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Shame Shame Shame pt 2

Bridgertons x Bridgerton!reader (general) Hyacinth x Bridgerton!Sister

Word Count : 1439

Summary : After the reader snaps at her family, it’s time to make it up to them. One by one.

Warnings : It’s not that angsty apart from a few words here and there, mostly fluff.

A/N: Since it was so wildy requested I decided to do part two (part 1 here). I didn’t really know where to go from part one, so hopefully I didn’t disappoint everyone with what I decided. My fluff writing isn’t quite there, but this is my best try

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Your fingers worked steadily and swiftly in threading the needle back and forth through the fabric, cursing when the deep green thread got caught in a knot. Embroidery was always something that you excelled at. Far beyond Daphne and her wobbly roses.

Usually, this would be a methodical task that could relax you in a time of stress. However, as your thread got caught for the 10th time in the past few minutes, you only succeeded in working yourself up even more. Your hands had never seemed to stop shaking every since your argument a few days ago and… for fucks sake your thread knotted again.

You placed the fabric and the unsalvageable tulips onto the table, the insignificant defeat bringing tears into your eyes.

“Sister?”

You practically jumped out of your seat, your heart thrumming. Your youngest sister stood in the doorway, frowning.

“Oh, Hyacinth. I had not realised,” you paused, collecting yourself. “Was there something you needed?”

“Were you crying?” She asked, as blunt as she always had been from the day she learnt how to talk.

“No, of course not.” Though, as you spoke you had to bring your fingers up to your eyes to catch anymore tears as they fell.

The two of you had not spoken much since you last snapped at her. In fact, you had not talked much to any of your family members.

This was not a fault on their end, you had mastered avoiding them after all. Your control like nature (something you definitely got from Anthony, as he did from your mama) made sure you always knew where everyone was.

Your shame had prevented you from feeling relieved that you finally told your family how you felt. And your anger prevented you from talking to them. And so you went round and round a circle of sadness, anger and shame.

“Do you need anything? I’m rather busy at this moment.” Busy moping around and thinking of new ways to run from your problems.

She opened her mouth, and closed it once more. Taking in a sharp breath (something she picked up from Daphne) she tried again.

“I don’t wish to be bothersome,” she mumbled, and you winched as your words were thrown back at you.

Your relationship with Hyacinth was different from your other siblings. You could spit insults and harsh words with the others and all would be forgotten by the next day (most of the time).

One time you and Eloise had so cruelly hidden Anthony’s pocket watch, intending for it to be a harmless prank. When he found out, he was furious and you had never heard such harsh words coming from his mouth. Sure, the two of you had wept that night but by the next day you were stealing his shoes and books.

Hyacinth, however, was the youngest of all of you. With not having met her father, all of you had stepped in to raise her. Anthony most of all. Insulting her would feel like your mother insulting you.

“Whoever called you bothersome isn’t very smart.” You began, hoping she would catch onto your apology.

“What if they called me nosy too?” She spoke with a cheeky grin, showing that she had already forgiven you.

“Well they really must apologise.”

“They could begin by giving me their dessert for a week,” Hyacinth giggled, holding on to the edge of your seat, “Then, help me get back at Gregory for stealing my ribbon.”

“The week? But our lovely chef is making gooseberry pie tonight.”

“If they aren’t willing, then I suppose they aren’t that sorry.” Hyacinth’s knack for manipulation was going to become a problem one day. You were just glad that her on;y worries for now were desserts and annoying Grefory.

And who were you to deny her?

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You ate your dinner in silence, most of your energy having gone into replacing Gregory’s closet with Fransesca’s. Whilst you would normally take turns with Eloise to insult each of your family members, today you left her alone to fight against Benedict.

When dessert came, you waited patiently for Hyacinth to finish her plate.

“Are you not hungry sister?” Anthony’s voice surprised you as you lifted your plate and gave it to Hyacinth - who practically snatched it out of your hands - right before his eyes.

Your eldest brother simply watched with his mouth agape.

When you weren’t hiding in your room, your siblings opted to ignore the tension between them and you. They continued on with their relentless teasing. It had yet to feel the same.

“How come Hyacinth gets your dessert but when I ask you respond with insulting everything I have?” Benedict popped in, also watching as Hyacinth devoured your gooseberry pie.

“No one can say no to Hyacinth,” Daphne came to your defence, doing everything in her power to get your relationship back to how it used to be.

“And they can say no to me?” Benedict asked with overdramtisised hurt.

“It brings me pleasure to say no to you,” Eloise quipped with a roll of her eyes, earning a stern look from your mama.

It wasn’t long before everyone had scuffed down the gooseberry pie, Hyacinth somehow finishing before anyone else.

One by one, your siblings left with one excuse or another. Leaving you with Benedict. For some reason he ate his dessert a lot slower that evening, and you always remained behind to thank the staff. It became a habit after you saw a maid breaking down from the workload when you were 8.

Out of all your siblings, Benedict and Daphne were the least afraid to speak about their feelings. Hence, why you had been avoiding them the most. They knew not to say anything in front of the others, but there were numerous occasions where they tried to catch you yourself.

They had yet to succeed until now.

Muttering something about embroidery, you stood up to take your leave. Benedict raised an eyebrow up at you, clearly not believing you for one second.

“Perfect, I’m just about finished.”

You smiled stiffly as he stood up, an unspoken agreement that you will not be getting out of this one.

“Why didn’t you tell any of us that you didn’t like him?” He asked after a moment, his voice soft and hesitant, as if even an exhale from him could make you begin shouting once more.

You inhaled, reminding yourself that it was only Benedict. Sweet, clueless Benedict whose only intention was to understand.

“You all loved him, and I didn’t want to let you guys down.”

He took in your words, thinking. Now, Benedict wasn’t the smartest of you by any means. But he was far more in touch with emotions than almost anyone else in the family (rivalled only by Daphne). It was why he made such a brilliant artist. It was something you wished you learnt from him, but you could hardly understand your emotions, let alone anyone else's.

“You could never let me down, y/n,” Benedict said with such seriousness that you had to look up to make sure it was really him you were talking to “I- we only wanted the best for you, and Lord Oddington wasn’t that. Far from it.”

You felt your eyes tear up at his words, and looked away shamefully. You did not want to cry for the second time that day.

“I had thought that you were all disappointed in me. After all, Daphne secured a Duke and I couldn’t even get a simple Lord.”

Benedict turned towards you, putting his hands on your shoulders. You maintained eye contact with his shoes, not wishing for him to see your blurred sight.

“Despite what the ton says, your worth is not made by who you marry. Whether you marry a Duke, or a farmer, you will always be y/n.”

At his comforting words, you practically threw yourself into your elder (and currently favourite) brother. His arms immediately wrapped around you, and you were overcome with so much warmth that those unshed tears finally spilled over.

“It’s just been so lonely,” You whispered to him.

“Please, y/n, if something like this happens again, you can tell me. Do you understand?”

You squeezed him a little tighter.

“I want to hear you say it.”

You parted with a sniffle, your red eyes now looking into his with a small smile on your face.

“I understand.”

And with some thought.

“Thank you, Benedict.”

In response he gave his usual grin, happy he was finally able to speak with you.

“Does this mean I get your desserts too?”

“Absolutely not.”

#Bridgerton #Bridgerton x reader #Bridgerton x sister!reader #bridgerton!sister #Bridgerton!sister #Hyacinth x Sister!reader #Hyacinth Bridgerton x reader #Benedict x sister!reader #Benedict bridgerton x reader

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paleyouthcrusade · 2 years

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I agree! Angsty fics (especially angsty bridgerton!sister fics) are superior

glad to see someone else agrees

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paleyouthcrusade · 2 years

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i love your bridgerton!sister fic!!🫶 do you planning to make part 2?? (pls ignore this you feel uncomfortable <33)

thank you :)) and yes I am, just trying to figure out which direction I should take it

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paleyouthcrusade · 2 years

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just read shame shame shame and wow.,.,,

i love ur writing style and how you perfectly wrote all the bridgerton characters!! will you be writing a part 2 ?

Thank you :)) making sure the characters are true to cannon is something I enjoy so hearing I succeeded means a lot.

I am planning on writing a part 2, just trying to find the time to write it :)

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paleyouthcrusade · 2 years

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You’re bridgerton!sister fic is amazing!! I absolutely love the angst

thank you so much :)) I have a slight obsession with angsty fics

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Shame, Shame, Shame

Bridgertons x Bridgerton!reader

Word Count : 1824 words

Summary : When the reader snaps at her family, she can’t help the guilt that comes over her.

Warnings : uhh pretty angsty I guess , though I'm not sure how I feel about it.

Part 2

It was a nice evening, the rest of the Bridgertons had thought. An evening nice enough to warrant dinner in the gardens rather than indoors. The whole incident involving Colin and Marina Thomson had just about blown over and Colin was set out to travel the world only the next day. It only made sense that the whole family were together for the day.

This, however, was not something that you wanted. In fact, you would much rather prefer the opposite. Unlike your twin sister, Eloise, you had made the decision to begin your debut with Daphne. A stupid, stupid decision.

Unlike your perfect older sister, you were not a diamond of the first water. You were not even a pretty gem. One might compare you more to a nice rock you found on the beach.

You were quiet, but not in the way the men wanted. You failed to laugh at their jokes, not understanding why you should when they were not funny. You didn’t ask about their travels, finding a man talking about things you could never do far from interesting.

You tried to socialise with them as your mama had told you. But your voice seemed to always fail you whenever they insulted your embroidery work, or asked why you didn’t practice the piano forte.

So no, you didn’t want to spend the day revelling in the sunshine with your family. All you wanted to do was lay in your self pity and anger whilst you gazed dramatically out of the window.

There had been one Lord who had caught your eye. Lord Isaac Oddington. Everyone had thought that Isaac was your love match, including your family. At some point, you had been brainwashed to think it too.

He was a simple man. Enjoyed the normal things like hunting and horse racing. Though, there were times that he was rude, bringing you to the state of tears with just his sharp tongue.

Your younger siblings loved him. He often complimented Francesca’s pianoforte, played marbles with hyacinth, and told Gregory all he knew about bugs and rodents (your brother’s current interest).

Eloise was indifferent. You very much doubted that your sister even knew someone had courted you due to her recent obsession with the Lady Whistledown.

Your older siblings respected him. He was of high class and a respectable family, being the second eldest son to a viscount. He had no past of gambling, and was known across the ton for being charming and kind.

Not that you ever personally experienced that side to him.

It had come as a shock to all when Lord Oddington had proposed. But not to you (because that would be ridiculous). Instead he had proposed to a lovely Lady that you never had never learned the name of but you knew from the whispers of your siblings that she was very well liked across London.

You had done well to hide your heartbreak. Or perhaps there was no heartbreak in the first place.

You quickly made a joke of yourself to your family, making comments at your expense at any point you could to convince them you were fine. You had even gone up to the engaged couple and wished them a happy marriage without even a sliver of sadness present.

Your family had no time to dwell on what had happened before Lady Whistledown had exposed Marina’s pregnancy to the ton and everyone’s focus was on Colin.

You have never been an angry person. The angriest you had ever gotten is when you had heard a boy whisper nasty things about Eloise to his friends so you had gone and pushed him into the lake. But that had been years ago, and since then your anger had been scarce.

Lately it was all you ever felt.

But you shouldn’t have been angry at them. Your family.

It was you who told them you were alright. It was you who got angry if they tried to console you, insisting you were fine. It was you who did everything in your power to play off what had happened.

But all of a sudden you spent more and more time in the garden, the library, or even your own room. Hanging around the rest of your family felt more like a chore.

The cherry on top was hearing how everyone spoke of Daphne’s love match. And every time, without fail, this would be followed by a mention of next year's season with Eloise’s debut and your so-called ‘second trial’.

“Now you have experienced it, next season will come along smoothly and you will be married. I’m sure of it.” Your older sister smiled.

“And you shall be there to guide Eloise, of course,” Your mother added, earning an eye roll from your twin.

“I’m sure Eloise will manage fine without me coddling her,” you stated, reaching for the salad bowl.

“I believe Eloise will have better luck without you by her side,” Colin quipped cheekily.

You didn’t falter your movement, but you did feel that familiar drop in your stomach.

“Better than you,” you snarked back, perhaps a bit too harshly if the sight of his smile dropping was anything to go by.

Marina was still very much a sore subject.

“Perhaps then I should consider y/n my lucky charm,” Eloise intercepted.

“That’s enough,” Your mama stated before the conversation could get out of hand “what happened to your sister was unfortunate, but it did not reflect on her. The issue relies completely on Lord Oddington.”

“Proposing to a Lady whilst courting another is a sign of a dishonourable man,” Anthony added.

“Not that I blame him,” Benedict brought back the joking atmosphere. “Our dear sister must’ve stepped on his toes a few too many times.”

“Or perhaps he made his decision after meeting you. After all, if I saw that you were to be my brother in law I would also run the other way.” you internally winced as your words came out more sincere than you intended.

But Benedict only gasped dramatically, placing a hand on his heart.

“Are we talking about Lord Oddington?” Hyacinth suddenly bumped in, seemingly finding that throwing peas on Gregory was no longer interesting. “Oh I did like him a lot, he was so very kind.”

“You are easily won over sister,” you grumbled, tossing over a salad leaf. It landed in her hair.

“Why didn’t he propose?” She continued as if you didn’t say anything.

“Because he learned how bothersome and nosy you are,” you hissed, causing her to frown.

“Y/n,” Your mother warned and you huffed, only rolling your eyes.

“I think he did y/n a favour,” Eloise spoke up “there can’t have been a better outcome.”

And though you knew what she said was in your defence, you couldn’t help the spike of anger that rose in you.

“I could think of a number of ways it could have gotten better,” Your voice was calm, though your anger betrayed your body as you stabbed a cucumber with your fork a bit too aggressively.

“It could have been a lot smoother,” Daphne agreed, her shoulder slightly nudging yours in recognition “But we managed to get through it, did we not?”

“I’ll be sure to keep a closer eye on you next year, to be sure that any suitors do not turn out like Lord Oddington,” Anthony smiled in what you guessed was meant to be reassurance, but it only aided to fuel the fire.

“Oh please, I beg of you. Do anything but that,” You groaned “Or should I remind you all of Lord Berbrook?”

The table fell into a tense silence, and your gut twisted at the sudden attention.

“That was a mistake on my part, I will admit.” Your oldest spoke slowly, staring straight into your eyes to show the truth in his words “But it shan’t happen again.”

You only scoffed, putting down your fork.

“That is easy for you to say, but I will have no say in the matter if it does.”

“Y/n you should also remember that I got out of it,” Daphne gently put her hand over yours.

“Yes because you’re Daphne,” You pitched your voice higher in a mocking tone “Diamond of the first water.”

She recoiled

“Y/n-” Your mama gasped.

“If Lord Berbrook had tried to marry me, all would tell me to be grateful I had a proposal at all,” Your voice rose. You had to hide your hands as they clenched around nothing, no doubt leaving crescent moon indents on your palms.

“That is not true y/n!” Your mama argued back.

“Do not lie to me mama. I may be young but I am not dim witted.”

You willed yourself to be quiet. Keep your voice down. Shut up. But it seemed now that once you started, it was almost impossible to stop.

“And next year it shall be the same,” you continued “with all eyes on Eloise, and perhaps one or two glances at me.”

“I’d much rather it be the other way around.” Your twin laughed awkwardly, trying to ease out the conversation.

“Well, not all of us get what we want Eloise.”

The silence that surrounded you was almost deafening.

“Then all of a sudden I shall find myself a spinster,” you continued on, your fork brutally ripping about the salad in front of you.

“Do not say such things y/n!” your sister cried.

“Tell me, sister, what job should I take up in the future? A governess? Or a maid?”

You knew what you were saying was unfair. There wasn’t even anything wrong with being a governess, or a maid, or any other job a lady has to get by. But you were so violently and suddenly upset that you wanted to spit out every hurtful word you could.

“You are a beautiful and talented lady, Y/n, I guarantee you will find someone,” your mother insisted.

“Lord Oddington clearly didn’t think so.”

“So this is about Isaac Oddington then?” Benedict spoke up. Your poor brother just wanting to know what has you so heated.

“I do not care!” The loudness of your voice surprised you, and everyone around you. The sight of your youngest siblings flinching forcing you to lower it. “about Lord Oddington.”

You paused, trying to get a second of peace in the silence. It only served to enhance your guilt and shame.

“I do not care,” You repeated. “I disliked the man, hated him in fact, from our first conversation.”

“I had thought that you loved him,” Your mother spoke barely above a whisper.

“No.” You spat, shaking your head to help force the tears from your eyes “It was you. It was all of you who loved him.”

None of your siblings knew what to say.

“And if he proposed I would not have been able to say no. Because of you.”

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paleyouthcrusade · 2 years

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Bridgerton Masterlist

Angst ☽

Fluff ♡︎

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Eloise Bridgerton

Maybe in Another world - It was that time of the year where young women are meant to parade around and find suitors, but the reader does not want a suitor. She wishes to travel the world with a very specific lady.

Bridgerton

☽ Shame Shame Shame -When the reader snaps at her family, she can’t help the guilt that comes over her. Part 2 here

#masterlist #bridgerton x reader #eloise bridgerton x reader

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Masterlist

Bridgerton

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Maybe in another world.

Eloise Bridgerton x fem reader

Word count: 1032 (short)

Summary: It was that time of the year where young women are meant to parade around and find suitors, but the reader does not want a suitor. She wishes to travel the world with a very specific lady.

Warnings: Typical period drama misogynistic world kind of thing

A/N: this is my first time writing anything Bridgerton

Angst, fluff

You were only on her third dance of the night but already you could feel the souls of your feet ache. The continuous fake smile on your face was beginning to drop and talking about your skills in the pianoforte became tiring.

Though, you didn’t dare complain. As a young lady, this was your duty. Find a man, marry, have children and spend the rest of your days looking after them and your house. Then they will go off and marry and have children of their own and you will die.. happy? content?

But how could you be content with a life like that? You (like most young lady’s of the ton) wanted to marry for love. To yearn to be by his side and ache when you were not. However, it was nearing the end of the season and still no Lord had caught your eye.

At this point you were thinking of simply marrying some random well off man (with a high enough ranking to please your mama) to avoid becoming a spinster.

After what had felt like hours, the dance finished and you offered the Lord (you couldn’t for the life of you remember his name) a kind smile before disappearing into the crowd. From the corner of your eye, you could see your mother look at you with a disapproving look as you once again walked away from a possible suitor.

You pursed your lips as you felt your chest tighten at the familiar expression. The constant cycle of disappointing your mama was beginning to weigh down on you, and you knew that it wouldn’t be much longer until she snapped.

“I believe that’s the longest I’ve ever seen you dance.” A sudden voice was heard from your left. You didn’t have to turn to knew who it belonged to and it didn’t take long for a grin to appear on your face.

“I fear my feet are about to fall off if I dance once more,” you joked in response, facing an exhausted looking Eloise.

“That is very much unlucky for you,” she leaned closer to you and your heart practically hummed. “I, on the other hand, have avoided the dance floor all night.”

“You must teach me your ways. I try to seem uninterested but that only makes them more so.” You looked at the rest of the ton bitterly.

“I simply talk as I think and the Lords practically run in the other direction.”

“I doubt that will work for much longer, your eldest brother looks almost ready to throttle you.”

The brother in question was in the midst of dancing with a young girl, who appeared on the verge of tears as he interrogated her.

Eloise rolled her eyes at the reminder before gently taking a hold of your arm, dropping her voice to a whisper.

“Perhaps if we escape now no one will be the wiser to our disappearance.”

You took a look around the ballroom, being sure that everyone’s gaze was off of the two of you. Your mama was in a gaggle of other mamas, most likely talking about the latest Lady Whistledown gossip.

“Then we should move quickly,” you replied, your smile doubling as you both raced out of the room and into the gardens.

It was dark outside, and you relished in the feeling of the cool air against your sweaty skin. Thankfully, the gardens were empty. So no-one was there to witness as you ungracefully dropped down to sit on the steps, dragging Eloise down with you.

You enjoyed the peaceful silence away from the ton as you removed your gloves.

You and Eloise have been friends for a long time now. Your families both being from a high class, so naturally you knew each other well. You bonded over your quiet (or in Eloise's case, not so quiet) hatred for society and how women were treated. You would spend hours talking about a different world, where you could do all the things that men could.

“If I were a man I could be traveling the world right now,” Eloise spoke up once more after a long silence. Her tone was frustrated and angry, but you knew the sadness that laid beneath.

“Where would you go?” You whispered, your eyes remaining forward.

Eloise let out a long huff, shifting her body so she was leaning backwards with her arms supporting her.

“Anywhere that’s not here.”

A few more beats of silence passed before you finally turned to look at her. The darkness covered the details of her face, but through the blue light of the moon and the orange light of the surrounding lamps, you could see her smile.

“We could travel together,” she turned towards you, making you naturally lean closer “I’ve always wanted to visit Prussia.”

“We shall start there,” She stated strongly, grinning at the thought “then move onto Italy, France and everywhere else.”

Your chest felt warm at the thought of traveling with her. Sharing a small little house somewhere far away from the rest of the world. Having new adventures every day.

“And we wouldn’t have to worry about the ton, or anyone. Because we would simply be two traveling men,” she continued, the light in her eyes growing with every word.

But then reality came crashing down once more as you both remembered that you weren’t simply two traveling men.

Eloise turned away with a small frustrated sigh. You wanted that smile to return, but you couldn’t find the words in you to bring it back.

It wasn’t fair.

You paused for a moment, before you raised your arm and wrapped around her torso. You could feel her stiffen for a split second and you feared that you had overstepped. Then she fully relaxed, and the frown lifted from her face.

You could’ve stayed there for the rest of your life, and you would’ve been more than content. But life is cruel, and you knew that at some point you would have to return to the ballroom and meet new lords - one of which you will marry.

Maybe in another world you could’ve run away with Eloise.

But not this one.

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