Day 326 Of The War On Gaza💔🥹

in search of silence

Eloise Bridgerton x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: r is in an abusive marriage, angst, el to the rescue, some fluff at the end

Summary: Eloise and R are childhood best friends. When a new season begins, they find themselves reunited for the first time since R has entered her marriage that was set up by her parents.

Prompt: could i request a fic with childhood bestfriends eloise bridgerton x f!reader. eloise and reader stopped talking to each other as often because reader got married and one day eloise catches reader’s husband being mean to her (this can be physically or verbally) and eloise defends reader and they rekindle their friendship/old feelings for each other.

sidenote, ive always loved your mcu women fics and im SO glad you’re taking requests for eloise now 😭😭🫶

A/N: thank you anon!! for both the request and the compliment. i love eloise sm this was so fun to write

Muffled shouting stole Eloise’s attention when she escaped from the ballroom of this week's ball that she had been forced to attend with her family. She hadn’t wandered far enough to no longer be able to hear the string quartet playing, but the sound of a deep voice yelling angrily was hard to miss as she passed what she assumed was a drawing room.

Though Eloise knew she should not eavesdrop, she found herself unable to mind her business and stopped in her tracks, gravitating closer to the commotion.

--

“I am through with you,” Your husband shouted, face red with rage.

The moment his hand had clasped forcefully around your wrist to drag you into a room with him earlier, you knew what was coming for you.

“James, please - someone will hear,” you responded in a hushed voice, thoroughly embarrassed at the thought.

“Let them! Everyone should know the bitch of a wife you are,” he spat.

You knew better than to talk back to him, and yet, “I’ve done nothing to you at all! You’ve no reason to -”

A heavy-handed slap to your face was sure to silence you. You could feel the blood rushing to your cheek, and your hand rose shakily to cradle the side of your face. Hot tears brimmed your eyes as you breathed deeply to steady yourself.

“I’m leaving.”

“Please -” you forced yourself to say, a feeble attempt to calm him down, lest his temper worsen on his way home.

“Enough from you! I-”

The door burst open and you felt as if your heart was about to leap out of your chest.

You were astounded to see Eloise standing in the doorway, her lips in a tight line. It had been long since you’d seen her last. She was beautiful, as always. For a moment you forgot your present situation until you noted the fire in her eyes. She was furious, but she kept herself composed, “Is everything alright in here? I heard quite the commotion from outside as I was passing by.”

“We are quite fine.” He turned back to you and after a moment, he spoke, “I’ll send the carriage back around for you once I arrive home. I cannot stand the sight of you at present.”

“Lady Bridgerton,” he said curtly. Eloise barely had time to register the fact that James was walking towards her and stepped out of his way just in time.

“Lord Anderson,” she managed out, deciding to forgo her polite curtsy. She had deemed that he did not deserve it.

You both jumped at the sound of the door slamming upon his exit.

Her head felt as if it was spinning. She’d recognized your voice from outside the instant you spoke. The thought of this being the reality of the marriage your parents had arranged for you devastated her. She wouldn’t let herself imagine how horrid it was for you when you were actually at home.

Your cheek still burned from being slapped and there was no doubt in your mind about it being tinged pink. You were beyond mortified and the relief of James finally having left had tears falling down your face rapidly.

As much as you wanted to take in Eloise, who you hadn’t had a moment alone with since last season, you were lost in your mind. You dreaded your impending arrival back home and prayed that your husband would be fast asleep.

After a few more seconds you pried your eyes away from the bookcase you had been staring at and settled your gaze on Eloise.

She somehow looked more stunning than you had remembered her to be and your heart squeezed painfully. Her hair curled carefully over her shoulders in such a familiar way and it reminded you of how you used to twirl her curls in your fingers whenever she would rest her head in your lap.

The Bridgerton made her way over to you carefully. The concern on her face was evident and you knew by the way her eyebrows were crinkling together that she had much to say.

She stopped when she was just a few feet in front of you. For once, she seemed unable to form a proper sentence.

You were sure she couldn’t find the right words. You weren’t sure how you should navigate this situation yourself, but you had had enough of the silence, “I’m sorry you had to hear all of that.”

Eloise shook her head immediately, “You have nothing to be apologizing for.”

There was another lull of silence. All either of you could do was look into each other’s eyes. Hers looked so sad. How you hated to see them so.

“I assure you I am quite alright.”

“There is no use in lying to me, Y/n/n.”

Your bottom lip trembles at the familiar nickname and she hurries closer, engulfing you in a hug.

She felt you trembling as she held you against her. “I’m here,” she whispered, arms wrapped tightly around you.

It was not long before sobs racked your body and all she could do was rub your back and occasionally give you a few words of reassurance. Eloise felt her heart splitting into pieces the longer you cried.

You were certain that you would give anything to stay in her arms forever. There was nowhere in the world where you felt safer. Her chest radiated warmth and you took comfort in the very familiar scent of her perfume.

Once you’ve calmed slightly, you apologize again, “I’ve missed you terribly. And I have been the furthest thing from a friend to you. I’ve allowed James to drive the people closest to me out of my life and I won't stand for it any longer.”

“I can’t have you getting in trouble because of me,” she shook her head.

“Oh, hush, El,” you chuckled wetly. “I’ve been in trouble with my Mama countless times because of you.”

She knew you were joking to make light of the situation, but she found nothing humorous about it. Especially not as she reached up to wipe away the tears on your face.

“How long has it been this way?” she inquired, speaking with a gentle voice.

“A handful of months. He’s become rather frustrated by the fact that I have yet to produce an heir for him and his displeasure with me grows stronger by the second.”

Eloise’s face scrunched in indignation, “That is ridiculous.”

“It’s fair enough - that is why he was searching for a wife in the first place.”

“It’s unacceptable behavior from him regardless of that fact,” she was quick to rebuke. She took your hand in her own and squeezed gently. The feel of your skin against hers made her heart race.

“I’d like to get out of the house tomorrow. Do you think your mother should have my head if I busied you the whole day?”

“Not at all. She’s missed you quite a lot as well,” Eloise smiled.

Your heart fluttered at the admittance.

“Will you be okay tonight?”

“I will. I’m sure he’ll drink himself to sleep the second he arrives home.”

You could tell Eloise didn’t like the sound of that, but she said nothing.

She was grateful that you wanted to spend the day with her tomorrow, not only because she would be eager to see how you were but also because she’d missed your company so very much.

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Almost two fortnights later, you’re riding in a carriage to a ball with your husband sitting across from you. He grows tired of waiting for you to finally come to be with child. Intercourse with him is nauseating and at this point, you’re praying that your courses don’t come next month for a multitude of reasons.

The ride is sour, as you’ve just had a nasty argument, ending in you being pushed into a table. Your right arm ached still, but you were sure that nothing was broken.

You were excited to escape from your husband and find your dear Eloise the moment the opportunity arose. Your feelings for her made you ever so giddy when you were around her. You felt almost childish at your eagerness to leave your husband and find your friend, but you had been swept into this marriage on your just first season out, which was only last year. It barely gave you any time to enjoy balls with her without courting.

Running around with Eloise at the last ball felt so normal, oddly enough. It was incredibly refreshing to spend the better part of the evening with her, sipping on champagne and cracking jokes. Even though you knew it was slightly improper as you were now married and should have been at your husband’s side, listening to him boast about his fortune and how impatient he was to have an heir with whoever would listen, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. It did anger him, however. You had learned so after the last ball when he reprimanded you for almost half of an hour about your behavior as if you were his child and not his wife.

You’d decided to behave for the first hour, at least. It frustrated you so to listen to James drone on to his acquaintances, but you knew it was what needed to be done since he was already on edge from his earlier outburst.

The Bridgertons arrived after you, and you spotted Eloise immediately. You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face when you saw the way her eyes lit up when she caught sight of you.

You squeezed James’ arm absentmindedly out of the excitement you felt. When he looked down at you, you played it off by giving him a look that should have been directed toward Eloise.

That had seemed to satisfy him well enough and he returned to his conversation, allowing you to return to observing your favorite Bridgerton from afar.

Eloise’s hair cascaded over one of her shoulders and two strands of soft curls beautifully framed the sides of her face. Her dress was blue, as it usually was, and it was embellished with embroidered flowers.

You could hardly peel your eyes away from her, but you forced yourself to redirect your attention to your husband once more.

After what you deemed an appropriate amount of time, you excused yourself to find more pleasant company.

It seemed as if you had run into almost every Bridgerton before her, though. You greeted all three of her present brothers before finding Violet and Agatha in conversation and curtsying to both. Violet even extended a hand to squeeze yours for a moment, happy to see you.

As soon as you began a conversation with her and Lady Danbury, you were accosted by Eloise, who gripped your arm excitedly. You winced briefly, now bruised from your earlier encounter with the table of your drawing room.

You relaxed your expression and the pinch in your brow was gone once it settled in that you were in Eloise’s presence, she still noticed your discomfort despite your futile efforts to mask it and found herself glancing down at your arm.

Her nostrils flared at what she saw, she had half the mind to find Lord Anderson at that moment, but she looked back up to you and saw the bright grin on your face and melted, a smile of her own growing quickly.

She swiftly looped her arm through yours and began to pull you away, wanting you to herself, “If you don’t mind, I’m going to steal Lady Anderson away. I’ve hardly had any time with her all week.”

The older women chuckled and shook their heads, recognizing this familiar routine that the two of you had been accustomed to last year.

“Have a nice time ladies,” Violet smiled, not even bothering to remind Eloise to attempt to fill a few spots on her dance card. She knew how the girl had missed you, and didn’t have it in her to force her daughter away from you. Violet rather appreciated how cheerful Eloise happened to get whenever you were around, especially at balls, where genuine smiles from the young lady were scarce.

Eloise guided you to a corner of the ballroom, not failing to make a stop at the refreshment table and hand you a lemonade. You were relieved to be by her side at last. There was nothing you had desired more in the past week, where you had only been able to promenade with her once, as James had been irritable.

The longer you were around her, the more you felt the pressure on your chest relieve itself. You were able to breathe so easily around Eloise. You suddenly became aware of the fact that her thumb was passively rubbing your arm and you had to blink a few times, not sure if you were dreaming it.

You ached for her to touch you more. You’d once attempted to imagine that your husband’s hands were hers, but they were far too rough, and you gave up quickly.

Your mind wandered for a moment, but before it could stray too far, you snapped yourself out of it.

“You’re awfully quiet tonight,” you pointed out, turning your head towards your best friend. It was quite unlike her.

She tilted her head in a shrug, “You seem as though you could use a little quiet.”

“You know me far too well, Eloise,” a smile returned to your lips, something she never failed to do, and you shook your head. “But please, if there’s anyone I’d like to hear ramble, it is always you.”

Eloise scoffed in mock offense, “I do not ramble.”

“You do, too,” you teased. “I like it.”

She chortles in response and the two of you hold eye contact. She looks at you with a fondness that you recognize yourself often directing toward her.

Eloise breaks it for a short moment to glance down at your lips.

When she does it once more, you’re suddenly overtaken by instinct and put your lemonade on a serving tray, taking hers and doing the same.

“What-”

Eloise is interrupted by you taking her gloved hand in your own and dragging her out of the ballroom. She doesn’t miss the way you check over your shoulder for your husband, who is heavily occupied, drinking and joking happily with his friends.

You begin making your way into the gardens when you hear Eloise chirp up from behind you.

“We shouldn’t be out here,” she says, not quite like she means it.

You roll your eyes, “Then it’s a good thing you’ve never cared for rules, isn’t it?”

“I suppose so,” she couldn’t be offended, it was true, and it was exhilarating to be truly alone with you for the first time in such a long while.

You stopped when you’d reached a dead end and you were sure you were not only alone but completely hidden from anyone looking outside.

Eloise tried to stop her mind from racing. She couldn’t be sure of why you had pulled her out of the ballroom. She waited with bated breath to find out, trying to suppress the excitement she felt. You could just be in search of fresh air, or actual silence, which required you to be far enough to hear the music no longer.

Your breathing quickened as you stood in front of her. She took note of it, and against her better judgment, let her eyes flicker to your chest. Then up to your lips, which were parted slightly. Her eyes lingered, before finally meeting your own.

While you badly wanted to tell her everything on your mind, you could hardly form a proper sentence, “El…”

You could hear her breath, ragged from nerves as she took a step closer to you.

There was a question in your eyes. You were grateful that you did not have to utter it. She knew.

She told you that she knew with the glassy nature of her eyes, the parting of her mouth, and her breath fanning across your face as she brought herself closer.

You closed the distance, pressing your lips to Eloise’s. The gentle kiss did not take long to turn eager, almost desperate, both of you feeling free from the sole secret you had kept from each other.

Her lips were soft and warm. They were everything you had dreamed of.

You lost yourself in Eloise, your hands finding their way to her jaw. Your body felt as if it was being lit from the inside when she pressed you into her with a firm hand at the small of your back. Your head almost spun from the contact of her chest against your own.

Despite not wanting to, you pulled away the slightest bit to catch your breath. You did not miss the way she chased your lips.

She had never looked more beautiful. Your heart swelled as she began to smile, which turned into a breathy chuckle.

You shook your head as you joined her with a giggle and let your arms wrap around your neck, hugging her tightly.

“I love you, El. So much,” you whispered.

You felt her breath hitch and her arms tightened around your waist, “I love you too. So very much. It pains me so to watch you from across a ballroom when I want nothing more than to be by your side.”

All of a sudden, your reality came flooding back to you.

“You deserve so much more than that brute that calls himself your husband. He should be honored to spend the time with you that he does. He is a fool for not seeing how precious you are.”

Tears welled in your eyes as she spoke, “I wish I had never married, El. I’m miserable.”

“I know. I’m not sure how much peace this brings you, but you should know that I am here for you, at any time of day or night. You could barge into the Bridgerton house in the late hours of the night and I shall be ready to dissolve your worries with my charming wits and whatever biscuits we can find in the kitchens.”

You found yourself laughing, as you always did in Eloise’s presence, “Thank you.”

“It is my pleasure,” her lips quirked up.

“What are we to do now? About us, I mean.”

“We’re going to have to find a way to get you out of that house of yours however often we can. And if Lord Anderson lays another finger on you I will sic my entire family and Lady Danbury on him. We’ll see how he likes that.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I’d say I’m known for being ridiculous, you shouldn’t be surprised,” she raised a brow playfully before looking over her shoulder. “I highly doubt anyone is missing us in there…”

“What might you be suggesting, Miss Eloise,” you ask, feigning innocence.

“I think you know quite well what I suggest.”

how c.ai works and why it's unethical

Okay, since the AI discourse is happening again, I want to make this very clear, because a few weeks ago I had to explain to a (well meaning) person in the community how AI works. I'm going to be addressing people who are maybe younger or aren't familiar with the latest type of "AI", not people who purposely devalue the work of creatives and/or are shills.

The name "Artificial Intelligence" is a bit misleading when it comes to things like AI chatbots. When you think of AI, you think of a robot, and you might think that by making a chatbot you're simply programming a robot to talk about something you want them to talk about, and it's similar to an rp partner. But with current technology, that's not how AI works. For a breakdown on how AI is programmed, CGP grey made a great video about this several years ago (he updated the title and thumbnail recently)

I HIGHLY HIGHLY recommend you watch this because CGP Grey is good at explaining, but the tl;dr for this post is this: bots are made with a metric shit-ton of data. In C.AI's case, the data is writing. Stolen writing, usually scraped fanfiction.

How do we know chatbots are stealing from fanfiction writers? It knows what omegaverse is [SOURCE] (it's a Wired article, put it in incognito mode if it won't let you read it), and when a Reddit user asked a chatbot to write a story about "Steve", it automatically wrote about characters named "Bucky" and "Tony" [SOURCE].

I also said this in the tags of a previous reblog, but when you're talking to C.AI bots, it's also taking your writing and using it in its algorithm: which seems fine until you realize 1. They're using your work uncredited 2. It's not staying private, they're using your work to make their service better, a service they're trying to make money off of.

"But Bucca," you might say. "Human writers work like that too. We read books and other fanfictions and that's how we come up with material for roleplay or fanfiction."

Well, what's the difference between plagiarism and original writing? The answer is that plagiarism is taking what someone else has made and simply editing it or mixing it up to look original. You didn't do any thinking yourself. C.AI doesn't "think" because it's not a brain, it takes all the fanfiction it was taught on, mixes it up with whatever topic you've given it, and generates a response like in old-timey mysteries where somebody cuts a bunch of letters out of magazines and pastes them together to write a letter.

(And might I remind you, people can't monetize their fanfiction the way C.AI is trying to monetize itself. Authors are very lax about fanfiction nowadays: we've come a long way since the Anne Rice days of terror. But this issue is cropping back up again with BookTok complaining that they can't pay someone else for bound copies of fanfiction. Don't do that either.)

Bottom line, here are the problems with using things like C.AI:

It is using material it doesn't have permission to use and doesn't credit anybody. Not only is it ethically wrong, but AI is already beginning to contend with copyright issues.

C.AI sucks at its job anyway. It's not good at basic story structure like building tension, and can't even remember things you've told it. I've also seen many instances of bots saying triggering or disgusting things that deeply upset the user. You don't get that with properly trigger tagged fanworks.

Your work and your time put into the app can be taken away from you at any moment and used to make money for someone else. I can't tell you how many times I've seen people who use AI panic about accidentally deleting a bot that they spent hours conversing with. Your time and effort is so much more stable and well-preserved if you wrote a fanfiction or roleplayed with someone and saved the chatlogs. The company that owns and runs C.AI can not only use whatever you've written as they see fit, they can take your shit away on a whim, either on purpose or by accident due to the nature of the Internet.

DON'T USE C.AI, OR AT THE VERY BARE MINIMUM DO NOT DO THE AI'S WORK FOR IT BY STEALING OTHER PEOPLES' WORK TO PUT INTO IT. Writing fanfiction is a communal labor of love. We share it with each other for free for the love of the original work and ideas we share. Not only can AI not replicate this, but it shouldn't.

(also, this goes without saying, but this entire post also applies to ai art)

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One Day

pairing: eloise bridgerton x female! reader

word count: 1642

summary: you and eloise hide under her bed to avoid getting caught. while she finds the situation hilarious, you, on the other hand, do not.

on ao3 here!

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Eloise and you were now something more, no longer just friends. You were sneaking around, stealing kisses whenever no one was looking. It was exhilarating but also nerve-wracking, especially for you, whose parents would kill her if they ever found out. The Bridgertons seemed far more open-minded. Eloise didn’t seem as worried about them finding out as you were.

Both of you were making out on Eloise’s bed, your hair disheveled and dresses crumpled. The room was dimly lit by the setting sun streaming through the curtains, casting a warm orange glow over the scattered books and trinkets that reflected Eloise’s personality, a personality that you adored with every inch of your being. Eloise’s hands roamed freely, fingers tangling in your hair, then tracing the curve of your back. You responded in kind, your hands exploring the softness of her skin, the delicate lines of her neck, the curve of her waist. Her lips were warm and insistent against yours, each kiss deepening as you both lost yourselves in the moment.

Her breath mingled with yours, creating a heady mix that made your head spin. The taste of her, sweet and intoxicating, was something you craved more with each passing second. Your kisses grew hungrier, more desperate, as if trying to make up for all the stolen moments you shared. Eloise’s hand slipped under your dress, her touch sending shivers down your spine. You gasped softly, your heart pounding in your chest, a mix of desire and fear coursing through you.

When you heard Anthony’s voice booming from downstairs, your heart raced with panic.

“Eloise!” he called out, his footsteps echoing up the stairs.

You pulled away from each other and your eyes went wide with fear. Eloise laughed heartily, finding your panicked expression both endearing and amusing. “No need to worry,” she whispered, gently wiping at the smudged lipstick on your face. She glanced toward the door, hearing Anthony’s footsteps approaching. “Stay calm, my love. Let’s hide under the bed.”

You gulped nervously before nodding. Eloise grabbed your hand and tugged you down with her. You both slid underneath the bed, making sure your feet didn’t stick out from underneath.

Anthony knocked at the door. “Eloise, Mother needs you,” he called through the door. When she didn’t answer, he knocked louder. “Eloise!” His tone grew agitated. Eloise couldn’t help but stifle a giggle. The sound of her brother’s frustration only added to the thrill of the moment.

You shot her a look, a quiet huff escaping your lips. Eloise could barely contain her amusement.

Anthony continued knocking, his agitation growing.

“Eloise, I know you’re in there,” he thundered. “Come out this instant.”

Despite the situation, Eloise couldn’t help but find his frustration comical. The absurdity of hiding under the bed like children hiding from a scolding made her shoulders shake with suppressed laughter.

“Very well, I shall enter. I trust you will make yourself presentable.” He opened the door slowly, scanning the room as he walked in. Eloise stifled another giggle, her eyes sparkling with mischief. You glared at her, quickly covering her mouth with your palm. “Could you be quiet for once, Eloise?!” you hissed in a whisper. You could feel Eloise’s grin against the palm of your hand, the vibration of her silent laughter only adding to your anxiety.

Anthony’s footsteps thudded against the hardwood floor as he moved further into the room. He glanced around, clearly puzzled by Eloise’s absence. Each step he took seemed louder in the tense silence, and the air felt thick with anticipation. You held your breath, every muscle in your body taut with fear of being discovered.

Eloise’s eyes met yours, her playful demeanor unchanged despite the gravity of the situation. Her irrepressible spirit shone through even now, making it impossible for her to take her brother’s ire seriously.

Anthony moved around the room, searching for any sign of his sister. He was so close to the bed now, and Eloise fought desperately to stifle her laughter. She could see your wide, nervous eyes in the dim light and felt the warmth of your hand over her mouth. You were surely going to get caught, and the thrill of the situation was making everything more hilarious to her. But definitely not to you.

You pressed your palm harder into Eloise’s mouth, a silent warning to keep quiet.

“Eloise?” Anthony said. He walked around the room some more, his shoes heavy against the hardwood floor.

You were beyond scared. Eloise was not taking this situation seriously enough.

“Where did she go?” Anthony whispered to himself. He stopped directly in front of Eloise’s bed.

Your heart thumped against your chest. Eloise could feel the rhythmic beating of it against her side. The room was silent except for the sound of your ragged breathing and the creaking of the floorboards as Anthony moved closer. Every second felt like an eternity, the suspense unbearable. Eloise’s body shook slightly with suppressed laughter, her eyes sparkling with mischief. You closed your eyes tightly, willing yourself to disappear into the floor, every muscle tense with fear. The scent of lavender from Eloise’s perfume mingled with the dust under the bed, creating a strangely comforting cocoon despite the perilous situation above.

Anthony stood there for a moment, his new, shiny shoes inches away from your hiding spot. Eloise’s heart raced faster, her amusement replaced by a slight flutter of anxiousness. Yet, her irrepressible nature couldn’t resist the temptation, and she began to poke her fingers into your sides teasingly.

You grabbed Eloise’s wandering fingers with your free hand. Eloise took the opportunity to lick your palm.

“I’m going to kill you,” you whispered lowly into Eloise’s ear.

Even in the tension of the situation, with Anthony so close and the fear of being caught, Eloise couldn’t suppress her mischief. The feeling of your skin against her lips sent a shiver down her spine. It always did.

She smirked slightly against your hand, replying in a whisper, “I’d like to see you try.” Her breath was warm against your palm.

Anthony finally left the room, shutting the door harshly behind him as he went.

“Eloise! You don’t take anything seriously, do you?” you hissed, removing your hand from Eloise’s mouth. Eloise was still grinning like a child.

“Oh, come now, I do take things seriously… sometimes,” Eloise laughed quietly, rolling her eyes at your chastising tone. She inched closer to you under the bed, your faces just inches apart. The dim light cast shadows across her face, emphasizing every perfect feature.

“You worry far too much, love.”

You sighed with a shake of your head. “I know… I just don’t want my parents finding out. You know why, El.”

Eloise smiled, amused by the lipstick smudges still on your lips and cheeks.

She reached a hand up, her fingers gently touching the smudges of lipstick on your face, wiping them away tenderly. A sly grin tugged at the corners of her mouth. “I know.”

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against your cheek. “But you can’t deny that it’s exciting, can you?”

“Maybe a little…” you muttered quietly, a flush on your cheeks.

Eloise’s grin widened as you admitted the truth. She inched even closer, your faces tantalizingly close. Her hand still gently touched your cheek, tracing the contour, as her voice dropped to a whisper.

“A little,” she echoed, “Only a little? I think the way your heart’s racing speaks differently.”

“My heart is racing because we were about to be caught by your eldest and most intimidating brother if you hadn’t quit your giggling!” you replied, but couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face.

Eloise returned your smile, “I suppose you have a point. But I also think it’s partly from my touch, don’t you?”

She gently twirled a strand of your hair around her finger, her tone playful and flirtatious.

“It always is, Eloise,” you said, pressing a kiss to Eloise’s cheek. “Now, must we stay here all night?”

Eloise chuckled, her heart fluttering at the feel of your lips on her cheek. “No, I suppose not. Unless you would like to stay here… under the bed with me for the entirety of the night?”

“Anywhere with you is a blessing, but I fear this may prove rather uncomfortable as time goes on, darling.”

“True,” Eloise conceded with a playful pout. “As much as I’d love nothing more than to stay here with you, this isn’t exactly ideal. Besides…” she leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper, “We have plenty more room on my very comfortable bed.”

You both giggled as Eloise grabbed your hand. The pair jumped back onto her bed, Eloise attacking your face with kisses.

The giggles quieted as Eloise lavished kisses all over your face, moving from your cheeks to your neck. A soft gasp escaped your lips, your heart fluttering at the affection. You were laid out on the bed, Eloise hovering over you, a mischievous grin on her face.

“You see,” she murmured between kisses, “Much more comfortable, hm?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed.

Eloise smiled against your skin. “You need not worry, my love. You’ll have me, always,” she whispered.

You nodded, embracing Eloise into a tight hug, your arms wrapping around her waist.

Eloise returned the embrace. She buried her face in the crook of your neck, the scent of your strawberry perfume filling her senses.

“I swear it,” she whispered, her breath warm against your skin. “I wish I could marry you, just to keep you like this, in my arms, every night.”

“Me too. Maybe one day,” you whispered back.

“Yes, one day,” Eloise agreed, closing her eyes and holding you tighter. For a brief moment, the two of you held each other in silence, each lost in thoughts, hopes, and dreams of a shared future together.

so why wouldn’t john krasinski prep a little birthing hut or whatever by that waterfall and move emily blunt there when she was about eight and a half months pregnant

he is obviously someone who prepared (with the fireworks), so why wouldn’t he move her to the place where she would be super safe whilst in labor

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