât drink coffee anymore?â Morgan prompts.Â
That piques the interest of Emily and Hotch simultaneously, but you know youâre caught when realisation colours JJâs gaze. She stares straight at your glass, then your face. You can practically see her profiling your behaviour these last few weeks, the sudden trips to the bathroom, the worse than usual reluctance to be away from Spencer, and the sudden propensity for safer practice in the field.Â
You smile. Youâre caught. You see Hotchâs expression and know he knows it, too.Â
You give Spencer a little nudge with your thigh, as though telling him, You say it. You know he wants to.Â
âYou canât have more than three hundred milligrams of caffeine when youâre pregnant,â Spencer says, his pride unmissable in the slight lift of his chin, âit disrupts midterm foetal growth. Our baby might come out too small, which isnât what we want, obviously, so she canât drink coffee. Not for another six months, at least.âÂ
âWhaâ whaâ what?â Penelope asks, the physical manifestation of a kettle about to boil over, excitement bubbling and raring to explode as she grips the table. âYouâre pregnant?âÂ
âWith Spencer?â Emily asks, though sheâs laughing before sheâs finished.Â
You frame his cheek with one hand and lean in to kiss it gently. âWho else?â you ask.Â
The best part is watching everybody hug Spencer. Youâre happy they love you and you accept their congratulations and their love with pleasure, but seeing a room full of people thrilled for him finally getting the life heâs wanted, and knowing youâre at least part of the reason, is pretty sweet. You put your hand on your baby bump and take a mental picture of him under Morganâs arm, his cheeks pink, his smile achingly wide.Â
Still, he cuts through his moment to reach for you. âMaybe someone else will be able to convince you to slow down,â he says, hand moving to your stomach protectively.Â
You pretend to think it over. âMaybe in a month or two.âÂ
#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid x y/n#spencer reid x fem!reader#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid oneshot#spencer reid scenario#spencer reid drabble#spencer reid fic#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer and bombshell reader
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Date? | Zoro x Reader
Summary: Zoro asked you out on a date. (You thought it was just an errand run at the market)Â Tags: fluff, pre-relationship, first date(?), GN but written with F!Reader in mind, no use of y/n
a/n: happy birthday zoro!! this is not a birthday-centric fic, just wanted to write something fluffy for the birthday boy :)
You sat on one of the swings on the main deck of the Thousand Sunny, gently swaying as you waited for Zoro. As the minutes ticked by, you started impatiently glancing at the door to the boysâ room.Â
It was taking Zoro unexpectedly long to get ready today when he usually only needed less than five minutes to throw on whatever non-wrinkled, semi-clean clothes he could find strewn around beneath his hammock.Â
âWant to go to the market with me today? Just us two?â was what Zoro asked you this morning. Of course, you said yes without a second thought. It wasnât unusual for you to accompany Zoro on errand runs whenever you docked at a new island â it seemed the crew had appointed you as his (un)official chaperone, tasked with ensuring the directionally challenged swordsman could find his way back to the ship at the end of the day. With that being said, you couldnât say that you didnât enjoy every single second you got to be alone with your green-haired crewmate.
The Sunny was currently docked at a small, but lively harbor town. Nami already scoped out the area this morning, and she reported that, thankfully, there were no marine bases here, so the crew could spend the next three days in peace while waiting for the log pose to set.
Some muffled bickering came from inside the boysâ room and you were straining your ears to hear what they were saying when the door suddenly swung open. Zoro was quickly shoved out of the room by a pair of hands you recognized as Usoppâs, and a telltale flash of blonde hair, before the door slammed shut, told you that the cook was also in on⌠whatever this was.Â
You looked at the man in front of you, his green hair still slightly damp from a bath (he took a bath?) but combed neatly. He was wearing a black, slightly oversized, short-sleeved shirt â unbuttoned over a white tank top â paired with some light blue jeans.Â
You could only gape in awe, genuinely taken aback at the sight of him actually dressing up for once, but at your silence, Zoro stiffened and did a one-eighty, reaching for the doorknob, âIâm gonna go change.â
You touched his arm lightly to stop him, âNo, donât.â
He turned to face you again, and you placed your hand on his shoulder as you admitted, âYou look really great. It suits you.â
The tips of Zoroâs ears turned red at your compliment. A breeze suddenly picked up, bringing about faint traces of lemon and eucalyptus⌠Was he wearing cologne?
You couldnât help but lean towards him, inching your nose closer to his neck to catch another whiff of the lovely aroma. As if reading your thoughts, Zoro said, âUsopp sprayed it on me before I could get away.â
Ah, so thatâs why the scent was familiar. Youâve smelled it on the sniper a few times before, but on Zoro, the cologne smelled slightly different, tinged with a scent that was so uniquely him.Â
âWell, you smell fantastic.â You reassured him. âShall we go?â
The walk to the market was brief, with you and Zoro strolling side-by-side in companionable silence. As the hustle and bustle of the market came within sight, you nudged him and asked, âWhat did you need from the market, by the way?â
âI didnât really need anything in particular,â He thought for a bit, âBut I guess Iâm running low on sword polish.â
After Zoro made a quick purchase at the arms shop, you two wandered around the market with no directions in mind, stopping at whichever stall caught your eye.Â
An old lady sat behind one, carefully weaving a bracelet out of thin, colorful threads. Her table was filled with more of her creations, each of them with unique patterns and color combinations. You picked one that you thought was the prettiest, admiring the intricate details of the different shades of green mingling to create a mesmerizing design. You checked the price tag and put it back down. As much as you wanted it, you really needed to restrain yourself. You told yourself you didnât need another accessory â not when you just purchased a pricey silver necklace at the last island.Â
A few stalls down was a table laden with vials and bottles of all sizes, and you excitedly dragged Zoro by the sleeve towards it.Â
âWelcome, welcome!â The owner of the kiosk greeted you, âWe have fragrances of every kind here â even imported oils from Alabasta! Do you have any particular scent you prefer?â
âOh, itâs not for me!â You smiled before jerking your thumb at your companion, âI want to find something for him.â
âWell, take a look around.â He gestured to the samples, âIâm sure we can find something suitable for your boyfriend.â
You felt heat rush to your cheeks as you frantically waved your hand, while Zoro was similarly flustered.
âHeâs notââ
âWeâre notâ, I meanââ
The two of you gave up explaining as the man profusely apologized for making inappropriate assumptions. After you assured him that it was fine, he began putting drops of the different fragrant oils on small pieces of paper and handed them to you. You sniffed each of them, bringing the ones you found interesting up to Zoroâs nose. All of the scents were alluring in their own ways, but one in particular stood out to you. It opened with a fresh burst of bergamot, layered with a spicy rush of cardamom and a hint of green tea.Â
âHowâs this?â You offered the paper to Zoro.
He took a cautious sniff, and his eyebrow raised ever so slightly. Zoro was never really into colognes or perfumes, but he was surprised at how much he actually liked the scent you picked for him.
He nodded and you beamed, turning towards the merchant, âWeâll take this one!â
As the man filled a vial with the fragrant oil, you reached into your pocket for some Berries, but Zoroâs hand on your wrist stopped you, âYou donât have toââ
âI know.â You cut him off, âBut I want to.â
You grinned at him, âYou can wear it the next time we hang out, so you donât have to borrow Usoppâs.â
A smile slowly crept up Zoroâs lips, âThanks.âÂ
The merchant was wrapping up the glass vial when Zoro tapped you on the shoulder, âHey, I need to go to the restroom. Wait here for a minute.â
Before you could stop him, he was gone.Â
Your heart dropped. If there was one rule to going anywhere with Zoro, it was to never let him out of your sight.
You quickly handed some coins to the merchant and began searching in the direction that Zoro went, standing on your tiptoes to look over the crowd in hopes of catching sight of that familiar green. You were just starting to descend into a panic when a hand suddenly grabbed yours.Â
âIâm right here,â Zoro said softly into your ear.
You smacked him lightly on the chest, âDonât run off like that again! You scared me!â
âSorry,â He grinned, before shrugging and saying nonchalantly, âBut you know what, I donât know how but I could always find my way back if itâs to you.â
You wondered if he knew the effect he had on you.
Your grip on his hand tightened just a little bit. You knew he was just holding your hand so you wouldnât lose each other in this crowded market, but you couldnât prevent your pulse from quickening at the feeling of his strong hand in yours. It certainly didnât help that he didnât let go even after you left the market and the crowd behind you.Â
You caught a glimpse of a massive flower field at the edge of town and tugged Zoroâs hand to grab his attention, âNami heard that fieldâs a popular picnic spot for the locals. Sure looks pretty, doesnât it?â
âWanna check it out?âÂ
You looked at the field longingly before shaking your head, âItâs getting late, maybe tomorrow. We should probably head back to the ship for dinner soon.âÂ
âActually,â Zoro said, âI was thinking we could try out one of those restaurants in town, if youâre up for it?â
You were surprised at Zoroâs suggestion â he was normally the type to return to the ship as early as possible and take a good, long nap after a day out â but you agreed to it nonetheless. When else would you get a chance to dine with your swordsman, just the two of you?
The restaurant Zoro took you to was a quaint place, but the food they served was beyond your expectations. Zoro was unusually talkative throughout dinner, and you couldnât say that you didnât adore this side of him. You two laughed and chatted through bites of steaks and sips of beer, and then dinner was over before you realized, far sooner than you wouldâve liked.Â
The walk back to the ship was also shorter than you remembered. As you walked beside Zoro, fingers brushing in featherlight touches, you had to resist the temptation of linking your fingers with his. The night was getting chillier and you would give anything to feel his warm hand in yours again, but you know you shouldnât. This was just a friendly outing anyway â you wouldnât want him to think that you got the wrong idea, or worse, what if he rejected your advances?
Zoro walked you all the way to the door of your quarters, âDid you have fun today?â
âI did.â You smiled up at him, âBest day I had in a while, to be honest.â
All of a sudden, Zoro took your wrist and slipped something onto it, âA return gift. For the perfume oil you bought me.âÂ
Your heart skipped a beat when you noticed that it was the green woven bracelet that you admired earlier. He mustâve gotten it when you were briefly separated at the market. Â
âOh, Zoro,â You leaped toward him, bringing your arms around his neck and enveloping him in a big hug, âThank you!âÂ
Zoroâs arms tentatively wrapped around your waist and you melted into his embrace. You leaned back and brought your wrist with the bracelet to beside his head, giggling as you noted, âIt matches your hair.âÂ
Zoroâs expression was unreadable as he gazed at you, and then, without warning, he leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on your cheek. You froze at the sudden act, your smile dropping in shock. Your heart was pounding faster than ever, and your fingers unconsciously went to the spot where you could still feel the touch of his chapped lips. Â
Zoro mistook your surprised reaction as rejection and immediately dropped his arms from your waist, stepping backward as he brought his palm to his forehead, âSorry, fuck, I shouldnât have taken that dumb cookâs advice.â
âHuh?â You voiced, still in a daze and not understanding a bit of what he was saying, âWhat advice? Whatâs Sanji got to do with this?â
He hesitated, before admitting in a small voice, âHe said a kiss on the cheek would be okay for a first date. If it went well.â
âD-date?â You asked in confusion, âAre you telling me today was a date?â
Zoro ran his hand through his hair in frustration, âWell, what the hell did you think it was then?â
âI thought it was just one of our usual errand runs!â You stammered out, before jabbing your pointer finger on his chest accusingly, âYou didnât say it was a date!â
After belatedly realizing that he, in fact, did not, Zoro flushed and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, âUh, I did say it would only be the two of us?â
You blinked, still processing his words and this absurd miscommunication.
âYou know what, forget it.â Zoro's face was bright red as he began walking away from you in the direction of the crowâs nest, âGood night.â
âNo, wait. Zoro.â You caught him by his hand, before placing yourself in front of him. âIt was a really nice day.â
He refused to look at you, but you placed your hand on his chin, guiding his eyes to yours, âBut if you wanted to ask me on a date, maybe you couldâve been a little more⌠explicit?â
You laughed in embarrassment as you gestured at your casual t-shirt and shorts, âGosh, look at me! I wouldâve dressed up better!â
âYou look great no matter what you wear.â
You flushed at his sincere compliment, before taking his hands in each of yours, âIâd love to go on a date with you again, you know.â
You squeezed his hands, âPreferably one where I knew it was a date?â
He was silent for a few seconds, before muttering, âTomorrow then.âÂ
âTomorrow what, Zoro?â You teased, âUse your words.â
Zoro took a deep breath, looking you right in the eyes, âWould you like to go on a date with me tomorrow? We can have a picnic at the flower fields. You wanted to go there, right?â
âItâs a date.â You smiled, before giving him a peck on the cheek, âGood night, Zoro. Iâll see you tomorrow.â
You entered your room, quickly shutting the door as your legs gave out under you. You sat stunned on the floor, hand on your chest to dampen the drumming of your heart, cheeks hurting from the wide grin you were sporting.
You knew you probably wouldnât sleep a wink tonight, too filled with excitement for what tomorrow would bring. Â
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What about Reid with a ballerina spouse (gn or fem) I donât really have any idea for it other than Spencer has kept the relationship a secret from the team but theyâve been kind of suspicious and find out some how? Maybe the kind of spy on him and see him going into one of her shows and at the end of the show they see him kissing her or something
âI gotta get going guys, see you all tomorrow!â
âWait wait, hold on now. Whatâs got you in such a hurry?â
Derek watched as Spencer quickly put away the files on his desk and threw his satchel over his shoulder, he seemed awfully eager to leave.
âOh uh⌠The libraryâs closing earlier than usual today and thereâs this one book I really want to read, so gotta go before it closes. Bye!â
Spencer strode off leaving the rest of the team very confused. They noticed that Spencerâs been leaving earlier than usual and he always had a different excuse.
âI have a dentist appointment.â
âI have to go and get more postage stamps before the post office closes.â
He had used nearly every excuse in the book and knowing his brain capacity, heâd probably never run out of them.
âPenelope, can you-â
âAlready on it my love and⌠itâs false, heâs definitely hiding something.â
âAnybody up for a stake out?â
Derek and Penelope turned their heads at Emily, both of their eyebrows knitted together at the suggestion thrown out.
âPrentiss, youâre serious?â
âCâmon, arenât you curious? Reidâs never one to shy away from talking about something.â
âThat is true.â
âOh, câmon Derek! Weâll be super discreet! We can even dress in all black and be like spies!â
Derek turned his head at Penelope and chuckled over the excitement he saw in Penelopeâs eyes.
âGarcia, we're the FBI.â
âI know, but Iâve always loved those spy sequences in movies.â
Both Emily and Derek laughed at Penelopeâs excitement over the idea of having a stakeout over one of their friends. It really wasnât like Spencer to not tell them about something, everyone on the team was like a family and they were usually some of the first people on the know about big news.
A couple of hours later after Penelope managed to track down Spencerâs location through his phone, the team were surprised when they ended up at a theater.
Looking around the area, they spotted a poster for the upcoming show that was set to start in 10 minutes, the show in question? A performance of Swan Lake.
âWhy would Spencer come to see a ballet performance?â
âI think I know why.â
Turning their heads, Emily and Derek look over to Penelope and see her motion to Spencer and an unfamiliar woman with him. The two of them seem to be talking and laughing, but not in just a friendly manner. Spencerâs hand held onto the womanâs lightly and his thumb brushed over her knuckles, a sign of something more than just friendship. The woman seemed to get called to get into her position, but before she turned to leave she pressed a quick kiss to Spencerâs lips and hurried off, leaving Spencer smiling like a fool.
âMy man.â
Spencer jumped in his shoes when he heard Derekâs voice. He turned around and saw the grinning faces of his coworkers walking over to him.
âWhatâre you guys doing here?â
âWe had some suspicions, so we bit the bullet and decided to check up on you.â
âAnd by âcheck upâ you mean follow me?â
The three of them looked at each other, slightly embarrassed at their decision, but were met with Spencer chuckling a moment later.
âYou guys are impossible.â
âSo who was that pretty lady?â
âY/N, we met at a coffee shop a few months ago and weâve been on a few dates. Itâs been going pretty well.â
âAnd sheâs a ballerina?â
âYeah, sheâs amazing! Iâve seen her rehearse and this is the second show of hers Iâm seeing.â
âIf sheâs really that good then we gotta see it.â
Penelope flew to buy the tickets, clearly very excited to see the new talent perform. As they all got to their seats and the lighting dimmed, everyone watched the performance with excitement, waiting for your turn.
When the performance ended, you were surprised to see a group of people following Spencer along. One of the ladies, who seemed very eager, walked up to you and gushed about the performance you put on.
âYou were so graceful! I haven't seen such light movement in, well, ever!â
The womanâs compliments, whoâs name turned out to be Penelope as you made out from the rest of the guests, went straight to your heart.
The other visitors, whose names were Emily and Derek, complimented you on your performance as well, but all your attention was on the man behind them who had an adoring smile on his face, one that was clearly directed at you.
âI wasnât aware Spencer invited you along.â
âHe didnât. We got curious because heâs been a bit suspicious lately and had to see what was causing it.â
âI mean I knew you all worked for the FBI but I didnât know you were that nosey.â
Everyone laughed at the comment which made you feel a bit more welcomed along with them.
âWhat can we say, some things you just canât help but be curious about.â
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Death Wish 11
Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, violence/abuse and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Character: mob!Bucky Barnes
Part of the mob drabbles au
Summary:Â youâre desperate for a way out of your life and you ask a powerful man for help (plus!reader)
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Iâm happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging â¤ď¸
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You feel like a child again. Crammed in the back seat between your sisters. The motion of the car makes you queasy but youâre not so certain it isnât something else stirring your guts. Youâre all silent, as if on your way to another funeral.Â
Any other woman might be ecstatic. You canât feel anything by acidic dread. The weigh on your finger keeps you from forgetting the inevitable.Â
Kitty reaches to still you as you twist the oversized band against your chafed finger. You dip your head embarrassed and she holds your hand gently in yours.Â
âWe will get through it.â Kitty says.Â
âWe have to,â you say.Â
Adrienne hums and jostles you from her side. You must all be thinking of the same thing. This is a day when your mother should be there. One where you miss her deep in your soul.Â
The car stops. Barnesâ man opens the door and you get out. You feel like an inmate on some sort of excursion. You have a guard close though you have nowhere to go. You canât see them but you have shackles around you.Â
The dress shop stands in stark contrast to the mood. You enter the ivory lobby and approach the tall counter where a woman stands. She greets you with a smile. Thereâs a group of women in the cushy chairs nestled between garishly-adorned mannequins.Â
You give your name, anxiously swaying. He told you to be here at this time. He ensured you would be by sending the car.Â
âAh, there she is,â a voice rises from the cluster of ladies in the sitting area. âWeâve been waiting.âÂ
A steely-haired woman rises before the associate behind the counter can confirm your appointment. She approaches with the flock at her back. You face her in surprise, your sisters closing the ranks at your sides.Â
âWinnifred Barnes,â the woman introduces herself, âyou are the one my son has chosen.â She grabs your hand and shakes it. Her grip is tight. âMy daughter, Rebecca,â she lets go of you and gestures to the pretty brunette at her left, âWanda,â she waves at a blond, âand dear Natasha.â A redhead nods with a stony expression.Â
âOh, hello, maâam,â you know who she is. Barnesâ own mother; your future in-law. âMy sisters--âÂ
âAdrienne and Kitty,â she addresses them each with a smile and a handshake. âYes, the three sisters.â She turns her attention back to you, âmy regrets your own mother could not be here but when my son told me, I insisted. It isnât fair of a woman to pick a dress without a maternal shoulder to lean on.âÂ
âRight,â you agree thinly. âI...appreciate it very much. Thank you for being here.âÂ
âDid he not tell you?â Rebecca intones from her motherâs shoulder, âtypical.âÂ
âItâs a happy surprise,â Kitty insists.Â
Winnifred smiles at her, âentirely correct. Weâve had a bit of a peek around, not going to lie.âÂ
âOh, my,â your eyes scan the walls full of ivory, cream, and pearl. âI have to admit, I donât really know what Iâm looking for.âÂ
âNever worry. Youâve got a dozen other eyes to help you,â Winnifred takes your hand, âthey have a room ready for us but we should have a look around first.â She tugs you along as the associate beckons her past the front counter. You let her lead the way. This is all easier if you just let it happen around you. âAnd your sisters, they will be bridesmaids?âÂ
âI... yes,â you answer in a hollow tone. You hadnât even thought of that. It only sinks in at that moment.Â
Youâre getting married. Youâre going to have a full-fledged wedding and youâre going to leave your sisters forever. Your daddy is gone and so is your old life.Â
âWhy donât you see what catches your eye?â Winnifred gestures to the wall of fluffy gowns. âWe all know the men donât care what we wear, theyâre less concerned with the day and more eager for the night.âÂ
She cackles and you turn to the hangers of fabric. Thatâs better than thinking about the implications of the choice. Pick a dress. Whatever one you choose wonât change what comes next.Â
âLadies, you know your mission,â Winnifred claps. She nears you and pulls on puffy piece, âwould you look at that? Like a princess.âÂ
You peek over. Itâs too much. The layers and layers, the sequins and lace. Why not one or the other? Itâs all too much. You never had to worry about silk or mesh, tulle or chiffon. You wore whatever you had.Â
âNo, you donât like it,â she clucks. âA mother always knows.âÂ
âSorry,â you murmur and push apart the dresses in front of you.Â
You shuffle through, one by one. Too much frill, too sheer, too heavy, too Victorian. You donât even think you should wear white. It feels like an occasion better suited to black.Â
âPull as many as you like. We have all day. You want options. You never really know what you like until itâs on,â Winnifred advises.Â
âHey,â Kitty calls to you and shows you a dress, âyou like this?âÂ
You look over at your sister as she presents a dress with short sleeves and lacy tiers on the skirt. Itâs nice but youâre not sure.Â
âI can try it,â you say and turn back.Â
You go down the full wall before you find something that gives you pause. Thereâs nothing special about it. It's plain. Straps, a skirt. No ruffles, no lace, no ribbons or beads. Just a dress. And this is just a wedding.Â
You take the hanger and hand it to the associate. She goes to add it to the selection. Thatâs your choice. Youâll see what the others found.Â
You wander but donât look at anything else. Winnifred has an armful as she nears, âwell, think weâve got a good lot. Letâs go see how it looks.âÂ
Sheâs happy. Itâs strange. To her, it is a joyful time. Her son is getting married and sheâs there to help her soon-to-be daughter-in-law pick a gown. You smile, or try to.Â
You are led into a room with velvet chairs and a matching chaise. The women settle in. Your sisters in the chairs, and Winnifred between the three other women on the cushioned bench. The associate takes you to the curtained changing room.Â
Thereâs at least a dozen hangers waiting for you.Â
âDo you have a preference of which one to try first?â She asks.Â
âThis one last,â you point to the one you picked.Â
âOkay,â she agrees easily. âBetter get started.âÂ
âSure,â you say, âitâs going to be a long day.âÂ
She helps into the first one. A ballgown with flowery lace all over and off-the-shoulder straps. This isnât for you but youâll let them see it. You lift the skirts above your feet and go out.Â
Thereâs a few gasps as you get in front of the mirror and face your reflection. You hide your displeasure. Itâs just not you.Â
âGorgeous,â Wanda and Rebecca praise.Â
âI like the skirt,â Adrienne offers.Â
âNo, itâs not right,â Kitty hums.Â
âIt isnât,â Winnifred agrees.Â
You nod and turn to the associate, ânext, please.âÂ
You step away from the mirror and hurry back to the shelter of the curtain. This is torture. If Barnes is so set on owning you, canât you just sign the papers and be done with it?Â
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Shopping Trip
Pairing: Lando Norris x Hispanic/Latina! Reader
Summary: Lando and Y/N go to the mall and Lando is bored
Warning: Spelling and grammatical errors
A/N: based the scene from the Barbie Movie, you know the one.
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Lando was in Monaco, came home after the triple header and like most drivers, he missed his girlfriend. Lando was asleep in his bed when he heard Y/N getting dressed.
âWhat are you doing up, sweet thing? I thought we could stay in bed.â Lando said.
âMm, I would love to, mi fresita, but I canât. I have a nail appointment at the galleria.â Y/N said.
âYou mean the metropole shopping center?â Lando asked.
âItâs a big indoor mall, Iâm calling it a galleria. Iâll probably have a look around too.â Y/N said.
âCan I come with you?â Lando asked.
âYou wanna come with me to get my nails done?â Y/N asked.
âYeah, I could pick out your nail color, Iâm paying. Let me shower real quick and we can go.â Lando said.
âOkay, amor.â Y/N said. Y/N had a quick snack and looked for Pinterest photos of nail designs while she waited for Lando to shower and get dressed. Once dressed, Lando got out of the room and sat next to Y/N. âGreat, pick which design you like.â Lando took Y/Nâs phone and searched through her Pinterest board until he landed on a design he liked.
âThis one is very you. Plus, itâs cute and girly, and the color suits you, you ready to go?â Lando asked. Y/N nodded and both of them left the apartment to go to his car.
Though the rules are âdriver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cakeholeâ, Lando let Y/N pick the music. Once they arrived at the mall, Lando opened Y/Nâs door to let her out and they walked into the mall, some people were asking for photos on their way to the nail salon. Y/N walked in first.
âHello, Iâm Y/N, I have an appointment.â Y/N said.
âAh yes, we were expecting you, we have your chair ready right here.â The employee lead Y/N to the ânail stationâ while Lando sat in the waiting area. As soon as Y/N was settled, they began their work, using the nail drill to buff her nails. The acrylic isnât even on Y/Nâs nail when Lando decided to stand next to her.
âDarling, Iâm bored.â Lando said with a pout, Y/N turned her head.
âCariĂąo, you wanted to come with me. Just entertain yourself, find something to do.â Y/N said, turning her head back to make conversation with the nail tech. Lando looked around the nail salon.
âWhat am I supposed to do?â Lando asked.
âLando! Go for a walk or something.â Y/N said
âBy myself?â Lando asked.
âYes!â Y/N exclaimed.
âWhere?â Lando asked.
âAnywhere!â Y/N exclaimed.
âCan i go that way?â Lando asked, pointing to a store across the nail salon.
âYes.â Y/N said. Lando started walking but he didnât leave the salon yet. âDonât go too far.â Y/N said.
âOkay!â Lando exclaimed. He walked back to where Y/N was sitting. âIâll text you what store Iâm at, hereâs a couple hundred bucks, I love you.â Lando said, kissing her temple, adding the couple hundred bucks in her bag.
âI love you too, stay on the first floor please.â Y/N said.
âI will.â Lando said before leaving.
An hour or so later, Y/Nâs nails are finished, she paid the nail tech, and checked her phone to see what store Lando is at but she found him sitting by the water fountain, eating chicken wings.
âYou got food?â Y/N asked.
âI was hungry and I came here to spend time with you, which means we will check the stores together. Let me see your nails.â Lando said and Y/N showed him her nails.
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âBeautiful, they did a great job. Maybe when itâs time for me to propose, Iâll send you here to get your nails done.â Lando said, getting up from the fountain edge to walk with Y/N,
âWow, you think about proposing to me?â Y/N asked.
âOf course I do, youâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to me, I plan on spending the rest of my life with you.â Lando said,
âYou are the sweetest. Think we can go to Sephora?â Y/N asked.
âYou spend too much money at Sephora.â Lando said,
âItâs not my fault Ulta isnât available in Europe. Which is stupid, by the way, Sephora is so expensive for no reason, they donât have my favorite shampoo and conditioner.â Y/N said.
âAll right, letâs go to Sephora.â Lando said.
âYay!â Y/N said.
The End
Hope yâall liked it, short but cute, do you think Lando would be like this?
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A Helping Hand
Caleb/F!Reader
rating: explicit
word count: 4.1k (my bad)
warnings: spoilers for Homecoming Wings story and Calebâs Painful Signal memory, grief, sexual content
part two to Handsy
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You hadnât paid attention to any of the specifics that were provided to you, you simply didnât care about any of the details besides the fact that your friend was dead. He was supposed to show up on his first day back at Skyhaven from his trip to Linkon for a follow up appointment, you needed to make sure his concussion had actually healed so he could be cleared to fly, only to be told by one of the Captains that you werenât going to see him again.Â
Youâd wanted it to be a joke, his horrible attempt at gauging how much you missed him while he was gone, but you know better than to challenge a superior over it.
That explained why he hadnât texted back, aside from your other explanation being that he was spending time with his family and not checking his phone. But for him to be dead? It didnât feel real.Â
Not him. Not Caleb.Â
He was always confident in his strength and ability to perform (in every scenario), for him to have been killed was justâŚwrong.Â
But a week goes by without someone saying âsikeâ, nobody jumps out to tease you for being gullible, and youâre dressed for the funeral held in Linkon City for the fallen pilot. You stand in your only appropriate funeral attire - one of hundreds on base who showed up but the only one who received eye contact from two of his close friends.Â
After the funeral one of those two friends approaches you, letting you know that there were a couple things with your name on them in Calebâs room of the apartment they shared, and that you were welcome at any time to come collect them. Stuff heâd want you to have, theyâd said, and that wasnât something that was easy to comprehend.Â
The idea of Caleb having things for you in his apartment felt off, given your lack of a real relationship between you. Sure you were friends who had sex and he teased you relentlessly, but there hadnât been anything more concrete established for him to have things for you in the apartment youâd never seen. There were feelings on your side of the relationship, sexual attraction blooming into so much more with every moment you spent with the pilot fertilizing that seed, but you kept that to yourself out of risk of him laughing you out the door. Without knowing his intentions, you wanted to keep your feelings safe from potential garden shears ready to cut the stem from the root, only now that flower would be left to wilt without his care and attention to keep it alive.Â
You leave the gift bag sitting on your coffee table for longer than youâd like to admit. Two weeks of staring at it after long shifts in the med bay, your eyes constantly sore and puffy from how much you rubbed at them to keep the tears from staining your cheeks. It felt wrong to open a gift when the person who gave it to you wasnât there to see your reaction to it. But you know you need to do it, because he wouldâve wanted you to be strong for him.Â
Inside the bag is a bear, one of the souvenir bears dressed like a pilot that was sold in the gift shop of the aviation museum. You told him once that there wasnât a replacement for him unless those silly bears were an option, and heâd told you that it could count even if he was cuter.Â
The card is opened next, your eyes taking in the only thing of him that you had left in his handwriting. The script was neat compared to other pilots, legible and carefully printed to ensure you could read it instead of the squiggles and shapes others had put in front of you to attempt at reading.Â
Happy birthday, doc!
Cheers to another year of keeping each other healthy. Little Caleb is your new friend for when Iâm gone - heâll keep you company until I get back to bug you some more.Â
Confession time:
I can say a lot to your face, but not this for some reason. Maybe we can get dinner for real as a date and itâll be my turn to be flustered as I talk about feelings while you tease me?
Have a wonderful birthday, and let me know if anyone gives you crap so I can straighten them out.Â
-your favorite pilot, CalebÂ
âYeah,â you whisper, reading over his handwriting once more in hopes that it relaxes the vice around your heart. âWe shouldâve talked feelings before you left, idiot.â
But that opportunity had long passed; and now youâre curled up on your couch with the bear in your arms, crying over your deceased lover.Â
If he was alive, youâd kill him again for making you so upset - but heâd kick himself for it enough which would unfortunately deter you from wanting to hurt him. He was great at looking like a kicked puppy, you didnât want to deal with that.Â
The next day you resign from your position at the DAA. You felt sick to your stomach every time you saw a pilot walk by after Calebâs funeral, and after the bear you just couldnât take it anymore. A month later youâve moved into a new apartment across Skyhaven in a month after accepting a position at Willow Medical Center. It doesnât fix everything, but it certainly helped to live somewhere that you didnât have a memory of Caleb - no meals cooked in that kitchen or singing in the shower to haunt your memory. In the hospital you donât see him in every patient you come across, you donât have to do any double takes when you see a uniform pass on a man with dark hair. You donât sit and wait for him to slide into whatever room youâre in to ask you to hang out or get him out of some cleaning duty heâs been tasked with because he was a smartass.Â
It was easier to breathe when you werenât being suffocated by the memories of him and what couldâve been between you.Â
But if you were to say you were handling your grief well, youâd be lying if you said you had it under control. You pay bills for a house you rarely live in, only there to sleep in a bed rather than half awake in your office at the hospital. It was more likely to see you reading a research paper in the hospital cafeteria than out getting lunch with colleagues, and you hadnât had a home cooked meal since you left the DAA. Youâd never bothered with truly going grocery shopping since moving in, so there was nothing to cook and you could keep your body alive by ordering takeout.Â
It wasnât healthy, but it kept you alive - or, at least, whatever this version of âaliveâ could be called. You werenât even present in your own life anymore, holding an absence in your own life to keep yourself from truly processing those feelings.Â
This was supposed to be any other Tuesday. Youâd been in the hospital since Monday morning, moving about with maybe one or two naps in your office to keep you moving between appointments and the random request for a second opinion on a diagnosis. There had been a bustling on the floor when you were leaving your last patient for the day, which had you mentally planning to delay your return home about an hour or so to ensure you could avoid whatever commotion had arisen.Â
But then the door to your office opens as youâre packing up your bag, and you bite your lip in irritation when the door is softly shut behind whoever had come to see you.Â
âCan I help you?â
âI missed my follow up appointment.â
That voice⌠it was impossible. Caleb was- heâd been killed by an explosion. This visitor was just a victim of a similar voice, that was all. That, or youâd been at the hospital for far too long.Â
âIâm sorry, but I haven't had any follow-ups scheduled that have been missed, soâŚâ You trail off as you turn around, realizing immediately that you were standing face-to-face with the new Colonel of the Farspace Fleet that everyone was talking about. Tall and imposing in the long black coat over the uniform, but heâs not looking at you so you canât see his face clearly. But why was he here? They had their own doctors in the Fleet.Â
âIâm a couple months late, doc.â He states, keeping his service cap tucked in his arm as he turns to face you properly.Â
Those eyes, that stupid little smile - there wasnât a doubt in your mind that this was the mad youâd been grieving for months.Â
The crack! that rings through the room freezes everything that mightâve been happening around you. Caleb holds his jaw with a gloved hand, staring at you open mouthed in shock as you stare back at him. Youâd slapped him hard enough that you felt a crack in your own hand in addition to the sting from the impact, and yet you were the one who was now crying over it.Â
âOkay, ow!â He finally speaks, and you stand your ground with hands on your hips despite the tears that trail down your cheeks. Any eye makeup you mightâve worn is now ruined if your long hours at the hospital already hadnât, but you canât care about that when youâre standing in front of a ghost. âIâm sorry, doc.â
âYouâd want to be more than that.â
He doesnât stop you when you hit him again, your left fist colliding with his chest and followed by your right. Itâs like he didnât feel the blows at all, his hand coming to rest on your hip as you continue to pound on his chest and gradually pulling you in closer until youâre sobbing into his uniform. A gentle hand rubs your back as the other cradles the back of your head, keeping you close as you cry.Â
âIâm back, doc, Iâm okay.â
âY-youâre such a dick.â Your voice wobbles more than youâd wanted it to, as if your tears didnât already alert him to how deeply upset youâd been. âWhyâd you come here?â
âYou werenât at home.â Itâs like heâd never died, as if never left you, his tone light and easy as he steps back to look at you. He always could find you anywhere, it was an annoying talent of his. âCan I take you home? Your colleagues say youâve been here for over a day, you need to rest-â
âTo be able to take care of others,â you finish for him, stepping away from his gentle hold and turning towards your desk. âYeah, I know.â
You didnât have any appointments, the ward and emergency room were staffed, so there was no reason for you to stay. But did you want to go anywhere with a man you believed to be dead? Could you?
You supposed that you didnât really have a choice; he already knew where you lived and worked, so he could show up whenever he wanted. This was a Colonel of the Farspace Fleet, noncompliance could land you in their military jail for whatever reason he deemed fit. It didnât feel like something Caleb would do, but you werenât sure that this was even the man youâd had such strong feelings for - how could this possibly be your friend?
When you wake up the following morning, you believe that youâd dreamt it all. Youâd gone home, probably had a drink, then fell into bed to sleep off the long days at the hospital. It was a believable story, considering your history, and youâd almost convinced yourself of that truth - until you looked at your hand.Â
Bandaged neatly, the dull throb telling you that you had actually injured yourself slapping Ca-
It couldnât have been Caleb. Just some Farspace Fleet suit that riled you up, it couldnât have been him. He was still very much dead in a box in a cemetery in Linkon City.Â
Maybe this was the universe telling you that you needed to take some flowers to his grave - telling you to come to terms and get the fuck over it. He wouldnât have wanted you to be miserable like this - that much you knew. If you didnât get arrested for assaulting a Farspace official then maybe youâd take some days off to go to Linkon, or maybe go to the DAA and see the little shrine Patrick and Gideon had set up in his old locker.
âCaleb,â you whisper, your head dropping into your hands as the too-familiar burn of tears in your eyes builds up. âYou bastard.â
âRude.â
The new voice in your bedroom has you screaming, throwing the first thing you could get your hands on at the figure in the doorway. He catches the bear easily, looking at it with a smile before looking back to where you sit on the bed. Heâd never seen you so upset, and for it to be over him was a twist of the knife that had planted itself in his heart every time he went to check on you.Â
âHey, youâre okay, doc. Itâs me.â
âThat's the problem.â Your counter makes him scoff, and you scoot away from him as he steps closer to your bed. âYou shouldnât be here.â
âI know.â His sigh is heavy, and he sits on the edge of the bed with Little Caleb in his hands. âYouâre not hallucinating, and you can hit me some more if you want.â
Fuck, did you want to. But if you hurt him youâd then have to patch him up and that wasnât something you were particularly interested in. Not when your hands couldnât stop shaking and your vision was blurred courtesy of the tears you'd been trying to blink away. You didnât sign off on sloppy work, nor would you perform sloppy work - not even on him.Â
You watch as he scoots closer to you, slow and with his hands in your sight as if trying to calm a scared animal. Heâd always been so dramatic, and you hate that his antics have your cheek twitching as he dances Little Caleb towards you as he moves. He was now a Colonel of the Farspace Fleet, and he was using a teddy bear to try and calm you down.Â
âYou shouldnât cry over me anymore,â he says when youâre finally within reach, his hand coming to rest on your thigh. Itâs warm, skin softer than you remember it being, and you canât help but put your bandaged hand over his. âIâm back, and Iâm okay.â
Was he? The Caleb you knew would rather die than have to wear a suit and tie - uniform or not. Heâd shed the tie and coats, sitting beside you in a button down and slacks with the top two buttons of his shirt undone, more like the man you had come to love but still foreign to you
âSo you just stalked me for two months?â
âOnly two weeks. Wanted to make sure you were okay.â
âYour diagnosis?â
âYouâre not okay,â he whispers, his arms hesitant to pull you into him but still succeeding in their task. âI canât apologize enough for whatâs happened, but I can take care of you moving forward. Whatever you want or need, Iâll make sure you have it and thatâs a promise.âÂ
âI donât want you to leave me again.â Your murmured request has him moving you so you straddle him, forcing the eye contact he needed to try and get through to you.
âIâm not.â
The kiss happens before youâve registered that heâd moved, but your fingers move to undo more of his buttons so you could get so your hands could feel his skin and trust that he was real. Your bandaged hand rests over his heart, and youâre not sure if it was his heartbeat or the throbbing in your hand that youâre feeling but you were choosing to believe that it was his.Â
âNo zero gravity acrobatics,â you request when you feel yourself get lighter, earning a laugh from him against your lips as he moves below you.Â
âTrying to get these pants off.â
That was a good idea, and you swing your legs back as youâd learned how to do so you can get your own pants off while he did. There were some things you supposed youâd never forget how to do, you just hadnât expected moving in the evol created gravity fluctuations to be one of those things but it clearly came in handy.Â
âSo talented,â he praises, bringing your legs back around him as the gravity returns and his hands pull your shirt over your head. âMissed you so much, baby. Your teasinâ and your smile, this pretty body, and the way you tell me âm stupid.â
âCaleb.â Itâs all you can say, eyes closing when you feel his fingers slide through your folds. You couldnât help that his gravity manipulation turned you on, or the way your body would always react to his touch.Â
âAlready so wet, thatâs my girl.â
His. Youâd been his since the second time youâd slept with him, nobody could ever come close to what Caleb made you feel. Both literally and figuratively weightless, with an infectious warmth that radiated from his heart and easily made your own that much warmer. His hands are still so familiar with your body, touching you with an uncertain gentleness but still knowing exactly how you needed to be touched to pull that first orgasm from you.
âCome home with me, doc.â He whispers into your mouth, hands holding you hips tight as you hover over his length. His tip just barely poking into your prepped hole drives you crazy, but you know he wonât let you move until you answer him. Those dual-toned eyes have that pleading look to them, like a puppy begging for a treat but the looming darkness in them makes you wonder if this puppy would bite.Â
âWe can talk about it later,â you suggest, your arm moving to wrap around his neck as you get the clearance to lower yourself onto him.Â
Itâd been too long since youâd had any kind of penetration, the fire of your desire snuffed out by your grief, and Caleb had always been difficult for you to take. It had been long enough that this felt like a new experience again, your eyes staying open as his forehead presses to yours while he talks you through the slow descent with soft praise until youâre fully seated. You missed the feeling of his length, the position that made you feel like he was deepen enough that he was pushed against your cervix - and in this moment you think he actually might be.Â
âAlways take me so well,â he praises, his hands guiding you to move. âYou could have me every day if you wanted. All the time, take you with me on tours just so you can be close.â
The drag of his length against your still adjusting walls prompts an ache that was familiar and comforting despite the pain it brought, and you find yourself clinging to him in hopes that it would keep him there with you forever. You couldnât bear to let him leave you again, youâd keep him inside you like this if it meant he wouldnât leave you alone, leave you to feel that emptiness heâd left when heâd âdiedâ. The offer to go with him actually sounded enticing, being taken care of rather than taking care of others - taking care of yourself again.Â
âNo more crying, baby.â Itâs a soft spoken order, but an order nonetheless, his hands coming to cup your cheeks so he could wipe the offending tears away. You still have the assistance of his evol to ride him, the fluctuations in gravity keeping you moving despite both of you being otherwise occupied with each other.Â
âI donât want you to leave again.â If you hadnât been so close, he likely wouldnât have heard your whisper. Being exposed like this, even in front of Caleb, wasnât something you were good at. You were already calm and collected, the black cat to his golden retriever in terms of energy which carried into your work. You couldnât hold it together after heâd died, but you put up a good front in the hospital for your patients and colleagues. Even the most artisan of masks had their cracks and you were seeing yours crumble to dust in his hands, likely never to be repaired.Â
âIâm not leaving you, baby,â he murmurs, placing the gentles of kisses to your lips as he holds your head in place. âNever again. I canât be without you again. But let me make you feel good, alright? Let me take care of you.â
And he does, pulling multiple orgasms from you before he finally releases into your spent body. Youâre held tightly in his arms, chest to heaving chest as you both fight to catch your breath.Â
His stamina was insane now, making you wonder just what theyâd done to him in his recovery as your brain finally caught up to the activities of the last hour. How had he been alerted, was it the Fleetâs doing or someone elseâs? Did it hurt? Was he-
âThinking way too hard after all of that.â
âIs it okay if Iâm thinking about you?â
âOnly if itâs about my offer to come home with me. But Iâll also accept compliments about how handsome and good in bed I am.â
In all your grieving youâd forgotten how fucking cocky he was, an annoyed huff leaving you as you try to pull away. The reaction in his right hand is delayed compared to the left, which was odd considering he was right handed. His reaction time shouldâve been better, and it was suspicious how perfect his skin was despite him being in an explosion. There were some imperfections created by your grip on him, but nothing related to the explosion. Youâd expected maybe some grafts, scarring from burns at the very least - but he was perfect.Â
âLetâs go shower, honey. Maybe thatâll help you relax some more.âÂ
It doesnât, but you do your best to put up a front as your hands carefully examine his body. He spends the shower reassuring you that he was real and standing in front of you, trying to wash your body down as you used washing his as an excuse to really look at him. Medical at the Fleet must really be something, and youâre tempted to take him up on his offer just so you could investigate closer. Something truly wasnât right here, and for his sake you needed to know what it was.Â
His hands are careful as they dry you off, paying special attention to your hair and leaning in to kiss you as you look up at him. His lips are dry, and you remind him to stay hydrated which earns a nervous laugh at him being caught.
âYou really notice everything, doc.â Itâs unfortunate that heâs right, because you wanted to just enjoy that he was here but couldnât.Â
Youâre barely dressed when he gets a call, and you excuse yourself to get your own glass of water so he could have that privacy. Itâs when you start to head back to the bedroom that you frown at seeing him fully dressed and heading your way while draping his tie around his neck.Â
âI gotta handle some business. But Iâll be back tonight.â His fingers nimbly tie the black fabric around his neck, and it feels like heâs slipping away from you as he transforms into The Colonel.Â
He leans in to kiss you, indulging himself in your taste with a satisfied hum that reverberates through your mouth and causing your heart to flutter.
âPromise?â
âYeah, doc, I promise.â The promise is sealed with another kiss, only heâs pulling you along with him to the door to maintain that physical contact to anchor him to the moment despite the tides working to pull him away. âI ordered some groceries for you that should be here soon, make sure you eat.â
âYes, Colonel.â The use of his title pulls a wink from him, a request for you to call him that in bed at least once met with your door closing in his face. You could hear him laugh on the other side, the sound more comforting than you think heâd ever realize. He was back, alive, and with you once again. You couldnât look past the mystery that was lingering under his surface and return, but you were going to enjoy your time with him nonetheless.
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I feel like people often donât talk about the experiences of disabled people who have caretakers because so much of the conversation is about usânot including us.
I receive in home care for 30 hours a week (+ 4 hours/week for respite). This is paid for by Medicaid (state insurance). Outside of paid hours, my primary caretakers care for me unpaid and assist me most of the time. Iâm very rarely left alone due to my high support needs. Often, when I am left alone, I am completely bedridden or at minimum housebound. I have frequent emergency life threatening health problems, falls, and serious injuries even with support in place, and these things significantly increase when Iâm on my own.
Iâm extremely lucky that my paid caretakers are my partner, my sister (the only family member I have regular contact with, Iâm estranged from the rest of my immediate family and most of my extended family) and my best friend.
I used to have agency staffing which was horrible for me and borderline traumatic. At several points, before doing the self directed care option (which allows me to choose my own staff, hire and train them myself and dictate hours for them), I opted to not have any staffing. I was regularly in the emergency room. I canât drive, so I was having to walk and if I was lucky enough to be able to take the bus on occasion or get a ride from a Facebook acquaintance, they were few and far in between. I donât have family support, and even my sister who is supportive wasnât living in the state at the time and doesnât have a car most of the time.
And before I could even choose which staffing option, even though medically it had been deemed essential for me to have in home care, even though my insurance covered it, I had to wait several years (I was 18 when I was approved) until I was 21 to qualify to start. The reason why: I was legally an âadult disabled childâ because of my high support needs (which is funny because I STILL donât have SSI at age 24) and thus legally unable to consent to my own care plan. I needed a blood relative to consent, and that same blood relative (who had to have proof of such!) couldnât care for me. At the time, my sister was the only person who couldâve been my caregiver and also she is the only verifiable blood relative I have contact with for safety reasons, and my only relative on this side of the USA.
The first business day after my 21st birthday I immediately got things set up to get in home care.
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This is out of date, I get assistance with more than just these highlighted ADL (activities of daily living) tasks now.
In short: my day-to-day life is entirely dependent on others.
And thereâs power imbalances that exist between me and my caregivers, even with my current caregivers being amazing and anti-ableist. They will always exist. We talk about the power dynamics of me being dependent on them for my survival, and how heavy that weight can be for each of us.
Having caregivers often means that accessibility is extra difficultâ Iâve been told straight up multiple times that I canât have assistance from my caregivers to help me change in a changing room when weâre out shopping. That they canât go into the bathroom with me, that they canât help me get un/dressed during appointments, that they canât come into spaces with me.
Iâve been denied access to psychiatric care because I canât do my daily living tasks (ADLs- the highlighted items) independently. And when Iâm in a hospital or emergency room, I canât have my in home workers be paid to care for me, thereâs an expectation that the nursing staff at the hospital will do it. Even though my caregivers were specifically trained to learn my body and needs for weeks and have been working with me for years. I have severe cPTSD and showering in front of a stranger is something I cannot do. I would rather fall or faint or get injured or just not shower than deal with that. But Iâm expected to just let anyone have access to my body just because Iâm physically disabled and need support.
When I faint/fall/get injured/have life threatening health issues arise while Iâm not clothed, or when Iâm otherwise vulnerable, Iâm supposed to let strangers just touch me however they want to. I have to show them my chest (for my cardiac care) and let them poke and examine me. I canât object without losing access to vital care.
I have agency. I have rights. I have autonomy. I deserve to be able to exercise these things.
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Tall blonde and evil! | Katsuki Bakugo x f!reader
chapter 6; eh your not bad.
Just like he said the chauffeur arrived on time, with everything honestly it felt kinda nice to be spoiled by a man since your lack of male attention was little to none you basked in the moment even if it was from your shitty boss. I mean like you said before, rude,ignorant and yells a lot but treats the people who work for him with respect. Even if you two bicker constantly it became the norm it was comfortable and neither of you took it to heart thinking about it made a stupid smirk grow on your face âwhy am i smiling over this blonde bastardâ you say in your head slapping your face to wake you up from this delusion, luckily you arrived to the mall finally bakugou's chauffeur said to call him when you were ready to be picked you, you politely thanked him and headed out into the mall. âmmh a red or black dressâŚâ you say in your head looking over the vast amount of stores seeing what would catch your eye you passed by prada before you could find a store for a dress and decided to get the professional work outfit done and out of the way you walked in a bit nervous about the whole situation âhi how can i help?â a nice lady in her mid 40âs who still looked youthful as ever and looked like she carried herself very well approached you with a smile âhi yes my name is yn im here for an appointmentâ you say smiling back âah yes your with me come come darlingâ she says guiding you to the back of the store and leading you into a room with many options of office like clothes that were all in the dark gray, black color pallets. Your eyes scanned the entire room to admire how beautifully decorated and secluded it was âhere miss yn iâve had a few already picked out for you, if you donât like any of these or need an opinion im right here to assist youâ she says âiâll bring you some tea for right now while you get started on trying on outfitsâ she continues âthank you so much, i really appreciate itâ you say smiling âmy pleasureâ she says with a small nod making her way out the room. The first two outfits didnât look quite right on your figure, bakugouâs shopping assistant walks back in as you finish putting on the third outfit âwow that one looks stunning on youâ she says in awe âyou really think so? i think itâs really cute tooâ you say looking at yourself in the mirror âyes i do. We have it in white if youâd like to try it on?â she proposes âuhm do you think heâd mind if i wore white to the interview?â you ask nervously ânot at all i think it would look even better, here let me go get it for youâ she says âoh- okay thank you againâ you say you werenât entirely sure if bakugou would get upset at you for wearing something that wasnât specifically laid out but it was just a color change and clearly he trusted her enough so why not take her advice, and oh boy was she right it looked absolutely beautiful on you âi think this is the oneâ you say feeling confident âi think so too. Itâs perfect and professional, you can change and iâll get that all set for youâ she says âthank you so much for your help today i see why bakugou trusts you so much your choices are amazingâ you say happy âthank you iâm glad heâs an amazing customer one of my top clients actuallyâ she says âthatâs something new i learned about him today i guessâ you say âheâs a man of mystery at first but becomes really easy to read after a whileâ she says with a giggle âcome darling letâs go to the front nowâ she says you collect your things and you both head to the front, you pay and thank her for everything and she bids you farewell.
âOkay dress and heels now letâs do this.â you say trying to hype yourself up but the hard truth was you only found a nice pair of manolo blanhink hangisi kitten-heel satin slingback pumps that were perfect but no dress at all. âwhy the fuck is it so hard to find a dressâ you groan after hours of being at the mall then it suddenly hits you, that one crimson red dress that your mother left for you and told you to bring when you moved out to the city because âyou never know when you need a nice formal dressâ she said i guess sheâs right all along you decided that you were done and over with today and called bakugouâs chauffeur to come pick you up to head home for a much needed nap.
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hopefully this long chapter makes up for all the short ones bye guys
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Girl!Dad Gale on his day off and his wife finds him and their kid playing tea party with Gale as the newest princess of the land
hello, dear! đ you have no idea how happy this request made me and how much fun I had writing this đ I literally didn't want to stop writing, that's how much I got into this little domestic scenario with Buck đ
[ PART TWO ]
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You had a busy day and you hated it because it happened to be a day off for Buck. He rarely had weekdays completely off and you wished you could just enjoy some time together as a family but you had to pick up some shopping orders from town and you had a doctorâs appointment, too.
âAre you sure you can do that?â You asked Buck as you were putting a coat on in a hurry, checking the clock on the wall with the corner of your eye. Your bus would leave in less than ten minutes.
âItâs not the first time for meâ Buck chuckled and adjusted little Peggy on his hip. Well, she wasnât that little. She would be four soon. The time flied way too fast.
âOkay, okay, see you later then. Iâll warm up dinner when I'm back but you can make sandwiches in the meantime,â you leaned in to kiss him on the cheek and kiss your baby girlsâ forehead before leaving in a hurry.
Buck approached the window and watched you cross the street to disappear behind the corner.
âAre you going to wave mummy goodbye?â He asked the little girl in his arms and she giggled before waving her hand. âGood girl,â he kissed her cheek. âWhat do you want to do now?â He asked.
âI want to play with dolls,â her eyes sparkled at the idea. âLike I do with mummy.â
âAlright,â Buck nodded. He was rarely playing with dolls. In fact, almost never.
So when he took Peggy upstairs to her room, he started to look around awkwardly, not knowing where the dolls were. But Peggy was already unpacking one of the boxes and putting the dolls and their clothes on the carpet. Buck sat down and watched his little girl in awe. She was so sweet and so pretty and so smart for her age. Of course all children were like that in their parentsâ eyes.
âAnd what now?â He asked when all the dolls and clothes were already on the carpet.
âYou choose the doll you want to play with,â she sighed, a little irritated that she has to explain such basic things.
âI want this one,â he picked up the one with golden hair. âCan I?â
âYou chose this one because sheâs got hair like yours,â his little girl giggled and he realised that she was right. He didnât even think of that.
âAnd which one are you choosing?â He asked her.
âThis one,â she pointed at the doll looking the most like her mum. Buck smiled to himself and nodded his head. Then he took a better look at his doll. It didnât have any clothes on. âDo we choose clothes now?â He asked.
âYes! Itâs the best part, daddy!â Peggy clapped her hands and Buck reached his hand out to grab one of the dresses. She pouted. âNo! Not this one, daddy! I want this one!â
âBut I chose it first,â he teased.
âItâs my favourite dress!â She gave him puppy eyes and he gave the dress to her.Â
âWhat do we say?â
âThank you,â she giggled and began to dress her doll.
Buck chose a different dress and wanted to put it on his doll as well but he was doing it clumsily. He didnât expect it to be actually quite difficult.
âYouâre so clumsy, daddy,â Peggy laughed and took the doll from him to finish dressing her up.
âNot with everything,â Buck protested.
âReally?â She looked up at him as if she couldnât believe that.
âWell, remember how I fixed the stove the other day?â He tried to remind her.
âAh, that,â she shrugged her arms and he tried very hard not to laugh at her reaction.
However, he still wanted to impress his little girl.
âAnd before you were born, daddy was a pilot,â he told her.
âA pilot? Whatâs that?â She asked, not really interested.
âI was flying planes,â he explained and she looked at him again.
Peggy tilted her head and her eyes widened.
âLike the one we were on last summer?â She asked.
âNot exactly,â Buck caressed her hair and tried to find the right words. âMine were smaller.â
âWhy?â
âThere are different kinds of planes. Some planes are to take people from one place to another and other planesâŚâ His voice broke. âNevermind,â he finished, angry at himself for even starting the subject.
âOkay,â thankfully Peggy only shrugged her arms. âBut you are clumsy, daddy. Otherwise you wouldnât have so many scars. Even on your face,â she chuckled.
Buck smiled sadly at her. He couldnât tell her now, she was too young to understand. And too young to realise she hurt him with her words. But he wasnât angry at her. He would never be angry at his little girl. If she had known, she would never say that.
âYes, I suppose I am clumsy sometimes,â he decided to agree. âWhat do we do with these dolls?â He changed the subject quickly and grabbed his doll.
âWith mummy, we sometimes make tea parties for the dolls and us,â Peggy said.
âWe can do that,â Buck nodded his head.
âYou have to help me, daddy. The box with tea cups and plates is up there,â she pointed at the box on the top shelf. âMummy doesnât want me to play with them without her around because it was expensive.â
âAh, yes,â Buck chuckled as he stood up. He remembered that purchase well. He reached out for the box and Peggy gasped. âWhat is it?â
âNothing, daddy. I was scared youâd drop it,â she giggled and he sighed. She would now call him clumsy all the time for the next few weeks.
He placed the box down carefully and they began to take out all the cups and plates.
âShould I make real tea?â He asked Peggy.
âDonât be silly, daddy. Itâs just play pretend!â His daughter scolded him. âAnyway, we need a Princess. The tea parties are for the Princess.â
âSo, for you?â Buck smiled at her.
âNo, usually itâs mummy,â she explained.
âBut today it can be you,â he proposed.
âBut I donât want to be a Princess. I want to be a fairy,â she pouted. âYou have to be the Princess, daddy,â she insisted.
Buck blushed. He knew that they were home alone and no one would see him like this but it still felt odd to become a Princess. Even for a play pretend with his daughter. He wanted to make her happy, though. So he shyly nodded his head to agree.
She clapped her hands, excited and she got up to give him a loving hug. Then she handed him a crown made of paper that had also been in the box with the cups and plates.
âMummy made it,â Peggy said. âBe careful, donât break it,â she added and placed it on Buckâs head.
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You entered the house and took your coat off quietly. You didnât want to make any noise because it was around that time when Peggy should be napping and you assumed Buck was either reading something for work at that time or napping with her. You fixed your ruffled hair in the mirror and quietly went upstairs to check on your daughter first.
But walking the stairs, you already heard her soft giggles and Buckâs voice. You sighed. He had to forget about her nap time.
You opened the door to Peggyâs room and widened your eyes at the sight you had never expected to witness. Your husband â Major Cleven, the war hero â was sitting on the carpet surrounded by dolls with a tiny cup in his hand and a paper crown on his head.
When Peggy was born, you were afraid that he would actually prefer a son. He could talk to him about the planes and all the other things that men found interesting. You were afraid that Buck wouldnât get into the girly things as much. And he was often awkward about them. When you were picking birthday presents for Peggy or taking her to the events for little girls, he was always visibly out of place. He wasnât a bad dad â far from that! He would die for his little girl as he was absolutely mesmerised by her. She had him wrapped around her little finger in a way that sometimes was even making you feel slightly jealous. But you would never expect him to actually have a tea party as a Princess.
âWhat⌠What is happening here?â You burst out with laughter and Buck blushed. âOh, what a lovely sight,â you added and you sat down on the carpet, too. âWhoâs the fairest Princess of the land?â You teased.
âDaddy is!â Peggy answered and ran up to you to give you a hug. You kissed the top of her head. âGuess what Princess daddy is?â
âPrincess Handsome?â You joked and she winced at that. âPrincess Brave?â You tried again and she shook her head. âWhat then?â
âPrincess Clumsy!â Peggy giggled and you furrowed your brows.
âBut daddy is not clumsy,â you protested. âIâd say he is the opposite.â
Buck took his paper crown off and tried to put it on your head but you pushed his hand away gently.
âItâs yours today, Your Royal Highness,â you grinned at him and he sighed, putting the paper crown back.
âHe is clumsy! Look!â Peggy approached her daddy and pointed at one of the scars on his cheeks. She giggled.
âOh,â you gasped. Your smile dropped and you didnât know what to say. âButâŚâ
âDonât,â Gale shook his head. âItâs fine,â he assured you.
But for you it wasnât fine.
âDaddy doesnât have scars because he is clumsy,â you tried to explain softly.
âNo?â Peggy bit on her fist as her eyes widened. She looked at Buck, surprised.
âDaddy has them because⌠Because he was very brave,â you added.
â(Y/N), enough,â Buck whispered.
âLike a superhero,â you finished.
âReally?!â Peggy gasped.
âHardly,â Buck laughed nervously. âIâm not a superhero.â
âIâm sorry for saying youâre clumsy!â Peggy put her hands around his neck and hugged him tight. âWhy didnât you tell me that youâre a superhero?!â
âBecause itâs a secret, dollie,â he tried to explain and rubbed her back. He gave you a scolding look and you rolled your eyes.
You knew that Buck didnât like to be called a hero. To him, all his achievements were just a duty. Something that had to be done to serve his country. And he didnât feel proud of killing people either.
But you couldnât let your own daughter bully him for the next few weeks about something like that. Even if she didnât mean it in a bad way. She loved her daddy but he was too soft with her and she would often take advantage of it and tease him a lot.
âAnyway,â you cleared your throat, âPrincess Daddy forgot that itâs Peggyâs nap time.â
âOh, Iâm sorry,â Buck stood up with Peggy in his arms to carry her to bed.
âNo! Iâm not sleepy, no!â She protested and he chuckled.Â
You began to slowly put all the dolls and cups back into the boxes.
âYou have to, sweetheart,â Buck insisted and she sighed, defeated.
He put her down and sat on the edge of the bed as you continued to clean the mess from the carpet. Buck was telling Peggy a story about some knight and a fairy â because she preferred to be a fairy these days â and you put a blanket over your baby girl before taking the crown off of his head gently and putting it back into the box.
âSheâs asleep now,â you whispered as you stood behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder. âCome with me, I have to tell you something,â you tried not to smile too widely to hide your excitement and not spoil the revelation too fast.
He looked up at you, confused. You took him by his hand and dragged him out of the room and then into your bedroom.
âWhatâs going on?â He asked as he closed the door behind him.
âWell,â you started and your eyes sparkled. You were so happy you felt as if you were about to explode, âI have exciting news.â
Buck approached you, confused. God, he looked so adorable, still blushing a little and with his hair ruffled from that paper crown.
âIâm pregnant,â you nearly screamed and then you shut your mouth with your hand, scared you would wake Peggy up.
At first he didnât react as if he needed a moment to understand the meaning of your words. And then his whole face lightened up as he gave you a wide, sweet smile.
He picked you up and spun you around as you giggled softly.
âPut me down, Iâm getting sick,â you laughed and he obeyed instantly. âThank you,â you breathed out. You fixed his hair and brought his face closer to yours. âMaybe this time it will be a boy,â you whispered.
âMaybe,â Buck pulled you closer by your waist. âMaybe not,â he added. âI donât mind being a Princess sometimes.â
âReally?â You burst out laughing at him saying that. He nodded, seriously.
âIâd do everything to see my girls smile.â
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five days - äşćĽ
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synopsis: In which Kaiser fell in love with his tattoo artist, or in which Kaiser has only five appointments to convince you to go on a date with him.
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"Are you a Bastard MĂźnchen fan?" you asked Kaiser during a break in the session.
He frowned at your question. You thought it was a normal question because he was wearing a team shirt.
"Well, I guess I can say I'm a bit of a fan," he admitted with a shrug, "Have you seen any of their matches?"
"I'm not a fan, so no, never. The only time I watch something of that is during the World Cup," you admitted.
It had been 3 weeks since the last session. Although you'd never admit it, you'd been counting the days until you'd see Kaiser again. But you weren't the only one, Kaiser, being the fool and loser that he was, had also been eagerly awaiting this day. Too bad today's training was too long, so he was unable to take a proper shower and dress up for you. So he entered your studio in his uniform, sweaty and with a messed-up haircut.
"It looks good on you," you admitted, unaware that Kaiser was blushing and trying to cover it up with his hand.
Like last time, he sat there whistling to the song. How could he act as if nothing had happened? When you told him to "shoot" his question, you didn't expect it to hit you like a real bullet. Obviously, you refused his request. The reason? You barely knew him, and you excused yourself by saying you had a busy schedule.
"Isn't it strange?" you finally asked him, "I mean, I rejected you..."
"Oh Liebling you didn't reject me. You rejected my plan, know the difference. You didn't even reject my plan, you said you couldn't because you were busy last month. Lucky for me, it's a new month, right?"
You couldn't keep a straight face at his sly comments.
"But be honest... Why did you turn it down? You said it was because you were overworked, but every time I passed by the studio you were eating your lame veggie sandwich or talking to your clients," Kaiser commented with a grin.
You put your hand to your heart and pretend to be offended by such accusations.
"Okay, first of all, veggie sandwiches cannot be lame. Secondly, I was really busy, apparently you just caught me on my break. And last but not least, we only met a few hours ago before you asked me that. I don't know anything about you, maybe you're a criminal," you said, trying to defend your poor excuse and the veggie sandwiches you used to make so lovingly.
"Oh, that could be so easily solved, Liebling. I am a Bastard MĂźnchen fan, as you can see, and my work might be related to that. My hometown is Berlin. I love crusty bread, dogs and winter. And in my spare time I take long showers, read, think about myself, and when I'm motivated I think about who I'd like to kill," he said unperturbed.
You just stopped doing everything to process all the information he gave to you.
"Well, I wasn't so wrong to think you were a criminal," you said, and took your job back.
"You're too beautiful to be killed, don't worry Liebling, my thoughts of you are anything but killing you," he said confidently, you giggled.
âOh, how lucky I must beâ
âYou have no ideaâ he assured âWhat about you?â
"Well, as you can see, I work here. I love autumn, promenading and those mouse shaped sweets from the sweet shop. In my spare time I like to stay in my small but cosy apartment. And... we have just finished this session," you said as you stood up and stretched a little.
"You are really talented," Kaiser said smirking at you while admiring the new part of the tattoo
"Tell me something I donât know. Come on, I have an another appointment in 5 minutes"
You escorted Kaiser to the exit, where he put his black cap and face mask back on. Before he left, he stared at you for a few seconds.
"Now that we know more about each other, would you like to go out with me? Come on Liebling, you know the best way to get to know another person is to go out, you can't expect to know me in just an hour" Kaiser asked as he opened the door
How could he be so convincing? Maybe you weren't sure about the date the last time, but today you really were. Still, you could be a bit of a teaser, and maybe you wanted to see if Kaiser was really interested in you.
"The last time you asked me, you were dressed as the owner of five clubs, and today you ask me out dress like that. Come on, where is this spoilt brat? Michael Kaiser, you can do better," you admitted, giving him a bold look.
He chuckled under his mask.
"You really do have high standards, don't you? Don't worry Liebling, next time you won't have any excuse to refuse me. Trust me".
#bllk imagines#bllk x you#bllk x reader#bluelock x reader#blue lock imagines#michael kaiser#kaiser x y/n#kaiser x you#kaiser x reader
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PAIRINGS â Violet Bridgerton x fem!seamstress!Reader
SUMMARY â Madame Delacroix expands her business with a French seamstress and Violet is the first customer.
WORD COUNT â 6.2K
WARNINGS â 18+ NSFW MDNI, itâs just gay sex guys idk what to tell you, French dialogue used throughout (minimally but context helps explain)
NOTE â I feel obligated to tell you that this fic is in part inspired by a song I listen to on repeat, although I donât think the French guys that wrote it realized it would be the catalyst for a sapphic fanfic
Lady Violet Bridgerton was never one for last minute endeavours. That wasnât to say she didnât appreciate a little spontaneity every now and again, but surely she preferred when things were planned and she was prepared.Â
So it shocked her, of all things, that she could be the reason for her own unpreparedness. In reality, her familyâs circumstances â with Francescaâs departure to Scotland, Anthony and Kateâs travels to India, and Colin and Penelopeâs honeymoon â were the real cause of her scattered brain, but she still blamed herself of course.Â
It was with a very apologetic look that she entered the modiste, hopeful that Madame Delacroix might be able to fit her in for a last minute appointment so that she could have a dress made for an upcoming ball.Â
âUnfortunately, I will not be able to help you, Lady Bridgerton,â the seamstress said and Violet cursed internally, âbut I have a colleague who has just arrived from France to help me since business has been so-err plentiful.âÂ
âOh!â Violet was pleasantly surprised, blinking her eyes a few times, thinking something was better than nothing at this point. âWould she be able to see me?âÂ
âShe is just getting settled, but I am sure she can make some time for a very loyal customer who I am sure has been just as busy as me recently,â Madame Delacroix gave Violet a friendly smile which was bashfully returned.Â
She asked Violet to wait for a moment, going to the back where Violet could hear some quiet chatter before Madame Delacroix returned with you by her side.Â
âLady Bridgerton, this is Madame Bisset.âÂ
Violet had to remind herself to move her head up and down in a polite nod, her eyes glued so intensely to yours. She wouldnât be surprised if her mouth was slightly agape like that of a fish, but she could have sworn sheâd never seen anything as beautiful in her entire life.
âI have a space upstairs,â you explained. âIt is still a little messy. I hope you do not mind.âÂ
âI-â Violetâs voice came out strained and she coughed and cleared her throat. âNo, that will not be a problem.âÂ
âPerfect, right this way, Madame,â you motioned for her to follow you, going into the back of the shop, climbing up a set of narrow stairs until you reached the top, revealing to Violet another workspace she hadnât seen before.Â
Like you had already mentioned, it was a little rough around the edges, fabric was still pouring out of boxes, a few mannequins were tucked away in the corner, but there was a nice carpeted area in the middle of the room with a raised platform and a large mirror.
âUm, Madame Delacroix said you came from France recently,â Violet found herself beginning to talk.Â
âYes, I arrived just one week ago,â you explained. âI heard there is quite the market for dress making in London and I was looking for a bit of a change.âÂ
âI hope you enjoy it here,â Violet smiled. âLord knows the ton cannot get enough of a good modiste.âÂ
âThat is what I am relying on.â you chuckled, and motioned for her to step up on the platform. âNow, what is it you are looking for, Lady Bridgerton?âÂ
âJust an evening gown, for an upcoming ball,â she said, finding herself unable to break her gaze from you, watching as you brought out a measuring tape and looked through some boxes of fabric.Â
âAny preferences?â you asked. âWe just had this lovely fabric come in, I think it would look quite stunning on you.âÂ
Once you had found it, you pulled it out of the box with a smile and came to drape it over Violetâs shoulder so she could see it on herself. You smoothed out the fabric along her front and she almost felt herself stagger back at the gentle and light pressure over her chest and midsection.Â
âWhat do you think?âÂ
She blinked a few times, like she was trying to get her eyes to work again, taking in the blushy pink fabric with darker pink paisley embroidery.Â
âYes, itâs quite nice,â her voice came out a whisper.Â
âPerfect,â you smiled. âThen I will take your measurements and you can be on your way.âÂ
Measurements. Violet wasnât sure if sheâd be able to make it through that.Â
There was something electric about your touch, even when your fingers were simply hovering over her, she could feel sparks sending signals to her heart, beating faster until she could hear it pounding in her ears.Â
Violet had always known attraction to be strong and forceful, but this was bordering on violent.Â
She watched as you adjusted the measuring tape in your hands, first starting with the length from her shoulder to her ankle. You worked with much concentration and diligence, and for that Violet was grateful, because it meant that maybe you wouldnât notice how each time she felt your hands against her she would have to centre herself and remind herself how to breathe, repeating the words in and out over and over again in her head.Â
Eventually, you needed to take the measurements for her hips and bust and Violet knew if she didnât distract herself somehow she might faint.Â
âUm when will I-uh need to come in for adjustments?â she asked, just as your hands wrapped the tape from around her back to the front of her chest.Â
âCurrently you are my only customer,â you said. âI believe two days will be more than enough time for me to finish. After the adjustments are done I can have the dress sent to Bridgerton house if that is agreeable.âÂ
âOh, um, no there is no need for that,â she shook her head. âI can pick it up. The home is quiet nowadays with most of my children off in every corner of Lord knows where,â she chuckled nervously. âItâs nice to get out of the house and get some fresh air, perhaps get some tea, go for a stroll.âÂ
âYes of course, whatever suits you, Madame,â you nodded your head. âAnd I believe we are finished for today.âÂ
Violet gave you a sheepish smile and stepped down from the platform.Â
âThank you, Madame Bisset. I am not normally this-uh disorganized,â she explained. âI promise next time I will plan things much better.âÂ
âLady Bridgerton, I love what I do, really it is no trouble. Come any time to see me.âÂ
Violet lightly chewed on the side of her bottom lip, looking down at her feet, her hands moving to her stomach, perhaps to remind herself that she was standing.Â
âI will keep that in mind,â she nodded and wished you a final goodbye before walking down the stairs and exiting the modiste, grateful now for the air outside more than she thought she had ever been in her life.Â
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Two days later, Violet returned anxiously for her alterations. When she entered the modiste she was surprised to see you already downstairs, looking through some drawers for something.Â
You heard the ring of the shop bell and looked up from where you were hunched over, a welcoming smile gracing your face.Â
âLady Bridgerton,â you greeted.
âMadame Bisset, it is good to see you.âÂ
Her mind drifted back to the image of you moments ago, bent over an open drawer. It certainly was good to see you.Â
âDid I drop in at a bad time?â she asked.Â
âNot at all, I was just getting some lace for the hem of the dress and around the sleeves and neckline. I thought it might be nice to try, no?âÂ
Violet nodded, she would simply say yes to anything that either gave her an excuse to be with you longer or to come back more often.Â
You led her upstairs to your workspace again, and this time when she entered she realized it was noticeably cleaner and more organized than last time.Â
Boxes were replaced by racks of fabrics and shelves had been uncovered to host a myriad of little things, all of which she was sure youâd find use for in due time.Â
âShould I help with the dress, Madame?â you motioned to her outfit and Violet gulped.Â
âY-yes, I suppose that would beâŚnecessary,â she nodded her head and you moved to close the door for the workspace and lock it to ensure privacy while Violet stood up on the slightly raised platform in front of the mirror.Â
You had come to stand behind her, your fingers carefully fitting themselves between her sleeve and shoulder, helping her slip one arm out at a time before pulling it down slightly over her chest and guiding the fabric to the ground so she could step out of it.Â
It was something sheâd done in front of other women countless times, but never had she felt this vulnerable and exposed. She looked down and saw the hairs on her arm stand on end, only to be followed by a slight jolt when she felt your hand against her corseted waist.
âIâm sorry,â you apologized with a chuckle. âI just needâŚâ your voice trailed off as you looked down at her feet and she realized she needed to step out of her dress.Â
A rosy colour quickly made its way onto her cheeks as she stepped out of her dress so you could hang it up for her and bring the new dress for her to try on.Â
She stepped into the pink fabric and tried to make sure her body made no involuntary movements as she felt your hands graze along her sides, helping each bare arm slip into a sleeve, now finally covered again.Â
âHmm,â you stood in front of her and analyzed the way the fabric fit. âIt is a little loose here, no?â you asked, tightening the fabric around her chest slightly so that it was more in line with the shape of her corset.Â
âI suppose, maybe, yes,â she nodded, âI-Iâm sorry, but do you have any water?â Violet asked.âI-Iâm feeling a little parched.âÂ
âOh of course,â you nodded, letting go of her dress and walking to a pitcher and some glasses you had set to the side, filling one up for her before bringing it back.Â
She tried her best to drink it graciously, but there was nothing more she wanted to do than down the whole glass in one shot. Once she was finished, you took the glass from her and set it aside, picking up the lace you had brought up with you, to present your suggestion.
âI was thinking maybe we can put it around the hem of the dress, like this,â you showed her, bending down and lifting the skirt just slightly to tuck some of the lace under it so it was peeking throughout the bottom.Â
âOh,â Violet raised her brows as she looked in the mirror. âI actually quite like that.âÂ
âSo do I,â you nodded, standing back up, âAnd I thought maybe the armsâŚâÂ
You tried the same thing with the sleeves and, again, it suited the look of the dress. Lastly, you placed it around the neckline, moving to hold it up from behind her so she could see.Â
Violet thought at that moment it was probably better not to breathe at all considering if she did, with the restriction of her corset her heaving chest would be quite obvious.Â
âMmm, je nâaime pas ça,â you shook your head, your voice soft and close to her ear.Â
âI-Iâm sorry?âÂ
Violet had spent most of her younger years learning French, but for some reason, the entirety of the language had escaped her.Â
âI do not like the lace here,â you switched back to English, removing the lace and pulling the fabric a little tighter around her bust, pinning it in place with the pins from your pin cushion. âIt is better like this.âÂ
âYou think so?â she asked quietly, feeling herself swallow harshly after she finished speaking.Â
âI know so, Madame,â you nodded. âWhy would one hide such perfect skin?âÂ
Violet looked in the mirror at what you were referring to, her chest littered with freckles and spots.Â
âI hardly think it is perfect,â she shook her head.Â
âIt would be like covering a starry sky with clouds,â you offered. âOne cannot gaze at the stars and wonder about the universe on a cloudy night.âÂ
Violet chuckled nervously and looked down at the floor for a moment.
âMadame Bisset, I think you mistake how many people are gazing.â
âYou would be surprised,â you gently placed your hand on her arm, rubbing up and down in a reassuring motion.Â
She could feel the fabric of the sleeves move against her arm in response to your touch and it caused a warmth to spread in the pit of her stomach.Â
You moved to grab a container with a few more pins and began seeing where adjustments needed to be made and dealt with the fabric accordingly. Violet felt herself easily growing restless, her fingers fiddling around with the small bits of thread sticking out of the end of the sleeves.Â
âSo, um, where does the name Bisset come from? What I mean to say is what area of France?â she quickly clarified.Â
âBisset does not belong to a region,â you explained. âIt means one who weaves.âÂ
âOh, how fitting,â Violet hummed.Â
âIt is not my real name,â you admitted. âJust something I picked up for work.âÂ
Violet bit the inside of her cheek, trying not to let her curiosity get the best of her, but when she heard your quiet chuckle from behind her, she tried to turn her head to look back at you.Â
âWhat is it?âÂ
âIt is okay, you want to know what my name actually is,â you said. âYou can ask.âÂ
And so she did, and for the first time she heard your name. She tested it in her own voice, like she was savouring having your name on her tongue, burned into her mind.Â
âMine is Violet,â she said quietly.Â
âViolet,â your French pronunciation of her name made her feel a shiver behind her neck, or maybe that was simply your breath against her skin. âUn nom joli pour une personne mĂŞme plus jolie.â
Violet blushed at your admission, and you grinned.Â
âSo you understand me then?âÂ
She nodded her head.Â
âThen what did I say?â you teased her a little, while adding a few more pins, now along the length of the sleeves.Â
Violet looked at you as if to ask if you were really going to make her say it out loud, and when you didnât seem to back down she caved.Â
âYou said that it was a beautiful name for a beautiful person,â she said before pressing her lips together.Â
âClose,â you looked up at her. âA beautiful name for an even more beautiful person.âÂ
âYou flatter me too much,â Violet shook her head.Â
âIn my experience, a dress is only as beautiful as the person wearing it,â you said. âIt is always a pleasure to make something for someone who shines just as brightly as the fine fabrics and silks. Even more so when they believe it.âÂ
You put in the last pin and looked content with your work.Â
âI should have this ready by tomorrow,â you told her. âYou still wish to pick it up?âÂ
âYes,â she nodded with a smile.Â
âAlright, let me help you change so that you can be on your way.âÂ
Carefully, you helped Violet take off the dress, conscious to make sure none of the pins pricked her, and after she stepped out of the dress, you put it on your work table, getting what dress she came with and helping her slip back into it.Â
âI will see you tomorrow then, in the afternoon, in case anything comes up,â you said and she smiled.Â
âTomorrow afternoon it is, Madame.âÂ
âAu revoir,â you gave her a small wave and again, she held her hands against her stomach.Â
âAu revoir.âÂ
â
Violet wasnât sure sheâd ever gotten so many compliments on a dress as she had on what youâd made for her. There was something new and cutting about it and much to her surprise, it became very hard to book an appointment with either you or Madame Delacroix afterwards.Â
News had spread to the rest of the ton of you and your talents, and everyone wanted a piece.Â
It wasnât until a few weeks later that Violet managed to get herself in for another appointment, needing a dress for a wedding along with a few odds and ends she thought with all this uncertainty she may as well get done now.
When she arrived at the modiste, it was overflowing with people. She never thought she had seen it so busy and she wondered if it was really all from that simple pink dress. Although the dress itself wasnât necessarily simple, it was elegant in its style, its function, and of course, it had a certain je ne sais quoi.
âLady Bridgerton,â you grinned, seeing Violet enter the shop. âI believe I have you to thank for all this business. Both Genviève and I do.âÂ
âOh, I didnât do any of the work,â she shook her head. âI simply wore it.âÂ
âAnd you wore it well, which is half of the battle,â you chuckled. âCome, I am always happy to see my favourite customer.âÂ
Violetâs heart warmed when you called her your favourite, a sense of pride overcoming her. Still out of all of the young debutantes and busy mamas, she somehow remained at the top of your list.Â
When you arrived at your workspace, closing the door behind you and walking further inside and let out a small breath of air, a bright smile came over your face.Â
âHow can I help you today?âÂ
âI need a dress for a wedding,â she began, âalong with a few other things.âÂ
âSuch as?â you pressed.Â
âSome clothes for the country, a few dresses for home, and some new night clothes. I was thinking perhaps a robe and a nightgown or two.âÂ
âMadame, you are keeping my hands busy,â you smiled. âNow I already have the measurements I will need for the dress, so we can pick fabrics, then maybe I can show you some things I have already made in case something catches your eye and we can make alterations and then fill in any gaps after.âÂ
âSounds splendid to me,â she nodded.Â
âParfait,â you grinned and clapped your hands together. âWhat colour are you thinking for the dress you will wear to the wedding?âÂ
âI usually stick to blue,â she said. âIt was the colour my late husbandâs family used a lot, butâŚâ she paused.Â
âYouâre thinking of something else,â you put your hands on your hips. âPurple.âÂ
âHow did you know?â she looked at you a little astounded, a small chuckle coming past her lips, lacing her words with a certain playfulness.Â
âA suspicion,â you shrugged with a teasing wink. âNow light or dark?â
âLight, it is getting warmer outside after all.âÂ
You rummaged through some things and pulled out a few swatches of fabric for her to choose from.Â
âThey are all nice,â Violet chewed on her lip while trying to decide. âWhat do you think?âÂ
You took a long look at the collection in front of you and then looked up at Violet, sizing up each swatch to the woman in front of you, fabricating the dress in your mindâs eye until you figured out which one you liked the most.
âThis one, I think.â
You held out a simple silky fabric for her.Â
âI can add something to it, a design, some beads,â you said. âBut I like this colour on you.âÂ
âI will leave it up to you,â she said. âI am sure I will be happy with whatever you make. Surely, the rest of the ton is.âÂ
You chuckled and placed the fabric back down.Â
âNow some of those other things,â you motioned for her to follow you.Â
You showed her a few dresses to see what ones she might be interested in taking with her to the country. Some were made with simple cotton for days spent resting inside the house in the off season. Once she had decided which she liked, you set them aside to make sure they were properly fitted for her.Â
âAnd nightclothes?â you asked. âWhat about something like this?âÂ
You pulled out a particularly sheer gown, probably meant for someone on their honeymoon, or maybe at the very least with someone to share it with.Â
âUm, I am not sure I am the right fit for that,â she chuckled nervously, knowing her resolve with you already wore thin, hoping you would accept her reasoning and move on to something more modest.Â
âWhy not?â you asked.
âI am a widow, Madame, I wouldnât have anyone to wear it for,â she said truthfully.Â
âYou could wear it for yourself,â you said.Â
Violet tilted her head and blinked, âMyself?âÂ
âBen oui,â you nodded like it was the most obvious thing in the world. âWho said you have to wear something for someone else?âÂ
Violet chewed on her cheek. She supposed she wasnât really wearing anything for anyone but herself at the moment.Â
âIt is okay to wear something that makes you feel beautiful even if you are the only one to see it,â you reassured her. âIf you do not think you would feel beautiful in this, now that is something different.âÂ
Violet pressed her lips together. It had been so long since she had worn something other than a simple cotton nightdress, but there was something alluring about wearing something that matched her desire, even if she would end up being the only one to see it.Â
âAnd the fitting for this?â she asked.Â
âWe could do it right now, if you wish,â you said.Â
âL-Like for alterations?â she looked at you wide-eyed.
âMhmm,â you nodded, draping the dress over your arm, ignoring her surprise.Â
She looked between the dress and herself a few times, contemplating whether or not she should do it, or more, whether she could handle it.Â
Wearing it for herself was one thing, but wearing it in front of you was something else.Â
She nervously scratched behind her ear, thinking in her mind that it might be best to pass on this for the moment, but when she opened her mouth to speak, she said,
âAlright then.âÂ
You smiled and turned to go back to where you would do the alterations and Violet blinked hard, processing what had just left her mouth.Â
âAre you coming, Madame?âÂ
Violet looked over at you and nodded, slowly walking over to the platform.Â
Similar to before, you helped her out of her dress, and she stood in front of you again in her corset and undergarments, but this time after her dress was placed off to the side, your fingers nimbly worked on the laces on her back, deftly loosening the material and unravelling it until it was loose around her.Â
Violet, not quite ready to let go, held it up from the front, noticing her breathing becoming shakier by the second.Â
âI can take that for you,â you extended your hand out for her corset and she swallowed thickly.Â
It took her a few moments to remember how to work her hands again, carefully peeling the material away from her chest and handing it to you, unsure of what to do with her arms before deciding her best option was to cross them over her chest.Â
When you returned, you came to stand in front of Violet, the nightgown in your hands, ready to help her put it on. You looked down at her crossed arms then back up at her blue eyes and her cheeks flushed before moving her hands and lifting them above her head so you could slip the fabric over her.Â
The hem of the dress stopped at her knees, much shorter than anything she was used to wearing. The slight blue colour almost enhanced the sheerness of the fabric and Violet tried to take it all in, running a hand down her midsection, noticing how she could see her bellybutton.
She tried not to focus on how she could feel your gaze burning into what felt like her very soul.Â
âWhat do you think of the fit?â she asked quietly.Â
You pursed your lips.Â
âI like how it fits around here,â you ran your hands along both sides of her waist down to her hips. âLess, up here.â
Your hands migrated to the fabric barely covering her breasts and she could have sworn she let out a small squeak, feeling your fingers brush against her. Her suspicion was confirmed when you spoke.Â
âEverything alright, Madame?â you looked up at her.Â
âFine,â she whispered.Â
âTâes sĂťre?â you murmured, stepping a little closer and adjusting the straps over her shoulders.Â
âMhmm,â she almost whimpered, pressing her lips together and looking up at the ceiling. âIâm fine, it is just a little chilly up here,â she said. âYou know when you get cold, you umâŚyou feel things more.âÂ
You nodded your head.Â
âThat is not to say it was cold before, I am just cold now because-âÂ
âTais toi.âÂ
Violet blinked.Â
âExcuse me?âÂ
âYou heard me,â you looked up at her and placed a finger under her chin. âI said tais toi.âÂ
Despite Violetâs shock that you had essentially told her to shut up, she found herself speaking still.
âReally?â she began. âYou wonât even use le vous poli?â she asked, referring to your less polite and more informal grammar choice.Â
âWhy would I use that when everything I want to do to you is very, very impolite?â you whispered, merely millimeters away from her mouth, your breath mingling with hers.Â
Violet wasnât sure what overcame her, she grabbed your hands, placing them over her breasts, her mouth agape as shaky breaths fanned over your face.Â
With that permission, you brushed your thumbs on top of the fabric, over her nipples, her whimper deliciously clouding your senses, encouraging you to do it again.Â
âIf you are really so set on wearing this for someone,â you gripped her tighter, eliciting a surprised gasp, your lips travelling closer to her ear. âYou could wear it for me, ma belle.âÂ
Violet hummed and leaned her head against yours, feeling you move along her until your foreheads were pressed together, noses brushing against each other.Â
âWe shouldnât,â Violet breathed.Â
âWe shouldnât,â you shook your head, still moving closer until you captured her lips with yours. Her hands found their way to your waist, narrowly avoiding your pin cushion, pulling you against her, your thumbs still gently massaging over her breasts, content hums and soft moans echoing in your mouth as you kissed her.Â
When you pulled away, you pressed your forehead against Violetâs again, your eyes shut.Â
âYou have another appointment donât you?â Violet whispered and you nodded and she had to bite back the whine that wanted to escape.Â
âCome back tonight,â you murmured, your hands moving to hold both sides of Violetâs face, a reassurance. âTwo doors down.âÂ
âW-What would I tell my carriage driver?âÂ
âPick your most discreet one,â you whispered, pressing your lips to hers again in a much softer kiss.Â
She nodded her head and when you pulled apart further and she opened her eyes, she could see you smiling back at her and she thought if you were so certain, maybe everything would be okay.Â
It wasnât until much later in the evening when Violet was standing outside your door, waiting for you to come and open it, that the reality of the situation fully set on her. She was caught in such a haze before, her stomach swirling with an all consuming nausea that was almost delightful.Â
She felt her arms wrapping around herself tighter, nervously looking around to make sure there were no unwanted eyes watching her, until she heard the door open in front of her, bringing her attention back to the present.Â
You were quick to wordlessly take her hand and bring her inside, closing the door behind you.Â
âYou are tense,â you remarked, holding her hand in both of yours, gently massaging its back with your thumbs.Â
Violet was unsure of what to expect, but she did know wherever this led, she wanted to follow it, to chase that staggering violent feeling until she couldnât take it any more.Â
âI just didnât want anyone to see,â she whispered. âI am fine.âÂ
You smiled. âBien.âÂ
You helped her take off her cloak, biting your bottom lip when you saw what she was wearing underneath.Â
âCâest jolie,â you hummed. âBut I think I am more excited to see what is underneath.âÂ
Violet chuckled nervously, feeling a certain heat come to her cheeks. She let herself be pulled into you when you took your hand in hers, melting into the kiss that followed, allowing you to lead her through the hallway and into what she assumed was a bedroom.Â
Her suspicions were fully confirmed when she felt the back of her legs hit a plush mattress, making her fall back, only to be gently lowered the rest of the way by you, now leaning over top of her.Â
âW-Wait,â Violet whispered.
âHmm?â you looked at her patiently. âĂa va?â
âWhat happens next?â she asked.Â
âDo you want me to explain it to you?â
You tilted your head to look at her and she nodded.Â
âFirst I take this off,â you murmured, working at the series of ribbons in the front of her dress that kept it tied shut.Â
She watched as you undid each one, single handedly, revealing more and more of her bare skin until your hand came and fully pushed both parts of the fabric aside, leaving her exposed in front of you.Â
âThen I listen,â you kissed her jaw. âYour breathing, your body, itâŚtells me things.âÂ
One hand moved to cup her breast and she sighed.Â
âLike that,â you smiled. âAnd I follow that, I see where it takes me.â
You pinched her nipple between your thumb and pointer finger and she arched slightly into your touch. Carefully, you twisted it between your fingers, your mouth trailing its kisses down her neck and chest, until eventually your mouth replaced your fingers, tongue swirling and teeth grazing against the soft and sensitive flesh.Â
Violet let out a breath of air, a whine caught in the back of her throat as she arched further into you, her hand coming to hold your head against her.Â
With a gentle kiss, you paused your mouthâs movements, taking your hand from where it rested against her waist, dragging it across her stomach.Â
âNext,â you began, âNo, it is too vulgar in English,â you shook your head.Â
âTell me in French,â she begged. âDit-le moi, sâil vous plaĂŽt.âÂ
You smiled and kissed her breast again.Â
âSince you asked so nicely.âÂ
Your finger trailed a little lower, now tracing lines across the base of her stomach, the skin there soft and stretched from many pregnancies, and oh so precious.Â
âJe prends mes doigts,â your fingers moved even lower, the blood pumping to Violetâs head so fast she thought she might faint. âEt je les appuie ici.â
âOh!â she moaned, her head turned to the side, your thumb firmly against her, massaging in slow tantalizing and tortuous circles.
âMais, je prĂŠfère les mettre comme ça.âÂ
Violet gasped, your name on her lips as she felt your fingers inside her, beginning a slow and steady pace that her body seemed to match with the movement of her hips.Â
âIs this good, or do you want more?â you asked her, not stopping the movement of your hand and fingers.Â
âMore, please,â she breathed.Â
âEn Français, ma belle.âÂ
âS-Sâil vous plaĂŽt.âÂ
âBien sĂťre,â you smiled and increased your pace, fingers carefully searching until they found the intense response they were seeking from Violet.Â
âThere,â she nodded her head, eyes squeezed shut. âMmm.âÂ
She pressed her lips together so tightly you could have sworn they went white.Â
You listened to her instructions, continuing to work at that spot, leaning over top of her, feeling her breathing pick up with each fan of warm breath over your face. You pressed a few kisses to her jaw, your ear right next to her mouth, listening intently as breathing turned into moans that didnât stop.Â
You could feel the heat radiating off of every part of her, clouding your own senses, encouraging you further to push her over that edge, eager movements guiding her until her mind went blissfully blank, her back arched towards you while you slowed your hand, her breathing much more ragged than before until you carefully removed your fingers.Â
Wiping them carefully on the sheets next to her, you then took her face in your hand, pressing a slow kiss to her lips.Â
Violet hummed into your lips, like she wanted to say something so you pulled away, watching her finally open her eyes once more.Â
âCan I?â she whispered.Â
âCan you what, chèrie?âÂ
âDo that for you?â she asked. âTeach me.âÂ
You grinned, leaning down and capturing her lips in another kiss.Â
When you pulled apart this time, she pushed herself up on her forearms, watching as you moved to sit next to her. She knew the first step, her hand brushing against the sleeve of your nightgown, pushing it off your shoulder, studying how your skin felt against her fingers.Â
You took your arm out of your sleeve and waited for her to do the same with the opposite side before tugging the sides down until the fabric pooled at your hips.Â
She leaned in to kiss you, guiding you to lie back on the mattress before her hands came back to the fabric, pulling it completely off of you.Â
She took a moment to admire you in front of her, feeling that same intense pull towards you as she did when you had first become acquainted.Â
With her lips against yours once more, she hooked her fingers around the top of your underwear, pulling it down as her lips detached from yours so she could finish the job.Â
She leaned over top of you, her brown hair falling in waves on either side of her head, the soft fabric of her robe-like dress, creating a curtain around her, but her body still on full display for you.Â
You couldnât help but reach out and snake a hand around her waist, your thumb brushing back and forth in small motions.Â
âTell me,â she whispered. âWhat do I do next?âÂ
You moved your hand up from her waist tracing along her side and down her arm, until her wrist was in your hands.Â
âYou can touch me here.â Â
You placed her hand on your breast. âOr here.âÂ
Your hand moved hers lower, only hovering over your core.Â
âOr anywhere that feels right when you listen.âÂ
She nodded her head slowly, your hand finishing its guidance as she watched with bated breath, your eyes closed anticipatorily, small shaky breaths coming past your lips as her fingers made contact and you finally let go of her wrist.Â
Violet tucked some of her hair behind her ear with her free hand before letting herself feel and explore you.Â
She paid close attention, listening to what sounds filled the air, a small smile coming to her lips when you moaned her name.Â
She moved so her thumb replaced her fingers, continuing to brush against that spot that seemed to make your face twist and contort in beautiful ways sheâd never seen before.Â
Violet became curious, her other hand moving to cup your breast, brushing her thumb over your nipple, noticing the new reaction it had brought, a groan and a plea for more.Â
Both of her thumbs worked in tandem on different parts of your body, pulling your focus in two directions, back and forth with no end in sight.
Violet was entranced by you, squirming slightly under her touch, the fact that she was the one making you feel this way, like you had no control. The only thing possible for you to do was let her know how much you wanted, no, needed her.Â
âViolet,â you whimpered. âPlease, m-more.âÂ
Violet smiled devilishly and leaned down, her lips ghosting your ear.Â
âEn Français.â
âSâil vous plaĂŽt, Violet, mon Dieu,â you groaned before she increased the intensity of her ministrations.Â
Her hand moved from your breast up to your face, holding it up so she could kiss you as her thumb worked against you, a warmth spreading in her stomach as you moaned into her mouth, your hips meeting her touch until you were gripping onto Violet for dear life as the only hope of reminding yourself you were, in fact, still on earth.Â
She stopped a little more abruptly than you would have liked, still thrumming with pleasure, and holding her close.Â
âWas that right?â she teased and when you finally looked up at her, grabbing her chin with your thumb and forefinger, pulling her down in a kiss, your last words, a mutter against her lips.Â
âTais toi.âÂ
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Timmie sweetie, I'm your new mommy now, and considering I never had a daughter to fuss over, and since you're the smallest of all the boys, you're gonna be it!
You're going to be my living Barbie doll whether you like it or not!
And I'll tell you right now - your dad's not gonna rescue you because he's in full agreement with me that I need a little girl around the house! And your brothers are excited to have a little sister!
So you can cry and complain all you want, but today you'll wear panties and this dress and I'm going to teach you everything you need to know about becoming the sweetest girl ever!
Oh yes, I must remember to make you an appointment with my gynecologist to get you a physical and on hormones right away!
We mustn't delay!
So, we need to get ready because we're going shopping for your new wardrobe with your own panties and your very first training bra! You may not like wearing your training bra every day, but in time, as you develop, you'll thank me for it.
I promise we'll have so much fun together! I can't wait to take you to my salon to get your hair and nails done and show you off to all my lady friends!
You'll see being a real girly girl instead of a dirty ugly boy will be so much fun!
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prologue
Youâve never been inside the famous club, The 141.
i. it's a new day, it's a new life
This isnât where you expected to end upâstuck in some rundown motel with nothing but the clothes on your back.
ii. a collection of strangers (a series of secrets)
You can only describe them the same way you can the rest of the clubâs workersâstunning.
iii. no proof except my silver tongue
Youâve never been to this side of town at night.
iv. the night was young (and so were we)
Surveying the competition turns out to be code for going on a club crawl and getting obscenely drunk.
v. she works hard for the money (so you better treat her right)
You donât know what to expect from shopping with Valeria.
vi. would you give the devil this dance
You canât let yourself be haunted by your past forever, and, unsure as you are, you know one thing to be true: Youâve never felt safer than you do around him.
vii. wise men say, only fools rush in
In the following weeks, you learn one very important thing: John Price is a relentless flirt.
viii. but i can't help failing in love with you
You donât know how you feel as you kiss him. Itâs a combination of emotions you havenât felt in so long: relief, desire, comfort, joy. They all swirl together into the one emotion youâve been chasing since your wedding. Safe.
ix. the rumor burned straight through the town (and as it grew, so did her vow)
Kyle doesnât think much of you the day you first walk into the club.
x. everybody thought the truth had been caught (her reputation began to drown)
You havenât looked at your wedding photo in years.
xi. screaming birds sound an awful lot like singing
Everything youâve experienced in the past four months pales in comparison to how your heart shatters at this moment.
xii. it won't cost you much (just a single drop of blood)
Who knew rock bottom looked like standing before a wall of mirrors in a bespoke wedding gown?
xiii. little girl gone
Youâre shocked into consciousness, startling awake in a pile of plush blankets and cloud-soft pillows.
xiv. nothing makes me weak now (you better run for your life)
The news of Priceâs arrestâof your alleged murderâsends you into a state of shock.
xv. won't forgive what you did (i've never hurt anyone, now it's time)
They float somewhere between too compliant and too afraid, like theyâre scared you may snap at any given moment. Whether they worry itâll be in anger or anguish, you donât know. Price is the worst of them all.
xvi. what you'll see is the worst me (I will ask you for mercy)
The nights are the hardest.
xvii. for if i'm going down i guess i'll take you with me
By the end of the week, the plan is set.
xviii. i'm free darlin' (i revenge, i revenge)
Your world is engulfed in fire and blood.
epilogue. it's a new dawn, a new day, a new life (and i'm feeling good)
The beginning of the rest of your life starts with a single, admittedly awkward, therapy appointment.Â
Extras
karma is a cat purring on my lap
The cat is a wretched creature made of a vicious hatred that could rival only the Devil himself.
my personal hcs for canary
canary's dresses
canary's wedding dresses
canary and adler headcanons
how the 141 makes their money
how the gangs run their businesses
random designer dress headcanons
alternate ending ideas
songs used for chapter titles
soap hcs + canary and price children hcs
canary + 141 age headcanons
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Ruby is such an iconâźď¸
could you do something where her pre-k does a daddy and daughter dance and Charles takes her shopping for a new dress and ruby helps charles get all ready (like the princess he is)đđ?
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When Y/n got an e-mail from Rubyâs school saying that they were going to have a father daughter dance, the first thing she did was make sure Charles was free of anything F1 related. She then texted Charles a screenshot of the e-mail. Charles was far too excited when he got the message. He started to book nail appointments and asked around with his friends who had kids on which shop had the best dresses for little kids. He truly wanted everything to be perfect. He had even asked Pascale if she could do Rubyâs hair for the dance, which she happily accepted.
âOkay, letâs go Ruby Jules, we only have a week until the dance and we still have to get your dress!â Charles called out from the bottom of the stairs.
âIâm a pretty princess! Iâm a pretty princess! Iâm a pretty princess!â Ruby sang as she walked down the stairs with her little purse that Charles bought for her.
The father daughter duo went to multiple shops in Monte Carlo and by 2 PM, Ruby had finally found the perfect dress. Before they could continue with finding her shoes, they decided to eat so Charles drove to their favorite restaurant.
âThereâs this girl in my class and she says her maman is putting makeup on her for the dance.â Ruby told Charles as they ate their lunch.
âIf this is your way of asking if you can put makeup on, the answer is no.â Charles replied.
âBut itâs glittery! Maman has pretty lipgloss.â
âYou can put a little and thatâs it.â
Ruby groaned. âWhen can I put the rest on?â
âWhen youâre older.â Charles replied.
âOld like you?â Ruby asked honestly.
âJust eat your food.â
The day before the dance came and Ruby was watching the dancing scene from âBeauty and The Beastâ. She watched Belleâs movements and copied them exactly. She even wore her favorite pink tutu so she could feel like a princess. She wanted to be like Belle so she searched for a pair of her mamanâs heels and put the on her tiny feet.
âSee? You have to do it like the Beast! Youâre noticing right.â Ruby explained to her papa.
âYouâre a better dancer than me, Mon amour. I donât know how to dance.â Charles admitted.
âGrab my hand and Iâll show you.â Ruby reached out to him.
âIf I fall, Iâm taking you down with me.â
When Y/n got home from grocery shopping, she found Ruby and Charles on the floor giggling. She found it cute until she saw her heels she wore at her wedding on the floor.
âYou look so beautiful, Ruby! Let me take a picture so I can send it to your uncles and aunts. Oh, my sweet girl.â Pascale placed a kiss on the girlâs cheek. She had just finished doing Rubyâs hair.
Ruby smiled at Paascale camera and even did a pose. Pascale then called for Charles, who was just done with his tie, to take a picture with his daughter. The father and daughter smiled as Pascale took multiple pictures.
âPapa, can you stand right there?â Ruby pointed to the spot next to Pascale. âWait, come here, your hair isnât pretty enough! It has to be likes this!â She âfixedâ his hair like she saw her grand-mère do to him thousands of times before.
âMon amour, itâs fine. Where do you want me to stand?â Ruby pointed again to where she wanted him.
Charles was confused, but he did was he was told. âGrand-mère, take a picture of me like this please!â Ruby then did a couple poses of her own with her tongue sticking out and holding up a peace sign.
âYou sneaky girl.â
âYou two look so adorable.â Y/n awed at her family. âHopefully MathĂŠo has a mother son dance. Is that a thing? It better be.â
âIf not, we can always make one right here,â Charles placed a kiss on Y/nâs lips. âWe have to go, donât wait up, this princess and I are going to party all night.â
In reality, by 9:30 PM, they were both knocked out on the sofa since all the dancing and eating many slices of cake tired them out.
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y/nleclerc the best dressed in the entire dance <3
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