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#anthony bridgerton fannfiction
peterpparkrr · 1 year
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Pinned (pt. 7)
Series: Pinned
Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x f!reader
Summary: Reader is in her feelings. Anthony runs (unfortunately not through the rain) to confess his feelings and asks the reader a very important question.
Word count: 1k
A/N: Oh boy! This series will have one more chapter (and then maybe a little epilogue)! I’ve loved this little story so much (I’m already playing with the idea of reworking it a bit - and maybe turning it into a piece of original fiction?), but it’s coming to its end! So I just want to say thank you for all the love!
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You shouldn’t be surprised by the ache in your chest. 
You know how you feel about Anthony. And sure, you know how he felt about you, but even your mutual feelings weren’t enough to change your situation.  
Anthony made himself perfectly clear, and so did you. But that does nothing to dull the sharp sting you feel each time you catch yourself thinking about him and have to remember what you said to him. 
If you were a stronger woman you’d say that you believed every word that you spoke to Anthony Bridgerton the last time you saw him. And what you said was the truth. But that doesn’t mean that you meant those words.  Or that you wouldn’t do anything in your power to change those truths if you could.
But his surprising callousness, even as he tried to reason with you, to keep you, is enough to allow you to go on with your life. 
It never would have worked. 
He can never marry you. And you can never be his mistress. 
An unstoppable force and an immovable object.
And maybe, in a different world, a fairer world, it wouldn’t matter that you come from different parts of society. Maybe if you’d met a hundred, or two hundred years from now it wouldn’t even be an issue.
But you live in this world, with these rules. Rules that are not going to change any time soon.
So you’ll need to move on.
And you’d been trying to.
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You’d been making breakfast the morning after you’d ended things when John’d gotten back from his overnight shift.
“John-” You tried to start as you came over to where he’d plopped down unceremoniously at the table.
“You spoke to your little lord?” He asks without looking up at you. 
“He’s not-” You start to argue before you realize it’s not worth your effort. John’s already won. And why would you waste your time defending a man you will never interact with again. “Yes,” You finally settle on. 
“And?” John prompts you. 
“I ended it,” You reply. “John-”
“Good,” He cuts you off before he digs into his food. “Thank you for breakfast,” he manages to add through bites.
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You hear Anthony shouting your name before you see him. 
You turn around with wide eyes to see Lord Bridgerton jogging down the busy pavement towards you, shouting your name at the top of his lungs.
“You shouldn’t be here,” You say as you reach him, having turned and picked up your own pace to meet him before he can embarrass either of you any further.
“I must. I must,” He repeats as he stares down at you intensely. Struggling to catch his breath as he finds the words he’d been formulating on his way here. “I love you.”
“I’m going to have to ask you to be on your way, Sir,” A sharp voice calls from behind you as a hand rests protectively on your shoulder. “You’re causing a scene.”
“John-” You start to protest.
“Who are you?” Anthony asks. His eyes flash with something as they travel up from the hand on your shoulder to the face of the man standing behind you.
“Her brother,” John tells him. “And you are causing a scene, Lord Bridgerton. You need to go,” He repeats quickly.
“Anthony, maybe this isn’t the best place to do this,” You tell him. “Please.”
“I just need a moment of your time,” Anthony pleads.
As you glance back at him, John mutters your name lowly.
“A moment,” You allow. “In private. And then I will return,” You tell John.
“If you think I’m going to let you go somewhere alone with my sister you have lost your mind, Bridgerton,” John continued.
“John,” You snap. Not appreciating him speaking over you like you’re not even present.
“No. Whatever he wants to say he can say in front of me as well,” John tells you.
“No. This is between me and Anthony, and has absolutely nothing to do with you at all, John. So please, let me take care of this,” You tell him as you take hold of Anthony’s hand and begin to drag him to a quieter part of the street, away from the crowd that had been gawking curiously at the scene you’d been a part of.
“This conversation isn’t over!” John shouts as you alway away.
You stop in your tracks before whipping around.
“Yes, it actually is,” You snap before continuing on your way.
Once you’ve ducked into 
“We need to stop meeting like this,” You tell Anthony with a shake of your head. “You seem to have a pattern of accosting women on the street.”
“Just you,” Anthony replies. “And you seem to have a pattern of dragging me into secluded alleys,” He adds.
“Anthony, I’m not sure why you’ve tracked me down to shout at me, but you’re tempting scandal, doing this in public. I think we both know that nothing has truly changed,” You tell him.
“But it has,” Anthony says. “I love you, and I can’t stomach the thought of living a life without you.” 
“We don’t need to have this conversation again, I haven’t changed my mind,” You tell Anthony with a shake of your head. Disappointed by the thought that he came all this way in hopes of changing your mind about this, especially after you made your stance so clear the last time you talked.
“I’m not asking you to be my mistress. I’m asking you to marry me,” Anthony tells you.
You stare at Anthony for a long moment.
“You haven’t thought this through,” You reply as you shake your head.
“I have. I’ve spoken to my mother. You deserve to be happy. And so do I,” He tells you as he brings a hand up to cup your cheek. “Let us be happy together.”
“Marry me,” Anthony repeats.
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