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1816 Meets 2025- Anthony Bridgerton x Reader- Chapter One

Warnings: Angst, confusion, Anthony being a jerk (it changes soon ;))

Word count: 1,272

"Daphne! You must make haste!" A voice screamed at the top of their lungs, jolting me awake.

I didn't recognize the voice or the room I was in. Wait, where am I? This wasn't my bed, this wasn't my room, where the hell am I?! I threw the duvet off me and bounded to my feet, grabbing a rather beautiful robe off the back of the door and running down the hall. I rounded a corner and was met with a grand staircase. I don't have stairs in my apartment. I came to a halt and stared at the bottom of the stairs; was I in a museum? I grab the handrail and let the smooth finish of the wood run over my palm. I reached halfway to the end and was shocked to see a large group of people standing around as if they were waiting for someone; Daphne, I assume.

"You are not Daphne," a young boy said, looking up at me with big doe-like eyes. Every head snapped to look where the young boy was looking; I felt like I was on display.

"Who are you, and how did you end up in my home?" An older man, who appeared to be no older than I, asked in a strong and assertive tone. I wondered if he was the head of the household by the way he was speaking to me, and there was no male older than him present. I soon realized I didn't answer, which only seemed to make the older man upset.

"Madam, did you hear what I asked of you? Who are you, and how did you end up in my home?!"

"Uh...well...that's hard to explain," I say. This caused everyone to look back and forth at one another, confused at what I just told them like I was speaking another language.

"What is this language you speak?" The same man asked.

I had a hunch, so I decided to go with it. "What year is it?"

"It is the year eighteen hundred and sixteen," says a young girl.

"Oh shit."

"I beg your pardon? Madame, I will not ask you again..."

"I know, I know," I cut the man off. "Look I'm not from here."

"That's rather apparent," another man piped in.

"No you don't understand, I'm from a whole different period. It's the year two thousand and twenty-five where I'm from!" Looks of shock and gasps of air filled the room around me.

Suddenly, I felt myself being grabbed and thrown against the wall; the oldest man had me pinned.

"You are a witch and you are NOT welcome here!" He yelled right in my face. I soon panicked and tried to find the right words so he would let me go.

"No, no, I'm not, I don't know how I ended up here but I can promise you, I'm just a normal woman; nothing exciting happens to me. Please let me go!" I begged.

"Anthony, please let her go. She's just a girl," a middle-aged woman, whom I guessed was the matriarch of the family, said and the man did as she asked.

"But Mother, we do not know if she can be trusted."

"So we will give her a chance."

The man, Anthony, eyed me again then dropped my shirt from his fist and he let me go.

"I don't know what happened but I just...ended up here," I explained

"How do you mean?" The youngest girl in the group asked. She seemed to be the only one who was curious about me, not quick to judge me like the others.

"The last thing I remember was I was out drinking with some friends and I went back home and then when I woke up I was here." No one seemed to believe the story I told. They all still looked at me like I had three heads.

"But that is impossible," another young man said.

"I know but I'm telling y'all that's what happened! I don't mean any harm, I just want to go home!" I was desperate at this point and I just wanted someone to be compassionate with me. I couldn't help the few tears that spilled past my eyes. The mother of the group walked over to me and placed a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"We will help out in any way we can to get you back home. Until then, you may stay with us; we have plenty of room."

"Thank you, I guess now would be a good time to introduce myself' my name is (y/n)."

"Hello (y/n), I am Lady Violet Bridgerton and these are my children; Anthony, Benedict, Colin, Gregory, Daphne, Eloise, Francesca, and Hyacinth." Lady Bridgerton had each of her children bow or curtsey when their names were called.

"Wow, you gave birth to all these kids? Ouch!" I say and quickly slap my hand over my mouth. Everyone was once again surprised by my language and the topic of some of the things I said.

"Oh I apologize, we say things rather more bluntly than you are used to," I say and smile sheepishly.

"Language changes that much?" Colin asks.

"Yes, we have shorter ways of saying words or sentences like 'don't' instead of 'do not' or 'isn't' instead of 'is not.,'" I try and explain.

"You said something early that was rather funny; y'awww?" Gregory attempted to say 'y'all' and it was the cutest thing.

"That's y'all. It's a way of saying 'you all' meaning a group of people. It's rather popular in the southern part of America."

"You're from America?! What's that like" Hyacinth asks and she bounds over to me. Her eyes were wide, waiting for an explanation.

"Hyacinth, give her some space," Violet says.

"No, it's okay. Well, America where I come is a big and beautiful country. There are fifty states or areas where people live and everyone is different. Some are bigger than others and have different things they are known for. There are big cities with giant buildings that go up to the sky and then there are small towns where there is nothing but land as far as the eyes can see!" I exclaim, proud of where I come from. Everyone seemed so fascinated with my story; everyone but Anthony just scoffed and walked out of the room.

"You'll have to forgive Anthony; he does not adjust to change very well," Violet states, offering me a look of sympathy.

I don't know why but his actions hurt me. As if I was annoying to him, he just stormed out.

"Oh um, that's okay, it's hard for me too sometimes. I'm going to uh, retreat to my room."

"Alright, well please let us know if you need anything. We are going to a ball and you are more than welcome to join us," Violet offered but I shook my head.

"No thank you, I think I need to be alone right now," I give a small smile to everyone and make my way back to the room I woke up in. I turn to head back up the stairs and I almost run into Anthony.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Anth-" I begin to say but he cuts me off.

"You will address me as Lord Bridgerton and nothing else and you will do your best to avoid me. I do not like you nor do I wish to have anything to do with you, is that clear?" I nod my head and step around Lord Bridgerton. I don't know what his problem was, but I knew I had to avoid him at all costs.

1816 Meets 2025 Masterlist| Masterlist of all Masterlists | Chapter 2

Taglist: @fandom-princess-forevermore @gensweird @pinkwondersworld

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1816 Meets 2025- Anthony Bridgerton x Reader- Introduction

"I need something BIG to happen in my life! I'm almost 30 years old, and nothing too astonishing has happened! Same old, same old, day in and day out. What's going to change?" I say to my friends and take another shot of whiskey. The burning sensation in my throat is welcomed with an exacerbated sigh. I wasn't wasted in the slightest bit, but I was ready to go home and sleep until I was dead. "All I want is for something good to happen to me. Maybe I can fall in love with someone; that would be nice." I don't bother discarding my clothes but I kicked off my shoes and fall face first on my bed. Sleep soon follows, the alcohol adding to the exhaustion.

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1816 Meets 2025- Anthony Bridgerton x Reader- Masterlist

A/N: Hello friends! I know it's been a while since I've posted anything, but I've become newly obsessed with Bridgerton, so I had an idea to write a fanfiction for this show! Feedback is always welcome! Requests are, of course, welcome too! Each chapter will have its own warnings, but below are the general warnings.

Warnings: Anthony is a rake (we all know this), and he doesn't adjust well to new things, lots of fluff, time traveling, angst (somewhat), swearing (from both time periods)

Word Count:

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*italics are inner thoughts

Intro

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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Hello 👋

Hi Anon! How are you?

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SCREAMING HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BESTIE @fandom-princess-forevermore 🥳🥳🪅🎉🎊🎈🎁

I hope you have a wonderful day and you know how much your friendship means to me. Love you!!!!

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My dearest Sammy, happy birthday

*Note: A fictional letter to Sam Winchester

Happy birthday, my darling Sam. I know this is never a day you particularly enjoy but I know we have to celebrate you just a bit. You've given so much of yourself for all these years and fought that good fight so hard but now you can rest and enjoy yourself. You deserve all the love and although we aren't in the same universe, I know you are with Dean and your parents and I hope they're showing you love today and always. You're always with me throughout my life and I cannot thank you enough for always loving and supporting me. I love you so much.

-Monique

@fandom-princess-forevermore @sam-winchester-admiration-league

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I'm doing well, got another degree, well certificate, so trying to find a job in the medical field in a small town is ROUGH but I'll make it. Otherwise, I'm still working part time and making money so it could be worse.

I hear its your birthday!! Happy birthday, love! I hope you're well and you have a wonderful day and a great year!!! I saw your update too and I'm excited for you! Sending lots of love!

Thank you so much darling! Hope you are super well! ❤️❤️❤️

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🌸✨💓THIS IS A TUMBLR HUG! 🧚🏾‍♀️ PASS IT ON AND HAVE A LOVELY DAY! ~♡ (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

I know this is late, but thank you so much!! :D Sending one back to you and including some others 💜

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Ughhhhhhh

SEBASTIAN STAN for Variety Magazine

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All the hate I get for being a Swiftie, just fuels me to continue supporting Taylor more and more. Like she says, haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. People are so ugly and I feel bad for them that they feel they need to be like this to feel good about themselves

@taylorswift I got your back, girl. All the time, forever and always.

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I'm studying to become a medical assistant; I would LOVE to help him 😍

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Happy birthday, Dean Winchester!!! Oh my sweetheart, Dean. What a life you've had; I hope you can chill and celebrate with your folks and Sam. Even if we can't see you in this world, I know you're alive and well in another. Take a day off from hunting, have a burger and some pie, listen to some AC/DC and try to enjoy yourself. I know its hard but you deserve it. I love you old man.

-M

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Why is this jerk looking right at me?! 😍

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I would love to be kissed by him, even if it was just acting

“Kinda convinced he holds his lovers’ head while kissing them irl too,” 💋

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Gorgeous – Tim Bradford x Reader: Masterlist

A/N: Hi friends! I’m back with a brand-new fic from a brand-new fandom! I don’t know how big The Rookie fandom is here on Tumblr, but I know there’s a large following on different platforms so I’m hoping Tumblr has one too. I was listening to Gorgeous (Taylor Swift) and thought “holy crap, this is perfect for Tim Bradford! Eric Winter is *literally* so beautiful and I love Tim. Although I am a Chenford fan, I gotta write this without her being a current love interest for Tim since the writers took them away from us! Hoping to have them back in season 7 but onto the story! I will be making this a series so if you want to be tagged, please let me know! Each chapter will have its own word count too.

Warnings: Fluff, Tim tests (IYKYK) slight asshole Tim behavior but that’s his tests, pining, temporary unrequited love, swearing, the song won’t be used until later in the story!

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Chapter 1: The First Day

Chapter 2:

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Gorgeous- Tim Bradford x Reader: Chapter 1

Warnings: Tim being a bit of an ass but that's what he does, alight fluff

Word Count: 1,554

Being a police officer was all I ever wanted to do. I was a legacy officer; my grandfather, my father, and if my parents had a boy, it would’ve been him, but they had me so naturally it was destined for me to become an officer too. Not that I ever wanted to do anything else; policing was always so fascinating. I spent countless hours watching body camera footage from my dad, reality shows, and documentaries; anything to learn the job without being on the job. Finally, the summer after my 27th birthday, I applied and got into the newest police academy at the Los Angeles Police Department. Okay, so it took longer than I initially planned, especially because my dad thought it would be a good idea to have a degree in criminal justice as a “backup plan” just in case something happened while being on patrol. So, after high school, I went straight into college and got both an associate's and bachelor’s degree in criminal justice. Then grandpa died and it shook all of us for a good year until Dad was finally on board for me to join the LAPD. And that brings me to today, sitting with the other rookies at a table, away from everyone else and in front of the class, waiting for my first briefing for duty at the Mid-Wilshire Division. I watched as the room filled with other officers and detectives, all of whom paid no attention to me. Twiddling my thumbs, two Sergeants came into the room and settled the room down: finally. 

“Alright quiet down. Looks like we have fresh meat here today,” one Sergeant said looking at my table. Please stand and introduce yourselves, your badge numbers, and a brief reason why you joined the LAPD. One by one, my other colleagues gave their speeches before it was my turn. 

“Hi, I’m Officer (Y/F/N) Jones, badge number 787, and uh, I became an officer because it’s all I wanted to do since I was born. Guess that happens when you’re a legacy,” I say and sit back down. 

“Ah yes, granddaughter of Captain Robert Jones and daughter of Lieutenant Justin Jones. Just because you’re a legacy, don’t expect to climb the ranks quickly. Both your father and grandfather sat where you do now to get to where they are. They both busted their asses and proved themselves. Remember, you’re a rookie at the bottom of the food chain here. Respect isn’t given, it's earned.” The second Sergeant said, shooting a devilishly handsome glare back to me. 

“Sergeant Bradford is right, you have to prove yourselves to get any kind of respect around here, is that understood?” Sergeant Gray, whom we later learned his name was, said and we all agreed. 

“Good. Now onto business. Detectives Harper and Lopez need our assistance identifying new suspects in relation to a series of unsolved murders in the last two months. Ladies?” 

“We don’t have a primary suspect as of today, but we are finding more leads, and we need help questioning people. There’s supposed to be a sale going down in Griffith Park, so we need all hands on deck,” Detective Lopez explained. 

“Rookies, this is a good day for you, ideal for learning. And with that, assignments. Walters will go with Nolan; Rodriguez will be with me and Jones you’ll ride with Sergeant Bradford. That is all; be safe out there.” Everyone leaves and walks over to their training officers. 

“Sergeant Bradford, I’m,” I’m cut off before I can finish.

“I don’t care who you are. You’re my boot, a rookie, bottom of the totem pole. You will not speak unless spoken to. Understood?” He says, and I’m afraid to answer him at first. “You can speak,” he snaps at me before I answer. 

“Y-yes Sir.”

“Good, follow me,” he says and walks off. “This is our shop, not a car, not a ride, shop. Each shift, you will prepare our shop. You will check the backseat to make sure nothing was left behind and if there was, you did something wrong. You will need to process it and add it to your report. You will need to grab all our gear and load it into the trunk before each shift,” he finishes his rules before telling me where I need to unless go to get gear.

“Sarge, where do I go to get the gear?” I ask and immediately regret it. 

“Didn’t I just tell you not to speak you are spoken to?” He says but proceeds to show me where to go. “Follow the other Rookies and they will tell you what to do. Be back here in five.” 

I see my fellow academy class over at the firearms counter and watch as they ask for equipment for the respective T.O. I follow their leads and gather up everything for Sergeant Bradford and myself. 

“Man, I love Nolan! He’s so cool and laid back,” Officer Walters says.

“Shit, you’re lucky. Bradford is tough!” I say, rolling my eyes in the process. 

“Just don’t let him hear you say that” Rodriguez adds. 

“Right, I just don’t know why he hates me already.” 

“Don’t take anything Tim says personally. He was hard on me when I first started. He just wants to make sure you’re fully prepared for what you can expect out there.” A voice from nearby says. We all look over to see Officer Chen leaning against the doorframe that leads to the garage. 

“Bradford was your t.o?” I ask.

“He was. He’s tough and he will push you to limits but all to make you a good officer. If he pushes you a little too much, just text me; he has a soft spot for me.” Officer Chen says, handing me her card. 

“Thank you,” I say. 

“Boot, let’s go!” Sergeant Bradford yells and I scurry off to the shop. I took off all the equipment that I gathered for our shift and dropped it all in the back of the shop. 

“Be careful with the equipment, Boot! It’s expensive.” 

“Sorry, Sir,”  I say before heading to the driver’s side of the shop. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Driving?”

“Oh no, you don’t get to drive this early. You must earn it.”I was shocked that I wasn’t able to drive this early like the rest of my academy did, but not working with Sergeant Bradford. 

“Seriously?” I complained.

Tim’s deadpan expression gave me a chill so I knew he meant business.

“I don’t joke about this stuff, Boot,” his voice was thick with seriousness with a touch of annoyance. 

“Yes Sir,” I say, biting some skin from the corner of my thumb. Suddenly the shop stopped short causing both of us to jolt forward.

“Quick, where are you?” Sergeant Bradford asked. 

“Uh,” I said, looking around.

“What street are we on?” Bradford asks.

“I think Marlow?” 

“You think? What if you needed backup, how are they going to get to you if you don’t know where you are? You need to know you’re location at all times, Boot! This could be a matter of life and death!” He says, growing more frustrated as he talks. 

“I-I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Well if you’re out on a call alone, you could be in serious trouble if you can’t get the help you need.”

I gasped, the realization of the seriousness of the situation hitting me; he was right. 

“I-I didn’t think of that,” I say, my voice breaking and barely louder than a whisper. 

“Well, that’s why I’m here,” Tim said, his voice suddenly softer.

For the first time since we met, Sergeant Bradford was showing me compassion. I offered him a small smile before he drove to the end of the street and I took note of where we were. I could feel a smile on Sarge’s face as he noticed that I was starting to take things more seriously. Throughout our shift, I kept quiet, looking and watching, and only answering questions when asked. Surprisingly, the day didn’t have too many crazy calls and before I knew it, the shift was over. We drove the shop into the garage and I unloaded all our gear.

“Hey Boot,” Sergeant Bradford said when I walked back into the station. 

“Yes Sir?” I ask, trying to make sure I pay full attention.

“So you’re first day although was very rough in the beginning, you did well in the end. Just don’t get used to the compliments because from now on, it’s only going to get harder.”

“Understood Sarge, thank you,” I say and head into the locker room.

“So, how was the first shift?” Officer Chen asked. 

“Honestly, Sergeant Bradford is scary! He yelled at me several times and made me feel like I had no idea what I was doing like I was incompetent!” I said to Lucy, and she just chuckled. “But then something happened. I guess he had sympathy for me because I was getting super hard on myself and he-he had compassion. His voice lowered and he even smiled a bit at me.” 

“Wow, I guess you made an impression on Tim and that’s very rare. Good for you,” Lucy says. “Now pack up your things and don’t stay out too late; we have an early shift in the morning.” 

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