#father Anthony bridge

[gothushi]

father.

[z0mibite]

pairing – father anthony bridge x gn!reader

warnings – makeout session, past suggestive/not full smut, reader is on anthonys lap, but he changes positions swiftly, no specific gender or sex for reader, implied reader isn't a virgin/reader doesn't like celibacy, no sex before marriage, slightly condescending anthony (in a sexy way ifykyk).

word count – 325

n/a – little snippet for yall since you're thirsting for mister bridge, might make it a full blown smut if you guys like it (I already have a title - make me a sinner), abruptly ends just to tease.

Breathless, you gasped as yours and Anthony's lips separated for the first time in what seemed like hours. Your legs straddled his thighs, barely resisting the urge to grind against the crotch of his denim.

His hands were warm against your waist, the blood rushing in your veins igniting a heat within that clawed its way to the surface of your skin.

If someone had seen either of you like this alone, they might assume you were on your deathbed. Feverish, flushed, struggling to breathe, writhing in discomfort—discomfort caused by the lack of friction between the one place you needed it most and him.

He exhaled against your lips, you inhaled, breathing in his essence. “Why must you make this so difficult for me?” He joked, a grin cracking his previously serious expression.

His eyes opened, meeting yours with a shade only comparable to natural diamonds. Your heart skipped a beat before you giggled in response to his question.

“What do you mean?” You asked between laughs.

Anthony rolled his eyes before flipping your position, now he leaned over you, gently holding your wrists in his hands.

“What do you mean?” He mocked. “What do you mean?” He repeated, in his own manner, emphasizing the ‘you’. 

He leaned down for a quick peck on your lips before trailing kisses along your jawline and down to your neck.

“Are you just desperate for me to marry you? Mm? Just want me to put a pretty little ring on your finger?” He left open-mouthed kisses on your throat following each question.

You whimpered under his false scrutiny, you had entered the relationship knowing full well he wouldn't fuck you till he married you. It was a boundary he had placed in the very beginning, but you can't lie and say you weren't frustrated with the life of celibacy.

“No.. something else..” You spoke, breathlessly.

“Oh? What's that?” He asked condescendingly, knowing full well what you wanted.

[astarions-bride]

out of all Neil's characters...who is an ass man, tits man, or thigh man? 👀

The first Group Preferences!

Nikolai

Thighs and maybe your tits. Especially near the Femoral Artery. Loves to leave bitemarks and bruise-shaped handprints there and loves it when you wear short skirts or shorts to show them off. I see him being very territorial and possessive so any marks he leaves on you is akin to him leaving a claim on you. Same goes with your chest. The soft pliable flesh under his teeth fuels his more animalistic side and loves knowing his marks are all over your body.

Charlie

Tits. We all saw that short film. How he was eyeballing that woman's chest (calling them lovely 🥴). So I completely headcanon that this man is obsessed with tits. No matter the size, shape, etc. You would probably have to deal with a lot of groping from him. He would absolutely just faceplant on your chest and stay there for hours happily.

Father Anthony Bridge

He strikes me as a thigh man. Don't know why, but I just envision him placing his hand on your thigh while sitting next to you, squeezing and stroking casually, and he probably does it without realizing it.

Rob

Ass. Cannot keep his hands to himself. Will slip his hand into your back pocket or keep his hand splayed possessively across your ass. Loves to leave his handprints on your skin, loves to see your ass jiggle as you walk (or when he's taking you from behind 👀) and will stare obviously if you walk in front of him.

Captain Hook

Tits are his kryptonite. Any shape or size. Will absolutely get distracted if you go without a bra, openly staring with his fingers twitching with his effort of holding back from touching, but will instantly attack someone if they so much as glance near your chest. Loves to buy you clothing that enhances your breasts and he has quite an a eye for lingerie for you to wear.

Astarion

Loves every part of you, but has a special spot for your thighs. They are so warm and he loves having them wrapped around his waist (or his face) and loves laying between them. Also, same as Nikolai, the Femoral Artery is a favorite place for him to bite. Your throat is a place he also loves. Pressing his lips against your Carotid Artery, feeling the beat of your heart and the warmth of your skin, will have him falling into a sleep-like trance against you.

[somethingblu3]

Thy Mercy | Father Anthony Bridge

Read on Ao3 here.

18+ minors dni.

Fandom: Casualty

Summary:

Father Anthony commands you to list out the rosary.

TW: Church Sex, Spanking, Candles Wax Play, Improper Use of a Rosary, Priest Kink, Author is not Christian, Forbidden Secret, Relationship,neil newbon - Freeform, Begging, Burns, Dom/sub, Dirty Talk, Bible Kink, No Beta, mouth spitting, Mutual Masturbation, cum, Paddle, Humiliation, lightly edited, Orgasm Delay/Denial.

Pairing: Father Anthony Bridge x female afab reader

Word Count: 1,844

Divider Credit: firefly-graphics.

Note:

I'm not Christian, but I did go to church when I was younger. It's been over a decade since I've used a rosary, so I'm not entirely sure if the beads are accurate.

“Say it,” Father Anthony ordered in the shadows. You both sat in the empty church. The only light came from the flicker of the oil candles that hung from the ceiling. You had never been in a Church alone, especially not on a cold, dark winter night like this. Your hands are sweaty as they trace over the familiar chunky beads. It was a gift given to you by your grandmother. You remember sitting at her vanity as she gifted you the beads. They were sacred, and you kept them secure under your pillow at night, not wanting to lose them, but you almost dropped them as you felt Father Anthony’s gaze lock on you in the shadows. He was watching, waiting for you to start.

He had warned you that if you stuttered or your voice faltered, he would spank you. From the corner of your eye, you could see Anthony's hands clutching the black paddle in his hands as he readied himself. Your breathing hitches as your sweaty hands clutch at the burgundy glass. Your mind goes blank, but you can feel Anthony’s hand ghost your sides, closing your eyes. You took a breath, trying to cleanse your dry lips. Anthony pushes his nails into your thighs, a sign for you to start.

“In the name of the Father, The Son, and of the Holy Spirit Amen” Your fingers move towards the first bead, feeling the contours of the Crucifix between them. He hadn’t even done anything yet, not even touched your skin. You could feel something against it, maybe his fingers or the brush of the silver of his belt as he grinded against you; it was hard to tell in the dark. It was scary not knowing what was coming next. He had blinded you before, but here you were in the Church surrounded by the darkness. You were both very evasive about your relationship. If anyone ever found out about this, Anthony would be fired and defrocked, not even that he would be ousted from the community.

He was more protective of that in the early days, but as your relationship developed, he found it harder and harder to let you go. You were his biggest sin. He couldn’t walk away from second to drinking. You lick your lips as they suddenly turn dry, and you hear him play with the silver of his belt. A warning. “Our father, who art in heaven…” He pulls back your black skirt, which he told you to wear for this evening’s service. Your breathing hitches as you press on, moving to the smaller beads. “Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.” “Faster,” Anthony hisses as his belt drops to the ground, and you feel his hands grab you by your waist. “The Agony in the Garden…The Soc-Sco-ugring at the-” You pause as he slides inside you. As always, you are already wet and sticky. His hand teases your clit, preparing you, and you hear him groan in delight. You didn’t want to disappoint him. You could already hear his voice in your head.

You stutter, “At the-Fuck” You are so tight, but that doesn’t stop him. His breathing increases Anthony halts you trying to search for your voice as it escapes you, and you feel the ip of Anthony’s cock ghosting over your back and cum dripping down your legs; you're already so wet. Not that you are surprised. He waits for a moment and clicks his tongue. You can’t help but feel…disappointed. “The scourging at the pillar,” you finish confidently. Anthony nods. “Good girl,” he praises you as he inserts himself into you once again. “The crowning with thorns-” you hesitate as you feel your cheeks flush increase. “And the crucifixion.” “You missed one,” Anthony scolds as he removes himself from you and then takes you over his lap. “The carrying of the cross,” he tells you as his paddle is against your skin."I'm sorry, father." You cry. "Again. Say them again," He demands as the paddle rests inches away from your skin, a lingering threat. You take a shaky breath, clutching the bread, and then you start again, but your brain has already turned to mush. "In the name--" You swallow as you feel him consider if he should spank you or not, but he doesn't. You clear your throat as you start again, your fingers finding their way to the beads. "In the name of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen." His fingers glide against your skin.

You know he won't mark it yet, but you can't help but shiver under his grip. "Our father, who art in heaven." You continue as you move on to the next bead and then the next until you reach "The Agony in the Garden..." You pause, trembling the pad inches and inches away from your skin, and as he presses further, you fumble. "Fuck-i'm so sorry, father." You sob as his paddle spanks against your skin. "I'm so sorry," you tremble. "I thought I had trained you better than this," Anthony snarled You lower your eyes, focusing down on the wooden floor, feeling nothing but shame course through you as he spanks.

"Count. Count to four," He orders, his other hand rubbing your other cheek "One" Smack "Tw-ooh" Smack "Fuck-Thr-eee" He pauses but then adds another smack. "F-ffour" you finish He smacks again. "Good girl, now let's start again from the top."

You nod and carry on repeatedly, but then, this time, you stop at the crucifixion. You close your eyes, knowing what is coming next. You tried to prepare yourself, but there isn't another smack at your ass. Instead, Father Anthony pulls away for a moment, and then he finally starts once again. "I don't think this taught you much of a lesson, did it?" He asks with an arched brow You are too stunned to speak as you feel your ass clench from the stings. He's not going to start again, is he? Usually, he would give breaks in between or at least kiss and "So why don't we try again?" "Father, please-" He ignores you as he reaches over and grabs a candle from the holder. It drips onto your skin, and you hiss, chowing down on your cheek to bear the pain.

"Good girl," he tells you as he messages your head. He watches as your body jitters. The pain is unreal, the sensation of the hot wax. He throws down the paddle, tossing it onto the wooden floor as he grips the candle in his hand, the wax melting his skin. He inserts himself inside you once again. "Let's start from the crucifixion and see if you can finally finish." You nod, shivering from the heat. You feel like you are melting, but also, at the same time, you know that Father Anthony won't hurt you. That was against his moral code, but the pain thrill was still exciting.

"Okay," You gulp as he thrusts inside you. Your dry cum drips between your legs like the candle wax between his fingers. "Okay, okay," you whimper as you get used to his thrusts as they increase in speed, still feeling the tingle of the wax drip down your lower back. "In the name of the Father, The Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen...." Thrust "Our father, who art in heaven…" Thrust. Now, the room is filled with the sound of his skin smacking against yours. His other hand finds its way to your left waist, pulling you as close as humanly possible. Your moans were escapable now. If someone were to walk in right now, it would be clear as day what the two of you were up to, and that feeling made your heart race, and you could just about see your skin turn bright red under the glow of the candle.

"Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. The Agony in the Garden…The Scourging at the-” "Go on," He commands "The scourging at the pillar, The crowning with thorns, and the--the" You can feel yourself approaching your final orgasm as it tricks down your legs, and you roll your head back. You feel Anthony's hand in your hair as he croons your neck to look at you. He pants and spits in your mouth, his chin covered in drool. He stops trapping your hand clutched with the beads firmly.

"Hold on-" He commands as he takes the warm beads from your hands. "Turn around and face me," He commands," and he does You shiver as you finally meet his gaze. He's tired but happy as a small smirk appears at the corner of his lips. Forecebilly he takes the rosary from your hands and shoves them inside your sticky pussy. "Father," You gasp as you feel the beads between your legs. He chuckles darkly "You are such a good girl," he tells you, stroking your hair. "You're doing the Lord's work," he mumbles the sensation. Of the beads rocking between your legs is something else. The small cross rubs against the end of your pussy, edging you even closer and closer without him even touching you. You watch him as he takes his dick in his hand, proud of himself as he watches you stutter and moan, grabbing onto one of the pews. "Let yourself go, love," he instructs as he quickens the pace of his hand on his dick.

You nod, and your eyes roll back, your breathing hitching. You spot him as cum dribbles down from the head of his cock onto his robes. Your hand fiddles for the beads, and you begin rolling them against yourself. God, it was shameful, especially with how much they meant to you, but you knew after this, they would be covered in your seed, in your wetness, and you would give it to him as a gift, perhaps as a birthday present, so that he would always. Be near you. You grin at that thought.

A subtle reminder. "Now, what comes after the crucifixion, my love?" He urges as he wipes his cum against his robes "The Resurrection," you pant. You knew that wasn't all of the stages, but for now, it was the most you could get through without faltering, and you felt proud of yourself as a smile plucked at his lips. Once you finish, you both orgasm against each other, his seed mixed with your wetness. He throws the candle stick into the trash and licks his finger with your mixed juices, but his robe is still a mess. You are too weak to speak, and then he catches you as you are about to collapse onto the floor. "I want to treasure this forever." He pants as he rushes towards you, shoving your hair behind your ear, and kisses your neck as your eyes drift close. "This is heaven...". You lower your head against his neck, and you catch your breath. This man will be the death of you.

[valentinebbxox]

Fears, Chances & Love Pt. 3

Part 1 Part 2

pairing: Father Anthony x fem!reader

warnings: pushing away who you love, fears of not being good enough, fears of loving, fear of judgment, religion talk, ANGST!!!

note: Damn, you guys really loved this huh? Well, here's the last part!

word count: 4.4k

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Third Person P.O.V

Anthony felt his stomach drop as Mrs. Clark’s words hit him. His heart skipped a beat as realization of what she was referring to hit him. The photo…the photo in the Bible. He thought no one saw it. He was silent for a moment, his mind racing as he tried to think of a response. He slowly glanced over to Y/N, seeing the look in her eyes. He swallowed thickly, and looked down at his hands some. "Yes…she is..", he says softly answering Mrs. Clark. Y/N looked at her eyes soft, She couldn’t believe it…he had her picture. Anthony felt the weight of Y/N’s gaze as she stared at him “She is as beautiful as she is in the photo. She is different though. I can tell.”, Mrs. Clark says making Y/N blush in some embarrassment. He swallowed nervously again as the older woman referred to Y/N’s appearance. He knew she was different. Mrs. Clark knew because of the way Y/N was dress. Like a tomboy almost. Leather jacket, dark colored shirt, dark jeans and boots. With her make up kind of dark on her eyes some. If she knew about her attitude though it would make Mrs. Clark blush. She knew she couldn’t fully judge Y/N by how she was dressed and look alone though. “Father…please tell me it isn’t true. How could you be so reckless? A home made tattoo removal?”, Mrs. Clark turned matters to why Anthony was actually in the hospital. "I'm so very sorry. I put self image ahead of biblical observance. I never meant to offend you or the congregation. “What are you blabbering on about?”, Mrs. Clarke says making them both confused. “Look.”, she says showing them both her ankle tattoo, “I’ve got one. I got it to celebrate my grandson’s communion.”, Mrs. Clarke says making Y/N smirk but Anthony sit back shocked. It was surprising, to say the least. Neither of them had expected her to have a tattoo of her own. It was shocking, seeing a woman her age with a tattoo. Y/N couldn’t help but smirk as she looked at it, while Anthony was genuinely shocked. “You’re a wonderful priest father. Much better than the last bore. But honestly, loosen up a little.”, Mrs. Clark says to Anthony making Y/N try not to laugh. Anthony was stunned into silence for a moment as Mrs. Clark spoke to him. He was still processing the fact that she had a tattoo of her own. He chuckled awkwardly, his shock slowly fading into a sheepish smile. He slowly glanced over to Y/N, seeing her smirk, as he responded. “Yes ma’am..”, he chuckles. “And fix whatever it is this is. I can tell she is a good one.”, Mrs. Clark says then walking away.

Anthony and Y/N watched as the older woman walked away, still feeling the shock and surprise at what had just happened. When Mrs. Clark was no longer in sight he turned his attention to Y/N, his expression shifting to sheepish. “Well…that was something” he mumbled. “I like her.”, she says with a chuckle. Anthony chuckled softly. He couldn’t help but smile a little, her words helping him to relax. “She’s definitely something.” he replied, letting out a deep sigh as he leaned back on the bed more. After the chuckling died down it was silent again and they both sigh. He took another deep breath, turning his head to look at her again. He could still feel the guilt and shame from earlier, but he tried to push it away for now. “Y/N..” he mumbled quietly, his voice full of hesitation. She looks over to him, he held her gaze for a moment, staring back at her silently. He swallowed heavily, trying to find the words to say what was on his mind. “We should.. we should probably actually talk now.” He mumbled quietly, his heart beating fast in his chest. She nods “Yeah I guess we should.”, She says sitting back to the bed side. She sighs as she tries and readies herself to talk. And, she wasn't the only one. He slowly shifted his own body, moving to sit on the bed more and look at her better. He was silent for a moment, his mind racing, before he finally found his voice again. “Where… where do we start..?” He mumbled quietly. She sighs “I honestly have no idea.”, she smirks Anthony chuckled softly at her words, feeling the familiar pang of nostalgia in his heart. She always did have the uncanny ability to make him smile. After a few minutes, finally he worked up the courage to speak. “You…earlier you said you fell in love with me.” He muttered quietly, his eyes searching her face for a reaction. She blushes and looks down some, “Yeah..” He swallowed heavily before he spoke again, his voice low and soft. “Why? Why me?” He asked quietly, his eyes still watching her intently. She smiles with a scoff and shrugs “I just did…I tried to stop myself but…the more time we spent together the more it grew. I knew I would probably get hurt cause I wasn’t the ideal girl for someone like you wanting to do what you were going to set out to do, hence, you with your faith and such. But…I didn’t care…even if there was a chance you wouldn’t or couldn’t love me back.”, she says with a now sad look as she explains.

Anthony felt his heart ache as she spoke, her words hitting harder than he expected. His chest thumped heavily, the weight of her confession settling on him. The way she spoke, the emotions in her tone, her explanation of why she fell for him…he couldn’t help but remember why he fell for her as well. She sighs “Sounds silly I know.” He shook his head quickly, his expression shifting to a gentle smile. “No…it’s not silly at all.” he mumbled quietly, his eyes never leaving her face. He was silent for a moment, taking in her words. His heart still thumped heavily in his chest, but he kept his voice steady as he spoke again. ”The truth is…” he mumbled quietly, “I fell for you too.” She looks up to him “What?”, she asks almost wide eyed. He nodded slowly, his expression serious. “I fell for you too…” he repeated, his voice slightly shaky. “I tried to fight it.. to tell myself it wasn’t right…but every time I was with you… I just couldn’t stop.” “You fell in a love…with…a non religious little rebellious woman?”, she smirks teasing him. Anthony chuckled at her words, feeling the familiar warmth in his heart. He smirked back at her, his expression playful. "I fell in love with a non religious little rebellious woman. Go figure…”, he says with a small smile. She scoffs and chuckles shaking her head “Wow…”, she says. He was silent for a moment, just taking her in and relishing being in her presence again. “I’m serious though…” he mumbled quietly, “it’s the truth. I fell for you a long time ago.. and I haven’t been able to stop since.” "You mean…you still…", she asks softly. He nodded slowly, his expression soft. “Yes…I still do.” he mumbled quietly, his voice unwavering. “I never stopped. Even when I told myself to.. I never did..” She is shocked in the face a little and takes a breath “I never did either…”, she confesses. He was speechless now, he thought she was over him, He was silent for a moment before he spoke again, his voice soft and quiet. “I know I have no right to ask anything of you.. after everything that happened.. but I need to know.” She waits for him to ask and then he gently pulls her down some to where their foreheads touch. He kept his eyes shut for a moment, savoring the feeling of her being so close to him. He finally managed to find his voice, though his words were barely above a whisper. “Just one thing…” he mumbled quietly. “Tell me….do you still love me?” She has her eyes closed too, feeling the closeness between them “I do..”, she whispers. He let out another shaky breath as her words sunk in, savoring the way she was so close and how it was so familiar. And how he missed it…

He slowly opened his eyes, needing to see her again. “Then I have another question..” he mumbled quietly. She opens her eyes too and looks at him. He stared back at her intently, his gaze locked on her face and taking in every detail. His heart still thumped rapidly, the realization of her words settling on him. “Will you give me a second chance…?” He mumbled quietly, his voice hopeful and pleading. He almost couldn't believe he was asking. She sighs and closes her eyes again trying not to get upset again, “You know we can’t Tony…”, she says in a whisper. His heart sank as she spoke, the feeling of disappointment and pain hitting him like a wave. He knew she was right, he knew it wasn’t that simple. But the feelings he had, the memories of their past together, it was difficult to just accept it like that. He let out a shaky breath, his expression still pleading. He grabs her hands in both of his. “Please….” he mumbled quietly, “I know I messed up. I know I was wrong… but can’t we at least try..”, he says in a soft plea. She sighs and stands up, “It’s not about you leaving Anthony…it never was. It was about what people would say, what people would think.”, she says talking then turns to look at him. “Eventually it would be too much and words would turn on you and possibly ruin what you wanted, and what you wanted to do for the church and I couldn’t have that. I couldn’t do that to you.”, she says her voice slightly cracking at the end. His heart aching at her words. He knew she was right, he knew all too well what people would say and do. He had seen how nasty and judgmental people could be when it came to matters of the church. And, he knew it would have affected both of them if they had continued. He sighed heavily, his expression a mixture of sadness and desperation as he sat up on the bed. He looked at her, his voice quiet but filled with emotion. But he had two years to think, think of her, their time together, and what it could have been. And during those two years, he came to so many realizations. “But I don’t care what people think…” She tries not to cry again and stay strong as best as she could. She shakes her head, at his words, “You would. It would become too much and eventually it would ruin you…as soon as they find out about me. You, their priest, in love with a girl who doesn’t go to church, who isn’t religious, and is the way she is, they would…they would shame you Tony…and I couldn’t have that.”

They would shame him, judge him, and possibly even destroy his name. He knew there was people who would just not like if they found out anything about their priest they didn't like. But the feelings he had for her, the love he still felt, it was hard to just push it all away. He looked at her, his expression a mixture of pain and hopelessness. “But I can’t just.. forget about you.”, he whispers tears forming in his own eyes. She sighs as she tries not to cry “Maybe you should try…”, she says softly in a broken manner, as if she didn't want to say that. And it's true, she didn't. But she had to. Anthony felt his heart ache even more as she spoke, her words hitting him like a punch to the gut. The idea of forgetting her, of just leaving everything behind and moving on, seemed impossible to him. They had shared so much together, so many memories, so much love that was unsaid to each other. How could he just forget all of that? He shook his head slowly, his expression pleading. “I can’t… please don’t ask me to….please..” She walks up to him and slowly puts a hand to his cheek, “You have to…or you won’t be happy and continue to do your work at the church in a right mind. You will find someone who suits you.”, she says with a small smile with unshed tears glistening in her eyes. He slowly shakes his head looking up at her with pleading eyes. She then leans over and kisses his cheek and then stands back up “Goodbye Anthony…”, she says in a pained whisper and walks away in a hurry. He watched her walk away in a hurry, her words echoing in his mind. It felt like his heart was breaking all over again. He sat in silence for a moment, his emotions swirling inside of him. Finally, he spoke up, his voice low and quiet. “Goodbye love…”

She say alone in one of the break rooms, closing the blinds and keeping the room dark as she cries quietly. She lost him…again. But this time it was for good. But, she knew it had to be done. So that way they can move on…maybe. There was then a small knock at the door and it slowly opened, Y/N stops crying but doesn't turn her head to see who it is. "Are you alright dear?', a soft voice asks behind her. Wait…she knows that voice. "Mrs. Clark?", she asks turning around. And, there she was, Mrs. Clark, sending a small smile to Y/N. She could see the shock on Y/N's face, clearly the girl hadn't expected anyone to follow her in here. "Are you alright? I overheard you and Father Anthony." Mrs. Clark watched silently as Y/N hung her head, sighing in defeat. The sight of the young girl so torn apart filled her with sympathy. She put a gentle hand on Y/N's back, her voice soft and comforting. "You know, you can talk to me if you want. I'm here to listen." “I’m sure you are Mrs. Clark. But…I don’t think there is anything to talk about. Even if I want it to be something…it can’t. I can’t do that to him. I can’t set him up to be attacked and possibly ruined.”, she says referring to her and Anthony being together while wiping her eyes. Mrs. Clark nodded softly, understanding the struggle the young girl was going through. She could sense the pain and heartbreak in Y/N's voice, the conflict and guilt in her words. She sighed softly, thinking of the best way to console Y/N. "I understand your concern, dear… and as admirable as it is that you want to protect him. Are you sure this is what he truly wants? Or are you just making that decision for him?" Y/N looks at her confused “But…don’t you think a girl like me with him is frowned upon?”, she asks her voice still kind of broken from crying. Mrs. Clark chuckled softly, a knowing smile on her face. "Oh, I know it would be. I understand how certain people would view it." She paused for a moment, her tone soft but serious. "But that's their opinion.. You should consider what you and Father Anthony want, what makes you both happy. You can't let other people's judgement hold you back.", Mrs. Clark says still rubbing the young woman's back. “But…would the church not like it?” Mrs. Clark took a moment to answer, her expression serious. "The church has its rules and traditions, yes. Many people may not approve. But remember, the church is about love and compassion, not judging others." She paused and smiled softly. "And, I can tell how much you and Anthony love each other. Don't let others dictate what you have."

She looks at Mrs. Clark as she talks and it makes her think. “You’re right…You’re right Mrs. Clark”, she smiles. “I may need some time though…to think it through.”, she says looking up at the older lady. Mrs. Clark nodded in understanding, smiling at Y/N's revelation. "Of course, dear. Take all the time you need. But, don't leave him without a answer for long." She stood up and gave Y/N's shoulder one last gentle squeeze. "Just remember what I said, okay? Don't let other people's judgement hold you back. Follow your heart." Y/N smiles and nods “Thank you.”, she says. Mrs. Clark smiled back, her eyes warm and kind. "You're welcome, dear. Anytime." With that, she gently patted Y/N's shoulder before quietly leaving the room, giving the young girl some space to think. "Mrs. Clark?", she calls out to the older lady before she walks out the door, making her turn back around. "Yes dear?". Y/N had a small worried look on her face, "Look after him…Please." Mrs. Clark's expression softened, her eyes warm with a look of understanding. She smiled softly and nodded. "Of course dear. I'll make sure he's okay", she said then she turned and walked away.

A couple days later, and the two never ran into each other again. It was a Sunday now, and Anthony was doing the sermon, he stood at the altar, preaching his sermon with his usual solemn and calm demeanor. But even as he spoke, his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Y/N. He had hoped to see her, to talk to her, but he hadn't seen her at all since their conversation at the hospital. He tried not to let it show in his voice, but the pain and longing in his heart were there, under the surface. It wasn't until after service and everything was done for at the church, that he was back in his office. Anthony sat silently in his office, his mind still preoccupied with thoughts of Y/N. He was supposed to be going through some paperwork, but his mind was too distracted to focus. He let out a soft sigh, running a hand through his hair in frustration. The empty feeling in his chest was only growing stronger, the longing for her gnawing at him. He tried to push it aside and focus on his work but found it more difficult than ever. And it hurt, so much. A knock was at his door, and it opened. It was Mrs. Clark “You alright Father Anthony?”, she asks standing at the door. Anthony had been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't even heard the knock at the door initially. But when Mrs. Clark spoke, he stirred from his reverie and looked up, his expression tired and distracted. He managed a weak smile, nodding in response. "Yes, Mrs. Clark… I'm fine. Just a little tired, that's all.", he answers as calm as he could. She nods and smiles some “Well I think I have a sight for your sore eyes” Anthony was a bit confused by Mrs. Clark's comment, not quite sure what she meant. But the smile on her face was intriguing. He sat up a bit in his chair, curiosity piqued. Mrs. Clark smiles still and looks behind her then Y/N comes around her slowly and walks into the office. Anthony's breath caught in his chest. He stared at her for a moment, his eyes wide and fixed on her face. He almost didn't believe it was actually her, so consumed by thoughts of her that he thought he was hallucinating. “I’ll leave you two alone. But remember still in church.”, Mrs. Clark says with a pointed look but Y/N and Anthony never leave each other's gazes and Mrs. Clark closed the door. They stayed silent for what felt like so many long minutes. Not knowing what to say. Then, one of them had to speak up. "Y/N..", he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He couldn't find the words to express how he felt, the mixture of relief and confusion and love that he was feeling. “Anthony…”, she says softly back. Hearing her say his name sent a shiver down his spine. The sound of her voice, so familiar and yet so longed for, sent a wave of emotion through him. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her face, the sight of her standing there in front of him, real and tangible. It was a struggle to form his words, his emotions raw and overflowing. “Why are you here?”, he managed to say, his voice hoarse.

She smiles some with a nervous chuckle and looks down “I um…did a lot of thinking. And, I had to come see you. Then, I realized when I opened the door it was Sunday. And I saw you at the front. And…I couldn’t help but watch. Watch you up there. And, it made me realize more. That…I do love you. I love you for you I don’t care if you are a priest. I still would support you like I did when we were together. But…this time…I don’t want to push you away because of my fears.”, She says looking up at him. Anthony’s heart swelled with emotion as he listened to Y/N’s words. The pain and longing and uncertainty vanished from his mind at the sound of her confession, replaced by a rush of hope. He took in her words, letting them sink in. She loved him, despite everything. Despite his job, his position in the church, she loved him. He stood up from his chair and walked around the desk slowly. She watches him, “I shouldn’t have left you like that at the hospital and I am so sorry I did. I was…scarred. And, worried for you. But, I shouldn’t have to let it blind me like that. Especially without even giving something like this a chance. And, not knowing what you wanted too.” Anthony closed the space between them, standing in front of her. He reached out gently, taking her hands in his. "It's not entirely your fault…I should have spoken up more, made my feelings clearer. I let my own fears and doubts hold me back, too." He paused, his voice quieter now, his eyes locked on hers. "But you're right. We shouldn't let fear and doubt stop us from trying." She smiles softly “And I’ve learned that…what our relationship is, I guess, is between us and…well god.”, what she said shocked Anthony to say the least. “Where did you learn that?”, Anthony asks with a smirk and she shrugs, “Mrs. Clark might have saw me crying and followed me and had a chat with me.”, she says with a small chuckle. He chuckled softly, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, "Ah, I see. Of course it was Mrs. Clark." They both chuckle. Then, Y/N remembers more of what Mrs. Clark told her, “Not to let other people’s judgments come in between happiness.” She smiles as Anthony pulls her close and she gently puts her hands on his chest. He smiles at her, gently wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "She's always wise, that one…" He chuckles softly, his voice growing quieter. "And she's right." He lifted one hand and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek. He ran his thumb gently along her cheek, his expression growing more serious. "You know… it won't be easy," he said gently. "There will be people who don't approve, who will judge us. Are you sure you're ready for that?" they both look to each other's faces. “I should be asking you that.”, she says putting a hand to his jaw and running her thumb along his facial hair. When they were together he didn't have any. But, he was growing to like it. Anthony chuckled softly as she touched his jaw, the gentle touch of her thumb sending a shiver through him. He looked down at her, his eyes locking with hers. "I've made my choice, Y/N." He reached up and gently took her hand in his, holding it against his cheek. "I don't care what other people think. People will judge there's no stopping it." He paused for a moment, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Besides, I have a feeling we have someone who will have our back if any one gives us trouble.", he smirks referring to Mrs. Clark.

She giggles “Yeah I have a feeling too.”, she says. He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist more and resting his forehead against hers. "So, you're willing to give us a chance?" She nods then fully resting her forehead back on his. “Yeah, I am.”, she says Anthony pulled back slightly so he could see her face better, his expression more serious now. He hesitated for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "I need to know something first", he said, his voice quiet. "Can you promise me one thing?", he gets a nod from her in response. Anthony held her gaze for a moment, looking into her eyes as he spoke. "Promise me…that you'll always be honest with me. No matter what. Promise you won't keep things from me again, even if it scares you." She chuckles “Now if I was to lie to my boyfriend who is also a priest that would be wild.”, she smiles bashful at the bad little joke. Anthony chuckled softly, his smile growing wider at her playful response. "It would be rather naughty, wouldn't it", he agreed, his eyes glinting with amusement. He lifted a hand up and gently caressed her cheek. "I'm serious, though," he said gently. "Promise me you'll be honest with me. Even about the difficult things." She nods “I will. I promise.”, she says. He takes a moment to savor the feeling of her in his arms, relishing the comfort and familiarity that he had missed over the last few years and these past few days. Finally, he speaks again, his voice soft. "I've missed you." She hums in content being in his arms again “I’ve missed you too.” He placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head, his voice soft and quiet. "I don't ever want to lose you again", he said gently. "I don't ever want to spend another day without you." She looks up at him, "Good. Because I don't either.", she says just as soft as him. Anthony looks to her lips, and so does Y/N. Y/N smiles softly, and grabs his jacket some and pulls him to her gently and they share a long awaited kiss. They had each other again. And, they weren't going to be afraid and hide it anymore.

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Hi, I'm new to the writing platform and I've been apart of the neilnewbon community for the past couple of months. I want to start writing headcanons and short stories for some of his characters but I don't know where to start. 🤷‍♀️

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•Nikolai - Beyond the Rave

•Luke Davenport - Dream Team

•Captain Hook - Kia Commercial

•Seb - As if

•Ernst Robinson - Stranded

• Mark Griffin - Reverb

•Father Anthony - Casualty

•Richard - Later

•Rob - Extinction

•Quinten Quist - The discovery of heaven

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•Self harm/Su!c!dal thoughts

•Dom!reader/Pegging

•Religion kink

•Neil Newbon himself (The man is married)

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That last gif 😩

Neil Newbon as Father Anthony Bridge in Casualty

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Remembering Ladder 118 shown here in this iconic picture as it crossed the Brooklyn Bridge — not knowing that it would be the fire truck's last run. They did not die a few minutes later as most posts suggest, instead after crossing the bridge, Ladder 118 pulled into the doomed Marriott World Trade Center hotel. The six firefighters ran up the stairs and helped countless panicked guests escape.

Bobby Graff, a mechanic at the hotel, was quoted saying: “They knew what was going on, and they went down with their ship. They weren’t going to leave until everyone got out. They must have saved a couple hundred people that day. I know they saved my life.”

Ultimately, over 900 guests were saved that day. However, when the Twin Towers finally collapsed, the hotel went down with them. So did hundreds of firefighters, including the six members on Ladder 118.

Lt. Robert M. Regan, 48

Joseph Agnello, 35

Vernon Paul Cherry, 49

Scott Matthew Davidson, 33 (SNL comedian Pete Davidson’s father)

Leon Smith, Jr., 48

Peter Anthony Vega, 36

Eddie B PI

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Precious Truths: Part 7

Fandom: Bridgerton

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x F!Reader

Summary: After your father finds out you’ve been writing under a male pseudonym, he threatens to marry you off to an atrocious man unless you find yourself a husband within a month’s time.

A/N: I will not be taking tags for this series!

Series Masterlist

You're breaking fast with Aunt Eliza as a footman brings in her letters. She lets out an excited yelp as she holds up the latest edition of Lady Whistledown.

You can't help but roll your eyes at the older woman. All of the Ton fall over their feet to read the anonymous author's "news". You're not overly fond of the things she's written about your friends, the Bridgertons, and a majority of the Ton.

You go back to your food, enjoying the fresh fruits that were brought in, "The strawberries are extra sweet today, Aunt Eliza. I think we shoul-"

Aunt Eliza abruptly stands, pressing her hand to her chest. Your brows furrow, "What has she written now?"

"You, dearest, but Benedict as well," you rise out of your seat with haste, rushing to the other side of the dining table and grabbing the latest Whistledown.

Your eyes quickly skim across the words and your heart drops as you read: -perhaps the second eldest never proposed to Miss L/N because he knew he could never provide for her as a second son.

Your jaw clenches as you lower the paper onto the table, "That horrid woman! Benedict is more than just a second son! He's kind, compassionate, charming, he adores his family, he is well-versed in the arts and-"

"Take pause, Y/N," your aunt urges as she places a hand on your shoulder.

You let out a deep breath and look to your aunt, "Do you think it wise if I visit him? I just want to make sure he is well."

Aunt Eliza thins her lips, "To be frank, I do not think it wise. It may jeopardize your marriage with Lord Montclair. You mustn't risk it."

You dejectedly sigh, "Yes, you're right. I suppose I will just write him a letter then." You no longer had an appetite anymore and ask your aunt if you may be excused. Seeing the state of you, she allows it and you immediately go to your room to write to Benedict.

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"A letter arrived for you, brother," Anthony announces as he steps into the study where Benedict is mindlessly staring out the window.

"Just set it on the table. I shall read it later," Benedict mumbles.

"It's from Y/N," the sound of your name immediately makes his head turn towards his brother.

He approaches Anthony and snatches the envelope out of his hand. He practically tears it open and quickly unfolds the letter:

Ben,

I just read Lady Whistledown. I hope you know that what she says can never be true. You have so much worth and not because you are a Bridgerton. You are a man that spreads kindness and warmth wherever he goes. You have so much love and passion for your family. You also possess an amazing talent in the arts that I have never seen before. Whoever you marry will be lucky to have you as their husband because I have no doubt in my mind that you will do anything and everything to make them happy.

Never mind what that horrible Whistledown has to say. She knows not of who you truly are.

Best,

Y/N

PS. I do miss your company terribly. Perhaps we may meet in our secret spot tonight?

Benedict places the letter on the desk and proceeds to start pacing along the study. Anthony immediately reads the letter and then looks up at his younger brother, "She did not mention about you being disappointed about the engagement. This is a good thing."

Benedict shakes his head, "Or a bad thing. That she does not return my affections and therefore, is ignoring them."

Anthony chooses to ignore his brother's dramatics, "I do hope you choose not to meet with her." Benedict stops his pacing and gives his brother a guilty look.

Anthony pinches the bridge of his nose, "She is engaged to Lord Montclair. If someone sees you-"

"No one will see us. I assure you, brother, when we say it is a secret spot, it truly is a secret spot." she swipes the letter from the desk and folds it back up, slipping it into his chest pocket...right over his heart.

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Your day was exhausting. Aunt Eliza allowed you a few hours of solitude, however, she proceeded to drag you out the house to begin planning for your wedding. You spent almost two hours at the modiste picking out fabrics and styles for your trousseau. Your head was hurting and you didn't want to stare at a roll of fabric for the next month.

You also went over what food will be served at the luncheon after your wedding, the colors, etc.

You felt a bit somber as the day went on. You always imagined doing this with your mother when you were younger. It hurt your heart to think about all the things you two never had the chance to do. However, you are grateful for Aunt Eliza. She has stepped up to take up a parental role while your father wasted his days away at the men's club.

At dinner, you started to become nervous. It had been so long since you've spent time in Benedict's company. You knew you couldn't be seen together a lot around the Ton, so in secret was what you had to resort to.

Once you knew that everyone in the house was asleep, you slipped out and crept your way to a small pond that was surrounded by trees and hedges.

You and Benedict found it when you were children after you two pulled a prank on Anthony. It was only you two that knew of the place. All of the overgrown grass and trees deterred people from wanting to go through. But not you and Benedict.

Wrapped in your cloak and you dress from dinner, you weave your way through the overgrown branches and leaves, eventually leading to the pond. Benedict was already there waiting for you and you couldn't stop your heart from beating a little bit faster.

Benedict turns when he hears the leaves and branches breaking under your steps. He gives you that shy yet charming grin that makes many of the women of the Ton swoon...you included.

"Evening," he nods to you.

"Good evening and thank you for meeting me. You didn't have to."

He shrugs, "Might be the only way I get to see you now."

You wince, "I am sorry for pulling away. Surely, you understand, right? I mean," you chuckle, "All of the Ton, Whistledown included, thought we would end up together. If I continued to be in your company, it would have further hurt my chances of finding a husband. And I needed to make haste and-"

"Would it really be all that bad?"

"Would what exactly?"

Benedict shakes his head, "Nevermind."

"Ben," you place a hand on his arm, "Can we just...just pretend like I'm not engaged and be like how we were before this mess happened?"

Part of Benedict wants to say "no", that you two can never go back to how it was because he loves you and he's going to lose you in two week's time. But the other part of him, the part that always yearns for you, that thrives in your presence, the part that reminds him of when he was young and realized that he wanted to be around you forever, that part of him was louder than the former.

"Of course," he replies breathlessly and slips his hand into yours, pulling you towards the old tree where you two made makeshift swings.

You look at the ropes, now aged from time and weather, "Do you think they're safe?"

"I suppose we shall test them out," Benedict says as he goes to the swing that he designated as his, cautiously lowering himself onto the large branch that he used as the seat.

The wood creaks but doesn't snap under his weight. He pushes himself back and swings forward a few times until the branch snaps in two.

You gasp as Benedict falls to the ground with a thud, a surprised expression his face. You two stare at each other for a few seconds and then you burst into laughter.

You continue to laugh as you join him on the ground, "Are you alright?"

"A bruised ego and probably a bruised bum, but otherwise, I'm okay," he looks at you with an embarrassed look, but also a playful smile.

You giggle more, scooting closer to him and resting your head on his shoulder, "Good."

Benedict leans his head against yours, "Thank you for your letter."

"You're welcome. I wanted to see you to talk about it, but my aunt said it wouldn't be wise. Didn't want to potentially give any more reason for Lady Whistledown to write about you."

He shrugs, "It could have been worse."

You two sit in a comfortable silence, listening to the crickets chirp, the fish in the pond occasionally come to the surface and splash water around, and the sound of breathing between you two.

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Stepping away from my normal asks, but do you have any headcannons on how our good neil newbon men would eat pussy? Asking for a friend 👀

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Oh I like this question 😈

Nikolai

Playful. Teases you and makes you beg, nibbles on your thighs, and will hold you open so he has clear access to whatever he wants. Edges you until you cry. Gets pussydrunk surprisingly quick. Will try his best to nap between your thighs because of the warmth. Will eat you out the second the urge strikes him regardless of where you're at or who you're with. Absolutely teases you with his fangs and purrs against your clit.

Rob

Dedicated. He will not let up until you are nearly screaming. Prides himself on being able to take you apart and will get cocky and sometimes even playful. Definitely likes for you to ride his face. Wants to leave you boneless and your voice gone when he's done with you. Dirty talk that leaves you blushing for days.

Ernst Robinson

Explorative. Wants to discover every single sound you make or every movement of your body. Will talk to you about his latest book while his face is buried in your cunt. Finds overstimulating you entertaining. Is a quick learner and can get easily pussydrunk.

Charlie

Sloppy. He doesn't care how messy he (or you) gets and will absolutely hold you down while overstimulating you because he's not done with you yet. Eats you out like his life depends on it. Will get fully engrossed in the act and might dabble in pussy spanking if he's particularly worked up.

Father Anthony Bridge

Gentle. Wants to savor every moment and take his time methodically taking you apart. Will spend hours if you let him worshipping you. Will happily go down on you at a moments notice and stay there until you forcefully pull him away. Frequently accidentally overstimulates you.

Richard

Desperate. He wants to taste and touch every part of you and constantly overstimulates you because he just can't get enough. Easily gets pussydrunk and will refuse to budge from his spot until you are a boneless heap.

Captain Hook

Mean. Teases you mercilessly and will absolutely make you beg. Very skillful and loves to draw out your pleasure until you cry. Into pussy spanking. Very vocal and demands you be as well. Won't stop until you are screaming and even then he'll probably continue.

Mark Griffin

Languid. Loves to take his time and ease you into your orgasm(s). Kisses your lower abdomen and massages your legs in between rounds, staying firmly between your thighs, will hum songs against your clit and make you guess them. Eats you out whenever he stressed because it makes him feel better.

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All graphics used are made by the wonderful Ripley! @keep-it-light NSFW 18+

My asks are always open for ideas and personalized requests, although do bear in mind I'm a university student, so the responses may be slow. I'm generally open to writing anything dark, so don't be shy; the only limits that I hope you bear in mind are:

Needles (For medical reasons)

Anything medical-related (I'm fine with blood play or injuries

Feederism - Anything related to weight loss or gain Feederism (I'm totally down for writing plus sized characters!)

Suicide - I'm fine with characters having invasive thoughts (as that's perfectly normal) but not the act of self-harm.

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The Stomach

Hollyoaks

Walker Request

Velvet Green

Thin Blue Line (Series)

Dream Team

Store Bought Cum

Casualty

Thy Mercy

Worthy (Of his love)

Later

Richard Headcannons  #1

Peter Returns

Hook Headcannons #1

Beyond The Rave

Mirror Mirror

Never Trust A Vampire

Nikolai Headcannon

Detroit Become Human

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Extinction

Plastic

Stranded

Dalziel and Pascoe

High

Doctors (2014)

The Last Drop

The Discovery Of Heaven

The Discovery Of Love

As If

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Fears, Chances, & Love Pt.1

pairing: Father Anthony x fem!reader

warnings: pushing away who you love, fears of not being good enough, fears of loving, fear of judgment, bit of angst (especially in pt. 2 and 3 PREPARE YOURSELF)

note: This doesn't go fully with the episode, but he is still in the hospital for the infection from the home tattoo removal. And, I just decided to go with a different direction than this.

word count: 2.7k

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Third Person P.O.V

She's exhausted. This day was already crazy enough with how busy the hospital was. This day simply cannot get any more crazy. But, oh was she wrong, she pushed the bathroom door open to try and get a breath somewhere quiet, finding a priest stood at the sinks. His eyes flit up, hair falling over his forehead in an unkempt manner, blues meeting her own eyes in the mirror.

She stares at him in curiosity in the mirror like she's seen him before. And she has...about 2 years ago... "Holy shit...", she whispers then shakes her head, "Crap sorry um....", she says embarrassed she said that. Her words have his eyes widening, her familiar voice causing his chest to tighten uncomfortably, He'd turn to look at her in the doorway, heart in his throat as he's left speechless, her name coming out in a breathless whisper, " Y/N..?" She looks up at him again. It was him. "Anthony?", she asks. His hands gripping the edge of the counter a little tighter. His shoulders droop a little, "It's been awhile, huh?", he smiles some still looking at her through the mirror. She chuckles nervously and smirks, "Yeah um...almost 2 years I guess.", she says leaning on the door. 'Just about two years and a few months, actually.', the thought has his expression tightening a little. It had been awhile. Tooooo long, he thinks, glancing over her for a moment. "How've you been?" He asks, keeping his voice calm. She shrugs, "As good as I can be I guess. You?", she asks. "Doing alright," he answers, the corner of his lip lifting up just a little. "Better now, I suppose." He looks at her briefly again. She kinda smirks at him but then realized he is here at the hospital. She goes confused, "What are you doing here anyways?", she asks taking a step towards him from the door she was leaning on. "Ah...",He suddenly looks more embarrassed, reaching up to scratch at the back of his neck. Anthony's eyes dart away from her, "I.. kind of did something stupid" She takes another a step to him "What did you do?", she asks trying to see if it's the reason he was putting a cloth on his chest. Anthony's eyes stay on her as she walks over to him, stopping in very close proximity, having to look down at her to keep eye contact. "I-" he mumbles sheepishly, raising a hand to attempt to cover his collarbone. "I kinda used a- a tattoo removal kit," he muttered. She tries to understand what he just said and chuckles, "Sorry what now?" "You heard me right... " he mumbled, face going red. "I tried to use a tattoo removal kit to get rid of my tattoo. Turns out they aren't as.. effective as I thought they'd be," he chuckled bitterly. She furrows her eyebrows "Let me see?", she says stepping to him a bit more. Anthony swallows, dropping his hand to his side again, reluctantly pulling the collar of his shirt down just enough for her to see the infected and scarring spot below his collarbone. "..Don't laugh at me" he grumbled. She grimaced "Oh my god...I...sorry..", she says catching herself again with her words, but continues to look at the wound. He watches her grimace, letting out a scoff of a laugh, "Yes.. it's not one of my finest moments.." He lets go of the shirt, wincing a little as it brushes against the wound. She catches the part of the shirt keeping it open so she could look at it better "How long has it been like this?", she asks. Anthony watches her push his shirt further down, forcing his eyes onto her, instead of the proximity. "Couple days," he mumbles out quietly, "Tried to keep it covered up, but it only made it worse.." "Days?? Oh no we have to get this checked Anthony. You could be getting worse.", she says but Anthony shakes his head. "I just need antibiotics and I'll be fine.", he says making her look at him like he was stupid.

"Don't give me that look," he muttered, looking away from her, "I'll be fine. All I need is a bit of anti- septic spray and bandages. That'll fix it.", he says gathering the bandages again. She sighs, "Still as stubborn as ever...", she mumbles shaking his head. "And you're still as argumentative as ever," he retorted. His eyes met her again turning around to face her again, noticing how close they were. She stood so close that he could see a few of her freckles. "You need to get checked out. Don't think I won't try and drag you.", she says crossing her arms. "Oh really?" He chuckles, raising an eyebrow, "You gonna drag me to the doctors?" He watches her cross her arms over her chest, his expression shifting playfully, "What are you gonna do if I say no?", he asks with a smirk. "That lady I overheard trying to find a "Father Anthony." She with you and the church?", she asks with a smirk. "Y/N," he exhaled, eyeing her with a glare, "You wouldn't dare.", he says lowly. She smirks some with her own glare, "Wouldn't I? I would if it was the only way for you to get checked. That infection could spread fast and could lead to serious things let's not mention possible death if it's that bad. So...wouldn't I?", she says getting closer in his face some. Anthony goes silent for a moment, eyes staying locked with hers. He sighed, looking away at a spot to the wall behind her, "..Damn it.." He'd fold in a heartbeat if it meant she was using it for something as important as his health, and he thinks she knows it. "No... no.. you would. You absolutely would." "Glad to know you still know me like that...", she say softly looking up at him. Anthony's heart clenches uncomfortably, his eyes finally meeting hers again. She was looking at him.. too close, in such a soft manner with those eyes he's always found himself drowning in. Even after two years, she still had the same effect on him. Anthony stayed silent for a moment, swallowing. "How could I forget..?" He mumbled weakly. She looks away some with a small smile, then back up at him. "Come on let's check that infection out", she says. Anthony let out a heavy breath, straightening from the counter, "Alright, alright. But only if you promise me something" She looks back to him from walking to the door some "What is it?", she asks. Anthony pushes himself from the counter, walking with her towards the door, "You can't tell anyone about the scar. I don't want anyone to know it's from a tattoo" he mumbles. "Don't worry I won't tell miss church lady or anyone other than the doctor", she smiles softly at him. Anthony lets out a scoff, shaking his head, "Yeah her especially." They step outside into the hallway, Anthony falling into step alongside her, "I just...don't want the church finding out.", he says softly. She looks over at him as they walk. "Don't worry about it Tony...", she says looking back where his wound is. "Shame...kinda liked that tattoo.", she says with a small smirk as they are walking. Anthony's heart flutters for a second when she says his name. That familiar nickname she always used for him, one that no one else seemed to have permission to use. "Yeah, well..." he mumbled. He followed her, with a pout, "I did too."

They get to a place in the emergency department and she sits Anthony on a bed "Okay. Doctor should be here in a minute. Let me take a look at it again.", she says standing in front of him. Anthony sighed quietly, his gaze shifting from her to look around the emergency room. He hated hospitals, hated the smell and atmosphere. The lights always bothered his eyes and- "Ah!" He winces, feeling her cold hands on his skin, tugging his shirt down, revealing the infected skin. "Jesus, it's sticking to your shirt more. Might have to get you in a hospital gown. I'll put some antiseptic on until the doc gets here", she says going to get the stuff from the side and then hands him a gown. "Once I'm finished with this you can change into that. Gonna have to take your shirt off for now though.", she says going back over to get the antiseptic ready and bandages as Anthony slowly got on the gown as she wasn't looking. His hands go to the buttons on his shirt, slowly undoing them one by one. "Can't believe you'd make a priest take his shirt off for you" he joked out quietly to try and lessen the tension. She scoffs and smiles some, "Jokes on you. Or did you forget we have seen each other naked before?", she jokes quietly beside him as she gets the antiseptic ready. Anthony huffed in response, rolling his eyes with a faint smile. "Yeah.... I definitely remember." He muttered. He finished the buttons to his shirt, shifting the material from his shoulders. Once his shirt was off, he was revealed with a toned chest and stomach. She tries not to stare so she bites her lower lip as she then concentrates on putting the antiseptic liquid on the infection as she walked over to him. He watched her bite her lip, looking so focused for a moment. His expression softened, watching her move the liquid around with care. Even her small, and gentle touches against his skin was enough to make his heart pick up speed. She focuses but then feels his gaze on her and she looks up some. Anthony didn't even realize that he'd been staring at her until her eyes glanced up. The way she looked up at him, with such gentle eyes, just like she always did... it made him shiver. He swallowed thickly, his fingers curling into the gown, "Ah.. sorry.." he mumbled. She smiles some, "It's fine.", she says then covers it up with a bandage cloth.

"Just keep your hand on that for right now.", she says. Their hands touching when Anthony was going to replace hers. But when theirs touch they just look up and stare at each other again. They don't move for a few seconds. Just looking into each other's eyes. Then, a move of the curtain makes Y/N pull her hand away and make sure Anthony has his hand on it. Anthony's eyes flit to the doctor, a wave of relief hitting him. He had never been good at being looked over, at being touched or examined. It had always made him uncomfortable to some degree. Of course with Y/N being in the room.. that comfort doubled. He didn't feel too worried to have her there with him. Anthony told the doctor what was wrong and the doctor examined him fully and gave Y/N directions to start an iv. Anthony stayed silent and still through most of the examining, flinching every now and again at the more painful touches. Anthony watched as she came back over, heart racing, thudding against his chest. He felt her take his arm, It was then that a certain memory came back to him. He remembered she did tell him something to help. To keep his mind occupied. She whispers to herself just the trick he was remembering "One. Two...poke goes through...", she starts staying the little rhyme as she sticks in the needle in his arm. Anthony looks down at his arm, watching as the needle disappears into his skin, and swears his heartbeat skips entirely. But, then he starts mumbling the rhyme with her, voice low but still heard, Three. Four...no pain anymore.", he looks up at her and she was already looking at him when he finished the little rhyme. She smiles some as she takes out the needle replacing it with the tube, and looks at him as she tapes it, she chuckles "You remember that too.", she says throwing the stuff away. He couldn't help but chuckle quietly with her, a smile slowly creeping onto his lips, "Of course, remember. You're the one that taught me it." He looked down as she did the tape, and then just watching her. She smiles at him and then the doctor comes back. "Y/N could you fetch me some of the advanced infection supplies while I look things over?", the doctor says to her and she nods and then glances at Anthony then walks away. He watches her walk away, the room falling silent besides for the doctor doing his inspection. Anthony then felt the room start to spin, and a wave of nausea suddenly hit him. His skin felt suddenly too hot, and his head ached. It had come on so suddenly and out of nowhere. That infection was far worse than it seemed. The doctor notices along with his heart speeding up a few minutes after he was even hooked up to the machine, and then he called on another nurse to help him “Yep, it’s turned to Septic shock.”, and then starts shouting orders around. Anthony didn’t catch the words the doctor was saying at first. He just knew he felt suddenly sick and dizzy, heart thudding hard against his ribs. He felt the other nurses approach him, beginning to feel more anxious by the second. He was in and out still when 10 mins later he hears, “What the hell? What's happening?!”, Y/N…she’s panicking. Anthony was drifting in and out of consciousness, head lolled back against the thin pillow, beads of sweat forming in his forehead. But he could still hear Y/N’s voice ringing through his ears, loud and panicked. He knew she had come back. He opened his eyes, groggily lifting his head to look in her direction. “He was going into shock. But we calmed it down.”, the doctor says and Y/N goes to his side. “Anthony. Hey, can you hear me?”, she says putting a hand to his cheek. Anthony groggily looked up at her, his blurry vision slowly adjusting to focus on her. Her hand on his cheek felt cold against his suddenly burning skin, making him lean into her touch. He blinked a few times, trying to focus, “Y-Y/N…” he mumbled quietly. “I’m here. Just try and breathe and relax as well as you can.”, She moves stray hair from his face and helps the doctor with whatever he needs. Then, Anthony was out and falling asleep. 

Anthony then starting remembering the memories of them both. The good times. Memories of Y/N. Memories of them. All the time they had together two years ago. Despite all that time, Anthony still wasn’t over her. He then remembers telling her he was fully going and moving to a new congregation and had fully believed he found his faith. That he had to leave, and, it was possibly the end of what they had…they both knew it was…but it didn't help the pain he knew she felt but tried to hide. He felt it too he couldn’t deny it. he cared for her deeply no matter how rebellious she was or maybe some may say unlady like in some ways. But he didn't care. Anthony couldn’t stop the memories from flooding through his head. Everything from their first date, to when he told her that he had to leave. He could still see the heartbreak in her eyes, the unshed tears. He could still remember the way her fingers clenched on his, how they both held each other tightly for the last time before they went their separate ways. It had hurt for both of them. But he always swore to himself that it was for the best, for her own good. He felt like he was standing there, watchin them both. And as he was remembering everything, he realized right there he was thinking of himself. He never asked what she may have wanted for them…and now two years later she was here again…taking care of him with doctors. Was this maybe another chance? 

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