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Proposal- Colin Bridgerton x Y/n

Part One

The bride stood up at the altar, the sunlight spilling through the stained glass windows as her head hung to the floor, her eyes trained on the carpet beneath her. A simple vail covered her hair, draping down the back of her sleek silk wedding dress. Her slender neck adorned with a solitary strand of pearls- the only piece of jewellery she would ever wear.

She lifted her head, her vision is now fixed on her soon-to-be husband, an older man standing across from her. Her sight betraying her thoughts, a mixture of fear and nervousness swimming in their depths, her mind is elsewhere caught in a whirl of uncertainty and doubt.

As her fiancée read his vows she felt a pit of dread forming in her stomach, the thought of spending the rest of her life with this man filled her with a sense of unease.

Her turn to speak came next, but her throat suddenly became dry, her heart pounding in her chest, she turned her head to glance towards her mother who nodded towards her daughter, encouraging her to carry on. The words of the vows caught in her throat, stuck behind a lump of nerves. The officiant waited patiently for a response.

“I-I… cannot” In one swift moment the clattering of the shoes against the floor sounded like a jolt of electricity alarming everyone in the quiet church. Hastily grabbing the hem of her dress, she lifts it up just enough to free her legs. And then she’s running, her dress fluttered behind her like a whisper of silk as she dashed down the aisle the way that she had entered. Her hair blowing behind her, her veil in disarray.

The guests that remained in the church gasped in surprise as the bride sped past them, the sound of her footsteps and the frantic rustling of her dress filled the air. Those on the groom's side start shouting, calling her name, pleading for her to return. Some scrambled to their feet, trying to chase after her, but she was too fast. The wedding had turned into a scene of utter confusion and pandemonium.

The groom and his parents were in a state of shock but they quickly snapped into action. The groom, realising that his bride had just deserted him at the altar, started to run after her, followed closely by his parents and your own. They pushed through the guests, their faces a mix of anger and incomprehension, determined to catch the runaway bride and to bring her back to the ceremony.

The girl ran as fast as her legs could carry her, the material from her dress flowing out behind her in the wind, turning a corner she thought she was safe for the moment, when suddenly her body crashed into another. The force of the impact knocked her off her feet, the man who she had just crashed into began to fall back from the collision, but not before catching her in his arms.

The stranger landed on his back, his arms encircled her in a protective embrace cushioning her fall. It was unexpected and they were both left reeling for a moment, tangled together on the ground.

“My lord m-my deepest apologies”you stuttered out quickly, unraveling yourself from his grasp. You pushed yourself up off of the ground, offering your hand to the man you had just collided with, your eyes flickered around your surroundings trying to find the angry wedding goers. Terrified that they were catching up to you.

His gaze couldn’t help but linger on the woman in front of him as he slipped his hand into yours despite the chaotic situation. He was struck by your appearance, the way your stray hairs blew in the breeze, your cheeks that were tinted red from the running. The wedding dress you were wearing-

“Is this your wedding dress?”Colin Bridgerton spoke out suddenly his eyes widened, you pulled him up from the ground. Your hand still clasped his in a tight grip, as he spoke aloud your head involuntarily turned to face him, your eyes meeting for the first time.

Your heart skipped a beat as you took him in, your eyes tracing over the contours of his face, his long brown hair fell over his forehead, giving him a ruggedly handsome look that you couldn’t ignore, his clothes were slightly disheveled from the fall.

“I am so sorry my lord, I didn’t mean to knock you to the ground like that I was foolish and I wasn’t aware of my surroundings”you shook your head, nervously rambling. Before you could answer the Lord’s question regarding your wedding dress the sound of shouting and footsteps approaching got louder, this time catching the attention of the man whose hand was still intertwined with yours.

“I have to go”your words came out in nothing but a whisper as you began to pull your hand away, your mind racing with the thoughts of the wedding party growing closer. His grip on your hand was gentle but enough to keep you close. He spun you so that you were facing him again, concern evident in his expression when he glanced down at you.

“My lady are you in danger, are you okay?”he noticed the panic starting to take a hold of you-your breathing becoming erratic. His voice was serious, but somehow comforting. Again the words had gotten caught in your throat as one single tear managed to fall onto your face.

You didn’t answer, but your frightened expression told him all that he needed to know, he spoke urgently trying to calm your panic.

“I have a carriage, waiting around the corner”he nodded his grip on your hand still firm.

“You can have a ride, to wherever you are headed”Colin quickly offered. Your heart swelled at the idea of someone trying to help you, your eyes widening with surprise and thankfulness.

But you couldn’t go with him, firstly the two of you were strangers in passing, you weren’t married, to be seen together without a chaperone was shameful, and could ruin a persons reputation if someone caught sight. Not to mention you were in a wedding dress running away from your own ceremony.

Lord Bridgerton saw the hesitation on your face, and the reason behind it. However he was determined not to let you go.

“Please” he pleaded, his tone soft. “This does not feel right. You are in trouble, let me assist you. I do not care for gossip or scandal. My carriage is around the corner, you would be safe there. You do not have to return to those people” It was almost as if he was promising that to you.

You nodded slowly, realising that you had no choice. Within seconds you began following him, your hand remaining in his as he hurried you away from the area. The commotion coming from the wedding party fading into the background, replaced by the sounds of your own breaths and the clatter of your collective footsteps. You stumbled a little, falling slightly because of your heeled shoes getting caught on the bottom of your dress.

Colin was quick to adapt, noticing that your shoes were slowing you down. He stopped in his tracks and without a moment of hesitation he dropped to the ground balancing on one knee, peering up at you for permission.

You nodded, your mouth falling open slightly with shock as you watched him lift the hem of your dress, unbuckling your heels and slipping them off of your feet, holding them tight in his left hand, extending out his right hand for you to take. The gesture was a mix of practical and strangely intimate and you couldn’t help but be touched by it.

You caught a glimpse of the carriage awaiting you, it felt like freedom. He lifted you into the carriage, you let out a small gasp at the motion before he climbed in himself swinging the door shut afterwards.

The silence was heavy, only broken by the sound of your ragged breaths as you tried to regain your composure. Sitting across from him, your dress spilling out around you on the leather seats, your hair static from running. You eventually found each other’s gaze, and for a moment you sit there, simply staring at each other, the only sound the rhythmic clopping of the horse’s hooves outside.

You were the first to break the silence entirely, your voice laced with gratitude. Stammering out a thank you.

“It wasn’t your position to help me, but you proceeded to anyway. That is admirable and so very brave and kind however I cannot let you into any more inconvenience and trouble, so you can just drop me off down the street and I will travel from there”you spoke out gently, but certain.

Colin Bridgerton leant forward in his seat the protest clear in his tone.

“I’m going to London, I’m taking you all the way to where you need to go. I’m certainly not going to drop you off in the middle of nowhere when you have nothing to support you”

You shook your head, your confusion mingling with a growing sense of wonder. Why is this stranger going so far out of his way to help you? You glanced up at his sharp profile, illuminated by the carriage lamps, his eyes serious and his mouth set in a determined line. Even with his stern expression he was infuriatingly beautiful.

“Where are you headed to?”he asked, curious as to what your answer would be.

Colin noticed the doubt on your face as you hesitated to answer his question about your destination. It was clear you did not have a plan, that you didn’t know what to do or where to go next. His expression softened a fraction, a hint of concern in his eyes.

The Bridgerton couldn’t explain exactly what it was about you, he just knew that he didn’t want to leave you, that he didn’t want you to go off on your own. Was it your innocence, the rawness of the situation? Maybe it was the way his heart beat differently whenever your eyes would meet. An insane, yet intoxicating idea began to form in his mind. A plan so unexpected and abrupt it felt so right. His thoughts were interrupted by your words.

“If we are to travel together I do not want you to think I am a con artist, I do not want you to think that I dabble in adultery of any kind. I couldn’t go through with the wedding because it wasn’t my choice to marry, my father owed a distasteful man a lot of money, and they couldn’t afford to pay it back. So they chose to pay by making me marry a man that is twice my age”Shame clung loosely onto your words, hanging your head.

He listened intently, his eyes never leaving your face as you started to explain. His expression remained solemn but curious, absorbing your words. As you mentioned the fact that your family had offered your hand in marriage to settle their debt, a flicker of anger passed through his eyes, quickly replaced by sadness.

“What are you going to do now?”he uttered out, his concern growing once again. You shrugged, your expression a sign of acceptance.

“I do not know”you answered honestly this time, your voice quiet and steady. “I suppose I will just keep on going. Find somewhere to reside, find myself some work.”You seemed to have resigned yourself to a difficult future.

He couldn’t help but feel indignant on your behalf, angered by the thought of your suffering because of your parents’ actions. He took a breath, gearing up to say something that he knew was insanity, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was right. After a moment’s hesitation he proposed his idea.

“Come to London with me?” he blurted out, his tone almost too casual to believe the intensity of the suggestion. “For the season. I’m just returning back to my family home from travelling abroad”he continued.

You couldn’t hide your astonishment at his suggestion, your eyes wide in surprise. You coughed out a question, your voice reflecting her confusion.

“Why?" you asked, shaking your head. "Why are you doing all this for me? We are strangers”

Colin could see the bewilderment in your eyes, the way your head shook slowly as you tried to make sense of his proposition. He leaned forwards slightly, his gaze meeting yours steadily.

“Because you need help," he said simply. "And I want to be the one to give it to you."

You looked at him, your confusion slowly giving way to curiosity. The biggest flaw in his plan was glaringly obvious: you were not married, and society would frown upon a woman travelling with a man who wasn’t her husband let alone living with him.

“But how would that even work?” You stammered. “We are not married, I would never want to bring shame and gossip upon your family”

You noticed a glimmer in his eye before he uttered out two words that made your head spin.

“Marry me”

“I beg your pardon”the words fell out from your mouth involuntarily like you had just regurgitated them.

“If we become engaged to marry, you may have a room in my estate house, I would be able to support you with clothes, and money. When the season ends, we do not have to marry but you will have enough to start fresh. Somewhere new-not to mention you would be helping me a great deal aswell it would keep my dearest mother and the ladies back home at bay.”

He could see the disbelief in your eyes, the way your jaw hung open as if the words were beyond your understanding. He knew he was asking a lot, proposing marriage after only just meeting and under your circumstances. He spoke calmly, attempting to reassure you.

“What is your name, My Lord”a whisper left your lips.

He chuckled slightly at your response, understanding that even with this proposal, he’d forgotten the most basic form of introduction. He held out his hand to you, waiting for you to take it. When you did, he smiled brightly, his grip gentle. “Colin Bridgerton,” he said, his voice clear and smooth.

“Lord Bridgerton, my name is Y/N Y/L/N”you offered shaking his hand.

He smiled at the sound of your name, the way the syllables rolled off your tongue. As your hands met in the handshake, he kept his grip firm, your hands lingering in the connection for a moment. “Lady Y/N Y/L/N” he repeated, testing out the feel of your name.

His grip loosened, but not completely, his fingers still holding onto yours lightly. “Please, call me Colin,” he said, his tone warm and informal.

His eyes bore into yours, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone-becoming raspy sending shivers down your spine. Without breaking the connection between your hands, he leaned forwards a fraction growing even closer together, his head tilting slightly. And then, a soft, simple word escaped his lips.

“Will you?”

A moment passed before a small smile etched itself onto your face.

“Colin Bridgerton, you are quite possibly the craziest man I have ever had the honour of being acquainted with”

He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corner of his lips as you spoke, using his full name in that sweet tone of yours.

“You are very much dressed for the part Y/n”he teased in that same low tone that made you blush, you let out a light laugh, staring down at the wedding dress you had been wearing for hours.

“I suppose you are right”you grinned.

“Am I to consider that a yes?”You tried to ignore the glimmer of hope that glazed over his eyes. You couldn’t believe that you were considering it, but you nodded accepting his proposal.

Colin let out a sigh of relief, one that he didn’t know he had been withholding, the two of you breaking into a fit laughter as you both looked forward to the adventure ahead.

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mrsjeonjungkook · 6 months ago

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Tempting fate // part 8 (Reader!Featherington x Colin Bridgerton)

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Summary: Penelope wages a war as the night seems to never end. Both Colin and you experiencing grief. Bridges crumbling for a silenced storm leaves a bitter taste at the battlefield. [ part 1 & part 2 & part 3 & part 4 & part 5 & part 6 & part 7]

Letting Prudence guid you, she approached her dearly husband by the pillars. Prudence let go of your arm as her husband noticed the slight distress on your face. – “Are you quite alright, Y/n?” – he asked placing his hand gently against your upper arm. You simply forced out a smile, not wanting to say much. He turned to his wife for more reason. Prudence leaned in a bit closer to whisper to him. Looking away, you tried to look around for Penelope. Unsure of what she might do. A waiter with a tray walked past as you snatched one of the glasses before it was out of reach. Drinking nearly half of it in one breath.

Prudence kept whispering to her husband as you knew it was so obviously about Penelope and you. She must have heard something. Not wanting to wait for the aftermath, you slipped away before they could notice you. – “Y/n I…” – Robert started wanting to be of some kindness to his sister in law. Stunned he lowered his hand. No sight of you. – “Where is she?” – Prudence asked confused, getting a bit on her toes to overlook. – “I’ll look for her.” – Robert replied to reassure his dearly wife. He left Prudence’s side, joining the crowd to find you.

Colin looked surprised seeing Penelope stand in front of him. From the sense of her expression, he knew she had something burning on her lips. Colin turned a bit away, to set his almost empty glass aside. – “Everything alright Pen?” – he asked, bowing his head a bit closer to her. Keeping his voice down for eager ears. Penelope sighed determined. – “I must speak with you.” – she addressed him. – “Of course.” – Colin replied moving a bit closer to her. Penelope’s gaze went around the entourage behind Colin.

“Not here.” – she insisted. Colin nodded. With one last glance over his shoulder, he followed her through the crowd to across the room. They neared the large windows that overlooked the gardens. By a large candlestick, Penelope came to a stop. Colin coming to stand before her. – “What’s wrong?” – he questioned, thinking perhaps something was wrong. Penelope took a deep breath before blurting out her next words. – “I love you.”

Her words reaching Colin as he stopped. Frozen in time. Staring speechless at her confession. – “Colin, I love you.” – she repeated needing to see a reaction out of him. Colin blinked stunned, perplexed by the revelation. – “Colin say something.” – she outed a bit impatient. – “I…I…” – he started, gulping loud as for once he didn’t know how to respond to it. – “You surely must have known…” – she went on reaching her hand out to touch Colin’s hand. – “I…I had no idea.” – he confessed moving his hand a bit back at her sudden touch.

“Penelope…” – he started rubbing his forehead thoughtfully. His mind processing a great deal of information. He turned more towards the window, pressing his palms against his face, groaning loud. – “Why… why did you tell me this?” – he asked, almost snapping at her. Penelope blinked surprised. – “Because I love you and I…” – she started interrupted by Colin. – “I love your sister.” – he made clear. – “My…my sister?” – Penelope repeated near to stuttering.

Colin took a step closer to her, taking her hand. – “Pen, we are friends. For a very long time now…” – he started speaking. Justifying himself as Penelope took a step back, her hand slipping out of his. – “You are rejecting me.” – she breathed out, feeling herself get warm. Needing fresh air or she would faint. – “Pen I…” – Colin reached out for her, but Penelope moved her hand up. Moving dizzily on her feet. – “I…I must…” – nearly losing her balance. Colin flinched ready to catch her if she would faint.

It was getting harder for her to breath, needing an escape. Penelope turned away, stumbling towards the doors. – “Pen!” – Colin called out worried, going after her. Penelope’s heart was thumping loud. Panting loud as she forced a way out. Short breaths as she felt like losing oxygen. Her world crumbling down. The cold didn’t seem to bother her. Boiling up like a stove, she broke out in a sweat. Waving her hand, she called the carriage over. Gasping for air, she tried to fan herself some cool.

The carriage came to a stop. Penelope hurried over as they held the door open for her. With some assistance, she got in. Urging the carriage to start riding. Colin ran out, panting loud as he saw the carriage of the Featheringtons ride off. Colin whistled loud with two fingers in his mouth to call for their carriage. A footman waved at the courier. The carriage rode up to the front. – “Follow the Featheringtons carriage!” – Colin ordered before getting on. The courier lashed the horses, taking off in the midst of the night.

The carriage was wobbling with the intensity of the ride. Hooves thumping over cobble stone to catch up with the carriage up ahead. Colin loosened his tie around his neck for more breathing area. Hoping she wouldn’t faint in her carriage. Despite the confession, he stilled cared much for her.

Penelope held her hands against the frame by the sides. She started sobbing loud. Please, please have lied just now. She thought. Not wanting it to be true. Not wanting it to be true that he was in love with her sister. More tears started to come as she couldn’t stop herself. Wiping her tears aggressively away, she reached forwards. Sitting back with pencil and paper in her hand.

Robert pushed himself through the crowd, finding Albion near the desserts table. – “Albion!” – Robert called out, stopping his brother-in-law from stuffing a bit of cake in his mouth. – “Have you seen Y/n?” – he asked worriedly. Albion shook his head. Robert sighed in distress, touching his forehead whilst turning a bit away. – “Is… is something the matter?” – Albion asked curiously wiping some sugar of his fingers.

“She and Penelope are not on good terms.” – Robert let out, looking around. He took his leave again to search for you. Albion set his plate back, hurrying after his brother-in-law. – “Y/n!” – Robert called out leaving the ballroom to search elsewhere. – “Y/n.” – Albion repeated after Robert pulling a curtain aside to see if you were there. Robert gave Albion an expression if he was being serious right now.

Albion pulled his shoulders up, continuing to go after Robert. In the long hallway, they each took a side. Opening door after door to search for you. Nearing the end of the hallway, they found themselves in a glass room. Overlooking the back gardens. In the middle of the round room a large stone vase with potted plants and flowers in it.

From behind the stone vase, Robert noticed a shoulder. He went around the stone vase, Albion coming around the other side. – “Y/n.” – he said relieved coming to kneel before you. Albion joining Robert a bit shyly. – “Robert?” – you answered slightly surprised, wiping your cheek dry. Turning your gaze to Albion as well, confused. – “What… what are you doing here?” – you asked as Robert came sitting beside you. - “What are you doing here Y/n?” – he returned the question with a little nudge. Albion came sitting at your other side. – “Should you not be enjoying the night?” – he asked looking back at the garden.

Lowering your head, you exhaled soft. – “I’d much prefer to stay here.” – you answered with a faint smile. – “What is going on between Penelope and you.” – Robert asked, making you turn your head away from him. – “Y/n I know something is wrong. Prudence hates to see you like this.” – you scoffed when he brought your sister into this. – “I hate to see you like this.” – he added placing a hand on your knee.

Taking a deep breath, you let your head fall back. – “It is impossible. I fear the drift between Penelope and me will not be mended. Not while Colin remains in the crossing.” – you told them. – “You like Colin Bridgerton?” – Albion said stunned. – “As does Penelope.” – you replied not sure why you were speaking so openly with them. It was like you just needed some brotherly advice. Something you would never get with your sisters. – “I see…” – Robert rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“And Colin appears to like you in return.” – Robert added making you widen your eyes at him. – “We are no fools Y/n.” – Robert spoke. – “It would take a blind man not to see it.” – Albion added. Ashamed you groaned loud, letting your hands catch your face. You felt a hesitant hand pat your back. Glancing to the side, it was Albion. – “It is truly a cross…” – he mumbled out. – “We…we do not have…uhum… experience with…” – Robert started nervously.

“Having ladies fall over us.” – Albion finished making you laugh soft. Lifting your head a bit up, you admired Albion’s shy smile. – “Now that is a lie Albion. For you are much adored.” – you told him. Albion chuckling sheepishly. – “By you all.” – he replied looking at Robert and you. Robert gave him a playful shove for being so silly.

“Y/n.” – Robert poked you on the arm to get your attention. – “What do you truly… desire…” – Robert asked. With tears in your eyes, you looked at Robert. – “I want to choose him.” – you spoke, voice at the brink of cracking with emotion. Your lip quivering as you tried to smile. Robert moved his arms around you to hug. Albion joining in as he leaned against your back, holding you from behind.

With the bright light from inside on her face, Penelope exhaled deep. Her decision made. She watched the man from inside, disappear out of sight. The last of her papers in his hand. Slightly turning she heard footsteps. Shoes tapping on the cobble stone. From out of the darks appeared a figure into the alleyway.

Stepping more into the light as Penelope’s eyes widened with terror. – “Colin.” – she breathed out. His expression cold and distant. – “You…” – he responded as it all came to light. – “are lady Whistledown.” – he added trying to grasp the reality. – “Colin…” – Penelope let out in desperation. – “I…” – she formed. A solution. A solution was what she needed.

A lie to divert her attention from Colin. The rest of her words stuck as she couldn’t possibly come up with a lie. She needn’t think of one. For Colin understood. – “Don’t try to deny it. I heard you with the printer.” – he called out, gesturing at the printer shop behind her.

“To think I… I ran after you…” – he exclaimed. – “because I… was worried about you.” – he spoke clearly. – “Terrified that you might have fainted in the carriage and it had abducted you to this part in town…” – he went on, feeling himself get angry. – “When in truth. You knew exactly what you were doing because it was you! You that printed last time.” – Colin raged out with some commotion. – “Colin I did not…” – she answered shaking her head.

“Oh and every other one.” – he cut in repulsed. Penelope pressed her lips together in distress. Colin moved his head closer to her for her to see the tears in his eyes. – “Is it not you who has been lady Whistledown all along?” – he asked of her. Caught, there was no use in lying to him more. Penelope nodded her head shakily, closing her eyes to withhold a sob. The revelation made Colin move back.

Unable to stop the tear rolling down his cheek. – “All along… all of the lies you have told me… all of the things you have written about me and my family.” – Colin spoke with a pained heart. – “All the lies you have written about your own family, about your sister!” – he yelled out. – “Colin please…” – she begged with tears.

“I knew something was wrong!” – he shouted. – “Stupidly I blamed myself…” – he took a step back from her. – “It was you who disgraced Y/n so openly in your lies!” – he called out trying hard to compose himself. – “She…” – Penelope said pleadingly. – “She!” – Colin said loudly back. – “has been nothing but defending you and this is how you treat her?” – Penelope looked in shock back at him.

“Making her feel as if she has been at fault!” – Colin moved closer to her once more. – “but you are the one that is at fault.” – he made clear. – “I will never forgive you.” – were his last words. Penelope closed her eyes, sobbing loud. The coldness of tonight even chillier. Colin taking his leave. Turning his back on lady Whistledown. For all became clear to him. Your last conversation so clear now. Your fear of the prints. You knew exactly who lady Whistledown was and it pained him to know you bore the pain alone.

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mrsjeonjungkook · 6 months ago

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Colin: What is it like being married to Y/N?

Anthony: Once, I asked them for some water while they were angry with me and they brought me a glass full of ice and said 'Wait.'

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mrsjeonjungkook · 6 months ago

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This is exactly how I picture them after colin and pen married 😂

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mrsjeonjungkook · 7 months ago

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mrsjeonjungkook · 7 months ago

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New life

Anthony Bridgerton x reader

Summary: Anthony has an argument with his wife, who is from a lower class, when she makes a mistake while promenading with Anthony

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Y/n felt like a fish out of water. She didn't grow up in the privileged life that her husband, Anthony, had. Of course her life wasn't bad either, so many others had it worse than her. Y/n was the daughter of well-known merchants, and despite their busy lives where she had to start working as a child to help her family, she was grateful for everything she had.

And then everything changed. Y/n was used to having to speak louder, wipe her hands on her old skirt after touching someone's dirty money, and do manual labor. Until one day, Viscount Bridgerton saw her, and it was love at first sight. A love that was rejected by both for too long.

Anthony was the one who gave in first. He started going to her parents' stall more often, buying things he didn't even need and that others could do for him just so he could look at Y/n. It was indisputable that there was a connection between them. Anthony insisted that they couldn't ignore how they felt about each other, but the girl was afraid. A daughter of merchants marrying into the upper class? It could only go wrong, and to make matters worse it would ruin the reputation of the Bridgerton family. But Anthony made her feel things she never thought she would feel.

Her parents, upon realizing what was happening, warned her of the dangers, but they just wanted to see their daughter happy. In the end, Y/n ended up confessing her love for Bridgerton when he came to her stall saying it would be the last time if she wanted it. Instead of answering him, Y/n took his hand, taking him to an isolated place, where no one could see them, and pulled him into a passionate kiss.

Now, six months after they got married and were living a very happy life together, Y/n was still trying to learn the rules of society. It was a work in progress, and Anthony's mother and sisters helped Y/n a lot, explaining everything she could and couldn't do. There was so much information that she often just followed her instinct, ending up breaking some rules. Fortunately, she had just been among family and hadn't had to listen to anyone's judgment.

It wasn't easy being thrown into high society, dressed in the best dresses that she tried her best not to get dirty, speaking softly, and letting the maids do everything for her. But she would do anything for Anthony, and now she had a lifestyle that many would kill for. She couldn't complain.

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It was a sunny day and so, Y/n and Anthony decided to promenade through the park, taking the opportunity to go on a small boat trip. Everything was going well, the woman had fun touching the crystal clear water and watching the fish that fled quickly while Anthony, who was responsible for the physical work, smiled in amusement.

So, they decided to end their afternoon with one last walk through the park to enjoy the last rays of sun, Y/n's hand on Anthony's arm. Y/n was telling him for the thousandth time how excited she was to go play pall mall the next day with the rest of the Bridgerton family. But Anthony never complained and listened attentively and patiently.

But the couple's peace was ruined when a little in front of them, a woman who Y/n quickly recognized as Earl Harrison's wife, was shouting at a maid. She was already old, and was on her knees on the floor trying to clean the woman's expensive dress. People were sending them looks and Y/n felt fury run through her veins when no one intervened, allowing that maid to be basically humiliated in a public square.

She took a step forward, but was pulled back by Anthony, who was holding her hand while sending her a look. "We have nothing to do with this. It's better not to get involved."

Y/n frowned, shaking her head in denial. "No. I'm sorry, Anthony, but I can't do this. But I promise I'll control myself." She then added in a whisper, "If she doesn't irritate me."

"Y/n…"

But Anthony didn't have time to finish his sentence because his wife was already putting on a fake smile, approaching that scene. "Excuse me, what is happening?"

"Lady Bridgerton, look!" the Countess exclaimed while pointing at her maid as if she were an inferior being, noting that she was waiting for Y/n to take her side. "I came to have a picnic on this beautiful day, but this incompetent woman dropped the cake on my dress. It was my favorite!"

"You sound like a child." Y/n said truthfully, not caring about the gasps heard. Anthony sighed behind her.

"Countess Harrinson, I tripped over a stone. My deep apologies, it won't happen again." the maid, still kneeling on the floor, whimpered. The woman rolled her eyes and gave her a small kick, forcing her to move away.

"It won't happen again because you're not coming back with me. I don't accept mistakes, especially like this." The Countess said coldly, while Viscountess Bridgerton became redder and redder with anger.

"But I—"

"You know, Countess Harrinson, she won't be coming back to you because she's going to work for Viscount Bridgerton. We'd be happy to have you,…"

"Mary." the maid said, putting her hands to her face and crying. "My apologies. Thank you, Lady Bridgerton. That's very kind of you."

"How dare you!" the Countess exploded in anger. "You just disrespected Earl Harrinson's wife." Anthony's wife continued to look at her indifferently. The other mumbled in frustration, "I'm going to destroy your family's reputation."

"I'd like to see you try." she narrowed her eyes, not looking away from her until the Countess was already well away from them, the other maids hurrying after her. However, the crowd that formed stayed in the exact same place.

"Y/n, what do you think you're doing?" Anthony hissed. "We shouldn't have intervened."

"You can't really expect me to leave her here on the floor. Just because she's a maid doesn't deserve to be treated like this." Y/n snapped angrily at her husband, helping the poor woman to get up from the floor.

"I'm not saying she deserves it." he growled, he too beginning to get unnerved. "But you can't talk to an Earl's wife like that. This is a hierarchy, Y/n."

"If I see someone being mistreated, you can be sure that I will speak however I want to whoever I want."

"Watch it." Anthony warned with his jaw clenched. He looked around, noticing that they were attracting even more looks and attention. People were already starting to murmur among themselves, and Anthony was sure it wouldn't take long for rumors to spread. "Stop it and we'll talk at home."

"Don't treat me like I'm the insolent one." Y/n hissed, pulling her arm away when Anthony tried to pull her closer to him.

The maid seemed to be increasingly panicked, now being the cause of an argument between the Bridgerton couple, who were well known in society. On the other hand, the woman was quite touched by Y/n's kind gesture. In the midst of such an aggressive society, there were people with pure hearts who were not afraid to defend what they believed in.

"We'll talk at home then, Lord Bridgerton." Y/n ended up saying after a few long tense moments in which the two exchanged glares. She straightened her dress and started to walk, but stopped and looked over her shoulder at the maid who was hesitant to follow. "Come on, Mary, when we get to the mansion I'll introduce you to the rest of our maids who I'm sure will help you settle in."

The atmosphere was tense throughout the carriage ride. Anthony and Y/n continued to avoid talking, knowing that an argument would immediately begin. Instead, he seemed to be caught up in his thoughts while his wife was busy talking to Mary, who slowly seemed to be starting to relax.

When the carriage finally stopped, although they were angry with each other, the Bridgerton got out first to help Y/n out, as she was quite clumsy and it wouldn't be the first time she almost fell out of the carriage in her long dresses. .

"My office. We need to talk." he said in a low voice into Y/n's ear who nodded.

"Juliet." the Viscountess Bridgerton called one of the maids. "This is Mary. Please show her her duties and introduce her to the rest of the people. Make sure she feels welcome."

"Of course, Lady Bridgerton."

Finally, the couple was alone, but spirits seemed to still be high. Anthony continued to be frustrated with Y/n because she didn't realize that there was a hierarchy in society, and they couldn't do everything they wanted, or it would harm not only them but the entire family. On the other hand, Y/n felt that Anthony was supporting social injustice, and that no human being should be treated badly just because they are from a lower social class.

"If you're waiting for me to apologize, I won't."

"I'm hoping you realize the gravity of what you just did." Anthony snapped, running a hand over his face with a sigh. "No matter how much it costs you, you have to respect this society and its rules!"

"But I don't agree with these rules!"

"I don't care about that!" the man exploded, not seeing how Y/n flinched. They had never argued like this. Obviously, they had already disagreed on some issues, but never to the point of raising their voices. "You were selfish! Everything you do affects you and all of us. You have to stop thinking only about yourself!"

"Selfish?" Y/n muttered, looking at her husband with a frown. Those words seemed to be like a knife in her heart.

"Did it occur to you that Francesca is going to start her season in a few months? Now surely all the suitors will know about this family's reputation. That we don't respect hierarchy. That I married someone who has nothing to do with this lifestyle."

Y/n's eyes filled with tears. Her voice was shaking, but she tried to keep herself in control, "Well, I'm sorry that I let you down. It wasn't my intention, Lord Bridgerton. I'm sorry that you married someone who wasn't supposed to be here, living with all this money and stupid rules of etiquette. But I will always do what I think is right. Because unlike you, I know what it's like to be looked down upon by the upper classes."

Anthony looked at her with wide eyes, his mouth opening and closing several times. "Wait, Y/N, I didn't mean it like that. I don't regret marrying you."

"It doesn't matter what you meant. Really, you should have married someone who was already into this lifestyle, who knew what the hell they were doing. I'm trying, I swear." Some tears fell. "But it's difficult. And dealing with these people, who think they are superior to others, I can't do it."

"Y/n…"

"But you're right. I should have thought about your family. Your siblings could be harmed by what I did, and that was the last thing I wanted. My apologies for that, I will make sure I fix this."

"No, no." the Bridgerton man said, looking desperately at the woman. The woman who gave up her life to marry him, and has tried hard every day to adapt. And here he is, who instead of helping her criticizes her for defending what she believes in. "You're not going to do anything because there's nothing to fix."

"You don't need to say that, I already realized I made a mistake."

"But you didn't, I did. I let myself be influenced by everything that is wrong in this society, and that's why I'm disappointed in myself. But you, my beautiful kind wife, just did what was right, and I'm proud of you. You are not selfish, god you are nothing like that. You do so much for this family, I don't know what came over me to say something as barbaric as that."

"Anthony…" Y/n sighed, not knowing what to say. Her husband, in turn, seemed to have relaxed when Y/n finally called him by his name and not his title.

"I love you. I married you because I love who you are and want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want our children to be as kind as you, and we can raise them to be good people, who help others. I'm sorry for the way I treated you."

Y/n remained silent but let a small smile appear on her face. Anthony also realized that they were better off with each other and took a step forward.

"I will kneel and beg for your forgiveness."

"What are you waiting for?" she teased.

Although she wasn't expecting it, Anthony actually lowered himself to his knees at her feet, looking at her in amusement but also with sincerity. "My apologies, Lady Bridgerton. I will not repeat my mistakes again. I love you and how fierce you are. Now, will you please forgive me?"

"I don't know, Anthony, maybe I need something more convincing." she said, closing her eyes when she felt her husband lift her dress a little to place small kisses on her legs.

"I'm all yours, Y/N. For the rest of my days."

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mrsjeonjungkook · 8 months ago

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Domestic!Gale figuring out how to build a crib

hello! 💗 thank you so much for this request, I had lots of fun writing it 😂 mr. I can build a homemade crystal radio experiencing problems with building a crib was making me giggle all the time 🤭😌

my inbox is open for blurb/short fic requests for major cleven 🤗

Almost everything had been already prepared in the nursery – Bucky had helped your husband to paint the walls and insulate the window. You had chosen the furniture and decorations and it all looked put together now except for one thing – the crib. You couldn’t find the one that you’d like enough and that would fit in the nursery design. You were slowly running out of time since the baby would come in less than two months so on that weekend Buck took you to one of those big stores in the city. It took two hours to drive there from your town but you promised him that this time you would choose the crib for sure.

“What about this one?” You asked after a while of staring at one of the cribs in front of you. It was light wood and there was a picture of a cute teddy bear on the side.

Your husband furrowed his brows and inspected the price tag. He hummed to himself for a while and began to examine the crib itself, knocking on wood and feeling the texture with his fingertips. You chuckled at the sight – one would think he was a carpenter and therefore an expert.

“So?” You asked, impatiently.

“It’s nice,” Buck admitted and straightened his back. “It’s convertible, too,” he added. “Are you sure you want this one? I won’t be coming back here to return it if you change your mind tomorrow.”

“Oh, I am sure!” You smiled at him and caressed his arm.

“Do you need some help?” The salesman approached you with a smile. “You seem to be interested in this model.”

“Yes, we are. We want to buy it,” Buck told him.

“Excellent,” the salesman nodded his head and pointed at the counter with the cash registers. “I’ll bring one from the storeroom,” he told you and walked away.

“From the storeroom?” Buck furrowed his brows at you. “I thought we could take this one,” he pointed at the crib behind you.

“Don’t be daft, it’s a big city store! They have these for display only,” you sighed and dragged him to the counter, excited to finally make this purchase.

The salesman joined you a moment later, barely holding a huge box with the image of the crib chosen by you printed on it.

“I’m paying all that money and I have to put it together on my own?” Buck asked and you tugged on his sleeve to shush him. The salesman raised an eyebrow at him.

“It’s designed to be assembled quickly and easily, sir,” he assured your husband. “But if you require an additional help, we can–”

“No, thank you,” Buck chuckled at him as he took his wallet out of the pocket. “I don’t need help with such things. I can build a homemade crystal radio out of a wire,” he casually bragged as he put the money on the counter. It was unlike your husband to act like that, so you assumed the salesman had upset him with his insinuation that building a crib would be too difficult to handle.

The salesman widened his eyes as he laid his eyes on you and you rolled his eyes and smiled at him. He relaxed and handed Buck the big box before taking the money. Your husband struggled way less with holding the box than the salesman had.

“Please, wait a second, I need to give you a receipt just in case you want to return,” the salesman brought out some papers.

“I’ll wait in the car,” Buck told you and you nodded at him. He walked away and when he was out of sight, you bit on your lower lip and approached the salesman.

“So… What if building a crib turns out to be more difficult than building a radio?” You asked him.

“There’s a manual inside the box. And a phone number in that manual. The factory that made that crib produces lots of furniture and they have a hotline for people experiencing problems.”

“Thank you,” you smiled at him and got the receipt.

Buck was determined to put the crib together on the same day. When you walked inside the house, he brought the box upstairs as you followed him.

“Gale, I’m about to prepare dinner now. It can wait for tomorrow,” you leaned on the doorframe of the nursery.

“Oh, please, baby, it’s gonna take me five minutes. You won’t even boil the water before I finish,” he opened the box and discarded the manual as he threw it across the room.

“Buck, I’d rather you not…” you crouched down clumsily to pick the manual up. “I mean it, Gale. I know you’re good at such things and you have nothing to prove,” you sighed. “I wish you assembled this crib according to the manual because I want it to be safe for the baby,” you pointed out.

“Go, make dinner. You can inspect later if I did it right if you know so much about building cribs,” he looked up at you. He was more playful than rude but you were sick of his attitude anyway. You threw your hands up in the air to show defeat.

“You know as much as me about building cribs… but fine,” you rolled your eyes and left the nursery with the manual still in your hands.

You went downstairs to boil the water for the pasta and began to work on the tomato sauce. Fifteen minutes later the food was ready but your husband was not.

“Gale!” You called for him. “The food is ready!”

“Give me five more minutes!” He shouted down and you nodded to yourself.

Five minutes later, you called for him again.

“Gale, I’m hungry!”

“Eat without me!” He answered in a tone more frustrated than before.

So you did eat alone and even washed the dishes while his plate still was on the table. You sighed and walked back upstairs.

“Baby, your food’s getting cold,” you entered the nursery and then you gasped at the sight of his focused and angry face and all the screws scattered all over the floor. The pieces of the crib were not put together almost at all. “Jesus, Gale,” you laughed and he looked up at you. His anger turned into embarrassment as he blushed immediately.

“I’ve never seen furniture like that! Don’t laugh at me, it’s the new generation or something,” he mumbled.

“Buck, baby…” you chuckled at him as you approached him to fix his ruffled hair. “Go downstairs and eat. We can deal with that tomorrow, alright?”

“Yeah,” he nodded and sighed in defeat.

You turned the light off and closed the door before going back downstairs after your husband. You sat by the table with him and watched him eat.

“Is it not too cold? I can heat it up for you,” you proposed.

“It’s fine,” he shook his head. He was still blushing and visibly avoiding your gaze.

“You know, in the manual, there’s a phone number. We can call them tomorrow, they have a hotline for people experiencing problems and…” you started.

“I’d rather die than call them,” Buck looked up as he told you, seriously.

“There’s no shame in not knowing everything, Gale,” you chuckled softly.

“It’s about honour,” he shook his head.

“Honour? Baby, for God’s sake, it’s only a crib!” You rolled your eyes. “Anyway, I can call them and pretend that it’s me experiencing problems.”

“You will not do such a thing,” Buck pointed his finger at you, sternly. “I can start following the manual, fine, but I will not call any hotline. And you will not either.”

“Okay, okay…” You rolled your eyes again at him. “But you’re so stubborn sometimes.”

“I’m the father of this baby and I will build that crib myself,” he told you.

“Alright, but I don’t mind calling the hotline, just so you know. It won’t change anything for me and I won’t tell anyone about it if it’s so important to you,” you assured your husband.

“It is important to me and it will change everything for me,” he stated.

That night before sleep, instead of reading a book, Buck was analysing the manual.

After breakfast you both went back to the nursery. You sat in the armchair with the manual book in your hands and watched Gale gather all the scattered screws to put them back in one place.

“Now, I will read the steps and you will do what I tell you, yes?” You asked for confirmation of the plan you two had for this special task.

“Yes, sir,” he nodded playfully and you chuckled at him.

With your help – and the pictures in the manual – fifteen minutes later the crib seemed to be already assembled. You stood up to examine it but it was stable and balanced properly. You showed Buck where you wanted it to stand and he moved it to that very spot as he stared at his creation proudly.

“You see? No hotline was needed,” he told you and put his hands on his hips.

“No, no hotline,” you approached him and put your arms around him to hug him tight. “Just listening to your wife, hm?”

“Yeah,” Buck chuckled and kissed the top of your head, “just listening to my wife.”

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mrsjeonjungkook · 8 months ago

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Please can you write a Buck x reader where he's really protective of her while she's pregnant? I think he'd be SO attentive and constantly making sure she's okay

hello! 🤰🏻🤰🏾 thank you for your request 💕 I think he'd be the best daddy and very involved in the pregnancy unlike most men back then 😊

I had to currently close the requests because I got so many so I'm working on them atm 🙏🏻

You reached above your head to grab a box on the top shelf of the wardrobe. It was no easy task, especially now when you were six months pregnant and you felt much heavier and slower. However, you didn’t want to ask Buck for help because he was busy reading a book downstairs. You didn’t want to bother him with something so silly.

You managed to grab the edge of the box as your tongue stuck out a little out of effort. You pulled the box closer and lost the grasp of it. You could only watch it hit the ground as you quickly took a step aside to avoid being hit with it. A loud thumping sound echoed all over the bedroom as you sighed and watched all the photographs from the box scattered all over the floor.

The door opened rapidly, which startled you.

“Gee, Buck, I had no idea you could be that fast,” you chuckled, trying to crouch down to collect the photographs.

Your husband was a few shades paler as his eyes were widened. He approached you and grabbed you by your shoulders, making you straighten your back. You furrowed your brow at him.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you nodded.

“Something fell down. I was scared it was you,” he admitted as his eyes scanned you up and down as if he didn’t believe your assuring words.

“I’m fine, Buck. It was the box. I tried to reach for it,” you told him.

“You should have called for me,” his tone was serious, nearly scolding. You sighed and rolled your eyes.

“I didn’t want to bother you. But now, when you’re here… You can help me to pick them up,” you proposed and Buck nodded without a word. Always eager to help and making sure you don’t overwork yourself even if it was a task as easy as this one.

He handed you the empty box and sat you down on the edge of your bed before crouching down and picking up the photographs. He was handing you them one after another and you could watch with a gentle smile all the beautiful memories that were there.

“What did you even need that box for?” He asked.

“I felt a little sentimental,” you told him as your lips curled into a smile at the sight of your wedding picture.

“Next time you feel a little sentimental, you call for me to help you,” Buck muttered to himself. He wasn’t really angry but you could hear his nervousness, still scared for you even though nothing had happened.

“You know, I got used to doing everything on my own,” you carelessly commented as you placed the picture inside the box and reached your hand out for another one. But there was none, so you lowered your eyes to meet your husband’s gaze. He was staring at you with his beautiful blue eyes but they were suddenly filled with pain and guilt.

“I’m sorry I left you for such a long time. I never meant to,” he whispered.

“Oh, Gale, baby, I didn’t mean it this way…” You bit on your lower lip and held his hand to pull him closer. He sat up on the bed next to you, clumsily – which was unusual for him. He put his arm around you and hid his face in the crook of your neck. “I don’t blame you for that, love. I’m glad you came back to me, doesn’t matter how long it took,” you assured him as you caressed the back of his head. “What I’m saying is, I learnt how to be independent. And sometimes…” You hesitated, not sure if you should finish the sentence. “And sometimes I forget you’re back home,” you finally added and took a deep breath in. “I’m upstairs, doing something and a noise from the living room startles me… Only then I remember that my husband is back with me,” you turned your head to place a kiss upon his forehead.

Buck looked up and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of the tears welled in his eyes. You cupped his face to caress his scars gently and you gazed back at him, hoping he could see all the love in your own eyes, because words seemed to only make it worse.

He was home for nearly a year now but it took time to accept his presence once again. Just like it had been difficult to accept his absence after his departure.

“Here, can you feel it?” You quickly grabbed his hand and put it on your swollen bump as the baby inside you moved. You smiled at your husband through your tears and saw his face lighten up again. “I can’t wait for the nurse to hand you Baby Cleven. You’re going to be an amazing daddy,” you told him.

“Only time can tell,” Buck sighed.

“No, I just know it, baby,” you assured him. “Just like you’re an amazing husband,” you added. “Now, hand me the rest of the pictures and let’s just put that box away, hm?” You encouraged him and he nodded before leaning in to peck your lips and then moving back to the carpet to give you the rest of the scattered photographs.

Once you were done with it, you went downstairs with Buck and walked into the kitchen since it was time to prepare the supper.

“I’ll do it,” Gale insisted.

“I’m pregnant, not sick,” you chuckled. “I can handle making my husband a sandwich. I like taking care of you,” you shook your head and approached the counter to take the bread out but Buck followed you.

“Let me help at least,” he put his hands on his hips, completely lost at what to do.

“It is not complicated, Major Cleven. You just slice bread and put whatever you want on top,” you laughed. “Well, you can make tea if you really want to do something,” you nodded at him and he smiled.

As eager to help as a child wanting to assist their mother. You found it adorable in a way, or perhaps those were your hormones speaking.

“You know,” Buck started suddenly, “I’m reading that book about babies and I am really worried about some things.”

“You what?” You stopped slicing the bread for a moment as you froze and looked at him in disbelief. A slight blush on his cheeks was making your heart swell.

“I’m reading a book about babies. The one for fathers that was recommended by the doctor,” he explained.

“It was only a recommendation, baby. You’re probably the only man who actually bought it,” you laughed lovingly at him. All your friends who had been lucky to get pregnant before you, had been telling you many stories about their husbands not wanting to participate in anything baby-related. And here he was, your dear husband, Major Gale Cleven… Who had actually bought a book about babies recommended by a doctor. “You’re one in a million, baby. Just reminding me every day why I love you,” you quickly caressed his arm just in case you had embarrassed him accidentally with your reaction. “What were you worrying about?”

“There are just so many things that can go wrong. And it’s scaring me,” Buck admitted quietly, avoiding your gaze. “Things beyond my control. I can try my best and still not be able to prevent them from happening.”

“That’s what life is like, my dear. I thought you’d know it by now,” you hugged him and caressed his back. “But we’re together in this. We can do it. And the things that are beyond our control… Well, they’re beyond our control. We shouldn’t worry about them now. Why focus on the bad things?” You tried to cheer him up.

“What if I lose you?” He asked, his voice breaking.

“You won’t, I promise,” you took a step back to look into his eyes.

“You can’t promise me that,” Buck bit on his lower lip as his jaw clenched; all in effort to stop himself from crying again.

“You couldn’t promise me either. When you were going to Europe, you promised you would be back. But how could you know that? I remembered what one of my friends had told me. Them pilots die like flies, she said. But I refused to listen to her because you…” You put your hand on his chest. “You gave me a promise. And I know my man doesn’t break his word,” you looked up with a gentle smile.

“And…” Buck cleared his throat. “And the little one?” He asked, nearly naively. You chuckled softly and placed his hand on your bump again. The baby moved as if they knew they had been addressed.

“The little one promises to be alright, too, daddy,” you assured your husband. “Now, let’s make these sandwiches, mummy’s hungry,” you bopped him on the nose.

Buck was watching you sitting on the edge of the bed and putting a lotion on your legs, belly and arms. Pregnant or not, he loved to admire you as you were performing your little rituals. When you were done, you laid back on the pillows and sighed.

“Can you imagine that in three months we’ll have Baby Cleven with us?” You asked with a soft smile.

“No,” he admitted in a whisper. “Truth to be told, I can barely believe you’re my wife.”

“Don’t be daft,” you caressed his hair. “Come here, tell us a goodnight story?” You proposed and Buck nodded as he lowered himself to place a kiss on your bump and lay his head next to it. He put his arms around your waist and closed his eyes, savouring the sweet and intimate moment.

“Which story, love?” He asked, gently caressing your bump.

“The one about a princess waiting for her knight to come back from the war?” You asked. It was a story Buck had made up some time ago for your little baby, which was supposed to reflect the story of your child’s parents. But he was still working on the details, changing the plot here and there each time he was telling this story. You liked it not only because it was about the two of you but also because it was giving you a feeling of creating something together for the baby already. Even though Baby Cleven still needed three more months to grow under your heart, you already felt like a real family. There was not a day passing by when you were not grateful for your husband being so involved in the whole process.

“I thought you’d be sick of that story by now,” Buck chuckled.

“No, I will never be sick of it,” you assured him as your fingers brushed through his golden hair. “And I hope Baby Cleven will want to listen to it every day, too.”

“I highly doubt that,” Buck muttered with his face pressed to your bump, kissing it one more time.

“We’ll make up another story then. And then another. And another. I’m sure we’ll come up with dozens of amazing ones. We can make it a family tradition. What do you think?” You asked and he looked up at you. You couldn’t help but smile at how beautiful he was at that moment, with his eyes filled with love and admiration, letting himself be vulnerable and soft in your arms.

“I think it’s a beautiful idea,�� he nodded.

“Wait, let me grab a notebook,” you reached out to the bedside table to get a notepad and a pen. “Let’s start writing them down.”

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mrsjeonjungkook · 8 months ago

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Are there any fics that explore this?

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mrsjeonjungkook · 8 months ago

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"Art didn't do anything wrong; he's the good guy." Like, be so fucking for real, I'm going to need you to watch this movie again. Art can be your fav; he can be the character you relate to the most. But please, let's not lie. At the very least, he fucked over his childhood best friend out of jealousy. He saw an opportunity when Tashi got injured, and he took it, the people around him be damned. And I say the least because Art is manipulative throughout the movie. Just because he covers it up with this timid nice guy persona doesn't mean that's not what he was doing. I worry about the fact that people can't seem to enjoy a character unless they try to erase all the wrongdoing of the character.

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mrsjeonjungkook · 8 months ago

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i think we are all forgetting something when we talk about how toxic patrick, tashi, and art are — or when we decide one is “worse” than the other. they all have moments of seeing right through it, seeing each other’s toxic behavior for what it is, and STILL want and need each other in this possessive, envious, visceral way.

1. in the way beginning, tashi is clearly flirting more with art than patrick, and patrick is visibly annoyed. art sees right through it and even challenges him like “okay, let’s leave”, and has this little smirk on his face because he knows patrick won’t give up on tashi.

2. tashi immediately sees the visible tension and love between art and patrick, and literally orchestrates their first kiss. she sees right through their repression, and even calls herself a “home-wrecker” but still entangles herself with them, especially patrick because he’s clearly the better tennis player at that point and that is tash’s ONLY true love. tennis. that’s what she desires most in him, and patrick knows that. he even calls her out on it in the dorm room scene. but they have this mirroring fire in each other that neither of them can give up, not until patrick breaks the balance and bails — tashi’s injury is literally a metaphor for the balance shattering between all three of them when patrick leaves her.

3. before this, patrick sees right through art trying to break them up, and even admires that quality — maybe even feels smug and flattered because art is jealous and feels left out from both tashi and patrick. patrick has known this all along, we saw it in the “tick-serve” scene, where he even swears to tashi he won’t tell anyone but he still tells art, who is desperate to feel a part of them and patrick wants that, too — even keeps that close intimacy with art that we see in the churro scene (swoon swoon swoon).

4. haven’t you noticed that arts desire to be great is only ever tied up in patrick and tashi? how he needs to beat patrick to win tashis affection, how he needs to win in tennis so that tashi can live through him, how he lives up to his potential in the ending only because tashi and patrick push him to it, in their little fucked up ways? he knows this — he even admits that he’s playing for tashi, that he knows she’s living through him. he even admits he’s playing a fucked up little game with patrick when they’re in the sauna. yet he still does it. again, he knows what’s happening, sees right through them — still does it, still loves them.

5. when tashi calls patrick to come pick her up he knows it’s not just to tell him to throw the match — and despite how she battles him about it, they still have sex in the car, because he already knows. he’s so fully aware of her and her game and he’s so willing to be caught up in it, the same as art.

just some examples of how they all have moments of clarity and agency and yet they still choose to be entangled in one another because they’re all fucked up in their own, individual ways, and they’re all living through each other for their own specific needs. arts is to be seen as worthy, as great, but only through their gaze. tashis is to have the career that was stolen from her. patricks is truly to be in love and in lust with both of them, because we even see that from the beginning that tashis love alone will never satiate him; it has to be arts love, too. that scene in the sauna when he thinks he’s lost it from art is the most sad and fucked up we ever even see patrick. on top of tashi asking him to throw the game — he’s so defensive of arts feelings.

in short this is an actual love triangle (and i would go as far as to see it as a polyship). you can’t erase one without the whole thing unraveling, and you can’t say one character was the “worst” without picking apart the motivations and pointing to the fact that their bad behavior was never a secret or left unchecked.

even at the end, patrick signals to art that he slept with tashi — art knows and they still have that intimate completion at the end, all three of them. art living up to his potential and embracing patrick fully (id argue this could even be a metaphor for embracing his bisexuality), patrick having both tashi and arts affection again, and tashi playing a phenomenal tennis match through her little white boys — in such a visceral, emotional way that she cries out like she did in the beginning and the last frame is her smiling.

in a fucked up way, they all get what they wanted out of each other.

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