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reiderwriter · 1 year ago

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hi!!! omg i’ve been following you for a bit now and i saw that it’s not only your 1k celebration(AHHHHHH OMG CONGRATS GIRL!!!) but also your birthday soon!!! So happy birthday and i hope you’re having a fantabulous day!!

If it’s not too much trouble, could i request #4 on your 1k celeb list for Spencer Reid? maybe like imagine they’re undercover in a club or at a party and reader has to dance on him for some odd reason and boy is already mad in love and now he’s got a hard on while his crush dances on him for a case and reader maybe takes mercy on him and drags him to a private place tooooooo😋😋

it’s totally okay if this isn’t to your fancy so don’t feel pressured at all!! i love your writing so much and i just know anything you write, even if you don’t write this ask or if you change it up, will be amazing!!! enjoy your birthday b and take loads of a care of yourself!💕💕

A/N: Thank you for the request, and I AM SO SORRY it took me nearly four months to get to 😭 I actually loved writing this one, so I hope you enjoy reading it! Thank you for the birthday wishes 💖

Warnings: public sex, sex in an alleyway, talks of oral (m receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, dirty talk, creampie, coworkers to lovers, spoilers for upto season 7 of Criminal Minds.

“Cover? Right now? I'm wading through three caseloads of paperwork right now, I don't have time to go gallivanting across the country for another unit.” You stressed to your Unit Chief as she smiled sympathetically at you.

“Temporary reassignment means your desk will be cleared of work when you return, I'll personally complete it myself. That is if you decide to come back.”

“It would take one hell of an offer to get me to join another team, ma'am, and you know it.”

Working under your boss Andi Swann at the Domestic Trafficking Task Force was something you took a lot of pride in. The work you did saved hundreds of women across the country, and you found justice for the ones you were too late for. It had been your second choice after you'd left the academy and a particularly ambitious one, all things considered.

“Y/N, the Behavioural Analysis Unit needs you. Now, I remember your resume as well as you do, most likely, so don't try to convince me all of the profiling credits and courses you took at the academy were solely to be used for trafficking work.”

You flushed as the woman caught you off guard. It was true that you hoped to someday be able to transfer to the aforementioned unit, but you truly still respected the woman in front of you.

Deciding that your respect trumped your human need to placate her worries about you suddenly skipping out on her, you simply cleared your throat and spoke as calmly as possible.

“What is it exactly that the BAU needs me for?”

The older woman smiled back at you and shook her head slightly before opening her mouth again.

“It seems that one of their team members needs a date.”

–X–

Having recovered from the shock of your reassignment and its details, you'd found yourself packing a few things from your desk, grabbing your go-bag, climbing into the elevator and arriving at the doors of the BAU.

You then struggled for a few minutes to open with all the things crowding your hands.

“Here let me,” a voice said from behind you, as you suddenly saw an arm come up around your side to push the door open. You followed your gaze up the arm until your back was against the door, moving backwards even as he pushed it open as your throat went dry.

The man in front of you was hot. It was as if some deity had plucked your ideal type out of your mind, moulded him with clay, and kiln fired him before placing him right back in front of you as temptation.

You were sure that minutes had passed since he'd spoken with you just staring up at him like this, but alas, you really couldn't help yourself.

“Oh! Thank you,” you smiled, hoping it would diffuse the sudden awkward atmosphere that your staring had bought on. “I'm sorry, can you tell me where Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner's office is?” You mumbled out, trying to clear your throat silently as you lost yourself in the strangers' gaze.

His eyes were locked on yours, and as he broke eye contact, your heart jumped as you noticed his ears were stained red, embarrassment apparently not lost on him.

“Up the stairs, first office, his name is on the door. You must be SSA Y/N.” Shocked to hear your name drop from his mouth you felt a Rusholme mortification as you studied the man once again.

Slightly messy hair, pile of books in his hand, dressed like he'd fallen into a closet at a retirement home, tall wiry frame.

Ashley Seaver's description of Doctor Spencer Reid had been spot on. Apart from the part where she had failed to mention, he was quite possibly the most attractive man on earth.

“Doctor Reid?” You asked, voice a squeak, almost scared that you were wrong despite there being no suggestion that you might be.

“How did you…?” His eyes widened with a smile as he looked back to you again, searching for answers with his head cocked slightly to the side.

“I work in Domestic Trafficking. Agent Seaver and my unit chief both gave me brief descriptions of your team so I wouldn't get bogged down with introductions when I got here.” You explained quickly for fear that he'd think you slightly stalkerish for knowing his name, even though he obviously knew yours as well.

He smiled slightly awkwardly again and gestured further inside the office, sending you off to your temporary new Unit Chief's office with a small whisper.

“I look forward to working with you.”

--X–

The debrief with Aaron Hotchner was swift and you appreciated the man's ability to cut straight to the point.

There was a killer targeting women in New York City, just like there were killers targeting women everywhere. But this one had taken specific issue with women who were social climbers, who attended events with high profile and successful men on their arms.

So far, the NYPD could link 7 homicides to the killer and were under pressure to catch the guy before Lucky Number eight.

The FBI had stepped in and suggested you be Lucky Number eight.

They'd been sent the case as a consult and provided the profile, to which the NYPD had asked for full cooperation.

Which is how you found yourself on a jet heading to New York City two hours after Andi Swann had called you into her office. Productive day.

“What does your budget look like after a year of private jet travel?” You wondered out loud as you followed Hotchner onto the plane. SSA David had followed you onto the plane as well, having tried to introduce himself earlier. You'd allowed him the moment of humility before telling him you knew exactly who he was, and he'd be surprised if anyone in the entire bureau didn't.

“Well they haven't put me on display yet, so I don't think I'm quite a fossil. Pleasure to be working with you.”

His words were kind enough, but they were a reminder of the other man you'd met earlier.

The man who had since climbed into the seat next to you, ready for the on the go case briefing.

“We've established identities for the two of you, ready for you to go in tonight to establish yourselves as bait,” Hotch explained, handing you each a personnel folder.

“Spencer, you'll be Charles Buchanan, local businessman with alleged ties to several socialite families in the Upper East Side.” That seemed to earn a few chuckles from Agent Morgan from his perch at the other end of the plane desk, but he cleverly kept his mouth shut.

“Y/N, you'll be Daisy Smith, you're a student putting herself through a graduate degree, who has turned to sugaring to cover course fees.”

“Sugaring?” Rossi asked from Hotch's side, waiting for someone to clarify.

“It's a term used to describe the act of being a sugar baby or sugar daddy. A usually non-sexual consensual relationship involving cash or other materialistic gifts.” Spencer filled in the gaps easily, without looking up from the file he was scanning ridiculously fast.

Okay, speed-reading and super intelligence check, and you were two for two on descriptions of Spencer Reid. Swann's description had also left a lot to be desired.

“We've got Garcia establishing some online profiles for the both of you currently using the images you sent us earlier. Hopefully, we were correct in our estimation of his hunting grounds, but he'll need to stalk you for a night or two before he strikes.”

You cleared your throat carefully as you finally decided to ask the question that had been bugging you the entire time.

“I'm sorry if this is forward, but is there a reason I was chosen for this assignment? I don't have much undercover experience, and I was told there were two women on your team. Was I misinformed?”

“That's correct. Unfortunately, last week, Agent Prentiss decided to take a job with Interpol in London. Agent Jareau was also recently married, so she put in leave to enjoy her honeymoon. None of the candidates we have lined up fit our Unsub's type. You do.”

“As good as I would look in a dress, you're going to be much more effective at catching this guy,” Morgan joked from the side, just as Hotch accepted a video call through to the jet.

“Morgan in a dress, sounds like one of my dreams come true.”

“Calm it, baby girl, what have you got for us?”

“Invitations to a charity ball being held in Manhattan tonight, and around 1000 hits across five sugaring platforms for Miss Y/N. If the FBI turns out to be a letdown, you have a lot of serious offers here, sweetie.” You laughed out loud at how she blasted through and diffused all the tension in your team, without even thinking to introduce herself first.

“You must be Penelope Garcia. It's nice to meet you.”

“Not as nice as it is to meet you, I promise.”

The remainder of the jet ride had been quiet if not restful, the presence of Spencer Reid a disturbingly pretty thorn in your side.

You'd sneaked glances at him multiple times, not an easy feat on a jet filled with profilers. His fingers had grazed yours as he passed you his file earlier as well, letting you read up on his new character.

What you found most distracting, though, was the now bare stretch of skin peaking out from his shirt collar.

He'd decided to take a nap at some point earlier, and now you silently cursed him for it as you looked at the splash of skin distractedly.

You could press your lips there and work your way up to his lips. Or you could go in the opposite direction and have more fun, you reminded yourself.

It seemed that image had you waking up, jerking upright so that you would not let that go any further.

This was your job. You were a professional, an FBI agent.

You weren't allowed to imagine giving this man a blow job on government time. You'd have to save that thought for after the case was closed, and you could go your separate ways, you thought.

Landing was easy and you moved straight into dress fittings and practising your story for the party later that night.

Which meant a blissful few hours without the distraction of Spencer Reid.

Luckily for you, the first dress they'd given you to wear had turned out to be a good fit, showcasing some of your more prominent assets.

It hugged your body tight, but it wasn't uncomfortable, showing off a generous amount of cleavage and leg as well. It wasn't quite scandalous, but you knew it was definitely the kind of outfit that would stick out like a sore thumb at a socialite dinner.

Which meant it was perfect for baiting the unsub.

By 7pm, you'd been outfitted, prepped, and deposited in the back of a limousine with Spencer Reid, and you were right back at square one trying not to climb him then and there.

His outfit choice had been slightly harder, apparently, given his taller frame, but the three piece suit they'd given him was do perfect it was hard to tell it wasn't tailored to his measurements.

“Are you nervous?” He asked, whispering the words in your ear as he stroked your hand. Although the limousine driver was an undercover NYPD detective, you'd both been told to get into character as quickly as possible.

There were a series of other undercover agents being placed throughout the party tonight - Hotch was going in as a representative of the District Attorney's office, a few NYPD detectives were serving guests drinks and food, and Rossi had managed to get an invite as himself.

Morgan was left running surveillance in the van outside.

Because of your outfit and the nature of the unsubs attacks, there had been no point in trying to put a wire on you at this point in time. It'd take him a week of surveillance to pick you up anyway. Tonight would just be the start of his hunt.

So you let Spencer stroke your hand, fingers locked in his as you gave him a smile, and tried not to imagine them wrapped around his cock.

“Just a little. I think it's the dress shows off a bit more than I'm used to.” He took a second to glance down your body, as if he'd been waiting for your permission until now, and you watched his eyes pause over your chest and at where the hem sat at the top of your thighs, dangerously close to bearing everything.

“You look… beautiful. I think our unsub will like it, at least.”

You tried to hide your disappointment as he pulled his hand away, ready to open the door as the car pulled up to your destination.

You surveyed the room as you walked in, trying to memorise every particularly leering smile from men as you made your way to your seat.

After half an hour, though, it seemed like catching your guy was going to be like finding a needle in a haystack. Or a creep in a room full of creeps.

It seemed like every man who talked to Spencer only glanced at you to stare down your dress, a few even attempting to pat your back and let their hands drift south.

If it weren't for the sake of the job, you'd have sucker punched some of the richest men in New York City by now. And you'd have enjoyed it.

Politely detaching himself from conversation, Spencer guided you away to the dance floor for a second. You'd planned it this way for when you needed some time privately to discuss potential suspects.

A few other couples glided around the floor as you stood chest to chest with Spencer, surprised how confidently he was handling the caseload.

His hands took their places, one on your hip, the other gripping your own as you both began to sway side to side.

“Any ideas?” He whispered in your ear as you moved delicately.

“Your 10 o’clock. Younger son of the Johnson family. He’s been sat glaring at me for 10 minutes despite his mother's attempts to network for him.”

“It fits the profile, absent father, overbearing mother. He has obvious disdain for you. Is there anyone else?” His words were hot against your skin as you looked up at him, finding your lips surprisingly close as your bodies continued swaying together.

“Half of the men in this room have undressed me with their eyes, the other half actually tried to put their hands on me when they were talking to you.” He stiffened at that, breaking eye contact as his eyes flashed with sudden emotion.

His hand slid from your waist further down to stroke your ass slightly as he watched the crowd to see anyone taking offence at his sudden bold display of affection.

At least that was what you assumed he was doing as you too began to glance around, watching for anyone watching you, confident that Hotch, Rossi, and the others would do the same.

When his hand on your ass pulled you closer into him, though, you weren't so sure.

“Spencer, what are you-” You started in confusion, noticing that his gaze had returned to you. More specifically, that it had returned to your chest, as he stared down at how your breasts looked, pushed up against his chest as they were.

He encouraged your other hand to wrap around his shoulder, freeing his other hand to land on your ass again as he pulled you closer still.

You'd almost stopped moving, certain that having his body pressed against yours in every place hardly counted as dancing. You opened your mouth to say as much when you felt something twitch against your thigh. A low groan slipped from Spencer's lips as he adjusted your positions slightly as you felt something hard shift against your leg.

“Do you seriously have a boner right now?” You whispered, as much in exasperation as in excitement.

Spencer Reid was grinding his boner into you in front of a room full of people, and you felt like you'd just won the lottery.

“I'm sorry, natural reaction. You look so hot tonight, and then your hands were all over me.” He rambled slightly in his explanations, mortification clear on his face as he tried to apologise.

“It's okay.” You whispered in his ear, pulling yourself up on your toes softly to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

If you just so happened to rub up against him going up and down, eliciting another deep groan for the man, then so be it.

“Y/N…” He whispered you name like a prayer and it almost convinced you that there was no one else in the room.

“Spencer, there's no way our unsub is going to approach us if you have that thing tenting your pants.” You kept your voice low as your hands trailed down his chest. Pushing one further, you gently rubbed over his clothed member as if accentuating your point.

“We need to solve this problem, don't you think?”

His jaw clenched as he contemplated your words, trying not to let any other sounds out. His nod was barely perceptible, but within seconds you were glancing around the room for a quick exit, and in another minute, you'd slipped through a service entrance and out through some corridors into a dimly lit alleyway.

As soon as you were cloaked in darkness, Spencer was on you.

Whirling you around, he backed you into the wall until your back was pressed into it, and his lips were on yours.

You moaned helplessly into the kiss, hands finding his chest again and moving south even as he began exploring your body.

“This is an important case, and we're about to blow it because I can't keep my hands off you,” he whispered between kisses, lips trailing down your neck.

“Do you know how crazy we both must be?”

“I know exactly how crazy for you I am, Reid. Now, please let me suck your dick.” You moaned the words as his fingers found their way into your panties, stroking your clit.

“Y/N, I'm trying to talk sense into us here.” He groaned as your fingers fumbled with his pant buttons, hand sliding into the material to wrap around his cock.

“How much sense are you talking with your fingers inside me?” You panted, willing him to just fully let go and let you both enjoy yourselves.

“While we're out here, Hotch and Rossi are inside, noting down anyone who takes particular offence to our exit. We can enjoy ourselves and catch a better lead.” You started slowly pumping him then, as he pushed closer into you, allowing you to reach more of him at this different angle.

His head dropped to your shoulder as he breathed out a laugh.

“Right, this will help.” He tried to convince yourself, and you grinned in victory, rocking your hips against his hand to find your release sooner.

Until he withdrew his hand and used it to grasp your own, halting your movements.

“Spencer?” You pouted slightly, but he pressed another kiss to your lips this time forceful and demanding, to guess begging permission to enter and dominate you.

You gladly accepted him into your mouth, even as you felt him pushing up your skirt, letting the material ride higher as it had been trying to do all night.

Making sure you were steady against the brick wall, he pulled your hips up and around his, pushing your panties to the side as he pushed inside of you.

The stretch was maddening. Everywhere he touched became hot against the cool night breeze as he began his frenzied strokes into you.

You lost all capability for speech, which was probably for the best, as you were sure you'd only ask for him to do more disgusting things to you eventually.

His mouth slid to the top of your breasts as they bounced with each thrust, waiting to claim a nipple in his mouth when one eventually came free of the offending material.

“Such a little slut, begging to suck my dick. Maybe next time, princess.” You screamed and arched your back as he finally bit down around your nipple, soothing the skin with his tongue as he licked and suckled there.

His other hand fell to your clit again, pushing you to the edge as you finally came on his cock.

He didn't stop though, powering through as you tightened around him, moaning wantonly as his thrusts hit deeper still.

“Let's see what our unsub thinks when he sees my cum dripping out of you,” he whispered again, as he too let himself go, releasing spurt after spurt of cum inside of you.

Making sure you were strong enough, he set you back down on the ground, keeping an arm wrapped around you protectively as you smoothed your clothes back into place.

You helped him button his pants as he smoothed your hair, tucking a stray piece behind your ear before ducking in for one more sweet kiss.

“I'm sorry that I couldn't let you, uh, perform orally,” he blushed again, his ears that same shade of red you noticed earlier as he guided you back inside. “I think someone would have noticed if I'd ruined your makeup that much.”

You practically choked on your own spit as you finally slipped back into the dance hall.

“Next time,” you said, making sure to finish the conversation you'd started. “We’ll have more privacy.”

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hkblack · 4 months ago

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Let me tell you a story...

It starts in the summer of 2021. Honestly it probably starts a little before that. 2020 through 2022 ish are a bit hazy because there was a lot of sitting around at home doing nothing.

Somewhere in that haziness my partner goes “wait, you haven’t watched this Good Omens show yet? And you haven’t read the book? … oh no. You should do that.”

And immediately after finishing the show I knew I was in trouble. I knew if I read the book I would absolutely fall down the fandom rabbit hole and be trapped, and so for a very long while, I didn’t. Until I did.

And then in August 2021, I wandered into fandom. I had been lurking. Seeing what AO3 had to offer. Crawling back onto Tumblr. But I had a story idea, and I needed a beta reader. And the last time I was in fandom, LiveJournal was still a thing, so I didn’t know where to go.

I found out about Discord, and I signed up for a thousand servers, it felt like, and in one server I bravely started sticking my neck out.

There was talk about someone writing a Human AU on a farm, and farm animals in general, and I chimed in about goat-scaping. And then I made the joke that would seal my fate.

“I don’t know if I could write a kid fic, but you know. I could write a kid (goat) fic.”

It was meant to be a short, sweet, meet-cute. Professor Aziraphale has a goat from the goat scaping team break into his office. Based loosely on a campus experience where a member of the goat-scaping team at a campus I was on tried (and failed) to get into a classroom once.

A simple formula. Maybe a 4+1? 4 times a goat broke into Professor Aziraphale Fell’s office, and one time it didn’t.

I even found the first beta reading request. First chapter done, I’ve got four more planned. Rated T.

Ha.

I started writing Chapter 5, you know, the final chapter, and realized—there’s more to this story. These characters have life, and story, and who doesn’t want to see more goats? Also, had I truly fulfilled the “kid-fic” portion of my joke?

I think we can all agree that no, no I hadn’t.

So, I kept writing. But I also found my stride in other Discord Servers and in Fandom in general. And in the winter of 2021, I went on a beta-reading blitz for the Gift Exchange happening in the Do It With Style Events Discord server. I read something like 14? 15? stories in a very short amount of time and in doing so, got to know some really amazing people and began to carve out my spot in the community.

From this server I found folks with lived goat-experience who were willing to share and advise me. From this server I found beta readers and brit pickers willing to cheer me on and guide my writing to the best version it could be. I found friends and joy and I found community.

And if you look very carefully through the pages of Bleating Hearts, I think that at its heart, past the puns, past the obvious fast burn love story, and the crooked Luce Matin and demanding James Starr, and even beyond the goats, it’s a story about finding your place in a community. While we talk about Aziraphale and Crowley and their relationship, so many people have asked me about Anathema and Crowley at the chicken coop (we only got to see Newt and Aziraphale in the bedroom). The most commented on scene is Anathema pulling the car over and getting Aziraphale’s consent to go to Tracy’s for lunch.

It's a story with goats, romance, and drama. But it’s a story about community.

I have thanked the people most involved a thousand times over, and I will always take an excuse to thank them again. @ambrasue, my ride or die beta reader. She is who to thank for the sentences making sense. And for me not beating you all over the head with the word “Gently.” HolRose, for the Brit-Picking and second pair of eyes when Ambra and I had gone cross-eyed, and always, always, always having a kind comment ready to go for every chapter update. @writingordinaryrealities, for all things Goats, and for not laughing at me when we met in person and I lost my cool over real life goats.

@mirjam-writes! Mirjam made me my first ever fanart for one of my fanfics! And so many more of you have followed suit and I never know what to say when I see it but I always make a noise and run excitedly to my partner and flap my hands and show him his heart and he always gets the dumbest smile and goes, “I love when people make you goat fanart. You are adorable when you’re verklempt.”

But also, the DIWS and Good Omens community. Every single person who shouted at one of my snippets when I needed a boost and shared a bit of what I was proud of. Every single person who tagged me in a goat video—you all have tagged me in so many goat videos. I watch each and every one of them. Every single person who got excited when I said I was finally ready to start posting.

Because you see, that support, that community, led me to pay it forward. At TIC4 in 2023, I had just finished my panel on beta reading and was feeling a bit amped up. I saw in the chat that someone wanted to talk Slow Show and Human Aus and, I don’t know if y’all know this, but uh, I’m a big fan of human AUs. And so I hopped into the break out room and met J.

J is a lovely human who has been fandoming since the OG Star Trek days with Kirk and Spock. She had found a physical copy of Slow Show and just needed to talk to someone, anyone about it. She wasn’t sure what the Archive was, she was still learning her way around digital fandom, and I instantly wanted to reach out and help her find community and joy the way I had when I got started in the fandom. So, I sat down and I gave her my favorites. I told her how to find me on socials. We connected on Discord. We sent each other long letters back and forth on Discord sharing our joys and frustrations and our love of GO and talking about all sorts of other things. And it has been amazing listening to her stories and getting to know her.

Unbeknownst to me, J had reached out to @brunheiffer to ask for a physical copy of Bleating Hearts. Now—I’m all for fandom in the physical space, but it’s never even crossed my mind to do more than something printed out at my home printer, hastily hole punched, and shoved into a binder so I could sneak fanfiction reading time during 5th period math class after I was done with my worksheets many, many, many moons ago. When brunheiffer reached out and asked if they could print and bind a copy for me—I didn’t know what to say. Or do. Or think. I think I keysmashed? I keysmashed after I made my partner read the message out loud. And then I went and looked through tumblr and all of brunheiffer’s excellent work. And then I went, “Do I say yes?” and he went “um YES OF COURSE YOU SAY YES. WHAT”

So, I said yes.

I also said yes to progress shots and got to watch some of the coolest work ever. I didn’t know how books…ya know…booked. Witchcraft probably? I’m still convinced there is witchcraft involved, but there is also an incredible amount of skill, and time, and patience, and hard work, and love that is put into making a book a book. And learning what I did, and watching the process, and seeing the care that brunheiffer put into each of the three (THREE!) sets of books that were made (one for me, one for brunheiffer, one for J), was just stunning.

Do you know, J reached out to me and apologized for not asking me first and asked me if it was okay that she had reached out and asked if brunheiffer would do this for her? Why would I ever be against something so heartfelt and kind?

I cried.

I legitimately sat in my office and cried.

When people ask me how I write the way I do, or why I write, or anything along those lines. I have the same answer. “I write for myself.”

Oh sure, I started to write Bleating Hearts to make Ambra laugh and/or have feelings, but at the end of the day, when I write, it is because I need to get the bed time stories I tell myself at night, the day dreams while sitting on the bus, out of my head and somewhere else—so that a new movie can play. And when I write, I write knowing that I will come back to that story. That I will forget the little pieces (because I have a pretty shit memory tbh), and I’ll be able to go back, and wrap myself up in the comfort of the story I have written, and be surprised by some of the little details I left as presents for myself. And be excited. And be happy. And watch my favorite movie again.

So every time I see someone make art of this story, or talk about how they love the story, or how happy it made them, or the feelings it inspired, or how reading goats made them want to write their own fanfiction—I get, well, like my partner says, “verklempt.” I don’t know what to do with that feeling, other than to just be overwhelmed that somehow something I made to entertain me has brought other people so much joy. Has helped people connect and find community.

What a powerful and beautiful thing that is.

Not everything I write is going to be Bleati—y'all I am just going to call it Goats. Calling it Bleating Hearts feels so weird. It’s Goats. That’s the name of the story. That’s my name for the story.

Anyway.

Not everything is going to be Goats. I’ve got some wips in the hopper right now that are um…lots of angst and heavy spice. Not everything I write is going to be liked by everyone. Some of it may even offend you.

But knowing that this one thing has inspired you all to the point that I’ve been gifted the ability to hold my story in my hand?

That’s powerful.

And it only exists because this community, this Good Omens community, has come together and chosen joy.

There’s some bad apples out there, there are in every bunch. But I am liberal with my block button and have been blessed to find a welcoming and warm community that creates some amazing and incredible art—whether that’s like actual like digital or pen to paper art, or the fiction you write, or the podfics you record, or the meta analysis you write, or the playlists or the animatics or the beta reading or the shouting unhinged support or the role playing or the plushies, or the books you bind—this community is full of incredibly creative and amazing people.

So thanks, y’all, for letting me part of your community, and enjoying my silly little goat fic. And thank you brunheiffer and J for this amazing gift.

If you haven’t read it, or just want to reread it, you can read Bleating Hearts (GOATS) on Archive of Our Own.

All my love,

(I am the most cringe sap on main right now. No regurts)

#long post #with photos #bleating hearts #hk writes #hk is having a MOMENT HERE #OKAY #I'm FINE #LOOK AT THE THING #brunheiffer made a hat!#where there wasn't a hat before!#someone please get my sondheim references I am begging you as a fandom #I literally wrote you a Sondheim and Good Omens primer #I'll put it in a fic next #no #don't let me pick up more plot bunnies #I am actively writing three stories right now #stop #I'm crying over these pictures though #honestly fuck the pictures I'm trying to keep myself from shaking these books apart #I keep touching them #I don't think they're real #there is an argument happening about whether they are allowed in the main shared space bookcases #or if they are to stay on my private bookshelves in my office #I am voting private bookshelves #my partner is against this #please weigh in if you've read this far: let the books be part of my good omens collection in my office #or display them proudly in the main space

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dhalsimxhonda · 4 months ago

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HONSIM ; TALK ABOUT OLD DAYS (REWRITTEN)

SUMMARY … the rewritten version of the old “talk about old days” prompt except lukejamie is only featured there . for reasoning, please check out this post .

CW … mentions of trans pregnancy .

CHARACTERS … edmond honda, dhalsim, luke sullivan, & jamie siu .

SETTING … street fighter 6 .

A/N … this is to make it up for my inactivity there .

the sumo wrestler chef took a look at the beautiful skyscraper around edomon and its cozy surroundings. he couldn’t believe how amazed everyone was when they took a shot in there. he could even watch the statue of liberty and it felt like a dream. all dressed up with his turtleneck, he already felt warmth and wind at the same time. it was all interrupted by his workers telling him that two couple’s orders were ready and he should be serving it. “thank ya as always for letting me know. please take a break while i do my work, sir!”

edmond smiled and left the view as he began carrying the meals with his other mates. towards the couple, he placed all of the respective plates onto luke sullivan and jamie siu. “and there ya have it, please enjoy all of yer foods, fellas. all done from recipes by me!” the trainee smiled and gave edmond a handshake as an honor. “no worries, we enjoy spending time in your restaurant watching those sumo matches!” the sumo wrestler chef chuckled from luke’s encouragement. “why thank ya! we should spare some time soon, sullivan!”

after leaving the two of them alone, he then went to supervise the sumo match from the heya, crossing his hands. “yoga!” behind him, the yoga master who was also dressed up with a turtleneck placed his hands onto his husband’s shoulders. “did you miss me, darling?”

edmond turned his head towards dhalsim and gave him a big hug while spinning around. “oh, dhalsim-kun! how much i miss yer embrace!” the hindu man laughed as he gently caressed the japanese man’s cheeks. “do ya know that you’re my #1?”

“yes, my dear edmond! but please calm yourself.” dhalsim tried to snap his husband’s pda out of it. the sumo wrestler carefully placed the yoga master down as he kissed him on the cheeks. “i know i shoulda calmed myself down, but seein’ ya makes me happy! i’m so glad to see ya, dhalsim-kun!” the yoga master chuckled while kissing his husband’s lips. “glad to see you again, my darling! please, tell me what are you doing?” the couple went back to the view. “i had to serve the couple seconds ago!” he replied. “ya know they love to spend time here on edomon!” he laughed as dhalsim embraced his arms onto his husband’s shoulders. “what couple?” he asked as edmond turned around and looked at the four men. “sullivan and siu.”

dhalsim blinked, all eyes on his husband. “hm, the two rivals?” he asked as he turned around. the sumo wrestler chef glanced at his husband. “yep.” he replied. “plus, seein’ them together just reminds me of us when we’re younger.” his smile grew softly as he held dhalsim’s hands. “do ya ever miss our youth back then?” the yoga master thought and remembered memories from eighteen years ago.

back when they both met in mumbai, and became good parents with datta and sanjo edmond honda received his transition goals and dhalsim carried and gave birth to anishk. from taking down shadaloo as many times before, traveling from japan to india endless times until they finally reached their new chapter in metro city. they lost count of how many times they make love and would do anything to kiss birthmarks, bodypaints, or scars. all of the difficulties of becoming street fighters and protectors of their three children ended when honda decided to establish his restaurant in metro city. sanjo has been training sumo wrestling, datta is studying to become a doctor, and anishk enjoyed studying in his elementary school with his friends.

eighteen years of being together have been the best decision that dhalsim and edmond took and their respect for each other is so special that they deserve each other. their fate with each other was meant to be after all. dhalsim remembered everything…

“i indeed miss our youth. and the day that we met changed everything about us. you were so handsome when you were on your late twenties, and you still are nowadays.” dhalsim recalled as he held his husband’s hands back. “i love you, darling. i still love you after nineteen years of our first fight.”

as luke and jamie watched both of them in awe, the coach wrapped his arms around siu. “y’know, meathead.” he spoke. “they really could be us when we get older.” jamie blinked and laughed with a slight blush. “you mean these two guys? it will not happen ever! how do they even get together in the first place? do people really know that they were together back in the 90s or some shit?”

luke sullivan chuckled as he kissed his boyfriend on the cheeks. “it’s sometimes hard being a street fighter and being together. but we’ll work things out together, just you and me, siu.” he replied as jamie agreed and both continued to enjoy their food and companion.

#street fighter #dhalsim #e honda #dhalsim x e honda #honsim #t4t #luke sullivan #jamie siu #lukejamie #cw tmpreg #cw mpreg #memories #old man yaoi #my writing #writing prompt #dhalsimxhonda

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tmwcs · 1 year ago

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ↀOUBLE IIROUBLE - CHAPTER ONE

Series Masterlist

Okay so i decided to just complete the teaser since it pretty much incorporated all of chapter 1. These chapters will be incorporated with some SMAU images, so be prepared to watch as tension grows. ;)

Pairings: Twin step brothers (Heejeong and Heeseung) and Reader.

Warnings: not so much in this one.....just covering down the formalities. Just some minor skin to skin contact is all. NOT PROOFREAD, i tried since it's a new series but with the constant interruptions, i just couldnt....so bear with me on this.

It had started to rain the moment your taxi-cab pulled up front at the main entrance of the restaurant.

“Here you are sir.”

“Thank you.”

Paying the driver, you step out of the car and quickly ran inside; entering the small foyer, you try to brush yourself dry as the damp pieces of hair remains glued to your skin. Walking up to the hostess bar, you issued a small smile and proceed to greet the young girl before you.

“Hi, I’m here to meet with my mother, her name is (enter your mother’s name here).”

“Oh yes, right this way please.”

Trailing behind, you spot your mother already seated at the table. Upon making eye contact, she stands and greets you with open arms.

“Hi mommy. I’m sorry, am I late?”

“No more than usual, y/n.” Chuckling at her comment, the both of you hug it out and sit across from each other.

“So, how do you like your new job at the museum? Do you like being a curator?”

“ I love it. The people I work with are also amazing and very helpful.”

“Mmm..that’s good. Did you get settled into your new place, with Wendy?”

“Yeah, actually I’m still unpacking but Wendy has been super helpful.”

“That’s good.”

You always were fond of talking with your mother. She was, in large part, your biggest supporter and had always shared a bond with you that was similar to that of an elder sister, not so much a mother. Yet when the time called for such, her maternal instincts would kick in, and she’d succeeded in aiding you through every obstacle as the best mother anyone could ever ask for.

College had been a bit rough for you. It was dreadful and while you remained entirely focused on your studies, others such as your college roommate, Wendy, who you became fast friends with, had been focused on boys. You loved and respected your friend of four years, yet she had a terrible habit of picking out the worst out of the male population. Nevertheless, she was someone you could always count on, even if she was moving her new boyfriend, Jeff, into the apartment, after you had agreed to move in and split all the living expenses.

“Do you like the apartment?” your mother inquires as she takes in a bite of her meal.

“It’s a bit small, but it’s do-able. Actually…” chewing on your food, you take a sip out of your drink before proceeding to inform your mother of the unexpected third roommate…

“Wendy just moved in her boyfriend, which I guess works out better because it means that our rent will be cheaper.”

“Her boyfriend? Didn’t you say you disliked him because he was always hitting on you?”

“Yeah…I mean I got that vibe but I could be overthinking it. Plus I have my own room, it makes it easy to limit the interactions. I think all in all it will be fine.”

“Do you want to move back in with me?” both you and your mother chuckle at her response.

“Maybe….we’ll see.” You smirk as you flew a wink in her direction.

Peering down at her drink, she places a hand around the glass, but does not proceed to drink out of it, instead, she taps the rim with her finger.

“Actually, I’m thinking about moving as well.”

Pausing your motions, you look up slightly wide eyed. With a confused smile, you inquired for closure as you manufactured her words.

“But…you love your apartment.”

“Yeah I do, but….its just so crowded.” She continues as she gazes out the window. “I’ll still be here, locally, but I’m thinking of moving into a house.”

“A house?”

“Yeah.”

Your look of confusion was enhanced by a slight roll in your eye as you try to configure the vague telling of your mother’s plans in relocating. Puzzled, you became a bit more forceful, though not aggressive, in trying to fish out the meaning behind her decision. Before you could speak, however, she had beaten you to the punch.

“Remember that guy I told you about? That I met three months ago?”

“You mean the one you met at the mayor’s inauguration ceremony?”

“Yeah.”

You shifted your gaze around, recalling the events of when your mother told you of a gentleman that she had met, when she, her sister, and your cousins had attended a lively event that was graced by the presence of some known and important figures known throughout the city. CEO’s, executives, politicians, and even members of foreign royal households had attended.

“Mmm..yeah….okay I remember. You’re moving in with him?”

Sipping from her glass, she sets her drink down and while maintaining strict eye contact at the condensation dripping down from the cup, she tells you…

“We’re getting married. In three weeks.”

As the valet service opens the door to your cab, you quickly paid the driver and ran inside the lavish hotel.

‘Lets see….she said the restaurant was on the top floor…..sooo…..elevators, elevators, elevators. Where are the-oh! Found you!’

Pressing the button, you shifted nervously as you felt your mother’s disappointment through the text.

‘When we have dinner with them, don’t be late. Its your first time meeting with family, or soon to be family, so we need to show good manners.’

You promised your mother you would get out of work early to make it in time for the dinner. However, with multiple staff members calling in sick, there was no way that your boss could afford to let you off early. You hoped your mother would understand, yet, you couldn’t blame her if she didn’t, considering this was the first time you were meeting her fiancé, Daehyun, or Danny as he would often be called, and his two sons. It’s natural she wanted to make a good impression on them, you were just so sorry that you had to let her down tonight.

‘God I hope she’s not mad….’

……………

Meanwhile upstairs, located on the fiftieth floor, was the platinum, exclusive, member-only featured restaurant that normally esteemed guests at the hotel would have the right to make reservations, yet Danny, being the CEO and founder of Lotte Mart, the renowned conglomerate franchise that had been around since the mid-nineties, had access to just about any private facility. Him….and his two sons, Heeseung and Heejeong.

Sitting across their father and his fiancé, the two boys sat next to each other. Heejeong, being the elder of the pair, had brought his girlfriend along, Yeon-jin. Despite the level of politeness, the two brothers displayed towards your mother, they weren’t terribly close with their father, and it showed.

Their attitude towards the rather sudden engagement wasn’t up to par either, though they made it clear that they had nothing against your mother, quite frankly, it was their father that they had the issue with…as displayed from the previous conversation they had with him, the day he broke the news of his upcoming nuptials.

‘Don’t you think you’re rushing this a bit? Is she even comfortable in getting married so soon? Or was this all your idea?

‘You dated your other girlfriends for years and never married them. Yet you meet a woman at an event three months ago and already plan to get married? What? Does she also come from a well-to-do family?'

Seeing your mother for the second time since their father began courting her, they both greeted her with a warm and devilishly handsome smiles as they displayed a dashing appearance of black suit and tie.

"M/N, how have you been?" Heeseung greets as Heejeong pulls a chair back for his girlfriend, whom he had brought along, Yeon-jin.

"I'm good, Heeseung. You look so handsome, you too Heejeong."

"Ah thank you. We try, you know?" Heejeong jests as he flashes a wink while he and Heeseung both take their seats across the table. Sitting next to Heeseung, was his girlfriend, who was also Yeon-jin's best friend, Sa-ra.

They were both good boys, with impressive athletic skills and academic features. They had graduated from respectable universities and excelled in every subject, all the while maintaining striking leadership authority as team captains.

Heejeong was a talented basketball player, and had even been offered scholarships through his school, yet turned them all down so he could remain close to home with his brother.

Heeseung was the school's infamous rugby player, and the young man made a name for himself for the amount of vigor he displayed as he played each season.

They were remarkable boys, and both very attractive.

Learning the family business, both boys were taking over the world as they began inheriting their father's corporation, in which they didn't mind since they had a career path where they could remain close and work alongside one another. It always surprised your mother just how close they were, she never knew the reason behind it, but always assumed that it was due to Danny's personality and fatherly devotion to his boys. Yet....it was strange.

After meeting the boys a month prior to the dinner, it kept puzzling her on how the two men could be so distasteful towards their father, who had shown countless times that he is willing to give them the world.

Danny was kind, and very nurturing. He not only strived to give the boys anything he could think of, but he also expressed his support when it came to their personal romances, not at all expressing his distaste for whatever girl they decided to date or forcing them to render the insufferable acts of arranged marriages, which happened to be quite common amongst the upper class.

Danny made it a point, to show that he was a diamond in the rough when it came to that topic, expressing and even strongly suggesting that Heejeong, or Joey, as he would sometimes be called by english speakers, to take Yeon-jin and marry her.

Despite dating the girl and seemingly having a serious relationship, Heejeong had refrained from the topic of marriage and never pursued it, with Yeon-jin or any other woman. Heeseung displayed the same attitude towards Sa-ra.

Yeon-jin and Sa-ra both excessively mingled back and forth between Danny, his two sons, and your mother. They acted friendly, yet your mother couldn’t help but notice that both, Heeseung and Heejeong, seemed as if they were merely tolerating the girls as they lavished themselves a plethora amount of jewelry and accessories.

Heejeong had an arm swooped over Yeon-jin's shoulder, his fingertips rubbed her skin from time to time, but his level of affection was very minor and his facial expressions didn’t expel a sense of love and satisfaction. The same for Heeseung. He merely sat relaxed in his chair, with his arm over Sa-ra's shoulder, but rarely glanced over her way. It was unusual for your mother to see, considering Danny informed her that the pairs had been dating for a while.

Of course, your mother was no fool, she could tell by the way both girls had acted, despite maintaining polite manners, they were both far from the persona's they both displayed themselves as throughout the night. Your mother couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something grossly odd about the two women, which made her question why such nice boys would even care to continue dating the two.

With flashy dresses, appearing more suitable for a night at the club than at a formal dinner, the girls attempted to show off a modest, and shy behavior, yet the constant stroking of Heejeong's thigh, or the obvious suggestive facial expressions Sa-ra featured whenever she stared at the man next to her, showed that their personality features at the table, was all just an act. More than likely all to impress the boy's father, which he seemed to be very fond of the two young girls and approved greatly of them dating his son's. Your mother had wondered if both of their girls moral value's were truly genuine, or if they were merely dating the brotherly pair out of the aspects that they were good looking, and excessively wealthy.

Everyone had went ahead and ordered their drinks, your mother, knowing what you may have wanted, went ahead and ordered a drink for you upon your arrival.

The boys mainly interacted with your mother, always being warmly receptive towards her, yet glaringly dreadful towards their father. Your mother couldn't understand the reason behind their hostile attitude towards their father, even when she had first met them they were genuinely kind to her, yet remained obviously disdained towards Danny.

"So I heard you both just bought a house? Is it nice?" your mother inquired.

"Yeah, it's large and has lots of space. We just moved in last week." Heeseung states as he eyes his glass, taking regular sips with his elbow propped on the table. Heejeong nods at Heeseung's words as he sips from his own drink.

"That's good. Its nice to see you both are so close and willing to live with eachother." your mother smiles as she admires both boys, who took a second to look at each other before nodding and setting their gazes at the table.

'We're all that we have...just each other....right after our mom had....'

"Oh. My daughter should be here soon. I'm so sorry that she's running late, her job sometimes becomes demanding."

The mental thought process of both, Heejeong and Heeseung was gently cut off as your mother read your text, stating you had just got into the elevator.

The boys merely looked at one another, before setting their gaze over towards your mother and Danny.

"It's alright M/N, it's understandable. Your daughter must work very hard at her job. She just started at the National Museum, correct? How impressive." Danny issued as he takes your mother's hand in his own.

Both boys glared a roll in their eyes as they shifted their gaze over to one another.

"So your daughter, y/n? Dad told us she also just graduated college?" Heejeong inquires.

"Yes. She just started working at the national museum, she loves art and historical pieces." your mother chuckles.

Heejeong and Heeseung merely chuckled back.

"Oh, here she is!" your mother claims out as she spots you from the side view of her vision. "Y/n! Over here." she gently ushers out from afar as you were escorted by the hostess.

Everyone's faces shift over towards you, and it made you more than nervous. You felt as if the blood in your body had all been drained out of you the moment you saw five other expressions looking your way.

The seating was located in a grand-ball themed room. It as massive, and adorned with tall windows along the walls that featured a breathtaking sight of the entire city. At Danny's request, the entire restaurant closed down for the night, only permitting the private access of you, your mother, her fiance, and his two sons.

Walking behind the male hostess, you walk over to your mother's side where she received you with open arms and a kiss on the cheek.

"Here, give your coat to the hostess." she ushers as she helps tak your lengthy, fashionable raincoat off.

Since your job called for it, it was fortunate that you didn't have to make a stop at the apartment to change. Your mother holds your hand and takes a step back as she guides you to stand next to her, presenting you to Danny, and the two boys across the table, along with their girlfriends.

"Everyone, this is my daughter, Y/N."

You stood there, somewhat nervous and shy though you did your best to not let it show too much. You issued a slight, sweet smile to everyone and gently greeted them with a soft tone in your voice.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you all."

Seeing how everyone stared at you made you wondered, if they were admiring you, or if they were mad that you arrived late.

It could have been the black, spaghetti strapped halter, midi dress you had on; how it displayed the fine lining of your curves while hugging onto your body tightly, and was delicately exposing skin, but not too lasciviously as the one's Yeon-jin and Sa-ra had on.

Or it could have been the subtle, yet smoldering smokey eye shadow you had applied to your eyes, enhancing the shape and color to perfection.

Maybe it was the dark rosy-pink lip stain you had on, that made them look more than just kissable.

Perhaps it was all of the above....and much more.

"M/N, what a very pretty girl. Y/N right? Its nice to finally meet you, your mother has told me so much about you, she loves you so much. I'm so excited that we get to meet." Danny issues as he comes to greet you with a warm hug.

To your mother's surprise, the boys didn't roll their eyes at their father's issued words. It was the first of the night.

Quite frankly, the two young men didn't even process their father's sentence..because they didn't even hear him.

They remained staring, with puzzled brows and slightly parted lips as they began leaning their faces in as if they were in disbelief at what they were seeing before them.

Heejeong was the first to return the greeting upon receiving the slight tug on his arm as his somewhat irked girlfriend took notice of his admiring countenance. To which he rolled his eyes at quickly before going right back into looking at you.

"Y/N was it?" Heejoeng started with. Upon seeing you slightly nod, and displaying that soft and sweet smile once more, his heartbeat slightly escalates as he smirks a half smile and licks his lips, almost as if he got rather excited for a split second. "Nice to meet you, I'm Heejeong, or Joey, whichever you prefer."

Tilting his head slightly back, he smirks as his eyes widened the longer he kept admiring you.

He nearly ended the greet right there, yet Yeon-jIn issued another tug on his arm. Heejeong, or Joey, didn't respond in her favor as he merely hissed while sharply snapping his face towards the side, and glares at her.

"Stop."

"Aren't you going to introduce me?" she whispers out to him.

"Not if you're going to act this way." he whispered back.

Watching his girlfriend huff as she glares down to the floor. Heejeong, faces back towards you and gives off a subtle smirk.

"This is Yeon-jin." He softly issues out as he returns his gaze over to you, his eyes immediately softening up as he takes in your view deeply.

"Nice to meet you." you admitted a soft smile as you directed your words towards the girl. She smiles back as she issues her greeting, all the while tightly plastering herself on Heejeong's arm.

Heeseung never took his eyes off you, much less Heejeong, aside from the moment he harshly yet inconspicuously placed the girl next to him back in her place for acting so brazenly.

Taking the opportunity to greet you himself as Heejeong finishes his introduction, Heeseung tilts his head slightly off to the side as he issues his greeting.

"I'm Heeseung. You can also call me Ethan, it's...nice to meet you." just like his brother, his voice was calm and low.

"This is Sa-ra." He issues calmly, yet remained crossed arm as he continued to gaze over your direction, not even looking over at the girl to his side.

"Nice to meet you all. I'm so sorry I am late." you responded back, issuing a smile that was still sweet, yet inaverdantly alluring as you narrowed your eyes slightly and displayed an alluring look to your eyes.

Biting his lip as his head remained at a tilt, his arms still crossed, Heeseung slowly released the bit of flesh from his toothy grip as his his bottom lip slowly rolls out from the small bite he issued. He took a moment to softly smile back at you, all the while eyeing your face.

Heejeong displayed the same expression, as he remained standing with his hands tucked in his pockets. Raising a single brow, just for a moment, his expression was highly suggestive, yet you didn't catch it as you shyly looked over to your mother as the male pair continued to view you as if you were a work of art.

It was interesting to see the twin boys, how they looked remarkably similar with their matching features, yet Heejeong's silver ash hair color and Heeseung's jet black strands were enough to set the boys apart.

Sitting back down, you remained next to your mother and held her hand as it rested on your lap. She could tell you were a bit nervous and embarrassed for running late.

"M/N, your daughter is much more beautiful than the pictures you showed me. She is gorgeous, and so very polite, you did a good job with her upbringing." Danny strokes out as he leans in to place a peck on your mother's forehead.

"Thank you. I love her very much." Your mother responds back.

Nodding slightly to Danny's compliment while issuing a soft "Thank you" at your mother's urging, you tried your best to remain composed as your leg was bouncing under the table. Fortunately, it was silent, yet you wish you could stop since you started to become self conscious of the movement reflecting in your upper body as the shakiness increased beyond your control.

Your mother was enveloped in a whispered conversation as she leaned in to her side and communicated with Danny, ear to ear, more than likely expressing their excitement and love to one another.

Setting your gaze on the table, you felt a bit isolated as you sat with everyone else having their dates next to one another. It only caused your leg to further escalate the shaking motions.

Suddenly you felt a hand placed atop your knee, right at the end of your thigh, which ultimately ceased the movement of your leg.

The midi dress you had on had originally rested nearly three inches above your kneecaps, yet when sitting, it rose further up, leaving your skin exposed under the table.

The hand was semi rough. You could make out the callouses of the palm as it slightly rides up an extra inch or two; your eyes widened and a small gasp escapes your lips when you looked down and saw the hand. Looking across, you watched as Heeseung, who was seated directly across from you, was leaning into the table, where his chest nearly rested along the edge of it.

Looking intently into your eyes, he gave a reassuring smile as he softly tunes out a near whisper, "Don't be nervous...shhhh." His voice was soft and light, you noted it, despite the circular motions he added to his touch which was somewhat distracting yet....your leg was no longer bouncing up and down.

You stared for a second with your mouth parted open and displayed a surprised look before you recollected yourself upon seeing his comforting expression. Returning a shy and nervous smile back, you gave a slight nod as a thankful gesture.

"Good girl...." he whispered, before he dragged his fingertips off your leg, but not without admitting gentle taps with his fingertips. Had you not been so nervous, you would have caught on his words.

....But you didn't.

Knowing that you missed it, Heeseung merely smiles as he taps his index on his lips, smirking devilishly as he retains his admiring view on you.

Feeling appreciative and rather comforted by the young man's displayed familiarity with you, you thought it kind of him to treat you just as any brother would have towards their sister. Being that you were younger by a year, you figured the boys had already developed a protective and nurturing nature towards you as you were going to officially be family in a matter of days.

Sa-ra didn't notice the comforting display as she was turned to face the opposite side of Heeseung, tapping some powder on her nose as she held the makeup compact in her hand. When finished, she situated herself to sit back facing front, issuing a smile as he swung his arm over her shoulder, yet his gaze remained on you as he tilted his head slightly back and bit his lip.....again. You would have noticed his mannerisms, yet you were leaning your ear in and focusing on processing your mother's whispered words as she expressed how proud she was of you, for graduating and beginning your career path in the National Museum.

..............If only you had looked up for a moment and caught the boy's eye ravishing your face and body as he raised a brow in peaked interest.

What you did catch, however, whenever you were paying attention towards your new brothers, were the soft and gentle gazes they admitted as they spoke, laughed, the intense eye contact, and smiles as they spoke…..

Directly towards......you.....

CHAPTER 2

Authors Note: gah! I hate that you can only upload one video per post! I had the perfect silver haired video of Heejeong but I’ll save it for another chapter. I plan to release chapters on a weekly basis until SE7EN is complete. I dont know how many parts AFTERMATH will be split into just yet, but theres still quite a bit to it ;)

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embodyingchaos · 1 year ago

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Haii

I was wondering is you could do a Rodrick Heffley x reader with female pronouns where she is a singer and maybe they meet at the battle of the bands or something and fall for each other

pleas and thank you , your amazing 🫶💗

❥ hi there, sweetie! of course i can!! hope you like this!

potential pairing: rodrick heffley x fem!reader genre: fluff, strangers to lovers warnings: rodrick is a goofball, y/n's band is named velvet ecstasy(dont ask), the band plays garbage truck from scott pilgrim vs the world mUAHAHH word count: 1.3k

tapping her foot on the pavement, her patience was running thin. y/n was waiting for the rest of her band to arrive, they were late and they had less than ten minutes to check in. “when i get my hands on those fuckers, they’re so dead.” she whispered under her breath, talking to nobody but herself.

“well, i wouldn’t wanna be one of those fuckers.” a voice from beside her says, “you look like you can punch.” she looked next to her and saw a boy that was about the same age as her. he was cute with his shaggy hair and m-1965 field jacket, especially with his black, emo eyeliner. “i’m rodrick.” he introduced himself, trying to lean on the wall before missing it and hitting his face on the surface. he recovered pretty quickly, leading y/n to assume that this wasn’t the first time he’d done that.

she eyed him up and down before smirking, “y/n.” she said her name, making rodrick’s heart beat faster. “you performing or watching?” rodrick flipped his hair away from his face, “performing. i’m a drummer.” he said, “i’m, uh, pretty good too. pretty bomb.” the boy boasted before turning away for a moment and questioning himself on why he just said ‘bomb’. y/n grinned at that.

“sure you are, bub.” she giggled and rodrick could feel himself ascending to heaven. “hey, y/n!” a voice called out and they turned to the road. a cherry red car had just pulled up with four other people in it; y/n’s band. “took you guys long enough! i aged like five years waiting for you bozos!” she yelled, half-jokingly. y/n turned back to rodrick, “i’ll see you inside, rodrick. can’t wait to see your ‘bomb’ drumming skills.” she gave him a charming smile before heading towards her band members, giving each of them a slap to the back of their head.

rodrick stared at her until she entered the building, admiring her face, her smile, her laugh. “rod!” ben was waving his hand in front of rodrick’s face, “we gotta go! they’re already starting to perform!” he urged him but rodrick only sighed dreamily as he thought of her, “right.” he simply said, not listening to his friend. ben let out an ‘ugh’ before dragging the boy into the building and backstage.

“marty, what are you doing?” y/n asked the boy as he tied up his dreads, “tying up my hair?” “no- i know that! where’s your guitar?!” she asked frantically, marty looked at her weirdly. “next to you?” he pointed beside her and there was his sleek, black electric guitar in its stand. a pink tint coloured y/n’s cheeks, “oh.” she said sheepishly, a nervous laugh coming out of her mouth. their drummer, jules, wrapped an arm around the girl. “you gotta chill, girlie. we’re all prepared and ready, and we weren’t even that late.” jules assured, rubbing y/n’s shoulder as she sighed. “plus, you weren’t alone when we got here. seemed like somebody had company.” jules said in a teasing-sing-songy way, y/n shoved her lightly.

“shut up, he was just one of the drummers from another band-” “gasp! fraternising with the enemy?! how could you, n/n?!” jules joked, an offended expression on her face. y/n giggled before pushing her away, “shut up!” she exclaimed, their bassist, pearl, placed her hand on jules. “stop it, babe. you’ll make her cry or something.” she told her girlfriend who began laughing even harder.

y/n puffed up her cheeks, “that was one time!” she yelled while they cackled away, “are we talking about that one time y/n started crying when we teased her so much about her crush on that substitute teacher?” their keyboardist, george, asked out of nowhere, y/n glared at him as marty only smiled.

“god, i can’t get one break with you people.” the girl huffed, crossing her arms and walking away towards the side so she could watch the next band perform. “now, everybody get ready!” the mc announced as rodrick’s band got up on stage. “get ready to be blown away by- löded diper?” the mc seemed confused on how to pronounce it, “it’s- it’s löded diper (loaded diaper)!” rodrick shouted at him, “whatever!” yeah, the mc did not care.

when they started playing, y/n couldn’t take her eyes of rodrick. he wasn’t the best drummer, but he had the right attitude and enthusiasm for it. he looked like he was having the time of his life.

“that your new boyfriend?” george joked from behind her, “can you not?” y/n hissed, snapping at him. george held his hands up and chuckled, “alright.” he said, smiling. “you should ask him out, you guys looked good together just now.” she tilted her head to the side, “maybe i will.” she muttered, staring at the boy who was going ham on the drum set.

after their performance, rodrick exited the stage using the side that y/n was at. “impressed?” he asked slyly, she smiled. “yeah. pretty ‘bomb’.” the girl joked and rodrick’s face turned red out of embarrassment. just as he was about to say something, pearl approached them. “i’m sorry to interrupt this adorable exchange but we’re going on now, n/n.” she told her band member, “right.” y/n nodded as the rest of the band got ready on stage, “wish me luck, pretty boy.” she poked his shoulder before making her way to her band.

“this is a band that’s entirely new! it’s their first time performing so be gentle, give it up for velvet ecstasy!” the crowd cheered as y/n walked up to the center of the stage, “are you ready?!” she asked only to receive loud and encouraging replies from the audience. y/n turned around to jules to give her the signal. “we are velvet ecstasy! one, two, three, four!” jules shouted before starting off their song with her drums as pearl and marty accompanied with their strings.

when y/n started to sing, rodrick could not believe his ears or eyes. she wasn’t the best singer, but her charisma and tiny little moves were something you could not take your eyes off of. “i’ll take you for a ride, on my garbage truck.” she held onto the mic and the stand as she sang, tapping her foot and swaying her hips, tossing her hair. rodrick was mesmerised to say the least. “they’re way too good.” ben commented, worried about whether they’re going to win or not. rodrick did not care.

as their performance came to an end, the crowd was more than hyped up. “god, that was exhilarating!” pearl exclaimed, “wow, i have never seen her this excited before. says a lot.” marty commented as he watched her punch the air, “let’s fucking go!” jules screamed, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend and spinning her around. george and y/n laughed as they watched, feeling high off of performing.

“hey.” rodrick called out and the entire band turned around. “ooo! y-” “no.” pearl cut jules off, dragging her away. “we’ll see you later, n/n!” “don’t go making out somewhere.” the boys joked, receiving a glare from the girl.

“hi, there.” she greeted rodrick back, suddenly feeling shy. “you were amazing out there.” he gushed, “i could say the same thing about you and your band.” she softly chuckled, looking down at the ground. rodrick didn’t say anything, which cause her to look back up at him. it was very silent. “would you want to go out some time?” “would you want to go out some time?” they asked in unison and their eyes widened before they burst out laughing.

when they calmed down, y/n smirked. “alright, then. let me give you my number.” rodrick scrambled to get out his flip phone and hand it to her. when y/n finished typing out her number, she returned his phone to him. “call me.” she simply said before giving him a kiss on the cheek, walking away to find her friends.

rodrick could not believe what just happened. when he looked down at his phone and saw that her contact was named ‘potential girlfriend’, he squealed so hard. it was easy to say, he was definitely, already infatuated.

#rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley masterlist #rodrick heffley x reader #fem reader #rodrick heffley oneshots #rodrick heffley imagines #rodrick x y/n #rodrick heffley x fem reader #devon bostick #devon bostick character #strangers to lovers #battle of the bands au #diary of a wimpy kid #diary of a wimpy kid oneshots #drummer x vocalist

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twice-inamillion · 1 year ago

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Jihyo’s Concern

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Chapter 190

(Important concerns that need to be addressed.)

The group has the day off, and most use this opportunity to rest after completing a successful comeback. The night before, Jihyo asked you for some alone time to clear her mind after a busy couple of weeks.

With Jisoo at her grandparents, the both of you have the afternoon to yourselves, so you decide to go for an afternoon drive.

You drive on the road with a fantastic view of the coastline, the windows down, and the air blowing Jihyo's hair. You can't help but admire how beautiful she is, your future wife. "You look amazing, Jihyo. I'm the luckiest man in the world to have found someone like you."

"You're the lucky one. I'm the one that went after the pursuit; you had no chance, haha," as she gives you a loving smile.

She grabs your hand and intertwines it with hers, "I'm glad we took this time apart from everyone."

"Good thing you asked, it's been a hectic these past couple of weeks, but it's finally over."

"Haha, we did a good job; thank you for Fancy, it's such a good song. From what I could see, Once loved the song."

"Really? I'm too afraid to check, so I haven't been on social media."

"Oh yeah, the group chat has been flooded with pics of Once's comments on the song. You really did an amazing job, Mr. Producer."

"It's only going to get better, I have other songs in mind."

"I know they’re going to be great."

"Thanks, also… I got the finalized song list for the upcoming tour, so you might want to tell the rest to freshen up."

"I'm so excited! I can't believe we are going on tour again but this time, its a world tour. Can you believe it, going abroad to sing in front of international Once!"

"It's to be expected, you girls work so hard; you all deserve the best."

"Thanks, but that has been making me thinking about what we are going to do with the babies. They're growing too fast and are more active than before. I don't think we can bring them with us; the constant traveling from city to city, I don't think they will be able to handle."

"You're right. Three of them are over a year old, and they are going to start to run and throw tantrums; it's going to be hard to hide them. There is also Da-eun, who's only a few months old, and she is still too small to travel internationally. It's one thing to Japan and taking them since it's so close but going to other countries, it's going to be hard."

Jihyo's hand begins to shake slightly. "What are we going to do, oppa? I don't want to leave them behind, but we can't take them either."

"We're going to get through this. The tour's first leg is around Asia, so we won't be too far out. Let's see; we have two days in Seoul, one day in Bangkok, Manila, and Singapore. They're spread out that we'll be back home. The only part that would worry me would be the North American concerts and the last leg of Asia. Maybe we can ask your mom to watch over them for the first leg."

“I can ask, but I also don't want to rely on them too much, you know. I feel bad because it's not just Jisoo this time; its four children. Plus, taking care of an infant like Da-eun with Jisoo and Ari, I don't think it's would end well."

"Hmm… I might have another option, but I don't know if you are going to like it." Jihyo sees your hesitation, "Come on, tell me, don't keep it to yourself. You already opened your mouth, just spit it out," as she smacks your arm.

"Okay, but just keep an open mind."

"Yeah, I'll try."

"You know how I go to the company building for meetings, right?"

"The one in the mornings."

"Yeah, well… there are times when we have a long break in between or finish early, so I shop for groceries here and there. Well… I've bumped into Chaeyoung's mom several times, and we talk here and there. She's sweet and friendly; she even invited me for lunch and asked me about Chaeyoung and the rest of the girls."

"Oh really?” with a suspicious looked.

"Yup, she mentioned how lonely she is at home since her two children are adults and no longer live with her. I feel bad because she gets so happy when I stop by to the point that I even bring her groceries from time to time. She's even shown me some childhood pictures of Chaeyoung; she was so cute when she was small, haha."

"Seems like you have a lot of time on your hands," as she gives you a side eye.

"No, it's not like that. I forgot my main point…" as you try to remember why you brought up the subject in the first place. "Oh yeah, during one of our talks, she mentioned how hard it was for her to raise chaeyoung and her brother as a single mother. She struggled a lot until she enrolled them in a nursery. She said that they liked it so much that she ended up as a volunteering at the nursery as well. I remember her saying that she still does it from time to time, so I thought that maybe we can ask her to watch over the kids since she's more than qualified."

You watch as Jihyo remains silent and gives it some thought. "You haven't told her about the kids, right?"

"No, I haven't said anything. All we talked about was your life as an idols and Chaeyoung. Well, she did ask me if I had something going on with Chaeyoung, but I just said that we like to mess around."

"Wait, what do you mean by mess around?"

"Like playful things, you know, joking around that type of stuff."

"Hmm, okay. That's fine."

"So what do you think? Should we ask her?"

"Hmm, if you think she's qualified, then I don't think it's a bad idea. Will we need to talk to Chaeyoung about it and check if she's willing to do it."

"If not then we can ask Mina's mom. Mina has mentioned that she always asks about the kids, so she might be willing to do it if we ask."

"You're right; with my mom and Mina's mom, I think we can make it work. It would be a win-win situation on both sides; the babies get to see their grandparents and spend time with the grandkids."

"Okay, sounds like a plan. All we have to do is talk to the members about it."

As you reach the final destination, you park the car in a spot that has a perfect ocean view. Parking high on a cliff gives you the best view of both the ocean and the surrounding terrain. "It's been a while since we have been right, oppa." "Yes, maybe a year or two?" "You're right, even before Jisoo."

"Wouldn't it be nice to live near the beach?" as you look at the beautiful scenery. Jihyo reaches for the cooler in the back and gives you an ice-old soda and some snacks. "Here, I picked this up before coming here." The both of you stay silent as you take in the view.

Minutes pass in silence until Jihyo says, "What do you think about moving?" You're surprised by her question, "You mean getting a new house?"

"Yes, the house we have right now is doable, but with Sana's pregnancy, it will be difficult. Mina, Dahyun, and I have our own room, but the rest of us share, so it will be hard once Sana gives birth. We don't have the space anymore."

"You're right. I've been thinking the same thing lately."

"I've been looking online for any houses with rooms for all of us or two houses next to each other, but I haven't had any luck," sulks Jihyo. You try to comfort her, "It's going to be okay; we just have to try a pick harder."

"Just thinking about it makes me so stressed; I just can't help it. Eventually, the babies will need a room when they grow up; it's not like they can always sleep with us. They are going to want their room once they're older."

"This might sound like a crazy idea, but what if we build our dream house? We can buy our own plot of land and build it how we want. Just imagine this, a large house, plenty of rooms, a big kitchen, a backyard, and a playroom for the kids."

The idea of having a house built from the ground up sounds like a dream. You watch as she is in deep thought, thinking of what her future house could look like. "Okay, let's do it. If I want to have a big house, enough for all of us to live comfortably."

With Jihyo in agreement, you tease her, "We can even have a room that we can use to have fun," as you wink at her. Jihyo immediately understands what you mean, "you dirty boy," as she smacks your thigh.

"Haha, I'm just joking."

"No, maybe we should," as she looks at you with a lustful face. She slowly rubs your thigh, "We can have some fun and not worry about anyone bothering us," she said before pulling her hand away.

"I would really it; maybe we can try for a second one," as you wink at her. "Stop, you're going to make me really want one. You know how busy we are right now, so maybe later when Jisoo is a bit older."

With a disappointed face, you accept your fate, "Okay. I'll get on the process then." The both of you enjoy the rest of your evening together as you walk by the beach.

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Jihyo and Jisoo take a bath together once they get home after a long day. You tuck them into bed, kiss them goodnight, and return to your room.

You look online to see the requirements to purchase land in Korea and compare prices between locations like the city, countryside, and suburbs. While browsing, you remember your friend Samatha from college and give her a call. After a long conversation, she recommends you to a friend she worked with for her bathhouse. Your night ends with you making a list of potential requirements for the perfect home.

#twice #twice fluff #kpop fluff #male reader #twice smut #kpop smut #twice jihyo #park jihyo #twice angst #kpop angst #TM smut

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dreamwritesimagines · 10 months ago

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I have a feeling that Bucky has had a crush on Charm for a long time and the main victims of it have been Becca and Steve. Becca because she gets drilled with questions after every night out at breakfast and Steve because he has had to hear about it for years:

Bucky, pretending not to care: so, how did she get home last night? The driver said he only dropped you off.

Steve, who can already see where this is going and its barely 7am: You uh- you talked to the driver, Buck?

Bucky: We chatted.

Steve: At four am? I-

Bucky: Anyways. Bex?

Becca, still wearing her club clothes and sunglasses at the table, glitter all over and half convinced someone poisoned her coffee (no one did, she's just hungover): huh-

Bucky, trying to appear nonchalant but it's not fooling anyone: how did Charm get home?

Steve: Buck, c'mon, she's a big girl-

Becca: Liam dropped her off... I think. Are we sure this food is safe? I feel sick.

Bucky: Whatever. What the fuck is a Liam?

Becca: A friend. I really think we should-

Bucky: whose friend? At what time? What was the car number-

Steve, who has been in this exact same situation ever since the girls started to go clubbing: Bucky, I think we should let Becca get some rest.

Becca, who wishes Steve were her brother but is also currently swaying on her seat: That's a great idea-

Bucky: She will as soon as she answers some questions- this Liam kid, is he safe? Haven't heard that name before so he can't be from one of the families... is this a school friend? Don't tell me it's a guy from the club.

And that's the fourth time that Becca throws up on the table and the third that Steve helps her get to bed.

OMG OMG DARLIIING😍😱❤️

I’m so going to fangirl over this and you because THIS IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING 😍

So first of all, you are incredibly talented! 😍 This scene is so good, like I need this to happen, I’m so taking this as canon 😂❤️

Steve going like “At four am?” with a completely exasperated expression because it’s too early in the morning 😂

Becca, still wearing her club clothes and sunglasses at the table, glitter all over and half convinced someone poisoned her coffee (no one did, she's just hungover) HELP, THIS IS SO BECCA-

What the fuck is a Liam? There are Kill Bill sirens going off in Bucky’s head for sure 😂

whose friend? At what time? What was the car number- HE’S FIRING QUESTION AFTER QUESTION, I CAN’T-😂

Steve, who has been in this exact same situation ever since the girls started to go clubbing Oh Steve needs a painkiller, fast😁 He will whine to Sam about how Bucky’s all braincells stop working as soon as Charm is mentioned 😂

Awww Steve being so nice to Becca, that would be their whole dynamic! ❤️ It’s so sweet! ❤️

Omg my loveeeee, this made my whole day, I will read this over and over again! 😍 Thank you so so much, ILY! ❤️

Also since your wonderful scene inspired me, now my mind is full of this trio, Bucky relentlessly asking questions, Becca totally not paying attention and Steve facepalming 😁 It would happen like every Sunday breakfast, because they probably all have breakfast together as a family and Steve is always invited ❤️ So Bucky would clear his throat and go like,

“Becca.”

“Hm?”

“So I was by Stark’s territory yesterday-“

“Why? It’s miles and miles away.”

“I had things to do there, it’s not important.”

“Is this why you ditched me and Sam? We had a meeting and all I got was a text saying you were busy?”

“I was busy. By a total coincidence, I saw Charm there and-“

“Oh yeah she mentioned she had this date there.”

“…Date?”

“Becca. Becca no, don’t do this to me.”

“She was having a date with that asshole?”

“Oh you’ve met him?”

“No. No, it’s just- he looks like an asshole.”

“Great. Now this is going to be the only thing I’m going to hear for the whole week, thanks a lot Becca.”

“What-I said nothing!”

“Who the hell is that dude?”

“We met him at the club last night-“

“At the club?!”

“Yeah. I think he’s a-“

“No. No no, some dude from a club? He cannot be trusted, also he’s not even that good looking, go tell her that.”

#bucky barnes x reader #the eye of the hurricane hc

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imwriting0verhere · 7 months ago

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Love Again

Chapter 8

Sam’s pov

Being in LA for the past two weeks was incredible. We arrived, fought the jetlag and got ready to start this North America tour. I had to do some interviews as well as a photoshoot that are all going to be released throughout the tour to get even more promo out and make myself and my music even more interesting and appealing to the American audiences. I’m never too crazy about those tasks but it’s part of this job. At least we’re finally on location and ready to play our first gig tonight in Los Angeles, and it’s at the legendary Troubadour no less. We’re all buzzing, even uncle Elton said he’d be there tonight. Everything still feels so unreal.

I’ve been with the boys all day, it’s just gone past 5pm as we walk out of soundcheck and into the backstage area to wind down and prepare for tonight.

The minute I sit down and turn my phone back on I’m bombarded with notifications. At least 8 messages make my phone vibrate and light up as well as 5 missed calls. And they’re all from Amber. My breath gets caught in my throat thinking the worst. So without even checking the texts I excuse myself and step out of the room to ring her back.

After several seconds and me ready to give up, she answers.

“Finally” I mumble before addressing her “Ambs you okay? A’ve just got me phone back and seen all your calls and messages” I try to listen for any signs of distress or where she might be. But the line is eerily quiet. I hear her exhale before she finally speaks

“What were you doing all day? Did you have fun?” she asks me in a very snippy and annoyed tone.

“Ehm, what d’ya mean? We’ve been prepping for tonight and just got done with soundcheck” I pinch the bridge of my nose out of pure confusion “You alreet, pet?” I ask again.

“Don’t know” she hisses into the phone and I’m really just getting more confused by the minute. What is she on about?

“You tell me! Given that its past midnight in London now which means you’ve completely missed our first Valentine’s Day together” she snaps at me.

Oh. Okay. Thank god it’s nothing serious.

I clear my throat before I respond “Look Ambs, I’m sorry I’ve missed it. My mind’s just on the gig tonight and everything going right. A wasn’t even aware that was today.

“But Saam” she whines “This would’ve been our first one together. I wanted to speak to you or facetime you all day”

I don’t want her to think I don’t care, but this is absolutely the last and least important thing on my mind today.

“Well, it’s still the 14th where I am” I try to appease her with that “So technically a divvent miss it”

She’s pondering over my words and I’m waiting for her to say something

“Ceemon, it’s not like a’ve done this on purpose. I miss yous” I smile down the phone

“Fine, alright” she tries to sound annoyed but I can hear the smile in her voice, knowing I’ve won her over with that “I miss you too babe. It’s killing me that I can’t even come over and visit you”

“Me too. But we’ll make it work aye”.

Before I know it, 20 minutes have passed and I need to get back to the lads.

“I’ve got to go now. Elton John will be here tonight and he’s coming early to have a chat and give us a pep talk, right.” I chuckle at her. I’m so excited to see him again and actually have him in the audience tonight. Proper VIP treatment just for him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, again. ‘m sorry a couldn’t be there today”

“Thanks babe, happy V-Day!” she says excitedly “Good luck tonight, I wish I was there with you”.

Stepping back into our little green room I make a mental note of having chocolates and a bouquet of her favourite flowers delivered to her tomorrow.

Y/N pov

Being on tour for almost four weeks already was the best and most amazing feeling. Traveling with the girls, exploring new cities, playing music to new audiences almost every night was everything I’ve always wanted to do. But on a day like today, I was very grateful to have some time off and start a very chill Sunday by waking up late and staying in bed for a bit. And given that we were playing two shows in Rome our label actually splurged and we were staying in a hotel for the time being. This Valentine’s Day couldn’t have started better.

At 11 am I finally decide to leave the bed and go shower, so I can start the day proper. February 14th was one of my favorite days ever since I was in high school. I didn’t have a boyfriend at the time but me and my friends tried to make it special for each other. Writing sweet and silly letters to each other, getting flowers or a cheap bracelet from Claire’s we’d been swooning over at the mall. It didn’t matter how much or if we’d even spent any money at all, it was always about showing love and affection to the people around you, the people in your life that you love and cherish, and couldn’t imagine living without.

So I’ve got a special day planned for my girls today.

Walking into the en suite bathroom and opening Spotify to enjoy some music while I shower and get ready. But a message catches my eye and as soon as I open it and see who it’s from, my mood gets even better and I smile down at my phone.

Morning sunshine! I hope you’re having a blessed day. Missing you over here, bun San Valentino mi amore 😘😉😂

Cackling at Johnny’s text and use of obnoxious pet names and emojis, I quickly type back

Thanks so much mi amore! You just made this day THAT much more special x 😍😘

My response dripping with sarcasm but it’s actually very impressive and sweet that Johnny remembered how much I love this day.

Fifteen minutes later I step out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and my damp hair falling over my shoulders. I lower the volume on my phone as I see Donna is back in our room. She acknowledges me with a quick “Good morning sleepyhead! Ready for the big day?” and as she turns around to me she sports a big smile and a mirth in her eyes that I can’t quite place.

“Yes, I’m going to be so disgustingly corny and loved up with all of you today” I grin at her before sitting down on my bed and looking down to scroll on my phone. Missing her smirk and the not so subtle bouquet of pink, violet and white flowers that’s now sitting on our vanity table. Next to it is a little bag filled with a The Safest Place EP, Johnny’s second band that I’ve supported and been a huge fan of since day one. And he promised me I’d be one of the first people to hear their music once they have enough songs to make an EP. The last item on the table are two pistachio croissants neatly placed inside an open cardboard box. One of my absolute favorite Italian treats, and now that they’re from a bakery in Rome, they must be absolutely heavenly.

“Someone’s already beat you to it. By the looks of it” looking up at her with confusion evident on my face, she just nods her head to the side and my eyes follow the direction until they land on the items on the table.

I gasped before quickly dropping my phone onto the mattress and stepping closer to investigate.

“What?” I whisper in disbelieve. “Did…did you get me this” I ask her bewildered

“Nope” she lets the p pop and just smirks at me some more “I believe they are from a certain Mr Bond” she walks past me, squeezes my arm gently and walks out onto the small balcony of our room. She’s giving me some privacy because she knows I’m going to want to talk to Johnny immediately.

Reaching for my phone again and starting a facetime call, I walk back over to the table to investigate some more. After only a few rings he picks up

“Hiyaaa” he almost shouts into the phone, the biggest Cheshire grin on his face “A’m guessing you got your present?”

“Johnny, this is crazy” I’m still a bit shocked and at a loss for words “How did you even…this is too much…” I trail off again

“It’s not. I know how much you love this day and that you’re treating the girls today. But you deserve some of that too aye” his smile softer now. My eyes get a bit teary at that. Johnny really is one of the best people I know.

“Do you like the flowers? Did you look at everything yet?” he asks excitedly.

“They’re so beautiful John!” and as I move closer to smell them, a smile forms on my face. I don’t have a lot to say, still a bit overwhelmed by this gesture so we just look at each other, my happy expression saying enough.

I reach my hand into the little pink paper bag and pull out a black and dark blue colored 7” vinyl. The Safest Place EP written on top of its case.

“Omg Johnny that’s you” I shout excitedly, looking at my phone screen again. He just laughs at my outburst

“Aye! I promised you, didn’t I?” he grins at me and I’m bursting with pride now. This means it’s official now, Johnny’s new band is ready for take-off and I hope they get to play many incredible gigs in the near future. This is such a good start.

“I’m so proud of you B, this is amazing! Thank you so much! For all of this” taking a moment to just look at him.

His warm blue eyes stare back at me, the softest look on his handsome face. I can feel his genuine care and good intentions just by looking at him.

He asks me about my plans today, he wants to know again how life on tour has been and how I’m feeling with all of this happening and my hard work finally paying off.

I can feel my thoughts drifting. Thinking about recent months, what happened between me and Sam and how different both men have been treating me. Even though things with Sam started very rough this year, and it still doesn’t feel like we made up and are back to being close friends, just how it was before that New Years party. We still need to have a proper conversation, in person, and he needs to show me that I can trust him again, unconditionally. But maybe we’re getting there now, after he contacted me that very first day of tour. Unfortunately, I haven’t heard much else from him since then.

And Johnny on the other hand, he’s been such a wonderful friend since we met years ago. I never thought I’d feel any differently for him, surprisingly, even after we shared a kiss one night a couple years ago. There was a tension between us that night, I think it was after one of his last shows with Catfish and something about him fresh off stage just made me see him differently. There was wine flowing and the adrenaline was high. So we made out that night. It was great, and it didn’t even feel like a mistake afterwards. But it was only a spur of the moment impulse and we just went on being friends.

I realize now that the feeling I had back then, might be coming back. For the past two months Johnny’s been such a constant in my life, almost taking Sam’s place. And although that thought was a bit scary, it doesn’t make me feel bad. Johnny was looking out for me, checking up when he knew I wasn’t feeling the best. Without either of us knowing really, he’s become one of the most important people this year, making me feel okay, making me feel special and understood. Showing me I can trust him. And without even realizing, Johnny Bond has warped his way into a very special place in my heart. And now looking back at the gifts I’ve just received from him, returning my gaze back to his lovely face on my phone screen, I really don’t think I’d want it any other way.

“I think I should go now B. Finally get dressed and leave the hotel room for a bit”

“Sure, yea” he looks at me with a pout but the sarcasm is coming through and I know he wants me to enjoy my time with the band now.

“Thanks again my sweet” I wink at him before blowing a kiss and with his last “Bye, sunshine” we end the call and I take a moment to take all of this in. Smiling to myself before I quickly get dressed and call for Donna that we can leave to meet the others.

#sam fender fanfic #sam fender imagines #sam fender fanfiction #sam fender x reader #johnny bond #sam fender #love again #bondy #the safest place #johnny bond x reader

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sailorsplatoon · 5 months ago

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New dedfour chapter!!! I nearly forgot I was posting one today... glad I have a reminder set!

First (prologue)

Read it on ao3!

(Fanfic under cut)

The elevator dinged as it reached the bottom floor and everyone got off. The last time Acht left the elevator they were kicked in the stomach by the same person they were now holding hands with. It made them giddy to feel Four’s fingers intertwined in theirs.

“Yo, Agent 4, I know it wasn’t easy, but you did an amazing job in there. It was cool seeing how you fight, glad I got to help you out,” Pearl said, exiting the elevator and turning back into her inkling form.

“Thanks, Pearl. I don’t think I would have made it very far without your help. Without any of you guys’ help.” They smiled to their companions, making eye contact with each briefly, then lingering on Acht. As their gaze fell on the octoling, Four’s smile grew softer, some new emotion behind their eyes that they hadn’t looked at anyone else with.

“I’m sorry that it took so long for us to help you,” Eight murmured.

“It doesn’t matter to me how long it took, I’m just happy to be back!” They turned back to the rest of the group, breaking the spell on them and Acht.

The five of them walked out the doors of the Spire of Order into the Order Sector. It certainly wasn’t as bright as Four remembered. It was no Inkopolis Square, but it was better than being in the spire.

“Hey, Acht? About what happened in the Spire, with the kiss and all…” Four began. They were nervous, but they needed to talk about it. They needed to ask. “Did you mean it when you said that you loved me?”

“Yes,” Acht said, letting the word spill from their mouth like lava from a volcano. “Did you?”

“Yes.” Four took a deep breath, their legs shaking. “Acht, would you maybe want to be my partner?” Their voice got quieter as they spoke, as if they were afraid of the words.

“Yes.” Acht’s voice was quiet, too. It was barely a whisper, but it was enough of an answer for the both of them. They squeezed each other’s hands tighter as a hot blush ran to both of their faces.

****

Captain sat in Alterna, worrying. Four had been missing for weeks now. To make matters worse, she hadn’t even seen Eight after he finished his excursion in that digital place he told her about. He said that he had to reconfigure all the palettes. To Captain’s understanding, the palettes were parts of people’s souls that were in the digital world Marina had made. After reconfiguring them, the souls would return to their owners. He’d mentioned that Four had a palette, so maybe after Eight reconfigured it they would show up somewhere?

“They’ll turn up. I know it. Four’s not one to give up easily. They’re strong and almost annoyingly persistent. They’ll be fine.” Marie read her like a book, trying to alleviate her concerns.

Neo popped out of the golden kettle. It had beaten that level several times now, each time trying to go faster than the last.

“How quick did I do it this time?” It called over to Callie, who had been paying close attention to the stopwatch.

“Three whole minutes faster!” She shouted back.

“Nice job there, Neo 3!” Cuttlefish said excitedly. As he spoke, four super jump markers appeared in front of the camp. Eight, Pearl, Marina, and Four. Captain jumped from her seat. The group landed in seconds.

“What did I tell you? They’re alright.” Marie feigned nonchalance, but the relief in her voice was clear.

“Agent 4! Agent 8! You’re okay!” Callie, on the other hand, did not try to hide her relief in the slightest.

“Oh, Agent 8 and Agent 4! Glad to see you both made it back alright.” Cuttlefish shared in Callie’s alleviation. “Nice to see you too, Pearl and Marina.”

Neo stared at the two agents, confused. It had heard nothing about there being more people in the Splatoon. Its eyes slowly shifted to the other two people there, Pearl and Marina from Off the Hook? What were they doing here?

It seemed that Captain was the only one who noticed the large burn scars spanning across Four’s face. And the fact that their entire color scheme seemed to be desaturated, more grey than usual. Or that their eyes had changed from their normal bright orange to a vibrant red. “What happened?” She said, concern riddling her voice.

“It’s a long story, but don’t worry, we’re all okay now.” Four brushed it off.

“What happened?” She asked again with more intensity, emphasizing each syllable.

“I can explain,” Marina stepped forward. “Eight told you about the situation with the Memverse and Smollusk, right?”

“He texted us. Is that where you’ve all been?” Marie spoke flatly, again trying to mask her emotions.

“Yes. When I was starting work on the project I asked Agent 4 to be the security guard of the Memverse. I had them go in to run a few beta tests and,” she paused, trying to find the right words, “Smollusk was waiting. It greyscaled them, taking full control of their thoughts and memories. They became one of the bosses in the Spire of Order. It was only after Eight reconfigured their palette that we figured out what happened. Thankfully we were able to have them climb the Spire and regain their memories, but…” she glanced at Four.

“Oh, the scars are nothing. I don’t really mind them, they don’t even hurt,” Four shrugged. They were lying. The scars still burned every time something touched them. Or if they thought too much about being greyscaled. Or if they thought too much at all. Right now, having to hear Marina tell the entire story again, they felt like their face was on fire.

“We’re still not sure exactly where they came from. My current theory is that Agent 4 was in the Memverse for so long and under so much mental strain that their helmet overheated and ended up burning them,” Marina explained. She clutched the sides of her jacket tight. “I’m so sorry. If I had put more safety systems in place or checked for bugs before Agent 4 loaded in or figured out Smollusk was there sooner—”

“Marina!” Four shouted, interrupting her. “I’ve told you before that I forgive you, and that I don’t blame you. You didn’t know that Smollusk was in there. You were a victim too, it controlled you too.” Four paused, then began to blush. “And not everything that happened in the Memverse was bad.”

“Oh I know that look! Did it finally happen!?” Callie asked, exhilaration in her voice. Four’s smile was the only answer she needed. “So who’s the lucky cephalopod?”

“Their name’s Acht. They were in the Memverse too. They also happen to be DJ Dedf1sh.”

“No way. You mean the DJ that you’ve been a fan of since I met you? The one that nobody knew the real identity of, and all you had was an album cover to prove that they actually existed? The one that you’ve info dumped to me about multiple times!? That DJ Dedf1sh!?”

“Yes!” Four squealed.

“Ohmigosh Four!!!” Callie couldn’t contain her excitement any longer. She jumped up and hugged Four, squeezing them tight. “I’m so happy for you!”

When Callie eventually let go, Four felt a tapping at their ankle. Sitting on the ground next to them was a small fry salmonid. He didn’t seem hostile, unlike the several others that Four was all too familiar with. “Whoa! Who is this little dude!”

“Oh this is Reminiscent Chaser of the Midnight Insect. We call him Little Buddy for short.” Neo picked up the small fry, holding the salmonid closer to Four’s face for them to get a better look.

“I love him!” Four booped Little Buddy on the nose. “You’re New Agent 3, right? Eight told me we had a new agent. Nice to meet you, I’m Four!”

“Nice to meet you too, Four! And you can just call me Neo” Neo smiled. It liked them already.

“Neo it is then! I heard you fought a bear in space!? You’re have to tell me that story later.” Four laughed.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Agent 4?” Captain interrupted their conversation.

“Yes, I’m fine. Eight can vouch for me, he saw my recovery firsthand. Same with Pearl and Marina.”

Eight nodded. “They’ll be okay.”

“Alright.” Captain didn’t want to accept the answer, she knew that Four had a habit of hiding how they feel. “But I’m still going to be worried about you, okay?”

“Okay.” Four rolled their eyes and grinned.

#dedfour #acht x agent 4 #watch the sky with you #splatoon fanfiction #agent 4 #agent 4 side order #agent 4 splatoon #dedf1sh #acht splatoon #ahato mizuta

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crazylittlejester · 6 months ago

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it's late for me so I'm just gonna say this so I can get it off my chest

honestly I really really love interacting with you more than I thought, I remember being so scared to talk to you because in my eyes you were so popular and big... but now I'm realizing that you're just like me, someone who likes the same stuff I do and is willing to listen and hear out other people and make sure they are supported and appreciated

I get incredibly sappy when I'm tired but I APPRECIATE YOU!! I appreciate how extremely nice and encouraging you are and I always look forward to giving you asks (even if it may be a whole lot haha)

you are the best, thank you 💗

this is so nice oh my god, this is a really big compliment, tears in my eyes rn. i really like interacting with you as well, i love hearing your headcanons and i appreciate you too!!

it is so weird to hear that you thought i was big and popular because i certainly don’t feel that way at all, I only started REALLY yappin on here around four/five ish months ago. its been so awesome to get to talk to people on here who have the same interests as me, and i love all you guys so much 🫶

im so happy to hear i make other people feel supported and appreciated, because thats how you guys make me feel whenever i come on here and yap or post fics. you guys encourage me to keep being insane about my hyperfixation on here, and without such amazing positive feedback from everyone i dont know if id have been able to write so much as i have in such little time, or if id still be here yappin at all

seriously thank you for this this was very kind, and I look forward to your asks like every day dude 💗

#yall are too kind to me fr #jes talks #jes ask

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asmutwriter · 2 years ago

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A True Lady (Part 2)

Anthony x Reader

WORD COUNT: 5054

From beginning / Previous / Next / Master List

WARNINGS: time period sexism, mentions of sex, swearing, implied SA, drinking

DISCLAIMERS

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

The next morning you awaken, the memories of the night before a haze due to your intoxicated state. Thinking you’d dreamt most if not all of it, you stood up and pulled your night dress off of yourself. You let out a small sigh as you get dressed. You head to the dining room for breakfast and sit down. Benedict, Daphne and Eloise all having their food. You join them in their conversations when you hear the chair opposite yours move. You look to see Anthony sit opposite you. You make eye contact for mere seconds but you go red and have to break it immediately. It may have been a dream but you can’t help feel flustered. He smiles softly and also joins in the small talk. A cough from the front of the room catches all of your attentions. You look to see one of your servants looking a little concerned. Yoji stand up, worst fears going through your mind. “You have some guests. They are in the hallway” you nod and excuse yourself and make your way to the entrance of the house. All four of them follow you though, intrigued by this guest.

“Fucking hell! Who do I have to screw to get a house like this?” you see your two best friends at the door. You squeal from excitement and run over to them and embrace them both. They both hug you in return “We kept getting your letters and we thought we’d come visit you and see if it was as good as you were describing”

“It is by the looks of it” you nod and pull away from the hug. You turn and see the four Bridgeton’s looking in confusion. You smile

“Umm, these are some of my best friends. Lily and Ivy. Guys, these are the Bridgeton’s. Daphne who’s married to Simon, Anthony and Benedict, her older brothers. Then Eloise her younger sister” Daphne smiles

“How do you know Emily then?”

“Us three used to work together. Before she came here that is” Lily looks at you and admires your dress “gosh you look like a posh prick. No offence you guys” she motions with her hands for you to twirl, which you oblige. “Shit you look hot in that”

“Thanks love” you see her admire the fitting of the body “Honestly you are so talented. Assuming you made it yourself?” You nod as you hear Ivy starts a conversation with the other three. Ivy talking to Daphne, Eloise and Benedict as Anthony joins you and Lily. You smile at him before avoiding eye contact as you feel your cheeks start to flush. Lily smiles at him, introducing herself. He takes her hand and kisses the back of it

“It’s an honour to meet you. I’ve heard some wonderful things about you” She giggles and looks away from him, giving you a look as she proceeds to point at your female friend

“Ivy has just got a deal at work”

“Really?” she nods and smiles

“Going to go in for a high up job in the fashion industry. Certainly pays more than in the factory”

“Oh that’s amazing news!”

“Do you also make clothes?” Anthony asks. Lily shales her head

“No. Ivy is the talented one. I tried making clothes before but I have about as much talent as a pile of shit” you roll your eyes as he looks startled at her language

“I apologise for the improper speech my friend has”

“Wasn’t that in itself improper speech?” he chuckles and makes eye contact witty you briefly before looking back at her

“Its ok ma’am” he smiles at her

“Aren’t there more of them?” your friend queries you as you nod

“A lot of them are outside feeding the ducks”

“Tell me you have a pond”

“I don’t just have a pond. I have a lake”

“You are a lucky bastard you now that right? God” she gasps and clutches your arm in excitement “I’m going to go swimming. You’re going to join me” she grins at you. Anthony laughing at your discomfort. Lily looks at him and smiles evilly “I don’t know why you look so smug. Your also joining us” she grabs his hand “Where is the lake?” she looks at you expectantly “And if you don’t tell me I will annoy you until you do” you sigh and lead her into the garden, telling Ivy where you were heading.

As soon as Lily sees the lake she squeals in excitement. She quickly disrobes down to her undergarments then runs and jumps into the water. You pick up her dress fold it slightly. “Come on in its lovely in here” you go to undo your dress get your hair caught in the top part.

“Ow, ow ow. Umm. Can… can you help me?” you look at Anthony who looks slightly uncomfortable at the situation but he comes over to help you anyway, carefully untangling your hair for you and undoing the top clasp, his fingers brush against the back of your neck and you feel your heartbeat quicken at the slightest touch. You quickly pull away, trying to hide your flushed face as you undo the rest of your dress and strip to your corset and underwear. You turn to face him, noticing his face starting to go pink as he moves his gaze away from you. “You coming?”

“Excuse me?”

“Are you coming in?” you motion at the water. He shakes his head slightly and watches you run and jump in with your friend. You friend swims over to you

"So do you have a crush on him?” she whispers to you

“Excuse me?” she raises an eyebrow

“I saw how you looked at him”

“I-I may have had a dream about him last night which has me a bit flustered tonight” she nods knowingly. You watch as the four others leave the house and come over to join the one on the bank. Eloise looking like she wants to join you but Daphne saying something to her

“I think that they think I’m an improper lady”

“You are” you hit her “I’m sorry you’re in your underwear in water that probably has so much fish and duck shit in. You aren’t a lady” she smiles and nudges you “but who cares. You have so much money and because of that power to do whatever the fuck you want” you nod slightly

“I suppose so. Anyway, how’s your life been? Anything new been happening?” Before she can answer you then hear a splash and notice Eloise managed to convince her elder siblings to let her join you. You smile at her as she approaches

“What are you talking about?”

“I just asked my friend how life was”

“I can’t complain about it. I’ve had better days but I’ve had worse” she half smiles at you, obviously not wanting to go into too much details about her personal life around the girl she’s only just met.

“Shall we head back to land?” you ask as your friend nods and you all swim back over. You get out and give both girls a hand up. Then finding a nice bit of grass and lie down, letting the sun dry you before placing your clothes back on. Your friend sits next to you and Eloise nervously lies next to you. Your friend turns towards you

“When are you having a ball? If you say you’ve already had one and I wasn’t invited then it’s the end of our friendship” you chuckle

“I’ve not yet had a ball. They think I should host one next week but I’m shit at hosting things” You hear Daphne cough above you and give you a look “Sorry. I meant I’m not very good at hosting”

“Oh come on. We used to have great parties”

“Yeah, the ones we used to get invited to. We didn’t host them”

“Yeah but they were great fun”

“If you do any of that stuff at my ball I will throw you out”

“God you’re no fun”

“No, I just like it the idea of you not giving one of the party goers a bad spine”

“It’s not my fault he was shit in bed” you hit her leg “Sorry, I meant to say was he wasn’t the best man I’ve ever had”

“Not better to clarify”

“How can a man be good in bed?”

“It means if they snore or not. If they don’t snore then they are good in bed” you hear slight chuckling behind you, tilting your head you see that the three older Bridgeton’s and Ivy were sat behind you, Benedict snickering to himself at your comment. “It’s true. I don’t know what else it would mean, unless you want to elaborate” he shakes his head

“Certainly not”

“Exactly” you turn to your friend “But I don’t know, I think it’ll be bad. Just get a tonne of alcohol and hope everyone drinks loads so none of them remember” you hear Ivy laugh behind you

“Yeah cause that always works and it’s never just you getting intoxicated”

“Shut up. What do people even do at posh parties?” you turn to look at your four higher class friends. Eloise snickers

“Try not to let guys tread on your toes as they all attempt to dance”

“Shit do I need to dance?”

“Umm, yes?”

“Shit. I don’t think I know any dances”

“Yeah you do”

“Not suitable ones. Shit”

“A lady really shouldn’t use such vulgar language” you hear Daphne say

“Yeah I know” you pat down your body and feel its dry so stand up. “Right, dresses on then time to learn some dances” you brush the grass off of the back of your legs and walk over to the dress you hung up. Slipping it back over your body and doing it up, you place one hand out in front of you to where you think a man’s shoulder would be and then proceed to look confused “where does my other hand go?” Ivy stands up and takes one hand in hers and places the other hand on her shoulder

“Like this” she places a hand on your waist “Now a simple dance is back one foot then forward the other, but you need to remember to do a little bit of something with your hips. Especially as you are a woman, hips are the thing you want to show off. They are one of the more attractive features to a man subconsciously as it shows how good you are at bearing children. So I’d put one foot back then do a hip thing whilst lifting your foot, then go back forward”

“I can’t see what you mean” she sighs and motions at Anthony plus Lily.

“Lily come here. Can you lead her and just copy what I do so she can copy what Lily does?” She says to the eldest brother who nods and stands, offering his hand to you which you take in yours

“So hold my hand, put that one on your shoulder and then this one goes on your hip” you turn to face Lily and try to copy how she moves, accidently treading on his toes several times and apologising for it every time. You let go of him after a while and shake your head

“I’m just going to give up. You guys can all dance so nicely and I just look like a ferret” Ivy laughs. Lily clasps her hands together in excitement

“Does that mean I’m actually better at something then a Lady? Oh look at me. I’m a right posh one I am” she laughs then covers her mouth in embarrassment “I’m sure you guys don’t talk or act like that...” you laugh and sit on the floor and hug your knees.

“Is it lunch time yet. I’m starved”

“Do we get to eat posh food?” you nod and smile

“Well, I still cook most of it but it’s in multiple pans rather than just the one”

“Very, very posh indeed then” you help Eloise put her dress back on, seeing your friend is able to put hers on on her own.

After lunch you sit once again in the library, reading a book. A knock on the door brings you out of the story “Come in”, expecting it to be one of your friends. Anthony walks in. You smile at him “Hi, I wasn’t expecting it to be you” he nods and shuts the door.

“I just thought I’d come and see how you were, your friend with the colourful language is having a bath and your other friend is talking to Daphne I believe” you nod and pat the sofa next to you. He comes over and sits down “your friends are very... intense”

“Yeah, Lily doesn’t really have any social boundaries and Ivy is quite shy. But I love them both and couldn’t picture my life without them” he nods and leans back into the corner of the sofa, eyes watching you. You feel your cheeks go a slight pink under his gaze but shake it off as nothing. “Why did you come in here?”

“I wanted to chat. Just us two. Away from prying eyes” you nod “I-I can’t remember much from last night. I remember us talking but that’s about it”

“Wait we talked last night?” he nods slowly

“Do you not remember?” you shake your head

“I thought I dreamt it all to be honest” you chuckle nervously “I think I need to make less strong drinks in the future” he chuckle and nods. He leans forward and moves a strand of hair behind your ear. You try to control your breathing as he gets closer to you. “Sorry that was... wrong” he moves his hand away but you shake your head. “I respect you a lot and I don’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable” he says in a stricter tone. More to himself then you. You turn to look at him again. Eyes fixated on his lips. He smiles slightly.

“I respect you too” you whisper out as he nods.

“I’ll see you at dinner m’lady” he gives you a small smile before he stands up, exiting the room.

Over the next few days you all get along nicely, but when you mention a ball the Bridgeton’s say they will help you plan one. So after about a week of planning, arranging and sending out invites it finally comes to the day of your ball. You nervously pace around your room. Daphne comes in and gently places her hand on your shoulder “You will be fine. Mama will help you as much as you need as she is an expert with parties such as this” you nod

“Do I look ok?”

“You look beautiful”

“I think I might vomit”

“Don’t do that. You’ll ruin your lovely dress” you nod and wave your hand in front of your eyes to try and hold back tears. She smiles kindly at you and holds her arm out for you to take which you do. She leads you down the stairs, your guests waiting for you in the hallway of your house. Lily is the first to speak

“You look amazing Emily”

“Thank you my love”

“Honestly, that dress makes your tits look amazing” you roll your eyes at her as you now feel every pair of eyes subconsciously look at your chest and then back at your face.

“God I may pass out”

“Don’t do that” Daphne calms you by your side, gently patting your arm “Anthony can you help her please” he comes over and offers his arm in replacement to which you take.

“I don’t understand why I need a man with me. I’ve seen some of the people coming, I’m not going to run off with any of them I can tell you that” you flatten the front of your dress. Anthony leans in to you slightly

“Don’t mess with the dress, you look perfect” you nod and tighten your grip on him

“I feel like a high class prostitute” he looks astonished by what you said but lets out a small smile

“You look like a lady” you smile at him as the first guests arrive.

After about 20 minutes the majority of guests have arrived. Due to your upbringing, you have guests of all classes and backgrounds there. You did not want to discriminate against anyone just because of their family. Benedict and Eloise come over to join you and Anthony (him having not left your side as a form of comfort) as you notice a specific man come in. The arm holding onto Anthony’s tightens “What is wrong?”

“He... why is he here?” you whisper. You feel the brothers exchange a look. Although you remain linked with his arms you feel Anthony gently take your hand in his, holding onto it for comfort. You shake your head and look at the eldest brother pleading for him to help.

“I cannot ask him to leave. It is improper of me. I am sorry” you look at the younger siblings

“You can ask him to leave. We cannot as it is not our house. But it is your house”

“Why don’t you like him?” Eloise questions

“Hess not a nice man... is that his wife? Jesus how did he manage to get such a pretty wife. She looks about 10 though” you take in a breath “Maybe he’s changed. I doubt it but who knows. Maybe he’s no longer a high class wanker”. That’s when what you dreaded might happen starts to happen. He sees you and brings himself and his wife over to you. You break eye contact with him and stare at the hand holding yours.

“Hello my dear. It’s been so long! What, must’ve been about 3 years?” you nod as you feel tears in your eyes. That dreaded night coming back to you

“3 years and 2 months I believe, to be exact” you mentally shake yourself and motion at the Bridgeton siblings surrounding you “Eloise, Benedict and Anthony Bridgerton” they all nod at each other, Anthony lets go of your hand as he puts it out towards the man to greet him

“This is my wife” you smile at her “where is your husband then?” you shake your head

“No I’m not married”

“Why not?”

“If I marry then all my fortune that I’ve earned has to go under his name even though I was the one who earned it in the first place”

“I never even thought about that!” you hear Eloise exclaim

“Hmm” the gentlemen says “I would’ve though with the amount of men at least one of them would want to marry you. I suppose men like undamaged flowers though don’t they” you tense up at his words “I mean seriously. How could a man want to marry you with your dress being so short? Practically just begging for it. That dress is...” he eyes you up and down “well you look like a common whore. Just like your mother” you grit your teeth as the two Bridgerton men go to say something put you put a hand up to silence them

"I am not a whore”

“You could’ve fooled me” You finally make eye contact with him. Hate filling your eyes “I bet you are. How else would you be able to get a house like this? Probably doing sinful things with the real man of the house. Wanting you to dress up like one of his play things”

“I am NOT a whore. I am a NOT some sort of plaything for you or anyone for that matter. I am a woman. No. I am a lady. And you. You are just a boy. I will dress how I want because this is MY house” you let go of the brothers arm and bend down to the hem of your dress, ripping it at the side continuingly up until your whole leg is on show “Now, I want you to leave MY house before I take whatever little manhood you have between your legs and shove it up your own ass” he looks flabbergasted at your words. His wife also looking shocked

“You cannot-”

“Oh but I just did” you take a step closer to him “get the fuck out” you see him and his wife hurriedly walk out of your house. You turn to look at the three who are looking awestruck at you. Eloise is the first to speak

“That was amazing!” you smile at her

“God that was liberating”

“He must’ve done something really bad to you for you to act like that” you nod

“He wasn’t a very nice man” you take her hands “if a man ever tries to tell you to do something and you don’t want to, no matter what, tell him no. You owe men nothing. Do whatever makes you happy. And if he doesn’t take no for an answer, tell him to go fuck himself” you smile at her and hug her. Benedict coughs slightly

“Eloise shall we go and dance?” she nods and takes his arm, leaving you and Anthony by the side of the room

“I am sorry”

“Why?”

“Because he-”

“You are not him so you do not need to apologise” he nods as you look down at your dress “I liked this outfit” he chuckles

“I think that speech and action was worth ruining your dress though, don’t you agree?” you nod and smile up at him. He offers you his hand “I’d like to see how much you remembered from our dance lesson a few days ago”

“Oh... I remember nothing about that and I value your, well, everything to be seen dancing with someone who will likely make a fool of you” he chuckles and takes your hand anyway, leading you to the dance floor. You place a hand on his shoulder and the other in his hand “this is correct, yes?” he nods and places his hand on your waist. You dance around the room, managing to not step on his toes at all. You finish and clap with excitement “I did that perfectly” he chuckles “now I want to get-” you think for a second “I don’t know how to word it in a ladylike manner so excuse me. But I want to get shitfaced” he smiles slightly as you pull him over to the drinks you had for people. Picking up a glass for him, you hear Violet come over to you and give you a smile

“My dear, your dress is ripped” you nod

“Yeah, I think it adds to my look”

“People are looking though”

“And? It’s just a leg. We all own them”

“It’s just. It’s not proper” you roll your eyes

“Should I get dressed?” she nods and smiles at a couple of people who walk past, giving you a disgusted look “wow. Who knew so many people would get offended by a leg” you hold your hand out to Anthony “come with me?”

“Oh my dear he-”

“I’m sorry I either get dressed with him as my escort or I stay down here with my legs on show” you smile at her kindly as you head upstairs with him. You go into your room “Leave the door open. Looks less like a scandal if it’s open” he nods and admires the art around the room as you take your dress off and search your wardrobe for a new and acceptable dress.

“This painting is very good” You look over at him and the picture he is admiring

“Thanks. I painted it”

“Really?” you nod and pull the dress on over you head.

“I painted that one and that one in this room. I modelled for that one” you point at various paintings

“That’s you?” you nod

“Ivy painted me and I fancied it so much I asked her if I could buy it from her. She told me not to be so stupid and gave it to me as a present. She only requests now that if people ask who painted it I say her so that people may buy her art” he nods

“Surely it’d be better in a more public room so more people can see to admire it though?”

“I already feel very big headed having a picture of myself hanging in my house. I don’t need it on display for everyone to see how big headed I am” he laughs slightly

“No I suppose you’re right” he takes a sip of his drink and holds his arm out to you again. You smile and take it, heading downstairs. Lily runs over to you as soon as you once again reach the party, taking your hands in her own.

“Benedict told me that he turned up again. My love are you ok?” she strokes your cheeks and looks into your eyes. She was expecting to see sadness or fear but instead she saw a warmth. Happiness. She furrows her brows as she looks at you then at Anthony. “I am glad you are ok” she kisses you on the forehead as a sign of affection. “You are loved and if he ever shows his face again I will kick him so hard in his dick he’ll see stars” you laugh slightly

“Thank you. I am ok now. I told him to fuck off”

“She did. It was a weirdly amazing scene to watch play out” you hear the oldest brother say behind you. Daphne comes over to you three

“Brother. Mama said we are leaving tonight. She said that it only seems right that we leave Lady Garcia a good night’s rest before we wear her out”

“Don’t be silly. I am happy for you all to stay longer” she shakes her head

“I must also get back to tend to some duchess duties. I fear I may have left my husband for too long. But we shall come and visit you again once I have had our child if that is ok?”

“You are welcome back anytime Daphne. You and the whole family are kind and good people and I’ve had the greatest honour of being in your company” she smiles at you and bows slightly before leaving. Lily smiles at you

“M’lady. Would you let me have the honour of getting drunk with you” she asks as you smile and take her arm.

“I’d be honoured m’lady” looking at the eldest son “would you care to join?” He shakes his head

“I am going to go and join my family” he bows to you both slightly before walking away. You both smile as you go over and pour yourselves a glass of whiskey. Both starting to intake a large quantity of alcohol, Eloise comes over to join you

“What are you drinking?”

“Whiskey. Would you like some?” your friend offers

“Yes. Yes. My brothers never let me have drinks” you hand a glass before Anthony comes over once again

“Thank you” he says as he takes the glass from her hand and sips it

“Let the poor girl have a drink” he shakes his head

“Mother would kill me if she knew I’d let her drink”

“Meanie” you exclaim, pouring another drink for yourself “try some my love” you offer her your glass “if you enjoy it I shall pour you your own one and I’ll threaten to beat your brother if he tries to stop you” he laughs at your words as Eloise takes a sip and grimaces at the taste

“That is foul” you nod and take a sip

“So I take it you don’t want one?” she coughs but look at all three of you then nods

“Give me a glass” the brother goes to object but you simply cover his mouth as you pour a fresh glass with one hand. His eyes soften when you meet his gaze

“It is a party. Let the girl have a drink” you move your hand away “Also, if you guys are leaving today then I don’t have to have the responsibility of looking after her tomorrow morning” you drink the rest of your drink and place down the cup. Daphne walks over to you

“Why is she holding a glass?”

“Because it is my party and I want her to enjoy herself” you look at her “she is old enough to marry then she is old enough to get drunk. Oh I want some food”

“It looks like our sister isn’t the only one who can’t take here alcohol” you hear the oldest say. You glare at him as you get very close to him

“I can hold my alcohol. I am just hungry” he nods

“Ok. Touch your nose” you roll your eyes at him, not playing his stupid little game. He leans slightly closer to you “I’m sorry, did you not hear me. I said touch your nose. Prove to me you are not drunk” you subconsciously press your legs together at his domineering voice, now you are glad you changed dresses as no one can see your legs. You lift your finger up and place it on the end of your nose with ease.

“See? And I can touch yours” you touch the end of his nose “and everyone else’s. The world is my oyster of nose touching” you laugh and link arms with him as you watch his sister down the drink you gave her, gagging afterwards. You wince for her “Yeah it’s a strong drink. Sorry my love. Oops sorry for calling you my love” you smile as you watch her recover from her drink, coughing into her hand.

A couple more hours pass and all the guests start to leave. The Bridgerton’s (apart from your two friends) are the last to go. “It has been wonderful to meet you all!” you smile at each of them as they all make their way to their carriages. You go over and kiss Daphne’s forehead “thank you for coming. Do write to me when you have the child as I’d love to see him” you smile and wave goodbye as they leave your now very empty house.

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