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layce2015 · 6 months

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John Wick Chapter 4 (John Wick x Female!Reader)

With the price on his head ever increasing, legendary hit man John Wick and his wife, (y/n), take their fight against the High Table global as they seek out the most powerful players in the underworld, from New York to Paris to Japan to Berlin.

Chapter 1: Death Is The Only Freedom

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"I am the way into the city of woe. I am the way into eternal pain." The Bowery King recites as he walks along the alley and down a subway tunnel to a underground hideout. "I am the way to go among the lost! Before me there were no created things! But those that last forever! As do I! Abandon all hope, you who are about to. You are now in the presence of the fucking king!" He yells as he enters the hideout and laughs.

Meanwhile, as he was going on his speech, John Wick and his wife, (y/n), were practicing on their punches. John was punching a tall board with a bloody rope around it, from all his punches he threw at it, and (y/n) was using a punching bag. As she punched it, she was letting out every aggression, every anger, every frustration out on the bag. The death of her sister, being kidnapped, getting shot at, getting beat up, losing their home.

It was only six months ago when you and John were just a happy married couple, excited for what the future held. But the way everything went, it feels like a lifetime ago; how the hell would (y/n) ever go back to being normal after knowing all of this and everything that has happened, assuming that her and John will get out of this alive.

The Bowery King comes up to a barrel and lights it on fire, which then spreads to form a pentagon shape around the floor John and (y/n) were on as they kept punching their respective items. "You and your wife ready, John?" The Bowery King asked as he holds up a couple of suits hanging on a coat rack with one hand.

John and (y/n) stop what they were doing and both of then turn to face him. "Yeah." John replied while his wife just nodded and the Bowery King chuckles.

At the desert, as the sun was rising, four horseback riders were charging across the sandy area, three turban clad men were on three white horses while one black horse carried John and (y/n). Both of them had guns. They fired a few shots at the men and eventually John killed one as he fell off of his horse.

Off in the distance, the Elder could see and he knew it was only a matter of moments before John Wick would make his way to him.

As the chase continues, (y/n) was able to kill the second man and John got the last man before they stopped. They dismount their horse as they come up to The Elder, who had a small camp set up. "Mr and Mrs Wick." The Elder greets at the couple as they walk up to him.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" The Elder asked, calmly. Then John and (y/n) kneel down on one knee as John speaks. "My freedom." He said and the Elder looks him and (y/n) over. "If you came here thinking you could be free, or end this, by killing me, then you are mistaken." The Elder said and (y/n) frowns while John turns his head away in disappointment.

"My death will not change the outcome any more than you can change your nature. None of us can escape who we are, and no one escapes the Table. And the only way John Wick will ever have freedom or peace, now or ever, is in death." The Elder said and John looks back at him. "I know." He said and the Elder shakes his head then stands up.

"I'm afraid you and your wife have come a very long way for nothing." The Elder said. "Yeah..." John said and he and (y/n) stands up. "...not really." He said then he gives a nod towards (y/n) and she raises her gun and fires it, killing The Elder point blank. The couple glare at the man's body as it flops back then she holsters her gun. They turn and start to head back on the horse and figure out their next move.

Meanwhile, back in New York at the Continental, Winston was informed by the Harbinger that the Continental was condemned by the Marquis, which was signed by the twelve members of the Table. The Harbinger then informed Winston that the Marquis was waiting for him and that the hotel must be evacuated in one hour, so Winston and Charon made their way to the Marquis office.

"Ned Kelly's final words as the hangman slipped the noose around his neck were Such is life. Such is life, can you imagine the acceptance, the defiance?" Winston asked Charon as they walked the hallway to the front desk of the Marquis' office. "Today is not the day you will die. Of that, I am sure." Charon said as they stop at the front desk and Winston turns to his old friend.

"You have the unshakable faith of David, my friend, but you shouldn't be here. This will not be pleasant." Winston said. "Such is life, sir." Charon said and Winston gives him an impressed look right as a man comes up to them and leads them into the large office of the Marquis.

"My father used to say, How you do anything is how you do everything. Called it the first and the last rule of life." The Marquis said as he has his back to Winston and looks out at the city of New York through his large window.

"You believe in rules...Mr Manager?" The Marquis asked as he turns to Winston. "Oh, I do." Winston said, firmly. "And what of consequences?" The Marquis asked. "Of course. And second chances." Winston replied. "Ah. That's where we differ, you and I." The Marquis said as he gestures between him and Winston, who kept looking over at the hour glass on the Marquis' desk as the sand on the top kept getting smaller and smaller.

"Second chances at the refuge of men who fail." The Marquis said and he goes over to his desk and started to put sugar in his tea, then once he was done with that, puts the spoon in his mouth to wipe off any remnants of sugar and tea. He pulls the spoon out of his mouth while Winston fidgets a bit in place, he didn't want to show it but he was getting nervous and it was getting worse the longer this went on.

"There are those on the Table who blame this, um, atrocity on New York. They believe it's this city. The Table has indulged this fucking place for too long. And look where that has gotten us." The Marquis said then he takes a sip of his tea. "I shot him." Winston said and the Marquis chuckles as he sets his cup of tea down. "And yet he lives, polluting everything he touches. Especially, with the help of his wife, who you did not take care of." The Marquis said as he gets a stern look on his face and starts to walk around his desk.

"Marquis, respectfully, my hotel..." Winston started to argue. "Your hotel?" The Marquis said, stunned, and Winston closes his mouth. "If I might, sir?" Charon asked and the Marquis looks at him, surprised. "By all means." He said and Charon takes a step forward. "The Continentals and their management are a reminder to all who still behind The Table, that none of us are above the rules." Charon said.

"And yet we are here." Marquis said. "Sir, Mr Wick..." Charon said but the Marquis starts to grow angry. "We're not here because of John Wick and his wife. He is simply the face of your failure, Mr Manager." Marquis said as he glares over at Winston then he walks over to his desk.

"The sand in that glass is merely an echo of my remaining patience." Marquis said, as he gestures to the hourglass, and Winston looks over at it just in time to see the sand spills out the remaining grain until it was gone.

Once that happened, they felt the ground shake and a loud booming noise. The Continental had been destroyed. Winston and Charon watch on in horror as Marquis turns to them. "You are no longer New York." He said and Winston balls up his fist. "You are nothing. You are Excommunicado." Marquis said, with a hard glare at Winston, as he walks up to him.

"And as such..." he said as he pulls out his gun and aims it at Winston. "...you no longer need the services of a concierge." He said then he aims the gun at Charon and shoots him in the chest.

Charon's eyes grow wide as he falls back and the Marquis holsters his gun. Winston stared at Charon in shock as the Marquis walks up to Winston, stops and glares at him for a moment then walks a few steps before stopping and looks over his shoulder. Winston goes over to Charon, kneels down next to him and takes his hand in his as blood was seeping out on the floor.

"It has been an honor, my friend." Charon said as he dies. "It should have been me." Winston said, shakily. "Yes. But it wasn't." Marquis said and Winston looks up at him. "Now, you think about why that is,and perhaps one of us will have benefited from this conversation." Marquis said and he and his right hand man walk out of the office.

"Bring me Caine." The Marquis tells his right hand man in French before they split off.

In Japan, after talking to his daughter about his schedule, how the other Continentals are feeling about what happened in New York and the fear that the High Table will come after him next, Shimazu walks through the kitchen of his hotel and comes up to two large guards. "Don't let anyone in." He tells them and they let him through to an outside area where two figures were standing off in the distance.

"I assume you are finally at peace." He asked John Wick. John looks over at his wife, who was looking down at the ground with her arms folded, before he looks over at Shimazu. "Apparently not." He said as (y/n) also turns to face him. "Killing the Elder was a mistake, my friend." Shimazu said and he gestures over to a table that had some food.

"Their response was the destruction of the New York Continental. My daughter fears we are next." Shimazu said as he walks over to the table and (y/n) gasps at this news. "Winston?" John questioned, concerned, as he and (y/n) walk over to the table. "Alive, but they executed his concierge to prove a point." Shimazu said.

"No..." (y/n) whispered, in soft despair, while John looks down in guilt. They sit down as Shimazu pours them a cup of tea. "Have you given any thought to where this ends?" Shimazu asked John, who doesn't reply, and (y/n) looks over at her husband, with worry.

"The Table will never stop. You know this. It only takes life and only gives death." Shimazu said as he pushes two cups of tea to the couple and sits down across from them. "Koji...For troubling you like this....I'm sorry." John said as he looks up at his friend. "Friendship means little when it's convenient." Shimazu said and the three raise their glass and they sip their tea, not knowing that trouble was coming to their door.

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thecatinthestacks · 2 months

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Last year I made a log of my daily thoughts during the book fair and completely forgot to share them.

So please enjoy this extremely belated post about 2023's book fair! :D

DAY ONE

New year, new secretary. I have tactfully requested that she not call the library to ask if I'm ready for customers when the schedule says I'm open. (If the fair opens at 7:30 and it's after 7:30, then it's super-duper obvious I'm open.)

Because EVERY YEAR the secretary calls the library to ask "you ready for customers?", and EVERY YEAR after I wade through a huge crowd of kids to get to the phone, it gets harder and harder to answer politely.

This year, we're open before the bell. Completely dead in the morning, not a single pre-bell customer. Exactly like I told the principal, who appeared to be disappointed that there wasn’t a rush on the very first day.

Good news: I finally remembered to ask for seed money before we opened the fair!

Bad news: I forgot to ask for fives and tens and my first customer of the entire fair is paying with a hundred dollar bill.

Kids used to Scholastic fairs find out that Literati doesn’t sell books with cheap necklaces and erasers attached. Stunned to have to choose books based on their interests. I edge inexorably closer to my “the kids these days” phase.

Me: “Teachers, please call ahead before you bring your entire class at once.”

Entire Fifth Grade: *turns up at the same time unannounced*

Fifth grader paying with his own Apple watch asking to return Stranger Things: Kamchatka because “it’s not really Stranger Things, it’s just a ripoff!”

Me: “Please remember the library is closed because I had to physically remove the check-in computer to make room for the registers.”

Teacher: [keeps sending kids to get new library books anyway]

DAY TWO

No, you can’t use my phone to call your mom to ask for money.

No, you can't go to the office to call your mom to ask for money.

How to summon customers- sit down to do one (1) thing. This instantly activates a shopping frenzy.

Honey, how about you just give me all of your change right now instead of handing me yet another handful every time I finish counting?

Honey, how about you ask me how much things cost instead of buying one item at a time and seeing how much change you get back?

Kindergarten Music Program lets out, SWARMS OF PARENTS AND FAMILIES APPEAR! IT'S SUPER PROFITABLE!

Had to yell at a kid in front of their own mother. (It's okay, she agreed with me that kicking stuff is bad.)

Kid who returned the Stranger Things book annoyed that his refund hasn't reached his Apple Pay account yet. Purchases a poster instead. I suggest cash next time.

DAY THREE

Principal and counselor bring the webcam in to promote the fair during morning announcements and do the pledges.

Me: *slowly and quietly finishes ringing a child up during the moment of silence, hoping nobody notices*

I am eternally grateful to my parent volunteer who is able to be here for hours on end and I wish nothing but the best for her and her daughters.

Pretty sure this fifth grade boy is buying little trinkets to woo the crowd of girls following him. I should probably touch base with his teachers about that.

I can tell you didn’t even try to read the book you picked. Because it’s in Spanish, that’s why. No, I know you don’t speak Spanish. Because I know your mom, that’s why.

Kid walks in, instead of shopping waits patiently by the register to ask me “Do I give you my money now?”

Kid who bought and returned Stranger Things book wants to return poster that is now dinged up.

To the kid who only has $5 for the week- I feel ya, but no matter how many times you bring me an item and ask "how much?", it doesn't change anything. I've already told you which items are in your price range.

Have to cut off the Stranger Things kid because he keeps wanting to return things that are no longer in sellable condition. Sorry, bro, this sale is final!

First Grader: *smugly buying a chapter book she can't read because she knows I can't do anything to stop her*

Me: *sells her the chapter book because she'll be able to read it eventually and maybe the spite will motivate her to practice more*

DAY FOUR

That's it, I’m making a list of basic financial lessons we need to start teaching the kids:

YOU HAVE TO ACCOUNT FOR SALES TAX

No, change is not “extra” money you get as a treat. No, you don’t get to decide how much change you get.

You can’t ignore the numbers after the decimal point. $2.99 does not mean $2.

When a price includes cents, that doesn’t mean you have to have exactly that much in coins. You can simply give me more dollars and then you will get change back.

The answer to “How much can I get with $20?” is “it depends on what you’re buying”.

The answer to “How much do the books cost?" is "it depends on what you're buying".

If you don't have enough money to buy the book you want, you can simply NOT buy anything today and bring the correct amount tomorrow.

...or you can bring three bucks every day, be surprised that the book still costs $10, then spend all your money on erasers and go home and ask for more money...

...okay, seriously I need to make a chart or a TikTok or something to explain this. You're sad you don't have enough money for that Dog Man book, but you brought $3 EVERY DAY and instead of saving it you bought trinkets that you keep losing! I WENT OVER THIS WITH YOU EVERY DAY, I DON'T KNOW HOW TO MAKE IT ANY EASIER!

To the 5th grader who only had $5 for the whole week and keeps buying and returning various items and is mystified that this hasn't resulted in him making a profit- I'm cutting you off for your own good, and also I'm sending an email to your math teacher to let her know you may need extra tutoring.

Book Fair Gift Card: *can only be spent on books*

Kid: *only wants a spy pen*

Me: *agrees to buy him the spy pen myself if he will pick a damn book already!*

Girl: "I have $15. How much is this?"

Me: "Let's see...with sales tax, it's gonna be ten dollars and eighty-one cents."

Girl: "Oh...I don't have any cents."

Principal: *aghast choking noise*

Me: *quickly defuses the incoming lecture with a Fun Math Lesson!*

DAY FIVE

Time to deploy the annual "We have nothing left under $X. Please don't send kids shopping if they have less than $X." email.

Gently turning away three dozen kids that have less than $X.

"If I bring $10, can I come shopping tomorrow?"

"Honey, tomorrow's Saturday."

"Oh. I mean next week."

"Next week is Spring Break."

Annual tradition of kids being shocked that this is the last day of the book fair despite all the posters and flyers saying the book fair only lasts a week.

Bonus points for the same kids being shocked every year that the book fair is not permanent addition to the library.

Volunteer Mom letting her daughters pick out some books to buy.

Her: "How about this one?"

Kid: "No! It's too learny!"

Me: *picked the wrong time to drink water*

Tracking down teachers to get them to pay for the books they set aside for themselves and their children. Finally down to the last teacher who was going to get a book for her kid. I open the library door to hear him in the middle of a tantrum and her yelling at him...

...I close the library door like "okay, guess he's not getting that book..."

Re-doing the final accounting because I forgot to factor in the startup cash.

Re-re-doing the final accounting because I forgot to pull books to purchase for the library

Going home to put on jammies and sleep for 12 straight hours!

#library things #book fair #kids are fun

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hanako-san · 4 months

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To conclude my thoughts that I have had about the jshk character for a long time, the last character is Kou. It's possible that I will make an addition because the manga is not finished. I can finally express the thoughts I currently have for him.

Edit: [I know I'll be repeating myself and I apologize for any mistakes]

Kou is a character from I expected more and I had a lot of hopes for him, but I was disappointed and irritated by his character. I don't hate him! I am very disappointed with him. He shouldn't get close to Amane like the daikon did and stop playing the big friend act. I thought that if he gets closer to Amane he will start to understand something, but no, all I see is a boy who wants to defend the girl he developed a crush on. No wonder Kou is so good with daikon on the team, they are both the same,except that Kou tries and wants to understand and takes too much on his shoulders. These efforts are visible in him, but it still doesn't explain how he behaves and the way he disappointed me. Kou actually sees Amane, as shown in the red house. So he's furious and ready to kill anyone if he doesn't get rid of him, but he still hasn't decided what he wants because he doesn't want to accept it, because can see that Amane is different and not like his brother and grandmother said, but honestly? He deceives himself with promises. You see him this way. The red house shows sincere desires and thoughts, so let him finally stop deceiving himself and pretending to be good and a prince on a white horse, because it simply does not work for him. I know that only he can see Amane and that he doesn't think Amane is evil, but the way he sees it confuses him. The feeling that Amane is evil is greater. He was willing to break his promise to Amane to become stronger and he had no problem with that because, as he said, he wanted to be stronger when he decided when Amane would kick out. He considers himself the "god" of his life and decides. He's just a pathetic jerk, he doesn't know what he wants and is completely lost, but he wants to become stronger in the future if he wants to get rid of Amane. This is a pathetic, stupid and naive approach. Sure, Kou is too weak to defeat Amana now, but he should stop playing the good friend, maybe he sees good in him, but they wouldn't mind getting rid of him. He didn't blame the daikon for what had happened, but mainly himself. Sure, who would blame the princess who has the right to everything and Amane is just her dog on a leash, which she leads because she doesn't deserve an apology because he had to fulfill a wish for which she is responsible. But it is not important. It's important to side with this weak, always whining, crying, short-tempered daikon who always does something that she thinks Amane is always more responsible for than she actually is, and make her the eternal victim. Accepting Teru's offer to train him means killing indiscriminately, and he quickly backtracked on his opinion when he desperately tried to save Mitsuba, who wanted to die. And in disbelief, he did everything he could to help him. He did it because he loved him, sure, but it just shows that Kou is a jerk and a worthless friend. It didn't bother him that Mitsuba 2.0 might hurt a student out of hunger, but it did bother him that Hanako was doing it for the life of his dearest senpai. I really don't expect much from him, but at least he would be honest with himself and admit that he sees Amane's evil and good at the same time for him, instead of playing the role of a good friend because in reality he is only a friend of the daikon and no one else. I completely understood Amane how much he counted on Kou and was disappointed with him. Kou talks and shouts a lot, his words are great, but his actions are poor and pathetic. Do absolutely nothing to show. I thought he would be the minamoto who would start to see the supernatural differently, but no. He acts almost like Teru, in fact over the past two years he's been starting to remind me more and more of teru.

I understand why teru kept him away from the supernatural. He is completely useless if he doesn't organize his thoughts and decisions, he is terribly confused between how he feels towards Amane and he should stop denying that he doesn't see an evil spirit in him and stop pretending to be good and a prince on a white horse. It won't make everyone happy. His naive thinking like this is what destroys him the most, but I still feel very dissapointed for him because he was willing to break his promise, and the only thing that stopped him was Mitsuba. He couldn't get rid of it. I'm still not sure if he will train or not, but he failed his first mission. He should stop really pretending to be nice to Amane and finally be honest with himself, because it just makes him pathetic. I won't feel sorry for him when he's ready to break his promises, and his feelings for Hanako are not completely sincere, he doesn't know how he feels towards him and he considers himself to be his god of Amane's life, it's up to him to decide when to get rid of him. Come on, man. I really don't care that he's disappointed with Amane. Amane was disappointed with him too, so it's 1:1.

For me Kou should stop fooling themselves. The fact that he sees the good in Amane won't change how Kou saw Amane's illusion on the roof when Teru was trying to get rid of Amane , what he said in red house, Which means the illusion that appeared in the red house in front of Kou shows how Kou really sees Amane and Kou never really trusted him either, and what he's trying to do is just play the good guy and friend to Hanako, get stronger, and get rid of Amane whenever he wants, forgetting that he's failing all the time. He should stay as far away from Amane as possible and be as close to his senpai as possible. He and his senpai really are a good team.Being like his 'teru-nii-chan' doesn't work

I really feel sorry for Amane because he surrounds herself with people like that. He doesn't deserve it.

#toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #minamoto kou #my jshk post #was surprised to see that there were people who didn't like Kou #but now I'm not surprised. I still like him #but despite everything I understood what was incomprehensible to me.

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babishfantasies · 1 day

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I promised - part 5

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“Aww come on sweetie, there’s nothing I haven’t seen before”. She said while standing in front of me. I looked confused at first, but after a short while I realized what she meant. Of course, she has the one that changed my pants last night, who else could have been. I could feel my face getting red and hot as I was filled with shame, and she, realizing this, took a seat in my bed and started to uncover me. “Now let's check the damage you made during the night”. Ok, that’s it. “LEAVE ME ALONE YOU WEIRDO. JESUS, WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?” I yelled in desperation.

There was a short silence that felt like an eternity. “Oh. I see” she said, her voice with a clear disappointed tone. As I heard her I lifted my head to meet hers, finding that she had a sad look on her face. Not just sad, but she had the saddest thousand yard look in her face I’ve ever seen, and I’m not sure but I think her eyes were glassy too. God, I’m such an asshole, why did I yell at her? I could have just asked her to leave me be, that usually works. I just did something terrible, or at least it feels like it. “Hey. I’m so-” I tried to finish but then she interrupted me. “No, it’s fine” and then she stood up and left. Before leaving the room though she said “Oh, I made breakfast… for us. When you’re ready just go down to the kitchen” in a very monotone voice. I’m a fucking douche.

After wallowing in my stupidity while changing myself getting ready for my soul crushing fast food job I went downstairs to get that breakfast. I didn’t want to, but she had already made it and it would be even more rude if I just left after she took her time for it. I just hope this isn’t too awkward.

She was sitting at the table taking a cup of coffee. She was still wearing the same outfit, but somehow she looked different. It was probably the look on her eyes or the sad expression on her face, it most definitely was that. I took a seat and made me a sandwich with the scrambled eggs she had made, all while looking at her. God, she’s so beautiful, even when she’s sad. I hope there was something I could say to take back my words. Because yeah, she’s a weirdo, but nobody deserves to hear that… and well, who am I to talk?

“These eggs are good” I finally muttered. “I’m glad you like them” she answered without even looking at me. It didn’t feel like she was mad at me though, but more like she was… disappointed? That made me feel even worse for some reason. An uncomfortable silence sat between us, and a rift between me and her was formed due to that silence. This was nothing like her usual self, she’s usually so talkative and even flirty, and even when she teases me and I get mad she keeps her good humor, but for some reason this was different, and I could feel it inside me what made it so.

After finishing my first sandwich and not being able to take the guilt anymore I just said it. “I’m sorry, ok? I didn’t mean to hurt you”. I almost sounded as if I was frustrated with her distance. I couldn’t bring myself to meet her eyes so I kept my face down, but I could feel as if she was turning to see me. I felt so ashamed of everything, of hurting her, but also for apologizing in such an infantile way, I really sounded like I was missing her attention. Then she stood up and approached me, and when I lifted my face to meet hers I saw her. She was smiling with relief, as if a weight had been lifted from her, and I could feel just that too. “You really mean it?” She asked while standing tall at my side, making me feel impossibly small. I just lowered my face again, overwhelmed by my emotions and her presence. “y-yes” I said while blushing and fidgeting in my place. “Good. Then I’ll be waiting for you when you come back” she said before placing her hand on my temple to kiss the top of my head. My heart was throbbing like crazy. I just stood completely silent there until she took her leave. After a couple of minutes I came back to my senses and realized I didn’t have much time to ponder about this whole thing. I was getting late, so I ate one final sandwich and then took my leave.

Suffice to say I couldn’t focus much that day. There’s been so much going on these last 24 hours and I haven’t had the time to process it, but more than that it was her last words that were taking most of my attention. Would it be something like we did the last time? Some… intimate time together? I’m flashed with images of yesterday and I can’t help myself to get excited about what’s waiting for me. I’m even anticipating it, almost like a little kid who can’t wait for that field trip tomorrow. God, I’m so pathetic. How did I got into this whole thing? Oh yeah I remember it, it was Alice.

We were at a party about 3 months ago, and my roommate was about to leave the city, which meant I wouldn’t be able to pay rent so I had to find a place to stay. I wanted to look around town with someone, but all my friends were settled, so despite finding some decent flats I wasn’t able to pay them with my miserable job. Some of them offered a couch to crush, but that wasn’t a sustainable solution. It was in the middle of this when I asked Alice if she knew someone who would want to live with a really convenient and peaceful guy and she said “perhaps”. What was up with that? And of course it was some weird shit, but at the moment it was a strange situation at least.

Alice told me there was this woman on her 30s who was loaded and was seeking for someone to rent one of her rooms for a suspiciously low price, but she didn’t wanted to rent it to just anybody, so if I wanted to get the place I had to go to an interview with her on a sunday really early in the morning no less and see if we “got along”. I still remember that day, I was tired and miserable and basically answered all of her questions with the little brain power I had at the moment, didn’t thought at all that I would get the room, and in fact I thought after the interview that of course I wouldn’t get the place because she was probably searching for a tall well built man so she would have something pretty to look at while around the house. Well, that wasn’t what she was looking for, after all I’m 5’4’’ and she’s a head taller than I, but still I wonder if she was indeed searching for something to play with or she just wanted to be sure I wouldn’t call my friends to rob this rich asshole’s house. Well, maybe she picked me because I was smaller.

Whatever the reason might be, I'm in this situation, and I’m not complaining. It’s just that… it doesn’t feel right. I feel used somehow. I’m being used in fact. Or maybe not in fact, but there’s something I cannot control that she’s taking advantage of, and that’s not fair. I mean it feels ok… or amazing in fact, but still. This shouldn’t be how things are at all. She should be with his 6’3’’ hunk instead of doing whatever we did last time with some borderline midget. Why is she so weird? And why can’t I resist her? I would say that I want things to go back the way they used to be, but I would be lying to myself. This is abnormal, and I was perfectly content before finding out this was a possibility. I can’t even bring myself to name it, it’s just so… gross. Or at least not something you can talk with your friends about.

I ruminated like this the entire day. Darren, my coworker, looking evidently into some sort of deep meditative state while cleaning the floor asked me if everything was all right and I just said yeah, of course I’m alright, I just didn’t had enough sleep last night. Darren is such a nice guy, I almost feel bad for lying to him, but I would be dead before talking about this to another soul. Maybe with strangers on the internet and under the cover of anonymity, and even then I would hesitate to touch the subject.

When the day was finally over and I took my leave, I felt how my mind entered this hyper awareness state. Whatever was waiting for me back home was just a couple of minutes of walking and public transport away. I felt everything slowing down and could almost taste reality itself. In a way I didn’t wanted to make it back, almost as if my mind was trying to tell me that I wasn’t ready yet, that I needed a little bit more time. But despite all of that and after nominally 32 minutes I was back there, home. So strange to call it that, I feel like it’s the first time I think of this place as “home”.

As I stand there searching for my keys I hear the door opening. I freeze, my eyes locked in what’s about to greet me on the other side. It’s her, and she has this devilish smile. “Welcome back sweetie. I was waiting for you”.

#domme mommy #fem domme #md/lb #ab/dl stories #ab dl mommy #age regression #ab dl #abdlmommy #abdlbabyboy #breastfeeding kink

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cynosdaydream · 1 year

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𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 (𝘱𝘵.1)

Some decisions are irreversible. (Thoma x GN Reader)

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Golden Hour- JVKE

↺ ᴿᴱᴾᴱᴬᵀ ‖ ᴾᴬᵁˢᴱ ≫ ᴺᴱˣᵀ ˢᴼᴺᴳ

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Content warnings: none

Author's notes: Hello!! I am back to writing after a very stressful and disappointing exam season. I hope you enjoy this short piece, part 2 will be uploaded hopefully within the next week or two. Not proof read btw

The visions hunt decree seemed to have an impact on the Nation Of Eternity. Many had lost their lives, and some even suffered a relatively worse fate than that. You had seen countless people’s visions taken from them, and the lifelessness in their eyes were like knives through your heart. Citizens cowered in fear daily, praying that they weren’t next.

“Love, I’m going out to get some groceries, do you want to come?” Your lover called from the living room, ready to head out of the door. You declined with a smile, explaining that you still had a few assignments / reports to finish up. Scribbling away on the piece of parchment, a sudden sinking feeling settled in the bottom of your stomach. You ignored it, brushing it off as a side effect of eating too much hotpot yesterday, even though you usually didn’t experience this.

The gradual increase in the sounds of rain prompted you to halt your work for awhile, instead opting to take a break by eating a snack. The world outside the window seemed to blur as you spaced out, mindlessly munching on the snack you chose. Subconscious thoughts about Thoma also managed to drift into your mind. “I wonder if he’s already finished”. Realising this, you smiled to yourself. “He somehow manages to appear in my mind even in his absence.” You must have saved the world in your previous life to deserve a boyfriend like him. Just as you were getting lost in your thoughts, there was a sudden, sharp knock at your door. You weren’t expecting any visitors today, were you? “Maybe Thoma came back early” you thought, making your way towards the front door, expecting to see your blond lover outside with hands filled with groceries and a bright smile on his face. Instead, your heart dropped to your feet when your eyes met the ones of a shogunate infantry. Three of them, to be more precise.

“Excuse me, is there something wrong?” you were thankful that your voice came out steady, successfully masking your nervousness. Anxiety levels shot up to the roof when the one in the middle pulled out a piece of parchment, which you assumed was not going to lead to something good. “Under the vision hunt decree, we are here to seize Thoma’s pyro vision.” No. This couldn’t be happening. You’ve seen how those people who got their vision seized turned out. The joy and liveliness in their eyes that were once prominent and noticeable fizzled out like a dying spark. The change may not seem so drastic to people who have only heard of what it’s like, but to those who have witnessed their loved ones go through this… you couldn’t let this happen to Thoma. You would much rather sacrifice yourself for him ten to watch him turn into an empty shell of what he was before. That was when it hit you.

“This is not a request, (mr / miss / mx) -” the infantry’s booming voice was abruptly interrupted by your own. “I-I’ll hand over my vision instead.” barely choking the words out, you still managed to look them straight in the eye. The three men glanced at each other. After a painfully long silence, one of them said, “I guess that would be fine.” With trembling but sure hands, you unclasped the vision from your body and placed it into the hands of the infantry. When the whole ordeal was finally done and over with, you shut the door with a bang and slid onto the floor. Now self-doubting thoughts were swirling around in your head, "Was it really worth it?" "Yes. It was." you had to verbally affirm yourself to believe it. Just then, there was a knock at the door again. Did the infantries come back, demanding Thoma’s vision instead of yours? Meekly prying open the door to peek, you were relieved to see the emerald green eyes of your lover. “You’re back” “I’m happy to see you too, ___. Although you look slightly fatigued. Did something happen? Was your workload particularly heavy today?” Ah. How were you going to tell him?

Tensing up, you led him to the sofa without a word, gesturing for him to sit down beside you. The way you fidgeted with your hands with a distressed expression alerted Thoma that something was not quite right. Something happened while he was getting groceries. While you were determining how to break the news to him, his eyes scanned your figure to see if he could find any physical signs that would give him a clue as to what had occurred. His eyes widened when he noticed that your vision was not attached to your body.

“Sunshine, where did your vision go…?”

#genshin x reader #genshin #genshin impact #genshinimpact #genshin fluff #genshin angst #thoma x reader #genshin thoma #genshin impact thoma #thoma x you #suffering from jet lag rn #mitsu.writes #thoma x gender neutral reader #genshin x you #rushed

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m1ck-miffs · 27 days

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Where did I come from? Where did I go?

Hello little people who live in my computer! Its been so long! So long since I've been here.

Most important things first, No One Saves You is still a thing! It's still happening. I've been secretly keeping it on life support in my little bunker. Things are different, some things a lot different, some things a little different but it is different (and hopefully better written, whoever let me write that first dumpster fire should've been jailed.) I'm no where near having anything ready to present but I felt like cleaning up my old blog, so here I am! Call it spring cleaning or something.

Where did I go? Eh, life. I've done a lot of things in the past two years. I graduated high school, I started college, I got a job, I quit my job, I got a new job, I learned to drive, and I learned to do my taxes. I've worked on my story through all of it but it wasn't my priority, turns out being a semi functioning adult is really fucking hard. Who knew! I'm back in the writing seat but I make no promises.

Where am I Going? Well, lots of places! I graduate with my associates in English this summer, I'm moving to a whole new city, starting college again, and I've got about 8 million things I want to do all at once. I'm learning to take it slow...it's a work in progress.

Okay, okay what you're really here for: to hear about this goddamn story. I figure I'd update you on some changes I've started, under the cut (in case you like surprises.) Think of it like a behind the scenes stage access.

ps. If you were hoping I studied the blade how to code during my two year absence, you're going to be severely disappointed. I am unfortunately still a writer first and a coder second (or maybe last lmao.) So this tumblr and my twine will remain ugly, so sorry (I'm not that sorry.)

Okay, so, there's been a lot of changes, especially to characters. I feel like my previous characters were too flat? One dimensional? Under-planned and underutilized? Sound like they were written by a 16 year old? Maybe all of the above. I'll go through them and tell you a bit about the sparkly new and improved people I've pulled fresh out of the oven.

Missy (They/She): Missy has changed, not a ton a ton but some. They're still mean but a little less intensely so. Their design has been altered and I think I've made them more three dimensional and a little less of a rich whinny unlikeable asshole. Their background has has some minor alterations but their main changes have been physical and trying to make them less of a caricature. Missy remains mostly unchanged, Missy is eternal.

Miles Tellez (He/Him): Miles has had some minor design tweaks, I'm still trying to decide if I'm giving him a rat tail, but most importantly Miles has had some major personality changes. He's a little less of a sad pathetic meow meow and has more of a backbone. I've tried to make his sadness more realistically believable. He felt a little cartoonishly anxious and sad so I've worked to make him more mature and competent. His background and home life has has some major overhauls but it's mostly details. Mostly just made him less of a crybaby.

Avery (Gender Selectable): Dead. Jk, I completely changed her, so she is kind of dead, I guess. She's not even Avery anymore, she's Jordan. Jordan B. Bowings. I felt that Avery was too flat, too timid, I never connected with her the way I did other characters and I think it was obvious in the way her whole personality was 'cold leadership role.' So i completely scrapped her and started over form a clean slate.

Jordan Bowings (She/Her): Jordan is very different than Avery but retains some of the traits that I had given Avery. She still holds a leadership role but instead of cold stoic leader she's more confident and bright. She's very competent, independent, and warm. She has a lot of elements form Avery's background that I just tweaked. Overall I connect with her way more than I did Avery and I'm really excited to show off more of her.

Bones (Gender Selectable): Bones has changed a lot. It doesn't feel like it to me but they have. They used a pirate aesthetic but that is dead and gone (thankfully.) They're still walking talking human disaster but they used to be a lot colder I'd say they're more friendly now but not in any good way. They're friendly like someone who is trying to scam you is friendly. I've also made them a lot sadder and angstier IDK it just felt right. They're basically a whole new character.

Crash (She/Her): Dead. The content that she was supposed to be in got cut from the story. It just wasn't necessary and was causing bloat. I kind of just wanted to write about cars and the desert and that is quite literally the only reason her character existed so she is gone from the story my apologies.

Blitz (They/Them): Ironically one of the few ROs that people have actually met. Generally remains unchanged but that's not surprising since I've actually has Blitz as a character since at 5th grade. They've had a lot of time to be fleshed out.

LiveWire (He/Him): A whole new character. I felt like the cast needed a few metal heads (literally.)

Rayyan Sobhi (Gender Selectable): Remains somewhat unchanged but their backstory and history with the MC has been tweaked. I think they may go through some more changes because I'm not entirely happy with some aspects of their character but It won't be anything too drastic. I also just decided I'm changing their first name, Its now Nour Sobhi.

The plot has had some changes. it's nothing too crazy just some plot holes that needed to fixed small things like that. I've also started rewriting the story! It still needs a lot of work and I haven't even finished chapter one but I intend for there to a lot more branching choices with different outcomes. this of course makes writing it take so so much longer but ultimately I think the game will be more enjoyable because of it.

Thanks for reading my rambling! Let me know if you've got some ideas, questions, or concerns. I am all ears!

#interactive fiction #nosy #progress update #twine #update #interactive story #cyberpunk #if #life has been lifeing

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its-the-ratdawg · 11 months

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I don't know who you truly are either, I only know that of which you've decided to share. I don't know your face, nor your name (assuming it's not its-the-ratdawg), and I can name as many of your interests as you mine.

The only thing that tilts the playing field is the fact that its *your* blog in which we communicate.

Could our relationship ever continue in the same vein if I wasn't anonymous? Confined to the preconceived notions of who I am, wouldn't I disappoint you? For I am nothing but a man.

In comparison to the tens of minutes I spend crafting every single word I share with you, I imagine you'll find the unadorned way I speak to friends painfully unremarkable

I'm afraid that without the allure of mystery, my voice may lose its charm, leaving you yearning for the elusive essence that once fueled our interactions

I would no longer be mysterious homoerotic monologue anon.

For as long as you don't know, you have something to crave.

Let me drag it on for just a little longer, won't you dear?

(I'm sleep deprived and rambling and there are so many words on my screen that I can't even bother to proof-read)

(maybe if I continue acting down on my luck you'll continue to praise me idk wouldn't that be crazy)

(I am going to sleep now, ill finish your response to the "main plot" tomorrow)

(promise)

(sweetest dreams, goodnight)

(I’m gonna answer this so u wake up to it, I hope you sleep so good btw💕💕💕)

Darling, the chase is yours to ‘drag on’ as long as you like - I’ll allow myself to be dragged. Of course I will. How could I let go now?

The question has surfaced: If this is truly a game, then just how tilted is our playing field, exactly? If you know of my identity, is that to my advantage, or my detriment? And if I don’t know of yours, does that truly leave you with the upper hand? Or are you, in a way, vulnerable?

Do we really know each other at all? Can we?

You say you are nothing but a man. Who’s to say God was not once a man? Aren’t we created in his image?

I’m far from the first to be utterly enchanted by a mere mortal. My fate isn’t unique, dearest. But thanks to you, it is mine.

Have we not spoken of your essence before? You should know I find it divine. Beyond your words, beyond your name - it’s your very concentrate. Below a cellular level, it’s the presence that hums in something finer than air. Something all of us can feel and none of us can escape. Something we sense without our physical senses. Something that no man can understand, be them the enchanter or the enchanted.

You fear I’ll find you “painfully unremarkable” if you speak to me as a friend. However you speak to me, you will still be you, and I me. This time will still be ours. Inevitably.

Consider. I’ve captivated you in the same way you’ve captivated me - and you do know who I am. Reveal yourself to me when you’re ready, be it in a moment or in a millennia. Know that you could never disappoint me because you’re eternally you.

For all eternity you will have spent a moment as “mysterious homoerotic monologue anon,” and that’s undoable. If I discover for you a new name, it won’t change who you have been.

And no name I could give you could be as sweet as the one you give me to call you. Didn’t I once tell you - anything you give me, I’ll take with a smile?

Your name can change. But as long as you linger behind the name, I’ll have something to crave.

(Actually i do go by rat dog in real life. Only the real ones call me that, though) (I hope you have beautiful dreams and both sides of your pillow are the exact temperature you want and that your bed is as comfortable as a hug from your soul mate <333333) (also dw if you can’t reply, I know how it is to get busy and stuff, I should probably NOT be online as often as I am lmao)

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blaydiud · 2 years

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[ 1180 Glasses ] - Oversized glasses with unique frames formed in the shape of the year “1180”.

Elincia's hand clasps itself around Dimitri's wrist, a gleeful smile on her face. With a small tug and clear of her throat she grabs his attention.

"Dimitri! You're looking as dapper as ever! Let's go get a photo together, okay?" Their friendship had been strained slightly since her departure from the Blue Lions. It had seemed most appropriate to give him time and space at first. Now it felt like enough time had passed to remind him - in technicolour, if need be, that he would always be one of her dearest friends. "Look, they have all these fun props too! I love these glasses, they're so..." Stylish definitely wasn't the word. "Unique!"

She picks out a bright, cyan pair; a memento of her time in his class. No other colour would do, really. With one hand on her hip and the other pointing directly at him, she all but orders him.

"Get ready to strike a pose, Dimitri! I intent to savour this moment for the rest of my life."

It’s not like they had fought or anything- the opposite really. Nothing significant had happened, because students changing classes, mainly those that are not from Fódlan and therefore have nothing rooting them to a specific house, was a normal thing. It would be childishly petty of him to hold resentment over something like that. No, it wasn’t resentment. Nothing close to that.

Rather, it was a mixture of guilt and shame, perhaps embarrassment. She did it because she wished to grow into a complete ruler, yet a small part of Dimitri’s mind was stuck in an eternal loop that perhaps she did it because she was disappointed in him, because he hadn’t done enough as a classmate, friend or leader. That he just wasn’t enough and therefore didn’t deserve her company or time. That it was his fault.

It was stupid, he knew that wasn’t the case, yet there he was doing his best to not flinch as she lead him to the photography booth. That won’t do, you can’t behave like that. That’s not a behavior a future king should display, get it together. You’ll just upset her like that.

He grabbed the first pair of glasses within his reach.

Flash!

The pose had been done on a whim- Dimitri had never been good at dynamic posing that looked natural and not insanely awkward. "Uhm...I hope it looks good? My apologies if it did not but I am not very good at this..."

#toaball2022 #[support] elincia #[[ lincie....pleading eyes]]

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anemcia · 2 years

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@viopolis asked:

☭ Cell & Honeydew and/or Cleo & Cyto!! ( this is one of my fave memes too hehehe )

send ☭ for a vs. battle quote to your muse - [ACCEPTING]

//ALWAYS more than happy to do more than one with you >:3c

CELL vs HONEYDEW

Battle Theme: ETERNITY

Battle intro: “I hope you’re ready for me, Slick, because I ain’t messing around today! I’m gonna show you just how far I’ve grown since our last fight, so give me everythin’ ya got!”

Victory: “Yes! YES!! I actually got you this time! I knew my trainin’ with ya is paying off!... Wanna go again? I don’t think we’re done just yet!”

Defeat: ”Damn it! I bit off way more than I could chew!... J-Judging by that look on your face, yer thinking of a horrible punishment, a-aren’t ya?”

Assist: ”Watch out!! I’ve got you covered, Slick! Let me handle this!”

Taunt: ”What’s wrong? Are ya gettin’ in over your own head again? Because this is sloppy, even for you.”

Reacting to Taunt: ”Oh, i’m gonna MAKE SURE you feel this one in the morning.”

Tie: ”...I don’t think either of us are satisfied with this. I’m not disappointed, but it feels like I could have preformed better.”

Perfect Victory: ”Somethin’ doesn’t feel right about this, not one bit. Are ya sick or?... Maybe we should try again tomorrow.”

NUCLEOTIDE vs CYTO

Battle Theme: PATHS THAT WILL NEVER CROSS

Battle intro: “Brother... You’re serious about this fight, aren’t you? If it means that much to you, I will hold nothing back. I want you to show me that unique power of yours!”

Victory: “Take your loss with a grain of salt, Brother. I expect you to rematch me when you’ve improved your techniques.”

Defeat: ”I-I can’t believe it... You stopped me. I must admit that I had not foreseen such an outcome, but I am impressed nonetheless. With that in mind, this loss only motivates me to train that much harder. I won’t lose to you again.”

Assist: ”Brother, you need time to regenerate! Stay back, I’ll handle this quickly!”

Taunt: ”If you think that move is going to impress father, you’re out of luck. Try again! And this time, stop allowing your envy to cloud your every thought!!”

Reacting to Taunt: ”Don’t get cocky just because you caught me off guard, Brother! I will not make the same mistake twice!”

Tie: ”I see we are very closely matched-- that isn’t a bad thing either. However, I won’t allow you to get ahead of me, even if you are the older sibling.”

Perfect Victory: ”Embarrassing. You will not get anywhere with father’s approval if he knew about this. If you do not keep up with your training, I doubt even I will hold much respect for you.”

#《🌼》𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 [Answered memes]#viopolis #//I liked doing these ;0; but the Cyto/Nucleo one was actually fun

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 15 hours

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Guess We Should Plan Mammon (Helluva Boss) & Adam (Hazbin Hotel)'s Fanon-Wedding...(Also The Poll Results Of Adammon Have Spoken!!!)

[Note: Reading This Post Is Optional, but this post will be for Mature Audiences Only to Read. also there will be some form of censored bad word in this, so yeah...once again, Mature Readers Only. ]

so yeah, I guess I'm a little surprised so many ended up picking Adam as the one Mammon should marry...but anyway the results from that poll I made some days ago...

"Which One Would You Have Mammon (from Helluva Boss) Marry As His One True Love Perfect Match And Be His Eternal Life-Partner…In Fanon/Non-Canon."

so yeah it is like this…

Mammon Should Marry Stella, got a 26.3%

Mammon Should Marry Adam, got a 44.7%

Mammon Should Marry Blackarachnia from TFA, got a 2.6%

Mammon Should Marry Matriarch Benezia from Mass Effect, got a 2.6%

Mammon Should Marry The Evil Commander Shepard Clone (also from Mass Effect), got a 2.6%

Mammon Should Marry Lancer's Dad The King from Deltarune, got a 10.5%

Mammon Should Marry Jasper from Steven Universe, got a 7.9%

Mammon Should Marry Salem from RWBY, got a 0%

Mammon Should Marry Doctor Emily Grey from Red Vs Blue, got a 0%

Mammon Should Marry King Asgore, got a 0%

Mammon Should Marry Niffty, got a 2.6%

and lastly the one that is Mammon Should Marry Gwen from Camp Camp, got a 0%…

and all of that is the Final Results from about 38 Votes, and me being one of them since I found out you can vote on your own poll. I only picked once, and the one I picked was Adam.

I'm a bit disappointed that not many even voted for King Asgore, Salem, Dr. Grey and Gwen.

I still think that Niffty from Hazbin Hotel & Grey from Red Vs Blue, would get along very well if they met in a Fanon Timeline's Crossover.

and yeah, I love how Grey freaks out Doc's O'malley personality.

so picture Grey and Niffty saying something really creepy, and then Doc's O'Malley personality comes out and says

"Oh, No....There's Two Of Them Now!!!"

and Niffty becomes like Grey's Nurse Assistant, and they have to run after and catch O'Malley/Doc who at this moment is running for their life.

also whoever The RWBY's new adoptive parent company will be, and maybe the same one will end up adopting Camp Camp and Red Vs Blue, maybe...can't really say because I don't know.

I will still give credit to Rooster Teeth.

and even if it does turn out some didn't like how Ruby got all bad feelings in the last new volume, but excuse me if some of us can relate to her even if the experiences that we and her had are different.

and yeah, I did find out a bit more of what is going on...

I think I am thankful someone told me a bit more about the details, but I wish some can try to understand that I pretty much felt not so great, I mean yeah of course I know it wouldn't just effect me, and it also effects a lot of other people, both fans and those who have been a part of that team for years.

I wouldn't put it pass The Toxic-Masculine Energy being behind some stuff...well even if we throw the Toxic-Feminine as a suspect for having a hand in some messed up stuff that is going on, but what that energy does is cause Toxic-Feminist who I'm not really a big fan of, because they act like they are more superior then men.

but there are some women in this world who can be just as bad as some men, wake up and smell the chocolate chip cookies with strawberry jam on top...

also maybe I was misinterpreting how some were speaking to me and possibly viewing my feelings about the whole situation.

a part of me hopes that the new company that is becoming the new adoptive parent of RWBY (and possibly a few others.)

will end up saving some other stuff as well.

I can't remember the name of the video where it had talked about it.

but hopefully things will work out.

anyway since Adam became the poll winner, guess we should get him ready for his "wedding" even if it isn't canon and is 100% fanon.

also is it weird I want to call Vassago from Helluva Boss,

by the nickname "Vassy" or "Vassie" no matter how you spell it, it sounds the same.

even if he could tell the future, there is no way he can predict me.

I was both a Accident and a Surprise, well my Human Parents had me on purpose in this life.

but my Hybrid Soul being born out of the blue, could still count as both a Accident & Surprise.

if I can call Overlord Zestial, by the nickname "Zesty" then I'm gonna call Vassago by the nickname "Vassy" and maybe other fans would end up calling him that as well.

just like how I'm gonna call Charlie's Mom, Lilith by the nickname that fits her...

and that would be "The First B**th"

it would be pretty fitting, if her not really being as much of a "victim" as she claims to be, and boy if she is who she truly is, then boy did she fool Lucifer and Charlie.

Adam might be a jerk, and yeah he shouldn't of did that whole Extermination on every Sinner, only ones who truly need to be taken out...like that old man from Family Guy, who I forgot the name of but he should 100% be taken out in Extermination Day.

some might think that is cold, and mean...

but some inhuman filth who shouldn't be called "humans" anymore, with the lines they cross, would make The Vees (Vox, Valentino & Velvette) seem like a lesser scale of bad in comparison.

well that is how I view it anyway...

I can still believe in Charlie's dream, and agree with her and Emily.

but I still think that only some percent of Sinners, who should be known as "Toxic-Sinners" who are too far gone and can't have any goodness in their hearts left, they need to be taken out on Extermination Day, and don't deserve redemption.

yeah, I know I'm suppose to be a Earth Angel who should be like any other Earth Angel...but like I said before, I don't work 100% the same as the other Earth Angels.

probably because I was a Accident, and I'm Defective Earth Angel.

and yeah I have some of the words from the song that Charlie and Emily sing, memorized in my head I think.

"If Hell is forever, then Heaven must be a lie. if Angels can do whatever and remain in the sky. the rules are shades of gray when you don't do as you say, when you make the wretched suffer just to k*ll them again."

well no matter if it is in a ficto-universe or in the universe we live in...

some Eon-Boomers, will be stuck in the old ways.

even if it might cause more harm than good, and might cause some form of domestic violence to the Divine Feminine energy.

anyway back to the whole Adam x Mammon thing...

Adam ended up becoming the winner in that poll, so he has to marry Mammon...even if it isn't canon.

also if I think about it, if I do have some kind of Priestess blood, or like one of my Soul-Parents from the whole possible soul fragmenting at some point in a past life...and they were a Priestess.

could I end up acting as "The Priestess" that marries them...?

well, probably not. but it is a little funny to think if it were possible.

sadly still procrastinating in checking to see if my blood type will come out the same as the last two times when it was a success.

hopefully we can finally get around to it soon.

I still will have family help me with it, and close my eyes and make sure it is taken from my left hand because it is closer to the heart and it will get better results.

the last tries we did before, I ended up feeling not so great during them...and each time I had to go off to either sit down or lay down.

it seems to be better that I have my eyes closed during most of it.

so once we do get around to seeing that my blood type comes out

as O RH D Negative for a third time, I can just well not have to worry about checking it again for maybe a super long while.

Earth Angels might have different type of Blood Types, so maybe not all of them will be RH Negative...but I'm not 100% sure.

I know about some info that some Toxic-Religious people view those who have RH Negative blood and their by Descendants of The Nephilim and there by The Fallen Watcher Angels...

can't be saved, well excuse me for being a by product of a big mistake, I didn't ask to be made or born ya know.

and this type of stupidity and insensitivity on those like me, are reasons why I relate a little bit with Amethyst from Steven Universe.

well her, and probably a few other Gems from Steven Universe.

and yeah, some percent of us are hybrids in both our blood and our souls, but that doesn't make us less human, we are still human beings with human hearts and emotions.

and if I had to make a guess why some percent of the Nephilim turned out the way they did, it might have to do with them either casting away their Feminine side out of their bodies, or it having to do with the imbalance that also involves what happen so many centuries ago when the Goddess was wrongly dethroned.

and yeah, I have that book "Stones Of The Goddess: Crystals For The Divine Feminine" by Nicholas Pearson, to thank for that info.

Sera from Hazbin Hotel, could be like Toxic-Feminine.

and as weird as it might sound, she is starting to remind me of The Diamonds from Steven Universe, with Lilith reminding me of Pink Diamond...

Sera could be like a mix of White, Yellow and Blue Diamond.

I guess I don't 100% hate Pink or Lilith, but they pretty much did some messed up stuff that ended up hurting those that loved them.

and Steven & Charlie deserve better than that, they shouldn't have to fix their Moms mistakes or the damage they cause.

even if Lilith didn't give up her physical form to have Charlie, because well it being Lucifer that had Charlie, which makes one think that if it is the Boy Angel that has the baby, no matter if they are Fallen or not.

which could mean that in Helluva Boss, it could be that Paimon who became pregnant and had the eggs if some of his children ended up being a Anthropomorphic Bird.

picture that Butler Imp (who I'm still gonna view as Stolas's Real Dad, even if they aren't biologically related) having to deal with Paimon's weird food cravings and mood swings.

Stella might not of been given the talk, and only believes she had Octavia's egg, but really it was Stolas.

Andy, give your sister Stella the talk, she can't be oblivious to the truth forever.

in the Fanon, it can be either way, like either the guy or gal having the baby.

but anyway, like I was saying even if Lilith didn't give up her physical form to have Charlie, because the whole Lucifer being the one that had been pregnant instead.

she is still Charlie's Mom, but with how things are, some fans could have theories that she might not of really cared for her family.

Charlie might see Adam as this terrible person who tried to boss around and control her Mom when they were still together.

but sometimes not all is what they seem, yeah even if Adam can be a butt-head and a bit full of himself, but if he wasn't always that way...then you can bet that The First B**th had something to do with it.

Adam could match the song "Born Without A Heart" by Faouzia.

if by some chance Adam does get reborn as a Sinner, "The First B**th" better stay the double-heck away from him.

at least the Lilith from our universe has a better excuse, but at the same time....both Lilith & Adam from our universe could of been victims.

you know like the old saying, girls mature faster than boys...

well the same case could also imply with Lilith and Adam.

if Adam knew or understood what those three angels were going to do to her if she didn't come back to where he was...maybe he could of waited and they both given space, things could of worked out better.

couples sometimes, need space away from each other but still be together.

they don't have to be joined at the hip 24/7.

and the whole trying to make Gran-Gran Lilith return to Adam against her will, even if those three were told not to.

is not a good thing, and we can make some guesses why she became a monster or seen as such later on.

both Gran-Gran Lilith & Gran-Gran Eve are human beings with feelings, and the reason why things got so messed up during those times might have to do with the imbalance and the whole hey lets neglect the matriarchy and give the patriarchy full focus.

and the balance seem to be getting a bit more better, but of course with some messed up stuff that had happen, like one of them being Covid-19, some angel-boys might be crossing lines they shouldn't.

hopefully the Divine Feminine energy will get stronger to stop the misbehaving Toxic-Masculine one, and have true balance with the good side of the Divine Masculine energy.

anyway, about that poll I made...

I hope some enjoyed it, and happy that Adam from Hazbin Hotel won. and next I will be posting a drawing that has Adam in it where he is a member of The S.A.P Squad.

the name makes sense once you see the drawing.

anyway, Congratulation to Adam (Hazbin Hotel) & Mammon (Helluva Boss) on their Engagement and their future Wedding. XD

PS:

and they can't get out of their Engagement either, The Eveningstar Princess and the rest of those who voted on that poll have spoken. lol

#do not reblog without permission #mature audiences only #mammon helluva boss #adam hazbin hotel #adammon #mammon x adam #poll results #poll winner #b*tch #censored #lilith hazbin hotel #april 2024

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catkimchi-ch33 · 14 days

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" Day in a Life of a Senior High Student "

April 13,2024 (Saturday)

I stayed up all night trying to finish my part in Research, so I woke up late today. I immediately went to the kitchen to eat my breakfast when I got up. Following that, I proceeded to play with our pet dogs and feed my cats. I then went to complete all of my tasks so that I could continue with my assignment. While doing my part in Research, I came to the realisation that completing a task requires a great deal of perseverance and hard work. I will admit that I struggle to stay up academically, but I try my hardest every day in the hopes that one day I will be able to make my parents proud.

April 14,2024 (Sunday)

I didn't sleep well last night, so when I woke up late and my head hurts . But I want to have a positive attitude and started my day with a prayer thanking God for giving me my loving parents, as well as a sister and brother who are very caring. I went to the kitchen as usual to eat and then finish my chores. I then carry on with doing my part in Research. I didn't do much today because my head hurts so bad. Despite how exhausted I am, I continue to push myself to do well in school for both my parents and myself.

April 15,2024 (Monday)

Despite not feeling well today, I made the effort to get out of bed so I wouldn't miss any important activities at school. After getting ready, we waited for the jeepney for what felt like an eternity, but thankfully, we weren't late. Arriving at school, I struggled with sleepiness, making it difficult to focus during our teachers' discussions. Today has been unproductive, and I'm disappointed in my performance on the quiz. Despite life's exhaustion, I typically strive to remain cheerful. However, today, I can't deny how weary and awful I feel.

#daily life #journal

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mellowyandere · 3 years

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One Hell of a Logical Ruse Part 1

Reader: F

Characters: Aizawa Shouta (Eraserhead)

Summary: Shouta loves a good game of cat and mouse, unfortunately for you the game’s a little rigged. This is somewhat of an experiment to try and write a smut scene from the male POV. Disclaimer I am not a man so uh yeah lmao.

Based off the pre-established fic You’re Ours to Protect.

Length: 4.5K

Warnings: non-con, yandere themes, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, praise kink

Aizawa Shouta was a rational man. He did his best to adhere to logic, and to never waste time with unnecessary action. And yet despite this, he absolutely loved watching you try to escape. You were pretty clever, even without him “accidentally” forgetting to lock the second story window that just so happened to be above some forgivingly soft shrubbery.

You probably would have figured some way out on your own, but something feral inside him didn’t want to wait around for you to act. Normally it was his ever-loud husband Hizashi that fell flat when it came to the notion of patience, but today he would relent to his own selfish desires.

Toshinori would have been utterly distressed had he been aware of the sleepy pros scheme. The number one was a man of swift action, seemingly never thinking twice before charging fist first into danger. He would not be happy Shouta was playing with you like this, but Toshinori and Hizashi wouldn’t be made aware of his little game with you. After all they had no idea he set this up, so they might genuinely try to punish you. He’d keep it quiet once he caught you and pretend it’s your little secret. Maybe you’d even be a little grateful if you believed he was saving your skin.

He rationalized his behavior by telling himself you seemed so bored, truly this was the perfect way to stimulate your mind and body. So when he heard the telltale sound of a body landing in bushes on the back side of the house he simply started a timer for 20 minutes to give you a bit of a head start.

Was it cruel to get your hopes up like this? Perhaps, but he’d make sure to fuck you senseless to alleviate the disappointment. After all, if you were a good girl you’d have settled into your life with them already. But you really did enjoy testing them, which brought out the side of him that wanted to put you in your place.

Giving himself a once over he made sure he had everything he would need for your inevitable return home. Well, now that you were basically quirkiness, all he needed was his capture weapon just in case you put up a struggle. He hadn’t decided yet if he was going to fuck you when he caught you, or if he was going to haul your cute ass home first.

Thinking about plowing into you with adrenaline still pumping through his veins from the hunt had some blood rushing below his belt. Well he could always just do both.

The shrill ringing of his phones alarm brought him back from his wandering thoughts. With a sadistic grin stretching wide across his face he headed for the front door.

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Three weeks. Three fucking weeks trapped inside that house with three insane men. Sure they might not beat you or starve you, but the constant belittling, undermining and infantilizing was about to drive you to insanity yourself. You almost jumped for joy when you noticed an unlocked window on the second floor in Hizashi’s and Shouta’s room. The blond man had a bad habit of using too much cologne, and his dark-haired counterpart was always having to air out the room when the radio star went overboard.

Eraserhead was normally very diligent about ensuring the window was sealed tight, but last night Toshinori had come home in a flurry of smoke and blood, sending his blond junior into hysterics. It was nothing serious, unfortunately, but Shouta had been the one to calm Hizashi and tend to the number ones injuries. Amidst all the ruckus he had left the window unlocked.

You knew Shouta would soon realize his mistake and lock the window down tight, leaving you with a small time frame to enact your grand escape. It wasn't ideal, but the best you had been able to do was wait for both blonds to leave, trapping you in the house with Shouta. Normally he let you be during the day, opting to nap and grade what appeared to be homework. Hopefully today would seem like just another day, and he wouldn’t think to check on you until dinner approached.

You found yourself perched on the window sill, ready to take flight. All you had were the clothes on your back, not wanting to make any suspicious noises that would tip you off. On the count of three you braced yourself and pushed off from the ledge, landing on the bushes below with a thud.

Fuck, that was a bit louder than you had anticipated. Ignoring your growing anxiety, you made quick work of escaping the clutches of the now flattened bush and took off into the woods on the back half of the house.

Your heart was hammering like mad in your chest as you sprinted as fast as you could. It was hardly fair that it was your first time outside in three weeks and you couldn’t even slow down to take it all in. Thankfully it was spring, meaning you wouldn’t have to worry about the cold. All you needed to do was find someone to get this stupid quirk canceling collar off and then you could safely recede into the background, making sure the three pros never found you again.

Easier said than done when one of those pros was All Might, and the other two were just as formidable, but you’d be damned if you didn’t try. You did your best to not leave a trail behind, but knew once Shouta figured out you were gone he’d have no trouble tracing your tracks. It was the unfortunately shitty reality you were dealing with.

Were you really going to be able to escape? Even now as you ran as fast as you could it felt like a fruitless endeavor. There were too many variables that had to line up perfectly in order for you to pull this off, and as you ran directionless through the woods no viable solutions were coming to you. Hell, even now your lungs were burning from exertion, legs begging you to stop.

But if there was one thing that you were it was stubborn. Stubborn to a fault sometimes, and so you pushed onwards. After what felt like an eternity of non-stop running you slowed to a walk. The forest seemed never ending, taunting you with its sprawling army of trees and shrubbery. You decided to be more mindful of the tracks you were leaving, veering off course in a way that would hopefully go undetected.

Now no longer running you simply kept your steps quiet and ears alert in case Shouta had already discovered your absence. He was good at his work, but even he had limitations.

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Shouta had to give credit where credit was due, you were better at this than he thought you’d be. If you were his student he’d be proud, but you were his prey so he was a bit annoyed. At first your tracks had been sloppy, easy to follow and incredibly straight forward. At some point though you had changed your approach, footsteps almost vanishing as you adopted a new tactic.

He found himself crouching low, inspecting leaves to see which you had accidentally broken. There were no more snapped limbs as you carefully maneuvered through the woods. If he wasn’t a pro at hunting people down you probably would have been able to evade him, but this was his livelihood.

Ever so carefully he followed your almost invisible trail. He had you beat in endurance so you’d have to settle somewhere eventually, and without food and water you were at a distinct disadvantage. Everything was lining up in his favor as he intended, even if you were making this a little harder than expected.

The anticipation of catching a glimpse of you, of watching you realize he was there and taking off, made his heart beat faster. The longer you evaded him, the more time he had to come up with a fun punishment for you.

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The sun had been directly overhead at the beginning of your escape, and was now kissing the horizon. Oranges and reds were thrown about the woods as the creatures of the night began to wake from their slumber. You listened to see if you could hear the chirping of frogs to find a water source but no luck.

There was no doubt in your mind that Shouta was 110% aware of your absence by now and was probably hot on your trail. You were zigzagging a bit, trying your best to not disturb the forest floor while making it harder to track you. Dammit this was the fucking worst, it had to have been at least 6 hours in these woods, and without any food or water you were famished.

And yet despite wandering about for 6 fucking hours you had yet to see anything besides the woods. Maybe you should just give up, sit down and accept defeat and whatever punishment you had awaiting you. You couldn’t help but shiver a bit at the fear of what that would entail.

As dusk quickly turned dark you debated on whether or not you were going to rest for the night. Visibility would be lower, giving you a slight edge, but Eraserhead was a night owl meaning you were entering his domain of peak performance. There was also no guessing if he was the only one looking for you. All Might could move faster than you could even comprehend and Present Mic was fine-tuned when it came to noise location.

Sighing in annoyance as your wayward thoughts shot holes through your confidence you decided to find somewhere to try and lay down for a bit. If all three were out hunting you down they could take turns and overlap the time so you never got to rest. As busy as they should be with hero work they always seemed to find too much time to hover around you.

Spotting some dense shrubbery, you crossed your fingers that any creepy crawlies would keep to themselves and carefully began to conceal yourself. Perhaps one of them would pass by and you could gain some intel. If you were lucky they’d write this area off after not finding you and search elsewhere.

Settling as comfortably as one could in a bush you closed your eyes and did your best to focus on the sounds around you. The melodic chirping of crickets was the most overwhelming of all the sounds. Skittering of small forest animals echoing around as well. Your mind began to desensitize to those sounds, the lack of adrenaline that pushed you along at the start of all this causing it to dip into unconsciousness.

That was until you heard the distinct snap of a branch. Eyes flying open you were on high alert as you kept still. You tried to hear if there would be any follow up sounds, knowing something of a decent size had to have broken the branch. If it had been a deer they would have simply kept moving, which made you all the more anxious.

“No more tracks kitten, I know you’re here somewhere. This little game dragged on a lot longer than I had anticipated so it seems there won’t be any way to hide this from Zashi and Toshinori.”

You wanted to scream. Even though you had tried your best it simply wasn’t enough against Eraserhead.

“If you come out kitten I’ll give you one last shot to run. Those bushes over there look like a mighty fine hiding spot for someone of your size.” His voice was pointed directly towards you.

FUCK. You couldn’t tell if he was bluffing or not at this point but he knew you were here, might as well come out with some dignity before he dragged you out kicking and screaming.

The bush rustled loudly as you forced your way out. You were tired, famished and most of all so frustrated you wanted to cry. You didn’t even need to look at him to know he had a condescending smirk plastered to his face.

“There’s my pretty kitty, did you have fun outside?”

Shouta knew just what to say to strike a nerve, but you held your tongue. “One last shot to run. You said so yourself. Ditch the capture weapon and catch me like a man, I mean unless you don’t think you can. I’m already quirkiness which is your gimmick on a regular day, so really you're just beating on someone while they're already down.” You looked up now, glaring at him as his smile grew in amusement.

“I’m going to have to be a lot more physical without it you know, I’ll have no choice but you manhandle you.”

“I’d rather take my chances.” You knew even without his capture weapon you didn’t stand much of a chance of escape. Your only goal now was to try and see how much he was willing to handicap himself.

“Gonna give me a head start or are you going to just run as soon as I do?”

At this Shouta had to keep himself from snarking back at you. He had already given you a head start, but if he told you this was all set up you’d probably lose the will to fight on. “Five minutes. I’ll give you five minutes to run as far as you can and then I’ll come after you,” he said while pulling out his phone.

“What about Toshinori and Hizashi?”

“At the house. I told them I’d handle this, Toshinori will be coming to get us though once I tell him game over. We’re pretty deep in the woods and I don’t feel like walking back for six hours.”

You nodded at his words. So it was just the two of you then. Your combat skills were nothing to write home about, but maybe if you fought dirty you could gain the upper hand.

“Alright, tell me when.”

“Oh, I already started it. You have 4 minutes and 17 seconds.”

Fucking asshole. You took off sprinting, running as fast as you could, only opting to slow to a jog once you thought you were out of earshot. You wanted him to believe you’d be trying your damndest to put distance between the two of you. But you knew you’d never outrun him. Instead you were going to continue jogging for a bit, counting down the seconds in your head so you didn’t lose track your timer.

Once your remaining time was up you were going to lay low and try to ambush him. He wouldn’t be paying as close attention to your trail since he knew he could easily catch up.

After the remaining 4 minutes had passed you found a decent sized tree to hide behind and worked on slowing down your breathing. It felt like your heart was going to chisel its way straight through your bones, your limbs trembling with anxiety. It wasn’t often you were hunted back when you were an anti-hero. Not many people knew who you were which made it incredibly easy to be looked over.

Scooping up handfuls of dirt you waited. You heard him before you saw him. He wasn’t bothering to take it slow, seemingly eager to get it over with. He ran right past you, noticing you a second too late as dirt and debris were chucked straight into his face.

He yelled out in surprise, hands reaching out to grab you but you jumped out of reach. True to his word his capture weapon was nowhere in sight. Screaming in anger you lunged at him, nails attempting to claw his face but his own larger hands were working on wiping off your dirt assault, effectively blocking you.

He stumbled back a bit, unprepared for your hostility, before steadying himself and turning the tables back on you. In one swift motion his fist collided with your gut, forcing the air from your lungs. Your arms came down to protect where he had hit as you wheezed pathetically. Seconds later his larger frame came crashing into you, easily knocking you to the ground.

You cried out in pain, head hitting the ground a bit too hard as stars danced behind your eyes.

“Not very smart of you Y/N, I mean it beats trying to outrun me, but really? Dirt? It’s like you want me to punish you or something.”

“GET OFF ME!”

Placing a hand on the back of your head he pushed you down while his other arm pulled the lower half of your body flush against him. You could feel his erection pressing up against your ass.

You were a snarling sobbing mess at this point. All your emotions crashing down at once as you thrashed below Shouta.

“Easy now easy, calm down kitten. You did really good, better than I thought you were going to. If you calm down I might be willing to reduce your punishment, but you have to stop throwing a fit first.”

Despite his words Shouta was enjoying almost every second of your thrashing. The only thing he didn’t enjoy was knowing how disappointed you were right now. Anyone would be after coming so far. Now was his chance to make it up to you before giving Toshinori the go ahead.

As your struggles subsided the only movement from your body was from your gentle sobs. Shouta for his part was slowly grinding his hard cock against your ass as he softly shushed you.

“I know you’re disappointed kitten but I’ll make you feel better. If you’re a good girl for me I’ll be willing to look past that little dirt tactic. You’re such a smart girl though, you really did catch me by surprise.”

Leaning down he began to whisper into your ear, removing the hand from your head and bringing it down to your clothed pussy.

“You always were resourceful, it’s one of the things I fell in love with about you. If only you were a hero, but then again if you were I wouldn’t have had the fun of hunting you down.”

You felt your stomach drop at his words. All three of them enjoyed reminiscing about how they first saw you and all their subsequent actions that lead to your imprisonment. The effort they had put into bringing you “home”. It was beyond disturbing.

“Please Shouta, not here. Can we, can we just go home first?”

“Maybe if I had found you 4 hours ago, but right now you’re treading on very thin ice. Be a good girl for me and I’ll make sure Hizashi and Toshinori don’t punish you too harshly when we get back.”

His large hand was pawing at your clothed sex, black hair draping over your own face as his body curled around you. He slowly rutted against you, excited huffs of air ghosting across the side of your face. You could practically feel his heart vibrating against your back he was so worked up.

He gently rubbed his stubble against the side of your face, composure slipping a bit. While Shouta absolutely loved how feisty you could be, nothing compared to when you submitted to him. He craved the feeling of your tired body giving in to his ministrations, but he needed more.

His hand quickly slipped between your pants and underwear, index finger eagerly aiming for your folds. He couldn’t care less that you were sweaty and dirty from the hunt. Right now all he could think about was the softness of your exposed flesh, and much to his delight, the slight wetness to your outer lips.

“Seems like someone likes being caught more than they let on hmm kitten?”

He couldn't help but taunt you a bit, loving the way you sniffled and whimpered beneath him. You knew when to behave yourself, when to be good for him. Arousal was flooding his veins. The way it felt to rub himself against your perfect ass, even through layers of clothes, had his mind blanking out.

Your core was warm, even without him dipping a finger inside. Gently he began to delve deeper, gathering up your arousal to spread around. Your pants were starting to bother him a bit, retracting his hands he made quick work of not only your bottoms, but his as well. You remained still for him, opting to sulk like a child as he prepared to ravish you.

You were too cute like this, and with the lower half of your body on full display he couldn't help but groan in delight. Bringing a hand down he slapped your ass hard, mesmerized by the way your flesh gave way. You yelped in surprise, body rutting forward. His cock twitched as he palmed your sore flesh, cooing softly in apology. You glared back at him, pretty little face set in a pout.

As much as he wanted to slap your ass until you cried for him to stop he restrained himself. Although this was a punishment, he had set you up. He would go easy on you, not forgetting his promise to himself to help you forget the frustration you were feeling right now.

Whenever you got angry you opted to stop talking, instead waiting for a moment of weakness to strike or quietly accept your fate. Judging by your defeated expression he could safely assume the latter

Folding himself over you he brought his hand back down to your pussy, thumb working slow circles on your clit while he middle finger delved deeper. Your entrance was a bit tight, but with gentle persistence he worked his way inside.

Your velvety inner walls clamped down on him. He couldn’t help but rut his aching cock against your bare ass as his mind drifted to the feeling of you clamping down on his arousal instead. Your whines of protest only further spurring on his overwhelming need to be inside you.

Adding a second finger he began to pump into you with a bit more urgency. Your slick was quickly coating his hand as he hit all the spots he knew would work you up to your orgasm. Groaning in delight he brought his lips to your exposed neck, sucking and nipping at your soft flesh.

He loved when he could tell you were getting close. Your warm walls would clamp down on him, breathy mewls and moans escaping your soft lips. You were rocking back into him, uncaring of the fact that you were grinding against him as you chased your release. In these moments you abandoned your resolve to fight against him, and he happily took advantage of that. After all, if your body knew what you wanted, surely your mind would catch up one day.

Your moans were more audible now, hands grasping at the forest floor. Your back was arched into him, desperate to use him. So close, you were so close he knew it, and right before you could finish he pulled his hand away. He laughed as you huffed in frustration.

“Shouta pl-please.” Fuck, he loved it when you begged. It didn’t happen often with how stubborn you were but when it did he knew he had to comply.

Instead of verbally responding he opted to do what he wanted to all night long. Lining up the tip of his cock to your entrance he groaned at the heat radiating off you. Pumping his hand along his length a couple times to lube himself up with your excess fluid he pushed the tip in. You stilled beneath him, and in one swift movement he fully sheathed himself.

His mind went blank as you cried out in pleasure, wet walls convulsing around him as your orgasm tore through you. He held still, opting to gently pet you while cooing softly down at you. Before he met you, even with Hizashi, he had never been very vocal during sex. But now he couldn’t stop himself from babbling a bit, praising you for being such a good girl.

As your body stilled in his arms he continued to plant kisses along your delicate neck. Your soft sniffles made his heart clench a bit, how was it possible for you to be so damn cute?

“Alright kitten now it’s my turn. No pulling anything stupid, I won’t take long.”

This whole hunt had been one giant tease, working him up in a way he normally wouldn’t allow himself. Pulling out he groaned at the feeling of his cock sliding against you. Moving his hands he grabbed your waist, eyes transfixed on where you were joined. Your back was arched as you braced yourself on your elbows, presenting yourself to him.

His mind clouded over, blood opting to drag his attention elsewhere. He began to push back in, desperate to feel you surrounding him. Setting a tempo he pulled about halfway out before slamming back in, loving the way your body moved as you bounced off him.

His hands dug into your supple flesh, possibly leaving bruises. He could feel the oncoming of his own orgasm, the muscles in his lower abdomen pulsating. He was panting, heart racing in his rib cage as his eyes rolled back into his head. He didn’t have the patience to edge himself today, he needed this, needed you.

He loved hearing the way your breath was forced from your lungs when he fully sheathed himself inside you. He knew he was overstimulating you a bit, but the part of him that needed to find his own release didn’t pay that fact much mind. All he could think about was the way it felt to be one with you, lost inside your soft warmth.

After only a couple more minutes of relentlessly pounding into you he couldn’t hold it back any longer. A wave like sensation rushed through his body as his hips stuttered. He folded over you, wrapping his arms around you as he felt his hot cum rush through his cock and fill your body. The emotions rushing through him as he released into you, the woman he loved, were indescribable.

It didn’t take long for his muscles to relax, euphoria swept away by the need to take a nap washing over him. You had long since stopped crying, remaining motionless beneath him. He wondered what was going through your mind as he held you flush against him.

“Sho-Shouta.” So meek, so quiet. His heart fluttered a bit. “Can we go home now... I want to take a shower.”

Chuckling softly he pulled himself out, groaning a bit at the feeling of overstimulation as your warm walls dragged against him. Leaning away he smiled as his cum leaked out your pussy.

“Yes kitten we can go home. I’ll make sure to clean you up.”

You groaned in protest, hating when they insisted on washing you. He knew you liked your privacy but Hizashi and Toshinori were still going to want to punish you. He’d keep close by to keep them from being too harsh.

Pulling up his pants he fished his phone out of his pocket, rolling his eyes at the sheer quantity of missed calls from the two aforementioned. Poor little kitten, it didn’t look like you’d be getting off easy.

#tw: noncon #yandere aizawa #yandere aizawa shouta #yandere eraserhead #yandere x reader #yandere x you #aizawa x reader #yandere shouta aizawa #aizawa shouta x reader

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iliveiloveiwrite · 3 years

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winged cupid painted blind // Anthony Bridgerton

Request: I’d really love something based on love story by Taylor Swift. The lines “We keep quite cuz we’re dead if they knew” and “take me somewhere we can be alone” stick out to me // I was thinking that the reader could be from a family that isn’t well off and her and Anthony meet at a ball somehow. They create a ruse that she’s from a well known family so that the gossips in the ton don’t attack her because Anthony has fallen in love with a “commoner.” All the Bridgertons are in on the ruse and at the end of the story Anthony proposes - @whovianwholikesgirls

A/N: Why is it that every Bridgerton fic I write, I end up writing thousands and thousands of words? This is long and I am sorry for that! As always, I hope I have done your request justice and that I hope you like!

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: she/her pronouns, female reader, class divides, pining, mutual pining, lots of fluff, dancing, kissing, happy ending, Anthony in love.

Word count: 7.7k

Madame Delacroix’s took up the central property on the most prosperous street coming just off of Grosvenor Square. The most popular modiste in London, many of society’s richest families flocked to her door in order to claim their own dress made by the talented seamstress.

Anthony sighs as he climbs down from the carriage. His mother must be in a particular benevolent mood to send him to pick up her newest dress from the modiste. Anthony would much rather be spending his day at his club, but he finds himself ringing the modiste’s bell for service.

“Monsieur Bridgerton!” Madame Delacroix smiles, delighted at the sight of the Viscount. “How can I help you?” She asks, her smile turning flirtatious.

Anthony responds with his own flirtatious smile. “I’m here to pick up a dress for my mother.”

“Of course, of course,” Madame Delacroix sings, “I have it over here. I finished it last night. It is divine!”

“My mother will surely thank you,” Anthony states earnestly, his gaze dancing around the room filled to the brim with fabrics and ribbons, models and hoops.

“No need,” Madame Delacroix, “The Bridgertons are my best customers.”

Anthony takes the offered box, marvelling at the lightness of its weight. For all the skirts, for all the numerous pieces of fabric that go into making a dress, Anthony will always remain shocked at the featherlight weight of it.

“Will Lady Bridgerton be wearing this to the Hastings’ ball tonight?” The modiste asks, her tone light as she tries her best to keep the burning curiosity out of her voice.

“Most likely,” Anthony smiles, tipping his head in goodbye.

The modiste calls out her goodbyes as Anthony walks out the door. He doesn’t pay much attention to where he is going; only knowing that he needs to turn left in order to reach his carriage. The very thought has him rushing, safe in the knowledge that the quicker he got his done, the quicker he would be at his club.

It’s that self-indulgent thought that had Anthony distracted enough to walk into something hard.

“Oh!” A feminine voice gasps as Anthony catches her elbow whilst keeping a tight hold on the dress box.

“My apologies,” Anthony offers, steadying the unknown woman.

“You’re forgiven,” She murmurs dryly, turning her attention back to the seamstresses window.

“You aren’t hurt, are you?”

“No, I’m perfectly fine. Thank you for your concern, Lord Bridgerton.”

“My pleasure, Miss…”

“(Y/L/N).”

“My pleasure, Miss (Y/L/N),” Anthony repeats, adjusting the dress box in his hands. He goes to say something else but notices her slyly counting the money in her purse, watching her frown when she realises she cannot afford the prices set by Madame Delacroix.

“Have a nice day, Lord Bridgerton,” Miss (Y/L/N) remarks, stepping away from the Viscount to begin her walk home. She didn’t need a Viscount to be witness to her money troubles; she had thought she had enough, but the prices must have been increased since the last time she had wandered past the window. It would be another two weeks of saving before she could afford a new set of ribbons; it wasn’t worth it at this point, she sighed to herself.

“You too!” Anthony shouts to her retreating figure, feeling upset on her behalf that she could not afford the ribbons she was so dazedly admiring. Shaking off the uncomfortable feeling, Anthony climbs into the carriage, thinking of the young woman all the way home.

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“Jayne!” (Y/N) laughs, “Slow down! I’m going to lose a shoe.”

“Alright, Cinderella,” Jayne snickers, slowing her pace as she climbs the winding staircase to the home of the Duke and Duchess of Hastings.

“Have you ever seen such a home?” (Y/N) gasps; eyes widening as she takes in the grand structure. The brickwork is immaculate; many red bricks painted black to give the impression of a crosshatch pattern spreading across the building. This is only highlighted by the many windows; all seemingly lit by a countless number of candles and sconces.

“(Y/N)!” Jayne shouts, “Stop admiring the building! We have a dance to get to.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” (Y/N) laughs, hurrying after her friend who has already handed over their invitation.

Jayne grips (Y/N)’s hand tightly as they enter the ballroom together. The event is in full swing; the dancefloor already full with couples dancing a quadrille.

“Would you dance with me?” The handsome brunette asks of Jayne, staring at her hopefully. Jayne casts her gaze to (Y/N), not wanting to leave her friend, but wanting very much to dance with the handsome man.

(Y/N) nudges Jayne forward, answering for her. “She would be delighted.”

Jayne sends her a thankful smile as she joins more and more couples on the dancefloor.

The drinks table isn’t busy at all as (Y/N) wanders over. She makes sure to keep an eye on Jayne, watching her dance with what looks to be a Rokesby. (Y/N) shakes her head fondly at her friend; ten minutes into a ball and she’s already caught the attention of a member of one of the richest families in England.

Turning her attention away from her friend, (Y/N) reaches for a glass of lemonade when her hand brushes with a man clearly wanting the same glass. (Y/N) pulls her hand away, not wanting to cause any trouble at a ball she wasn’t even invited to.

“My apologies,” She murmurs, grabbing another glass from the many.

“You’re forgiven,” A voice drawls. (Y/N) glances upwards through her lashes to find Anthony Bridgerton watching her with a confused expression.

“Lord Bridgerton,” (Y/N) greets, curtseying lightly at the sight of her superior.

Anthony nods. He remains silent as he stands next to her; it’s not an awkward silence, rather, one where (Y/N) can practically hear the cogs and gears winding in Anthony’s mind, trying to figure out where he knows her from. If he knows her at all.

“I met you this morning,” Anthony recalls suddenly, snapping his fingers together when he remembers why he recognises the woman standing next to him.

“You almost knocked me over,” She states wryly, lifting her glass to her lips to take a tentative sip of the lukewarm lemonade.

“I believe I apologised for that, Miss (Y/L/N).”

“Call me (Y/N). And I forgave you,” She states simply, “But It doesn’t mean I’m going to let you forget it, however.”

“I’d be disappointed in you, if you did.”

(Y/N) laughs. The very sound music to Anthony’s ears and he briefly wonders whether he could have the sound imprinted on his brain; to hear her laughter for an eternity.

“What are you doing here?” Anthony asks, taking a pull of his lemonade before wrinkling his nose. Too sweet, not sour enough. “Are you here with your parents?”

“I wasn’t technically invited,” She confesses to the Viscount in a conspiratorial whisper. Anthony’s eyes widen when her words land, “What?”

“I came to chaperone my friend, Jayne. You may know her, she’s Lord Dorchester’s daughter.”

Anthony nods; he knew the man well, drank with him a few times at his club – dreadfully dull with a fascination for military history. Much like many of the men of his father’s generation.

“Anyway,” (Y/N) continues, “Jayne wanted to go, but needed a chaperone as her mother has taken ill – nothing serious thankfully. I was the next best option so here I am.”

“Here you are,” Anthony parrots, enunciating every syllable as his eyes pour over her figure. “If you weren’t invited, what do you do for a living?”

“I’m a governess for Lord and Lady Saville,” She answers proudly; a happy smile on her face as she thinks of her students.

“I hated my governess,” Anthony confesses with a laugh. “I don’t care much for Latin which she knew so she would make me do double the work.”

(Y/N) snorts. “Latin is a very useful language; it’s a good skill to have.”

“I know that now,” Anthony gripes, “I just didn’t know that at ten years old.”

Silence descends between them. Again, not uncomfortable, but a natural stopping point in their conversation. After all, titled gentleman such as the man stood beside her didn’t speak to her occupation outside of a brief conversation about their child’s progress in their education.

(Y/N) places her finished glass of lemonade back on the table before smoothing out the deep blue skirts of her borrowed dress. She clears her throat, ready to make her excuses and check on Jayne when Anthony speaks first.

“Would you care to dance?”

“Pardon?”

“Would you like to dance with me?”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Why not?”

“I’m a governess, Lord Bridgerton.”

“Call me Anthony, please.”

“That still doesn’t change the fact that you’re supposed to dance with someone of your own class, Anthony.”

“I don’t want to dance with them. I want to dance with you.”

His argument is straight to the point; no beating around the bush that (Y/N) finds it hard to find fault with it. Instead, she sighs, “One dance.”

“One dance,” Anthony promises, holding out his hand for her to grasp.

She didn’t expect to find herself the centre of the Viscount’s attention, but she cannot bring herself to mind much. Not as he holds out a hand for her to take; not as he leads to her to the dancefloor and not as he settles a palm against her lower back. The feel of his hand feeling so right that she loses the power of speech.

The music begins and (Y/N) travels to a new place entirely. The room melts away; the couples, the families. They all disappear. The only two people in the room are her and Anthony; his blue eyes fixed on her as they start to circle the room in waltz. There’s no need for conversation; all words passed by looks alone.

When the music dies and the room fades back into view, (Y/N) only wonders whether she would feel like this again, whether they would be anyone to make her feel like this again. As Anthony bows and kisses her hand, (Y/N) has her answer.

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He doesn’t stop thinking about her. She left soon after they finished dancing; her friend finding her and asking whether she was ready to leave. Anthony wanted to argue; wanted to reach for (Y/N) and pull her back to his embrace where they could dance the night away.

Anthony returned home and went straight to his room. He undressed mechanically; still thinking of her as he slipped between his sheets and tried to fall asleep only to find that sleep was a fickle friend that would not be granting him a visit tonight.

He remains awake; thinking of every aspect of her. He didn’t think he would see her again after the modiste; it was a shock to find her at the ball, but he took the opportunity with both hands to find that he had quickly become infatuated with her.

Could this be called love? Anthony rolls over in bed; tangling himself up in the sheets as he runs a hand up and down his bare chest, thinking the question over and over.

He felt as if he had hit by the arrow of Cupid; as if he had handed himself over voluntarily to be pricked with one of the god’s arrows. He’s never felt like this; no woman had ever kept him awake at night in such a manner.

Groaning, Anthony reaches for the pillow on the other side of the bed, hugging it to his chest. All the while, he dreams it was her body he was pressing close to.

The day after the Ball, Anthony strides from his study to his mother’s drawing room. There, he sits next to his beloved mother, and asks her to gather his siblings for a family meeting.

They arrive one by one. The youngest arriving first; a simple call from the bottom of the stairs has Gregory and Hyacinth rushing to the drawing room, each one adamant that they didn’t do it, but rather their sibling. Anthony shakes his head in exasperation, not wanting to know what they were referring to and instead, asks them to take a seat on the pale blue couch in front of the window.

Over the course of an hour, Anthony’s family arrive. Each one just as curious as the last, each one just as questioning as the last. “Why have you gathered us here, Anthony?” Daphne sighs, her hand resting on Simon’s knee.

“I’ve met someone,” Anthony announces. He frowns at the shocked gasps from Daphne and Eloise; was he really so incapable of finding himself a wife? He ignores the jibes from them both, turning to face his dear mother.

Violet Bridgerton sits in her favourite chair; the one next to it empty as it has been for the last decade. Edmund Bridgerton died so suddenly, and their love was so strong, Anthony knew that there was no recovery from it. “Do we know her?” She asks; her face showing the happiness she feels for her eldest son.

“No,” Anthony sighs, settling down next to his youngest sister, Hyacinth. She offers him a sweet smile as he sits; Anthony cannot help but return the smile and ruffle her hair. When the moment is over, Anthony focuses his attention back onto his family who he finds is watching him intently. “She’s a governess,” He admits, straightening in his seat.

“A respectable profession,” Eloise states with a smile. Anthony feels a rush of affection for his sister; he had always been wary for her outspokenness, but right now, he could thank her heartily.

“What’s the problem, Anthony?” Eloise continues, crossing her ankles, leaning forward in interest.

“I think she may have feelings for me as well, but she’s hesitant to act on them because of our differences.”

“Differences?” Hyacinth questions curiously; unaware of such class differences at such a young age.

“(Y/N) is a governess. I am a Viscount,” Anthony explains, “It would be the subject of gossip for years to come should anything happen between us.”

“So we come up with another story,” Francesca suggests, shrugging her shoulders as if her suggestion was always the answer.

“Another story?” Daphne wonders, eyes glancing between her husband and her family.

“We create a ruse,” Francesca explains to her elder sister. “A story for (Y/N) and Anthony to follow when out in public.”

“Do you think she would go along with this?” Benedict asks; his tone wary as he thinks of the possible implications this could have for his family.

Anthony remains silent, tapping a finger against his cheek as he thinks of whether (Y/N) would follow such a ruse. “Why don’t we ask her? I can send a summons.”

Violet, who had been watching the whole exchange in silence, nods. “Send her a message asking her to come as quick as she can. Tell her it isn’t an emergency, but that you would like to talk to her.”

Anthony nods; rushing from the drawing room to his study to pen such a message. After that, he calls on one of the footmen, handing them the letter and the strict duty of delivering this to (Y/N) personally. The footman nods; his face serious as he takes the letter from his employer’s hand, all but sprinting out of the door.

Anthony returns to the drawing room; taking his seat next to Hyacinth.

“Did you send the missive?” Violet asks. Anthony nods; doing his best to keep his heart from beating right out of his chest. “I sent it with one of the footmen,” He answers, “It shouldn’t be long now.”

His family all nod, breaking off into separate conversations whilst Anthony remains stoic and silent. His leg bounces repeatedly; the only outward sign of his anxiety. Internally, he nerves were fraught. He couldn’t help but wonder whether this was all too much; he knew from their first meeting that Anthony would do anything for her, but if (Y/N) didn’t return such feelings then it was all for nothing.

Worries and thoughts continue to plague him as Anthony catches sight of Daphne leaning into Simon. It’s a small movement, almost imperceptible, but Anthony cannot miss the devoted smile that crosses Simon’s face when he feels his wife press against him.

Longing breaks within Anthony’s chest, spreading through his body, leaving behind an ache that he doesn’t know how to heal.

“Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” introduces the Butler, breaking Anthony’s longing in half.

He stands all too fast, appearing all too eager. Anthony shoots a glare in his brother’s direction when he hears their sniggering.

(Y/N) rushes into the room; her eyes filled with panic when she finds herself in front of the whole Bridgerton clan. “Anthony?” She whispers; her eyes finally meeting his from across the room.

“(Y/N),” He breathes, “Thank you for coming.”

“You told me not to worry, but you sounded so urgent.”

“We wanted to talk to you,” He explains, gesturing to his whole family. “Why don’t you take a seat?”

(Y/N) sits; her mind running a thousand miles a minute as she finds herself being watched by every Bridgerton/Basset in the room. The room is silent; too silent – no-one dares broach the subject first. They don’t want to anger Anthony or ruin his chances with (Y/N).

“Whatever is the matter?” (Y/N) finally asks, breaking the silence.

“We’ve come to understand that you and Anthony have feelings for each other,” Violet states quite plainly.

(Y/N) fidgets, somewhat uncomfortable with this line of questioning. “I guess you could say that,” She offers, smiling smally at the aforementioned man.

“We also know that you’re worried about the differences between Anthony and yourself,” Violet continues to which Eloise huffs, crossing her arms in anger at the state of the class differences within England.

“It’s not so much worried,” (Y/N) explains, “It’s more resigned to the fact.”

Violet nods, understanding where the young governess is coming from. “Francesca,” Violet starts, nodding to the brunette sitting by one of Anthony’s brothers, “Has come up with an idea that we would like to run by you.”

“Oh?”

“It would mean that you and Anthony would be able to begin a courtship.”

(Y/N) feels herself flush; her face heating with how open the Bridgerton family were about their emotions. Their family unit so healthy and happy that everyone felt at ease to talk about whatever was on their minds.

“What did you have in mind?” (Y/N) asks, turning to face Francesca who responds with a large smile.

“We’re going to create a backstory for you. Not something terribly complicated, but something that you and Anthony can follow whilst out in public.”

“Okay…” (Y/N) whispers hesitantly, “What’s the backstory you’ve created?”

Francesca begins to look sheepish. “I haven’t thought of that part yet… I didn’t think Anthony would go for the first part.”

(Y/N) laughs; a light and airy sound that has Anthony straightening in his seat, smiling automatically. “Why don’t we come up with it together?”

“So you’re willing to go along with it?” Anthony asks; his voice unwaveringly hopeful as he refuses to look at anyone but (Y/N).

Something in his face has her nodding. “For as long as you’ll have me,” She answers earnestly, almost breathless when Anthony smiles widely in return.

“This is what I’ve thought of so far,” Colin announces, breaking the moment between Anthony and (Y/N).

The family turn to Colin to find him sat forward on his seat, an eager look across his face as he begins to lay out his plans. Anthony smiles and nods; happy with every word leaving his brother’s mouth.

(Y/N) cannot help but feel an ounce of doubt; not so much at the plan, but for longevity of it. How long would it be before Anthony realised she was not worth it? How long would it before the class difference between them became too much? She dreaded the day but knew it would be upon her before she realised.

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The annual picnic in Hyde Park drew in every affable family in London. After all, it was another excuse for mother’s to parade their daughters to the many eligible gentleman. For the gentlemen, it was a free lunch with whichever gazebo they chose to throw themselves upon.

The Bridgertons had been attending this picnic for many years; their station in society meaning that they were personally invited by the monarch. Violet took pride in her set up, making sure her cook’s famous biscuits were on display and that there was plenty of tea to go around. She also ensured that her family had the perfect view of the Serpentine; not too close for her children to fall in, but not too far for it to be out of sight. It was not a sorry affair.

(Y/N) had joined the family happily; talking briefly with Colin and Eloise before Hyacinth monopolised her attention. (Y/N) didn’t mind; she had taught many young girls the same age as Hyacinth and found them all a delight to educate. Hyacinth would be no different.

It wasn’t long, however, before Anthony joined her side. His hand settled comfortably on the small of her back, liking the way that she stepped closer to him, as if wanting to be in his presence all the time.

“Did you have fun the other night?” Anthony questions, thinking back to Daphne’s ball when (Y/N) had smiled at him as he lead her across the dancefloor.

(Y/N) smiles. “I did. I had a lot of fun.”

“How are you feeling about our ruse?” Anthony queries, catching sight of Lady Featherington marching across the many blankets in the direction of the Bridgerton patch.

“Confident,” (Y/N) answers, “Why do you ask?”

Anthony smiles; shifting his position slightly so he can hear every word of the conversation about to happen. He ducks his head, his mouth close to her ear as he answers, “Because it’s about to be put to the test.”

“Lady Bridgerton,” Lady Featherington calls; her gaudy green gown shimmering in the sunlight as she teeters her way to the matriarch of the fine family.

“Lady Featherington,” Violet greets, her voice as polite as ever. “How are you?”

Lady Featherington smiles at Violet; her gaze glancing around the colourful blankets and gazebo set out for the Bridgerton family to remain comfortable as the picnic progresses. Lady Featherington smiles when her eyes find the figure she was looking for. (Y/N) stands to the side, wrapped up in a conversation with Anthony that certainly looks to be a private one.

Lady Featherington nods towards (Y/N); the fascinator attached to her threatening to slip into her eyes. “You have a new addition to your family, Lady Bridgerton,” Lady Featherington states; no infliction of a question but one inferred all the same.

“(Y/N) is a distant friend of the family,” Violet answers breezily, “She hails from a wealthy family just outside of Leeds.”

“Leeds?”

Violet nods. “Yes, Leeds. It’s just over 20 miles outside of York, perhaps you’ve been?”

Lady Featherington smiles tightly at Violet. She smooths down the green panels of her dress. “A handful of times, Lady Bridgerton. After all, my side of the family hails from Manchester. The two aren’t so far removed.”

“Of course,” Violet appeases, “How does your family fare? I’d heard your mother was ill.”

Lady Featherington continues to smile graciously at the Dowager Viscount. Her eyes are brimming with warning and curiosity, but her smile is forced. “Mother is doing much better, she travelled to the coast. The latest journals are saying sea air helps with fragile conditions.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

Lady Featherington nods her thanks to Violet before making her excuses. Violet’s shoulders shake with silent laughter as she watches the notorious gossip walk away from her gazebo. Lady Featherington’s shoulders are tight with displeasure as she marches back to her own plot.

Violet returns to the stitching in her lap after a brief glance towards her youngest children. Gregory and Hyacinth occupied with Benedict and Colin as the older of the set teach their younger siblings games from their youth. Violet smiles at her children; content to return to the pattern at hand, the Dutch Tulips would not stitch themselves.

“What was Lady Featherington talking to you about?” Anthony asks. His face the very picture of innocence as he breaks his mother’s concentration and grabs two biscuits – one for him, the other he hands to (Y/N).

“She was fishing for information on our dear (Y/N),” Violet comments, observing her stitching to ensure it remains straight. “She didn’t find out a thing other than what we discussed.”

(Y/N) lets out a relieved breath. “Thank you, Lady Bridgerton.”

Violet waves away her gratitude with a dismissive hand. “You’re making my son happy; I’ll protect that and you with all that I have.”

(Y/N) flounders for a moment at the quick acceptance by Violet. She smiles at the matriarch; whispering her thanks to Violet, ducking her head as she tries to come to terms with rush of emotions coursing through her body.

Anthony returns his attention to the conversation; his mind no longer focused on way to distract Lady Featherington. He flashes a smile in (Y/N)’s direction; his heart racing when she sends her own smile back.

“(Y/N) and I are going to promenade, mother. You’ll be fine without us?”

Violet snorts. “Yes, dear. I have my seven other children to keep me company.”

Anthony rolls his eyes fondly at his mother. He presses a sweet kiss to her cheek before offering (Y/N) his arm.

They amble along the path; all the while aware of the maid sent by Violet shortly after they departed. Violet trusts (Y/N) implicitly, but she knows the reputation of her eldest son. The poor opera singer being prime evidence of his abilities to break hearts as quickly as he mends them.

“You look beautiful, by the way. In case I haven’t told you,” Anthony flirts, a handsome smile spreading across his face.

“You haven’t, but I’ll take the compliment now.”

Anthony laughs, throwing his head back in delight as they both pause their walk. “You are though,” Anthony murmurs, reaching out to brush a finger down (Y/N)’s cheek, “You’re beautiful.”

(Y/N) averts her gaze; her cheeks flushing from the unexpected compliment. Anthony glances on either side of them, catching sight of the maid only a few feet away, doing her best to nonchalantly follow them. Anthony turns his attention back to the woman in front of him, desperate for a moment alone with her. A wicked grin spreads across his face, “Follow me.”

“What?”

“Follow me,” Anthony repeats, stepping off the path and onto the grass. He gestures to a faint path; one less travelled. “Do you trust me?”

(Y/N) answers by taking his outstretched hand, letting herself be led down the lesser known path.

Their pace slows when they are certain they have lost their chaperone. (Y/N) feels a twinge of guilt as she thinks of the poor maid who was only doing what she was asked by her employer, but then she catches sight of the unbridled glee on Anthony’s face and her guilt is quickly replaced by anticipation.

“Where are we going?” She asks; her voice jostling slightly as she tries to watch Anthony and not trip over any loose twigs or stones.

“Nowhere in particular,” Anthony confesses, “I just wanted you to myself for a little bit.”

His pace slows; they’re a good distance away from the picnic party, they wouldn’t be interrupted by anyone.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Anthony wonders as he comes to a stop. His hands settle on her waist and she has do all that she can to focus on the conversation and not the fact that she can feel the heat of his skin through the fabric of her dress.

“You can tell me anything.”

“I like spending time with you. You make me…” Anthony trails off as he thinks of the word, “Happy. Yes, you make me happy.”

“You make me happy too.”

“If you want me to stop,” Anthony whispers, bending to press a line of kisses from her cheek to the corner of her mouth, “You need to tell me now.”

“Don’t stop,” She whispers, fisting her hands in the lapels of his jacket, tugging him forward.

Anthony kissed her carefully, as if afraid he would ruin her from the very moment their lips touched. What he didn’t realise, however, was that he had ruined her from the instant they met. He might not have realised it, but she knew. She knew that from that one conversation, that one touch to her elbow, she would be ruined for other men.

His mouth is gentle, hesitant. By the way he groans low in his throat, Anthony does not expect (Y/N) to react the way she does. Gasping against his mouth, pressing herself against him as her lips open under his. The kiss becomes hurried; oxygen becoming a distant thought of the past as (Y/N) tastes the lemon biscuits Anthony had stolen from his mother’s table.

Breaking the kiss, the couple each suck in ragged breaths. Shy smiles break out across either of their faces, not having expected such a thing to happen to between them. A short laugh leaves Anthony’s lips as he keeps (Y/N) wrapped up in his embrace. Neither of them feel the need to say a word; happy to let the time pass between them in complete silence.

“We should probably get back,” (Y/N) eventually murmurs against Anthony’s cheek, the slight stubble scratching her skin.

Anthony releases a choked sound. “I don’t want to,” He confesses, “I want to stay here with you.”

(Y/N) pulls back, brushing a gloved hand against Anthony’s cheek. He leans into the touch; finding himself enraptured by the woman in front of him. “I want to stay with you too,” She whispers, “But your family will be looking for us.”

Anthony sighs, breaking the embrace entirely. He holds her hand; tangling their fingers together. If he could, he wouldn’t let go of her at all. He would keep her with him at all times; he likes to be in her presence, doesn’t want to be without it. However, society and duty calls, and he must return. However, he would be damned if he was to let go of her hand before then.

“Alright,” He concedes, beginning the walk back to the picnic.

The walk is quiet, but comfortable. Their hands remained tangled even as they arrive back to the Bridgertons. His brother’s throw Anthony a knowing glance which Anthony ignores. He knows his mother will have a strict word with him later, but he has more pressing matters on his mind – his future and the woman now sitting with his youngest siblings.

He’s found his forever; he just needs to keep it.

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“Miss (Y/L/N),” the Butler begins, interrupting the governess as she marks her student’s latest set of handwriting, “A Viscount Bridgerton to see you?”

“Oh!” She gasps, standing from her seat far too quickly. The inkpot on her desk spills, sapphire blue ink spreading across the multitude of papers thrown about her desk. As she watches the puddle grow, she begins to feel a deep sense of dread spread through her being.

“Shall I show him in?” The Butler asks, also watching the ink stain spread.

“Have you already made Lord and Lady Saville aware of his presence?”

“Yes, miss. They’re the ones who told me to fetch him to you.”

“Then yes, show him in please,” (Y/N) answers, staring forlornly at the ruined paper and wasted ink. The Butler makes a sympathetic noise before opening the door further for Anthony to enter.

“Darling,” Anthony greets. He goes to speak further but spies the growing blue stain. “What happened here?”

“I stood up too quickly,” (Y/N) complains. “It’s gone everywhere, and I can’t afford another bottle right now.”

“That’s no problem. I’ll get you a bottle.”

(Y/N) fixes the man with an unimpressed look. “No you won’t. I don’t want you buying things for me.”

“It won’t be bought. I have a stock of ink back at Bridgerton House due to the amount of correspondence I have. You can have a couple of pots; I will not miss it.”

“Oh… well, thank you.”

“My pleasure,” Anthony smiles. “Now that’s sorted, I came here to ask you a question.”

“You have?”

“I have. Would you attend the Shakespearean ball? With me?” His voice has a note of vulnerability in it as he voices his question.

“What?” She asks, “As in arrive with you, on your arm?”

“Yes,” Anthony states slowly, “You would come with me and my family.”

She begins to pace the room; her hands wringing together as she tries to calm the pounding of her heart and mind. “Are you sure this is the path you want to go down?” She asks Anthony; her voice begging for a truthful answer.

“What do you mean?”

“This is getting very serious very fast, Anthony. This plan isn’t going to work forever; the ton will find out that I’m a governess and the ruse will be over. This could ruin your entire family, Anthony.”

“Hey,” Anthony hushes, interrupting her pacing. He reaches for her hand with one hand whilst the other cups her cheek. She automatically leans into the touch, sending a thrill through Anthony’s aching soul. “Nothing’s going to happen,” He reassures with a gentle tone, “Should anything happen, we can do damage control.”

“I don’t want to be the ruin of your family, Anthony,” (Y/N) whispers, her eyes lined with unshed tears. She could never forgive herself if the Bridgertons were socially injured by her lack of money relating to her lack of status. (Y/N) could not help the hand of cards she was dealt at birth, but society dictates her station, and hers was so far below Anthony’s it was any wonder that he noticed her in the first place. It was a dream to be accepted by his family; she didn’t want to be the cause of their ruination.

“You aren’t going to be the ruin of my family,” Anthony assures, brushing under her eyes with his thumbs to wipe away the tears that have fallen. “You’re going to be the making of it. I want you in my life, (Y/N). I want to see where this goes.”

“You do?”

“I do. I haven’t felt like this for a long time, I want to see where this feeling takes me.”

“Okay,” She concedes, doing her best to stop the tears falling, “I’ll go to the ball with you.”

“You will?”

“I will.”

The smile that spreads across Anthony’s face makes it all worth it. He presses a kiss to her forehead, then another to her nose, to her cheek before finally kissing her in earnest. She hums against his mouth; getting lost in the feel of him.

“It’ll be worth it,” Anthony whispers. “All of this is worth it.”

“You’re worth it,” (Y/N) states quietly, pulling him back in for another kiss.

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Lady Danbury was one of two women in London that could throw a memorable ball. The other being Violet Bridgerton. For her theme this year, Lady Danbury had chosen the works of the Elizabethan bard, William Shakespeare. For what could be more romantic than dressing as characters immortalised in his plays and sonnets?

Anthony would not tell (Y/N) one whisper of his costume; kept it a secret from her despite her barrage of questions. As revenge, she kept quiet about her costume, refusing to tell the man the colour of her dress.

The two walk into the ballroom with (Y/N)’s hand resting on Anthony’s forearm; her nerves rattle as she walks further into the room. She knew she had no reason to be nervous; Anthony and his family would protect her from whatever form of gossip falls her way, but she could not help the turning of her stomach as she walked passed many disappointed mothers who had hoped Anthony would pay their daughters the slightest bit of attention.

The music is loud; the laughter lightening the atmosphere and the dancers in full swing as (Y/N) begins to feel comfortable. Having taught many a child Shakespeare, (Y/N) spent a lot of time trying to decipher the characters in attendance tonight. She had already seen three Violas, four Benedicks, and six Olivias.

“I have to go talk to someone,” Anthony says apologetically, interrupting her guessing game, “I won’t be long. Will you be okay without me?”

(Y/N) nods. “Go. I’m sure I’ll find someone to talk to.”

Anthony presses a lingering kiss to her cheek, whispering as he does so, “A marvel amongst women.”

“You’re nothing but a flirt,” She laughs, batting the love of her life away. “Go talk business.”

“As you wish,” Anthony laughs, mock-bowing before leaving (Y/N) to wander the ball alone. Moments pass before she finds someone she recognises. “Colin,” She greets happily, “Who have you come as?”

“Romeo Montague,” Colin answers, stretching his arms wide to show off his rather fetching garb.

“How wonderful,” She laughs, watching the Bridgerton strike a pose in his costume.

“Who knows,” Colin teases, “Maybe tonight I’ll find my Juliet.”

(Y/N) laughs once more, batting the man away when he wiggles his eyebrows at her in a suggestive manner. “Off with you,” She snorts, “I’m sure there are plenty of ladies for you to dance with.”

Colin departs with a bow of his head. (Y/N) rolls her eyes at the antics of the younger man; Colin knew full well of the line of ladies waiting for his signature of their dance cards, but something warms in (Y/N)’s chest when she watches Colin walk straight to Penelope Featherington.

“They’d make a fine pair if he would pull his head out,” A voice full of humour sounds from behind her.

(Y/N) startles. She turns to find Anthony watching her; his lips curled in a manner that suggested he was holding back the laughter he so desperately wanted to let out.

“You made me jump,” She hisses, batting his outstretched hand away.

“I’m sorry, my love,” Anthony coos, pulling (Y/N) into his embrace by pulling on one of the many skirts about her waist. (Y/N) flushes at the term of endearment, but also at the many pairs of eyes now watching the young couple.

“You’re forgiven,” She sighs. “Who have you dressed as?” She asks, changing the subject.

“Ferdinand,” Anthony answers, “From The Tempest.”

“How odd,” (Y/N) muses, “I’ve dressed as Miranda from The Tempest.”

“‘Admired Miranda!/ Indeed the top of admiration, worth/ What’s dearest to the world!’”

“Only you could quote Shakespeare from the heart,” (Y/N) states wryly.

Anthony preens, puffing out his chest slightly. “All the Bridgertons can. We would do dramatizations of the plays.”

“Of course,” (Y/N) laughs, picturing Anthony as a young boy, dressed in breeches with a make-do ruff around his neck. The very image brings a fond smile to her face.

“What are you smiling about?” Anthony questions, wanting to be privy to the thoughts running through her mind.

“You,” She flirts, hooking her arm through Anthony’s as they start to take a turn about the room.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Anthony states pompously though his heart races at her words.

Her laughter chimes as Anthony steers (Y/N) around the room, pausing only to grab two glasses of lemonade from the drinks table. She sips at it delicately, not risking a spill of a single drop on her outfit.

“I’m glad you decided to come,” Anthony murmurs into her ear. “Truly. I would have been lost without you.”

“You always know what to say, don’t you?” (Y/N) teases, enjoying the blush that begins to paint Anthony’s cheeks. She briefly touches a gloved hand to his cheek, smiling fondly at the brunette. “I’m glad I came too.”

Anthony clears his throat; clearing his throat of the emotion clogging it up. He takes her drink from her, placing it on a nearby table. As ever the gentleman he was raised to be, Anthony bows towards the women he vows is the love of his life and offers his hand. “Would you care to dance?”

“Always,” She answers with a breathtaking smile, taking his hand to be led onto the dancefloor for the start of the new song. Couples on the floor take up the position of the quadrille as upbeat music sounds through the hall.

It’s hard not to smile as Anthony takes her hand to begin the first steps of the lead couple. The first dance figure is performed before copied by the other couples in their square.

Anthony keeps a tight hold on her as he begins the next set of dance figures; spinning (Y/N) out before drawing her back in. Laughter falls from her mouth, setting his heart alight with the love he feels for her.

She catches the eye of Lady Featherington through one of many of Anthony’s spins. The Lady smiles knowingly, raising her glass to the young woman spinning in the arms of the Viscount.

(Y/N)’s breath freezes in her chest; she makes a choked sound and her steps falter. Luckily, no-one but Anthony seems to notice, but he recovers his hold on (Y/N) fairly quickly. It’s the end of the song; couples slowing on the floor, the audience beginning to clap their approvals.

“Darling?” Anthony calls quietly, breaking her out of her reverie. His hand remains in her hold; refusing to let him take even a step without her.

“Take me somewhere we can be alone,” She pleads, suddenly overcome by the sheer amount of people milling about the hall.

Anthony doesn’t need to be told twice, leading (Y/N) away from the dancefloor with a guiding hand on the small of her back. Anthony catches Benedict’s eye as he leaves the hall; his brother offers him a single nod to which Anthony relaxes – Benedict would make sure no-one would follow or interrupt, there was something important Anthony had to do.

The night air is cold against her heated skin as she inhales hurried breaths. The stone of the railing is cool under her fingers as she grips the stone tight; needing something to tether her to this place. It feels like a dream; a total dream that she would find herself costumed as a character from a Shakespeare play brushing elbows with some of the most powerful people in the country.

At this time of night, the gardens are dark, but she can still make out their heavenly fragrance perfuming the air, providing the perfect backdrop for this night.

“Are you alright?” Anthony asks, removing his jacket and settling it over her shoulders.

(Y/N) pulls his jacket tighter around her; inhaling the comforting scent of musk and sweet orange washing over her. “I’m fine now, it got to be a bit too much in there.”

“That’s an understatement,” Anthony murmurs, “I saw Lady Featherington.”

(Y/N) cringes internally. Her face is a mask of polite interest as she murmurs, “Oh? You saw that did you?”

“She only acts as if she knows everything, darling,” Anthony reassures, settling his hands on (Y/N)’s waist, desperate to be touching her.

“I know,” She murmurs, but his words do nothing to settle the panic tying her chest into knots.

“We’re fine,” Anthony promises; hands rubbing up and down the sides of her bodice. “It’s going to be fine.”

“I know,” She repeats, sighing heavily, leaning back into his embrace. His chest is strong against her back, but she doesn’t get long to admire his strength. He turns her in his arms, peering down at the expression on her face.

“You’re who I love. I couldn’t give a damn what the rest of London society thinks.”

“I love you as well,” She answers, a small smile on her face, letting his words wash away any and all of her worries. “You do have a way with words.”

“Flatterer,” He teases, dipping his head to kiss her.

(Y/N) gasps at the first press of Anthony’s lips against hers. She had kissed him before; a hurried meeting of mouths before their chaperone caught up to them. This kiss differed from that; languid, unhurried. Anthony took his time to memorise the feel of her lips against his; the small whimpers sounding at the back of her throat.

Each brush of his lips against hers spoke of what he found it hard to put into words. He had never been a wordsmith; could never write poetry or recite the romances of the past, but with every butterfly kiss placed on her lips in time to the shuddering of her heartbeat could Anthony translate the sheer scale of what he feels for her.

She reaches up to cup the back of his neck, fingers carding through the dark brown locks. Anthony’s grip on her waist remains firm as he presses her further into the railing. The gentleness of Anthony’s kiss soon turns to a burning passion as his hands splay across the small of (Y/N)’s back, pressing her to him.

As Anthony’s kisses begin to travel the expanse of her jawline, (Y/N) is suddenly grateful for the railing behind her. If he was to let her go now, not only would she feel the keen absence of his touch, but she would surely sink to the floor. The feel of his mouth, pressed hot against her, has her knees feeling unsteady.

“(Y/N),” Anthony whispers, nuzzling the side of her neck, “(Y/N)…”

“You keep whispering my name,” She murmurs into the night air; her ragged breath leaving behind white plumes.

“Marry me,” Anthony all but pleads, pulling back from (Y/N)’s neck to gaze into her eyes. “Marry me and always be mine.”

It seemed that time had stopped and lost all of its meaning; there was no party, no gardens, no laughter of lifelong friends. No. In this moment there was only Anthony.

“Yes,” She whispers, laughter beginning to fall from her mouth as fresh as a morning rainfall. Once it starts, she cannot find it in herself to stop. Tears soon join the laughter as a smile breaks across Anthony’s handsome face. “Yes,” She repeats, “I will marry you.”

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