#paxton hall x reader

[pupypistol]

Buzzing II ᴘᴀxᴛᴏɴ ʜᴀʟʟ ʏᴏsʜɪᴅᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

warnings: brief mention of alcohol summary: Y/n has sensory overload Dx requested: nop

Everyone is unique; no two people are exactly the same. Some people can fall asleep in complete silence, while others need background noise. Some love the chaos of crowds, and others find them unbearable.

And Y/n?

Y/n didn’t do well with overstimulation—too much noise, too many people, too many things happening at once sent her into sensory overload, or in worse cases a panic attack.

She wasn’t fragile or dramatic, she just needed space sometimes.

Breathing room.

Quiet.

But there was none of that inside the party—just pounding bass that felt like it was trying to break through her skull, voices layered over voices, and flashing lights made it hard to focus on anything at all. Her skin felt too tight, her thoughts too loud, head buzzing.

Her hands moved to the hem of her sleeves, twisting it between her fingers. Everything itched. It was like her clothes were part of the noise

She’d been to louder, rowdier parties before. But tonight it was all pressing in at once. Her hands trembled and she just wanted out.

She wished she hadn’t touched the alcohol.

Just one drink, but it fuzzed the edges of her already-spinning head. She’d only wanted to feel a little looser, to not seem uptight or weird. Instead, she felt out of control.

So she made her way to the backdoor, hands trembling, heart racing—not from excitement or fun, but from something that felt an awful lot like drowning on dry land.

Paxton looked up from his game, beer in hand and halfway to his lips, just in time to see Y/n rush quickly out the back door, panic written all over her face, tight shoulders, unfocused eyes, like her body was trying to outrun something inside her.

She didn’t even glance around, just shoved past a group near the door and disappeared into the night.

No one else noticed, no one moved.

No one except Paxton.

He didn’t think—just followed.

The air on the back porch was cool.

The quiet was a jarring contrast to the noise inside. He spotted her immediately, curled up on the steps like she was trying to fold herself small enough to disappear.

She didn’t even hear his footsteps, didn’t even realize he’d noticed and she wasn't alone anymore.

But then a cold water bottle nudged her hand and her quiet, but noticeable, cries ceased.

“Y/n, right?” Paxton’s voice was low, almost careful.

She didn’t respond—barely even moved. But he kept going, crouching down to hand her a water bottle.

“You okay?”

She could have lied.

Should have, maybe. But instead she managed to mutter, “just.. overwhelmed.” she sniffled

He nodded, like it made total sense. Like it wasn’t weird or broken or something to apologize for.

Still, something about the way her shoulders curled inward, the way her whole body shook and her—honestly, sweaty— fingers clutched the hem of her sleeve as if to anchor herself, it seemed deeper than just overwhelmed.

He’d never really been around someone having a panic attack before. Not up close, not like this.

He wasn’t even sure if that was what was happening, but something in his chest tightened, and for once, he didn’t trust his usual instinct to just say something casual and hope for the best.

He didnt know why he felt so..

protective wasnt even the right word.

Something in him had clicked without warning or permission.

Y/n wasnt a friend. In all honesty she wasnt even a person in his life, not in the way most people are. They shared one class together. That was it.

The only reason he even knew her name was because of the seating chart.

Their only interactions had been fleeting— usually her bumping into him accidentally in the hallway or while trying to scurry out of class.

Her face would flush, eyes low, whispering apologies like they were a reflex.

She never made eye contact. Never lingered. Always gone just as fast as she was there, like she could shrink herself out of existence.

She was quiet. Reserved. Probably thought no one noticed her— or at least hoped.

But he had.

He noticed the way she was always on edge, the way she flinched like noise and raised voices physically hurt her.

The way she fidgeted with her clothes— tugging at sleeves, adjusting collars, pulling at hems like nothing ever sat quite right against her skin.

He never thought much of it at the time. Just little things. Barely-there details.

But now, sitting next to her, watching as she tried to disappear into herself, it all made sense in a way he disliked.

“Wanna talk, or want me to just shut up?”

She actually laughed. Just a little. And for the first time that night, she could finally breathe again.

He was now sitting next to her on the step, his hand going up to rub gentle circles on her back, “Deep breaths, okay?”

Her breathing steadied, his presence oddly calming her— something unfamiliar, since people usually only made her more anxious.

She took the water bottle with both hands, holding it close and squeezing until it crinkled into the still night air, “Sorry.. I'm okay.. didn't mean to worry you”

Her eyes met his, glossy and red faced, “you can go back inside.” she did her best at giving a reassuring smile.

She didn’t expect him to stay.

But Paxton didnt move.

“I could,” he shrugged, “But I’d be thinking about you all night.”

She winced, biting her lip, “I didn't mean to freak out- just a little too loud for me.” she was unable to hold his stare, eyes drifting to her fidgeting hands

There was a silence— not awkward, but still.

Safe.

“Parties arent for everyone” he hummed. “im not that great either, just good at hiding it better”

That earned another giggle, more genuine than the first.

Her eyes met his soft gaze.

“You wanna sit out here with me a little longer?” He asked, leaning back on his palms, the concern on his face replaced by an admittedly cute smile.

She hesitated.

Then she nodded.

He tugged her gently into his side, squeezing her shoulder with quiet reassurance.

Her head rested against his shoulder, and for the first time all night, she felt like she could breathe.

[jjmaybank4l]

Warnings: strong language, drinking alcohol, self-harm attempt, scars, probably spelling mistakes don’t come after me😭 

I grab a bottle of vodka and walk into my room shutting the door sniffling. I open the bottle and take a big chug. My phone has been going off for hours. Mostly from my best friend conrad. He’s always worried about the most stupidest things. But this time, he probably should be worried. I look at my phone and open the texts from conrad. 

Yn why the hell are you not answering your phone. Answer I’m worried about you. Please. 

I sigh and put down my phone not texting him back just leaving him on read. An hour later and I’m really drunk and I’m sitting on my floor crying. As I wipe my eyes sniffling, I look at my cabinet beside my bed. I walk over to the cabinet and open the drawer. As I dug through the stuff in the drawer I found my razor. I grab it and sit on the floor bringing the razor to my arm. Just as i was about to slide it down my door opens making my head snap up. Conrad stands in the door way looking at the razor in my hand. “Yn what the fuck?!” He says running to me and taking the razor from me and checking my arm. “Con get off of me” I slur while i push him off me.  “Yn what were you doing?!” He says running his hands through his hair now standing over me as he starts to pant. “Nothing leave me alone” i say groggy as i try to stand up almost falling but catching myself. “Are you fucking drunk?!” He asks looking at the empty vodka bottle on the ground. “No Shit Sherlock” I roll my eyes as I stumble around the room looking out the window. “Yn tell me what’s going on.” He says turning my shoulder towards him so I make eye contact. My eyes and bloodshot red and my face is puffy from crying. “What were you doing with the razor.” He says sternly. “What the fuck do you think.” I spit back stumbling away. “Let me see your arm.” He says looking at me with tears in his eyes. “The hell no” I say scoffing. “Yn im not asking.” He says grabbing my arm and rolling up my sleeve. I try to pull my arm away but he’s to strong and I’m to drunk. He looks at my wrist and sees many scars. He slowly loosens his grip on my wrist letting me pull my arm away and roll my sleeve back down. “Yn…” he says softly. “Don’t.” I say softly walking away. “Is there any more.” He asks in a whisper. I stay silent looking at the floor tears in my eyes. “Please show me.” He asks walking towards me as I sit on my bed. “No.” I say quickly. “Yn.” He says sitting down next to me on the bed. “No conrad.” I say wiling my tears away. “Hey” he says reaching to hold my hand. He grabs my hand and I start crying. He then pulls my into his chest as I hug him tightly. I start sobbing and my body shaking. “I’m s-sorry!” I cry into his chest. “Yn it’s okay.” He says playing with my hair. “No it’s not okay!” I cry again. “Your okay. I’ve got you” he says. As he says that I just cry harder into his chest. Soon after what felt like forever I stop crying and I pull away wiping my tears and sniffling. “You should go to sleep. We can talk about this in the morning.” He says rubbing my back. “Can you stay with me?” I ask softly looking at the floor. “Yeah of course. I’ll always stay.” He says smiling. We lay down on the bed he pulls me into his chest, his fingers in my hair. I fall asleep almost immediately. He kisses my head and puts his head leaning on mine and falls asleep. 

[musingsofad4ydreamer]

What do you want to see next from me?

Hey guys, I have a bunch of unfinished ideas for fics in my drafts, and I'm kind of struggling on which to put my focus on so here's a random selection of fic ideas that are in my drafts, and you guys can tell me which you would like to see the most. My requests will remain open, so you can send in any that you may have, these are just some ideas that I already came up with.

[thisisxli]

Hajime x tooru's twin sister!reader who is bold president of a science club in school headcanons?

OOOOH this is a MUST

Miss the old haikyuu 2020 days fr. And man is this my best work yet trust🙏

Hajime Iwaizumi x Fem!Reader(Tooru's twin)

Rs: Hajime Iwaizumi x Fem!Reader (Tooru's twin sister)

Warnings: ANGST, a little bit of bullying, awkward talks of teenage sex, sexual depictions, suggested themes, nsfw(lasts for a sentence or two), disorder mentioned, implied death

Tags: sad.. Bittersweet, fluff, hajime is so cute, hajime acts soft around reader, childhood friends to lovers, high school sweethearts, old age, marriage, a little smut

Recommended song: (play by the end)

wc: 1.5k

a/n: this made me feel nostalgic and pretty sad to write imo.

How you met/first impressions:

You met each other through your brother, Tooru. Tooru was snarky and keen on keeping his best friend to himself but you were even more petty. When Tooru was distracted on trying to set a ball, you would quickly grab Hajime by the wrist and drag him to your hiding place. Occasionally, it would change because your brother would somehow find it.. always.

To Hajime, you had to be one of the prettiest girls he's ever seen in all of his six years of living. You.. also became his first heartbreak. He proposed to you with a ring pop and you refused. "Pee-yew! I don't wanna marry you, Iwa!" He was left super dejected and sulked until Tooru was forced to distract him to get his mind off things. Ever since then, he was always teasing you and making smart ass remarks at you.

He was a odd boy. What made you like and wanna hang around him like Tooru does was that Hajime was adventurous. He seemed strong too. And you wanted two boys to look up to anyways to treat you like queen so you tried your best to boss both Tooru and Hajime around. You entirely started to acknowledge Hajime when he comforted you after Tooru hit you in the head with a volleyball.

How you start to like each other:

Hajime has always liked you since you were little kids. Obviously. But he made sure it wasn't obvious to you or that you were merely someone he stole answers from for science class. Someone who was just his best friend's twin sister. It wasn't like he was gonna stay like this forever... He just didn't know how to approach you. And he has his doubts. He's basically like Paxton Hall Yoshida only that he didn't sleep around and he wasn't that dumb... He just sucked at science. So he goes to you but he makes fun of you for it.

You realize when some random jock drops all the books in your hands on purpose, laughing and high-fiving with his friends. "stupid- STUPID SHITFACE!" Your shout literally reaches everyone's ears. Including Hajime's.

For some reason, the jock gets offended and goes up to you, chest to chest. Except his chest was much larger and higher than yours. "The fuck d'you say?" You nearly recoil when you feel his hot breath hit your face. "I said-" "betta' keep that mouth shut, sweetheart," he cuts you off immediately, wincing when he shoves you against the lockers. People are already crowding and pulling out their phones. Great. But before anything else happens, the jock is roughly jerked back and lands on his butt. And there stands your prince Charming, Hajime Iwaizumi. You notice that his ears are red. Steams were also practically steaming out of his ears. He stomps his way over to the jock that stood up with a small stutter. "Better keep that mouth shut, hm?" Hajime stares the jock down. Clearly, the boy wasn't going to back down so he scoffs, rolling his sleeves up. The jock's eyes quickly widen and murmur a 'my bad ' and takes his leave along with his friends, a few applauses and cat calls being earned from the crowd.

"You okay?" Hajime barely grasps your fingertips in his, looking at you with concern. Your heart was quite literally about to explode over what just occurred.

How you confess:

The tension was awfully SO obvious.. Matsukawa was frantically complaining about the faint flirting and playful teases. But neither you or Hajime did or said nothing. Matsukawa basically face plants at that but he sorts out a plan with Hanamaki and Tooru. Tooru was almost against it but he did have to admit, he literally knew everything about how the two of you felt. And it was painful to watch you and Hajime, it cringed him out LIKE JUST GET TOGETHER ALREADY!!

Tooru had sent you a text that he was already home. So it was just you and Hajime. You both left the school in silence. Started walking in silence. Entering your neighborhood in silence. Before you thought another moment was gonna be filled in silence, he tugs you by the wrist. He confesses and pours out everything he knows and feels about you. How long, when, where, etc. You confess too, a smile adorning your face when he looks away all flustered. You kissed him on the cheek before you went in your house, leaving him alone with a hand on his cheek and a slack jaw.

How you get together:

He was waiting for you outside the door after your club meeting ended. He seemed nervous but you knew what he was trying to get at. So you simply do the job for him. "Wanna be my boyfriend?" He gives you that signature head scratching smile, giving you a nod. You both walk home together that late afternoon, holding hands the whole way.

How you kiss:

They're very sweet and slow. Hajime respects you enough to not over step your boundaries unless you ask of him. He gets very wary when you do. "Are you sure? Are you reaallly sure? I don't know.. Suure? Okay, okay- fine, c'mere."

Sometimes things get heated. The way his tongue glides over yours seems like they almost suggest something. You would smirk against his lips and push yourself on top of him to get him flustered on purpose. Or you would... at least try to pin him against a wall. "(Y-Y/N).. We- we can't yet.. not yet.." This would get you very pouty but he kisses you through it and holds you so you don't catch a fit.

What he loves about you (Adults) :

He loves that you stayed through all this time. He's known you about twenty one years and you both have dated each other for nine years. Obviously when it becomes your tenth anniversary, he's gonna propose.. He just doesn't know how... And he seriously did not mean to wait that long..

He loves to kiss your pulses and your eyelids. He thinks those are really intimate to do and he just really loves that you're alive and breathing.

He loves when wrinkles start to spawn whenever you concentrate. It makes him think he'll grow old with you.

When you're married: he loves it when you cling onto him for life on your honeymoon, screaming his name when you're bouncing on his shaft. 'Give me your babies' you chant. It makes him giggle at the thought.

Awkward discussion with your kids:

One of your kids get a unusual.. and awfully weird offer. Luckily, they came to you both about it for advice and for curiosity. "Why do people have sex?"

Honestly, it was like you were ready for this question but you were unprepared. You knew how high school could be very.. Ratchet. Especially with all the drama, sex, hormones... You were sure things were worse for their generation. But you thoroughly explain and answer with all you can to your child's questions, trying not to cringe halfway.

Your husband was NOT prepared at all. He wasn't ready. He wasn't even really expecting this conversation until LATER. man, he thinks. 'Their generation would really bring us all down.' He stays and tries to answer though.. It's mainly just you talking and you seem completely fine and cool with it which he doesn't understand at all.

After an argument:

Usually, a child sulks and becomes completely depressed when their parents fight but oh no, not your child. Your child absolutely loves to step in between you and Hajime's arguments. Your child was basically the anchor, almost. Keeping you two steady.

Hajime would realize his mistakes and so would you. So you both make up to each other and show each other your love, hugging each other and never letting go, falling asleep in each other's arms once you do.

Who gets Dementia?

You, you do.

It's a sad thing, really. Old age was really hitting you both, you especially. It saddened you both but you both knew it would be okay all as long he was next to you and you were next to him.

It would hurt Hajime whenever you would forget his name and slowly how he looks like. But he never gave up, nor did he ever pressure you into trying to figure out who he was. That's also how you knew that man was someone you loved. Every time you would remember though, everything suddenly became waterworks. You would cry about being young again and experiencing so many things with each other without a problem in the world.

Last moments?

"Hajime?" You murmur, reaching out for his wrinkled hand. He turns to look at you, eyes glossy and sullen looking because of his droopy skin. He rubs his thumb across your hand, kissing your knuckles. "You're beautiful."

You smile warmly, closing your eyes just as you tell him so, "take me to the moon."

Fun Fact:

As young adults, Hajime was suffering without you in California. He immediately made sure you never left his sight when he went back to Japan.

At the ages of 6, Hajime had nursed your scraped knee. When he gave you a Disney Princess band-aid, you kissed his cheek politely and he happily accepted it.

[thecrayonindisguise]

Chapter 4: Unspoken Bonds || Bonds and Barriers

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Original Female Character

Masterpost || << prev || next >>

Word Count: 9.4k

Warnings: no particular warnings

Authors Note: And here we are at Aubrey Hall people!! just a little note, some scenes here were inspired by some from the second season, obviously, I changed something, we don’t like to copy and paste. We are getting to know Caterina a little more... and I loved writing Teresa and Caterina's relationship here, they are my favorite!

Dearest gentle readers,  

It appears that the winds of fortune have once again swept favor upon the Medici family, though perhaps a bit sooner than expected. In an unusual twist, the illustrious Miss Caterina Medici and her sister Miss Teresa Medici were extended a private invitation to Aubrey Hall, before the rest of the ton, no less. Some might wonder what could inspire such a gesture from none other than Lord Ducker, especially given that the entire ton has yet to receive their own summons to the Bridgerton family estate. It seems some are destined to arrive at the party early. I would venture a guess, dear readers, that romantic interests are afoot. But, Miss Medici is the true object of Lord Ducker’s favor?  

On another note, last night’s ball provided more than just invitations and dance sets. One might have heard a certain Mr. Paxton’s pride shatter as he found himself unexpectedly sprawled on the floor, courtesy of a certain Miss Medici. What caused such an ungraceful display, you ask? Let’s just say that Mr. Paxton should be more mindful of his tongue when speaking about women, especially in Miss Medici’s presence. She has proven, once again, that her wit is as sharp as any sword.  

Until next time, my dear readers. It seems the Medici sisters have much to look forward to in the coming days. Aubrey Hall awaits, and who knows what further intrigues might unfold behind those grand doors? I, for one, will be watching with great interest.  

Yours in gossip,  

Lady Whistledown

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The Medici carriage slowed as it approached the grand entrance of Aubrey Hall. 

The sprawling estate, with its expansive gardens and towering manor, rose before them like a testament to the Bridgerton family’s wealth and legacy. Sunlight bathed the honey-colored stone in a soft golden glow, while the breeze stirred the trees that lined the long drive. 

Caterina leaned slightly toward the window, her sharp eyes taking in the details, impeccably manicured lawns, ivy creeping up the walls of the estate, and the grand stone steps that led to the entrance. 

Beside her, Teresa practically hummed with excitement, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her gloves.

“ Dio mio , it’s even more beautiful than I imagined,” Teresa whispered, her voice full of awe.

Caterina merely nodded, her expression unreadable but betraying a flicker of admiration. “Yes, the Bridgertons certainly know how to make an impression.”

The carriage came to a halt, and before the Medici sisters could compose themselves fully, the door swung open.

Footmen, dressed in the Bridgerton livery, stepped forward to assist them down. As Caterina alighted gracefully from the carriage, her gaze immediately fell on the figures waiting at the top of the stairs.

The entire Bridgerton family stood assembled to welcome them.

Lady Violet Bridgerton stood at the forefront, beaming warmly, with her children gathered around her in a welcoming line.

Daphne and Simon stood close by, as did Benedict, Colin, Eloise, and Anthony. But joining them this time were the younger Bridgertons, Francesca, Gregory, and Hyacinth, whom neither Caterina nor Teresa had yet met.

“Lady Medici, Miss Caterina, Miss Teresa!” Violet greeted them with her usual enthusiasm, stepping forward. “We are so thrilled to welcome you to Aubrey Hall.”

Lady Medici inclined her head politely, her soft smile belying her regal composure. “Thank you, Lady Bridgerton. Your home is even more beautiful than I imagined.”

As the Medici family exchanged pleasantries with Lady Bridgerton, Teresa's wide eyes lingered on the grand entrance of Aubrey Hall, her lips parted in awe. 

Caterina, though poised and regal, couldn’t help but admire the lively scene before her, a family so intertwined in each other's lives, filled with an undeniable warmth.

Violet waved away the compliment with a gentle laugh. “It’s an old home, but it’s filled with love. Now, allow me to introduce you to the rest of the family.” She gestured to the three younger Bridgertons. “This is Francesca, Gregory, and Hyacinth. They were eagerly awaiting your arrival. and of course my lovely daughter Daphne.”

"Lady Medici, Miss Caterina, Miss Teresa," Daphne greeted them, stepping forward, her face aglow with kindness. The Duchess of Hastings was radiant, her hand resting lightly on Simon’s arm. "I hope the journey wasn’t too tiring for you?"

Caterina smiled softly, inclining her head, her gaze briefly flicking over Simon’s tall, imposing figure before settling on Daphne. "Not at all, Your Grace. The journey was pleasant enough, though I must say, arriving at Aubrey Hall makes the journey feel worthwhile."

Simon nodded, his expression serious yet warm. "We are pleased to finally welcome you both here”

Teresa, unable to hide her excitement, stepped forward with a grin, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. "Your Grace, I’ve been looking forward to seeing Aubrey Hall. It’s even more magnificent than I imagined."

Daphne laughed lightly, exchanging a quick glance with her husband. "I’m glad to hear that, Miss Teresa. We hope you will both find your stay as pleasant as possible."

As the conversation continued, Lady Medici and Violet shared a quiet exchange. "You have raised a fine family, Lady Bridgerton," Lady Medici said with sincerity, her regal tone softening slightly. "It is easy to see the bond between all of you."

Violet smiled proudly. "Thank you. Family is everything to us, and I believe that’s something we share in common, Lady Medici."

Before they could exchange further words, the familiar figure of Lord Ducker stepped forward, his presence commanding attention. 

He had been lingering toward the back, but now his eyes were fixed on Teresa, his lips quirking into a small, appreciative smile.

"Ah Edward," Violet greeted with warmth, "I see you've come to greet our guests as well."

Edward offered a low bow, his eyes never leaving Teresa’s as he straightened. "Indeed, dear aunt. It would be quite improper of me not to welcome the Medici family." He turned his full attention to Teresa, his voice softening. "Miss Medici, I trust your journey was pleasant?"

Teresa blushed slightly, her fidgeting hands stilled as she met his gaze. "Very pleasant, my lord. Thank you for asking."

Caterina observed the exchange with quiet interest, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. 

Edward’s admiration for her sister was unmistakable, and it filled her with a sense of quiet relief. 

Despite all the complications that had arisen since their arrival in London, this was falling into place.

"Lord Ducker, you’ve been quite the gracious host in London," Caterina added, her tone smooth and measured. "It’s been a pleasure getting to know your family during our stay."

Edward’s gaze flicked briefly to Caterina before returning to Teresa. "The pleasure has been mine, Miss Caterina. But if I’m honest, I am always particularly looking forward to this visit to Aubrey Hall. The countryside, the fresh air… it offers a welcome respite from the chaos of London."

Daphne, watching the exchange with amusement, chimed in, "Indeed, Aubrey Hall has that effect on everyone. And I daresay a few days in the countryside will be just what we all need to clear our heads."

Just then, Benedict approached from the side, his expression unreadable as he met Caterina’s gaze briefly before bowing slightly to the group. "Lady Medici, Miss Caterina, Miss Teresa," he greeted formally, though there was an edge to his voice that only Caterina noticed. "I hope you find the estate to your liking."

Caterina met his gaze steadily, though the tension between them was palpable. She inclined her head, keeping her voice cool and measured. "It’s lovely, Mr. Bridgerton. A home filled with history and charm."

Before anything more could be said, Anthony stepped forward with a broad smile. "Right then, we’ve gathered enough in the courtyard, haven’t we? Let’s not keep the ladies standing any longer. Let us show you to your rooms, and afterward, perhaps we can all enjoy a walk through the gardens before dinner."

Violet nodded in agreement, her eyes sparkling. "Yes, please. You must be tired after your travels. Come, we’ll show you to your chambers so you can rest."

As they made their way inside Aubrey Hall, Teresa, still flush with excitement, fell into step beside Edward.

The two exchanged quiet words, their conversation flowing naturally, while Caterina found herself walking next to Benedict, though the silence between them stretched uncomfortably.

Until the little Hyacinth, with her eyes twinkling with curiosity, stepped forward, eager to meet the new guests. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Medici,” she said, her words directed at Teresa. "Mother says we’ll be playing Pall-Mall later, and I do hope you're ready. We Bridgertons take it very seriously.”

Teresa smiled brightly, her excitement matching Hyacinth’s. “I think I’m more than ready,” she replied, casting a playful glance at Caterina, who stood back with a raised eyebrow.

Gregory, looking ever the mischievous younger brother, grinned and added, “Just don’t let Benedict put you off, he’s notorious for bending the rules.”

Benedict, who was standing to the side, raised an eyebrow at the jab. “Notorious? Gregory, I’m wounded by your lack of faith.”

“And here I thought it was part of your charm,” Caterina chimed in, her voice laced with dry humor, her eyes glinting. 

Benedict smiled, clearly amused. “I’m afraid I can’t deny it. A good strategy, bending the rules, especially in Pall-Mall.”

Caterina gave him a sidelong glance, her lips curving into a knowing smile. “And here I was, thinking you were the noble one in the family.”

Benedict let out a soft laugh. “Noble? In this family? You wound me, Miss Medici.”

Caterina laughed, her posture relaxed as she teased him further. “Let’s hope that charm of yours isn’t the only weapon you bring to the field.”

Benedict leaned in slightly, his smile widening. “Oh, I don’t doubt that. But I should warn you, if you thought the ballroom was a battlefield, you’ve yet to witness the chaos of a Bridgerton Pall-Mall match.”

As the playful exchange between Caterina and Benedict unfolded, Lady Bridgerton cleared her throat, smiling at the pair. “Now, now, let’s leave the game talk for later. Why don’t we settle you into your rooms first?”

Teresa glanced at Caterina, excitement bubbling in her voice as they followed the family inside. “I think I might actually enjoy this weekend,” she whispered.

Caterina smirked, eyes still dancing with amusement from her banter with Benedict. “Oh, I’m sure it will be interesting, at the very least.”

Inside the manor, the atmosphere was as welcoming as the family themselves. 

The grand foyer was filled with warmth, chandeliers glittering above, and family portraits adorning the walls. 

As the Medici family took in the grandeur of Aubrey Hall, Caterina couldn’t help but admire the subtle elegance.

As they were shown to their rooms, Benedict lingered near Caterina. “I’m glad you decided to come,” he said softly.

“Are you?” Caterina responded her tone teasing but with a curious undertone.

Benedict chuckled, leaning in slightly as they walked. “Of course. Who else would I spar with during our matches? You keep me on my toes.”

Caterina met his gaze, eyes glinting with both challenge and amusement. “Then I suppose I’ll have to keep you guessing, won’t I?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he replied, his voice low and playful.

As they continued up the staircase, the light banter between Caterina and Benedict didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the Bridgertons, or by Teresa, who shot a quick smile toward her sister. 

It seemed Aubrey Hall was already full of intrigue, and the weekend had only just begun.

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The sun was beginning to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden hue over the sprawling grounds of Aubrey Hall, as the Bridgertons and their guests made their way to the garden where the Pall Mall course had been set up. 

Lush green hedges framed the open field, and the wicket posts stood ready, gleaming in the sunlight. Flowerbeds burst with color along the path, their vibrant hues reflecting the competitive but playful mood hanging in the air.

Daphne, always graceful, stood with Teresa and Caterina Medici in the shade of a large oak tree.

The sisters, ever poised but clearly eager for the challenge ahead, listened attentively as Daphne outlined the game’s nuances. 

Teresa leaned in, her eyes bright with curiosity. “Can I ask the rules, Your Grace?” she prompted, though it was clear she was already picking up on the tone of the game.

"Pall Mall is less about the rules," Daphne began with a small, knowing smile, "and more about the goal." she chuckled softly. "The goal is simple, hit your ball through each wicket. The first player to reach the last wicket wins. But," she added, her eyes glinting with mischief, "if you’re feeling particularly wicked, you can use your turn to knock an opponent’s ball as far from their next wicket as possible."

Caterina's lips curled into a devilish smile, exchanging a glance with Teresa. “I believe we will enjoy this game very much,” she said, her tone laced with anticipation.

Daphne continued, her voice filled with amusement, as though she was letting the sisters in on a Bridgerton family secret. “The real trick is knowing your opponents. Colin is crafty, he’ll strike when you least expect it, so always be on your guard. Eloise,” she glanced toward her younger sister, “focuses entirely on beating her brothers. She’s so absorbed in her rivalry with them that she often forgets about the rest of us.”

Teresa raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. “And Lord Bridgerton?”

Daphne laughed. “Anthony is ruthless. He plays to win and doesn’t care who he steps over to do it.”

Caterina, ever observant, leaned in slightly. “And your other brother your Grace?”

“Benedict?” Daphne smirked. “he is a solid shot. He avoids conflict, mostly. But don’t underestimate him, he’s full of surprises.”

Caterina’s eyes sparkled at the mention of Benedict, already plotting her next teasing exchange. 

Before she could say more, Anthony approached, carrying the Pall Mall mallets with his usual air of authority.

“Ladies, gentlemen,” Anthony announced, his voice carrying over the group, “I regret to inform you that we are one mallet short.”

“Oh, no need to worry!” Teresa interjected, her voice full of enthusiasm. “Caterina and I will share. Besides, it’s better that way, we wouldn’t want the garden to turn into a serious battlefield.”

Caterina smiled, watching her sister defuse the tension with her light-hearted tone. 

But before she could step forward, Benedict appeared at her side, his tall frame almost casting a shadow over her.

"Ready to be defeated, Miss Medici?" Benedict’s voice was low but teasing, the corners of his mouth curling into a grin.

Caterina looked up at him, her expression playful but challenging. "It’s far too early to declare victory, Mr. Bridgerton," she countered, her tone dripping with mock confidence.

Benedict feigned a deep sigh, placing a hand over his heart as if wounded. "Wounded already," he said dramatically, "and we haven’t even started."

Their playful exchange didn’t go unnoticed. Daphne, standing a few steps away, smiled quietly to herself. She had seen many Pall Mall matches over the years, but the way Benedict and Caterina exchanged banter hinted that this game might be more intriguing than most.

As the others gathered to begin the game, Colin suggested tossing a coin to decide the first pick of mallets. Eloise quickly reminded everyone of a promise made the year before to let the youngest choose first, while Anthony insisted they follow alphabetical order. 

The Medici sisters stood back, enjoying the friendly bickering that ensued among the siblings.

Teresa leaned in to whisper to her sister, “You already know which one?”

Caterina nodded. “Of course.”

Just then, Daphne cleared her throat, bringing order back to the group. “The only fair thing to do is let our invited guests choose first,” she announced, gesturing toward Teresa and Caterina.

Edward, standing nearby, smiled graciously. “Ladies, please. Choose your mallets.”

Teresa strode forward confidently and picked up the green mallet, holding it up as though inspecting it. 

Anthony chuckled, looking at Benedict out of the corner of his eye. “An excellent choice,” he said, his tone light but teasing.

Caterina, catching the glance between Anthony and Benedict, couldn’t resist. She sidled up to Benedict, her voice low and teasing. “Is this yours?” she asked innocently, the faintest smile tugging at her lips.

Benedict blinked, then shook his head, a faint frown of concern flickering across his face. 

“Thankfully, no,” he muttered, though he couldn’t hide the amusement in his eyes.

Caterina’s soft laugh reached his ears, and she leaned in closer. “I wish you the best of luck, Mr. Bridgerton. You’ll need it,” she whispered before moving away to rejoin her sister.

The group assembled on the lawn, ready to begin. Daphne, standing at the head, raised her mallet with a flourish. “To the field of combat!” she declared with dramatic flair.

The Medici sisters grinned wickedly at each other as they stepped forward to take their place in the game.

“Ladies!” Their mother’s voice echoed from the terrace, where she was seated with Lady Bridgerton and Lady Ducker. “Remember, you are guests! This is not a war zone!”

Caterina and Teresa exchanged a glance and burst into laughter before hurrying to join the rest of the players.

The game began with the usual chaos and laughter. 

Teresa and Caterina, always one step ahead, worked seamlessly as a team. They whispered to each other between turns, their strategy becoming clear as the game progressed. 

Their movements were calculated, but subtle enough to go unnoticed by the other players.

“They’re too quiet, don’t you think?” Lord Ducker mused, watching the twins closely. He stood next to Benedict and Colin, who were equally absorbed in observing the sisters.

“They’re up to something,” Benedict agreed, his gaze flickering over to Caterina, who was laughing softly with her sister.

As the game progressed, the usual chaos of a Bridgerton Pall Mall match erupted. Eloise accused Anthony of cheating, her voice rising in frustration. “Anthony, you clearly cheated! My ball wasn’t there!”

“I did not cheat!” Anthony retorted, crossing his arms defensively. “How could I?”

Eloise pointed angrily at the lawn. “Your ball was right next to mine, and now look where it is!”

The Medici sisters exchanged sly grins as they stood off to the side, watching the Bridgerton siblings argue. Their strategy was working perfectly. With each turn, the Bridgertons were becoming more distracted, allowing the sisters to move ahead unnoticed.

Meanwhile, Colin sidled up to Benedict, who was watching Caterina with a distant smile. “Your head is clearly elsewhere, brother,” Colin teased, nudging him with his elbow. “Otherwise, you never would have given me such a shot.”

Benedict sighed, his gaze lingering on Caterina, who was now in a deep conversation with Eloise. “I admit,” he said, “my thoughts are far from the game.”

Colin raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. “You fancy her, don’t you?”

Benedict let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. “I can’t stop thinking about her. It’s frustrating.”

Colin clapped him on the shoulder. “Frustrating? It sounds more like you’re in trouble, brother.”

Back on the field, the Medici sisters were edging closer to victory. They had expertly dodged every attempt to knock their balls off course, while the Bridgerton siblings continued to bicker amongst themselves. 

Their mother, watching from the terrace, exchanged a glance with Violet Bridgerton and Lady Ducker.

The soft murmur of conversation drifted across the terrace as the ladies sat comfortably under the shade of a large pergola, watching the lively game unfold in the garden below. 

Lady Marie Medici sat beside Lady Bridgerton and Lady Ducker, her expression a mix of pride and nostalgia as her eyes followed her twin daughters, Caterina and Teresa, who were now fully immersed in the chaotic fun of Pall Mall.

The game had brought out both their competitive spirits and infectious joy, and it warmed Marie’s heart to see them so carefree.

Edward’s mother, Lady Ducker, leaned in with a smile, her voice full of warmth and admiration. “Oh, I must compliment you on your daughters, Lady Medici. They are a credit to you. So poised and full of charm.”

Marie turned her head, her eyes twinkling as she glanced at her daughters. 

They were laughing with the Bridgerton siblings, their movements graceful yet determined as they played. 

“Thank you, Lady Ducker,” Marie replied, her voice soft yet touched with pride. “They are my greatest blessing indeed.”

Violet Bridgerton, always one to appreciate a well-timed remark, chuckled lightly from her seat beside Marie. “And perhaps our greatest challenge too,” she teased, exchanging a knowing look with Marie. “Especially during the marriage mart, wouldn’t you agree?”

All three women laughed at that, the sound light and easy, floating in the soft breeze. 

The season’s trials and tribulations were well-known to all of them, and there was a shared understanding of just how daunting it could be for mothers trying to secure good matches for their daughters.

Marie sighed, leaning back slightly as she looked out over the vast, beautiful grounds of Aubrey Hall. “Yes, I never imagined the season could be quite so… cutthroat,” she admitted with a wry smile. “Even in Italy, it is not quite the same. here, everything feels more intense.”

Lady Ducker nodded in agreement. “Oh, it can be quite an ordeal,” she said with a knowing look. “But your daughters are handling it beautifully, Lady Medici. They’ve already made such an impression.”

“It is kind of you to say so,” Marie replied graciously, though her tone held a hint of wistfulness. “It’s their first season here in England, and yes, our first time on English soil as well.” She paused, her gaze softening as her thoughts seemed to drift. “We needed a change… a fresh start after my husband, well passed away..”

Both Violet and Lady Ducker exchanged quiet, understanding glances, the atmosphere shifting to something more tender. 

Marie’s voice wavered slightly, but she kept her composure, her eyes still on her daughters. “It was a tough and painful time for all of us,” she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. “Especially for Caterina. She shared so much with her father. Not just his looks…” She chuckled softly, though it was laced with sorrow. “But also his spirit.”

There was a moment of silence as the other women let her words hang in the air, fully understanding the weight of what she had just shared. Grief was a familiar presence in all their lives, but it was never an easy topic to discuss.

“I quite understand,” Violet said quietly, her tone full of sympathy. 

Her gaze turned from the game below to the familiar surroundings of Aubrey Hall, the home where she had raised her eight children, the home where her own late husband’s memory was deeply embedded. “Aubrey Hall holds many such memories for me as well.”

Lady Ducker placed a gentle hand on Violet’s, her face soft with affection. “Violet, dear,” she said warmly, her tone rich with comfort.

It was clear that the bond between these women was strengthened not just by shared experiences but by their ability to support one another through their grief and their joys.

Marie smiled, though it was tinged with sadness. She understood Violet’s words deeply and felt the same sense of longing and loss. 

Aubrey Hall may have been Violet’s sanctuary of memories, but for Marie, England represented a fresh chapter.

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As the lively game of Pall Mall raged on, with Bridgerton siblings arguing and shouting at each other from every corner of the field, Lord Ducker quietly approached the Medici twins. 

Teresa and Caterina stood side by side, eyes gleaming with quiet amusement as they exchanged secretive glances. 

Their strategy had been working perfectly, and no one had even realized what they were up to.

But Edward, ever observant, was not one to be fooled so easily. 

With a sly smirk, he sidled up to the sisters, causing them both to jump slightly in surprise. 

His voice was calm but knowing as he spoke, “Was this your intention from the beginning, is it not?”

The twins exchanged a quick, guilty look, but Teresa recovered first, raising an eyebrow at Edward. “Whatever do you mean, my lord?” she asked, feigning innocence.

Edward chuckled, the knowing smile never leaving his face. “Making the Bridgerton siblings fight amongst themselves so they forget about you and leave you unhindered. Very clever, I must admit.”

Both sisters blushed faintly under the scrutiny, their earlier confidence faltering slightly under Edward’s perceptive gaze. 

Caterina bit her lip to suppress a smile, while Teresa straightened her posture, her chin lifted in quiet pride.

“Well, I suppose we can’t take full credit for that,” Teresa replied, her voice smooth, though a hint of mischief danced in her eyes. “After all, it’s not so difficult to distract them. They seem to enjoy bickering with each other quite naturally.”

Edward laughed, nodding in agreement. “True, very true. Still, I must say, I feel fortunate to have avoided your clever trap. I don’t usually play Pall Mall with the Bridgertons, so I assume I was a little more difficult to figure out, wasn’t I?”

His tone was teasing, but his smile was genuine, his dark eyes twinkling with amusement as he regarded the sisters.

Teresa gave him a polite smile, bowing her head slightly in acknowledgment. “I believe you’ve sussed us out, my lord. My congratulations.”

Caterina, who had remained quiet during the exchange, now stepped forward with a teasing glint in her eye. “It’s true, Lord Ducker. That’s exactly why we chose to play together,” she added with a chuckle. “We needed to be left alone, you see. To avoid any... hindrances.”

Teresa laughed softly, picking up on her sister’s meaning, while Edward raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Hinder whom, exactly?” he asked, his brow furrowing.

“To hinder you, of course, Lord Ducker,” Teresa said smoothly, flashing him a dazzling smile before turning away.

Before Edward could respond, Daphne’s voice rang out from across the field. “Miss Medici! It’s your turn!” She sounded slightly exasperated, likely from trying to manage her bickering siblings, who continued arguing about their balls' placement.

The twins exchanged one last amused glance before both laughed and dashed off toward their ball, leaving a bemused Edward standing there, shaking his head in disbelief.

As Caterina passed the mallet to her sister, Teresa positioned herself carefully and gave a decisive swing.

The ball connected with a loud crack, and to everyone’s surprise and delight, it soared high through the air, far beyond anyone’s expectation. The target? Lord Ducker’s ball, which flew off the field entirely, disappearing into the bushes.

The remaining players gasped in shock, but none more loudly than Edward himself, whose jaw dropped as he watched his ball vanish.

Colin, ever the enthusiastic cheerleader, clapped his hands and let out a whoop of delight. “Woo! That was amazing, Miss Medici!” he shouted, grinning widely.

Teresa flushed with victory, and smiled proudly, her eyes gleaming as she gave a small curtsy toward Colin and the rest of the group. 

Caterina, watching the scene unfold, couldn’t suppress her own laughter as she turned to face her sister.

Edward, finally regaining his composure, couldn’t help but chuckle as well, though he shot Teresa an exaggerated look of wounded pride. “You are more ruthless than I anticipated, Miss Medici.”

Teresa tilted her head, her smile turning wicked. “A necessary skill, I’m afraid, when playing a game like this. No hard feelings, I hope?”

Edward shook his head, still smiling despite his ball having been sent to oblivion. “None whatsoever. I must say, though, I am impressed. I will not underestimate you again”

Caterina, still grinning, nudged her sister playfully. “Well, sister, it seems we’ve made quite the impression.”

Teresa giggled, clearly enjoying her triumph as they both turned their attention back to the game, while Edward, with a rueful smile, prepared to fetch his lost ball.

───────── The dinner at Aubrey Hall was a lively affair, the long dining table illuminated by soft candlelight as the Bridgertons and the Medici family gathered for the evening. 

The air was filled with the scent of freshly prepared food, and the clinking of glasses and cutlery harmonized with the conversation flowing easily between the guests.

Daphne, seated next to Teresa, turned toward her with a warm smile. “Are you enjoying your time, Miss Medici?”

Teresa, whose cheeks were slightly flushed from the excitement of the day, returned the smile. “I am, very much. The buzz of the city is thrilling indeed, but I must admit that I always enjoy the peace of the country. There’s something so calming about it.”

Anthony, sitting further down the table, chuckled dryly as he leaned back in his chair. “Though I dare say, it is not quite so peaceful with my entire family in residence,” he said, casting a mock-exasperated look at his siblings.

Teresa’s eyes sparkled as she met his gaze. “I understand, my lord. While I cannot compare my family with your brothers and sisters, my sister and I were known to be quite a pair of troublemakers ourselves. So, we quite adore it as well,” she replied, her voice playful.

Edward, sitting beside Teresa, couldn’t help but smirk. “I can perfectly imagine that after today's match,” he teased, glancing at Teresa with a knowing smile.

The color in Teresa’s cheeks deepened, though she laughed softly, brushing off the compliment.

 “What about it?” Daphne asked, curious, her eyes flicking between Teresa and Edward.

Teresa chuckled, her gaze dropping to her plate before lifting again to meet Daphne’s. “Well, I think it’s time to reveal our little secret about today,” she said, casting a quick look at Caterina, who was seated opposite her.

Lord Ducker grinned, leaning forward slightly in his chair. “I must say, they were perfect in their intent. So much so that even you, Anthony, were unaware of their cunning,” he said, his tone light yet filled with admiration.

Anthony frowned slightly, his curiosity piqued. “What do you mean?”

The sisters exchanged amused glances, clearly enjoying the moment of intrigue they had created. 

Teresa, sitting tall with an air of confidence, arched an eyebrow. “I believe there’s a hint of resentment in your voice, my lord,” she said playfully.

A ripple of laughter spread around the table, and even Anthony cracked a grin. “Perhaps a little,” he admitted, shaking his head as he chuckled along with the others.

“Well, the truth is, Lord Bridgerton,” Teresa began, glancing at her sister for support, “that it was us who managed to pit you all against one another. We examined your personalities and… well, thanks to your guidance, Your Grace,” she said, nodding toward Daphne, “we were able to discern which sibling was most likely to trick the others.”

The room went still for a moment as everyone processed what she had said, and then Colin, who had been sipping his wine, nearly choked in surprise. “Wait - what?”

Caterina smiled, joining in with a glint of amusement in her eyes. “Miss Eloise, for instance,” she continued, “was far more likely to bicker with one of her older brothers, especially if she believed her ball had been tampered with. So, we made sure her ball was just slightly out of place, enough to cause suspicion but not enough to give us away.”

“And Lord Bridgerton,” Teresa added, her eyes flicking toward the viscount, “was so focused on ensuring no one else cheated that he didn’t notice his own ball had mysteriously moved further away. You were, of course, too busy defending your honor to realize what was happening.”

Daphne, listening with rapt attention, suddenly laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. “You two are far more clever than I gave you credit for,” she said, clearly impressed. “I didn’t even realize you were strategizing all along!”

Colin, who had been listening in silence, raised his eyebrows. “Wait, so you were using all of us to win? That’s brilliant.”

Caterina and Teresa exchanged a smug glance, clearly enjoying the admiration. “It was all part of the plan,” Caterina said lightly. “We observed everyone’s habits and tendencies and played accordingly.”

Almost everyone at the table was stunned by the revelation. Eloise, shaking her head in disbelief, chuckled. “I’m stunned. Did you figure it out all by yourselves?”

Violet, sitting at the far end of the table with Lady Medici and Edward’s mother, leaned in slightly, her expression one of surprise. “My goodness,” she said softly.

Marie Medici, however, didn’t seem as surprised as the others. She sighed and then chuckled fondly, shaking her head as she glanced at her daughters. “When they were younger, they were often called the ‘Daughters of Hermes,” she said with a nostalgic smile.

Benedict, who had been quietly observing the exchange from across the table, looked up, his gaze catching Caterina’s. “The god of mischief?” he asked with an amused quirk on his brow.

Caterina met his eyes, raising her glass to her lips. “Precisely,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Teresa, unable to contain her laughter, nodded in agreement. “We had quite the reputation growing up, I’m afraid,” she admitted, her voice warm with amusement.

Eloise, still marveling at the sisters’ cleverness, leaned back in her chair, her eyes wide with admiration. “It’s amazing,” she said, shaking her head. “I’ve never seen anyone manipulate my brothers quite so effectively!”

The entire table erupted into laughter, the mood light and playful as the conversation continued, filled with admiration and teasing remarks. Especially Benedict who could not stop looking at her.

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It was a bright and crisp morning at Aubrey Hall, the golden sunlight streaming through the large windows and casting warm glows across the estate. 

The sounds of birds chirping and the distant rustle of leaves in the soft breeze filled the air, signaling the start of another busy day.

Inside, the house bustled with quiet activity as the Bridgerton family and their guests began their morning routines.

Violet Bridgerton could be found in the morning room, sipping tea and quietly chatting with Lady Medici and Lady Ducker about the upcoming balls.

They spoke of fabrics and guest lists, of marriage prospects and social expectations, their voices low and measured, the easy familiarity of experienced women who had long understood the importance of such gatherings.

Daphne and Simon were enjoying the fresh air in the gardens, their quiet conversation peppered with shared laughter as they watched their sons toddling about, chasing after butterflies with wild enthusiasm.

Anthony was already dressed for the day, out on the estate grounds with Colin, discussing matters of land management, both men appearing engaged in a serious conversation, though Colin's intermittent jests broke through the formality. He was always able to lift the mood, even in discussions of responsibility.

Meanwhile, Eloise had retreated to the library, searching for a particular volume of political essays that had piqued her interest the night before. Her brow furrowed in concentration as she ran her fingers along the spines of the books, seeking distraction from the relentless talk of balls, marriage, and societal expectations that seemed to consume the household. 

And then there was Benedict, who had slipped away from the others. 

Ever the solitary artist, he found solace in the quiet corners of the house, drawn to the makeshift studio he’d set up within the estate. While others were preoccupied with the duties of the day, he had retreated to the one place where he could lose himself, where the pressures of family and society could momentarily fade.

As for Caterina Medici, she had taken to wandering the hallways that morning, her steps light and thoughtful. 

She had woken early, before the house had fully stirred to life, needing space to breathe and think. 

Aubrey Hall, with its grand corridors and quiet elegance, offered her an escape from the complexities that weighed on her heart.

It was during this quiet wander that she found herself drawn to a room she had never entered before.

The door was ajar, revealing a sliver of light that beckoned her curiosity forward. 

Pausing for a moment, she glanced over her shoulder, making sure no one had seen her before slipping quietly inside. 

The faint scent of oil paints and the musky, earthy smell of worn canvases filled the air, a stark contrast to the fresh lavender scent that drifted through the rest of the house.

The room, though cluttered with artistic remnants, exuded a serene stillness. 

Unfinished canvases leaned against the walls, their images frozen in the midst of creation, half-formed figures and landscapes that seemed to tell a story, though none were yet complete. 

Charcoal sketches covered the walls in a disorganized but somehow intentional arrangement, capturing fleeting moments and emotions in rough, bold strokes. 

Caterina’s gaze flitted over each of them, drawn in by the raw emotion embedded within the lines.

Her fingers grazed one of the pinned sketches, the rough texture of the paper grounding her. 

It reminded her of the days spent in her father’s studio, her hands smudged with charcoal as he taught her how to capture the essence of a subject with just a few strokes.

The thought of him lingered like a ghost in the room, unspoken yet present in every detail around her.

As she continued to explore, her eyes were drawn to a particular canvas in the corner, its colors muted yet striking. 

Something about it called to her. It was a portrait of a woman, but her face was incomplete. 

The strokes that formed her features were delicate, almost hesitant as if the artist had been unsure whether to commit fully to her image. 

But it was the eyes, those partially painted, haunting eyes, that held Caterina captive. 

Though unfinished, they seemed to look right through her, and for a moment, she felt as though the woman in the painting was a reflection of herself, half-formed, caught between worlds, unsure of where she truly belonged.

Her hand hovered over the canvas, her fingertips barely grazing the surface of the drying paint. 

The warmth of the room seemed to wrap around her, and she found herself lost in thought. A bittersweet smile tugged at her lips, but it was tinged with the sharp edge of loss.

Just as she was about to turn away, a voice cut through the stillness, shattering the fragile moment of reverie.

"It's still unfinished," came the quiet, familiar voice of Benedict Bridgerton. 

Caterina jumped, her hand retracting from the canvas as though she had been caught doing something forbidden. 

She turned to face him, her eyes wide with surprise and a flicker of embarrassment. 

Benedict stood by the door, his presence calm but unmistakable, as if he had been observing her for longer than she realized.

"Mr. Bridgerton," she stammered, struggling to regain her composure. "I—I hadn’t realized, anyone was here. I—"

Benedict's lips curved into a gentle smile, one that was neither mocking nor accusatory.

"There's nothing to apologize for," he reassured her, stepping further into the room. "I often forget this place exists myself. It’s easy to get lost in it, isn’t it?"

Caterina’s heart raced, not just from the surprise of being caught but from the intimacy of the moment. 

Something about the way he looked at her made her feel vulnerable, as though he could see the thoughts she had tried so hard to hide. She took a deep breath, her eyes drifting back to the unfinished painting. "So you paint too…" 

"I do," he admitted, his gaze following hers to the canvas. "Though recently, it seems I have more unfinished pieces than completed ones. But it’s a passion I can't seem to let go of. you?" he asked, his voice gentle. "Do you paint?" in hoping, this time, for a response.

For a moment, Caterina hesitated. She hadn’t openly spoken about her love for art in years, not since her father passed. 

The words felt foreign on her tongue as she nodded. "I used to… paint and draw," she admitted softly. "It was my greatest passion."

Benedict’s curiosity deepened. He could hear the weight behind her words, the unspoken story that lay between them. "Why did you stop?"

The question hit her harder than she expected, and for a moment, Caterina was silent, the memories pressing down on her. 

When she finally spoke, her voice was quieter, tinged with sorrow. "My father, as you heard at the exhibition, was an artist as well.  He passed on his passion for art to me… but when he passed away, years ago, it felt like my love for painting died with him." 

She paused, her eyes glistening slightly as she glanced up at Benedict. "It felt like my love died with him. I couldn’t bring myself to pick up a brush after that."

Memories of her father, of the countless afternoons they’d spent in his studio, the way his hands moved so fluidly over the canvas, teaching her how to see the world through color and light. It felt like a lifetime ago. 

When he had passed, too hard was her desire to create. She hadn’t picked up a brush since.

Benedict’s expression softened, genuine sorrow in his voice. "I’m so sorry… about your father."

Caterina smiled, but it was tinged with sadness. "It’s been a long time, It doesn’t hurt as much as was before" she murmured, her fingers absentmindedly trailing near the painting’s edge again. "But sometimes… sometimes it’s as if I see him in every painting I look at."

Benedict’s gaze softened, his expression one of genuine empathy, and watched her closely, his mind turning over her words. 

There was something about her, the way she carried her grief, the way she guarded herself so fiercely, that both intrigued and moved him. 

For a long moment, they stood in silence, the unfinished paintings surrounding them like silent witnesses to their conversation.

Caterina could feel the vulnerability in the air between them, the shared understanding of loss and creativity, and it unnerved her. 

She wasn’t used to revealing so much of herself, especially to someone she had only just begun to know.

"O god, I don’t know why I told you all this," she said abruptly, her tone shifting as she pulled herself back behind the walls she had so carefully built. "It was inappropriate of me. You must excuse me."

Without waiting for his response, she turned and moved quickly toward the door, her movements graceful but hurried, as if she needed to escape before she revealed any more of her.

Benedict remained where he stood, watching her retreat.

He didn’t try to stop her, though part of him wanted to. 

As the door clicked shut behind her, he turned back to the unfinished painting, his thoughts lingering on her words, on the sorrow that seemed to haunt her eyes.

There was something about her that he couldn’t quite put into words, a complexity, a depth of feeling that resonated with him in a way he hadn’t expected. 

She was like one of his paintings, half-finished, a mystery waiting to be unraveled. 

And as he stared at the canvas before him, he realized with a start that the woman in the painting, the one with the haunting, unfinished eyes, looked startlingly like her.

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The rest of the day at Aubrey Hall unfolded like the delicate pages of a novel, each scene filled with small interactions and moments that brought the family and their guests closer together. 

After a morning of quiet pursuits, the day slowly shifted into an afternoon of lively company and playful activities.

In the late morning, Violet suggested a light stroll through the gardens, encouraging the women to take in the fresh air before luncheon. 

The afternoon was spent leisurely, with some guests opting for quiet pursuits while others engaged in lighthearted games or conversation.

Eloise had retreated once again to the library, where she sat, books in hand.

In the drawing room, Daphne and Simon entertained their children, with Teresa and Lord Ducker joining them to play with the toddlers. Teresa watched him carefully, taking note of the gentle way he interacted with the children. 

The scene only solidified the feelings growing within her.

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The dining room at Aubrey Hall was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight as the Medici family sat down with the Bridgertons for dinner. 

The long table, adorned with fine china and silverware, was set impeccably, the rich aromas of roasted meats and seasonal vegetables filling the air. 

The chatter of conversation rose as the family members began to exchange pleasantries, but amidst the warmth and lively atmosphere, Caterina felt a knot of tension tightening in her chest.

Seated directly across from Benedict, she could feel his presence even without looking at him. 

Every time he spoke, her ears seemed to prick up, her pulse quickening. 

She was acutely aware of how their conversation from that morning in the studio hung between them like an unspoken weight. 

The vulnerability she had exposed, telling him about, her feelings, her confession, made her feel exposed in ways she had never anticipated. 

Now, beneath the watchful eyes of both families, she was doing everything in her power to avoid his gaze.

Teresa, seated beside her, seemed oblivious to her sister’s inner turmoil. 

She was in lively conversation with Lord Ducker, their easy laughter mingling with the conversation of the others. 

Lady Violet spoke warmly with Lady Medici and Lady Ducker, discussing family and the countryside, while Colin and Anthony debated something jovial about the hunting season.

Caterina, on the other hand, found herself barely able to focus on the food in front of her. 

She picked at the delicate portions on her plate, her eyes steadfastly avoiding the direction of Benedict, who was seated a few chairs down. 

Once or twice, she caught herself glancing in his direction, only to quickly avert her gaze when she saw him looking back.

Benedict, for his part, seemed equally distracted. 

Though he participated in the conversation, his eyes kept straying toward Caterina, studying her in the flickering light of the candles. 

There was a quiet intensity in his gaze, something that made her heart skip when she could feel him watching her.

At one point, Eloise, seated nearby, seemed to notice the tension. "Miss Caterina, are you enjoying your time at Aubrey Hall?" Eloise asked, her bright voice breaking through Caterina’s haze of thoughts.

Caterina forced a smile, grateful for the distraction. "Yes, very much so. It’s a beautiful estate, and the hospitality has been wonderful."

Eloise, always observant, seemed to sense there was something more but didn’t press. 

Instead, she turned the conversation back to a lighter topic, involving Hyacinth and Gregory in a humorous exchange that earned a ripple of laughter from around the table.

Despite the pleasant atmosphere, Caterina’s mind remained on Benedict, and the words they had shared that morning.

His silence afterward had left her unsure, and now the uncertainty gnawed at her. She wished she could simply enjoy the evening, but with Benedict so near, every stolen glance sent her mind reeling back to their conversation in the studio.

As the courses continued and the evening unfolded, Caterina’s resolve to keep her distance weakened.

 She wondered if there would ever be a moment where she could face him without feeling the weight of her own vulnerability, or if the dinner would pass with this tension left unresolved.

Her hands tightened slightly around her napkin, reminding herself to focus on the present, to stay composed despite the whirlwind inside her. 

But even as she tried to remain steady, she couldn’t help but wonder what Benedict was thinking and whether the silence between them could last much longer.

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Caterina and Teresa shared a room at Aubrey Hall, the soft glow of the moon filtering in through the large windows, casting gentle shadows across the room. The house was quiet now, the day's activities finally settling into the background. 

But sleep seemed far from the minds of the Medici sisters.

Caterina lay sprawled on her bed, her head dangling off the edge, her long hair spilling onto the floor. 

“You know what could help me sleep?” she asked, her voice lilting with mischief, a glimmer of amusement lighting her green eyes.

Across the room, Teresa sat at the vanity, brushing her hair before bed.

She paused and turned toward her sister, a playful smirk on her lips. “Why do I have the distinct impression that you’re plotting something? And that I will, as usual, be dragged into it?” she teased her tone light, but her eyes were filled with excitement.

“Maybe because we’re twins, and you know me too well,” Caterina replied, sitting up and smoothing her nightgown. She grinned at her sister, her mind already racing with ideas.

Teresa put down her brush and turned fully in her chair, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. “I had no doubts you were scheming. Speak, sister.”

Caterina’s grin widened, her mischievous nature fully on display. “Well, I may have overheard where the kitchen is…” she began, her voice low and conspiratorial.

“And?” Teresa asked her curiosity now fully piqued as she leaned forward in her chair.

“And where they keep the exquisite whisky we had tonight.” Caterina finished, her grin growing as the two sisters exchanged a knowing look, both of them practically vibrating with excitement at the prospect.

Within moments, the sisters were creeping down the grand staircase of Aubrey Hall, their bare feet making barely a sound on the polished wood. 

Caterina led the way, her hand wrapped around Teresa’s wrist as they stifled giggles. “This way,” Caterina whispered, peeking around the corner to make sure the coast was clear.

“I missed doing this,” Teresa whispered back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “It’s been too long since we snuck around like this.”

“Tess, we do this all the time at the Langston's house!” Caterina reminded her, her voice barely above a whisper as they made their way through the hallway.

“Yes, but that was family. This is different. This is Bridgerton’s house,” Teresa replied, her smile widening as the thrill of sneaking around in someone else’s home, especially one as grand as this, only added to the excitement.

They made their way down another hallway when suddenly, the sound of muffled laughter and the faint clinking of glasses made them freeze. 

The sisters exchanged a quick glance before they crept toward the source of the noise. 

They reached the door, which was slightly ajar, and peered inside, holding their breath to avoid making any sound. 

“Who’s still awake at this hour?” Teresa whispered, her eyes wide with surprise.

Caterina shrugged, motioning for her sister to be quiet as they continued eavesdropping from either side of the door.

The room beyond was a billiards room, and inside, the Bridgerton brothers, Anthony, Benedict, and Colin, along with their cousin, Lord Edward Ducker, were gathered around the table, the sound of billiard balls clacking together filling the room.

Inside, the men were laughing and exchanging jests, their conversation seemingly lighthearted until Anthony’s voice cut through the noise. 

“And what about the twins that are our guests, cousin?” Anthony asked, his tone casual but laced with curiosity. “Which one caught your attention?”

Teresa and Caterina looked at each other, their eyes widening in surprise. They could feel their hearts pounding as they listened more intently.

“It’s clearly the sweetest one, brother,” Colin said with a laugh, and the men burst into laughter once again.

“Stop laughing at me!” Edward chuckled. “you all already know the answer.” There was a pause, followed by more laughter.

“Miss Teresa Medici caught my eye from the very first moment,” Edward admitted, his voice softer but filled with certainty.

Caterina’s mouth dropped open, and Teresa’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson as they both stared at each other in shock. 

Teresa brought a hand to her mouth, her breath catching as the reality of Edward’s confession hit her.

“And you, brother?” Colin’s voice rang out again, his teasing tone directed at Benedict. “You seem to have taken a liking to the other sister. You couldn’t keep your eyes off her today or any other day before today. May I say that she’s beyond your abilities? Too beautiful and too clever, even for you.”

“She seems to have a certain temper too,” said Anthony  “A very attractive minx I may add,” added Colin laughing. again “with those malicious eyes”

There was a round of laughter, but Teresa could see Caterina’s face tighten, her mouth pressed into a thin line.

Benedict’s voice, normally so lighthearted, was stern when he spoke. “That’s enough, I don’t like the way you’re speaking,” he said sharply, cutting through the room's joviality.

There was a moment of silence, followed by Anthony’s surprised exclamation. “Benedict Bridgerton, this is not like you! You’ve always adored such talk,” Anthony teased, though his voice was filled with confusion.

“I think our brother is starting to develop an affection for the naughty twin,” Colin added with a laugh, clearly enjoying himself.

The sisters stifled their giggles, trying desperately not to make any noise.

“Oh, he doesn’t,” Anthony said, his tone suddenly mischievous. “He’s still visiting the modiste regularly, or perhaps he’s taken a fancy to one of his models again.”

Caterina’s cheeks burned with embarrassment, and Teresa whispered something to her sister that was drowned out by the men’s continued laughter. 

Realizing they were about to be discovered, Teresa gestured for them to move. 

Caterina nodded quickly, and the two of them crept away from the door, their hands covering their mouths to stifle their laughter.

Once safely inside the kitchen, they let out a breath they hadn’t realized they’d been holding. 

The sisters burst into laughter, their hands clutching their sides as they tried to catch their breath.

“Oh. My. God! Tess, you’re going to get married!” Caterina exclaimed, holding a bottle of whisky she had snatched from the pantry. Her face was flushed with excitement as she poured herself a glass.

Teresa, still laughing, took a swig from another bottle she had grabbed. “I can’t believe we actually had the chance to listen to them talking about us!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with disbelief.

Caterina nodded as she downed her drink. “So… will you accept him?” she asked, her eyebrow raised as she leaned against the kitchen table, swirling the whisky in her glass.

Teresa’s face softened, and she smiled as she paced the kitchen. “I think I will. I really like him, Kitty. Everything I’ve told you about him over these past days has only grown stronger,” she said, her eyes glowing with happiness. “Do you think I’m in love?” she asked, looking over at her sister with wide eyes.

Caterina laughed, shaking her head. “Why are you asking me that? I’m not the expert on love.”

Teresa sighed, taking another sip. “I am. I’m in love, Kitty. I love Lord Edward Ducker!” she declared, her voice almost giddy as she lifted her bottle and glass in a triumphant toast. 

Caterina laughed and joined her, both of them cheering as they clinked their glasses together.

“But what about you, sister?” Teresa asked, her words starting to slur from the alcohol. “Didn’t you hear what Benedict said about you?”

Caterina rolled her eyes, not as far gone as her sister. “He didn’t say anything. It was just assumptions made by his brothers,” she said, trying to downplay the moment as she took her sister’s arm.

They both laughed again, the alcohol making them feel carefree and light as they began to sing drunkenly, recalling old songs from their childhood.

By the time they reached the stairs, they were barely able to hold back their laughter. 

Caterina nearly tripped as they ascended, and Teresa had to pull her up to keep her from falling.

“Do you remember the fairy tale we used to perform?” Teresa asked, her eyes shining with nostalgia as they reached their room.

Caterina grinned, nodding as she flopped onto her bed. “The one about the dumb prince?”

Teresa jumped excitedly. “Yes! That one!” she exclaimed.

And so, the night continued with the two sisters reenacting their favorite childhood tales, laughing and playing well into the early hours of the morning. 

[rawiswhore]

Various Actors, Professional Wrestlers, Porn Stars x Fem Reader- "Swimming Pools"

This fanfiction may contain material things may find problematic, but viewer discretion is advised...

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You've had this sexual fantasy of being at a local community swimming pool, and the men at this swimming pool are Don Johnson in the early 1970's when he looked like this:

Even though Don Johnson looked sexy AF during the late 1980's when he had long hair, he also looked sexy AF in the early 1970's before he was famous, and in the early 1970's he looked like a teenager despite that he was a grown man.

Bubba Higgins from "Mama's Family" during the late 1980's when he looks like this:

Eric Stoltz when he looks like this:

Or maybe even how he looks in the film "Fast Times At Ridgemont High".

John Ritter in his "Three's Company" days when he looks like this:

Leigh McCloskey in the film "Alexander: The Other Side of Dawn" when he looks like this:

Wrestler Jerry Lynn in the early 1990's when he looked like this or when he first joined ECW:

Some of the other men at this swimming pool include Jeff Hardy at the beginning of 1997, Christian Cage in the late 1990's and the year 2000 when he had long blond hair, 90's and 2000's Chris Jericho when he has long hair and no facial hair, Bill Paxton in the "Tales from the Crypt" episode "People Who Live in Brass Hearses", late 1990's Shawn Michaels (specifically Shawn in 1997/1996), Triple H at the end of 1997/beginning of 1998 or even during his 90's blueblood Hunter Hearst Helmsley days, Nova from ECW in the late 1990's or even in 2001/2002, Brian Pillman in 1996, Raven during his ECW and WCW days, Leif Cassidy in 1996 (before he grew that handlebar moustache at the end of the year), Tommy Rogers either during his Fantastics days at the end of 1988 or during his ECW run in the late 90's (he looks better during his Fantastics days), Rob Van Dam either during his ECW and WWE/F days in the 90's and early 2000's or RVD during his Robbie V days in WCW in 1993, Razor Ramon/Scott Hall, wrestler Sam Houston in the 1990's, wrestler Wayne Bloom in the early 1990's, 90's MTV VJ John Sencio in 1994 or even in 1998 when he was on the short lived sitcom "The Army Show", Richard Tyson in "Three O'Clock High" and WCW wrestler Jim Powers.

Other men in this fantasy are male porn stars Biff Malibu, Gerry Pike, Jay Serling in the 1980's when he doesn't have facial hair and Shawn Ricks in the 2001 porn movie "Babewatch 4", Vince Van Patten on "Baywatch", John Bender in "the Breakfast Club", Thomas Haden Church in the 90's when he has long hair and looks like this:

And maybe even Mark Hamill in the film "Corvette Summer".

In this fantasy, Don Johnson in the early 1970's, Jeff Hardy at the beginning of 1997, Christian Cage when he had long hair, Raven in ECW and WCW, Leif Cassidy in 1996, Robbie V from WCW, Chris Jericho, Jerry Lynn in the early 90's, Eric Stoltz and maybe even Nova in his ECW days are meant to be teenage boys even though all of these aforementioned men are grown men.

Bubba Higgins on "Mama's Family", John Bender in "The Breakfast Club" and Richard Tyson in "Three O'Clock High" were teenagers even though they were played by grown men.

You are not a sexual predator or pedophile, all of the men in this fantasy were grown legal men even if some of them were playing teens.

The rest of the listed men in this fantasy are grown men playing grown men.

At this swimming pool, some of these men are lounging in pool chairs, whereas some of the boys like Don Johnson in the early 1970's, Bubba Higgins and Jeff Hardy are inside the swimming pool splashing about.

Some of the men in this fantasy are also lifeguards sitting in chairs.

Shawn Michaels, Triple H/Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Jeff Hardy, Christian Cage, Leif Cassidy, Chris Jericho, Nova from ECW, Tommy Rogers, Wayne Bloom, John Sencio, Biff Malibu, and Gerry Pike all have their long hair hanging down in this fantasy, although all of these men in this fantasy have their long hair hanging down except for Jim Powers.

You walked this community swimming pool wearing a rather skimpy pink bikini, like the bikini Susanna Hoffs wears on the poster for the movie "The All-Nighters".

When you step further into the swimming pool but not taking a dip into the swimming pool yet, just about all of the males' eyes were all on you.

Their heads turned and their eyes were all on you.

Some of the men in this fantasy lounging in pool chairs were smiling from ear to ear hollering at you and giving you those "wolf whistles" as they're called.

Teenage boys are infamously horny, and these teen boys eyes were focused on you where their eyes were studying your body up and down while their mouths grinned and erections were forming under their shorts.

They were no longer playing and splashing around in this pool but instead looking at you.

You didn't mind these men and boys staring and leering at you, in fact, you specifically wanted them all to look at you.

With a grin on your face, you stood there and would turn your body to show yourself off to all of these men and boys to leer at you.

"This little bikini top can barely cover my breasts" you stated loud enough for all of these men at this pool to hear, your eyes staring at one of your breasts saying that.

You said that to sexually arouse these men.

Later on in this fantasy, you got into this swimming pool, where you stood in front of these men playing teenage boys like Don Johnson, Jeff Hardy, Christian Cage, Raven, Chris Jericho, Eric Stoltz, Leif Cassidy, Bubba Higgins from "Mama's Family", John Bender from "The Breakfast Club", Robbie V from WCW and Leigh McCloskey.

They were all smiling and eager standing in front of you, and you lowered your chest down until the pool's water was above your breasts.

As the water was above your tits, your hands reached behind your back and untied the back of your bikini top, where you pulled your top off of your chest and let your breasts soak under the cold water.

The boys noticed your barenaked breasts under the water and pointed at them, where they smiled from ear to ear and got excited.

They'd probably cum in the swimming pool.

After your breasts were dampened by this cold water, you raised your body up until your barenaked tits were above the water, where you were showing your barenaked tits off to these men.

Your breasts were now wet and your nipples were erect from the cold water.

These boys cheered seeing your barenaked breasts and soon the rest of these men in the pool's eyes were glued to your tits.

Some of the men were cheering for your breasts out exposed.

You stood there topless with a wicked grin on your face showing off.

These boys were getting horny when you walked next to the pool and showed yourself off, but they were getting hornier when they saw your bare, wet breasts.

They weren't the only ones getting horny, so were the rest of these men at the swimming pool.

If you could, you'd ask these boys to dunk their heads under the pool's water and you'd sink down under the water as well, where you'd flash your barenaked breasts to them.

However, these boys aren't wearing swimming goggles, and when people open their eyes when they're underwater and don't wear goggles, their vision looks foggy.

Although, this is a fantasy.

Plus, you want some of these men lounging by the pool and lifeguards to look at your barenaked breasts too.

"I just love how cool and cold this pool is" you stated to these boys, "Feels good to swim in cold water during a hot day"

You were referring to this because the cold water is making your nipples erect.

"Y'know, boys can walk around shirtless, but girls can't" you added, saying that as an excuse to show off your barenaked breasts.

Meanwhile, these boys standing in front of you wouldn't take their eyes off of your breasts and all of them were smiling, some of their hands wanted to reach out and touch them.

They can look and they can touch.

Heh, you could've entered this swimming pool wearing a white T-shirt with a bikini bottom but no bikini top under your shirt, where you would've soaked yourself into the pool and your breasts and nipples are seen under your top after you've taken a dip, where you would've shown off your breasts to all of these men and boys without even raising and pulling your shirt up.

This fantasy could also take place at a summer camp, where these boys are all attending a summer camp and these men are camp counselors, and before these boys go swimming, you approach them wearing a bikini, where you show your body off to these men and boys while they all gaze happily with their eyes reading your body.

This fantasy almost did take place at a summer camp, but I decided on a swimming pool instead.

You could've included wrestlers like the Young Bucks in the 2010's and Dean Ambrose during his WWE days, but you had this fantasy in the late 1990's and early 2000's.

There's other men---mainly professional wrestlers---you could add to this fantasy.

You can't decide if Triple H at the end of 1997 and beginning of 1998, Nova from ECW and John Ritter in his "Three's Company" heyday looks underage.

[bitchylandtyphoon]

A Little Help pt.3

Word count : 1658 Pairing: Paxton Hall-Yoshida x Reader Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/bitchylandtyphoon/657628055677894656/a-little-help?source=share Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/bitchylandtyphoon/670697142064758785/a-little-help-part-2?source=share —----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Paxton couldn’t stop thinking about the night that was just so teasing and unforgettable…No, not the night he screwed that one hot chick in the back of his lovely car in the tenth grade, but the night when he never smiled harder with anyone else. The night with Y/N. Paxton was known for being a player who didn't want the real deal.  Considering the one time he wanted a serious thing, he got played. He didn't care what people called him, he embraced it and used it to his own advantage. He was living a pleasurable life. But he just couldn't forget about the kiss, it wasn’t even on the lips! He didn't know why he felt so attracted to Y/N, whether its how kind and fun of a person they are, or their willingness to help him with school, or the way their hair flowed in the wind, or the way their skin felt against Paxton's hands and lips. He just couldn't admit how much they were toying with that heart of his, even though the time they spent together was always fun, the last thing he wanted was to get hurt. —----------------------------------------------------------------------------

While lying on your bed, you waited for Paxton to reply to your texts. You felt like you had done something wrong that night. Did he not like it? Was he uncomfortable? Did you smell? OMG, does he hate you now?? Whatever was going on, it wasn’t going well. You guys knew that a study date was coming up since he had a huge test on Friday. Maybe he didn't need you anymore?...No, Paxton wouldn’t stoop that low, plus you were his sister's good friend, he wouldn't hurt you, right? You grabbed your raincoat, telling your mother you’d be going on a walk as you headed out the door. It was a little gloomy, and you could tell it was going to rain, but you're not letting some boy ignore you after all you’ve done for him. —---------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Hi, Mrs.Yoshida, I was just wondering if it would be alright to talk to Paxton?” You asked as you tried to cover yourself from the rain that started getting your clothes wet. “Oh hi Y/N! Come inside, come inside!” She dragged you in and led you to the couch “Stay here for a second. I’ll be right back.” “Alright.” You were glad someone in this household cared about your well-being, plus a place to relax and sit was what you needed after that rain. “Here you go, I had some tea left and figured you should have some after being in the rain! You really need to be careful, Y/N, you might get a cold!” Mrs. Paxton spoke as she brought a mug of hot tea and a large blanket. “Thank you so much, but it’s quite alright.” You hugged the blanket, pulling the heat in more “So where exactly is Paxton?” You asked as you sipped your drink. “Um, I'm not quite sure. Hehe, I think he went out with Trent to go fishing or something, but I’m sure it’ll take him a while to come back home.” Mrs. Yoshida answered that she had combed her fingers through her hair. “Oh, alright.” You thought Paxton wouldn’t be the type to fish. “They should've checked the weather, even though it doesn't seem like the best time to go fishing. But they’re grown men, and I’m sure they’ll be just fine! ” You could see right through this woman; she was definitely hiding something. At least you know where Paxton got his lying “skills”. “So, Y/N, how’s school going? Did you join the play this year? I heard you were good on stage! HAHA, Rebecca really does love talking about you... ” You sipped on your drink as she rambled on and on. Something was wrong, and you only came to see Paxton. The best option was honestly to leave, and you weren't the only one thinking that. *THUMP* You turned your head towards the door leading to the garage, and looking at the door, you saw movement and light. You casually looked at Mrs. Yoshida, who seemed even more nervous and red. “What was that? “OH I'm sure it's nothing. I think it’s time you go now actually, it's getting quite late. And you do need to walk back anyways.” You groaned inside, knowing that the rain was pouring harder than ever. You didn’t want to give up the warm tea and blanket yet. “Alrighty then, I guess I’ll see you soon, Mrs. Paxton.” As you were pushed outside, a quick bye was said before the door closed in your face. face. Well, that wasn’t weird at all.” Covering your head, you stepped into the dark night with heavy rain. *THUMP* Once again, you heard the bumping noise from the garage. You stopped as your ears perked at the noise. “Should I do it Y/N?” You hated making bad decisions. “It's ok, I’ll be sneaky.” You carefully tip-toed to the garage door, trying to look through the door window. You grabbed a soggy cardboard box and put it in front of the garage door, stepping cautiously. —----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Why was Paxton ignoring Y/N? He didn't even know why. They didn't even do anything wrong, he was just being a drama queen. Even if he got hurt, she was just a friend. Mmm, Paxton, are you okay, baby?” “*Sigh*, I'm alright, don’t worry about it, just do me a favour and kiss me, okay?” He smirked and leaned in. Oh, Paxton, you’re such a flirt.” *CRASH* Paxton and the girls’ heads quickly turned to the door, and an eerie feeling came from outside as it was dark. “What was that?” “Stay here; I'll go look.” Paxton moved the girl off his lap and went to open the door. Just to find the last thing he wanted to see.

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Of course, of course, of course. Of course, this would happen; of course, he would use you and play with you, just to go kiss some other girl. Of course, you would fall for him and think you had a chance with him. Of course, he breaks your heart. Did you really expect him to like you? Of course he would go for her, and not you. You were in the wet mud, and your pants were soaked. Your head was filled with shock and distress. You got up quickly, kicking the box away and trying your hardest to navigate your way through the dark. Walking fast and not looking back to see if he came out. Your heart was racing, and your head was pounding louder than the thunderstorms you heard. “Y/N!! Wait!!” A voice called from behind you. You didn't turn back; you couldn't turn back, so you kept walking. “Come on, Y/N, get out of here, you stupid dummy.” “Y/N!!” Did it really have to hurt this much? Why does he have to bother you and break your heart? Why does he have such an impact on how you feel? You only talked to him for a while, and It was solely for tutoring purposes. You blamed yourself for liking him; you thought about the number of times you could have stopped yourself from showing some sort of crush on him, you wished you could just erase it all and delete every moment you shared with him. “Y/N!!” You felt a hand grab your wrist, halting you. —---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fuck Paxton, what were you thinking? Now look at what you did. Paxton didn’t know what he was thinking, and that's his problem; he just doesn't think. And he messed up like he always does. Running out the door, he didn't think twice about getting a jacket; he just knew he had to get to you before anything bad happened. "Paxton…what’s up?” “Are you spying on us?” Paxton asked, startling you. “What? Why would you think-” “That was a low move, Y/N, what’s your problem?” “I swear I wasn’t, I was just walking. ” Why are you getting mad, Paxton? it’s not even her fault, stop overreacting for fuck's sake. " Don’t even try to lie, you’re the only one walking out here. I knew you were weird, but I didn’t know you were this weird. Why the fuck are you such a creep? I should've never let you hang out with Rebecca. Stay away from us.” What.The.Hell.Paxton. Why are you saying this stuff? What did they do to you? All they did was help you. Why are you yelling at them? It’s your fault, not theirs. —---------------------------------------------------------------------------- You looked at Paxton in shock, did he not realize what he was doing? You felt your eyes starting to burn. You knew you would get hurt from this, and you knew he would pull a stupid stunt like this. You knew it, and you could have done something about it. You pulled your hand back from his grip. *SLAP* “I'll fucking leave you alone if you want;, all you had to do was say so.” Turning around, you walked away from Paxton. You didn't know what happened, but you knew that this would be the last of you two talking, and you'd make sure of it. —---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Paxton felt the sting on his face being soothed by the cold rain. He touched his cheek, taking in what had happened. “Paxton BABY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” He heard a voice say from behind, coming closer,  “Omg, who was that creep? Come inside, baby. You’re fucking wet, Jesus Christ.” “Leave.” “What? babe??” “I said leave. ” “Ugh, what a fucking prick.” Walking back to his couch, he sat on it, rethinking what had happened. I'll fucking leave you alone if you want; all you had to do was say so.

God, Y/N, you did not deserve that. He dropped his soaked head into his hands, wincing as he felt his cheek sting. He deserved that. 

@lucy-loaf @marimarvelfan @exonct07 @wreslingaddicttt

[timmyholland]

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Cuddles

Ethan Morales x reader

a/n: I know I said that the Jasper one was gonna be out tonight but idk what came over me. The past hour has just been a blur of writing this, I started writing something that was stuck in my head and I just couldn't stop...

Most people would say it’s cliche that I’m dating Ethan Morales, considering I’m known for being a “good girl” as he would say. To that I say you have no idea who the real Ethan is, when he drops his bad boy persona and actually lets his guard down. When it’s just us he can actually be pretty sweet, his favorite thing is definitely cuddling. Sure, he can make me want to punch him sometimes when he gets detention again but everyone has flaws okay (at least that’s what I tell my mother when she complains about him). Back to what I was saying, Ethan is completely different when his friends aren’t around. 

For example, his friends were over a few hours ago for some group project, (which me and Devi basically had to do by ourselves) and not even ten minutes after they left he was sprawled out on top of me, his head tucked by my neck and his arms wrapped around my waist. It’s been at least two hours since they left and he still hasn’t moved, and I really need to pee.

“Baby,” I whispered, “can you get up”

“No” He mumbled, tightening his grip around my waist.

“I need to pee” I whined, attempting to squirm out of his arms. He grumbled but reluctantly let me up, mumbling something about me needing to hurry.

I quickly finished my business and checked how I looked in the mirror. God, boyfriend air was definitely a thing. After I fixed my hair and threw on some chapstick I headed back out towards the couch Ethan was still sitting on. 

“Took you long enough,” He sighed when I sat back down, moving to lay on my chest.

“I was gone for not even five minutes,” I said, raking my fingers through his fluffy brown hair.

“Five minutes too long,” He mumbled, humming at the feeling of my fingers in his hair.

We stayed like that for hours, both falling asleep fairly quickly. Like I said, he is a completely different Ethan than most people know.

[gredandforgeweatherby]

Forget About Him

Ben Gross x reader

WC: 858 Warnings: Swearing? Takes place during the dance in 2x10. Reader has envious/jealous feelings towards Devi, but no Devi hate

Ben was walking through the hall when he heard a sniffle. Confused, he poked his head into the nearby classrooms before finally spotting you in one. You were sitting at a random desk, dress flowing uncomfortably around your body in the same space between the table and your body. Your makeup had tear tracks through it, your mascara running down slightly with the tears that stained your face. Your face was warm and a bit splotchy from crying, your nose red.

If you had been in a more normal state of mind, you would have been upset that the person who found you was Ben. You and Ben had a slightly complicated relationship, sometimes being friendly while other times it seemed the two of you couldn’t hate each other more. It was different from him and Devi’s relationship; their relationship thrived on academic rivalry and one upping each other with insults. It seemed like when you and Ben were in a hate stage, you two genuinely hated each other. Though, the hate was one sided on your part, but you didn’t know that.

Ben slowly walked into the class, cautious of the fact that you could start yelling at him for talking to you while you were in this state.

“Y/n?” He asked cautiously. You looked up, confused as to why Ben was here as you weren’t expecting him. “What’s going on? What happened?” He walked over to you, sitting in the desk next to you, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Nothing, it’s stupid.” You said, looking away, “You’ll probably laugh at and insult me so.”

Ben was hurt that you’d think he would make fun of something that was making you so upset, but as he always played along with your “I hate you game”, he understood why you’d think that.

“Y/n, I’m not gonna laugh at you, or-or insult you.” He said gently, making you look back to him, “Seriously, what’s going on?”

You took a deep breath before speaking. “I got played. You know, I thought that someone wanted me when they didn’t and it sucks.”

Ben nodded, knowing how that felt. He decided to tell you about his experience to try and make you feel better about your own.

“Well, uh, I’ve been played too. Yeah you know, Devi played Paxton and I at the same time so, I know how you feel. And you’re right, it does suck.”

“Yeah I knew about that,” You said, nodding your head, “I’m sorry she did that. It’s shitty.”

Ben agreed with you, nodding his head when a quiet “yeah” slipped past his lips.

“I thought he liked me. He said he did so much and always would make me feel so… wanted and then he ditched me for someone else.”

“Look, whoever it is and whoever they ditched your for, forget about them alright?”

“It was Paxton. He ditched me for Devi, after he told me he wasn’t interested in Devi. She double times him and he wants her, I mean what does she have that I don’t?”

“Nothing y/n,” Ben shook his head, leaning his elbows on his legs to get closer to you, “there is nothing that Devi has that you don’t. You’re beautiful and smart and funny and really witty, trust me I’d know. Paxton played you and yeah, it sucks and it hurts, I know, but don’t think that it happened because of you. It’s his loss y/n, seriously.”

You looked over at Ben, sniffling. He was right, and somewhere in you you knew it.

“Thanks Ben. You actually made me feel a lot better.” A laugh slipped past your lips.

Ben chuckled too, “Yeah I often have that effect on people.” He said, smiling.

“You know if I had found you in this position I probably would have made fun of you. It wouldn’t be every day you see Ben Gross crying during a dance, so.”

He laughed, looking down for a second before meeting your eyes again. “I know.”

“But I’m glad you kept your word and didn’t make fun of me. It means a lot.”

“Of course.” He nodded. Suddenly he stood up, placing his hand out to you. “Come on.”

You stared at him questioningly.

“We are gonna clean your makeup up and then we’re going back to the dance, and you are going to forget all about Paxton and Devi and anything else that would make you upset, and you are going to have a great time. Maybe you’ll even save a dance for me.” He smiled at you.

You couldn’t hold back your smile as you stood, grabbing his hand.

He led you to the bathroom and waited outside while you tried to salvage your makeup through your tears, then walked back to the dance with you.

You and Ben danced all night together, getting along better than anyone had ever seen. That was the first night you began looking at Ben Gross in a different light, the first night he gave you butterflies. Ben, on the other hand, savored that night, not knowing how long the bliss between the two of you would last.

Good thing for him, that bliss never seemed to go away.

[ethanmorales]

Misconceptions

All Parts Now Posted - Masterlist

Part 1 - Ablaze

Pairing: Ethan Morales x reader 1.3k words Tags: make out, angst Warning: swearing

My fingers grazed against his chest and as I let my hand wander down his torso, I felt every muscle under twitch in anticipation. I looked up at his face and he was already looking at me with a mixture of lust and longing.

“I missed you,” he whispered.

Oh and I missed him. For what other reason would I have climbed through his window at 2:12 in the morning?

But I didn’t say it back. That’s what got us into this mess in the first place. Me caring. Me wanting him so bad it hurt. Me falling while he was always just having a good time.

“Babe?”

I looked up at him, pulled out of my thoughts by his inquiring tone.

“Just kiss me,” I demanded.

He only hesitated for two seconds, just briefly enough for his brown eyes to send a silent question, “everything okay?” But his mouth never asked; it was too busy connecting with mine in a blazing kiss that threatened to consume me, him, both of us together.

Everything was on fire. Everywhere he touched. Everywhere he kissed. My skin burned with his touch and for it. We barely paused for breath as he laid me down on his bed. He unlinked our mouths long enough to grab the hem of my shirt and help me out of it. Then we lit up again.

I glided my fingers in the soft waves of his hair as his mouth found the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. His teeth gently grazed against the skin, just enough for me to feel the pressure but not enough to cause pain and then his tongue followed. He started trailing downward to my chest with that same technique.

"Ethan." It was a half-whispered moan. I say half whispered because it was not as quiet as I intended it to be.

At his name, he looked up at me, smiling that damning adorable smile of his and placed a finger over my lips.

"My parents' sleep next door."

He was better at whispering than I was. Probably had more experience at this kind of clandestine middle of the night type of encounter. Before the bitter thought took full effect in my head, his mouth clashed against mine in another fiery kiss. Almost like he wanted to distract me from my own thoughts.

It was working.

The kiss that started like a flame scorching through us with intensity and desperation, simmered down into a heart wrenching slower tempo. Our mouths molded together, his tongue slow danced with mine in perfect unison... and I was lost.

Lost to the sweet taste of his lips. Lost to the movement of his pelvis against mine and the calculated motions building up the fire that he had awoken in me. Though we still had enough clothing separating us from the fusing of our bodies, it didn't dampen the ever-present ache within me.

With the way he touched me, you would think he felt the same.

So, I was lost. Lost in the depths of longing. Longing for this guy that could never ever reciprocate such feeling in return.

I pushed away from him as abruptly as I had the thought. I was met by a look that someone that didn't know him would think is concern. But I knew better.

"I have to go." My words practically a mumble.

"What?" he seemed disoriented in a way, his eyes searching for something in mine that I didn't want him to find.

"It's late," I said, "If we wake up your parents, they'll disown you for real this time."

Ethan's eyes though still confused, hid partially away by the appearance of his mischievous smile, "So what? They've disowned me like 50 times already. Just this year."

I rolled my eyes.

"You say that with so much pride," I whispered, simultaneously pulling myself out of his grasping hands. I heard him groan in protest behind me as I pulled my shirt over my head.

"Because the shit they say doesn't mean anything. They think that by acting like they're disappointed in me, I'll just magically turn into the son they always wanted. It's bullshit."

I shook my head at this rant and turned to face him. He had gotten up from the bed as well and was less than two feet away from me.

"If you really didn't care, you wouldn't' have shushed me earlier. But God knows you're too cool to admit to caring about anything so I'm not having this argument with you." I sounded defeated. He noticed the change in my tone immediately, his eyes narrowed.

"Why do we have to argue at all? There are way more fun things that we could be doing right now." Even as he said it, I could see that he didn't mean it. Something in his expression closed off at my previous comment.

"I have to be up early anyways," I said gently.

"Sure. Whatever." He walked towards his window. I followed behind until we were in front of it.

I looked up at him. He didn't seem to want to look me in the eye as he avoided my gaze. I gave up.

"Okay. I'll see you around then."

My voice was small, and I hated myself for it. This is where we end up every time. I understand that he has never claimed to be anything but who I've always known him to be, but can you blame me for wanting more? I'm only human. And I know... that's it's wrong that I want him to change for me. I should be accepting him as he is or staying away from him, but I can't. The harder I try, the easier it is for me to end up here with him. Stuck in this goddamn tragic loop of ours.

I shake my head to myself and throw a leg over the windowsill. As I push myself out and my feet touch the freshly cut grass of his backyard, I thank God he lives in a one-story home.

When I turn to close his bedroom window, he stops me with a hand over mine. I move mine away and he frowns. He proceeds to climb out of his window.

"What?" I ask, unable to keep the edge out of my voice. I was already too emotionally drained to hide my upset.

He blinks with confusion. "What am I doing wrong?"

I huff but say nothing.

He sighs, "How do I stop upsetting you if you won't tell me what it is that you're upset about?"

I snap. "You. You are the reason I'm upset!"

His eyes widen, "What about me? "

I want to tell him. I want to tell him everything. All the things he makes me feel; good and bad. My fears. My thoughts. But I can't. Because I know what he will say.

"I didn't sign up for this".

"We had a deal."

"Don't start getting clingy."

I've heard it all come out of his mouth before. Not with me. With the many girls I've seen him with. But still. I refuse to make the mistakes the rest of them did. I will never admit that I had fallen for him. Not now. Not ever.

I held his gaze for a second, but his beautiful brown eyes made my poor heart flutter uncomfortably in my chest. I look away.

"Nothing, sorry. I really gotta go. I get cranky when I don't sleep."

I start turning around to leave, but then feel his arm snake around my waist and pull me in against him, leaving no space between us.

I look up at him in a question. His eyes scanned my face for something, though I'm not sure what.

"Liar."

That's all he says before his mouth crashes over mine.

I didn't want it. The rational part of me knew that I should back off and walk away. But as soon as his tongue invades my mouth, the heat of our flame sears through my whole being... and we're back to where we started.

To be continued...

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A/N: Haven't written in ages. But after watching season 4 of Never Have I Ever.... I had to. My goodness, Ethan got me feeling all kinds of things lol. Made a new blog just to write this without judgement. Let me know if you want a part 2. I feel like this might deserve another part. Or maybe I can turn it into a series? Let me know if you liked it and I'll write more :)

Update: will be doing a part two! Maybe 3... we shall see :D

[photoboothphotos]

Strawberry Milkshakes

Paxton Hall-Yoshida x Reader -  House parties turned into late night drives. [1.3KWords]

The house shook, its walls were trembling as music bounced off every surface. The dwelling was too small for all these teenagers to mingle in, but its foundation stayed strong as people continued to stomp all over its hardwood floors. The home never wavered as it weathered the storm of spilled drinks and drunken make out sessions. Everything was loud, and strangely dark with only small pockets of light creating pathways. You absent-mindedly drummed your fingers to the beat of music, the tips of your figures sticky from your beer. 

This wasn’t your first rodeo. You’ve been to plenty of house parties before. You usually enjoyed these type of events, finding enjoyment in the lightshows and the friendly catchup sessions with old classmates, but this one was different. The overwhelming sense of crowd made you feel so small yet so big. It felt as if even a minor misstep into the wrong direction could create irreversible mayhem but it also felt like that you were just a spec of dust to these other high schoolers. It was an odd feeling. And you hated it. 

Paxton had his arm wrapped around your waist, and another holding a red solo cup. The teen was trying his best to listen to Trent’s latest entrepreneurial scheme but it was hard to stay focused when his concern for you was coursing through his veins. He could feel your skin grow tackier and your muscles beginning to jitter. Paxton had decided then and there that enough was enough. 

The call of your name snapped you out of your trance. You turn towards your boyfriend, confusion lacing your features. Had you missed something he said? 

“You there, Bun?” Paxton asked again. “We can go home if you want.” He had abandoned his spiked drink and the rest of his best friends story entirely. His eyes pierced through your graze, making your heart skip a beat. 

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to ruin your fun. I’m fine.” You reassured, taking another sip of your drink. The brew did little to calm your nerves. Usually you’d be a blushing mess of a person hearing your boyfriend – the Paxton Hall-Yoshida – call you by that nickname. But the smog of the room was beginning to become suffocating and you had lost the ability to say much more than your words of half-hearted optimism. 

“Nuh uh, c’mon we’re getting you out of here” Paxton declared. His arm swooped fully around your body, supporting your back as he guided your stiffened stance out the door. 

The fall winds caused goosebumps on your skin when you met it outside. The distance between the house and Paxton’s Jeep was a short one, but your dizzy state left you incredibly slow. Paxton was patient though, continuing to guide you through your journey to the car despite the sloth-like pace, whispering soft words of ‘Don’t worry take your time’ and ‘It’s okay, I’ve got you’. Once you reached the safety of the Jeep you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You felt a hand on your forehead as the teen took in your current condition. You let Paxton tuck your sweat soaked hair behind your ear and dab your cheeks with some left over takeaway napkins that he kept handy. 

Although Paxton was worried sick about your sudden panic at the party, he couldn’t help but muse at how beautiful you looked. The scrunched fabric of your top did wonders for you, especially as the white fabric clung to your skin. Not to mention the silk of your black skirt, and how it draped over your tired legs. Oh God.

“My eyes are up here, Yoshida.” You teased, gaining back some of your energy. “Although, I never get tired of how you look at me.” 

Paxton's laugh was music to your ears, a spell that made you fall harder every time.  

“I’m sorry. You’re just burning up and those long sleeves can’t be helping.” He replied while disregarding his growing blush. “I know what will help though.” Paxton looked at you suggestively with his eyebrow raised and an arm reaching towards you. 

You gave him a questioning look back, unsure of what type of funny business he was about to perform next. 

“A late night drive with all the windows down and singing to the Jonas Brothers songs all the way to Foster Freeze for milkshakes.” Paxton shot you a wide smile as he closed the gap between the two of you to roll down your passenger side window. The two of you were practically nose to nose now, his lips seconds away from yours. “Your favourite activity.” He stated knowing exactly what this proximity is doing to you. 

Your throat bobbed as you swallowed the unexpected lump that had appeared. Before you had a chance to act upon the situation, Paxton quickly pulled away.

Within moments the Jeep began to roll down the streets of San Fernando Valley. The tunes of your favourite childhood boyband filled the air as a hurricane of brisk evening winds and traffic lights filled your senses. Though even the cold gush of wind wasn’t enough to cool you down from that heightened moment, the mental image of your boyfriend’s lips permanently seared into your mind. 

Foster Freeze had the best strawberry milkshakes. And though Paxton would typically argue for team chocolate, even he had to admit that the strawberry milkshakes from the dinner was something other-worldly. As he pulled the vehicle into park, he decided to push your buttons further. Just a little bit. “Okay, what would you like Bun?” He asked, giving you his signature dreamy eyes. 

“Just a large strawberry milkshake.” You requested, giving him a doe-eyed look in return. 

With a light nod, Paxton began to make his way out the car without another word. And just as he had predicted, the second his hand reached the handle, he heard a audible protest from your pretty mouth. It was quiet, but unmistakable and it made Paxton’s gut do summersaults. 

You couldn’t see it, but the grin that grew on Paxton’s face was shit-eating. “Are you forgetting something?” You asked innocently, not wanting to admit the yearn you had for a kiss. Your boyfriend always kissed you before he left anywhere, no matter whether it was for five minutes or five hours. Paxton never left you empty handed. 

“Oh right,” He replied. Turning back to fumble with the middle compartment before fishing out his wallet. “Almost forgot, thanks! You’re so thoughtful (Y/N).” He began his exit again before feeling the soft tug of his t-shirt. 

“I think you’re forgetting something else.” Your advised, your voice so delicate that it almost made Paxton’s heart burst. 

He couldn’t help it anymore. The teen turned around once more, his hands landing familiarly on the side of your face, placing your lips right into the crevice of his own. You tasted like left over booze and candy lip-gloss. Paxton felt you relax in his touch, your wandering hands finding the hem of his jeans. This made him smile into your kiss, making the touch breathy. 

“So just a strawberry milkshake?” Paxton asked pulling away and returning your ability to breathe. 

It was your turn to nod lightly now, your kiss-stained lips turning into a teethy smile. “And a large fries please.” You added, finally allowing him to run into the diner before it closed. 

You admired Paxton’s figure as you watched him exit the car and walk towards the restaurant, his figure getting smaller as the distance between the two of you grew. He waved at you half-way, offering his patented teenage heartthrob grin. You smiled back, your mouth still burning from the kiss he left you with. Even from a distance you can see the mischief within his eyes as he continued walking backwards. It was if he was  asking you, ‘Are sure you don’t want anything else?’ 

And you did want one more thing, Paxton knew that. But that’s a different dessert that you’re gonna save for another late night drive.

[joskyoung]

the amount of ben gross fanfics there AREN’T is disgusting and i’ll be waiting for u all to write them. thanks.

[anonymouslyagitated]

Third Times the Charm

I'm starting to write fanfiction because there isn't enough porn of Paxton hall Yoshida

Warning: suggestive and Shira being annoying

Pt1

Although you weren't a whore; who wasn't for PAXTON FRICKING HALL FRICKING YOSHIDA!!?!? For a teenager he sure was something. He sure was packing sum too. So, not being a whore, still liking Paxton your in a predicament...

"Ooooooh, you next girl" Shira says clinging to a guys arm and somehow flirting with some guy across the room. Wait. WAIT!

"PAAXTONN, Come joinnnnnuhhh us" she says loudly in an extremely irritating voice calling him over. You weren't one for these types of games and you certainly didn't know he was here but for a person who got dragged here; things were going pretty well. 'Fuck, he's sitting next to her. That's alright tho, it's spin the bottle.................' mind blank, looking over at Paxton who now had Shira on his arm instead of that random guys you realise something, something that never would have occurred unless you were dreaming. There was a chance you would kiss- since when were you lucky? you could never...

"How about seven minutes in heaven" this catches your attention, now all you can focus on in Shira clinging on to his arm, sucking on a lollipop and giving this guy fuck me eyes like he's the last man on earth. He chuckled nervously once he realised you were looking and tries to shift away from her, but unfortunately for you she is persistent. Everyone (the 6 people) in the circle all seem to agree, given they are attractive.

"I think imma be sick man" Trent mutters

"Uh-huh.. how about a- a vote?" Paxton tries to say before somehow being spoken over.

"How about we vote on it?" You repeat.

Everyone puts their hand up in favour except the schools whore. Paxton? This was new..

For a sex icon he sure was being pussy repellent.

Shira takes initiative by spinning the bottle, landing onnnnnn. Fuck, you. Well that's what the next person may do. Shit. Shit. Shit. These guys sucked.

You keen towards that bottle like your life depends on it before being quite disappointed when it landed on Shira. She was hot but she was an ass. You got ready to get up to go to the closet before Shira started complaining.

"No offence. But like no"

Understanding, you sat back down and spun it again. This time more than disappointed at who it landed on. Trent. Dude that's so annoying. Buttt the universe and stars align as he begins to throw up all over the carpet. Paxton gets up to where Trent was originally sitting as you spin the bottle yet again. It lands where Trent previously stood, where Paxton now kneels over for his best friend.

"Seriously" Shira complains he again. Catching the attention of Paxton.

"We'll get in there lovebirds" Trent says, wiping away his vomit.

Damn you wish you lost your virginity in a better way.

[anikaspookie]

okay EVERYONE send never have I ever requested including ethan I will try my best and write exactly what you want :)

[rawiswhore]

Various WWF, WCW and ECW Wrestlers x Fem Reader- "Fantasy"

Professional wrestlers have often attended strip clubs during their freetime when they're on the road.

That's fine, and in fact, you love that.

However, the big 3 of 1990's wrestling companies was the World Wrestling Federation, WCW and ECW.

All 3 of those wrestling companies had sexy men in it, but unfortunately, those wrestling companies were often in different cities and sometimes not in the same city where they could attend the strip clubs you can perform at.

So, you had this fantasy during the late 1990's, where the sexiest male wrestlers in the WWF, WCW and ECW had attended the strip club you work at.

Those sexy male wrestlers were Shawn Michaels in 1997, Hunter Hearst Helmsley/Triple H in late 1997/early 1998, Jeff Hardy, Christian Cage, Chris Jericho, Scott Hall, Rob Van Dam, Nova from ECW, Leif Cassidy in 1996 before he grew facial hair, Brian Pillman in 1996, Tommy Rogers from the Fantastics, Jerry Lynn at the end of 1997, RockaBilly in 1997, Val Venis/Sean Morley and Raven from ECW.

There's other sexy male wrestlers that could be in this fantasy, like Rowdy Roddy Piper in 1992 and Terry Taylor in the 1980's.

There's even some sexy non-wrestlers that could be in this fantasy, like male porn stars Tony Tedeschi, Biff Malibu and Shawn Ricks, 90's MTV VJ John Sencio and actor Bill Paxton.

Eventually there were many sexy male wrestlers in the 21st Century that could be in this fantasy.

Heh, maybe they can be in this fantasy along with some other men I didn't mention.

Either way, in this fantasy, all of those sexy male wrestlers were circled and horizontally lined up around the runway you walk down on at the strip club.

Shawn, Hunter/Triple H, Christian, Chris, Scott, Jeff and just about the rest of all of these men all had their long hair hanging down and not tied back in ponytails.

The only man with his hair tied back in a ponytail was Rob Van Dam, although he looks sexy when his hair hangs down too.

Nova didn't have any facepaint on his face nor did he have any drawn on marker on his face like in his Blue World Order days.

All of these male wrestlers were eagerly awaiting you.

Your stripper music began playing, to which you entered and appeared on stage.

As you strutted and strolled down the catwalk to the stripper pole at the end of the runway, these male wrestlers eyes were all on you, many of them cheering, applauding and whistling at you.

Some of them were even handing out money to you before you even stripped.

Your hands grabbed the straps of your short nighty, where you slowly pulled and shed your straps off of your shoulders, where you looked at these wrestlers circled around the runway.

You looked at them with a smirk on your face, many of these men were chanting "Take it off!" at you.

You shed out of that nighty to reveal yourself in a matching thong with garter belts attached to your see thru stockings.

These men really applauded when you undressed out of your nighty.

You took the money out of their hands and stuffed it in the straps of your thong.

Your hands grabbed the stripper pole and spun around it, where later on you gave each of these male wrestlers lapdances.

If only this fantasy really did and could come true.