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asmutwriter · 8 months ago

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Just A Woman (Part 1 Section 1)

DESCRIPTION: You work at the local brothel, trying to get enough money to survive the difficult time period. But then a customer gives you an offer you can’t refuse.

A/N - I have condensed partr 1 (which you can find here) into 4 smaller chunks so that you can have a better reader experience

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

WORD COUNT: 2659

Next / Master List

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of prostitution, time period sexism, mentions of sex work

DISCLAIMERS

- I wrote this in my knowledge of sex workers and I am truly sorry if I got it wrong and/or is offensive, that is not what I wanted to do and I’m sorry if that is the case

- This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

You go back into the house, a young girl reading a book comes out. You smile and tap her on the shoulder, as she turns to look at you. You grab the book from her hand and run from her.

“Isa!” she yells and chases you

“’Oh and the love of my life did say to me you shall be mine and I’m forever yours’“. You read before she grabs it from you, glaring at you “I can’t believe you read all that soppy stuff”

“It’s romantic”

“It’s slightly sickening”

“I can’t help it if you’re inexperienced in the ways of love” you laugh

“’Oh my dear, I love you and I can’t picture my life without you. Let’s have 20 babies and then I’ll find a nice, younger woman who I can run away with and leave you with my children’. I think that’s love this day and age right?” you chuckle

“Or more like-” she picks her book up “’my dearest love. I think of thee as I watch the sun rise and the moon set and wonder, is this what our lives our like? Destined to be so distant. Only being able to share a few seconds with each other before we must spend our time apart again’“

“Sickening”

“Romantic” you chuckle as you look outside

“Speaking of moons and suns, our sun is setting. So go get into bed. We are to rise early tomorrow. Or as your book would likely say ‘our eyes are destined to bewitch each other one more time before we know we are truly in love’“

“You must’ve read her book before” another girl walks out, sticking her tongue out at her sister. You laugh

“Come on. Bed. All of you!” you yell. 3 more girls walk out of the kitchen, flour covering them “Daisy, can you go get your sister from outside. Guys” you pause, looking at the state of the three of them and letting out a soft chuckle “What happened?”

“It was her fault” they all say in unison and point at each other. You roll your eyes

“Just, get changed and go to bed. I have work tonight so I’ll be back late. If you guys are up when I get back you’ll be in trouble. I’ll eat all of your chocolate” you smile and tickle one of the girls who laughs as you carry her to the bedroom. “Dressed and bed. I’m leaving Daisy in charge of you” you go and grab a bag and a coat “I’ll see you all later, love you all” you blow kisses to them, seeing the eldest as you walk out “I’ve left you in charge. Make sure they are all in bed by the time I get home. And lock the door behind me. I’ve got my key so you’re ok” you smile and kiss her forehead before walking to work.

You let out a small sigh as you reach the brothel doors. You go inside, men and woman grinding on each other as you go to the backroom where you can get dressed. You smile at one of the girls whose smoking. She offers it to you, taking it and having a few puffs as she speak “quite a lot of people tonight. I reckon we might get lucky enough to have them spend out a bit more tonight on us, what do you think?” you nod and hand her cigarette back, exhaling the smoke.

“Hopefully some men who think with their dicks and not their brains” you both laugh as you get into your clothes for the night. You go out, eyeing up a few gentlemen as they walk past. You walk over to a man sitting alone. “Hey there handsome” you sit next to him, hand gently resting on his. He smiles at you slightly, drinking from a glass. “Ooh what drink do you have?”

“Whiskey. Helps settle my nerves”

“Why are you nervous?”

“I’ve never been in a brothel before” he admits to you. You chuckle slightly, stroking his hand with the tip of your finger

“I can show you how it works if you want” he shakes his head

“I’d quite like to just chat to you to be honest” he takes another sip of his drink “what’s your name?”

“What do you want it to be?” he raises an eyebrow at you. You let out a soft sigh

“It’s Isabella. Most of my friends call me Isa though” he nods

“John” you nod.

“What brings you here John? I assume you aren’t here for the obvious reason that is” he takes the last of his drink, ordering another one.

“I normally live in France but I am here for business reasons. I leave for France again on Tuesday. I’m currently at a place just down the road from here” you nod

“Are you staying with family?” he shakes his head

“No. It’s just a house a bought as my vacation home” he chugs his drink “my mother is coming over the weekend as well as some family friends. She’s arranged a ball for everyone” you nod slightly. After a few more drinks he turns to you, a look of seriousness on his face “Isa. I know we’ve just met and I don’t mean this in a harsh way and I want you to know that you are gorgeous, but I’m not going to have sex with you. But-” he places his finger to your lips, to hush you from words you weren’t going to say “but I have another offer for you. The reason my mother has arranged a ball is so that I can find a woman. However, I have no interest in finding myself a woman. But, if I have a woman she thinks I am seeing she will be happy” he smiles at you “would you do me the honour of letting me court you for a week? I will pay you” he write down a number on a piece of paper “in cash”

“I- oh my god...” you look at the number but swallow sadly “I’m sorry. I can’t leave my family for a whole week. I’m the oldest one and Id worry too much” he nods

“The weekend then. Mother comes on Saturday, so come Friday and leave Monday” you nod slightly

“I will have to check in with my family but… yes.” he smiles as he hug you.

“I will meet you here in 2 days” he smiles at you as he stands and walks out. You look at the number he wrote down and squeal in excitement.

You practically run home. You open the door and hear scurrying. You turn and see the girls had been having a mini party by the looks of it. A fort was built from blankets. You fold your arms and pretend to be annoyed. “Sorry Isa” you chuckle, to buzzed from your work night to care.

“I have some amazing news for you all” you show them the number on the piece of paper “guess how much I’m going to get payed this weekend”

“Holy shit”

“Holy shit indeed” the second oldest daughter takes the paper and looks at it.

“We’re going to be rich”

“How are you getting payed that much?”

“A kind man said he wanted me to be there to impress his mother and friends at a ball this weekend so I will be going to his. Is that ok with all of you? Daisy, you’ll be in charge for a few days” you look at her and she nods. You hug her “you are such a brave girl” you kiss the top of her head “I love you”

“I love you too” you hug her and her 5 sisters, “Were going to be so rich!” you all smile and cheer.

It’s Thursday night. You are at work. You went through all the things for Daisy and her sisters. Showing her how to wash their clothes if they get too grubby and where to place the fresh eggs from your chickens. You share a cigarette with the same friend from a few days ago. “I still think you’re mad. What if he murders you? Who will I be able to gossip with then?” she nudges you as you chuckle

“If he does murder me though, can you look after the girls? I know it’s a lot to ask but if I thought I’d left them alone and they didn’t have anyon-”

“I’ll be glad to look after them” she hugs you “I knew I should’ve talked to him first. Dammit” you laugh at her. Seeing the man you hug your friend

“Goodbye my love” you smile at her as you leave her

“I’ll see you Monday night ok?” she nods and waves at you as you go to the man. He smiles at you

“M’lady” he offers you his hand as you go into the carriage he brought. You sit and look out the window, in pure shock at how perfect the materials are. You’re in even more shock when you approach the house.

“Fuck it’s huge!” he laughs as he leads you in

“We will have our own rooms. I also should tell you that some of my friends are staying over with my mother as it is a very long trip for them” you nod and look around

“This is amazing” you look at him and smile, biting your lip

“My friends are coming around midday tomorrow. I have found some dresses for you and placed them in your room” he leads you upstairs to a room “your room. The dresses are hanging in the wardrobe. I hope they are comfortable and to your liking. I shall bid you farewell and see you tomorrow” he bows slightly and leaves. You squeal and jump excitedly. Clasping your hands together as you run over and collapse onto the bed. Loving the feeling of the soft sheets on your skin. You undress and go over to the wardrobe, finding a nightgown you place it on your body. Getting into bed and falling asleep.

You wake late the next day. You stretch as you see the sun high in the sky. You get out of bed, placing a robe over your body you go downstairs. Seeing it is nearly 11 you see John and nudge him as you sit next to him on the sofa “You didn’t wake me”

“I thought you might want some rest so I told the servants to not bother you and let you wake on your own” you look at him

“You have servants?” he nods

“I do”

“Fuck me...” you whisper. He chuckles

“Our guests will be here soon. Friends about midday but mother will join us for dinner” you nod

“I should get dressed then?” he nods. You go upstairs and shut the door. No more than 10 seconds goes past when a knock on the door happens

“Umm miss” a young lady walks in “I’m here to help you dress”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m your handmaiden for the weekend”

“Fuck he is rich isn’t he?” she giggles slightly at your words as you take your night dress off. Helping you clothe yourself and brush your hair, or more just watching you do it yourself as you insist that she doesn’t need to help you if she doesn’t want to. Once you finish you hear horses outside. Suddenly nervous you turn to the maid “how do I look?”

“You look beautiful miss” you nod and go downstairs. John waits at the bottom of the stairs, holding his arm out for you to take. You do so as he walks you both to the door to open it.

“Lady Bridgerton!” he smiles and greets the woman stepping out of the cart. You suddenly go shy as you notice multiple people getting out of the carriages. You grip the man’s arm slightly tighter with a slight fear. He pats your hand in comfort “This is Isabella” you smile at the family, averting your eyes down. You’d feel a lot more confident if you could wear clothes that fitted you slightly better.

“Ahh yes. We’ve heard wonderful things about you” she smiles at you and hugs you

“You have?” she nods and places a hand either side of your face

“That you are talented and funny. He never mentioned how beautiful you were though” you chuckle slightly at the compliment. They all go inside as John whispers to you

“See? Not so bad” you nod as you all go to the dining room so you can all sit together for lunch. John sits opposite you, a man you believe to be Anthony sits one side and the other side sits a girl who you think is called Eloise. The mother, named Violet you know for certain, sits next to John. She smiles at you

“How did you two meet?”

“Umm...”

“It was an extremely romantic encounter. She was out at a park one day and I literally just bumped into her” you laugh and snort slightly, hand covering our mouth as all of the Bridgerton family looks at you “Sorry, she gets a bit overwhelmed by our first meeting” you nod and take a sip of your drink

“It was just like every girls dream”

After food the day goes past quickly as you read away most of the afternoon. John calls you all to go into a living room. You go and sit, smoothing out the fabric of your dress as you feel one of the older brothers sit next to you. You look up to see the second oldest by you, watching the door as he slumps slightly in his seat. “I’m sorry I’ve completely forgotten your name” you admit to him.

“Benedict” you nod and smile at him

“It’s nice to meet you. Have you met his mother before?” he nods and looks at you, noticing your hands smoothing your dress

“She is a kind woman, you have nothing to worry about” you laugh slightly

“Only the fact I’m meeting a random woman that I know nothing about”

“Has John not told you about her before then?” you look at him as he smiles slightly to you. You stay silent before he whispers to you “you look fine”. Just as the woman in question walks in. She smiles at everyone as she beams at you

“Oh my dear!” she exclaims. She nearly runs over to you “stand. Let me see all of you” you stand up “yes. Oh you and my son will make beautiful children together”

“Pardon?” - “Mother!” you both say in unison

“Oh. You have a beautiful face my dear. How old are you?”

“20″

“And how do you feel about children?”

“I believe children are a wonder to this world. I babysit my friend’s children all the time” she smiles and clasps her hands together

“You are just divine” she sits opposite you and beckons you to sit again, which you do. You feel Benedict smirking beside you at your obvious awkwardness. “Do you sing my love?”

“I do but I wouldn’t say I do it very well” you smile at her

“Do sing! I want to hear your voice”

“Oh no. I don’t like singing in public”

“Please. I do not mind what you sing” you nod slightly and scratch the back of your neck. You avoid eye contact with them all as you sing softly “speak up my dear. No one likes a girl who mumbles” you sing louder. Finishing they all clap

“I’ve not heard that song” the eldest son says

“I hope not, I made it up myself”

“You made that?” the eldest sister asks as you nod

“It’s not the best one I’ve done but it’s the one of the few I can remember all the words to” you pick your nails, slightly embarrassed by the praise they are all giving you.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

#benedict brigderton #benedict bridgerton smut #smut #benedict x reader #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton x reader smut #angst #fluff #benedict bridgerton angst #benedict bridgerton fluff #bridgerton angst #bridgerton smut #bridgerton fluff #benedict smut #benedict fluff #benedict angst

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fineprintedsunsets · 1 year ago

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all marvel oneshots/imagines i've written in one place. Most of my shit is 18+, I am NOT responsible for the content you consume, Minors DNI! All my master-lists follow the same key, exampled below.

🌼- Angst 🍒-Smut 🌸- Fluff ❣- Comfort

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Stephen Strange

-Study Buddies 🍒 | Your Doctor Stephen Stranges Student at the New York Hospital, You decide to ask him for help on medical papers with a due date up and coming. After all, he is your mentor, how could he refuse you?

-Shower Thoughts 🍒🌸 | Stephen Strange was known to be a dick, but what his could do far outweighed his smart mouth.

-Ray Of Sunshine 🌸❣ | You and Stephen establish a safe word, fluffy aftercare + guilty Stephen wanting to make it up to the reader.

-Below Zero 🍒🌼 | The Rotunda Gateways have filled the Sanctum with snow, when you come to Master Strange with your issue, he insists you fall asleep with his cock inside of you, to warm you up, of course.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Loki Laufeyson

-Birthday Girl 🍒🌸 | It’s Kasey’s 23rd birthday, and her boyfriend, Loki Laufeyson being who he is, must go all out. They catch a film at a real 1960s drive-in, but a movie isn’t the only thing Loki came here to watch.

-Club Kisses 🍒🌼 | Kasey has just broken up with her boyfriend, while at a bar nursing, her wounds she meets two brothers, and one of them offers her a deal.

-God Of Mischief 🍒 | After receiving an invitation to one of Stark Industries Launch Partys, a certain god pays you a visit. Is Loki Laufeyson here to cause trouble, or perhaps seek it out?

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Tony Stark

-Honey 🍒 | Tony Stark is your boss, nothing more. So why is it that when you admit to him your having certain “issues” he takes it into his own hands? Or legs, per se.

-Pushing The Wrong Buttons 🍒🌸❣ | Stark Distrubution’s Literary Department houses Anna, and her (rational) fear of tight spaces and heights. It is until she finds herself stuck in an elevator with the one person she hoped to avoid. (mild panic attack comfort).

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Bucky Barnes

-Pinky Promises Master-List 🍒🌸🌼| You met Bucky while delivering something for a friend, and from that night on, he’s regretted it.

-Red Room Toy Collection Master-List 🍒🌸🌼 | Bucky loves toys, when he uses them on you, that is.

-Pick Up, Doll 🍒🌸 | You receive a face time call in the dead of night from the winter soldier himself, and he sounds very needy.

-Dead Ringer 🍒🌼 | You and Bucky have found refuge in an underground bunker, and it's breaking you both.

-Buck In The Backrooms | just a short comedic imagine

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Steve Rogers

-Teddy Bear ❣| Your skin is crawling, but Steve is there, he always is.

-Muted 🍒❣| Steve's been rather busy, all you want is his attention, but the way you go about it gets you in a bit of trouble.

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mctoran · 1 month ago

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Masters of Keys and Games

A Keymaster vs Game Master tale written in collaboration between myself and @1000dumplings

http://backrooms-pantheon.wikidot.com/masters-of-keys-and-games

#the backrooms #backrooms #backrooms pantheon #the keymaster #entity 99 #the game master #creepypasta #scp #scp foundation

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fur-claws-and-eyeballs · 1 year ago

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The Lost Boys and DnD

First of all, Sam and the Frog brothers are huge freaking nerds. You KNOW they get into DnD at some point. Maybe there's a local group of DnD-ers that use the backroom of the comic store to host their games that gets them into it. Maybe Sam discovers the Players/Monsters/DMs handbooks being sold in the store one day and gets curious.

Maybe the Frog brothers market it as a way for vampire hunters to mentally prepare themselves for the strategies and horror of war. (The Curse of Strahd campaign wasn't released until like 2016, but we can pretend it was released 20 years earlier, lmao...Or it's just a Homebrew campaign, maybe even set in Santa Carla...)

I honestly feel like Edgar would be a really good DM because he would get so into storytelling and character voices. (He also gets frustrated as hell when Sam does something stupid/clever and completely bypasses a big battle or event that he had planned)

They tried having Sam DM, but his campaigns included more puzzles and diplomacy than battle, and having the Frogs just brute force their way through every session was disheartening.

"We clearly need at least one person with a functioning brain in the party," says Sam, retiring from DMing permanently.

But they're only three people so Sam begs Michael to join them. And listen, Michael is VERY aware of how people might perceive him, and he is not about to join his little brother and his dweeb friends in nerdom.

But Lucy, because she's wonderful, lets the boys run their campaign in the kitchen on Saturdays, and Michael, despite his best efforts, finds himself lingering in the doorway. He keeps stopping to look at the board, being drawn into Edgar's storytelling, and Sam's overly complicated plans (plans that fail and inevitably end up with him rolling for bluff, AGAIN), and Alan's insistence that they ignore diplomacy in favor of just killing everyone. (Don't get it twisted though, Alan is a master of the dice, he knows exactly how to stack his advantages and buffs for the maximum amount of damage/success.)

Michael probably can't help but chime in on occasion, "Did it occur to you idiots that the mysterious key that you found in your tavern room has a purpose and that it might go to the padlock that lets you into the Mayor's house?"

"Well, let's see you do better, Mikey!"

So Michael inevitably joins and now it's the four of them. Slaying Vampires and solving mysteries. But then...

"Hey, Michael, me and the Boys are going to a party at the abandoned cannery on Saturday, you in?" asks David one day.

"I, uh, already have plans with my family on Saturday, man, sorry," answers Michael, desperately trying to keep images of miniatures and dice out of his head.

Except, this is the fifth Saturday in a row that Mikey has begged off of hanging out with the gang, and now they're getting a little suspicious...

...

Anyway, time skip and give me Bard Paul trying to fuck the dragon.

Sam: "It would literally kill you."

Paul: "But what a way to go!"

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #DnD #dungeons and dragons #text post #writing #fanfiction #fanfiction ideas #writing prompt #what if

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nikubunbun · 2 years ago

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Hello and Welcome to the Official blog about a Backrooms group known as The Pantheon.

The Pantheon is a group of powerful godlike entities that oversee everything. It all begins with the Pillars, which are the incarnations of certain concepts. These concepts vary from fundamental ones that keep reality together (Such as Chaos) to those related to lesser subjects, yet still important (Love, Justice).

The Pillars create Avatars, which represent but an infinitesimal fraction of their power and obtain a part of their abilities. Avatars can have all kinds of forms and can be of infinite number. Usually they do not represent all aspects of a concept, but often focus on specific traits of one.

The avatars are incarnated all throughout the multiverse, with two prominent versions of the pantheon being known across the Fandom and Wikidot of the Backrooms. Both versions are canon in the Backrooms multiverse, though this blog will focus on the Wikidot version. Information about them can be found here:

http://backrooms-wiki.wikidot.com/pantheon-hub

http://backrooms-wiki.wikidot.com/the-pantheon

In this blog, it will be possible to ask the Gods themselves any kind of intriguing question. Favorite foods? Dynamics? Not like they have anything better to do nowadays, with the fall of the Pantheon.

Scenarios and AUs can also be enacted, and you'll be able to see them in all kinds of situations. Want an AU where all the gods turn into babies? That can happen. Requests can be made as long as they are kept SFW. (Absolutely no NSFW questions/scenarios)

Ask the Gods about personal questions, dig deep into their intricate story and find out what happened to the Pantheon and its members through their words!

The characters that will be the protagonists of the blog are listed below:

Argos

Philia (Æ’gaph), Olivia

The Pillar Scribe, the Terminus

Icarus

The Dark Sovereign

Fengári

Blanche (Azel’kyra)

The Game Master, Puzzle Maker, Komo’oide

The Red Knight, Jaga’dain

Y’liad

The Keymaster, Kei’

Nostalgi Gaius

Kirai (Xal’kyrai)

Val

Everyone is available.

(Art drawn by https://twitter.com/BUBBLINGBEACH go check them out they are pretty cool : 3)

( @mctoran @justapikachusart Two very cool collaborators that are very poggers, go check them out)

#the backrooms #backrooms fanart #keymaster #game master #ask away!#backrooms pantheon

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yourdarlingness · 9 months ago

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Autisms at you. A gender connected to Entity X aka The Keymaster from the backrooms?? may feel mysterious, unpredictable, void like, and non human. may feel godlike as well due to the key master being able to teleport, generate keys to any backrooms level (though he can't pick which one appears) and both safe and aggressive entities seem to fear him for unknown reasons :33

done — hope i did right ! especially the coloring !

#✦　┈　completed

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poppy-walker · 2 years ago

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BIOGRAPHY | MUSINGS

BASICS.

character name: poppy grace walker

nicknames: pop(s), walker, red

age & dob: december 18th, 1996 (26)

gender identity & pronouns: female, she/her/hers

sexual orientation & relationship status: bisexual, it’s complicated

residential area: outpost

occupation: owner of rattlesnake’s

length of time in salt flats: entire life up until eighteen, back for six months

faceclaim: abigail cowen

FAMILY.

mother: josie price (wc)

father: jimmy walker

cousins: wc

BIOGRAPHY.

cancer tw

It’d been Poppy and her dad for as long as she could remember.

Rumor had it that her mother had been a dancer at the local strip club that Salt Flats native Jimmy Walker had taken over. The two had fallen in love–or at least, fallen in lust–the result of which being two little lines on a white stick and a redheaded baby born not even nine full months later. Somewhere in that time, Poppy’s mother had decided she actually wasn’t cut out for motherhood, and promptly disappeared, leaving in a cloud of dust. When it settled, it was just Jimmy and Poppy left standing.

Jimmy Walker, on the other hand, had been made for fatherhood. It came to him as most things did–not naturally, but through trial and error, some elbow grease and his own handiwork, but was by far his most rewarding endeavor. It wasn’t the most conventional childhood, practically living in the backroom of Rattlesnake’s; doing her homework at the bar, falling asleep on the sofa in her dad’s office only to wake up tucked in her own bed, but it was the only one she’d ever known, and she wouldn’t have traded it for anything.

Despite a happy childhood, Poppy had always longed for more than what she felt Salt Flats–maybe even Texas in general–could offer her. Her dad said she took after her mother, that way, the only time he’d really even speak of her; smart as a whip, and too curious for her own good. He’d always known the day would come where she too would leave him, and all he could do was pray that he’d taught her all she needed to know before that day came.

And it did eventually, on the other side of high school graduation, through an acceptance letter to the University of Chicago. A whopping 1,395.9 miles, though it might as well have been a whole other world away. It was a little funny, how all she’d dreamed until that moment had been about getting out, and yet with the key to it finally in her hands, Poppy could only think about what (who) it was she was leaving behind.

It did not stop her from leaving, however.

To say Chicago was a culture shock would be an understatement. The undergraduate enrollment alone was nearly double the entire size of back home, and the quick pace of the city was more than she’d ever been equipped to handle. There was a period of time where she considered quitting, admitting that she was in way over her head, and needed to return to the world she knew…but everytime she thought about reaching for that phone, there was Jimmy’s voice in her head, reminding her that he hadn’t raised a quitter, and to just put a little more elbow grease into it.

One semester passed, then the next, and the next after that…she mastered the L train, was won over by deep dish pizza, even managed to catch a game at Wrigley Field. Slowly lost the southern twang (not completely, just enough that people stopped asking where she was from as soon as she opened her mouth), accustomed to the Chicago cold, graduated with a degree in Business. Before she knew it, the four years that’d once felt like they had no end in sight passed in a blink of an eye, and Poppy found herself once more itching for a new adventure.

It was how she’d ended up in Los Angeles to work on her master’s degree, soaking in the warm California sun, and allowing herself to plant down some roots. All the pieces in her life finally felt as if they were beginning to click into place…

And then Jimmy got sick.

Metastatic lung cancer. Mets in his brain, lungs, his liver; a phone call that’d turned Poppy’s entire world on its head. The weeks following it had been nothing but a blur–subletting her apartment, packing up what she could and booking the first plane ticket back home, planted right by his side for that first surgery. The odds were not in his favor, but they weren’t zero either, the doctor’s assured her, and with a proper support system in place they’d only grow stronger.

That was about six months ago, and Poppy has taken to her role as Jimmy’s caretaker (much to his chagrin), bouncing back and forth between checking on him and making sure Rattlesnake’s is running smoothly. If she thought about it for too long, if she allowed herself, she’d notice there was a certain disconnect she felt between herself and the place she called home…but lucky for Poppy, she doesn’t have much time to dwell on herself these days.

CURRENT CONNECTIONS.

@coltonwrights one that got away

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

friends from high school/childhood

frequent customers or employees of rattlesnake’s

neighbors

drinking buddies/someone that’ll help her let loose

cousins

people she could’ve met/reconnected with in either chicago or la

to be posted as a wc: the situationship (the complicated in it's complicated) she left behind in la who moved to texas to show her he's serious/wants a future with her

#saltflatsintro #about poppy #biography #tw cancer

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lleeroon-blog · 4 months ago

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Moira and Leeannes Journal Turdas 26th of Suns Dawn 4e 202

These boots of waterwalking truly are made by a master. It enhances the waters surface tension and makes it seem as though youre walking on solid rock. We enter the ship through a hatch near the anchor hole, with Leeanne ordering that she gets the final kill on the emperor, saying that since I had killed Mercer, she kills the emperor. Makes No difference to me.

Slash, Stab, Slice. Knok, Stretch, Thwip, Thunk The month of the dark brotherhood being "Dead" has made the guards Lax. Lazy. They didn't expect anyone to board their ship. It was almost Too easy clearing out the Emperors Royal Guard. The skeleton keys worth its weight in gold on this ship. So many locked doors, so easily broken into. The Ships Lieutenant was easy enough to dispatch. One arrow into the wood, one knife across his throat. Even had the Master Key on him. The key that opens the Emperors Quarters. One More Kill. This shall be Leeannes Honor.

When i had shifted and opened the Door, Mede wasnt scared at all to see a large wolfwoman enter his chambers. Hell, he was cordial. He went on about us having a date with destiny and all that. I had cut him off with a grab to his collar, preparing to split his head in my jaws like a ripe melon. But before that, he had asked Us to Kill Motierre afterward, which was already on my list. His Flesh was Delicious. Utterly sweet and succulent. The taste of Royalty, Fat with Exquisite meats and Wines. After Feasting on our prey, i had made my way Outside, tearing through the rest of the Guard and making my way back to the solitude docks, to cross the Maro Betrayer off of our list. barely even a fight. With that, we head back to Whiterun to end this entire Saga once and For All

When i had arrived within the bannered mare, the richman's guard was swigging meade down at the bar, and told me that he was in the backroom to talk. When i had entered and closed the door behind me, Mottiere pulled me into a hug. Jumping and cheering about how i had served skyrim in ways i couldn't ever know. Then afterwards he released me and sent me on my way, telling me that our payment was in Volenruund, where we first met. When he turned around, i placed my hand on his shoulder, pulled him in close and covered his mouth. "Mede says hello", I whispered into his ear as i slid my knife across his throat, cleaving through his flesh like a hot knife through mammoth cheese. Afterwards, Leeanne got to feast on the poor fool. Delicious. After that, i had chased after Rexas who had made his way onto the second floor of the bannered mare. I had tackled him through the door leading into Saadias room and feasted upon him in there. Poor Girl had to see that. From there, we had made our way to the under-forge and out the back, sprinting our way to Volenruund and collecting our payment. 20,000 septims. More than enough compensation for this entire ordeal. Now to get this money to the Dawnstar sanctuary.

When i entered the dawnstar sanctuary, Nazir pulled me into a hug... So much Hugging today. When i had told him the payment, he had laughed and said that it was definitely worth our while. After that, he sent me to riften to speak to Delvin mallory to get upgrades for our sanctuary. As i stepped out, i was greeted by the Mad Jester Cicero. He started talking about how foolish it was to spare him and how foolish it was to spare him. I had my sword half out its scabbard when he had started laughing about how much of a joke it was and how everything was hunky fucking dorey. He then Blew past me and went to tend to the corpse... The people i surround myself with.. Onto riften.

Spoke to Mallory and i spent ALL of the gold i had gained on refitting the sanctuary. I think I'm gonna lay my head down in Whiterun for a few days. Hircine protect me.

#skyrim #journal #werewolf #roleplay

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flowres921 · 5 months ago

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How to Train Your Team for Efficient Client Backroom Management

Efficient client backroom management is crucial for the smooth operation of any business. A well-trained team ensures that administrative tasks are handled seamlessly, allowing your company to focus on core activities and client satisfaction. In this blog, we'll discuss the steps to train your team for efficient client backroom management, ensuring they are equipped with the skills and knowledge necessary to excel in their roles.

Understand the Importance of Efficient Client Backroom Management

Before diving into training, it's essential to understand why efficient client backroom management is so important. Backroom operations include a variety of tasks such as data entry, record keeping, billing, and customer support. Efficient management of these tasks leads to:

Increased productivity: Streamlined processes reduce time spent on administrative tasks.

Enhanced accuracy: Proper training minimizes errors in data entry and record keeping.

Improved customer satisfaction: Timely and accurate handling of client information improves overall client experience.

Develop a Comprehensive Training Program

A structured training program is the cornerstone of efficient client backroom management. Here are the key components to include:

Assess Current Skills and Knowledge

Start by evaluating your team's current skills and knowledge. This can be done through assessments, surveys, and performance reviews. Understanding where your team stands will help you tailor the training program to address specific gaps and build on existing strengths.

Define Clear Objectives

Set clear, achievable objectives for the training program. Objectives should align with your company's goals and the specific requirements of efficient client backroom management. Examples of objectives include:

Mastering specific software tools used in backroom operations.

Understanding best practices for data entry and record keeping.

Enhancing communication skills for better client interaction.

Utilize a Variety of Training Methods

Incorporate different training methods to cater to various learning styles. Some effective methods include:

Workshops and seminars: Provide hands-on training and interactive sessions.

Online courses and webinars: Offer flexibility and access to a wide range of resources.

Mentorship programs: Pair less experienced team members with seasoned professionals.

Implement Regular Training Sessions

Training should not be a one-time event but an ongoing process. Regular training sessions ensure that your team stays updated with the latest tools, techniques, and best practices in client backroom management. Schedule periodic refresher courses and advanced training to keep skills sharp.

Foster a Culture of Continuous Improvement

Creating a culture that values continuous improvement is key to maintaining efficient client backroom management. Encourage your team to seek out new knowledge and skills and provide opportunities for growth and development.

Encourage Feedback and Open Communication

Foster an environment where team members feel comfortable providing feedback and discussing challenges. Regularly gather input from your team about the training program and backroom processes. Use this feedback to make necessary adjustments and improvements.

Recognize and Reward Achievements

Acknowledging and rewarding your team's achievements can motivate them to maintain high standards of efficiency. Implement a recognition program that highlights outstanding performance in client backroom management. This could include awards, bonuses, or public recognition during team meetings.

Invest in Technology and Tools

Efficient client backroom management often depends on the right tools and technology. Invest in reliable software solutions that streamline backroom operations. Ensure your team is well-trained in using these tools to maximize their benefits.

Monitor and Measure Performance

Regularly monitor and measure your team's performance to ensure that training efforts are effective. Use key performance indicators (KPIs) such as accuracy rates, turnaround times, and customer satisfaction scores to evaluate performance. Share these metrics with your team and use them to identify areas for further improvement.

Conclusion

Training your team for efficient client backroom management is an ongoing process that requires a comprehensive approach. By assessing current skills, setting clear objectives, utilizing varied training methods, and fostering a culture of continuous improvement, you can ensure that your team is well-equipped to handle backroom operations efficiently. At Flowres, we believe that investing in your team's development is the key to achieving excellence in client backroom management. By following these steps, you can create a high-performing team that contributes to the overall success of your business.

#ClientBackroom #BackroomOperations #ClientServices

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muutosarchive · 2 years ago

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﹟ office sex﹕ sender & receiver have sex in an office setting . willhenry

they're drunk. a party today has left decorations up, which henry got bored of cleaning when he went to go find will. he who'd wandered off, (again). after he'd had to hold onto henry, while he climbed up their rickety old ladder. (from their later diner days). of course it had been abrupt. will had walked out to smoke a cigarette, & headed straight into his office. waving a hand & mumbling some shit or the other -- henry couldn't hear through his sigh. blowing curls from his forehead. emily yelling something spurred by irritation, & uncalled for.. probably.

ten minutes later, henry huffs an already half-forgotten armful of banners -- you know, the triangular ones. dumped slowly on the table, on their way to a black trash bag. the co-owner traversing down the hall, & imposing his master key on the lock..

he'd uttered a curse & some words of apology, though henry was undoubtedly unsure of what his body was doing. hand raised in aversion, face pink -- met with the sight of william. knees splitting legs down the middle, as the hunched body arched. head thrown back with a hand in his pants... handling himself with... mild urgency. yet he'd stopped -- stalled, & instead of leaving... henry found himself tugging his sweater vest whilst his other hand pulled the door closed. having switched, to accommodate the directional difference.

from there things were a blur. his dazed expression moved to his knees & taking will into his hand, where rough palms lead promptly to his mouth. clumsily working over the man, who'd hissed & grimaced. almost as if he were in pain. relief doubling for henry's fright... will's hands in his hair, alternating. his long legs still scrambling about. when he'd raised for air, they'd kissed a while - henry bending over will's chair before he raised upward. insistent, raising up onto the desk with little more than his vest & shirt on. unbuttoned.. & you know the rest.

henry's pants are currently open. hastily pulled out, whilst he leans over will -- who's definitely testing the soundproofing in their backroom. both of henry's thick arms propping him up on either side of william's torso, seeing as the taller man had wound up pushed back against his own desk. one of his hands at the base of henry's skull, & the other? definitely somewhere. sweat soaked curls shake from his face (unsuccessfully) in his deep yet hesitant thrusts into his friend. humming, chest heaving. hot beneath his clothes.. he reaches up to clumsily shove will's hair away from his face. a bit rough, accidentally. trying to regain his drunken balance, before falling to his arm again. "we really shouldn't be doing this, you know." he grunts, head falling down against will's. "were you thinking about this since earlier? before the party?" his eyes are closed, henry doesn't know if he likes talking so much... moving to bury his face in will's neck as he continues his ruts. not practiced, & definitely shuddery. "christ sake.." you're tight. he murmurs, huffing into the wet skin there.

"-- i thought we talked about this." wrong place wrong time, emily. you're lucky he won't walk out on you. but maybe you knew that.

#closed muse * / henry emily #bulletb1te #suggestive tw #misc * / answered #oooooof oof oof #...

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✪ Bucky Barnes Master list. All one-shots/drabbles/mini-series written on my fav super soldier :)

✪ Trigger Warnings are displayed at the start of each chapter, show your support with reblogs and likes. Feel free to rant in the comments. {more fics are always being added ;) }

✪ Navigation | Marvel-Masterlist | b.barnes playlist

Key:

♢- smut

✧ -fluff

♡ -comfort

☻- angst

Mini-Series

Pinky Promises - Part 1 ♢ ✧ ☻ | Part 2 ♢ ✧ | Part 3 ♢ ✧ (completed) You met Bucky while delivering something for a friend, and from that night on, he’s regretted it.

Red Room Toy Collection - Part 1 ♢ | (ongoing)

Bucky loves toys, when he uses them on you, that is

Dead Ringer - Part 1 ♢ ☻ | Part 2 (ongoing) (part 2 is with steve, but the lore is connected) You and Bucky have found refuge in an underground bunker, and it's breaking you both.

One-Shots

Pick up, doll ♢ ✧

You receive a face time call in the dead of night from the winter soldier himself, and he sounds very needy.

Dead Ringer (bucky ver.) ♢ ☻

You and Bucky have found refuge in an underground bunker, and it's breaking you both.

Jaw Breaker ♢☻

Bucky's been hired to watch you as a favor to his best friend; your father. But when a game of spin the bottle has Bucky choking on his words, he just can't help himself anymore.

A.I.R ♢

Your "Bucky Bots" are acting odd, and you're determined to fix the malfunction.

Drabbles

Buck In The Backrooms

just a short comedic imagine

Better Tomorrow ♡

Bucky promises you a better tomorrow.

Mini-Series

The Wolf-Lamb Trials - Part 1 ♢ ☻♡ | Part 2 | Part 3♢☻

Deep in the Wakandan countryside, a predator stalks through the tall grasses in wait of his prey. He doesn't know though, this will be the toughest lamb yet.

One-Shots

Drabbles

Mini-Series

One-Shots

Cupcake Affairs ♢ ✧☻

Your sugar daddy will make sure you get anything you want, even if it's another man.

Drabbles

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asmutwriter · 2 years ago

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Just A Woman (Part 1)

DESCRIPTION: You work at the local brothel, trying to get enough money to survive the difficult time period. But then a customer gives you an offer you can’t refuse.

A/N - I watched Bridgerton and I love Anthony but then I read one fic about Benedict and now I’m hooked

If you would like to read these chapters in more sizeable chunks then I have split this part into 4 pieces

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

WORD COUNT: 12,538

Next / Master List

WARNINGS: Smut (of course), swearing, mentions of prostitution, time period sexism, dom Benedict, sub reader, mentions of sex work

DISCLAIMERS

- I wrote this in my knowledge of sex workers and I am truly sorry if I got it wrong and/or is offensive, that is not what I wanted to do and I’m sorry if that is the case

- This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

You go back into the house, a young girl reading a book comes out. You smile and tap her on the shoulder, as she turns to look at you. You grab the book from her hand and run from her.

“Isa!” she yells and chases you

“It’s romantic”

“It’s slightly sickening”

“I can’t help it if you’re inexperienced in the ways of love” you laugh

“Sickening”

“Romantic” you chuckle as you look outside

“You must’ve read her book before” another girl walks out, sticking her tongue out at her sister. You laugh

“It was her fault” they all say in unison and point at each other. You roll your eyes

“Whiskey. Helps settle my nerves”

“Why are you nervous?”

“I’ve never been in a brothel before” he admits to you. You chuckle slightly, stroking his hand with the tip of your finger

“I can show you how it works if you want” he shakes his head

“I’d quite like to just chat to you to be honest” he takes another sip of his drink “what’s your name?”

“What do you want it to be?” he raises an eyebrow at you. You let out a soft sigh

“It’s Isabella. Most of my friends call me Isa though” he nods

“John” you nod.

“What brings you here John? I assume you aren’t here for the obvious reason that is” he takes the last of his drink, ordering another one.

“I normally live in France but I am here for business reasons. I leave for France again on Tuesday. I’m currently at a place just down the road from here” you nod

“Are you staying with family?” he shakes his head

“I- oh my god...” you look at the number but swallow sadly “I’m sorry. I can’t leave my family for a whole week. I’m the oldest one and Id worry too much” he nods

“The weekend then. Mother comes on Saturday, so come Friday and leave Monday” you nod slightly

“I will have to check in with my family but… yes.” he smiles as he hug you.

“I will meet you here in 2 days” he smiles at you as he stands and walks out. You look at the number he wrote down and squeal in excitement.

“I have some amazing news for you all” you show them the number on the piece of paper “guess how much I’m going to get payed this weekend”

“Holy shit”

“Holy shit indeed” the second oldest daughter takes the paper and looks at it.

“We’re going to be rich”

“How are you getting payed that much?”

“I love you too” you hug her and her 5 sisters, “Were going to be so rich!” you all smile and cheer.

“If he does murder me though, can you look after the girls? I know it’s a lot to ask but if I thought I’d left them alone and they didn’t have anyon-”

“I’ll be glad to look after them” she hugs you “I knew I should’ve talked to him first. Dammit” you laugh at her. Seeing the man you hug your friend

“Goodbye my love” you smile at her as you leave her

“I’ll see you Monday night ok?” she nods and waves at you as you go to the man. He smiles at you

“Fuck it’s huge!” he laughs as he leads you in

“We will have our own rooms. I also should tell you that some of my friends are staying over with my mother as it is a very long trip for them” you nod and look around

“This is amazing” you look at him and smile, biting your lip

“I thought you might want some rest so I told the servants to not bother you and let you wake on your own” you look at him

“You have servants?” he nods

“I do”

“Fuck me...” you whisper. He chuckles

“Our guests will be here soon. Friends about midday but mother will join us for dinner” you nod

“I should get dressed then?” he nods. You go upstairs and shut the door. No more than 10 seconds goes past when a knock on the door happens

“Umm miss” a young lady walks in “I’m here to help you dress”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m your handmaiden for the weekend”

“You look beautiful miss” you nod and go downstairs. John waits at the bottom of the stairs, holding his arm out for you to take. You do so as he walks you both to the door to open it.

“Ahh yes. We’ve heard wonderful things about you” she smiles at you and hugs you

“You have?” she nods and places a hand either side of your face

“That you are talented and funny. He never mentioned how beautiful you were though” you chuckle slightly at the compliment. They all go inside as John whispers to you

“How did you two meet?”

“Umm...”

“It was just like every girls dream”

“Benedict” you nod and smile at him

“It’s nice to meet you. Have you met his mother before?” he nods and looks at you, noticing your hands smoothing your dress

“She is a kind woman, you have nothing to worry about” you laugh slightly

“Only the fact I’m meeting a random woman that I know nothing about”

“Oh my dear!” she exclaims. She nearly runs over to you “stand. Let me see all of you” you stand up “yes. Oh you and my son will make beautiful children together”

“Pardon?” - “Mother!” you both say in unison

“Oh. You have a beautiful face my dear. How old are you?”

“20″

“And how do you feel about children?”

“I believe children are a wonder to this world. I babysit my friend’s children all the time” she smiles and clasps her hands together

“You are just divine” she sits opposite you and beckons you to sit again, which you do. You feel Benedict smirking beside you at your obvious awkwardness. “Do you sing my love?”

“I do but I wouldn’t say I do it very well” you smile at her

“Do sing! I want to hear your voice”

“Oh no. I don’t like singing in public”

“I’ve not heard that song” the eldest son says

“I hope not, I made it up myself”

“You made that?” the eldest sister asks as you nod

“It’s not the best one I’ve done but it’s the one of the few I can remember all the words to” you pick your nails, slightly embarrassed by the praise they are all giving you.

Night comes and goes, and so does the morning. You all have lunch together, then early the Saturday afternoon you see Eloise reading. You read it over her shoulder. “May I help you?” she asks as you shake your head

“Just bored. I want to do something” just as Johns mother walks into the room, John holding her arm. She smiles at you

“You could sing for us some more my dear if you are bored”

“Oh I don’t think people want to hear my voice anymore” she laughs

“Sing my dear. I do not care what the others think of your voice. I find it divine and want to hear more” you nod and look at the now several pairs of eyes on you.

“As you wish” you go over to the piano and start playing. Typically, you go for a slow love song. They all clap afterwards. Eloise looks at you

“Why do you always sing about love and romance?”

“It’s the easiest thing to think of on the spot”

“I wish you would change it up a bit”

“Oh. Is that a challenge?” she laughs

“I doubt you would be able to think of one” she scoffs “when I can find a woman who doesn’t want marriage” you bite your lip anxiously. You stand up and go in front of her, holding your hand out for her to take. “What?”

“You are joining me. You wanted something different did you not?” she nods “then take my hand and trust me” she laughs slightly, but intrigued she take your outstretched hand. You look at her as you lift your skirt slightly, so she can easily see your feet. You hear Violet go to say something but you notice John shake his head. She lifts her skirt up to, just above the ankles. “Foot forward. Heal to the floor” you show her, as she copies. “Hit twice, then go back and hit your toes to the floor twice” you show her as she copies. You show her the rest of the dance, she copies as best she can. “Now turn to me and dance down the length of the room, hands pressed to each other” she nods and does as you do.

“I don’t believe you’ve actually done this to a song you’ve made up” you raise an eyebrow to her, going over to a little table you hit the top, creating a rhythmical thudding noise. Johns mother smiles and does the same on a table near her as you stand and do the dance. Once getting to the other end you start to sing, repeating the dance. Going back to her, you take her hand, doing the dance with her, nodding and smiling at her as she manages to keep up. After the dance you stop, bowing to each other and smiling

“I hope you enjoyed that. I and my friends have a full dance routine to that song. It looks cool when we all do it”

“Are they coming to the dance tomorrow?” Daphne speaks up. You shake your head

“Unfortunately no. It’d be unfair to only invite one of them but I think only one is old enough to go to a dance” she nods as Johns mother turns to the woman as they begin discussing tomorrow’s ball. You bite the nail of your thumb as you suddenly realise you will be likely required to dance in a more proper fashion and you only tend to do more… eccentric dancing so you need to brush up on your more posh dances.

So, when it gets late at night you go into the drawing room. It is the furthest away from the bedrooms so if you knock something over or fall over yourself you’ll be less likely to wake the family here. You practice the steps of your feet, counting out loud the numbers. “One two step one two step and spin. One two step one two step and spin” you repeat. “And spin, spin, spin, spi- holy fuck” you get made jump as you see Benedict standing in the doorway. You place your hand over your heart “you scared me half to death” he chuckles

“Apologies miss. I didn’t mean to” he pauses a moment “You’re pretty good at dancing too”

“Thank you. It’s not my best talent but it’s one of them”

“Where did you learn?” you run your hand through your hair

“I umm, I taught myself actually. I would always picture myself at fancy balls or parties”

“Have you never been to a ball before?”

“No. Unfortunately not. Not ones that I can dance to. I snuck into a couple before, weddings mainly. Get free food and drinks that way. But I couldn’t dance at those ones as I didn’t want to bring attention to myself” he nods

“You’ve not danced with anyone then, have you?” you avert his eyes

“Is it really that obvious?” he laughs and walks over to you

“I can only tell because your hands are in the wrong places” he takes your hand, placing it on his shoulder, taking your other one in his as he places his hand on your waist “you need to have a more relaxed frame. Yours is up to high” you nod as he smiles at you “Now count again” you nod as he takes the lead, surprising yourself with the fact you don’t tread on his toes at all. Once you both find a rhythm your curiosity gets the better of you.

“Why are you up so late?”

“Couldn’t sleep. Came down for a drink and I heard you counting in here”

“So you aren’t just stalking me?” he laughs

“I’m going to spin you, ok?” you nod as he slowly spins you under his arm, pulling you back into the dance. “Where did you and John really meet?”

“What do you mean?”

“Considering how long he’s been talking about meeting this amazing woman you are not quite what any of us expected. Plus, he doesn’t seem to be fully attached to you. You seem to be like strangers to each other. Makes me think you don’t know each other very well”

“I thought your sister was meant to be the smart one of the group?” he laughs

“Is that meant as a compliment or an insult?” you smile at him as he spins you again

“A compliment. I’m not sure who I’m allowed to tell though so if I tell you then you have to keep it a secret”

“Promise”

“Pinkie promise” you keep the dance up but move the hand that’s holding his upwards, holding your pinkie finger near him. He nods and takes your finger with his

“I promise” you smile and go back to taking his hand and dancing.

“He came into my work one night and asked me to be his female friend for this weekend” he raises his eyebrows at you slightly

“You work?” you nod and avoid his eyes.

“Got any more dances you think I need to know about before tomorrow?” you say as you change the subject

“None that I can think of. You’re good considering you’ve never danced with anyone before”

“Will I need to know the quick paced ones?”

“Possibly?”

“I might just sit those ones out if they are a part of the event” he nods

“Might be for the best” you move away from him, letting your arms fall to your sides as you look him in the eyes as your own dart to his lips for a second, and then look away. You feel his eyes scan over your body quickly before he stretches and looks away from you.

“Considering how late it is, I’m really not tired” he nods in agreement

“No neither am I” you look at the clock in the room

“Fuck it’s nearly 2am” he laughs slightly. “What?” you look at him

“I’m not used to such words falling from the mouth of a woman who looks so well dressed” you laugh

“I think I’ve done pretty well to not have vulgar language in front of your family though. One of the few things John said to me was to not swear” he nods as he watches you go over to the bookshelf in the room. “I love the book selection this house has” Picking one out you flick through the pages. You let out an annoyed groan as you put it back

“All of them except that one I presume?” you nod as he comes to stand by you

“I dislike romances”

“Why?”

“They are an awful representation of a woman and how she thinks” he furrows his brows as he looks at you

“I would’ve thought they are quite accurate” you laugh and turn to look at him, seeing his soft eyes contrast the slight irritation of the rest of his face “doesn’t everyone want love?”

“Yes. But it isn’t always possible. Most of the time woman and men marry for convenience, not love. It gives girls a terrible idea of how their adult life could look like when the reality is far worse” you see his brow go to normal again as he watches the candlelight dance on your skin. “I always dreamed I’d marry a handsome prince. That a man would meet me one day and he would fall in love with me and we’d live happily ever after in a castle. I realised that men don’t want anyone who doesn’t have anything to offer” you lightly touch the spine of the book you had just held in your hand “men want an untouched woman who’s main purpose is to sit still, look pretty and have children. Not one with a lot to say and an intelligent mind”

“You have a very biased opinion of love”

“Have you ever been in love?” he shakes his head

“No. I’ve liked people but never loved anyone. Have you ever been in love?”

“No I don’t suppose I have. At least not in the ways that books describe it as. I loved my friend and I love her children but that is a platonic love” he nods

“What about your parents?” you laugh slightly

“I don’t have any parents. I did have someone who looked after me but she died about 4 years ago” you see him watching you out of the corner of your eye. “Sorry. Telling you my whole sob story which you probably don’t care about”

“No. Please go on. So long as you are ok talking about it” you nod slightly. He hesitates at first before he takes your hand as a way to comfort you

“There’s not really much else to say. I now live with her children and look after them” you chuckle slightly as you turn to face him, meeting his eyes in the low light of the room. Your breath catches slightly as you take a few seconds to take in his features. You mentally shake yourself and look away, but subconsciously tighten your hand around his. He raises an eyebrow to you

“Are you ok?” you nod

“Yeah. Fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” he chuckles slightly

“You seem nervous is all?”

“Yeah. I’m nervous about the ball tomorrow” he smiles at you

“You will be fine” he brushes a hair behind your ear, watching your cheeks turn red. “It is late. We should be off to bed” you nod

“Goodnight Mr Bridgerton” you say as you walk calmly to your room. You get in and shut the door, placing your back against the cold wood you smile to yourself and get into bed.

The next morning you awaken late again. You get dressed and go downstairs. After you have had breakfast you go to find Violet. You bow to her slightly as you see her “Lady Bridgerton. I’m sorry to bother you but I was wondering if I could have your help. I’m not fully acquainted with balls and I am unsure of which dress to wear” she smiles and looks at you

“My dear, I’d be happy to help you” you both go to your room, showing her your dresses she picks out the prettiest one for you. Holding it up against your body “Yes this one. The colour will suit you just fine” she smiles and lies it on the bed “get dressed about 10 minutes before it starts. It will ensure your dress stays as nice as it can be for when the guests arrive” you nod and smile at her, bowing as she leaves the room. You go over and gently trace the fabric of the dress.

The day seems to take longer than normal as you pace around the house. Anxious about tonight. You get dressed into the gown, one of the maids helping you do up your corset and put the dress on. You walk out to see all the Bridgerton’s and John waiting for you. You smile and go over to John. You see him put a finger up “I have something I want you to wear tonight. A gift from me to you” he turns and takes out a box. Opening it he reveals a beautiful necklace. The colours matching perfectly to your dress.

“Holy shit!” you cover your mouth. He tries hard not to laugh as do some of the Bridgerton siblings. He picks it up from the velvet box,

“May I?” you nod as he places the piece around your neck. You lightly trace the jewellery. He smiles as he watches your face beam with joy as you hug him. Pulling away and straightening your dress again

“How do I look?” you twirl

“Beautiful” he takes your hand and kisses it

“Good. That was the correct answer” he laughs as he excuses himself momentarily. You see him go over to the older Bridgerton boys but you are too busy talking to Daphne to take into account what he says. That’s when the first guests start to arrive. You hide in the corner of the room, watching as the men and woman dance away. All beautifully choreographed. You have found yourself at a buffet table, indulging in the grapes there. Colin walks over to you

“Are you not going to dance?” you shake your head

“If I dance I fear I may fall over and make a complete fall of myself” he nods as you hear his name being called. You turn to see a young ginger haired girl approach you. You smile at her and bow slightly.

“Colin have you seen your sister? I’ve been trying to find her but I haven’t had such luck”

“No I haven’t Pen. I saw her earlier but not recently” she nods as she looks at you and smiles

“I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure. I’m Penelope”

“I’m Isabella” she bows her head slightly to you as she looks at Colin. You see complete admiration in her eyes as she looks at him. You see a similar look when he meets her gaze.

“I believe the next dance is starting” you say “It’d be a shame for you to not show off such a beautiful dress miss” you smile at the young girl. Nudging Colin “I would take her to the dance floor but it is not proper. Would you do me the honour of taking this beautiful girl for a dance?” he chuckles and offers his hand, you smile as she takes it and they head off. A few moments later you are met with Benedict. You look at him and offer him a grape to which he turns down. You pop it into your mouth as you watch the couples twirling and dancing. “What did John say to you earlier?”

“What do you mean?”

“He said something to you and your brothers earlier this evening. And I haven’t seen him tonight so I wondered what he asked you” you can see him about to go and change the subject but you interrupt him beforehand “if you don’t answer me I will ask your brothers. If they don’t answer me I’ll ask every single person at this party until I find out where he is” you smile at him innocently

“He said that he has an urgent meeting with someone so he will attend when he is free. He asked me and my brothers to keep you company and make sure you feel welcomed here” you nod and eat another grape

“Are you not going to dance?” he shakes his head “Why not?”

“No one here I’d like to dance with” you nod and look around “do you not want to dance?”

“I would but don’t you have to wait for someone to ask you?” you look at him as he nods. He puts his hand out for you to take

“Will you do me the honour?” you smile and take his hand. Letting him take you to the dance floor as he smiles at you, telling you the basic steps as he takes the lead. After the dance you bow to each other and go back to where you were standing. An older woman comes over to you and smiles

“Hello my dear. That dress and necklace is amazing”

“Thank you ma’am” you nod slightly at her in appreciation. She smiles

“Your dancing is amazing as well. It looked like you were having lots of fun” you nod and smile

“Oh it was great. I did nearly piss myself from excitement though” she looks shocked at your words but then laughs slightly. You look at Benedict who is also trying not to laugh at your words. “Where do I get a drink?”

“I’ll go get you a lemonade” you nod and smile as he walks away, leaving you with the woman. John’s mother walks over to you

“My dear. Why don’t you show Lady Danbury here your singing skills?”

“Oh no I couldn’t possibly-”

“I insist. It is my son’s ball so he will be happy for you to show your skills” Benedict walks over and gives you your drink. You take it

“Thank you” you smile but lean closer “save me”

“Come on my dear” she goes over and calls out “everyone. My lovely friend Isabella will be singing a song for you all” she looks at you. You tighten your grip on your drink

“Fuck it” you murmur and take your drink as a shot. You walk over to one of the instruments the band is playing “May I?” he nods and allows you on it. You start to play a few notes, thinking of words to sing. You start to sing, your voice filling the now quiet hall. Afterwards they clap for you

“How would people like another song?” you shake your head

“Oh no I-”

“Go on, sing for us some more” Johns mother says. You catch eyes with Benedict who mouths ‘go on’ at you. You glare at him before nodding slightly and playing the instrument again you start to sing words. Everyone claps again and you bow slightly. Going back over to Benedict

“Amazing performance there” you playfully hit his arm

“Hush. How much longer before I can take this dress off and wear something less damaging to my organs” he laughs slightly “I’m serious. I think my torsos gone numb. Plus I’m overheating. I feel a little like a lobster in a pot” he laughs again, making you glare at him but smile.

“I think it’s about an hour or so longer to go”

“Fucks sake” you say just as Lady Danbury walks over to you again, raising her eyebrow at your as she overhears your swear. You smile at her and bow slightly “m’lady. Pleasure to see you again”

“You have quite the excellent singing voice. Where do you hear the songs you sing?”

“Oh I make them up as I go. My friend always told me I have a good ear for musical notes”

“Yes. The words though my dear. They really speak to the soul do they not?” you nod and smile at her

“I have to admit, my other friend reads romantic novels constantly and I always mock her for it. Tending to make up soppy words on the spot to make her embarrassed” she laughs at your words

“Makes sense my dear. She is lucky to have a friend like you” she smiles as she leaves. You look at the Bridgerton brother

“Was I ok?” he nods

“You were great” he takes a sip of his drink “I think she may be quite fond of you” that is when Eloise and Penelope walk over to you. Penelope watching Colin fondly from the other side of the room. Eloise looks at you

“Danced with any men yet?”

“Only your brother. No one else has asked me to dance” she nods “have you two been in a dance yet?” they shake their heads. You look around, seeing if you can find a young man to dance with any of you. You make eye contact with someone who looks at you intensely. You break eye contact but before long he walks over to you four.

“Don’t I know you from somewhere?” he looks you up and down

“I think you have me mistaken for someone else” you smile at him. He looks at your eyes and grins

“No I know you. You work in that little place down the road. What’s it called? You know. The place with the who-”

“Yes Mr Bridgerton I would love to have another dance” you say as you take his hand and go to the dance floor. You see the two younger girls try to ask the gentlemen questions but he dismisses them both and walks away.

“Where do you work?” you shake your head at the question.

“That is not relevant. And now is not the time or place to ask me” you smile at him slightly, meeting your eyes.

The rest of the night goes slowly. But the following day goes by quickly when it is soon the evening and you must go. You are surprisingly sad to say goodbye to all the Bridgerton’s and John. But you make your leave, them driving a carriage back to your place of work. John allowed you to keep some of the dresses he leant you, noting he left you the money in one of the gowns. You get out of the carriage, walking home from the brothel. You open the door to your small and quiet house. 6 young girls running and hugging you. “We’ve missed you so much” they all start telling you about their days. You nodding and smiling at them all, knowing you must retire to bed soon as you are tired. The eldest notices

“I’ll put them to bed. Go and have a bath and go to sleep” you nod and do what she says. Falling asleep, memories of the past few days filling your dreams. The next morning you are awoken to find all the younger children crawled into your bed. You hug them all before leaving and getting dressed, going about your morning duties before they wake up. Once they have all awoken you all have lunch together and they go and play in the garden apart from Daisy who is sitting down reading a book.

“Not more romances I hope”

“This ones more a psychological book”

“Does the girl and the guy end up married at the end?” she nods “Then it’s a romance” she rolls her eyes at you as she places the book down on the table.

“Tell me about the ball. Was it as good as we always thought it’d be?”

“Honestly, it was better. I felt like a queen the whole evening”

“What was the food like?”

“Delicious. I managed to swipe a box of chocolates from them” you go over to your still unpacked bags and grab out a tray of unopened chocolates, showing it to her before putting it in a high shelf so the younger ones couldn’t reach it. You pull out one of the dresses and show her “I was allowed to keep 3 dresses as well. I picked the 3 prettiest ones” she goes over and touches the fabric. Letting her look at it you look at the clock. “I need to go to work. I won’t be long. I need to let them know I’m ok and home safely” she nods as she admires the other 2 dresses. You hug her before leaving.

Getting to your work place and entering it was a weird experience. You were so used to seeing people being prim and proper that it now seemed shocking to you for people to be grinding against each other half naked. You go and meet your friend who hugs you, cigarette in her hand “Isa! You’re back! You weren’t murdered” you shake your head as you get dressed into your working clothes. Some high stockings, a short skirt and a low cut corset.

“Honestly I’m glad to be back”

“Oh was no one hot enough for you to get your freak on?”

“Not that. More they were all too pristine so they wouldn’t dare even look at you in the eyes incise it caused pregnancy” you laugh as you bid her farewell and go out into the crowd of people. You go over and sit at the bar, ordering yourself a drink. A few minutes pass and you feel someone sit next to you. You take a sip of your drink before turning. “Hey ther-” you see Benedict sitting next to you, ordering a drink before he turns to you. A slight shocked expression. You look away “I’m sorry I must go” he takes your hand quickly

“Isabella?”

“I’m sorry you must have me confused for someone else” you continue to look at the ground. He tilts your head up slightly by your chin. Meeting your eyes with his

“Why are you in a brothel?”

“I could ask you the same thing”

“I think mine is a more obvious reason”

“And mine isn’t?” you motion at your clothes as he looks at your body. You see him shift slightly in his seat before looking at you again

“Why are you working in a brothel?” he whispers. You look around, grabbing his hand and taking him to a private room and shutting the door

“I told you I worked. You seem surprised”

“I am surprised”

“Why? Is a girl not allowed to make money of her own? Is she not allowed to express her sexuality like how men do?”

“You are. I’m just surprised to see someone who seemed so shy to even look at a man working in a place where her job is to have sex with them” you turn red at his words. “How long have you worked here?”

“About 3 years” you look away from him as he nods and sits on the bed. “So John...?”

“He payed me. But don’t tell him I told you. Shit. Why are you here?”

“Although John is going back tomorrow and his mother is also leaving today they said that we could stay in their house for a week. Have a family week away”

“So you’re here because?”

“Because it is difficult to find a woman out here, if you must know” you chuckle slightly

“You’re right. I can go get you one of our lovely ladies if you’d like?”

“I umm, I’d quite like to just stay in here and talk to you. If you’d be ok with that?” you nod slightly and go and sit next to him on the bed.

“I can’t be long here. I promised my friend I’d be back home soon. I said I’m only coming here so that they know I’m ok” he nods and looks at you

“Why don’t we go back now?”

“What?”

“I want to chat. You want to go home. I might as well come with you, right?”

“I’m flattered but I don’t know if my house is up to your kind of requirement” he shrugs and stands up, holding his hands out to you

“I don’t care. I want to see where you live” you nod and let him help you up. You excuse yourself and quickly get dressed into your normal clothes and then join him again. You both walk about a mile to your house. Once there you look at him, trying to judge his expression on his face as he sees your small house.

“Welcome to my home” you go over and open the door “I’m back! I brought a friend with me as well” you say as you see the 3 oldest in the living room. Benedict walks in behind you, looking round the room. Daisy looks at you and then the man. Raising her eyebrow at you as he looks around. You look at her “what?”

“Oh nothing” he smiles at the girls.

“Where are your sisters?”

“Outside” you go out and call for them. They all run in and hug you within seconds. You hug them back and smile. You motion

“This is Benedict Bridgerton. These are my friends. Daisy who’s the oldest. She’s 15. Jasmine who is 14. Sofia is 12. The twins, Rebecca and Heather who are both 9 and then Katherine who is 3″

“I want to show him” Sofia announces, taking his hand. Dragging him to the kitchen. Jasmine goes and holds his other arm. You go to say something but he shakes his head at you slightly

“It’s alright” he says softly to you as the two middle children show him your small home. The twins following behind them. You feel a small body hug at your leg, looking down you see the youngest. You pick her up and kiss her head.

“Tours done. Now what?”

“Games!”

“Oh yes!”

“Isa please?”

“I want to play games!”

“Oh yes a game would be fun!”

“Wow you guys calm down. Let’s let our guest decide what he wants to do shall we?” you calm them all, as Daisy announces loudly

“We could always show him our play we’ve been practicing”

“Oh no he won’t want to see that” you say as you’re interrupted by people again

“Yes we can get a boys opinion on it”

“Oh please can we show him the play?”

“It’s such a fun thing as well”

“Please, please, please!” they all exclaim loudly as you shush them again. He chuckles as he sits down.

“A play sounds wonderful” you look at him

“Why did you have to say that...? Ok play it is then” all the girls squeal as they start running around happily. “You are going to regret saying that so much. It’s embarrassing” he laughs

“It makes them happy though” you nod and smile slightly as he smiles at you.

“It’s short as well, just so you’re warned”

“Isa stop chatting and get in position!” Rebecca almost yells at you. You chuckle as you all get into position. He smiles and watches, interest sparking in his eyes. Sofia goes out onto the ‘stage’, bowing as he watches

“Welcome one and all to this year’s finest show. Today we embark on the circus. A tale of heartbreak and love awaits” she dramatically says as he claps as she exits the stage. They all go on, saying various lines. Some of the younger ones forgetting so you having to speak for them. Others speaking to early so needing to repeat lines. But overall it is (an intentionally) comedic and fun experience for you all. He claps as you all go out and bow on the stage.

“We hope you enjoyed that, sir” says one of the twins. He nods

“I enjoyed it thoroughly” she giggles at his words and hides in your leg “I’m especially impressed that Isabella managed to hold the child the whole time. Even during the dramatic dancing part” you laugh as you hug the youngest child close to you.

“Goodness it’s late. I should prepare some dinner. Can you guys entertain yourselves for a short while?” they all nod and go into the kitchen to grab plates “What time do you have to leave today?”

“I told my family I had some things to do outside the house so they won’t mind me going back later”

“Do you care to join us for food?” he smiles

“I’d be honoured” you nod and go prepare some food, him coming in and joining you as he watches the kids running and playing with each other “How long have you lived here?”

“It used to be their mothers house” he nods and looks at you, a smile forming as you cook some food. Heather comes over

“Can I help cook?” you nod

“Yes you can my sweet” you grab a stool for her to stand on, “cut the potatoes for me” you smile as she carefully peals them and places them into a pot. About an hour goes past and you all sit down. Food given to each of them. Eating them all you see Daisy look at Benedict

“What’s it like?”

“What is what like?”

“Living in such luxury”

“It has its ups and downs”

“Leave our guest alone. I’m sure he doesn’t wish to be bombarded with questions” she nods

“Did you get to dance Isa?” Jasmine asks you and you nod “did all the girls looks like princesses and the boys look like princes?” you nod again as she smiles

“It looked like straight out of a fairy-tale. It was almost magical” she giggles

“Can you teach me how to dance?” Sofia asks.

“I can try. I’m sure Mr Bridgerton can agree when I say I’m not very good at it” he chuckles slightly

“I don’t know. Considering you’ve never been to a ball before I’d say you did pretty well”

“You flatter me” Daisy looks at you

“I’ve been reading more of my book today”

“Oh yeah?” she nods and smiles “what’s it about?”

“Two people who don’t realise they are made for each other until he goes off to war and she realises she can’t live without him”

“Sounds depressing”

“Oh it’s wonderful. The end of the book is her travelling to where he’s posted and she runs to him and kisses him. Saying just the nicest line”

“Let me guess. ‘Oh my love I could never live without you. You are the air that I breath and without you I feel like I’m suffocating’“

“No. Ok maybe slightly like that. But when you say it it just sounds obnoxious” you laugh at her words

“I just say it how it is meant to be read”

“You weren’t joking when you said you disliked them, huh?” the man laughs as you all continue eating and chatting. As night begins to fall you put all the children to bed. Going into the living room to see Benedict looking at a drawing that’s placed on the wall.

“Sofia drew that” you go over to him

“She’s very good”

“I know. She refuses to believe it though. Claiming she can never get hands right. I told her to just draw the characters with their hands hidden beneath clothing or behind their backs but she said it looked unauthentic that way” you go and sit down. Seeing the book that Daisy spoke about earlier. You pick it up and open it. “‘When I think of thee my palms sweat and my knees go heavy. I fear to be in your presence may be the death of me for I love thee so’. Yep, it’s as bad as I thought it would be” he laughs and goes over to you, sitting by your side and taking the book from your hands. Flicking to a new page he reads

“’I know truly I am in love as my heart skips and butterflies fly when I see you standing in the sunrise. I love you and all your imperfections, though there are few to count. My heart yearns for you as I cannot imagine my life without you by my side’” you watch him reading.

“How do you make it not sound like absolute shit?”

“I read it the way it’s meant to be read” you glare at him as he flicks through the pages “looks quite good” you nod and watch his eyes scan the words. You take in a sharp breath and look away as he looks towards you.

“Can I help?”

“No” He chuckles slightly and goes back to read the book. You turn to look at him again as he reads out loud

“‘I asked for your name but when you spoke I didn’t hear the words. My body was too bewitched by your beauty to focus on the sweet softness of your voice’” you shift slightly in your seat, his voice sending waves straight down to your core. You bite the nail of your thumb as he notices your slight irritated nature. “Are you ok? You seem... unwell” you shake your head and look away

“I am very well thank you” he places the book down and turns to you. Scanning your body to see if you are lying. He meets your eyes as you look at his lips quickly before meeting his gaze again. He smiles slightly. You bite your lip, leaning towards him and placing your hand by his leg as you lean slowly closer. His eyes watching you. You take his non retreat as a sign for you to carry on as you place your lips to his. Embracing each other in a soft kiss. You pull away and go to sit back up straight “sorry I-” he shakes his head and places a hand either side of your face, pulling you in for a kiss once again.

You still remain balanced on one hand, the other going and placing it over his. You feel him lightly push you with his body so your back is on the sofa. You wrap your legs around his waist as you keep kissing, a hand going to his hair and the other going onto his upper arm. With his hands on the arm of the sofa either side of your head, he pulls away, smiling at you before he kisses your jawline, then your neck, lightly tugging at the top of your dress so he can place light kisses to the tops of your chest. You rut your hips slightly into his as one of his hands trails down the side of your body. He pushes your dress up slightly, lips still attacking your chest as he strokes your thighs with his hands. Just as you feel his hand start to move higher you both hear a noise from the bedroom. You both pause. Waiting for any other noises to happen. You hear footsteps start to walk towards the door as you feel him get off of you as you sit up and pull your dress down. Jasmine walks out. “Hey my dear” you smile at her, trying to be as innocent as you can. She smiles and tiredly waves at you

“I wanted some water” you nod and stand up, going to the kitchen to fetch the young girl a glass. You give it to her as she smiles

“Go back to bed my dear” she nods and hugs you quickly before walking back to the bedroom, shutting the door behind her. You stand in the middle of the room as he sits. You hear him let out a slight chuckle as you glare at him but smile. “It’s not funny. We almost just ruined a poor girl’s innocence” he nods and puts on a serious face, but you can see the humour still dancing in his eyes. You smile at him and playfully hit his knee. He laughs as he stands up, making you catch your breath as he stands closer to you then you thought he would. “It’s late” you say as you look at him. Eyes meeting yours.

“It is”

“You should be getting home to your family. They will worry otherwise” your voice no more than a whisper. He nods and takes a step closer to you. Taking one of your hands in his he kisses it, still holding it when he stands up straight again. You smile as he makes eye contact the whole time. “I am happy for you to stay the night if you wish?”

“You are right I should be getting back” sadness fills you slightly as he drops your hand, missing his touch already.

“You could always say that it got too late for you to walk back so you stayed in an inn or friends house?” he nods slightly, he takes hold of your chin with his thumb and finger, placing a kiss to your lips again. You feel yourself practically melting into him. He pulls away and looks at you, thumb lightly tracing your bottom lip as he smiles

“I could get lost if I left at this hour” you nod

“I will walk you back tomorrow. I know where the house is but in this light I fear we may not find the way” he nods as he removes his hand.

“Where will I sleep though?”

“Shit...” you trace a hand through your hair as you laugh slightly. “I would say you could sleep in my bed and I’ll take the sofa but I don’t think the girls would appreciate you staying in there with them”

“I’ll take the sofa then” he smiles at you as he goes over to the sofa, placing a cushion at one end.

“Give me a second” you go into the bedroom and quietly grab the blanket from your bed. Handing it to him as you shut the door again. “To keep you warm” he nods and takes the item. You go into your room to grab your nightdress, taking off your day clothes and placing the softer material on your body. You then go back into the living room, shutting the door behind you as you see he has taken off his top half, lying them down on the chair near him. “Good night Mr Bridgerton”

“If you’d like-” he speaks up before you leave “you could keep me company out here. An extra person might be good for body heat. Especially as you don’t have a blanket on your bed anymore” he looks at you. Your eyes scan his chest as you look at his face. “You can say no” you shake your head

“So long as you’re sure you want me out here” he nods and smiles at you. You nod then and go over to the sofa. He lies down, taking your hand and lying next to him. He places the blanket over your bodies. You face each other as you feel one of his arms go around your torso.

“Come closer. Otherwise you may fall off” he pulls you towards him, chests becoming flush with each other. You shyly look away from him, eyes going to see his broad chest. Your hand lightly tracing over where his heart is. You feel his free hand move to your chin again, making you look at him before you kisses you. Moving the hand to behind your head as he pulls away, smiling at you “good night, miss” you nod as you watch him shut his eyes. You place your head near his collarbone, shutting your eyes as you take in his scent. Slowly drifting off to sleep.

Considering you were sleeping on a sofa you stay sleeping until you feel a light tap on your shoulder. Waking up you see Katherine looking at you. She smiles at you and lightly pokes your nose causing her to giggle. You chuckle slightly, feeling the arm around your waist tighten. You must’ve turned in the night as Benedict is now spooning you. You put your finger to you lips in a shushing motion at the young girl. Carefully getting off the sofa, covering the man with the blanket as you go into the bedroom to have a quick wash and dress into your everyday clothes. You and the young girl are the only ones awake, seeing as its 6am. You whisper to her “What do you want to do until the others wake up?” she smiles and strokes her hair

"Princess hair” you nod and chuckle, starting to French braid her hair. Tying the ends with 2 pieces of pink ribbon. You kiss the top of her head as she starts to dance around the room. Sitting on the floor by the sofa as she dances. The man on the sofa mumbles in his sleep causing the young girl to stop, looking at him. She walks over, you can see evil (well evil for a 3 year old) in her eyes as she goes to wake him. You grab her

“Let’s get you dressed shall we you little terror?” she nods and smiles, giggling into your shoulder as you carry her to the bedroom, quietly getting some clothes and then taking her into the living room again. Checking to make sure your guest was still asleep, you help her get dressed. “Why don’t you go out and get me 2 eggs” she nods slightly and holds up 2 fingers. You nod and smile “Clever girl” she giggles and runs off. You figure that’ll give you 5 minutes. You rub your eyes, just wanting to curl up and go back to sleep.

“Good morning” you hear a voice behind you

“Jesus you scared me” he laughs as he sits up, blanket falling onto his lap.

“How long have you been awake?” he asks, stretching as he looks at you

“About half an hour. You should get some more rest” you motion at him to lie back down “If Katherine sees you’re awake she’ll keep terrorising you until her sisters wake up” he laughs and shrugs

“I’m ok with that” he moves his feet to the floor, grabbing his shirt and placing it over himself.

“I hope we didn’t wake you” he shakes his head

“No, you are fine” he smiles and looks at you “About last night”

“I apologise. It was entirely my fault. I know it is not proper for you and I’m very sorry if I caused you any sort of hardships” he nods slightly, watching your eyes dart away from him.

“None at all. I was going to say the same things to you” you both laugh slightly. You hear movement from the bedroom, Daisy walking out. She waves at you as she yawns

“I thought I heard voices”

“Sorry dear, did we wake you?” she shakes her head

“No, Sofia and the twins were sad because you didn’t come to bed last night so we all cuddled up. But it meant I was very uncomfortable all night” she looks at you, then at Benedict. Giving you a knowing look before she smiles at him “I’m glad to see you stayed last night. I feared you might go home and get lost”

“Yes. Your friend is a great host and offered me to stay here”

“Yeah I bet she did” you hit her leg slightly

“Bloody cheek!” she smiles at you and then goes over and picks up her book. She sits down on the sofa next to the man, opening to the page she last left off and starts reading. Just as the youngest runs in holding two eggs. You take them from her “thank you. Why don’t you sit and let Daisy read to you for a while? Just until the others wake up. Then I will make us all something to eat” she nods and climbs onto the sofa, sitting by her eldest sister as she begins to read aloud. You go into the kitchen, cleaning up the bowls from last night’s feast. Your guest joins you, leaning against the counter tops as he watches you scrub the bowls and plates. You feel him come next to you

“Let me help”

“Oh no don’t feel like you have to help”

“I insist” he takes the wet bowls and grabs a clean cloth, beginning to dry them. You carry on washing, handing them to him to dry. You accidently splash some of the water onto him.

“Did you just?”

“Oh god sorry” you cover your mouth in an effort not to laugh. He chuckles

“I think you did that on purpose” you shake your head

“I didn’t I promise” he puts his fingers into the bowl of water and flicks his wet fingers at you. Causing you to get water on your face. You pretend to look offended

“It was an accident I promise” he laughs as he continues drying. You glare at him before washing again. Finishing up, you both go back to the living room. You notice the twins have now both woken up and are sitting and listening to their sister who is still reading.

“I will go and start preparing breakfast soon” you say, the children all nodding and muttering various yeses at you. Daisy stops reading for a second

“Are you working today?” you pause for a moment before nodding.

“Yes. Although we got some money from John I still need to keep up working there. Hopefully we can get some more farm animals and start selling their produce though” she nods and continues reading. You turn back to the kitchen. Benedict grabbing your arm before you leave.

“I can help you if you’d like” you shake your head and go into the kitchen, him following as you now prepare small meals on the now clean plates.

“How would you help me?”

“I could give you money”

“No thank you. I’m perfectly ok working there”

“But don’t you want to leave. Do something else with your life?”

“Yes. I’d love to. But I want to do it on my own. I don’t want to borrow money from you as I’d still need to work there to be able to give you the money back”

“And what if I just gave it to you? What if I don’t want to be payed back?”

“I don’t need pity money”

“It wouldn’t be pity money”

“Then why?” you stop what you’re doing and look at him “Why would you do that? If it’s not for pity, if it’s not a loan. Why else would you do it?”

“Because I’m your friend” you look shocked at his words, avoiding his eyes you speak quietly

“If you want to have sex with me you don’t need to pay off my house...” he shakes his head

“I want to give you money because I’ve come to know you. I want to help you because I care for you. I’ve seen you with my sisters and brothers. Plus your friends. You seem so happy and truly content with life but as soon as money or work is brought up you retreat emotionally from the situation. You are my friend and friends help each other out. I don’t want anything else from you, only to know you’re happy” you look at him, you feel tears start to prick at your eyes

“I can’t allow you to do that. Imagine if it got out that you were paying a random prostitute. It could ruin you and your family’s name. I couldn’t do that to you” he nods as you serve breakfast onto plates, taking them out for the children. “Would you all be ok if I walk this gentlemen back to his house?” they all look at you, then him, then you again and nod.

“You’re coming back after, right?” you nod

“I work later tonight so you have me until after dinner” she smiles as you grab a jacket, waving goodbye to them as you and the man start to walk back to the rented house. A comfortable silence settling between the two of you. You walk down a path and then some woods, stopping when you get to a field. “The house is just over this field. It isn’t far”

“Are you not going to walk me all the way home?”

“Possibility of being seen with me alone? Defiantly not” you smile at him as he looks across the field. “It’s been a pleasure meeting you Mr Bridgerton. I’ve enjoyed every second of it” you bow to him slightly. He looks at you, eyes scanning your body. You can’t tell what emotion he’s feeling. It almost seems like a mixture of sadness and lust. He meets your eyes with his, smiling softly at you.

“Yes I suppose we will be unlikely to see each other again” you nod, for some reason you feel sad about him leaving. He walks over to you, placing a hand either side of your face, just like had done the night before. You look at him, eyes meeting yours as you just look at each other. You place your hands over his wrists, squeezing them slightly as you smile at him. He kisses you, gently. So very gently. You feel yourself melt into him. All your sense are focused on him. Just him.

He kisses you harder, pushing you against a tree. You move your hands, holding onto the wood as your lips stay entangled with his. His hands still hold your face as he goes closer to you. Your hand goes to his waistband, pulling onto it as a means to bring him closer to you. With how close he is to you it would not be surprise you to see an imprint of yourself on the tree behind you. He pulls away, resting his forehead on your shoulder. One of the hands from your face going to your waist. You take the hand by your head and kiss the palm.

“You need to go back to your family” he lifts his head and nods, eyes once again meeting yours. “Or...” you wrap both your hands around his, making all the fingers go down but the pointer as you kiss the tip of the digit. His eyes eating you up as you watch him “You could stay here for a few minutes more...?” you put the finger in your mouth. Sucking on it as you release it with a slight pop. The distance between you hasn’t moved at all and you feel him start to grow in his trousers.

You smile at him and interlock your hand with his. “What do you say, sir?” he lets out almost a growl at the last word. Kissing you again but harder. A lot harder. He grips your waist with his hand, the other rests against the tree behind you, your hands still firmly clasped in its grips. Essentially pinning you. You feel his hand pull up the skirt of your dress, just enough for him to get his knee under the fabric and place between your legs. He pushes your waist down as he puts his knee up. Causing you to moan when his leg touches your clothed core. He leans close to your ear, you shiver when you feel his breath on you neck.

“I want you to fuck yourself on my leg...” he pulls away and smiles at you as you look at him in slight shock “Do I have to repeat myself?” you shake your head, starting to grind onto his leg. You start to moan as you feel your clit being rubbed. You cover your mouth with your hand. He shakes his head and takes it in his, putting both your hands into one of his and pinning them above your head. You continue to ride his thigh, moans leaving your mouth. He notices your hips start to lose their rhythm slightly as you near your high, your legs starting to close together as well. “You need my permission to cum. If you cum without it you’ll be in trouble” you nod, continuing to grind against him you feel your high coming.

“Pl-please”

“Please what?”

“Wanna cum...”

“Hmm I don’t know”

“Please let me cum. Please. F-fuck” you say as you feel it getting closer. His dominance turning you on more and more. He shakes his head and stills your thighs “Please!” you practically cry out, trying move your hips in hopes to reach your high again. You look at his eyes. He smiles as you feel him move his hand, undoing his trousers and pushing them down he smiles at you

“I want to feel you cum on my cock” he kisses you, a reassurance to you that he will allow you to reach a climax but not yet. You feel his knee move, being shortly replaced by his tip. You moan as he brushes over your clit and then your hole. Slowly pushing in, he watches your face as it scrunches up with joy.

“You feel s-so good sir” you moan out, loving the way he fills you up. He kisses your neck, using his free hand to lift one of your legs so its bent, making his cock go deeper into you. You let out a sinful moan as he starts to thrust. Softly at first but becoming more aggressive within minutes. You want to wrap around him and kiss him as he pounds into you but he has a firm grip on your hands still so you are unable to move virtually at all, making you only be able to moan and put your head back. He takes this opportunity and starts kissing your neck, causing you to moan louder as you feel him kissing, sucking and biting the soft skin. You feel your high approach once again. “I’m gon- please can I cum?” you feel him smile into his skin

“Hold it a little longer” he removes his hand from your wrists as he takes a hold of your hips, allowing him to go harder and deeper into you. You moan and wrap your arms around his neck, a hand entangling in his hair as you pull him in for a passionate kiss. “Please. Sir please. Let me cum” you beg him

“Cum for me” he watches as you let go, hand gripping his hair tightly, the other his shoulder as he groans as your pussy tightens around him. He continues to pound into you, chasing his own high. Not long after yours he pulls out, releasing himself onto your leg. You let out a slight moan as you come down from your climax.

He rests his forehead against yours, shutting his eyes as you both control your breathing. Your eyes flutter shut, enjoying the noise of your now heavy breathing filling the once quiet woods. You feel him move, cleaning up you and then himself as best as he can, pulling your dress down and his trousers up before kissing you. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close to you. “I need to go” you nod and kiss him once more. Pulling away and letting your arms go to your sides

“I’m going to miss you, Mr Bridgerton”

“And I you” he smiles at you before walking towards the house. Leaving you on your own.

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darling-i-read-it · 2 years ago

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Room 3

Norman Bates x fem!reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: jealousy, talks of normans crimes, allusion to smut

Author’s Note: thank you so much for working with me love and i hope you like what i eventually came up with !!!

Requested: by anon, so i was gonna request young norman but after watching psycho 2 i need some dilfy norman in my life (i know norman isn’t a dad but anthony was when they filmed it so 🤫) so psycho 2!norman x reader so basically let’s say there was more time between norman getting out and him going to the diner so reader and norman met in that time and became a thing and then when he starts working at the diner reader gets jealous of mary and starts giving more pda and stuff in front of mary and norman confronts her when they get home which leads to basically norman proving she has nothing to worry about lol (i took the smut out for you lol they can just make out ☺️)

Summary: the request

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif) (sir hand in marriage? HAND IN MARRIAGE?)

Norman was becoming increasingly more grateful that it was you that took the motel when he left. He had been worried about that when he came to. The thought had hit him as he left. Someone else would be living in his home. Someone else would be taking care of his beloved motel, the one had put all his hard work into. What would they change? Who would they let stay?

It was among his worries when he arrived back home. He was dropped off and left rather quickly. The sun was setting over the horizon and he was already alone in this looming home, the one that had started everything that went wrong in his head.

Instead of going up to the house first he decided to see the rooms. There were two cars parked out front. He carefully opened up the office door, the bell ringing above his head. The scent was slightly different than he remembered it. It was more flowery than he recalled, a tinge less stale. He cleared his throat, looking at the line of keys on the wall. Only one was missing.

“Hi! Hi sorry!” a voice called from the backroom. He could see through the door that you had left all his birds up. Everything seemed unchanged from the view he was able to see. You emerged from the backroom, carrying a rag and cleaner. “Just trying to tidy up back there. Can I get you a room?”

Norman was slightly startled that you asked. That was his line.

“No um.” He mustered a smile, prepared for the horrified look you would give him when he spoke. “I’m Norman Bates. The owner.” Your eyes went wide.

“Oh my gosh I am so sorry! I didn’t know you were coming today! They don’t really communicate super well with me,” you admitted. “I’m Y/N. I’ve been watching the motel while you’ve been gone. I can give you a rundown of everything if you would like? It’s nice to finally meet you.” You put down the rag on the front table.

He cleared his throat and nodded, smile widening.

“That would be great.”

“Right this way Mr. Bates.” You walked past him, walking past the doors to the second room.

“Norman.”

“Well right this way Norman. There’s someone staying in room one right now! I tried not to change that much, I didn’t think it was my place.” You opened up the second room with your key. “I did get a master key, just in case. I had someone lose their room key and we had to climb through the window,” you explained with light laughter. He followed you into the room.

It looked the same. The same blinds, the same bedsheets, the same lamps. Everything was just like he had left it. His heart swelled and he thought he might cry.

“Thank you,” he said quietly. You smiled and nodded.

“Of course. Thanks for letting me stay! I enjoyed my time here. You have a wonderful place. I was staying in your room up at the house, I hope you don’t mind. I cleaned things out. They trashed the place when you left,” you admitted. “I just need to grab my things and I’ll be out of your hair.”

You stood idly, looking down at the master key in your hand. You would miss this place a lot. You had been here for about ten years, taking over for the horrendous person who owned the place before you. You had gotten used to the creaks and movements. You would miss your bed.

“You don’t have to leave right now,” Norman said suddenly. “I just mean..you’ve taken care of the place in my absence. I don’t feel right kicking you out.” Your eyes went wide.

“Are you sure? I mean, I can find somewhere else to stay and maybe come by to help you get settled but I really don’t wanna intrude.”

“You’d be doing me a bigger favor than anything I could do for you. I don’t think I’m quite ready to be up there on my own,” he admitted. You took a deep breath. Norman seemed effectively harmless. He had been cured, as much as anyone could tell. He had a safe presence to him that didn’t worry you.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. And you’re welcome to leave whenever you want.” You smiled a bit. You got to stay!

“I mean, if you say so. I would love to. Truly.”

He breathed a sigh of relief.

“Can you show me up to the house then? We can get everything situated!”

You had planned to leave within the month but Norman and you had gotten to be such good friends that you stayed longer. Around the three week mark you realized you could barely remember how you coped without him to help you out around the motel. At three weeks and a day he kissed you.

You were now a pleasant, happy indefinite manager at the Bates Motel.

“You don’t have to get a job out there,” you said, sitting on the front desk. You had a book open on your lap that you were halfheartedly reading. That was one of the only things Norman had found you changed. You had brought droves of new books into the house and placed them where they could fit.

“It’s part of my rehabilitation process,” Norman explained. He was folding some sheets. “I have to get a job that isn’t just here.” You pursed your lips. “I was supposed to get it immediately but they allowed me to stay here and get readjusted as long as you stayed around.” “Is that why you invited me to stay?” you teased.

“Of course now.” He flushed, shaking his head. “I did it because I desperately needed kind company.” You slid off the table, bookmarking your book. You kissed his cheek.

“Well then I guess I’ll do a little more around here. I’ll be lonely though.”

“You fared just fine before I came back.”

“But now I’m used to you. You’re my crutch Norman.” You walked into the backroom, your voice fading as you walked further away.

“I’m your crutch? A reminder that I was in prison?”

You had gotten him to speak a bit more about his experience. He could not mention his mother and not go into an idle panicked state.

“That was so long ago,” you muttered, walking back to him. “Well, have fun flipping burgers than Norman. I will be here when you get back.”

Norman wasn’t sure what you would think about Mary coming back with him. He was just trying to help; she looked like she was in a really bad situation. It was pouring down rain and she had no ride to get home and she was fighting with her boyfriend. He just hoped you would understand.

Norman was late. You kept checking the clock on the wall, wondering if he had gotten caught up at work or was dead in a ditch because of this storm. You stood in the office, checking at every single headlight that passed the motel. You had a blanket around your shoulders that you held tightly to your chest. You couldn’t bring yourself to close the door, just in case.

You heard Norman’s car before you saw it. It clanked and shifted to a stop just outside the office. You opened up the door, breathing a sigh of relief as he got out of the driver's seat.

“You’re late,” you exclaimed. “I was worried.”

You almost jumped when you saw the passenger door open. You watched as a young woman exited, wearing Norman’s jacket. She looked soaked to the bone. Your initial reaction was insecurity. She was younger than you. Why was she here, with Norman? It was unrealistic but that was the first thought.

“I’m sorry,” Norman said, walking under the overhang beside you. “This is Mary, she’s a waitress at the diner. She didn’t have a place to stay for the night.” You nodded.

“Well she came to the right place. We have 10 vacancies.” She nodded, joining the two of you under the overhang.

“Mary this is Y/N,” he said. You gave her a small smile, swallowing your pride.

“Nice to meet you. Are you the manager?”

“Yes,” you explained. “I’m Norman’s girlfriend,” you couldn’t stop yourself from saying. He flushed. He hated when you were outright like that but he took some sort of pride in it as well. “Would you like room 3?”

She nodded, shivering. You grabbed the key and handed it to her.

“I’ll take you down. Norman you can dry off at the house.” He hesitated but eventually nodded.

“See you in the morning Mary.” She nodded at him and followed you down to the room. You opened it up for her.

“There’s towels and a robe in the bathroom, along with all the pleasantries. THe closest food we have is the diner but if you get hungry we have things up at the house. Just knock,” you offered. She nodded, smiling gently.

“Thank you.” You nodded. She should thank Norman, you thought but didn’t say anything more.

“Goodnight.”

You walked back up to the house, letting yourself get wet in the rain. For some reason you felt like you deserved it. The blanket you had wrapped around you soaked through. Norman was waiting in the kitchen.

“Are you alright?” he asked immediately before you could even say hello.

“Yes,” you said but you knew you were lying so you spoke again, “Did you…do you like Mary?” He shook his head quickly, already having his genuine defense lined up.

“No. I was worried you would think that.” He walked up to you, putting his hands on your upper arms. “She just needed help and I wanted to give it. I feel like I have so much penance to give that I couldn’t just leave her,” he said quietly. He looked up at him. “You're drenched.”

“I took my time walking up,” you admitted. Norman took the blanket off you gingerly and then hugged you. The rain was soaking through his shirt but he didn’t seem to care. “I’m sorry,” you whispered.

He dipped his head and in a rare act of confidence, kissed you. He knew that you loved him enough to be jealous, to be unsure. Your lips molded against his. He longed to take off the two of yours wet clothes.

#norman bates x reader #norman bates imagines #psycho imagines #norman bates x fem!reader

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wildflowerdylan · 3 years ago

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MARBLES

PART ONE - PART TWO

Pairing : Richie Boyle x Reader

Warnings : 18+ content, mentions of domestic violence (please read with caution), violence, mentions of needles, and cursing.

Concept : Chicago in the 1950s - riddled with organized crime and mobsters. There were two main families - The Lafontaines and The Boyles. The Boyles were the most powerful family in Chicago, known and envied by everyone. They had deals with the police and with every business on their half. Most importantly, they had Y/F/N Taylor. Y/F/N was the only daughter of Maxwell Taylor - a very important business man in Chicago and New York, otherwise known as the key to winning over Chicago and ending the other mob family for good. The Taylors were very consistent in never steering too close to one side over the other. Mr. Taylor knew his place and liked being catered to by two sides of the organized crime trade.

There’s a loud, pounding knock on the door. Mr. Burling, the shop’s tailor, looked up, wiping his face for a moment before standing up and walking towards the door. He looks at the desk that is typically occupied by the young girl with the abusive, power hungry father. It was empty as it always is after 5:00 PM. He smiled slightly, reminiscing on the kindness she brought to the shop once her father let her have a piece of his monarchy. Burling peeked through the window to see Richie wrapped around Francis. He opened the door quickly and let the two angry mobsters in.

“Get him on a table! He’s been shot!” Francis says, pulling the boy covered in blood into the backroom. Francis swings the boy on the table with the help of Mr. Burling, but not without the shouts of an increasingly angry Richie. “Sir, he needs a doctor.” Burling says upon examining the boy. Francis shakes his head, “Fuck no. There are a thousand blue boys outside. We have to stay here.” Burling shook his head, holding pressure on Richie’s body. “He’s losing too much blood and there is no way to tell if there is internal bleeding or not. Master Richie needs a doctor. The wound needs to be sealed.” Francis shakes his head again. “Sew him up.” Burling looks at the boy with shock. “I can’t” Francis pulls his gun out and cocks it back, pointing it at Burling. “You’ve got a needle and thread. Sew him up,” Burling shakes his head softly, knowing this can’t be a good idea. He gets Francis to grab the cloth and apply pressure as he goes and grabs a needle, thread, and a bottle of whiskey to sterilize the wound and needle with. Francis continues to hold the gun onto the older man. “Fuck no. Get the fuck away from me.” Richie says as he watches Burling pour the liquor on the needle. Burling ignores the boy, pouring the alcohol on his wound next. “Fuck!” Richie shouts loudly. Francis grabs the boy and holds his mouth shut for a moment, shushing the young man. Burling looks at the situation with worried eyes, still in belief that this is a bad idea. “Let’s go!” Francis shouts at the older man, swinging the gun up and down. Burling nods his head softly, preparing to put the needle in as Richie protests. Just as the needle is about to pierce Richie’s skin, Y/N walks in.

“What the hell is going on in here?” She says from the other room, looking at all the blood on the floor. “Miss Taylor, I suggest you stay-” Y/N cuts Burling off, “Oh my God!” She walks over to Richie’s side, taking Francis’ spot to hold pressure on his wound. He looks over at her with a soft smile. “What did you do?” She scolds. “He got shot because he was too fucking slow.” Francis speaks, still pointing a gun at Burling . “Francis, I suggest you put that gun down.” He scoffs at her, “Not until he sews Richie shut.” The girl looks at Richie, who looks pissed, before looking back at Francis. “Put the gun down and he will.” Francis rolls his eyes, “Why don’t you act like a good girl and shut the fuck up, Y/N.” Richie groans, “Just put the fucking gun down, you prick.” Francis listens and sets the gun down, but not without attitude. He walks out of the room shortly after, deciding to keep watch instead of dealing with everyone else. Y/N nods softly at Burling to continue whatever was happening and Burling agrees reluctantly. “I need you to hold him down.” The older man nods softly, she nods her head once before looking at Richie with soft eyes. A small tear drops down her cheek catching the boy’s eye. “I’m gonna be okay, doll.” The girl nods with a soft smile, moving to hold his arms down. “Let’s do this, English.” Richie huffs, speaking his endearing nickname for Burling.

Burling sticks the needle through Richie’s wound a couple of times as Richie hollers out and thrashes around slightly. He has a soft spot for Y/N, but he was still beyond pissed at the situation. The girl held him down the best she could, but soon was able to let go when the boy passed out from the pain. “Help me turn him over?” Burling spoke quietly, motioning for Y/N’s help. She nodded once and pushed him onto his side, seeing the much bigger wound as the bullet had gone straight through the boy. Burling proceeded to sew that hole up much easier than the front hole. He then helped wash off the blood surrounding the wound and then left him to rest on the table with his back against the wood. Burling looked over at the girl who had now realized the extent of blood that was all over her - something that she had never experienced before.

Burling progressed towards Y/N slowly, “Y/N?” He spoke softly. “Y/N?” He said again. She looked up at him as if he had snapped her out of her thoughts the second time. “Y-yes?” He tilted his head in sympathy, “Are you alright?” She nodded her head once, keeping her eye on the blood. “I just- I’ve never seen so much blood.” He nodded his head once. “Let me get something for you to clean up with.” She looked back up at him with a soft expression, nodding to say thank you.

“Burling!” Francis called out suddenly, bringing in a briefcase into the stage area where men could try on their newly made suits and buy accessories. Burling walked out of the bathroom with a wet towel, handing it to the girl who was still just standing in the doorway of the backroom where Richie laid. Burling walked out to Francis, past the girl.

“Yes, sir?” He asked politely, his thick British accent flooding the room for a moment. “I need you to watch this case well. If anything happens to it I shoot you and I shoot her.” Burling looks back at the young girl. “Sir, I don’t think I am the best choice to watch this.” Francis shakes his head. “I have to get out of here and make sure everyone made it out that could. I can’t take Richie and I can’t take the case.” Burling shakes his head again, “Sir, I am just a tailor. I am not-” Francis cuts the man off and slamming his gun into Burling's head, “Watch it or else.” Y/N turns around to look at the two men. “We’ll take care of it, Francis.” The two men look at her quickly. “Great. I’ll be back when I can. We have extra business to take care of.” Y/N steps forward, “What other business do you have here?” He scoffs, “Nothing that concerns you.” She shakes her head, “Then I guess this briefcase doesn’t concern me either.” Francis looks at the stubborn girl with anger. “Fine.” He walks forward and opens the case. There are three tapes in it. “News got to us about a rat. We need to figure out who that rat is. On top of that, resources are telling us that your father is about to pick sides and it isn’t ours.” The girl perks up, “Says who?” He shrugs. “Says the rat.” The girl looks at him with furrowed brows. “So, unless you can change your daddy’s mind, I suggest you just watch the case and fuck off.” Francis turns to walk towards the door, but it stopped again. “Francis.” She says, catching his attention. “I don’t want him to pick the Lafontaines anymore than you do.” He nods his head once in solidarity. “Let’s get this fucking rat, then.”

“What do we do now?” Y/N sighed, her chest pounding. “We just wait and hope that no one comes in.” She nodded her head softly as she moved to sit next to Burling. He sat in one of the leather chairs in the staging area turned study, sewing the sleeve onto a suit he had been working on for the past week and she was in the one right next to him, reading. The two sat like that for about an hour before a rustle came from the back room.

“Hi,” Richie smiles lightly. Burling got up quickly, pulling a chair over for Richie to sit in next to them and asking if the boy wanted a glass of water. Y/N stood up with him, insisting that the older man continue to sew as she grabbed those things for Richie herself.

Once everyone was settled in their seats again, Y/N opened her mouth. “So, Rich,” He snapped his head over to her, knowing well enough by now that her calling him ‘Rich’ usually meant something he wasn’t gonna like to hear was about to follow. “Francis told us about the rat and about my father.” Richie sighed, “Now why the hell would he tell you that.” The girl shrugged, keeping her eye on her book casually. “I made him.” He scoffed angrily, his voice sort of raising, “Y/N/I, you know I don’t want you apart of this shit!” Burling sat there quietly, listening to the conversation and feeling calmed that Richie at least seems to care about the girl enough to save her from the business her father was actually in. “Richie, I can’t just stand by and watch everyone I love get pulled into this and just do nothing!” He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, already finished with this argument. Richie looks over at Burling and decides to change the conversation - something that Y/N hated, “Hey, English?” Burling looked over at the young man. “Thanks for fixing me up.” Burling nods his head, “Of course, Sir. But you still need a doctor’s look.” Richie nods once, “Well, you at least prolonged my life for now.” The two smile in unison before turning back to what they were doing before.

“Richie.” Y/N says after a few moments of the boy clearly avoiding the conversation with her. “I’m not having this conversation with you, Y/N/I. Now, can you go fetch me a cigarette, please?” The girl looks at him with an angry look before standing up and walking over to the cigarette box. She pulls out one of the small, thin white sticks. She walks back over to Richie, standing behind him and putting the cigarette in his mouth. She grabs a lighter from the man’s suit jacket, still behind him, and pops the trigger to light the tube. He breathes in the smoke, exhaling it softly. The girl walks back over to the cigarette box, walking it over to Burling to silently ask if he wanted one. The older man shakes his head no and smiles at her compassionately. She then walks it back over, setting it down in the spot she got it from. The girl then waltzes herself back to the chair that was right next to Richie’s and she sits down. The whole time, Richie’s eyes never left her body.

“Fine.” The man groans, causing both people to look at him. “What?” The girl asks innocently. Richie rolls his eyes, tapping off the cigarette into the nearest ashtray. “There is a rat. We don’t know who it is, but they’re trying to sell information to the Lafontaines. That’s what two of the tapes are. The other tape is about your father” Y/N sat up excitedly in her chair, “Okay, okay, so what are we gonna do when we find who it is?” Richie looks over at the girl suddenly, “We aren’t going to do anything.” The girl huffs, “God, Richie, why can’t you just let me be a part of your business.” The man shakes his head, “Y/N/I, I’m not excluding you because I don’t think you're capable. I’m excluding you because I don’t want you to fucking die.” The girl furrows her eyebrows softly. She goes to open her mouth to respond, but Richie doesn’t let her. “No, I don’t want to hear you argue anymore about it. I’ll let you in on the secrets, but I-I- You’re not a killer, Y/N/I, and I won’t let you become one.” The girl moves her gaze down to the floor softly. “Okay,” She nods, finally realizing what Richie has been trying to say this whole time.

“Well, what about my father?” Richie looks over at Burling for a moment. “Burling hates him just as much as I do, Richie. You can trust him.” Richie looks over at her for a moment before nodding. “Rumor has it that your pops wants to throw us out and become a full time partner of the Lafontaines.” Y/N shakes her head, “Richie, my father would never do that. He hates nothing more than losing the upper hand and giving into one side over the other is doing just that.” Richie nods his head, “I know.” Y/N looks over at Burling for a moment, confusion written across her face. “You know?” Richie nods again. “Y/N/I, I made the rumor up.” Y/N looks over at the boy dumbfoundedly. “What?” He twirls the cigarette between his fingers. “Don’t be mad-” Richie starts, but quickly gets cut off. “Don’t say something that will make me mad then.” Richie looks over at her with tension. “I did it because I knew the rumor would start trouble for your pops.” Y/N furrows her eyebrows again. “And the trouble might, well, it might get your pops killed, Y/N/I.” Y/N’s eyes went wide. “Richie! You-you-” The boy stood up and walked to crouch in front of the girl. “Y/N/I, your father is a horrible man and that says a lot coming from a guy like me.” The boy looked all over her face as he grabbed her hands and held them tight. “I can’t stand to see him hit you or your mother again. So, I did what needed to be done.” The girl looks at him almost in tears. “Richie, what if-what if my father finds out it’s you?” Richie looks at the ground for a moment. “That’s why we have to be very delicate about the situation and about that briefcase over there.” Richie pointed his cigarette towards said case. The three of them looked at it carefully before Richie went back to his seat and Burling went back to sewing.

Y/N sighs as she stands up and walks towards the case. She clicks it open, earning a sudden glare from Richie. “Y/N/I, leave it alone.” The girl looks back over at the boy pathetically. “Come on, Richie,” The girl whines. He looks over at her sternly, standing up and holding his wound. “What’s in here that’s such a big deal?” Richie sighs, grabbing two of the tapes out with a black line drawn on them. “These will tell us about whoever the fuck has been ratting on us.” Richie grabs the last tape, “And this will tell your pops who’s been ratting on him.” Y/N nods, grabbing the tape from him. “And that rat is you?” Richie nods reluctantly, “Sort of, but not really.” She looks at him to urge him to continue. “I didn’t rat on him as much as I…” The boy trailed off uncomfortably. “As much as I put a hit on him.” Y/N looked back at the tape. “So, why don’t we just destroy it?” Richie takes the tape from the girl, “Because I have a feeling I know who the rat is and I think this tape is going to help me confirm that.” He takes the tape and walks it over to Burling.

“Say, English?” The older man looks up kindly, “Yes, Master Richie?” Richie holds out the tape towards him, “Can you hide this somewhere? I don’t want Y/N/I or I to know where it goes.” Burling grabbed the tape and nodded his head. “Head to the front room. I’ll get you when I've found my spot.” Richie nods his head, grabbing Y/N’s arm, and walking quickly to the front.

Maybe twenty minutes later, Burling lets the couple back into the middle room. They all sit back down in their original seats and stay silent. Richie is smoking, Y/N is reading, and Burling is sewing. It went on like that for almost an hour until the buzzer went off. Burling looked over at Richie, waiting for permission, and then walked to open the front door. There popped out Francis.

“English, how’s Richie doing?” Burling locks the door quickly and follows Francis into the back. “Richie.” Francis greets, ignoring Y/N’s presence as a whole. Richie looks at the man emotionless. “I found a tape player,” Francis informs as he walks towards the briefcase. Richie stands up and walks towards him as well. Francis snaps the case open and investigates the tapes slowly. “Where’s the third tape?” Richie puts his hands in his pants pockets, “What third tape?” Francis licks his lips, turning angrily towards the man with the dark slicked back hair. “Richie, don’t play with me right now. Where’s the fucking tape?” Richie shrugs his shoulders, “I think that’s for me and my pops to know only.” Francis shakes his head, chuckling to himself angrily. “Fine. I’ll just take these now and go.” Richie steps forward and slams the case back down on the table. “Or we could wait for my pops.” Francis turns to the man angrily. “Richie, I’m doing this for your pops. Now let me go take them to the tape player.” Richie nods his head smugly. “I’m sure my pops will be here any moment.” Francis shakes his head impatiently, grabbing his gun from his pocket and pointing it at Richie. “I’m taking these tapes or I’m shooting.” Richie rolls his eyes, grabbing his gun out just as quick and pointing it at Francis. “I suggest you wait for my pops, you fucking prick.” Francis scoffs, lining the gun at Richie’s head. Richie stays still, playing it as cool as he can while still worrying about Y/N. The girl moved slowly towards the third drawer furthest away from her. She moved as unnoticeably as she could and she was seemingly getting away with it.

“Put the fucking gun down, Francis.” Richie demands. “Give me the case.” Francis retorts. The two were truly at a loss. Nothing was going to change unless someone comes in or someone shoots. “You know what?” Francis begins suddenly. “I have two tapes to destroy and one to deliver.” He shrugs his shoulders and smirks devilishly at Richie’s knowing face. “So, I don’t have fucking time for this.” Francis cocks his gun quickly and then two shots go off.

Burling runs over to Y/N quickly, grabbing her as she falls to the ground - Richie doing the same. “Y/N/I?” Richie says, holding her and pulling the gun away from her. Burling grabs it quickly and puts it back in its drawer. “Y/N/I, come on. I need you to talk to me, Okay?” Y/N finally nods her head, but she is still so focused on looking at the body on the floor in front of her. “Baby, you’re safe. I’ve got you.” Richie coos, rocking Y/N softly. “I-I-” Tears start to fall down her face. “I didn’t mean to become a-a-to be a killer.” The tears get heavier as Richie thinks about what he said a couple hours ago. “I just didn't want him to hurt you.” The girl turns to look at the boy in his sparkling brown eyes. “Y/N/I, darling,” Richie stops to wipe the tears off her face. “You aren’t a killer, you were just protecting me, okay?” Y/N turns away and looks back at Francis’ body. “Y/N/I, I need you to repeat that back to me, okay? I need you to tell me you aren’t a killer and you were just protecting me.” Richie makes the girl turn to look him in the eyes again. She nods her head softly, letting her tears calm down. “I-I’m not a killer, I was just protecting y-you.” She nods again and moves to look down at the ground. Richie watches her as she does so and then pulls her to engulf her in a hug. “I love you, Y/N Taylor.” The girl listens as the boy she’s been seeing professes his love for her for the first time verbally. She looks up at him softly, “You love me?” He smiles and grabs her cheeks, “Yeah. I love you.” She smiles softly, “I love you too.”

“Y/N, Master Richie? I hate to interrupt the lovely moment, but there is a matter of dealing with the body…” The two turn towards Burling quickly and then look at Francis. “Y/N/I, you go up front and wait for my pops. English and I can handle this.” Y/N looks at him, nodding her head slowly, and walking out front. Burling shuts the door and moves to grab a towel for the blood. “Do you think he’s actually dead, English?” Richie says, looking at the body suspiciously. “I don’t know, Sir.” The two look at each other with concern before grabbing the body and moving it to go out back. They drop the body and Richie pulls out his gun. He points it at Francis’ head and then turns to Burling with a smirk, “I’m gonna enjoy this shot, English.” Richie turns back to the man on the ground. “God, he’s put my family through so much hell and Y/N through even more than that.” English looks at Richie empathetically for a moment. Then he watches carefully as Richie finally pulls the trigger, letting the bullet destroy Francis’ skull.

The two walk back in silently, prepared to get the Boyle family’s cover up crew to go out back and take care of the mess. Richie proceeds to shoo Burling off to be with Y/N as he cleans up the mess by himself. He cleans up the mess carefully and then walks over to the sink and cleans himself off the best he can. The boy looks up at himself in the mirror for a moment before rubbing his face and walking out as he combs his hair back with his fingers.

“Alright, Y/N/I, everything’s fine now-” Richie stops in his steps when he looks up to see a couple of men holding Y/N and Burling with guns to their heads. “You really have grown into quite a young business man, Richie.” The dark voice compliments. “It’s such a shame that you chose to waste such potential on my little girl.” Y/N scoffs quietly, earning a glare from her father. “That’s enough out of you, Y/N. Now come here.” The guard lets go of the pretty girl, watching carefully as she walks over to her father’s side. “Look at me, girl.” She moves her head upward to look her father in the eyes just as he swings his hand back and hits her across her face. Richie moves to help the girl up from the fall she just had, but is quickly stopped by the multiple guns pointed at him. “I knew I couldn’t trust you yet, but your mother insisted.” He pauses. “Now, you both will have to pay.” Y/N looks up at her father from the ground, “No, please!” She cries, “Don’t hurt mom, just me, please!” Tears well up in her eyes as her father grabs her up from the ground aggressively. “That’s enough.” He pushes her back into the corner angrily. “Burling, over to my daughter.” Burling nods softly and walks over to grab her, pulling her back into the middle room and out of sight.

Burling pulls the doors shut then walks over to the girl carefully, “Quiet now, I have a plan.” Y/N looks at him with worried eyes, but nods her head regardless and walks with the older gentleman.

Meanwhile, Richie is getting laid into by Mr. Taylor. “I don’t know what to do with you, Richie.” Two of the three guards are now holding tight onto the young man. “I could kill you.” Taylor pauses. “I want to kill you. Especially to punish that no good daughter of mine.” Richie scoffs. “You can’t kill me.” Taylor chuckles at the boy’s confidence. “No, Richie, I can’t.” He pauses again. “But I can hurt you.” Taylor takes one step closer, “Really,” and another, “Really,” one more, “Bad.”

Richie yells out as Taylor moves to cut into the boy’s skin. Y/N turns quickly, being stopped by Burling as she could ruin the plan. The girl nods slightly with tears in her eyes. Richie continues to yell out horribly as Burling and Y/N try to quietly move around and gather the weapons that Burling has hidden in his shop. “Y/N, darling, are you sure you want to do this?” Y/N turns to look at Burling, nodding, “I’ll take care of my father if you can grab the other two.” Burling nods at the girl once before letting the two burst out the doors.

Burling shoots at the men holding Richie, giving the boy enough time to grab the gun in his pocket and shoot one of them dead, Burling shooting the other one. Y/N shoots the man protecting her father in the arm and leg, letting Richie turn swiftly and shooting him in the chest. Leaving Mr. Taylor completely vulnerable. The man scoffs arrogantly, “What do you think you’re going to do, Y/N?” He shakes his head and walks closer to the girl with the gun pointed at him. “You won’t kill your own father.” The girl takes this as her chance to scoff this time. “I can’t wait to dance on your grave.” She says through gritted teeth, pulling the trigger quickly and shooting her father in the neck. The older man falls to the ground with his hand wrapped around his neck, gasping for air. He grabbed his neck immediately, falling to the floor. Richie walks over to Y/N slowly, then he pulls his gun up and points it at him.

“Don’t.” She says, “He deserves to die in a slow and painful way.”

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