#I’ve spoken to him twice but he will be my husband

[totalfreakingloser]

please tell me why the moment I decided who I was going to romance in Stardew Valley that I became a little feral beast trying to find them

[screampied]

your writing is so amazing I’m begging you to write anything for nanami

❤︎ ໋𓈒 ex husband nanami who fucks like he can’t live without you

warnings. fem! reader, ex husband nanami, mating press, breeding kink, praise kink, slight whiney nanami. mdni.

an. thank u bb!! xo i want him so bad

ex husband nanami that’s completely infatuated with you. he’s never stopped fully loving you—you probably never stopped him either. his touch against you was gentle, he’d watch as you’d try to cover your face with your hand. beneath him, nanami lets off a grunt with a idle hand pressing against your tummy.

“nono, don’t do that,” he whispers, the feeling of his wedding ring he’d never take off skims against your skin. “i wanna see my wife before she makes another mess on me.”

wife.

a term he’d always call you, despite the two of you not exactly being together. yet you’d always find yourself back in nanami’s arms, in his bed.. vice versa.

“k-kento,” you’d gasp, each thrust he creates has the bed creaking and creaking. you gawk as nanami once he grabs your hand to kiss it. twice, the softness of his lips that ran against your skin made your heart swoon. “fuck, you’re so—big.”

“perfect size for you, sweetheart,” he sighs, and he picks the position specifically just to see your face…purely to study your facial expressions, planting a plethora of kisses all over your face. “god, you don’t know how much i’ve missed you.”

he was so thick, stretching you out with such ease like an elastic band—your walls forevermore clamped against him and you bit the inside of your cheek with your eyes rolling back. “so just let me show you, sweetheart.”

as nanami maintained a thorough pace, he was visibly sweating a bit.. not much to your surprise.

beads of it ran down the side of his partly arched eyebrows, his jawline was perfectly sharp each time he clenched his jaw and it was unintentionally sexy.

“w-woman, whenever you look at me like that…” he groans.

the way your walls gripped him oh so tight, it left him speechless. nanami had your legs just dangling in the air as he’s hitting against your cunt with such sloppy erotic thrusts.

your ears ring vividly as your lip trembles in pleasure. “makes me wanna give you another baby.”

“do it then, kento.” you moaned, and for a second the two of you make direct eye contact. his heart pounds and nanami gives you a soft glance.

a sheepish grin going across his pink lips. he lets off a moan right against your ear, “…baby, i just might. ‘m so pent up ‘n full for you. should give you triplets this time. i always adored how you looked with a pretty rounded tummy.”

his brutal hits against you, the way he pivots his hips each time, you’re left with your mouth dumbly dangling open, nails carving into his skin. “oh my g-god, kento. keep hitting me right there, pleasepleaseee.”

he’s plugging into you with such soft force, your legs nearly give out. nanami’s low husky grunts against your ear makes you throb for more.

“i will,” he mutters, grabbing your hand to give it another kiss. “you’re so pretty like this. am i making you feel good? speak to me, my love.”

all that escaped from your lips was a soft, “mhm.”

“that’s all you can give me?” he teases, leaning in to plant a soft kiss near your mouth. nanami’s fingers graciously ghosts against the middle part of your neck. he swipes a thumb against it, smothering you with kisses until he left you gasping for air. his dick reached the deepest parts of you, the curve he had fully expanding into you and you’re just a whiney mess. “my wife’s never been this soft spoken.”

“i— i’m gonna cummm,” you babbled, a sensitive cluster of nerves brewing up from the inside. “kento. ‘s gonna—”

as he’s buried into you, he lets off a soft whine at the way your cunt tugged against him. the filthy wet sounds between your legs created reverberated across the room.

“look at me, look at me.” your eyes dart towards him and his smile was so warm and gentle. you feel the way every few seconds his cock was disappear inside your folds, in and out and your eyes just rolled and rolled. “you drive me insane,” he grumbles, his thrusts began to become more unkept and dirty. his fingers intertwine with yours before he whispers in a broken voice. “marry me again.”

“kento,” you moaned, and he stares deeply into your eyes, bringing a few more kisses towards the center of your mouth. you found yourself speechless, forever being coddled with his warmth from how he’s just so gentle with you. his weight gingerly hovered against you before he lets off a sigh, stroking your cheek. “re-marry?”

he lets off a grunt once he feels your droopy legs just brush all against his back. you’re constantly moving all because of him and it makes him smile. “i’d give anything just to see you in a pretty white dress a-again.”

for a split second, his words gets cut off and he laments lowly at how your pussy gripped him tightly with much needed force. “sweetheart, ‘m gonna fill you…you want that?”

“please,” you whined, practically hugging his back. this position was so lewd — nanami always expressed his love for mating press, it was so affectionate not to mention intimate. he’d always have a good enough excuse just to see your cute expressions right when you were about to orgasm.

“anything for my girl,” he murmurs into your neck, and his voice gets a bit pitchy — whiney even. forlorn and almost desperate, he was trembling on his words from how sensitive you had him, a nanami you don’t think you’ve ever experienced this version with. “so full for you,” he whispers, licking a strick up your neck before claiming your hands against with his.

you feel his ring graze against your palm as he’s quickening his pace just a tad bit. “just for you though, j-just for you.”

once nanami cums, it’s so thick. lengthy ropes spew into your cunt and your legs were left twitching, just clinging onto his waist. nanami’s softly panting against your ear, murmuring how gorgeous you were, how pretty you looked, and most importantly….how charming you’d look with your tummy plump for him again.

“come here,” you’d moan, picking up nanami’s head so he could face you directly. you’d hastily bring him into a warm kiss and he returns in, swabbing a thumb across your cheek before he groans into your mouth.

nanami’s heart raced—you were forever perfect in his eyes, each second the kiss lasted, he craved more of you. still buried inside of you, you feel his palm softly press down against your tummy and you moan. the moment he pulls away, nanami takes off his ring before placing it inside of your hand, kissing your hand afterwards.

“think about it, for me?”

[taylorrepdetective]

NFL just started back up. Literally. Taylor continues to [potentially] spread her reach in new ways. Now it’s not just girls, it’s their boyfriends and husbands who want to see what she’s up to.

These are not bad points. She’s been all over sports all year, with baseball players, football players (Aaron Rogers went to eras too) and race car drivers (not just my boy Alonso) being interviewed about their favorite Taylor songs. Her popularity has broken containment already.

But I would urge caution, and as I said watch and wait a bit before getting too excited or worked up about this. We are at step 2, and The Messenger isn’t People or even The Sun.

First of all, we don’t know if this rumor will go any further. If it does a fling is most likely

Second of all, we don’t know if his people are the ones doing it. He is nearing retirement age and is looking for a post-football career, appears to be good looking, clean, charming, and well spoken, so he probably wants to do something like TV analysis, maybe something bigger (think Michael Strahan, or The Rock) and this will help him with star power and name recognition. Whether it goes any further or not.

Thirdly if I was a famous eligible bachelor, I would absolutely claim my spot as Taylor next maybe boyfriend. There is absolutely no harm in it and only an upside, even if she were to vehemently deny the rumor.

I also would caution some of the arguments I’ve seen that this definitely won’t happen because: 1) he has an on again-off again girlfriend. Calvin literally broke up with his girlfriend to date Taylor and then got back together with her immediately after. So did Matty (though it wasn’t a serious girlfriend in his case.) And the football season just starting and him not having any time for it just is a plus in my book. A built in excuse for them to almost never be seen together. Matty was on tour. Joe was in London and filming movies all the time in the early days. They only need to be seen twice at the beginning then every 6 months to seem real. And then they have the perfect “their schedules made it too hard” excuse when they break up. I AM NOT SAYING THIS MEANS THEY ARE TOGETHER. Just that these arguments don’t mean anything because even if they become a “couple” it’s not real and so they don’t have to behave in a logical way that real couples behave.

So again, wait and see. I would bet whichever way it goes we will know quickly.

[dangmelearner]

Why after 18 years i still dont master Dangme?

I have been married to a native speaker of Dangme for 18 years, 10 of wich i’ve been living in Ghana, where said language is spoken. So why is it that I’m still at the beginner stage?

Behold, my vast list of excuses

1. English.

I’m a Finn but I learnt English in school and by the time I met my husband i was reasonably “fluent” (very debatable term) through exposure to English language media (Finns generally consume very high amounts of media in English). I also sang in church choir led by an American lady, I had English language penpalls, read books in English and found the magical world of the internet. And then I joined an English language church because I was invited by some lovely Nigerians I met randomly on the street. So summa summarum, I was already pretty strong in English when I met my husband to be. He hadn’t learnt Finnish at that time and naturally we communicated in English. Later he did learn Finnish but English remained our common language and it always felt weird trying to speak any other language together. So I never had this big need to learn Dangme. Yeah I really wanted to (and tried to) but it never bothered our relationship that I didn’t.

2. Not living in Dangme land

Even when we moved to Ghana we didn’t actually live in an area where Dangme was the majority language. So I would hear Dangme mostly only if my husband called his parents or if we travelled to see my in-laws which happened like twice a year.

3. Lack of materials

When I began my language learning there was very few materials. I managed to get a hold of a small tourist vocabulary which was very badly done and not very helpful. But I drilled that bad boy the best i could. I also asked my husband a lot of questions but he doesn’t have a very good attitude to my language learn quest and is sort of irritated when I ask him. He is very busy all the time and super stressed so I don’t really feel like bothering him.

4. Other languages

As I couldn’t find materials in Dangme I tried other languages. I tried Ashanti twi through Pimsleur, Aquapem Twi through a book and later Fante through actual face to face private lessons. I did some French too on the side because I watched SKAM France and fell in love.

So what now?

1. Begin to bother people

I’m finally going to begin pushing people to speak Dangme to me. I have made friends with a handful of dangmes and they are much more in favor of my learnign endeavors than my husband. So I finally have some people to help me.

3. Materials

The last couple of years materials have popped up. I now have a handful of YouTube videos at my disposal and I have found a few children’s books. I have also found some academic articles about Dangme grammar. Im also now in a WhatsApp group with other people wanting to learn Dangme. That is very motivating. But the one resource I’m so exited about is a dictionary! I can now translate stuff without having to ask people about each and every word.

4. Focus

I’m going to but all other languages to hold. I’m even going to put my other hobbies on hold for a while. I really want to just do a really intensive period of Dangme studies for the next year or so. I’m hoping by the end of the year I would be at a level where I can hopefully learn more passively (like through just reading Bible in Dangme and through natural conversations. ) After I have become strong enough in Dangme I want to bring back the other languages one by one but keep maintaining Dangme. I really hope this works out.

[rurpleplayssims]

The following day, Tyler got a phone call from Althea, who was requesting an update on the business spreadsheets which were due a few days previously. 

“Bugger!” he said when he realised. “Sorry Althea, I clean forgot to submit those! I have updated them but I’ve been distracted with having Mads here. I’ll email those over straight away.”

“I apologise to chase you on it” Althea said quietly. “I don’t want to sound like one of those bosses!”

Tyler chuckled “You’re fine boss. No harm done.”

There was a slight pause.

“Tyler, thank you.”

“For what?” he asked, perturbed. 

“For helping Thomas” she said and when she spoke her husband’s name, her voice broke. “He’s so much happier and he doesn’t seem so down anymore. I know he was around yours with Jasper yesterday and he wasn’t gloomy when he came back.”

“You spoke?”

“We did...again” she said and he could hear tears in her throat. “We’ve had a lot of talks lately which is good. We need to keep talking and listening to each other, one of the first major lessons I’ve learnt about marriage this year. He told me what you two said and that he feels he’s had a revelation of sorts. We had a good talk which resulted in us both sobbing our hearts out but it ended well.”

“I’m sorry if you felt attacked by my-” Tyler started.

“Don’t be silly Tyler” she cut him off. “I am not at all offended. In fact I’m, touched my husband defended me so strongly. Only makes me love him even more and even more determined to be never let him down again.”

She cleared her throat before she spoke again. “Thank you for getting him to talk. I was so scared the Thomas I married was gone forever, all because of a stupid ultimatum I gave him, which was entirely inappropriate.”

“You need to forgive yourself as well” Tyler said, smiling. “I didn’t fully realise it until Thomas said it yesterday, but it isn’t any of our business, it should be between you and Thomas.”

“I’ve heard that a few times” Althea admitted, but he could hear the smile in her voice as well. “I’ve already spoken to Jasper to thank him as well. But seriously, you helped Thomas break that cycle and in return, you two have helped save me and Thomas both.”

“You think too highly of us boss” Tyler chuckled.

“Or you don’t think highly of yourself” Althea teased back. “I just wanted to say that you’ve helped me massively by getting Thomas to speak. I didn’t want to force him to talk because I think maybe I was the wrong person to do it. But now you two have helped bridge that gap, I feel like Thomas is getting back to himself now. I won’t make the same mistake twice.”

Meanwhile, Madeleine was in her room, playing with her xylophone again.

[idv-thespians]

Adelaide wasted no time searching through Ratio’s apartment.

She saw something hidden behind a bookshelf, a device stuck onto the wall, putting her ear to it, she could vaguely hear Xiao and Ms Ellie talking next door.

Xiao was telling Ellie, and her son, about Mr Ratio turning himself in. Though, some other officers brought Flynn away to question him separately in another room.

“I take this comes as a surprise?”

“I had no clue, I mean… why would he kill Shiloh?”

“You can’t think of any motive? Ratio says he did it for you. He says he killed your ex-husband on your behalf.”

Ellie sighed, looking away.

“So you can think of a reason?”

“…I suspected he had feelings for me… but I’d never imagine he’d go so far…”

“He also said you two have been in constant contact for some time now.”

“Huh? We’ve barely spoken…”

“He mentioned phone calls? Every evening?”

“Oh, so those were from him…”

“You didn’t know?”

“I didn’t, he never gave me his name.”

She explained how it started. An anonymous caller had called her three months ago, and had called her every day since at the same time. She was terrified at first, but she was also curious. Apparently, this stranger called from a public phone every time, and he indeed called 5 times before stopping.

“You couldn’t tell from his voice?”

“Not really, we spoke so little, and I’ve only spoke to the caller twice. I’d hardly imagine a teacher doing such a thing too…”

Ellie also gave the officers more letters she found in her mailbox. Typewritten, unsigned, and with her name on it.

I notice you’ve been putting on more makeup recently. And wearing fancier clothes. That’s not like you. Plainer attire suits you better. It also bothers me that you’ve been coming home late. You should come home right after work is finished.

Is something bothering you? If it is, please don’t hesitate to tell me about it. That’s why I call you every night, you know? There are many matters on which I could advise you. You can’t trust anyone else. You shouldn’t trust anyone else. Just me.

I have a terrible feeling something has happened. I fear you’ve betrayed me. Now, I know with all my heart that you would never do such a thing. But if you ever did, I’m not sure I would ever be able to forgive you. I am the only man for you. I am the only one who can protect you.

As she and the rest of the police officers with her tore through the apartment, they found everything Ratio said they’d find: a box cutter, a disposable wire, and a heating cord, hidden in a box in his closet. It was different from Ellie’s, insulated with braided fabric instead of rubber. They matched the description forensics had given her much more than Ms Ellie’s.

A owner of a grocery store near the pay phone nearest to their apartment also confirmed that a man matching Ratio’s description frequented the payphone, as he found it unusual for anyone to use them so often.

[teenmomcentral]

Jenelle Evans says her estranged husband David Eason isn’t sending any “talking words” to their daughter, Ensley. In fact, the fired Teen Mom 2 star is claiming–through her lawyer Brandon Pettijohn— that David hasn’t tried to contact their kid at all since he was banished to live on the couple’s broken boat in February. However, in court paperwork filed by Jenelle herself last month (and obtained by The Ashley), she contradicts this statement!

In a new interview with The Sun— Jenelle’s lawyer, Brandon, stated that David is allowed to see and contact the seven-year-old, but is just choosing not to.

“As far as David seeing Ensley, absent a court order, both parents have 100% rights to their child all the time without that court order” Brandon said (while taking a break from shaking his caboose on TikTok).

“To my knowledge, David has not attempted to contact Ensley, or tried to contact her through our offices, and he has my contact info,” he added.

Jenelle mentioned in her court filing from February 23 that David had not called to check in on Ensley since Jenelle filed for legal separation.

In her filing for a protective order from March 13, though, Jenelle confirmed that David did, indeed, try to contact Ensley on the night of March 9. Jenelle also confirmed that she shut that attempt down.

“March 9, 7 p.m. David asked Jenelle to speak with his daughter [Ensley],” Jenelle wrote in her timeline of events submitted to the court. “When Jenelle said she was busy using her phone for work, [David] started harassing her with degrading texts, telling her ‘she only cares about penis.’ David then proceeded to call Jenelle twice, trying to prevent her from working.

“Jenelle texted David to ‘leave her alone, stop texting me’ and David responded, ‘F**k you.'”

This week, David confirmed that he has not spoken to Ensley, stating that Jenelle is to blame for that.

“Yes, I can see [Ensley]. I’ve tried to call, I’ve tried to text, no response, no answer. I tried to see the kids, she didn’t allow it,” David said on TikTok Live on Tuesday.

“Legally, yes, I can see Ensley, I can talk to her. But the thing is, I tried, and tried, to call and text for the first couple of weeks I was here and [Jenelle] wouldn’t text me back, wouldn’t answer the phone,” David said on Live on April 2.

“Ever since I talked to this police [officer] a couple of weeks ago, he told me to just act like the restraining order’s in effect, even though it isn’t because then [Jenelle] wouldn’t have anything else to add to [the restraining order request],’ David said during the April 2 Live session. “It’s a sad situation. Do a lot of men go through the same situation I’m going through right now? Absolutely.”

“Most men are probably not as level-headed as me and can’t deal with it as well as I do,” David added.

(No…seriously. David “Yosemite Sam” Eason actually said that.)

As The Ashley previously reported, Jenelle and David will meet up in court soon, where each side will be able to present their evidence to a judge, who will then decide if Jenelle’s request for a restraining order will be granted against David for herself, Ensley and Jenelle’s son Kaiser. (There is already a no-contact/protective order against David for Jenelle’s oldest son Jace, due to the fact that David currently has pending child abuse and “assault by strangulation” charges against him for his alleged physical attack on Jace in September.)

In his new interview with The Sun, Jenelle’s lawyer Brandon declined to discuss David’s child abuse/assault charges.

“At this time I’m not going to be able to comment because there is a pending criminal complaint, but I’ll be able to comment at some point,” he said

[blonde-n-dirty]

In what ways are you a slut with your husband versus a slut back then

Well the obvious, I’m still a fucking whore for my husband. I still go full Adriana Chechik when need be😉

But also with the incredible relationship I have, I have freedom to still be me, in whatever way that may mean. We are 2 whole people separate, from day 1 I told him my independence will always be a priority for me, so he- I hate this word but Imma use it- “allows” me to be who I am, do what makes me happy, & talk to whoever I want because we’ve spoken long & hard about my feelings about sex & he agreed. I don’t believe sex is needed for love, or love needed for sex, & I believe sex is just a part of nature & us as humans aren’t made to be with 1 person our whole lives, so it is possible one day 1 of us may want more, I prepared us both for that immediately. Sex/sluttiness will always be a part of who I am, I just have personal convictions and boundaries I won’t cross now. I will sext on occasion, send pics/vids, chat, do cum ratings, etc- but all of those things were discussed at the beginning of our relationship, its a side job of mine, so that’s all fine & it doesn’t make him feel less than. I will not meet up with another man or fuck another man w/o talking to him in depth about our feelings, I will not put myself in a situation that could make me “accidentally” hurt him like I’ve done to others, & I won’t have anything even remotely compared to an emotional affair.

I am still a slutty ass whore, until the point I personally would be heartbroken if he did the same to me. When you have such a strong relationship & secure man, you’re allowed to do everything you always did, he just makes me think twice because I’d never ever want to hurt a man who’s the gentlest soul in the world, we’ve never even fought & I’ve never seen him yell lol

I’ll always be a slut, just w/ permission😉🤤

[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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As a writing request, it would be cool to see a Bernard and Carol interaction! Comfort or bonding over being Boss bitches. I just think they should talk more. Hope thats enough of an idea lol

First Christmas

Thanks for this request, even though it's short (I'm struggling a bit with writing right now so I'm using these as a sort of practice!). Your request actually sparked this idea from me that Carol and Bernard spend every Christmas Eve together waiting for Scott to come back, so here's their first one right after the events of The Santa Clause 2. Hope you enjoy!

Things were finally settling down around the North Pole, a huge relief for Bernard.

Even with all the stress and problems caused by Curtis’ ridiculous invention, not to mention the Mrs. Clause, Santa had managed once again to pull himself together and deliver toys to the children of the world. That left the elves with nothing to do but wait for their leader’s safe return to start planning for next year.

Well, most of the elves. Bernard himself was busy preparing everything for Santa’s return. As soon as he landed they’d only have 365 days to get themselves ready for next year.

“Do you never take a break?”

The question startled him, he was usually left to his prepping in peace. After seeing who it was though, it made sense.

Carol Newman-Claus had only been at the Pole for less than a few hours. He’d spoken to her briefly during their fight with the toy soldiers, and again in preparation for their makeshift wedding, but he hadn’t actually had the chance to meet her yet. Not that that mattered, he knew her from her childhood. She, however, knew nothing about him and his work ethic.

“Me? No. The others do though!” He smiled as he walked through the empty workshop. Everything lay where they had left it before rushing Santa to his sleigh. He bent down to pick some of the mess off the floor and was surprised when Mrs. Claus bent over to join him.

She placed the mess she’d picked up onto a nearby workshop table. “You look like you could really use a break though.”

It was true. He did work twice as hard as anyone else in the North Pole, but he’d just gotten off of forced house arrest for a day and a half. That was plenty of rest for him and he told her that as he continued his clean up.

“A day and a half?” She scoffed, unbelieving. “Alright, now you’re starting to sound like me!”

She stopped her tidying up, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him from the workshop. He tried to protest that work needed to be done but she wasn’t having it.

“It’s Christmas, my husband is out delivering toys, I could use the company. We can all clean the workshop when Scott gets back.”

So, that was how Bernard spent his first Christmas with their new Mrs. Claus, cozied up by a fire, cocoa in hand and listening to the very amusing story of how Santa had wooed his new wife. He was never going to hear the end of this one that’s for sure.

The sound of the sleigh returning shocked them both out of their cozy reminiscing mood.

“You know, I can see why you’re Head Elf. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, and you keep my husband out of trouble so that’s a bonus,” Carol hummed. “It’s nice to know I’ve got a friend up here besides him I know I can count on.”

And in all the thousands of years of working, Bernard had never received a higher compliment from any Santa or Mrs Claus. His ears tinted slightly red as they made their way to greet the man who had brought them together.

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I made a post about my anniversary on Facebook.

It was really nothing special or particularly detailed. Literally just a picture from our wedding and a 2-sentence caption saying how great my husband is in very general and pretty cliche terms (great husband, father, and human being, I’m so lucky).

A woman I never knew very well, who I have not seen in 5.5 years or spoken to in as long, and who has literally never reached out to me just to talk or anything, took the time to send me a MULTI-PARAGRAPH MESSAGE about how I should be more thoughtful towards other people and only tell my husband how great he is privately to his face. Why? Because she has had ups and downs in her own 5-year 4-child marriage, and this morning she had a fight with her husband, so when she saw my status it was extremely hurtful and she can’t stop sobbing and can’t focus or go about her day. She suggested I should only use Facebook for “kiruv and Torah” from now on.

Woman that is. That is so clearly a YOU problem I can’t even. If you can’t comprehend that a cheery post on one’s anniversary does not mean the person has never had a disagreement with their spouse, if you think no one is ever allowed to mark a special occasion where other people can see it because maybe you and your spouse argued today, that is a YOU problem and you should probably get off social media for your own health. It’s not like I’m constantly posting every single time my husband does something nice for me about the specific thing he did and reminding the Internet every other day about how awesome he is. I literally post about him like ONCE A YEAR. This year I’m gonna get really wild and make it twice to congratulate him on his white coat ceremony. If “I’ve been married X years and I like my husband” in public once a year is enough to send you into a day-long spiral, you should absolutely address that, but from YOUR side, not the person who you can just unfollow or even block on social media if their infrequent content is that triggering for you (especially considering you’ve never bothered to keep in touch otherwise, it’s not like you’d be missing anything!). Don’t blame me for your inability to understand that social media is just part of the picture of someone’s life or for your shalom bayis problems.

Why the f am I dealing with this at 4am (cuz I’m up nursing and when this girl messaged me for the first time in 5.5 years I was expecting something actually nice and not an essay on how I ruined her day by making a generic happy post, so I opened it)

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Causing A Fuss-Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

(GIF credit to @hvitserkk​)

Masterlist

Requested by @elennox03 : Can you write an imagine where Anthony’s wife is pregnant and she’s at the very end of her pregnancy and he is trying to make her stay in bed and rest but she refuses and she’s somewhere in the house and she goes into labor and Anthony freaks out and then after the baby is born a little cute dad Anthony fluff?

Characters: Anthony Bridgerton x Reader, Hyacinth Bridgerton x Reader (sister-in-law), Violet Bridgerton x Reader (mother-in-law)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Pregnancy side effects, labour, mention of blood, fluff fluff fluff

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Anthony's strides were quick as he explored the house, desperately seeking his wife. Members of staff were ambushed with questions, startled by his tone. When he didn't get the answer he wanted, he would huff and storm off again. Where was his beloved? She wasn't where she was supposed to be.

(Y/N) laid back on the sofa as Hyacinth fanned her, the pregnant woman also fanning herself. She was just too hot, she was tired and her feet felt like they had been hit with a hammer. Her shoes were on the floor, it was far too painful to be wearing them.

"Thank you so much darling." (Y/N) said to her sister-in-law.

"Is it really that bad?" Hyacinth asked.

(Y/N) wanted to say yes. Despite pregnancy being an extraordinary feeling, the emotions and connections you made with your unborn child were confusing, there were quite a few downsides; the sickness, the tiredness, not being able to fit into your dresses or shoes, as well as feeling every single type of emotion everyday. But after seeing the young girls scared face, she knew she couldn't be entirely truthful.

"No, of course not." (Y/N) smiled, sitting up slightly."It can just get a little tiring sometimes. Have you ever held a baby?"

She nodded.

"It was heavier than you imagined, hm? Well, my baby is a little heavy right now. But they will be here soon."

"I'm very excited to meet them. I can't wait to be an auntie!"

(Y/N) melted at that."You'll be an amazing auntie."

"Here you are." Anthony entered the room, relieved to see (Y/N), until he saw what state she was in."What is wrong? Hyacinth, why didn't you fetch for me sooner?"

Anthony rushed to his wife's side, snatching the fan from his sister and fanning his wife. (Y/N) was irritated whenever Anthony was like this, it was sweet that he cared, but her fuse was short. She was resting, not bed ridden.

"I am not returning to bed Anthony. I do not wish to bicker with you." (Y/N) made it clear."I am just hot, that is all."

"The doctor advised that you stay in bed for most of the day-"

"Anthony, I cannot stay cooped up all day, laying down and doing nothing. I would go simply mad. And I have spoken to friends who are or have been pregnant, none of them did that."

"They are not professionally trained."

"That doctor has never carried a baby."

"(Y/N) said it isn't that heavy." Hyacinth spoke up.

Anthony slowly turned his head to his sister. "This is a matter for the grown ups. Go and...play somewhere."

Hyacinth knew better than to argue with Anthony, rolling her eyes before leaving. (Y/N) pursed her lips at her husband's behaviour.

"Did I ever mention how amazing you are with children?"

Anthony smirked."Well, it's a bit late to be getting lessons on childcare, isn't it?"

(Y/N) giggled, taking Anthony's hand and placing it on her bump. Anthony loved touching her growing bump. It had been strange to see his wife changing shape before his eyes. He was so used to her body having run his hands over every angle, seeing it every day from the time they were married. But it made him fall even more in love with her, if that was even possible. Anthony could write a hundred pages expressing his love for his wife, and it would still never be enough.

"I still can't believe we're having a baby." he breathed out.

(Y/N) scoffed."Are you saying I've always looked like this?"

Anthony laughed."Of course not. But no matter how much you talk about such a thing, no matter how much preparation you do, it just seems surreal."

(Y/N) hummed in response, putting her hand on top of his."I've loved carrying them, but it is time for them to come out into the world."

"Still not saying whether it's a boy or girl?"

(Y/N) shook her head."I just don't feel one way about it. Not that I care about that, as long as they're healthy."

"I still say boy."

"You would."

"You just said you didn't care."

"I don't."

"(Y/N), please can you just promise me one thing?"

"Anthony, I am not staying in bed-"

"Stay by my side as much as possible. The baby is due soon and I want to ensure you are safe when the time comes."

"Oh, Anthony, I'm with you for a majority of the day anyway."

"I know but, if there are moments where I am not present, I want to have a sound mind that you are in safe hands, such as family or a member of staff."

"Well, you know I'm not going to be leaving the house, much to my annoyance. So I will be guarded all day and night."

"You're making it sound like you're a prisoner."

"I'm just being dramatic. I just want to meet our child now."

"Well, I can't deny either of those statements."

Anthony wasn't exaggerating when he said he wanted (Y/N) beside him at all times. From then on, they were seen with each other anywhere they went in the house. Anthony didn't go out as much as he did, and he instructed there always be staff in every room and corridor. She didn't mind it, however, as her due date grew closer, the more nervous she became. Unfortunately, that meant her temper was shorter, she became more snappy and tired, and she didn't want everyone constantly reminding her that she was about to give birth. (Y/N) tried so hard to not take it out on her husband, but because he was the one always beside her, he was the only person she could lash out at.

"Anthony, I'm sorry but I just need a few moments alone. I'll return soon, just...let me calm down. I'm sorry." she apologised as she walked away from him, having screamed about how frustrated she was.

She didn't hide her deep breathing as she waddled down the corridors, passing by staff that worryingly watched her. (Y/N) wanted to calm her heart rate, try and clear her mind. Feeling too many eyes on her, (Y/N) escaped into the nearest room, slamming the door shut behind her.

"(Y/N)?" Hyacinth said behind her.

(Y/N) sighed. Would she ever be alone again?

"What are you doing in my playroom? I thought you would be with Anthony."

She was playing with her dolls, three propped up in mini chairs, as was she, as they indulged in an imaginary afternoon tea. (Y/N) couldn't help but smile at that, envisioning her child playing in this room.

"Sorry darling, I just...I needed some time away from the grown ups."

"Oh, alright. Would you like to join us for tea?" she gestured to the chair beside her, causing (Y/N) to laugh.

"I don't think I would fit in that chair, even if I wasn't with child. I'll take the rocking chair. You carry on darling, I'm sorry for the interruption."

Her aching feet carried her to the chair, cautiously lowering down onto it. She rocked her heels back and forth, though did so slowly in case it caused any nausea. Hyacinth continued her game as if (Y/N) wasn't there, but kept her voice quiet to be respectful. (Y/N) closed her eyes, finally feeling the stress lift for just a moment when a jolt of pain in her stomach startled her. It made her let out a cry, clutching onto her bump as she leaned forward. Hyacinth jumped at the sudden noise, suddenly frightened at the way (Y/N) sounded and looked.

(Y/N)'s breathing got faster and deeper, yelling out as an unbearable feeling coursed through her. Her hands wrapped around her torso, willing the feeling to stop. A shocked noise escaped her when she felt herself go wet in the chair, liquid dripping down her legs.

"Hyacinth, get Anthony!" (Y/N) groaned, thankful a staff member rushed in. Hyacinth didn't have to be told twice, running as quickly as she could to fetch her brother. She had never seen anyone in such a state, no one had ever mentioned this pain when having a baby. Tears were in her eyes as she finally found Anthony, who was standing with her two other brothers at the staircase.

"Hyacinth, what's wrong?" Benedict was the first to notice the little girl running towards him.

She immediately grabbed Anthony's hand, gripping tightly onto it."Quickly!"

"What's happened?" Anthony asked her her fretting.

"(Y/N)'s having the baby!"

A second of silence passed before Anthony sprinted in the direction his sister came from. He only had to follow the sound of screaming to find his wife. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen, she was meant to be upstairs in a comfortable position, surrounded by women staff that were prepared. He halted in the doorway when he saw her clutching onto the servant's arm as she struggled to stand from the chair. He snapped an order at another servant who followed him. The doctor had to get here as soon as possible, and the other students needed to prepare immediately.

"It's alright my love, I'm here. The doctor is on his way." Anthony reassured her as he took her other arm.

"I'm in so much pain Anthony." she wept."I can't do it, I can't do it, I don't have control over my own body. I'm frightened!"

Anthony's heart was shattering into a million pieces seeing his wife like this. He couldn't do anything to help. He couldn't ease the pain. If he could, he would take all of the pain she had and endure it himself. Anthony was a mix of emotions; fear for his wife, excitement to meet his child, terrified at (Y/N)'a reactions and noises. It was all too much, nothing would have prepared him for this.

"Anthony, you must leave!" Violet suddenly appeared.

"Mama, I can't leave her-"

"You wouldn’t want to see this Anthony. Go wait for the doctor, we all know what we’re doing here.”

Anthony knew of the steps to take in this event, it was not proper for a man to be present during the ordeal of birthing. But the love for (Y/N) was urging him to stay and protect her, that was what he was supposed to do as a husband, not abandon her. They went through everything together. Now he was being told to leave because of societies rules.

Benedict and Colin were able to pull away Anthony easier than they thought, due to him being frozen and confused about what he should do. He only registered that (Y/N) was calling for him after they left the room. Fighting against his brothers hold, he ignored their please for him to stop. They didn’t understand. They weren’t married, they had no idea what it was like to be bonded with someone in this way. However, he knew they were right, he had to stay away. All he could do now was help her from outside of the room.

“Where is the doctor?!” he demanded to know from the nearest servant.

“H-he has b-been called upon, Lord Bridgerton.” they stuttered.

“As soon as he arrives, he is to be brought here, quickly! Gather pillows, as many as you can, and blankets, we must ensure my wife is as comfortable as she can be. She should have been giving birth in a bed!”

Benedict and Colin stood back in silence, shocked by the quick turn around in their brother’s behaviour. They didn’t dare say anything in case they were snapped at. 

(Y/N) was clinging onto Violet’s hand as she screamed, hating the way her body had taken over and she couldn’t take back control. Violet remained calm, knowing that (Y/N) could do this. She had birthed all of her children with no complications, she knew how much women had to endure, so Violet was equipped with the necessary grit and vigour to help her daughter-in-law. (Y/N) was grateful to have Violet there.

A gruelling eight hours passed, filled with (Y/N) screaming, crying, cursing, pleading and begging for Anthony. It took every ounce of his willpower to not dash back to her, he would never forgive himself for this. He wished he could change the rules so he could be beside her. He paced with a strong drink in his hand for those eight hours, his brothers sitting down, trying to support him. However, it was getting late, and they found themselves struggling to keep their eyes open. Anthony had got rid of his jacket, sleeves rolled up and shirt buttons undone as he got warm, fretting over what was happening to (Y/N). 

“Lord Bridgerton!” a servant exclaimed as they entered the room, trying to stay composed. 

The men perked up, suddenly awake. Anthony noticed the servant was smiling, which made him relieved.“What is it?”

“Lady Bridgerton has given birth.”

Anthony didn’t need to hear anything else. He instantly ran to where his poor wife had been in labour. Hyacinth would never step foot in that room again. He pushed past anyone that got in his way, halting at the open doors to the playroom. The first thing he saw was blood, a lot of it, alarmed at the sight. But as he entered the room, it was forgotten about when he saw (Y/N)’s grin aimed at the baby wriggling around in her arms. His steps were slow as he approached, scared that he would disturb the peace that had finally fallen in this room. 

“Anthony.” (Y/N) breathed out, clearly exhausted. 

“I’m sorry.” was all Anthony could manage, eyes still fixed on his child. 

“For what?”

“For not being here.”

“You’re here now, and I understand darling. Now come meet your son.”

Anthony’s eyes widened.“I-I have a son? We have a baby boy?”

The doctor who had been crouched beside (Y/N) smiled at the Lord, standing to give the couple their space.“Yes, Lord Bridgerton, you’re now a father and have a son, who is very healthy, just like his mother.”

Violet also backed away, beaming down at her eldest son. She had never imagined him married and settled down so quickly, she expected to have many more years of her son fooling around with women not of a certain standard. Once (Y/N) waltzed in, Violet had seen a change in Anthony, and hope was restored in the Viscount.

“He’s finally here.” (Y/N) smiled as Anthony sat beside her.

“He really is.” one of his arms wrapped around her shoulders, whilst the other supported her arms holding the baby.“You’re amazing. You did this (Y/N).”

“We did it.”

“No, no, you did this all by yourself. I’ll be with you every time form now on.”

“Every time? How many are you planning to have?”

He chuckled.“We’ll discuss that later.”

(Y/N) giggled, gently kissing the top of their baby’s forehead. Anthony couldn’t stop smiling, repeating (Y/N)’s actions to her. He had never envisioned this, he didn’t want to be trapped in this life at first. He had so many responsibilities dumped on him after his father died, he wanted to make sure his family was secure and have the freedom for himself; until he met (Y/N), and suddenly, he could see his entire future planned in front of him with this woman. He never fathomed that his heart could give anymore love for anyone else in this world, and he had been proven wrong. (Y/N) was the love of his life, as was his son, and he would protect and cherish them for the rest of his life. 

[thefanficmonster]

Interesting Encounters

Corpse Husband *& Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Paranoia and Fear of Invasion of Privacy

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Corpse has an interesting run-in with his regular delivery girl, having the chance to talk to her for the first time despite her having been delivering to his door for months. It’s a big step in overcoming his anxiety and paranoia when talking to strangers.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your wonderful request! Hope you come across the final product of your request and give it a read and if so I hope you like it! Sorry for the wait, I hope it was worth it though! Love, Vy ❤

It’s a regular Monday morning, close to 10AM and Corpse’s face is practically glued to the sound editing app he’s downloaded, playing around with some cool effects to add to his voice in the background of the new song he’s been working on. He hasn’t been able to sleep a wink thanks to the immense excitement, not that he would’ve been able to regardless, but the tune and the lines have been stuck in his head all throughout the weekend and he knows they’ll be bothering him until he turns them into something other people will be able to listen and give an opinion on as well. So far he’s done plenty of work but there’s plenty more to go until it’s done. He’s at that point he usually needs feedback and wants to ask for it but would rather not to avoid either too harsh judgement or fake praise.

He slides the headset off, deciding to take a break for the sake of his sanity before he drives himself to insanity with the intensity of his focus on this new piece. His brain just so conveniently sends him a reminder that his groceries are probably waiting for him outside the door. He has, as of the last half a year or so, had someone deliver his groceries to him to avoid trips to the grocery store with both the whole pandemic situation and the growth of following which translates to growth of the risk of him getting recognized. That’s the main reason - and maybe the only one - as to why he doesn’t interact with the people who deliver to him either. He always gives his delivery person the instruction to leave whatever he’s ordered at the doorstep and if it’s not takeout to not even ring the doorbell. 

That being said, the deliverer of his groceries doesn’t ring the doorbell to give him the kind reminder to be responsible, but luckily he hasn’t forgotten to collect them yet in the six months he’s been practicing this delivery technique.

Going to the front door and looking out of the peephole, he confirms there are several full plastic bags waiting to be picked up on the mat. With the person who brought them not in sight, Corpse unlocks the door and steps out to bring in the groceries for the week. Taking them to the kitchen, he unpacks the goods in the three bags. At first glance he would’ve been fooled, seeing as how it seems that all he has ordered is there. But, each Monday, he receives exactly four bags of groceries. One is missing. He rolls his eyes thinking he didn’t see it outside and left it there while he was hurriedly collecting the rest so he gets up to go grab it real quick.

While in the meantime...

Y/N looks through the remainder of bags in her minivan, making a route in her head for what roads and shortcuts she can take to deliver the last of the groceries to the respective homes they need to be taken to. Upon looking through them, however, she sees a bag labeled ‘MM’ that she uses short for ‘Mystery Man’, aka the guy who never opens the door to greet her whenever she delivers him anything. She works for several delivery services such as takeout, groceries, clothes even and has delivered to that apartment hundreds of times but has never met the resident, giving her the right to call him Mystery Man, aka ‘MM’.

“Ah, shit.“ She mumbles under her breath, realizing she failed to grab the fourth bag when on her way up to MM’s apartment.

Coming to terms with the fact that she’ll have to lose another five minutes going back up to his floor, she grabs the bag and takes off running back inside the building and up the stairs, deciding it would be quicker than taking the elevator.

Just as she arrives to the floor, heading straight for the door, it opens, freezing her in her tracks as her eyebrows shoot up.  At the doorstep stands a guy with an eye patch who looks more surprised and maybe even a little terrified than her. Taking in that Mystery Man is not such a mystery anymore, she returns to her professionalism, remaining at a distance and outstretching the hand holding the bag towards him.

“Sorry, forgot to drop this one off as well, I’m a bit all over the place today.“ She says in her most professional voice.

Corpse too regains his composure and takes the handed bag from Y/N gloved hand. Before he can think twice about it he says, “Thanks, uh...”

“Y/N.“ She says, “I’ve delivered to you countless times, it’s funny you don’t know my name but it’s to be expected since I’ve never seen you. This would be a good time to tell me your name so I don’t have to call you Mystery Man anymore.“ She laughs, cutting her own laughter off barely a second later when she realizes what she’s said, “Oh, fucking shit...”

Corpse chuckles, clear amusement in the sound, “Mystery Man? Interesting, interesting. If I ever become a superhero I’ll make sure to pick that name.” He fails to even pay mind to the fact that he’s spoken a lot more than he’d usually feel comfortable with.

Y/N laughs a little awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck, “Yeah, sorry about that. I promise to come up with a better one if you’re not willing to tell me your real one. Like....Pirate, for example?” she suggests, raising her shoulders.

He can’t help but let out a laugh, “You’d be surprised, but my name is not so far from your mark. It’s, um....” He’s not looking forward to the judgmental look or the questions he might receive in response to his statement but he succumbs to the expected disappointment, “My name’s Corpse.”

Surprisingly, she just smiles - a smile he cannot see due to the surgical mask she’s wearing but the crinkle at the corners of her eyes gives it away. “Cool! Well, I better get going then.”

Just as she turns to head for the elevator this time, seeing as she’s still out of breath from the run up the stairs, Corpse gets an idea he’d probably not be too fond of if he gave himself time to think it over. Which is exactly why he didn’t.

“Hey!“ He calls after her, gaining her attention immediately, causing her to turn around, “You got a minute? I need a little help with something...“

Y/N’s eyebrows raise a little, a moment before she shrugs her shoulders, “Meh, I’m already behind schedule, what’s an extra minute gonna do?” And just like that, they strut their way back towards his apartment.

He can’t help but chuckle, taking the opportunity to crack a joke, “This is how people often get killed. You don’t just walk into a stranger’s apartment like that.”

She scoffs as she passes the threshold, “Believe it or not, you can learn a lot about a person based on the groceries they buy. And trust me buddy, you’re not a murderer.” Earning herself a laugh and a nod with that remark, she continues, “You do appear to be an artist with all the cheap food you’re buying though.”

Corpse laughs yet again, a hint of nervousness is sensed in his laugh this time around though, “Yeah, well, I don’t know if you’re still gonna call me an artist when you hear this song I’ve been working on. Not even out of the box yet.”

Y/N stops in her tracks, “Well, well, well, aren’t I honored to be one of the lucky people hearing this before its release.”

“The first hearing it before its release.“ He corrects her with a pointed look, not missing the excitement that arose in her eyes.

“Let’s hear it then!“

Of all the friendship stories that exist, no one can say this ain’t a unique one.

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[thebadgerclan]

Twice the Fun

Pairing: Severus Snape x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: Severus’ new potion gives twice the fun...

Smut!

A/N: It was kinda hard to get the cloning potion aspect right, so I hope it’s not too confusing

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” you asked, warily eyeing the vial in your husband’s hand.  “I am,” he replied, stepping closer to you.  “I’ve tested it extensively, and it’s completely safe.  And if you decide you don’t want to continue, I have the antidote right here.”  Severus had perfected a cloning potion that would make an exact duplicate of the drinker.  He claimed that the clone would have complete sentience, looking and acting like a mirror image.

After a moment, you nodded, and Severus smiled.  “I’ll make you feel so good, darling.  Or should I say, we will?”  You scoffed at the bad joke, but sighed when Severus pressed his lips to yours.  You melted in his arms, arousal building steadily in your belly.  The prospect of having two of your husband fucking you was insanely arousing, and already, your pussy was dripping.  Severus broke the kiss, and an instant later, there were two sets of lips on you.

It was the oddest thing Severus had ever experienced.  He was still himself; he still felt his body, still felt you in his arms, still saw you with his own eyes, but at the same time, he was standing behind you.  He saw himself kissing you, he felt himself standing behind you, and he felt his cock throbbing, both on his own body and on the clone’s.  In a word: it felt indescribable.  It was as if his mind was split in two: one half in his true body, the other in the clone’s.

The desire for the clone to move forward hadn’t even formed when he did, pressing his lips to your neck.  You gasped, turning in Severus’s, the real Severus, arms to look behind you.  “Merlin, this is weird,” you whispered, but you couldn’t deny the need you felt.  “Is this alright?” Severus asked, and you nodded.  “More than alright,” you replied, and experimentally, you turned and pressed a kiss to clone-Severus’ lips.  It felt like a phantom sensation, like you were breathing over Severus’ lips.  Clone-Severus put his hands on your hips, and Severus felt the ghost of the warmth of your skin on his palms.

“Shall we move to the bed?” Severus asked, and you nodded.  “Yes, please.”  Severus hummed, taking your hand and leading you to the bed, sitting against the headboard, opening his arms to you.  Clone-Severus followed suit, sitting at your side when you sat in Severus’ lap.  His will influenced the clone’s actions, hardly requiring a thought on Severus’ part.  “What do you want, my love?” Severus asked, kissing you again.  Clone-Severus came to sit directly behind you, trailing his hands over your bare skin.  The two of you had stripped bare before Severus had taken the potion, which left the clone naked as well.

“I want both of you,” you said, already breathless.  “I want both cocks inside of me.”  Both Severus and Clone-Severus moaned, which made you moan.  “Alright, sweetheart.  But which of us do you want in your tight little cunt?”  “You, Sev,” you replied, but realized that might be a bit vague.  “The real you”  “Of course, darling.”  Severus maneuvered you so you were lying in his lap sideways, head near his left shoulder.  Clone-Severus moved from the bed, digging through the bedside table and pulling out the lubricant.  “Tell me stop and I will,” Severus said, and you nodded.  “I will, I promise.”

Then Severus’ lips were on yours, and oh Merlin, Clone-Severus’ lips were on your cunt, licking and sucking, tongue flicking your clit.  A slicked finger prodded at your ass, and you tensed a bit before relaxing, letting the digit in.  Clone-Severus’ ministrations not only served to relax you and allow him to prep you, but combined with Severus’ lips on yours, it also was drawing you closer and closer to the edge.  “Sev,” you moaned, Severus’ hands on your face, your neck, your breasts, everywhere.

“Yes, sweetheart?”  “I can do another.”  Clone-Severus reacted at once pushing a second finger into you alongside the first.  You arched you back, moaning against Severus’ lips.  “Merlin, you’re beautiful,” Severus said.  “Letting me fuck both your pretty holes.”  A third finger entered you, and you cried out.  Clone-Severus sucked hard on your clit, and that pushed you over the edge, rolling your hips as you came, moaning against Severus’ lips.

“Are you ready, darling?” your husband asked, stroking your side.  “Yes, Sev, please!”  Clone-Severus slowly retracted his fingers, casting a cleaning charm on them.  Both Severus and Clone-Severus positioned you how they wanted you; facing Severus, straddling his hips, with Clone-Severus sitting behind you, his legs framing yours.  “Alright,” Severus said, holding your hips, while Clone-Severus did the same.  “We’ll take your ass first.”

Clone-Severus took his cock in hand, hissing at the contact, and lined himself up at your rear entrance.  “Easy now, love,” he said, the first words he’d spoken, and you nodded, slowly and gently lowering yourself down.  Your body resisted, but after a moment, he entered you, making your eyes go wide and a moan leave your mouth.  “Alright?” Severus asked, and you nodded.  “Y-yeah,” you said, tentatively bouncing your hips, letting yourself adjust to the feeling of being filled in such a way.

Severus felt just a fraction of Clone-Severus’ pleasure, nowhere near enough to truly stimulate him, but enough to tease.  A few minutes later, you grabbed at Severus’ shoulder, slowing your hips.  “I need you, please Sev!”  Severus cooed, pressing a deep kiss to your lips.  “And you have me,” he said, lining himself up with your soaked pussy.  He thrust up into you, making you scream with pleasure.  Severus could feel his clone’s cock inside you, and he moaned, as did the clone.

The room was filled with the sound of three moans, the slight creaking of the bed.  You’d never felt so full, so completely and utterly full.  The pleasure was otherworldly, Severus’ cock was ramming your g-spot with every thrust, Clone-Severus’ cock providing a delicious stretch that you knew would be the stuff of fantasy for the rest of your life.  Clone-Severus attached his lips to your neck, sucking a mark onto the left side of your throat, while Severus sucked a mark onto the right.

Your head was fogged with lust and want, head lolling back onto Clone-Severus’ shoulder.  Your legs were trembling from the strain of riding two cocks, and Severus gripped them and bounced your hips for you.  After a moment, Clone-Severus did the same, bearing the entirety of your weight, doing all the work for you.  Clone-Severus brought a hand around to rub your clit, and you moaned loudly, stars popping before your eyes.

You were moments away from coming, and you could only hope Severus was too.  And as he always did, Severus sensed that you were close, and he bounced your hips faster.  “I want you to come,” he rasped, close himself by the sound of it.  “Come on my cock, come for me.”  Clone-Severus moaned his assent, and you felt both cocks twitch within you.  Only four bounces of your hips later, you were coming, twitching in their hold, moaning Severus’ name, his lips on yours.  A moment later, he and Clone-Severus came in sync, both moaning guttaraly.  

You felt their come inside you, and you sighed, leaning forward into Severus’ chest.  Slowly, Clone-Severus pulled out of you, and you whined at the loss.  Severus pulled out of you as well, settling you comfortably in his lap, kissing your forehead.  He took the antidote from the nightstand, downing the vial.  Clone-Severus winked out of existence like he never existed, and Severus turned his attention to you.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, flicking his wand and casting the cleaning and contraceptives.  “Merlin’s fucking tits, that was fucking amazing.”  Severus smiled, kissing you deeply.  “Was it?”  “Yeah.  I never thought… just wow.  Wow, Sev.”  “I know, I feel the same.  That was insanely sexy.  Watching you bounce on my cock, shit.”  You nodded, snuggling deeper into his embrace.  “But I think I prefer having sex with just one of you.”  Severus nodded, feeling the same deep down.  “We’ll save it for special occasions, then.  Twice the fun?”  You laughed, nodding.  “Twice the fun,” you agreed.

[simshousewindsor]

WHAT MY FATHER WOULD WANT / “GOODBYE”

[Parish Church, Brindleton Bay]

Lady Danberry: Your Royal Highness.

Prince Rainier: Hi, Aunt Agatha. It’s good to see so many of Sofie’s sorority sisters in attendance.

Lady Danberry: Yes, it is. How are you holding up, my dear nephew?

Prince Rainier: Today is a good day. Thank you for everything!

Lady Danberry: Your cousin, Chase, is so happy to be included in the program. He looks up to you, Rainier.

Prince Rainier: I know everyone here wants me to speak, and I will, but I'll let Chase do the heavy lifting. He was moms only nephew and I think Dad would approve of him taking lead on things today.

Lady Danberry: Your father was so proud of you. Hugo followed you and Kate’s every stop during the Commonwealth Tour! Your mother did too! He’d call me every day and say “Sissy, guess where Rainier is today! Guess who Rainier met today!” I know you’re in pain, dear, but don't let it overtake you. Know how much you were loved.

Prince Rainier: Thank you. Kate and the kids have been such a bright light the last few days.

Lady Danberry: As they should!

Lady Danberry: Your father... my brother, he was my everything. Since losing my husband, Clifton ten years ago, it's been Hugo to bring me joy. That joy is gone. Your mother was warmth in a bottle. Sofie was too! She’d have tea with me twice a week...

Prince Rainier: ...Sofie. I was looking forward to spending time with her the most. We had so much to catch up on.

Lady Danberry: Now may not be the best time to have this discussion, Rainier, but it's the first time I’ve had you alone. You will now inherit your parents entire estate, which includes Atlantica Park. Although it was your mothers property and not your fathers, it’s closer to you and is vacant. With your mother, father and sister gone, I have no-one left in Brindleton Bay.

Prince Rainier: You want to move to Windenburg?

Lady Danberry: I do, nephew. I’m getting old. It’s also time I right a wrong with an old friend.

Prince Rainier: The Queen Mother? You two haven't spoken in 24 years.

Lady Danberry: Walk me to my seat, dear. I think the service is about to begin.

Prince Rainier: My answer is Yes, Aunt Agatha. Mom and Dad would want no-one else but you to live in Atlantica Park.

Chase: “One thing my aunt loved almost as much as her family was the beach. Before my own mother died 9 years ago, the two of them would spend hours on the water. Aunt Ariel had just spent 7 days on the beach in Sulani with her family. I know her final days were happy!”

Chase: “Uncle Lugo, on the other hand, wasn't as much of a beach lover but he’d do anything to make his wife and daughter happy! He’d always say he had three women to please; his wife, his daughter, and his sister Agatha but little Grace was his first granddaughter and she stole the show! His greatest love was probably his only son, Rainier. Watching you grow up to now having a son of your own, surely gave him great joy. My aunt, uncle and cousin believed in family and although they died tragically, they were together as a family. This isn’t Goodbye but a See you on the other side.”

- - - - -

Princess Katherine: It’s not a surprise Lady Danberry would want to move back to Windenburg. You’re all she has left. I never knew she was a member of court when granny first arrived, though.

Prince Rainier: Her and the Queen Mother knew each other a long time ago. When the 20-year-old, Princess, Zarah, was schlepped over from Sulani to marry your grandfather, she didn’t know a soul. Aunt Agatha was at court and became the person who shepherded the Queen Mother, subtly, discreetly around the court when she was a new girl.

Princess Katherine: Granny has never talked of her first years at court, as Duchess of York, or of Lady Danberry. What caused their rift?

Prince Rainier: Aunt Agatha never said.

Princess Katherine: If Lady Danberry is indeed returning to Windenburg, there’s no telling how granny would receive her after all these years and clearly something bad happened...

Prince Rainier: I agree.

Princess Katherine: ...but that’s not our problem. For your benefit, and the kids’, I’m happy Lady Danberry is moving back to Windenburg. I can tell you are happy also. Knowing the two of you will be closer gives your parents even more peace.

Prince Rainier: It’s what my father would want!

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[struggling-with-time]

How the lack of a nickname can become something more [Corpse x reader]

Paring: Corpse husband x Gender Neutral!reader

Summary: “Hi! Sorry if this is weird, it’s my first time making a request but could you maybe write something for Corpse Husband where the reader is a streamer that’s very friendly and always calls her friends/people she’s playing with these cute nicknames (like babe, sweetie, hun...). But she has a crush on Corpse, so she never uses any of the nicknames on him and everyone thinks it’s because she doesn’t like him, so she has to explain to her stream?” requested by @voidcaine

Warnings: fluff, sorta angst

Words: 1.9k words

A/N: I had a good idea where this was supposed to go, then it went the complete other direction. Also does anyone want to read my original stuff?

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“Hey guys!” You join the discord call with the group of people to start a game of Raft. Tonight, it’s going to be you, Rae, Sykkuno, Toast and Corpse. You all greet each other and exchange pleasantries.

“Hey Y/N, how was your time off?” Toast is the first to ask about your 2 weeks off from streaming.

“Thank you hun, it was pretty nice. I got a lot of things done, and I can soon tell the date of my next project.” You tease your audience.

The rest have already played the Raft before, leading to them giving you a chaotic introduction to the game. Leaving you more confused about what you are supposed to do than before.

“Rae babe, am I supposed to know what’s going on?�� You don’t have to wait long, as Rae immediately responds.

“No. Not at all.” Resulting in a laugh from everyone.

You join into the game, and slowly start figure the controls out. Mostly you are just following Sykkuno around and trying to do the same things as him, yet somehow you do it worse.

Sykkuno ends up falling off the raft and gets killed by a shark before long.

“Sykkuno nooo! Not my sweetheart this world is too cruel!” You act dramatic, before he respawns.

“Does this mean I’m a ghost now? Because I will haunt you for pushing me off.” Sykkuno pokes right back at you.

You share another laugh before getting back to trying to make the Raft as big and confusing as ever. Some more time goes by as you head onto your 4th island this stream.

“Hey Corpse, can you get an axe from the Raft when you get onto the island? I forgot to bring one.” You don’t think much of not giving him a nickname like everyone has one. Well you do, more so you can’t bring yourself to give him one, because you are currently harboring a crush for him. Which means calling him an affectionate nickname, feels like lying to yourself about a future that will never happen.

This goes on for the rest of the stream, nobody mentions it, but in the goodbye section of the stream, everyone is on edge but you. The rest convinced that you have something against Corpse, including Corpse. Especially Corpse.

You stay in voice chat so the 5 of you can bid goodbye without your individual audiences listening in.

“Hey thanks for today, it was a good stream!” You cheerfully tell the others.

“Y/N, what was that?” Rae is the first to ask, bringing the issue the rest has had on their minds since the beginning of the stream.

“What was what?”

“What was not giving Corpse a nickname? You give everyone a nickname. If you look on twitter, there are already people asking if you don’t like him.”

“Rae, I can talk for myself, you don’t have to give me a nickname Y/N.” Corpse adds onto the conversation, now that you think about it, the upbeat mood of the stream has started to falter out towards the end of the stream.

“I’m so sorry Corpse! It wasn’t meant like that not at all! I don’t hate you!” You are quick to respond. If you could see Rae right now, you would be able to see her face, realizing what was going on.

“You know what, how about we leave the two of you to talk it out? Yeah? Yeah.” She quickly kicks Toast and Sykkuno from the call and then leaves herself. Before any of you get a chance to say goodbye.

“So… We are alone now…” You try to break the silence.

Corpse doesn’t respond, he can feel himself starting to go through the worst-case scenarios. That you hate him, and don’t want to be friends anymore. He thought the two of you had become close.

“Corpse I’m sorry, I hope you didn’t start to doubt yourself. I didn’t mean to make you feel like this, I’m so sorry. I’ll release a statement or something. I can fix this. I promise.” You have already thrown yourself straight into panic mode, especially after what Rae said about people thinking you hate Corpse.

Corpse can’t help sigh of relief when you start apologizing, “Y/N it’s alright, but why don’t I have a nickname?” Corpse is unsure if this is alright to ask, he wants to know, the two of you have been friends for close to half a year now, and you usually have a nickname for people with in your first time streaming or playing with them.

“I don’t think that’s something we should talk about over discord.” That was how the conversation dried up, a bit of small talk happened before the two of you bid your goodbyes. Leaving you frustrated over knowing Corpse would only think the worst.

The air between you two had thickened after that day, and everyone you ended up streaming with could feel it, while the two of you could hide it from your fans, your friends was a whole other thing. They had caught on to the two of you not being on the best speaking terms.

You wanted to explain yourself but felt that it was better to do face to face. He wanted to tell you he missed talking like the two of you used to do.

Then a chance finally came, Rae was hosting a party, and you were invited. Your first reaction to hearing it was asking if Corpse was coming too. Rae had told you he said yes, so you booked a ticket to the big city from your small town in Colorado. You would be able to stay at the collab house with Rae.

You were excited to meet the others again, you had only been able to meet up with Rae twice before. So, this was a good chance for you to talk to the others some more, and not to mention come clean to Corpse.

You settled down in Rae’s room quickly, and greeted everyone as you walked around the house, waiting for more guest to arrive. You kept looking for Corpse. Making you not the greatest conversational partner as you barely listened, only agreeing, and disagreeing on the right times.

You notice his mop of black curls quickly when he comes into the living room. You immediately leave the conversation you were barely listening to, you try to wave him down, but he doesn’t seem to have noticed you.

You head his way instead; he’s currently talking a bit to Rae probably thanking her for inviting him. You stand a bit to the side not saying anything just waiting for your turn, as to not interrupt their conversation. Rae points to you, and wave you down. You try to act surprised, not just having stood there like a stalker and watched their entire conversation.

“Hey,” you smile at him, and he returns it.

“I’ll leave you to it.” Rae walks away, totally not having planned this so the two of you could meet. Rae had after the awkward conversation gotten the real reason out of you why you didn’t want to give Corpse a nickname. While she had enjoyed teasing you about your crush, she had never spoken a word to anyone else about it.

“So… we finally meet.” You try to break the ice.

“We do, do you want to go outside?”

“Oh, thank god, yes.” You follow after him, not noticing Rae pointing the two of you leaving to go outside to Sykkuno that she might have told your secret to by accident.

You find a bench and settle down, the weather being pretty decent, no wind to be felt.

“You said, you wanted to talk about what has been bothering you face to face?” Corpse gets straight to the thing that’s on both of your minds.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about it, I really am, I’m sorry, I know I’ve been cryptic and-”

“You don’t have to keep apologizing, we’re friends. Don’t apologize for existing.” Corpse reassures you.

“Yeah, sorry about that… I don’t know how to tell you this, and I really don’t want to ruin our friendship and I mean that. And I realized I had caught feelings for you, it wasn’t on purpose I swear.”

“Why would-”

“Please let me finish before you ask anything.” You look at him pleading. He nods to let you continue. “I didn’t want to give you a nickname, and I know that’s my entire brand at this point… I just couldn’t get myself to call you something affectionate and keep it platonic in my mind. Because I wanted more, I still do. I don’t want to just be your friend, and I don’t want to ruin what we have, because you are a good friend, one of my best.” You rub your hands over your face.

You can feel the awkwardness radiating off Corpse.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.” You get off the bench and prepare to walk away when Corpse grabs around your wrist.

“Didn’t I tell you not to apologize for existing.” You can’t help but laugh a dry laugh, you can feel the tears ready themselves as you wait for the inevitable rejection.

“Corpse, don’t drag this out. I like you okay, and I don’t want to be more hurt over it.” You try to tug your hand to yourself.

“What if I like you too?” He might not have been as in tune with his feelings as you had. However, he had come to realize he had feelings for you. They had crept up on him in the form of suddenly missing you whenever you hung up after talking. They had come at him slow and over a long time, while your feeling had washed over you as a tsunami coursing through your heart.

“Corpse, it’s okay, just let me down gently.” You take you free hand to dry the tears that are now seemingly escaping.

“No Y/N, what if I like you too. Because I do. I like to hear your laugh, I like when we talk so far into the night I can hear your roommates alarm go off. I like when you say my name, even if I was you would give me a nickname.” He can’t help but chuckle. “ I like you Y/N.”

Your tears are now streaming out not of sadness but of the pure happy feeling of having your feeling returned from the guy you never thought who would return them.

He pulls you into a hug.

You can’t help but whisper to him.

“I like you Corpse.”

“I like you too Y/N.”

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