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newtonsheffield · 1 year
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Did Ben ask Anthony to get Sophie’s number for him?
Or does Anthony just do it?
How does he react when Kate tells him that he told Sophie he called her “the love of his life”?
Anthony nudged Ben one day,
"So when are you actually going to ask that girl you like to get a drink with you after the race?"
Benedict sighed, trying not to let his eyes drift towards Sophie, lined up with the other girls on the side of the grandstand. "Look I'm probably not going to ask Sophie out."
"What?!" Anthony squawked, leaning back in Kate's chair on the pit wall a little too confidently "Why the fuck not?! I heard her asking someone about you Yesterday!"
Benedict flushed, "I never see her not like... dressed like that! It feels... predatory."
Anthony sighed, clapping his brother on the back, unable to help himself from grinning a little proudly at the wedding ring Kate had slid on his finger just three weeks ago. "Want me to do it for you?"
Ben scoffed, "How is that any less predatory?! If anything it's worse!"
"Honestly, since I've been so publicly head over fucking balls in love with my girl: women just find me very non-threatening."
"You're fucking kidding."
"If I wasn't so happily married: it would actually be a bit hurtful. I used to send women giggling when I cast them a glance, now they just ask me how Kate and Newton are." Anthony grinned.
"You fucking love being whipped."
"I actually do, it's fucking great."
"Anthony, out of my chair." Kate sighed, coming up behind him and kissing the top of his head.
He smoothed down his mustache, jumping out of her seat. "Sorry, Babe."
"Practice laps in 30 minutes. Your Dad was looking for you, and the media are starting to circle about this enormous fucking ring you put on my hand." Kate sighed.
Anthony started, "Um- I'm sorry, you were the one who said- Mid oral sex I might add-"
"Gross." Ben choked, "Probably didn't need to know that."
"I love you, Ant. Let's get married!" Anthony continued on as if no one had interrupted him.
"This is not, non-threatening to my peace of mind!"
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qfitpac · 4 months
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^ thinks about this every day
GOOD HEAVENS. MY GOLLY. OH MY GOODNESS. HI THERE
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petitprincess1 · 2 months
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I want Molly to know about Angel Dust, but Pen only knows Angel Dust as Angel Dust. Meanwhile, Molly knows him as Anthony
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Just prepare yourself, think smart not hard-
Ahh.. Idk just do what you can!
-Molly 😶‍🌫️
This is applicable to almost everyone: to the mazers, to the ones stuck in Limbo, to Jimmy and Martyn in the void, to Grian trying to escape Star Wars.
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askteamslipstream · 14 days
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Lief: "Oh, brother. More dreamers... well, someone has to give it to you straight, huh?" He tapped his foot as he scrutinized the duo. Apparently the Buizel's idea of wanting to become a rescue team really set off an urge to criticize it. "First of all, I think your buddy has a point. If you wanna do something good for the world or make a name for yourself, you don't need a badge or a fancy title. Second, what kind of work will you even be doing? Are you even prepared for that? Do you even know?"
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River turns to leave, walking towards the dunes away from the water. He looks mildly upset, clearly trying to put on a brave and unbothered face as he walks. Molly looks between her friend and the newcomer, a frown appearing on her own face as she turns. A dark expression moves across her face for a moment as she shoots an intimidating look.
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“Don’t you EVER talk down on his dream again.”
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As an Epithet fan, it’s a weird feeling seeing occasional people in the replies and tags stuff go like “Oh, Molly doesn’t look overworked or anxious or anything”, when that’s like basically her whole thing in the series.
Like, no, this girlie had to be literally kidnapped to escape her situation. She spends half the week working retail and half the week in school, with little to no breaks. She spent her birthday doing literally nothing with her friends because she was too tired to do anything else. She canonically runs on five hours of sleep and has to skip eating on some days because she doesn’t have the time to cook for herself. She has to do her family’s finances (I guess making her a Miss Taxpayer herself) because her manchild father would fill the house with novelty junk if he was left in charge. All at the age of 12, with the added pressure of having to deal with misophonia in a retail environment.
I guess this counts as propaganda I think?
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I remembered an old Molly bad future sort of AU I had a long time ago that I thought you might like: In it she never went to the museum trip, never meet Giovanni and continued simply putting up with her awful living conditions for a few more years, in which she started using her epithet to "Dumb down" her own emotions so everything stop felling so awful, essentially numbing herself more and more and slowy stopping caring about anything, even her her best friends. This comes to a head when in an accident, her bear hoodie gets destroyed, and to Trixie and Feanie shock, she simply responds with, "Well, that's gone," and walking away. Shortly after, she disappeared without a trace.
Years later there is an urban legend on the dark alleys of Sweet Jazz city of a "Beast" that goes anywhere she wants and does anything she wants and brind down anyone who tries to stop her, even the toughest criminals are afraid of ever finding themselves in her way. There are many rumors about her, that when she hits you is like your entire body become weaker and you cannot think straight anymore, that she could be right behind you and you won't ever hear her coming, that she can even shrugs off anything epithet attack you through at her. But what everyone can agree on is one thing: When you look into her eyes, they are as empty as a corpse.
(Sorry if that got too long. I hope you liked it anyway)
DARK AU ANYONE?????
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mercurygray · 9 days
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Say more about Molly/rosie reincarnation au? 👀
In the reincarnation AU I wrote for The Darkening Sky, it's the finding of a specific object that belonged to the past self that triggers the reemergence of memories (and in that story, a ghost)
The current 100th Air Refueling Wing, which is stationed at RAF Mildenhall, is the direct descendant of the 100th Bomber Group and does a lot of volunteer work at Thorpe Abbotts to maintain the airfield and help with site maintenance.
What I'm imagining is an Operation Nightengale or Time Team -type project to do an excavation at Thorpe Abbotts.
Rosie (a Judge Advocate General type) has volunteered for the week-long project hoping it will get him away from his desk and bring him closer to the great-uncle whose own wartime service inspired his own. He meets Molly (running the dig site) and spends a few days clambering around in the dirt while sending plenty of pictures of the work back to the group chat, which includes Cros (so many baby pictures) and Pappy (so many dog pictures.)
One day they find a charm from a necklace - something that clearly slipped off its chain one day and was never recovered. Careful cleaning reveals some initials and some time is spent with a personnel list from the period trying to match them up.
Meanwhile, Molly has found some letters in the museum collection that mention Rosie's great-uncle, which she shares with Rosie over beers one night. The person writing the letter mentions that the older Rosenthal (who rejoined after his first tour and was tragically shot down on his 53rd mission) was thinking of making something official with someone he knew in England - a story Rosie and his family never knew about. (They also discuss jazz, art repatriation, the current state of academia in the US, and being American in the UK) Rosie takes a picture and mistakenly shares it in the group chat, and madness ensues.
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newtonsheffield · 1 year
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Molly pls tell me it got live-streamed to all of the Bridgerton siblings too!!
Of course the video made the rounds and Gregory is absolutely mortified when Daphne wraps him in her arms when she sees him the next day at Sunday lunch and won't let him go for several long moments.
"You are such a sweetheart. My sweetest brother for sure."
"Can you stop embarrassing me, please?"
"No." Daphne sighs, making room for Sophie to come over and prod at him.
"Where did you take her Greggy?"
"We went for ice cream, okay? and I- I bought her flowers on my lunch break and I gave her them." He flushed when all the women in his family cooed, "We shared a banana split."
"That's so sweet." Kate sighed, "When I was your age, your brother threw a sausage roll at my head."
"In my defence," Anthony huffed, "You threw your blancmange at me first."
"It doesn't matter." Kate sighed, as Daphne kissed Gregory's forehead. "Where are you going to take her next?"
"I thought- I thought we could go ice skating and then, I could- I thought I could buy her a book."
And he has no idea why but his family erupts into gentle coos all over again.
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newtonsheffield · 1 year
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Tbh being a tattoo artist, I feel like Kate is probably pretty unbothered by nudity and would definitely show Violet said sternum tattoo at family brunch if she asked 🤷🏻‍♀️
Anthony on the other hand is quite convinced he is going to melt into the floor 😂
Oh, I think she's very unembarrassed by the human form. She's tattooed a lot of shit, on a lot of people, in a lot of places and I really don't think it bothers her at all.
Anthony is mortified that his Mum now knows he receives nudes in payment for grocery shopping.
And Violet would also be completely unembarrassed. She's happy that Anthony's happy. So she doesn't really feel the need not to ask Kate who designed the tattoo on her sternum.
"Kate, darling, did Sophie do that tattoo on your sternum?"
And Kate barely blinks, barely wonders where she's seen it before she nods. "She did, but I did the artwork."
Really, Kate's only surprised when Violet hums, "I wondered if maybe the two of you could work on something for Anthony's father. I've always wanted something to commemorate him."
"We'd be glad to, Violet," Sophie said before Kate can get it out, "Wouldn't we Kate?"
"Absolutely. We'll come by next week and come up with some ideas."
And that's how Violet Bridgerton comes to have a garden tattooed on her ribcage, flowers blossoming everywhere. Just like the one at Aubrey Hall, where they spent their last day together.
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newtonsheffield · 1 year
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Can we see Greg and Lucy after he finds out he doesn't have a boyfriend?
oohhh molly i need to see how Lucy and Greg from glistened get together!!!!
Ooof, I think Greg is too mortified to approach Lucy at school, though she smiles at him across the cafeteria and his cheeks flush, and he runs directly into the tray return trolley spilling them everywhere.
"Hey, Greg," Lucy said gently when she passed him leaving school on Friday, and his heart pounded in his chest as he wheeled around, his voice cracking in his throat.
"Hey, Lucy."
Lucy stared back at him for a long moment, her head tilted to the side, "I missed you at work last week."
He cleared his throat, ruffling his hair, "Yeah, I um- I didn't feel too well."
Lucy chuckled a little, lifting her eyebrows. "Oh right. I heard that maybe you didn't want to work with me anymore."
Gregory's stomach dropped, Fucking Hyacinth!
He shook his head quickly, his heart hammering in his chest, "No, No! I just um- I maybe... I had some wires crossed and that made me a bit... off for a week."
Lucy shrugged, rolling her eyes as her Uncle honked the horn of the car beside them, Lucinda! she sighed, "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow though right?"
"Yeah, yes, definitely, I'll be there! I'll be early."
She smiled, her hand on the car door, "I'm glad you're feeling better, Greg."
Who is that boy?! A gruff voice said as the car pulled away and Gregory stood there, with his fist in the air for several seconds before he dropped his skateboard and took off down the street with his heart pounding in his chest.
It was still pounding in his chest the next morning when he arrived at the shop, with his nicest sweater on, the one Kate had taken him out to buy with Pikachu on the front when they'd first come out after he'd saved all his money for months, he'd spent far too long doing his hair and it still stuck up awkwardly, but he didn't care. He could feel it in his chest, he could feel that she felt the same he did, and today he was going to ask her. He was going to push aside the panic in his chest and his sweaty palms and he'd ask her to go out with him. He'd take her to the movies or maybe for tea, or anywhere she wanted to go.
He'd even told his Dad this morning when he'd chuckled over breakfast. "Bringing out the Pikachu sweater hey? Bit fancy to work at Mum's shop."
Gregory flushed, shrugging though he knew that everyone knew, this sweater was for special occasions only. "Um, you know how I-? How maybe there was a girl that I liked?" He waited for his Dad to nod before he took a deep breath, "Um well she works with me, at Mum's shop. And um- I wanted to maybe... ask her out today and I- I hope she's going to say yes and I wanted to look nice."
His Dad smiled softly, kissing the top of his head, "Well, you look great. You're a sweet boy, Greggy, she's a lucky girl."
He'd flushed, "No, I'd-I'd be lucky."
He could hardly breathe, looking at her through the window as she stacked shelves, the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, surely.
He screwed up all his courage, letting the bells ring over the door as he nudged it open, his eyes still caught on Lucy who smiled when she caught sight of him.
"That's a great sweater, Greg. I love it."
"Thanks," He said quickly, his voice breathless as he rushed over to her, his backpack and skateboard abandoned, he pushed back his hair from his eyes, and took a deep breath. "LUCYIWONDEREDIFMAYBEYOUWANTEDTOGOOUTWITHME?!"
Lucy blinked at him, her dark eyes staring into him, "Sorry, I didn't quite catch that."
Gregory took a deep breath, forcing himself to slow down, "I wondered if maybe you'd like to go out with me, after work today. We could go to the pictures or we could get something to eat, I honestly, don't care I just- I think you're amazing and every time I see you my heart just... pounds in my chest, and I can't breathe and I- I really really like you, and um-yeah. I want to- I know I'm kind of messy and that frustrates you, and I'm not like cool or anything but I could- I could be a good boyfriend, I think. I could be a good boyfriend."
Lucy blinked back at him for a long second before a gentle smile bloomed over her face. "Yeah, I'd really like that, Greg. And I don't know why you think you aren't cool, whatever the hell that means. You know exactly who you are, and you're not afraid to show it and I like that about you. So yeah I'd like to go out with you."
Gregory could hardly breathe, not really sure what to do next, so he darted forward, pressing his lips against her cheek. "Great, um- That's- I'm really happy."
"Is your heart really beating that fast?"
"Yeah, Feel." He took her hand without thinking, pressing it against his chest right over his heart.
Her hand was burning against him as she flushed "That's quick."
"I just- I was really nervous."
"That's sweet." Lucy cleared her throat, "You don't- you don't have to be nervous with me. I like you just like this."
"Me too," Gregory said quickly, unable to keep the smile off his face. "I like you a lot too, just like this."
And it was then that he heard it, someone whispering from the back, Anthony the cutest thing is happening here. I literally cannot move, I'm scared I'm going to miss it.
Greg sighed, "Is Kate here?"
Lucy flushed, "Yeah, Mary's sick so Kate came to open the shop."
"Great that's just great."
"I barely heard anything greggy!" Kate called out, "But in a much more truthful sense: You're such a sweetheart and I live-streamed it to Edwina: She and Josie agree you're a very cute couple."
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newtonsheffield · 1 year
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Kate, Sophie and Daphne meeting Lucy when?? I can imagine Lucy is like a celebrity to them.
Well, Kate's already met Lucy, because Kate has helped out at the shop from time to time and personally, Kate thinks that Lucy would be very sweet with Gregory. She's kind which Gregory needs because he's such a gentle soul.
Gregory has refused, so far, to bring Lucy to Sunday lunch and so, Daphne felt she had no recourse.
Which is how Gregory came to be in his current predicament. He came back from his lunch break one saturday with a pastry tucked under his arm for Lucy only to find her helping a very familiar woman, pick out books for her daughter.
"Get out of here!" Gregory sighed, nudging Daphne with his foot though passing a sweetie to Amelia.
"Greg!" Lucy said a little shocked, "I'm so sorry I-"
"She's not a customer, she's my older sister, and she's spying on me!" Gregory said indignantly and Daphne had the good sense to look a little abashed.
"Your customer service was excellent though." Daphne smiled.
"And that-" he gestured at a woman in the corner wearing a large hat "Is my brother Ben's wife, Sophie. Also not a customer, wearing a terrible disguise."
Sophie flushed, "It's a great disguise actually.''
And finally Gregory sighed, "You as well, Josie?"
Josie looked a little mortified, "They caught me at a weak moment."
"This was your idea!" Sophie said indignantly.
"It... It was my idea." Josie sighed guiltily, "But in my defence, Greggy, that poem you wrote was so beautiful and I just had to see-"
"All of you out!" Gregory interrupted her, his cheeks burning. "Eloise! You as well!"
Eloise cleared her throat, inclining her head awkwardly as she left wearing a jumpsuit printed with a bookshelf she'd been wearing as camouflage. "How odd, I just wandered in for a spot of-"
"Out!"
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newtonsheffield · 2 years
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Sooo because you’ve already told us Kate and Anthony take several times that night to conceive Neddy before she leaves for Somerset. What’re the chances we could get another one of those times for spicy Sunday? 🌶🔥👀
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I know we just got a whole chapter but maybe to celebrate your return could we see some Bruises Kathony for Spicy Sunday?! 🌶 🔥 🌶
You gotta hand it to Kate and Anthony, it took them a minute to get going but once they did, there was no stopping them.
Anthony's chest was going to burst, he was sure it was. He couldn't breathe. His lungs were burning and his muscles were aching and still he couldn't bring himself to actually stop.
It had to have been hours since he'd walked into their bedroom and Kate had asked him to tug that torturous nightdress from her body. He'd thought he was going to die, truly, or that spill in seconds like a green boy while Kate stared at him mortified. Every moment had been so perfect. Kate's body pressed against hers, her fingernails digging into his back, drawing him closer than it was possible for two people to be. Every pound of his heartbeat had felt like an echo of her name until they'd fallen apart still clinging to one another. Just like they were now.
He'd realised after god knows how long that his weight must be crushing her, sighing softly, letting his hands slide over her skin has he settled behind her, his warm wrapping around her waist, feeling her heartbeat slow in her chest.
"Are you alright?"
Kate nodded against him, kissing the arm she'd let cushion her head softly. "I'm more than alright."
"I didn't... hurt you? You have to tell me if I did." His chest had already been aching at the thought of it.
"You could never hurt me." Kate said it so gently, "I've never trusted anyone the way I trust you."
It nearly brought tears to his eyes even as he pulled her closer, tighter against him, her hips nestled against his as they lay on their sides. "I trust you as well."
Those words were on the tip of his tongue again but they couldn't make their way to the surface. They were trapped by his insecurity and the terror in his chest that she might never come back and he'd never been very good with words anyway. Anthony had always been a man of action, he knew that. Even with his feeble stabs at romance before with parents deaths he'd never been very good at articulating anything. He'd simply smiled and winked as the women had blushed and he hadn't minded, but something in him railed against the fact that he couldn't do it now. Even when it mattered most.
"I love you." Kate's voice was soft. Saying the words Anthony wished he could say. "I'm glad it was you, I'll always be glad you were you."
Anthony tilted her chin back towards him, letting their lips brush tenderly, the heat simmering between them gently. "I'd never want to be anyone else's husband."
Kate's smile was a tiny self assured little thing, her chin tilting a little smugly. "Well then it's a very good thing, I don't intend to let you go, Mr Bridgerton. You have, after all, just stolen my innocence."
He couldn't help but grin. "I did warn you that I was a a terrible rogue didn't i?"
She let out a faux sigh, her voice solemn. "You did, I've only myself to blame."
"A true cautionary tale." Anthony agreed, his lips finding hers again, letting his tongue tangle with hers, pressing his weight further against her, his hips grinding slowly against her.
Kate's answering moan shivered down his spine. "I had heard that we had a little lost time to make up for."
Anthony moaned himself as her legs widened, her hips stuttering back against his. "We- oh god, Kate- We deffintely could do that."
Kate's hands were tugging at him, trying to coax him into the cradle of her hips once more but he shook his head, his lips nipping at her neck, revelling in the taste of her skin and the feel of his body engulfing hers completely, as though he could protect her from the world with it.
"Like this, darling. Just like this."
He guided her hip to hook around his own nestling closer, drawn in by the warmth of her body and her fingers reaching back, threading themselves into his hair.
"Does this feel good, Kate?"
Her breath was a stuttered gasp as his hips rolled against her, revelling in the warmth of her body, his own eyes fluttering closed just as hers did.
"Yes. Please, Anthony, I want more".
A moan fell from his lips before he could stop it, his hips snapping forward of their own accord, pressing and pressing until they became one again.
It was the oddest thing, or maybe it wasn't, but he'd felt it in the moments before as well. It felt like so much more than their bodies intertwined. It felt, in these moments as though their very souls touched as his fingers intertwined with hers. The smell of her was intoxicating, lilies and the light scent of sweat that bore the signs of their previous coupling and the taste of her was still on his tongue as they moved together.
His entire body felt as though it was on fire. His muscles were protesting as both of their movements became bolder, firmer, more confident in the feel of one another and their connection and the two of them together.
"Kate, God- oh fuck- I-"
Her own voice was shaking as she clung to him, her fingers tightening in his hair, scratching against his scalp. "It feels... different. Please don't stop, please don't stop."
Heat was licking at every inch of his body as the hand around her waist snaked down until the heat of her coated his fingers burning him further as her gasps and moans echoed in his ears, pushing him further and further as endless praise fell from his chest, leaving his throat raw. His nose buried against her neck as his tongue tasted her skin again and again every inch of her body v=covered by his own. Kate's thighs had started to shake around him, her movements becoming more and more erratic just as his own were and still he pushed forward, further and further, pushing them higher and higher until
Anthony! The sound of her voice gasping his name as she fell over the edge and pleasure rolled over her was the sweetest thing he'd ever hear, he was absolutely certain as his own hips lost their rhythm completely bucking against her desperately until he fell himself, his vision white as he shuddered uncontrollably against her.
"I hadn't realised we could... well from that position." Her voice was a little curious, Anthony could tell, her fingers playing with his own.
"We can... do that from many positions." Anthony's voice was a gasp really, his limbs heavy as pleasure still fluttered through him.
"Interesting." Kate spun in his arms, kissing him softly, "There's one more position i'm very curious about."
His stomach dropped. "And what might- what might that be?"
"I remember you being a little curious about my... penchant for riding astride."
And just like that Anthony was once more sure he was going to die.
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newtonsheffield · 2 years
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THE BIG MOUSE IM SCREAMING
I bet Michael ends up being the fucking ring boy or something in honour of him essentially setting them up (and Anthony can’t even attempt to be mad when he falls for Francesca)
Imagine Anthony though, eyeing Michael across the crowd at the party at his house, talking to Francesca. And even though he likes Michael, he's a little relieved when Francesca seems to give him the brush off. Even if he recognizes the frown on Michael's face for one he used to wear when Kate walked away from him.
And he's not too wary, when Francesca says she's been brought on the work on the music for Michael's new film, because Francesca doesn't seem the least bit interested in him. And he knows Michael's a good dude. He's friends with Michael, he's his girl's best friend in the entire world: He knows Michael is not the kind of guy who pushes uncomfortably when women aren't interested in him.
But the very last thing Anthony expects when he and Kate sneak upstairs during her birthday party, giggling and trading lazy kisses is to find Michael Stirling, pressed against his bedroom door by his little sister with their lips locked together.
"Hey!" Anthony shouts a little indignantly, feeling far too much like a child pouting petulantly as Kate gasps beside him.
"Oh God!"
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"
Michael seemed to be readying himself for a fight, tucking Francesca neatly behind his body, "Anthony, Mate, Um- This isn't exactly how I would have wanted you to find out but Frankie's an adult and I don't need your permission to-"
"I don't care about that, just get the fuck away from my bedroom." Anthony tutted irritatedly, nudging them away from the door with his foot while hiking Kate over his shoulder. "Jesus, you've got your own home. Absolutely no manners Frankie. My God."
And he shuts the door on both of their startled faces as Kate calls out, unashamed that they've obviously snuck away for this specifically "Mickey, call me tomorrow!"
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newtonsheffield · 1 year
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How do you know so much about everything to write all these AUs? OB/midwife, deaf culture, WWII, being CEO, being prime minister, vampires, lawyers, musicians, the list goes on!
Okay um-
OB/Midwife- I work in healthcare. And it's different, dentistry and OB but... healthcare is healthcare and the rest is research
deaf culture- I took a Auslan (australian sign language) class and there's a really handy BSL dictionary online
WWII- My Dad loves history. Particularly WWII era I have watched the film The Battle of Britain so many times I could recite it. Also if you wanna know what Goosey Bagwell is doing in this time: Check out Memphis Belle. He;s a Bombardier
Vampires- My vampire universe is all made up
Musicians- I play several musical instruments
But honestly, mostly it's just research. This is kind of what I mean when I say that content creators put a lot of effort into things. I want my fics to have as much detail as possible. I will pull up a calendar from 1814 I'm not ashamed! For example in this new AU, Anthony's with Squadron 19 out of Duxford. Squadron 19 was instrumental in the battle of Britain and covered the beaches at Dunkirk and Thriplow House was requisitioned as a convalescent home in 1939. I want it to feel realistic even if no one is fact checking this!
Research! Research! Research! And I also have a lot of useless facts stored away.
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newtonsheffield · 1 year
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If Game Night isn’t in the main story could we maybe see how that goes for Benedict and Sophie please? 🥺
I very much want to see Benedict try and explain why his older brother asked for her Number instead of him and how they end up together in the end 🥹
I think it probably starts awkwardly, very awkwardly. Benedict mortified that Anthony asked Sophie if he could give Ben her phone number and she basically said no so that's humiliating.
But it's a fun night, Anthony and Kate getting far too competitive for anyone's good playing Pictionary, but when the evening kind of quiets down, Kate and Anthony are on the sofa Not flirting with one another. But Kate's legs are over Anthony's lap and their lips are just centimetres apart and Ben sees Sophie smiling a little when she looks at them and Ben can't help himself.
"They're kind of cute right?"
He watched Sophie's eyes dart around swallowing awkwardly before she nodded, "Yeah, they actually are. I can't believe they're actually together, feels like we've been waiting on it for ages."
"They say they aren't together."
"Oh come on, they totally are."
"Well, Anthony's been in love with Kate forever so... I'm happy for him." Benedict nodded, awkwardly trying to find a way to move the conversation round to them.
"You two seem close."
Ben nodded again, "Well, he's an idiot but honestly he's probably my favourite fucking person. You can count on him for absolutely anything, so yeah. I don't want him to get his little heart broken. He's my brother."
Sophie stared back at him for a long moment before she clicked her tongue. "That why you asked him for my phone number instead of asking me?"
Benedict's stomach lurched, his cheeks flushing. "Okay, so I actually didn't ask him."
"You don't want it?"
"I do! God! Yes! I do want it! But I didn't want Anthony to ask- I love him but he's like a bull in a china shop and he thinks he's helping but he's no and I just-"
"Do you wanna go out with me sometime?" Sophie cut him off with a shrug. "Might be fun."
Benedict could hardly breathe "Yes, please. I'd like that."
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