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Kansas Anymore (2)

Tyler Owens x OC

Summary: In which Riley Owens, the ex-wife of the infamous Tornado Wrangler, has 36 hours to come to terms if moving to a whole new country with their small daughter is something she truly wants to do.

Warnings: Cursing, angst, suggested smut, fluff. ✶ Chapter One ✶

■ Italics = Flashback ■ A/N: You guys are amazing! I just want to say thank you so much for loving this story and follwing the tale of Riley and Tyler ❤️ ■ Taglist is available - just drop a comment! Would love to hear your thoughts, questions, or maybe just drop by to say hello! Can't wait to hear from y'all

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“You know when you said that we were going to a show, I didn’t expect it to involve horses and mud.”

I let out a frustrated sigh, my heels sinking into the soggy ground with each step. I had been in Arkansas for less than a month – choosing to attend the college that my father spoke so highly of growing up. As each day passed, it was getting harder and harder to fight the urge to pack all my things and head back home.

My roommate Sarah, who had grown up in the area, laughed as she turned to face me. "Welcome to the South! This is what we call a rodeo. Trust me, you'll have fun."

I glanced around at the bustling fairground. Families gathered around food stalls, the smell of popcorn and barbecue hanging in the air. Children ran past us, their boots splashing in puddles, their laughter ringing out above the distant sounds of country music. Cowboys in worn jeans and hats moved with purpose, leading majestic horses by the reins.

"Fun, huh?" I muttered, trying to pull my heel out of yet another patch of mud. "It looks like a real blast.” Sarah grinned and tugged at my arm, leading me toward the main arena. "Oh, come on! You haven't even seen the best parts yet. The bull riding, barrel racing, and don't forget the rodeo clowns. They’re hilarious!"

As we walked, I noticed the vibrant colors of the stands selling cowboy hats, boots, and all sorts of Western memorabilia. There was an infectious energy in the air. People greeted each other with wide smiles and friendly nods, embodying the warmth of Southern hospitality that Sarah had talked about.

We passed a group of teenagers gathered around a mechanical bull. They cheered each other on, daring one another to take a ride. Sarah nudged me, "Think you could last eight seconds on that thing?"

I shook my head, laughing. "No way! I'd be thrown off in a heartbeat."

A mischievous smirk broke across her face. “Never know till you try.” I rolled my eyes and started to walk away, but her grip on my arm stopped me. “Just once.” Her eyes widened with a playful challenge. “Have a little fun, Riley.”

My eyes glanced between her and the machinery behind her, taking in the sight as a teenage boy was thrown from the contraption, his friends commending his effort with hoots and hollers. The boy, though dusting himself off, wore a wide grin as he rejoined his group, their camaraderie infectious.

I sighed, feeling a mix of reluctance and curiosity. “I’m not wearing the right clothes for that thing,” I said, the excuse as flimsy as it sounded. “Plus, I could break a bone or som—”

“You riding or not, darlin’?” came a loud voice from behind me.

Sarah’s eyes shifted to the voice, and I turned to meet the face of the commenter. He was a tall fucker – had to be over six foot with an overinflated ego. His boots were dusty, and his hat cast a shadow over his eyes, but I could still see the arrogance etched in his smirk. “Excuse me?” I replied, my tone a bit harsher than intended.

“You heard me,” he said, leaning casually against the gate. “You gonna give it a go or just stand there making excuses?” His cocky smile shone bright, and I could practically taste the mockery in his voice. “Too scared you're gonna break a nail?”

I felt the heat rise to my cheeks, not out of embarrassment but anger. I clenched my fists and took a step forward, feeling the rough texture of the ground beneath my boots. “Listen, cowboy,” I said, my voice steady despite the irritation bubbling inside. “I’m not here to play games or prove anything to you.”

Sarah shifted uncomfortably beside me, her eyes darting between us. I could sense her unease, but I wasn’t about to back down. The man’s smirk widened, clearly enjoying the tension he was stoking.

“Prove something to me?” he chuckled, pushing off the gate and taking a step closer. “Sweetheart, you don’t need to prove anything to me.” His eyes slowly moved up my body, lingering in a way that made my skin flush. “Just to yourself.”

The guy raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk centered on his chiseled face. Clearly, he thought he had me all figured out.

I turned back to Sarah, her eyes showing concern as I handed off my purse and coat. “You really don’t have to do this, Riley.” Her tone shadowed her eyes. “Tyler’s just being an asshole. He’s like that with all the girls in town—” She paused shortly. “You’re just the only one who’s ever talked to him like that.”

“Let’s see what you got, city girl!” The Tyler guy hooped, causing those close enough to center their attention on the situation.

Rolling my eyes, I hastily removed my purse, pushing the bag into Sarah’s arms. “You really don’t have to do this, Riley,” Sarah's voice now hesitant as she looked at me with concern. “We can just go somewhere else and have fun, forget about that guy.”

I shook my head in protest, my resolve hardening as I cast one last glance at the idiot across the room. His smirk fueled my determination. “No way. I’m not gonna give that jerkoff the satisfaction of watching me wuss out,” I declared, my voice tinged with defiance.

As I pushed up the sleeves of my designer shirt, a small act of rebellion that would have my mother clutching her inherited pearls in horror, I felt a surge of adrenaline. This was my moment to show that I was not someone to be pushed around, not someone to be intimidated by an urban cowboy fool at a fucking rodeo.

I confidently approached the bull, climbing onto the steel, gripping the handle with white-knuckled determination.

"Hold on tight, darlin," the elderly operator smiled warmly, his weathered face lined with experience and mischief. With a practiced hand, he flipped the switch, setting the mechanical bull into motion.

As the bull lurched forward, the world around me seemed to blur into a whirlwind of colors and sounds. The contraption bucked and spun with unpredictable ferocity, testing every ounce of my balance and resolve. I clenched the reins tightly, my muscles straining as I fought to stay atop the bucking beast. Sarah’s cheers blended with the roar of the crowd, a chorus of encouragement that spurred me on.

Seconds stretched into what felt like minutes, my focus narrowing to the rhythmic movements of the mechanical beast. Just as I started to think I might actually last the full eight seconds, the bull gave a particularly violent twist, sending me flying into the padded arena.

I let out a groan of both relief and exhaustion, feeling the adrenaline slowly ebb away as I managed to flip myself onto my back. As I lay there, breathing heavily, the cool night sky spread out above me like a vast, dark canvas adorned with twinkling stars.

Sarah's figure quickly loomed over me, her expression a mix of concern and relief etched across her features. With a swift movement, she crouched down beside me, her eyes scanning me from head to toe as if checking for any signs of injury.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice laced with genuine worry and care as she assessed my well-being.

I slowly nodded my head, a faint smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "I think so," I replied, my sentence trailing off momentarily as I gathered my thoughts. "Was that okay?" I inquired, seeking reassurance after the whirlwind of the mechanical bull ride.

Sarah's expression shifted from slight confusion at my question to a mischievous smile that lit up her face. "Are you kidding me, Riley?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with pride and excitement. "That was more than okay. You had Tyler Owens, the reigning rodeo champion, dropping his jaw so far to the ground that he's gonna need some help putting it back in place."

We shared a laugh as she helped me off the mat, my black slacks now dotted with dust and dirt.

"You did good, little girl," the older man remarked with a warm smile as we exited the gates of the rodeo arena. I shyly thanked him, feeling a surge of pride at his encouraging words, but my smile quickly faded as a tall stranger approached us, his hands casually tucked into his denim pockets.

"Wasn't expecting you to last a second, city girl," he remarked with a smirk that seemed to gleam in the dim light of the night. "Gotta hand it to you though, you make riding a bull look easy."

I met his gaze with a mixture of defiance and amusement, my own smirk playing at the corners of my lips. "Yeah, well," I retorted, taking a step closer to him, the adrenaline of the ride still coursing through my veins. "It's all in the hips, really."

My words hung in the air between us, a playful challenge laced with a hint of confidence. “Is that right?” His voice dropping an octave, sending a shiver down my spine. “Gonna have to teach me your ways then.”

A flicker of a smile danced across my lips, “Me teach you-“ I took a step back. “From what I hear you’re a world-renowned bull rider, probably the best in the county, maybe even the state.” My words boosting his overstrung ego. “I’m sure a bull made of steel is no match for-“ I paused, tilting my head. “What’s your name again?”

“You know my name, darlin.” His words igniting a burn in my stomach.

He arched an eyebrow as I drew near, clearly taken aback by my sudden boldness. His cronies and Sarah exchanged glances, unsure of what was unfolding before them. I could almost taste the tension in the air, thick and crackling with anticipation.

Without a word, I stood before him, my gaze unwavering. The hint of a smirk played on his lips, a challenge in his eyes. But I held my ground, a silent defiance radiating from every fiber of my being. My hand slowly trailing up his flannel covered front, his breath hitching with each touch.

In one swift motion, I reached out and plucked the Stetson hat from his head, the symbol of his false bravado. Placing the hat atop my head, my smile smug as I looked up at him, almost daring him to take it back.

“You shouldn’t let strangers get too close to you, Tyler Owens,” I remarked coolly, the gravel crunching under my heels as I took a step back. “That’s a lesson us city girls learn at a young age.”

10:54am (2.21 hrs since arrival)

“I can’t believe it's been over a year since we’ve seen you and the little bean,” Lilly smiled warmly over her coffee cup, her eyes reflecting a mix of nostalgia and longing. “I mean, we get to talk to her on video chat, but it’s just not the same.”

I nodded in agreement, a tinge of guilt flickering in my chest. “Yeah, work has been so hectic, and I never know where you guys are gonna be, especially during the season. Tyler’s like a butterfly – floating wherever the wind blows.”

Lilly chuckled softly, the sound carrying a hint of understanding. “I know he misses her a lot –” Her sentence paused, a moment of hesitation flitting across her features. “Misses you a lot too.” Her gaze met mine, her eyes reflecting a mix of empathy and unspoken truths. “He still has that picture of the two of you nestled in his visor.”

The photograph that Lilly had taken two weeks after I found out I was pregnant with Caroline. The storm clouds black as night loomed behind us, a stark contrast to the brightness of our smiles that shone as radiant as the sun in the sky.

Tyler had insisted on capturing the moment, his easy laugh filling the air as he playfully teased about becoming parents. Despite the uncertainty and fear that lingered in the depths of my heart, his unwavering support and infectious optimism had been a beacon of light in the midst of the looming storm.

The diner's door suddenly swung open, and in walked Boone, a towering figure with my four-year-old daughter, Caroline, perched high on his shoulders. "Here she comes, Ms. America!" Boone's southern twang echoed through the small space, causing a few of the older folks to turn their heads in mild disapproval. Caroline's infectious giggle, so reminiscent of her father's, rang out as she played along with the theatrics, her smile radiant as ever.

I watched as the two of them made their way through the diner, drawing smiles and curious glances from the other patrons. Caroline's tiny hand waved enthusiastically at the strangers, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Boone, ever the playful uncle, hammed it up for her, making exaggerated gestures and funny faces that elicited peals of laughter from the little girl perched on his shoulders.

As Boone approached our table, I made space for him in the booth, eagerly awaiting Caroline's arrival. Her tiny hands reached out for me as I gently lifted her off his shoulders, her eyes alight with excitement. "Mommy, Daddy said I could go with him and Uncle Booney when the 'nado comes," she announced proudly. "Daddy said there's gonna be one real soon."

My eyes immediately darted to where Boone still stood, his gaze evading mine as he focused intently on the intricate pattern of the floor tiles. "No," I said firmly, my hand instinctively reaching out to gently grasp Caroline's pigtailed braid. "Sweetheart, it's far too dangerous to go with Daddy and Uncle Boone. You need to stay here with me where it's safe."

Caroline's face began to crumple into a disappointed pout, her lower lip trembling slightly. Her eyes, usually bright with curiosity and mischief, now filled with a mixture of defiance and longing. "No, Mommy," she protested, her voice rising in a blend of frustration and determination. "I want to go with Daddy!"

Her attitude shifted suddenly, like a fault line in an earthquake, her small arms crossing over her chest in a display of stubborn defiance. The tension in the room seemed to thicken as her words hung in the air, charged with the raw energy of a child's unwavering will.

I let out a frustrated sigh, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on me. My eyes flicked over to Lilly, her expression a mixture of concern and understanding.

"Caroline, I'm not having this argument with you," I said firmly, my voice tinged with a hint of exasperation. The tears that had been threatening to spill over now glistened in Caroline's wide green eyes, her lower lip quivering with unshed emotion.

"You're not going, and that's final," I stated, my tone leaving no room for further negotiation. The air in the room seemed to thicken with the weight of my words, the tension between us palpable.

Caroline's shoulders slumped in defeat, her small form trembling with suppressed emotion. A single tear escaped her eye, trailing down her cheek in a silent testament to her disappointment.

Lilly sat forward, her presence a comforting anchor. "Caroline, honey, Mommy is just trying to keep you safe. Sometimes we have to trust that the grown-ups know what's best for us, even when it's hard to understand."

“But you go with daddy to the nados.” Caroline's matter-of-fact statement catching Lilly off guard, her surprise evident in the way her brow furrowed slightly.

"Well," Lilly began, her voice gentle yet tinged with a sense of hesitation. "It's my job to go with your dad and help with the tornadoes. But if my mom told me not to, then I would listen to her and stay behind." Lilly and I shared a knowing glance, a silent acknowledgment passing between us.

We both knew her words were a facade, a carefully constructed lie meant to shield Caroline from the harsh realities of the world. Lilly's mother's disapproval of her association with Tyler and the gang was no secret, a source of tension that simmered beneath the surface of their relationship.

The chimes above the door sounded again as Tyler stepped across the threshold. His smile on display as he greeted those in the restaurant, sparking a conversation with the random patrons. “Daddy!” Caroline quickly stood on the booth’s seat, her arms waving in the air to get Tyler’s attention.

Tyler waved goodbye to his admirers, his smile growing even wider as he approached our booth. As he drew closer, I could already anticipate the first thing that would escape Caroline's lips—the reminder of how I had told her she couldn't go with him on a chase, a trait she had undoubtedly inherited from me.

"Hey there, sweet pea," Tyler greeted Caroline, his voice brimming with affection as he stepped behind the booth. Caroline's arms instinctively wrapped around his neck as he lifted her out of the seat with practiced ease. "Have you gotten something to eat yet?"

Caroline nestled her head against Tyler's shoulder, her small frame shaking with soft sniffles. Concern etched across his face, Tyler gently pressed, "What's wrong, baby?" He reached up to wipe away a stray tear that was making its way down her cheek.

"Mommy won't let me go with you and Uncle Booney for the nado chase," Caroline whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of disappointment and longing.

 Tyler's gaze, the same shade of green as Caroline, locked onto mine with a mix of curiosity and concern. "What's the deal, Riley?" he inquired, his voice gentle but probing.

My face betrayed my emotions before I could even formulate a response. A wave of unease and protectiveness washed over me as I struggled to find the right words to convey my concerns.

"The deal, Tyler, is that she's just a baby," I began, my voice tinged with a blend of firmness and vulnerability. "She doesn't need to be out in the truck, spinning around in a tornado. It's not safe for you and the guys, and it's definitely not safe for a 4-year-old child."

"I'm not a baby, mommy!" Caroline quipped, her voice filled with a mix of defiance and determination, catching me off guard.

My eyebrows raised in surprise at her unexpected retort. "Well, you're my baby, little girl, and like I said, it’s too dangerous to be out there with daddy. Maybe when you're a little older – say twenty –“

“Twenty!” Tyler exclaimed. “You can’t have her living in a bubble all her life, Riley.”

The atmosphere in the room grew tense as my jaw slacked in immediate anger, my eyes narrowing as Tyler stared back at me. "Excuse me?" I retorted; my voice edged with frustration. "Like you have any control of that, since I'm the primary parent here and you're just someone who comes and goes like the fucking wind you chase!"

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed as Boone and Lilly stepped forward, "Hey, little bean—" Lilly approached Tyler and Caroline, who was actually crying at this point. My frustration with Tyler causing me to forget that she was right in front of me in his arms.

"Why don’t you come with us and help us sell some t-shirts?" Lilly suggested, her warm smile aimed at Caroline, who sniffled and wiped away her tears.

Boone stepped lightly behind me, his easygoing demeanor a calming presence. "Yeah, who's gonna turn down an adorable kid?" he added with a playful grin, trying to lighten the mood.

I hastily ran a hand through my hair as Caroline climbed into Lilly's arms, her giggles filling the room and momentarily easing the tension. Tyler's face remained stoic as he sent glares my way, the unspoken emotions between us hanging heavy in the air.

Feeling the weight of his gaze, I met his eyes with a mix of defiance and weariness. The complexities of our relationship, the unresolved issues simmering beneath the surface, were laid bare in that moment of silent confrontation.

Tyler's voice was low and filled with hurt as he spoke, "That was a really shitty thing to do, Riley. To bring that up in front of Caroline – make me look like a bad dad. Real nice."

I lowered my head in frustration as Tyler stormed past me, his steps purposeful and heavy. The hushed whispers of those around us mingled with the clinking of cutlery, casting a spotlight on our tense exchange. With a heavy sigh, I gathered my composure, steeling myself against the onslaught of prying eyes and whispered conversations. The weight of their scrutiny bore down on me, a reminder of the fragility of our private struggles in a very public setting.

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A Secret Romantic-Benedict Bridgerton x Reader x Eloise Bridgerton (Platonic)-(Part 5/?)

(GIF credit to @inglourious-imagines​)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

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Summary: As (Y/N) and Benedict’s relationship starts to develop, Lord Belby starts his plan to get the girl he wants.

Characters: Benedict Bridgerton x Reader, Bridgerton Family x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Forwardness (?), but mostly a LOT of fluff

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The Bridgerton's cheered as (Y/N) scored a strike as they bowled. She gratefully smiled at them, thankful that she wasn't making a fool of herself.

"Are you a sportswoman Miss (Y/N)?" Anthony asked in disbelief."We are only three turns in and that is your third strike!"

"My father used to play this all the time with me when I was a little girl. It's also his favourite game because he always wins. Or used to that is."

They laughed. Benedict's loving smile hadn't left his face since they linked arms. Although his family made him nervous, in case they said something outlandish, he loved that everyone was getting on. It was as if he and (Y/N) were already married.

Oh, marriage.

Of course the thought had crossed his mind. He wouldn't pursue the lady if he didn't see that kind of future together. But it still shocked him that the thought came to him so casually.

Anthony was next to bowl, he was desperate to also earn a strike. Not only because a lady was beating him, but he couldn't believe how poorly he was doing. Everyone watched in anticipation as the eldest took his turn, hitting nine pins, the last one wobbling teasingly. Holding his breath, Anthony groaned when it didn't fall over.

"Perhaps Lady (Y/N) should be giving you tips brother." Daphne giggled.

"Perhaps she should. Though I don't suppose you've ever played Pall-mall?"

"Only a couple of times. Why, is that your area of expertise?"

"Do not get him started." Benedict mumbled.

Anthony ignored him."I am a humble man, though I do seem to win every time."

"Because you threaten us otherwise." Daphne smirked.

"My siblings jest."

"Well, perhaps I should give this Pall-mall game another go, it would be delightful to beat you at your own game Viscount Bridgerton."

The siblings were all laughing under their breath. (Y/N) worried for a second that she had gone too far, until she saw Anthony smirking at her. It was easy to banter with the Bridgertons, she felt so comfortable with them.

"Where's Eloise?" Gregory asked, looking around.

"I thought she was sat over there, reading a book." Colin said.

"She didn't even have a book with her."

"That makes a change."

"Can she not do as she's told for one day?" Anthony sighed."I apologise for my sister, Lady (Y/N)."

"There's no need to apologise. I'm sure she's content wherever she is."

Eloise sat on a stone bench away from the party, scribbling in her small, conceivable notebook. Lady Whistledown was still out there, writing away just as she was. Whenever she thought she found something to get her closer to the answer, Eloise found herself ten steps back.

"You're fond of that notebook, aren't you?" Lord Belby startled her.

"Uh, pardon me my Lord, I-"

"Not used to talking to men I see?"

"Do you always converse by asking questions?"

He chuckled, taking a seat next to her. Eloise shuffled away, not being subtle about it.

"Eloise Bridgerton, it doesn't surprise me to see you out here alone."

"Have you been spying on me?"

"You're the talk of the ton, Eloise."

"Am I?"

"Of course. With a fiery personality such as yours, how could anyone ignore it?"

"I really must go Lord Belby, it is inappropriate that we are alone." she abruptly stood.

"I don't think you're one to play by the rules."

Eloise halted."I am not. But I also will not be the centre of idle gossip amongst this infuriating ton. Good day my lord."

She swiftly turned again, her pace quick as she tried to get away from Belby. They couldn't be seen together, it was one of the top rules in society. Eloise had already caused her mother enough stress, she wouldn't add this. Glancing back, she saw Lord Belby still sat, gazing at her with a cocky smile. Something about him made her writhe, he was uncomfortable to be around, you knew he was going to do or say something that you wouldn't like.

Belby kept a calm demeanour, cursing on the inside. He thought she would be a somewhat easier target. Not a lot of men went after her, Belby believed she would be swooned by him. Although frustrated, Belby held his composure as he thought of another plan. It was going to be more difficult than he thought.

Meanwhile, Lady Danbury was up to her matchmaking antics. Well, she had no need to make the match, that part was already done for her. However, she saw how the newest couple were antsy, they wished for more time together. Needing to abide by the laws of society, Lady Danbury took Violet and Lady (Y/L/N) aside, suggesting they chaperone the couple away from the guests. The mothers were on board straight away, smiling mischievously as they approached (Y/N) and Benedict.

"They definitely don't look as if they are up to something." Benedict whispered to (Y/N), following where he was looking.

"We better stay as a team then." she replied, her grip slightly tightening on his elbow.

"We were about to take a walk around my new extention of the garden. Care to join us?" Lady Danbury casually asked.

Benedict and (Y/N) knew that this was all part of some plan, but agreed anyway. To their surprise, they followed behind the women, thinking that they would want to spy on them. Neither of them complained, feeling relieved as the guests thinned out, walker slower on purpose as to distance themselves from the others.

"This is nice." (Y/N) cringed at her wording.

Benedict grinned down at her."It is. I hope this isn't too brash (Y/N), but I have been wishing for more time together everyday."

"That is nowhere near harsh Benedict, seeing as we were alone only the last time we saw each other."

"That is true. And I would take that risk again."

"Would you?"

"Yes. Would you not?"

"Oh, I would." (Y/N) was blushing.

Benedict could see she felt cheeky by saying the truth. He liked this side of her, it was fun, honest.

"I would enjoy your company in my home. Would you and your parents care to join us for dinner one evening?"

"Of course! Mother will be thrilled!"

"And your father?"

(Y/N) hesitated."He has been strange these last few days. I'm not sure what is wrong with him. But he does favour you Benedict, do not worry."

"And you are sure of this?"

"Yes! How could he not?"

"You charm me Lady (Y/N)."

"Good, my plan is working then."

Eloise decided against telling her family of the occurrence with Lord Belby. It would only cause disruption, especially from her brothers. No harm came of it and no one saw them. The sun was setting, signalling the end of Lady Danbury's event. Families began leaving, slowly trickling away, each thanking their hostess. The Bridgertons and (Y/L/N)'s made their way out of Lady Danbury' s home together, chatting away until they found themselves outside the home.

"Lord (Y/L/N), my family would love to extend an invitation for dinner at our home." Anthony asked.

"Oh marvelous!" he joyfully replied."Yes, we would gladly accept."

"I shall have the details sent to you. It has been a pleasure to speak with you again."

Formalities were shared as everyone said their goodbyes, heading to their carriages. Benedict made sure he and (Y/N) were the last to leave.

"I await your visit." he said.

"With much anticipation." (Y/N) replied.

If no one was looking, she could have kissed him there and then. Of course, she didn't actually have the confidence to do so, but she couldn't stop thinking about it. Benedict hesitantly left, keeping an eye on (Y/N) as she made her way to her carriage. He watched as she climbed in before getting in himself.

"You are truly smitten Benedict." Daphne teased as they set off.

In (Y/N)'s carriage, the tone was slightly different.

"Darling, where's Lord Belby?" (Y/N)'s mother asked.

"He will no longer reside with us."

"Why not?"

"He is not the respectable gentleman I thought him to be. I don't want him anywhere near our daughter either."

"I always had a suspicion about him, he was far too confident."

"The servants will start packing his belongings as soon as we step foot in our home. I am sorry I let a man like that near my girls."

"Oh darling," Lady (Y/L/N) put her hand on his,"do not apologise. You are doing the right thing now."

"We just need to look to the future now. We have a dinner to attend to in a few days, and we must be ready."

"You make it sound like a military operation." (Y/N) joked.

"And I have the best soldiers with me."

Violet was ecstatic to have the (Y/L/N)'s for dinner, things were moving swiftly. However, she was a nightmare for her children as she tried to quickly plan the evening. What food would they serve? What entertainment could they provide? Would her children behave as they should?

"Benedict, how could you not ask her what her favourite dessert is? You knew we were going to ask them for dinner." Violet stressed.

"It wasn't exactly the first question I thought to ask mother." Benedict defended himself.

"I'm sorry dear, I just want everything to go well."

They had been walking the halls of their house when he stopped her.

"It will. The (Y/L/N) are not a snobbish family, they are grateful and respectful. Even if (Y/N) hated something she would still be polite as to not hurt anyone's feelings. Please mama, just calm down."

Violet smiled."You really like this girl, don't you?"

Benedict nodded, cheeks tinting red slightly, but he wasn't embarrassed to talk about his feelings. It was still young love after all.

"I really like her too, Benedict."

"You definitely approve?"

"I have approved from day one. And I think Anthony has taken a liking to her too. He didn't stop talking about his defeat in bowls yesterday."

"That makes me very happy. I would never bring someone into the family who did not get along with everyone."

"She is going to be very lucky to have you Benedict. I'm so happy for you."

Violet pulled him in for a hug, wishing he was a little boy again so she could pick him up. Almost all of her children were grown, her boys were certainly men and much taller than her; she had to squeeze extra tight to ensure it felt like a proper hug.

"I shan't pester you any longer."

Benedict slowly loosened his grip."How about I help you finish the menu for the dinner?"

Violet grinned, holding onto his hand as they headed to the kitchen. It was all going to work out.

(Y/N) checked over herself in the mirror for the fifth time, checking she had all of her accessories and not a hair was out of place. She was questioning her outfit. Was it the right dress? It was beautiful, maybe too much? So many flaws screamed at her. She knew the only reason she was nervous was because it was a more intimate affair, both families stuck at the dinner table, having to make conversation that flowed for the evening. They couldn't rely on other families in case there was nothing to talk about. Oh God, would her and Benedict run out of things to say to each other?

"(Y/N), we must make haste." her mother cheerily called.

Sighing, (Y/N) hoped her worries would fade away. Everything was headed in the right direction, so why was she worrying? This is what she wanted. She didn't want anything to ruin it. What that could be, she didn't know. Dismissing her thoughts, (Y/N) hurried to meet her parents in the foyer, excitement rising as she thought about Benedict.

It had been so much more peaceful in the house since Belby had left. There was an air of tension he brought, but you didn't realise it until he left. All of his things were gone, he had left in such a huff, it was hard for (Y/N) not to laugh.

The Bridgerton House was beautiful. It suited them, it was obviously majestic yet humble. It helped that it wasn't garnished with hideous and outrageous decor like some homes. The Bridgertons waited in their own foyer, hearing the carriage pull up.

"Right, best behaviour everyone. This is a potential future Bridgerton." Violet instructed.

"Mama-" Benedict rolled his eyes, but straightened up as the door opened.

"Lord and Lady (Y/L/N) and Lady (Y/N)." the doorman announced.

Benedict almost lost his breath. (Y/N) was dazzling. Her dress was sparkling under the lights, the catching reflections hitting her skin, somehow her eyes were more captivating than usual. Even when her parents approached the family to greet them, his eyes never left (Y/N), mouth slightly open in awe.

Once everyone had exchanged their kind words, they headed to the dining room, Benedict and (Y/N) trailing behind, arms linked.

"Are you alright Benedict?" (Y/N) asked.

"You look stunning."

"Oh, Benedict-"

"Sorry, I do not mean to be forward. It is true though. I cannot fathom how you become more beautiful everytime I see you."

(Y/N) was quite flustered."You flatter me too much."

"It's not enough I'm afraid. You shall have to endure many more compliments from me."

"No one has ever been so sweet to me."

"And I intend to shower you with all the affection you deserve."

"I am sorry that I am no so talented at complimenting you."

"There is no need."

(Y/N) wished they hadn't made it to the dining room so quickly. Benedict directed her to her seat, pushing in her chair as she sat and taking his place beside her. He grimaced slightly when he saw Eloise on the other side to her, wishing it was Daphne instead. He knew they got along, but Eloise was getting more comfortable with (Y/N), meaning she could blurt out anything.

"Isn't this lovely?" Violet happily chirped.

"Thank you for welcoming us into your beautiful home Lady Bridgerton. We were most gracious to receive an invitation." Lord (Y/L/N) said."And it is wonderful to meet the rest of the Bridgerton's I have heard so much about."

"All good things I hope." Anthony (mostly) joked.

"Oh of course!" Lady (Y/L/N) smiled."Eloise, I hear that you are on the hunt for Lady Whistledown."

The table went silent. Eloise knew her mama would not want this to be the topic of conversation, especially since they had been here for all of five minutes. But she had also been told to entertain their guests, why not amuse them?

She had a smug smile as she spoke."Yes. I believe she is among us in the Ton."

"Really? Any ideas whom it could be?"

"Well, yes and no. I do not have the sufficient amount of evidence to pinpoint anyone in particular. Lady Whistledown is very smart, she knows how to cover her tracks."

"Or he is." Gregory teased.

"It is definitely a woman, a man could not write in the way that she does."

"Perhaps it is a man and a woman?" Benedict suggested. All heads turned to him, waiting for an explanation."Well, I mean, the papers sell well, she must be earning a lot of money. Perhaps a man thought of a business opportunity to sell gossip and no one suspects a woman in the first place. Also, it is much easier for women to overhear gossip."

Everyone thought about it for a moment. It was a good theory. Eloise scoffed.

"Although I admire the thought behind it, I still think it is one lone woman writing these articles."

"That's because you want it to be a woman."

"But in answer to your question, Lady (Y/L/N), I will still be conducting my investigations for a little longer."

"It's all very scandalous isn't it?"

(Y/N) quietly giggled at her mother. She got so excited over things not deemed proper in high society. The appetisers were soon brought out, ending the conversation much to Violet's relief. Everyone started their own conversations with one another as they ate.

"I am sorry about my mother, Eloise." (Y/N) said."She loves Lady Whistledown, like all mothers do. She was very excited when I was mentioned in the paper."

"I just don't think it's right. She's allowed to overhear gossip and spread it around the Ton, yet no repercussions come to her. Even the Queen can't do anything, this woman is impossible to find."

"You'll be able to figure it out. It might take a little longer than you like. You finally have a worthy opponent."

Eloise smiled.“Yes, it appears I have.”

“(Y/N),” Benedict stirred her away attention away from his sister,“um...”

Now he didn’t know what to say. He knew he wanted to talk to (Y/N), but he had panicked, thinking Eloise may say something regrettable. 

“Are you alright Benedict?”

“Yes, I...I was just going to ask how you were finding the food?”

“Oh, it’s lovely, thank you.”

“I hope my family aren’t too much.”

“Of course they aren’t. What gave you that silly idea?”

“I mean, sometimes we can be a little-”

“Benedict, you are by far the loveliest family I have ever met, and I am not trying to butter you up. I mean it. I;m very happy spending time with you and your family.”

What she really wanted to say was how lucky she would feel being a part of this family, but (Y/N) thought that might be too much. The pair shared a sweet smile, going back to their food until the doors opened.

“We’re not qiute ready for our mains yet.” Violet said to the butler.

“Pardon the intrusion.”

Violet turned in her seat at the unfamilar voice, frowning when she saw Lord Belby dwaggering into the room. He looked extremely smug.

“I just hate missing out on dinner parties.”

[pinkykitten]

hey bby! I've just had a massive bingo read of basically all your work so I was hoping you could add me to the tag lists of all your fandoms and characters, except the anime ones (no hate to anime I've just never gotten into it) thank you love <3333

aye np! everyone likes what they like! don’t worry im not one of those anime fans that like wants to murder u when u don’t like anime haha 😆 i respect everyone’s likes and dislikes. but ty for giving my blog a read that means a lot to me ty! i will def put u on the taglist.

[worldoftom]

Heyyyy can you tag me when you post chapters for 'Riding My' ?? Xxx

Hi, of course! Thank you for reading 😊 x

» read Riding My ☆ Prologue here

[elliesguitarstrings]

Waterproof

Masterlist

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Summary: Peter sees a joke tiktok about boobs being able to come off, and you try to see how far the joke can go.

Based off this tiktok:

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMJvEv7MD/

A/N: I saw this tiktok this morning and idk why but I immediately thought of Peter and how he would totally believe it. I wrote this in about 15 mins during class because I was bored but I hope y’all enjoy.

Warnings: talking about boobs (in a non-sexual way), language

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You and Peter are hanging out in his bedroom after school, as you did every day. You were supposed to be studying for your chemistry test, but instead you two are just sitting on his bed, both of you mindlessly scrolling through tiktok.

It was fairly quiet, but not at all in an awkward way. Occasionally you show him a funny tiktok or he shows one to you, and you both chuckle, but other than that it was silent.

That is, until Peter yells, “WHAT THE FUCK?”

You can’t hear the tiktok, since he has his earbuds in, but you can obviously tell he was shocked. You look over at him, watching the same video over and over again, visibly confused.

“Show me the video, I wanna see!” you laugh, reaching for his phone.

You lunge at him across the bed, but he quickly hides his phone behind a pillow and presses his back against, making sure you can’t get to it.

“Peter, what’s the big deal? Just show me the video!”

He looks at you in horror, and you truly have no idea why. His eyes seem to scan up and down your body, still horrified, and for some reason, land right on your boobs.

Why the fuck would he be staring at your boobs? It’s not like he’s checking you out or anything, he looks completely disgusted.

“Peter, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Um, nothing?” he mumbles, still staring at your chest.

“Peter?”

No response, it’s as if he’s in some sort of trance.

“Peter?”

Still nothing.

“PETER PARKER! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STARING AT MY BOOBS?”

He finally snaps out of it, looking you in the face. Wide-eyed and still in obvious shock (and you don’t have a single clue as to why) he gulps.

“Are you gonna answer my question?”

He immediately goes red in the face, seemingly finally realizing that he had just been staring at your tits for the past minute straight.

“Oh my god, oh my god, I’m so sorry. It’s just, um, the tiktok I just saw.”

“What?” you are still so confused.

Still red as a tomato, he looks down, avoiding your eyes, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Um, sure? Ask me anything,” you reply, still confused and at this point, a little concerned.

“Doyourboobscomeoff?” he mumbles.

Did you hear that right?

“What was that?”

“Do your – um – do your – um – boobs like – um – come off?”

Your first instinct is to burst out into laughter, but soon you realize he’s not joking. He seems to genuinely believe that your boobs are able to detach from your body.

When you are silent, he adds, “It’s just in the tiktok I just watched this girl was saying that she couldn’t take her boobs off to get in the shower and that they were stuck and that she couldn’t shower or else her boobs would get ruined and all the girls in the comments were agreeing and saying that they got waterproof ones so they didn’t have to take them off every time the get in the shower and stuff,” he rambles.

Jesus christ. This poor kid actually believes that girl’s boobs come off. Did he not learn anything in health class?

You should tell him the truth, that boobs do not, in fact, detach from the body. But instead, you decide to fuck with him a little bit to see just how much he would believe.

You stare him directly in the eyes, trying your best not to break.

“Okay Peter, don’t freak out, but yes, they do come off. I have to take them off when I get in the shower or else they will rot and get ruined and all shriveled up and gross. I should get waterproof ones but they are soooo expensive and well, you know I don’t have that kind of money.”

Peter is still in complete shock.

“Wait, so like, where do they go when you take them off? Do you have to take them off in the pool too? Are there like, just, holes on your chest where the boobs are supposed to go?”

You are trying so hard not to smile or laugh, “Well, most girls have a little bag to put them in, but I’m usually pretty lazy so sometimes I just put them on the bathroom counter so I can put them right back on after I dry off. And no, I don’t have to take them off in the pool, because my swimsuit covers them so they don’t get wet. And there aren’t holes in my chest, my chest looks just like yours, they just kinda latch on I guess.”

At this point, Peter completely believes you, and he actually seems really worried.

“Does- does it hurt when you take them off?”

You can’t hold it in anymore. You burst out into a fit of hysterical laughter, all while Peter stares at you, dumbfounded.

“Why are you laughing? This is serious, I’m genuinely concerned for your health!”

“Peter… you don’t seriously believe that my boobs come off do you?” you laugh breathlessly.

“Wait, what? You’ve been lying to me?”

“Of course I’ve been lying to you Peter! Why would you ever think that my boobs aren’t attached to my body?”

“Because you told me they weren’t!”

“You are so fucking dumb Parker,” you state, still chuckling.

Peter starts to smile, finally taking the joke, “I hate you so much Y/N.”

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Kansas Anymore: Drabble #1

Tyler Owens x OC

Summary: In which Riley Owens, the ex-wife of the infamous Tornado Wrangler, has 36 hours to come to terms if moving to a whole new country with their small daughter is something she truly wants to do.

Warnings: Cursing, angst

✶ Chapter One ✶ Chapter Two ✶

■ Italics = Flashback

■ A/N: So this is just a little outtake update. These drabbles will be focused in the past and will spill the tea on Tyler and Riley's relationship - good and bad. I am gonna start writing chapter three in the coming days so be on the lookout for that... And I may have another fic on the brain... Stay tuned ❤️

■ Taglist is available - just drop a comment! Would love to hear your thoughts, questions, or maybe just drop by to say hello! Can’t wait to hear from y'all

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“You can’t be serious right now!” My knuckles were white as my fingers curled tightly around the handle that sat above the window. “You’re gonna get us killed – fucking turn around!”

The car veered sharply around a corner, tires squealing against the asphalt. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing like a drum in my ears. The sky was pitch black, the only light coming from the dim glow of the dashboard and the constant flash of lightening high in the sky.

“Relax, I’ve got this!” Tyler’s voice was steady, but I could see the tension in his clenched jaw and the way his eyes darted to the rearview mirror as the funnel barreled closer.

“Relax? Are you kidding me?” I shouted over the roar of the engine. “We’re not in some action movie! You’re gonna get us both killed!”

He didn’t answer, just pressed harder on the gas pedal. The speedometer needle climbed higher, and I could feel the car vibrating with the effort. I glanced out the window, trees blurring into a dark smear as we raced past them.

“We can’t outrun a tornado, Tyler!” I yelled, the panic rising in my throat. “This is insane!”

Tyler glanced over, his hands reaching over, pulling the belt tighter across my chest. “Wanna bet?”

The wind howled outside, shaking the truck as if it were a toy. Debris flew past the windshield, some of it slamming against the car with loud thuds. I could barely see the road ahead; the rain was falling in sheets, and the wipers struggled to keep up.

“Tyler, please!” I tried to keep my voice steady, but it cracked with fear. “We need to find shelter, now!”

He ignored me, his eyes fixed on the road, his knuckles as white as mine on the steering wheel. The car hit a pothole, and we were jolted violently, my head smacking against the window despite the seatbelt. Pain shot through my skull, and I tasted blood.

“Damn it, Tyler!” I screamed, tears blurring my vision. “This isn’t worth it!”

In the distance, I could see the tornado’s massive funnel, an ominous silhouette against the flashes of lightning. It was like a monstrous black snake, twisting and writhing, consuming everything in its path. The sound was deafening, a constant roar that drowned out even our screaming.

“God dammit, Riley!” Tyler yelled. “I fucking got this!”

But the tornado was gaining on us, its monstrous form growing larger and more terrifying by the second. The air pressure dropped, my ears popping painfully. The car swerved again, narrowly missing a fallen tree branch.

“Tyler, we’re not gonna make it!” I sobbed, clutching the handle above the window as if it were a lifeline. My mind raced, picturing the car being lifted and tossed like a rag doll, the metal crumpling, the glass shattering. This couldn’t be how it ended.

With a final, desperate glance at the rearview mirror, Tyler seemed to make a decision. He yanked the wheel to the right, sending us skidding off the road and into a muddy field. The tires spun, struggling for traction, but Tyler kept the pedal to the metal, urging the car forward.

There wasn’t a house in sight – just an open field. I kept my eyes trained on the scene in front of us, glancing every other second to see how Tyler was reacting. His once cool and calm façade was now replaced by worry and fear – feelings that the so-called tornado wrangler never dared to show.

The car's headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the swirling chaos of wind and rain. The tornado’s monstrous form was a dark shadow against the flashes of lightning, growing larger and more menacing by the second. The air pressure dropped even further, making it hard to breathe, my ears popping painfully.

“Tyler, what are we going to do?” I cried, my voice barely audible over the roar of the storm. “There’s no place to hide!”

Tyler’s eyes darted around, searching for any sign of shelter, but the field stretched endlessly in every direction, offering no refuge. The car hit another bump, and I was thrown against the door, my heart racing faster than ever.

“Just hold on, Riley!” Tyler shouted; his voice tinged with desperation. The tires struggled to find traction in the muddy ground, the car fishtailing wildly.

I wasn’t the praying type – never having grown up going to church and all that, but at that moment I was desperate. “Please God – please God.” I whispered the words like a mantra, hoping some higher power would hear me, even if I had never believed before.

The wind howled around us, the noise deafening, as debris began to pelt the car. The windows rattled, threatening to shatter. The car lurched as it hit another rut, and I could hear Tyler cursing under his breath, fighting to keep control.

“Look!” Tyler yelled, pointing ahead. Through the sheets of rain, I could make out the faint outline of a small bridge, its weathered wood barely standing against the storm.

Tyler didn’t hesitate. He gunned the engine, aiming straight for the structure. The car bounced and jostled over the uneven ground, the structure growing larger and larger in our view. As we neared, Tyler slammed on the brakes, sending the car skidding to a halt against the side of the bridge. Without a word, we both threw open our doors and ran for cover, the wind nearly knocking us off our feet.

“Hold onto that pile!” Tyler’s voice was barely heard over the roar of the wind as I wrapped my arms around the wooden fixture. Tyler’s body hovered over mine as the rain pelted us sideways, mud and debris hitting us as the tornado approached. The red truck that Tyler treasured began to be pulled away only to be slammed back into the side of the bridge, my screams being overshadowed by the wind as nature’s force laid upon us. The wooden planks shuddered as the rusty nails began to give way, ripping off the top.

The bridge groaned and creaked, the old wood and metal straining under the sheer force of the tornado. Splinters flew through the air like missiles, and I pressed my face against the wooden pile, trying to shield myself from the onslaught. Tyler’s grip on me tightened, his body a protective barrier against the fury outside.

“We’re going to make it!” Tyler shouted, though his voice was filled with equal parts determination and fear. I held onto his words like a lifeline, my heart pounding in my chest.

The wind howled louder, and I could feel the bridge lifting slightly beneath us, threatening to be torn from its foundations. My mind raced with images of us being flung into the storm, the bridge collapsing, and Tyler’s truck being swallowed by the tornado. I squeezed my eyes shut, praying for the nightmare to end.

The noise was deafening, a relentless cacophony of wind, rain, and destruction. I felt like I was being pulled in every direction, the tornado’s force almost too much to bear. But Tyler’s presence kept me grounded, his unwavering strength giving me hope.

“Just a little longer!” Tyler yelled, his voice barely audible over the storm. “It’s almost over!”

A loud crack echoed through the air as one of the bridge’s support beams snapped, the structure shuddering violently. I tightened my grip on the pile, my knuckles white with the effort. The wind seemed to intensify, and I could feel my body being lifted slightly off the ground, the pull of the tornado almost irresistible.

And then, as suddenly as it began, the wind started to die down. The roar of the tornado faded, replaced by the steady patter of rain and the distant rumble of thunder. The pressure around us eased, and I dared to open my eyes.

The bridge was still standing, though barely. The top was partially ripped off, and debris was scattered everywhere, but we were alive. Tyler loosened his hold on me, glancing around to assess the damage.

“I think it’s moving away,” he said, his voice filled with cautious relief.

My eyes moved around, my body still shaking as tears started to prick against my eyes. The bridge was a tattered mess but for some reason we were still here – still alive. “You okay, baby?” Tyler’s hand caressed my arm, turning me to face him as he checked for any visible injuries. “Looks like everyth-“

“You stupid fucking asshole!” His body fell back at the force of my push.

Tyler's eyes widened in shock as he stumbled back, trying to comprehend the sudden shift in my demeanor. “What the hell, Riley!”

I could feel the anger boiling inside me, a mixture of fear, relief, and frustration. "You almost got us killed, Tyler! What were you thinking, driving straight into the storm like that?"

His eyes stayed connected with mine, searching for the right words but knowing they would still be wrong in my view. “Baby—” He sighed. “It’s a part of the job – tornadoes are my job.”

I stared at him, incredulous. "Your job? Your job is to drag me into life-and-death situations without even a warning? Without any regard for our safety?"

Tyler ran a hand through his hair, his face a mix of guilt and defensiveness. "I didn't expect it to get this bad. I thought we could get through it like we always do."

"Like we always do?" I echoed, my voice rising. "This isn't some routine storm chase, Tyler. This was a goddamn tornado! I could have died out there! We both could have!"

He took a step closer, his expression softening. "Riley, I know you're scared. I was scared too. But this is what I do. I study storms, I chase them. I can't just sit on the sidelines."

"But why drag me into it?" I asked, tears welling up in my eyes. "I didn't sign up for this."

Tyler took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving mine. "Because I need you with me. You're my anchor, Riley. You keep me grounded. I thought... I thought having you there would make it easier."

I shook my head, the tears spilling over. "It's not easier, Tyler. It's terrifying. I can't go through that again."

He stayed silent for a moment, “Would this be a bad time to ask you to marry me?”

My head jerking up, meeting his gaze, “What?”

I watched as he slowly reached into his denim pocket, pulling out the diamond ring. “I’ve had it in my pocket for about a week now – lost the damn box – almost lost the fucking ring a time or two.”

The tension in the air was palpable as Tyler revealed the ring. Despite the fear and adrenaline coursing through me from the storm, my heart skipped a beat. His eyes were earnest, filled with a mix of hope and apprehension.

"Riley," he began, his voice trembling slightly. "I know this isn't the most romantic proposal, and I know I've put you through hell. But I love you. I want to spend my life with you, chasing storms or not."

I stared at the ring, sparkling even under the dim light, and then back at Tyler. The weight of the moment pressed down on me, the reality of our dangerous lives juxtaposed with the promise of a future together. It was as if the storm outside mirrored the turmoil within me.

"Tyler," I whispered, my voice breaking. "This is crazy. You’re crazy."

He nodded, a small smile forming on his lips. "Maybe I am. But I’m crazy about you, Riley."

A laugh bubbled up, mingling with my tears. Despite everything, despite the fear and the chaos, there was love. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

I took a deep breath, my hand reaching out to touch the ring. "Yes," I said, my voice steadying. "Yes, I'll marry you."

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Tyler's face lit up with joy, and he slipped the ring onto my finger. It felt strange, comforting and surreal all at once. But in that instant, surrounded by the remnants of the storm, it felt right.

Tyler pulled me into an embrace, holding me tight as if he was afraid to let go. I could feel his heart pounding against mine, a rhythm that matched my own. The storm outside seemed to quiet, as if acknowledging the significance of our moment.

"I promise," Tyler murmured into my hair, "I'll do everything I can to keep you safe. I know it's dangerous out there, but I can't imagine facing it without you."

[oskea93]

Hey party people!

So I like to include flashback scenes in my stories since it tells what the characters went through pre story starting. I guess what I’m getting at is for my Tyler Owens fic, would you guys like to read little blurbs about Riley and Tyler pre Kansas Anymore? They’d be like mini chapters on their own and I would love to get input from you guys on what you want to read about their past or just little ideas (requests) regarding the two of them.

Let me know what y’all are thinking in the comments - is this a good or bad idea

Thanks ❤️

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A Secret Romantic-Benedict Bridgerton x Reader x Eloise Bridgerton (Platonic)-(Part 4/?)

(I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF, I GOT IT FROM GOOGLE AND DO NOT KNOW THE ORIGINAL CREATOR)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

MASTERLIST

Tags: @marvel-ousnesss @myficplace-blog @yelenas-lova @rockbumlowlavxnder @s-unflowxr @appledressing @xceafh @seppys-return-to-madness @ellesmythe @too-many-fandoms-and-what-abt-it @nycbaby21 @teenagedirtbag087

Summary: Benedict and (Y/N) are the talk of the Ton, and Lord Belby doesn't like it one bit. His plans seem to fall apart, but he is soon plotting something else.

Characters: Benedict Bridgerton x Reader, Violet Bridgerton x Reader (platonic), Eloise Bridgerton x Reader (platonic), Daphne Bridgerton x Reader (platonic), Anthony Bridgerton x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Some arguing, but mostly fluff

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(A/N: I finished Season 2 of Bridgerton a while back, but what did everyone think? It didn’t have me as gripped as the first season but I still really enjoyed it, my obsession for Benedict has come racing back! I’m also so sorry for the wait, I actually didn’t realise how long it had been since the last part!)

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“An invitation has arrived for you ma’am.” a maid announced to Violet as she entered the drawing room.

Violet thanked her as she opened the delicate paper, a smile appearing when she read it.“Lady Danbury is throwing a Summer Day at her estate!”

Eloise, who was in her usual spot with a book, rolled he eyes, knowing she would be up for another night of looking for suitors. Benedict’s attention was caught now, wondering if (Y/N) would also be there. The other Bridgerton’s were not as fussed about the event, at least there would be games to pass the time. 

“Oh how lovely. Oh, Eloise, that new dress of yours would do very well for this event, the new one Madame Delacroix made-”

“Yes.” Eloise snapped, a sarcastic smile on her face.“Thank you for still dressing me mama, even at this age.”

Violet huffed.“You seemed so vibrant at the (Y/L/N)’s art event last week, I would like to see it again.”

“We will all attend mother. It will be another chance for Benedict to meet with Lady (Y/N).” Anthony smirked.

Benedict hoped he wasn’t blushing as much as he thought he was.

“Of course dear, I didn’t forget about her.”

“You two seemed to be getting along quite well.” Collin pointed out.

“Yes, I suppose we did.” Benedict replied, finding himself getting embarrassed.

“She truly is a beautiful woman, smart and kind too.” Violet beamed.

“I was surprised she wasn’t deemed the diamond of the season.” Hyacinth said.

Benedict smiled at his sister’s words. How right she was. But it also made him glad, because it meant that not all men were flocking to her, well, not as quickly anyway. He had never been interested in a woman like this before. He always brushed off the idea of marriage until Anthony was wed, but it seemed he was going to be the first brother to marry. Benedict wanted to speak to her all the time, hold her, paint her, write poetry about her; and he had been so close to kissing her.

“How sweet of you to say.” Violet smiled at her youngest.“Now, Benedict dear,” she sat beside him,“we need to make a plan-”

“Oh mother, I do not need to plan how I will speak with Lady (Y/N).” Benedict sighed.

“I have no doubt that your conversation flows freely, it is the other suitors you need to be wary of. You said yourself how many there were when she was called upon.”

“I don’t think he needs to worry about that.” Eloise spoke up.“Lady (Y/N) has a mind of her own, she will be having this same conversation with her parents.”

“Well, let us hope you are right, Eloise. I personally would not let this woman get away if I were you Benedict.”

(Y/N) felt tense at her family breakfast, hating how the seating arrangement had been made. She had not realised that Lord Belby would be staying with them for the week, his excuse was that it was in the final stages of being refurbished, and he wanted to see his home for the first time in all its glory. So when (Y/N) saw Lord Belby seated across from her at breakfast, she found it hard to keep herself composed.

She tried to hide behind the latest issue of Lady Whistledown, only to be more disappointed when she saw she had wasted her ink on Lord Belby.

'And dear reader, we have a new face amongst us in the Ton. The creative Lord Belby introduced himself at the (Y/L/N)'s Art Exhibition, and it seemed he has caught the attention of many young ladies already. He has already achieved what many gentlemen this season have failed to do; gain a woman's undivided attention.'

(Y/N) slipped the paper under herself on the chair, she didn't want to give Belby a chance to read it, it would only boost his already enormous ego.

Her parents did not know of his rudeness at their event, she thought it would disappoint them to see her disrespecting their guest. And Benedict was not here to save her today, she hadn’t stopped thinking about him since.

“Lady Danbury has issued out invitations, she is holding a Summer Day.” Lady (Y/L/N) told the table.

“What a marvelous way to head into the summer season.” Lord Belby said, and (Y/N) wanted to roll her eyes.

“Well, I should hope a certain Lord Bridgerton will be in attendance.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but smile widely at her mother who was also excited. 

“Now darling, we mustn’t get too ahead of ourselves.” Lord (Y/L/N) said.“He is only one of the many possibilities on the table.”

“I don’t see this as a bad thing. They get along very well.”

“They have met twice.”

“And they will meet many more times this season. (Y/N), we shall head to the modiste this afternoon.”

“You don’t have a dress already?”

“Not for this occasion, especially when (Y/N) could be speaking with her future husband.”

Belby quietly chuckled.“Not Lord Bridgerton I hope.”

“And why not, Lord Belby?” (Y/N) finally spoke.

“Well, after that scandal with his younger sister and the Duke last season-”

“Oh, forgive me for speaking out, Lord Belby,” (Y/N)’s mother giggled,“but no one cares about that anymore. And they are a very happy family. Besides, that will all be forgotten about once (Y/N) and Lord Benedict Bridgerton are the newest couple.”

Lord Belby only humoured his hosts, not wanting to be rude. He thought it would be easy to persuade the mother that he was a perfect match for their daughter, the father took no convincing (not when Belby flaunted his wealth), though know he had a challenge on his hands. Maybe if he had gone to the ball prior to his art exhibition, he might have nabbed one of the prettiest girls in the Ton before this Brigderton boy. There was still time.

Madame Delacroix had a satisfied smile on her face as the (Y/L/N)'s walked in. The mother was obsessed with dressing her daughter in the finest and most up to date dresses, meaning more money for the seamstress. (Y/N) did love looking elegant too, and seeing as she had Benedict to impress, she was more invested in the fabrics than usual. Just as Madame Delacroix started sizing up the young woman for another dress, the bell above the door rang again, turning the ladies' heads.

"Ah, Lady Bridgerton, I shall be just a moment." Delacroix smiled.

"Thank you." Violet replied as she approached."Lady (Y/L/N), Lady (Y/N), this is a lovely surprise."

Eloise could have rolled her eyes. Violet had forced Eloise to go shopping with her, before she and the couch became fused, she was always sat there with a book. They had no reason to come into the modiste, but Violet saw an opportunity to know her potential in-laws better.

"My, (Y/N), that colour looks radiant on you." Violet complimented.

(Y/N) grinned, hiding her slight nerves."Thank you. Eloise, are you here for a new dress?"

"No, I have far too many at home as it is." she said without thinking, knowing her mother had just sent her a look.

(Y/N) hid her laughter, but smiled knowingly at Eloise

"No we are just here for some accessories, aren't we?" Violet said.

"Well, seeing as Lady Danbury is having a lovely Summer Day, we thought it was a good excuse to buy another dress." (Y/N)'a mother joked.

"Yes, we are also in attendance. I do hope we run into each other again."

"I have no doubt we will all be spending time with a Bridgertin or two."

The mothers may as well have winked at each other, giddy at the thought of their children seeing one another again. Eloise just smiled at (Y/N) before she was dragged away, everyone knew her and Benedict liked each other, why were they being so secretive?

The three eldest Bridgerton boys used the sunny weather to their advantage, brushing up on their fencing skills. Benedict was supposed to be the umpire on the sides as Colin and Anthony sparred, but he couldn't concentrate.

"That was clearly a foul!" Anthony huffed."Benedict, are you not paying attention?"

Benedict shook his head, as if he were shaking off something."Sorry, I was simply daydreaming."

"Probably about the Lady (Y/N)." Colin teased.

"I know you like her brother but could you please give us your time just for fencing?"

"I actually wasn't thinking about her." Benedict slightly lied."I was wondering about Lord Belby."

Colin relaxed onto the nearby bench, much to Anthony's annoyance."Oh, I didn't know you had called on him as well."

"Very funny. What do you two know about him?"

"Well," Anthony knew that the activity had stopped now,"he's not a very good gentleman, and that's putting it lightly."

"How do you mean?"

"He is good with the ladies, but that only means he talks to and uses a lot of them. And I mean proper ladies, not ladies of the night."

"A dishonourable man living in the (Y/L/N)'s home, and they don't even know it."

"No, I'm sure Lord (Y/L/N) knows nothing about that side of him. His daughter certainly wouldn't be around Belby, that's for sure."

"You are worried he will try to woo her, aren't you?" Colin asked.

"I mean, yes, a little, but I know she doesn't like him."

"Then you have nothing to be worried about."

"It just doesn't seem right."

"Well, lucky for you, she seems to dote on you for some reason. We all know you two will be attached by the arm at Lady Danbury's next event."

The Ton was buzzing as everyone invited to the Summer Day made their way to Lady Danbury's estate. Would Lady Whistledown write about today? Or more specifically, would she write more about the new Lord Belby or the next potential engagement?

(Y/N) found it hard to keep her breathing steady as they walked out to the garden. Thee were lots of people looking at her, strangers who she had never spoken to were suddenly making small talk. Her parents were taking it all in, enjoying the attention, their daughter was the talk of the ton. Belby had also tagged along (well, technically he was invited), meaning (Y/N) clung to her mother's arm. She didn't want to give Belby a chance to grab her. It seemed her mother didn't mind either, she actually didn't want Belby near her daughter, she didn't want people getting the wrong impression that Belby now had her.

"Lady Danbury," Lady (Y/L/N) greeted as the family saw their hostess,"an exquisite day by your hand as usual."

"I appreciate the high praises from you just arriving. But I must say, I was happy with the quick response from my invitation."

"Of course, we love any event you host."

(Y/N) wished her mother wasn't so pleasing. She sounded desperate for validation.

"You are always welcome in my home. And how could I miss seeing the most talked about suitors of the ton? Imagine, my event was the day you two finally announced something special."

(Y/N)'s father nervously chuckled, ending up spluttering everywhere. The group watched him as he recovered himself.

"Lady Danbury, you are bold with your words."

She had a smirk on her face."I am excited is all."

"The pair have only spoken a couple of times-"

"If I recall correctly, wasn't there a similar couple in our midst, professing their love for each other and marrying quite swiftly? And everyone thought them to be the sweetest pairing of the year."

(Y/N) smiled at Lady Danbury, who winked back. (Y/N)'s parents had fallen in love quickly, as Lady Danbury said, everyone knew it was a solid and secure marriage that would be filled with happiness. However, the word' love' threw her for a second. She no doubt had feelings for Benedict, and she knew he felt the same, but that word had very strong meanings behind it; it wasn't a word you tossed around lightly.

"I do think Miss (Y/L/N) should like to take a walk with me. Shall we dear?" Lady Danbury was already turning away.

Before her parents (or Belby) could protest, (Y/N) scurried to the woman's side, a giddy feeling in her stomach. This woman was her saving grace.

"I felt suffocated under all that pressure, did you?" she started.

"My parents just want to make sure that they are doing their best for me."

"You are safe with me girl, you can speak your mind with no consequence."

(Y/N) was hesitant. Was this a trick? Did her parents put Lady Danbury up to this? But she so wanted to express her true feelings.

"I love my parents dearly, with all my heart, but they seem conflicted with each other on the matter of my courting."

"They are arguing?"

"No, not arguing. My father seems more hesitant than mother."

"Men always are. And your father's job is to protect you. I would not fret. You have found a good man and a doting family to marry into."

There was another big word-marriage.

"I know the Bridgerton's well. You could not have chosen better."

"That is reasurring to hear."

"When you're young, you think your parents know everything, that they are avke to make all your decisions for you. But that's not the case when it comes to love. You have to be sure that you want to be with this person for the rest of your life. And that can only be decided by you. Do not let others influence you."

(Y/N) sighed."It's a big decision."

"You are having second thoughts about your suitor?"

"No!" she had exclaimed all too quickly."No, I don't. Which I why I'm confused. I don't know why I am so nervous if I'm sure that I like him and that he feels the same about me. Surely I should be calm and collected, I have nothing to worry about."

"You don't. But unlike a lot of people here, you are not just marrying for money. You are lucky that your parents wanted you to be happy. You're nervous because you have taken a liking to the Bridgerton boy, you don't want anything to ruin what you have. There's a lot to think about, and it doesn't help that you have all eyes on you. Especially Lady Whistledown."

"No, it hasn't. That's the only thing I wish we didn't have, everyone asking us questions about our courtship. Or pretending to he our friends just to get the gossip."

Lady Danbury and (Y/N) had walked to a more secluded area, they were still in sight of everyone, but the guests were situated around the refreshments, cakes, games, music and their own circles of friends.

"You have a good head on your neck girl, you are not blind to the way our society works. Do not doubt yourself or what you want. Don't let other influence your decisions when it comes to love."

(Y/N) nodded.

"By any chance, do you know much your guest, Lord Belby?"

"Besides the fact that he is egotistical and thinks himself better than others?" She gasped, realising how rude she sounded."I have spoken out of line, I apologise Lady Danbury-"

"Just as I suspected. And I am glad you voiced your opinion truthfully. I don't trust him. But it seems your father does."

Lady Danbury looked back to the Lord in question, seeing that he was already watching. It clicked for her that Belby was here for more than a bit of representation. Another figure caught her eye in the distance, a familiar family entering her garden.

"Well, it seems we must end our talk, Miss (Y/L/N)."

The young girl followed her gaze. Oh goodness, would her heart ever steady?

"Come, let me escort you to him."

(Y/N) was glad she hadn't sipped on any lemonade yet, she would have hiccups from the nerves. Lady Danbury seemed to be making haste, walking far too fast for (Y/N)'s liking.

Violet spotted her friend and future daughter-in-law straight away. Dragging Benedict forward, they met the pair, the rest of the Bridgertons catching up to their mother.

"Lady Danbury." Violet grinned.

"Ah, the Bridgertons are here, the party can really start now."

"(Y/N), don't you look beautiful. Benedict, doesn't she look lovely?"

All eyes darted to him. He was stuttering over his words, flustered that everyone was being so awkward about this."Yes, yes she does."

(Y/N) kept her smile, hiding her disappointnent in his words.

"I believe Lord and Lady (Y/L/N) want to speak with you. Shall I take you to them?"

"Why yes, of course."

The two ladies were laughing as they walked away, no doubt diving into a thorough conversation about the match. (Y/N) was nervous with the rest of the Bridgertons family standing before her, including some she had not yet met.

"Oh, (Y/N), you have yet to meet the rest of my family. This is Daphne, the eldest of my sisters, and the two youngest, Gregory and Hyacinth."

"Lovely to meet you all."

(Y/N) hadn't met the youngest before but she had spoken to Daphne briefly in her season. It was silly, but at a cafe, (Y/N) had ordered a cake as she usually did (she had an undeniable sweet tooth), only to offer it to Daphne when she saw how upset she was at the other table.

"Have we met before?" Daphne asked, trying to place (Y/N)'s face.

"Oh, yes, we have actually." (Y/N) was glad she was the one to bring it up."I gave you the last chocolate cake at that cafe, you looked like you were having a bad day, and after the waitress told you that there was no more cake left, I had to give it to you."

How could Benedict not melt at that? She truly had a heart of gold.

"Yes of course! You didn't look like you wanted to give it away."

"No, I must say, when it comes to sweet things, I am not one to share."

"Oh how peculiar that we meet again in these circumstances."

"We are going to play bowling brother." Hyacnith announced to Anthony before her and Gregory ran off.

"Shall we take a walk?" Benedict held his arm out to (Y/N).

"Why don't we all join you?" Anthony suggested.

"Brother-"

"It is a lovely garden to walk around, is it not sisters? Daphne could help me look for Eloise's potential suitors. "

Eloise's eyes shot wide open, suddenly looking for an escape. Daphne knew Anthony was only doing this because he wanted to know more about (Y/N), though she also knew that the couple wanted more time together. When Daphne tried to deter her brother's plan, he just linked his arm with hers and Eloise's, before walking away. Benedict sighed as they followed, their arms linked too.

"I am sorry about him. My brother doesn't understand how rude he can be sometimes."

"I understand. He just wants to know who I am. If I had any brothers I'm sure they would be the same."

Benedict looked down at her, and she met his eyes, blushing under his stare."You look exquisite today. I am sorry I did not tell you earlier, I was-"

"Bashful?"

"Yes, I guess I was. You are glowing."

Lady Danbury didn't hide her feelings as Lord Belby voice his opinions on (Y/N)'s courtship.

"Even Lord (Y/L/N) has said that it is far too soon to be making any decisions."

Lord (Y/L/N) found himself stuck for words once again."I-I didn't quite say it like that."

"I can count on one hand how many times they have met."

"Lord Belby, you seem to be very involved with Miss (Y/N)'s love life. I did not realise you were family." Lady Danbury said.

"I am not."

Violet did not like how forward he was."I think (Y/N) and my son are quite well matched."

"So do I." Lady (Y/L/N) added, giving Violet a small nod. They were definitely on the same page.

"I didn't say that. But (Y/N) should keep her options open whilst deciding."

"For who? For you?" Lady Danbury could play this game.

"Why not? I am an eligible gentleman aren't I?"

"A gentleman indeed."

"I think the ladies are in need of some refreshments, shall we Belby?" Lord (Y/L/N) ushered him away."You're going to mess this up if you keep speaking out of term."

"I'm messing this up? You're the one who promised me your daughter's hand!"

"Well, that was before she fell for this Bridgerton."

"So stop it. You're her father."

"I don't want to!"

"What about our deal? The entrepreneurs I was going to bring to you?"

"I don't need your help Lord Belby. I just thought I could kill two birds with one stone; marry my daughter and get some money. But after seeing her with the Bridgerton boy, I can't break her heart like that. And I have enough money, I don't need yours or anyone else's. Our deal is over."

Lord (Y/L/N) swiftly left, hoping Belby wouldn't come after him. He didn't, but he was angry. Why weren't things going his way like they usually did? What happened to his charm? Why did (Y/N) want Benedict when Belby could be so much more interesting for her? It was nonsense.

However, Belby didn't like losing. He refused to lose. So as he tried to call himself down, a devious plan formed in his head once he spotted Eloise Bridgerton, all alone, seeming to be sneaking away from the party. A wicked smirk twisted onto his face as he went after her. A young woman like that shouldn't be alone, anyone could come along and do something to her.

[ijustwant2write]

Secret Romantic-Benedict Bridgerton x Reader x Eloise Bridgerton (Platonic)-(Part 3/?)

(GIF credit to @gifshistorical)

Part 1 / Part 2

Masterlist

Tags: @marvel-ousnesss @myficplace-blog @yelenas-lova @rockbumlowlavxnder @s-unflowxr @appledressing @xceafh​ @seppys-return-to-madness @ellesmythe​

Summary: It seems that the young adults are quickly falling for each other, finding it hard to not express their deeper feelings just yet. But of course, not everything can be perfect. A new face comes to town, shoving themselves between the lovers, and possibly ruining the ideal match.

Characters: Benedict Bridgerton x Reader, Eloise Bridgerton, Anthony Bridgerton, Violet Bridgerton

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Slight sexism, fluff, fluff, fluff

(A/N: A made up character has entered the chat)

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Everyone made their way to the room which had not yet been open to them, their conversations echoing against the walls as they gossiped about why they were summoned there. They all knew it had to do with the exhibition, but they were secretly hoping for a little insight to the status of the newest couple in town.

Eloise and Anthony tried to not make it so obvious that they were looking for that exact pair as they followed everyone. What if they didn't make it back in time and it looked suspicious? Were they alone together? They were on everyone's minds, it would be impossible for them to sneak away.

"You two are very fidgety all of a sudden. What are you up to?" Violet asked, one of her children on each arm.

"Just looking for an escape route mother." Anthony quickly quipped.

Violet should have known something like that would have escaped his lips. She lightly sighed, not wanting to cause anymore fuss and catch the wrong attention. The siblings knew they had to be careful with how they acted, their mother somehow always figured out everything.

The room was now full of guests, a hush washing over them as Lord (Y/LN) stepped onto a small podium, making sure everyone could see him. He started by thanking everyone for attending, going into a deep talk about how important art was in this society, wanting to build up to the reveal of the painting. (Y/N)'s mother remained poised, though couldn't stop herself from looking for her daughter. (Y/N) was supposed to be beside her, she never disobeyed. She only hoped (Y/N) was with the Bridgerton’s.

Somehow, Benedict and (Y/N) had slipped back into the room unnoticed. After clumsily throwing the sheet over the art, (Y/N) had to think quick. There was a door disguised to look as if it were part of the wall, it hid a small staircase, a shortcut to upstairs. When they heard movement, (Y/N) grabbed Benedict's hand, breaking their moment and hiding them. Once guest's started trickling in, she risked opening the door, managing to squeeze both of them out and without anyone seeing them. They just became a part of the crowd.

"Ah, there you are brother." Anthony whispered as the pair joined them, a slight hint of an angry tone in his voice."We couldn't find you amongst everyone."

"Well, there are a lot of people here Anthony." Benedict sarcastically smiled.

"I hope you are all enjoying yourselves." (Y/N) said, sensing a rising tension.

"Oh, it has been a lovely afternoon." Violet beamed."I am excited to see this big reveal."

"I hear it is a wonderful piece of art." (Y/N) glanced up at Benedict, they shared a knowing smile.

"It's rather a large piece, I expect it took the artist weeks to complete it." Eloise spoke aloud.

Violet gestured towards the front of the room."Oh, I think Lord (Y/L/N) is starting to explain the piece.”

(Y/N)'s father continued to sing his praises for the artist, thoroughly detailing the process and thanking this particular person for letting him be the one to unveil the work. Finally, Lord (Y/L/N) brought his speech to a close.

"By request from our mystery artist, my daughter (Y/N) has been asked to reveal this exquisite work of art."

(Y/N) shared a confused glance at Benedict, but smiled as everyone clapped. Making her way to the front of the crowd, she wondered why she had been chosen. It was probably to get further into her father's good books, this unknown artist was getting a lot of publicity because of them. As she had before with Benedict, with a flourish (Y/N) whipped off the sheet, a gasp from the guests following as well as another round of applause. This pleased (Y/N), the artist deserved the recognition.

"I shall not keep you in suspense much longer." Lord (Y/L/N) said."For we have a very special guest here tonight. Our artist everyone, Lord Spencer Belby!"

Once again, people clapped for the man as he made his way to the podium, firmly shaking Lord (Y/L/N)'s hand. He had a dashing smile, by the way he walked you could tell he was confident in himself, the ladies all suddenly fanning themselves or whispering behind them at the idea of a new eligible gentleman.

Another speech was given by Lord Belby, the young man knowing he had captured their attention effortlessly. However, he kept it short, wanting to get on with mingling, either networking or swooning the women. He was a natural flirt, a trait he was grateful to have, though he did not count himself as a disloyal man. If he liked a woman, he would want stay true to her, until they either wed or their courtship fell apart. It was hard to figure him out in that sense, he was somehow polite and yet there was an edge to him. It confused women, but they enjoyed the thrill of what could or couldn't be.

(Y/N) unfortunately found herself caught within her friend group, who were unsurprisingly already talking about Lord Belby's appearance. She entertained them, although she loved her friends, she desperately wanted more time with Benedict, who she had now lost. Many women were already flocking towards Belby, who seemed enthralled as they fussed over him. (Y/N) could care less, she had Benedict to think about. Of course she had been honoured to be the one showing his work, she was sure he would become a friend of the family, (Y/N) could properly meet Lord Belby another time.

At last she had escaped the quick lips of her friends, bored of the name Belby already. Trying to remain polite, she smiled and nodded to people passing by, upset that she couldn't see Ben. Just as she was about to give up, she caught a glimpse of him, a warmth returning to her heart; her feet started to move before she even thought about it.

"Lady (Y/N)." Lord Belby blocked her path.

She almost stumbled back from his sudden appearance."Oh, Lord Belby, you startled me."

"I trust you are enjoying your party?"

(Y/N) couldn't help but glance behind Belby, trying to keep an eye on Benedict."Well, it isn't my party per say, but I enjoy playing a part as host."

"Thank you for unveiling my work today."

"Thank you for letting me do so."

"Did you like it?" Belby's eyes were hopeful, he valued her opinion.

"Yes, it is a dazzling piece. I was shocked at the intricate detail, you must be a very devoted artist Lord Belby."

"That is very kind. And please, you may call me Spencer, I'm sure it will be easier to drop the formalities, seeing as we shall be around each other a lot more often."

"I'm sorry, I don't understand." Did he mean social events?

"Tis nothing for you to worry about. I am yet to have a discussion with your father."

"About what, Lord Belby?"

He chuckled, looking away briefly."I'm sorry, I must not be so rude to a beautiful young lady such as yourself."

(Y/N) just hummed in response, still unsure of what his intentions were. She knew he was flirting, however she couldn't be rude to him, despite wanting to say what was really on her mind. She bet he thought he was charming, but he was nothing compared to her Benedict. Oh heavens, was (Y/N) already claiming him as her own?

Spencer glanced behind him, noticing that (Y/N) was constantly averting her gaze, and he wasn't at all surprised when he saw a Bridgerton boy in view.

"I seem to be keeping you from someone." he smirked.

"Oh, no, I apologise Lord Belby-"

"And you won't call me by my first name. I see what is going on here."

(Y/N) had had enough now, he was being arrogant."I have promised Lord Bridgerton a dance, and I intend to keep that promise."

"I shall escort you to him, I have been meaning to introduce myself to the most esteemed family here."

Spencer held out his arm, and instead of letting (Y/N) take it, he took her hand and placed it around his bicep. Before she could protest, he began walking, knowing the young woman wouldn't cause a scene. He ignored the loose grip on his arm as he made quick steps towards the man who had (Y/N)'s affection. Benedict had been slyly keeping an eye on (Y/N), not wanting to show his jealousy. He would never stop her from talking with other men, she was free to do as she pleased, just not with Lord Belby. He had heard the rumours about him at the gentlemen’s club he and his brothers attended they were not favourable. Men were more true with their colours, Benedict knew he wouldn't get along with Belby, and he had confirmed that after seeing him with (Y/N) on his arm.

"Lord Bridgerton," Spencer greeted,"Lord Spencer Belby, I have been waiting to meet you."

Benedict noticed (Y/N) trying to slip her arm out of Spencer's arm, but he flexed his arm, a warning to not move.

Benedict faked a smile."Lord Belby, that was quite a presentation."

"Thank you. I hear you also dabble in the arts?"

"Dabble would be the correct word. It is a growing passion."

"Good, we need more Lords like you who understand the true value of the arts."

Benedict hummed in response.

"Of course, you already know Lady (Y/L/N) I presume?"

"Yes, (Y/N) and I have met." Benedict used her first name, wanting to show off that they were already close.

Spencer was actually taken back by that, but didn't show on his face."Ah, marvelous. We were just speaking of my piece actually, she was flattered to unveil it."

"I'm sure (Y/N) can speak for herself Lord Belby."

Spencer hadn't expected that snap."By all means my darling, speak."

Benedict lost his fake politeness immediately. How dare he speak to her like that?! Even if (Y/N) was of no interest to Benedict, he would be furious with anyone speaking to another human being that way. He couldn't help himself.

"Lord Belby, do not treat (Y/N) like a dog. You do not command her to speak."

"I was simply doing what you asked."

"I didn't ask you to speak down to her. She is to be treated with the upmost respect."

Some guests had started to listen to this bicker, practically leaning in for any chance of gossip. This was a dull party so far, nice, but dull. Perhaps Lady Whistledown would catch wind of this and write about their secrets in her column.

(Y/N) was swooning over Benedict defending her, but she knew that this was already escalating. She managed to get out of Spencer's grasp, clearing her throat.

"Well, I did promise you that dance Benedict." she quickly grabbed onto his arm, steering him towards where the dancing had commenced.

They jumped into the crowd of couples, picking up what move they were on. After a few seconds, (Y/N) spoke.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For what you said back there. I could have said some things myself, but it didn't feel right, he is my father's guest of honour."

"It does not matter if he is the king of the world, no one should ever talk to you in that way."

"I just had to get you away, people were watching."

"I know, I'm sorry. I didn't think, I let my anger control me. I'm sorry if I have caused any embarrassment."

She smiled up at him."You are too sweet Lord Bridgerton. Hopefully we avoid his company for the rest of the afternoon, it would spoil things."

The pair continued dancing for another two songs before deciding that it was time for a breather. They mingled with both their families, staying close to one another; sneaky glances were a common habit between them, and everyone noticed. Violet couldn't help but imagine (Y/N) as a part of her family already, not only because she was a lovely girl and a very well brought up woman, but because she saw the happy glow in her son's eyes when he watched her talk, or do anything really. It reminded her of how she and her husband used to be.

Lord Belby distracted himself with meaninglessness flirting, entertaining the women that pushed their way to the front of the group he had unknowingly formed. Although this attention was received very well, Spencer couldn't help but feel tarnished by (Y/N). Why wasn't she falling at his feet? Why would she still long for the Bridgerton boy when a true artist, something she loved, was right in front of her? It made no sense. And after those talks with her father, he was beginning to doubt all that Lord (Y/L/N) had promised him.

"Eloise, are you alright?" (Y/N) broke the girl's trance.

Eloise blinked, shaking it off. She had been huddled away in a corner of the room, distancing herself from everyone, just as she had when (Y/N) first met her.

"Yes, I'm fine thank you." she tried to smile but it was clear that there was no meaning behind it.

"Oh, Eloise, what's wrong?"

"You know I don't really enjoy these sort of things. I actually only came willingly to help you and my brother. Anthony did too."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we knew that mother would smother the both of you. We kept her happy for the duration of yours and Benedict's time together."

"That is the loveliest thing, I am truly thankful for that. I assumed you wouldn't listen to anyone when it came to this sort of thing."

"What do you mean?"

"You're a very strong willed girl, Eloise. I sometimes wish I could be as brave as you. And you're not afraid to go after what you want, even if everyone tells you that you can't do it."

Eloise didn't know what to say.

"Sorry, that got very deep, I just admire you."

"No one has ever said that to me."

"Well, in a sense, I'm glad that I was the first to say it."

Eloise truly smiled this time.

"I really like your brother, Eloise, and of course I'm not rushing things but I would like us to be friends too. I think that even if I didn't like him, we could still be friends."

"You really think so? The only friend I've ever had is Penelope."

"Could I be added to that small list?"

Eloise chuckled, lazily swatting (Y/N) with the fan her mama had shoved into her hands."Yes, you may." 

As the young women laughed, they had no idea the glare burning into the back of their heads from Belby. He was not going to lose, Lord Belby never lost to anyone or anything. But if he had to alter his plans in order to win, he would, even if he had to get another Bridgerton involved.

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The One Where Everyone Finds Out

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Spencer Reid is in love with Y/N, and she’s in love with him...only they don’t know it yet...and they might be are definitely going to be the very last to know. And since Spencer and Y/N happen to be surrounded by the best profilers in the country, the rest of the team is, of course, the first to piece together the romance. Little by little, bit by bit, the team solves the case of Spencer and Y/N. 

A 1K Celebration miniseries!

TIMELINE OF EVENTS MENTIONED IN THE SERIES

The One Where Hotch Finds Out

The One Where Penelope Finds Out

The One Where Derek Finds Out

The One Where Alex Finds Out

The One Where JJ Finds Out

The One Where Rossi Finds Out

The One Where Spencer Finds Out

The One Where Everyone Finds Out

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preview of The Love Profile

This is a preview of the first part of The Love Profile, called Penelope’s Plan (coming out in full on February 7, 2022 at 11:30am EST).

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If you and Aaron would simply open your eyes and realize what was staring the both of you in the face, it wouldn’t even be a discussion. It is, frankly, annoying, how perfect the two of you are for each other and your - apparent - determination to ignore this obvious fact has been driving the team crazy for nearly a year and a half.

“It’s absolutely ridiculous,” Penelope mutters as she passes Derek’s desk.

“What is, Baby Girl?” Derek asks, not looking up from his paper work. Penelope gently grabs the back of his bald head and turns his head to look up at Hotch’s office from down in the bullpen.

“That,” she states plainly releasing his head.

Derek chuckles as he takes in the view, “Oh, don’t get me started, Baby Girl.”

“Started on what?” asks Emily as she and JJ enter the office. With the lunch break nearly over, the rest of the team should stagger in soon.

“That,” Derek states plainly, pointing at Hotch’s office.

“Oh, God, yeah,” Emily agrees with the sentiment.

“What are we looking at?” Spencer asks entering behind Emily and JJ.

JJ steps aside and points at the spot in question, “That.”

“Again?” Spencer questions.

Rossi enters the bullpen then, but from his own office, noticing the small group below looking up at him. He follows their lines of sight before landing on Hotch’s office.

The door is closed, but everyone can see through the open blinds into Hotch’s office. David can’t help but smile as he takes in the scene. Because you and Aaron are sitting across from each other at his desk, beaming like a couple of idiots. And you are, David supposes, idiots in love that is. You say something and Aaron tilts his head back and laughs heartily, the smile on his face bigger than it’s been in ages. He must say something charming in response because you look back down at your salad, clearly slightly flustered, but you look back up at him and smile, clearly incapable of not grinning at Aaron.

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Coming Thursday at 12:00pm EST: Dearest Reader 

Yes, it is Bridgerton inspired and I really hope you’ll like it. I’m so sorry it’s been so long since I’ve written something like this, but I’ve really been trying to work longer on pieces I really care about. I don’t want to put out anyting that I don’t just love. I love the prompts that you all have been sending and I really appreciate them and I promise I’ll eventually get to them, but I’m determined to make them as good as I possibly can - even if that means taking longer to write them. On a less serious note, here’s the very beginning of Dearest Reader which I couldn’t be more excited about. Here’s a little preview! xx 

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Dearest Reader, You do not know me, and, rest assured, you never will. But I know you. Very well. Be not alarmed, this is no veiled threat, but I am merely one of you and I know how to keep my identity hidden. Now, no more about me: onto the drama at hand. The time has come to place your bets for the bureau’s upcoming charity gala. While the pairings of floors 1-5 and 8-10 should be fairly apparent, it is, of course, the shockingly prolific BAU of the sixth floor that will, doubtless, be the source of most interest once again this year, especially after their poor showing last year. Odds are that Erin Strauss will require less persuasion than in year’s previous to be enticed to the dance floor. And if you doubt it, this author assures you that the famed SSA David Rossi will be the one leading her to the floor requiring little incentive besides a pleasant time. For those holding out for the stoically handsome Unit Chief SSA Aaron Hotchner, this author is happy (if not somewhat envious) to report that he won’t be nearly as curmudgeonly this year as he will, doubtless, have his stunning girlfriend on his arm. And will SSA Derek Morgan finally have the courage to ask Penelope Garcia to the occasion, or will he hide his true affections behind another random date? And what of the new addition to the team, SSA Y/N Y/L/N. Polite and shy as she may seem, this author hopes her shyness won’t overcome her ability to incite some drama...or, at least, bring a date of some interest to entertain the us all.  And finally, the opening line of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice is, “It is a truth universally acknowledged that a man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.” And while it not may be not be a truth universally acknowledged, it is certainly acknowledged by many at the FBI that a certain genius profiler definitely needs a date for next week’s charity gala. Let’s hope he does not disappoint this year. 

I can only hope it will work out well. If anything, it will make for interesting writing for this author, won’t it? With bated breath, Agent Whistledown

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I hope you’ll read the whole thing when it comes out on Thursday! xx 

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Believer💗

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Y/N is a Valentines Day skeptic, but can a romantic surprise from Spencer turn her into a believer?

Word Count: 1.1k

You got out of your car and closed the door. You were bracing for a day of all things mushy and lovey-dovey. Today was Valentines Day, also known as your least favorite day of the year.

You started to dislike Valentines Day when you had gotten dumped on Valentines Day. That only started a hatred for the holiday. It’s not like you didn’t like love. You thought love was adorable and magical. But, what is the stress on one day? Why can’t you show your significant other that you love them everyday?

You currently had a boyfriend. His name was Spencer and he was also your coworker at the FBI. You had never actually talked to Spencer about your dislike of Valentines Day. So, you were slightly worried that he might try and do something cutesy.

Normally, Spencer was not a fan of super cutesy things so you were optimistic. You started to walk into the FBI building, already seeing everyone wearing accents of red and pink.

You got up to the BAU floor and you were walking out of the elevator. You were greeted by Spencer, looking excited. “Happy Valentines Day” he said, standing in front of you. You stopped to talk to him. “Not you too? Valentines Day is just a good day for florists and chocolate manufacturers” you told him, frowning.

Spencer’s face dropped, he looked like he had seen a ghost. “Do you want to go get coffee? Let’s go get coffee. Come on, let’s go” Spencer said, his tone was rushed and hurried. He threw his arm around your shoulders and tried to steer you towards the elevator.

“Woah woah, what is the rush?” You said, stopping him. He looked frantic. “Umm...I uhh nothing” he lied, unconvincingly. You turned around and started to head towards the bullpen.

Spencer jumped in front of you and tried to stop you from going any further. “Why are you being so weird?” You asked him, as you walked around him. He chased after you, trying multiple times to stop you.

You had no idea why he was so nervous. He was fine and all of a sudden he had turned into a frantic mess.

Then it all made sense.

You walked into the bullpen and there was a sight to see.

Your desk.

It had a bouquet of roses, a bag full of gifts, and there were at least twenty balloons. You froze in place. Spencer started to apologize, but you kept walking and walked up to your desk.

You stopped in front of your desk, in awe. You picked up the roses and smelled them. They smelled like heaven.

Spencer was still rambling on and apologizing. You put a finger up to his lips. He stopped talking, but looked thoroughly confused.

“Did you do all this for me?” You asked, softly. He just nodded and gave you a weak smile. You turned towards him and grabbed the collar of his shirt. You pulled him in for a romantic kiss.

You heard some of the other team members whistle behind you. You ignored them. You just kissed Spencer.

He was shocked, but kissed you back. His arms pulled you closer as they wrapped around your waist. It was magic.

You both eventually pulled away, and Spencer wore the same confused expression on his face. “Wait...why...how did...why and” he stuttered, trying to figure out the situation like it was a puzzle.

“I thought you just said you didn’t like Valentines Day?” Spencer asked, finally putting words together. You just gave a small smile. “I did, but I just saw this and I just felt blown away and touched. This was so sweet, Spencer. You went out of your way for me and it is so thoughtful” you told him, sincerely.

All of sudden, the pink and red, the roses, the mushy cards, and the cheesy pick up lines were cute to you. You didn’t find it nauseating anymore.

“What changed your mind?” Spencer asked you, still not completely sure what was happening. You thought about it for a second. You took Spencer’s hands into yours and began to explain.

“I started to dislike Valentines Day because I didn’t have any good Valentines memories. I got dumped on Valentines Day. I never got any gifts from the boys I liked in high school. So I hated the holiday, because it just reminded me of heartbreak and failed promises. But, I walked in here and all of a sudden, I had a good memory. This. This moment right here. You did something sweet for me and that is what Valentines Day is all about it. And it all makes sense now” you said, going up on your tiptoes and kissing Spencer’s cheek.

The confusion on his face was replaced with a smile. “Well I’m glad I changed your mind. And I will make sure that every Valentines Day from here on out is amazing and spectacular and magical” he promised you, and you knew he meant it.

“Spencer Reid. You may have just turned me into a Valentines Day believer” you said, smiling up at him. He chuckled and looked down at your interlaced fingers.

“So if you are now a believer in Valentines Day. I made us a reservation at your favorite little Italian restaurant for dinner. I promise I won’t make it cheesy” he said, smiling. You nodded your head. “That sounds wonderful, Spencer. Only, if I get a redo for tomorrow. I feel bad that I didn’t get you a gift. I’ll make it up to you, I promise” you told him, rubbing your thumbs into the back of his hands.

“You don’t need to get me a gift. I just want to spend time with you” he said, kissing your forehead. You playfully frowned at him. “I thought you said you wouldn’t be cheesy” you said, giggling.

Spencer realized he had been caught red handed. He shrugged his shoulders. “I guess that was a bad start. From here on out, no more cheesy pickup lines, cross my heart” he said, looking into your eyes.

“Deal, so what time will you be picking me up tonight?” You asked him, curiously. “How about seven?” He asked you. You nodded your head and smiled. Then, he returned to his desk and you started on your work for the day.

You both worked harder than ever before, you both wanted to make sure you didn’t have to stay late.

When today started, you didn’t think Spencer would be turning you into a believer in Valentines Day. But, you never know what a day might hold.

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