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casey1-2007 · 6 months ago
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What's the Truth?
Fiyero x reader angst
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This story has a sad ending. It has some differences from the Wicked movie and/or musical, in addition to the Reader insert. Story involves themes of jealousy, unrequited love, flirting, kissing, etc.
Summary: Fiyero Tigglar reunites with Reader, his childhood best friend, long after communication between them stopped, at Shiz University. But feelings are hurt, hearts are broken, and Reader finds themself mourning a love they could have had. Will Fiyero be able to make things right before Reader gives up on him forever?
Note: Not exactly based off of the musical or movie, at least not exactly. This is my first time posting something original. Hope you like it.
Please comment to let me know if you want any other one shots/stories like this. Whether a continuation of this one or something else.
The halls of Shiz University echoed with laughter and chatter, but Y/N could only hear the pounding of her own heart. She watched from around the corner as Fiyero - her Fiyero, her childhood best friend, the boy who used to climb trees with her in the Vinkus - smiled down at Galinda. The blonde beauty was practically hanging off his arm, giggling at something he'd said.
"Oh Fifi, you're simply perfect!" Galinda's high-pitched voice carried through the corridor.
Y/N's stomach twisted. Fifi. When had that nickname started? She remembered when he was just Yero, racing through the palace gardens with her, sharing secrets under starlit skies. Before he stopped writing. Before everything changed.
She turned away, clutching her books tighter to her chest. The silver locket around her neck felt heavy - a gift from him on her sixteenth birthday, the last time they'd seen each other before Shiz. Inside was a pressed blue iris, his favorite flower to give her.
"Y/N!" His voice made her freeze. "Wait up!"
She considered running but forced herself to turn around, plastering on a smile. "Hey Fiyero."
"I've barely seen you lately," he said, falling into step beside her. His presence was achingly familiar - the scent of sandalwood and something distinctly him, the way he walked with that slight swagger.
"Well, you seem busy," she replied, unable to keep the edge from her voice. "With Galinda."
He ran a hand through his hair - a nervous habit she remembered well. "About that..."
"Don't," she cut him off. "You don't owe me any explanations."
But he did. He owed her an explanation for every unanswered letter, for every promise broken, for making her fall in love with him only to watch him fall for someone else.
That night, after seeing Galinda announce to everyone at dinner that she and "Fifi" were officially courting, Y/N finally broke. The tears came hot and fast in her dorm room, quiet sobs muffled by her pillow.
A soft knock at her door made her hastily wipe her eyes. "Who is it?"
"It's me." Fiyero's voice was soft, uncertain.
She considered ignoring him but knew he wouldn't leave. Opening the door, she saw his face fall at her tear-stained cheeks.
"Sweet Oz, Y/N..."
"What do you want, Fiyero?"
Instead of answering, he stepped forward and kissed her. It was everything she'd dreamed of and nothing like she'd imagined. His lips were soft, desperate, tasting of mint and regret.
When they broke apart, both breathing heavily, he pressed his forehead to hers. "I love you. I've always loved you."
"Then why?" she whispered, voice breaking.
"I don't want to hurt Galinda. She's... fragile. We need to keep this quiet, just for a while."
Y/N stepped back, cold washing over her. "How long is a while?"
"I don't know," he admitted.
The words hit like physical blows. "So I'm supposed to watch you parade around with her? Pretend my heart isn't breaking every time she calls you 'Fifi'?"
"Please understand..."
"I understand perfectly," she said, voice hollow. "You want us both. But I won't be your secret, Fiyero. I deserve better than that."
The distance grew after that night. Y/N threw herself into her studies, avoiding the dining hall when she knew they'd be there. But she couldn't avoid seeing how Fiyero's gaze increasingly followed Elphaba - the same longing looks he used to give her.
One afternoon, after watching him stare after Elphaba in history class, Y/N felt the last piece of her heart crack. She'd lost him not once, but twice.
"Y/N, please," he caught up to her after class. "Talk to me."
"There's nothing left to say," she replied, fingering the locket she still wore. "You can't keep everyone happy, Fiyero. Sometimes you have to choose."
"I choose you," he said desperately. "I'll tell Galinda today, I promise."
She smiled sadly, unclasping the locket. "No, you won't. Because you're not that boy from the Vinkus anymore. And I'm not that girl who waited for your letters."
She pressed the locket into his palm, the metal warm from her skin. "Goodbye, Yero."
As she walked away, she heard him call after her, voice breaking: "I'm sorry."
But sorry wasn't enough to mend a heart broken three times over - once when he stopped writing, once when he chose Galinda, and once when his eyes found Elphaba. Some love stories, Y/N realized, were better left in childhood memories and pressed flowers in silver lockets.
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deniable-masterpiece · 25 days ago
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shout out to jonathan bailey’s bulge in the harness and i wish i could’ve gotten a pic of that ass
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inadreamgirl · 21 days ago
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dr henry loomis is so cute ugh i want him to talk to me about different sub species of dinosaurs and all these facts but struggling to talk because im sucking him off and if he stops talking i stop so if he wants to cum he has to keep talking
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ghostinboys · 2 months ago
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worst behavior
summary: warming up a cold morning with the bridgertons pairing: benedict bridgerton x male reader x anthony bridgerton word count: 1k warning: male reader smut!
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The cotton was cool on your back, autumn breeze flowing through the gaps on the windowsill. You woke from the sound of the birds chirping and the gardeners shearing the hedges, Benedict glanced at you, an arm outstretched to your back. 
“Good morning,” he caressed your hair, toying with the locs. 
Anthony stirred from the commotion, gaining conscience soon enough. “Did someone forget to lock a window,” he sat up, resting on his nape. “It's freezing.” 
“I suppose the night brought enough heat in the room that I forgot,” Benedict said. Your naked bodies were covered by a white silk sheet that could not cover three men. Benedict let the sheet cover you, exposing his naked frame. The two men shared similarities that the many women in court enjoyed. Their tall frames, dark flowing hair, and their smoldering eyes–-the true mark of a Bridgerton. “Surely, the two of you enjoyed yourselves.”
You sat up and covered yourself with more of the blanket. “This—was definitely fun, but do trust me gentlemen, it will not happen again,” you said, smoothing your cold hands against your hair. Anthony’s eyes widened, lips pout as he rested his back on the bed frame. 
“I assure you, you will not hear from us again,” he looked at Benedict, waiting for him to share the statement. Benedict chuckled, shrugging his shoulders before diving under the sheets. You shuddered when his warm lips met your thigh, his large hands warm against your skin. 
“By the way you cried last night, surely this would not be the last time?” Benedict rose from the sheet, resting his chin on your abdomen. His hands crept under your thighs splitting them open, a finger teasing your hole still wet from last night. “You were so good to us.”
The sudden pressure against your hole made you jolt, his knuckles meeting the flesh of your ass as he entered. Anthony smirked, diving right to your neck to leave small kisses. Their large muscular arms pinned you down with little to no force—you welcomed their touch, each part of your skin reacting in its own way. 
Benedict kissed the border between your leg and your abdomen, the small oblique line that led to your sex. He gave small pecks with light suckles on the flesh, leaving faint purple marks. His two fingers made their way into your flesh, curling and pulling as if luring you in. You pulled your head back, eyes rolling to your skull in euphoria, the sheets crumpled under your grip. 
Anthony wrapped his arm around your neck, cushioning your nape on his large bicep. You could feel the hair of his pits on your shoulder, the manly scent enveloping your senses. His fingers toy with your nipples, the bed creaking from all the movement you body made. 
Your cock began to tent against the sheets, a wet spot forming from your tip. Benedict was quick to kiss your base, his tongue tracing your shaft until his mouth enveloped the aching head. He sucked on the swollen gland like a sommelier, careful and precise, not wasting any second in providing pleasure. 
“God—you’re a delight,” Anthony whispered in your ear, your hand stroking his hardened cock while he proceeded to nip on your ear. The sides of your hands tickled from the hair on his base, he was much hairier than Benedict, his chest littered with hair that trailed down his toned abdomen. 
The bed rocked from the change in position. Anthony had set you in between his hairy thighs, toned from years of horse riding. Your mouth sucked and licked on his hard-on, tasting the salty precome leaking from the head.
Benedict’s tongue lapped on your wet hole, his fingers stretching you open. When he was satisfied with the state of your hole, he dropped spit on his length, tapping on your hole before pushing it in. 
You yelped from the contact, tears beading at the edge of your eyes. Benedict’s strokes were languid but precise, it felt as if he was painting and you, the canvas. His hands guided your hips through each thrust. 
The room filled with their grunts and their moans, while your cries muffled against Anthony’s cock. His cock twitched whenever you left contact, more precome leaking down the shaft, eventually drenching the sheets. “Come on, pretty boy. Lick it up.”
You took his nectar in your tongue, licking it as it pooled in your mouth. Anthony cursed for how lewd the image was. He wanted to take your head and pound his cock in your throat, be rough with it and use it purely for his own benefit, but he was a gentleman—and his brother had done much damage as it is. 
The two men locked eyes as if communicating without uttering a word. They pulled out at the same time, your brows furrowed in confusion. At the same beat, they both pushed their cocks in each of your holes eliciting a muffled cry that brought them closer to climax. 
With the same pace, they both fucked into your with fever, their hips rocking as your muscles ached and stretched. “How am I supposed to look at another during the balls when you have bewitched me with your body, my dearest,” Benedict’s hand slapped against your ass, “you torment me truly.”
“He lies through his teeth,” Anthony comments. “He will beg for our attention at the next ball,” He lifts your chin, your eyes set on his. “Look at how he’s taking our cocks, he is sullied like a common whore.
“Is that true?” Benedict stops thrusting, your back arches from the emptiness as if calling for it back. “Beg for it then, you whore. Use your words.”
“Please—fuck—please fuck me,” the words come out in cries. “I need it.”
Benedict traces his tip on the rim, taunting. “Is it convincing, brother?”
“Not quite,” Anthony responded. “We could just leave him here, let him ache from being untouched.” 
“No!” you sobbed. “Please, I’ll do anything—just fuck me.”
They both started to fuck you with more vigor. Benedict’s careful strokes were replaced by hard pounding, skin slapping on skin while he grunted. His hair was damp against his forehead, drops of sweat dripping on your back like candle wax. 
“Yes, take it you whore,” Anthony grunted, his breath exasperated. You could not bear to open your eyes, the pleasure was just too much. The two men continued to rock their hips into your body, their pace was erratic, inching towards finality.
“I’m close—fucking take it,” Benedict cries, his cheeks turing red. You moan on Anthony’s cock, the tip slamming against the roof of your mouth. Within a couple blows the two men finished inside you, their come spilling warm and coating the walls of your flesh. 
You came all over the sheets, your chest heaving as you chased for air. The cold air was replaced with a humidity that made your skin damp and sticky. Their limbs wrapped around your body like a man made enclosure. 
“You’re not leaving us any sooner,” Benedict said, placing a peck on your lips. Anthony wiped the cum on your lips and placed a wet kiss on your mouth, your tongues laced. 
“Have me however you like then,” you smiled. 
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ithebookhoarder · 1 year ago
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Could you write an Anthony Bridgerton x wife!reader fic? They are newly weds and the reader wishes to pamper Anthony while he is bathing. He’s a bit cautious about it at first because he is not used to such affection. Thank youu I love your writing a lot especially the truth or dare fic.
In Your Hands (Anthony Bridgerton x Wife!Reader)
A/N: First of all, thank you so much! And I hope you like this. Thanks for sending this ask in, luckily I was already toying with a few Bridgerton ideas thanks to the new trailers so this came surprisingly easy.
Also, if any of you guys enjoy my work, or just feel like it, then consider buying me a cup of coffee here: https://ko-fi.com/ithebookhoarder ☕️
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Warnings: Nudity references, the start of sexy-times, alcohol 
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Anthony was someone who hated routine. After all, as much as he was devoted to the day to day duties that came with being the head of his family, if he had his way he would escape the city and the ton, choosing instead the peace and tranquility offered by the countryside, at Aubrey Hall. He dreamed of being able to be just a brother, son and - as of recently - a husband. 
Only married a few months, your new husband was keen to seize each and every opportunity to escape his duties when they appeared - whether it was sneaking off for long rides in the countryside, or making an early exit from whatever social gathering you both had been forced to attend as the new Viscount and Viscountess Bridgerton; Whatever allowed you both to be alone and back in one another’s arms (usually sans clothes) as soon as possible, was a good idea to him. 
It was no surprise then, that there was one part of his daily routine that Anthony actually relished: bathing. 
Oh, yes. There was little more in the world that could bring your fully-grown husband such child-like joy as being able to soak in a tub of steaming hot water for an hour or two. The sight always made you smile as you entered your bedroom: Anthony, half asleep, looking as if the stress had physically melted away. 
It was your favourite sight - and not just because of the exquisite view it granted you of his sculpted form - but because of how calm and peaceful he looked. It was as if he had transformed back into the mischievous and carefree boy you’d first fallen in love with all those years ago. Back when your only concerns had been not tripping on your skirt at your presentation, making sure you were actually asked to dance at a ball, and surviving the social season without embarrassing your family or getting yourself roped into some scandal. 
Whilst you knew neither you nor Anthony would ever change a single thing about your life together, you knew it came with a cost. In fact, today it had been enduring hours of talks with local tenants, the family’s book keeper, estate managers, and even several possible suitors looking to secure some kind of marriage contract with one of his younger sisters. (You’d been informed by several members of the household staff that those meetings had been remarkably swift, however, with each unfortunate man looking rather dejected as they were shown from the house). 
If you’d been able to spare him the pain or share his burden you would have, but unfortunately you’d been occupied with matters of your own. Being the lady of such a grand estate came with duties of its own, and you were quite done looking over seating arrangements, replying to correspondence, and paying social calls for one day.  
Still, at least you’d both survived to tell the tale - no wonder Anthony looked half asleep. Then again, maybe it had something to do with the open bottle of whiskey that sat on the table beside the tub. You knew without looking at the label which bottle it was, having smuggled it out of the library yourself to enjoy together. 
“Anthony Bridgerton!” A fake gasp of horror escaped your lips as you appeared in the doorway, a hand pressed to your chest. “You are a sneak and a traitor. That whiskey was for me too, you know.”
“And a good evening to you too, my love. Never fear, there’s plenty to share,” he teased, head relaxed, tipped backward as he took a sip from the glass in his hand. Your eyes were transfixed on the hollow of his throat, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. “Besides, I would apologise but I simply couldn’t wait a minute longer. Not when I couldn’t feel my back from sitting at that desk all afternoon.”
The moan that escaped his lips was almost sinful as he sank a little lower in the water.  
“Well, you’re forgiven. You look far too content for me to even dream of being mad,” you sighed, drawing close and perching on the rim of the tub. Anthony handed over the whiskey glass with a soft smile, letting you take a sip of your own before you placed it back onto the table. 
You could feel the warmth seep into your bones immediately, even if that was also likely in part to your proximity to the tub and your naked husband. 
“Do you want me to wash your hair?”
Anthony’s eyebrows rose at the question, the surprise written across his face. “What?”
“You heard me,” you teased, reaching up to run your fingers through the soft strands of hair atop his head. “I can wash your hair, and get your back for you. Unless you’d rather do it yourself, or I can ring for someone?”
“What? No, that’s uh, that’s not necessary,” he chuckled, visibly flustered - which was amusing and perplexing. After all, it wasn’t as if you two hadn’t seen and touched every single inch of the other in the weeks since your wedding. However, he looked almost confused at the idea that you would offer such a thing. “You don’t have to do that.”
“But I want to,” you soothed. “Let me take care of you, for once. Husband.”
It was probably below the belt to purr his title like that, but you knew how that one little word had the power to reduce the great Viscount Bridgerton to a puddle. That, along with the warmth of the water and the buzz of the whiskey, made him almost pliant to your every whim. Still, you knew him well enough to recognise the lingering hesitation in his eyes as he nodded in agreement. 
He very rarely let his guard down or allowed anyone to assist him in any way. You sometimes believed that had the servants not been dependant upon their work to make a living that Anthony would have dismissed them long ago and tried to run the entire estate single handedly just to prove he could. That he was worthy of the title he bore, and that he was every bit as great a man, brother, and husband as his father. 
It appeared he was the same way when it came to letting himself be taken care of and it made your heart ache for the man you loved. 
Pressing a triumphant kiss to his lips, you swiftly manoeuvred yourself, pulling up a stool and grabbing a jug from the dresser.  
“Just relax… trust me,” you murmured, waiting until he did as he was bid. The gesture alone said volumes, more so than any words ever could. 
Waiting until his eyes were shut, you reached for the soap, tilting his head against your chest as you began to massage the mixture into his scalp. Yet again, your husband seemed to transform into a cat, purring with every touch in a way that made it suddenly very difficult to resist the urge to strip off and join your husband in the water instead. 
“Enjoying yourself?” You giggled as Anthony barely managed more than a groan in reply. 
It was taking every ounce of your self control to focus your attentions solely on Anthony, and not on the way his body seemed to be reacting to your ministrations. Thankfully, you were able to last long enough to finish the job, using the jug to rinse the water through his hair, making sure to angle his head upwards so the water ran off him instead of into his eyes. 
But you were only human; the minute you were done washing the last suds from his scalp you made your move. Sliding off the stool, you knelt beside him and reached out to caress his cheek, causing him to open his eyes almost sleepily. Leaning forward you planted a soft, delicate kiss to his lips, causing him to groan in response.
Without saying a word, his hands rose, twisting their way into your hair as he deepened his kiss. It was clear what he wanted next. 
“Now, wife,” he growled, pulling back just long enough to reach down and tug teasingly at the tie of your dress-robe. You could feel the warmth of his touch as his wet body began to dampen the material. “I think it’s your turn to let me take care of you… so you’d better get in here, before I drag you in here.”
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imthebadguyyy · 2 years ago
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the bridgerton blues
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pairing : anthony bridgerton x reader
fandom : bridgerton
synopsis : it's the first time after your wedding that anthony sees you sporting the signature bridgerton colour : blue, and it does things to him that he can only express in a much more....physical manner.
warnings : smut, heavy smut and excessive amount of fluff
a/n : i miss my grumpy viscount!!! happy reading :)
anthony huffed impatiently, foot tapping against the marble floor at bridgerton manor.
the season had begun again, and much to his relief, he would only be a spectator this year, having married the love of his life, lady, well, current viscountess y/n, which meant he didn't have to deal with the frills and fancies of the hawk like mama's in the ton, awaiting the right moment to swoop upon him with their daughters.
but by God, you were taking forever to get dressed and come down to leave for lady danbury's ball. beside him, benedict and colin sat, engrossed in a game of chess, while francesca and eloise lounged on the couch in the drawing room, catching up about life.
his mother was with his darling wife, much to his surprise, helping her get ready for a ball. he had been caught off guard when his mother had bustled in, dressed in a powdery blue gown, and had proceeded to shoo him out of the room.
"what exactly is keeping mama and y/n?" colin asked, brow furrowed in concentration as he focused on the chess board.
"if I knew I would tell you brother" anthony mumbled, checking the watch that hung on the golden chain from his waistcoat, smiling as he traced the cover, suddenly hit by a burst of nostalgia, and a surge of fondness for his late father.
he brushed it off when a giggling hyacinth came running down the staircase, leaping into his arms, forcing him to rush to catch her, eyes widening in surprise.
"hyacinth! you must always give me a prior warning or I may not be able to catch you" he chided, tucking a stray curl behind her ear and setting her gently on the ground.
"brother!! wait till you see y/n/n!! she looks like a princess!" his youngest sister exclaimed, almost vibrating with excitement. a shy gregory emerged, blushing a little as he nodded, making the three older bridgerton boys smirk, well aware of his little crush on anthony's wife.
when anthony had first befriended his wife, they had been at a mere age of ten, and anthony had rescued y/n when she had fallen off her horse at a picnic with his family and the cowper's.
ever since then, they had been inseparable, joint at the hip and at the heart.
it was of no surprise to anyone in the ton when finally, ages later, he had announced he was marrying the lady montgomery, or as everyone fondly knew her, "y/n/n"
"why so bashful greg?" benedict jested, watching his youngest brother turn a dark crimson.
"n-nothing" he stuttered out, darting in to see his sisters.
"it's because of y/n! I'm telling you brother, she looks like an absolute angel!" hyacinth chirped in, now bouncing about from step to step, just as the door of Anthony's room creaked open, and the dowager viscountess stepped out.
"she's ready" she smiled warmly at her son's, hurrying in to get her daughters to mark the momentous occasion.
brows furrowed, the eyes of the bridgertons rested upon the long winding staircase, awaiting to see what exactly was this magical outfit that had their mother and sister gushing like birds.
and what anthony saw, made his jaw drop to the very ground.
at the very top, his darling wife came into view, hair in sleek, meticulous curls, perfectly cast up in an intricate updo, adorned with pearls, framing her face with the delicate curls. her makeup was subtle, emphasizing her flowing complexion with a touch of rosy blush and wine coloured lips.
she adorned a pearl necklace and matching earrings, gifted to her by anthony himself, adding a timeless elegance to her stature.
but what really caught everyones attention was the dress that she wore, more specifically, the colour of the dress she wore.
a rich dark blue silk gown, carefully tailored, hugged her frame, showcasing the intricate details that add to its allure. the bodice, adorned with delicate embroidery, depicting subtle butterfly motifs that caught the light as the she moved down the stairs. the neckline gracefully framed her collarbone, delicate lace butterflies attached to the neckline,while the sleeves tapered down to her wrists, showcasing more of the exquisite lacework that adorned her body.
the skirt of the gown was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, flowing generously in layers of silk that rustled with each step. the deep, rich hue of the fabric evoked a sense of opulence, reminiscent of midnight skies. as she walked down, the silk caught the light, casting a mesmerizing play of shadows and highlights.
the dress matched anthony's waistcoat perfectly, and the sight was enough to make the viscount choke over nothing.
as he saw his wife adorned in the resplendent dress for the first time, his eyes widened with genuine admiration.
a hushed gasp escaped his parted lips as he took in the sight before him.
his wife, cloaked in the elegance of the dark blue gown, the bridgerton blues appeared to be like a living portrait of timeless beauty.
a warm smile formed on his lips, expressing both surprise and deep appreciation for the grace and sophistication she was emanating.
"my darling" he murmured as he swept forward, extending his arm to welcome you into them.
smiling sweetly at the bridgerton clan, you floated down, linking your arm with anthony's.
"sister, you look utterly perfect in blue!" benedict exclaimed, pressing a delicate kiss to your hand, as violet fondly caressed your cheek.
"doesn't she look like a princess brother?!" hyacinth squealed, looking excitedly at anthony. "just like one out of the fairytales" he said, looking at you with nothing but admiration and love and fondness.
"you really do look utterly regal" colin said, flashing a warm smile at you. eloise and francesca came upto you, with even eloise admitting that the dress you were wearing was nothing short of a work of art, while francesca gushed over how the silhouette was so perfect for you.
"alright, we must leave if we want to reach lady danbury's ball on time!" violet said, clapping her hands, leading her children out to where the carriages awaited.
"wait behind for just a second my love" anthony whispered into your ear, as he walked up to his valet to whisper something into his ear.
slowly, the other bridgertons departed, after you promised them to join them very soon, ignoring the smirks and nudges colin and benedict sent your way.
anthony pulled you into his study, hand gently caressing your waist, feeling the rich silk in his hands, the other hand gently reaching for your chin, lifting it to look into your eyes.
"you look utterly divine my beloved" he whispered fingers gently fondling your face, eyes absorbing every detail of your face, not that he hadn't already memorised it.
"thank you my dear" you whispered back, hands settling on his broad shoulders, taking in his waistcoat as well, the dark blue velvet clinging to every rippling muscle in his body, brass buttons complementing the coat.
"i always knew you'd look stunning in bridgerton blue but....it seems as though the bridgerton blue was crafted for you" he murmured, tightening his grip on your waist, "so stunning that infact, i do not feel the need to leave for lady danbury's ball, for I'd much rather stay here with my breathtakingly beautiful wife" he murmured again, lips ghosting over your own as his hands squeezed your waist, drawing you flush against his body.
"my lord, we cannot... we must be present at the first ball of the season" you lamely protested, heart hammering against your chest as the intoxicating scent of his musky, woodsy cologne filled your nostrils.
anthony dropped his lips to your neck, lips brushing a feather soft kiss to the sensitive skin, drawing a gasp from you.
"what if we do not go? what if we just stay here and...i worship my wife in the way she deserves? like the goddess she is?" he asked, like gently pressing kisses down to your collarbone, still as light as a feather, just enough to ignite something feral in you, but also enough to keep you wanting more.
"my lord it's the first ball of the season, and we have to-"
you were cut off by anthony's lips pressing against yours.
they were soft and plush against yours, pressing perfectly like a jigsaw puzzle, initiating a warm glow in the pit of your tummy.
as your lips met, the sensation was like a feather's gentle caress — soft, fleeting, and subtly warm. it feels like a delicate dance, a tender exploration that sparked a gentle flutter within you. the touch was akin to the brush of downy feathers, teasing and inviting, as if he was testing the waters of intimacy.
yet, as the moment unfolded, a magnetic pull takes hold, drawing you deeper into the realm of passion. the softness transforms, gradually intensifying into a fiery connection. the initial delicacy gave way to a fervent exchange, each kiss building upon the other with a growing hunger.
your lips, once feather-light, were now engaged in a rhythmic and passionate dance. the subtle warmth amplified into a blazing fire, and what began as a gentle exploration evolved into a fervent expression of desire.
the world around you faded and in that heightened connection, every kiss becomes an electric charge, a testament to the undeniable chemistry between your two souls entwined in the artistry of passion.
anthony's hands ran rampant on your body, clutching every part of your body through the silk dress, yet taking care to not scrunch the silk in anyway.
"you have no idea what you do me darling" he growled against your lips, drawing back for just a moment to watch your chest heave and eyes glaze over, hands clutching his coat and cravat so tight he feared you would rip it off.
"every breath you take, every word you speak, the very sound of your melodious voice and the very beat of your heart, all allure me to you, draw me to you like a moth to a flame" he continued, his own heart hammering against his chest.
his chest rose and fell with every word, eyes ablaze with burning passion. "every second of every day, i crave you, i long for you, i need you, and it drives me feral. but the sight of you in my colour makes me want to rip off that very dress off your body, claiming you as mine in more ways than one" he growled, hands scrunching the material on your behind.
"anthony..i crave you every second of the day as well. i need you" you whispered, a soft whimper slipping past your lips.
"hush my sweet darling" he said, sending you a saccharine sweet smile.
then, much to your chagrin, he took his hands off your waist, fixing the material and fixing his own coat.
"now, we must hasten to lady danbury's" he smirked" and you groaned, a painful throbbing between your legs becoming more prominent.
"but my lord-" you protested, only to be cut off by another searing kiss. he kissed you deep and long, and then drew back, pushing a stray curl on your forehead back behind your ear.
"our family awaits dearest" he smiled, and gently led you out to the hall.
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the grand ballroom at lady danbury's unfolded into a dazzling spectacle as it embraced the opulence of a gold and maroon theme. golden hues enveloped the space, casting a warm, regal glow. glittering chandeliers, adorned with intricate gold details, hung from the ceiling, their crystals refracting light in a dance of elegance.
luxurious maroon fabrics draped the walls, creating a sumptuous backdrop that added depth to the golden ambiance. tables adorned with golden tablecloths and maroon accents contributed to the harmonious blend of colors. golden candle holders flickered with the soft glow of candles, casting a gentle radiance on the rich maroon floral centerpieces.
the women's dresses shimmered with embellishments, and the men's attire featured accents, creating a visual symphony of sophistication, into which you walked with anthony, arms interlaced, as you bowed before queen charlotte, who had taken quite a liking to you.
"it's lovely to see the bridgertons led by a couple as magnanimous as you" she bestowed a rare compliment, bringing a hot flush to your cheeks and even to anthony's pale visage. "but now we anxiously await the news of a young bridgerton" she said pointedly, and you kept your eyes low, trying to ignore the heat blooming in your cheek.
around you, guests were engaged in a dance, the dance floor became a stage for a waltz of colors, with the many colours and tones reflecting in the mirrored walls. the orchestra, bathed in the warm ambiance, played melodies that echoed the richness of the color palette.
you noticed simon and daphne dancing, looking fondly at each other, and saw colin sharing a dance with young penelope featherington, which made you smile, always having harbored a soft spot for the girl.
you spotted eloise by the food table, with francesca, both enjoying the strawberries that were being served. benedict seemed engrossed in exploring the rich collection of paintings in the hall, and was surrounded by a group of friends.
anthony led you over to his sisters, a soft kiss to your wrist a promise to be back in a moment lingering on his lips, as he was dragged off by countless lords for a drink and a conversation about the next round of a hunt they were engaging in.
as eloise began to speak about the many cruelties of lady featherington, you spotted cressida cowper scowling over at the two of you, dressed in a pink so bright you felt momentarily blinded. she shot a contemptuous look at you, scoffing at your gown and sharing a laugh with lady cowper, that had your eyebrow creasing with insecurity.
much to your horror, she began to march over to you, along with her mother and lady featherington, much to your dismay. you searched desperately for your mother-in-law, but found her engrossed in conversation with the queen.
"my my, if it isn't the happy bridgertons" cressida sniped, flashing you a tight lipped smile. "hello miss cowper" you smiled, ignoring the anxiety bubbling in your tummy.
"cressida" eloise said coldly, linking her arm with yours. she was well aware of the contemptuous rumours she had spread about you when you had begun courting anthony and had made it her mission to protect you from her.
"what a rather unusual colour for you dear" lady cowper commented, eyes trailing down your body in disdain.
"it gives you the impression of being a little washed out" she stated, opening her fan to hide her smirk.
you ignored the tear that sprang to your eyes as she continued to comment, on the fall of the dress, the shape of the silhouette and the way your jewellery was far too showy.
you could feel eloise glowering beside you but silently begged her to keep calm, not wanting to lose her calm in front of everyone.
to your surprise, a familiar baritone cut in, a nd a strong arm wrapped around your midriff and waist.
your husband appeared beside you, a smile on his face that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"i see why you might think that, lady cowper, for all you can pull off is that rather obnoxious shade of viscous pink, and while i understand your envy at my wife's ability to outshine everyone else here in any colour she chooses, i must remind you are speaking to the viscountess bridgerton, and hence must adhere to the degree respect she commands" he stated coolly, hand gripping your waist so tight you were sure it would leave marks.
stunned speechless, the cowper's backed away, egos more than bruised and enraged , subject to sniggers and chuckles from the other lords and ladies in the room. your brother walked to anthony from across the hall, patting him on the back and whispering a "good man" to him as he hugged you, and eloise drew anthony into a hug as well.
anthony led the two of you over to his mama, who couldn't hide a smile herself at the love her son had for his wife, so reminiscent of the way their father had loved her.
"I am sorry if I caused humiliation to your name mama, but I cannot and will not let anyone talk to my wife that way" he said firmly, only to be cut off by his mother.
"I believe everyone here has been waiting to say that to miss cowper since the beginning of time, my darling, so take your wife and go home. you have done your job and proved your love and passion and told everyone that your relationship rhymes true" she said, drawing you into a warm hug and bidding you goodbye.
the carriage ride home was silent as your held anthony's hand tight, his thumb tracing patterns over the gloves you were donning, a pearly white to match your jewels.
"thank you my love" you whispered to him, eyes glimmering with unshed tears.
"my darling, i love you, all of you. please do not ever belittle yourself, because your beauty is awe worthy" he said, eyes contorted as if he was in pain at the thought of you being in pain.
"I'll try my best not to" you whispered against, leaning forward to press your foreheads together. and you stayed like that till bridgerton manor came into view.
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frenzied kisses were pressed against your lips as anthony lifted you into his arms, earning a singular gasp from your lips. his hands, one wrapped tightly under your bottom and the other around your back was strong, as you wrapped your legs around his waist and he led you upstairs, ignoring the scurrying valet and maids and your ladies in waiting as he made it to your shared bedroom.
he dropped you gently on the bed, towering above you, hands shoving the material of your dress up. his hands crept along your thighs stealthily, finding the hooks of your stockings to your thigh garter, slowly dragging it down, exposing your bare skin to him, suppressing a groan at the soft skin.
to his surprise you reached up and grabbed him by the cravat, untying it and pulling him down to meet your lips. you kissed him roughly, a frenzied battle, with teeth and tongue clashing as he shrugged off his waist coat and began to unbutton his shirt, watching as you removed your jewellery and kept in on the table beside his bed.
his hands reached for your dress, carefully untying the many laces and unbuttoning the many buttons on your dress, watching as your bosom heaved in the corset wore.
deft fingers unhooked the corset without a struggle, and you moaned when the cold air hit your nipples, making them harden, as you pushed your chest out towards him.
anthony growled, the sound reverberating in his throat as he reached down to unbutton his tan pants, leaving him in just his underwear. his lips attacked your neck, biting into the delicate flesh and pressing kiss after kiss, sucking deep marks and hickies that were sure to stay for days after.
you raked your nails up and down his neck, stroking the skin there and raking your hands upto his hair, gently scratching his scalp as he trailed kisses down to your breasts.
his mouth enveloped your nipple in his mouth, tongue flicking and swirling around the sensitive nub.
he continued his ministrations, taking only a moment to move his mouth to your other breast and leaving lovebites on the skin.
he settled in between your thoughts, hips gently grinding into yours, as he licked and sucked to his heart’s desire, attempting to alleviate the growing tent in his pants.
you were beginning to pant, and he continued to pinch and stroke your nipple. his tongue wreaked havoc on one while his fingers gently tugged on the other. anthony could not wait any longer, the pain of the straining in his pants making him more loopy than he would admit, and he pulled away from your breast, a string of saliva from his lips to your breast.
he came back up to your mouth, kissing you with desperation. "i adore you" he painted above you, before kissing down your tummy to your thighs.
he stopped at the junction between your thighs, inhaling the musk of your scent.  
he reached for the cotton underwear you had on, gently pulling it down, and pushing your thighs apart, and a wave of cold air floated across your inner thighs, so open and exposed now.
anthony began to press hot, open mouthed kisses to the bare expanse of your thighs, stopping just below your pussy lips each time.
mere moments later, you felt an entirely new sensation— anthony's wet, warm tongue sliding through your folds. a cry of pleasure ripped from your throat, as you looked down at anthony, who had crawled between your legs with his tongue buried at the apex of your thighs.
your slick dripped down your pussy lips, costing them in your honey, and anthony licked it all up as if it was nectar and ambrosia, lowering his face to lick a long strip through your entire slit, before tilting his face even deeper into your pussy, swirling around up to your engorged clit and licking all around it and on the top of it.
the action had your hips jolting as he sucked on the nub, causing flashes of white to flash before your eyes.
"you taste more delightful than i could ever have imagined" he breathed licking the sour-sweet liquid off his lips. "my own precious honey pot" he cooed, making you flush again and your body heated up.
he sucked harder on your clit, fingers slipping into your slit to slide up and down, each stroking made your hips flail wildly.
“you taste so sweet” he murmurs, and the brush of his breath sears against your skin. the low rumbling of his voice, so characteristic of him, are dripped in hunger and arousal, the heat spreading under your skin and threatening to explode like a supernova.
"i have longed to have you squirming on my tongue my love. i will have you screaming my name until your lips know no other" he promised.
with a ravenous look at your heaving form, anthony lowered his mouth to your throbbing center again and licked a bold stripe up your clit, the sensitive bud jolting in shock and you scream in pleasure,
the ever composed lord bridgerton moans against your cunt when you tug his hair, hands holding down your hips as he watches you squirm. then anthony rolls your clit with his teeth and you come apart with a scream, hands gripping onto his hair for dear life.
you come, cunt clenching down, spasming around his tongue where he has you stretched open. everything else disappears for a moment, your body weightless with pure unadulterated bliss.
anthony shifts so he is in between your legs again, watching the fluttering of your pussy as you clench around nothing. your eyes are trained on his hips and he feels a surge of pride.
his cock was one not only of great size but of greater girth and greater skill, and he adored nothing more than watching your eyes become as large as saucers as you looked at his poor cock straining again as it had been ever since he saw you in his signature colour.
trained hands guided his cock to your entrance, tapping against it for a few seconds before he dragged the tip through your slick, making your body shudder at the stimulation. and then, he pressed a kiss to your neck, hips slamming against yours.
the first thrust was deep and claiming,and you cried out at the perfect stretch of him in your pussy.
you could barely think straight, hands digging into his back and nails sinking into his skin.
"so fucking perfect,” he murmured into your ear, rasped and breathless as he nipped on your ear. "'feel so good wrapped around my cock. so wet and warm for me my sweet sweet beloved. fuck, you're so tight right now. squeezing me so well, you love my cock, do you not my angel?"
"yes yes i love you and your cock" you changed as a prayer, eyes bashful at the use of the dirty word. "look at how your cunt clenches around me" he groaned, head dipping into the crook of your neck as his hips slammed into yours repeatedly.
you could hear the headboard banging against the wall as the pace of anthony's thrusts had your body sliding against the silken sheets.
and then he stopped
he stayed there, buried inside you to the hilt, and his cock twitched excitedly inside you. you watched the way he gripped the bedsheets tightly with his fingers until they went hite. it sent heat and pleasure into the pit of your stomach and you were sure you are going to burn. it was far too good, far too much, brimming on the edge of being overwhelming. 
there’s no warning as he pulled out, leaving his pulsing tip in, and then he thrusted all the way back inside, in one long and slick stroke back inside you, deep and rough. his cock slammed into a spot in you that has you screaming, something absolutely fucking delicious and it steals away your breath and makes you cry out. 
and then he grabs your legs, pushing them up towards your legs as he almost folded you in half, pushing your legs so far apart they almost touched your head, as he moved to his knees for a better angle.
his hips thrusted wildly as he kept fucking you, hand rubbing furiously at your sensitive clit, as you whined and moaned and screamed. he watched as your cunt, pink and perfect fluttered and twitched, and his ears revelled at the sound of the filthy, wet squelching that echoed in the room from your dripping cunt.
he landed a harsh smack to the back of your thigh that had you screaming as he then pressed his tongue to it, sucking a hickey on the spot.
sweat dripped down his forehead and yours, as you began to thrust your hips up to meet his perfect strokes, while feeling like his cock was going to split you apart.
"i want nothing more than to fill you with my seed" he growled, over the sound of your skin slapping together over and over again.
"fill me with your seed my lord. let me have carry your kin" you murmured, and you watched as anthony groaned, hand wrapping around your throat.
"such a minx" he grinned, squeezing and watching your eyes roll back.
without a warning, he flipped you over so you were on top, and his deft hands steadied you at the waist.
then he began to slowly pick your hips up, working you up and down on his cock, slamming you up and down on his cock, until you got the hang of it.
anthony felt himself drooling as he took in the way your tits bounced and you bounced on his cock as you ride him, nails now scratching down his chest as he laid a harsh spank to your ass that had you clenching on his cock harder.
he watched your body desperately ride him for all he was worth, thighs jiggling as they clapped against his own, and he pinched the fat around your waist and belly, teeth nipping at your nipple to increase the stimulation.
"m-my lord! I am going to cum!" you moaned loudly, only to turn to a wail as anthony's fingers unleashed a furious assault on your clit, as he rubbed it up and down and side to side and everywhere, covering his fingers in your slick.
with a scream of his name, you came all over his dick and his tummy, your juices spilling out of you like a fountain, watching as he scooped it up with his fingers to lick it clean.
he slammed your hips down on his even harder as you whined, and you felt his stomach tense and breathing stutter as he came, shooting his load inside you, and finally sinking into the pillow, limp.
panting, you rolled off of him, mind cockdrunk and unable to move. anthony peppered kisses to your skin and kissed the spots where he'd been rough.
"you were phenomenal, my love" he whispered, and to your intrigue, his fingers trialed down to your cunt.
you watched as he gently slid a finger in to your hole, shushing and kissing you as he blocked it with his fingers.
"i cannot have a single drop of me spilling out of you" he murmured and you moaned.
"i adore you", he mumbled, "my dear wife" he concluded.
"and i adore you, my dear husband" you smiled, meeting his lips in a sugar sweet kiss.
who would've known that wearing the bridgerton blue was all it would take for you and anthony to announce to the ton in the next three months that you were expecting the first bridgerton heir?
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a/n : I've missed writing for bridgerton so much!! i really hope you enjoy this, and as always likes reblogs comments opinions etc are appreciated!! sending u all love and happiness and remember, my inbox is always open and i love making new friends!! happy reading ☺️♥️
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3thirtyonethirtyone1 · 8 months ago
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Jonathan Bailey
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shinylipglosss · 2 months ago
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Jonathan Bailey x M!Reader
So, from now on, i’m going to start doing these little things i’ll call “Scene Writes”. Basically i’ll find a gif of some sorts and write a quick drabble about it. This’ll help me be more consistent and help improve my writing. Please send in some gifs of people you want Scene Writes of!!
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You could feel the reserved man tremble under the pressure of your tongue around his length. He bit down hard on his lips as he watched you move your tongue meticulously; managing to hit every single one of his weak spots. His body moved in accordance to your non-stopping sucks—an ebb and flow of sorts.
He whipped his head, torn between paying attention to the ceiling and your face. Your hands were wrapped around the great muscles of his calves. You felt your mouth move across his cock effortlessly now, as if you were melting into him.
The man’s fingers dug into the wood of the table. The fluidity of his hips caused his dick to dig into the back of your throat. His body radiated a natural heat that pulled you closer to him ever so slightly. His pants turned rapid and ravenous and he sweating like he was chasing his orgasm.
Turning your mouth into a sucking machine, you hallowed your cheeks and placed your tongue meticulously at the bottom on your mouth. You did this in such a way that with each thrust he performed you would lick the shaft of his penis.
The man murmured incoherently as he came inside your mouth. He bit his lip again. You could see his chest rising and falling violently under his shirt. He let out a final gasp that accompanied the last drop of semen. You drank—like a hungry vampire—then let his cock flop out your mouth.
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gallavichsreddie1128 · 22 days ago
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I thought I lost you (Dr. Henry Loomis)
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Description: Nearly losing Henry makes Y/N freak out.
Word Count:461
It wasn’t every day that you end up on an island filled with Dinosaurs to try to cure heart disease. It also wasn’t often that you’d come across a hot doctor that loved dinosaurs. It was distracting and frustrating to be near someone so handsome and not be able to jump his bones.
She found herself smiling at him more often than not and Z constantly teased her. “You’ve got such a crush on him.” She whispered on the boat with a teasing smile. She rolled her eyes at her friend and dismissed the thought, it wasn’t entirely a lie. She wasn’t aware that he stared at her as well, especially as she talked about Dinosaurs and how passionate she sounded. 
“You got very emotional there.” She teased him as they walked away from the dinosaurs that were all lovey dovey. He smiled at her, “Yeah it was so cool getting to touch one.” He tried to keep his excitement at a low level but it was hard for him.
She rubbed his shoulder, excited for him. “I’m glad you got to experience that.” She tells him and he looks at her. He pictured her and him as those two dinosaurs as cliche as that was. She still had a small smile on her face that he couldn’t look away from. Z was going to tease them about it later. 
The rest of the day wasn’t peaceful and they almost died multiple times, her and Z held the rope until it nearly snapped, “Henry.” She yelled and saw the rope about to break, “Y/N, Zora.” The rope ripped and she let out a scream as she watched him fall, her heart dropped thinking that worst.
“We have to go.” Zora said and pulled her away from the edge. Was it possible to fall in love with someone that fast? She thought as they got to the bottom. She gasped as she saw him, “thank god.” She mumbled before running over to him and crushing him in a hug. He let out a laugh and hugged her back.
He was wet and disgusting yet so sexy. She pulled back from the hug to look at him. He was looking at her, “I-I thought I lost you.” She whispered, scared of saying it too soon. She watched him stare at her in awe for a second before he locked their lips together.
Her eyes widened but she kissed him back. Z smiled as she saw the two but knew that the moment had to be broken. “I can’t wait to be out of here.” She mumbled against his lips. “Alright guys let’s go.” Zora called to them. They both sighed and let go of each other following the others. This time holding hands. 
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malereaderworld · 4 months ago
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I can’t go out, i’m sick. 📍
Fiyero Tigelaar x male reader
Warnings: reader has a past with depression. Fiyero is concerned. Angsty.
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“Gre~aaa~t for you to finally show up, Mr. Tigelaar.” The talking goat bleats, turning its neck to look at me. “Of course, couldn’t miss the lecture from my f~aaa~vourite teacher.” Fiyero said sitting next to Elphaba and Glinda, imitating dr. Dillamond.
“Hey there you are, y/n isn’t with you?” Elphaba whispers confused, looking at Glinda. “Wait if he isn’t with Fiyero, then where is he?” Glinda only adds to the confusion, getting hushed by someone in the class.
“How would I know, I thought he was at class he always is.” Fiyero looks around to see if he sees one of your mutual friends. “Hey Pfannee have you heard from y/n today?” Fiyero asks your bestie Pfannee sitting a row above him, thinking he must know about your whereabouts.
“Uhm, no I actually thought he was with you so I didn’t bother going to his dorm.” He whispers looking at the three of them, with slight concern in his face. “Why does everyone think he’s with me?” Fiyero asks confused.
“Because you’re only almost always with him, you’re like in love with my brother.” Glinda clocks him, as he jerks up at the words ‘in love.’ “Yeah it’s kind of really obvious, the only one oblivious is you.” Pfannee sasses, as Fiyero looks for support at Elphaba. Be she nods in agreement with Pfannee.
“Is there something more imp~oo~rtant than my lecture, Mr. Tigelaar?” Dr. Dillamond asks annoyed. “I’m so sorry for interrupting your lecture sir. But have you heard anything thing from y/n?” Fiyero looks down, fidgeting with his hands.
“Oh, I suppose I haven’t. He isn’t in attendance? That is not like him…” Now he only added to the concern. Fiyero gets up and walks towards the exit. “A~nn~d where are you going?” Dr. Dillamond asks Fiyero. “Checking what’s wrong with y/n.” He says as he’s out the door.
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“Y/n, can you let me in?” I hear Fiyero knocking with a concerned tone. “Y/n its me, Fiyero. Are you there.” His concern only growing. “Please make noise so that I know your okay and not hurting your self. Please, baby.” That last part slipped out.
I hear Fiyero take a step back already knowing what he’s about to do. He’s about to kick open the door, and I’ll let him. “I’m going yo be kicking the door in 3, 2, 1.” A loud noise followed by the slamming noise of the door against the wall.
Fiyero looks around, and sees me lying in bed. “Baby, please.” He pleads as he walks towards me, I turn over. “Thank goodness you’re okay.” He says kissing my forehead, grabbing my chin making me look at him.
“I’m okay, don’t be dramatic.” I say, not mentioning him calling me baby. “You’re burning up, you are not okay.” Putting his hand on my forehead. “Let me take care of you baby.”
“It’s just a cold, i’m fine you should be in class anyway.” I try to protest this. “I don’t need to be anywhere baby, I’m taking care of you.”
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bi-bard · 7 months ago
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Taylor Swift Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Fiyero Tigelaar - Fiyero Tigelaar Imagine [Wicked]
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Title: Taylor Swift Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Fiyero Tigelaar
Pairing: Fiyero Tigelaar X Reader
Word Count: 3,233 words
Warning(s): argument, yelling
Summary: Three songs by Taylor Swift that would describe a relationship with Fiyero Tigelaar. Features "How Did It End?", "The Alchemy", and "Now That We Don't Talk".
Author's Note: I did get to see Wicked. I really enjoyed it. We're ignoring the plot of it so I can get this story to work.
I also think this is my first piece of fanfiction inspired by Taylor Swift's music since before my little hiatus.
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How Did It End?
We'll tell no one except all of our friends We must know How did it end?
Leaving Fiyero the first time wasn't easy. It never had been.
It was being ripped away from the best form of comfort I had ever been able to experience. I remember being angry and scared and sad. I yelled at my parents, tried to justify what had happened, tried to explain that my bad choices weren't his fault just because he happened to be with me at the time.
They never believed me. They always saw him as a terrible influence and now they had the evidence to prove it.
Their perspective began to sink in after a matter of months. I found myself becoming increasingly angry with Fiyero, no matter how illogical it felt at first.
Coming to Shiz University felt like it had been a chance to re-center myself. To focus on my future instead of being consistently angry about the past.
But time has a cruel way of making the past relevant in the present.
I had no idea where the rumors about me started. I had no idea who had started the spread of those rumors either.
All I knew was that there was one day where I was living in a quiet peace of being unnoticed and the next, I was being met with strange side glances and whispered conversations about me after I passed.
I tried my best to ignore it. I had hoped it was just my mind attempting to play tricks on me. Maybe they weren't looking at me, but I had just happened to catch their eye. Maybe their whispered conversations were never about me, they just happened to be going on as I walked by.
It wasn't until I met Elphaba in the library that I realized that anything was wrong at all. She had met me with a tight hug, as if softening the blow of something that I didn't realize had hit me.
"What is it," I asked.
"You haven't heard?" she furrowed her eyebrows.
"No... should I be worried?"
"Maybe," she replied, pulling me to sit down next to her. "Someone has started some terrible rumor about you."
I felt my blood freeze for a moment as I realized that my brain hadn't been playing a trick on me. It had been showing me exactly what was truly happening.
"About you and Fiyero," she continued.
I was confused and it must have shown on my face.
"Apparently, your avoidance of him hasn't gone unnoticed... especially after your run-in with him a few days ago," she explained. "I don't know where it started, but there is this story going around that you used to be obsessed with him and his family. Then, your behavior was discovered, and you were sent away. Now, you're avoiding him as a result of your guilt"
"What?" I scoffed. "That doesn't make any sense!"
"Most rumors don't."
"Do people actually believe this stuff?"
"According to my roommate, yes," she confirmed. "A lot of them."
My heart dropped to my stomach and my body suddenly felt like it was burning. It was like a million eyes had all focused on me all at once.
"I tried to tell her the truth, but I have no idea if she believed me or not."
"I'm so sorry..." Elphaba touched my arm.
"I... I just wanted... I feel like a fool."
"You have nothing wrong," she promised, squeezing my arm for comfort.
I tried to grin at her, but my stomach was churning and my head was spinning.
I looked toward the library's entrance just as Fiyero walked in. He had clearly been looking for something. I realized what it was when he met my eyes.
I abruptly stood up, startling Elphaba. "Sorry. I... I need to go. I'll speak to you later. I... I'm sorry."
I quickly walked out of the library, narrowly avoiding Fiyero at the door. I heard his steps behind me.
I weaved in and out of groups of students. My face was on fire as I did. It felt like every single pair of eyes were on me at once and it was beginning to bury me.
If Fiyero had tried to call my name, I couldn't hear him. Or maybe my brain had just tuned him out in the hopes of getting me to go a little faster. I didn't fully comprehend him saying anything until we were in the hallway to my dorm.
"(Y/n)!" he called. "Please, just wait for a moment!"
"Just leave me alone," I muttered, trying to move even faster than before.
"If you would just listen to me for one moment, then I can explain that I had nothing to do with any of this-"
"Leave me alone!" I shouted, sharply turning on my heels to face Fiyero. "This is all you have done our entire lives! I face the consequences for the actions you have done! You made a scene and now I am left looking like a monster! Have you not done enough to ruin any future I had? This is why my parents wanted me so far away from you in the first place!"
"I thought... I thought your parents found new work-"
"Yes, they very suddenly found new work right after you managed to get me kicked out of the best school that I could have gone to in my situation," my voice was sarcastic. "Very believable."
"(Y/n)-"
"Leave me alone!" I snapped again. My voice dropped. Anger turning into pleading. "Please. You've done enough harm."
"(Y/n), please-"
I stepped back into my room, slamming and locking the door behind me.
I stood in the center of the room. I didn't know what else to do or where to go. I was just left there, crying as I tried to figure out what could possibly go wrong next.
The Alchemy
Ditch the clowns, get the crown, baby, I'm the one to beat 'Cause the sign on your heart said it's still reserved for me Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?
It was really nice to find myself with a close friend after all this time.
It was like having a safety net. Someone that I could follow into all sorts of previously scary situations with the knowledge that if I fell on my face, I wouldn't be doing it alone.
I kept having to repeat that thought over and over as I walked with Elphaba to the doors of the Ozdust Ballroom. I had been avoiding this place long before I had an actual good reason to. Large crowds had never really been my thing, so if I could avoid them, I was going to.
"We don't have to go," I said, stopping in my tracks. "We could go have a great night... somewhere else."
"Now, that doesn't follow your usual speech about fear not holding power unless you give it power," she chuckled at me.
"I made that speech long before... you know what happened."
Her face turned into a look of pity as she took my hand and squeezed it. "Be brave on my behalf then, instead of your own."
"Alright," I mumbled.
Her arm locked with mine as we walked toward the doors again.
The entire building was buzzing. The energy seemed to move from one person to another like everyone was connected through some kind of wire.
I spotted Galinda across the room. She was trying to wave down Elphaba. I pointed to her, holding back a chuckle at how she flailed her arms.
"You can go," I said.
"Are you sure?"
"I will be just fine," I promised. "And I will come and find you if something happens."
She nodded and dropped my arm. I grinned as she walked to her roommate. It was nice to see that they had seemingly developed some kind of connection since beginning to live together. They were good for each other. I could see it.
I continued down the steps. I took some comfort in the fact that nothing stopped as people noticed me. Some people glanced at me and muttered something to whoever they were with but still continued to enjoy their night without me interrupting.
I reached the bottom step without feeling like a complete nuisance.
And then, Fiyero spotted me. He was the first to completely stop when he saw me. I stopped too.
It seemed to cause a wave to ring through the room as more and more people stopped. He started navigating through the crowd of people, which was only causing more people to stop and look at where he was heading.
I should have run away. Turned around and walked outside and left everyone to enjoy their night, but I couldn't. Something stopped me where I was as if I had been physically stuck to the stairs.
The music stopping made my stomach lurch. This was exactly what I wanted to avoid. I just wanted to come out and enjoy myself. I wanted to be able to ignore the eyes that could have landed on me. Now, I was left with no choice other than to hear the hushed and panicked conversations between other students as Fiyero weaved through the rest of the crowd.
The room was silent by the time Fiyero had stopped in front of me. In everyone else's mind, I'm sure it was a frightening sight. They were all prepared for the worst. I knew that much.
Maybe they were better off than I was. They had a clear image of how this interaction could go; I had no idea at all.
I tried to remain tall and stoic. Shoulders rolled back and my back straight. Chin held up as if I had something to take pride in.
"I'm sorry," Fiyero said after a moment. It cut through the tense silence like shears through fabric.
I didn't respond. Not because I didn't want to, but because I couldn't.
I still felt some part of me yelling for me to turn around and walk away.
But still, some other part of me told me to just stay because running would do nothing to help me anymore.
"About everything," he continued. "You were right. I have dragged you through mess after mess and I'm sorry. I don't know how that story about you started."
I felt my chest tighten slightly at the mention. Fiyero turned to the crowd that had gathered.
"None of what you have been told was true," he announced. There was some murmuring. "That is all you deserve to know."
He turned back to me. I finally found the ability to speak again, "Thank you."
"You have no reason to forgive me," he said. "None at all, but I would enjoy being in your company again, if you will allow it."
I took a deep breath, letting my shoulders drop a bit before I started nodding. "I think that would be nice."
A smile broke out on his face before he hugged me tightly. I let out a small, shocked sound as he did. I was a little nervous that he was going to pull me off the step. As I stepped back, I looked out into the crowd, who was still standing and watching us.
I heard some particularly loud muttering to the side of the crowd. I looked over to see Galinda and Elphaba clearly in a heated discussion. Well, more Galinda was clearly very passionate about something and Elphaba was trying to get her to lower her voice.
"Will you stop shushing me," Galinda asked, swatting away Elphaba's hand that was trying to touch her arm.
"You are not very good at whispering," Elphaba explained.
"I'm just saying that after all of this, I was expecting them to finally kiss-" she glanced around at the eyes that had landed on her. I was now aware of just how much my dear friend had let slip to her roommate. "Oh..."
"Do you understand what I was saying now?"
"Sorry, continue, please," she motioned to Fiyero and me.
I found myself chuckling over the entire interaction. Fiyero looked at me, seemingly finding some relief or comfort or just joy in my laugh. I don't know if I had ever seen him be quiet for so long. I was about to question it before he abruptly grabbed my hand and led me back up the stairs that I had just barely made it down.
He didn't stop until we had rounded the corner. We were out of sight of the doorway now. Alone... for now, at least.
"I would apologize for that, but I think it would start to make the words seem meaningless," Fiyero said.
"Probably," I agreed.
There was a pause between us. For all the tension that had been alleviated, it still felt like there was still so much.
"I lied," he muttered after a moment. I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "About your hair. It doesn't make your face look weird."
"Thank you?" I laughed a little as I spoke.
Fiyero smiled at me for a moment just like he had been before we had left the Oz Dust. As my chuckling died down a bit, he leaned forward. He kissed me gently as his hands touched my sides. My arms wrapped around his neck as I started kissing him back.
When he pulled back, he didn't move far. It felt like his hold on me only tightened, as if he was scared that I was going to be pulled away from him again. His eyes were closed, face close to mine.
"Fiyero..."
His eyes opened before he spoke, "I've missed you."
I smiled. "I missed you too."
He slowly stepped back, grabbing my hand and beginning to pull me along with him.
"Where are we going," I asked.
"No idea," he shrugged. "You know that I prefer it that way."
I didn't respond, instead just allowing him to pull me along with him. Maybe I could enjoy that way of thinking for a little while too.
Now That We Don't Talk
I miss the old ways, you didn't have to change But I guess I don't have a say Now that we don't talk
I was a child.
I was simply a tall child carrying around books just so I could look like some semblance of a student at Shiz.
At least, that's how it felt when I found myself scrambling from one place to another as soon as Fiyero happened to waltz into the room.
The first time it happened, I had been with Elphaba. We were discussing our essay for Dr. Dillamond's class when I spotted Fiyero from across the quad.
My feet froze, my heart stopped, my eyes went wide. I had completely stopped functioning.
"(Y/n)?" Elphaba touched my arm, trying to shake me out of my panicked state.
And then, Fiyero's eyes met mine.
I abruptly grabbed Elphaba's hand, dragging her with me in the opposite direction of the crowd that was gathering around my old friend.
"(Y/n), what's happening?"
"Nothing, nothing," I explained quickly. "Just want to take a new route. Adventure and discovery and avoiding the large crowd."
She stopped us both, looking at me with nothing other than pure worry. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"Because I think I have," I muttered. "I'm sorry, Elphaba, I really am. I will explain everything soon enough, but I need you to just trust me for now. Please."
She merely nodded and let me continue pulling her with me.
After that day, I made a point to avoid Fiyero at all costs. It was the only choice I really had at the time. I had no interest in drudging up old memories and avoiding him was the only way to truly avoid that.
That's not to say that he never knew I was there. He had spotted me more than once. The only job then would be to get out of the given area before he has a chance to say a single word to me.
Elphaba was more than willing to help with my little escape routes.
I truly thought that I was doing fine.
And then, I stepped out of class and straight into his line of sight.
I think he had been waiting for me. He had no books or notes or anything. He was just there, leaning against the door frame.
I froze for a few moments, my feet becoming stone.
Fiyero's eyes lit up when he saw me in front of him. "I knew it!"
I turned around abruptly, starting to quickly walk down the hall in the other direction. I knew that this building was a circle. I just had to move quickly.
"Wait, wait!"
I did not wait. I had a matter of seconds to track down Elphaba and use her as an excuse for why I was simply too busy to stop and chat with an old friend.
I managed to make a full circle, so focused on checking how far Fiyero was behind me that I didn't notice what was in front of me until I ran into it headfirst.
"I'm sorry-" my words fell flat when I saw I had run into Fiyero. "Oh."
"Hello, (Y/n)" he said as he smiled at me. "I thought that was you."
"Fiyero." I nodded awkwardly, tapping my fingers against my books. "How are you?"
"Oh, you know me," he shrugged. "Having the time of my life."
"Easy when everyone fawns over you," I replied.
"Oh absolutely," he agreed, his expression changing to show his amusement.
He really hadn't changed much since I saw him last. The same attitude and annoyingly convincing charm. Everything about him was exaggerated. It was almost endearing but mostly infuriating.
I saw his eyes bounce along my features. From my eyes to my hair to the rest of my face and body. He was never one for subtly. I always thought it bored him.
His eyes went back to my hair. "When did you change your hair?"
"Some time ago." I kept my answers purposely vague. Unlike him, I had changed. My openness was one of the many victims of the process.
He pouted, looking away from me like a toddler. "I don't like it. Makes your face look weird."
I scoffed at him. "Mature. Good thing you have no right to an opinion on my appearance."
"(Y/n)!" I looked over as Elphaba called my name. I didn't wait to say goodbye to Fiyero before going to meet her and let her drag me away from the scene.
"I owe you," I promised. Since my first incident with Fiyero, I had told her the entire story. She wasn't impressed with him.
"Getting to see the look on his face as you walked away was good enough for me."
I chuckled. There was a pause as we walked before I spoke up again, "Do you like my hair?"
"What?"
"Do you like my hair the way it is?"
"I think it's nice."
"It doesn't make my face look weird?"
"Not at all," she stopped and stepped in front of me. "Please, don't let that boy get in your head. You've worked hard enough to keep him out."
I nodded. "I won't."
It was unfortunate that I had already broken that promise.
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auroracalisto · 8 months ago
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with all the power in oz
movie!fiyero x gn!reader, 2.2k words summary: the reader, rather anxious and studious, finds their self head-over-heels with none other than fiyero, supposed boyfriend to galinda upland. to placate this, they somewhat agree to meet him at the ozdust ballroom. a/n: YOU pronouns are used to address the reader, but there is no usage of y/n. just watched the movie today. tried to find a fic, couldn't. here I am writing one instead. reader worries a lot. so me. you're welcome. also, I'm going into this blind. I have unfortunately never seen the actual musical (downsides to living in the middle of nowhere) so I'm only going off based on wikis and the movie. it should be gn as I read through it like... five different times, but please let me know if I missed something!
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Breathtaking. That's what he was. But could you truly refer to a man like him as breathtaking?
The very features that graced his face were absolutely mesmerizing, and you felt like a fool watching him at times. How could you not? He seemed so full of life, so full of... well, not a care in the world, really. It was as if he brushed everything off of his shoulders without hesitation.
You could only wished you were the same way.
No cares, no worries. How lovely that would have been.
No, you hold onto the things that happen to you as if you have no other way to live. You hold grudges, you think over things that happened years ago that no one could possibly remember.
For someone who wished to be a sorcerer, you had a hard time simply letting things go. Your emotions often got the better of you, even when you knew better. Even when you wished it could be the opposite. But perhaps that was the way of the world.
Not a man in Oz could tell you otherwise.
Books in hands, you crossed the path to your dormitory, brows cinched together in mild concentration.
You had a project in your history class, and an extensive paper to complete on the study of mathematics���of all the things you could have had, a paper in mathematics. You'd rather perform magic in front of the entire student body, but you couldn't.
As you walked, you heard your name come from behind you. Eyes flicker back, a soft frown on your lips. You see him—Fiyero. The one fool you meant to avoid with all the gumption within you.
You'd melt just being near him.
"Fiyero," you softly greet.
He gave you a charming smile, coming up to walk with you. "Heading back already?" he asked.
"I am."
"Working on the project, hm? We could work on it together if you'd like. I'm sure our minds could do wonders," he said, a playful wink coming from him.
"I'm fine," you simply said.
He blinked slowly, but his smile never wavered. "Come now," he said, your name leaving his lips rather sweetly. "Surely you're not going to spend the rest of your evening alone. Why don't you come to Ozdust tonight?"
You looked back at him, frowning. "Ozdust. Me. I don't think so, Fiyero."
"And why not? I'm sure you'd be as dashing as ever."
You stopped in your steps, eyes searching his for but a moment. "Dashing. Are you in earnest, Fiyero?"
"Yes," he said, smiling.
"And what of Galinda? You'll be with her. Why invite me?"
"She doesn't need to know. It's not her business," he said. "Besides, she will be busy with Elphaba. I'd much rather spend time with you."
"And I think you're just pulling my leg," you said defensively. You crossed your arms over your chest, careful to keep your books close.
"Pulling your leg? I haven't even touched you," he said, a cheeky grin on his lips. "Come now, don't play coy. You should come."
"And if I do?"
"Then I'll be quite happy."
You rolled your eyes and went to walk away.
A hand wrapped around your bicep, and you paused, glancing over your shoulder at him.
His eyes widened a bit and he dropped his hand, albeit hesitantly. Perhaps he didn't think he would actually reach out to you. He cleared his throat.
"I really would like you to be there. You'll have the time of your life."
"The time of my life," you repeated. "I don't think you realize how much I dread parties."
"Have you ever been to one?"
"No."
"Then how do you know you dread them?"
"I just know," you said. "I feel it in my bones. I know going will just get on my nerves."
He scoffed, placing his hands on his hips. "I think you're foolish for that," he said. "Come on. What are you losing? A couple hours to work on a project that you know you could finish in a morning session? You'll be fine. Come to the Ozdust tonight. I'll show you a good time."
You clenched your jaw. "I don't want—"
"—I would like you to be there. That is all. I won't ask again." He gave you another small smile before he looked away. "I'll see you around. Perhaps tonight?"
You stared him down. He would like to see you there? Was he being honest? And what of Galinda? Would he be going behind her back? Wasn't he madly in love with her, or something? Or was it the other way around?
He said your name once more, and you looked up at him, letting out a soft sigh.
"Right. Perhaps tonight," you softly said.
The smile on his lips was rather... hopeful than anything else. There wasn't anything smarmy by it. He seemed as genuine as the glint in his eye—the one he used when he spoke with anyone he trusted. At least, you hoped so.
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The night came quickly as you finished up your outfit—one you would hope you didn't look completely foolish in. The color you chose seemed to fit well with almost anything, but you still worried. You always worried about something.
Time was of the essence. You weren't even supposed to leave Shiz University's campus, but here you were, sneaking like some scoundrel.
Well, perhaps you were, listening to the requests of a man who already had a girlfriend—a fantastically beautiful one at that.
But you paid no mind. You did what you could, and soon, you found yourself walking down the steps of the Ozdust Ballroom.
Never had you been in a place like this. It was almost... breathtaking, had it not been for the overpowering smells of perfume and some kind of drink wafting from the bar. Your eyes flitted from patron to patron until you finally spotted him—Fiyero.
He looked just as handsome as ever.
Good Oz, what in the world were you doing? This was foolish.
You took a step back, staring at Fiyero for a moment as he spoke with another man, drink in hand. You needed to leave. This was ridiculous. You were ridiculous! Never in a thousand years would you ever imagine yourself to do such a thing—
"You made it!"
Fiyero's voice rang out above the music.
You look to him, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. Because of course he saw you as soon as you had decided to leave.
Fiyero smiled and made his way to you, taking your hands in his, drink left with the confused man behind him. Surely he didn't just up and leave in the middle of his conversation.
You part your lips and go to speak, but to your dismay, Fiyero is instant.
"I was afraid you had changed your mind," he said. "You look ravishing, darling."
Your eyes widened. Ravishing? You'd been called many things in your life, but never ravishing.
"Galinda couldn't make it?" you asked.
"Wha—no, she couldn't. But what of it? I didn't ask her to the Ozdust, I asked you. I'm glad to see your face."
Warmth blossomed in your cheeks as you watched him. "Fiyero, please... I shouldn't be here."
"Oh, nonsense," he said, grinning all the while. "Come. Dance with me."
"But I don't—"
"—do not say you don't dance. I can teach you."
"Teach me?"
"It's as easy as breathing," he said.
"For you, maybe, but not for—"
"—humor me," he said, smiling.
You pursed your lips. Of course he had to give you that charming smile and the sweet bat of his eyelashes.
"I do not dance," you repeated.
"I think I will be the judge of that."
He grabbed your hands once more and pulled you out into the ballroom floor, smiling all the while.
"You'll be a natural. I can just see it."
"I feel like if I were a natural, you wouldn't have to teach me," you said, gasping as he pulled you close to his chest. His face was dangerously close to yours, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips.
"You know," he began, eyes flickering back to your eyes. "We all start somewhere, do we not? You should know that better than anyone."
"What? What does that—"
He interrupted you by spinning you by your arm, back into his embrace. The music was rather ambient, not quite one for dancing so enthusiastically, but Fiyero embraced it. Hand to your hand, face close to your face.
"See? A natural."
"You merely spun me around, Fiyero. Do not be foolish."
"You could have fell flat on your face," he said, a boyish grin evident on his lips.
"Stop looking at me like that," you defiantly said. "You are far too close to me for my liking."
"Oh, feisty, are we?" he asked, moving his body along to the music and forcing you to go along, too. You nearly stepped on his toes several times. "I do not think there is anything wrong with the way I'm looking at you. You're rather breathtaking, if I may."
Breathtaking. The same way you had described him only hours before. He wasn't a mind reader, was he?
No.
Of course not. That was foolish. He was merely a man. Nothing of great importance—no power within him other than the power he held in every single eyelash as they batted down at you, making you melt over and over again.
"What of Galinda?" you repeated.
"What of her?"
"You shouldn't be calling someone who isn't yours breathtaking. It's quite..."
"There is nothing wrong with admiring the beauty in front of me," he said, your name playfully leaving his tongue. "Look at me. Galinda and I are only friends."
You rolled your eyes. "Do not lie to me."
His eyes widened a bit. "Lie? I do not lie. We are friends and nothing more. Though I do believe she thinks differently..."
"She must," you said, huffing softly.
"But that does not make it true. I have eyes for someone else."
"Eyes for someone else?"
He tilted his head once more. He was rather endearing when he did that.
"Who did I ask to their very first party?" he asked, smiling. "It's quite a feat, isn't it? Afraid you wouldn't show, and then you do, questioning me and everything I stand for, hm?"
Warmth found its way to your cheeks once more. You looked away from him. With the crescendo of the music, Fiyero pulled you closer, fingers lacing with yours. His lips hover dangerously close to yours.
"You know, if you would just give it a chance, perhaps you and I could make some magic of our own."
You let out a curt laugh. "You—oh, good Oz, I hope you never use that line on anyone! Has that worked for you before?"
He gave a cheeky smile. "It seems like it's working on you."
"Absolutely not!"
"Not even a little!"
"No!"
His smile only seemed to grow. "Truly?"
You looked away, swallowing thickly. "I mean... no. Not even a little. Not at all."
"You're lying," he said.
"I am not."
"I do think I know what I'm talking about," he said, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to the soft skin of your cheek. "Come now," he said. "Stop with the lies."
You looked up at him, a soft huff escaping you.
"Fine. I lied. It may or may not be working. But it's not just because of what you said."
"Oh? Are you saying you like me for more than my suave words?"
"Suave words? Who in Oz said they were suave?"
He just smiled, his eyes flickering to your lips once more. "Do you think instead of just a dance, I could try something more?"
"Try what?"
"I think you know."
You blinked slowly at him, your fingers gently gripping onto his tunic. Your lips part in mild surprise, but you realize that you shouldn't have been. He'd been eyeing you the entire evening.
"Very well," you softly said.
"Wonderful," he replied, and in a swift motion, he pressed his lips to yours. It was short as he pulled back almost as soon as he had kissed you, but it was enough to keep you wanting more.
"Fiyero, that wasn't—"
"—come with me," he softly said, lacing his fingers with yours once more. "Somewhere without so many prying eyes, yes?"
Your answer was almost instant: "Yes."
Fiyero led you back up the staircase, and he didn't look back once at the ballroom.
"Where are we going?" you asked.
"Somewhere where I can see you and only you," he said. "If that's alright."
"Oh," you softly said. "Yes. That's alright."
"Then follow me," he said. "Do you trust me?"
You smiled sincerely for one of the first times in the evening. Did you trust him? What kind of foolish question was that? If you had the chance, you'd do whatever he'd ask of you. You found your answer rather quickly, knowing within yourself that it was far truer than any other statement you had ever uttered.
"With all the power in Oz."
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deniable-masterpiece · 28 days ago
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jonathan bailey playing a sexy sassy nerd in jurassic world is too good, i’m wet from just seeing him in the trailers. I NEED REQUESTS FOR DR. LOOMISSSSS
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quier3m3 · 25 days ago
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him crying at touching a dino for the first time genuinely made me tear up i want him BAD please someone write about experiencing that with him i’m BEGGING you
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marrziy · 3 months ago
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3thirtyonethirtyone1 · 7 months ago
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Writing Through Life
SMAU
Jonathan Bailey x writer!male reader
SUMMARY: In which, Jonathan fully commits to being in a relationship someone who makes stuff up for a living.
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‼️All the pics are not mine ( thank God for Pinterest).
❗ English is NOT my first language so be kind.
❗Every interaction is (sadly) purely fictional.
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👤: fred.hechinger, pedropascalispunk, josephquinn
iwriteonnapkinsat_restaurants A little throwback to my week spent on the set of 'Gladiator 2' . It was my first experience as a screenwriter on a project of such dimension and given the positive feedback I think I lived up to the expectations Ridley Scott set me when he proposed to me this idea.
The first two pictures are the reason why you shouldn't let your phone unsupervised at the same table with Pedro Pascal and Paul Mescal (Joseph and Fred are innocent in this instance), while the last picture represents Pedro's reaction when I told him he doesn't look "bonita" when he twirled in his gladiator costume.
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user1: we all say "thank you Y/N" in unison. the first picture does something to me ngl
user2: just saw the movie and my flabbers were gasted
josephquinn ✓: it's a shame you don't like such nice pictures...
→ iwriteonnapkinsat_restaurants ✓: it's a shame that I hadn't written a (more) brutal death for Geta
→ josephquinn ✓: for someone who's dating a british man, you seem quite hateful of the british people
→ iwriteonnapkinsat_restaurants ✓: The only brit piece I allow in my life is Jonathan
→ jbayleaf ✓: 🥰🥰🥰
luxpascal_ ✓: 💋
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iwriteonnapkinsat_restaurants Happy New Year, everyone!! In 2025 I'm planning to:
1. Finally put together the second book in the "Lawmakers" Trilogy whose name I'm going to keep to myself until further notice.
2. To finally finish my PhD thesis, even if its presentation is scheduled in 2026, on Jonny's birthday out of all days.
3. To make the last touches to my newest novel "You made me feel important when you bit me" , which will come out on the 22nd of August.
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user3: OMG!! we're in the same boat. i'm writing my thesis too
→ iwriteonnapkinsat_restaurants ✓: What's the topic??
→ user3: something about economic law
→ iwriteonnapkinsat_restaurants ✓: Good luck. I had my first masters in that. I hated every minute of it
→ user3: noooo 😭
user4: what's your topic?
→ iwriteonnapkinsat_restaurants ✓: The Evolution of Legal Thought in Ancient Rome: A Study of Law and Society Through Cicero’s Works
→ user5: sounds nice ☺️
→ iwriteonnapkinsat_restaurants ✓: Trust me, it doesn't.
kuangrf ✓: Have you read Katabasis yet?
→ iwriteonnapkinsat_restaurants ✓: I didn't, but Jonathan did.
→ jbayleaf ✓: It was amazing.
→ kuangrf ✓: Thank you, Jonathan. At least one of the Bailey-L/N men read it.
→ user4: Why are they arguing?
→ iwriteonnapkinsat_restaurants ✓: We're not. It's just the way our friendship works.
→ kuangrf : Are we friends? 😅
→ iwriteonnapkinsat_restaurants: Girl, I know where you live. (💚 you)
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👤: yourbff, misskathleenglasgow
iwriteonnapkinsat_restaurants I've been asked in my DMs (Yes, I read them) how I manage to jump from project to project without getting tired and/or burnt out. The truth is that I don't jump from project to project. I take a three month break after every demanding task I finish. In those three months I either read something lighter than what I usually read. I was recommended Girl in Pieces by Kathleen Glasgow by Y/BFF who told me I'd like it, but I was a little hesitant, especially because she reads romance and fantasy, which aren't my go-to genres.
If I get bored of reading books 16 year old Y/N would have read (non-derogatory) Y/BFF kindly and consensually drags me to her workshop and let's me watch her doing her magic, until I have to actually paint.
And if I don't feel like painting, I usually go on walks around London. No matter how strong my dislike of british culture is, I won't deny that London streets are very pretty.
I won't allow commenting on this post (besides Jonathan's) because I don't want to turn it into a warzone of (unrequested) opinions and recommendations.
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