#anthony stealing a kiss is too cute

[girl-intrigued]

Talking about Kate's dress in the new sneak peek - it's very Indian & that's coming from an Indian herself!!! When I first saw her I legit thought she was wearing a saree until I saw her dress in full length. Turquoise is actually called Morpankhi i.e peacock-feather colour in Hindi(&Marathi too) also Peacock is India's national bird and she stood out in the entire room. So gorgeous 😍😍

P.S her first dresses in season 2 were turquoise too

[lydiimae]

Jealousy

A.N: OMG I am finally starting this blog. I am so so excited. This is a Benedict Bridgerton fic ofc. The true loml. I'm still debating if I will write only Bridgerton orrrrrr others? I dunno... but for now, here is a lovely, smutty, cutie, Ben fic hehe <3

Warnings: semi-public sex, fingering, vaginal sex, drinking, dirty talk, heavy praise, talk of public heavy petting ;)

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Minors DNI!! 18+

He sighs from beside Eloise, shifting on the picnic blanket for what has to be the millionth time. "Brother, you worry too much about that woman." She mutters with an amused glint in her eye, taking a bite of one of the strawberry tarts the family maids had made for the occasion.

A family picnic was not a rarity during the social season, especially for the Bridgerton's. What was a rarity is that Benedict had invited a woman along, an incredibly important woman at that. Y/N L/N, a daughter of an influential Viscount. The woman he found himself to be head over heels in love with.

"I am not worried. I am merely observing so our brother does not make a fool of himself in front of her." He replies with a huff, taking a sip from his flask before tucking it back into his pocket.

You were merely speaking with his brother. His happily married older brother. He has no reason to be jealous, really, but something in him still tugs painfully at the sight of you speaking to another man. It is only when Kate comes to steal her husband away that you scootch back over to him, a bright smile on your face.

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You move back over to Benedict and look up at his cute pouty expression, smiling at the warmth that blooms in your chest as a result.

You wished to get to know his family before the inevitable happens. Marriage. You know, as well as he does, that you were both going to tie the knot as soon as it was acceptable to do so. You also know that he would scoop you up and marry you tomorrow if he had his way.

At the very first ball of the season, Lady Danbury insisted that she had someone for you to meet. Someone who enjoyed painting just as much as you did. So, she took your arm and led you away from your father to the Bridgerton family. You were confused, at first, when the already happily married Viscount, Anthony, turned to greet you. And then, as if the sea was parting, he appeared. A crooked grin on his face as he moved to see you. Benedict Bridgerton, although he is a second son, stole your heart as soon as you saw him.

From then on you waited with bated breath for every dance you would share, dreamt of him in your bedroom when you got home, and thought of nothing but him in between. You shared stolen glances at every event and even snuck off to any hidden corner or garden you could find for breathless kisses and entirely impolite words that sent your mind into a whirlwind you could not explain.

Soon enough, he started inviting you on promanades and even sooner he wished for you to dine with his family. Get to know his life outside of the stuffy ballroom, to which you found yourself falling even deeper in love than you could've ever imagined.

"You're pouting, Ben." You hum, taking a sip of your lemonade with an eyebrow raised in curiosity. "Indeed. Perhaps if you were not so caught up with my brother I would not have a reason to pout, hm?" He returns, moving to take another sip from his flask.

He was jealous? Of his married brother? You sigh and move your hand over his, shaking your head slightly. You hand him a glass of lemonade. If he truly is jealous, the last thing he needs is whiskey.

"If you truly wish to hear what we were talking about, I shall tell you." You return as he takes a sip of the lemonade you gave him. He moves his hand over yours, just out of sight of his family. A possessive gesture that makes your heart flutter.

"Yes, in fact, do enlighten me." He grumbles with a sigh. "His wife, Benedict. He was talking about his lovely wife, which if you have forgotten, happens to be my dear friend." You sigh, running your thumb over his knuckles.

He looks over at you, his green eyes sweeping down to your lips, then your chest, before finally looking back up. "I care not of what you were speaking about, I should like you to speak with me when it is I who invited you." He practically growls, the tone of his voice making the place between your legs heat up and dampen instantly. A feeling that only happened with him, something he had explained as both desire and arousal.

"You know that I-" You begin, but are cut off by him pulling you to your feet. The glasses of lemonade are now completely forgotten. "Mother, I should like to promenade with Lady Y/N." He fibs.

What he would really like to do is rip the skirt of your dress open, spread your legs wide, and plunge his cock so deep inside of your soaked cunt that you forget everything else. He wants to paint your insides with his seed right here, in front of the whole ton, so that every man can get a glimpse of who you truly belong to.

"Of course, dear. We shall not keep you." Violet replies with a smile before delving back into conversation with Eloise, who also looks up with a confused expression but quickly rolls her eyes and continues to speak to her mother.

You shoot him a questioning look to which he just raises an eyebrow and offers his arm. You take it and he begins to lead you away from the picnic canopies that many families have set up to dine under.

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"Where are we going?" You question after a moment, realizing that you are not following the path around the lake but rather the path to the carriages.

He stops and tugs you behind a tree, pushing you up against the trunk. The bark bites into the little exposed skin the back of your dress grants you and your cunt flutters when you see his expression.

Desire is different for men, he taught you. You can see it in the way his trousers tighten at the front and in the way his eyes haze over. His hands move to your waist and he bends down, pressing kisses all the way up your neck until he reaches your ear.

"Agree to marry me and I shall show you." He whispers, biting the soft flesh beneath your ear causing you to shiver and whine. He grins and licks over the tender skin, soothing the sting.

"You already know very well that I would say yes to any proposal you give me." You breathe, leaning your head back as your eyes flutter shut. His hand skates over your stomach, running up the smooth fabric of your dress until he meets your breast. He cups one and swipes his thumb over your hardened nipple through the fabric.

He pulls away, swiping the saliva off his bottom lip with his thumb before picking you up. You squeal and he chuckles, paying the driver of his carriage off before tucking you inside. He closes the door and the curtains on the window, darkness enclosing the both of you.

"Benedict." You whisper as he lays you back on the velvety bench. "Hush, my love. I shall not do anything before asking I swear it." The title makes your heart almost burst out of your chest. He dips down once more, pressing his lips to yours briefly.

You pull him back down before he gets very far, chasing one of those open-mouthed kisses he gave you at the last ball. He groans, his tongue swiping over yours. He grins over your lips at the sound that escapes, moving his hands to yours where they rest on his chest before breaking the kiss.

"Ben please." You whine, wanting him to continue so desperately. He only smiles, taking off your gloves. "You must have patience, my sweet girl. I am going to ravish you in due time." He assures, pressing soft kisses from your palm all the way up to your shoulder as he takes off his gloves as well.

He reaches your neck, to which he takes a deep breath. Taking in your scent of lavender and citrus, making him groan as it always does. "Do you remember when I taught you to ride my thigh?" He whispers, running his tongue down to your collarbone, nipping the skin.

The memory makes you flood your underwear. You remember well, how could you not? He had lead you to the garden at one of Lady Danbury's balls and sat you down on his lap on the edge of the fountain. He hiked up your skirt and led your hips back and forth until something inside of you snapped so hard you saw stars and stained his trousers. That is where he taught you about his arousal, about yours.

"Yes." You breathe, your eyes fluttering shut as one of his hands moves under your skirt. His slender fingers skating teasingly up your thigh. "Good girl." He praises. He cups your cunt without warning and you cry out, your hips canting.

"Fuck. You are absolutely drenched." He whispers, relishing in the moans he draws from your body just from keeping a hand over your cunt. "And I told you about sex, do you remember that darling?" He murmurs, watching your eyes flutter.

He slowly pushes your skirt up so he can slide off your panties. He tucks them into his pocket, smiling to himself. "Yesss." You moan as the air hits your bare sex. "You told me it happens when we get married." You whisper between whines as his hand comes back, his fingers curling into your pubic hair.

"Such a good listener. So good for me." He praises, sliding two of his fingers along your drenched slit before finding your clit with expert touch. He rubs a slow circle on your button and you moan loudly, throwing your head back. "Now, when a man has honor he waits to take a woman's innocence. But my honor disappeared when I saw you with my brother," You try and protest but he pinches your clit and you cry out before you can get so much as a whisper out.

"So I will take you now. In this damn carriage." He growls, moving his free hand to your hips to hold you down. You whine when his fingers move down. "Fuck you are perfect," He breathes. "I'm going to slide one of my fingers inside now, darling, alright?" He murmurs, the switch from possessive to sweet sending your mind reeling. So overwhelmed, so mindless Just how he likes you.

You nod tentatively, your heart rate spiking which he picks up on. He shifts so he is over you, and kisses the crown of your head. "I'll go slow, hm? Nice and slow. All you need to do is pat my arm twice and I'll stop." He assures, calming your heart. You nod and nuzzle his neck.

He slowly plunges a long finger into your weeping cunt and you whine at the invasion. "Good girl, fuck you are so tight." You gasp and writhe as he curls his finger, the feeling sending a shock straight to your clit. He slowly adds another finger and you moan loudly, your eyes rolling back.

"Ben... so good. Feels...." You cry out when his fingers curl into a spot that sends waves of pleasure through you. He grins and begins to rock his fingers, drawing heavenly noises from your soaked cunt. The carriage filled with the sound of your moans and the squelching of your pussy.

He licks a stripe up your neck, beginning to suck as he rocks his fingers. You curl a hand in his thick curls and tug, your hips desperately trying to move against the palm of his hand.

He kisses your jaw, and then your chin, before finally capturing your lips. His tongue immediately sliding past your swollen lips and tangling with yours. You moan into his mouth as his thumb presses down on your swollen clit, moving clockwise as he rocks his fingers into your body.

He breaks the kiss and pulls out his fingers, much to your dismay, before unbuttoning his trousers. "Benedict... why did you stop? It felt so very nice..." You whine, grinding on nothing to try and gain some sort of feeling.

He groans at the sight, bending down and pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek. "My harlot of a fiancee. So needy for something she does not even know the half of." He praises as he slowly frees his cock, the sight along with his filthy words making you gasp.

He pulls back and strokes himself with the help of your delicious wetness, before looking back at your sweet face. All flushed and wide-eyed. He moves his free hand to your chin, running his thumb over your bottom lip.

"It will not fit, Benny." You whisper, suddenly frightened. His eyes soften and he moves down pressing a swift kiss to your lips. "It will, my love. We will go slow, I promise. Remember what I told you, two pats on my arm and we will stop." He hums, peppering your face with kisses which causes you to giggle and calm a bit. "Perhaps one pat for apprehension, hm?" He murmurs with a smile, pulling back. You nod.

"Good girl." He hums. He leans in and runs his length through your soaked folds drawing moans from the both of you. "Fuck. God, I love you." He grunts and you smile, draping your arms over your eyes to cover your blush. "I love you too, Benedict." You whisper back.

He slowly pushes into your body, throwing his head back at how tight your pretty pussy is. You cry out at the invasion, your hands shooting down to grasp at the edges of the carriage bench. The feeling is a strange mix of pain and something different. A tart taste on your tongue paired with a tingly feeling in your already hot womb. "Fucking hell." He groans before tucking his face in the crook of your neck, stopping halfway so you can adjust.

You whine and wrap your arms around his neck after a moment. "P-Please..... more. I need more, Benedict." You gasp after the pain subsides. God, he almost comes right there. He wants you like this all the time, mindless for his cock. Begging him to fuck you.

"Good fucking girl, Y/N." He grunts before bottoming out inside of you. You moan and toss your head back into the seat cushion and he groans at the feeling. "You feel so good, my love. So ripe, so wet. God, so very tight just for me." He praises.

He begins to move slowly, the slap of thighs meeting thighs filling the carriage. The feeling is so foreign but fuck you never want it to stop. Moans and whines slip past your lips before you can even begin to try and stop them, and you cry out as he speeds up. The noises he is drawing from your body would embarrass you if you didn't adore the way he feels inside of you to the point that you can think of nothing else. You wish to be like this as much as you can, full to the brim with his cock.

"Benedict." You moan and he stalls, gritting his teeth. "Never ever stop moaning my name, you vixen. God, I am a lucky man. The luckiest man in the world." He praises you as he begins to slam into you.

You grip his coat so hard you are surprised the velvety fabric hasn't torn. You cry out when his thumb finds your clit, the feeling sending you up to the clouds. "Come for me, my love." He grunts from above you with a slight slap on your thigh. That sends you over, your vision going white as you scream his name.

He thrusts a few more times before pulling out and pumping himself. He releases with a groan onto your stocking-covered thigh before collapsing on top of you.

After a moment he lifts his head to look at you, brushing your fallen hair out of your face. You smile, almost drunkenly, as you look at him. "That was heavenly." You whisper and he smirks, pressing a kiss to your lips.

"Just wait until we are married. I cannot wait to fill you with my seed and see you plump with my child." He murmurs. resting his head back on your shoulder. Your hand absentmindedly finds his hair, running through his messy curls.

"We have to go back." You whisper to which he shakes his head. "Not yet. I paid off the driver. We have as much time to rest as we wish, dearest." He hums, his eyes closed. You grin and close yours as well, slowly dozing off with him.

You are the luckiest woman in the world.

[newtonsheffield]

How did blushing all the way home Kate and? Anthony end up living together? Who asked who?

I think Anthony asked Kate. Her Feel Something world tour lasts a year. That’s twelve months of Anthony flying out to meet Kate and her meeting him halfway and them stealing moments together. Anthony’s seen the tour on 27 different dates by the time it finishes, right where it started, back in London. He’s loved every one of those times. Every one of them has been special. The first night when he hadn’t ever even met Kate and Hyacinth told him it was the best night of her life. He loved the second time when he drove up to Edinburgh and he spent the night watching from the wings with Kate’s mother beside him,

“I’m so proud of her.”

“She’s incredible, Mrs Sharma.”

The memory of her voice had still been on his mind when they’d spent the night wrapped up together, and he’d been loathe to leave for London again. He’d loved the night in New York when she’d sat him down, the only person in the front row and she’d snuck onto the stage and she’d played Anthony for him for the very first time.

She’d played the last note and let her hands drop from the piano and she’d shrugged, “So yeah. That’s… that’s how I feel. About you. I’m… in love with you.”

Anthony had taken off running towards her, vaulting onto the stage and it wasn’t perfect, when their lips met by any means. Their teeth clashed and their noses bumped but it was the best kiss of his entire life. “I love you too, Kate. I love you so much.”

He loved that he’d taken Hyacinth to Sydney for her birthday and Kate hadn’t minded when he’d asked if he could bring her.

“Of course she can come.” Kate clicked her tongue, “Maybe we can figure out some things to do while you guys are here as well.”

“You want to spend time with my baby sister?”

“I want to spend time with your family, they’re important to you. And you’re important to me.” Kate hummed, “Plus, she’s a teenage girl. Get her her own hotel room and let her go crazy with your credit card. She’ll love you forever.”

He loved every one of those days. Every second he’d gotten to watch Kate shining with happiness, in her element with tens of thousands of people screaming for her. But the last night was his favourite.

Wembley Stadium was calling her name again and she laughed.

“It is so so good to be back Home!”

The crowd roared and Kate nodded, “It’s been such a crazy year. And I am… really glad to have a nice long rest, write some new music.” The crowd cheered again, “Newton’s very happy to be back. Almost as happy as I am, because I don’t know if you guys noticed but I got a really cute boyfriend this year.”

Anthony’s chest burned, as Kate laughed at the audience’s roar.

“He is very very cute. And very sweet and I love him very much. And what do you guys say to listening to a song that I’ve only ever played for him? Okay, Okay, here’s Anthony.”

He’d been so glad, so absolutely happy when they’d collapsed against his mattress later, her head on his chest and it overwhelmed him, how much he loved her.

“I missed you,” She hummed against him. Pressing her lips against his skin.

Anthony nodded, “I hope you know, you absolutely aren’t permitted to leave the bed until Monday at least.”

“You have a very high opinion of yourself.” Kate chuckled, “And I’ll probably miss all my things.”

“Well, you wouldn’t miss your things if you just moved in with me.”

Kate startled, her eyes darting to his. “Are you serious?”

Anthony sat up a little, his heart hammering in his chest as he tucked a curl behind her ear, “I love you, and we’ve been together for nearly a year and I missed you so fucking much this yer, Kate. I don’t want to miss you anymore. I want to come home to you after practices and games and I want you to come home to me as well. I want to be here to cook you dinner and listen to you write your songs and I want to be part of all of it. I don’t want to miss anything. So move in with me.”

Kate swallowed and tears swam in her eyes as she nodded, leaning in to kiss him. “I love that, I don’t want to miss anything either.”

“So you’ll move in here.”

Kate narrowed her eyes, “You don’t have a piano. There’s always a piano.”

“I can get your piano in here.” Anthony chuckled,“I absolutely promise.”

[lilac-hecox]

heeeey! if you’re doing the heart’s dynamic here’s my petition 🤎/ianthony obviously haha, thankssss

🤎KISSES ALL OVER🤎

Ian is laid out under Anthony in his own bed. Anthony is straddling his lap, pressed up over him, a hand planted in the mattress near Ian’s head. Ian is gazing up at him with a fondness in his eyes that steals all of Anthony’s breath, that makes him feel crazy, like that look will eat him alive. All he can do is lean down and ghost his lips over Ian in a soft kiss.

Ian shivers in the best way and his fingers catch in Anthony’s curls, rub along the back of Anthony’s head where his hair is shorter. Anthony tilts his head and then he catches Ian’s mouth again, pressing against him firmer this time, a real kiss.

Ian moans gently, a hand finding Anthony’s shoulder and hanging on, his fingers warm against the bare skin. Anthony breaks their kiss in favor of placing one on Ian’s freckled cheek, the tip of his nose, trailing to his left cheek and kissing there too.

“What are you doing?” Ian asks with a laugh.

“You’re too cute,” Anthony says, as if it is simple and explains everything.

Ian flushes a delicate pink, his lashes fanning against his cheeks.

Anthony noses at Ian’s cheek, trails his lips down to Ian’s bearded jaw and kisses there too. He keeps sinking lower, kissing the dip of Ian’s throat, his collarbones. He feels Ian squirm against his lips and Anthony smiles at the feeling, of how he knows he’s making Ian just a little crazy in return.

Then he kisses Ian’s chest, right above his heart, next to a nipple. He feels the steady rise and fall of Ian’s breathing.

“You deserved to be kissed like this,” Anthony murmurs, kissing a little lower, at the soft and hairy expanse of Ian’s chest and belly.

Ian mumbles like he doesn’t believe that, and Anthony looks up at him as he rests his cheek on the softness of Ian’s stomach.

“You do,” Anthony says.

“Stop,” Ian says, embarrassed, cheeks flushing a darker pink.

Anthony knows Ian is still not so good at hearing the good things, the sweet things, all the affection and love Anthony’s wanted to give for years. Anthony relents and he smiles, and he kisses his way down to where the waistband of Ian’s jeans begins.

Instead of going for Ian’s pants, Anthony picks up his hand and presses a kiss to the center of his left palm. Then he sits down Ian’s hand and picks up the right, pressing a kiss there too.

“Such a sap,” Ian says softly, but he sounds touched, about as emotional as Ian gets.

“Yeah,” Anthony agrees, “you make it easy.”

Ian rolls his eyes but he sits himself up so they are face to face and Anthony is kneeling in the space between Ian’s parted legs.

Ian leans in and catches Anthony in a kiss, and though he can’t speak it, Ian pours all that affection and love into the kiss he gives Anthony, and Anthony can feel it spreading through him like a warmth, a fire, burning across his skin to consume him whole.

[sea-owl]

The thing about the Fae is everything is the know the importance of words, names, and promises. So in their culture, Fae propose to each other by promising to have their beloved's first born. When a Fae finds their soulmate is human, they never specify HOW they will get their firstborn, which is how many humans have been stolen away. Thus why humans think Fae asks for people's first borns as payment but not knowing the truth. So cue young Colin running into a cute little Penelope lost in the woods and promising he'll lead her out, for a price. Once she is safely home, Penelope gleefully kisses him on the cheek and she promises he can have her first born before skipping back into her house leaving a dazed Colin behind. The young Fae had been planning to ask her for food as payment but somehow ended up getting a fiance instead!

Wait your telling me I can do an au where the spouses are trying to be what they think is pragmatic with a fey deal by promising them their firstborns and then horny Bridgerton fayes be like “Well I wasn’t expecting to get engaged today but deal.”

That’s hilarious. Let’s do it. 

Kathony: The Sharmas were near financial ruin, yet Edwina still had girlhood hopes of a love match. Kate, wanting her sister to be happy placed her bets with a fey deal despite Mary's warnings. They can't be too different from the apsara right? Wrong, Kate messed up. On the day she went out to the woods to make the deal she wore her favorite lily scent to calm herself. Well guess who that attracted. Kate tried so hard not to lose her temper, but that damn fey man was so vexing and how she supposed to know she was talking to the heir of the Aubrey Court? "Do you want me to give you my damn firstborn or not!?" Anthony should have been offended, but he was having fun. So he sealed the deal with a kiss, then Kate proceeded to bite his bottom lip.

Benophie: Look Sophie just wanted to get away from her stepmother, if she’s gotta make a deal with the fey to do so and potentially give away a firstborn she never planned to have then so be it. She just never expected Benedict trying to seal the deal with him as her baby daddy and . . .wait husband? What do you mean he wants to be her husband? Oh great he’s a nudist too. Maybe she’ll marry him if he stops showing up everywhere naked. 

Polin: They were the first to be engaged and had been engaged the longest, unknown to Penelope. Penelope was raised along the border of the Fey lands so she has heard all the stories, and warning that adults must tell their children in an attempt to keep them safe. Little Penelope didn’t mean to go into the woods that day, but she was so hurt by the mean things her sisters said. Her crying attracted a young fey. Penelope discovered her talent for words that day when she managed to keep up with the fey boy in witty comebacks. Amused the fey boy said he will lead her out for a price. Penelope agreed, because it was starting to get dark and at the fear of the dark overrode the warnings of not excepting fey deals. By the time they got back to the border where Penelope’s house sat she remembered that she owed him now. She sealed the deal with a promise of the most common one she has heard of, her firstborn. Colin was looking to get food, now he’s got a little fiancé. Well at least she’s witty with her words, that will come in handy when it’s time for Colin to steal her away back to the Aubrey Court. 

Saphne: Simon just wanted to be left alone, and maybe a little revenge. His father also always went on about the old stories of how old families would sometimes mix their blood with those of magical origin and how lucky they were that the Basset line never had too. Right before turning around and saying preserving that line was waste since it led to Simon. One bad day, and one rant from his father later Simon was marching through the woods to make a deal with the fey for a daughter with magical blood. He was gonna give that man a heart attack, and kill the Basset name. Daphne, who wanted a marriage herself, was eager to make the deal. She got to have fun tormenting a human and she got a family out of it? That's the best kind of deal for her.

Philoise: Eloise was probably a little different for her engagement because she went out to find herself a human man for her husband. I mean her older siblings seem pretty happy and in love with their human spouses, so there’s gotta be one for her right? Then she hears stories how her cousin Marina had once been married to a human before she decided to become one with nature once more. Curiosity peaked so she went out to find Sir Phillip Crane of Romney Hall. Eloise found chaos, and she was excited. Phillip was in desperate need for help with his children, their half fey nature made them much more mischievous than any full human child. When Eloise showed up Phillip knew what getting into another deal would bring, but he was desperate. Eloise did have to change the wording a little bit though. “In exchange for my help with the children you will give me my firstborn,” Eloise said as she made herself comfortable. 

Francheal: See Francesca originally had a deal with John, technically the deal was with the Earl of Kilmartin, but when he died before the deal could be completed she transferred it to Michael. The next thing she had to do was track down her new fiance. It's ok, unlike some of her siblings she can be patient for her new fiance to give her their firstborn.

Grucy: Something in Lucy snapped when her human fiancé admitted to her that he was gay and was only going through with their arrangement because his father forced him. She thought before then they could grow to love one another but now she knows while they were currently friends it would be nothing more. The next day she marched up to Gregory, one of her friend’s, Hermione’s, potential suitors and offered him her firstborn. She knew he wasn’t human and was possibly her last chance to get out of this arrangement. She just never expected that he would crash her wedding so she can marry him instead. 

Hyareth: Gareth wanted answers so bad he went to make a deal for them. He gets it he’s the unwanted affair baby but then why did his adopted father even keep him? What obligation did that man have that forced his hand? Hyacinth was delighted at the thought of a treasure hunt, even if it was for knowledge. Plus she gets cute husband who will make cute babies out of the deal. Win-win for her. 

Viscountess Violet Bridgerton, ruler of the Aubrey Court is laughing her ass off every time one of her children come home reporting that they are now engaged to a new human. All these schemers who try to get out their debts to her by trying arrange a marriage to one of her children now have to actually pay up. Plus she gets so many cute new children to dote on and grandchildren to spoil when her new children fulfill their vow. 

[cellythefloshie]

Do you guys remember this ask? Well, I found a Bachelortte simulator. While it's in no way going to top the one I wrote I thought it would be fun to see what it spit out for me. AND it includes more players than my original post! Let's see what it comes up with for me:

Night One

I would never hurt your Ross baby.

Everyone knows how good Freddie looks in a suit.

Tony does seem like the sweet guy that would write a poem!

Flattery will only get you so far Timo - but like don't stop.

Tyler, WTF?

No introduction is needed, Wilson, we know you.

Who were you yelling at before the show to lose your voice, Matty?

Don't need to brag Sid.

OMG such a Pat thing to do LOL

Roman, with butterflies? Damn.

We found who Matty was fighting with, Nico.

Are we going to do this handshake forever now? Yup. Count on it.

Everyone loves magic, right?

Weird way to get the first impression rose, but like Chris would totally rock the look.

Willy being a good singer would not surprise me one bit.

Adam gonna make me blush.

Vince is lucky he's cute.

Picking a weird time to want to boost your socials Andrei. Because we all out here looking for some more off-season content.

You know Vladdy was blushing the entire time.

Barzy, getting shy? So cute!

Most of the rose ceremony checks out. But like sending Anthony, Brady, Josh and Matt home on the same night? Unbelievable. Those men are too damn fine.

Week One

Tyler and Chris out here looking out for me

Tony, don't think like that. You know your sweetness can just sneak up on someone and make them fall for you. It's only happened so many times with The Road Wife, it can happen again

Leave it to one of the most attractive men in hockey to come in and steal the first kiss of the show - no one could say no to Josi

Tkachuk upset about not getting enough attention -> confides in someone -> gives the rose to the person he confides in. Such a bitch move LOL

1 on 1 date with Ross? Yes, please. Horseback riding would be a gong show.

TJ, my first hockey love. Would be such a humbling date.

Such a good-looking group of guys to watch go.

Week Two

As if I'd ever tell you that, Chris.

Roman really out here stealing a lot of my attention. But like, have you seen him?

You guys are really interested in this one question, huh?

Cuddles with Ross? Say less. He should have gotten the rose.

You got a problem with my boy, Vladdy? Jokes on you, he gets the rose.

Thank you, Timo that was needed.

See I told you, Tony!

1 on 1 with Vince. These dates are winning. And such a serious topic! And he's humble!

Damn. What was this version of celly thinking? Sending home Adam, Brayden and Nico all in one go!? Delusional.

Week Three

Andrei, doing sweet precious things? Consider me swooning.

Pretty boy comforting pretty boy.

Cocky and Confident, TJ. Love it.

What is it with me giving roses to the guys that are getting bullied by the other contestants LOL

VLADDY IS PRECIOUS AND I WILL ALWAYS LOVE HIM.

Why would producers let me take Chris on a nature hike when Jeremy was still in the show. Like com'on horrible planning on their part.

Tony deserved better.

Week Four

Timo would 100% not be afraid of PDA in front of literally anyone

Are we sure Vice and I were just cuddling under that blanket?

Chris doing a backflip would be hella impressive

There it is, Wilson, being typical Wilson

I am really bad at giving the boys the attention they want

Why the fuck would I let Andrei make fun of Vladdy!? And then send Vladdy home!? My heart hurts.

Week Five

Let's be real, I'd be out there kissing all of them

You got a problem with Ross? Rose for Ross then LOL

Tom is obviously not too sad about it - he ships it

Should have gotten rid of him when he made fun of Vladdy!

Week 6

It was Shania Twain - has to be if Vince is getting the rose because you know he's having a good time

the crowd is getting thin, but maybe spend the time trying to win my heart boys

OOOF no wonder he's such fuck boy. Still not over that breakup.

AND CHRIS TOO? What are the chances?

Week Seven - Hometowns

A trip to Denmark would be incredible. So many sights to see and it would be such a cool experience to travel there with him. It seems like it would be a nice and intimate time with Freddie and his family.

He's such a family guy, it's undeniable.

An understandable situation. I've only been prospecting like 30 guys over the last few episodes. I'd be cold towards me too LOL

We come full circle to night one. I'd never hurt you, Ross. You're too pretty to be hurt by someone like me.

Week Eight - One on One Dates

I was on tv before this? Damn, I'm going to need to know how that happened.

I can confirm I'd be in love with at least 2 of the final 4 LOL So yes, I'd be very confused

👀 

It took you until the final 4 to freak about the other guys? Couldn't have done this in week 1 when there were like 20 other guys to compete with?

Week Nine - Fantasy Suites

Oh you know it happened

You mean we didn't just have our fun in the hot tub?

ALL THIS TALK ABOUT NOT WANTING TO GET HURT AND NOW YOU HURT ME? I was rooting for you, Ross!

And it brings us to the final two. My 1st hockey love TJ Oshie - the very reason I write hockey rpf and my newest hockey love Vince Dunn. Kind of poetic, isn't it?

The Finale

DAMN, this would make my heart hurt. You know Vince is on the verge of tears while reading that letter. It would not be an easy decision to reject his proposal... and you know... at the reunion special... might be one of those I chose the wrong guy situations LOL Because it was all adding up to look like it was going to be Vince before that moment.

[dreamwritesimagines]

THE MAZE!! THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR AND IT'S EVERYTHING I EXPECTED AND MORE!! but fr dream every single chapter i am somehow surprised AGAIN by your talent i don't know how you do it 😭😭

You gawked at Hugh and Kenneth who both seemed out of breath as Hugh did his breaches while Kenneth got into his shirt, honestly i was just waiting for this to happen but get it hugh!! you deserve to de-stress yourself a bit after these past weeks!!

Anthony looked almost frozen and he straightened up from the wall he was leaning against, stealing a look behind him into the hallway before bowing his head to you. bestie is just lurking in hallways now to come across cherie?? honestly would be kinda cute if it wasn't so pathetic 😭😭

Anthony cleared his throat. “I uh… I am waiting for Benedict.” mhm sure you are

It took you a moment to recognize the figures and as soon as you did, you scoffed. Venus and Mars. yknow this girl rlly doesn't have the best of luck with coming across artworks in this house that are representative of herself & anthony at the moment. wait did percy put them there on purpose bc it reminds him of cassandra??

“I grew up in Paris,” you reminded him. “It is not the first time I see um, men in love,” you lowered your voice into a whisper and he tilted his head. yknow good for her!! and tbh i hope this whole gays in paris thing makes sure lucie isn't scared to be open with her either bc she deserves to be chill

“I see. And are you in love with Kenneth?” “I’ve just met him, Y/N,” he said with a small smile. “Thank you by the way.” i love cherie still asking this first thing- also this is very random but i suddenly thought of it- i'm pretty sure hugh and cherie could be friends with petal from twisted?? idk i'm just getting those vibes

“We’ll see. How’s the rake? Is he still following our lovely nymph around with that tormented look in his eyes?” i love hugh so much you don't even know-

“Why would you want to spend time with him?” again voicing all our thoughts fuck pierre

“No I have, Iona was talking to her and they seemed to be having a fun conversation so I just let them be,” gay!! more gay!! i love how all the gays suddenly start getting together they deserve it!!

“The worst mistake you could do in your life is to get married to someone when you’re in love with another,” she said. THANK YOU PLEASE STOP HER FROM MARRYING PIERRE

You bit inside your cheek but before you could say anything else, you heard Pierre’s voice. oh please fuck off already

You waved at Lucie and Iona and Lucie immediately approached you before Pierre offered you his arm. you're not even writing the actual pierre scenes anymore and thank god you're not having us suffer through them!!

That image of Anthony and Siena separating from a kiss was still flashing in your eyes but you shook your head at yourself, then went to the window to open it, letting the fresh air fill into the room. remember when we used to have fun about her dreams bc she was so ashamed to dream of being in the same room as anthony?? yeah me too. those were happy times.

With a strange timing, Cecily’s words about there being a maze echoed in your head and you pulled back slightly, trying to decide whether you could explore it now or not. i cannot emphasise enough how bad of a plan this is GOD

Even under the moonlight you could see how the doomed princess of Troy looked exactly like your mother, standing beside what looked to be the Trojan Horse. cassandra our bestie!! i wonder if this was placed before or after the divorce??

“I uh… I saw you run here through my window.” god anthony you're a WHORE

You raised your brows, “And you thought you could just join?” exactly cherie tell him!! this is "forgetting" his gloves all over again!!

Despite everything, despite your every single claim to be otherwise, you were still naïve. Even you could tell, because deep down you could feel the hope sparking to life inside of you. no you're more naïve bc you still don't see how in love he is 😭😭

“It’s the logical thing to do, for both of us.” GOD ANTHONY YOU'RE SO STUPID THIS IS WHY YOU'RE SINGLE

“Humiliation?” he repeated and you turned another corner, making your way through the maze as he rushed after you. “How am I humiliating you when I’m asking you to marry me?” honestly mr darcy vibes again he did NOT expect her to reject him

“How about for once you actually pay attention to what I have to say? I would rather marry him than you, because at least with him I know what to expect. But with you? If I married you? Every night I would go to sleep hoping that by some miracle you would wake up in love with me the next morning, and every morning I would find my hopes shattered. Again and again, every single day, Anthony.” cherie my love no- dream you're honestly breaking my heart here i WILL cry please let them be happy again 🥺🥺

“You didn’t court me, you didn’t give me any promises, you didn’t tell anyone about me and now what? I’ve been finally found worthy of…” okay i know this is all dramatic and like yess go off queen BUT i'm severely questioning her judgement if she actually thinks pierre is WORTHY

You spun around to find Cecily by the staircase, holding a candle and staring at you. okay but why is CECILY outside in the middle of the night?? girl what??

“Are you trying to end up married?” she asked. i mean i'm still not letting go off my theory that anthony would definitely compromise her to marry her bc he knows she loves him

“Good night Cece,” you murmured, and climbed up the stairs, barely hearing Cecily telling Anthony to accompany her to the map room. If it were any other time, you would’ve realized just how strange it was but you could barely focus on anything other than your heartbreak. okay but cherie pls focus on the map room thing?? what does it mean?? dream all this chapter has done is make me confused and sad WHAT is happening????

Merel loveeee hi! ❤❤

Awww this is so so sweet of you, thank you! ❤😍

Kenneth and Hugh! I think they’d make a cute couple❤

Oooh he wasn’t actually lurking to come across Cherie for once 😂 He was keeping guard by the hallway because at the end of that hallway, Cecily and Elias were very…busy in a room😂 So Elias told him not to let anyone into the hallway😂

wait did percy put them there on purpose bc it reminds him of cassandra?? Oh a lot of things in Stormview is there to honor or remind of Cassandra, and we will see them ❤❤❤

Awww Lucie being open with her ❤❤ Cherie would be so excited for Lucie’s love story!❤

Hugh and Cherie being friends with Petal? Oh yeah! 😱

And Lucie/Iona romance is like flying over her head😂

you're not even writing the actual pierre scenes anymore and thank god you're not having us suffer through them!! Lolll is this a bad time to say there is a Pierre scene coming soon? 😂

remember when we used to have fun about her dreams bc she was so ashamed to dream of being in the same room as anthony?? It was so cute ❤

Cassandra’s sculpture! ❤ We will hear about that soon😏

god anthony you're a WHORE OH MY GOD 😂 I CAN’T-

He really didn’t expect her to reject him, he thought she would accept 😂

Cherie’s whole monologue was my favorite this chapter! ❤

Oh yeah😂 She was actually about to say “I’ve been finally found worthy of marrying you and having your heirs?” but she stopped herself 😈

Cecily was um…😈 She was returning from Elias’s bedroom 😈😏

Oooh you noticed that! 😍❤ The map room is actually going to be the extra scene this week! ❤ Cecily and Anthony 😁❤

Thank you so much for this darling! ❤ ILYSM! ❤

[iliveiloveiwrite]

Meeting the Family // Anthony Bridgerton

Request: Hello there, could I please request Anthony bridgerton and reader fic where hes introducing the reader to his family for the first time and shes really nervous but the family ends up loving her more than him? Thanks, I absolutely love your work!! Please dont overwork yourself darling❤ - @lespaceboi

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I had so much fun with this request, I love it so so much. I only hope you do too! Lowkey posting this early bc I’m watching the euros final tonight and I won’t have time. 

Warnings: she/her pronouns, female reader, light angst, some worries, lots of fluff, family fluff, Anthony being cute, dialogue heavy, declarations of love.

Word count: 3.6k

Her hands shake uncontrollably as the carriage clatters through London. Taking calming breaths, (Y/N) does her best to stop her shaking hands by gripping her shawl tightly. Her maid, Jayne, looks over at her in concern. “We can always turn back, my lady,” Jayne whispers, “I’m sure Viscount Bridgerton won’t mind postponing to another day.”

(Y/N) smiles warmly at her maid; grateful for the care in her voice. However, she shakes her head. “I’m afraid it can’t wait any longer, Jayne. Anthony’s sister and her husband have travelled all the way from Scotland.”

Jayne sits back against the carriage bench, nodding her head understandingly. “I’m sure it’s going to be fine,” She offers in comfort.

“I can only hope,” (Y/N) whispers, casting her gaze out of window and into the London streets.

She had met Anthony Bridgerton when shopping for ribbons. An unusual time and place to meet anyone, but Anthony had strolled into the shop and asked to see the best ribbons in the place as nothing would be better than the absolute best for his nieces. (Y/N) had giggled at the tone of his voice; unused to seeing such a powerful figure in such intimate settings. Her laughter had drawn his attention to which a conversation began. By the end of the Viscount’s visit to the ribbon shop, he had asked to see her again.

The visits continued in secrecy, or in as much secrecy as one could afford when holding a peerage. The relationship blossomed; what was once considered a friendship was turning romantic, and (Y/N) could not help her feelings for the Viscount. He had captured her, body and soul. She counted every blessing that Anthony felt the same.

The first glimpse of Bridgerton House steals her breath away. The red brick stands out amongst the paler buildings; Anthony’s wealth already obvious but further personified by the sheer scale of his home. The sweet scent of the violet hyacinths perfume (Y/N)’s carriage; their aroma bringing a small smile to her face as she remembers a masquerade party in Chiswick, a balcony and Anthony’s hands on her waist.

Her carriage rolls to a natural stop; (Y/N)’s heart in her throat as she tears her inquiring gaze from Bridgerton House to Jayne. Jayne smiles and squeezes her lady’s hand, a silent offer of support for the afternoon.

“They’re going to love you,” Jayne whispers, bolstering (Y/N) as best she could as the door to the carriage is opened by (Y/N)’s footman.

Now closer, Bridgerton House is much grander. The deep green iron gates pronounce the family’s wealth further. (Y/N) gulps as she takes step after step down the path to already open front door. Her steps falter slightly as she catches sight of Anthony waiting in the entrance; his hair the usual untameable mess that endears her so.

“You came,” Anthony breathes in greeting; his eyes wide with barely concealed surprise as he takes in the sight of her on his doorstep.

“I came,” (Y/N) answers just as breathlessly. Even the sight of him was enough to leave her gasping for breath; there were moments in their prolonged courtship that she couldn’t quite believe he had chosen her, that he wanted her. As Anthony stands there, his white shirt unbuttoned from the collar with his waistcoat undone, she realises that this is the most casual she had ever seen him. His outfit wasn’t proper, but she doesn’t want it to be. She wants to see him from every angle; she wants to know every Anthony there is. So far, she had found herself besotted with each and every one.

Both remain silent as Anthony offers his arm to her. (Y/N) uses the silence to quash the nerves rioting in her gut; she had never been this nervous, not when she was presented in front of the monarch for her season, and not when she danced with the Prince of Wales at his birthday celebrations two years ago. Now, however, her nerves were beginning to get the better of her.

Anthony pauses their journey. “Are you okay?” He asks, a note of concern in his voice.

“I’m nervous,” (Y/N) confesses bashfully, “What if they don’t like me? What if they hate me so much that you end things? I’m having so much fun with you, Anthony. I don’t want this to end.”

“Hey,” Anthony whispers, taking her face in his hands, urging her to look at him, “You’re going to be fine. They’re going to love you, I know it. I’ve spoken about you so much they feel they already know you.”

“You talk about me?” (Y/N) asks, her voice small.

Anthony presses a kiss to her forehead. “Constantly. I’m surprised they haven’t kicked me out with how much I talk about you.”

“You’re really very sweet.”

“Only because of you,” He flirts, pushing his luck by kissing her quickly.

(Y/N) laughs softly against his mouth. “You’re incorrigible.”

Anthony laughs gently, pulling away from her lips but keeping hold of her hands. “I’m as nervous as you,” He confesses, “But I have you by my side to help me get through just as you have me through this too. Any time you want to go, let me know and I’ll call your carriage back round.”

“Thank you,” She whispers before Anthony continues on down the hall, his hand squeezing hers tightly.

“Are you sure you still want to do this?” Anthony asks, double checking, voice wavering as they stand outside the door to the drawing room. “My family can be a bit much to meet all at once.”

“We’re nothing of the sort!” A masculine voice shouts from behind the door.

A surprised laugh leaves (Y/N) lips. She covers her mouth to bring back the mask of perfect decorum, not wanting to insult a member of Anthony’s family. “I’m ready when you are,” She whispers, smiling at the eldest Bridgerton.

“Sooner rather than later,” Anthony whispers before opening the door, giving her the first glimpse at his family.

The Bridgerton brood sit around the large drawing room. Sisters and brothers, husbands and wives – they all mix together as they wait for Anthony and his new beau. Each all fall silent as Anthony and (Y/N) enters the room; their first glimpse of her, their first conversation with her. Anthony had spoken about her constantly but refused to let any family meet her until they were both ready.

Now that moment had arrived.

“Mother,” Anthony introduces to the silent room, “This is Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” (Y/N) exclaims, smiling at the Bridgerton matriarch. “I’ve heard so much about you all,” She continues, casting her gaze around the room.

“It’s a pleasure for us too, dear (Y/N),” Violet announces, “Anthony has been nothing but a ball of nerves since he announced you would be joining us.”

(Y/N) nods at the matriarch, feeling herself become speechless as she takes in the sheer size of Anthony’s family. It isn’t hard to tell who the Bridgertons are among the group are; they each have the same eyes and smile. “It’s lovely to meet you all,” (Y/N) announces, repeating her earlier words, unable to keep the nerves from entering her voice this time.

“I’m Benedict,” The second eldest introduces, jumping up from his seat on the couch, holding his hand out for her to take.

“The artist!” (Y/N) gasps, “I’ve seen some of your work. You’re exceptionally talented.”

“Thank you,” Benedict blushes, excusing himself with a pat to Anthony’s shoulder, a silent sign that Benedict already approves.

“Help yourself to some tea,” A younger woman exclaims in the brief silence between conversations, “I’d get up to greet you, but it would take twice as long as the conversation itself.”

“Please don’t strain yourself,” (Y/N) offers graciously, “Congratulations on your pregnancy.”

“Thank you, dear. I’m Daphne, and this is my husband, Simon.” Daphne introduces, her hand landing on the thigh of a handsome man.

“It’s lovely to meet you both,” (Y/N) greets, making her way to an empty seat at a nearby table. There she pours two cups of tea, one for her and one for Anthony, knowing he would be dropping by in a minute or two. The tea steeps as (Y/N) helps herself to one of the many biscuits, taking a small bite of the buttery concoction before reaching for the milk and sugar. This is a routine she has practiced many times before, knowing exactly how long to stir her tea so it wouldn’t burn the tip of her tongue with every sip.

It’s takes less than two minutes for someone to join her at the table. (Y/N) offers the young woman a polite smile, “I’m (Y/N).”

“Eloise Bridgerton,” introduces the young woman.

“A pleasure to meet you,” (Y/N) repeats, feeling herself already grow tired of the words.

“Are you educated, (Y/N)?” Eloise enquires; her keen blue gaze dancing over the young woman.

(Y/N) finishes her sip of tea before nodding at Anthony’s younger sister. “I am,” She answers, “I studied under a very thorough governess, and I am fluent in French and Latin, but I’ve also been fortunate enough to sit in on some lectures at Oxford and Edinburgh.”

“How?” Eloise all but demands, ignoring the stern stare of her mother as she leans forward, elbows on the table. “You must teach me your ways.”

(Y/N) represses an amused smile at Eloise’s antics. “My favourite cousin, Sylvester, was a student at both. I often annoyed him into letting me attend in secret whenever I visited.”

“Did you attend any interesting lectures?”

(Y/N) nods, happy to further indulge the brunette. “Sylvester was a student of medicine, beginning his education at Oxford before continuing on to Edinburgh where he lives now. I’ve attended a few medical lectures, but I pressured him into letting me attend a philosophical debate surrounding Wollstonecraft’s Vindication of the Rights of Woman.” (Y/N) shakes her head, amused at the memory, “Sylvester didn’t find that one nearly as thrilling as his medical lectures.”

“Anthony!” Eloise calls, gathering the attention of all her brothers, “I’m keeping (Y/N) for myself. You’re going to have to find a new beau, I’m afraid.”

Anthony chuckles, leaving his brothers to their own conversation. “Pray,” He begins, “Just what are the two of you talking about.”

“(Y/N)’s education. Did you know she’s sat in lectures at both Oxford and Edinburgh? I daresay I might attend a few myself.”

Anthony’s hand lands on your shoulder; a warm squeeze has you turning to meet his stare. His smile is fond; his eyes are bright with happiness. “Are you inciting further rebellion in my little sister?”

“Of course not,” (Y/N) playfully scoffs, “Just letting her know that should she want to attend any lectures, I have a connection for her.”

A laugh leaves Anthony’s lips as he catches sight of Eloise’s excited wiggle in her chair. “I’m glad you’re getting along,” He murmurs to (Y/N) quietly, dropping an unexpected kiss to her hair before entering a debate with Eloise, explaining why she cannot go about interrupting lectures at prestigious universities.

Leaving the siblings to their bickering, (Y/N) stands from table, wanting to stretch her legs and discover more to the drawing room. By this point in the afternoon, the appeal of company has worn off. The large family now broken off into their own conversations; Francesca and Michael remain sat close together on the couch under the window, Lady Violet remains sat by her eldest daughter – the matriarch keeping a weather eye on her pregnant daughter.

(Y/N) smiles fondly at the scene before turning to one of the many fixed bookshelves in the room; leather bound volumes line the shelves. There wasn’t much for light reading, she thinks to herself as she reads the spines. Much about the War of the Roses and the subsequent Tudor reign, not much in the way of Miss Butterworth and the Mad Baron.

“You’re very pretty,” A young girl announces from behind (Y/N). She turns to find two girls, both no older than four or five, their hair matching pigtails, curled into ringlets.

(Y/N) kneels to their height, ignoring the pinching of her corset as she smiles at the young children. “Why thank you,” She states gratefully, “But you know what I would really like?”

“What?” The eldest of the two asks, leaning forward in anticipation.

“Gorgeous pigtails like yours,” (Y/N) smiles, gesturing to their hair.

Both girls break into wide smiles, already won over. “What are your names?” (Y/N) asks.

“I’m Amelia,” The eldest states proudly, “I’m five and a half.”

“I’m Belinda,” The second girl introduces, “I’m four.”

“Well it is lovely to meet you both,” (Y/N) compliments, “My name is (Y/N).”

“We know,” Belinda chimes. “Uncle Tony talks about you all the time.”

“He does, does he?” She murmurs amused; catching sight of the brunette doing his best not to intervene on the conversation taking place with his nieces.

Amelia nods. “All the time!” She cries happily. “He talks about your hair, your eyes, your smile.” She breaks off, leaning towards (Y/N) to whisper in her ear. “I think he’s in love with you.”

“Do you think?” (Y/N) questions, unable to keep the eager hope from her voice.

“I know,” Amelia nods sagely, “I heard Uncle Tony tell Mama and Papa.”

(Y/N) presses her lips together to keep the wide smile from growing across her face. She had known that Anthony felt very deeply for her though he had never uttered a word. With a quick glance in Anthony’s direction, she gestures for the two girls to come closer. “Can you keep a secret?”

Amelia and Belinda nod silently; too excited to hear what (Y/N) has to say. “It just so happens,” (Y/N) whispers to the two girls, “That I also love your Uncle Tony.”

“You do?” Belinda squeaks.

“I do,” (Y/N) nods seriously, “I love him very much.”

“Are you going to tell him?” Amelia asks; her blue eyes wide with burning curiosity.

“I think on some level he already knows, but I plan on telling him very soon.”

Both girls squeal in happiness, leaving (Y/N) behind as they run towards their parents. Daphne and Simon greet their children with open arms, wide eyed at their level of noise as they demand their voices to be heard over the hubbub of the rest of the family.

“I don’t suppose you’d enlighten me to this particular conversation,” A warm voice sounds from behind her. The way his arm slips around her waist, as if it were his home, tells (Y/N) that Anthony has found her once more.

“A secret for another day,” (Y/N) teases, turning to face the man that had captured her heart so wholly.

“Will you tell me later?” He asks, pushing out his bottom lip in a pout that has her giggling.

“Perhaps,” She whispers, leaning ever closer to the Bridgerton. “Only if you promise me something.”

“Anything,” He whispers seriously, “I’d give you the world if I could.”

“I know you would,” She murmurs, “But all I’m asking for is for you to not pester your nieces over what I told them.”

“How did you know?” Anthony asks, voice glum.

(Y/N) brings a gloved hand to his cheek, her thumb brushing his cheekbone. “Because I know you, my dear.”

Anthony leans into the touch, turning his face slightly to press a kiss to her wrist. “I like being your dear.”

“I like being yours too,” She replies earnestly. “Now, I’ve spoken to most of your siblings. Do me the honour of introducing me to Francesca, she came all the way from Scotland, it’s rude that I’ve neglected her.”

“Yes, my darling,” Anthony responds, taking her hand and leading her to the couch where Francesca sits with her husband, Michael.

The day continues in a similar fashion. Bridgerton House had never been quiet when the whole family was in attendance; raucous laughter and loving bickering filled its many corners with noise. The life and laughter of the family bringing the house to life.

As the grandfather clock ticks closer and closer to the evening, (Y/N) finds herself lamenting the fact that she must leave the Bridgerton family so soon.

“I must take my leave,” She announces to sad cries to Amelia and Belinda, already so attached.

“So soon?” Benedict asks, frowning as he wonders when he’ll get to continues his conversation with her. So few wanted to talk about art nowadays.

(Y/N) meets Anthony’s gaze, hating how sad he looks. “I’m having dinner with my parents and their friends. An occasion I simply cannot miss, I’m afraid.”

“Do we know them?” Violet asks in an attempt to delay the inevitable. She had grown fond of the young woman over the course of the afternoon, seeing how perfectly she fit amongst her family, how she brought out the best in her eldest son.

“The St. Clair’s?” (Y/N) enquires, drawing her shawl around her shoulders. “My father has worked with Lady Danbury’s family for a long time. Gareth and I are old friends.”

“Have a wonderful time,” Violet announces, “But please visit us soon.”

“I would love to,” (Y/N) smiles, crossing the room to be by Anthony’s side.

Offering her goodbyes to the large family, (Y/N) takes Anthony’s offered arm, hooking hers through his as they descend the grand marble staircase to the foyer. “Your family are lovely,” (Y/N) compliments as she takes care not to trip over her skirts on the stairs. “You all care for each so much, it’s clear the moment you enter the room.”

“My mother and siblings are the best people I know,” Anthony murmurs, walking beside (Y/N) at a steady pace in order to delay her departure by a minute.

“I can only hope they liked me,” She worries, her teeth biting into her bottom lip in a way that has Anthony restraining himself by gripping her arm tighter.

“You were wonderful,” Anthony murmurs, pressing a lingering kiss to her cheekbone before helping her into her carriage.

“Thank you for today,” (Y/N) calls, sticking her hand from the window to prolong the contact between Anthony and herself. She wasn’t quite ready to say goodbye; wasn’t quite ready to leave him.

“Thank you for coming,” Anthony answers, kissing her hand before tucking it back through the window of her carriage. If they didn’t say goodbye now, they wouldn’t say goodbye at all. If she didn’t leave, he would most likely offer marriage on the pavement than somewhere proper.

Nodding to her footman, Anthony watches her carriage leave. He stands on the doorstep to Bridgerton House until her carriage is no longer in sight. Only then does he let himself release the breath he didn’t know he was holding.

Weariness washes over him as he turns to face his childhood home. Inside, in his mother’s drawing room, await his family. Each one ready to give their verdict on the woman he has had the good fortune to fall in love with.

Sighing, he kicks at the ground, knowing he cannot delay this any longer.

His mother and siblings are where he left them; his mother’s drawing room. They fall silent at the sight of him; each clearly unwilling to make the leap and be the first to broach the elephant in the room.

“What do you think of (Y/N)?” Anthony asks; voice loud in the ever so silent room. He meets the eyes of each of his siblings, not missing the way Daphne leans into Simon or the way Michael reaches for Francesca’s hand. They’ve all found their love matches; it was now Anthony’s turn.

Colin takes the fall for his family, standing to face his eldest brother and titled peer. He clears his throat, fidgeting on the spot before he eventually pauses all movement, breaking into a smile to declare, “We all loved her!”

“You do?” Anthony asks, falling onto a nearby couch in shock.

Violet smiles at her eldest son. “We do. (Y/N) is a sweetheart and looks to be just as taken with you as you are with her.”

Blush begins to paint Anthony’s cheeks. “I can only hope, dear mother.”

“It’s true,” Amelia chimes, her young face bright with joy. “She told Belinda and I.”

“You have found your love match, my darling boy,” Violet states warmly.

“It does help that (Y/N) is a trifle more tolerable than you, dear brother,” Benedict teases, laughter bright in his Bridgerton blue eyes.

“And so educated!” Eloise gasps, “We had an enlightening conversation about Wollstonecraft’s Vindication on the Rights of Women.”

“She was wonderful with Amelia and Belinda,” Daphne murmurs, her hand falling protectively over her pregnant stomach.

“Why do I get the feeling that you prefer (Y/N) to me?” Anthony murmurs, mischief bright in his eyes and evident in his voice.

“That’s exactly what we’re saying,” Gregory points out, “I only hope (Y/N) can keep up with your obsession with Pall Mall.”

“A worthy obsession,” Anthony argues, mind wandering to the games he could play with (Y/N).

“She’s wonderful,” Violet interrupts, a large smile on her face as she takes the final say.

Anthony smiles widely at his mother; constantly grateful for her love and care throughout his life. She had been lost after the death of his father, as had Anthony, but Anthony had never truly understood what it would feel like to lose someone you love as wholeheartedly as his mother loved his father.

Until now, that is. The mere thought of losing her sends a lance of pain through his chest, cutting short his breath and increasing his panic. Anthony shakes his head to rid himself of such thoughts and feelings.

Calm enough, he faces his family once more. “I plan on proposing to (Y/N),” He announces, showing his family the ring box that has been sitting heavily in his trouser pocket all day.

“Thank goodness,” Francesca murmurs, smiling indulgently at her big brother. “I cannot wait to call her sister.”

“Indeed,” Anthony murmurs, a loving smile on his face, “I cannot wait to call her my wife.”

******

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[soupbabe]

hiya Anthony! if it's okay, could i ask for jolyne cujoh x plus size female (or gender neutral i don't mind) Reader? i'm curious how she would be like in a relationship with someone who's different from her when it comes to size :>

Jolyne Cujoh with a Plus Size! Gender-neutral! S/o

Of course! But a quick reminder that I don't write fem readers! Only Male/Masc and Gender Neutral readers ! <33

- Jolyne loves you so much, she isn't one to judge looks!

- When she first saw you she couldn't stop staring she thought you were so cute dhdjsksn

- For a while you avoided her and her gaze, her reputation for being a violent prisoner gets around a lot

- She'd have to have Ermes play wingwomen to get you both talking 💀

- That or you overheard F.F. and Jolyne talking and Foo looked over, pointed in your direction and said "Ooh! So that's Y/n! You're right, they are kind of cute."

- Onc you both start dating, she loves having you with her

- Always holding your hand and stealing kisses from you whenever the guards aren't looking

- She's always going to be lounging on you, whether she's using your softer arms as pillows or using your thighs as a pillow

- She has no filter, she'll regularly compliment you and will say anything on her mind

- She once told you that she'd let you crush her with your thighs once and immediately died of embarrassment afterwards

- Like yea she has no filter, but even she didn't pay any mind to it as she said it, only catching her words after it left her mouth

- That's how you know her attraction is genuine lmao

- You tease her immensely and she'll literally just hide in your chest so you won't see her blush

- Did I mention she loves your chest?

- Regardless of identity or chest size, she's in love dvdjdbdj

- Prison hard and cold,,,Chubby cutie tits warm and soft

- Lord help anyone who talks shit about you and your appearance

- Jolyne doesn't take that kind of slander lightly and will

- Like at most she'll mess with the person a bit, using Stone Free to make them trip and look like an utter buffoon until they apologize to you

- Ik I don't like to focus too much on an insecure reader, but literally just imagining Jolyne being the type of person to kiss the areas you say you're insecure about to prove to you how much she loves all of you

- Like?? Oh my god

- Don't like your tummy? Kith. Feeling down about your face or double chin? Kisses you multiple times until you get flustered and giggly

- She loves her fat s/o so much, she's feels so lucky to have you <33

[stxphxn-strange]

moments we had and suddenly lost

a/n: wanted to write smth self indulgent and fun and sweet and cozy, this was the result. for most of it. sorry not sorry for the ending (tw for character death though)

“Did you see the way Bruce just spoke to me in the groupchat?!” Stephen asked, not at all angry but very surprised.

“Finals stress is probably hitting,” Christine replied. “I keep suggesting he tries meditation.”

“You’ve suggested that to everyone.”

“And none of you so far have listened!”

“... okay true.”

Christine rolled her eyes at Stephen conceding. “Where’s Ant?”

“Studying with Carol and Rhodey I think,” Stephen said, not yet realizing that someone had just gotten home. “Or in class, I don’t remember if he said his class was meeting today or not.”

“It wasn’t,” Anthony replied from the mudroom. He shrugged off his jacket and hung it up, stretching in place for a moment. “Hi Christine.”

Christine waved with the hand that wasn’t busy highlighting her notes, glancing up slightly as Anthony crossed the room.

“Rhodey’s still out?” Stephen asked. He looked up from his computer, reaching out for his boyfriend.

Anthony nodded. “He went to get lunch and run errands with Carol and I think someone else. I dunno, I came home because I’m tired.”

“I’m not surprised, you haven’t slept more than a few hours this entire week,” Stephen replied. He kept his voice low and soothing, partly to ensure he didn’t distract Christine from her reading.

“Hence why I’m admitting exhaustion-induced defeat! I’m going to take a nap,” Anthony said. “If I’m not up in an hour will you wake me up please?”

“An hour and ten?” Stephen suggested.

Anthony sighed fondly. “Okay. Thank you.”

“Go get your sleep,” Stephen murmured, hugging him close. Anthony was half sitting on him at this point, but neither of them minded much. “And get under a blanket, you’re fucking freezing.”

“It’s cold out!” Anthony replied. He softly kissed Stephen’s hair. “Good luck with studying, both of you.”

“Thanks man. I’m going to dinner with Hope later tonight so that’s making this a little more bearable. I can’t stand your boyfriend,” Christine said, throwing in a friendly dig at Stephen.

Anthony laughed lightly. “Don’t worry, I can’t either.”

“What did I do to deserve this treatment?” Stephen asked, unable to hide his amusement and laughing with them.

“I’m obviously kidding, you’re good to study with. And a half decent friend I guess,” Christine replied.

Stephen flipped her off and pretended to scowl, his facial expression softening as Anthony kissed him again.

“I’m going to go sleep,” Anthony said. He pulled Stephen in for one last kiss. “Love you lots, good luck!”

Stephen smiled. “I love you too. I’ll wake you up after an hour and 10.”

“Thank you!” Anthony called as he left the room. He was already forming a plan to steal one of Stephen’s hoodies and nap in it, thinking about what music to listen to while he rested.

++++

Christine left at the same time Stephen’s alarm went off, reminding him that he promised to wake Anthony up. He didn’t want to, knowing his sleep deprived boyfriend could really use more rest, but too long of a nap would keep him from falling asleep later that night.

“There aren’t enough hours in the day,” Stephen muttered to himself as he headed towards his room.

“Amen,” Wong called from his own room, the door slightly ajar.

Stephen poked his head in. “I didn’t even know you were home.”

“Because I’m being quiet, obviously. I’m meeting Pepper and Loki to study with them, and I think Bucky is coming too,” Wong replied. He was neatly arranging his backpack, filling it to the brim with books and notepads.

“Got everything?” Stephen teased.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than bother me? Go bother Ant,” Wong replied mirthfully, taking his laptop out of his bag to quickly repack the whole thing.

“He’s sleeping! I was on my way to wake him up, forgive me for wanting to check on you,” Stephen bantered back.

Wong just rolled his eyes, giving Stephen a good natured shove as he passed him in the doorway. “I’ll see you later, good luck with whatever you’re doing for the rest of the day.”

“You too,” Stephen replied, finishing his trip to his room as Wong continued in the opposite direction. His heart burst when walked in to see Anthony still sleeping and wearing one of his hoodies.

He looked so comfortable and relaxed for once in his damn life, and Stephen hated to disrupt him just as much as he hated breaking his word. He gently shook Anthony’s shoulder a few times before beginning to brush his hair back from his face. It was about two minutes later when Anthony woke up, blinking in love and annoyance while expelling the stray sleep from his eyes.

“As much as I hate waking you up from your rare moments of sleep, this drowsiness is cute on you,” Stephen murmured. “Good nap?”

Anthony huffed in exasperation and pushed his head against Stephen’s hand. “Too short.”

“I know,” Stephen soothed, continuing to play with his boyfriend’s hair. “Sometimes it feels like no amount of sleep is ever enough to feel rested. Even when I slept for 11 hours that day I was still tired.”

“Sounds like a personal problem,” Anthony quipped, still a bit out of it. “How was your studying?”

“It went well. I’m not going to worry about this test tomorrow morning, I’m just going to try and relax tonight,” Stephen said, ignoring the first thing Anthony said. He smirked, knowing he wouldn’t be able to take his next words seriously. “Maybe I’ll even to go sleep at a decent hour.”

That... didn’t happen. It just didn’t. 

One (1) coffee driven all-nighter later, they sleepily headed off to take their respective last exams of the semester. Stephen’s exam was earlier in the day, but Anthony went with him when he left “for good luck.” That was only half true, he just wanted any reason to be around Stephen and vehemently told him that.

“Anthony I adore and appreciate you but you really didn’t have to walk with me,” Stephen said. “You could’ve slept before your test.”

Anthony scoffed. “I really don’t think a power nap would have any effect. Besides, I want all the time with you I could possibly have.”

They stopped walking in the hallway, Stephen looking at Anthony with a loving gaze and smiling at him. “I can’t wait until break starts.”

“We’re almost done,” Anthony replied. “Aside from waking up early for our flight tomorrow, we’ll be able to sleep in for the next few weeks!”

“We’ll be able to try and sleep in,” Stephen corrected him.

“We’re saying the same thing,” Anthony said with a little laugh that made Stephen smile even more.

“All I want to do is lay on the beach with you at least once while we’re away,” Stephen said.

“That can be arranged,” Anthony replied fondly. He looked up as a clock chimed somewhere in the building.

Stephen yawned. “That’s my cue to go and look over my notes before the exam.”

Anthony nodded and pulled him close again. “Good luck! You’ve got this, I love you,” he murmured against Stephen’s lips, kissing him between each clause.

“I love you too, see you at home?” Stephen replied.

“Of course. Pep and I are going to lunch after we’re done at 12:30, text me if you need or want anything and I’ll bring it,” Anthony said.

“I might be asleep, I’m taking a fucking nap before Bucky’s party tonight,” Stephen said. “Or not-party. Whatever it is.” 

++++

Despite the fact that no one outside the friend group was there, Bucky’s game night/dinner quickly spiraled into a full on party. There was dancing and snacks and jokes, everyone finally relaxing for the first time in weeks. Tired as everyone was, partying and dancing the night away was a good way to get rid of the last bit of final exam and grade stress. Grade point averages didn’t matter, just friends and memories. And because they were... themselves, Stephen and Anthony were late. 15 minutes late was actually pretty good for them, but their tardiness was always amusing to their friends. 

“We would’ve gotten here earlier had Anthony not changed his shirt three times,” Stephen explained to a fondly exasperated Bucky.

“I only had time to do that because you fell asleep! And you had the audacity to be annoyed with me for waking you up, even though you asked me to,” Anthony replied.

Stephen didn’t say much, unable to argue with that. “I hate to say it, but you’re right.”

“At least you’re cute about being woken up,” Anthony said, unable to refrain from teasing him. “Your tired face reminds me of my sister’s cat when she’s angry.”

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.” Stephen rolled his eyes.

“May I host my damn party please?” Bucky tapped his foot impatiently. “Are you done with this interruption or can I finish talking?”

“Honestly I thought you were done,” Stephen replied sincerely.

“I don’t think Bucky is ever truly done talking!” Sam called from another room.

“Hm, you both have that in common,” Stephen said to Bucky and Anthony.

“Oh hush,” Anthony quipped, looking at Stephen with nothing but love in his eyes. 

“Conveniently for you bickering jackasses, we’re telling embarrassing stories about each other. Basically you have to tell a story while the rest of us decide if it’s a true story or not, and we can ask three clarifying questions.” Bucky had a fiendish look in his eye as he explained the game. “And since you were late, I think it’s fair we put one of you on the spot.”

“I think we know an appropriate amount about each other already,” Wong muttered jokingly. 

“You don’t want to hear about the time Loki stabbed me with safety scissors when we were kids?” Thor asked. “Rude.” 

“That’s all you ever talk about, and I said I was sorry!” Loki replied. “At least I didn’t get banned from Michael’s for a few years... Hela.” 

“I’ll dump my wine on your head,” Hela said in an icy voice. 

“Not on my white carpet!” Bucky muttered. 

“Hey how much do you want to bet that the Odinsons are going to start wrestling by the end of the night?” Wong asked Stephen as he and Anthony sat down and joined the others.

“Oh they definitely will. If they don’t I’ll buy you a sandwich when we come back from break,” Stephen replied. “Anthony will you be a witness for this incredibly stupid bet Wong and I are about to shake on?” 

Anthony, curled up against Stephen’s side, nodded with a yawn.

“Great. If the Odinsons don’t piss each other off enough to start fighting, Stephen owes me a sandwich,” Wong declared. They sealed the bet with a very gentle high five, Stephen loosely lacing his finger’s with Wong’s. 

Wong dropped his hand. “We’re not close enough to be that affectionate,” he said teasingly.

“Aww but I’m tired! I want to hold hands with everyone,” Stephen mumbled. “Anthony will you hold me?” 

“Anytime baby,” Anthony replied, pulling Stephen into a hug. 

Both Stephen and Anthony were extremely physically affectionate, even more so when they were tired. The long week drained them of their energy and stole 90% of their snark, leaving them “annoyingly snuggly” according to their friends. When they got home from the party, Rhodey rolled his eyes at how clumsy they were, completely sober but completely exhausted. 

Anthony didn’t even bother changing out of his suit when they got home, brushing his teeth and collapsing into bed as soon as possible. He left the lights dimmed, just bright enough so Stephen could see while he was in the bathroom. Anthony was almost asleep when his phone rang, annoyed at the interruption until he saw who was calling. 

“Buona sera, Mamma,” He greeted her warmly but sleepily. 

“It’s a bit late to be considered evening, isn’t it?” Maria asked. “How was the party? Or was it not a party? I don’t remember.”

“It ended up turning into a party and it was only our friends there! But it was super fun, we’re just really tired,” Anthony replied. “We’re getting up in a few hours for our flight.” 

He looked up as Stephen ran into something and cursed colorfully. 

“You okay?” Anthony asked, holding the phone a bit away from his face. 

“I tripped over my bag,” Stephen replied, unceremoniously laying on top of him. He was also still wearing his suit, knowing he’d probably sleep more comfortably in PJs but at this point it was too late to care. 

“Stephen’s been clumsy again,” Anthony informed his mother. 

“He says that as if he didn’t almost fall down the stairs this morning,” Stephen added. 

Maria rolled her eyes on the other end of the call. “Stop bickering and get some sleep, you two. I’ll see you Sunday, okay? Anthony I was just calling to see how the end of your week went, we can talk more tomorrow.” 

“It went well! I just can’t wait to spend time on the beach and see you and Natasha,” Anthony replied. 

He could hear the smile in his mother’s voice as she replied. “I’m excited too. I’ll let you get some sleep now, sweet dreams! I love you.” She was talking to them both, their happiness warming her heart. Maria smiled when they said they loved her too. Stephen was basically her son-in-law at that point (she even addressed him as such), and she couldn’t wait to see them both.

Stephen was asleep before Anthony even hung up the phone. He meant to set an alarm, knowing Anthony had one set but they both had a tendency to oversleep. It would just be an extra precaution, a “just-in-case,” but at the time he was too tired to set it. 

Luckily, something was on their side and they were begrudgingly awake on time. They met an equally tired Bucky in the morning, their only relief being that they could try to sleep on the flight.

“I’m buying a coffee at the earliest possible opportunity,” Bucky said as soon as they got to the airport. 

“You sound like Anthony,” Stephen remarked. 

“In this one instance maybe. You guys have more in common than most people I’ve ever met,” Bucky replied. “But I guess that makes sense because you’ve known each other since the beginning of time, you’re basically the same person.” 

“That’s not true! I’m taller,” Stephen said. 

“You asshole,” Anthony quipped. He yawned and leaned closer to Stephen as they walked towards their gate. “Bucky what kind of coffee do you even drink? I thought you didn’t like it.” 

“Somehow Sam convinced me that cappuccinos are good,” Bucky replied.

“They are,” Anthony insisted.

“Oh I agree, but as far as Sam knows I’m still on the fence about them. I can’t have him thinking he’s right,” Bucky said humorously.

Anthony winked at Stephen before replying. “True. If he finds out he’s right you’ll never hear the end of it.”

“I hate you,” Stephen said, his words betrayed by his loving tone and the way he reached for Anthony’s hand.

“It’s going to be such a long flight sitting next to you two idiots,” Bucky muttered. 

Stephen was unsure if he scoffed or laughed at his friend. “We won’t bother you, at least I won’t. I’m going to sleep at, as you put it, the earliest possible opportunity.”

He fell asleep before the plane took off, resting his head on Anthony’s shoulder and staying as close to him as possible. Anthony didn’t mind Stephen’s using him as a human neck pillow and fell asleep shortly after, leaving Bucky with peace, quiet, and a chance to take embarrassing photos of them (to send to the groupchat later). They slept for almost 75% of the flight, just in time to hear the announcement that it’d be landing early. Bucky, concerned about missing his connecting flight to Vancouver, relaxed at that news and closed his eyes to sleep until they landed.

“We could go to the beach today, if you’d like,” Anthony suggested softly, still waking up. “Of course we have a bit of a trip to take before we’re home, and there’s no telling what traffic will be like when we land, but we could probably go for a bit.”

Stephen hummed in agreement. The beach wasn’t far from Anthony’s house, and there would be plenty of time over the holiday. He’d be lying if he said the idea didn’t entice him. He didn’t say much of anything out loud, but smiled as Anthony kissed his head as if to say he understood.

++++

“Bucky are you all good for time?” Stephen asked as they walked through the airport. It was a relief that they landed early, even more of a relief that LAX was surprisingly quiet.

Bucky shrugged his backpack over his shoulder, looking at his phone and presumably checking his flight information. “Yeah I’m good, I have about an hour.”

“Want company while you wait?” Stephen offered.

“No, I’ll be fine,” Bucky said, shooing them away. “Go home and sleep or go to the beach or some shit. Be safe okay?”

“You too, have a good flight Buck,” Anthony replied.

“Why are you saying that like I’m in control of the plane? I didn’t go to flight school,” Bucky quipped.

“What would we ever do without your snark?” Stephen teased. “How are we going to survive the whole break without you Bucky?”

“The two of you are snarky enough for each other, you know that. But if it’d make you feel better, I’ll roast you the next time I see you,” Bucky offered. He then added, mostly to himself, “Or in the groupchat.”

“What was that last thing you said?” Anthony asked, vaguely registering what Bucky said.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll see you guys!” Bucky replied, effectively ending the conversation. He smiled as the couple waved to him and continued walking through the airport, automatically finding their way to holding hands.

It was just under half an hour later when they left the airport, preparing for a scenic drive with hopefully minimal traffic.

Stephen glanced at Anthony as they got into his car, putting on his sunglasses. “How does it feel to be so bright that you put the sun to shame?”

Anthony shrugged, lightly tapping the steering wheel. “I dunno Steph, you tell me.”

“We’re not talking about me, douche” Stephen replied.

“Really? It seems like we are,” Anthony murmured. “Is there anything you want to get on the way home?”

“I don’t think so,” Stephen said with a yawn. “I’m just tired.”

Anthony nodded in agreement. “I don’t blame you, I don’t feel like doing much of anything today, we can see how we feel once we get in.”

“I don’t care what we do, I just want to be around you,” Stephen said breathlessly. He was still holding onto last night’s exhaustion, which only made him even more affectionate (and Stephen knew himself to be an extremely affectionate person as it was). 

He couldn’t help but smile when Anthony told him the feeling was mutual. 

++++

The next day, Anthony woke up to his phone ringing and at least 60 missed notifications from almost everyone he knew (mostly family). His mailbox was probably full from the amount of calls he got, everyone from his sister to his mother’s assistant trying to reach him. It was a sharp contrast to their afternoon spent lazing on the beach and by the pool, their air of panic almost tangible in Anthony’s phone.  

“Fucking hell,” he muttered, quietly enough so he didn’t wake up Stephen. He’d just scrolled through all of the various missed call, voicemail, and text notifications when Natasha called him again.

It was the combined noise of the annoying ringtone and Anthony slipping out of bed that woke Stephen up, the med student pouting slightly. “Anthony turn your alarm off.”

“I’m sorry Steph. It’s not my alarm though, my phone’s ringing. I’ll be back, I think my sister needs something,” Anthony replied. He softly kissed Stephen’s cheek before going into the kitchen to see what was going on.

Natasha didn’t answer Anthony’s text, calling him instead. “Do you really not know what happened?

“Good morning to you too,” Anthony replied. “And no, will you please tell me? You’re starting to scare me.”

“Hold on,” Natasha said. She hung up, only to call him back from their grandmother’s home phone. “Okay I’m back.”

“I thought you and Nonna were going to get Mom from the airport, what are you doing home?” Anthony asked.

“We—”

“Did the flight get delayed? I haven’t heard from Mamma since yesterday, she missed my calls,” Anthony continued.

Natasha became increasingly sad and frustrated with her brother as he kept interrupting her. He wasn’t doing it to be hurtful or dismissive, the siblings regularly talked over each other and it was in Anthony’s nature to speak his stream of consciousness aloud. Just this once Natasha needed him to listen first, to tether him to reality if only this one time. “Yeah, because—”

“I was hoping I’d have a call from her when I woke up, but she’s one of the only people I haven’t heard from today. Even her assistant called me, and he doesn’t usually—”

“Chiudi il becco! Per amor di Dio, chiudi quella cazzo di bocca e ascoltami!” Natasha snapped.

“Mi dispiace.” Anthony apologized immediately, hearing how upset Natasha was. “What’s wrong?”

“Look at the news,” Natasha replied, her voice shaking.

“Should I be looking for something specific?” Anthony asked, turning the TV on. “They’re about to go to a commercial, and—”

The rest of his response was cut off as he dropped his phone in shock.

Stephen was just falling into heavy sleep when he heard something crash, followed by frantic cursing from the kitchen. He sat up and was about to go see what was wrong when his phone rang, announcing a call from Rhodey. “Hey man, what’s up?”

“I just called Tones but he didn’t pick up and his mailbox is full, I was only calling to say that I’m so sorry and I hope the both of you are okay,” Rhodey said. “And obviously my family and I are here if you need.”

“What are you talking about? ... Did something happen? We just woke up, Ant went to go talk to Natasha,” Stephen replied.

“I shouldn’t be the one to tell you,” Rhodey said. “You guys can call me later if you feel up to it, okay?”

Stephen was still super confused, his concern increasing as he heard Anthony swearing again. “Okay, thanks Rhodey.”

He tossed his phone aside and stood up, walking a bit faster than normal for a sleepy Saturday. The situation, whatever it was, was too cryptic and Stephen was almost afraid of whatever he was about to find out. He was relieved when Anthony hugged him tightly, relieved that he hadn’t fainted the way Stephen worried originally. 

Even still, he was inconsolable and shaking like a leaf seconds away from falling to the ground. Anthony stumbled over his words, sentences turning into high pitched sobs as he tried to explain what happened. He eventually broke the hug and moved to sit in another room, still trembling as Stephen sat beside him. Anthony was close to panicking, needing comfort as much as he wanted to curl up alone and hide. He laid with his head on Stephen’s lap, his eyes staring sightlessly at the rug his mother picked specifically for this room and this house. He’d turned the television off after seeing the headline for the first time, refusing to accept it. He was still holding onto the remote, debating whether or not to turn the news channel back on as Stephen began to comfortingly pet his hair. Eventually he decided to do it, knowing he wouldn’t be able to say the truth himself. 

Anthony was stubborn, even in his worst and most painful moments, and forced himself to try anyway. “They hadn’t gotten to the airport yet,” he said, his voice strained from crying. 

Stephen, who’d been looking at him the whole time, just hummed and waited to see if Anthony would say anything else. 

He didn’t, and he didn’t need to as the anchorwoman on TV said everything there was to say. Stephen felt his blood turn to ice as he heard the story, each word in the anchor’s professional tone hurting more than the last. 

“Good morning and breaking news if you’re just joining us. Howard and Maria Stark were reported dead early this morning just outside of New York City, following what looks like a collision with at least one other vehicle in a major accident. Sources are unsure of exactly what happened and where, but the Starks were confirmed dead at the scene. They were reportedly on their way to JFK airport when the collision took place, Mr. Stark himself at the wheel. More updates to follow as we receive more information...”  

tags: @atypical-snowman @stark-strange-love2 @h3mmy @kiwidino @chocopiggy @doctorstephenvincentstarkstrange @maya-custodios-dionach @majesticnerdynerd @spooky-n-spunky @thespacecryptid @ocforeverything

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

AIGHT Y’ALL I wasn’t tagged but I’m doing this anyways because f u c k  i t

It's the year 2021 and you're obsessed with The Karate Kid. How are you feeling?

Deadasss weird as fuck, my dude. Like...out of all the things I could’ve predicted happening in our lord’s year 2021, it definitely was NOT getting hyperfixated on a hammy gay ship with a punk and a nerd from a goddamn karate soap opera. And yet...here we are??? I will never understand hyperfixations, my guy. But I’ve met a lot of really cool people in this fandom, so I can’t really complain.

Did you grow up with TKK or are you new to the series?

I have never seen a single Karate Kid movie in my entire life. When I was a kid, it looked kinda dumb so I never got into it XD But then I saw my roommate watching Cobra Kai on Youtube Red one day (he has every streaming service known to man) and I was hooked. And...here I am!

We gotta do the basics. Favorite character:  

Literally EVERYONE except for Kreese, Yasmine, Kyler, and Tory, sorry stans

Okay but if we gotta pick, Johnny Lawrence is my Problematic Fave. Also I love my boy Daniel, he’s trying his best!!! And Amanda LaRusso, we stan a queen!!!

Among the kids, definitely Miguel, with Demetri as a close second. I also love Sam, Aisha, Moon, and Hawk (pre- and post-Bastardization Arc, anyways XD)!

Favorite ship:  

Take a look at my username and take a WILD FUCKING GUESS lmao Yes it’s Eli/Demetri because DUH, every interaction they have is so fucking gay and Eli fucking saved him!!! And came back to him!!! And betrayed the world’s most terrifying dojo with a WAR CRIMINAL SENSEI all for Demetri!!! And how Demetri was willing to forgive him for everything at the drop of a hat because he always had faith there was still good in his best friend??? That’s TRUE LOVE motherfuckers. Please let them kiss in Season 4. I will sell you all of my limbs. Sam/Miguel is a close second because they’re cute as shit and it’s just so lovely to see two people so unapologetically smitten with each other. They are in LOVE, and I will RIOT if they break up again!!! Keep Sam and Miguel together 2k21!!!

Underrated character:

SAMANTHA LARUSSO!!! The amount of hate my girl gets for acting like a normal teenager and fucking up occasionally JUST like the rest of the cast makes me want to start punching things. She cares SO MUCH about her friends!!! And she loves the shit out of Miguel!!! She hasn’t always been the best friend but you know what??? Neither has Hawk, and we still forgave his ass!!! Also LET HER BE FEMININE but also kick utter ass, my god!!! Femininity should not be synonymous with being weak, y’all! ALSO DEMETRI, like yes, he likes to complain and occasionally run his mouth, but guess what else he likes to do??? Never give up on the love of his life his best friend Eli Moskowitz and refuse to lose faith in him no matter how much of a little shit he’s become, and I for one think that’s very badass of him. Also the way he takes care of Eli pre-Cobra Kai in his own snarky bastard way makes me absolutely Weak and needs more appreciation. Like the dude has charisma and COULD have probably made other friends and left Eli behind if he wanted, but did he??? No, he wants the weepy loser with the lip scar in the polo shirts and dorky sweaters and will protect him as much as his wimpy ass is able!!!

Underrated ship (don’t say therapy, lol):  

Among the adults, Daniel/Amanda!!! Like maybe I just don’t watch that much tv, but it seems kinda rare to me to see a happily married hetero couple, and it’s just nice to see a married couple who genuinely love each other and where there’s not like...lingering resentment or some shit. I feel like this ship gets overshadowed by Lawrusso a lot (which like--okay, fair!!! Daniel and Johnny do have a ridiculous amount of chemistry, and the gay undertones are undeniable, so I get it), and it makes me kinda sad. I do love Lawrusso, but I don’t like when Amanda has to get her heart broke for it to happen, you feel? Among the kids, honestly YasMoon. Like I really love the idea of Yasmine trying to better herself because of Moon’s influence on her and because Moon like...inspires her to be a better person, I guess? With their pretty strong friendship, it just makes more sense to me for Yasmine to get a redemption arc through Moon than through Demetri. ALSO girls DO often pull the whole “mean girl” shtick to cover up being closeted lesbians, and Moon IS canonically bi, so it could work!!! I just think this one could be a really interesting Friends to Lovers take, and could make a really nice coming-out arc for Yas. And MoonPiper too, honestly!!! Like they only got 5 seconds of screentime so I understand WHY it’s underrated, but I still love what we DID get and loved that there was a canon gay ship (even if only for 1 scene lmao). I’m really excited to potentially see more of them in Season 4!!! Please, I’m begging!!!

Wax On, Wax Off or Sweep the Leg?

Sweep the Leg because it will always be deeply hilarious to me how Demetri took note of the first move Eli ever used on him and spent presumably weeks perfecting it OUT OF SPITE just to get him back with it at the soccer game MONTHS later. Just goes to show how OBSESSED Demetri is with Eli and their little karate rivalry which is just NOT straight, I’m sorry

Which of Daniel’s dumb little outfits is your favorite?

There’s something so funny about this pretentious little fuck walking around in fancy suits once he becomes a #SuccessfulBusinessman, and still occasionally trying to do karate in a full-ass suit (take THAT, Tom Cole’s boba!!!) I’m also a big fan of how he looks in his gi with his little headband. Still killing that look as a 40-50-something!!!

Character from the films you most want to return, who’s not Terry Silver:

Tbh I have still never seen a single Karate Kid movie (they took them off of Netflix, RIP), so...I don’t really care if they bring anyone else back??? I’m invested in the characters we already have in the show, I don’t need some rando from the movies to make a cameo to have a good time XD The only character I really wanted them to bring back was Ali, and they already did, so like...I’m good??? That’s all I really needed, I can die in peace now XD

Scene that lives in your head rent-free:

Basically any fluffy Elimetri scene, but 5 in particular: ~Miguel first meeting Eli and Demetri at the lunch table, and Eli looking at Demetri like he hung every goddamn star in the sky ~Demetri going off at a terrifying, “unhinged” karate sensei on the first day of Cobra Kai because he made fun of Eli’s lip and Demetri is not about that shit ~ELI STEALING DEMETRI’S NACHO AND SMIRKING AT HIM, LIKE EXCUSE ME SIR PLEASE BE A LITTLE LESS HOMOSEXUAL IN FRONT OF YOUR GIRLFRIEND ~Eli yanking Demetri onstage during Valley Fest to hold a board, and Demetri being visibly like...extremely turned on when Eli breaks said board ~ELI SAVING DEMETRI DURING THE CHRISTMAS FIGHT, ELI APOLOGIZING, DEMETRI AND ELI KICKING COBRA ASS TOGETHER AKSBDCUWYVCBU

Will Anthony LaRusso ever be relevant?

I hope not! He’s kind of a funny meme character to pop up now and again but I don’t think he deserves a serious plotline when there are so many more interesting characters to follow.

You live in The Valley and are forced into the karate gang war. Which dojo do you join?

Miyagi-Do because Cobra Kai would eat me alive. Also I’d probably straight up get stuck and die in that cement mixer, if I even made it that far XD Besides, being salty that your friend who you have a crush on likes martial arts better than you and starting martial arts to impress them but also being too lazy to join anything TOO intense is a Big Mood and I am certainly not speaking from personal experience here, no sirree

What’s your training montage song?

"Shut Up and Drive” by Rihanna for a weight-training and bicep-flexing montage, ���Whatever It Takes” by Imagine Dragons for a more intense punching-and-kicking-shit montage. I don’t know why this is, I just feel it in my heart.

It’s the crossover event of the century! Which TV show are you combining with Cobra Kai for an hour-long Saturday night special?

*Briefly panics because I don’t actually watch that much TV and most of the stuff I do watch is fantasy/sci fi shit that absolutely would not work for a CK crossover*

Hmmmm okay but ACTUALLY

You know what would be fucking funny as hell would be an It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia crossover. Allow me to elaborate: ~The Gang goes to LA on vacation during the height of the Karate Dojo Wars. They literally can get barely anything done without all these goddamn karate-fighting teenagers getting in the way. ~They are all very annoyed by this. Even the most obscure of tourist attractions is eventually intercepted by karate fights. ~Mac tries to join Cobra Kai because he sees all this karate fighting on, and wants to unquestionably prove both his badassery and masculinity. Both Johnny and Kreese are like “Wtf are you doing here? Aren’t you like 30?” ~Mac gets a planet-sized crush on Johnny after all of 5 minutes and endlessly gushes to the gang about him. The gang mercilessly roast him about this and about how much of a pathetic loser with his life together in no way whatsoever Johnny sounds like. They proceed to have exactly 0 self awareness about this. ~The Waitress is in town visiting family or something, and Charlie is stalking her, as per usual. However, every time he’s about to go up and talk to her, a pack of battling Miyagi-Dos and Cobra Kais throwing punches and kicks everywhere blocks his path. One times, Mac is among one of these packs and Charlie is like “???? He didn’t get kicked out of that teen karate dojo yet???” ~Seeing how much the Kids These Days seem to like fighting, Charlie drops by a local high school to try and sell Fight Milk to the kids doing karate. Only Kyler and Brucks buy into it, and subsequently get the entire West Valley High wrestling team sick. Charlie is inevitably arrested, as Counselor Blatt thinks he’s selling the kids drugs. ~Dennis makes a plan to have sex with every hot chick he can in Los Angeles. He meets Ali on a dating app post-divorce, and inevitably tries to bang her. It doesn’t work. ~Frank crashes the rental car, and inevitably the gang ends up at one of Daniel’s dealerships. Dee quickly takes a liking to Daniel and is like “Watch, assholes--Imma homewreck this guy’s marriage.” She starts frequenting the dealerships to attempt to flirt with Daniel, until one day she walks in on him having sex with Johnny in a back room and she’s like “Is that the guy from Mac’s goddamn dojo?!?!” ~Dennis, of course, tries to sleep with Amanda. Amanda is not having it, and rebukes him in the most snarky, Amanda-esque way possible. Dennis is just like “Oh not AGAIN--the women in this goddamn diva city have too high of standards!” ~Later on, the gang is at the beach and Dennis spots the blonde lady he went out on an ill-fate date with, and decides to give it another shot--that is, until he sees her go up and kiss another woman and he’s like “IS THAT THE LADY FROM THE CAR DEALERSHIP??? STUPID-KARATE-KICK-COMMERCIAL’S WIFE?!? YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.” ~Dee complains to Dennis about her lack of luck getting laid, and Dennis is just like “Oh come ON, is everyone in Los Angeles gay???” Smash cut to Hawk and Demetri having sex, Moon and Piper making out, Bert and Nate holding hands, Chris and Mitch doing oral, and Amanda, Ali, and Carmen having a threesome. ~Frank tries to scam Kreese into buying cheaply-made karate equipment for his dojo. The gang ends up having to leave LA because Kreese is quite literally plotting all of their murders.

For tagging, uuuuhhhhhh @jackonthelongwalk @soe-leo @max-eagle-fang @cc-tinslebee @backawayfromthegay @asphodel-storm do the thing, if y’all haven’t yet!

[newtonsheffield]

The new video that the bridgerton page posted it’s too cute😭

They’re so fucking CUTE!

This is 100% Them when Anthony calls on Kate the morning after they’re engagement. After banging on Lady Danbury’s door at 7am like a horny little idiot.

Lady Danbury rolling her eyes when she sees him talking to the footman like “I suppose you’ll want breakfast as well.”

This is them during the four days Anthony probably allowed for their engagement. Sneaking kisses when their Mamas aren’t looking (Mary and Violet are pointedly looking away), stealing little moments of affection from one another.

Kate looks so Happy, and a little embarrassed when Mary spots them and clears her throat, Anthony can’t look anything but smug and proud as he straightens at the noise. Because he’s getting married. And this time he knows it’s to someone who loves him and he loves her. Pride has always been one of his faults he knows, but it doesn’t feel like it now. Because the thing he’s proudest of is that Kate chose him to be her husband. When she’d always said she never wanted one at all. She met him and she’s choosing him and the life they could have together and he’s proud of that. And if that’s a sin, so be it.

[lovelyirony]

Could I get number 30 "Why is arson always your first answer?" With winteriron?

England wasn’t necessarily Tony’s favorite place to be. For one thing, Pepper always asked for some sort of collection of Burberry scarves, and Tony would rather die than step foot in a store, but Pepper is the one who makes sure he gets out of countries and into countries as discreetly as possible. 

For another, England usually means either expensive art or expensive jewelry, and art is a bitch to get out of an event if you haven’t worked up a back story for the last year, and jewelry is...well. People are bound to notice if it’s famous enough. 

This go-round, it’s art. A rare miniature of a high-society woman, someone Tony doesn’t at all care about. He has a buyer from the middle of nowhere Montana, and he’s not sure why a cowboy from Montana cares about this so much, but he offered a pretty steep salary for Tony, so here he is. 

The thing is this: Tony Stark is not known as a thief. No. He is known as a reclusive billionaire who only comes out of his house, like, once a year to mourn his parents. 

Except he doesn’t do that, that’s just the yearly walk that he lets them notice and take pictures of. 

Anthony Carbonell is known as an elusive thief who likes to make fun of every single agent of any organization that attempts to track him or the works that he’s stolen. It’s cute, honestly. 

Agent James Barnes is the newest hire at SHIELD Protection, which moonlights as an insurance agency. 

His newest job is one that no one else has managed to complete: capture Anthony Carbonell, and protect the newest artwork. 

It’s sending him to England. He has to wear a suit and everything, and he’s not exactly excited about it. 

All they know is that he���s dark-haired, is shorter than six feet, and has a penchant for playing practical jokes on the agents when they end up not capturing him. 

- 

Barnes touches down in England, follows one of their British agents to a safe-house, and gets out the tuxedo. 

God help this night. 

- 

Tony usually isn’t thrown for a loop when it comes to guests at high society auctions. Most everyone is publicly known, or at least known when they should be known. 

There’s a new man in town. 

Tony can’t deny that he has the nicest looks he’s ever seen. A jaw that won’t quit, eyes that seem to observe everything, and a tasteful bun drawn at the back of his head. He also fills out a tuxedo quite nicely. 

Something about him screams danger. Tony smiles to himself in his cocktail; he’ll keep his eyes on that man, so far as everything goes to plan. 

- 

Bucky can feel eyes on him, but he can’t tell if it’s because he’s technically new to all of this, or if it’s because Anthony is here and he already knows. 

He wasn’t stupid. He knew as soon as he walked in that Anthony would be here, and he would be aware. But he’s not really going to focus on the people milling about. He sticks close to the miniature, observing the security measures. 

Or lack of. 

The security measures are barely there. If Bucky could cause a distraction in the room, or maybe pull a fire alarm, he could easily abscond with it. 

He assumes that’s why the band is in another room. He had read the reports that Clint had managed to nick; the band was supposed to be playing in the room, but an anonymous guest had suggested that the acoustics were better in a room adjacent. 

He’s pretty sure that Anthony had recommended that, wherever he was. It’s not like any of the rich people would have had common sense enough to call ahead and ask about the placement of the band, and take into account the arch of the room with the acoustics of a violin. 

It’s smart, honestly. Everyone is dancing, they want to notice what other people are wearing so that they can either discreetly copy them later or make a laughing stock of them in about six minutes, give or take, and no one will notice if someone who wasn’t supposed to be there in the first place slips out. 

He’s not exactly wrong. 

But Tony has been working for an exclusive catering company for two months. Very fun stuff. He learned that he will never want to eat another crab cake again, and he learned how to improvise descriptions for food that is essentially chicken fingers and ketchup. 

Barnes is looking for someone who looks like they fit in. And Tony does, just...not in the way that he actually knows how to do. 

If he was high society, he’d be recognized immediately; everyone still knows how Howard smiled, how Maria moved around the room with the practiced grace of someone raised to be a fun little accessory on your arm. 

Tony has both of those attributes, and if people actually noticed others, they would clock him easily. 

-

He got bold. 

Too bold. 

He was serving appetizers, and he offers one to the new guy on the block. 

“Care for one?” he asks, eyes timidly looking up, energy nervous. 

“Thank you,” New Guy says, and he looks at Tony directly in the eyes. “I appreciate it.” 

No one thanks you at events like these. 

And no one looks at you. 

This was the mistake. 

-

His features are umistakable, Bucky decides. The way his head tilted when he offered the food, the way his eyes look at his, and they’re not used to being looked back at. 

It almost fooled him. Almost. 

But most who work for the upper class learn early on from someone or another that you don’t look, even if you know that they won’t spare you the time of day. 

He’s tempting the odds, and he’s exactly the kind of person who would do it. 

Bucky has Anthony Carbonell’s face memorized, from the surprisingly warm brown eyes to the way he walks away. 

- 

Tony has blown this mission. He knows it. He fucking knows that SHIELD knows who he is right now. 

He texts Pepper, incorrect grammar and everything: 

tell guy job is over. i can refund him for inconvenience. 

what do you mean, over? 

been had. :( 

i don’t like that that’s your reaction. but get out of there, whatever means necessary. i can’t get you out of there until tomorrow morning, or i lose the deposit on your room . 

srsly??????? 

yes, seriously. the woman who let us rent it was very specific about two-day-stay. in the mean time, maybe grab a bottle of wine or something. how are you going to escape? 

well...

don’t you dare

-

Arson is an art that has to be carefully done, if you were wondering. You can just decide to do it, but you need to have some experience for it. 

Tony has. Kind of. 

He has a matchbook from a local hotel that he went into, and it’s been tucked into a pocket of his pants, and he is currently debating if he can actually finish the job or not. 

“Is arson always your first answer?” 

Shit. 

“Uh, smoke break?” Tony asks, knowing that it’s a Very Stupid Excuse because he doesn’t have any cigarettes. 

“Be real with yourself,” Barnes says. “You also have a very unfortunate British accent, as in it sounds terrible.” 

“My apologies if I didn’t work on it,” Tony says. “I’ve been too busy with...other things. Speaking of which, you’re new to SHIELD, aren’t you?” 

“You’re my first mission.” 

“How unfortunate.” 

“And why is that?” 

Tony smiles at him, and it’s disarming how genuine it looks. How genuine it is. (Bucky’s been able to spot a fake smile since he was seven and his mother let Mormons into their house. He knows a lot of things.) 

“Well, darling dearest, I’m going to make my escape.” 

“And you’re saying I can’t find you?” 

“Oh, you’ll find me. You’ll see me everywhere.” 

Tony then proceeds to kiss the ever-living hell out of Barnes. 

It is probably the best kiss of his life, honestly. 

And it leaves him dazed. 

Dazed enough that Tony only has a light jogging-pace as he makes his escape, stealing one of the various Rolls Royce cars that is parked underneath a brilliantly-lit lamp. 

- 

Bucky keeps thinking about that line, about seeing him everywhere. 

He doesn’t know what it means. He describes Anthony Carbonell to a sketch artist, they ask around, and then there’s Friday. 

Friday. 

It’s the day everything becomes clearer and yet infinitely more complicated, because Anthony was right. 

Tony Stark is dedicated to a more “transparent’ image for his company. He’s stepped into the limelight, and all the attention is on him. Everyone in the world is stalking his every move. 

It’s smart. Bold and risky if any former clients have seen his face, although Bucky has no doubt that he has enough money to make sure they go away quietly. 

It means that he can’t be touched. For at least one year, maybe two. 

God, it’s smart. Be so well-known that even the secret agencies would be found if they even attempted to reach you. 

- 

Pepper thinks Tony is God’s Given Idiot. 

Arson probably would have been the better choice. It’s not like the building didn’t have insurance, and it’s not like the fire would have lasted for that long. 

Instead, Tony has decided to make himself internationally known and request a meeting with the guy who could have ended his career, and still could if he talked to the right people. 

-

Sam thinks knows that Bucky is God’s Given Idiot. 

He agrees to the fucking meeting. 

It’s a well-known, public restaurant. It means that Barnes is going to be well-known, or at least photographed from an angle that’s unflattering. 

He should’ve debated, should have fought for a secluded place, or at least somewhere on their turf. God, that would’ve been an iota smarter. 

- 

They both sit down. Peruse a menu that neither are interested in. 

Bucky is wondering what the procedure is on leftovers. And if he’s paying for his own bill in this. He was invited, but with everything going on, he’s not sure. 

Tony sits across from him. Tony, with a now-distinctive goatee, an easy elegance, and a satisfied look in his eyes. 

“You amaze me, James.” 

“Bucky.” 

“I refuse to call you that out of respect for humanity.” 

“I don’t answer to James.” 

“Then what about another nickname, hm?” Tony asks. 

“Like what?” 

“Take your pick. You could be honey, darling, or love. Or something more creative, although if it’s kinky, I’d like it in writing before I refer to you in public with that, so-” 

“James is fine.” 

“Knew it would be,” Tony says smugly. “So. Let’s talk about the fact that you know my dirty little secret.” 

“I wouldn’t call it ‘little’, would you?” 

“It’s a hobby.” 

“Rich people steal shit as a hobby?” 

“Usually not with my methods, but yes,” Tony says. “They usually do it with the careful guidance of the IRS or some shit.” 

Bucky does a little laugh at that one. 

Their waiter comes out, jovially asks how their day is going. 

“Oh it’s going magnificently,” Tony says, peering up through violet-tinted glasses. “How is yours...Lincoln?” 

“Brilliant,” Lincoln responds with a large smile. “What can I get you to drink? Our seasonal cocktail is to die for, and if you’re not in the mood for a cocktail, the cider is simply divine...” 

It’s mundane conversation. 

Tony Stark is a thief who goes by (went by?) Anthony Carbonell, and he’s listening to Lincoln the Waiter talk about seasonal drinks and desserts. 

It’s kind of...grounding. Also odd. 

“And for you?” 

Bucky fumbles with the menu. 

“Uh...water? With lemon?” 

“Refreshingly good choice,” Lincoln says, grinning. “I’ll be right back with those, you two catch up on whatever you need to catch up.” 

Bucky nods, turning to Tony with an eyebrow raised. 

“So, what do we need to catch up on?” 

“Well for one, you need to use my name. It’s Tony, and I’m betting it sounds heavenly coming from you.” 

Bucky’s eyes widen a fraction. 

“Alright. Tony. What do you need to talk about?” 

“Keeping our little secret a secret.” 

“I’ve already told others about you.” 

“Who?” Tony asks sharply. 

Lincoln comes back with their drinks, asks if they need more time to decide. 

Bucky just goes for it and orders a plate of mini quiche-things that he’s not exactly sure he’ll like. Tony orders something with a perfect accent, because of course he does. 

“You do this often?” 

“Go out to eat? On special occasions, and every other Friday.” 

“Tell me what you want.” 

“Touchy, touchy,” Tony says, unfolding his napkin. “But I...have a deal for you.” 

“And why should I take it?” 

“Because it’s going to benefit SHIELD in the long-run,” Tony says. “And they’re all about benefits, if the rumors hold up against them.”

“And what rumors have you heard?” 

“I’ve heard plenty, although I seem to recall one about a flooded pipeline and a Broadway performance being improvised.” 

Bucky shakes his head. 

“Not true? Damn...” 

Tony looks around the restaurant before his eyes meet with the captivating ones across the table. 

“I have a secret identity. So do you.” 

“And we’re against each other, aren’t we?” 

“Only sometimes,” Tony says. “I essentially steal shit because it’s either random or has a purpose.” 

“And the miniature job you pulled was what, part of a scheme?” 

“Hell no,” Tony says. “A farmer in Montana wanted to see if I could do it because the face vaguely reminded him of his great-grandmother. I also, as a principle, try to steal as much shit from England as possible.” 

That’s funny, so he laughs. 

“And what do you want from me?” Bucky asks. 

“Oh my darling dearest, I want a lot of things from you,” Tony leers. “I only want one thing from SHIELD. I want them to keep my identity secret without any strings attached.” 

“It doesn’t work like that.” 

“I was hoping you wouldn’t say that.” 

“Well, it is what it is,” Bucky says. “I’m not gonna get you what you want, but I think you knew that. That’s why I’m out here dining with you, and I’ll be in the magazines for what, about a week?” 

“And notoriety for all time,” Tony says. “Your face is known, or at least on the internet. You should be prepared for people to ask you to model, by the way. God knows that you could kill it on the runway.” 

Bucky is amused. 

“Aw, you think?” 

“Of course I do. No one is gifted with that amount of shock in their eyes and goes on life being normal.” 

“My, how flattering you are,” Bucky says. 

Lincoln brings their food. Tells them that they can take their time, but there’s the bill. 

“You know who I need to talk to,” Tony says. 

“Maybe I do,” Bucky answers, evasive as possible. 

“I know you got hired for skills, but if it was for lying, then this is child’s play,” Tony says. 

Bucky rolls his eyes. 

“It wasn’t for lying. It was because if I was about two hundred feet away, I could shoot your right pupil out and you wouldn’t even know.” 

“You think I don’t have my own tech encircling the city?” 

“No,” Bucky answers. 

Tony stops sipping on his cider. 

“Explain yourself, blue-eyed wonder.” 

"Because if you’re found out, it destroys every single reputation you’re going to have to build from the start, and the climb to the top is too delicate for that.” 

Tony sits back. 

“I’m impressed.” 

“Don’t be,” Bucky says. “But you’re going to want to meet my boss. I’ll take you to him some time this week, if you need. Or he can meet you.” 

“I doubt he’ll be able to.” 

- 

Okay so maybe Tony shouldn’t have said that, because there is a man with an eye-patch and a truly impressive trench-coat sitting in his office chair. 

“If that’s supposed to be an intimidation tactic, that’s what I learned for my ninth birthday with dear ole’ dad,” Tony says. “Literally none of them work on me.” 

“Then change your ‘visitor’ chairs, they’re damn uncomfortable,” the man says. “My name is Director Fury.” 

“Any first name?” 

“None that you need to know. Barnes told me that you wanted to talk to me about a deal.” 

“I don’t do deals.” 

“And yet you run a business.” 

“Noted,” Tony says, leaning on the window. “So. I want to keep doing what I do, and I want you guys to butt out of it.” 

“And why would we do that?” 

“Because it’s technically only making rich people sad,” Tony says. “And the occasional museum, but oh well. And, I can easily make your life worse.” 

“You think I haven’t been threatened before?” 

“Oh I know you have, what with your sparkling personality and charm,” Tony says. “But I’m threatening the whole of SHIELD. I have been in the dark for a long time, Fury, and as much as you hate to admit it, you don’t know half of what I can do. 

The only thing people really know is that I’m a genius and so was my father, but nothing else. Neat, isn’t it?” 

Fury doesn’t say anything for a moment. 

“What’s your deal?” 

“Glad to know you know what I can do for you,” Tony says. “I can provide security and make sure that every single person has the latest technological updates. I have one stipulation: I get to make Barnes a new arm.” 

“That’s your only condition?” 

“Oh, you’ll be grateful it’s the only thing I’m asking for,” Tony says. “Believe me, I’ll still be annoying. I can promise you that.” 

Fury looks at him carefully. Tony Stark is still a mystery, although he seems to overestimate himself. Or how much Fury can actually see about people. 

“Why Barnes’ arm?” 

“Why not?” Tony asks. “After all, he deserves an arm that looks as nice as he does.” 

“No in-work relationships.” 

“Consider me not an employee,” Tony says. 

“Then you’re not on the payroll.” 

“I don’t have to be paid to get what I want to get,” he remarks. 

Fury gets up from the chair (he’ll make a note to Maria: he needs something like it soon) and gives Tony a pointed look at the doorway. 

“You sure about this?” 

Tony’s eyes gleam. 

“Are you sure you’re ready?” 

- 

Director Fury is not ready. Tony shows up in floral-printed shirts and makes sure to blast rock music wherever he goes, or worse, metal. 

Barnes has never had a good poker face, which is why he’s the sharpshooter. Damned man turns to goo whenever the billionaire struts onto their property. 

But he’s happy about his office chair. 

[calypsoff]

Forty Two. Part 2

Placing my hands over my my mouth as I laughed, I am in shock “I knew how much you love the food so I told him” shaking my head laughing, I can’t believe he has Emery here serving us “oh my god” I giggled “Christopher, you really got him here. Emery, nice to see you again” Emery chuckled “he came to me, whispered in my ear and told me. I said I do anything for Rihanna, you tell me the time and place, and here I am with your favourite meals. I hope you enjoy; you have a good man here. He loves you a lot, I know” he placed his hand over his heart “he adores you so much, love in his eyes when he speaks about you. Anyways, enjoy” Emery walked backwards “you bought wine too, you know how much I love wine” looking over at Chris “you have outdone yourself Chris, I didn’t even know you was doing this. I really didn’t, and for me? Wow” shuffling my chair in “I want you to enjoy yourself, I was thinking and thinking. I had to Google search some things and I found this place. Romantic things, I mean I barely do it and we haven’t been on a romantic meal in so long and it’s nice, I just want to be so apologetic for everything, and I mean it when I say I will just put face with him and when he does fuck up, I am going to be there for you” Chris grabbed his wine glass “to us then?” I am unsure if I should drink “a little wine won’t Robyn, also you don’t know when god is ready to bless us so for now let’s just live life, just not drunk mess” he is right, reaching over and grabbing the glass “to us, our future. I see so much for us and I can’t wait” we clinked glasses “I am excited” taking a sip of the wine, he has bought my favourite wine, he knows me so well and I love that “same, couples argue. I am sure there is more to come, and I just know that you are man enough to apologise, we both can” sitting back in the chair.

I swear I know Emery is sick of us, we have been at his place near enough every day and this, but I loved his food since a child, he has been around forever “I feel full as hell” Chris sat back “but I mean you did eat more then I, I don’t understand where you put it either. Also I don’t like how you eat your food, it’s like you hoover your food up” he eats so quick, Chris stifled out a yawn “well I have been awake early Robyn, I been busy doing this. Were you not worried about me?” nodding my head slowly “I did, I started to worry when I realised that you have no phone. You need to fix this issue. This will be your third phone. Does your family know about your phone being broken?” he is so bad at keeping a damn phone “they do, that night when we were not speaking. I used Rorrey’ phone and told people that I am offline so it’s just me and you, I am bored without my phone though, I like to see what is happening on Instagram, I am nosey like that. You seen TJ son though? Looks like that bird, he looks white as hell too” shaking my head “no I haven’t but then again, TJ is white. He is very pasty so what do you expect, I can’t believe he got your ex pregnant, this is such a bird move, I personally. Now that is just me, I would have kicked him out” I did want Chris too, but he didn’t “he is good people Robyn, he has been my friend for far too long, I can’t let that happen. I just can’t, unless he did that with you then he dead and I am doing time” I sniggered “don’t worry though, I promise you that will never happen” I would never.

Leaning over and eating off the spoon, Chris even got dessert but to share but I am glad it’s to share, I am full as it is “mhmm you ate all that off the spoon” reaching my hand over “I hope you stopped recording that before you spoke” taking my phone from him “I did, I find that video a little sexual to be honest” of course he does “I am with my fiancé, so what. Don’t you think I look good? Ok this video is good” adding a caption to the video ‘Date night’ pressing send “you want some more, this is some nice chocolate cake” locking my phone “you’re six pack is about to disappear, feed me again” I notice he always tries and give me the biggest scoop “you done” side eyeing him as she scooped up the biggest piece and the most ice cream “here” he reached over, Chris stuck his tongue out as I leaned forward and placed my mouth around the spoon, Chris is watching my mouth intently, like this stare is so deep, I slowly let the spoon slide out and then I ended up wanting to laugh “see what I mean, that is sexual” placing my hand over my mouth trying to laugh and eat this cake, it’s not working out as I wanted it too.

This secret garden is so beautiful and peaceful, I keep looking at the high trees and the flowers, it’s amazing to see such beauty “you said something interesting earlier, that you and I could have more arguments to come, you think that will really happen?” nodding my head “couples argue Chris, that is normal but what is not normal is when we are shouting and trying to throw jibes at each other, it’s wrong and disruptive but what I like is that we can both make up with each other, you saw your faults. I just hope we can have disagreements without being so volatile with each other. Because when we do have kids or even a kid, I would like to have them disagreements privately, like you said. You rarely saw your parents argue so yeah. I just want us to be good, I think what got to me was the point of view and not dropping it, I wanted you to drop it but you wouldn’t so that upset me. I get it, and I get where you come from because I would do that for you if you were in that situation. I know you care for me so much Chris, I really do and I love that about you. I did wrong by going out without telling you, but I knew you hated my dad anyways so telling you was going to be a little useless, I would get mean words from you. Your mouth can be so mean sometimes, it really can, and I would never want you perfect but I want you to be aware of yourself which you was and I like that” I get that he knows his wrongs and I can accept that “my mouth can be bad, thinking back to it I was harsh with you and I should have waited to speak to you. I was in two minds, I wanted to go back home but then that is running but I also wanted to stay and not have this, so it was hard and I am glad I stayed. I want to marry once and I have come too far to just give it up, my big thing was accepting that out there I will be Rihanna’ boyfriend and when Bruce said but at home it’s different, it’s home and I should speak to you and get on a good level path, and I would like to know I have some say which you said that is fine but you always do listen to me anyways, I just want us to work so much and then when you went out and showed off your body parts, I was mad. I just see it as it’s mine, that is mine. I don’t want little fifteen year old nigga jerking off to you” I snorted laughing “I am being deadass but we understand each other and it’s a working progress and I am here for it” he is so cute “it is Chris and I couldn’t ever see myself with anyone else” I couldn’t.

I am dying to steal some flowers, but I can’t and that would be rude of me, these are beautiful. Leaning down and smelling the flower “wow, smells delicious. I am in awe” smiling a little at the beauty, looking over at Chris, I giggled at him taking Mel’ place for being my personal photographer “thank you baby” getting up from my position “I got you, how about you stand there. Show off your full fit” Chris stepped backwards I gasped, my eyes bulged out “Chris” placing my hands over my mouth, he really stepped on the flower bed “oh shit” he moved back staring down at it “ignore it, stop doing that face. He won’t know, stop!” I busted out laughing, only he would step in the flower bed, I bet they are expensive as hell too “just pose for me, damn. Stop fussing” he is saying pose but I can’t stop laughing at him “are you both ok? How was it” oh shit, Anthony is here “fine” I said through my laughter “can you please take a picture of Chris and I; the backdrop is beautiful. I just need a picture of us” I will be having a photoshoot here, I have too “of course” I just can’t take my mind off what he just did, I hope he doesn’t notice. Walking over to Chris “you’re annoying” he said to me “just give him my phone ok” I am trying not to laugh, I can’t. I got to stop “thank you” Chris said as he passed my phone to him, Chris placed his arm around me and squeezed me “stop!” I spat “you tell him we are falling out again” he said in my ear and then kissed my forehead “don’t mess my makeup” placing my arms around his waist, I can’t wait to post these pictures “ready!” I spat; I couldn’t help myself but lift my hand up showing my engagement ring off.

Holding my heels out to Chris “I can’t walk on sand in my heels, bad enough my train is being dragged through, actually. Here take my heels” Chris is just standing there like I swore at him, he eventually took the heels from me. Unbuttoning my sheer cover up “rather then dragging this, you can hold this too” Chris can roll his eyes all he wants, he will be holding it. He took my sheer cover up anyways “thank you poppa” he is so sweet holding my things, he didn’t need too but he did “now let me post the last picture which is of me and you” unlocking my phone “sucks, I can’t even comment on these pictures. I really need a phone you know” he is saying it like I can do anything “I know, when you get back home please sort it out” tapping on the picture of Chris and I, he looks so damn cute. We both match so well, I love it “we are glowing, you know why don’t you? Because we are happy” adding a caption to the post ‘Date with my soon to be husband!’ Chris does look so handsome “Chris, you look good. The little tan you got going on too, it looks well” tapping post “thank you ma’am, now put your phone away” Chris held my Birkin out to me “thank you” something else he has to hold “mhmm” he is cute “well we can walk for a little and then go back to the hotel, fair deal?” placing my phone in the back “yeah, I don’t mind at all” let me hold my own bag now, holding onto Chris’ hand.

I couldn’t have asked for anything more, just to spend time with Chris, I love it “I am so happy for you Chris, just to see how well you look. Nobody will ever understand the man I saw, to see you like this with me. It makes me so happy” I am so proud of him “it was hard, but I just thought of you. I wanted to do this for you and look at that, I am here with you. You a real one, the help you got me just made the process better, you did this” Chris pressed a kiss to the back of my hand “and then you proposed to me, I think it paid off” I winked “but I wanted to speak on the wedding, I mean it is up to you. What you want to do?” I am giving him that choice to say wait, I think it’s best if I do. Chris is taking a little while to answer actually “I think just let’s do it, we are having it intimate like you said. You know, why wait I guess” I wanted to say that “I was thinking of this, now tell me if I am wrong. Vera Wang is making my dress, I am so excited about this but my mother’ house that I bought her is amazing Chris, we can do the party and meal there. Get a beautiful marquee at the back, decorate it. I think it will beautiful. Let me show you” I have to get my phone out again, but my mother’s home is beautiful, he will like it.

Chris is really looking through the pictures “Robyn, how much was this home?” he looked up at me, he looks in shock “unreal right?” Chris breathed out “I am proud of you though, like to get your family living good like this, this is what I want to do for mine eventually. They need to move out of that little home, it’s little as hell. You’re amazing, this is a dream Robyn” I grinned, I can’t wait for my mother to see “I paid just going on twenty two million for the home, which I hope you are staying for that please” Chris passed my phone back to me “yeah sure, so you think like we just do it there?” locking my phone “just the party and meal but this home is beachside and I have found a place where we can get married, is beautiful part of the beach. Not far from the home at all, but I just want it to be small and intimate. I don’t want other people, just family and close friends. Like the ideas are beautiful Chris, I can make it happen but what do you think?” I mean he has no choice, but I will get him involved “do it, I know it will be beautiful but the beach thing, I think it will be too open for us, I rather nobody saw because I want it to be private, so I mean if we change that, keep the house thing. Yeah, I am happy with it” clapping my hands together “awww yay” walking into Chris and hugging his torso “let’s be real, it’s your day so yeah, I am just invited” he knows “and I will tell you how much, so you can put your half in” I remembered that “you remembered, wow. Thank you” I am trying here but I wish I could just pay for it “and Chris, if you haven’t got a honeymoon sorted I will kill you” I doubt he’s done anything “oh yeah, I am on it” he chuckled “so” I moved back from the hug “Christmas we just have it here? Your family will be coming anyways, my family will be more then happy to have your family here, up to you because it will be close to the wedding” I will put it out there “I was thinking that, but first I need to tell them. That this goofy is getting married, my mother is going to be shocked that it will be so soon” I love this Chris, I mean let me not stress him out with everything.

Walking behind Chris into the hotel room “when are you showing your mother the house? Soon?” Chris has been holding my Birkin bag all the way back to the hotel, I think he got so used to it “tomorrow, because I know you want to go back so I will do it tomorrow. Thank you for staying behind, I think we just needed it. And also if you want to change anything like you said the beach is a no then say it. I need your guest list too, please. So we can head count” Chris threw my bag on the bed “Chris!” I spat “you know that is expensive” he is stupid “sorry erm, just mom, dad, sister and nephew. Two friends, actually” he pointed at me “are we just doing it intimate, or can I invite Drake?” raising an eyebrow “you both that close?” I didn’t thin they was “yeah, he been texting me through my whole ordeal, he is such a good guy Robyn. Just him?” he has a small side “do it, I don’t mind. I will open up a few more spaces just in case but will finalise that with you. I am so excited, I cannot wait. My dream is coming true, marrying my best friend, it’s really what dreams are made of and I am taking it with two hands” I am so excited.

His fingers are tracing back and forth against my clit and I am already so wet, I lean back into him and he grabs my breast with his free hand and squeezes it before pulling my nipple into his mouth. I bucked my hips forward and he steadied two fingers at my entrance. He's teasing me, he loves to tease me but I am not in the mood to be teased, I threw my hips forward and slid down on his fingers, slowly riding them at first. Chris slipped a third finger inside of me and moved away from my breast to capture my lips with a wet kiss. He nibbled and sucked down on my tongue, Chris removed his fingers from between my leg. I grabbed his dick and glided my finger across his skin. Chris grabbed his dick from my hand and stroked his length. My legs open wide, smiling seductively. My hands move down to my centre and I played with my clit. Putting on a show for him, Chris stroked his length a little harder and watched as I pushed my finger inside of me. I add another finger then another and soon I am rocking my hips, crying out soft moans of pleasure. My fingers moving back and forth, pulling out then disappearing deep inside of my sex is a sweet reminder of what's to come. I removed my finger and dragged my fingers up my body leaving a trail of my sweetness along the length of my stomach. Popping my fingers into my mouth, I used my other hand to grab Chris’ wrist and pull him towards me. He sticks out his tongue and licks up the trail I left behind until he reaches my collarbone “my sweet twin” he whispers and takes the tip of his length, aligning it at my opening.

I wrap my hands around his neck, my fingertips massaging at the back of his head. My breath hitched when he slid in, my muscles clenching around him while a shiver runs down my spine. His hands mould around my skin and he finally plunge into me. He starts off slow but quickly speeds things up with one hard stroke after another. "Fuccckkk me" grinding my hips and moving almost as fast as he is. He pulls back and slams down into me. I arched my back and dug my nails into his, biting his neck as I did so “deeper” I cried out, and he lifts my leg up and pushed it further back, slamming into me once more. He growled loudly and steadied his movements, slowing down “flip us over” I mumbled, Chris did as I asked and flipped us over. I pushed him on his back and climbed on top of him. Chris gripped my hips and guided me up and down on his length, my hands felt around his chest until I was griping his shoulders. My body is shaking and whining my hips fast and hard. My head falls back.

I lean in for a kiss, but he grabs my face and holds me tightly to his chest, grabbing my ass and thrusting up into me, my grunts and moans filled his ear. I bit his shoulder when one of his hands fall between me thighs from behind, he's running his finger from one end of my ass to the other. Touching and invading every part of my body that was there to touch, catching me by surprise, he flips us over and pushes me down into the mattress. He's has his legs together and straight and is sitting up on his arms, swiftly hammering into me at a rapid pace “Ahhh” I moaned out loudly. “I love.. shit, I love you, I love you, Chris.” My words only urged him on more, I didn't think he could make it any better, but he's in a trance and I am beginning to unravel. I felt his body spasm and knew that he was close too “I love you so much” Chris grabbed my face and crashes his lips down to mine. My bottom lip is in his mouth and he's pulling and sucking. “I love you too” He grunted, my slick walls grip him tight once more and I says it again “I love you” while clawing my nails into his ass and guiding him in deeper. I screamed out as he fucks me harder, holding my leg up in the air. Our eyes stayed latched together, spinning with desire and lustful thoughts of the other. I reach my peak, my body is trembling, Chris placed his lips over mine taking in every moan.

[bisexualterror]

Otp Clara x Anthony all qs

lou ily

some of this i filled out at like 3 am so ksksksk

1) Who rocks the Ferris Wheel seat and who flips out and begs them to stop?

hmm clara would rock it

2) Who is always horny and will have sex at any time, at any place and at any time?

both AKFFSGH as much as clara would deny it

3) Who is more into taking showers/baths together? Who tries to make it relaxing and who tries to make it sexy time?

clara loves it and tries to make it relaxing but both love to make it into sexy timeheheh

4) Who likes to walk around the house naked and who tells the other to go put some clothes on?

hmm 🧐 neither fully naked but clara would be in her night gown reading all day if left alone

5) Who sleeps on the couch when they get into a fight?

clara. she would leave and try to read in the library until she either calmed down enough or until anthony found her.

6) Who takes photos of the other while they sleep?

anthony

7) Who said “I love you” first? and who ends their arguments in a fight with “Because I love you”?

anthony for the former and clara for the latter

8) Who likes to wear the others sweatshirts?

clara would steal anthony’s clothes in a heart beat

9) Who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had? Who has the most nightmares, and who sings them back to sleep after?

clara for all

10) Who is more likely to cheat?

before they fall in love, anthony. after? neither

11) Who makes fun of the other for having a crush on them, and who has to remind them that they are in a relationship?

anthony: 😳😳 s ur dance card full

clara: ??? i’m ur wife u idiot

12) Who starts a food fight in the kitchen?

clara ;D

13) Who initiates duets? and who is the better singer?

neither but hm anthony’s actor was in a musical right? so like maybe him. perhaps.

14) Who starts the hand holding? Who grabs the others butt? Who slides their arm around their waist? Who likes to put their fingers in the belt loops?

🥺 clara starts the handholding, he grabs her butt and slides an arm around her waist and as usual with this ask game i’m ignoring the era by saying clara would put her fingers in his belt loops

15) Who likes writes the others name on their wrist?

neither!

16) Who is more seductive when they are drunk? and who is louder in bed?

LDJLKDJ anthony and clara, respectively

17) Who is more protective?

anthony ofc

18) Who talks to the other while they are sleeping?

both tbh but anthony moreso

19) Who drives and who has the window seat?

clara has to stare out the window or read her book always so yeah

20) Who falls asleep in the others lap and who carries them to bed?

DLKJDLKJ ok but i just had an image of clara carrying anthony and i believe in her but imma go w clara simply because she’s always sleepy

21) Who cuts the others hair?

clara would cut anthony’s hair

22) Who is super bad at sexting? and who sends them encouraging messages throughout the day?

clara is not very good at any dirty talk so yeah, and both!

23) Who thinks they are not good enough for the others love? and who’s more afraid of loosing the other? Who thinks they keep messing up, only for the other to tell them they don’t need to worry?

anthony for all and clara for the second

24) Who starts random slow dancing with the other in the kitchen? Who holds the other just above the ground and kisses them?

clara loves dances so her for the former and anthony for the latter

25) Who says shitty puns and sex jokes just to see the other giggle and blush?

anthony

26) Who kissed first?

anthony

27) Who orders take out at two in a morning? and who wakes the other up at three in the morning to go downstairs with them to get a glass of water because it’s too dark?

clara for both

28) Who writes poems/stories and love songs about the other? Do they sing the songs they write for them?

clara! mostly poems that she keeps hidden

29) Who does some crazy stunt to try and impress the other and who ends up driving them to the emergency room after it backfires?

anthony

30) Who is embarrassed when they have to wear their glasses and who thinks they look super cute?

both!

[writing-fool]

gryffindor!seungcheol

(This is a female version, because it includes Head Boy and Head Girl moments. If you wish for me to make a gender-neutral or male one, please don’t hesitate to ask)

Alright.

This pal, Seungcheolie, is a total Gryffindor

Like I’m talking, poster-child Gryffindor, courageous, extremely kind, a great leader figure. This boi is a Gryffindor seventh year AND Head Boy (because the teachers love him)

Friends with Jeonghan, the Slytherin prefect and ppl used to not understand why because Jeonghan’s a total pranker and Cheolie looks so straight-laced but oH BOI can this kid surprise people

Has snuck into the kitchen to steal biscuits, without consequences because hE’s HeAd bOY

Doesn’t cheat for any tests tho cuz he IS kinda straight-laced

Does everything for his 12 best friends (and kids because he’s SUCH A DAD), especially for Jeonghan because Han’s a lazy bum

Also the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain and Chaser, cuz he’s not necessarily fast on his broom (hence why he’s not a seeker) but his aim is great

Also practices a ton after class, because once Seungcheol wants something, he works so incredibly hard for it

His pep talks are so, so good

Younger Gryffindors (and kids from other Houses) look up to this guy because he honestly is one of the most reliable students ever and he’ll always solve the problem either with his own power, or with the help of his amazing friends

Once, when Chan was still a little first year, he was bullied by a first year Ravenclaw, and Coups sat the guy down, gave him a good scolding, and for the rest of the year, the dude was surprisingly nice to Chan (turns out, he was kinda jealous of Chan’s flying skills)

His grades are mehh, he passes with the help of Wonwoo and Joshua (and also Mingyu, who surprisingly has a knack for Potions) and usually gets an P if he does fail

He’s not dumb AT ALL, just can’t write long essays for the life of him and honestly doesn’t value grades all that much

He’s somehow very good at Care of Magical Creatures and was good Muggle Studies (a subject which he dropped because he’s a half-blood, and that just doesn’t make sense)

Seungcheol gets to know you in second year, because you’re his partner in Herbology

And while he is a decent student…well, he hasn’t got the patience to deal with,,plants for Merlin’s sake

You, a fellow young Gryffindor with whom Cheolie hasn’t spoken with yet because the gap between your teeth is really frickin adorable and omg you’re actually really good at Herbology and you’re cute but also girls wth

You’re well…a total wild card. Unpredictable, fiery and uncontrollable. But you’re surprisingly gentle when you have to be, so you and Seungcheol quickly become friends after that Herbology class.

Cheol tries out for the Quidditch team that same year, and he gets in immediately

You’re ‘recruited’ in third year when one of the previous Beaters graduates and well…let’s say the Cap back then saw your potential when you broke Anthony Wilson’s nose because he slapped your ass. Sorry not sorry.

Anyways, moving on,,,

You and Seungcheol are pretty close, like not best best friends (because jeez 12 ain’t enough?) but you speak every day and you lean on him a liiiiiiittle too closely whenever you two are in the common room at night

Because he can’t really sleep because of the stress he has sometimes, taking care of his kids and all (doting father y’all) and you join him sometimes

Over the years you’ve grown into a comfortable rhythm of lulling each other to sleep in comfortable silence in the common room

The first time you woke up in each other’s arms was….well…//blush//

Because he is your friend but he is also really handsome and his lips are so close and he’s cute when he’s sleeping no don’t touch his hair and oh dear why are you still lying in his arms get out get OUT

But you get used to the limbo of flirting and touching casually to the point where you instinctively cuddle up to him by the fireplace at night and he strokes your hair

You accidentally did it around his and your friends once because…he might’ve been the only one you pay attention to in the room ooOOH do you have a crush

So now the school ships it because Vernon, bless his heart, can’t keep his mouth shut

And you like him, you realise that in like, fifth year you smart cookie, awww but you don’t want to lose the comfort of having him around and hugging you like his

And Cheolie’s got a big, fat crush on you too

Because he’s been watching you on the sidelines, growing up into this really wonderful, sunny person with some baggage and way too much care for him and your other friends

It doesn’t help that you’re stunning, gorgeous and have you seen her on the Quidditch field when she swings the bat with so much precision and-

Jeonghan and Jihoon: choke him with a pillow because he’s a SAP but it’s kinda cute

So y’all start dating…eventually, somewhere in sixth year. Like, you guys are celebrating after finallyyyy winning a Quidditch match against Slytherin (suck that, Wen Junhui)

And you and Seungcheol end up drinking a liiiiiittle too much Firewhiskey

Not to the point of being drunk, but like, to the point where y’all just a lil too honest drink responsibly babies

It’s pretty spontaneous tbh, like you end up celebrating and hugging and next thing you know you’re sitting in a corner with him by the window

Sighing and leaning your head back to feel the cool touch of glass

“I like this,” you whisper.

“Mhhmm…I like you.”

Cue double, triple take because wHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?

And Coups is just like “No, I-I didn’t mean it?” but then suddenly you become visibly disappointed and he’s like OKAY MAYBE SHE LIKES ME OKAY WHAT 

And you’re just kinda flipping your shit because you don’t know what he wants but you’re really close to confessing 

You don’t notice you actually kinda start hyperventilating

Now Seungcheol is panicking too because he doesn’t know why you’re panicking and ohmygod what why hoooow

But he kinda is too tipsy to think so he just trusts his instincts and kisses you to calm you down 

And you’re too surprised to kiss back and I’m sorry to say it,,,,but that was not the best first kiss

Like full-on smooch, smack, poof, grab the face kiss that lasts 1 second

But after the initial surprise you’re feeling a bit more bold and calm how do those emotions work together? Honey don’t ask 

So you start kissing him whilst smiling into it, and this time, yess so nice

You guys kiss for another 2 minutes, at which point the crowd has turned their attention to OH MERLIN IS THAT CAPTAIN SEUNGCHEOL AND OUR BEATER?

You get shy and hide in his chest while he spins his back to the rest of the room, shielding you but also pressing you against the window

And you start giggling, because it’s kinda funny

He giggles with you because have you heard her giggle it’s adorable

You guys are unofficially dating after that evening, but Seungcheol asks you on a proper date to Hogsmeade two weeks later

Back to 7th year…you guys are Head Boy and Head Girl

Even though the other Houses are kinda salty that it’s two Gryffindors AGAIN, they have to admit you guys make a cute couple and really good Head Boy and Girl

So, y’know “Actually, good for them.” -random Ravenclaw, not pressured by Jeonghan to support y’all or anything. Nope. 

Coups tends to ruffle your hair a lot, and backhugs as a surprise

“Cheol, my bird’s nest really doesn’t need to be made extra messy you idiiiiot!”

“I’m your idiot” winks 

“Yes and that makes it worse.” So you pummel him with a pillow

Backhugs and cuddles are still your thing

The sofa by the fireplace in the Common Room is your Spot™, but at least now you don’t have to hide anymore

Younger kids walking past “Oh Merlin’s pants look at them they’re so cute…I want a romance like that.”

Older students just grill y’all like oooOOoOohHhhhh

“Watch it, or you’re gonna get detention” is usually Coups’ joking reaction

While you just go *middle fingers up* and cuddle deeper into his chest

You help him with Herbology, even now, and your rewards are kisses

Really, you two are role-models for everyone at school, both as people and as a happy love story. 

One down, 12 to go…fuck why did I pick SVT to write for?

Hope it’s to everyone’s liking, please reblog, like, comment, follow, whatever if you enjoyed the weird headcanon. Jeonghan’s up next!

Yours,

-Rémy