#‘we can’t all be a pretty bridgerton’ girl you get me

[vivissecrettunnel]

i’ve said it before i’ll say it again. penelope featherington they could never make me hate you

[newtonsheffield]

Awww I love author Anthony! When does Kate find out he carries that photo around? Can we get a snippet of that night it was taken?

Let’s see Kate’s point of view

She’s not even really sure how she ended up here. They’d been in the pub, surrounded by their friends with empty glasses strewn on the table around them and Anthony had scoffed.

“Oh, of course you think Frankenstein is trash. Of course you do!”

Kate raised her eyebrows while the rest of the table groaned.

“No! No, we’re having a nice night! Please don’t start arguing.”

Kate smiled and leaned across the table at Anthony, his stupid handsome face making something flutter in her chest. “Convince me, Bridgerton. Convince me that Victor Frankenstein isn’t a complete dickhead who got in over his head.”

“If you don’t understand the metaphor for the fact that we are eventually all brought down by our own hubris, then I can’t explain it to you, Sharma. You’re hopeless.”

“Sounds like you’re scared to convince me. Almost like you… know you can’t.”

His laughter was so beautiful. She hated how nice that sound was. Warm and happy. He ran his hair through his already messy hair. “Katie Kat I could convince you to do so many things.”

God, she wanted him to. She’d thought they’d never be friends the first time they met, and she definitely didn’t think she’d be where she is now, with her heart fluttering in her chest every time she saw him. And she didn’t think when he looked at her through his lashes, a lit cigarette in his hand, the smoke curling between him that she’d say yes so easily.

“I thought you were giving up smoking.”

Anthony sighed, looking wistfully at it, “I know, I know. You hate smokers. I just miss the smell when I’m a few pints deep. Makes me feel like a tortured artist.” He stamped it out on the side of the bin, tossing the cigarette in the ashtray unsmoked. “Are you heading somewhere?”

Kate raised her eyebrows, “Just… back to my dorm.”

Anthony nodded, stepping closer and putting his hands in his pockets, the scarf his mum had made him for Christmas wrapped around his neck. “Are you actually up for a friendly literary debate back at mine?”

“Yes. Obviously.”

Their breath had frosting in the air between them as they made their way back to his flat, laughing and giggling about one thing or another. And here they were now.

Kate had pulled off her boots and their coats were abandoned on the floor by the kitchen, empty bottles between them as they sat on the rug in front of the fire, the only light in the room. Anthony’s wire rimmed glasses slid down his nose as he shook his head.

“You are ridiculous!”

“I’m not ridiculous! Angus, Thongs, and full frontal Snogging is a fucking great book for its demographic! I still love that book!”

“I am… obsessed with this confidence.” Anthony grinned, “I’m obsessed with you.”

He doesn’t mean it like that. Kate sighed to herself, taking another long drag from her drink. He would make a move if he wanted to. He’s slept with a quarter of the girls on our course.

“Oh and what were you reading at 12? Were you composing a modern version of Beowulf?”

Anthony flushed, “There was some epic poetry involved, yes.”

Kate laughed, ruffling his hair, “You’re so stupid.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing!”

“If you’re so obsessed with me,” She snatched his brother’s Polaroid camera off the coffee table, “Take a picture so it’ll last longer.”

Anthony rolled his eyes at the challenge, “Well strike a pose for me then. Something worth capturing, please madam.”

She waited for the flash and the square of film to shoot out the bottom of the camera and their body’s swayed closer as she peered down at it. “Fuck, you better put that in your wallet, Bridgerton. A memento of this glorious night when we got along. When I looked pretty as hell”

Anthony rolled his eyes, “Come on, you’re always fucking beautiful. You know that.”

She could sense the shift in the air. She felt her breath caught in her chest and she was suddenly too aware of how close her body was to his and the heat of the fire radiating between them. She was too aware of how easy it would be for him to close the distance between them, tilt her chin up and claim her lips for himself.

“Do I know that?”

“You should.” His eyes flicked down to her lips and his teeth bit his own, seconds slipping by. “I’m… having a nice time with you.”

“Yeah me too.”

Anthony took a shuddering breath and leaned backwards, slapping his hands against his thighs before he stood, his feet slipping on the floor in his socks. “Another drink while you prepare you Wuthering heights is the worst arguments?”

“Yeah.” Kate cleared her throat, hoping the firelight would distract from her own embarrassment as she pushed it down, “And I know you hate it too so don’t pretend!”

“Maybe I just want to hear your arguments!”

“You’re such a glutton for punishment.”

“Remind me to never bloody let you read my manuscript.”

“No promises there.”

[thebadgerclan]

What You Do To Me

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x reader x Kate Sharma

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: They can’t resist you...

Smut!

The look on Anthony’s face as you descended the staircase was priceless.  The gown you’d selected for this evening’s ball boasted a near-scandalous neckline, displaying more cleavage than was strictly appropriate.  Your hair was curled and tumbled over a shoulder rather than being pinned up, and your lips were painted scarlet.  In a word, you looked ravishing.  “My darling,” Anthony said, kissing your cheek.  “God, you look incredible.”  “Thank you, Anthony,” you replied, taking his arm.

“Kate is waiting in the carriage.”  You nodded, following him out of the house and to the waiting carriage.  Your other lover was waiting inside, gorgeous in a gown of lavender silk, and her eyes widened when she saw you.  “Y/N, love, you look…”  The Viscountess trailed off, extending a hand to you as you climbed into the carriage. Anthony followed, and a moment later, you were off.

You weren’t sure what led you to dress so seductively this evening: perhaps it was the fact that Anthony had barely looked at you in days, perhaps it was the fact that Kate had been so busy helping her sister in her courtship with the Prince, or perhaps it was simply because you wanted to feel pretty.  Whatever the reason, it was clearly working, if the way your lovers were looking at you was any indication.

Anthony had his hand on your thigh, and his hand was slowly creeping upwards.  “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he asked, and from the seat across from you, Kate let her foot drag up your leg.  “Anthony?”  “Don’t pretend, my dear.  You know exactly what you’re doing to me.”  He took your hand and guided it to his steadily growing bulge, which made you gasp softly.

He pulled you into a deep, needy kiss, and you were drawn into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck.  “Let me fuck you, beautiful,” Anthony said against your lips.  “Let me have that sweet cunt of yours.  Please, love, I won’t make it through the night.”  How on earth could you deny him when he was kissing you so sweetly, when he made you so wet from just a single sentence?

You had barely breathed out a “yes” before Anthony was pushing you to your knees, hiking your skirts over your hips, and unfastening his trousers.  “Lord, look how wet you are already,” he said, stroking his cock to full hardness before, pushing into you  It had been days since he’d fucked you, and you were desperate.  “Yes!” you screamed, not caring if the drivers or footmen heard.  “Anthony, yes!”

Your lover grinned wickedly, setting a fast pace, and Kate knelt on the floor of the carriage, cupping your face in her hands.  “We can’t have you being too loud, can we, love?”  You shook your head, and just when you were about to cry out again, she kissed you, swallowing your moans of desire.  Distantly, you wondered how you’d attend the ball in such a state, but the feeling of Anthony fucking you and Kate kissing you senseless had all rational thoughts leaving your mind.

“Anthony, please, I…”  “Hush,” he chided.  “You’ll get what I give you.  Kate, darling?  Keep our girl quiet.”  A wicked glint appeared in the Viscountess’ eyes.  “With pleasure, My Lord.”  She pulled away from you and resumed her seat, lifting her skirts and baring her cunt to your view.  Kate saw the hungry look in your eyes, and she smiled softly.  “Go ahead, love.”  With her permission, you began licking and sucking at her pussy with abandon.

Only minutes later, you felt your peak approaching, and you moaned in hopes of alerting Anthony.  “It’s alright, my sweet,” he cooed, letting his hand rest on your neck.  “Come for us, Y/N.”  Your cunt squeezed around Anthony’s cock as you came, sending him over the edge, chasing his own pleasure.  Kate succumbed to your ministrations soon after, leaving the three of you a panting, sweaty heap on the carriage floor.

One look at you told Kate there was no feasible way you could attend the ball, and there was no way neither she nor Anthony would go without you.  The Viscount righted your skirts and helped you to sit, Kate pulling you into her arms.  “Where are you going?” you asked, and Anthony squeezed your hand.  “To thank our hosts for the invitation but to regretfully inform them that Kate has developed a rather severe headache on the way.”  He kissed your cheek, then Kate’s.  “I have plans for you two when we get home.”

[beauspot]

my problem with eloise bridgerton really comes down to these 2 things.

1, she is in an immense place of privilege, and 2, her character arc is bound to fail. Let me elaborate.

Eloise is a member of the Bridgerton family one of, if not the wealthiest family in the ton. They are never concerned about not having enough in fact they are constantly able to splurge on things they do not need. For example throwing a party that no one went to and never speaking about it again. Penelope and the Featheringtons do not have that luxury. They are constantly fighting to remain in their station every season, barely scraping by (we can also see this represented in their clothing as they use their dresses to show how extravagantly they live even though it is a falsehood). Eloise is a woman in a time where women were treated as subhuman, yes BUT she is also a girl from a wealthy family with 3 sisters and 4 brothers. If she really does not want to marry she does not have to, this is literally the reason Eloise becomes a spinster. Many other girls do not have this luxury, but she doesn’t see that. She sees everything she can’t do and then complains about it and this leads into my second point.

Eloise’s purpose as a character was always going to fail because this is a show about romance. It’s not a historical drama, it’s a romance show. Every single Bridgerton is going to get married, so her being this adamant about not wanting to be married(a perfectly valid choice btw) is completely undermined because she does marry later on. And this is made worse by the fact that she is constantly ragging on other women for WANTING to be married. Eloise thinks that every woman should want what she wants and if they don’t they are a disappointment. It’s genuinely so annoying to hear her speak because she doesn’t just want options for herself she is determined to make every other woman feel bad for not wanting what she does. But she never actually does anything about it. Because she’s just that. All talk.

That is why i’m on Penelope’s side, number one people being like “why didn’t she just turn herself in?” did we even watch the same show because Penelope literally would have done that if she thought the queen would have believed her. Number 2 let’s not act like Eloise being “ruined” in society isn’t the exact thing she claimed to have wanted. To be outside of this society she claims to hate so much. Number 3 Pen’s family had a lot more to lose even if the queen did believe her than the Bridgertons. Because they are so well liked and wealthy they can bounce back from pretty much anything. Penelope did do something with her words and yes she wrote them under a pseudonym because how many people do you think would have picked up a gossip column if they saw the name penelope featherington written on it?

To me Eloise is just a brat and i really don’t see that changing any time soon. So while i hope her and Pen make up it’s not for me because i don’t care if they make up, it’s for the audience so you can finally shut up about Penelope being evil.

Also her and Theo are not endgame sorry to burst your bubble.

edit: I also think this issue is exacerbated by the fact that we got Kate in season 2 and she holds a lot of the same beliefs Eloise does but we understand her motivations because of where she comes from.

[fayes-fics]

Omg can we get something else Modern AU Benedict pleeeeease? I loved your version of him. Just a small ficlet would be fine 😁 thanks bestie!!

Waking up

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, Modern AU

Summary: Modern AU. What is the best way to be woken up…?

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, blow job, swallowing.

Word count: 3.0k

Author note: Hi nonny, I love modern au Benedict too. A small ficlet you say? Did you actually mean 3k of friends-to-sudden-lovers blowjob filth? No? Well sorry, but that’s what you’re getting ;) I could see this AU getting a sequel if there's interest. Enjoy <3 Thanks as ever to my very awesome very fast beta makaylan

“It was quite possibly the worst way I’ve ever been woken up," you giggle, ending your anecdote about your crazy day last week.

Benedict chuckles. 

“What’s the best way to be woken up then?” He asks idly, staring up at the sky.

“Hmm, maybe breakfast in bed?” you squint, both in thought and to shield your eyes from a flash of sunlight cutting through the dappled shade.

“A classic," he acknowledges, his fingers playing with the tassels on the edge of the picnic blanket. 

“What’s yours?” You ask, craning your head to look over at him reclined against the trunk of the thick oak tree you’re sheltered under.

“Honestly?” He hedges.

“Of course.”

“It’s dirty,” he says quietly.

You roll over onto your front, bringing you closer to his legs. “Oh, then definitely tell me," you smirk.

“Well, it hasn’t actually happened yet,” he admits sheepishly, “but I have this recurring fantasy I’m woken up, and well, a girl is uh well….”

“Don’t be coy now….” you tease when he hesitates. You’re fascinated by what he might say.

“She’s blowing me, ok," he hurries through the words, his cheeks blooming red, and he looks away.

“Ahhh, the blowjob fantasy," you nod, “I think that’s pretty common, Ben. No need to feel embarrassed.”

“Really?” he’s still awkward, but he's not looking away now. You notice his brief glance below your face, at your cleavage.

“Yes,” you reassure him. “I wouldn’t lie to you, bestie.”

He pulls a face. “Bestie? Really?!”

“I’m just trying to stay down with the kids," you protest with a shoulder shrug.

“You’re too old for that… we’re too old for that," he quickly amends when he sees your pout.

“Whatever, you old man” you squeeze his knee and flip over onto your back again, staring up into the tree.”What’s the plan this afternoon?” 

“Well, I was going to say let’s walk the estate, but that cake you made was delicious, and that Pimms I made was too strong… and now I can’t be arsed to move actually. Too full of cake and booze,” he jests, rubbing his completely flat stomach but blowing out his cheeks, miming as if it’s not.

“Lazy it is then," you concur, “is there more Pimms?” 

He wordlessly hands you the large thermos, and you don’t even bother to pour it into your plastic glass; you just sit up and take a swig from it.

“Damn, you’re right; this is strong," you cough “did you actually add any mixer at all?” 

His turn to shrug. “Meh, some.”

“Some? Mixologist of the year, ladies and gentlemen,” you mock gently, looking back over your shoulder at him and holding it out for him to take.

He does so and swigs some himself. “Tastes good to me," he remarks offhand.

“Oh, it tastes good to me too,” you assure, “but it’s also the reason neither of us can be bothered to stand up right now," you counter, feeling tipsier than before.

“Hmmm," his agreement is idle, and he shuffles to lay next to you, tucking one hand behind his head. “I might just y'know lay here for a few, and…” he trails off, closing his eyes.

“Nap?” You supply.

He just finger-guns at you with a tongue click, not opening his eyes. 

“Well, if that’s on offer….” You recline too, closing your eyes and humming some notes without thinking.

“Shhh, that bloody song has been stuck In my head all week," he protests, grabbing your wrist, but his eyes stay shut.

“Sorry,” you mumble, eyes also closed. His hand doesn’t release your wrist. Your last thought before you drift off is that it feels like he’s taking your pulse.

——

You awaken with a start, having no idea how long you dozed. A glance at your watch says it’s been about an hour.

Benedict is asleep next to you, his hand wrapped loosely around your wrist. You gently extract it without disturbing him and sit up with a silent stretch and yawn. You’re out on one of the hills around Aubrey Hall; you can just see the chimney tops of the house through the trees. There’s also a beautiful sweeping view of the surrounding countryside. This is one of your favourite spots to have a picnic when your friend - bestie - Ben visits his family and invites you over.

You twist around and look at him sleeping. He looks so peaceful; his handsome face relaxed. You’re not too lacking in self-awareness to know you find him attractive. You also don’t want to jeopardise your long-standing friendship by trying something. Or at least usually you don’t. Too much warm sunshine and Pimms are making you question that right now. A languid, sensual feeling in your bones, goading you to be bad. Try something.

Your mind goes back to the conversation you had earlier—his fantasy about being woken up. You bite your lip, and your eyes fall to his crotch. 

What nicer thing could you do as a bestie? This would just be a friend helping a friend, right? Your justifications sound flimsy even to your tipsy mind, but it doesn’t stop you from moving slightly closer and boldly reaching for the button of his jeans.

Hearing your heartbeat loud in your ears, you steal a quick glance around. There’s not likely to be a soul within a half-mile radius, but it’s a good instinct to check. You flick the button open and steal a glance at his face. No change. 

Gingerly you pull the zipper tab down and slowly pull open his fly; again, no response.

He’s wearing black boxer briefs, no logo on the elastic, but they look quality. And they look good on him (but then most things do), a thin trail of hair running from his belly button into the waistband. You’ve seen him shirtless countless times, but not up this close. He has that iliac furrow that always makes you a little feral, and you must resist the urge to run your tongue over it. That would surely wake him. For another time, if he’ll let you. (God, you hope he does)

Right now, the challenge will be getting him, well, his cock, out of his underpants without him stirring. Carefully you lift the elastic away from his body. Still no stirring. The alcohol and heat are probably making him drowsier than usual.

Emboldened, you reach in and find his cock nestling in what feels like trimmed public hair. Oh, Benedict, you think to yourself from touch alone, His skin is velvet soft, and you can’t wait to see how he looks when erect. 

You slowly ease the front of his underpants down, freeing him completely. Oh yes, please is the only thing your brain comes up with at the sight. When he doesn’t even stir, you decide to go for it. Consequences be dammed. 

Shuffling to find a comfortable position, you lower your face over him and nuzzle against him, taking a breath and enjoying the way he smells, more potent here than anywhere. It’s his soap plus that natural Benedict scent you love, the one you can smell on your bed when he crashes at yours sometimes.

You decide not to tease; if you want him to wake up mid-fellatio, you’ll have to move fast, with no gentle licks to tease it out. So you immediately wrap your lips around his head and start to move up and down. He tastes good. 

His body’s reaction is almost instant. He starts to swell in your mouth—a lot. Oh god, he’s getting bigger than you expected from his relaxed state. You have to back off a little and readjust. Then you’re back on him, sucking hard as he expands to, well, a lot of inches. You don't know if your plans for taking him all in will work now. You’ll give it a try.

You run your tongue around his foreskin and gently pull it down, tonguing the pinker flesh underneath. It’s then you hear a slight groan from above. Without removing him from between your lips, you glance up and see his still mostly asleep, his eyelids fluttering. 

It makes you bolder. You bring your hand to hold him at the base and start to introduce a little more suction. Passing your tongue over his slit, hollowing your cheeks as you bob.

You feel your clit throb against your jeans. You want to strip off, sink onto this fantastic cock and ride him right now, but that’s not the fantasy you are fulfilling today. Maybe if you’re lucky, he’ll let you some other time.

You’re enjoying his contours as he passes through your lips, the contours of veins, the frenulum, his slit that leaks a little and gives you a precursor taste. Oh, it’s not bad; it’s almost sweet compared to others. Trust his cum to be tasty. You will definitely be willing to swallow him. 

There’s another moan, and you look up to see his head move to one side, his face screw up slightly before there’s a smile on his face. Yes, baby, smile for me. Then there’s a warm hand on the back of your head. Oh, that really works for you. It’s not pressure, just a weight that feels grounding somehow. 

Surely he will wake up completely soon?

You start to swirl your tongue on his shaft and use a twisting motion with your lips. Every pass now takes him deeper. He’s the largest you’ve had for a while, and it will take some warm-up to fit him all in. You want to, though. You burn to. Never before have you wanted to make a man so stupefied by your skills. You want him begging you for more. Desperate for you. 

His hand disappears from your head, and there’s a sudden sharp inhale. Oh, he’s awake now. You don’t stop your movements, but he crests a moan so hard you glance up at him. 

“What the….?” His voice is rough with sleep, confusion evident. 

Then he looks down at you; his face is an array of emotions. 

“Y/n” it’s a disbelieving reverential stutter. God, you only ever want him to say it like that from now on.

You hold his gaze, moaning against him, pressing his tip against the roof of your mouth.

“Fuckkkkkkk, this must be a dream; this can’t be real” he sounds almost anguished and rubs the heels of his hands into his eyes.

You pull off just enough to talk to him, kissing his tip. “It’s real, Ben, and your cock is amazing. I can’t stop,” you profess and slide back onto him. 

His groan is long, loud and music to your ears. “This is actually happening?” his voice is a desperate whisper.

You just nod and go back to long sucking strokes, never letting his cockhead leave your mouth, snagging it with your lips.

“Oh my god, y/n," he groans.” please, please don’t stop” it’s hungry and throaty and low, and you flood your underwear.

“Hold my head Ben” you offer as you pull off and swallow the saliva filling your mouth. 

“Fuck, really?” His hand hovers midair, so you grab it and place it on the back of your head. 

Now he’s awake; you really want to drive him wild. Want to be the best he has ever had—this need to please something electric and hot. 

His long fingers splay across your scalp, and his blunt nails dig in slightly as he flexes his hand and gently guides your movements. 

He’s breathing hard, and his legs writhing slightly; you can tell he wants to flex his pelvis and push up into you.

“It’s ok, Ben, you can fuck into my mouth if you want," you murmur as you pull off a little and give him some firm strokes with your hand, sucking on just the spot where his hood attaches.

“Y/n don’t say stuff like that," he groans. 

“Why not” you smirk, running your tongue around his head. 

“Because I’ll embarrass myself like a teenager," he whines, “and this is too good to be true, so I need it to last a little longer. A dream to remember,” he adds wistfully.

“Ben, this isn’t a dream, I promise you” you laugh a little and start to suckle again, swirling and twisting your tongue.

“Fuck… But you would never do this to me in real life,” he pants, “never risk our friendship. As much as I have wanted to for years.”

The admission floors you, and you temporarily stop your ministrations.

“Years?” You stutter, pulling off him and just staring at him slack-jawed.

“Oh shut up, dream y/n, you’re in my head; you know I’ve been in love with you since we were teenagers," he scolds “now get back to sucking me off, please," he adjoins, a little bossy. 

“I’m me, Ben,” it’s all you can think to say—utterly stunned by his declaration. “What can I do to prove it?” you ask after a pause.

“Real-you would have thrown a drink in my face for even suggesting you shut up and suck me off," he chuckles to himself.

He’s right. That’s precisely what you would do to any man who tried that. Except for him, when he said it, your whole core pulsed.

So you do the only thing you can do. You reach for the Thermos, unscrew it and throw the rest of the drink in his face. It’s not much, probably a shot glass worth at most. Then you dive back onto his cock with fervour, mindless for him, for this. Wanting so bad for him to know it is real. 

He splutters in shock. Then groans at your actions. Then splutters again. You would laugh if you didn’t have so much, well, Benedict in your mouth.

“Y/n” it’s tremulous, a hand on your shoulder. You raise slightly, knowing instinctively he wants to hear from you.

“We can talk later, Ben. I want to give you your fantasy,” you whisper, not brave enough to look at him as you confess it, “Don’t think about it, just feel.”

The hand drops away, and wordlessly he pushes his jeans and underpants further down onto his thighs, giving you more access. 

You smile to yourself and lower your mouth. Now you take your time - slower, deliberate movements. Lathing your tongue the length of him as you push and pull off him. Loving the moan as his hand moves hesitantly into your hair. You hum your approval, and he stutters and surges against your tongue.

Yesss, Benedict, you silently praise. Feel.

He’s almost sweet with his noises: whimpers, little moans. You look up, and he’s biting his lip, eyes closed in sheer ecstasy. 

You decide to be bold. You change angle, relax your throat and push to take him all in. It burns a little as you stretch around him. Your nose rests gently on his trimmed pubic hair as you watch him react. His eyes fly open and meet yours, his face incredulous.

“Oh fuck,” it’s guttural, “you’re amazing.” 

His free hand grabs yours and laces your fingers. It’s such a tender gesture; you yearn to impress him more. So you stay down, fighting your gag reflex and need to breathe. You stretch your tongue out to lick his scrotum while you choke on his cock, drool and saliva now running out of you and trickling between his legs.

He gasps and growls, and you feel a pulse journey up his shaft. Still, you don’t move.

“You’re going to make me cum,” he cautions, almost apologetic. 

His whole body shudders as you moan around him at the thought. Nothing would give you more pleasure right now. 

Desperate for air, you have to pull off and gasp a few deep breaths, encircling the base of his cock with your thumb and forefinger, knowing it will draw things out for him just a little more. You set a rhythm of sucking draws, alternating with taking him into your throat for a few seconds. Over and over, speeding up a little as his noises get more frantic. 

He’s babbling now, surging up into your mouth with every pull. His hand on your head, pushing down slightly every time you take him all in.

“Y/n,” he warns, “I’m so close, I’m just oh goddddddd….”

You fist his cock and concentrate your mouth on his tip, jerking him with rapid movements. Craving the moment he breaks in your mouth. 

He's moaning and cursing when his whole body tenses, and then you feel the first rope of salty fluid hitting the roof of your mouth; his groans are everything. For the first time, you choose to sink onto him and choke yourself on a cumming cock, holding steady as he keeps convulsing, shooting into your throat, letting him fill you while you fight your gagging and the burn in your lungs. You hear him curse and almost shout your name, but you stay still until his movements cease.

You pull off of him with a wet pop sucking all the fluids off him as you go. You smile shyly up at him.

His hand still holds yours, and he looks at you with the most breathtaking expression. 

“ I…. I dreamt it would be you,..” his voice a thick whisper.“my fantasy… it was always you.”

It’s your turn to be breathless.

“And even though I thought of it a hundred times, it was never like that.” He surges up, capturing your lips on his. It’s your first ever real kiss with your best friend in the world. And it’s breathtaking.  

“We do need to talk about all this,” his tone sincere, as he breaks the kiss and your mind flashes to his love confession, “…but there is also the matter of repayment”, he adds with a crooked smile, 

“Repayment?” You echo confused.

“Well, you more than fulfilled my fantasy. The very least I can do is wake you up with breakfast in bed tomorrow,” he reasons, his voice now honeyed and rich.

You chuckle warmly as he leans close, his lips on the shell of your ear.

“After all, you’ll need all that food after I’m done keeping you up all night.”

Benedict taglist: @makaylan @foreverlonginguniverse @iboopedyournose @wysteria-clad @kkpolakow @colettebronte @severewobblerlightdragon @margofiore

[weirdmorefics]

Hi! Your last Bridgerton reader was so cute! Could you do one where young reader (like 4 or 5) has bad speech(but it’s cute) and she sees Anthony with Kate one day and runs up to him stealing him away because Anthony Is ‘her papa’ and Kate can’t have him and she gets upset when he tells her he wants to marry Kate because she knows he’ll have kids and forget about her, but Kate finds it cute and Anthony just adores his youngest sister who he sees as a daughter.

A/N- Thank you! I hope you like it!!

Warning- None

Pronouns- She/Her

Word Count- 372

Summary- The youngest Bridgerton sibling Y/N, is scared Anthony will leave her for Kate.

Two Is Better Than One

I did not like it when Anthony started the courting season he was away nearly every night! I would have to go to bed every night without a bedtime story it was awful! I am so happy today is the last day of the season, everything will go back to normal. 

I woke up very early so I could be the first one at the table. Then I saw Anthony with Kate in the dining room.

“Hello, Kate... why are you here?”

Anthony quickly stood up and smiled “Good morning Y/N”

“The season done why Kate here!” I throw my hands up.

Anthony bends down to my level “I have good news Y/N” he smiles. “Kate and I are getting married.”

I wrap my arms around Anthony “NO! You are my Papa! You can’t leave me!” I cried.

Anthony assured me nobody could pry him away from me and hugged me tightly.

Kate smiled and leaned down to me “I would never take your Papa away nobody could. He talks about you all the time! To be honest I think you’re his favorite sibling. Shh, do not tell the others.” She said whispering the last part

I smile and nod then look at Anthony seriously “Bedtime stories are still a must!”

Anthony tries to hold back a laugh he picks me up and spins me. “Of course princess and you know what! I bet Kate will join us and it will be even better! We will finally have someone to do the girl voices.”

“Yeah, you are pretty bad at doing the character's voices” I giggle.

“Oh am I?” Anthony asks proceeding to start tickling me.

I start to scream and laugh. I try to squirm away from Anthony but he just grasps me harder. 

“Anthony! I’m S-s-sorry y-you are great at voices” I can barely gasp out in between laughing fits.

“Kate did you hear that I think Y/N said she wants to be tickled more. I think I need your help then because after all two are better than one.”

“Of course, I will help you Anthony if that's what my dear new sister wants” Kate smiles joining the tickling war. 

I can’t stop giggling maybe Kate isn’t that bad.

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little women part two: christmas parties

Summary: The Bridgerton sisters are closer than most but the trials of womanhood might just tear these little women apart.

A/N: Sorry this took so long, please let me know if you enjoy - hopefully the next part won't take two months

Please note: 1) the Bridgerton boys will not be in this fic and 2) a significant portion of the dialogue is lifted from the Little Women (2019) script.

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7 YEARS EARLIER

The Bridgerton girls gathered in Daphne and Eloise’s shared room, the younger girls watching their sisters prepare for a Christmas party. Daphne’s hair was wrapped in curling papers, which amused Y/N to no end. 

Daphne couldn’t help but admire herself in the mirror, excited to dress up for the first time in months.

“And I know just who I want to dance with.” She bragged to her littlest sister.

Y/N gasped and looked to Eloise, “Who are you going to dance with then?”

“You know I don’t dance.”

Francesca piped up, “I can’t dance.”

“Why can’t we all go to the party? It’s not fair that only you get to!” Y/N whined.

Daphne interrupted her complaints by standing, leaning on the youngest to pull her shoes on. It was a significant effort, one that Eloise needed to point out.

From where she was heating a pair of metal tongs to speed up the curling process, she sighed, “Just wear your regular shoes.”

“These fit last winter!” Daphne huffed.

Y/N poked through her favourite sister’s jewels and makeup, giving Eloise a discerning look.

The brunette held a finger out, “Don’t touch me! I already feel silly, I don’t intend to look it too.”

“You could be pretty if you tried!” Y/N jumped up to play with her sister’s hair.

“Don’t want to.” Eloise pulled away, forcing Daphne back into her seat. She then wrapped a section of Daphne’s hair in the hot tongs.

Francesca watched her sisters fondly, “I do wish I could hear the music.”

Y/N began to dance around the room humming her own song.

Francesca looked at her blonde sister’s hair and frowned.

“Should they be smoking like that?” Her voice wavered.

Eloise nodded confidently, “It’s the steam from the dampness, don’t fret.”

Y/N stopped dancing and wrinkled her nose, “Something smells like burnt feathers.”

“Hush now, look and you shall see a perfect curl!” Eloise pulled the tongs away with a flourish, taking a burnt clump of hair with them. 

Screams erupted from the girls, Eloise with fright, Daphne with horror, Y/N with mirth.

Francesca, bless her, was confused, “Why is her hair off?”

“You’re ruined!” Y/N shouted.

“Daph, I’m so sorry!”

“What have you done?! MAMA! I can’t go! Look what she’s done to my hair!”

~*~*~*~*~*~

The Cowper estate was a marvel to look at, Lord Cowper being an immensely wealthy man. His wife had an eye for interior design and their gardeners were some of the best in the country.

Daphne cheered up almost immediately as she and Eloise walked closer to the house. The festivities had already begun and she was certain it would be a night to remember.

She was, however, worried about Eloise’s �� lack of decorum. She practically lectured her sister as they got closer.

“Don’t stare, don’t put your hands behind your back, don’t shake hands, don’t whistle-” She was interrupted by a beautiful, pale blonde.

“Daphne Bridgerton! You look adorable!” Cressida Cowper placed two delicate kisses on the other blonde’s cheeks, ignoring Eloise entirely. She pulled Daphne from her sister leaving Eloise all alone.

The younger Bridgerton moved to the back of the room, leaning against a wall and pulling a string on her dress. 

When she looked up again, she saw Daphne giggle with her dance partner. There was no way she’d want to leave now. 

Bored of just standing around and doing nothing, Eloise dipped behind a curtain, hoping to find the library. Instead she found a rather cosy nook, probably for ladies to freshen up or for men to have their drinks and talk openly.

Either way the fire was toasty and the chaise right in front of it seemed rather comfortable. Beelining it to the lounge, Eloise sat down heavily, only to spring up again.

She’d almost sat on a boy!

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t know anyone was in here!”

He stood as well, “Oh no, don’t mind me! You can hide in here with me.”

“I won’t bother you?”

“Not at all, I don’t know many people here, so I’ve hidden myself away.”

“So did I.”

The two stood there, unsure of what to do next.

The boy surged forward with a hand outstretched, “Miss Bridgerton, isn’t it?”

“Sorry my sister says I shouldn’t shake hands. But I’m not Miss Bridgerton, Mr Laurence. I’m just Eloise.”

He smiled gently, “And I’m not Mr Laurence, I’m just Laurie.” This time the silence was more comfortable.

“Which sister?” 

“I’m sorry?”

“Which sister?” He mimicked shaking hands with someone.

“Oh!” she led him to the curtains, “My sister Daphne, the one in the blue dress.” 

Laurie was only half paying attention to said sister when he commented, “Very pretty.”

They stepped back into the room, “She reminds me to be good so Father can be proud of me.”

“Where is he?”

“He died. Fever.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” He knew the pain of losing a parent all too well.

Hoping to shift the mood back into cheeriness, he offered a hand. 

“Would you like to dance with me?” 

“I can’t.” Eloise played with her fingers.

“Why not?”

She looked at his chin so she wouldn’t have to make eye contact, “You won’t tell?”

“No, never!”

She turned around, pointing near the hem of the fabric, “I scorched my dress, see? Daph told me to keep still, so no one would see it.”

Laurie’s expression brightened, “I have an idea.”

The two snuck out to the porch and began to dance up and down, ducking past the windows and bouncing around wildly. Sometimes they would just swing each other around in circles, giggling like children.

A knock at the window interrupted them, Daphne trying to shout through the glass. 

“I’ve hurt my ankle!”

“How will I get home?!” Daphne cried, wrapping an arm around her sister’s shoulder.

“You’ll have to get a carriage or stay here all night.” Eloise teased.

Daphne huffed, “Carriages are too expensive.”

Laurie heard them from his spot at the front door, “I can take you. You’re only right next door.”

Ever the modest woman, Daphne shook her head, “You’re too kind, but we cannot accept.”

“No, no, you must take mine. I insist.”

“No, it’s so early! You can’t mean to leave yet.”

“I always leave early.” When Daphne gave him a suspicious look, he pressed. “I do, truly.”

“What choice do you have?” Eloise really didn’t want to carry her sister home.

The Bridgerton household was significantly smaller than the Cowper’s but the immediate warmth radiating from it was like a mother’s embrace.

When the carriage arrived, the girls’ mother answered the door, softly laughing at her poor daughter’s predicament.

“Goodness gracious, Daphne! What happened!”

She let them in and swapped places with Eloise, helping Daphne to a seat.

The little sisters came running towards them, crashing into a hug with Eloise.

“She is a wounded soldier Mama!”

“I’ve just sprained my ankle.”

Laurie watched the organised chaos with a glimmer of fascination in his eyes. 

Lady Bridgerton knelt before her eldest, “Daphne, you’re going to kill yourself for fashion one day. Rose! Some ice please!”

“Tell us all about it!” Francesca pulled on Eloise’s sleeve. 

“And what’s he like?” Y/N whispered shyly, looking at Laurie.

Noticing her daughters’ new friend standing rather out of place, Violet waved him over.

“Sorry dear, come in! I apologise for the chaos, Mr Laurence, we aren’t usually like this.”

“Laurie, please.”

“Can we call you Teddy?” Eloise called from the stairs, arms wrapped around Y/N on the step below.

“Yes you certainly can!” He said, stepping a little closer.

“I’m Y/N.”

Her face warmed as the handsome boy greeted her, “Hello, Y/N.”

“Oh, Laurie, you must be part of the girls’ plays!” Violet bustled to the kitchen to check on Rose and the ice, “They could use an extra actor, although you’ll have to fight Eloise for the male roles or play a girl.” 

Eloise threw a soft punch at Laurie’s dark arm.

When Violet returned, she gave some ice to Daphne and laughed at her own joke before she could even say it. 

She turned to Laurie, “How are your ankles? Do you need ice too?”

Laurie returned her smile, “No thank you ma’am.”

“Oh, dear, just call me Mama. Or Violet if you’d prefer.”

She pressed a soft hand to his cheek. Laurie clearly hadn’t felt the warmth of a mother’s touch in years. It almost brought a tear to her eye.

Violet moved to her other girls, she and Y/N asking Eloise about the party. Daphne was gossiping with Francesca and Rose. It was a beautiful picture, one Laurie wished he could capture. Six warm, loving, kind women, who’d accepted him with no questions asked.

Later that night, he trudged through the snow to his own miserable house. He turned back for one last look at the Bridgerton home. All was quiet, except for Eloise. She was pacing by the window of her bedroom, writing with a fury. The candlelight highlighted her delicate features, and he found himself hoping that one day she would look at him with the same passion she held for her work.

[petalsmooth]

I prefer Bridgerton to be fun and escapist. It’s one of the reasons I wasn’t sure about approaching Queen Charlotte. There is no way to tell that story and end on a note that isn’t at least partially bittersweet.

I think if you went in thinking it was going to be just another sweet story would have to be incredibly naive.

I also think if you are surprised Lady Danbury didn’t have a love match, you were naive. I admit didn’t expect the promised since age 3 part that in itself wouldn’t be unusual either for the period. I sort of also figured “marital relations” were a one sided affair. I don’t even have a problem exactly with the show making that clear. Once. 

This is where we get into the problem. They kept doing the same scene over and over and over.....to point I’m pretty sure it was being used as a gag. The actress’ face didn’t even convey the emotion I know the older actress would of. Again because I think it was filmed as a gag and that was her direction. And it fell flat for me. It was not funny, it was not necessary and surely you could have done literally anything else with the time spent on it. If you want to depict something that would happen during this period, then at least take it seriously. OR DON’T DO IT.

Then they compound the problem by having a vulnerable widowed girl groomed since birth for an older man be seduced by a still older married man and write it as though love of her life.

People love Lady Danbury and you walked ALL over her character for no reason Shondra. I’m pretty sure if she does more prequels that don’t have a basis in a Quinn book I won’t be watching because Shondra can’t help herself. If there is one thing the Bridgerton fandom is agreeing on right now is the hatred of what they did to her.

I wouldn’t’ say not to watch the series because parts were good but I would say maybe just fast forward through Violet and Danbury scenes and pretend they never happened. Everyone iwshes they hadn’t.

[hugsandnoregrets]

i just find it funny that Pen haters keep saying that her fans use the accusation of “fatphobia”to avoid looking at her critically. But like. It’s not the criticisms of her actions that make me accuse the fandom of fatphobia. A lot of my issue is that they give her motives that aren’t there, and call her names that y’all would never call a thin conventionally sexy woman. And also the way they talk about seeing her sexually in S3 is so transparent it isn’t funny

You can critique her actions. But Ive see people who dislike calling her a gremlin and a troll- interesting choice of words that I haven’t seen applied to Cressida Cowper, who actively tries to ruin Daphne’s reputation and is intentionally cruel. Interesting that I’ve only seen the short, larger, round faced woman called a gremlin by people who don’t like her in the Bridgerton fandom.

I see people claim she talked about Daphne because she was jealous and that was her main motivator - did we watch the same season, where Lady W called Daphne beautiful and perfect in a positive light, actively pushed for Daphne and the Duke, helped dispel Berbrooke, and it was Anthony meddling in their affairs and trying to break them up? Where was Pen jealous of Daphne? Perhaps she was snarky in attempting to get suitors for Marina (who everyone also claims she was bitter and jealous of, despite it not growing sour until Colin was about to be trapped in a lie) and her sisters, but I see jealousy constantly get listed as the motivator for women who are ‘less attractive’ even when they have a dozen motives that are higher in importance than jealousy. The only time I could call her truly and deeply jealous is when she snapped at Eloise about being a pretty Bridgerton, but even then, Eloise had been self involved and annoying all season, because she’s bored and has absolutely no problems so she makes them, while Pen has real problems she can’t share and is frustrated. Applying jealousy as the main motivator to a plus sized woman is exhausting and overused. I would prefer people to call her greedy, thoughtless, mean spirited, spiteful, vengeful, but to say that every action is motivated by sheer jealousy of the beautiful girls in high society, and she does this because she despises them and is jealous of them? Ew, lol.

And then as season 3 develops, people who don’t like her and don’t want to see her as a lead rattle off statements of “I just don’t see her sexually! She really doesn’t have chemistry with any of the male leads! Nicola probably won’t be comfortable with sex scenes! i think she’s too childish for sex scenes!” (Despite being older than Daphne’s actress lol) and when people respond that those reasons are actually kind of gross, they scream that doesn’t make them fatphobic and that they “aren’t allowed to critique Penelope without being called fatphobic!! >:(“

[randomestroleplays]

𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡: 𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔤𝔢 (x)

CONCEPTS:

we’ve known we were betrothed since we were kids and I can’t wait to finally be your spouse

we’ve been best friends since childhood and just found out about the arrangement

we’re part of a high society where every marriage is arranged and today we find out who we’re going to marry

we’ve hated each other since we were babies and now we have to get married

our families were involved in a huge scandal / public falling out and now we have to get married to fix their images

we have to get married to solidify a political alignment for our families

our marriage was arranged and we agreed to just be friends but fuck I think i’m in love with you

we had an arranged marriage and now i’m on my honeymoon in a foreign country with someone I barely know

our first official meeting is at the rehearsal dinner but you’re definitely the person I hooked up with during my bachelor/bachelorette party

we’re meeting for the first time to plan the wedding and I want to hate you but you’re the only one backing me up against our parents

I’m at a resort for my destination wedding and you’re the hot stranger at the bar that I’m complaining to about how much my future spouse probably sucks... oh, you’re my future spouse

our families are at war and our marriage is part of a peace treaty 

one of our families won a war and now we have to get married 

I don’t want to marry you but your family’s wealth could save my family

I was just told that the king / prince chose me as his future bride, but I don’t know that it’s the childhood best friend I once made a marriage pact with 

POSSIBLE STARTERS:

our marriage was arranged and we’ve never seen each other, now we’re meeting for the first time and damn, you are hot

“the love… Well, it will come with time.”

“we don’t have to like each other. we just have to pretend.”

it’s been occurring to me I’d like to hang out with you for my whole life 

all’s well that ends well to end up with you

barefoot in the kitchen, sacred new beginnings

it looked alright in the pictures

I was there when you said forever and always

fell in love when I saw you standing there

and isn’t it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?

but I would die for you in secret

tiptoeing past so many stages

we look good in photographs

THEME SONGS:

war of hearts, ruelle

young and beautiful, lana del rey

gold rush, taylor swift

lover, taylor swift

the last great american dynasty, taylor swift

MOST SUITED OCS:

Aisling Greyjoy ( game of thrones / crossovers )

Carlotta Falcone ( the batman / dc / crossovers )

CAROLINE SOMERSET ( original / fandom crossovers )

Finley Rider ( descendants / crossovers )

OPHELIA WAYNE  ( gotham / dc / crossovers )

Peggy Featherington ( bridgerton / crossovers )

Svetlana Novikoff ( grishaverse / crossovers )

MOST SUITED OCS (NOT YET INTRODUCED):

Adhara Black ( harry potter, golden era / crossovers )

Adina Lightwood ( shadowhunters / crossovers )

Ariadne Blackthorn  ( shadowhunters / crossovers )

Charlotte Bridgerton ( bridgerton / crossovers )

Constance Osborn ( the amazing spider-man / crossovers )

Joanna Baratheon ( game of thrones / crossovers )

Josie Archibald ( gossip girl / crossovers )

Rosalind Greengrass ( harry potter, marauders era / crossovers )

Venus Malfoy ( harry potter, golden era / crossovers )

[vivissecrettunnel]

if no one else understands me penelope featherington understands me

she gets me she understands me i’m her she knows my brain we have the same life we have lived the same experiences time and time again i love her and i get her more than anyone else

[newtonsheffield]

My favourite part of your AUs, what is Mary-Kate relationship in if the shoes fit just walk in it?? And with her family?? I am a sucker for Katie-Mary-Eddie family bond :)

Hmmm

I think their relationship is a little different in this one.

Mary Sheffield met Tharman Sharma in a bookstore one day, he had a tiny girl on his shoulders, her elbows resting on his head, her chin on her hands, curly hair cascading around her face and Mary couldn’t stop staring as he slowly made his way around the children’s section, showing books to her as she shook or nodded her head until his arms were full of them.

The tiny girl patted the top of her father’s head clearly asking to be let down before she scrambled over to Mary, tugging on her skirt to catch her attention.

“What are you reading?”

“Katie!” The man called out, rushing over, casting Mary an apologetic look. “Katie you can’t just ask people questions like that.”

And Mary couldn’t help but smile, crouching in front of the girl. “That’s okay. I’m getting a book about a girl meeting a boy.”

Katie nodded, tapping her foot.

“What are you getting?” Mary prompted

“My Daddy’s buying me books with dogs in. I like dogs.”

Mary smiled, “Dogs are cute.” And she can barely hold back a laugh at the exasperated sigh Katie gives her, rolling her eyes.

“My daddy’s allergic, so I only get books.”

Mary looked up at the man, his handsome face lit in a smile as he stared down at his daughter as if she was the most incredible thing he’d ever seen. “Well that’s almost as good.”

Katie nodded before she tapped her foot again. “My daddy’s a boy. You’re a girl. You met him.”

Mary’s mouth fell open at the implication, her eyes catching with the man’s who balked.

“Katie!” He turned to Mary. “I am so sorry. My wife died shortly after she was born and she’s… she’s fixated on me needing a wife at the moment.”

Mary shook her head, suddenly unable to keep her eyes off him, off them, as he crouched in front of her. “Katie, we talked about this. You can’t ask women if I can marry them.”

Katie sighed, peering around him, “but she’s pretty! And she seems nice! And I didn’t even ask her!”

Mary bit back a laugh again, turning away for a second.

As the man sighed, “You were going to.”

“Miss, would you like to marry my Daddy?”

The man seemed to panic, throwing his daughter over his shoulder, “Jesus Christ.”

He scrambled forward, throwing their stack of books at a startled looking employee, tossing an apologetic look back at Mary. “I’m so sorry, I’m not some sort of- she’s a menace.”

Katie was grinning back at Mary, holding her hand out to her tugging at the ends of Mary’s hair and Mary couldn’t help herself.

She reached into her bag, took out an old receipt and a pen and quickly scrawled her phone number down, passing it to Katie. “Katie, tell your Daddy if he wants to Marry me one day, he’ll have to ask me himself.”

And barely eight months later he did.

But it wasn’t even 20 years. All they had was 13. Thirteen years before he passed away, Kate just sixteen. But Mary is determined. Kate is her daughter, as far as she’s concerned and despite the fact Kate tries to pull away: Mary won’t allow it.

And she’s so proud, the day Kate gets into Oxford a full scholarship and all. She’s so proud the day Kate finally admits to herself what she wants as she stares down at the picture of her and Anthony Bridgerton Mary had clipped from the newspaper. As her daughter tugs her boyfriend into the house for the first time. And she’s proud when Kate Graduates Oxford, when she becomes a prosecutor. And she’s proud when when she walks Kate down the aisle towards Anthony who has tears streaming down his face under the Mandap.

She’s proud of her daughter, the one she didn’t give birth to, but the one who chose her.

[salvatoraesarc]

finished s1 of bton so i have many thoughts !!!!!

sighs so hard bc i loved simon & daphne before they got married…. i was so into them & the pining, the fake dating trope. like AHHH so good. but then…. episode 6 came. & obviously we don’t support what daphne did. like no, i will never ever be okay with that scene or scenario. & i get that it’s “ different times ” & i know she wanted to see how he’d react & to catch him in his lie. which they could’ve had her do any other way ???? like anything else. husband or not, what she did was so wrong & so fucking icky. made my skin crawl. so now i’m ???????? you know… that makes no sense but i’m just ugh. they have good chem & they were a good couple but that scene was so bad like that’s not how you confront your husband !!!!!! it just makes me sad. like i was kicking my feet, so in awe of them & sooooo rooting for them but she ruined it :( & was still angry at him for lying but ms. girl what you did was WAY worse. i don’t support her actions at ALL but as a character i liked her otherwise :/ ( it’s okay to like a character and not support them !!!! or their actions from something they did !!! i wasn’t gonna add this bc i don’t wanna be judged but im saying it !!!! ) anyways i still love simon and would risk my life for him thank you !!!!!! i have so many more thoughts about them but my brain is still spinning about it all

THE LADY WHISTLEDOWN REVEAL…. THE WAY I GASPED. i was not expecting it to be penelope at ALL. like i was a little sus when she exposed marina but i was like nah it can’t be pen… like someone else had to know, you know? and then it was revealed & wow just… damn….

colin is my favorite bridgerton, i love him with my whole entire heart. he’s just a sweet little himbo & i want to kiss his head. & i know him and pen have smth s2, which i’m excited to see 🫢 also eloise is a close second for my fave bridgerton, she’s who i wish i was :’) anthony i’m squinting at….. i like him but i hate him at the same time. i hope he develops in s2 !!!!

siena, my BELOVED. i loved siena, she deserved so much more screentime and so much more in general & i just love her and the little mole on her beautiful face

marina i was indifferent about bc i’m penelope’s number one protecter but she too deserved more than what was given to her and i’m so sad sir george died bc she deserved that happy ending :(

in conclusion, i’m not usually one for period pieces & i was refusing to watch this show bc i thought it was over hyped but damn it’s actually pretty fucking good phew… also i’m considering adding simon, siena, colin, eloise & maybe pen to my muse list… also maybe daphne but i’d absolutely cut out the scene in ep 6 like no ✋🏻

simon basset duke of hastings i want you so bad it makes me look STUPID like… i’m rattling my fucking CAGE for you

[gleefullypolin]

The meltdowns we had! Ship wars and arguing and utter nonsense that never meant anything in the end, ha. I am pretty sure if I went back and looked, I would sound pretty arrogant at times mixed in with anxious, pretending everything was fine, and being vaguely annoying to everyone around me.

I stayed out of the OUAT fandom but from what I saw, that was a good choice on my part. I loved Captain Swan and I just enjoyed them as is, no fandom for me. That didn't save me from other fandoms though.😄

I didn't actually particularly like the first season of Bridgerton, I liked it well enough and the visuals and music were fun and pretty so I stayed watching but I really only immediately loved Penelope, Eloise, and Colin. I will say that I am insanely relieved the Polin journey is almost here and I don't have to go through this or be overly invested in any more seasons. Unless Eloise grips me by the throat. Which is possible, I love her so much.

Same, after seeing pretty much every leading man getting his own "life is hard, sex can fix it" scenes, I assumed Colin would be experienced as well. And if the second scene is true within the context that it's been explained I think it might be the only one I think might actually be relevant within the show. If I can skip ten seconds 3 times on my remote and not see it, it can't possibly affect the show that much and I'll happily move along.

I have seen so many actors take the heat for the choices of the show itself, I'd hate for these ones to go through that as well. They will not and do not deserve anything if people have an issue with the writing--they didn't write it.

Oh for sure, I've seen too many screeners needing clicks and wanting attention while the solid ones get drowned out by the yelling fans. Not sure we really need them at this point.

Honestly outside of the specific episodes those scenes make it in, I don't remember any of them really being mentioned? Maybe they have and I don't remember which also just reiterates how not memorable they are in the end. And last season definitely hardened her a bit, maybe she needed it, maybe it's going to be part of her downfall (The Queen perhaps?) but I don't think she's going to fall apart over the idea of it all. I think the show has shown, with the men at least, that intimacy and the physical are very different things and that will definitely play out on screen.

It all seemed SO important in the moment, right? And every point I made was the most valid point that needed to be spoken and of course the loudest amongst the group. I know that was me. I was a loud voice amongst my ship’s group. I had made a large name in our ship. Had a large following in the fan fiction world and had met the actor of our ship more than once and he had read some of my stuff. There was more than arrogance and loud voices that went with our group. Looking back at all of it now, none of it mattered. In the end, the actor died, our hearts were broken, and we all fought for nothing. It was after that fandom that I swore NEVER to get involved again.

I sat back and watched some fighting in OUAT and was very quick to back away and wait for the show to finish airing before I started to talk to the Captain Swan girls. I wrote a lot of fan fiction for that ship. I love all of the ones I wrote and then quickly burned out. But I still have great love for that ship and there is something about a sexy pirate!!!

I actually have enjoyed the Polin stuff because Pen makes me so incredibly happy. Seeing the wallflower get her day in the sun makes me happy. I love that for her and I think I am drawn to that. So I was drawn to the two of them. I think I’m like you tho, I can’t say I will stay beyond them, tho I do love Eloise and if they can compel me to enjoy some chaotic Hyacinth I could see that as fun as she got older. But right now, I need something compelling from Eloise so I am withholding my judgement to see where they take her this season before I see if I stay.

Season 1 was a great time waster during the pandemic, Season 2 I enjoyed the Polin of it all…but its really the main reason I watch. Nothing against everyone else. I am just not a period piece type of person. But if the story is good, I’ll stick around.

Ooh I was going to mention I read something somewhere, but I get so lost on where I see things anymore but someone maybe on twitter said something about how Colin goes to brothel’s for his pleasure but once his feelings for Pen are known to him he devotes all his time and attention to her pleasure and I just LOVE that because that’s how book Colin is too. The brothels were all for him and giving him what he needed but once he’s with Pen all he cares about is devotion to her and making her feel pleasure and ensuring she is loved and loves herself! And isn’t that what we love them for?

[sh4yisnothere]

“𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐀 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬…”

𝓐𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 —

hello, my name is shayane but you can call me shay or ayane!! I’m fifteen years old going to sixteen soon (it is not soon at alll but let me be delulu)! I first heard about shifting in 2020… of course during the time of misinformation and pure chaos😭. Just glad I survived that. Anywho! I still have yet to shift and I hope it’s very soon.

I made this account out of random, im just here to be here honestly!

𝓡𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 —

I’m currently shifting to my teen fame dr, better cr, hogwarts dr, dazed and confused, and Mid90s (I have wayyyyy more but these are just my main main ones! As you can see I’m very indecisive and can’t choose.)

I’m Haitian and AA!

I love love love loveeee oldies songs

I just love watching movies and shows during my free time or reading!

𝓢𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈 𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐄 —

Waterfalls by TLC

Ain’t No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye

Oh Qué Será? By Willie Colón

You Give Love A Bad Name by Bon Jovi

Elenore by The Turtles

Something In My Heart by Michel’le

If I Ruled the World by Nas

Passin’ Me By by The Pharcyde

Jazz by A Tribe Called Quest

Break Stuff by Limpbizkit

Remember the Rain by The Sylvers

Be My Baby by The Ronettes

You’re Makin’ Me High by Toni Braxton

You Know I’m No Good by Amy Whinehouse

Sun is Shining by Bob Marley

Paradise City Guns N’ Roses

End of The Road by Boyz || Men

What You Waiting For by Gwen Stefani

Hella Good by No Doubt

You’re Not The Only One I Know by The Sundays

Back To Life by Soul || Soul

One of These Nights by Eagles

Can We by SWV Official

What Goes Around…Comes Around by Justin Timberlake

Blood On the Dancefloor by Michael Jackson

Nowhere Man by The Beatles

Try Again by Aaliyah

All There by Jeezy

Dreams by Fleetwood Mac

(my bad y’all I kinda went overload 😆)

𝓜𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐒 —

The outsiders, Child's play, Halloween 4 and he11raiser, Nightmare on elm st, friday the 13th part 4, the shining, aliens, fright night part 2, Halloween 2, possession, American werewolf, beetlejuice, Stranger Things, Ride along, Bad boys, Mean girls, Pretty Little Liars, Euphoria, It, Maze Runner, Skins, Clueless, The end of the f****g world, Gravity Falls, Fear street, Alice in the wonderland, Jumanji (all of them), Scary Movie, Coraline, Outer Banks, The Umbrella Academy, Lady Bird, Bridgerton, 10 things I hate about you , Girls Interrupted, Teen Wolf, Scream Queens, Trinkets, I am not okay with this, every marvel movie, The 100, The Originals, Snowfall, Boondocks, Descendants, Annie, Blood & Water, Dear white people, The hate u give, The beauty shop, Martin, A fresh prince of bel air, bad boys Pose, How to get away with murder, The Society, American Horror Stories, Us, Get Out, Juno, fight club, Gossip Girl, Diary of a wimpy kid, A series of unfortunate events, The hunger games, Waves, and etc

[viscountessevie]

For S3 Kanthony: the Queen may have approved of their match, but that doesn’t mean the Ton is going to be anymore welcoming to Kate. Can you imagine how ticked some of those families would be that someone they view as a nobody is now heading a powerful family? Or how about Violet adjusting to someone stepping into her social role? There is so much potential drama here…why can’t we have this on our screen? Also, if Anthony were the only male child, I could see this being a concern. But this isn’t

This is such an old ask so thanks for waiting anon! I think it's related to this ask and the string of posts that had popped up on the main tag a while ago asking for an infertilty storyline for Kathony in S3 (those of you who wanted that are gross af - will explain more later)

When I first got these asks, I did agree these were compelling dramatic conflicts for S3 Kanthony but I just want happily married Kathony in S3. It's a least I deserve after Frannie's recasting and S3 leads.

Something to be noted about this ask is that it was written before the S3 leads announcement 😤 so even if we did get any of these storylines, Pelican is going to overshadow everyone like they've done the last two seasons. That aside, the writing for this show has been objectively god awful and I wouldn't trust the writers to properly complete these arcs well at all.

That reality check aside, let's talk about these potential storylines in a hypothetical world we'd get them:

The Ton's Pushback of Kate:

Yes, it would be interesting to see how Kathony navigates it. And while we did see the Bridgertons' fall from grace last season, it's not going to stick next season. They are pretty untouchable and will bounce back for sure. In that vein, Kate would be protected and the Ton just has to suck up and be nice to her.

Violet Adjusting to Kate being The Viscountess

Okay I know this has mess potential for the conflict of it all and there was a time everyone was saying that Violet and Kate would butt heads running the household. But I can see Book!Violet doing that more than Show!Violet. The latter seems very welcoming and ready for Anthony to marry last season. Girlie was ready to retire is my personal headcanon and it would be more interesting to see Violet guide Kate into the role. Kinda like our version of The Princess Diaries but The Viscountess Diaries ahahha.

Writing this back, I'm realising I just want Kate to be happy in S3 lmao she's suffered too much in her own season already, I don't want anymore drama for my girl.

You're SO right about a potential infertilty sideplot for Kathony. It's so boring, tired and not to mention the optics are going to be shitty. Like let's add one more failure/insecurity for Kate - its like those people who propose these overly angsty canon situations for Kathony are fucked up. Why do yall wanna constantly see these character suffer? I think in fics it's fine but if you overly do it, you might wanna examine that. This isn't just about Kathony fics, across the board I have seen some authors just straight up abuse their so called 'fave' characters in the name of angst it's annoying. Like why do you hate them being happy??

If Shonda does that route with Kathony, she's just as bad and honestly I don't know what to say. She just constantly lets me down with the shows she produces, I have officially given up on her as a creator who champions for her community and characters of colour.

As always thanks for reading this far yall and for this ask, anon!