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[merlieve]

Can you write a prince friedrich x brigerton! reader on how he would court you

say yes to heaven :: prince friedrich

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬, 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭!

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[ Note: this was INSANELY late for no reason at all but i’m posting this as a soft launch for my future fics that are upcoming :> but as of now requests are closed and i won’t respond to any new requests. ]

When Friedrich and [Name] came across each other, it had to have been unexpected. During Lady Trowbridge’s ball, he had been looking for Daphne ever since she excused herself from him, yet, he had met her.

[Name] was alarmed that the prince had found her outside, standing on the stone porch, taking in the serene beauty of the gardens stretched out before her. Once they locked eyes, from that moment on, Friedrich knew she had him wrapped around his finger.

Telling Daphne had to be the scariest, [Name] was concerned about how her sister would react when she brought it up, but Daphne quickly shut her down and celebrated her sister finding a possible suitor.

Expect the princess treatment because, in his eyes, she will be his future princess.

He would send her loads of large bouquets of her favourite flowers, filling up their drawing room with adornment of fresh posies. Whenever they see each other, Friedrich gifts her necklaces, bracelets, and hopefully a ring in the near future.

Hyacinth was beyond over the moon when she found out her older sister was being courted by a prince! She wanted to know everything that happened.

During balls, when ladies attempt to get his attention, Friedrich’s eyes would only look for [Name], as would she.

[Name] had to look flawless at all times, the ton was keeping an eye on her every move, waiting for her to make a mistake. Jealous and curious eyes follow [Name], everywhere, especially Cressida Cowper, who had feigned swoon in front of him.

“He lost Daphne to the Duke, that is why he’s pursuing her sister instead,”

Friedrich would take [Name] to the Kew Palace to either promenade around the gardens or play Pall Mall

Encountering the Queen was the most anxiety-ridden situation [Name] had to endure. It was true that Queen Charlotte did not like [Name] at first, she was not her diamond of the season! Yet, she knew how persistent her nephew was, so she took what she could get.

Regardless if Friedrich was a prince or not, Anthony, Benedict and Colin were overprotective of their little sister, so when Friedrich dropped by, he had to face their so-called ‘intimidating look’.

Violet told Gregory and Hyacinth to be on their best behaviour that day or else they won’t get any frozen dessert, but for extra measures, she told Anthony to not scare off Friedrich.

After courting for a month, Friedrich thought it would be best to call you his princess once and for all.

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[merlieve]

Hello! I wanted to request a Gilbert x fem!reader where the reader seeks comfort within Gilbert’s arms after a devastating event in the reader life, the rest is up to you

i’m only me when i’m with you :: g.b

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬, 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲-𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.

𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 | 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐬: 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭!

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[ Note: you know how i’m a SLUT for hurt comfort, so now i’m chugging this one out, also Dr. Gunn was a real medical publisher, i did my research. sorry if it’s shorter than usual it’s literally 4am ]

The [Last Name] household had been a well-respected family at Avonlea, their reputation of formality and intellect exceeding expectations. That’s why when [Name] had gotten an 80% on her mathematics evaluation, her father ridiculed her for her academic performance;

“How have you managed to get such a scarce grade in mathematics?! Are you an imbecile?” Screeched [Father’s Name], gripping his daughters' worksheet in his hand, veins in his head, almost about to burst. “You’ve shattered our family name!”

Standing in front of her disappointed father, [Name] could hardly do anything, tears flowing from her cheeks, as she felt her heart pounding against her chest.

[Mother’s Name] quickly shut down her husband’s behaviour, “We don’t have the time for this [Father’s Name], let's talk about this in a civilized manner -” “Who cares?! Our daughter’s an idiot!” Interrupted by her husband, she knew better than to fuel his fire. “Times like these, I ask myself if she’s even mine…” Whispered [Father’s Name], tearing [Name]’s worksheet until it was shredded.

As the papers fell in front of her trembling body, [Name] wasted no time in leaving her home, grabbing her coat and shunning the calls of her parents, pleading for her to come back.

…

While walking by the eye-catching rivers and cattle farms of her town, [Name] didn’t seem to enjoy the beautiful scenery, eyes blurry while being filled with tears. [Name] felt like there was no place to go, the once comfort of her own home felt like the last thing she wanted to go back to. If she had nowhere to go, why were her legs taking her to a certain Blythe’s home?

Knock, Knock. Knock.

The faded knocking on the front door startled Gilbert, who was scanning the latest book of Dr. Gunn, he hadn’t expected any visitors to come, ‘then again, it could be the wind,’ and dismissed it, but when he heard a faint; “Gilbert? Is anybody home?” He quickly ran down the stairs, sniffing his clothes to make sure he seemed decent enough.

Opening the door, Gilbert was alarmed at [Name]’s shaky body, “G-Gilbert…” sighed the girl before him, her lovely face drenched in tears. She wasted no moment collapsing in his arms, hugging him with all her baggage. “Don’t let go, please… I’m scared, I don’t know what to do, I have nowhere to go…” Whimpered [Name], shoving her face in his neck, inhaling her beloved’s scent.

Taken aback, Gilbert hadn’t expected [Name]’s sudden vulnerability, but he didn’t need to understand her to give the same amount of comfort back. Hearing her shaky breath, Gilbert’s heart was filled with compassion, “I will never let go. I’ll protect you, darling, I always have and never failed,” Placing his hand on the back of her head while the other patted her back, as he attempted to soothe her.

Whatever happens, [Name] always comes back to Gilbert.

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[merlieve]

would you be up for an Anthony Bridgerton x wife!reader imagine where he keeps tossing and turning on the bed and he can’t sleep and he’s afraid that the reader would wake up because of him so he goes to his study and tries to sleep there. but the reader then wakes up and finds anthony sweating because of a nightmare in the couch of the study room so she cuddles him to sleep and when anthony wakes up, he sees the reader falls asleep spooning him, he realizes that he finds comfort in the touch and breathing her scent.

bitter sweet symphony :: anthony bridgerton x reader

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐝 & 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 / 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 | 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐬: Mentions of Death.

𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭!

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[ Note: I LOVE this request, one of my favorites, so far! ] | WORD COUNT: 1, 088

Anthony felt overwhelmed, as he tossed and turned on the queen bed he shared with his wife, [Name]. He felt overwhelmed after all of the work he did during the day, his hand feeling numb from all the writing and it didn't help that tomorrow would be a... special day. Anthony looked on the right side, where his lovely spouse lay, peacefully sleeping, she may deny it but Anthony found [Name] precious whenever she would doze, he took note that her nose would scrunch if she was dreaming, like now, Anthony questioned himself what she may be dreaming of. Nonetheless, Anthony was jealous that [Name] could sleep effortlessly and he can't. He would always have these constant thoughts in his mind whether it'd be about the future or his darling.

Due to her husband's continuous movements, [Name] turned to the other side, causing Anthony to worry that he was going to wake up his wife at such a time. He considered that going to another room would satisfy both him and [Name], so she could sleep calmly. Anthony gradually pulled the blanket away from him, and slowly stood up, trying not to wake [Name], as he tiptoed to the other side of the room. Once Anthony finally reached the door, he slowly opened it, cringing as it caused a creaking sound, he looked over to his wife, hoping it didn't awaken her from her slumber, but when he found out she was still asleep, he exhaled a breath he didn't know he was holding and left their bedroom.

Anthony never knew it was difficult to find a satisfying sleeping area in his house until he had to find one. He tried the drawing room, but then he recalled that the housekeepers prepare it in the morning, and due to the fact it was so late at night, he wouldn't be able to wake up before they come in, and the kitchen wasn't his second alternative. It may be the last thing he could ever dream of sleeping, since he already spends his days there why would he rest there, too? But he was running out of options, and time. Once Anthony reached his study, he looked for the large blue sofa [Name] would sit on whenever she would visit him, and when he saw the sofa, all he wanted to do was sleep.

[Name] woke up in the middle of the night, due to the loud bang of thunder. Tiredly, she tossed to left side, hoping to seek warmth from her husband but it was unexpectedly chilly on Anthony's side of the bed, only to find out that Anthony was nowhere to be seen. Alarmed, [Name] got up and set out to find her husband, calling out his name to get his attention. When she arrived at his study, she was greeted with a sight: Anthony was perspiring, shivering, and the more he tossed and turned the closer he was to falling off the couch.

This caused [Name] to worry for Anthony, quietly walking over to his aid, she debated waking him up but realised comforting him was better than trying to go back to sleep again. She knew Anthony had problems with sleeping nowadays with all the work he’s been doing, if she woke him up, he’d never go back to sleep. She made up a compromise, to comfort him instead of waking him.

[Name] calmly strolled to the sofa where her spouse lay, trembling and perspiring, as his breath hastened, causing [Name] to be concerned for her husband's being. Carefully, she laid beside Anthony without making a racket, and quietly coddled him from behind. She sighed when Anthony's breathing began slowing down, indicating that he was calming down. Her heart swelled when Anthony nuzzled onto her, like a puppy, finding solace in the sudden warmth, as they drift into a deep slumber.

It was daytime, hoards of birds flying in groups while the sun glistens through the window. Anthony woke up due to the brightness of the morning sun, the storm from last night compels the plants from the gardens to give a particular scent Anthony cherished. It wasn't long before Anthony remembered his nightmare from last night: It was about his father, today was the day he died, and Anthony's mind was plagued with the sight of his mother holding his father's corpse. He hoped he woke up on his restful bed with his wife, instead he woke up in his office... with his wife?

Anthony glanced to see what the sudden weight behind him was, anticipating that one of the cushions fell on him, only to find his spouse, snuggling him. He wondered why she was there, but he didn't want to disturb her since she looked surreal. [Name] was dreaming, again, as her nose wrinkled up, gaining a chuckle from Anthony. He arose from his side of the couch, quickly but gently, looking over to his right, where his wife was in a deep slumber. Anthony caressed [Name]'s cheek, giving her forehead a kiss as he did so.

Anthony's recent actions caused [Name] to rouse from her sleep, yawning while her eyes began to get used to the sudden light. [Name]'s eyes lingered on her husband's shirtless figure, “Now, this is a sight I would love to wake up every morning,” Admitted [Name], smirking at Anthony, to which Anthony grinned. “Good morning to you, too, sweetheart,” Greeted Anthony, leaning towards the armrest of the couch.

“What were you doing here?” Questioned Anthony, making [Name] sit up from her spot. “I should be asking you that question, I found you tossing and turning, you almost fell off the couch,” Brought up [Name], looking at her lovely husband with worry. “It's personal, I would rather not talk about it,” Muttered Anthony, looking away from [Name], standing up and walking towards the fireplace, above it held a painting of Edmund Bridgerton, Anthony's father. Anthony felt tears welling up, he may seem cold and distant from the outside but he was vulnerable on the inside.

Anthony remained like that for a few minutes, until he sensed his wife's comforting embrace around his torso as she hugged him from behind. "That's alright with me, darling, I shall always be near when you need me," Proposed [Name], smiling even if no one can see. He has heard of those words before, but since they came from [Name] it felt even more soothing. It was one of these moments that he treasured, an escape from his hectic life.

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[merlieve]

For your bridgerton requests, do you write dark obsessive/possessive stuff? If so, can I get a dark!anthony bridgerton x innocent naive!reader and jealousy? (If not, you can just ignore me 🙈 sorry)

training wheels I :: anthony bridgerton x reader

CHAPTER ONE. WHEELS AREN’T EVEN TOUCHING THE GROUND. Fem! Reader. (She/Her). 2k words.

[ Note: I have too many ideas with this prompt, so I made it a series! NEW LAYOUT UPDATED]

Warning/s: Possessive Anthony, Friendzone-d Anthony

I do not allow my works to be published on another site, so please check in with me, or at least give credit!

Anthony and [Name] have been friends for as long as they can recall, their fathers met at Oxford, where they finished their studies. When Edmund passed away, [Father’s Name] didn’t take it nicely, he fled the country, but that didn’t stop Anthony and [Name] from writing letters to each other, they always kept in touch. Though this season, [Name] didn’t write back to Anthony.

[Name]’s at the ripe age of eighteen, her family thought she was ready to debut, so her family voyaged back to London to find a husband for her. She was a daughter of a duke and duchess, so she had no problem with rank. She was nervous, her mother had been teaching her about the fine arts and learning different languages to entertain her husband, she didn’t like how she was doing all of this, not for herself, but for her future husband. And because of all of this, [Name] didn’t have the time to exchange regards with friends, whether it’d be Anthony or not.

“[Name], wake up! We’re here,” Beamed [Sister’s Name] as she practically yelled at [Name]’s poor ear. “How long was I asleep for?! I certainly didn’t expect we’d be here so early,” Yawned [Name] while getting off of the black carriage. Her sister and she took a moment to take in the London air that had bestowed upon them. The housekeepers and maids stood on the stairs as they greeted their employers.

“I want to thank you, Eliza, for taking care of our house after all these years!” Gasped [Father’s Name], “Do not thank me, Your Grace, for it is simply my job to take care of your fine home,” Smiled Eliza, the head housekeeper.

“I haven’t seen this house in years! The Deja vû I got,” Sighed [Mother’s Name] as she reflected on her memories when she was a young woman in London. “Hurry up, I can’t wait!” Spoke [Sister’s Name] as she opened the door to reveal their old home, the entryway filled with flowers, and the family colours. “It’s marvellous!” Stated [Sister’s Name], as she smelled the flower next to her, resulting in her sneezing in the process. 

“When you were a baby, you always drew on the wall! Let’s hope it doesn’t happen again,” Winked Eliza to [Sister’s Name]. Eliza was like a second mother to them, she helped [Mother’s Name] put them to sleep, eat, and keep them entertained when their parents aren’t home, [Sister’s Name] may not remember it but [Name] did, she kept in touch with Eliza whenever her mother sends a letter out to the housekeepers.

[Name] ran up to her room in excitement, when she walked in she froze up, remembering the times Anthony and her would play with her dolls while their mothers watch them. Oh, God, she forgot to tell Anthony she was back in London nor did she have the time to. But [Name] decided to surprise him at Lady Danbury’s ball.

The Bridgerton household stayed the same. Hyacinth and Gregory playing in the corridors, Francesca and Eloise minding their own business, Anthony writing on his notepad and Benedict illustrating his future masterpiece. Eloise was reading the new issue of Whistledown that came out this forenoon, sharing her comments to Francesca as rolled her eyes at her sister, though a particular paragraph had caught her eye. 

“The [Last Name]’s are in London!” Beamed Francesca, a smile smeared on her face. Her outburst made everyone stop what their doing. “Oh! How wonderful, we should pay them a visit shall we?” Clapped Violet, “We haven’t seen them in so long,” Everyone started making plans, but Anthony didn’t care for a word they said, he missed [Name] truly, though why didn’t she tell him they were coming back to Mayfair? Did she not want him to know? All these questions flooded Anthony’s mind. “Anthony, may you clear tomorrow for us? I shall write a letter to Daphne to tell her the great news!” Smiled Violet, as she looked at everyone with delight.

Anthony didn’t know why he was angry that she didn’t tell him she was going back to London. He was worried for her that’s all… “Err - yes, mama, I shall,” He nodded in his mother’s direction and left to go to his study, which was filled with notepads and stacks of paper waiting to be signed. He walks over to his desk, showing an unfinished letter he was going to give to [Name], as he looked at it longer he felt pathetic, and Anthony hated that. [Full Name] had Anthony Bridgerton wrapped around her finger and she never knew it.

[Name] was innocent and sinless, so Anthony had no reason to think of her at night. His feelings for [Name] grew each time they wrote to each other. Hell, he forgot what she looked like, and that made him eager to see her again. When Colin was off on his travels, he stopped by to see the [Last Name]’s, and that made Anthony wish he came when Colin offered him to visit [Country Name]. Colin described [Name] was more mature than before, well, it was obvious it had been YEARS since they saw each other. He could only picture her as what Colin described, which made him yearn to see her.

In honour of the first ball of the reason, Lady Danbury embellished the ballroom with flowers of all sorts, and her decorating was divine. Even the Queen commented on this floral set-up. The orchestra prepared an exquisite song as people started dancing in the centre. 

After the song ended, the Bridgertons finally arrived at the venue, Eloise holding on to her dear mama’s arm for her life. She looked very uncomfortable wearing the dress, as she started moving around to find a less itchy spot. “Stop fussing with your dress,” Ordered Anthony, his mind plagued seeing [Name] tonight. “You look lovely, dear,” Complimented Violet, while she looked around smiling. “I look like a prize calf trussed up for auction!” Fumed Eloise stubbornly, Benedict thought it was funny to moo at Eloise in the process. 

“Even Daphne thought most apprehensive at her first official ball and look how well her season turned out,” Scolded Violet, making Eloise change her mind a little… It didn't last long until a gentleman started to approach Eloise, Benedict made an excuse about cakes and left with Eloise, making the gentleman feel disappointed.

It was only Violet and Anthony left. “It truly is a sparse crop,” Complained Anthony, as he looked around the room. “Well, I’m sure there is someone here who would charm you, maybe a specific [Last Name]” Smirked Violet. Anthony looked at her with shocking eyes.

“After all this is the season the Viscount intends to find a wife!” Giggled Violet, emphasizing the wife part, making mamas and debutants look in their direction. “You honestly just did that?!” Whisper shouted Anthony, as he looked at his mother in disbelief. “I believe I did,” Teased Violet as mamas find their way to approach him with their daughters, practically begging for him to dance with them.

“-The Viscount intends to find a wife!” A voice all too acquainted echoed along with the gallery. “My, my, could it be?” Gasped [Mother’s Name], looking at where the noise came from. Aside from the hoard of suitor hungry mamas, she found the right person she was looking for. 

“Well, if it isn’t Violet Bridgerton!” Smiled [Mother’s Name] as she dragged the rest of the family behind her. “Lady [Last Name],what a surprise! I’ve heard about your arrival yesterday, I trust you have settled in?” Chattered Violet, delighted seeing the [Last Name]’s after years. “Why, yes, we have,” - “What brings you back to London? Getting little [Name] out to society I hope?” Inquired Violet, looking at [Name] as she smiled at the young girl. 

“My, how you have grown! The last time I saw you, you were as short as a cotton ball, and [Sister’s Name] you were just a baby when I first saw you!” Sighed Violet, remembering the good memories. “You must be eager to see Anthony again, are you? You two were like two peas in a pod! However, he is quite busy,” The [Last Name]’s followed Violet’s gaze on Anthony, looking too overwhelmed with the various ladies beseeching him to dance with them, their mamas following with ‘You must get to know her, she is a great dancer!’. 

Accepting his fate, almost every woman’s dance card is filled with his name on it. Anthony looked around, trying to find a familiar face when he saw someone he knew all too well. He practically rushed, he waited his whole life for this moment. Anthony didn’t care if he hit a person or two, he just had to see her again, he couldn’t stop thinking about her, dreaming about her, and reminiscing about her. There it was… the spark, he knew he had met her. 

“[Name]...” Whispered Anthony, his heart was beating fast and his palms were getting sweaty, he waited for this moment to come, hell, he even IMAGINED it, [Name] would be lying if she didn’t say she did the same. “A-Anthony?!” Exclaimed [Name], her eyes couldn’t believe her, they both wish they could hug each other without society turning it into a scandal. Anthony looked mature… and deadly attractive, but we don’t talk about that. Anthony swore this was the first genuine smile he made, words couldn’t explain how happy he was. He felt comfortable around her, and she felt the same. Their eyes were filled with tears they refused to let go, 

Anthony had to contain himself from embracing her, [Name] almost fainted, she felt her glass slipping away from her fingers, she didn’t have the time to process what was happening. The sound of glass shattering made people look their way, [Name] felt embarrassed. “O-Oh… I didn’t mean to,” - “No worries, I’ll get it,” Anthony interrupted, he grabbed the shards of glass with the protection of his gloves. He gave the rest to a nearby butler. “Thank you, Anthony,” Smiled [Name], still feeling small after her incident. “You’re very welcome, [Name]. It is good - GREAT to see you again,” Laughed Anthony, making [Name] laugh with him. “Can’t you believe it’s been years since we saw each other?! You look so… Viscount-y?” 

“Ah, yes, Viscount-y… my favourite word! I make people use it instead of Viscount since it’s too bland and Viscount-y feels very lively,” Anthony jokes, [Name] was glad he never changed over these years. “Should I call you Viscount now?” Asked [Name], she didn’t want to be disrespectful to Anthony’s name, she was used to calling him Anthony all these years. “No need, you are my dearest friend, you deserve calling me by my first name after all the burden that is me that YOU put up with,” Exclaimed Anthony, taking a sip from the champagne the waiter served.

“Enough about my title, how have you been?” Inquired Anthony, focusing on [Name]. “Life has been great, my mama’s pretty excited with me coming out into society,” Smiled [Name], Anthony felt a ping, ‘so she’s a debutante?’ Anthony thought this was his chance.. but the thought of other people considering her as an eligible bachelorette bothered him, he didn’t know why. 

“Are you alright, Anthony? You look lost in thought,” Commented [Name], looking at Anthony with worried eyes, Oh, don’t get him started with her eyes, her eyes were pure, innocent, angelic like. “S-sorry, I remembered I have to dance with a few ladies…” Anthony excused, his excuse was true, he forgot everything after he saw [Name], he wanted nothing but to be with her, he wanted to protect her, and he wanted her to trust him enough to let him in. “Oh… alright! Have a great night, Anthony,” She sounded disappointed, she WAS disappointed, but she shoved it down, knowing they had to part in some time of the night. Anthony hesitantly walked away, looking back at [Name], he didn’t want to leave her, her presence made him comfortable, her scent was lustrous, and she was absolutely delicate. 

Anthony went to one of the women he signed up to dance with, and before the music started, he saw [Name]… dancing with another man. He didn’t know why he was jealous, or why he cared, but nonetheless, the thought of her marrying another man made him sick to his stomach. He thought he was the perfect fit for [Name], they fit together like a glove, not the mention they have been friends when they were both as small as a biscuit. 

Anthony wanted her, she only thought of him as a brother. He knew that she told him before that he was her older brother she never had, and he wanted to change that.

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[merlieve]

can i request an anthony bridgerton x reader fic where he thought he absolutely despises her without any clear reasons but it was actually him denying his feelings for the reader? anthony become super clingy to the reader and he always misses her at night 🥺

pay your way in pain :: anthony bridgerton x reader

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 | 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐬: 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭!

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[ Note: I ♥️ THIS ASK! I wanted to change the title to Starboy (like The Weeknd song) because the lyrics were heavily inspired by it, so I recommend listening to it while reading, but I liked this title more ]

It was clear to anyone walking by that the Viscount fancied [Name] [Last Name]… well, everyone but Miss [Last Name]. Anthony was terrified when he started taking an interest in the woman, especially when his family needed him the most. And because of this, Anthony began to dislike [Name]! Not only distracting him but making him feel selfish.

[Name] was nothing but good-natured to Anthony, she didn’t know what nerve she struck to make him ignore her, and spread all these nasty rumours about her at the club (mostly to let suitors know your his and only his), not only destroying their bond but also destroying her reputation. Her mother wasn’t too pleased with this and started a feud between the Bridgertons and the [family name]’s. Anthony felt terrible, yes, but this toxic mindset of his was thinking of the wrong things.

It was a busy night for Anthony, with piles of paperwork plastered on his desk, but Anthony’s mind was clouded with other things… [Name]. He tried focusing on his work, but he only thought of her. Anthony was overwhelmed with this feeling that he couldn’t control, he should be furious at [Name], but why? Other than disrupting his time, why did he hate her? Why did he hate the woman he loved? Violet would be mad at her son’s stupidity if she knew about this. But it was too late to make things right, or he thought it was.

Like Anthony, [Name] questioned why he loathed her, after everything she’s done for him and she didn’t like his sudden coldness toward her. She’d tried to regain his interest every day, only to be met by his hand. Because of this [Name] started to contemplate their love-hate connection. Back then, Anthony and [Name] were inseparable, but now Anthony avoids her to the point he can’t even glimpse at her like she was Medusa! She figured Anthony was being childish, she didn't deserve his treatment and he didn’t deserve hers either.

This occurred more constantly than Anthony would assume, he just hadn't connected the dots, yet. Anthony 'hated' [Name], so why does he wish the woman he wakes up to every morning, was her? What would life be like if he wasn't a coward, suppressing his own feelings from himself? Why was he not doing anything about it? All these questions had been pushed to the back of his brain, he was too preoccupied with handling the family's finance, and connections.

What he didn't know was why there was this longing to be with [Name] when she enters the room. It was embarrassing to acknowledge, but Anthony kept the napkin she gave him when they were still friends. He sniffs it every night whenever he misses her, the faint scent of her fragrance comforting him, a way for him to sleep.

Anthony opened one of the cabinets in his desk drawer, revealing a purple-ish napkin, the one that never fails to cure his insomnia. He let his fingers linger over the item in his hands, craving for [Name]'s touch. The thought of the woman of his dreams made his chest feel warm, remembering their strained relationship and the mess he got them in. Anthony felt horrible, thinking of ways to rekindle their lost connection, he thought of ways to make it up to her, yes, but he never ended up doing it, another one of his wasted chances.

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[merlieve]

Yesss I have a Bridgerton request for you! <3 Can you please do an imagine Benedictxwife!Reader where Ben is being a perfect dad to his diamonds of children and the reader is utterly in love with him? Thanks so much in advance! Xx

fearless :: benedict bridgerton x reader

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐝, 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 & 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧.

𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 | 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐬: 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 (𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞)

𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭!

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[ Note: had to do this with my baby fever that’s going on right now :sob: ]

It was in the middle of the night when [Name] woke up, she was confused onto why she had awakened randomly. [Name] looked to the right of the bed and to her dismay, her husband, Benedict, wasn't there. And that wasn't the only confusing act, her sleep wasn't interrupted by their children's wails.

Due to her motherly instinct, she immediately ran toward the nursery, not expecting Benedict to be coddling one of their children, but there he was reading a fairytale to one of your children, as one was already tucked in, sleeping soundly.

"- And when the prince realized Cinderella was the mysterious woman he met at the ball, they both rode on his horse, and lived happily ever after," Whispered Benedict to your daughter, who was on the verge of dozing.

"Thank you, papa..." Yawned [Daughter's Name], while she curled up into a snowball position to make herself feel relaxed. "You're welcome, sweetheart," Muttered Benedict, as he placed a soft peck on his daughter's forehead.

"She has your eyes, you know..." Murmured [Name], slowly walking towards her husband to avoid awakening the children. "Aw, you weren't supposed to wake up," Grumbled Benedict, moving his head to the left to face [Name]. "Well, your plan worked terribly, I woke up since sleeping for even a few hours was questionable enough," Laughed [Name], "Still, I appreciate the gesture,"

"You're welcome," Grinned Benedict, looking at [Name] with his doe-eyes that could make anyone swoon. "Don't do that," Whined [Name], covering her eyes with her hands. "Do what?" - "Those eyes!" Whisper-shouted [Name], as Benedict, let out an airy laugh. "What's the matter with my eyes?" Inquired Benedict, knowing precisely what she meant.

"Call me Prince Charming, 'cause I want you to hop on my horse and ride with me to the sunset," Fooled [Name], earning a dissatisfied look from Benedict. "That was hard to hear," - "Like you could do better!" Retorted [Name], tucking her arms together.

"As a matter of fact, I could do better," Stated Benedict, walking closer to his wife. "Bring it on," Challenged [Name]. "It might be better if I show you," Suggested Benedict, grabbing his wife's hand and pulling her out of the nursery, earning a quiet yelp from her. The rest of the night was filled with laughter and romance.

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[merlieve]

teenage dirtbag :: eddie munson x reader

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝-𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟒 & 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐬: 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐮𝐭 & 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬)

𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭!

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[ Note: no one asked for this, but here it is & i know i have tons of requests for bridgerton but i decided to make this one on the side because i couldn’t help myself & if you don’t like that, sue me 😭 ]

No one expected Eddie Munson to be in a relationship with you, but it made perfect sense. Eddie was a grumpy person & he needed someone to calm him down.

You & Eddie would stay in bed all day, listening to Poison, Quiet Riot & Bon Jovi. You, on the other hand, were into Wham! & Nik Kershaw, to which he made fun of. Regardless if you’re in a relationship with him, he would tease you for liking normal music, as he puts it.

He would be the type of person who would insist he only listens to underground music, but then spits out names like Metallica & KISS.

You would always be there during his DND campaigns & you probably wrote them. Even though you didn’t like the violence the game displays, somehow you enjoyed every minute of playing it. Eddie has this effect on you wherein he would find things you don’t like enjoyable, in fact, he didn’t even make you play, you decided to join the game halfway, getting invested in Eddie’s storytelling.

Eddie would invite you to Corroded Coffin’s band practices & their gigs. It was always a mood booster for him whenever he would see you in the crowd, cheering for him & his band. When they would write songs, you were his inspiration. His bandmates started teasing him for making it obvious, but he could careless.

When you started your relationship with Eddie, he wanted to keep things down low, making sure you won’t get picked on by people who despised Eddie. But when you said you wanted your relationship to be public, he was ecstatic.

Eddie’s very big on PDA, he loves flaunting that he has you as his significant other. He would make out with you in the janitor’s closet, in the band practice room (which was basically a garage), even the Hellfire Club room. Once, Dustin & Mike came in early & saw you & Eddie making out, and ever since then, they haven’t gotten in early. That alone made you want to crawl in a hole & evaporate.

When Eddie told you about his & Chrissy Cunningham’s interaction, you couldn’t help but feel insecure. This was Chrissy Cunningham for sake, she knew Eddie before you. You didn’t tell Eddie about this since you didn’t want to start an argument about it.

Whenever Eddie would do his big speeches at the cafeteria, you would always apologize to people who he insulted, you’re half the reason why he hasn’t been beaten up, yet.

You & Eddie were opposites, but you both love each other. Eddie would always check up on you, he would take care of you, & he does admit that he is overprotective, but as someone so pure as you, it felt like he had to protect you from the darkness of the world.

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[merlieve]

Hello my dear!

Could i put in a request for a Jerry Baynard x non binary reader (biological female body) who’s plus sized? and like, really insecure and Jerrys just like, making them feel amazing, soon leading him to ask them out. maybe him kissing their stomach (bc their insecure there) then hands then their lips finishing with ’i love you, my love’ BUT IN FRENCH OML IM DYING

If not its ok :)

froot :: jerry baynard x reader

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬-𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲/𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 & 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 | 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐬: 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, & 𝐀 𝐁𝐢𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞)

𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭!

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[ Note: UHM, OF COURSE, I’M DOING THIS ASK, I literally swooned this was so creative, bff, AND please tell me ASAP if I had used she/her pronouns referring to the reader, I got used to writing that, and I hope it changes soon to avoid any mishaps, but I proofread it, and so far I don’t see any, but it is also 1 in the morning, so I can’t be so sure 😭 The title is inspired by MARINA’s song called Froot as I was listening to it while reading this. Anyway, I hope you liked this! ]

[Name] was criticized because of their form not reaching the beauty standards, and ever since [Name] found out that they were non-binary, it made them feel more insecure. What happens when someone from the town finds out and tells everyone? Would their parents kick them out? It was a roller coaster, and they had to be careful.

There is someone [Name] could trust, and it was Jerry. Jerry had been supportive of [Name] and expressed his love and care for them wholeheartedly, it was one of the things they loved about Jerry. He made them feel comfortable around him.

And, that's why they were able to tell Jerry what they felt when they went to his workplace. Jerry found [Name] crying when he climbed on top of the barn, seeing them curled up. “Hello?” Asked Jerry, slowly walking towards [Name]. “Oh, Jerry! Thank God, you're here...” Muttered [Name] whipping off their tears.

“What's the matter?” Questioned Jerry, sitting down next to [Name], looking at them with worried eyes. “I'm sorry, life's been difficult these past few days, I got a lot of stares from people while walking here, and I want to be with you, right now,” Whispered [Name], as they look at Jerry.

Jerry couldn’t imagine what [Name] was feeling, but he felt bad for them, giving them his full support. “Come here,” Nudged Jerry, pulling [Name] in for a hug. They stayed there for a few seconds, arms around each other.

“In times like those, I'd feel like there's no one out there for me,” Mumbled [Name], causing Jerry to look at them with a puzzled look. “What do you mean?” Asked Jerry, giving them his full attention.

“You know, how Anne goes on about love and romance, and I feel like that's not for me. If I'm going to be getting unfamiliar looks from strangers, I might as well not try and find a suitor!” Explained [Name], sighing after. “I feel like no one really loves me,”

“W-Well, I do,” Whispered Jerry, his body tensing up to what [Name] might say, looking away from them. “What?” Inquired [Name], moving away from him to get a better look. “I like you,” Repeated Jerry, feeling confident this time, “I really like you,”

This sudden confession overwhelmed [Name] with happiness and bliss. “I really like you, too, Jerry!” Replied [Name], giving Jerry a charming smile. After a moment of silence, Jerry looked at [Name], only to find them looking at him back.

“What are we now?” Asked [Name], moving their body towards Jerry to get a better look at him. “It depends, if you would like me to court you,” [Name] swore they almost swooned, they never thought about courting, since they thought no one would ever think about courting them, this was a first for them. “Jerry, I would be the happiest person in the world to court you,” Smiled [Name], holding Jerry’s hand.

Jerry couldn’t believe his ears. He hesitated his feelings for [Name], until recently, and he was glad. When he was with Diana he never felt at his place with her, but now he was with [Name], and they made them feel comfortable with a glance.

After their moment, Jerry looked around the barn to see if anyone was near them, “Would you like me to kiss you?” Whispered Jerry, making [Name] blush. Flabbergasted by the sudden question, [Name] still nodded, giving Jerry a smile.

To their surprise, Jerry unexpectedly kissed their belly, making [Name] jump at the sudden contact. The gesture made [Name] feel warmth across their heart, causing them to grim from ear to ear. He didn’t stop there, Jerry kissed [Name]’s hand, a normal peck but made [Name] feel overwhelmed. “Jerry-“ Began [Name], only to be cut off by Jerry’s chapped lip onto theirs.

Jerry pulled away, looking at [Name] with love evident in his eyes, “J’aime, mon amour,” Muttered Jerry, causing [Name] to giggle with delight, Jerry then decided that their laugh was the sweetest thing he had heard. “I love you, too, Jerry,” Smiled [Name].

Embarrassed that his once dirty cheeks were highlighted by pink, as blush ran up to his face, Jerry looked away. It was clear that his confidence faded after a while. [Name] could only laugh at his antics.

They wished this moment could last forever, but unfortunately, Jerry still had to work. After he had said his bye’s to [Name], his lover, [Name] spent the day thinking about their future with Jerry, and we could say the same with Jerry, too.

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[merlieve]

Oh I'm READY

My request if for our beloved benedict bridgerton

I had to search my brain for something because i really want ben fics but i have 0 creativity

(They're already married in this, since i feel like there's more freedom to write a relationship that way when it comes to the 1800's lol)

Reader's dad had some problems with alcohol so that's something that really scares her and one day reader sees ben drunk, like really really drunk, and she's scared of him (He doesn't do anything to her, he's just louder than normal, but the whole thing is just a trigger to her) and when it's the other day and he's sober again he doesn't understand why she's kind of avoiding him and flinching at his touch

Fluff ending as i love angst with fluff in the end <3

ultraviolence :: benedict bridgerton x reader

Fem! Reader

(She/Her)

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[ Note: the title has nothing to do with benedict, i just thought of ultraviolence by lana del rey while reading that request! And I agree with the marriage thing, LOL. I hope you enjoy this story <3 I tried my best! ]

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Fluff & Angst | Warning/s: Past trauma, mentions of alcohol, toxic father-daughter relationship & yelling.

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(Y/n) fully believes that if you’re married to someone, you shall tell them everything, but in this case, she didn’t want to. It was something she always kept at the back of her brain, along with the rest of the memories of her father. Her father was an alcoholic, even if (Y/n) loathed to admit it, he was. He would go gambling with his friends from work and start drinking in the process. 

He wasn’t a friendly drunk, the total opposite, he would yell at her mama for the tiniest things, and occasionally, even (Y/n) herself. It scarred her for the rest of her life, it’s what made her susceptible to shouting. What she didn’t expect was her spouse to come home intoxicated himself.

“(Y/n), I am h-home!” Slurred Benedict, he had just arrived home from Lady Danbury’s ball, (Y/n) came home earlier than Benedict, she insisted on him to stay since he was reconciling with old companions. Hearing upon Benedict’s arrival, (Y/n) rushed downstairs to his aid, only to find Benedict stumbling as he stepped, using the wall to keep him from falling flat on the floor. “Oh, my - what happened?” Whispered (Y/n), looking at Benedict with worried eyes, walking to aid him instantly. 

While she was waiting for his response, Benedict was struggling to form words, laughing at himself in the process. “When you left for the ball, you’ll never guess who came – you’ll never guess who came…” It seemed Benedict did not know he repeated the same thing, that’s what made (Y/n) giggle a bit. 

“LORD GRANVILLE and Lord WETHERBY! When was the last time we visited them? Well, whenever that occurred… we OWE THEM a visit,” Laughed Benedict, he seemed to not notice the volume of his voice got higher than expected. “Ben, may you lower your voice a little? We shall not alarm the housekeepers…” But (Y/n)’s feeble attempt to get Benedict to lower his voice backfired, as it only made him louder. “I cannot HEAR you! My head is ACHING!” Stammered Benedict, as he closed his eyes in hopes it would ease the pain. 

(Y/n) cannot focus on Benedict, he never came home drunk like this. It only reminded her of her father, he would always shout at (Y/n) for ruining his life, and that he had many choices but he was obligated to stay with her mother because of her, and he would wake up and pretend he had never said such hateful things to his daughter. The thought brought tears into her eyes, but she decided not to worry Benedict enough.

Benedict resumed to chatter, the neighbours presumably have heard his laughter as the housekeepers woke up and assisted you to carry him to your shared bedroom. “You must not worry about me, I’ll be sleeping in the guest bedroom tonight,” (Y/n) sent a fake smile on their way, as they scattered to prepare the bedroom for their lady. “W-what? There’s no need!” Gasped Benedict as he tried getting up, only to be greeted by a familiar pounding in his head, as he winced. “Goodnight, Benedict,” Told (Y/n), as she closed the door before Benedict could utter a word.

It was the morning after the incident, (Y/n) didn’t know she cried herself to sleep, reminiscing memories of her father. The events of last night stormed their way into her mind as she sighed, she can not face her husband again, she shan’t, the urge of breaking down was an option in that scenario. She got ready for the day ahead of her while making sure she avoided him. When Benedict woke up the first thing he noticed was the lack of his lovely wife’s presence beside him… also the slight pounding on his head, but his wife was his priority.

“Ah! I see you have awakened, Sir,” Benedict’s butler greeted him. “Daniel, where is (Y/n)? It is five in the morning,” Groaned Benedict, as he tried to sit up but his vision started getting blurry. “She’s eating her meal, my Lord” Benedict stayed in bed for three minutes to ease the pain, his mind trying to recall the memories of last night, but only remembering his wife leaving the ball early and chatting with old friends. “Do you remember what time I came home last night, Daniel?” Asked Benedict. “You came home at precisely - 1:25 AM, my Lord,”

Oh, god, (Y/n) was presumably mad at him for staying up after midnight, she always waits for Benedict to wake up, not to mention, how cold the other side of the bed is. Benedict got prepared for luncheon, and pranced to the dining hall, in hopes of seeing his charming wife. When he got inside, (Y/n) was already done with her meal, he greeted her, but once he walked towards her, she flinched, ‘W-what did she flinch?’ Benedict thought, but before he could talk to his wife, she left, swearing he heard her sniffle.

The whole afternoon, (Y/n) ignored Benedict’s endeavour in making her notice him, it was pathetic from an outsider’s outlook. She knew she can’t disregard her husband forever, but she needed her space, she didn’t want to open up to Benedict either, in her eyes, talking about it will make the situation worse, or would it not? (Y/n) slowly walked towards their shared bedroom, she hesitated to open the door – after five minutes of standing there, she decided it was time, the door opening caught her off guard, she looked up at the figure who opened the door, and there her husband was.

“Hello-” Stated Benedict, clearing his throat in the process. “Hi, Benedict… err - so you may have noticed I’ve been avoiding you…” Exclaimed (Y/n), though she was quickly cut off by Benedict. “So, she speaks,” He joked. “Look, Benedict, I haven’t told you things, personal things. I don’t know how to start this…” It was pathetic, she already had tears in her eyes. “It’s alright, my love, take your time,” Smiled Benedict, as he placed his hands on her shoulders, slowly massaging them to help her explain. 

“You came home late last night, drunk, and it bothered me because I haven’t told you about something I’m ashamed off – my father would come home, drunken, and I’ll save you time by saying, he wasn’t a nice drunk. He would yell at my mother and me for the tiniest things. F-for example, I told him I had no intentions of marrying one of his acquaintances, and he hit me, it wasn’t like it was the first time but… that made me aware of who he was. And when you came home drunk last night and started yelling, I kind of got reminded of him,” (Y/n) felt ashamed for telling him this way, but she missed her husband, and her husband missed her too.

“Oh, why didn’t you tell me beforehand? Darling, I love you, I wouldn’t do such foul improper things to you. What could I do to help you feel better?” Asked Benedict, he felt bad he reminded her of such a person, primarily her father. Benedict truly adored his wife, he was his inspiration, his muse, and the love of his life. “You could make it up to me by spending the evening with me,” Grinned (Y/n), as she looked at Benedict with only love in her eyes, and he seemed to share the same.

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[merlieve]

white dress :: benedict bridgerton x reader

Fem! Reader

(She/Her)

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Request: Benedict x fem!reader in which reader is someone's else wife but her husband cheats on her and is violent, so she meet Benedict in some private party and they fall in love and become lovers @khaleesjj

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Note: This might be my longest fic yet! Hope you enjoy <3

Warning/s: Abuse, cursing, mentions of sex & mentions of cheating.

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Despair, sorrow, and guilt are what (Y/n) is feeling at the moment. Not to mention, embarrassed she had to find out this way. She knew she couldn't go back outside and act as if nothing happened, the ton knowing everything made her stomach churn. In the palm of her hand lies the latest issue of Lady Whistledown, and the first paragraph bothered her.

My dearest readers, what a scandalous moment I have in store for you. A little bird told me Lord (L/n) was witnessed with another woman, unchaperoned, and snogging under the pale moonlight. Oh, one could only imagine the course of sentiments Lady (L/n) is feeling. No lady, nor gentleman, should be treated like dirt. My deepest concerns to Lady (L/n).

She didn't bother reading the rest, as tears filled her vision. Her husband was 14 years older than her, but that didn't concern her at all. Though they were in an arranged marriage, (Y/n) decided to try and get along with her husband. It all occurred so fast, that she hasn't even comprehended the information. (Y/n) knew her husband didn't come home last night, it happened all the time, she thought he went out for drinks, she couldn't fib, the man was working hard enough, it was the least she could let him do. But she never considered he would be seeing another woman in the process.

The sound of the front entry opening and closing caused her to wake up to reality. She wasn't ready to confront her husband yet, no, she was terrified. He was never a kind husband to (Y/n), though she had to stay to keep the family's name living up to expectations, due to his actions, the family reputation was the least of her worries. 

"Where have you been?" Fumed Lady (L/n), as she glared at her husband. "I was out with Lord Berbrooke, why are you asking, my love?" He appeared to keep up the act, but (Y/n) wasn't a fool. "Don't my love me, you dupe! You're seeing somebody else, it's on the front page. Aren't you ashamed? You've destroyed our family name!" She ceased rambling as a wine glass was flung above her.

"NO, YOU LISTEN TO ME! I have been working my arse off while you slouch. We don't even have sex anymore! I'm not to blame if I want somebody else!" (Y/n) scoffed at this. "Just because I don't make love to you is your reasonable explanation of why you're seeing a gold digger?! You're such a fool if you think I shall remain with you and become your toy!" Lord (L/n) had enough and smacked his wife on her cheek. 

"Don't you dare talk to me like that, again! Now, get out of my sight," Hollered Lord (L/n), practically spitting on her face on how close his face was to hers. From the amount of force he had forced on her arm, it was likely for it to cause a bruise, but that was the most smallish of her worries. She scrambled out of the drawing-room, glancing at the maids who have been eavesdropping on their argument. “I am sorry on behalf of my husband, you may continue your work now,” Sniffled (Y/n), as she rushed towards her room. They had separate rooms, to him, she was only his ticket for ladies to fall for him, and to her, he was a way of getting their family out of debt. They can’t separate, no, they’d be forfeiting everything.

After that day, Lady (Y/n) has been avoiding the ton, she knew mamas would be glimpsing at her while whispering scandalous gossip to one another, like dominos. Not like she had the ability to, her husband kept her inside, like an animal confined. But one night, Lady (Y/n) decided to sneak out, she missed the fresh air and the stars that have embellished the sky. She grabbed her coat as she looked back at her room, hoping no one, especially her husband, would catch her in the act.

The maids were in the basement, so hiding from them was easier than anticipated. Once she finally escaped the cell she called home, she felt like she was free. Suppressing the urge to laugh, she knew she had to venture someplace to keep her company, though, she knew not a lot of people were awake at this time, but she knew one person who would throw a gathering at this time. 

It wasn’t a long walk from Lord Granville’s studio to the (L/n) house. So, it wasn’t a sweat to get there in less than 10 minutes. When she went inside, she was greeted with a sight in front of her, she couldn’t even acknowledge what was transpiring in front of her, flirty Femme Fatales, and horny fellows were snogging everywhere, you’d be bewildered if you saw at least one sensible person who shall talk to one another. “Ah! Lady (L/n), what a surprise,” Grinned Henry Granville, who had champagne in his hand and his lover, Lord Wetherby, attached to his side while he greeted (Y/n). “It’s been a while since you came here! I heard the news with your husband, I’m very sorry,” 

“Oh, don’t show me pity, when you haven’t done anything at all, I’m here to visit your studio and paint, if I did anything else I shall not only be hypocritical but also insincere,” Exclaimed (Y/n), as Lord Wetherby looked at her with a bizarre look on his face. “Well, you’re a special one, shall I lead you to the studio?” Asked Henry to which (Y/n) nodded. She found painting therapeutic, it was her only way of cooling down, it was like she was trapped in a charcoal filled world, and she treasured every bit of it. Once she arrived at the area, she was welcomed with silence, something she hasn’t experienced in a while due to her husband and her unhealthy relationship.

Though, it seemed like there was only one individual who caught her inquisitiveness. He had dirty brown hair and brown eyes that focused on his painting. (Y/n) didn’t know what drew her to him, was it his looks? His charisma? Who was he? Well, whatever it is, it left her wanting to learn more about this gentleman. She took a seat next to his canvas and started drawing out her artwork, but she couldn’t focus, she can’t, not with him sitting next to her. “Hello, sir, I am Lady (Y/n) (L/n), I’ve never seen you here before,” Spoke (Y/n), she had no idea why she was feeling tense, he was another painter, yet, he wasn’t an ordinary one. “Well, hello Lady (L/n), I am Benedict Bridgerton, pleased to make your acquaintance,” Smiled Benedict. Oh, that’s why. He was a Bridgerton, no wonder why she felt drawn to him. “Well, Benedict, I have a reason to believe we would become best of companions,” Beamed (Y/n), as Benedict grinned at her. 

After that night, (Y/n) found herself visiting Lord Granville’s studio more often. It was their rendezvous, and they loved the thrill of it. They sent each other letters when one cannot attend. He always started his letters with Darling Lady (L/n), and it made her swoon, she told her maid, Mary Anne, about them and she found her stomach fluttering too. To keep their friendship a secret from her husband, Mary Anne always made sure she was up early to retrieve the letters and separate them. Of course, her cheery behaviour bothered Lord (L/n), nothing happened while he was gone, right? He asked his maids for any suspicious behaviour, but no one uttered a word.

(Y/n) sat next to Benedict outside of the Bridgerton household, they sat on the swings in their backyard. “I’m not sure if I shall mention this, but you seem to have a bruise on your arm, what happened if you don’t mind me asking?” Shit, you forgot to cover your bruise. “Oh, erm – when I found out my husband was seeing someone, I confronted him about it, and…well, he got a bit angry,” Exclaimed (Y/n) shyly. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” Benedict regretted asking that question. “It’s alright, you were concerned, I admire that,” Smiled (Y/n), as she glanced at Benedict, who was looking at her back. 

“I have something to tell you, Lady (L/n),” Stated Benedict, looking deeply at (Y/n), with nothing but love in his eyes, not that (Y/n) needed to know that. “What is it, Lord Bridgerton?” Asked (Y/n), with a perplexed look on her face. “When I look at you, I see a world, with you and I, different from all of this commotion we are experiencing. You look pure, angelic and if I ever say I didn’t admire you, hang me, for that is an impostor. I have feelings I haven’t felt with anyone else before, you are the light of my life, Lady (L/n), I love you,” Benedict felt like a weight has lifted off his chest. Then he realised, he confessed his love for you. What if you say no? What if you stop being acquaintances? What if you never wanted to see him again?

His thoughts were interrupted once he felt (Y/n)’s lips against his. Oh, they left so softly, like what he imagined them to feel. (Y/n) on the other hand, felt like she was in Heaven, maybe she was and this is her imagination. As they pulled away, they both grinned at each other. “What about your husband, Lady (Y/n)?” - “Oh, to hell with him! And, call me (Y/n),” She winked at Benedict, while she got up and headed home, the feeling of his lips was still lingering, for once… she felt happiness. It wasn’t going to last long, no, her husband was on her bed, waiting for her arrival.

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[merlieve]

Secret Relationship | Harry Potter X Reader

Blood Status: Half-blood

House: Gryffindor

(She/Her, 6th Year)

Warning/s: Swearing.

Read it on my Wattpad here! @merlinsbexrd

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"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬?!𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸?"

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Harry and Y/n have been dating for 3 years during their time in Hogwarts, but they didn't tell anyone about it, yet. They thought it didn't matter, even if Harry wanted some PDA, Y/n would always decline. She was anxious that people would bully her and tease her, but Harry always assured her that she would be fine.

It was the day they tell their closest friends, Hermione and Ron, that they're courting each other. Harry was excited, while Y/n was a nervous train wreck. She couldn't stop thinking of all the bad things that can happen.

Ron could babble everything to his friends and his friends could tell their friends and the whole school would know. Hermione could- uh, do what she does. But she couldn't think that of her friends, right?

Harry and Y/n entered the common room, holding hands, luckily, only Hermione and Ron were there.

"Hey!" Yelled Ron, as he held a box filled with candy. Hermione looked up from her book to where Ron was staring at and gave them both a smile. "What's new?"

"Nothing much," Harry replied, swaying Y/n and his entwined hands. "Just stopping by,"

"Good to know," Smirked Hermione, as she continued minding her own business.

"Do you guys seriously not see this?" Beamed Harry while he waved both of your entwined hands.

"We see it, so?" Replied Ron.

"Harry, they're not mind readers," Y/n rolled her eyes at Harry. "We're dating,"

"We know" Hermione and Ron said at the same time.

"The fuck? How did you guys know?!" Harry stated.

"It's obvious, everyone in the school knows," Hermione explained.

"Well, it's also obvious that you guys are dating, too, so don't judge," Replied.

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[merlieve]

don't you forget about me :: abed nadir x reader

Fem! Reader

(She/Her)

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"𝘖𝘩, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨?"

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Warning/s: None.

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It was almost noon, the atmosphere felt ever so therapeutic. Y/n felt like she was going to explode from the number of butterflies that fluttered in her stomach. She could've been doing her Spanish homework, or even hanging out with Jeff and Britta, but there she was, watching a movie with Abed, one of her closest friends.

Y/n can't admit it, but the heart wants what the heart wants, and it wants the film fanatic sitting next to her watching The Breakfast Club. Abed was shocked to find out Y/n hasn't watched the movie, Y/n told Abed she doesn't do movies, thinking that would change his perspective, but there they were sitting on his couch, while the television shows the final moments of the movie.

Though Y/n isn't watching the rest of the movie, she sat there, thinking about the man beside her. Saying he was adorable was an understatement, he was an angel sent from heaven above. His skin was soft, and Y/n would be lying if she didn't say his lips were a gift from God above. She asked herself, 'what did she do in her past life to deserve such an admirable human being sitting right next to her?'. Y/n was too zoned out to hear Abed faintly calling her name.

"Y/n? Hello?" Whispered Abed, making Y/n gulp as she got knocked back to reality. "Oh, sorry to scare you, but I've noticed you weren't watching the movie anymore, is something wrong?" Y/n looked away from embarrassment, she noticed that the movie was still playing. "I'm sorry, I got sidetracked," Shyly said Y/n, as she felt like a piano was going to fall on her any minute. "Was it something on my face?" Abed asked, quickly grabbing a napkin on the table and started rubbing it around his face. "Did I get it out?"

A sudden wave of confidence rushed through Y/n's body, "Uh, Abed, I have something to tell you," - "Yeah, sure, what is it?" Asked Abed, turning his head to the side with a perplexed look on his face. The sudden wave of confidence turns into panic. as Y/n processed what she said, she started feeling adrenaline coarse through her veins.

"I like you, Abed. And that means, I really, really like you, I understand if you don't feel the same way, as long as we stay as friends, it's cool with me. Even if it may turn out a little awkward-" Y/n was frozen on her spot, as she finally felt Abed's lips on hers, and it turns out her theory was right, they were soft. She was shocked to find out he was a good kisser, nonetheless, Y/n felt like she was high. She was disappointed when Abed pulled away.

"I'm sorry if I have startled you, Y/n. In movies, when the other person confesses to someone, and that said someone likes them back, they kiss," Y/n could see a faint rosiness on Abed's cheeks as he looks away, him being the one embarrassed now. "So, was that your way of telling me you like me back, or were you obligated to do so?" Asked Y/n, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

"I like you back, Y/n. And that means, I really, really like you," Mocked Abed, a soft grin appeared on Y/n face as he said this. "You know what, you do have something in your face," 

"What? Where is it now?" Questioned Abed, he looked around to find his napkin, but he was interrupted by Y/n kissing him. After a solid 5 minutes, they pulled away for catching their breath, "I'm pretty sure it's not on my face now," They both smiled at each other, eyes filled with love, completely forgetting about the movie playing in front of them.

Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't you forget about me...

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[merlieve]

Can you do a Eloise x fem reader fic where it’s just fluff of them waking up to each other in the morning? Xx

thirtheen beaches :: eloise bridgerton x reader

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝.

𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 | 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐬: 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚.

𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭!

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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[ Note: this is possibly one of my favorite requests! eloise was the first bridgerton that caught my eye, and there aren’t a lot of fics about her :(, sorry if this was too short! ]

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It was still five-thirty pm, the sun slowly rising from its rest. Eloise had woken up from her slumber, her dream consisted of various events she cannot fathom, while she was thinking about her dream, the figure beside her slowly started to open her eyes.

“Good morning, Eloise,” Grinned (Y/n), as she looked up at Eloise with a smile on her face, “Eloise?” Groaned (Y/n), yawning in the process. “Good morning, my love” Eloise greeted, kissing her lover on the cheek. “Good morning,” Giggled (Y/n), while wiping the smooch Eloise gave her. 

Due to the tons of views on same-sex relations, Eloise and (Y/n) had to keep their rendezvous a secret. They thought it was not fair, how the ton treated people like them like witches like they weren’t entitled to be together based on their gender. It anguishes (Y/n) and Eloise to see each other at balls dancing with different people their mamas set them up with. If anyone were to find out what they were up to the Bridgerton and (L/n) name shall be destroyed.

“You will never guess what happened in my dream,” Eloise began, preparing for the speech she was about to convey. “Did you dream about me?” Fluttered (Y/n), her response earned a raspy chuckle from Eloise. “Frankly, I did,” - “Oh, do tell!” (Y/n) wiggled her eyebrows in anticipation, knowing Eloise would be rambling all morning. 

“We were in a garden crammed with tulips, roses, and sunflowers everywhere, and both of us sitting next to each other as the fireflies flutters around us, we were allowed to be who we truly are,” Smiled Eloise, while she kissed the back of (Y/n)’s hand. “Even how wonderful the thought can be, we can’t even do such as smile at each other without other people noticing,” (Y/n) and Eloise frowned at each other. 

“At least I have you here,” She tried to save the moment, it was rare for Eloise and her to stay the night, Eloise had to borrow her brother’s clothes, a woman out in the middle of the night must be deemed inappropriate.

“You are right, in both ways sadly, let’s enjoy this moment for a little while for I have to go in three minutes, I enjoyed your company, even if we mostly slept through it,” Eloise’s morning voice was angelic, her voice was naturally raspy but this added more, that’s what (Y/n) hoped to wake up every day to. 

“Are you sure you can’t stay for at least an hour more?” Asked (Y/n), hoping to get a yes from Eloise. “My family must be awake by then, I shan’t pull my luck any longer,” Stated Eloise.

“I want to stay like this forever, I don’t care what the ton thinks, it is my family I’m worried about,” - “I couldn’t agree more, I’m afraid that my family would abandon me if they found out about us, or prevent me from talking to you. What if Lady Whistledown knows about us?!” Gasped (Y/n), as she started worrying about her future, not only hers but Eloise and her family too.

“It doesn’t matter since we are both young and in love, I am infatuated with you Eloise, you’re the love of my life” (Y/n) whispered to Eloise, “You’re the love of my life too,” Smirked Eloise. “It has already been three minutes, I hope to stay with you forever, I’m tired of sneaking around like this,” Eloise groaned, as she started putting on her brother’s coat.

“As do I, Eloise… as do I,” Murmured (Y/n). They wished the ton understood them, they were as ordinary as any couple, just because they are both females, does not mean they shan’t be together.

Though, the ton accepting same-sex relationships were only present in their imaginations.

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[merlieve]

Periods | Harry Potter X Reader

House: Gryffindor

Blood Status: Pureblood

(She/Her, Female Anatomy, 5th Year)

Read it on my Wattpad here! @merlinsbexrd

Warning/s: Cursing & Blood-Related Content

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'𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴, '𝘖𝘩, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺? 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶!'

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Y/n woke up with a sharp pain in her stomach and felt an uncomfortable pool under her abdomen. Fuck. Her period came a few days unexpectedly, and that isn't the more unfortunate thing, the blood-stained all over her white bedsheets!

Not to mention, Harry's right next to her. He snuck into her dorm last night since he had one of those nightmares again, that pussy.

She gently got out of bed, wishing to not wake up Harry so, she can clean the stain. Y/n grabbed the wipes and alcohol, tiptoeing back to the bed, not knowing Harry was wide-awake.

"SHIT! Harry, you scared me," Whisper shouted Y/n as she looked at Harry with wide eyes.

"I can tell," Y/n looked at him with a raised brow.

"I can also tell that it's the day your uterus says, 'Oh, you don't have a baby? Well, fuck you!'" Exclaimed Harry as he punched the pillow, imitating what he said.

"Look, I know you're joking, but that's a good description of what periods are," Laughed Y/n while Harry grabbed his glasses off your nightstand and slowly walked off the bed.

Harry had frizzly bed hair, his eyes squinting a bit since he woke up recently. He was wearing a grey shirt and plaid sweat pants.

"I used to clean a lot on my stay at the Durley's. I do laundry all the time -- you know what I'm gonna let the laundry slide since aunt Petunia used to do it too so, sometimes I do the laundry,"

"Really? Can you help me? Gosh, it sounds embarrassing but, I've never cleaned my sheets," Babbled Y/n as she looks at anything other than Harry.

"Of course, I'll help you. I don't mind," Smiled Harry as he walked over to you.

"Now, let's replace this before we clean the sheets,"

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Y/n sat in the common room, eating sweets she got from the Weasley twins when they went to Honeydukes, and drinking her water. She grabbed the pillow beside her and placed it on her lap, her cramps gotten worse over time.

"Y/n!" Yelled Harry as he entered the common room with a lot more sweets in his arms. "I managed to get candy from Honeydukes!"

"Harry, I appreciate that you try, but the more you give me candy the higher the chances I can get diabetes," Joked Y/n as she smiled at Harry's behaviour.

"What do I need to do to make you comfortable?" Asked Harry, making you all giddy inside because of the amount of effort he does to make you comfortable.

"We can cuddle, only if you want to, I don't want to force you into something you don't want to do..."

"NO! No, it's okay!" Beamed Harry, awkwardly shuffling next to you. "Now what do we do?-" He was cut off by Y/n hugging him.

"Shh, Harry, if you make a sound I'll chop your dick off,"

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[merlieve]

Dating Gilbert Blythe Would Include...

(Any Pronouns)

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Fluff | Warning/s: None

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Gilbert and you having a tickle fight until you're breathless.

Both of you, splashing in the water on each other.

You catch a cold so, Gilbert makes breakfast in bed.

Gilbert reading while you rest on their head on Gilbert's shoulder, sleeping.

You, sewing a sweater for Gilbert.

Gilbert, constantly sneaking into your room.

Ruby and Josie constantly, reminding you of the "dibs."

Both of you, dancing under the pale moonlight.

Gilbert, giving you goofy looks in the middle of class, and you laughing at his antics.

It didn't last long until Mr Philips saw.

During fall, both of you would rake up the leaves and take turns jumping on them.

In the winter, you'll both have snowball fights.

Spending the night on a hill, stargazing.

Thinking about your future together.

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[merlieve]

Pillow | Cho Sangwoo X Reader

Fem! Reader

(She/Her)

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A/n: This is my first ever imagine for Squid Game, that’s it.

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Fluff | Warning/s: None, please inform me if there are any.

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It was a Saturday night, and It’s been days since Sangwoo left for his ‘business trip’, and Y/n was getting anxious. She started to think of the worse possible things that happened to him.

'What if something bad happened to him? Or what if he’s cheating on you?' She tried to shove away those images out of her head, but what if it was true? She’ll doesn’t know what happened to him. The only thing she could do was hope for the best.

Then, a thought struck her like lightning. Y/n gripped Sangwoo’s pillow and his shirt. She was getting desperate for his touch, even if it’s some days, she couldn’t wait. She was eager, and she couldn’t wait for him to come back.

Y/n changed the pillow into one of Sangwoo's shirts. A grunt escaped her lips once she lay down on Sangwoo and her shared bed, squeezing the pillow in the process. Y/n felt her eyes flutter as she started to doze off to sleep.

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Sangwoo did it, he finally won. He can pay back his debts and live a flawless life. All he could think about is his fiancée, he knew he had to win to give her the best life. Even if Sangwoo pictured a perfect life for his family, he did have trauma because of the games, he couldn't stop remembering everything that occurred in one week. He was desperate, and he had to do what he needed to do to win this game of survival.

When Sangwoo finally arrived at your shared flat, he heard indistinct snores. He chuckled, knowing it was Y/n. He opened the door, it made a creaking noise, hoping Y/n doesn't wake up, so he could surprise her, but it wasn't a surprise that she didn't wake up, after all, she was a deep sleeper.

After he bathed, Sangwoo slowly changed his clothes and applied medicine to his wounds, surprisingly, you haven't woken up. Following that, he went to your bedroom, he was shocked to find a pillow with his shirt on it. He suppressed a chuckle and replaced the pillow with him. Sangwoo swore his heart fluttered when Y/n snuggled close to him. After everything that happened, he needed her right now. Sangwoo knew tomorrow morning he'll be bombarded with questions, but he didn't mind. All he needs is Y/n.

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