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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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liyazaki · 9 months
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bathroom makeover: retro lesbian edition 💕
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art (in small frames) by creative powerhouse @jeniferprince (I’m ordering prints, but could I wait for them to arrive? lol)
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twinstarburst · 20 days
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"do you have bnha ship opinions" i guess
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spocks-kaathyra · 1 month
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my second born son <333
taking suggestions for who to make next!!
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tenowls · 1 year
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So, I’m awkward with actual humans. It’s not paranoia about my hacked governor module, and it’s not them; it’s me. I know I’m a horrifying murderbot, and they know it, and it makes both of us nervous, which makes me even more nervous. Also, if I’m not in the armor then it’s because I’m wounded and one of my organic parts may fall off and plop on the floor at any moment and no one wants to see that.
one last fancomic to finish off the year, from asr this time!!
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cheerioskid · 4 months
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little life series accessories :)
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avenoirn · 4 months
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my store is back open again until feb 3! with a little surprise 🥰 (prints and other merch are available as well!) 💐
🩵 international / locals (🇮🇩) 🩵
shares are greatly appreciated! thank you for looking 💝
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kexing · 2 months
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The Loyal Pin (2024) || Mini teaser
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vaduart · 1 year
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crocs
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axe-of-ender · 6 months
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you pass by and see me walking in circles babbling to myself like a madman. you and me, we know monopolies. give me your heart. i'm gesturing wildly. the cactus, i say. the fucking cactus. it all comes back to the cactus ring. i let out a scream of anguish and vaporize on the spot
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peterpparkrr · 2 years
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Pinned (pt. 2)
Series: Pinned
Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x f!reader
Summary: Lord Bridgerton continues to find ways to be in his seamstress’ presence. A truth is revealed that poses as a harsh reminder of the way the world works.
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 1.8k
A/N: The first part of this story (which was supposed to be a oneshot) got so much love, so thank you for the patience, and here is part 2 of an ever-growing story. Let me know what you think of it! And what you’d like to see from this story in the future!
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It was easy to fall deep into a reverie when you were working. There was something so methodical and repetitive about sewing that it was easy for you to end up woolgathering while your hands completed the work they’d been trained for the past few years to complete so effortlessly.
And these days it felt like you had more and more to think about. 
Your bizarre evening with Lord Bridgerton had left you far more rattled than you wanted to let on. 
The entire thing had felt like a fever dream. 
You still had no idea what had taken a hold of him in the moment that he had decided to escort you to your meeting. It had seemed remarkable out of character for a gentleman to take an interest in you that was not overtly sexual in nature. 
But Lord Bridgerton seemed to lack the entitlement that men usually held when approaching you. 
Which in turn made you all the more suspicious of his motivations. 
You don’t like not knowing what to expect.
“Miss,” You heard a voice call out, suddenly snapping you out of your thoughts.
“Oh!” You turned around and looked up to see Lord Bridgerton standing on the other side of the counter. “Lord Bridgerton, what can I help you with?” You ask him as you move to set aside the pair of trousers you were hemming.
“I find myself in desperate need of another suit,” He tells you.
Your brows furrow in confusion as you look up at him.
“But you just-”
“Are you trying to talk me out of buying something at your shop?” Anthony asks, gently teasing. “I am more than happy to take my business elsewhere,” He adds with a sweeping arm motion to the door.
“I-I uh,” You stutter slightly as you stare back at him with wide eyes. 
You spare a glance back towards the office where Mr. Raugland is balancing the books. Thank God for that small mercy. It was the only time during the day that he has the door closed and can’t hear much of anything coming from the storefront.
“That was meant to be a joke,” He tells you after a moment.
“I suppose I did not find it very funny,” You reply sharply. “My lord,” You add quickly.
“My apologies,” Lord Bridgerton tells you. “But I really do need another suit.” 
“I already have your current measurements, do you know what style you’d like this one to be?” You ask him politely.
Lord Bridgerton studies you for a moment as he seems to consider his answer. 
“No, I’m afraid I don’t, could you help me pick something out?” He asks. 
“Of course,” You reply as you step out from behind the counter. “You can follow me right this way.”
“This is some of our selection,” You explain as you begin to rattle off your usual sales pitch. gesturing to various cuts and styles as you lead him through the samples.
“Would you like to see how any of them fit?” You ask him as you turn to face him again.
Lord Bridgerton nods but doesn’t give you any indication of which ones in particular, so you select some of your favorites as you walk him over to the dais by the mirrors.
He’s quiet as you help him out of his jacket and vest, it’s not until you’re helping him into one of the first vest styles that he begins to make conversation.
“How long have you been a seamstress?” He asks out of the blue.
“I’ve been sewing since I was old enough to hold a needle steady, and I got my first job when I was thirteen,” You tell him quietly as you focus on the buttons.
“And how old are you now?” He asks.
“I thought with all that genteel breeding that your sort were supposed to know better than to ask impertinent questions,” You comment as you smooth the fabric of the vest over his shoulders, making the mistake to look up at him as you do so, only to find him already looking down at you. 
And that is when you realize you are standing far too close to him.
You quickly step back off the dais and pretend to busy yourself taking in the cut of the vest before helping him into the matching jacket.
“What do you think?” You ask as you his reflection in the mirror, only to realize that his gaze is instead focused on your reflection.
“I should be asking you that,” He tells you. “I want to know what you think of it.”
“I think it fits you very well,” You tell him. The Viscount looks incredibly handsome in the dark vest and jacket. In your strictly professional opinion, of course.
“Do you?” He asks, a wide grin crossing his face as he notices your expression.
“Do not tease me,” You warn him gently as you step up to help him out of the jacket.
“That’s right, you do not like teasing,” He acknowledges as he unbuttons the vest. 
“I do not like being made the butt of a joke,” You correct him as you take the vest off as well.
“I would-” Lord Bridgerton begins to protest before you quickly cut him off.
“Perhaps you wouldn’t, but I do not know you, my Lord,” You point out as you turn back to face him. “But I have known enough men like you,” You add quietly.
He looks like he wants to press further but when you hold up the next vest he only slips his arms through it and focuses on doing up the buttons. 
“Obviously on you, this would be taken in here,” You tell him softly as you pull the loose fabric taut against his body, your other hand pulling down on the fabric in front so that the lines are straight.
“Obviously,” Anthony parrotted back quietly, though his muscles tensed nervously under the fabric that your hand was pulling at.
It really is a shame, this new style does such wonders for the male anatomy, yet they’re still hidden under long jackets, tails, and overcoats.
“It’ll match well with this jacket, I think,” You tell him as you move to grab the brighter blue velvet.
He slips his arms in and you smooth the shoulders and back before moving back around to the front to pull the fabric so that it hangs nicely and he can better idea of what it might look like for him. Your fingers linger as they trace up and down the front lapels.
“So what exactly do you need another suit for?” You ask him as you start to pull at the hems, folding and cuffing where you need to.
“Is it not enough to want to see you?” He asks lowly as he dips his chin down slightly to catch your eye.
You roll your eyes, though you can feel your cheeks begin to heat against your own volition as you avert your gaze.
“I am being serious,” You clarify.
“Well, because this is the season that I intend to marry, my mother has decided that we must attend every event,” He tells you. “And since that doubles, if not triples my usual social obligations, I figured it best to get another suit before my mother could berate me for my clothing on top of everything else.”
Married? Did he already know whom he was going to propose to? Had he already proposed to some young debutante? 
You had thought yourself a sensible woman. And you’d never had a problem with your place in the world. But the way your heart had stuttered at Lord Bridgerton’s causal admittance of his impending nuptials? It had hurt in a way that you had not expected. Stabbing at the tender softness in your chest that had not yet been hardened.
He had spoken to you like he cared about you. Truly cared about you, and you’d been naive enough to believe it true. All the while he had been planning to marry someone. 
Someone else.
You were far more naive than you had realized.
“Oh,” You reply after a beat. “I see.”
“Which do you prefer? This one or the first?” You ask him, quickly snapping back into real life. Needing the reminder that you were working, that you were in the middle of a consultation for a customer.
Nothing more.
“They’re both fine, do you have a preference?” He asks as he turns to look at himself in the mirrors.
“You’re the one who has to wear them, you ought to choose,” You point out as you turn to busy yourself with clearing away the garments you’d set aside.
“This one, then, I think,” He tells you.
“Very good, my Lord,” You reply politely, trying desperately to keep your tone distant as you set up to take the jacket from him, avoiding his gaze as you do so. Building your walls back up as you do so. Trying not to focus too hard on how quickly you had been willing to let them crumble in the first place.
“Are you alright?” He asks after a moment as he steps towards you. You can hear the concern laced into his words, and you wish you could just believe him, to talk to him. But you should have known from the beginning that this could never happen. 
“Of course,” You reply quickly, your voice turning chipper and false as you turn to put the garments back on their hangers. 
“I said something wrong,” Lord Bridgerton surmises astutely. “What did I say?”
“Nothing, my lord,” You reply as you take the vest from him, placing them over your arm as you begin to move back through the shop. “I’ll have these garments ready for you by the end of the week.”
“And will you be delivering them?” He asks, and you think you might see a glimmer of hopefulness in his eyes. One that you see in an entirely new light after his previous comments. A hope that you cannot allow to stand, not in relation to yourself.
“That is what the delivery boys are for,” You remind him, harkening back to your first real conversation with him. 
“I see,” He replies slowly.
“Yes,” You state as you move back behind your counter. Finding some semblance of safety with the barrier now places between you.
“I am sorry,” He offers. “For whatever I said-”
“You said nothing wrong,” You tell him quickly as you look up at him, already shaking your head. “I’m sorry.” 
You see a pair of gentlemen walk through the door.
“I have to help those customers,” You tell him before you turn away from him, not looking back until you heard the door close again and you see Lord Bridgerton making his way down the pavement.
Distance. All you needed was distance, to remind you that you lived in two very different worlds. Worlds that would never truly overlap.
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baifengxis · 7 months
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confirmed gl (wlw) asian series to air in 2024*
23.5 Degrees The Series (Thailand)
The Loyal Pin (Thailand)
The Last Case (Thailand)
Pluto (Thailand)
Love Senior (Thailand)
Be Mine The Series (Thailand)
Dream (Thailand)
She Loves to Cook & She Loves to Eat Season 2 (Japan)
Fragrance of the First Flower Season 2 (Taiwan)
+ Uranus 2324 (Movie) (Thailand)
Most of them are either currently filming or finished filming and/or have announced that they plan to air the series in 2024 and we're just waiting for more updates!
"Pluto" was just announced today being gmmtv's second gl series part of the 2024 series announcements (but might end up in 2025 considering gmmtv's record...)
*Some might end up airing in late 2023 and some might be postponed for 2025
A few more that seem to be slow with updates but still have good chances of airing in 2024:
SKIU The Series (Thailand) Love In The Air/Step Up/The Perfect Song/Sun Moon Light Love (as of now they're gonna make 4 different series that all belong in the same story/universe)
Reverse4You (Thailand)
About Galaxy (Thailand)
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ghostlyarchaeologist · 5 months
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Christian Kane Twirling Props: A Masterlist
Leverage
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Season 1 | Season 2 | Season 3 | Season 4 | Season 5
Leverage Redemption
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Season 1 | Season 2
Kane's Kitchen
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Season 1
The Librarians
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Season 1 | Season 2 | Season 3 | Season 4
Almost Paradise
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Season 1 | Season 2
The Miscellaneous Section
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Aka, the rest of his filmography!
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legendarytragedynacho · 4 months
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Julie Newmar by Peter Basch, 1960s
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ohshinytrinketsmine · 5 months
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So, next time when I give you a call you have to answer it. Okay? Bolster. Got it? Yeah. . . You're a good boy.
The Sign, ep 3
Bonus: Look how happy he is to pin his that man down on the ground :))) <-Phaya literally
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klarmis · 24 days
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made spirk pins😼
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