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#i am very competitive at this game sometimes
reiding-writing · 13 days
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Cold!reader accidentally letting a laugh slip after someone tells a joke (preferably Spencer) and the team is just a little shocked
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CHECKMATE [ONESHOT]
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morgan and spencer just cannot agree on whether or not chess is actually a fun game to play, dragging you and emily into their debate in hopes of gaining a majority vote.
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WARNINGS: fem!reader, playful arguing, chess slander
spencer reid x cold!reader || fluff || 1.1k || series masterlist!!
a/n: do people actually like chess? personally i think it’s really fun but my brother seems to disagree
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“You play chess in your spare time Reid, at least my hobbies are interesting,” Morgan rolls his eyes with a laugh, leaning against the back of his chair with a confident smirk on his face.
“Chess is interesting,” Spencer furrows his eyebrows slightly at Morgan’s comment, frowning like it was a direct insult to him and not just the game.
It was nine o’clock in the morning, and Spencer and Morgan were having a debate about goddamn chess. What did you do to deserve such torture first thing on a Monday?
Letting Spencer sit opposite you probably, but sometimes he’d basically do your work for you so you suppose it still had its benefits sometimes.
Sometimes being the key word.
Today was not one of those times.
“Interesting to eighty-year-old scholars maybe,” Morgan scoffs at the mere idea that chess could be a fun and intellectual game at the same time.
You didn’t mind chess per se, you wouldn’t choose it as a way to satiate your boredom, but if someone - that someone being Spencer Reid because he was the only one in the office who actually played chess regularly - asked to play a match with you, you wouldn’t turn it down.
“Actually, the average age for competitive chess players is thirty one in the United States,”
Morgan presses his middle finger against his nose bridge like he’s pushing up an imaginary pair of glasses, pointing the index finger of his other hand upwards. “Actually-”
Spencer serves him with a hard push against his shoulder. “Shut up-”
The movement causes Emily to give a little snicker from her own desk, and Morgan takes it as a sign of his victory, clasping his hands together and bringing them to rest behind his head as he crosses his left ankle over his right knee.
“Alright, chess consensus, ‘fun’ or boring?” Morgan throws his arm out to you and Emily as a gesture for your responses.
“Not for me,” Emily’s answer, whilst definitely leaning in Morgan’s favour, is objective enough so that it doesn’t unintentionally insult Spencer’s entire lineage by suggesting that chess can’t be fun.
“Alright, Ice Queen, final vote’s up to you, you can make or break the final verdict here,” Morgan tilts his head dramatically in your direction with his hands outstretched.
You look up from your desk with an exasperated sigh, looking at him through your eyebrows in a clear indication that you don’t want to be involved in the conversation.
“Awe come on don’t look like that, this is very important stuff here,” Its like every word that leaves Morgan’s mouth is just to poke fun at Spencer’s love for playing chess, and as you glance in his direction you can see his eyes on you.
He wanted the answer too. Great.
With an exaggerated groan you lean back in your chair and shrug your shoulders. “It’s fun depending on who you play it with,”
“Oh come on, what kind of half-assed answer is that?” Morgan shakes his head, crossing his arms. “You gotta pick a side here,”
“I’m entirely right,” You mirror Morgan as you cross your arms over your chest. “If you have a shit opponent then obviously it’s going to be boring,” You enunciate your answer as if it applies directly to Morgan himself.
“I am not a ‘shit opponent’,” Morgan rolls his eyes in feigned indignation. “I just get bored half-way through,”
“Because you’re shit and don’t actually know how to play,”
“Not true-”
Spencer’s nodding calls Morgan’s defences insignificant.
“Hey-” Morgan pushes his hand against Spencer’s shoulder. “Don’t agree with her, I’m not bad at chess I just don’t like chess,”
“People who aren’t good at certain activities have a three times higher chance of disliking said activity,” Spencer doesn’t back down from his stance, shrugging lightly with a nonchalant expression.
“Okay, you’re teaming up on me now I’m calling favouritism,” Morgan waves his hands with a shake of his head. “Prentiss back me up here, she is so only siding with Reid because they’re secretly in love with each other,”
“Oh 100%,”
You scoff at Emily’s answer, rolling your eyes. “You’re just defensive because we’re right,”
“Chess is a very intellectual game, maybe you’re just not smart enough to understand it,” Spencer shrugs again as he shoots Morgan down, and a small snicker leaves your mouth at the combination of Spencer’s burn and the look on Morgan’s face as he computes it.
You cover up the tail end of it with a cough, hiding your mouth behind your hand, but it’s not enough to actually cover it up, and Morgan’s face moves from shock to horror as he blinks in your direction. “Am I tripping balls right now or did I just hear a laugh from the robot herself?”
“What? Am I not allowed to laugh now?” You scoff at Morgan’s apparent shock of you being able to experience positive emotions, immediately falling back into your naturally icy demeanour.
“There you are, you got possessed by a spirit of joy there for a second,”
“Shut your mouth,” You throw a crumpled up piece of paper across the desks to hit him square between his eyes and your three coworkers all burst out into laughing fits of their own.
Spencer’s laughter was much quieter than Morgan and Emily’s but it seemed to dominate your ear canals nonetheless, quashing your frustration for Morgan’s attitude under the waves of his voice and again leaving you, as Morgan had so nicely put it, ‘possessed by a spirit of joy’.
He was in a similar state, a small sense of pride flowing through his veins not only because you’d taken his side in his little debate, but also at the fact that he’d managed to make you laugh.
Him. Spencer Reid had actually managed to make the most emotionally guarded person in the whole office actually laugh.
Score one for Spencer.
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atinystraynstay · 2 months
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Game Night - Yoon Jeonghan
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Synopsis: Jeonghan was the type of guy who joked around, the type to be not so serious. I guess that's why you never took his flirting to be anything more than him trying to get you to laugh. Jeonghan was now determined to make you see differently.
Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan x fem reader
Genre: friends to lovers! playful competitiveness with Jeonghan
Word Count: 1.8k
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"So, y/n, what are the chances of you letting me be yours for the night?" Jeonghan asked teasingly. "Maybe when you learn to stop cheating at Guess Who!" You groaned.
It was a typical Sunday night for you and Jeonghan. You two always had game nights together, ever since you can remember. Both of you were quite competitive, so you were equal competitors for one another. At this point, most of the members have given up on playing against Jeonghan anyways.
Jeonghan and you had become good friends over the past few years. However, you never believed Jeonghan was into you. He sometimes liked to flirt with people because he thrived on making people feel uncomfortable for a second before making them laugh. He definitely was a trickster.
Recently though, Jeonghan didn't see his flirting towards you as just teasing. He was starting to realize he was starting to like you. More than a friend. It took a lot to scare Jeonghan but what scared him the most was you ever finding out about his little secret. If anything, he amplified his flirting with you to try to keep his crush concealed for a little bit longer.
He was sure he would tell you eventually. He just didn't know when.
"I can't help that you are bad at dropping hints. Seriously, y/n. You make it too easy for me!"
You rolled your eyes at Jeonghan's antics. To anyone, they might find his confidence insufferable. However, to you, you found it endearing. Jeonghan was the man who could be silent when he needed to be, especially when encountering new experiences and new people. When he was comfortable and relaxed, he let his true colors shine.
You were just blessed to be one of the lucky ones who got to experience his entire rainbow.
"Okay, let's actually play this time. Honest and fair." "Honest and fair."
I his mind, the gears were turning. Sure, he wanted to win the game but he had an alternative motive. A lot was on the line.
"Have you selected who I am going to guess right?" You asked challengingly.
Jeonghan rolled his eyes playfully but he couldn't wipe the smile off his face. Whenever he was around you, he found himself smiling brighter than ever before. You just managed to pull that side out of him oh so easily.
He also has never encountered someone who was maybe just as competitive as he was.
"Yeah, angel. I'm ready to watch you get frustrated. You're really cute when you get flustered, you know? I always love the way your nose scrunches up and you get a bit red in the face." "That doesn't happen,' you lied. "Oh right, it doesn't when it is with anyone else. I guess I just have that effect over you," he snickered.
You could feel your cheeks heating up the more he spoke. It didn't help he was staring you down with that smug grin on his face.
God, why does he have to be so damn attractive?
"Shut up," you muttered. "Let's just play, ok?"
He leaned back in the chair, arms crossed over his chest. He was easily amused by how easily he could make you crumble.
One of the very first things that Jeonghan noticed about you was how independent you were. You weren't afraid to call people out on their bullshit, and always felt the freedom to voice your opinion. You weren't the type of person who needed to rely on others to do something.
It was quite the treat to watch you lose your train of thought if he just looked at you. You often forgot what you were going to say the moment Jeonghan said something flirtatious to you. He almost didn't register the possibility of you liking him back until he noticed how you looked away to try to conceal the wide smile on your lips and pink blush coating your cheeks.
The two of you have been doing this waltz around confessing your feelings for a while now. And frankly, Jeonghan was getting tired of playing that game. He wanted something new.
"Pretty ladies first," Jeonghan announced.
There you go again, blushing at his words. It was almost too easy.
"Does your person have facial hair?"
He took a moment to act as if he he had to think about it. You raised an eyebrow, knowing that he was up to something but you couldn't quite put your finger on it.
"Oh come on, Hannie, we just started. There's no way you forgot already who your character is," you teased.
His heart fluttered every time you called him that petname. A lot of people called him Hannie. But when you say it? It was music to his ears. It made him feel all warm and tingly at the prospective of him being exclusively yours and you being all his.
"No, my character doesn't. I was just trying to make you annoyed again," he snickered.
You rolled your eyes but kept a light smile on your lips. Anyone else would be underneath your skin, but he just had this way of finding his antics endearing. Your pointer finger got to work at flipping down the 8 characters you successfully eliminated.
"So, my sweet girl," he began. Oh, here we go. "Does your character have glasses?"
You smirked as he guessed incorrectly. You looked up at him with this look of amusement on your face. Honestly, he has never found you more attractive than when you let your competitive side free. He liked a challenge.
And getting to be your man was his greatest challenge yet.
"No strike, buddy. Better luck next time."
You and Jeonghan continued going back and forth like this for a few rounds. Jeonghan had still had six character cards flipped up, whereas you only had one. You were about to go in for the kill.
"Is your person Charlotte?"
Finally! You beat Jeonghan!
"Oh, I'm sorry. That's incorrect," he smirked.
Your eyes grew wide as they flickered between the game board and Jeonghan. That was impossible. You had literally one character card left. Your eyes narrowed on him as he just sat there with a wide grin on his lips. He had his elbows resting on the table as he watched I amusement.
"You said honest and fair this time," you whined. "And I have been honest! You were asking for my person, and all the things you were asking did not match up with who I selected." "Oh really now? Okay smartass, prove it."
Gladly.
Very slowly, Jeonghan got up to make his way over to you. You raised an eyebrow, but with each step he took towards you, your heart beats faster and harder. What was he doing? You wanted to question him but you were drawn speechless. Again. Only Yoon Jeonghan could make you tongue-tied. It was as if you were glued to your seat too as you watched him make the short journey from his end of the table towards yours.
"I'll describe my person to you. Maybe you accidentally flipped them down."
His voice was now softer, almost deeper. What is going on? All you could do was nod your head, eyes trained on him in anticipation.
"My person also has these eyes that quite literally are like two disco balls. They capture whatever light is reflected into them. I can't even tell you what color their eyes are because I've never see a shade like it before. But it is my favorite color." He had now approached your side the table, leaning against it as he looked down at you. "And just as bright of a smile to match."
You wanted to melt into a puddle before him with how warm and fuzzy he makes you feel by just doing the simplest of things. It wasn't fair.
"My person has long hair. Sometimes they curl it, somewhat they straighten it. Each time though, I want to run my fingers through it."
As he spoke, he lifted on hand to run through your hair. He tucked a few strands behind your ear. His fingertips moved forward until they grazed against your cheek. He didn't miss the opportunity to cup your cheek, keeping your head tilted up towards him so you couldn't look away no matter how badly you got flustered.
"My person also has this infectious laughter that makes me want to know every little joke, every little secret they might have. She also has this adventurous, competitive side of her that is so attractive. I think you two would get along just fine," he winked.
Your lips were slightly parted as you gazed up at him. This had to be a dream, right? There was no way this was actually happening.
"Y/n, you asked for my person. It's been you this whole time," he whispered.
For the first time, he seemed almost at a loss for words. It as if he couldn't believe he actually confessed to you. And now that his feelings were out in the open, he was afraid of the repercussions of being so vulnerable with you. His biggest fear was losing you, and he was afraid he was heading in that direction.
Slowly, you stood up. In fear, Jeonghan removed his hand from your face. Fuck, how can I fix this?
Instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck, and he didn't hesitate to hold your waist. He looked at you with excitement now in eyes, almost like a little boy on Christmas Day. You couldn't help but giggle at how adorable he looked.
"What are you waiting for, Hannie? You've got me where you've always wanted to me," you whispered.
He didn't need to be told twice. Ever so gently, as if you were made out of glass, he pressed his lips against yours. He couldn't fight the smile that grew on his lips. He squeezed your hips affectionately before pulling you in closer. You tilted your head at the right angle to kiss him deeply, without holding back anymore.
The feeling was indescribable. It was a mixture of joy and relief, knowing that years of pining after you finally amounted to this moment. He could really let every emotion, every thought of you free and not just dwell in his mind. And the best part was that it was reciprocated.
You were the one to break the kiss at first but kept your face close to his. You wore a similar goofy smile, just as in disbelief that you kissed not only your best but but the man of your dreams.
"I can't believe you used a board game to confess your feelings to me." "But it looks like I won after all," he smirked.
You rolled your eyes playfully before leaning up to press your lips against his again.
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luna-andra · 6 months
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StepDad!König Headcanons (SFW & Wholesome) ✨
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Headcanons I thought up of König being a step daddy to reader's kid
A/N: Y'all got my very first König headcanon list to 600+ notes earlier today and I had to pump this one out. I had been in a writing rut for a while (still kind of am? But I'm finding my way back) and this is my way of showing my gratitude. StepDad!König originally was something I did for me (König being step daddy to my kid? YES PLEASE) but I made this gender neutral (& gn kid) like the other ones 🖤
Domesticated!König Series: Part 1 Part 2
I write other stuff too! Masterlist here 🖤
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👑 His reaction was the better outcome you had thought up when König found out you had a kid from a previous relationship. Why would that deter him from continuing to date you? He was a man that didn’t view single parents as “spoiled goods”, and would quite frankly curb stomp someone if they heard them refer to you as such.
👑 He was aware of the possibility of you postponing and rescheduling dates, and unfortunately they did happen. “Sitter canceled? No problem.” “Mom/Dad bailed on their weekend? I get it.” You were so relieved by his patience and empathy for the times plans would fall through.
👑 It was clear to König that you were going to hold off on introducing him to your child. He had great respect for that rule, it meant you were very keen on not having a revolving door of people coming in and out of that kid’s life.
👑 As time went on, he would always show an active interest in your child by asking how they are doing in school? Did they still like [insert movie/TV show here]? He hoped they liked the treats he had bought at the PX on base.
👑 But the one time you seemed extremely defeated and bummed out about another postponed date, he took his chance and threw out the idea of hanging out - the three of you - at your house. You hesitated, but it had been nearly long enough for you to be okay with it. The guilt weighed on you considering it had been a hot minute since the two of you had any time for each other. König was such a sweetheart, reassuring you that this is how he wanted to spend his time, with you and your kiddo.
👑 Almost every date after that became an outing with the three of you. He was referred to as Onkel König by your child, a title that warmed his gigantic heart.
👑 Came to every sports game/martial arts competition/band or orchestra event/etc. Became as active as the bio mom/dad (if they were still around) in their extra-curricular activities. He didn’t want to miss a single thing.
👑 Speaking of bio mom/dad/ex-spouse, he made the conscious effort to be acquainted with them if they were still present in Kiddo’s life. As long as they were cordial, so was König.
👑 Spoiled the hell out of Kiddo for Christmas and birthdays. They wanted for nothing and sometimes you hated it but were also thankful that he has come to love a child that originally wasn’t his.
👑 We all know König is of older age given his rank of Colonel. It’s so funny when he has to ask you about lingo the younger kids use. “What is bussies and why do they want to go there so much?” That was fun explaining it to König as his face grew intensely pink at his ignorance. It’s best if he comes to you every time he hears something new fly out of that kid’s mouth.
👑 He always used German terms of endearment for the both of you, and Kiddo picked up German the more time they spent with König. It forced you to learn too (you were already learning but you were putting in extra hours after bedtime to stay ahead of them).
👑 100% a prankster. And oh god… did it get out of hand quickly. You had to sit both of them down to scold them about putting soy sauce in your coffee when you weren’t looking; that was the final straw. No one messes with the morning coffee. 
👑 Came home with a puppy from the animal shelter because Kiddo got an A on their test (failed to mention to König that it was a test they had already got rewarded for).
👑 The only time you ever saw this man cry was at Kiddo’s graduation. They said to their friends “Can you take a picture of me with my Dad? He showed up in uniform for this.” He held it together for the event, but let the tear loose on the way home.
Likes & reblogs are always appreciated! Asks are opened for requests & ideas for others. Might do some for Ghost in the future ✨
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cartierre · 1 year
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LOVE ON ICE | ms47
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SOCIAL MEDIA mick schumacher x fem!ice figure skater!reader
side note: the title for this is the most basic bitch i've ever created but i couldn't come up with anything better so we all have to live with it now. sue me! (please don't) side note pt2: also i have no idea how the winter olympics work, all of this is probably so inaccurate but it is what it is.
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yourusername see you in a year beijing2022 ! until then, lots of training and minimal distractions!
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beijing2022 congrats!! looking forward to see you here with us ⤷ yourusername absolutely blasted
mickschumacher that means not seeing you at any of my races? :( ⤷ yourusername talk to my trainer ⤷ yourtrainer no
user1 omg congratulations! we love to see you succeeding!
user2 she's literally so much more talented than mick ⤷ user3 i don't think you can compare racing in formula one to being a figure skater. two completely different things, makes no sense ⤷ user4 at least she isn't a nepo baby
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f1wagupdates Mick Schumacher and girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N arriving together at the Bahrain International Circuit for the first grand prix this season! This marks the official F1 debut of the son of 7 times world champion Michael Schumacher.
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user5 omg i love that she came even if she's training for the olympics right now! ⤷ user6 kind of selfish of him to have her there even though she's literally training to become a champion herself ⤷ user7 i don't think mick forced her to come...
user8 she's rocking the paddock fashion game as she did back in f2 already! ⤷ user9 effortlessly beautiful, i'm envious :(
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yourusername you really think i'd say no to mick in fireproofs? and for free? also, congratulations baby for fulfilling part of your dream! mick wdc when?
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user10 y/n going against her trainer and supporting mick for his f1 debut makes me giggle and wiggle my feet ⤷ user11 when is it my time to have an athlete boyfriend who i can support unconditionally?
mickschumacher i bet your trainer hates me now ⤷ yourusername she loves you ⤷ yourtrainer do i? ⤷ yourusername she's just joking ⤷ yourtrainer am i?
user12 why is y/n's trainer so funny for no reason ⤷ user13 the way she's just completely violating mick has me rolling on the floor
user14 can we please talk for a second how cute of a couple they are? ⤷ user15 lily and alex are having some serious competition right now
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yourusername winter break with my favourite person (myself) and mick is there as well, i guess
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mickschumacher you're a terrible ice skating teacher ⤷ yourusername just because you're a loser on ice ⤷ mickschumacher i'm offended to my core ⤷ yourusername ice skating is offened by you
user16 sometimes i come to y/n's profile just to read through the little banters her and mick have in the comments ⤷ user17 free therapy
user18 i hope next season will be better for mick since y/n is then able to join him again after the olympics
user19 you're so cute you disgust me with your couple stuff
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yourusername breathtaking experience and an absolute honour to have been able to perform for my country at the winter olympics 2022. the silver medal will definitely look good on my shelf. lots of love to everyone who supported me along my way!
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user20 so sad to not have you seen with a gold medal around your neck, but you were absolutely beautiful on ice!
user21 well deserved girl, very proud of you!
mickschumacher my little vice champion ⛸️🥈 comment liked by yourusername
user22 you were so robbed from first place.... ⤷ user23 she's just warming up, her career has a lot to offer for the future
user24 my whole tiktok is full of your performance, i love it
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mickschumacher couldn't have a more talented girlfriend than you ❤️🖤
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user25 we love an equally supportive boyfriend ⤷ user26 mick keeps on continuing raising the bar over here ⤷ user27 i'll never find a boyfriend because no one else is mick schumacher
yourusername still baffled you were able to clear your schedule to see me perform ⤷ mickschumacher i'd never miss a chance of seeing you gracefully capture various emotions on ice
user28 i'm down for this man so bad ⤷ user29 fr y/n i want a lil piece of mick as well
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crazyk-imagine · 1 month
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There’s a Heat Between Us, You Must Admit
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Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Plus size!rader
Characters: Plus size!reader, Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton, Daphne Bridgerton, Violet Bridgerton, Mildred “Millie” Nightington (reader’s cousin), Bernard (the servant), Eloise Bridgerton, Francesca Bridgerton, Gregory Bridgerton, Hyacinth Bridgerton, Simon Bassett, Augie Bassett
Warnings: Anthony is an idiot, the bee scene (mainly from the book scene), drama, Daphne doesn’t want to see her friend end up alone, reader gives Anthony the biggest side eye ever, reader and Anthony are idiots, Millie is a sweetheart, reader and Anthony are competitive, the sideburns line was something I learned about, reader is stubborn, Anthony is oddly very emotional in this, reader knows a lot of things, reader doesn’t know how to deal with her emotions, pregnancy scare, the pregnancy scare reminds me of a sitcom
Word Count: 13,647
A/N: Reader’s last name is Starlington and also, super excited to have finally finished this one. 
*1,700 follower celebration post*
Also, Happy Valentine’s day!!
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Sometimes you loved your dear friend Daphne and other times you didn't, right now for example, you don't. 
Honestly you don’t know how this got brought up (again) but you’d wish she would stop; it’s not going to happen even if she wants you to officially join her family. 
You knew her being the first to marry out of the two of you was going to lead to more of her shenanigans, but this was too much for you. 
You sigh, setting your cup down to look her in the eyes, “I have no plans on being in this season.” 
Her shoulder sagged, “I understand that but-” 
“But, nothing. Daphne, I am more than content with my being staying very much untied to a man. If I happen to meet someone worth it, you’ll know.” 
-
Anthony glances over in your direction and his mind goes elsewhere. 
You’re his sister’s best friend who also became Benedict’s best friend soon after you met the rest of his family. 
He isn’t particularly upset at the fact that you’ve managed to befriend his siblings (slightly better than he could) but, there’s something that keeps bringing a certain idea to the front of his mind. 
“Are you going to take your turn or continue staring?” Benedict asks. 
The eldest shrugs off his brother’s comment. 
Anthony uses the dreaded “death mallet” and once again, manages to pass the others. 
-
Daphne heads towards her siblings before they can scream and shout at her for sitting down instead of taking her turn. 
You sigh, shoulders sagging because you know she means no harm; you know that but, you can’t force yourself to love and care for someone you don’t have feelings for. 
You’d never admit it (out loud or to her) but there are nights where you do wonder how it would be if you did get married to someone you loved. 
The concerning part is how her brother sneaks into your mind; not your closest friend, Benedict, or the third oldest, Colin, and of course not, Gregory. 
No, Anthony is the one to invade your mind and corrupt your dreams with his charming smile and smooth movements. 
And you would never dare tell Daphne or your cousin of your thoughts; no matter how hard she tries to convince you he feels something for you. 
You take a deep breath, returning your focus onto the game only to meet a pair of oak brown eyes gazing upon you. 
You tear your gaze away at the sounds of Violet walking down the stairs, carrying a smiling Augie in her arms earning a smile from you as you observe the happy baby. 
You glance towards her and offer a polite smile, giving her a moment to settle down in the free chair before turning to focus on the young babe. “Hello, Augie,” you greet him with a baby tone and shake his chubby fingers. 
“He’s always taken with you,” Violet comments. 
“I am the one who always manages to search for his mother when he cries for her. Sometimes I believe myself to be a dog.” 
She chuckles, “that’s not it.” 
“Why else would he like me?” 
“You have a natural instinct that he senses. Children know these things.” 
“If that’s what you say.” 
Daphne steps away from the others, wanting to see her child. “She is right, you know.” 
“Not you too,” you groan. 
“You will make a fantastic mother.” 
“Someday.” 
“It could happen sooner than one would think.”
“What are you planning?” 
“Nothing.” 
Anthony stares back at you once more, observing the way you interact with his dear nephew. As he searches for someone to call wife, his most secretive thoughts keep coming to mind. The more he searches and the longer you stay, the more he finds himself wondering. 
His mother continues to help him in his search for a wife albeit reluctantly since she finds herself so fond of you. She’d never explicitly tell him to pursue you but, she could always kindly ease him into the right direction, which is when his disbelief comes to the surface, truly believing you to feel nothing for him. 
He knows if he tried to pursue you and it fell through, he will have ruined a lifelong friendship for his family- as he watches Daphne hold her purple mallet for you to take- he realizes he can’t pursue you. 
Not that he’d ever given it any real thought, but he’d never be able to forgive himself if he was the reason, you stopped coming by. 
You shake your head. 
She puts it in your hand, persuading you into taking her place so she can attend to Augie. 
You step down from the seating area with little energy. 
His sister offers encouraging nods. 
“I see you finally came to join us,” comments Anthony. 
You avoid his gaze- you can barely stand beside him. “Not like I wanted to,” you reply. 
“You’re scared to lose?” 
You scoff, turning to look up at him, “that is not what I said.” 
He smirks, leaning closer to you, “you didn’t have to.” 
You narrow your eyes at him, “we’ll see who’s laughing when I win.” You walk away, taking your turn. You’re satisfied until you sense him behind you. 
He follows you, “for someone who didn’t want to play earlier, you’ve certainly found your spirit.” 
“Or was it a trick?” You smirk, glancing at him when the ball rolls through the metal hoop with ease. “You look nice,” you comment, turning around to walk away. 
Anthony’s brows furrow together, his body takes over as he steps closer to you, standing beside you. “What do you mean?” 
You turn, struggling to find the right words without sending the wrong message. “I only meant you look nice. You know, people- people can actually see your face now.” 
He continues to stare at you. 
“Your sideburns were nice but it- they- people may have assumed you grew them to hide what lies in your heart.”
“And what do you think lies there?” The words escape him before he could process his thoughts. 
“I believe the love for your family and future wife is there, along with the care and compassion you hold for them. I do have to admit, I am a bit glad you shaved.” 
He tilts his head, “and why is that?” 
“I was afraid you would have continued growing them and at some point, they would connect,” you use both hands the gesture from your sideburns to your upper lip, “and you would look as though you were wearing a mask of sorts,” you say with one hundred percent seriousness until you think about it and snicker, covering your face with your hand. 
Anthony is also unable to keep himself collected and joins in. He straightens his posture, “what of you?” 
You take a deep breath, fanning yourself. "What of me, for what?” 
“What do you think lies in your heart?” 
“The same as you, I suppose. Love and compassion for my family and the few friends I have.” 
“What about me?” He asks before he can stop himself. 
“What?” You don’t know what to think. 
“I-” He walks past you, placing his mallet back into place before exiting, wandering to the garden. He needs to get as far away from you as he can in order to clear his mind. 
You don’t understand what’s happened and place your mallet beside his before chasing after him. 
-
He stares at you, half listening to you and his attention moves elsewhere. 
“Are you even listening to me?” You stare at him, wanting to understand him. You’re too into your thoughts to hear the faint buzz. 
The noise sends a shiver down his spine, he knows the noise too well; his nightmares (if he can remember any) always start with the faint buzz. 
He doesn’t move as he searches for it. Sadly, for the eldest child, he doesn’t have to search for long as the small, striped animal floats around you. He prays to whoever is listening to hear his silent prayers for it doesn’t sting you; he can’t lose someone else to the blasted creature. 
“Anthony?” You ask, glancing down when you feel something land on you. You realize why he can’t look away. “Hey, it’s alright.” 
He can’t focus on your words, his mind rattled with the memory of his late father. “Don’t move,” his voice is low and shaky.
“I know, it’s a bee but, it won’t hurt me as long as I-” you close your eyes due to the discomfort you get from the sting, and it sends him into a whirlwind. “I’ll be alright,” you say, still trying to reassure him. You open your eyes to see how pale he’s gotten. 
He invades your personal space, grasping onto your arms. “Are- are you-” He glances back and forth between your face and your wound. His voice is low, far too low for you to understand what it is he is trying to say but you swear you hear him mutter something along the lines of, “don’t move'' repeatedly. 
You know you must calm him down before he can do anything. You reach for him, placing a hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at you. “Breathe, Anthony. I need you to breathe.” 
He can’t say anything, almost as if he’s choking on air. Images of his father invade his mind, filling him with worry and dread. 
You can see he is close to tears. Your voice draws him out of his thoughts. “I promise you. I hope you know I wouldn’t lie to you. I’m fine but I will still have a doctor come and look at it so that it may heal properly. I’m right here. I’m here with you.” 
Anthony’s hands grip your biceps, he notices how swollen the sting site has become. 
“It stung me, but I am not hurting. This has happened before. I will be fine.” 
None of your reassurances are having any effect on him. 
The image of his father taking his last breath in his mother’s arm is enough to make lean in to suck the venom out. 
“Anthony?! What are you-” You cut yourself off at the feeling of his shaky hands trying to remove the stinger. “Anthony, you must stop.” 
“Shut up,” he hisses, trying to stay focused on keeping you healthy (and alive) while fighting to keep his father’s death out of his mind. 
You take deep breaths, you try to push him away, but he is insistent and stronger than you. “I am fine, I just need to see a doctor and I-” 
“Would you be quiet,” he finally lifts his head to look up at you. 
You gulp, “I know- I know what tragedy has happened in your family but, today will not be the same for me.” 
He doesn’t listen and continues to squeeze the area. 
You gasp, eyes widening at the feeling of his hands being so close to your breast. This has gone too far; you must stop this before someone sees. “Anthony,” you place your hands on his chest to push him away once more. 
“Stop it,” he shoves your arms off him. “Let me get rid of the venom.” 
“There is a doctor who can do this and-” 
“The doctor is not here. I am.” He stops squeezing when some liquid begins to spill out of the wound. 
You look down, finding the trail of liquid, “see, you did it. Now, I am going inside to-” 
Anthony pulls out a handkerchief, wiping away the trail. “It’s not all of it.” 
You wrap your hand around his wrist, stopping him from patting you dry. “You must stop this, Anthony. If anything were to have happened, it would have happened already.”
“There is still more,” he mutters, staring at the irritated area. 
“You need to stop.” 
“I haven’t gotten all of it,” he turns, staring at you. 
“Whatever it is you’re thinking of doing. Don’t.” 
“I have to get the venom out before it kills you.” 
“It won’t kill me-” you gasp, seeing the determination in him as he leans forward. You place your hand on his shoulder, keeping his head away but fail to remove his hand. 
The click clack of women’s shoes against the rock pathway alerts you, but you feel as though you can’t move. 
A gasp makes you turn to find his mother alongside your cousin, Mildred (Millie for short), staring at the two of you with shocked expressions. 
Your heart rate increases and gain enough strength to fully shove him away from you, knowing how this looks. 
He glances up at you with a confused expression. 
“Anthony?” Violet calls out. 
His brows furrow further, he looks over your shoulder, “mother?” 
“What is going here?” 
“She was stung by a- a bee.” 
“A bee?” 
“Yes, a bee. I’d told him repeatedly I was fine. I’ve dealt with being stung before,” you say, struggling to keep yourself together. 
“You were stung by a bee and the boy found himself attached to you?” Mildred raises a brow. 
“Don’t look at me like that, Millie.” 
“I’m not, I’m wondering how you think this can be kept quiet.” 
“Kept quiet?” You repeat quietly to yourself. 
“Neither of us would repeat a word of what occurred today,” he argues. 
“That doesn’t mean anything for a woman’s reputation,” Mildred says with an attitude. 
“You do realize anyone could walk out here and spot the two of you, don’t you?” 
He doesn’t say anything. 
“Don’t you?” 
He grits his teeth, “I do.” 
“You should consider yourself lucky that it was us who found you and no one else, rake.” 
“That’s enough now, Mildred,” Violet intervenes. “Let’s,” she takes a deep breath, “let’s go inside and talk about this further. Lady Starlington needs to be seen by a doctor.” 
You can’t stand to be there any longer and turn away from him, walking past the two ladies and Anthony; your pace speeds up before you know it, you’re sprinting back to Audrey Hall. 
Mildred sighs, “now what are we to do?”
“We will all walk back and discuss this,” Violet says. 
“Of course, we are but, what am I to tell my parents? They’ll be curious to know why their niece’s name is in a Lady Whistledown column.” 
Anthony grunts, taking a step towards the two. He passes by them and quickly announces, “we will marry before the end of the season.” 
“Did he say what I think he did?” asks Mildred, watching his figure walk away with wide eyes. 
Violet sighs, shaking her head, “I believe he did.” 
“Did I do the right thing?” 
The mother of the family stops, turning to face your cousin, “what do you mean?” 
“I- I basically pushed themselves together into this potentially unhappy marriage. I know I sometimes I can’t keep my comments to myself but, I swear I had good intentions. It's just- when we came around the corner to see that I- I worry about her. I fear I may have ruined my relationship with the two.” 
“I can’t give you an exact answer but, I can say that as long as you have your cousin’s interest and happiness in mind, the most you can do is hope for the best. They are both emotionally driven people, even if neither wishes to admit it. This will be hard for them, and it may be a test.” 
“A test?”
“To see if they will make good of their marriage. You and I, as well as my other children, have come to realize how they connect with one another. They can’t see it for themselves but there is something there and now is the time for them to see it.” 
“I suppose so. What if they can’t make it work?��� 
“Then I fear they will be in a miserable marriage.” 
-
No one else disturbed you after the doctor left. 
You sit at the edge of the bed, your vision blurs; you cover your mouth with shaky hands. You don’t want others to hear if they happen to be walking by. You cry, struggling to catch your breath. 
Everything you’ve been feeling with the last few days is slowly escaping you. Your mother is requesting to visit and marriage situation with Anthony; it’s too much. 
You take deep breaths, aiming to calm yourself down. 
Maybe it would be better if you left and went home or maybe somewhere far from here.
A knock disturbs you from your thoughts. 
You wipe your cheeks, hoping whoever it is will go away but fail as another knock comes through. You take a deep breath and open the door, “Viscount Bridgerton?” 
He lifts his gaze off the floor, “what happened to Anthony?” 
Any curiosity falls from your expression, “your making light of the situation?” 
He shakes his head, “I would never.” 
“I think you’ve done enough today. It’s almost time for bed.” 
He takes a step closer to the door, his hand inches away from being crushed, “I,” he sighs, taking a step back, removing his hand from the door. “I have come to ask if you would have dinner with me.” 
“With you?” 
“I think it would be wise if we talked before anything becomes… official.” 
“Now?” 
“Are you going to use full sentences any time soon?” 
“Why should I? Is it bothering you?” 
“Nevermind that. Are you going to join me or not?” 
“Will there be someone else there?” 
He gives you a reluctant nod, “yes, your dearest cousin, Mildred.” 
“I’ll be down in a moment. I will meet you there.”
“I’ll wait here.” 
“Do you have to?”
“No but, I think it might be good practice for us.” 
“Practice,” you mumble and shut the door. You walk over to the vanity, staring at yourself, wondering how you got into this situation. You snatch the extra handkerchief and pat your face, removing any evidence of your despair. 
You take careful steps toward the door and exit, Anthony leaning against the wall across from your room. He holds his arm out for you to hold. 
You shake your head. 
“Don’t you think you’ve touched her enough today?” 
He sighs, “Mildred.” 
“Who else would it be?” She interlocks your arms together, pulling you ahead of the eldest Bridgerton. “Come on.” 
-
“Do either of you know how to use it?” Anthony asks, staring at the stove. 
Mildred shakes her head, “the maids are always around to do it.” 
“Both of you sit down,” you say. 
“Do you know how to work this?” he asks, sounding surprised. 
“I do. It’s too late for us to have a full meal, instead we can have a glass of warm milk.” 
They sit at the table in the corner of the room. 
Anthony watches as you move gracefully around the kitchen.
“If you keep staring, she’ll catch you.” 
He turns to her, “what?” 
“You’re staring.” 
“No, I wasn’t,” he denies. 
“You can lie all you want but I know you care for her. Perhaps, you always have and never wanted to admit it before and the whole bee situation was a ruse so that you could stop being a ninny and marry her instead.” 
His jaw drops, he doesn’t know how to respond. “I did not-” 
She waves him off, “do not lie Anthony, I know you love her and have for some time now, only you must realize it now than later in your marriage. I do not want her… or you to be unhappy. Oddly enough, I seem to care for you but, obviously not the same way she does you.” 
He scoffs through his nose, muttering to himself, “obviously.” 
You place the glass of milk in front of the two, interrupting their conversation. “Don’t tell me you’ve decided to marry my cousin instead.” 
Anthony nearly chokes on the liquid, setting the glass down and snatches the handkerchief you hold out for him.
He wipes his chin, “what makes you think I would want to marry, Mildred.” 
She scoffs, “you’d be lucky to have me, Bridgerton.” 
He narrows his eyes to her. 
“I’ll be just outside this door, leaving the two of you talk and nothing else.”
You furrow your brows, “wait. Mil-” 
She waves to you. 
You take a deep breath, not wanting to face him. 
It was different when he wasn't paying attention to you and rather his own life, but now... you hope he doesn't want to talk. 
"We should- we should talk." 
Everything in your screams to not run away and hide, even though it sounds like it would be the better option right now. 
"How are you?" 
"I would be happier if I was marrying for love and not because of your concern over my virtue," you mumble. 
He overhears and sighs. “Don’t-” 
“No, I understand. Truly I do, just- I need- it’s late. Apologies for keeping you up.” You grab the skirts of your dress and walk out. 
Mildred watches as you run away. She spins around and stands in the doorway. “What did you do?” 
“Me- I-” 
She sighs. “Just shut up.” 
He sighs and slumps in the chair. Mildred storms into the room after you. 
-
“What happened?” 
“Nothing.” You take a deep breath, hunched over your vanity. 
“You know, you two act as a married couple who have known each other for too long and no longer know how to act lovingly around one another.” 
“You are wrong, cousin. He is- he is the scum- the scum that rests at the bottom of my shoe. Why would I ever marry someone like that? Much less that Bridgerton, I mean, Colin would be a better option and I don’t like him as much as I do Benedict.” You keep your head down, “people marry for less.” 
“I wish to marry for love, if it ever decides to come my way but until then I will deal with him marrying the only person, I care about that is close to my age.” 
“So, you care enough about me to marry me off?” 
“Don’t phrase it in such a way that makes me the bad guy,” she throws herself onto your bed. 
“Go to bed. I will be fine, Millie.” 
She props herself up on her elbows. “Are you sure?”
“I am. Please,” you look up and turn around, putting on a brave face. “I promise you. I will be fine.” 
“If you’re sure-” 
“Which I am. Goodnight, Millie.” 
She sighs and steps outside of the room, “night.” 
-
“Good morning.” 
You don’t respond to Mildred. 
“Are you ignoring me?” 
“I am simply showing you the way my soon-to-be husband will treat me.” 
“What do you mean?” 
“It has already begun. I awoke early and decided I wanted to speak to him after thinking about it all. I say hi but he does not.” You shrug, "it doesn't matter now." 
"It does though. Let me," she sighs. "Let me speak with him. I can- I can fix this." 
"No," you say. “I don’t want you to be in the middle any more than you have.” 
“Alright... now onto more pressing matters.” 
“Such as?” 
“Your plans for the wedding?” 
“Oh, right.” You continue to stare out the window. 
“Are you sure you're alright?” 
“I just-” 
Anthony stops himself from knocking on the door and decides to listen. 
“I thought when I was to marry, I would marry for love not because I need my virtue protected or saved." 
"If he didn't agree to this-" 
"I would be a spinster." 
"That is how I will live my life," Mildred grabs your hand and gains your attention. 
Anthony takes his leave, unable to stay there any longer. 
“That is not how I want you to live your life. I want you to be the one to have another you can call upon if there is something the matter because I won’t always be there and I need to know that you are protected before I leave.” 
“You’re leaving?” 
She sighs. “This isn’t how I wanted you to find out but yes. A week after you’ve been married, I plan on traveling the world.” 
“Your childhood dream.” 
“Precisely.” 
"I- what if I'm not good enough to," you wave your hand around. "This."
"This what? I'm not sure I understand." 
"What if- what if I am not fit to be a wife. I mean," you push yourself out of the chair and pace around the room. "I don't want him to be disappointed in the person he is to call wife. I don't want to be in a marriage of..." 
"Regret?" 
"Precisely." 
She stops you by placing a hand on your wrists, “now is the time for us to plan your wedding. Violet and Anthony have been sitting in the tearoom since I came in here.” 
“She’s- they’re- why didn’t you tell me?” You rush out the door. 
-
You clean yourself up outside the door and nod to your servant, Bernard, to open the doors. You nervously smile at both. 
Violet pops up from the chair closest to the window. “How are you?” 
“Oh- uh- I’m,” you glance to the side and stare at her eldest, who locks eyes with you. 
“I mean from the- well, you know,” she struggles to say. 
You let out a breath of relief, “ah, yes. I do. I am- I am fine. I’m just happy that everyone else is fine.” 
She smiles, “that is kind of you to say, but unnecessary.” 
“I hear you came to talk about our upcoming… event.” 
“Is that what Mildred told you?” 
You furrow your brows, “is that not what you’re here to discuss?” 
Anthony pushes himself off the couch. “Not yet. Mother, if you’d excuse us.” 
“Anthony, I don’t-” 
He gives her a look. 
"We will be right outside this door." 
"What did you want to discuss?" 
"If we are to marry, we should have stipulations." 
"You think I'll be so horrible that we need rules?" 
"Not you. I believe if we have these, we'll have a better understanding of what should come from this marriage." 
"Why don't I just stay by your side and show my face when you need me to so you can look like the perfect husband? Would that make things easier?" 
He sighs. "That is one of the things we need to discuss, which events you'd prefer to come to." 
"Oh, I get to choose those?" 
"Please stop. I am trying to make this as easy as I can." 
You clench your fists. "How am I supposed to be okay with this?" 
“It’s my fault and I am trying to make up for that.” 
You pause, “your fault?” 
He nods, “yes, it was- it was me who... couldn’t.” 
You step forward and place your hand on his, drawing his attention onto you. “It is not your fault when something so devastating comes to mind and you do all you can to prevent another. I do not blame you, but you must understand that I do not want to be one of those ladies.” 
“Who?” The only word he can get out as he studies you. 
Your compassion shifts into something of annoyance, one he knows too well. “You know who, someone who wants to be like Penelope’s mother or maybe even... all of the other ladies,” you chuckle, proud of the joke you made.
"I'm glad you can make jokes at a time like this." 
You roll your eyes, "oh hush, I am still upset about pretending to be a perfect housewife for the one man every woman dreams of being with." 
"Are you included?" 
Your mouth agape as you stare at him. 
"You two haven't maimed each other, perfect." 
"Millie," you pinch the bridge of your nose. 
"Oh, don't act so coy now." 
You roll your eyes and sit down, waiting to hear what Anthony and his mother have to say. You pace along the floor, finding it to be quieter here than in the tearoom with the others, even if they weren’t talking it was still too loud. You know there’s no alternative for what’s transpired between you and your soon to be husband, but it still hurts knowing he will never love you the way- 
“Are you alright?” Daphne’s voice draws you out of your thoughts. 
You give her a small smile and hope she doesn’t poke further. 
“I know this isn’t how it was supposed to happen but there is one good thing about your marriage.” 
You scoff, “and what, pray tell, is that?” 
“I finally can call you sister.” 
You try not to show how happy that makes you, not wanting her to know she was right. “Thank you.” 
She drags you over to the piano. 
“I still don’t understand why you have many so pianos.” 
She shrugs, “for moments like this, maybe?” 
“Are you waiting for me to play?” 
She nods, “of course, I am. You were always much better than I was.” 
“I was not.” 
“Show me then. Show me how awful you play, and I will not ask you again.”
You don’t know how long you had been playing for, but it was something you missed- not having a piano in your own home, you didn’t realize how long it had been. 
You usually prefer to play when no one is watching but having Daphne by your side was nice, she always knew how to help calm you before things could get worse; everyone knew of your father’s temper, and no one wants to face that through his only daughter. 
Anthony raises his hand to knock on the door but pauses as he listens, he doesn’t realize Daphne had learned a new piece. He slowly opens the door and finds you playing instead. 
‘When did you learn how to play?’ He wonders. 
Or maybe it was, you had always known, and he was too into his fantasies that he forgot to pay attention to the true version of you. 
Just when he was hoping to learn something horrible about you; you’re becoming more and more like his... 
“I didn’t know you played.” 
You open your eyes and glance up at him, standing up as quickly as you can. “I don’t.” 
He furrows his brows, “that’s not what I heard.” 
“That- that was nothing.” 
“Why are you lying?” 
“I prefer to keep this information to myself so if you could kindly pretend you didn’t hear anything, that’d be best.” You exit the room, knowing you’ve left 
Anthony in a wave of confusion. “What was that about?” 
“She doesn’t like others to know of her talents because she knows they’ll ask her to perform one of them.”
“Her mother.” He finally understands. 
“And her aunt.” 
Now he truly gets it. "Is this what you two would do while I was out with mother?" 
She shrugs and pushes the seat back. "Perhaps, or maybe you were never around long enough to learn about her even though you're entranced by her." 
He stutters, unsure of where she could have gotten that idea. "What?" 
She quickly hides her amusement before he can see. "Nothing. Goodnight Anthony." 
He tries to stop her, but she ignores him, offering an excuse for needing to put Augie to bed. He wonders what else he doesn’t know. 
You pace back and forth in front of his office door; this isn’t something you can do in person, is it? You sigh and wonder if it’s a wise choice to be doing this at all. 
You slip the letter under his door and take a step back. “That wasn’t so hard.” You turn around and briskly walk down the hallway, hoping he doesn’t see that it was you who was there.
Something moving in the corner of his eye piqued his interest and moved closer to figure out what it was. He picks up the letter and opens the door, seeing someone’s figure turning the corner before losing sight of them. 
He closes the door and opens the letter, wondering what you could have said when you’ve already said plenty. 
Dear Bridgerton, 
I I want to start off by apologizing for my outbursts, you don’t deserve them, and they are not aimed at you, but you happen to be the person I am talking to and... This is not how I expected the season to begin or end and I’m sure you didn’t either but if there is someone I were to marry, I’m happy it’d be you... because I trust you. I will do all that I can to be the perfect wife for you and if not, I apologize in advance. 
Sincerely, Your annoying soon to be wife 
The next day came, and you didn't know how to act. 
You sit between Daphne and Mildred when he enters. 
He sits in front of you and nods, acknowledging you, which you return. 
The girls beside you don't know how to react, each staring at the other with a raised brow. 
You two talked with his mother about the decisions for your wedding. 
"Have you two discussed what you want?" 
Anthony opens his mouth to answer but finds himself without an answer. 
"Everyone will talk, and it will no doubt be in Lady Whistledown's column, but it would be preferred if we had a small ceremony, family only." 
You don’t look up from your plate. Violet nods, listening intently. "I will use the dress my mother made when I was born, it'll save us time on getting a dress. The flowers can be your choice." 
"And after?" 
You turn to her, "it'd be smart to hold a small reception after all though it will increase because everyone will want to see who married the handsome and fortunate viscount."
You push yourself out of the chair. "I apologize but I realized I promised to spend time with the girls before we go out for our shopping trip." 
"What just happened?" 
"Have you two talked about anything regarding your wedding?" Violet asks her son. 
"Every time we discuss something-" 
"No, have you sat down and discussed what you two are to do? Who will be there? Anything that a soon to be husband and wife should discuss?" 
His shoulders sag. "No." 
"I want you to go in my place." 
"What? Why?" 
"It will give you two a moment to talk and prepare for the future hardships you two will face as a couple. Raise her spirits. She got a letter from her mother, saying she will not be able to attend. Perhaps that is why she is so uninterested today." 
"She- how do you know?" 
"I'm your mother, I know more than you would think." 
-
Anthony waiting by the door frightened you. “Are you joining us?” 
“I’m here in place of my mother.” 
It takes you a few seconds to process what he said. “You are?” 
He nods. “Shall we?” 
You close your eyes and take a deep breath. 
The failed whispering voices of the women around you, annoys you to the point where Anthony feels that he needs to do something. “Is there anything that has caught your interest?” 
You shake your head. 
“Let’s go. I know somewhere we can have a better time, away from the whispers of these women.” He leans in, whispering into your ear, “they’re jealous of you.” 
You cover your mouth to hide your amusement, not wanting him to know he’s helping lift your spirits. You two exit the shop and return to the Bridgerton home. “Why are we back here?” 
“We are going to have a drink.” 
“With your family? Couldn’t we do that any day we wanted to?” 
He holds his hand out for you to take, which you do. “Although that may be true, that’s not what I had in mind.” He places his arms behind his back, clenching his fist not wanting you to see the control you have over him. “We’re going to spend time in my office.” 
“Oh? I’m invited in, I feel so special.” 
“You should, very few are allowed in here, especially when I’m working.” 
“Of course. The head of the house needs quiet or else.”
-
“I see going out has helped you.” 
You watch as he fills the glass for you before grabbing it and swallowing it in one gulp. “You could say that.” You scrunch your nose at the sensation, maybe doing that was a bad idea. 
He takes a seat in his chair. 
“Could I ask you something?” 
He nods, staring at you over the glass as he takes a sip. 
“Did your mother inform of the one guest we won’t be seeing at our wedding?” 
He slowly sets the glass down before returning his gaze to you. “She may have mentioned it.” 
“Is that why you came with me today because she told you to and not because you wanted to?” 
“She may have said she thought it was best if I take her place, but it was initially my choice to go.” 
“You’re not lying?” 
“What would I gain from lying to you?” 
You sit up and reach for the bottle, filling your glass. “A relationship built on a lie.” 
He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Are you trying to make this harder than it needs to be?” 
“I can’t just- you can’t honestly expect me to ignore that we are marrying one another when you never wanted to marry and I hoped that when it happened, it’d be with someone who loved me.” 
He’s out of his chair before you realize he’s now sitting in the chair beside you. “What will it take for you to stop saying that?” 
“What?” 
He leans in closer. “Why do you think I could never love you?” 
“I-” You gulp. “You have spoken before that you never want to marry, what else am I to think?” 
“How do you know I couldn’t change? What if something comes of this relationship?”
Your breath hitches and you continue staring him in his eyes. “I suppose we’ll have to cross that bridge if we get to it.” You set the glass down and rush for the door, “I’ll take my leave now. I’m feeling quite tired after our outing.” 
He grabs your wrist, pulling you back in before you could open the door. “I’m sorry.” 
“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pressured you into answering my questions.” 
“What if I enjoyed them?” 
You turn to face him with a small smile. “Then I am concerned for your being.” 
“Don’t worry about me.” 
“Be honest, did you mother tell you about my mother is not coming?” 
“No,” he shakes his head, but you know the truth. 
“You don’t need to lie on order to preserve myself, it’s okay.” You sigh, “is it sad that a small part of me wishes for her to be there?” 
“Not in the least. It’s natural for you to want your mother there-” 
“It’s not because she’s my family, I just- I need her to stop pushing marriage onto me.” You pace back and forth, “this is my way to prove her wrong but that makes me feel worse because it makes me seem as though I’m being a bad daughter.” 
“You’re not,” he disagrees with you. “That is anything but you being a bad daughter. If anything, she’s- she’s scared to lose her daughter to a new family because they know you will be starting a new life, away from her and that’s why she doesn’t want you to help.” 
“But what if-” 
His hand slides down your arm as if his hand lingering wasn’t enough to drive you mad, he tightens his grip on your hand. 
You force yourself to focus on his words and not the warmth emanating from him. 
“Stop. All the negative thoughts you have are not going to help you. But listen to this, you are a good daughter, and she should be happy to know her daughter will be taken care of. As long as you are a part of this family you will be taken care of and not have to worry about expectations.” 
“I won’t,” you whisper, not meaning to. He shakes his head and gives a small smile. “I promise.” 
He realizes he’s been holding onto you this whole time and his arm falls. “Can I walk you back to your room?” 
You nod, ignoring the warmth flooding your cheeks. “I would like that.”
-
“Will I see you at breakfast tomorrow?” 
“You will, and if I ask you the same question?” 
He smiles, “I will be there.” 
“Good, I think this is a good start to our future marriage.” You step inside the room. 
“I am sorry.” 
“What?” 
“The marriage… and the reason we are to wed.” 
“What do you mean?” 
“I lost myself and-” 
You shake your head, placing a hand on his chest over his heart. “I do not blame you for something as traumatizing as your father’s death. Please know that.” 
“But-” 
“Anthony Bridgerton,” you tell him using a stern tone. “Stop it. It may not have happened under the best of circumstances, but I am happy that I will be wed to you than some other man. I can at least trust you.” You step back into the doorway, slowly closing the door as you bid him goodnight. 
He stands there, touching the spot where your hand was until he drops it, straining his hand as he fights to clench it.
-
Benedict and Colin happen to be there when he turns the corner. 
“Quite a show you put on there,” the second eldest says. 
“Yes, you’re whole “I’ll be the perfect husband” speech was wonderful,” the third eldest chimes in. 
Anthony scoffs, “would you two quiet down?” He grabs them by their collars, dragging them into one of their miscellaneous rooms. “Why aren’t you two out?” 
“How could we be out when you’re here?” Colin asks. 
“Trying to woo the love of your life,” Benedict adds on. 
“I’m not- you two are acting like children.” 
“Us? Acting like children?” Colin starts, glancing at his brother. 
“No,” the artist shakes his head, “I don’t think so.” 
The soon to be married man glares at his brothers, unsure if he wants to listen further or not but if he doesn’t let them continue it’ll be worse in the morning. He pinches the bridge of his nose. “If I let you two continue, will you keep quiet in the morning?” 
“Morning?” Colin turns to partner in crime. “What’s happening in the morning?” 
The artist glances over his older brother and grins, “is the soon to be wed joining his family and future wife for breakfast?” 
“With him being silent, I’m going to say yes.” 
“Finally, you agree with me.” 
“I agree with you,” the third eldest argues. 
“I don’t recall.” 
“Okay, now that you two are done, I’m going to bed.” 
“To dream of your wife.” 
“She looked quite nice today, wouldn’t you say brother?” Benedict asks. 
“I dare say, she looks even more radiant since her recent engagement.” 
“You two are done,” Anthony shoves them out of the room. “You two will not speak of her like that again. She is your friend,” he jabs Benedict’s chest. “And your future sister-in-law,” and does the same to Colin. “You will respect her and not talk like this again, understood?” 
“Yes, sir.” 
-
The next morning as soon as you step out of the door, your future husband paces. “You’re awake.” 
“I am, it’s time for breakfast.” You close the door behind you. “Shall we go downstairs and join the others?” 
“We’ll be the first ones down there.” 
“Either way, I’m going down.” 
He holds his arm out for you to take. “Shall we?” 
You give him a small smile and nod. “After breakfast, what are your plans?” 
“I have a few things I need to look over but after that I’m free. What did you have in mind?” 
“I planned on going for a walk along the back of your family’s estate and perhaps we could talk about things.” 
“Just the two of us.” 
“Mildred could join us?” 
“I’d rather she not.” 
“I don’t blame you; she’s been on a rampage since earlier this week.” 
The doors open and his brothers, Daphne and Mildred, are already sitting at the table. 
“Of course,” he mumbles. 
“Did you say something?” You ask him. 
He turns his head towards you, offering a small smile. “No, it’s nothing.” 
The glances between him and his brothers were interesting, intriguing to you and the girls, who also had no clue what was going on. 
He stands behind your chair, hand resting on your shoulder. “I shall find you after I am done.” 
You nod and watch him go. 
“Well, that was interesting.” 
Daphne shushes your cousin. 
-
You lay across the couch, reading another book and were so into it, not even realizing that he had entered the room. 
He smiles as he steps closer, wondering what’s going on inside your head, finding you to be more interesting as he observes you reading, compared to his sister. He leans against the back of the couch, bending down to catch your attention. 
A shadow moving catches your eye and you turn, screaming soon after. 
You place your hand over your heart, taking deep breaths. “For heaven’s sake! What was that for?” 
“What do you mean?” He smirks, arms on around the sides of your body as he stays behind the couch. “What are you reading?” 
You turn around and cross your arms, “why does that concern you?” 
“Can’t a future husband be curious as to what his future wife is into?” 
You glance at him from the corner of your eye. “Is that all?” 
“It is. But that’s not why I’m here.” He doesn’t say anything else. 
You get impatient and wave your arms around. “Spit it out. Come on.” 
“We are to marry by the end of the week.” 
Your brows raise is surprise, “oh.” 
“Is that alright?” 
You take a deep breath, “I just- I wasn’t expecting it to be so soon but that’s- okay.” You place the book beside you and stand up, brushing the wrinkles out of the skirts of your dress. “I need to go over some things with your mother.” 
The humor falls from his face. “Wait- where are you going?” 
"I just told you." 
He follows after you, "I heard you but-" He reaches for you, pulling you back. "Can we talk?" 
You take a deep breath to calm your beating heart. Why is this happening now? You thought you were over this. Your lips part as you stare at his hand. You shake your head, staring up at him. "I- what do we need to talk about?" 
"Lady... things." He’s quiet for a moment. "I won't push you but know I'm here to talk if you need someone." 
"Thank you." You take off, not noticing the way his hand slowly falls or the way he clenches his hand. 
It's been a long time since he's felt the skin of a woman he was enchanted by, especially one he's to call wife. 
"Did we catch a moment between you and your beloved?" 
Anthony sighs, "don't you have charcoal to break for your fruit drawings?" 
His younger brother puts a hand to his chest, offended by his brother's comment. "I'm hurt, Anthony. Truly, I am but it's not why I'm here." 
He turns to face the artistic Bridgerton, taking notice of the serious look on his face. "What's wrong?" 
"Sister." 
"Which one?" 
"Not one of ours." 
He furrows his brows, mouth agape to ask why but realizes who his brother is referring to. "I thought we had taken care of this situation?" 
"We did but then she decided to cut their trip short and has been calling on you since she arrived today."
"I need you to take care of her. I cannot allow her to ruin my marriage." 
Benedict nods, "you finally figured out you truly care for her, didn't you?" 
Anthony chuckles, "I'm not discussing this with you. Call Colin if you need help." 
"We got it. Go take care of my future sister." 
-
He nods for the doors to be opened. "Good morning, ladies." 
Your cousin shakes her head, your mother fawns over him while Violet takes a sip of her tea. 
Your eyes widen at the sight of him. 
He places a hand on the back of your chair. "I expect you all enjoyed your breakfast before discussing more of the wedding." 
"Oh, certainly. Your family has been nothing but kind to us, Viscount." 
You adjust the napkin on your lap to keep you from rolling your eyes at your mother's fake enthusiast tone. 
Mildred pats your arm, knowing the strained relationship between you and your mother. 
He notices the tension in your shoulders and wishes he could pull you away from all this madness. "Anything I can help with?" 
"Oh, heavens no. You have other more important things to take care of. Leave this to us ladies, isn't that, right?" 
You purse your lips and let out a quiet, "mmhmm." 
Maybe it was better when she said she couldn’t come to the wedding. Yes, you were sad, but it was better than the real thing. 
Violet glances between you and your mother. "Why don't we let the girls go on a walk with Anthony watching over them?" 
"But-" 
"I think this will be good for them. It will give them more time to talk." 
The woman hesitates to say yes, debating if this is truly a wise decision before making a decision. 
-
You didn't realize how tight you were squeezing Mildred's arm until she let out a whine. 
Your eyes widen, "oh, Millie. I'm so sorry." 
"It's fine. I should have known better. I know how crazy she makes you." "This always happens?" You don't look in his direction. Your cousin nods her head, "unfortunately." 
"Why has she made this unexpected visit?" 
"She," Mildred pauses, giving herself time to think of a better answer than truth. 
"She wants to know if I am with child and if the reason, you're marrying me is to save my family's name." 
Anthony nods, he understands why you preferred planning this with his mother and your cousin. "Should we?" 
You two glance over in his direction. "What are you implying?" 
He shrugs, "I merely suggest we pretend as if there is something going on, give your mother something to worry about." 
"You want her to pretend as if she is with child?" 
He nods, confirming Mildred's nightmare. 
"Please tell me you're not thinking of going through with this. It’s absurd and- oh, no. Now I like it." 
You glance between the two. "Is this something you two finally agree on?" 
They stumble for a minute, waiting for the other to argue and tell you no but come to realize you are, in fact, correct. 
Daphne stumbles upon the three of you and smiles, neither Mildred nor her brother are arguing, and you don't look uncomfortable. 
"Daphne!" Your cousin waves. "Come, come. We need your knowledge on a subject." 
She nods, smiling. "May I ask what you need my help with exactly?" 
"How does one pretend to be with child?" 
She owlishly blinks, tilting her head staring at the woman as if she's lost her mind. "I'm sorry?" 
"We are feeding into my aunt's absurd idea of her precious daughter being with child." 
Anthony purses his lips, finding himself to be offended more than he had been by Mildred's comments. "I'm not the worst option for a father." 
"Moving on," she waves him off before returning her attention to his sister. "We need information." 
"And you want to do this?" She turns to face you. 
Your eyes widen slightly, not realizing she was going to ask. "I think it would be... nice to show mother how well her child is without her watchful eye." 
"And you're sure this is the way to do it?" 
You shrug, "it's not so much if I think this is okay, it's more like she needs to realize I am my own person and can live a life without her dictating everything for me." 
Daphen nods, "okay. I will help." 
Mildred smiles and interlocks her arm with the Bridgerton girl's. "Come, we have much to discuss." 
You turn to your future husband and raise a brow. 
He stares at the two, wondering what advice his sister could have to offer before holding his arm out for you to hold onto as you all return to the hall for dinner. 
"Are you sure about this?" 
You hum, not having listened to a word he said. 
"I asked if you're sure about this. Mildred and I were joking, we don't expect you to play along with this idea." 
"Your kind, but this is something I need to do. She won't listen to reason if I tell her I don't need her help, she'll involve herself, no matter what." 
"And this is how you'll get her to stop?" 
You sigh, "we'll see." 
The dinner was entertaining for most, you felt bad for embarrassing Violet and the Bridgerton name all to get your mother off your back, but you felt there was no other way to stop her from inserting her wants and needs before yours. 
That was the first night you had a stern talking to from your future mother-in-law and- even though you could have thought of a better way to handle the situation, it felt nice to be taken care of the way a child should, compared to the way your mother raised you. 
You didn’t talk to your cousin or future husband after and went to bed with too much on your mind. 
-
Then came the wedding, it was as lovely as could be even if it was short notice and only family was invited. 
It came as a surprise to everyone, mainly yourself, when your mother decided it was time to stop and act like a caring parent. 
She smiled and fixed a piece of hair that was out of place. “I know this isn’t the wedding you dreamed about-” 
“I didn’t dream of a wedding often.” 
She sighs, realizing she’s been putting words in your mouth rather than stopping to listen to you. “I never dreamed of marrying someone I didn’t love. If I were to ever get married, I’d rather it be with someone I could have a future with than someone who would rather be with another.” 
"I know." 
"And you know what else- you know?" 
She nods, "I've been trying to relive my life through you, and it isn't fair. I'm here to watch you marry the man who will provide, take care of you," she cups your cheeks. "And love you the way you deserve." 
You shake your head, fighting to keep your composure, not wanting anyone to know of your breakdown. "He doesn't love me." 
She nods, "he does, you just can't see it." 
"How-" 
Your mother shushes you, "it's time." 
The reality of the situation didn't hit you until it was time to walk down the aisle but with the help of Mildred and Daphne, you were able to overcome it. 
That was also the only time you've felt the lips of your husband. 
-
Since the wedding it feels as though all the progress you two made was wasted, even Mildred was tired of your constant complaints before and after she left. 
You sit in the library, biting your nail until it hurts and turn the page; a new habit of yours, one Eloise would be proud of. 
You started hiding away to read when everyone went off to live their lives now that the beginning of yours has ended started. You’ve been reading more since your cousins’ departure; it was a tearful morning but you're happy to know she’s out living her life the way she wants. 
Then Daphne and Simon left the hall so they could return to their lives in their own home with little Augie. 
You've tried to go out with Violet and Lady Danbury, but they preferred to ask when you two would expand your family; safe to say you also hide in here for another reason. 
The youngest Bridgerton’s are swept away for their studies as they continue to grow. Francesca and Eloise are nowhere to be found half the time (hence where you got the idea). 
You don't know if you'd be able to handle talking to the other two brothers since marrying the eldest. The comments they make at breakfast are enough, going on a walk with them would be too much. 
Not that you mind the quiet even if it does get lonely at times. 
You push yourself off the ground, placing the book back in its place only now realizing how dark it had gotten and your candle has died, providing little light to guide you; its barely the size of your thumb and the wick is dying the longer you stay here. 
You open the door, carefully closing it and wince as the hinges creaking echoes down the hallway. You pause at the sound of footsteps only to hear a familiar girls whisper. "Hyacinth?" 
She smiles, "what are you doing here?" 
"I was reading." 
"In the dark?" 
You two glance down at your source of light that died as soon as she mentioned it. "The candles died." 
“Can you take me back to my room?” 
You smile and nod, “of course I can.” You grab her hand and try to find your way back to the hallway where her room is. 
-
“Finally, we found it.” You glance down at her, “I told you, we would.” 
She smiles up at you with a sleepy expression. “I knew you would.” 
You open the door and get her settled into bed before exiting. 
You wonder what it would be like to have your own child and stop. Are you really thinking about what it would be like to have a child when you haven’t seen your husband since your wedding day? 
You shake your head and continue down the hallway before turning around, realizing you made a wrong turn; you sigh, leaning against the railing, staring at the ballroom floor. 
You remember the first time you arrived at the hall and saw him. You didn’t know why your heartbeat was so fast until your cousin explained it to you. 
You wonder if he knows how you feel and if that’s the reason, he’s been avoiding you. 
“What are you doing awake at this hour?” 
You spin around and find- “Ben!” You cross your arms to cover you. 
He smiles, “what are you doing out of bed and away from your husband?” 
You take the jacket he offers you, “I’d rather be reading but my candle died- oh no.” 
“What?” 
“I left it in your sister’s room.” 
“Ah, so you’ve seen the whole family other than the one man you should be seeing.” 
“Quiet now, Benedict. Unless you want others to know you’ve seen your brother’s wife in her night dress.” 
“It wouldn’t be the biggest scandal our family has dealt with.” 
You lower your head, rubbing your forehead at his words. “You’re an idiot. I’m going to bed.” 
Anthony had a rough night and going to bed was something he desperately needed, maybe seeing your figure laying in our shared bed would make him feel better; he always seems to calm down when his eyes land on you. 
That was something he always enjoyed about you whenever you were around. 
He stops removing his coat when the door opens, and his brother is behind you while you stay in the doorway with his coat around your shoulders. 
His brother takes the item from you and takes his leave before Anthony starts asking questions (not before Benedict gives him a suggestive look). 
He doesn’t want to ask- he shouldn’t ask, it’s not his place. “Something I should know about?” He hopes this doesn’t lead to a fight. 
“What do you mean?” 
“We’re going to pretend as if my brother walking you, my wife, wouldn’t be a scandal if we were elsewhere.” 
“Why? Don’t you trust me?” You ask, tired of all the games; him avoiding you and now having an interest in you. 
“Do you know how much it affects me?” 
An annoyed sigh escapes him, revealing to you how he feels (about the situation and not yourself). “What affects you, sweetheart?” 
You ball your fists, “stop calling me that.” 
He can’t call you such an endearing name when he hasn’t been acting like your husband. “That is what a husband is supposed to call his wife, is it not? A charming word of endearment for a handsome lady, such as yourself.” 
“Stop talking…” 
“What else am I to call you? I cannot call you by your name, it would prove-” 
“How little we care for each other.” 
“What are you talking about?” 
“You. I’m talking about you.” 
“Me?” 
“You are a pest.” 
“A pest,” he whispers, finding himself offended. 
“You have never once thought of myself in the manner of being one’s wife but yet you act like this.” 
“Like what?” 
“Like you’re my husband.” 
“Am I not?” 
You study him. “You want to make a big deal out of this when you’ve been avoiding me since the wedding? Therefore, you are a pest.” 
“I- I haven’t- when was I avoiding you?” 
“You’re a terrible liar.” 
He struggles to remove his coat and you make your way towards him, helping him. 
“Your brother found after I helped Hyacinth get back to bed after she found me exiting the library. He didn’t want anyone else to see me in such a… intimidate manner.” 
You stare at him through your lashes. “Anything else you want to add? Maybe,” you place his jacket on the back of the chair before taking a seat at the vanity. You start removing the pins and ribbons keeping your hair up, your tiredness hitting you as you prepare for bed. 
He sighs, untying his collar. “I wasn’t avoiding, I’ve been… busy.” 
“Busy? You’ve been busy?” You undo the sheets, settling onto your side. “I’m going to sleep until you can come up with another excuse on why you’ve been avoiding me.” 
“I- believe me when I say I wasn’t avoiding you because I- this isn’t easy.” 
You spring up, glaring at him. “And you think this is easy for me?” 
“I’m not saying anything about our marriage. I have been,” he pauses, thinking of the right word. “Dealing with personal matters, things you shouldn’t have to worry about because of a mistake I made in the past. I am trying to protect this because I care about you.” 
You gulp, “I’m sorry.” 
“What was that?” 
You roll your eyes, crossing your arms as you stare at the ceiling. “I’m sorry for thinking you were avoiding me but to be fair,” you spring forward, pointing to him. “I- I-“ You struggle to speak as you catch the sight of his bare chest. 
He knows what he’s doing to you and his chest warms at the thought of only you being the one to see him in such an intimate way. 
You turn away, fiddling with the sheets. “Like I said, I’m sorry for assuming the worst but considering-“ You close your eyes, following the way his lips moved against yours. You push him away, the warmth of his chest lighting a fire within you. “Just because we are married, does not mean you can use your body to change the subject or get me to stop talking about something you don’t want to.” 
The corner of his smile twitches before he allows himself to smirk. 
You’ve only ever seen him use this expression with his family, never once was it directed at you. 
You’re happy tonight ended the way it has, you’re feeling closer to him, learning more of what makes Anthony Bridgerton tick. 
-
He closes his eyes, chest heaving with every breath he takes. “I’m here.” He pulls away from you. 
Your hand falls at your side. 
His figure fades away, leaving you confused. 
You burst up, confused as to what your dream means and glance beside you, finding him still asleep. You push yourself out of bed, needing the get away for a moment, sitting in the bench underneath the window. 
You stare at the stars, wondering if there was some way, they’d be able to respond to your questions. It’s only been several days since your marriage became official; you still feel as though you’re not and none of is real. 
You think back to your first kiss you two shared at the altar and the one you shared before going to bed. Your fingertips brush against your lips, relishing the sensation you felt then as it fills you with something you never thought you’d be able to enjoy. 
‘Is this what love is?’ You think, staring at the bright moon, knowing it won’t answer you. 
You glance back at him and wonder if he’ll ever love you the way-. You wipe away the stray tear, knowing how much it’d break you if he decided to cheat or leave you entirely. 
Your greatest fear was thinking you’d end up alone. 
Now you fear he’d be the one to leave you without looking back. 
He squints, the moonlight disturbing his slumber. “What are you doing up?” 
Your head snaps in his direction. “Hmm?” 
He repeats his question, sitting up in bed, his night shirt wrinkled and slipping off his chest. 
“I couldn’t sleep,” you tell him, not believing your own words. You crawl back into bed when you notice he won’t fully fall asleep until you’re near. 
As soon as you settle onto your side, his breathing evens out. 
You lay your head on the pillow, fighting the thoughts you know will keep you awake, feeling you’ll need more sleep than anything. 
-
"We need to try for a child." 
He glances up from his work. "I didn't realize your mother was in town." 
You narrow your eyes to him, something he is truly fond of even if you are upset with him. "I'm going to pretend as if you didn't say that." 
You close the door and pace around the floor in front of his desk. 
“If you find yourself calm enough to talk, could you repeat what you said when you busted into my office.” 
He knows what you said, there's no denying what he's heard but what's got you riled up to bring up such a topic. 
The wedding was only three weeks prior, he knows of the idle gossip some of the other women enjoy talking amongst each and he's curious as to who said something. 
He's also been trying to keep himself busier than usual to keep him from staying up too late and thinking of performing such acts upon you. He sets his pen down, giving you his full attention. “Why are you asking now?” 
“I’m not asking,” you argue. 
Is it such a wise idea to try and push for this? Most likely not but you're too upset over the gossip to think logically. 
He studies you for a moment, wanting to understand what happened to make you think such a thing. 
“What happened? I mean, you and Daphne went out for a walk, right?” 
You pause, trying to understand where he’s getting at before nodding. 
“Who said something to you?” He raises his brow. 
“No one… exactly,” you huff, crossing your arms. 
“I know they’re expecting me to be with child by now or at least, in the works of trying for a baby and I don’t want there to be another Whistledown column with either of our names in it. It’s not just my reputation that could be ruined, it could be yours or your family’s this time.” 
He can’t help but smile at your kind thoughts. “I appreciate the concern and I’m sure my family would as well, but everything is going to be fine. We don’t need to worry about this.” 
You continue having your pity party. “I’m glad you seem to think so.” You furrow your brows, thinking about how he’s avoiding the topic. “Why are you putting this off?” 
“Putting what off?” 
“You know what I’m talking about, don’t act as coy as your brothers do when asked about their courtships.” 
He doesn’t have a way out, does he? A knock on the door alerts him. “I have other business to attend to, I’ll see you at dinner?” 
You scoff, “you pretend as if you want me and need me when we are in our shared room but now that we are out in the open you want nothing to do with me? Tell me, are you just using me for your own gain?” 
He sighs, “please, can we,” he glances at the door to find his brother. “Talk about this another time?” 
You nod, offering a fake smile, “of course, husband.” 
His attention turns to you once more, “I thought we weren’t going to have the normal marriage?” 
“It seems we were both wrong.” You shrug. “Goodnight, husband.” You yank the door open, rushing past Benedict and the guest without looking back. 
Kate smiles watching as you put yourself further away from the one person she wants. “It seems you and your bride are having minor troubles, may I?” 
Anthony grits his teeth. “What’s brought you here, to my family’s hall, today?” 
Her mischievous smile turns into an evil smirk, “I’ve come to visit an old friend, after all, didn’t you say I was always welcome?” 
“That was before you tried to take my family’s fortune and run off.” 
She plays with the cuff of his coat sleeve. “If it makes you feel better, I have a husband.” 
“Then you should be with him.” He removes her hand from him. 
If this had happened a year ago, he would be crawling back into her embrace but now that he has you, the only person that can keep him sane; he’s not going to make that mistake. 
He sits down at his desk, rereading the page he was working on when you came in. He knows he’d be stupid if he fell for her tricks once more and ruined your marriage (and family name). 
She pouts, not liking the fact that he doesn’t want her anymore. 
“Perhaps you should go back to your home. We must clean up for dinner,” Benedict chimes in. 
She spins to face the second eldest, “dinner? I’d love to.”
Anthony pushes himself out of the chair. “That’s not an invitation.” 
“Why? Are you scared I’m going to ruin your precious marriage? You truly think I’d be harsh to do such a thing?” 
“We don’t need to think it if we know.” 
She smirks in trump, feeling as though she’s won. 
-
You glance at the two with a sinking feeling in your stomach. 
Is this the way your marriage is going to end? It took a while before you could remember where you knew her from and as soon as it clicked, you were fidgeting in your seat. Why did he allow her to sit so close to him? 
She knows he's a married man and doesn't care. Maybe she thinks the marriage is fake and- you aren't worthy enough to be his wife. 
You push the food around on your plate, your appetite forgotten. You remember the rumors about their relationship but could never be proven since she went back to India with her mother but now that she's back, you don't know what to think. 
He notices and wishes that she didn't invite herself to join his family tonight. 
You ask him about expanding the family line and him avoiding the topic entirely because he doesn't want you to feel as though this is a duty the two of you have to do. 
He remembers when you two were first engaged and how you wanted to marry someone who truly loved you rather than someone marrying you out of a convenience. 
His heartbeat when you told you should try for a child, he nearly passed out on the spot at the thought of you baring one of his children. 
He knows you'd make fantastic mother; he doesn't doubt that in the least but since the wedding day he's realized something he should have a long time ago- something Kate is seeing for herself; he truly loves you. 
Nowhere is it near what she thought they had but she's happy that he has someone who cares for him in more ways than she could. 
-
She bids her farewells before pulling you to the side. "I apologize for intruding on your family dinner, but I think you should know you have nothing to worry about." 
You furrow your brows. "I'm sorry, what-" 
She shakes her head. "He loves you in more ways than he ever could care about me. I saw it tonight." She smiles, "all I ask is that you take care of him better than I could. I know you're good for him." 
You stare at the door as it closes, unsure if anything that’s just happened is real or if this is a fever dream. 
“Are you alright?” 
You turn to face your husband and gulp. “Perfectly fine, why do you ask?” 
“Did- She didn’t say anything, did she?” 
The blank expression from your face falls and is replaced by one of annoyance. “What if she told me something she shouldn’t have? Is there something you wanted her to hide from me?” 
He shakes his head, “is it too late to say no?” 
You scoff, “you’re an idiot.” You close the door, not caring if it slams shut or not. 
He stops it before it closes in his face, “I’m sorry I- it’s not true.” 
“Then what is? Why do you care whether she’s told me about yours and her relationship or not? I know about you two. I’ve read the columns and-” 
“That’s what I was worried about. I don’t want you to think something that isn’t true happened.” He stands behind the chair in front of your vanity. “I don’t want you think I’m a rake when I’m not, us marrying has changed things-” 
“Us getting married is the only reason you’ve changed?” 
“No,” he stumbles over his words, something he does more when he’s around you than anyone else he’s ever spoken to. “I-” 
You push yourself out of the chair and walk towards the bed. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I keep pushing and I’m sorry but right now, I just want to go to sleep.” 
“After you listen to what I have to say.” 
“I have not felt the way I do for anyone else. I- no words can come close to what I feel for you.” 
His grip tightens on the back of the chair. “I cannot- cannot breathe when you are near.” He catches your gaze, “you drive me insane when you try and argue with me. I don’t understand how you have vexed me and stolen my every thought. When you are here all I can think of is you, when you go out with my sister, you are the one thing on my mind. I- you, you are the bane of my existence, but I can’t seem to keep myself from you.” 
You turn around, catching his gaze in the mirror. “Why are you telling me this?” 
He spins around, “so you understand why I have changed. It’s not because I don’t care for you. I care too much about you. I have for a long time which is why I was scared when that bee was near you.” He squeezes his eyes shut. “I was terrified I was going to lose you and I didn’t understand why until our marriage.” 
“But- that was days ago.” 
“Exactly,” he takes a step closer. “I’ve been losing my mind trying not to push you into something you’re not ready for. And then, earlier when you came to me, telling me we should try for a child. I didn’t know what to think.” 
“What about Kate?”
He owlishly blinks, trying to understand where you’re coming from. “What about her?” 
“You’ve been with women before me and I’ve accepted that, but Kate was here, having dinner with your family. She’s- she’s been around town from what I’ve heard being whispered behind my back. She was here and you didn’t tell me. You- you say that you love me, but I don’t know what to believe when the woman you were in love with, who later broke your heart, returned into your life and you didn’t so much as think to tell me. Benedict was more involved than I was!” 
You don’t know why you’re getting so upset over this, it shouldn’t bother you this much since you don’t- 
“I didn’t want her to spout lies about me to you and make you think I am not going to be a good husband.” He grabs your hands, “believe me when I say she is not relevant. You are my future.” 
Your chest heaves with every breath you take. “How-” Your nose twitches as you purse your lips, collecting your thoughts before you completely explode. 
“How what?” He switches between looking into one eye and then the other. 
“How could I be blind?” 
“To what?” 
“I have loved you since I could understand what the word meant and now you- you-” You gesture to your back, “help me with my corset. I cannot breathe.” 
He nearly rips your dress off you as he pulls the strings keeping the oxygen from getting into your lungs. 
You hang your head, trying to keep your emotions at bay. 
“Sweetheart…” 
You turn around, pointing at him with wet cheeks. “You have ruined me. You have ruined me for any other man since before my first debutant and have had my heart for just as long and I didn’t know it yet.” 
He holds his hand out for you, allowing you to take a step closer to him. 
You accept and stand with a few inches between you two. “You have bewitched me from the beginning, if you can accept my foolishness and accept me now, I would happily give myself to you only if you can return the feelings.” 
“I wouldn’t be able to survive if I declined your love.” 
For the first time since the wedding, the two of you share a genuine kiss and not one where he tries to use his body to distract you. It’s one that makes it feel like the world’s stopped spinning and you two are the only ones in the world. 
-
A knock on the door alerts the two of you. 
You wince, covering your eyes with your hand before reaching over for him. “Anthony, wake up.” 
“I’m coming in and I hope you two are decent.” She groans, “God, you two are naked. Gross.” Mildred complains loudly to whoever stands outside the door with her. “I thought they’d at least have the decency to be awake by now.” 
You can hear Benedict’s voice, but it comes out all muffled because you’re not fully awake. 
He opens his eyes and turns his head to find your beautiful face lying beside him, hair in disarray on the pillow. His thumb brushes across your cheekbone. “Good morning, Viscountess Bridgerton.” 
You find it hard to resist the urge to smile and open your eyes, staring at him with nothing but love and happiness. You hum, brushing back his hair so it doesn’t look as messy, wanting to see more of his handsome face. 
“Good morning, Viscount Bridgerton.” You remove your hand from his hair, pulling his hand away from your cheek to peck his palm. “What do you have planned for today?” 
“Spending time with my wife, although I do have to say, I don’t think she’d appreciate me lying in bed with someone as breathtaking as yourself.” 
You can’t help but smile. “I think if you paid her the same comments you do to me, she’d understand.” 
He sucks in air through his teeth, “I don’t know. I think you’d have to meet her to find out the kind of woman she is.” 
“I think I know.” You lean against your elbow, meeting him halfway for a morning kiss. 
“Would you two hurry up? We have plans. I did not come here on a boat to see you two to stay in bed when I have plans with my cousin. Do you hear me, Bridgerton?” 
He sighs, flopping back onto his back. “How could I not?” 
You smack his chest before pushing yourself out of bed. “I’ll be ready soon. Go downstairs and wait for me, Millie.” 
“If you’re not down here before sunset. I’m leaving.” 
You chuckle to yourself. “Okay.” 
He pulls you closer to him, hands resting against your waist, slowly wrapping around you. He kisses the exposed parts of your back before pulling you down, kissing along your shoulders. 
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“This cannot be safe.” 
“Just because it’s a new corset, doesn’t mean it’s not safe.” 
“For the baby.” He ties the strings through the loops. “When can we tell them?” 
“When they won’t freak out.” 
“Never, okay.” 
You chuckle and spin around, placing your hands on his shoulders. “They will know soon. It’ll be fine.” 
He stares into your eyes. “You’re lucky I love you.” 
“I think that’s my line.” 
“Not today.” 
You peck his lips before ordering him to tie the corset. “I’ll see you after our walk.” 
“Don’t overexert yourself.” 
“I won’t. Goodbye, ‘Thony.” 
His eyes never left yours as you’re dragged away by your cousin. 
Benedict steps inside. “Someone’s happy.” 
He shakes his head, ignoring his brother; so happy go feed into the comments.
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rzyraffek · 9 months
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Guys I suffer from jojo brainrot, I know its not my usual writing , but I need to get this out of my system. NO SPOILERS they/them pronouns, sfw, Request open
Also for obvious (and legal) reasons in josuke and okayasu ones reader is like 16.
Also I didnt finish jojo part4 yet so some stuff might be eee not accurate?
More jjba dating headcanons!!
Including Kars, Santana, young Joseph, Jonathan, Josuke, Speedwagon, Okuyasu
Kars
Homie will litteraly pet them. My guy has god complex, thinks that humans are so so smol and so so tiny
Picks them up like some lil baby and probably carries them around everywhere
S/o mostly just vibes in his huge mansion while Kars plots some evil emo stuff (again)
Quick reminder that this guy was doing ah mimimimi ah mimimimimi😴 for last few centuries so s/o has to explain him a lot of stuff
Imagine him getting jumpscared bcs your phone made a noise, or him just walking up to light switch and turing lights on and off repeatedly. Mans fascinated
Also guy is a walking muscle so no matter how big or smol s/o is they going to be picked up and carried around, probably he uses only one hand too btw
Pls brush his hair he will litteraly melt
Santana
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"Human why you carry tiny talking square everywhere? Is it magical?"
My guy will take their phone and 'accidently' take 50selfies, but not in sexy way, but in 'his face is zoomed to camera and you see only his eyes and forehead' way
His love language is quality time, understanding and gifts
Hates germans btw
Will give them random stuff, like he will litteraly bring them a microwave and be like "human explain meaning of this". But also gives them shiny rocks, jewellery, hair accessories. If s/o wants a new car, my man gonna litteraly pick up first car he sees and bring it to them
I am convinced he eats food with his bare hands. S/o has to give him tutoral how to use knife and fork, he won't like it >:(
Young Joseph
Homeboy hands are everywhere, if my guy doesn't hold their hand, he is putting his hands on s/o shoulders or waist or just kisses them
Doing make-up together. And nails. And hair. All of this while shittalking his enemies and talking about all the drama.
Tequila Joseph first dragqueen in history btw
Never go on plane with him, no matter how romantinc he promises it will be. Do not
Also makes fun of Ceasar that Joseph was the first one to find a partner not him😍
S/o and Ceasar probably meet up sometimes to just complain about how dumb Joseph sometiems is😭
Will litteraly do anything to impress them frfr
Jonathan
Not boyfriend, but Husband material
My guy will be on walk with his homie speedwagon and litteraly act like teenager girl with crush. All blushy, shy and asking for advices
Gives them handfuls of flowers, but like Jonathan's sized handful (alot)
Loves walking with s/o and holding hands ofc
My boy will blush and die if s/o does first move
Pls s/o beat dio up he sucks
The best boy husband
Josuke
Bros gonna be so protective, like fr my guy will be worried if s/o goes to shop and doesn't come back in more than 20minutes
He will blush if s/o tries to hold his hand
Mumbles a lot about hair routine and hair products, and probably likes to comb s/o hair
Okayasu probably cried when he found out that Josuke has a partner btw
The sweetest boy alive
Guy will accidentally spoil them. Also they are basicly immortal due to all crazy daimon stuff
If s/o sees stands... OMG PLS pls hug his lil man, his stand i mean. It looks very hugable
Playing video games when s/o and josuke lied to his mom that you came over to teach him some school stuff>>
Okuyasu
This dude
This guy
Will litteraly beat anyone up, for no reason anyways. He just do be like that.
He is very dumb, please be patient
Isn't romantic, he tries to act cool and tough, but he is unintentionally cute! Like he will go to s/o house in middle of day, knock on door and he like "sup babygrill I bought you some ice cream"
If you guys play any kind of competitive game he might let them win! But he never tell them that of course
Also he is very physical, but not in romantic/sexy way but in 'dub me up homie/sup give me high five' hes very bromance. he also enjoys just leaning on them, like yall just stand waiting for bus and this dude will put like half his body weight on them
Once he had a nightmare and called them at 3am
Speedwagon
Btw sorry that characters are all over place and not organised, I am sleeby
My guy will shank anyone for you babe
Talks, a lot. So if s/o is a listener type, they will get along well
Goes to Jonathan and asks for advices about relationships!
S/o steals his hat and he pretends that he's offended, but pls dont stop you look cute!
My guy is very very...unorganised... total mess of a men if it comes to life. I dont even know if he has a house btw
Cuddles on couch when he's sure that noone is around>>>
Will read them to bed if that helps s/o fall asleep
He has poor eyesight but he doesnt wear glasses. Bonk him pls
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gl1tter-claire · 2 months
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𝓑ut i am cheerleader!✦
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𝐋𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐱 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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I feel like she gets so happy to see you cheering her on with all the energy in the world at her soccer games
Sometimes he gets distracted at games watching and thinking about how beautiful you look in your cheerleading outfit which had the same colors as his team uniform
After the games are over you and Lottie have a tradition of going to her house and taking a bath together and having a movie night afterwards
She is always watching all your workouts to make sure you are okay and that you haven't broken a bone or something like that
You and her promised that she would teach you how to play soccer on the condition that she had to learn some cheerleading moves
She doesn't miss any of your cheerleading competitions and when your team wins she rewards you by giving you kisses and buying you things
But when your team doesn't win and you feel bad, she will do everything just to make you smile
one day you broke your leg trying to do a maneuver that only professional cheerleaders could do and she was so worried about you and as quickly as she got to the hospital she started looking for your room, the first thing she did was scold you for not being careful but then She calmed down when you kissed her and told her that you were going to try to protect yourself more from possible injuries
When her team wins a game, you run very quickly to kiss her and tell her that it was great
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literallyjusttoa · 6 months
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Apollo and Jason in alternative fits for the modern mortal au + more fun facts about this au bc what am I if just an amalgamation of random ToA AU ideas!
For this pic: Jason just finished a game with the basketball team of his fancy private high school (they're called the centurions). Jason isn't really passionate about the sport, but Apollo insists they need to go out and celebrate his win.
As I've said before, Apollo is will they, won't they-ing with Admetus in a small apartment while trying to muscle his way through med school. It's extremely stressful, and Apollo is definitely still struggling with maintaining perfection and not seeming "ungrateful" or "lazy". Part of his journey in this AU is rebuilding his support system after going no contact, and maybe actually going to therapy at some point! And also dropping med school bc that's not what he wants to be doing with his life.
Apollo is actually a natural brunet, like his mother! Artemis is a brunet too, but her hair is just a bit darker, closer to their dads.
Apollo's vision is actually just as bad as Jason's, he just wears contacts instead of glasses.
Jason wants to go into urban planning or architecture, but he's absolutely terrified of telling anyone in the family. Apollo's the first and only person he's told.
Apollo's got a small indie band with some of the muses (Urania, Polyhymnia, Euterpe, and Terpsichore) and the rest of them are all study buddies! They stay up till 3am chugging monster and five hour energy like shots and speedrunning graduate papers.
Jason mainly hangs out with Reyna, Frank, Hazel, and Octavian. Leo and Piper are his childhood friends from when he used to live with his mother, but they fell out when he had to move in with Zeus.
Apollo sometimes has a hard time sleeping and other times can barely keep his head up. This is a lasting symptom of the severe concussion he got from his father, and it also left him with random moments of extreme vertigo and frequent headaches.
Other than Apollo and Thalia, Jason is closest with his cousin Percy! They love being jokingly competitive about everything, but Jason has always felt supported by Percy when the going gets tough. Still, Percy has his own life going on, son Jason has always felt bad about reaching out.
Meg comes into the picture as a kid Apollo found during one of those aforementioned late night study sessions. She was injured, but refused to let Apollo call for help. Obviously, Apollo is familiar with what's going on here, so he asks if he can treat her injuries. She reluctantly agrees, and eventually Apollo realizes that Meg's mom is his aunt, but Demeter didn't have custody. He gets Meg's phone number, and spends the next 6 months fighting to get her out of stepfather's custody and back with the family. The two of them get extremely close in the meantime, and bc of this Meg and Jason also interact a lot and get very close. However, in his fight to get Meg somewhere safe, Apollo is forced to reconnect with the family. Again, eventually Apollo will go to therapy, but I plan on making him go through the most stressful shit I can think of first.
I think that's all I got, enjoy!
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thequietkid-moonie · 1 year
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Ok so I recently found your work and I. Am. In. LOVE. 😍 I was wondering if you could do Karma Akabane with a very cat-like reader? I'm talking someone who isn't fast to trust but clings to the few people they like. Or like constantly taking naps and yet is somehow always on top of their game when it comes to assassination or academics? If not that's cool though.😊😊
Karma with a cat-like crush
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[ HEADCANONS ] [ Karma Akane ]
[ Assassination Classroom / Anatsu Kyoshitsu ]
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Idk why but I got emotional haha
I ended up loving it, I hope you like it as much as I do
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Karma is really smart and observant, is probably that since the start he had noticed you, although since at first he was more prideful and a little arrogant he didn't give you much importance, what could lead you to don't trust him at first neither
But as the classes pass by and the assassin training win more importance is where you get the oportunity to show your skills and true potential, however at first were everyone who where amased by your great reflections and elegant movements
Karma is competitive and rather prideful, specially at first so seeing someone that could be better that him it bother him (but he tries to hide it, he won't let you see him like this), he will try to approach you to challenge you, directly or indirectly, but accept is your choise, at the end he will still really interested on you (if you accepted and win it would be more out of frustration)
And when he start to notice how good you are with academics too your rivality just increase, you are getting in his prideful side and his challenging attitude increase. With this he isn't giving you a really good impresion, and you two probably were only related by the rivality for a while, but after some time he just start to get more curious about you wanting to know more outside of the challenges even when he doesn't express it, now more than a rivality he wants a friendship
He noticed how you seem more relaxed and even cling to the people you trust, contrary of how you act with others being just polite, even with him you just act either defiantly or just ignore him (depending on if you like challenges or not), so he knows that if he wants to approach to relate with you in a more friendly way he needs to win your trust first
The more you are bothered by his challenging and prideful attitude the more difficult will be for him to approach to you, and the more obvious will start to be for others his intention too, although is more probably that the ones who notice will be Nagisa and Koro-sensei, who offers to help him if he fails to get close to you
Although Karma is stubborn and since his personality is pretty charming it won't take much time for him to win your trust and become your friend, and with that he had the opportunity to get to know you better
Karma actually likes that you cling onto him, that means that you trust him the most, that flattered him and make him feel proud, and as the time pass by and he start to fall in love with you he just loves more that you cling onto him, he sometimes needs time for himself or maybe you just go with someone else but in those moments he end up missing your presence, he gets so used to you clinging to him that when you aren't with him he feels like something is missing
Also he can be pretty jealous when you cling to someone else, not matter if is someone of the group or not, he likes that you trust in others too but he can't stop himself from getting jealous, specially if you are affectionate, the first few times he got jealous by it he didn't hide it too well, those who pay close attention or know him well can easily see that something bothers him
He finds pretty funny that you like to take naps so frecuently or that you can fall sleep wherever, at first he just let you be and leave you alone, but after some time when he finds you sleeping he sits beside you and just make you company, he prefers when is just the two of you because that way no one will see how his expression softens, how his smile sweetly at the view of you sleeping peaceful or how he likes to play with your hair and pat your head softly from time to time
He doesn't mind if you wake up and see him there, he can easily came up with an excuse, saying that he is just looking after you since you are being so careless to fall sleep, and if you ever came to him because you wanted to nap beside him he will be so flustered but he hide it and let you do it, he says that he doesn't care but it actually mean a lot for him
He tease you a lot for your cat-like personality, always putting you nicknames that are relate to cats and making jokes like asking you to not purr
The rivality part never really goes away, but it lose importance after a while and just become a thing between you two, just challenging and making bets to each other as friends
With some time his crush become obvious and at first he was annoyed by it (specially when his classmates tease him), but after some time he just don't mind anymore, and even when he doesn't accept directly to others he doesn't deny it neither, and he isn't planning to confess right now mainly because he likes to play around
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Lights | Episode 0 | jjk (m)
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❀ Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Producer! F. reader
❀ Summary: Meeting Jungkook was a chance of fate. A moment frozen in time, eyes meeting across a room full of lights. The more the two of you advance in your career, the more lost in the lights you become. What if you never find your way back?
❀ Word Count: 583
❀ Genre: Heavy angst, Idolverse, strangers to lovers, eventual smut
❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 
❀ Warnings: Nothing really in this chapter, vague references to being a kid growing up in a competitive environment, reader being a little poetic about her childhood.
❀ Published: September 28, 2023
❀ A/N: Hola, in honor of 3D I decided to post the prologue of this thing I have been working on while on hiatus as a cool project to inspire myself to write again. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I am writing this story as though it were sort of a ... famous person tells all. 98% of the story will be in the present tense and we read it as if it's happening, with small interludes of present-day where reader is reflecting on her life in an interview with Namjoon. I have no idea if I will stick with it, so please be patient and let me write this at whatever pace works best for me. And remember - there are going to be very dark parts of this series, and Jungkook and reader both are going to have very ugly moments. If that’s not your cup of tea and you do not like to see characters epically fail and sometimes reveal the ugly parts of themselves, this fic is not for you. 
❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment, or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios. This series in no way attempts to paint a realistic depiction of idols, or the industry, or draw comparisons. None of the scenes or elements in this series in any way reflect how I perceive the music industry and do not represent any opinions as a whole. This is not intellectual commentary, it is just straight-up fiction. 
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“In omnia paratus. Ready for anything,” you scoff, shaking your head. “Seems like a pretty big ideal for a teenager. You have to understand, we all felt that way. A bunch of kids working for the same dream, ready to push, shove, claw our way to it.” 
Namjoon adjusts his glasses and nods. His long legs are crossed at the ankle as he leans back in his seat, the perfect picture of poise. His glasses are low on his nose and he’s dressed in a warm cardigan today to fight off the chill of Autumn. 
“Was it really competitive?” he prompts, fingers laced together. “What was that like?”
“It’s hard to say. I viewed it through the lens of a kid at the time. I guess to me it would have felt like a game - be better than everyone else, get a reward.”
“And now, through the lens of an adult.”
You heave a sigh and blow out air. You're in the comfort of your home up in the hills, a fireplace crackling to your left. The production crew thankfully didn’t fuss with your living room too much. It was perfect the way it was, muted tones and lived in, not some minimal, sterile space like Seokjin might have or the maximalist terror of Taehyung’s estate. 
“Now,” you venture, slowly stringing the words together. “I think it was where I learned to take no prisoners and to do whatever I had to do to win. Being that close to your dream, and meeting the legends you want to imitate while living in constant fear it might be taken away… it creates a feral desire in you. Feeds the monster inside the kid that has just started to wake up.”
“Would you say that’s where the hardship began?”
You shake your head. “Not the kind that we’re here to talk about. It wasn’t like - I wasn’t a child star, you know? I was still relatively normal. It was school and working on dancing and singing and all of these things because I wanted to produce music and it was hard, but it wasn’t… It wasn't cruel. It wasn’t dark.” 
“When would you say is when it first really started to turn for you?” Namjoon asks, leaning forward a bit. “The first moment you can remember that you might have taken that first step towards everything.”
“In omnia paratus,” you murmur again. You think about that night, gaze unfocused. You no longer see Namjoon, but rather a shock of shaggy, black hair, doe eyes filled with promise, and an arm full of tattoos. “Ready for anything but Jungkook, apparently.” 
Namjoon raises his brows. “So the night you met Jungkook?”
“In nihil paratus. I was ready for nothing, least of all the likes of fucking Jeon. That was the first night my management ever asked me to do something extreme. So I did.” 
“Tell me about that night, then.” 
You remember it so well. You’re not sure how out of all the memories, this one seems so preserved. Crystal clear and sharp at the edges. You remember the tight, white shirt Jungkook was wearing, tucked into dark jeans paired with boots. His tattoos were stark against his shirt and his hair was wavy, a little damp with sweat. 
Jungkook had looked at you from across the event floor, an ocean swimming with swaying bodies and flashing lights, cryogenic fog hanging in the air. You’d just walked in, careful not to trip in your stilettos as you walked down the steps. Nervous. Near cracking under pressure.
And then you looked up, right at those round, dark eyes. 
In nihil paratus. You were ready for nothing. 
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yuurei20 · 3 months
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Jade and Floyd Info Compilation part 5: Vil and More
Jade and Vil mostly overlap in Jade’s dorm vignette where he pleads with Vil to transfer to Pomefiore.
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Vil does not fall for Jade’s flattery (“Members of Octavinelle lie as easily as they breathe”) but still accepts him on a trial basis in order to learn if Jade is as skilled as he had heard, and use his scheme against him.
Jade consents to being relegated to chores that are beneath even the first-year students and impresses Vil immensely, who says, “You can butter up even the moodiest of businessmen and you’re a wonderful aid on a photo set. You performed better than I could’ve imagined.”
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Vil tries to make a request that can catch Jade off guard but no matter what he says (“I’d like to have a leg massage,” “I need to pin down the names of everyone who is attending (tomorrow’s photo shoot)”, “’I’m thinking it would be good to change my makeup,” “I’m thirsty,” “A picture”) Jade has already anticipated and fulfilled his needs.
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Jade leaves Pomefiore as abruptly as he came, but not before procuring a pair of difficult-to-find shoes for Vil that lead directly to Vil becoming brand ambassador at the request of the designer—Vil’s longtime dream.
Vil declares he does not care about whatever it was that Jade was after, and it revealed that the entire farce had been at Azul’s request as a roundabout way to get Vil to promote a drink on Magicam that they are selling at Mostro Lounge without having to pay him.
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Jade explains, “I predicted that he would not dismiss me simply because I am from another dorm. He knew I could be useful to him, and (that) proved to be enough to win his favor.”
Vil says Floyd got him a stylish, chic bracelet for his birthday that he likes very much.
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Jade will sometimes pretend to cry, which we see him do during Wish Upon a Star and Jack's labwear vignette, but neither Idia nor Jack are convinced.
Neither twin seems particularly competitive, with Floyd reminding Silver that Beanfest is just a game and Jade telling Idia that if he had been incorrect about his assumption that Azul would be teaming up for Jack for the game, he would have simply accepted that Azul had outplayed his prediction and given up.
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weirdmarioenemies · 6 months
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Name: Nomi
Debut: Madou Monogatari 1-2-3
What the heck am I looking at here? That is a rhetorical question, because I know. But do YOU? If you don't, you should know that the character pictured is nothing but the speck! The circle and arrow are just to draw attention to him, and the text above him essentially translates to "I'm here". He's there! I'm glad. But who is He?
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Nomi is a flea! A flea-sized flea. His name means "flea". What a delight! I can imagine him here saying "Oh, you found me!" in a high pitched voice (because he is a flea).
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Though we've seen him close-up a few times, Nomi's standard appearance is the classic Speck, which can even be just a single pixel. It is very courteous to come with a label, because he is an enemy that must be fought! I so love that among these classic RPG enemies like wizards and skeleton warriors, there is just a regular flea. You may think a dungeon is no place for a humble flea, but he would do just fine if he could find a wolfman!
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In the early days of Puyo Puyo, Nomi was, wonderfully, chosen to be an opponent! Competitive falling block puzzle games really have the most delightful roster choices sometimes! Pictured is the Neo Geo Pocket version of "Puyo Pop", featuring what I believe is the only localized Nomi. HERE. He is indeed HERE! Puyo matches are magic-based, meaning this flea can cast spells. Awesome!
Nomi may have been put aside in the Puyo series at this point, along with much of the creatures from the Madou series, but I will not let that end this post on a sad note. Would you believe that this character, this JOKE character, based on a widely disliked creature, who is essentially invisible in all of his appearances, would get merchandise? A "PLUSH", no less?
Behold!
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He is here! ^
Also have fun with the Nomi emoji! It is here: .
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justporo · 7 months
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A Night of Song and Laughter (Part 3)
My game is currently fucked up, so I have to reinstall and pray my saves will work... If not... Well, I'll have to charm Astarion again - and indulge in more writing I guess.
Have part 3 of Astarion and Tav trying to have a fun night out in town.
Lots of fluff and annoyed Astarion in this one, poor little puppy. You can read below the cut or on AO3! Song choice for this one: Buntes Volk - Faun, Michael Rhein
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You)
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(Gif is from here!)
You shook your head once to clear your thoughts, Astarion had caught you by surprise – quite frankly he often did. You grabbed the elf’s hand and did as he told you.
You turned around the corner and there it was: Maeve’s. Warm light shone beyond the big open front door and you could already hear the crowd inside clapping, chattering and the notes of a song drifting through the night. The sign above the door was so worn out you could barely decipher it, but really no one needed it anyway, this tavern was famous in all of Baldur’s Gate.
The two of you made your way over the cobblestone road and just before you wanted to enter a man got hurled out by his shirt collar. You quickly stepped out of his way, dodging his flailing arms. Astarion, who was standing directly in the way of the stumbling fool quickly twirled sideways, avoiding getting hit by a hair’s width. “Excuse me”, Astarion chirped happily “I didn’t mean to hinder you on your way out.” The man stumbled a few feet more and faceplanted in the middle on the round – obviously very drunk.
You watched for a second how he tried to get up again and how Astarion patted off some invisible dirt looking displeased even though he hadn’t been touched. Then you turned and saw who had thrown out the drunkard – a familiar face.
“By the gods, I thought I’d never see you here again, thought you finally made it out of this hell hole”, the tall, broad-shouldered man said with an easy smile that neither matched his actions just yet nor his rather threatening appearance. Of course, you knew him – this was Don, the bouncer of this place. Over the years you had seen him throw out lots of brawlers, drunkards – and sometimes even the worst kind of bards. Although that had been more for their protection, the crowd here could really get quite worked up. Befriending him had also helped you and your friends to not get thrown out during several occasions.
Astarion had stepped up behind you and had laid his hands on your shoulders: “Oh not to worry, I dragged her back to this hell hole of a city – she just couldn’t live without it.” You could practically hear the shit-eating grin in his voice.
“And you brought a boyfriend, oh Tav, what ever have you been up to? Eodin will not like that”, Don said and crossed his massive tattooed arms over his broad chest and laughed heartily. You blushed softly and pressed your lips into a thin line. You really did not enjoy that even the bouncer here seemingly new about Eodin’s ambitions towards you.
You cleared your throat and said: “Don, this is Astarion, I met him while I was away, he’s my…” “Lover!”, Astarion interrupted immediately and pressed a kiss on your cheek from behind and squeezing your shoulders “I am indeed her lover, more even, her soulmate so to speak. And we’re inseparable, aren’t we, my heart? You can tell this Eodin guy.” Astarion happily blabbered on and let his hands slowly travel down your arm. And while you could feel and hear that he was teasing you with his possessiveness, you heard the bite in his last sentence. He might have shrugged it off as laughable that there could be some competition around tonight but it seemingly affected him more than he was ready to admit.
Don just laughed again and looked at your pale companion: “Oh, you can tell him that yourself, he’s already here tonight. And so are the others, Tav. They’ve been worried about you, they’ll be happy to see you in one piece.”
Stepping out Astarion’s possessive hold for just a moment, you grabbed the big man’s elbows, he did the same, and smiled at him reassuringly. “Thank you, Don, it’s so good to see you.” Don smiled warmly at you, then signed for you to get on in. You turned around to Astarion who seemed surprisingly tense. A stark contrast to his usual languid and dandy manner. So you made to close the distance between the two of you, grab his hand and pressing a soft kiss on his lips: “Come on, love, let me introduce you to my friends.” The pale elf sighed at the kiss and your words. “You can keep your hands on me if it assures you that there is only you for me”, you whispered softly to him and grinned. “Don’t expect me not to”, Astarion whispered back and stole another quick kiss. Then he motioned you to go on and let his hand linger on the small of your back.
“Don’t let them eat your boyfriend’s skinny ass right up”, Don shouted after the two of you and threw his head back in laughter again. You chuckled when you saw Astarion’s disgusted reaction and moved your hand to pinch his butt. “I knew why I kept from this part of town”, the vampire sighed dramatically “only brutes, drunkards and charlatans.” You slapped him on his arm: “And that coming from you!” You scolded him but keep moving.
There was already a pretty big crowd assembled. The tavern was quite big – although it was only dimly and warmly lit - and seemed even more so as most tables and seats were moved to the walls to allow for more room in the middle where a stage is erected. A single bard was performing. He seemed quite decent, at least he hadn’t been booted off stage yet. But the crowd was still far from ecstatic. Loud talking and laughing filled the room over the music. Mugs and bottles were being toasted and a not unpleasant smell of pipe smoke, alcohol and some kind of stew filled the big room.
You looked at Astarion who took the room in silently, he let his eyes wonder over the few people dancing in front of the stage, the bard, the people sitting and drinking everywhere around the room and the big bar at the far end of the building. You could tell he didn’t feel quite comfortable and saw that his nostrils flared slightly. “Everything okay?”, you asked him softly and touched his side. The vampire kept watching over the room: “It’s… fine. I am just not used to such big crowds anymore.” He turned to look at you: “Don’t worry about me. I’m good as long as you’re here with me and don’t abandon me for some substandard old fling of yours.” “You’re not going to let that topic go, are you?” “Not for the moment, my love, not until anyone knows you’re mine”, he grinned broadly, shortly showing his fangs and then softly pushed you with the hand still on your back. “Now, come on, show me where the regulars hang out”, he said and winked at you. You could tell he was still a tad uncomfortable but he tried his best to push through it. Grabbing his hand again, you moved through the crowd. You knew exactly the right place. Leading him to the back of the room there was a small staircase one could’ve easily overlooked. A dwarf inconspicuously stood right in front of it. To someone not paying attention it seemed like he was just standing there rather awkwardly, maybe waiting for his friends or his date. But you knew he was another bouncer that made sure not just anyone went up the stairs and to the gallery upstairs – and of course you knew him as well. You walked right over to him: “Hey, Kirin!” The dwarf looked up at you and the slightest smile turned up the corners of his mouth and slightly softened his grim expression he’d worn before. “Gods, Tav! Look at ye! Y’look good girl, come ‘ere!” Without any warning he drew you in for a tight hug that pressed all air out of your lungs. “Thought ye kicked the bucket for good or somethin’!” He released you from his bear hug but offered a strong pat on your back that almost made you topple over. He laughed heartily: “’Tis so good to see ye again, girl. Things have been quite wild roun’ here,ye know.” The dwarf started rambling on about how the crowds had grown more violent lately, almost one big brawl every other night. Astarion softly cleared his throat in hopes of interrupting the dwarf’s tales. “Excuse ye, pretty boy, I am talking ‘ere an’ gallery’s only open for regulars”, Kirin started, turning to the elf and raising his chin. “Oh uhm”, you started “the pretty boy is with me, Kirin, he’s my…” Astarion gave you a huge sideeye “boyfriend. And I wanted him Maeve’s tonight.” The dwarf looked at you quite confused. “Where did ye find yerself such a poser? By the looks of himself, he coulda been one of the city’s noblemen. But ones of those never come ‘round here, at least they haven’t tried for a long time”, Kirin mocked und laughed roaringly. Astarion just raised an eyebrow and turned to look at his perfectly manicured fingers, proving Kirin’s point. You just blinked, not sure what to make of this absurd situation.
“Alright, ye elves are strange fellows. I just thought some time, ye would come around to Eodin, lass. But like to like an’ such, I ‘ssume.” Astarion rolled his eyes at Eodin being mentioned again. You chuckled and scratched the back of your head: “Yeah no, Kirin, Eodin… Just no.” “Suit yerself, lass, but ye know, he’s here tonight, so little heads up for ye and yer lover. Now, wouldn’ to keep ye any longer, go right ahead!” The dwarf stepped aside and made room for the two of you. This time Astarion pushed you on quite eagerly, trying to get away from the annoying dwarf. You let him and wave thanks to Kirin.
“Be nice to me girl, elf. Ye better treat ‘er right!”, he shouted after you. Astarion rolled his eyes again and kept pushing you up the stairs. You just laughed at his annoyance. It was nice to have him on the receiving end of the banter for once.
“If one more person mentions this Eodin guy, I swear, I am going to rip their damned throat out”, the vampire grumbled. You chuckled at his threat and stopped two steps ahead of him which made you to be eyelevel with him. “Please don’t, Astarion, there’s really no need to be jealous.” You took his face in both your hands and looked him straight in the eye: “There’s no one like you, Astarion, in the whole world and there will never be someone other than you for me.” You saw how his gaze and features softened at your words, his ruby eyes suddenly all big and glowy.
“I love you, Astarion, and you’ll have me as long as you want me”, you assured him, then kissed him and hugged him. He hugged you back and nuzzled his nose against the soft skin of your neck. His lips caressed your throat softly, his fangs ever so slightly touching your skin. “And I love you, my beautiful darling.” He lifted you slightly and made to carry you up the rest of the stairs. “But if this dwarf calls me pretty boy one more damn time, I am going to push him over.” You just giggle and let yourself be carried up the last stairs to the gallery.
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Am I The Asshole for being a little unfair to a kid I often play with?
I think I can tell what the response to this one will be right away but I wanted to get opinions on it.
So I (Adult) frequently enjoy a somewhat unique sporting event out with a large group of friends, it's open to all ages and relies on skill more than athletic prowess, and overall it's harmless fun. there's a few kids of my friends that join in and we're usually pretty sporting with them. There's one kid in particular, we'll call her P, who's always very good at it. Not to brag about my own ability, but I'm one of the best adults at the game, and P is often right up there with me, so we end up going head to head a lot and have a friendly rivalry born from it. I know for adults playing games with kids, it's generally advised to go easier on them and let them win sometimes, but I am not underestimating when I say this kid is GOOD and doesn't need our help. And I will admit, I can be pretty competitive sometimes. Part of the game involves throwing objects at each other, it never hurts, not even the kids, but it can really mess up your performance in the game if you get hit at the wrong time. I swear I would go easier on P, but her play style sometimes warrants throwing these objects, and even her parents will do so too. The problem is, despite her skill, she is still way younger than all of us, and even though I know it doesn't hurt and she often gets right back into the game after it happens, she does always cry at least a little bit about losing her winning streak, and it makes me feel bad.
So what do you think, tumblr? Am I the asshole for hitting Baby Peach with a red shell? Or does she deserve to lose sometimes?
What are these acronyms?
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stinkypeanutbutter · 1 month
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silly Aiden headcanons because I have no impulse
i probably already done these before in other headcanon posts I made but ermm I’ll do it again 😹
small TW for scars at the end 🗣🗣
AIDEN :
Aiden has the most unhinged playlist ever like oh my giggly goodness we got metal we got rock we got classic we got indie we got pop we got vocaloid Idfk whatever you can think of ( same 😹 )
totally had an immense phase of just everything . Creepy pasta , animation , FNAF , idk any other phases from 2016 help
Probably dated like once or twice , but they weren’t serious at ALL and mostly online . He just said yes because he wanted to be nice since he never really had friends ofc , so why hurt someone you barley know if it means getting a friend ? ( I’m gonna explode 😭 )
I’m not sure when this was actually invented , but he’d probably try and convince everyone to make battery acid candy drinks . ( they all say no 😔 )
Sorta sad headcanon they if no matter how hard to tries to solve a difficult puzzle , and he fails , he just starts silently bawling his eyes out . Cause you know he’s really good at them right ? He can solve them pretty quickly ? So if he’s like absolutely pressured by a bunch of people watching expecting him to win ( or like his friends cause yk they believe in him !!!! ) and he can’t solve the puzzle he’ll be like “ why can’t I solve this why is this hard why am I failing “ or something and then start crying ig ( Yeouchers angst 😿 )
Bro is the heaviest napper ever you can stack things on him for HOURS but the moment he actually sleeps most things can wake him ( if he’s not comfortable at least . He’ll sleep pretty well at sleepovers )
I can’t figure out an art style for him but I updated it so ignore that last drawing it’s grody anyway he sometimes draws people but prefers just random splotches of color . He has extremely stylized art but yk , it’s just ‘ weird ’ according to some people since it’s really . . graphic . Not in a BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD way but very mixed ( if you get what I mean )
Hugs everything when he sleeps you can’t tell me otherwise like you seen his old bed ?? He had NOTHIN so absolutely is he gonna cuddle everything near him
Hates competing . ( idk if he did it before but we’ll see ) like he doesn’t like doing puzzle competitions anymore that much , he just got bored of it and was really kinda forced to do it when he was younger . BUT if it’s in a game against his friends , he’ll probably do it just to help them out cause they always get stuck if Logan can’t figure it out either .
Does that thing with music where If it absolutely hits he just starts spazzing out and dances to it
that one thing where he walks around in a circle talking to himself if he’s really deep in thought ( he could go on for hours so someone has to pull him out to drink water at least )
TONS of posters in his room
Him and Taylor binge shows together , often ask the others to join when they aren’t busy . They totally watch anime ( Tyler calls it childish then gets really invested in uhhhh let’s say full metal alchemist and sport animes like haikyuu or something I can’t think of any he’d like . But I’m gonna make them all watch Ghost stories because it’s funny )
Aidlyn cuddling is mostly done at Aidens house cause his parents rarely go up to check on him ( 😅💥 ) and also he had a ton of blankets for Ashlyn to wrap herself in . He got her a heavy weighted blanket for her birthday one time so when that’s not around she just uses Aiden as a blanket if she’s feeling affectionate ( he’s warm in the winter time and pretty light believe it or not )
Has a medium spice tolerance , eats more then what he can handle like a stinky loser
doesn’t like anyone pointing out his growing hair roots so just don’t talk about it much 😅😅
steals chopsticks from restaurants cause who needs to buy any ??? They’re free if you don’t get caught / hj
sometimes just locks himself up in his room and lays in his bed thinking about life
LOVES drawing his friends ( especially Ash ) in his free time because he rarely draws in front of people , and will make an airplane out of it to throw it over to them . But he has that mentality where “ Everyrhing I make kinda sucks “ so expect to find doodles in the trash or hidden in his room
IPad kid , can’t tel me otherwise .
Loves hover boarding but he kinda sucks at it so he just 🧍🕺☠️ ( falls )
Will ram into everyone in bumper cars , almost sent someone flying ( Lilly , he bought her candy as a sorry )
rarely catches cavities because he actually has really strong teeth and willingly bites down on hard candies ( I do the same thing because I’m impatient 😹 )
Does all his school work at home cause school has too many distractions ( real )
Buys like body foundation to smear onto his legs and arms . He doesn’t want anyone to point out them out , and if they do he just tells them their from skateboarding . It can come off after a few days if he doesn’t reapply , but it’s fine since he does it again in between and would have to reapply anyway . Idk how it works 😿
Anyway who shall I do next ????? Put your answers in the comment section below subscribe like and support my Patreon see you in the next video 😹😹😹☝️☝️💥💥
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thissying · 7 months
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interview with Gianni Vecchio, about Max
In the meantime, for five years now Vecchio has been part of Verstappen's sim racing team, which got an extra Verstappen-mark last year by it becoming part of Verstappen.com Racing. When he got the invitation in 2018, he could barely believe it. "It was bizar, I was a bit starstruck to be honest," Vecchio begins his exclusive interview with Motorsport.com. "But through the years we've built a sort of friendship. It's not that we see him as a Formula 1 driver all the time, we see him more as a Team Redline team mate. We spend a lot of time together, we practice together a lot. But we also have a lot of fun. It's not just sim racing. We play FIFA together a lot, we play Call of Duty a lot, we play games like Among Us. A friendship has developed. We share a lot of the same interests. It's cool to have someone like him as your team mate, but also as a friend because he keeps pushing you. That's the most important thing in sim racing and sports in general. So yeah, that's not so bad, it's always good to have someone who pushes you."
Not only in the simulator does Verstappen turn out to be competitive, in FIFA he also regularly defeats his Team Redline team mates. "Max wants to be the best in everything he does," Vecchio knows from experience. "He has a few friends in FIFA eSports, named Team Gullit. He plays with them, so he gets tips on the skills he can perform. He's in it completely. When he plays, he's crazy about FIFA. He's the best because he puts the most time in it and has access to the best players," the sim racer laughs.
For Team Redline that mentality is actually one of the big advantages of having Verstappen as a team mate, states Vecchio. "Like I said, it's about having someone who pushes you. If he sees you're making an effort and you really show you want to advance the team and yourself and that you have the same goal of winning everything as he does, then he's one of the best people you can meet," Vecchio praises the two time world champion. "He gives a lot. It's incredible to have someone like that, who pushes you, gives you tips and is also a sort of mentor."
Team Redline has created a safe space for all sim racers and real life racers so they can communicate with each other. That's also why Vecchio considers himself a friend of Verstappen. "It's not like we see each other often during the year, but fact is we are in touch every day.
We send messages to each other and are in voice chat channels. We talk about what's going on in his life but he's also interested in what happens in our lives. He continues to ask what we do, what's on the calendar, what we're doing. That's pretty cool. You know there's someone on the other end who cares about you. Talking to him is like talking to a good friend. It's like we developed a friendship, we know that there's trust and respect for each other. That's something that helps us very much in the team, to have a safe space. It's just great to have that."
And yet, it's not only a positive thing to have Verstappen as a team mate. It happens sometimes that the Dutchman sets a fastest lap in no-time with very little practice. "I wouldn't say it's a bad thing, but sometimes it can be annoying!" Vecchio laughs. "He'll come back from a Formula 1 weekend and we let him know what combination [car and circuit] we're driving. Within five minutes Max Verstappen is P1. And I'm like: 'What's happening here? What am I doing wrong?' He's annoyingly adept at everything he does. I wouldn't say it's irritating but it is something that gets on my nerves sometimes!", he jokes.
On the other hand, Vecchio knows that it's because of his skills that Verstappen makes a good team mate. He's therefore learned a lot from the Red Bull Racing driver in his five years at Ream Redline. "Keep pushing yourself, never give up and even if you're not at 100 percent, then try to find the other one or two percent," the sim racer cites as examples of the things he learned from Verstappen. "Keep pushing beyond your limits in sim racing. Stay focused, keep chasing your goals and stay motivated in everything you do," he rounds off the list.
That's how a lot of knowledge came to the sim racers, but have they been able to teach Verstappen some things? "That's hard to say," laughs Vecchio. "Racing-wise he's a complete driver, he knows what to do in every car. It's not that he's only good in a Formula 1 car, sometimes he tests a GT-car and he's incredible in that, too. As far as racing is concerned, we couldn't teach him very much." Still, Vecchio can name one thing, although that's more to do with the principles of sim racing. "At first, he wasn't a sim racer like we are. We had to explain a little how it works when it comes to managing traffic in multi-class races. Maybe that was something we could teach him a little, but we benefit a lot from him, more than he does from us," the Italian German points out.
That's why Vecchio emphasises that Verstappen's influence on the team should not be underestimated. "It's incredible, really insane. It's like a crane lifting an 8 tons object, that's how I see it. He pushes us, creates opprtunities for us with Heineken, Red Bull, Verstappen.com... He pushes us to the limit because he sees the talent in us. He is like a mentor, he wants to help everyone move forward. It's incredible and cool to see, but the same goes for Atze [Kerkhof, team manager], for everyone in the team. We push each other, but Max is the one who really gives that last 10 percent extra when it comes to pushing.
Because of his busy F1 schedule, Verstappen can't always be found in the simulator. The Dutchman likes spending his free time sim racing and so takes part in special events like 12h Bathurst or 24h Le Mans. Even when he can't participate in those races, he'll be busy behind the scenes to support Team Redline, Vecchio reveals. "Call me crazy, but it's insane. Max has a gaming laptop with all the simulator games: F1, iRacing, anything. When he has time... and call me crazy but it happens every week like that! We're at home with a steering wheel and pedals and he's doing it with a controller. A controller, iRacing, a simulation game, very difficult... Even though he can't really give us feedback, he tries what he can to help us ahead. So it doesn't matter if he's on the road or at home. It doesn't matter. Whatever he has scheduled, he'll practice with us - even if he can't race with us. It doesn't matter to him because he wants to help the team forward. That says it all."
Even though the controller doesn't give nearly the same feedback as a steering wheel and pedals, Verstappen, even on a controller, is hardly inferior to his Team Redline team mates. "It's insane. I always thought talent is in the legs and arms but he even has it in his fingers!" As an example, Vecchio cites the preparation for iRacing's 24h Spa, which was held in the same weekend as the Hungarian GP. "We did a race and he was only three tenths slower! On a controller, compared to us. Can you imagine? Three tenths, on a controller, for an entire stint! It's not over one lap, but several laps. That's bizarre."
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