#n expect .... elias.... 👀

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DESERVE BETTER

Request: Hey darling 👀 Can I request angst to fluff fic with bill guarnere x reader, where maybe they see each other after the war, when she comes to Philadelphia to see him but he's like, 'you should find someone better than me' y'know? If you don't like it it's totally fine, no worries!❤️

Pairing: Bill Guarnere x nurse!Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

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Requested by: @sparkyluz

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Warnings: language, mentions of death, wounds, let me know if I missed something.

A/N: please someone explain why was this so difficult to write, like??? Also I apologize for how I wrote bill's accent, that's a tricky one. Enjoy tho, and if you'd like to be added to any taglist or have any requests, send and ask <3

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"Dunno if you heard, sweetheart, but Bill's back home."

She had said.

"He's gettin' rest these days, but it'll do him some good to finally see ya."

I cried at Bill's mother's short phone call, but not like I had wailed for weeks, when I had thought him dead.

No; this time, I cried in relief, freeing all my mourning and sorrow with the tears until there were none to shed.

Bill and I knew each other from school; I shared class with him until my family moved out of Philadelphia. It wasn't until a few months before he joined the paratroopers that, by chance, encountered each other.

I had traveled to visit my brother at his job; Bill had turned out to be his co-worker. At first, the Italian boy didn't recognize me. It was only after we had spoken for five minutes when Bill seemed to come to the realization that we had pretty much spent a great part of our childhood sharing class.

He was delighted by that, yet quite embarrassed of not knowing who I was right away.

"Christ, Y/n," he rubbed his neck, head tilted down while his warm eyes stared straight at me through his brows. "Had I known— I didn't really—" he cleared his throat, motioning at my form whilst looking at me up and down. "you look so different!"

"Do I?" He nodded, but I denied slowly with a content smile. "I don't think so. You just didn't pay me much attention, now did you?"

"And I'm a goddamn fool for that, am I right?" He questioned with an incredulous chuckle. "Missin' out on ya," he tsked his tongue. "Must've been blind."

"Must've been." I let out a bashful laugh, straightening my skirt in order to take my attention away from the way he stared. When my eyes flickered back at Bill once more, I caught a smug smirk on his face, which made me laugh again. "What is it?"

"This ain't a proper place to ask ya but" he shrugged, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket. "If ya want to," he cleared his throat, examining my features with the same anticipation I was feeling. "I'd be happy to pick ya up sometime, y'know," he averted his gaze for a moment, choosing instead to look down while his foot kicked a rock. "Go dancin'... or for a walk maybe?"

"I'd love that!" I replied without missing a beat, trying to hold back my excitement.

We had quickly enrolled in a sweet courtship, to everyone's surprise. Not only because Bill had a bit of a womanizer reputation, but also due to the fact that I no longer lived in Philly, so a long lasting romance wasn't exactly expected by anyone— me included.

Despite that, we somehow made it work, and going against my friends advice, I ended up falling for the shameless, smug Italian boy and his not-so-hidden heart of gold.

He got it just as bad, though; it became more and more noticeable each passing day. Even when he tried to play the 'tough guy' card in order not to be teased, the lovey dovey eyes were still visible to everyone.

Then, he enlisted in the paratroopers.

I enlisted in the Army Nurse Corps.

We promised to write, and we did.

He would tell me about his training at Toccoa, I would tell him about my own at Fort Devens.

We lost touch for a while, which worried me to no end. Ironically enough, we met again in Holland, during operation Market Garden— I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw him.

"Bill?" I had been brought to the aid station as an additional help a mere couple of days before. "Bill!" I called his name again, assuming he hadn't heard me over the chaos. I was walking to him when he finally turned around, a dumbfounded, shocked expression keeping his mouth open.

"Y/n?" A relieved laugh left my chest once the encounter seemed to settle in Bill, allowing him to react. His arm were wrapped around me as fast as lightning, squeezing me tight. "Wha- How- The hell are ya doin' here?!"

"My job. What are YOU doin' here?" I pulled back, giving him a quick check in order to figure whether he had been wounded.

"MY job." He took my hands in his and brought me back for another hug, this time more tender. "Get your pretty ass back to the states." He demanded after planting a kiss on my shoulder.

"For you not to write again?" I shook my head no with a teasing grin. "Not a chance, darlin'."

It was him who pulled away this time, keeping my hands on his. "It's not like I didn't wanna write, I—"

"Bill I know, I'm joking." I reassured him, caressing his cheek with my thumb. "I was really worried."

"You have no idea how much I missed ya." He stated, brown eyes full of love dug into mine. "Just wish you weren't here."

After that little moment, we ran into each other a few more times. We made the most of it, and cherished every instant as if it was the last.

We recovered contact, sending a letter everytime we could and hoping for them not to get lost in the mayhem the war was becoming.

We poured our hearts into a couple of badly written lines, placing oath in them. Promising we were fine, promising to keep writing, promising to go back to each other, promising our hearts belonged to one another.

I was pulled back to Paris in order to lend a hand in one of the hospitals, and correspondence became difficult again, but we managed.

At least until January.

Despite Bill's promises, I would have figured he had grown tired of the waiting —war was hell, a long, tedious hell—, had one of his last envelopes not contained the ominous words it did.

'The thought of you is one of the few things that brings hope to my mind in this cold hellhole. If I ever stop writing to you, consider me dead, cause I will be.

Y/n, I think this place might be it for me. I love you.'

So, surely enough, when the letters stopped coming, I thought him dead.

Turns out he wasn't.

Baffled and hurt, I debated for days whether if I should go to see him, as his mother had suggested, or if I should stay away and not bother him.

At the end of the day, it wasn't him who had deemed appropriate to let me know he was safe; there must have been a reason behind that decision, and, legitimate or not, a part of me adviced me to respect it and move on with my life.

The other part, however, urged me to go meet Bill, to confront him and ask for a proper explanation, and to obtain the reassurance that, even if he didn't wish to see me anymore, at least he was safe and sound.

After a week, I ended up opting for the latter. Gathering up all the courage and strength I could find, I put on my best clothes and headed out to the Guarnere's home.

On my way there, I tried to think about a decent way to approach the situation, a firm yet understanding one, but whatever I had come up with evaporated the moment Bill's mother opened the door.

"Y/n, sweetheart." She gave me a broken smile, and I did my best to reciprocate it with one deserving of hers. "Come in, come in."

I obeyed, stepping into her home, now quieter and darker, with one kid less and a life worth of sorrow more.

"D'you fancy anythin'?" I shook my head no, my lips pursed in a polite smile. "Cuppa water? Maybe a sweet?" She questioned again, rushing to the kitchen.

"No, thank you, ma'am." I reiterated, waving one of my hands in dismissal while the other held my purse. "I just thought I'd come see—"

"Bill! 'course." She finished, coming out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron —not because they were dirty, but because she was anxious about something. Maybe Bill had let her know already that he didn't wish to see me. "He's in his room— I think he's not sleepin' but knock before, just in case, yeah?"

"Yes, ma'am, thank you."

"Y/n!" I turned halfway to meet his mother's eyes; they carried a different kind of sadness I had only seen in women who had lost their kids to the war. "Be gentle with him— understanding. He needs it." I gave the older lady a confused nod, silently promising her to do so.

Knock knock.

"Come in."

I didn't know what I had expected previous to open Bill's door, but it surely wasn't what I was met with.

"Thought I heard ya." He spoke with a grunt, leaving the crutches he had been using against the wall before sitting on his bed.

Aside from the brief glance he had spared me right after I entered the room, Bill didn't meet my gaze; his eyes seemed to wander every corner of the estance, a tinge of discomfort plastered on his face.

He didn't want me there, and I, as a nurse, had some idea of what the reason might be.

"You're alive." Were the first words that left my mouth. Bill shifted uncomfortable under my glance.

"Looks like it." He mumbled. "What brings you here?"

"I—" it took me a moment to elaborate, as I was at a loss of words at his reaction. "I thought you dead."

"Lucky me."

"Bill..."

"Nah, don't start with that." Bill sniffed with a grimace. "I seen ya look like that at the soldiers you took care of. It's pity."

"It's not pity." It took my best effort not to sound frustrated, nor bitter. That's the last thing Bill needed.

"Whatever it is, I don't want it."

Silence.

"Can I sit?" He shrugged, motioning nonchalantly at the mattress. "Why didn't you tell me you were alright?"

"Well, maybe 'cause I ain't alright?" He bit back. "Would you call this bein' alright?" Huffing something under his breath, he attempted to pick up the crutches again, only to be stopped by my hands, gently placed on his shoulder and bicep.

"Woah, what'd you think you're doing?"

"Gotta go help my Ma 'round." His excuse was bad, he knew it as well as I did, but I didn't call it; instead, I indulged him, dropping my hands on my lap while my mind searched for a way to approach this.

I couldn't approach it as a nurse, it seemed wrong somehow, but if I approached it as his... Girlfriend? Former girlfriend? Friend maybe? —I didn't even know where we stood anymore—, I would most likely lash out.

I had to find a middle ground; one personal, yet understanding.

"I'll go help, you stay here." I finally spoke, pushing myself off the bed and easily outrunning Bill, who was already helping himself up, on my movements to the door. Though his words stopped me right on the spot.

"No, you go home." I couldn't help but stare at him with hurt shining through my welled up eyes— not due to the sentence, per se, but because of how definitive he had sounded.

I would have listened to him, I would have fulfilled his wish and left, had it not been for the single tear he managed to wipe before I could fully catch a glimpse of it.

"I'm staying, Bill." He cursed me, securing the grip on the crutches before following my lead to the exit. "Do you want me away?" I asked, not moving out of his path just yet.

"Ye— no! Not like that." He grunted out a 'fuck' balancing himself on his walking aid in order to be more comfortable.

"Then how?" I questioned, pushing out of him the words he was afraid to speak. "How is it, then? You want me away or not?" I tried not to get worked up over it, as remaining calm was the best I could do.

He sighed, still unable to meet my eyes, even when we stood face to face. "Ya know how it is, Y/n." He turned his head to the side. "Ya deserve better than..." Bill gestured at himself. "...this."

My heart shattered in a thousand pieces, and I tried not to stare at him with sadness in my eyes, for he would mistake it for pity.

"Hell, I had little to offer ya before, but now?" He shook his head 'no' with a frown. "I don't even have my whole self!" He exclaimed in desperation, finally looking up; his eyes were bloodshot from the unshed tears, and not crying turned into a challenge. "You're the best looking broad I seen, smart too, and got a heart of gold. You could do so much better than this, and I'd be damned if I let ya settle for it."

"Bill, that decision is mine to make." I stated in a low pitch, my brows as furrowed as his. "I don't want better, I want you. Get it through your thick skull." I could see how conflicted he was about my words just by the way he shifted his weight from one crutch to another. "Unless you really want me away, I'm not going anywhere."

I paused in order to take a deep breath, rubbing my hands together in an anxious manner. My heart stammered so hard against my chest that it seemed as if it would break through and go to Bill. I figured it made sense, since it belonged the him by then.

"I... I don't really know where we stand anymore but, well—" I cleared my throat, nervous yet determined to speak my mind. "Dunno about you, but I meant everythin' I said in those letters." Bill pursed his lips in a thin line. "I love you, nothing's gonna change that."

"Y/n—"

"I'm gonna stand with you, either as a friend or..." I sighed, not able to bring myself to finish the sentence. "You're alive and home, that's all that matters. We'll figure out the rest as we go, alright?"

"Ya don't have to."

"But I want to."

Silence again. Bill opened his mouth like a fish above water, but didn't manage to get anything out. I myself wasn't sure of what else I could say.

Gulping, I reached out to hold his cheek, gently caressing it with my thumb before leaning on to place a chaste kiss atop his opposite cheekbone. I made sure to put every emotion he made me feel on it, just in case this was a goodbye.

His breath hitched; my heart clenched.

I pulled away to stare at him, gifting him a bittersweet smile, my reassuring touch still on the side of his face.

Before I could move away any further, Bill let go of his left crutch, which made me gasp in terror and leap forward in order to hold him steady, but he, unsurprisingly, didn't need my help.

His left palm found its way to the back of my neck and easily pulled me in for a kiss, as wistful as my the expression in my face.

It mirrored the peck I had just imprinted on his cheek; charged with feelings of all kinds, and for a second I worried it was, in fact, a goodbye.

My stomach flipped as I returned the kiss, my hands squeezing his sides in hopes to keep him close to me forever.

But a kiss is just a kiss, and when he retreated in order to take in some air, said hopes vanished. He rested his forehead against mine briefly, his eyes shut and his hand sliding down from my neck to my forearm.

"I don't wanna hold ya back." He confessed in a whisper. "Please don't think I don't love ya, I do, I just—"

"I understand, Bill." I cooed the soldier. "And I need you to understand that you're not holding me back in any way." His shoulders relaxed, as if I had just taken a heavy burden off them. "I'm gonna sit you down, and I'll go help your Ma for ya, 'kay?" He shook his head no and I sighed in desperation. "Bill—"

"Stay with me." He almost begged; when his eyelids fluttered open, I could see the vulnerability his warm eyes held while they gazed into mines. "Just for a bit."

I nodded at his request. "As long as you want me to."

It took us a hot minute to move back to the bed; Bill was a heavy man and I could only do so much to move him. After some struggle, I managed to plop him down, his back leaning on the headboard through the cushions, not without almost falling on top of him.

That earned a tired yet amused laugh from the both of us, and some teasing from his side at the way my cheeks seemed to turn pink. I was quick to toe off my shoes and cart off my jacket before lying down with him, following the invitation of his stretched out arm.

"Just like in the old days, huh?" He commented, reminiscing our time prior to the war when I placed my head on top of his chest, his arm going around me to squeeze me tight. "I'm really sorry for not writing, baby."

"I know." I snuggled again him, my eyes closed as he wrapped both his arms around me. "It's gonna be okay, Bill." I assured him.

"I know it'll be, now that you're with me." He whispered kissing my crown. "I'm so lucky to have ya."

"You can bet on it."

He chuckled, mumbling something about me being a smug bastard before partially sliding down. "Don't mind me if I fall asleep, darlin'." He warned.

I assured him I didn't mind, since I was letting myself ease into his embrace to the point where I knew I too would drift off.

After so many nights weeping, this out-of-time nap would feel like heaven, specially with Bill by my side, and the promise of a future by each other's side ahead.

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this was once again my favourite chapter!! i don't know how you keep on beating your own very high quality but somehow you do!! i loved this chapter, though i am afraid this is only the start of a lot of angst and tears to come 😔😔 which i kind of expected but still- a girl can hope for just a series filled with fluff only (usually i'd say that would get boring but honestly you could pull it off and have me read a 30-chapter fic of fluff only and not get bored at all) anyway- i'll get into the specific commentary. there's a lot of it this chapter so buckle up!!

“Cecily can’t be there, Y/N.” elias with all due respect shut UP

“I don’t have that luxury,” he said, making you shake your head fervently. elias is really determined on putting the stupid in himbo huh

You let out a breath, his confession distracting you momentarily. “You hold Cecily dear to your heart?” y'know what i diagnose cherie with adhd she's constantly getting distracted by everything and having to go outside when it's too loud- also i have adhd and i am relating to her so!!

“Well, that won’t do,” you murmured to yourself, “I don’t care what anyone else thinks, I will get those two together.” honestly never before have i actually related to a y/n in a reader fic this much i support cherie with all my heart ALSO i just realised cherie is literally cher from clueless?? even their (nick)names are pretty much the same?? how did i not notice this before

“Oh everyone has those lists,” Cecily said airily. “Mama makes one for Hugh every season, but he insists he wants us girls to marry first before he even considers looking for a wife.” every single time i hear anything about hugh i fall more in love with him how are you so good at writing characters that i'm in love with him without his actual presence in the fic?? also if you ever decide to write a spin-off about hugh i will support it with my entire being and be forever grateful

“That’s what Hugh does.” hugh i want you to know i love you with all my heart i don't care what you do

“Especially after Benedict saw something he wasn’t supposed to see, I think?” which one of the several times. benedict is all-seeing for all i know he seems to know a lot of shit about his brother

Penelope leaned in closer to hear it better. ha i see what you did there 👀👀

“Mm hm,” Eloise stated, winking at you. “Sounds like a scandal.” that's what i've been saying bestie!! you don't even know half of it!! honestly if eloise was to know how many scandalous things anthony has been doing to get closer to cherie she'd die of embarrassment

You looked around and held your breath as soon as you caught the sight of Anthony and Benedict by a corner, looking to be in a deep conversation honestly i've been assuming that every time cherie sees them in a conversation it's about her and i'm like 98% sure my assumptions are right they're like teenage girls gossiping about someone's crush

Anthony snapping out of the conversation the second he saw you. ah yes, this is obviously a man not completely in love

Benedict looked almost as surprised as Anthony was, and he looked between you before turning his attention to you. OOF rip anthony's heart i guess

Benedict stole a glance at Anthony as if trying to see his reaction before he cleared his throat, then offered you his arm. lol benedict definitely knows what's up all those people talking about benedict making elias jealous with cecily obviously haven't been thinking about the potential of THIS

Benedict tilted his head like a confused puppy. “I thought you’d be happy.” i can just PICTURE this i never knew i was missing benedict's interactions so much in this fic until this chapter- i am definitely not opposed to this pair working together again in the future (i'm sorry anthony)

“I have a plan about Cece and my brother,” you said, feeling Anthony’s dark gaze burning a hole on you but you managed to focus on Benedict. take a shot every time anthony acts jealous in some way this chapter

“They don’t know it is true love yet, but that’s just a small detail that needs to be handled, and I am working on it,” you pointed out as a burst of laughter climbed up his throat. cherie you are the best never change please i adore you also i have to mention again i love this notion of cherie and benedict being besties it's so cute

“He’s glaring at us as we speak, if you’d like a clue.” lol tell her benedict!! idk why but benedict is to anthony and cherie what cherie is to elias and cecily kind of??

“He hasn’t glared at me like that since we were children, this brings back memories,” he commented and you tilted your head at him. he's so CHEEKY also i can just hear and see him saying this if you decide on writing a benedict fic- i would definitely not be opposed to it!!

He frowned. “And my brother could help you with that?” i almost feel bad for him he feels so rejected poor soul

“He’s a very nice person,” you said, nodding your head. “I’m sure you’re very proud to have him as your brother.” honestly if i was anthony id have laughed in her face i don't have this restraint benedict IS very nice but he's also such a little bastard to his siblings-

“I could…help you with whatever it is,” he said after a beat and you waved a hand in the air. awww he is trying!! and very jealous but it's fine!! this is so cute he just wants her attention doesn't even matter what it is he has to help her with- you can definitely see the elias in him here 😭😭

If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought he had let out an exhale of relief as it dawned on him and he nodded slowly. "if you didn't know any better" my ass cherie doesn't know love if it's staring her in her face with all its green colours of jealousy

“And if you ask me, this is yet another situation in which you’re tragically wrong.” honestly usually anthony makes some solid points regarding marriage but i have to agree with cherie here elias and cecily are OBVIOUSLY meant to be

“…Your list?” he repeated after a moment of hesitation and you nodded. lord i can see anthony's poor nerves tensing up in fear this man really can't relax in fear of cherie falling in love with someone else while he's resting

“Cecily’s list will be very easy, it’ll be just Elias’s name repeated ten times, but mine will be a little challenging I fear.” cherie is once again completely right cecily needs no one else on her list also i LOVE cherie being a feminist™ and taking charge of her own damn list

“Well I’d have to get to know them in order to fall in love with them,” you said. okay honestly cherie?? very solid point!! this is more than i'd usually expect from her concerning the areas of love

“Pierre will be on it, probably.” okay i know i loved pierre at first but i'm joining in on anthony's annoyance now PLEASE get him out of here so she can get with anthony 🙄🙄 if we need more jealousy i guess benedict is always available?? apparently not much is needed to make anthony seethe in it

“And I’m thinking about Mr. Sinclair, the third son. He sent me flowers on Valentine’s day, so I think he’s a romantic at heart.” not mr sinclair 😭😭 cherie bestie you don't even know which one he is- how often are we going to hear about these sinclairs again??

His jaw clenched but that was the only clue he let slip that he was getting annoyed. mhm yes i'm sure that's the ONLY clue. not every single one of his words or anything.

“Don’t you all drink and spend time at the gentlemen’s club?” you asked. “They are your friends so you must recommend me someone, it’s not like I can go ask Elias. He will be opposed to everyone in the ballroom.” first of all cherie has a VERY loose definition of what friends are second of all i love elias being a true ally to anthony even in his absence

“Anyone in London.” anthony bestie your green is showing 😭😭

He nodded his head. “Maybe you should wait until the next season or something just to be sure.” ANTHONY BRIDGERTON- let this girl have her love or go be it yourself!! you can't go and dictate her matches when you won't step up and be it yourself!!

“Then Pierre it is,” you stated as he pulled back slightly. “What? No, that’s not what I meant—” i love anthony accidentally sabotaging himself badly!! i mean it sucks because pierre but also anthony needs to be put in his place!! and if he does so himself even better!! this has the same energy of cecily accidentally supporting anthony

“Maybe not but think about it, he’s not from London and if I do fall in love and marry him, when you finally find your future Viscountess whom you will not love, you two could visit us in Paris! Would that not be fun?” He looked as if he swallowed something bitter. “I’m sorry?” okay i feel very bad for him now not only is he now picturing her marrying pierre but he ALSO has to visit her?? poor guy :(( same energy as edwina telling kate she'll have to visit and be an auntie to her and anthony's children 😀😀

“I reckon it would be a nice change for you and her. Paris is the city of love, and London is the…city of business I’m guessing, so I’m sure she will be as pragmatist and logical as you are but she would probably like Paris, anyone would. Who knows, she might even consider—” cherie is honestly so hilarious i'd probably fall in love with her too tbh i love her casually roasting anthony idk how to describe it but their banter is so different to anthony's and kate's and i love it!! also i'm very curious as to what cherie was going to say before they were interrupted by cecily's arrival

You looked around his arm to see Cecily approaching the house. “Oh I see Cecily has just arrived, excuse me.” honestly?? bestie goals!! ignore that man who is also the love of your life for your best friend!! (as she should)

“My sister was having a breakdown because she didn’t like any of her clothes,” you know what i relate to cecily's sister the most i take back everything i said about relating to cherie this is my spiritual twin instead

okay this became WAY longer than intended but then again this was a very great chapter!! my love for this fanfic has now grown into a phase where my friends ask for updates on how it's going with it 😭😭

have a wonderful day love!!

Omg Merel honeeey❤❤ I'm so excited for this! ❤

We're going to get some fluff before the actual angst hits though, no worries 😂😂

Elias was so damn blind this chapter honestly 😂

y'know what i diagnose cherie with adhd she's constantly getting distracted by everything and having to go outside when it's too loud- also i have adhd and i am relating to her so!! YOU NOTICED! YOU NOTICED THAT! ❤

Like especially getting distracted easily, being unable to sit still and fidgeting a lot (she can't even stand completely still when she's talking to Anthony most of the time, she is either rocking back and forth or shifting her weight a lot) and excessive physical movement ❤ She also has a lot of energy 😁❤

I LOVE CLUELESS SO MUCH ❤❤

Omg this is amazing 😂😂 Hugh is coming really soon and I'm so excited to hear what you'll think of him! ❤❤ I think you will like him a lot, he's one of my favorite characters ❤

Benedict sees right through him 😂

Oh yeah, Penelope was very interested in the gossip wasn't she? 😈

ah yes, this is obviously a man not completely in love LOLLLL 😂😂

Benedict is gonna have so much fun with this and I think him and Cherie working together....they'd make an unstoppable duo😂😂

take a shot every time anthony acts jealous in some way this chapter Oh I would be drunk for sure 😂

I think a Benedict fic might be very possible after this 😏❤

he just wants her attention YESSSS! ❤❤ Like, he's so not used to sharing her attention and he doesn't like it 😈

She has no idea he's so jealous 😂

this man really can't relax in fear of cherie falling in love with someone else while he's resting You are right and you should say it 😂

Oh yeah, Cherie is like "if men are getting lists, so are we!" 😂

We will see just how jealous Anthony can get 😏 He does not like to share when it comes to her😈

Oh we're going to hear a lot about Sinclairs lolll, they're a big family and one of them is totally trying to court Cherie 😂

Anthony doesn't even see it😂 Like, in his mind, he really wants her to wait but not flirt with any suitors lolll😂

Anthony accidentaly sabotaging himself lolll😂

His mind totally went overdrive, he even saw them having kids, that's why he was all frozen 😂

I think she likes that a lot 😂 and she has zero attention span lolll❤

OMG I LOVE LONG ASKS, YOU KNOW THATTT❤❤ Awww your friends ask that? That's so sweet of them! ❤❤❤

Thank you so much for this, you're amazing! ❤❤❤