Now I keep imagining Benedict drinking the special tea after they’re married and he’s so out of it he doesn’t really recognise Sophie for a bit but he keeps complimenting her and looking awed and he asks if she’s married she smiles and says yes and he’s devastated until she tells him she married him 💜
Sophie found her husband by the edge of the lake, sitting under an oak tree as he gazed in rapture at a verdant leaf. He held it delicately with the tips of his fingers and turned it this way, then that, as if it somehow held the secrets of the universe that only his contemplation could unlock.
She had known to look for him the moment Mrs. Crabtree said there had been a parcel delivered from Mr. Bridgerton’s brother in London. The box had contained an assortment of paint tubes and a jar of linseed oil that could only be purchased in town, along with a plain leather pouch marked by an unpleasant, but familiar, aroma. The pouch, now sitting on her husband’s desk in the study, was open, a shallow indentation the shape of two fingertips pressed into the dark powder.
As she came closer, her husband remained transfixed by the oak leaf, only glancing up once she was nearly by his side. His arms dropped, the leaf forgotten, as his eyes—the pupils full and dark—widened even further to take her in.
“You, madam, are a vision, simply the most beautiful—”
“Benedict—”
“You know me? No, ‘tis not possible. For I would have remembered meeting a being as ethereal as you. Tell me, what is your name? Flora? Helen? Aphrodite?”
“Benedict!”
A touch unsteadily, he rose to his feet, then reverently grasped her hands in his. His expression was euphoric, his gaze determined.
“I presume, but please tell me if my hopes are not in vain. Fair goddess, tell me: are you married?”
Under other circumstances, Sophie might have been put out by the idea of her husband declaring his love for another woman—but when the woman in question was herself, it was impossible not to be a touch amused. He had in all other regards shown himself to be a devoted and loving husband, but still, perhaps she might make him suffer a little in recompense, if not for failing to recognize his own wife then for his liberal sampling of the exotic tea that had robbed him of his faculties.
“I am married, sir, happily. To a man who has brought me every joy and comfort, someone I cannot imagine living without.”
His face fell, his features suddenly stricken with the deepest disappointment. Despite the game she was playing, it hurt her heart to see him so, reminding her of the pain she had once seen in his eyes during those dark days before their engagement, when she had told him of her plans to depart.
“I cannot bear it,” he said, his voice haunted, “to see you and know you could never be mine. Whoever this man is, he cannot possibly be deserving of you.”
“Oh, but he is.” Sophie pulled her hands free and wrapped them around his waist. She tilted her head up to meet his now thoroughly confused gaze. “Because he is you.”
“Truly?” he asked in wild-eyed wonder. “You are my wife?”
“So said the vicar, on our wedding day.”
“I shall thank God for my good fortune,” he said, “and as it is not a scandal for a husband to kiss his own wife, I shall do that too. For you are too radiant to go unkissed.”
He leaned down, his lips soft and urgent against hers, and despite knowing that the intoxicants of the tea were still in effect, Sophie let his attentions continue for far longer than was perhaps proper.
“Come, sir,” she said, as she stepped beside him and threaded her arm through his for support. “Let us get you to your bed. I will write a strongly-worded letter to your brother about the contents of his parcels and when you wake, I’ll be pleased to remind you of every detail of this folly.”
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omg more softe stevetony from you ahhhh 💜 I love all of these prompts for quiet gestures of affection - take your pick from 2, 12 or 19? 🥰
i wrote 2 here ❤️ many months ago oh no
19. Always reaching for their hand on instinct and getting twitchy if it's for some reason not possible
Tony's gotten touchier over the years, Steve's noticed.
Tony used to keep his hands in his pockets a lot and wouldn't even offer a handshake unless Steve extended his hand first. A lot is different these days, not the least of which is Tony's hand always on his, on his back, on his knee.
"He's not gonna run off if you let go of him for a minute," Clint remarked once.
"He might," Tony said, squeezing the nape of Steve's neck. Maybe it looked possessive, but all Steve felt was safe.
He doesn't know if it's because of the time and distance he'd almost lost Tony to or because he's greedy and wants more the more he's given, but sometimes when Tony's thumb strokes across his knuckles, he wants to ask Tony never to let go of him again.
They're seated apart now at some external meeting, but out of the corner of his eye, Steve can see Tony fidgeting, twisting his fingers together under the conference room table, spinning a pen around and around. He doesn't think he's seen Tony restless this way in a long time. When the meeting is over, Tony crosses the room and reaches for Steve without subtlety, and he sees a held breath go out of Tony when his fingers finally close around Steve's wrist.
Tony smiles at him, so tiny and soft that it's almost fragile, and for the first time, it occurs to Steve—if he ever asked, Tony might say yes.
Are you more excited or nervous for the Hacks s4 finale tomorrow? It’ll be interesting to see how the season functions as a whole instead of week by week, and I’m so happy we got an official s5 announcement ahead of tomorrow!
I’m excited! Even as I’ve been critical of some writing and narrative choices this season (and in past ones), it’s still one of my favorite shows, so I’m pretty much always jazzed on episode drop day!!
But yeah I’m also very curious to see how the season will feel as a self contained unit… but regardless nice to know we have season 5 coming if we end on a cliffhanger of any kind 😂 I’ve been the victim of too many cliffhanger cancellations over the years!
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me seeing Steve in your line for the last line tag game going !!! because does this mean you’re writing stevetony?? 👀👀👀
Jen!! <3 It does lmao, apparently my two months of writer's block were caused by steve being mad that i was attempting to do it from not-his-pov and now that i've finally caught on i just banged out 2k for them last night. one can only hope that it wasn't a fluke but i do have like one million ideas so i'm very likely stuck here for the foreseeable future 🫡😌
The forehead kiss at the end of episode 7 will always be one of my favorite Hawk/Tim scenes of the entire show - the score, the tenderness and heartbreak on Hawk's face as he watches him sleep, and then the gentleness of the forehead kiss itself... beautiful 😭
Oh that scene breaks me. It was the perfect set up for the finale. I love forehead kisses in any capacity, but the ones that are full of so many unsaid things always hit differently. The one in episode 8 on the morning of the betrayal when Hawk kissed Tim's forehead, and just breathed him in for a minute absolutely took me out. I adore that moment. There's usually something more to a forehead kiss and I'm always here for it.
wrote this in 30 mins. this week is crazy. thank u jen for my life.
"Just Wanna Feel Your Touch (When It's Cold)" on AO3 | 1,338 words | Rated M
"Rescue me." Steve says, making very little effort to add any real inflection to the words.
"Rescue yourself," Tony replies. "You're Captain America."
"You don't have to use that against me."
"I believe in you, Steve." Tony says, taking a sip from one of the water bottles they'd set out for them. "You can save yourself from the press conference."
"You sure you can't join it?"
"If it were up to me, I probably wouldn't go, no." Tony clears his throat, offering up a smarmy grin, "thankfully, it's up to Pepper and she said I can't go either. SI can't take the stock hit."
"But you were at the battle."
"It's crazy how easy it is to hide behind a supersoldier, both literally and figuratively." Tony twiddles his fingers. Steve catches them out of the air, holding them in his palm for a moment before frowning.
"Your hands are cold." He's exhausted to the marrow of him but the worry that rises up at the touch straightens his back, gives him back a bit of the steel he's been wanting for.
"I only came outta the cradle twenty minutes back." Tony explains, shrugging briefly a moment after, "besides. Poor circulation and all that."
"Still." Steve rubs a thumb against Tony's palm, "you should go rest."
"How quickly your tune changes." Tony remarks, a thoughtful look about him, "you're like a Jazz song."
"Not the worst comparison I've gotten." Steve dismisses, "not even the worst one I've gotten from you."
"I know, I'm a sweetheart." Tony cringes at Steve's light pinch to his hand.
"Ouch." Tony vocalises his displeasure.
"Are you sure you're feeling okay?" says Steve, the worry like bristle in his teeth. "It was only a week back that you had that chest infection."
"You need to be less concerned about that and more concerned about deflecting Christine Everhart when she asks you why the Hulk tore through two floors of a community center instead of fighting Blizzard." Tony points out. Steve strokes a thumb against the flesh of Tony's palm. Definitely cold. . . and the skin's a little pale, too.
"Really?" Tony asks, voice pitched low and intense when Steve brings a hand up against his forehead.
"Is Dr. Cho still around?" Steve asks.
"Why—"
"Tony, I spent most of my life sick. I know what it looks like."
"Yeah, and you'd think you'd know how annoying it is to have someone smother you over a hypothetical sickness."
"Good. Point." Steve punctuates each word with a hand running over his cheek and then neck, "just check in with Dr. Cho, though?"
"Sure, sure." Tony says, not even trying to make it sound convincing.
"Excuse me, hi, Mr. Rogers?" Steve turns to face the portly woman at the door, a clipboard in her hands and thick black frames on her face.
"We're ready for you." She adds, a breathy undertone to her voice that belies her outward calm. She must be new to the PR team, then.
"Sure." Steve offers a final look to Tony, "are you going back to the tower?"
"Yeah, I'll see you back at home." Tony says. He doesn't lean up to kiss Steve. They haven't come out to the public yet, mostly on account of how new this thing between them is. And Steve's also got the sneaking suspicion that Tony thinks he's got reservations about people finding out Captain America is bisexual. Which, for the record, he doesn't.
"I'll see you back home, then." Steve echoes, letting Tony's hand go. The cold touch lingers, the threat of what it means remaining long after Tony puts his hand down to his side, leaving Steve troubled over Tony's condition.
"Sir?" The lady—whose name he should probably ask for—prompts again.
"Yeah, I'm coming." Steve says.
.
When Steve walks into the bedroom, he's immediately greeted with a fluffy pillow to the face. He lets it hit him before catching it on the rebound and tossing it carelessly back onto the bed.
"You asked J.A.R.V.I.S. when I'd be coming in, didn't you?" Steve asks drily.
"To the exact second." Tony confirms before clearing his throat, "J.A.R.V.I.S., onto the second thing."
The T.V. switches on, showcasing the clip from the end of the press conference.
"—Now, if you'd excuse me," Steve watches himself from an hour back lean close into the mic, "Tony's got cold hands that I need to go and figure out."
Tony snaps his fingers to pause the clip a second before the press had all but erupted. Steve would know; he was there.
"What were you thinking?" Tony asks.
"I was thinking about you." Steve answers honestly, "Did you speak with Dr. Cho?"
Tony lets out a frustrated sound, coming up to him. He grabs Steve's face, hands gripping both cheeks and pushing them together. He's sporting a positively pissed-off expression, so overt about it that it's obviously a front for another emotion.
"Did you?" Steve says, voice muffled.
"I hope you don't expect me to think that was romantic." Tony says.
"Your hands are still cold." Steve says.
Tony releases him to cross his arms, defiant about it.
"Tony, I'm serious." Steve insists before amending, "Alright, you know what? I'm calling Dr. Cho."
"Ugh." Tony says, "look, listen to me, hey, hang on. Dr. Cho's got more to do than just be our in-house doctor. I'll call my doctor. You know, the doctor I've had for five years?"
". . . Oh." Steve sighs, "You're serious?"
"Yep." Tony boops his nose, "So that whole thing was unnecessary."
"Not really." Steve says, following behind Tony as the man walks over to the bedside table to pick up his phone, "I reckon the American public should know."
"That I have cold hands?"
"That we're together."
Tony halts with his phone halfway to his ear, "You told more than just the American public. You told the world."
"Even better." Steve raises an eyebrow to mirror the one Tony's got raised.
"Even better." Tony mimics in a high tone.
"Are you being deliberately snarky to deflect from how emotionally vulnerable you're feeling?" Steve checks.
"Are you being deliberately—" Tony stops halfway, a hand going up to rub his throat, "That sentence is too long."
"Call the doc, Tony." Steve says.
"I am." Tony insists, the phone propped fully up to his ear.
"I'm gonna go change outta this." Steve says.
"No, you're not." Tony says, a touch of glee in his voice, "Well, not immediately anyway. You're calling Pepper because something very funny is happening with the SI stock and she wants to talk to you. In my past experience, "talk" is often an oversimplification of what she's going to do. If I were you, I'd keep the phone volume low."
"Oh, boy."
"After that—" Tony stops him from leaving with a hand to his chest, "After all a' that, we're fucking."
"Oh!"
"Hey Maggie." Tony greets, turning away from Steve to talk on the phone, "Oh, you saw the conference clip? Yeah, it wasn't a joke. Could you do a house call? No, no, nothing serious, just an overly worried boyfriend—"
Steve shakes his head and goes to pick up his phone. Better to face Pepper head on, before she gets time to put on those impossibly tall heels and stomp over to the tower.
.
"Okay, no." Steve leans back, sighs. They had a nap earlier, after showering, and he's feeling well-rested as can be. Tony, on the other hand. . .
"Come up here." Steve urges.
"What?" Tony whines.
"Your hands are so cold, my dick's going soft." Steve complains, hearing a bit of his Brooklyn twang in the words.
"Ungrateful." Tony sniffs.
"Yeah, that's me." Steve says, bringing Tony up into his lap, "The medicine got you feelin' sleepy still?"
"A little." Tony says, "Why? Is it obvious?"
"Just t'me." Steve leans in, brings Tony's hands between his own, "How's about I lead?"
"Go on," Tony rests on his back, shoulders visibly untensing, "Warm me up."
