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lightofthemoonglow · 7 months

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kinktober day seven and eight

Virginity | Waxplay | Stuck in Wall

Breeding | Gore | Master & Slave

third person reader because that is how it turned out oops

Sequel here

Thomas Hewitt

The day had finally come.

The wedding dress is older than the bride. The bride is considered an adult in every part of the world, in basically every sense. And yet she still wears a dress that Luda Mae had brought for herself a long time ago, back when she had hopes for a whole other life that had never come to pass. It’s obvious why she’s doing this, but it’s harmless in comparison to everything else about the situation.

One interaction had been all it had taken for this deal to be worked out. The bride had come from a family of carnival workers that had passed through Travis County that had decided to stick around, her mother becoming friendly with Luda Mae despite the two of them living seemingly very different lives. All the girl had done was shyly ask Tommy about his job at the slaughterhouse as she offered him a bowl of the chili she had brought over. This was some good meat. I bet you had something to do with it. And Luda Mae had noticed the shift in her son’s body language, how he wasn’t as on guard as he normally was for a moment.

It had started as joke between the two mothers. And then they had started seriously discussing it. It made sense. The pool of candidates was already small and neither of their children were exactly…popular. The bride had struggled to finish school after fighting tooth and nail to get in. Thomas had dropped out. Their families were already close. And then, the tornado happened, killing the bride’s father. It was as good a time as any, they had figured. The town was dying slowly, the writing was on the wall. They needed to make it happen before the bride left town for good.

And so, they had wound up in the backyard of the house, the town preacher pronouncing the young couple man and wife, on edge due to the gun that Charlie had aimed at him, ready to pull the trigger if this marriage wound up not being true in the eyes of the lord. While he didn’t believe in that shit, Luda Mae did and his sister’s word was law in their home. The bride was a vision in antique white, her voice trembling as she said ‘I do’. Thomas only grunted in response, Charlie snapping ‘the boy damn well does!’ when the preacher tried to get the larger man to speak.

“I’m glad it’s you,” Luda Mae says to the bride after the cake has been cut and everyone is milling about the yard, the preacher nowhere to be seen. He would never be seen again, but no one would notice or care. “You always had a kind word for my boy.”

And for the first time since her hesitantly uttered vows, the bride speaks. “Of course. He’s a good boy. This was all just a little fast, Mrs. Luda Mae.” But that was intentional, something she would realize later. The mother of the bride had all but dragged her down the aisle. The woman had cried, wailed as she told her daughter that she need to do this, so she could be taken care of, implying that it wouldn’t be long until the bride’s parents were reunited.

After the party, the happy couple was led upstairs, where they were to stay all night. “I want a grandbaby by next spring,” Luda Mae instructed. It wasn’t the wistful dreaming of a woman who yearned to more little ones to spoil. Well, it was, but her tone was that of an order. They were going to grow the family, one way or another.

The room was dim, the sun peeking through the curtains. Thomas makes no move to take off his mask, choosing to just stare at his new wife as she walked towards the bed. The dress is pulled off, revealing a white slip covering her everyday undergarments. She folds it up, so it can be put away in the morning. Maybe it will even be used again one day. The sun shines down on her as she lays on the bed, waiting for him to join her.

“It’s alright. If you…want to.” She speaks softly, not approach him too closely. “I know your mama said that we have to, but I can wait.” Thomas is staring at her, watching her legs twitch slightly, fascinated by the dark peaks on her chest. Her breathing is steady, she’s not looking for an escape. Her eyes are meeting his whenever he allows it. Thomas knows what to do. He’s seen farm animals do it and Charlie had shown him a movie once, short and filthy. Luda Mae had found out about it and been cross for weeks.

The real thing is different. Thomas feels almost cornered as he tentatively touches the hem of the slip. His fingers graze her bare skin and he flinches, which makes her sit up and grab his hand.

“It’s alright, it’s alright,” she coos, stroking his hand with her thumb. “Tommy…I know neither of us exactly wanted this to happen. But if it had to be anyone, I’m glad it was you. I’ve always liked you.” His face didn’t matter to her, she didn’t care that he had to hide what had been eaten away by the sickness inside of him. He wasn’t going to kiss her, he couldn’t get to that point. Not yet.

They needed to do what was expected of them first.

It takes a while, the sun is almost gone when Thomas is finally ready to get on top of her, still mostly dress, only his nice trousers unzipped. She’s naked, comfortable with allowing him to see, to explore. Her body is warm, soft, and he’s so hard it hurts until he pulls it out of his trousers. But he doesn’t put it in, not yet. He can’t quite manage that last little bit of movement, not yet.

“It could happen, Tommy. Us havin’ a baby because of tonight.” She strokes his arm, not touching his face, not until he’s ready. And maybe that won’t be tonight. “I like the idea. Go on and feel how much, darlin’.” She spreads her legs slightly to let him know he could touch her. His prodding fingers found something warm and wet, and when he pushes, a finger slips inside. “It’s good when it’s wet like that. Means I’m excited. Like you are now.”

Another fingers joins the first and she gasps, but she doesn’t stop him. “We could make a baby tonight. You and me…” The images start coming to Thomas as he fingers explore her. His wife’s belly swollen with their child, her tits full of milk, everyone knowing that she belonged to him and only him-

He’s inside of her before he can stop himself. She gasps, grabbing onto his shoulders as his cock fills her up. Her breasts bounce as he thrusts, slow and experimental at first. “Good boy, good boy,” she whispers, her body suddenly filles with sensations she’s never felt before. Thomas is equally overwhelmed, she’s so warm and wet and good and hot and everything he’s ever wanted. She’s gripping onto him tightly, he’s in awe of the sight of himself inside of her.

Thick fingers stuff his seed back inside of her after he’s done, and he prays for the first time in years that it worked.

#thomas hewitt x reader #leatherface x reader #slasher x reader #kinktober 2023 #holy shit this one got away from me

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kneelingshadowsalome · 6 months

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So~ Arab!Reader has been living in my head and heart for a while now so I wanna share some Reader-isms that are closer to my own cultural experience (ignore this if it's annoying btw no hard feelings whatsoever)

-Her love language is arguing, has not met a hill she wouldn't die on. will sometimes get on the table or ask him to crouch down so they can look eye to eye as she fights tooth and nail over something she stopped caring about like 10 minutes ago but she's having too much fun. calls him "your majesty" or Sultan/Sheikh sarcastically in every argument.

-He told her to just buy candles instead of burning incense that produces so much smoke since "they do the same job anyway", she reacted like he just insulted her ancestors.

-Not a drinker but has a minor coffee/tea addiction, knows every cafe nearby by heart and has a whole set up at home, loves making him try new drinks she found online or from her childhood.

-Will take a million pictures of everything and especially him, doesn't matter what's happening, it must be recorded "for our grandbabies, habibi🥺"

-Desert camping trips!! König can start the fire while she's in charge of preparing tea and coffee. she's mostly excited about finding a dune buggy to rent for a day that's actually comfortable for his size, they ride until sunset when both of them are a sand covered giggling mess. finally they get to cuddle and star gaze, keeping each other safe from the cold desert nights.

-if they ever get married this is an inevitable conversation:

"Liebe, you said we are having a small wedding"

"Mhm"

"the guest list is 600 people minimum..?"

"...yes?"

poor guy, his saving grace is that men have a very small role in weddings here, just sit, take pictures, cut cake, then leave with your bride. no need to write vows, dance, or even kiss in front of people.

-NO PDA!! hand holding is the most they do in public and even that's scandalous sometimes. he tried to kiss her hand in a shop once and she pulled it back so fast he was pouty for like two days after the fact. He learns to appreciate this though because he can clearly tell when she's feeling possessive in public when she clings to his side, loves to tease her about it; "a hand on my lower back, schatz? how indecent of you"

-Cat-calls him as he's going out of the shower but only in Arabic, so he doesn't know how to respond to the wolf-whistles and enthusiastic yelling, the only reason he's sure it's positive is that he gets his face squished soon after, he can at least make out the stretched out word 'Habiiiibiiiiiiii~" Cue flustered mess König

-calls him her Antara, one of the most famous and celebrated warriors in Arabian history, who was also a great romantic and wrote so many poems about his beloved Abla. (Antara Ibn Shaddad, if anyone is curious)

Oh god I'm going feral I’m not even kidding ❤️‍🔥💀

The arguing thing would get soooo interesting because I think that König has an anxious/disorganized attachment style so he’d try to avoid any kind of arguments and disagreements with his woman. If König can’t tame his darling, he’ll just let her have her way so that he doesn't have to suffer from the sudden tightness in his chest.

But... If she’s doing shit like climbing on the table to stare him down, König wouldn't be able to keep a straight face. He'd soon relax into the situation and then start to tease her about her temper. Corrects his posture so that he's still taller than her, and gives her a warm, knowing smile :) His Liebling is so cute when she's angry.

And lol König would be suspicious about the incense, he’s not used to that kind of stuff at all, but he’ll be damned before he says anything. Discreetly tries to open the window sometimes but closes it immediately if darling walks into the room (no use, she already saw him and he's going to get an earful).

But omg no pda??? Very hard for König but he will respect your wishes in this. You can see it in his eyes that he’s being a bit of a sad sulking puppy about it, of course it all dissipates if you put that hand on his lower back... This will be like foreplay to him, you're a forbidden fruit until you two are behind closed doors, and if you “break the rules” while he’s playing nice then whoo. Prepare to get your guts rearranged when you get home!

Still, if König can’t kiss his bride at the wedding he’ll start a war. 600 guests is negotiable, as long as he can kiss her in front of everyone and declare her as his own.

#oh and the Antara part and the desert camping trip have me howling at the moon #longingly #I'M YEARNING #answered

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enchantedsoulofmine · 1 year

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Merry Christmas

Chris Evans x Fem! reader

Summary: This time on Christmas you and Chris both have been quite exhausted with your two months old but then again, the Christmas spirit will not be down!

Warnings: Nah

Note: English is my second language.

‘And he’s down’ Chris came running down the stairs towards the couch where you were sitting and drinking your coffee. ‘Thank you, Chris’ you smiled.

‘no need my love, you deserve some rest’ Chris sat down on the couch beside you and leaned towards you to kiss your forehead. You kept your cup on the table and laid your head on Chris’ shoulder, while he held your hand and started to caress your hair with his other hand.

‘Mom called me in the morning and said that she wants to spend Christmas with us,’ Chris said looking down at you, ‘really? that would be so good, it’s her grandson’s first Christmas tomorrow, and I’m gonna be baking her favorite biscuit cake’ you grinned, ‘not only hers but it’s my fav too’ Chris pecked your lips and smiled, ‘it’s been a while since we met her’ he sighed, ‘yeah’ you closed your eyes leaning on Chris’ arms.

‘What a year this was!’ Chris sighed, ‘I know right, a lot of things took place’ you smiled reminiscing some of the best moments of your life from this year. ‘The best thing I got to experience this year was your pregnancy and the birth of our own child’ Chris said, you smiled hearing his words.

‘That was no doubt the best thing we experienced’ you grinned, remembering the time when you saw two pink lines on the pregnancy test you took, then you and your husband getting emotional when your baby bump got visible, some cute moments with Dodger and the moment when you felt your baby’s kick, his heartbeat and finally, the second best moment of your life, first being you getting married to Chris, the moment you heard a shrill cry of a baby while you lay exhausted on the hospital bed with Chris on your side, whispering words of pride.

‘Tomorrow will be his first Christmas’ you grinned excitedly, ‘I got him a cute reindeer outfit’ you looked at Chris who smiling at you.

‘Well, I’m really eager to see him wearing it tomorrow’ Chris leaned down to kiss your lips. The kiss soon became a heated make-out session, a cry broke your kiss and you saw Dodger coming down the stairs barking signaling you to come upstairs and tend to the baby. You and Chris giggled and got up. Chris scratched Dodger’s ears and went after you towards the nursery.

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‘Damn, he’s looking so adorable’ Chris laughed looking at his son who was dressed in a reindeer outfit https://pin.it/6vphfUN Chris cradled the baby in his arms and kissed his soft cheeks. you prepared the delicacies for the Christmas dinner and you and Chris were waiting for Lisa

You put the baby inside his small crib and started caressing his brown hair which he inherited from his father, you felt muscular arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you backward. your back clashed with your husband’s stoned chest and you turned around shyly.

Chris lifted your face so that your eyes met his and leaned down to kiss your soft lips. the doorbell tinged and Chris went to open the door. ‘Mom’ Chris said out loud and threw his arms over his mum, ‘my darling’ Lisa softly said and caressed Chris’ hair. ‘Y/n’ Lisa smiled at you and came to hug you. you hugged her back.

‘Where’s my grandbaby?’ Lisa asked and you and Chris led her towards the crib where your son lay sucking his pacifier. ‘Oh my goodness’ Lisa cried picking up the baby.

All three of you had Christmas dinner with Chris’ siblings on skype eating their dinners. All of you laughed and shared some of the childhood stories of your husband and enjoyed the Christmas dinner.

When the time came for the gifts, all of you gave each other’s gifts. Chris gave you a beautiful pearl necklace and while you were taking a look at it, he leaned and whispered in your ear ‘there’s one more gift for you in the bedroom’

You looked at him smiling while he gave you a wink with a naughty smirk plastered on his face.

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Hey! I posted this fic early because I will not be able to access Tumblr for a few days.

My life’s going really shit right now! 😢😢

#chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans oneshot #merry christmas #chris evans fandom #chris evans imagine #chris evans husband #chris evans x reader #dad chris evans imagine

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strawberriescherrieskiwi · 2 years

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The most important day.

Anon request:

Dad Anthony Bridgerton please??

With like a lil girl named Ophelia and a boy named Edmund??

Wordcount: 2.6K+

A/N: Had way too much fun writing this. Anthony as a father is something I need more of in my life.

Warning: Fluffy, unedited.

“Now where have my little darlings?” Anthony said in wonder as he playfully looked around the parlor. Tiny giggles could be heard from behind the piano followed by louder shushing.

“Quiet, or they will hear us,” Ophelia said loudly. She had yet to grasp the concept of whispering perfectly. She thought she was, but if it wasn’t already apparent where they were, her high-pitched 5-year-old voice would have given them away.

“Oh oh, no laughing, sorry,” Edmund apologized to his big sister, though she was only a little over a year older than the toddler, she was full of wisdom and Eddie was eager to learn from her. He followed behind her as if she was mama duck beside his parents she was his favorite person.

Anthony slyly moved closer to the piano. “I guess my little ones are truly gone. Oh, mother, whatever will I do?” He said dramatically sitting down on the stool. Violet smiled fondly from across the room where she was working on needlework.

“That is truly awful, dear. My sweet grandbabies missing. Whatever shall we do,” she played along and added a fake sniffle to really sell it. More giggling was heard, this time for both of the little Bridgertons.

“And I just saw Y/n setting the table. Looks like she made some plum cakes for breakfast with sweet chocolate. I guess I will have to eat them all by myself,” Anthony said sighing, getting up and making his way towards the door.

“Did papa say plum cakes?” Eddie asked, but not giving his sister time to answer as he got to his feet running to hug his father’s legs. “Papa, no no. Here I am. I am not missing. Ready for breakfast,” he said clinging to his father.

Laughing, Anthony, picked up his son, swinging him around in his arm before placing him on his hip. “My boy! There you are, I was so worried. I thought I would never see you again,” he said, kissing all over your little boy’s face, causing Edmund to explode into giggles.

“Enough, papa, enough,” he begged.

Anthony chuckled, pressing another kiss to his forehead before ruffling his hair. “But wait, there is someone missing, where is my darling daughter? Do you know where your sister is?” Anthony pondered.

Ophelia stood from her hiding place. Her hair was fuzzy and all over her head, no longer in the nice ribbon that Anthony had tied. She pushed her hair out of her face, huffing at her brother. “Eddie, papa only said plum cakes to trick you,” she asked to the younger of the two.

He gasped looking at his father. “Is that true, papa?”

“Of course not, I would never lie about plum cakes,” Anthony assured his son.

“You promise,” she asked with wide brown eyes that matched Anthony’s.

“I promise, darling, papa did not lie about plum cakes, they are too important,” Anthony said, before crouching low, placing his son on one knee, grinning at his daughter.

Ophelia broke out into a big toothy grin as she ran into her father’s arm wrapping her arms around his neck. “I messed up my hair, papa,” she mumbled into his neck as he stood up with both his darlings in his arms.

“I know, darling. Don’t worry, I’m sure mama will be happy to help you fix it, now let’s go eat breakfast,” he said, kissing both their heads.

Violet smiled as she walked her son walk out of the parlor with his children. She had never seen Anthony so happy. She always feared he would not enjoy children after having to be a father to his siblings so young. She worried she had robbed him of the joys of fatherhood and he would be cold towards them, but she was wrong. From the moment you married her son, she could see the change in him. He was lighter, happier, and already eager to start your family.

She was lucky that he found you, and that you two created such a beautiful family together. She looked down at her needlework, she couldn’t wait to hear how he would react to this gift. Getting up she joined her family in the dining room.

“Papa I want lots and lots of plum cakes,” Ophelia asked, patting her eyes at her father. You couldn’t help but laugh from your place next to Edmund. Ophelia believed she was a lot older than she was, she was a lot like her auntie Eloise, outspoken and not afraid of anything and she had her father wrapped around her fingers.

“Of course, darling, but make sure to eat something else as well, don’t want to give yourself a tummy ache,” he said as he fixed her plate. While your home had servants, you preferred to give them the morning off and tend to the house by yourself, making and serving the breakfast yourself. Anthony often applauds you for how much you did, you were a true marvel to him and he often liked to help you in the kitchen, making breakfast as a family.

“Mama, can I have a bit more chocolate,” Edmund asked as he held up his cup, he already had chocolate all over his face, causing you to laugh, quickly cleaning his face.

“Why not have some tea, we can have some more chocolate this afternoon?” You suggested instead. Eddie pouted, glancing at his father for support, but Anthony raised an eyebrow at the toddler.

Dramatically sighing, Eddie nodded, “Yes, mama.” And then he perked up. “Today papa doesn’t work, right?” He asked.

“Doesn’t work. Now, why would I not work?” Anthony teased as he picked up the paper, pretending to read.

“Papa, we are going to the flowers today, remember?” Ophelia said, with a mouth full of cake.

“Sugar plum, don’t talk with food in your mouth, it’s impolite,” you reminded her.

She nodded, swallowing and wiping her mouth. She grabbed her cup of chocolate taking a long sip before turning to her father. “Remember, papa, flowers,” She repeated.

Anthony tried to hide his smile at his little girl, but it was too hard and he broke, dropping the paper on the table. “Of course, I remember. How could I forget my favorite day of the week.”

Since Anthony and you had such busy schedules most of the time, once a week, mostly Wednesday, Anthony and you took the children out of the house for a family day, each time it is something different, but their favorite place was the flower field growing near Aubrey Hall. They loved running around the flowers as Anthony and you chased them and then having a nice lunch on a blanket.

“That’s not funny, papa,” Eddie pouted from his place, but Anthony getting him a bit more chocolate had him grinning and forgiving his father.

“Anthony, you are spoiling him,” you scowled your husband lovingly.

“I am unable to deny my children and my wife anything. I can’t help it,” he shrugged getting up from the table. “I do have a bit of work to finish up, it won’t take more than a few minutes. I promise,” Anthony said as he made his way across the table, kissing you sweetly.

Smiling, you cupped his chin, pressing your lips harder to his. You got lost in your husband for a moment until an eww is sounded, causing you both to pull away from each other, chuckling.

Violet chuckled, shushing her grandbabies and getting up as well. “Okay, you two, why don’t you come with me to get cleaned up and ready to go.” Ophelia and Edmund quickly jumped out of their chairs to attach themselves to their grandmother, giggling as she ushered them out of the room.

“Now where were we,” Anthony teased, leaning down to reconnect your lips.

Half an hour later, you held a picnic basket in one hand and Anthony’s in the other as Lia and Eddie ran ahead, holding hands and giggling to each other. It was a warm and sunny Autumn day and you couldn’t ask for better water, the Autumn flowers were in full bloom and the leaves were just falling. Anthony’s hands slipped from yours, wrapping around your waist pulling you closer, pressing a kiss to your head.

“Papa, mama, come chase us,” Lia laughed, turning around to grin at you both.

“In just a minuted darlings, let’s set up the blanket first, why don’t get come help us, and then we can all play together,” You called out once you stopped at a tree that looked shady and perfect to have lunch.

They happily skipped over to you both, Eddie taking the basket from your hands and nearly tipping over, with Lia quickly coming to help him. Anthony grabbed the basket from his tiny darlings, pulling at the blanket. Each of you took a corner of the blanket.

“Okay ready, one, two, three,” You counted as you all raised the blanket up, dropping it onto the ground. Anthony placed the basket down before rolling up his sleeves. “Now did someone ask to be chased?” He teased as he slowly started toward his children.

Ophelia’s eyes widened and she grabbed her little brother’s hand before screaming and running away. Anthony grinned cracking his knuckles as he took off after the children, running slower than usual so they could get away.

You watched as he chased them around, the closer he got to them the louder they scream before he snatched up Eddie causing him to erupt in laughter, as Anthony tickled him.

“Lia, safe yourself, run to mama,” He got out between giggles. Standing up you dramatically ran towards your daughter as she ran towards you with Anthony hot on her tail with your son recruited to his side.

“Mama help, papa and Eddie are going to get me,” she screamed as she ran into your open arms. Quickly you picked her up and ran in the opposite direction as your husband chased you both.

“Darling, I am right on your tail,” Anthony teased.

“We are going to get you, mama,” Eddie added.

“NEVER” shouted Lia as you ran faster.

Anthony and Eddie chased you two around and around when suddenly Anthony wrapped his arm around your waist pulling your body flush against his, only he pulled you too quickly and lost your balance making the whole family tumble to the ground. Anthony quickly flipped you all over so he would take the worse of the fall. You landed on his chest with the children in between the two of you. You laughed looking down at your husband. While Anthony groaned from the fall, he was laughing along with the rest of you.

His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed as he laughed, his smile wide and it seemed like the sun was shining in his smile. You’ve been married to Anthony was years and it was rare to see him this happy.

Moving to lie next to Anthony you looked up at the sky. Eddie moved to cuddle into your arms, and Lia moved into her father’s hold. As the laughter died down, you all just stayed on your backs watching the cloud.

“That one looks like a rabbit, don’t you agree, Ophelia?” Anthony whispered to her, pointing at the cloud

She nodded against his chest, pointing at another one. “That one looks like your carriage papa,” She said excitedly.

Edmund sat up, furrowing his little eyebrows confused. “I don’t see it,” he whined.

Smiling, you ran your hands through his hair sitting up, pulling him closer into your lap. “It’s okay my darling, following my hand. Do you see it?” You asked as he pointed at the carriage liking cloud.

“Oh, that. That does look like papa’s carriage,” He grinned, then he turned to look at you. “Can we go pick flowers, now?” He asked.

Anthony smiled, standing and putting his daughter on his hip. “You know, Eddie, it is the perfect time to pick flowers. How did you know?” He said smiling down at him, holding out his hand for his son.

Climbing out of your lap, Eddie took his father’s hand before reaching back for you. Smiling, you got to your feet, Grabbing your son’s other hand. “Let’s get a lot of flowers and then we can put them all around the house, won’t that be lovely?” You asked as you and Anthony started walking towards a ground of purple flowers.

“Down, please papa,” Lia said, kissing her father’s cheek as he put her on her feet. She took his hand instead and reached out grabbing some flowers, and showing them off to both of you.

“Very pretty, Lia, just like you,” Anthony said, taking a flower and putting it behind her ear.

She smiled widely at him before letting go of his hand to run off and get more flowers. Eddie grinned up at both of you for a moment before running after her. Anthony holds out his hand, bowing slightly. “Viscountess Bridgerton, would you like to go for a walk and pick flowers with me,” He asked.

Your heart fluttered. Even after all these years of marriage, he still had this effect on you. The spark and passion never died down with the two of you. Inclining your head slightly, he took his hand. “I would be honored, Viscount Bridgerton.”

You two walked around with the children running around the field, sometimes grabbing one of you to pulling behind them and then see something distracting and you were abandoned again.

Slowly you made your way to the blanket. Anthony spread out next to you, lounging comfortable. “Are you relaxed, my love?” you asked, reaching out to trace the side of his face with the pads of your thumb.

Anthony smiled warmly at you. “There is nothing more relaxing then being out here with you all. My life is better for moments like this with you,” He said grabbing your hand kissing it sweetly.

“And what would you say if our little family grew bigger?” You said curiously.

Anthony was silent for a moment staring between your face and your stomach. He sat up quickly moving close to you, grabbing your hands. “Are you telling me, what I think you are telling me?” He asked quietly, a smile already spreading across his face.

A matching smile graced your own face, leaning closer to him. “You are going to be a father of three, Lord Bridgerton,” you said.

Cupping your jaw, Anthony pulled you closer as he kissed you, deeply. “Truly nothing in the world could make me happier than knowing we are going to have another child. Another life made by our love is the best news,” he said sincerely.

You chuckled feelings tears roll down your cheeks. “You have gotten me emotional, Anthony,” you chastise as he wiped your tears, kissing each of your cheeks.

“Not my intention, but I do love you. More than anything in the world and I love our family,” he said kissing you again.

“Mama are you doing kissing papa, I am hungry,” Lia asked. Pulling away, you saw she was standing only a few feet away from you both. Eddie was already sitting on the blanket and staring at the basket.

“Yes, I am done. I’m sorry Ophelia, how dare I get between you and food,” you jested, but of course, she didn’t understand and spoke anyways. “You are forgiven.” You laughed just seeing how much of Anthony was in her.

Grabbing the basket, Anthony pulled his daughter and son between his legs. “Now what yummy things did mama pack for us,” he smiled as they all opened the basket.

#anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton imagine #anthony bridgerton fanfic #anthony bridgerton x reader #Bridgerton #anthony bridgerton imagines #dadanthony

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theroyalsims · 1 year

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“GIDDY” QUEEN EMILIA AND PRINCE JACQUES SPOTTED

They’re VERY happy to be new grandparents, and it clearly shows!

Her Majesty The Queen and Prince Jacques were spotted wearing huge smiles on their faces, while they were out shopping near the town centre in Briar Park. The royal couple took a personal day off, no doubt to pay their grandbaby a visit.

The Queen was said to have cried tears of joy when she was told that Eleanore had delivered a baby girl. The baby’s gender was reportedly kept a surprise by the couple to family and friends.

The yet-to-be-named Baby Girl Harvelle is the first grandchild of the Queen and Prince Jacques. The little darling will not be in the line of succession, but she will reportedly be styled as “Lady,” as the daughter of an Earl.

The new grandparents looked adorable, walking hand-in-hand down the town’s main street. The couple was spotted at a local bakery where they bought bread, cake, and loads of pink cupcakes for the palace staff and medical personnel who helped during Eleanore’s delivery. The Countess gave birth via home birth at Briar Palace, a stone’s throw away from their country home in Briar Cottage.

The royal duo also did some grocery shopping. While they were accompanied by a royal protection officer, Her Majesty and His Royal Highness didn’t seem to mind the onlookers who greeted them and took their photos.

One picture in particular went viral: a shot showing The Prince holding His Queen’s hand and laughing as they exited a shop. The snap was placed side by side with a still from their wedding decades ago (see top photo), and a user uploaded it along with the hashtag #SomeThingsNeverChange. The post has since captured peoples attention, and has birthed the “Then And Now Challenge,” with people posting photos of their parents and grandparents on their wedding day alongside their latest pictures.

The Queen and Prince Jacques also earned praises for ageing gracefully and naturally. Prince Jacques has been rocking some serious grey hair these past few months, and the hunky royal seems to have embraced his glasses instead of his go-to contact lenses. The Queen also wore glasses and went completely make-up free for the casual trip ‘round town, flaunting her bare face - wrinkles, freckles, age spots, and all. The Queen, known for her shiny golden locks, seems to have let the natural greys grow out.

One user wrote:

“I love how they literally grew old together. I was a teenager when they got married and they were the picture perfect couple. She looked like a fairytale princess and he was the perfect prince charming. Now, they’re both so much older, but they still look so beautiful together. it’s so heartwarming that they’re still going strong. I love their love story!”

Another person commented:

“I really admire the fact that our Queen and Prince Consort did not succumb to the pressures of fighting ageing, unlike most people their age. They fully embrace their age, and it just shows how happy they are with each other. I especially love how Jacques looks at Emilia. It’s like she’s the only woman in the world for him. BRB, Imma find me my own Prince Jacques.”

We quite agree! These two age like fine wine! And of course, congrats on the grandbaby, Grandpa Jack-Jack and Grandma Lily!

#ts4 #theroyalsims #ts4 story #ts4 legacy #ts4 simblr #ts4 royals #ts4 royalty #ts4 royal family #ts4 royal story #ts4 royal legacy #mystory #emilia #jacques

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changingplumbob · 4 months

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Chopra Household: Chapter 5, Part 4

The baby shower continues, Lavina pops by and celebrates her birthday, then it's hospital time!

James: I know you have most of the stuff from your first two but Alexander and I wanted to get you a little something

Rahul: Oh James, you shouldn’t have

James: Nonsense. Can’t take the money with me. I know Dina is still being territorial about the Goth capital and I thought you two, sorry you five, deserved a bit of cushioning while you’ll be on family leave

Cassandra: Come inside, I’ve missed you lot

Charlie: Thanks for letting us bring Clover

Cassandra: We have so many animals here, what’s an extra good dog

Cassandra: I don’t understand why everything is so much more swollen this time

Devin: This is why you don’t get pregnant, right Charlie?

Charlie: Amen to that

Luna: I got quite big with the boys but luckily it seems to disappear pretty quickly after birth

Charlie: Yeah you are not changing my mind Luna

Devin: What are you making

Rahul: It’s meant to be cereal marshmallow squares but I think something went wrong

Devin: This is why I cook and Luna handles the baking. Anyway, do you two have some name ideas

Savannah notices Milton is feeling sad. She goes over and sits near him.

Savannah: Milton, I sorry

Milton: Huh

Savannah: I sorry I ask for password

Milton: Oh, no it’s fine Savannah, I’m not upset about that

Savannah: Uncle want some funny faces

Milton: It couldn’t hurt

Meanwhile Mercedes has again conned Alexander in to roughhouse play. She can’t do it with Cassandra while she’s pregnant so is getting in what she can with the visitors.

Lavina: I’m here! Sorry I’m late, traffic

Milton: What are you doing

Mercedes: Dancing. I good

Milton: I bet you’re excited about the new baby huh? Even though you’re still a baby, look at those cheeks

Milton leans forward to pinch them but Mercedes is too quick. Rather than her being pinched, Milton ends up with his fingers bitten. All the adults are too busy to notice so no one gets told off.

Lavina: How’s my brilliant grandbaby? Shall we practice some flashcards

Cassandra: She’s working on her numbers

Lavina: Oh how clever

Mercedes: *pouts*

Cassandra: Mercedes is getting better with her talking, she’s learning animals

Lavina: That's nice dear. Okay Savannah, what number is this

Savannah: Three!

Lavina: And this one

Savannah tries to peek around the card but Lavina tells her not to cheat.

With the baby shower over the twins get sandwiches while Rahul presents his mother with a cake.

Lavina: What is this

Rahul: You didn’t think I’d forget you turning 65 did you

Lavina: *scoffs* you needn’t say it quite so loud dear

Cassandra: It’s okay Lavina, we’re all family

Savannah: CAKE

Cassandra: No honeybee, you eat your sandwich

Lavina: Guess there’s no avoiding it. Here’s to elderhood!

Rahul attends to some chores while Cassandra has a much needed nap and the girls play outside.

Lavina: What are you doing in there

Savannah: Playing

Lavina: You don’t want to learn

Savannah: Play is learn-ding

Lavina: I see, okay dear, carry on

Mercedes: Nana, nana

Lavina: *sighs* yes dear, what is it

Mercedes: I learn words

Lavina: You mean learned. You learned words. And if you got that sentence wrong I do wonder

Mercedes gets mad and hits Lavina

Mercedes: I do learn nana

Lavina: Go away and hit something else, I’m not talking to you if you’re going to be like that

Cassandra wakes up and gets the two girls into their high chairs

Cassandra: Let’s see, how hungry are we

The girls aren’t overly hungry as they had sandwiches not long ago but Cassandra gets them milk to drink while she has dinner.

Mercedes: Mama, nana mean, she not like me

Cassandra: I’m sure she likes you

Savannah: Nana talk to me but not Mercedes

Cassandra: Really? Well I’ll talk to nana about it okay darlings, can’t have any sad faces here

Mercedes: Mama when baby here, where we

Cassandra: You’ll keep your room

Savannah: What about when baby coming

Cassandra: Oh! Okay when papa and I head to the hospital, Uncle Alexander will look after you

Mercedes: You be long

Cassandra: I hope not ladybug

Rahul: Bedtime I think

Mercedes: Papa I made yuck

Rahul: *sighs* come with me then

Mercedes: Papa, why table move

Rahul: Because the baby will need it more than you and your sister, so it’s back here in the nursery

Mercedes: Baby like me and Savannah

Rahul: I hope so, but it’s hard for babies to communicate ladybug, they might not seem like they do at first

Mercedes: Papa have time for story

Rahul: Absolutely, come on

Rahul reads Mercedes to sleep, Savannah took herself to the potty and climbed in bed while Mercedes was getting changed. Cassandra needs to lie down but once both girls are in bed she can’t help herself. She gets up, waddles across the house, and kisses them each goodnight.

Mr Cluckton: *crows* Hear ye, hear ye, IT'S TIME

Cassandra: The coop is further away and he still manages to- AH dear watcher

Rahul: Does that mean what I think it means? Is the baby ready?

Cassandra: Yeah, I’m pretty sure they’re ready to come out

Rahul: Okay, you get to the cars and we’ll drop the girls at your brothers on the way

Hospital time!

Cassandra: Where is Dr Eriksson?

Rahul: The nurse said she’s not here at the moment but don’t worry, she could still show up

Cassandra: Can you help me? My lower back is killing me

The couple move over to the exercise ball and Rahul sets about trying to massage some of Cassandra’s pain away. He’s not very successful though.

Cassandra: Rahul, for the love of the watcher, please go shave that beard, it’s stressing me out

Rahul: Right away my darling

Cassandra stands and her water breaks dramatically over the floor.

Cassandra mopes sadly on the bed while Rahul is busy.

Dr E: Did someone call for a doctor

Cassandra: Thank goodness, I really need some painkillers

Dr E: No problem dear. Turn around and we’ll give you the epidural. Remember it takes a while to kick in

Cassandra: But then we can do the c-section

Dr E: Absolutely. Now if anything feels off, tell me right away

?: Oh my, Mrs Chopra, can I have an autograph

Dr E: Not now dear

Rahul: Who’s this

Dr E: My husband, the other Dr Eriksson. I’m afraid he’s a fan and often has no bedside manner

Cassandra: Look, I’m really not in any state to give autographs right now

Rahul: You heard my wife. If you’re not here to help with the birth, please leave us in peace

Dr E: I am so sorry about him, believe me we’ll be having words

Cassandra: I think I just need to do some breathing while the epidural gets started

Rahul: Does everything look okay Dr Eriksson

Dr E: Oh yes Mr Chopra, nothing to indicate any problems

Rahul: We’ve just noticed Cassandra has put on more weight than she did with the twins

Dr E: Pregnancies are never exactly the same. I believe you get quite a lot of milk in Mrs Chopra

Cassandra: I did last time, but it took a while

Dr E: Your body is likely getting ready in advance. Now how’s the pain

Cassandra: I think I’m ready

Dr E: Brilliant. You two know the way, I'll be there once I've scrubbed up

Dr E: Remember, feeling pressure is normal but if you feel pain let me know, we can adjust the meds

Cassandra: Well big guy, here we go again

Rahul: Do you know how wonderful you are

Cassandra: I don’t but I do have this husband who tells me such things

Rahul: Looks like she’s almost there, how are you doing

Cassandra: Hanging in here

Dr E: One more cut and we can meet them

Dr E: Congratulations, a healthy baby girl

Cassandra: Thank goodness, we had a bunch of girl names ready but hardly any boy options

Dr E: It looks like we will have to await the melanin awakening again unfortunately

Rahul: So long as Viola is healthy, that’s all that matters

Dr E: That’s a lovely name

Cassandra: We think so

Dr E: I’ll just close up then you three can head home

Back home and it looks like Viola is keeping to tradition by inheriting Rahul’s eyes.

Mercedes: Mama papa back!

Savannah: You gone forever

Rahul: It didn’t take that long I don’t think. Now who is ready to meet their baby sister

The twins pout and look generally underwhelmed.

Cassandra: Come on over Savannah and say hi to Viola

Savannah: Hi. I done mama

Cassandra: How about you Mercedes, can you say hello to Viola

Cassandra picks up the baby who starts to scream and Mercedes does not look impressed.

Mercedes: Too loud mama, we no sleep

Rahul: She’s on the other end of the house to you two. I think you’ll sleep just fine

Mercedes pouts but reluctantly greets her new sister.

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#sims 4 #the sims 4 #the sims #Rotation8 #ChangingPlumbobStorytime #ChopraHousehold #CassandraChopra #RahulChopra #SavannahChopra #MercedesChopra #simblr #JamesGoth #CharlieNishidake #DevinVillareal #LunaVillareal #MiltonGoth #R0803

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She likes the Lannister twins, she makes Jason the master of something and Tyland the master of ships. They’re so sweet to her, especially Tyland though, he’s always bringing her new gifts, lots of gold she lives that, but sometimes the gifts are just cakes. She likes them a lot.

Helaena she makes an entirely new position for, something to do with the people. Helaena likes helping them out she’s always down there recently with Criston, her children and her mother at her side (even in canon Helaena and Alicent helped the people often, the people loved them and ran Rhaenyra out of Kings Landing for her). She cleans the orphanages up, offers food to homeless people, checks out all of the businesses and the markets, watches how things are ran and that’s her job now, the peoples person. She has to report back on what she finds and what could be better or be helped. She actually loves her position, she dislikes being around the ladies and lords as everyone finds her weird but her niece, her family and the people love her.

Aemond is the new hand, she was taking no other options, he’s very good at his job and she always gives him kisses in between just so he knows she thinks he’s doing good, Alicent is dowager queen and finally relaxing with her children and grandbabies, getting the time off she deserves. And the princess is no doubt sitting on Aegons knee probably with child as him and Aemond don’t stop. It’s literally impossible for her to not be with child. Aegon happily allows her to sit on his knee rubbing her belly, massaging her breasts when they’re tender (he doesn’t care who’s in the room, his queen needs help turn around), keeping her head all mushy, feeding her little treats and watching her kiss and play with his fingers. Life could not be better.

ALL OF THIS !!

I adore it. Everything fits so perfectly. Daeron comes back home and is loved on by his family.

Who wouldn't want this life thank you

#i can't add anything to this master piece #in between two dragons

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fullcravings · 3 months

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Oreo Cheesecake Bars

#oreo #bars #chocolate #cookies and cream #kids #recipe #cheesecake #cream cheese #baking #brown sugar #brownies #layer #grandbaby cakes

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reasoningdaily · 6 months

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Welcome to Black People’s Recipes!

Here you will find an assortment of Black cultural recipes for dinner, dessert, appetizers, side dishes, drinks, vegan meals, and more. Our recipes highlight the staple dishes found within African American, African, and Caribbean communities. We pride ourselves in sharing our family-favorite recipes that are prepared the right way and true to historical traditions.

Brandi Crawford is a cookbook author and the owner of Stay Snatched and Simple Seafood Recipes. She specializes in quick and easy meals for dinner along with Southern and soul food cuisine. Brandi loves to share recipes that are easy to follow that never compromise on taste. She grew up cooking alongside her mom and granny throughout her entire childhood and early years.

Brandi and Stay Snatched have been featured in Women’s Health Magazine, Shape Magazine, Parade Magazine, Essence Magazine, Country Living Magazine, Southern Living Magazine, BuzzFeed, Delish, The Kansas City Star, Kansas City Spaces, Greatist, and more.

She is the author of The Super Easy Air Fryer Cookbook and has been featured on Good Morning America, where she shared tips on how to live a healthy lifestyle that is sustainable and tips on meal prepping.

Meet Jessica from Jessica in the Kitchen, a vegan food blog. Jessica is an award-winning photographer, videographer, and home chef! She has been cooking and blogging for the last 12 years and without a doubt, she LOVES cooking. She focuses on simple, approachable, and SEASONED vegan meals and will be sharing all of her favorites with you here.

Fun Fact: She is a born and raised Jamaican and also grew up in the British Virgin Islands (also in the Caribbean) and will be throwing her favorite cultural dishes into the mix, too. Her mixed Caribbean upbringing heavily influences her love of well seasoned, bright, and fresh dishes. On the baking side, she comes from a family of caterers and bakers. She can’t wait to share that side with you too, in her baked goods!

Tanya Harris is the founder and owner of My Forking Life, a food site where she focuses on sharing easy and flavorful recipes with a heavy focus on Caribbean and Southern cuisine. Tanya grew up in a Caribbean household and lived in various cities in the Southern United States.

Tanya’s obsession with cooking developed later in life when she wanted her growing family to experience all the delicious meals she ate growing up. Now Tanya shares this same experience with her loyal followers and fans.

Fun Fact: Tanya is an avid cookbook collector and owns over 200 cookbooks! She likes to browse these books in her free time for inspiration on new recipes and ideas.

Jocelyn Delk Adams is the founder, author, and national television personality behind the food website Grandbaby-Cakes.com which serves millions of readers per year. On Grandbaby Cakes she gives her family’s, particularly her grandmother’s, cherished generational recipes her modern spin while preserving their original charm and spirit.

Jocelyn is a regular on the TODAY Show and Good Morning America, and has been featured as a judge on Food Network shows “Beat Bobby Flay” and “Santa’s Baking Blizzard” and Disney Channel and Disney Plus “Disney Magic Bake Off”, and in publications such as People Magazine, Food and Wine Magazine, Parents Magazine, New York Times, Washington Post, Better Homes and Gardens Magazine, O (The Oprah) Magazine, Essence Magazine, Huffington Post, Bon Appetit, Southern Living Magazine, and many others.

Shannon Epstein aka Fit Slow Cooker Queen is a home cook & recipe developer living in Los Angeles. Shannon is a gadget cook who specializes in slow cooker, Instant Pot, and air fryer recipes.

Fun fact: Shannon moved 9 times before she graduated high school.

Davinah from Dr. Davinah’s Eats is a former educator turned full-time foodie & entrepreneur. She came to blogging by accident after remaking comfort food recipes to fit a low-carb way of eating on Instagram. Her seared scallops and cauliflower rice risotto, crispy fried air fryer chicken without flour, and keto bang bang shrimp went viral and the blog became her way to store and share her recipes.

Her main website focuses on everyday low-carb comfort food and air fryer recipes for foodies. Black People’s Recipes allows her to go back to where her love for food started – making traditional recipes with her mom and other women in her family.

Besides being a foodie, Davinah is a trained data scientist, real estate investor, new mom, and wife. She loves organizing her life in excel sheets and solving random math problems.

Fun fact: feeling adventurous, she climbed the Coba Pyramid (137 feet) in Mexico, but was too scared to come back down. So, she scooted one step at a time back to the ground!

#Welcome to Black People’s Recipes #Black Food #Black Cooking #Black People Cooking #Black People's Recipes

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mafaldaknows · 2 years

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Happy Birthday to my Birthday Twin! 💙

For this year’s birthday cupcakes, I made a classic carrot cake: sweet, a little nutty, and high in Vitamin A 😜🥕😉🥰❣️

I used this recipe from grandbaby-cakes.com which features an interesting twist on the classic cream cheese frosting that’s worth every bit of the effort to make. Please forgive my amateur icing skills, I’m a work in progress 🙈😆🙃🍰👀

Happy birthday, Armie! May our next trip around the Sun be better than we all ever could have imagined 🎉🎉❣️

❤️🧿

#armie hammer #happy birthday armie #birthday twins #birthday #cupcakes #carrot cake #not that carrot cake #virgo season #best wishes #better days are coming #mafalda bakes #make a wish #you are special today #and everyday #tales from the charmiesphere #support armie hammer

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historia-vitae-magistras · 8 months

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also grandpapa Francis making decadent baked goods, cookies, cakes, and meals for his grandbabies and being the kind of grandparent that is ready to cook at the drop of a hat to feed them

Literally thoooo. In this one he's French Canadian rather than European and inherited a bakery he turned into a flourishing little cafe and restaurant. He got a degree in art history while he was learning the bakery and teaches a few classes at the local university. But he's the old school type who trades bread to the neighbors for milk, cream and butter so fresh it's still mooing, keeps a garden. Knows how to do everything by feel. His children and his grandchildren and his great grandchildren grow up with pockets full of montréal bagels, maple madeleines, bûche de noël, chocolatines, bread in traditional Shakes and loaves. He grew up in a society where bisexuality is something of a default and little mentioned so long as a man has a family he provides for. Marrying Arthur was less scandalous for him being a man than it was for being a les goddam. And both of François parents died relatively young of conditions they wouldn't have if they'd been less stubborn and listened to advice so he's always slightly anxious about Matt's life choices and is just absolutely thrilled when he says fuck it I'm going to be a house spouse. François' dream for his boy comes true after his initial ones fall through!

#the ask box || probis pateo #my only human au || I feel bad about what I do to these poor fucks in nationverse

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invisibleraven · 10 months

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15 for Writer's Choice!

The alarm blares, and Luke groans, slapping at his phone until the horrible noise stops. Opens a bleary eye to see the date staring at him. "Happy fucking birthday," he grumbles, finally getting up, even though he'd rather stay in bed the rest of this miserable day.

Most people who didn't like their birthday didn't want to grow any older, but for Luke it was the opposite. He longed to be any age other than eighteen.

But here he was, celebrating 18 for the twenty fifth time, all because he still hadn't met his soulmate.

At first he had stayed put, wanting to be here so it would make his soulmate easier to find him. But after a few years he got restless and decided that he would travel. Who was to say that his soulmate was in La, hell in the USA even? Plus if he was gonna be stuck as a teenager,might as well get his wanderlust out now.

He travelled all over the world, learning new cultures, languages, and most of all, music. He loved music, and getting to study it with so many masters and teachers was amazing.

Eventually he came home, but he found he still felt restless.

He tried the whole college thing, but he found it wasn't for him. So now he took the odd class at the adult learning centre, gave guitar and voice lessons whenever he felt like it, and generally wondered if he was ever going to meet his soulmate. Not everyone did, and sometimes it took centuries.

Luke had kind of hoped to find them before the next millennium set in.

He didn't have many plans for the day; supper with his folks complete with his favourite chocolate cake. But that just made it all the harder as he sat there watching them get older and older while he stayed ageless. He really hoped he would find his mate before they got too old to meet them, maybe give them a grandbaby or two while they could enjoy it.

Other than that, maybe he could busk on the boardwalk a little? That was always a good time, and he knew some execs hung out there. Yeah he knew he'd probably never get signed all by himself, but he picked up a few session musician gigs that way, and a few of those studios kept his number on file enough that he could make rent.

Resolved, Luke got himself ready; cut off shirt, his favourite beanie, oversized jeans complete with wallet chain. Slipping his feet into his Vans, he grabbed his acoustic and set off.

It was a nice day, so the crowds were going out in droves. Luke set up in a corner away from the other performers, case open in hopes for a few dollars. He did a few covers to start out, it always drew people in. Then he'd launch into a few originals, which usually kept the people around for a spell.

Today he was just finished a set when he saw a very cute couple standing there, smiling at him. The girl tossed a twenty into his case and Luke beamed. "For that you can make a request."

"I like The Beatles," she supplied.

Luke nodded, couldn't go wrong with the classics. He did a lilting version of Blackbird, mournful and full of longing. If she were along he might have done Here There and Everywhere, but he figured that would be pushing his luck.

When he finished, the girl applauded, still smiling wide, showing off the gap in her smile. "You should advertise your YouTube or Insta... something so you get your voice out there," she said. "More than just your name and a pager number."

Luke rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah, I never took to the internet. I know I need social media, but it's after my time and I just never learned."

"Try adjusting to electricity," the guy quipped. "The riots when Tesla and Edison were at their height? Whoa nelly."

The girl giggled. "Reggie you are a tech whiz, stop being so old fashioned."

"Aww Julie, it's fun though!"

Luke at Reggie confused. "Wait... you're still a teenager though."

Reggie cocked his head to the side for a moment then laughed. "Oh yeah, Julie and I are missing our third soulmate. So I still don't age."

"What about you?" Luke asked Julie. "How long have you been waiting?"

Julie blushed, hiding behind her curls for a moment. "Oh, I am actually eighteen, just this year."

"Wow," Luke replied. "Never met anyone who met their mate, or at least one of them so young."

"What about you?" Reggie asks.

"90's," Luke said.

"Not too bad then," Reggie said, and Luke supposed that to him, a quarter century was nothing compared to the decades he had been waiting and the untold stretch of time before him.

Luke saw the crowds were thinning, and he started packing up. It was almost time to head to his parent's place soon anyways. He turned to Reggie and Julie, and a part of him didn't want to say goodbye. There was something about them that allured him so. "It was nice to meet you," was what he said though, knowing they probably had places to be.

"Are you busy tonight?' Julie asked, impulsively.

"We want to get to know you is what Julie mans," Reggie supplies.

"Why?" Luke asks.

"You interest me," Julie says. "Plus I felt this... draw to you when we got here. I'm usually not wrong about this stuff, and it lead me to Reggie."

"How did you know-that you were soulmates?" Luke asks.

"My calendar shows my next birthday will be my 19'th," Julie said. "I checked after Reggie and I met. His is the same."

"Well today is my birthday..." Luke says, but he realizes he left his phone at home, as usual. "But I don't have my phone."

"So do you wanna celebrate and see what happens?" Reggie asks.

"I have dinner with my parents," Luke said. "But you should come. I want to get to know you too."

"As long as they won't mind," Julie cautions.

"Ma is always on my case to bring friends and cooks way too much," Luke assures her.

So they head to Reggie's truck and drive to the Patterson abode. Emily is a little surprised to see two extra people with her son but she's a gracious host and ushers them in.

Reggie and Julie get on like a house on fire with his parents, and Luke already knows that even if Julie's gut is wrong, he wants to keep them in his life for forever. Especially after he finds out that they sing and play. Reggie even confides his best friend Alex plays drums, though he's a little older, meeting his soulmate a few years back.

"Willie ran him over on his skateboard," Julie chortles. "Weirdest meet cute ever."

"Can't be as bad as me almost falling on you from the loft," Reggie says, and that is a story Luke will have to hear later.

Finally it's time for cake and Luke cringes, hating the same eighteen candles every year. Wishing every time for an extra one to appear.

But when his mom enters, he sees something different. There, burning on top of the cake, are nineteen candles.

"Ma?" he whispers.

"The extra one was there when I checked the drawer," she whispers back, squeezing his shoulder.

Luke looks over at Reggie and Julie who are beaming back at him. His soulmates.

"Make a wish," Julie urges.

"Make it a good one," Reggie jokes.

"I... I don't know what to wish for," Luke admits. "Because my wish came true today."

Everyone gets teary at that, and Luke simply wishes for a long life where he gets to grow old with Julie and Reggie.

And this year? He thinks his wish might just come true.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rukebox #peterpatterlina #julie and the phantoms

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Summary: After Tatum throws a New Year's Eve party, Ethan finds a way to make the night memorable.

Word Count: ~2600

Warning/Rating: teen; mild language; fairly fluffy; *TW* there is a semi-angsty plot to this story that may be upsetting to more sensitive readers, but as the writer, I'd like to let the story unfold how I've written it; if you are more sensitive and aren't sure about this (and there is nothing wrong with that!) expand this post, and quickly scroll to the bottom. After the tags, you will see in red "Trigger Warnings". Hopefully this will give you guidance on whether or not to read. I don't say this to be "shocking"; this plot has been written about many, many times before; but I just want to give readers an opportunity to choose.

A/N: Some of these characters belong to our friends at Pixelberry; special thanks to @sfb123 for helping me steer through some kinks! You rock!

~🖤~

Surveying the large, living quarters of the townhouse, a contented sigh escapes her lips. Silence. The last of their party guests left almost an hour ago, and now only the wreckage of the new year celebration remains. Metallic confetti litters the floor along with noise makers and top hats. Empty glasses line the bar and sink area of the kitchen as black and gold balloons dance with the subtle draft of the room.

Entertaining people and playing the 'hostess with the mostest' has always been Tatum's niche. She finds it therapeutic to create a welcoming, home-like atmosphere where starving hearts and bellies do not exist–something she dreamed about as a little girl.

This year was different though.

Tatum holds her balance against the sink as she slips off her kitten heels and into her house-shoes, her slender feet relishing in the relief of the padding. She slowly raises back up, minding the curve to her sore back as she begins to pour out half-empty glasses of warm champagne and sparkling juice.

A sudden glint of metal flashes in the darkness of the hallway, catching her attention. And she smiles, her eyes admiring every step he takes, drawing closer to her. Ethan.

With his jacket already shrugged off, he unclips his bow tie and suspenders, tossing them on the chaise lounge. His thinning salt-and-pepper curls are tousled handsomely out of place. Tatum instantly feels his eyes on her as he relaxes a shoulder against the doorframe.

"Did you check on the babes?" Tatum gently fills the top dishwasher rack.

"Mhmm," he hums, a playful grin crawling across his face.

"Are they all four still asleep?"

"Finally," Ethan smirks, playfully rolling his eyes. "Jonah… he just–"

Tatum stops drying her crystal cake stand, turning towards her husband at the mention of their eight-year-old grandson. Though he was the oldest, he was the most sensitive of the bunch. And it had been an extremely hard year of change for him. "Do you think… um, maybe I should go in and–"

Ethan tisks his tongue, subtly shaking his head. "He's asleep now."

"But maybe he just needs a few more cuddles, or–"

"Tate, don't worry," Ethan steps forward. Placing his hands on her shoulders. "Just let him rest. He knows we're here."

Tatum grows quiet, biting her lip as she turns her worried expression back down the dark hallway. She clasps her hands together, swallowing the lump in her throat. "I guess I just wanted another excuse to hold my grandbabies a little longer tonight–"

"Baby," Ethan croons, stepping closer. "No tears, remember?"

"I know, I know," she lifts up her glasses, dabbing at her eyes. "They're just… getting so big," she titters through her tears. "I need time to slow down."

Tatum clears her throat as she suddenly catches her reflection in the microwave. Her hair is still elegantly pulled back into a classic bun; the diamond embellishments of her hairpins bring out the brilliant silver strands, crowning her once-platinum locks.

She gently pulls at the thinning skin around her eyes… and then her neck as she notices her lipstick settling into the deep grooves around her lips.

"Still enchanting," Ethan watches her intently. "Y'know? I think you are possibly more stunning than that first day of orientation." He wraps his arms around her shoulders. "Tanned skin… long blonde hair pushed back by those sunglasses…Those low-rise jeans showing off your–oh, what's the thing called?"

She chuckles. "My tramp stamp? I can't believe you remember all of that."

Ethan nuzzles into her neck before peeking back up to meet her gaze in the reflective appliance door. "How could I forget? It was one of the happiest days of my life."

Tatum closes her eyes, pressing her cheek against her husband's stubbled face. The sting of tears threaten to fall as she savors his warm touch. This man…

Lost in the moment, Tatum drops her dish towel on the ground. "Oh," she laughs at herself, pulling out of his arms. She plunges her hands back into sink with dirty dishes. "I guess I better get back to work, maybe even take a few trash bags out. I really need to-'" she suddenly stops, feeling Ethan's crystal eyes glisten with adoration. "What?" She chuckles, furrowing her brow.

A rosy swirl grows on Ethan’s cheeks as he shakes his head.

"Tell me," her voice softens.

He lets out a sharp exhale. And then offers a crooked grin, slowly extending his arm to his bride. "Come here."

Tatum cocks her head suspiciously, biting her bottom lip. She hesitantly pads closer to him, the hem of her dress pooling around her slippers. She cautiously places her petite hand into his large palm.

He grips tightly to her delicate fingers before pulling her into his embrace, their gazes remain fixed to one another. "Dance with me."

Tatum fumbles into a titter, covering her mouth. "You? Want to dance?"

He chuckles before guiding her arms behind his neck. He then quickly lays his own strong hands on her lower back. "Just dance with me."

"But… there’s no music–"

Ethan clears his throat. "Should auld acquaintance be forgot…" They both fall into snickers, pressing their foreheads together as Ethan struggles with finding the right notes. "Let's try something else. Alexa," he calls out over his shoulder, "play our song." As the first chord of the familiar piano intro softly builds, Ethan subtly sways to the beat.

Tatum grips endearingly around Ethan's neck, matching his movements. Listening to him quietly hum along to Forest Blakk, she takes refuge in her husband’s arms.

"... paint a map back to the start, leaving footprints to remind us: where you go, I go. And if you fall, I'll fall…"

Ethan plants sweet kisses along her hairline as she nuzzles into his shoulder, moving her arms to hug his waist snuggly. Feeling his warmth surrounding her body, smelling his woodsy scent: she's home.

The ambient lighting of the room casts a gentle glow across the open space, refracting against picture frames mounted to the wall. Still swaying against her husband's body, Tatum slightly opens an eye to take in the collage of their life.

She settles in on a picture from their wedding day. It was a candid shot taken by a friend that showcased an unflattering double-chin of the bride, her nose scrunched up as she laughed at a secret joke her groom had whispered in her ear. With wild, tousled waves and a pink lipstick smudge on his cheek, Ethan wore a bright smile, bearing all of his teeth that people still talk about to this day.

It was a perfectly imperfect picture to sum up the perfectly imperfect union of a perfectly imperfect couple that was always meant to be. But even after thirty-six years of marriage, it still wasn't enough time together.

"Tatum?" Ethan whispers, her name saturated with sadness.

She quickly peers up at her husband, noticing the tears collecting in his eyes. She cups his face in her hands, her gaze growing concerned.

"I… I'm so sorry," he chokes out, bowing his head while his jaw begins to quake.

"Rams–?"

"I… I made a mistake, Tate. A… huge one." He takes hold of her hands as he considers his words. "Tatum Ramsey… you're the love of my life…" a tear gently rolls across the weathered planes of his face, their stares locked on one another. "And… I failed to tell you that. Every day—"

"Baby–" her eyes begin to burn with her own emotions as she reaches up to brush away the wetness from his face.

"I should've told you, Tate," he swallows the lump in his throat, "I should've told you every damn day… that I love you."

"Ethan," she breathes, pulling him closer to rest her cheek to his. "It doesn't matter if you told me or not. I always, always felt it. Everyday. Sometimes in the most… unconventional of ways," she titters, a jovial grin breaking out onto his face. "But I always knew."

Ethan presses his lips gently to Tatum's mouth before whisking her back into rhythm with the music floating around them.

Laying her head back on Ethan’s chest, a cold chill suddenly travels down Tatum's spine. Something's not right; something… is missing. She nuzzles into his body further, but still something is wrong. She can hear her pulse in her ears, and she can feel the rise and fall of her own chest…

But as far as her husband?

Silence.

She abruptly pulls back from him, gripping tightly to his shirt. Her breathing grows heavy as she untucks the white cotton fabric from his slacks, frantically unfastening each button.

Finally pulling the material back, Tatum's air is stolen from her lungs as her body grows limp.

An array of watercolor blues, violets and haunting grays splash across his broad chest. With trembling fingers, she presses her hand to the large, flesh-colored surgical scar climbing up the middle of his chest.

And suddenly the room fades to black as the memory from three months ago floods before her eyes.

It was too much. It was all too much…

------

Three Months Earlier…

"Rams, do you mind?" Tatum turns her back to her husband, motioning for him to fasten the zipper of her elegantly-beaded gown. "I can't reach."

Giving her a crooked smile, he stops fidgeting with his bowtie, and easily cinches the dress closed. He kisses the back of her neck before slipping a hand down her full hips. "This is beautiful."

"Do you like it?" She dramatically poses like a Hollywood starlet, batting her fake eyelashes.

"No," Ethan twirls her around, his mouth meeting hers. "I love it."

"Well, good," Tatum giggles, walking back into her closet to grab her clutch. "The recipient of the Lasker award needs hot arm candy." As she steps back out of the en suite, she notices Ethan balling up his fist before relaxing it, his eyebrows furrowing. "You okay?"

"Hrmm? Oh, yeah. I'm fine,” he winces, stretching out his fingers again. “I think I pushed a little too hard moving Dad yesterday."

"Are you sure? We don't have to go–"

"Tate–"

"It's been a stressful week," her voice softens as she fixes the gray waves on the back of his head. "The coordinators know about your dad and the stroke and… moving him into hospice." Her eyes begin to glisten, "they–" she clears her throat, "they know about our son being deployed back to the Middle East. Maybe we should–"

"Tate, I'm fine," he grins. "Just overworked muscles."

"Overworked, period," she grumbles.

Even though Ethan retired last year, he was still dedicating more time than ever to his first love: medicine. Research, conferences, special speaking engagements and even a new book deal have robbed him of much of his freetime.

He kisses her pursed lips. "After Christmas."

She sighs, unable to hide a growing grin. "After Christmas," she repeats.

"We'll finally have time off. We’ll bring in the new year–just the two of us… and… we'll talk about cutting back. I promise."

---

The evening was like a dream; the Lasker commissioners and event coordinators developed quite an opulent experience in an honor of Ethan's achievements. They even surprised him with a few keynote speakers from his past, including colleagues from Johns Hopkins and the diagnostics team.

After the ceremony, Ethan and Tatum were separated, mingling with world-class physicians and scientists. Tatum was deep into a conversation with two midwives from Denmark when she felt a pair of piercing blue eyes admiring her from afar. Looking up, she was instantly entranced. Smiling at her husband, she watches him push up his bifocals as he sucked in his bottom lip, teasing her with a wink.

Tatum looked away, but only for a moment to chase the heat away from her cheeks. Gaining composure, she looked back to where Ethan was standing.

But he wasn't there.

If only she had been paying closer attention, Tatum would've noticed the ashen-tone to his skin…

If only she had been paying closer attention, she would've noticed the beads of sweat pouring from his brow…

If only she had been paying closer attention, she would've noticed his body was saying, 'goodbye'...

After nineteen minutes in tireless attempts to revive him, his heartbeat returned. But the surgery…

It was too much. It was all too much…

------

Present Day...

The sudden clanking of hard metal hits the wooden floor, jarring Tatum from her thoughts. She quickly glances around the room, noticing instantly she's once again alone.

The sound grows closer, rolling across the ground like a marble until it gently crashes against her slipper. Looking down at the golden trinket, she subtly shakes her head in disbelief as she cautiously lowers herself onto her knees.

Ethan's wedding ring.

She holds the precious jewelry to her chest as she glances back to their wedding picture, large tears coursing down her cheeks. "I miss you too," she whispers into the darkness as she succumbs to her sniffles.

"Gigi?"

Tatum startles, turning to see her oldest grandson watching her from the hallway. "Jonah," she brightens, wiping away the wetness in her eyes. "What are you doing up, baby?"

He rubs his eyes. "Couldn't sleep."

Noticing his sad splotchy eyes, Tatum holds her arms up as he crashes safely into her embrace. "Are you missing your daddy?" Snuggled into her shoulder, the young boy nods his head quietly. Tatum gently rubs his back. "I miss him too."

Jonah sits up on his grandma's lap, his eyes trained to the gold band hiding between her fingers. "But, Papa told me Dad's busy being a hero."

"That's right, baby. Your dad–" Tatum pauses, registering what her grandson just said. "Papa?" Tatum clears her throat, "--you talk to… Papa?"

"Uh-huh," he nonchalantly answers. "Well, sometimes."

Tears begin to collect in Tatum's eyes, but she tries her best to keep calm. She begins to comb her fingers through his blond locks. "What do you talk about?" Jonah giggles, shrugging his shoulders. "What?" Tatum titters as her grandson laughs harder. She begins to playfully tickle him, poking at his tummy. "Are you just telling stories?"

"No," he squeals into more snickers.

"Is it a secret?"

"No," he singsongs, becoming more bashful. "It's just… I know it's silly, but… sometimes I tell him about school, and baseball… and Mom… and Josiah, Isaac and Embry… and–and my science projects–"

"Hey," Tatum gently grabs his chin, making him look into her eyes. "None of that is silly. And I know he loves hearing about those things," her jaw begins to tremble. "And I know he loves hearing from you... he loves you so much."

Jonah smiles proudly as his eyes shine from unshed tears. He hugs his grandmother's neck, feeling the warmth and comfort of her hold. "He loves you too, Gigi."

Tatum's eyes squeeze tight as a sob bubbles out. Gathering herself, she takes her grandson's cheeks in her hands. "Did…Papa tell you that?"

He nods guiltily. "Gigi, did I make you sad? Mommy said not to bring up Papa because it'll make you sad. I--I didn't mean to--"

"No, baby," she whispers as she begins to cry harder, hugging him tighter. "I'm... so, so happy. You always make me so, so happy. " She tenderly presses a kiss against his temple. "And you know? You can always talk to me about Papa. It actually makes me happy talking about him."

"Really?" He gives a curious look to his grandmother. "Why?"

Tatum takes a moment to gather her thoughts. She glances back to her wedding photo, squeezing tightly to Ethan's wedding ring between her fingers. "I guess talking about him makes me... not feel so lonely, like... he's still here with us."

"Because he is still with us, Gigi."

"That's right, baby," Tatum whispers softly, pushing back her tears as she pulls her grandson in for a hug. "When did you get so smart?" They both titter as he sits up on her lap, shrugging his shoulders. "Tell you what: I know it's late, so you can't tell your mom. But how about we camp out here, drink some hot chocolate and watch one of Papa's favorite movies?"

"Really?"

Tatum boops his nose. "Really."

~🖤~

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