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multifandomfanfic · 2 years

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A Friend Of Your Sister

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Summary: You’ve harbored a crush on Colin Bridgerton for years. Eloise doesn’t accept that.

Warnings: angst

Word Count: ~1k

A/N: Guess who hasn't finished the first season of Bridgerton but watched the second? Me. So, this is takes place along with the events of the second season (except that Penelope isn’t in love with Colin). Enjoy!

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“Is he not wonderful?” you asked your sister, Penelope. You were sprawled across one of the couches in the Bridgertons’ drawing room. None of the Bridgerton men or mothers were present to nit-pick your every move, so the tree of you were truly relaxing. Eloise was meticulously scanning through the latest Lady Whistledown paper while Penelope sat perfectly upright next to her, probably paranoid one of the aforementioned groups would appear in the room. Pen nodded in agreement.

“He is rather good-looking as well,” she added. She carefully lifted a cup of tea off of the table next to her and took a sip.

“Can you not gush over my brother in my presence?” Eloise snapped, setting down the pamphlet. Unsuccessful this time in the never-ending quest to find Lady Whistledown’s true identity. She continued speaking as someone else entered the room, “Besides, he is completely incompetent and awkward, among other traits.”

"Who are we discussing?” an all too familiar voice asked. You immediately corrected your posture, sitting upright and looking straight forward. Penelope giggled at your discontent.

Of course, the voice belonged to the one who you were talking about: Colin Bridgerton. He was wearing a dark blue coat-jacket that matched the light yellow shirt underneath it. His collar wasn’t folded properly and his hair bounced freely as he walked towards your couch.

Pink coloring painted your cheeks. You quickly looked down at your lap. Even if he was a little aloof, as Eloise thought, Penelope was right in saying Colin Bridgerton was handsome. Not to mention he was also one of the kindest, most charming men you knew.

“Well?” he said when no one answered him. Eloise looked in your direction and raised an eyebrow. You shot her a nasty look in return.

“We were talking about the new Lord Featherington,” Penelope swiftly replied before Colin could notice Eloise and you exchanging glares.

“Oh! How is he? I heard he was in the gemstone business.”

“He’s doing well,” you piped up, briefly breaking eye contact with Eloise, “Lord Featherington says his mines are successful and he has supported us quite well.”

Colin smiled at you, causing butterflies in your stomach. You could have melted, but you stayed as stiff as a twig underneath the watchful eyes of Eloise. Her eyes burned holes in the back of your head, almost daring you to speak again. You refused.

“I am glad to hear it,” Colin responded. He then turned his attention towards Penelope and Lord Featherington’s business endeavors.

Penelope and Colin’s rather uninteresting conversation dragged on for ages. Eloise hardly participated, but you tried to look as fascinated as possible, mostly to not seem bored at something that piqued Colin’s interest. Gemstones dazzled the others, but it nearly put you to sleep.

Several times during the conversation, out of the corner of your eye, you swore you could see Colin sneaking glances in your direction several times. They were fleeting, and maybe he was looking at something behind you, but something in his stares were warm and wanting. Like he wanted to be closer to you, with you, but couldn’t.

Eventually, you realized the time and stood. Mother would be wanting you home soon as you had to help her shop. Penelope, on the other hand, was encouraged to stay at the Bridgertons’ as long as she liked. Colin also rose and excused himself from the conversation, offering to walk you out of the house and call your carriage. Eloise’s eyes followed you as you walked a little faster than usual to the door separating the entrance and the drawing room.

“Thank you for spending the afternoon with us,” he said once the drawing room door closed with a bang. The grand staircase towered over the both of you, as did the massive paintings of the Bridgerton siblings. The one of the brothers barely did Colin justice.

“It was my pleasure,” you replied, looking up into his blue irises. Colin’s smile finally succeeded in melting you in place. You met his gaze. His eyes were warm, friendly, welcoming.. longing. Something about the deep blue called you to lean closer to him. Your breath hitched in your throat. The dark pink blush across your checks returned and only grew hotter with each passing moment.

“Wait-,” you said, resting your hand on Colin’s chest, “I am a friend of your sister. This isn’t right.”

“Why is it wrong?” Colin replied, taking your hands in his and leaning even closer, “Why should Eloise have any say in our choices?

You blushed and nodded. He was right. Eloise could grow to accept your relationship (if it even lasted!). If only you could convince her.

Yet, it was too good to be true. Colin’s eyes drifted down to your lips and he seemed to be centimeters from touching your face but, before anything could come of it, footsteps sounded past the drawing room door.

Eloise appeared behind the now-open door almost as soon as the first footsteps were heard. Penelope was visible behind her after apparently failing to keep her seated. Eloise looked unusually livid. She stared daggers at the two of you, but mostly you. Her face grew red for the opposite reason that yours was.

She knew what she was interrupting. She knew what she had now ruined for you.

“Hello, Eloise,” you smiled politely, swiftly moving away from Colin, the pink slowly disappearing from your cheeks. Your stomach dropped. There was no recovering from this.

“I thought Lady Featherington requested you return home, Y/N,” Eloise said.

“Well- um, I don’t think my mother needs me that urgently.”

“Perhaps you should leave just in case,” Eloise replied snidely, “Those flowered dresses can’t buy themselves, can’t they?”

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beybaldes · 9 months

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I know why we had to say goodbye like the back of my hand

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jamie tartt x gn!reader

summary : “am i supposed to just let you go?” / “for what it’s worth, i really am sorry”

content warning : technically a part 2 ‘I’d go back in time and change it but I can’t,’ can be read stand alone, more protective!roy and bestfriend!colin, Jamie’s past is held against him and it hurts his feelings because he has changed, two uses of yn, jamie being clueless, angstyish

an : can you tell I’m obsessed with Taylor’s music? Better man is one of the best vault tracks to exist fight me I listened to it the whole time writing this fic.

Christmas and New years come and go and when the first day back at the dog track comes around you’ve almost forgotten about Jamie entirely.

You haven’t spent a single minute of the holidays thinking of him, and yet, he’s spent every single minute of it thinking about you. In no more then 10 seconds, you’d shattered whatever hope he’d had left that maybe, just maybe, he could heal things over between the two of you. And even after that, you’d still wished him a merry Christmas. He was going to get fucking whiplash if things carried on like this.

It was exactly that which had brought him to Keeley’s doorstep at 6am on New Year’s Day. Roy answers the door and he’s still in what he assumes is lasts nights clothes. Even though Roy doesn’t particularly like Jamie, not after what he did to you, he knows Jamie wouldn’t show up here without reason, so he invites him in. He guides Jamie through to the living room and says he’s going to get Keeley but that they’ll be right back. Jamie knows he must look rough if Roy wants to sit in on the conversation too.

There’s glitter on the floor after the party Jamie wasn’t invited to. He’s knows you were here last night. You may still have him blocked on everything, but Colin doesn’t, and fuck, does Colin love posting you. Posting pictures of you all dressed up for the new year, looking perfect as ever, posting videos of the two of you on his story, taking shots together or dancing ridiculously around Keeley’s living room. Part of him knows that in another life, one where he had been a better man sooner, it would’ve been him in Colin’s place; dancing with you at a party, sharing drinks with you, and if he was really lucky, maybe even sharing a kiss at midnight.

“Jamie! Hi! Hey! What are- what are you doing here, babe?” Jamie can tell she’s just as surprised as Roy was to find him here, but that doesn’t deter him from why he came. He knows there’s only one way that he can become a better man, and that’s by trying. “Here, have a pillow.”

Keeley makes sure each of them have a bright, pink pillow in their laps before she encourages Jamie to talk, leaning forward across her own pillow to show Jamie she’s really listening. Even Roy seems open to hearing him out, stretching his arms out across the back of Keeley’s sofa.

“I need to know how I can make things better with yn.”

“Oh, fuck off.” Jamie’s barely got his words out when Roy’s growled at him and Keeley’s smacked Roy in his chest. He takes her hand gently in his and holds it in his lap and Jamie almost winces at the sweet nothingness of the action. “I mean, they’ve told you to leave them alone, so, leave them alone.” Jamie thinks Roy’s changed too, until a mere second later, he lets out the fakest cough known to mankind. “Prick.”

“Oi, I didn’t come here to get bullied by a pensioner, I came here for actual advice.” And just like that Jamie had slipped back into the shell of the person he’d been trying to leave behind. People like Roy made it all too easy, picking on his weak spots with the smallest of words, and causing all his progress to come crashing down.

“What Roy means…” Keeley interrupted, breaking up the bickering before it could ever even really begin. “Is that you made your bed Jamie, now you’ve got to lie in it. If they don’t want to forgive you, or most on from the past, then that’s their choice. You can’t force anyone to forgive you.”

“But everyone else has.” Jamie whined, head thrown back against one of Keeley’s many throw pillows as he took to lying on the settee instead. “I don’t understand why they won’t. I’m trying so…” Jamie paused, sucking in a long breath. He was trying so hard to be better and he couldn’t say that because strong men didn’t need to be better, strong men didn’t want to change for the people they loved. The smaller voice, the one that grew a little louder day in and day out, said the opposite; strong men do change for the people they love, they apologise and they acknowledge their mistakes (even when it hurts to do so). “I just don’t get why they won’t forgive me when almost everyone else has.”

“Did you happen to forget that, out of everyone, yn is the one you actually, literally, cheated on?” Silence fell over Keeley’s living room for the first time in almost 24 hours, and Jamie was sure he’d never heard something so loud in his life. “That maybe, more then anything, more then an apology, what they want is for you to explain why you did what you did?”

“No one wants to know why.” Jamie scoffed, thinking of the multiple apologies he’d make to partners in his lifetime. Each and everyone wanted an apology, he would give it to them, they’d fuck one last time, and then break up on ‘mutual’ terms claiming that it was ‘for the best’. Obviously, he didn’t want things to go like that with you, he wanted to really apologise and for you to really forgive him, and then for the two of you to work on building a friendship between the two of you. But that didn’t mean he’d ever have expect you to want to know why he did what he did. “They want an apology, and for you to seem sorry, and then that’s usually it.”

Keeley eyed him suspiciously, eyes like daggers in a way unusual and unnerving to Jamie. “You don’t know why you did it, do you?”

Jamie can feel Roy’s hand curl into a fist from across the room and he’s sure that if he was any closer he’d be able to hear his blood boiling. “No.” Jamie answers instantly and honestly. “No. I don’t. That’s just who I was then.”

“That’s bullshit.” Roy’s been speaking more then Keeley has and Jamie’s wishing he’d come over for the help at a different time. “You had a year? Two years? To come up with a reason, and that’s all you’ve got?”

Jamie wants to argue. It’s his instinct to argue. To get in some brutal back and forth debating which of them was right about the matter, ultimately say something he shouldn’t, and upset Keeley by upsetting Roy just so he can get out of the conversation. The smaller voice inside his head that’s getting louder tells him the right thing to do, the thing a good man would do, is be honest. So that’s what he does. “They really cared about me, more then anyone ever had, yeah?” Jamie sits up on the sofa, leans his elbows against his knees and hangs his joined hands between his open legs, pulling at his fingers. “Do you know how scary that is? Everyone who was supposed to care about me just ends up hurting me. So, I beat them to it. Hurt them before they can hurt me.”

Keeley and Roy try and get more out of Jamie but he decides he’s been vulnerable enough today and that he has a lot to think about. He spends the remainder of his time off before the season begins again hiding in his bedroom, and thinking about what he did wrong like a told off child.

He decides that on the first day back at the dog track, he’s going to explain everything to you. He’s going to fully embody the better man he’s been trying to become, the man he knows, that once upon a time you knew, he could be.

Thankfully, you have a very peaceful first day back at the dog track. Colin and Isaac come and eat lunch in your office with you, Will hangs around throughout the afternoon helping you with some errands, and Roy brings you coffee at 4 when he knows he’s heading out for the day but you’ve still got some work to do. You’ve barely taken a sip of the saving grace when Jamie enters your office and locks the door behind him. You simply ignore him, continuing to tap away on your laptop and blocking out the image of his puppy dog eyes from your brain.

“Look, can we just talk, yeah?” It seemed Jamie had a way of making you angry by even suggesting he had a right to your time; you stopped typing even though you didn’t mean to. “I want to apologise, and explain, and even if we can’t be friends again, I just don’t want things to be weird anymore.”

“And who’s fault is it that things are weird?” You asked, closing your laptop and leaning back in your chair, creating as much space between the two of you as possible.

“I know, mine, just let me talk, yeah?” Jamie knew he had to get the words out before you interrupted him again or he’d never say them, never give you the explanation Roy had explained, and Jamie had come to understand, you deserved. “I hurt you because I didn’t want you to hurt me. You know what my dads like, what the other people I’ve dated have been like, and every single one of them leaves. And you didn’t, and you didn’t look like you were going too either.” Jamie took a deep breath, holding his own hands to stop them from shaking. “That was so scary, to me, to have someone care about me like that. And, I don’t know, my brain made me think, like, that you were just waiting to hurt me sooner or later, so I should hurt you first.”

You’d fallen completely silent and it entirely unnerved Jamie. All of it made too much sense and a part of you felt so bad for the way you’d acted these past few months. However, you also knew that while Jamie’s insecurities was an explanation to why he did what he did, that it wasn’t an excuse.

“And I couldn’t just break up with you, because I didn’t want to, and I know my actions might not have show it, but I really loved you. And, yeah, I should’ve talked about it instead of sleeping with someone else and getting you to end things, but I didn’t know how to do that back then.” Jamie sucks in a shaky breath and a part of you yearns to hug him, to tell him to not get worked up about it, but you stay in your seat. “And it fucking sucked because I got what I wanted. And I felt so good about it, that you’d hurt me by breaking up with me and that I’d been right, and then I just felt sad.” For the first time since entering your office, Jamie looks at you. “And I just wanted to let you know, that it was never your fault that I did it, it was mine.”

A long silence took over the office, neither you nor Jamie speaking or even breathing as you took in the weight of the words just said to you. Everyone had been telling you for months now that Jamie had changed and you’d been so adamant it was a ruse, but here he was, pouring his heart out to you with the best apology you think he’s ever given, and proving he was a better man.

You stood from your chair, grabbed your bag and half drunk coffee, and tucked the chair under the desk. As you grabbed your laptop and notebook to take home with you, you finally spoke up. “Thank you for explaining Jamie, you don’t know how good it is to hear that after everything. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Jamie brow creased and he moved to step closer to the door, stopping you from leaving immediately. “What? So, that’s it?” When you didn’t answer, Jamie took a step forward, reaching his hand out for yours and finding himself surprised when you didn’t push him away. “Am I supposed to just let you go?”

“You know, Jamie, I missed you every minute of every day for the first 8 months, and then I just wished you had been better.” You squeezed his hand gently and for a moment Jamie felt like he’d woken up from some bad dream and he was still where he was 2 years ago. “And then, I woke up one day, and I didn’t think of you at all.” Jamie knew he’d been a dick, he knew he’d hurt you in a way no one deserved to be hurt, he knew you loved him and he pushed that love away like you’d been offering him a loaded gun instead of the key to your heart. “You would’ve been the one if things had been different, but they weren’t different. And that’s okay, but that means you need to let me go.”

Jamie felt sick to his stomach, god, he couldn’t imagine anything worse to happen to him, and yet, he’d done it all to himself. “Im always going to love you, J.” For 2 years Jamie had imagined you saying those exact words to him, forgiving him for his mistakes and turning things back to how they used to be. It shouldn’t be breaking his heart to hear what he’d hoped, and dreamt, and spent sleepless nights praying for.

Jamie let you leave then, stepping away from the door with a downcast look across his face, and finally pulling himself away from your touch. What if he never got to touch you so softly again? What if this was the last time he ever heard you tell him you loved him? What if this was the last time you let him in your door? “For what it’s worth, I really am sorry.”

“I know Jamie, I am too.” You took a step forward, but not towards the door, wrapping your arms gently around Jamie, humming against his neck when his fingers clawed into your shirt and his lips trembled against your temple. “I am too.”

You left your office together and walked Jamie to his car, you said no when he offered you a lift home and he didn’t beg you to accept it. Even if you had said yes, you doubted he knew the drive from the dog track to your new place, and you didn’t want to hurt him more by letting him find out he didn’t know you like he knew the back of his hand anymore.

Tomorrow morning the team will be surprised by the fact you say good morning to everyone including Jamie, but for right now, alone in the empty Nelson Road car park, Jamie finally gets it, and he finally mourns the love he once lost.

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greynatomy · 1 year

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The Letter

Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

i cried while writing and every time i reread it to edit. idk if it’s actually sad or i’m just very emotional. happy bday to me, let’s be emotional together.

this is the second part to Dear Scarlett…

hope you enjoy and tell me what you think

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“Dear Scarlett,

Hey! It’s been a while. Probably forgot about me, so in case that’s true, it’s Yn.

You probably have so many questions, hopefully this letter answers most of them.

The very last treatment we did worked. It worked and we just tested way too early to find out. I figured out a about a month after you left. I didn’t tell you because we were officially divorced.

About nine months went by, I welcomed Arlo Prince Johansson into the world.

I gave him the last name Johansson because I wanted us all to have the same name. I’m sorry for keeping your surname, I couldn’t bring myself to change it.

This is where it gets crazy.

Two months before Arlo was born, I started getting extreme pains on my side. Thought it was from being pregnant, but it wasn’t. When it didn’t go away, I went to the hospital and they found tumors that were rapidly spreading to my other organs.

It was liver cancer. Advanced-stage. No cure.

I wanted to reach out to you right when I found out, but I see how happy you are now with Colin and I didn’t want to ruin and get in the way of that.

I also knew my time with Arlo was cut short so I became selfish and kept him to myself. It was just us two, and my lawyer.

You’re probably asking why I had a lawyer even after the divorce, well it’s because I had to start planning for his future before I left.

In the bag that he came with, you’ll see a some folders. Inside are all the pictures I took of him, of us. Birth certificate, DNA test, of course, in case you have any doubts. There’s also a couple CDs, SD cards, flash drives in there too.

The SD cards have more photos, the CDs have some videos I took for the major parts of his life like birthdays or his wedding, especially the birth, stuff like that. And the flash drives has some songs.

I know that I was never successful in my music or production, but I recorded some songs that I made for Arlo. Lullabies that I won’t be able to sing to him anymore. There’s also a couple original songs that I wrote through this rollercoaster of a journey.

I think I covered everything. You’re on the birth certificate if you were wondering so when I die, you’ll have full custody.

I know you’ll be an amazing mother to Arlo because of how well you raised Rose.

I love you. I never stopped. All I wanted was for you to be happy and I am glad that you have that with Colin. This is an official goodbye from me. Make sure Arlo doesn’t forget me, please.

With all my love,

Yn Johansson”

“Oh my god.” Scarlett broke down, crying.

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alyswritings · 2 years

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Sister or Daughter

Request: omg hear me out. I had an idea for another Bridgerton fic. it is still Anthony's daughter but with a twist. what if to avoid a scandal the family decided to tell the people that the baby was violets and Edmunds? (maybe he died a lil later?) and she grows up thinking it as well, basically violet adopts the baby, and she is raised as Anthony's sister but he is like incredibly protective of her, more than his other sisters ofc and a lot more gentle. anyways the only ones who know the truth are the bridgerton sibling except Francesca, hyacinth, and Gregory cause I feel like they were too young at the time and could have been fooled. anyways what if the truth comes to light? maybe not to the public but to yn? what if a sibling in a fit of rage says something about it to use it against Anthony and then that's how they find out and its just chaos?

Anthony Bridgerton x daughter!reader

Summary: Y/N finds out her life has been a lie.

Warnings: lying, i don't really know what to put, but it's angsty lol

a/n: thank you for the request!! sorry it took like forever to get out! hope you all enjoy!

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Anthony paces outside of the drawing room nervously. He knows he has to tell his parents about the pregnancy, but his mind is going through all of the worst case scenarios. He's not sure his hands have ever been this sweaty. And it's hard to breathe.

"Anthony? Son, are you all right?" He turns to find his father in the entry of the drawing room.

"Yes. Uh, ye-- yes, father. I must talk to you and mother about something." Anthony says, putting his hands behind his back, fiddling with his fingers.

"Of course. Come in." Edmund encourages. Anthony walks in, Edmund close behind him. Edmund joins his wife on the couch, both looking at Anthony expectantly. Benedict, Daphen, Eloise, and Colin are on the other side of the room, Benedict drawing, Daphne doing embroidery, and Colin and Eloise are reading books.

"What is it, dear?" Violet sweetly asks.

"Um... well, I... uh..." Anthony takes a deep breath. "I was having relations with a woman and she is now with child." He quickly states.

Anthony's siblings all seem to choke on air at the news, staring at the eldest Bridgerton sibling with wide eyes.

"What?" Edmund asks, not certain if he actually understood his eldest.

"I... a woman is with child. My child." Anthony says. His voice shakes slightly as his nerves have rised even more.

"Oh, dear." Violet whispers, putting a hand to her head.

"Are you certain?" Edmund asks.

"Yes." Anthony nods.

"We, uh... we should go." Benedict mumbles to Colin.

"We should." Colin whispers, nodding. Yet neither of them move.

"All right, well... do you plan to be in its life?" Edmund asks. "As the father, I believe you shall be, but it is your decision."

"I... more than likely, yes." Anthony answers. He's not fully sure if he's ready to be a father and he doesn't even know how he feels about the whole situation yet, but if the child needs anything, he would be there.

"What about our reputation? This could destroy everything. The children may never marry." Violet stresses.

"We do need to figure out how to avoid a scandal. If possible." Edmund agrees.

"I understand." Anthony says.

"We could say the baby is ours. Our ninth child. That's believable. Then Anthony can be around them and... and perhaps the mother." Violet says.

"Nobody outside of this room is to know. Aside from some of the help since it will be obvious your mother isn't pregnant." Edmund says.

"We'll tell everybody I'm bedridden. The last pregnancy with Hyacinth was hard enough, it's a believable story." Violet says.

"Your other siblings cannot know. Not Francesca, Gregory, or Hyacinth. No friends, no neighbors, nobody." Edmund declares.

"I understand." Anthony nods once.

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During the pregnancy with Anthony's child, the mother had moved in with the Bridgertons. But as far as the ton knew, she had left town. She never left the Bridgerton house, often alone in her temporary bedroom. After the baby was born, she was going to actually leave town.

Violet stayed in the house and the family often went to Aubrey Hall for visits so that Violet and Elizabeth, the mother of Anthony's child, could actually get fresh air. And so they were around less prying eyes.

But during one of those visits, Edmund had died of a bee sting. It sent the family down a spiral, Violet going into a depression. Anthony had to step up and take care of his siblings in the wake of his father's death, pushing his own grief aside for them.

He was handed all of the responsibilities, everything coming at him full force.

But after nine secretive, stressful, terrible nine months, the baby was finally born.

The labor took a few hours and only some of the maids were in the room with Elizabeth. After the baby was born, a maid came out of the room to where Anthony was waiting in the hallway.

Anthony looks up at the door opening, seeing the nurse walk out, a small bundle of blankets in hand.

"Here she is." The nurse softly announces, gently patting the baby's back to keep her calm.

"She? It's a girl?" Anthony asks.

"Yes, my lord." The nurse nods, a soft smile on her face. "Would you like to hold her?"

Anthony hesitates, but after a moment he nods. The nurse carefully transports the baby into Anthony's arm, the man easily finding a comfortable position to hold her in. He knows full well how to hold a baby, having many younger siblings.

Once she's in his arms, Anthony feels an overwhelming sense of love and protection come over him. Tears spring to his eyes, but he holds them back not wanting to cry in front of the maid.

"I'm sure your mother wouldn't mind you naming her." The nurse says.

"I'd have to check. Since she's a, uh... a sibling... she'd have to start with an I." Anthony says.

"I know she isn't supposed to be your child. But you should be able to name her, at the very least. I or no I. Miss Elizabeth didn't have any suggestions." The nurse states, a caring smile on her face.

"Could I be alone with her, please? The baby?" Anthony asks.

"Of course." The nurse nods before retreating back into the bedroom.

Anthony takes a deep breath, looking down at his daughter. Well, as far as most other people are concerned, his sister.

"Hello, darling." Anthony quietly greets, slowly walking to the bench in the hall. He's scared if he moves too quickly he'll drop her. Or that she'll break. "I'm sorry this is a... unique situation." He says, sitting down. He holds the baby close to him.

"Perhaps one day when you're older you'll understand. Or this will all go terribly and the family may fall apart. God, I don't know what I'm doing." Anthony mumbles to himself.

He stares down at the baby who has her eyes peacefully shut. Anthony strokes her tiny hand with his pointer finger, only stopping when the baby wraps her hand around his finger lightly.

Anthony softly smiles, looking back to her face and finding her eyes now open, matching dark brown eyes staring up into his.

"You're so beautiful, my darling." Anthony whispers. He feels the tears spring back up, a sad but loving smile on his face. "I already love you so much."

Before he can help it, a tear falls out of Anthony's eye, dropping right onto the baby's cheek. The baby starts to whine and Anthony quickly brushes the tear away.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, dear. My bad." Anthony mutters, making sure her face is completely dry. A few moments later, Y/N is calm again. "I suppose you need a name."

After thinking for a few moments, Anthony constantly rubbing his hand over the baby's head or stomach or hand or cheek, he finally comes up with something.

"How about Y/N? You like Y/N?" He asks her, earning a small babble in return. "Yes. I think it's good. Y/N Bridgerton it is, then."

Anthony places the softest kiss to her forehead, knowing he's going to do anything to make sure that she grows up happy and loved. Rather she knows she's his child or not.

- - -

The first few years of Y/N's life were a little hard for the Bridgertons. At least for Violet and Anthony. Anthony found it heartbreaking that he had to simply just watch as his daughter was raised, calling him by his name and Violet by 'mama'. He wishes he could be called 'papa' by her, but knows he can't.

Benedict spends a lot of time trying to get Anthony's mind off of the child, but even after multiple glasses of alcohol, she's still all Anthony can think about. How she can't be his and how they're lying to her every day.

He hates that most of the family is lying to her, not able to tell her the truth. No, she probably wouldn't understand it at her young age, but he still hates that they know and are not able to change anything.

Despite pretending to not be her father, Anthony couldn't help but to treat her differently from his sisters. He's more protective and fusses over her much more when she gets a scrape on the knee than if any of his sisters were to get one.

Anthony lets Y/N steal his food all the time and gives her pieces of food. Something he has never done with his sisters, unless they were upset and he was trying to cheer them up.

He does whatever Y/N asks him to.

"Why does Anthony favor Y/N?" Hyacinth once asked her two oldest sisters.

"He doesn't favor her. They simply just have a... a closer bond." Daphne tells her.

"But they're so far apart in age." Hyacinth says.

"Well, so are us and you. We get along, don't we?" Daphne asks.

"Yes. But you two don't fuss over me like he does with her. He doesn't fuss over anybody else like that but Y/N." Hyacinth says.

"Well, he had to raise her since she was born since she was born at a... a difficult time." Eloise says. "He probably just feels obligated to look after her more. He's practically her father." She says, earning an elbow to the ribs from Daphne.

"I think papa would've loved her." Hyacinth says.

"I think so, too." Daphne softly smiles at her youngest sibling who runs off to play with Gregory. Daphne turns to Eloise, a stern look on her face. ""Practically her father"? Are you mental?"

"What? He is." Eloise says.

"Yes, but nobody can know that." Daphne hisses.

"Why must we lie?" Eloise asks.

"Because of our reputation. You know having a child when not married is unacceptable." Daphne says.

"If he loved her enough, he would not care about that." Eloise says.

"You know he loves her. It was a difficult decision." Daphne says.

"It was barely his decision. Mother and father came up with it all on their own. They gave him no say." Eloise says.

"I suppose that's true. But we were sworn to secrecy and we are keeping the secret. If Anthony or mama ever decide to tell the world, or even just the others, then that's okay. But we are not going to be the ones to say anything."

"All right, all right."

- - -

"Now, what story would you like?" Anthony questions Y/N. The five year old is tucked into bed and every night Anthony reads her a story before she goes to sleep.

"Make one up." Y/N grins.

"Make one up?" Anthony repeats, Y/N nodding, a small grin on her face. "Oh, my. All right, give me a few moments."

Anthony sits on the bed, resting against the soft headboard. He puts his hand on Y/N's head, going through her hair and gently massaging her scalp. "Okay..." Anthony starts before beginning the story he was able to come up, adding things as he goes.

By the end, Anthony looks down, finding Y/N sound asleep. Anthony softly smiles, brushing some hair out of her face. He gets off the bed and leans down, kissing her forehead gently.

"Goodnight, my love." Anthony whispers.

- - -

Anthony and Daphne are arguing, against each other due to the whole Duke of Hastings relation that seems to be going on between Daphne and him.

Neither siblings notices the five year old standing outside the drawing room. Y/N had a nightmare and wanted to find one of her family members for comfort, but was distracted by the yelling between the oldest Bridgerton boy and girl.

"If anybody were to find out about you two in the garden, it would ruin this family's reputation!" Anthony shouts.

"Oh, you are one to talk!" Daphne sarcastically laughs. "If anybody were to ruin it, it would be you! You are the one to have a child out of wedlock!"

"I know what I did!" Anthony bellows. "I know what happened! And I have to live with it every day. But nobody knows about that."

"Well, they should! You choose to lie to your daughter every day of her life instead of telling her the truth! She should be able to know!"

"She's five! How would she understand?"

"She would eventually! Y/N deserves to know that you are her father and not her brother. You lie every day and we have to lie, too, and it is tiring!"

"What, you think I enjoy lying to her? You think I don't want to be the one she immediately runs to when getting hurt or-or you think I don't want to be called 'papa' instead of Anthony? But--"

"But it would ruin our reputation, yes, I know. But is that really more important than your daughter knowing the truth?"

"I'm your daughter?"

Both siblings turn to find a teary eyed Y/N in the doorway of the room. Anthony feels his heart drop and his eyes widen. Even if she were to ever find out, it should not have been this way.

Daphne's heart breaks at the sad look in her niece's eyes. She knows Y/N shouldn't have found out about her true relation to the family this way and she feels awful that she's the one who accidentally informed her.

"Y/N--" Anthony starts, beginning to go over to her, but the young girl dashes out of the room, running as quickly as she can to get away.

Anthony lets out a deep sigh, rubbing his hands over his face and through his hair.

"I'm sorry, Anthony. I-- I didn't know she was there. I wouldn't want her to find out this way." Daphne says.

"No, it... you were right. She should know. I know that. I'm the one who let the lies start in the first place. I should've told mother and father that I wanted to keep her. Actually keep her... as mine. But I went along with their plan."

"You should go talk to her." Daphne says.

"If she'll let me." Anthony scoffs. "God, what have I done?" He mutters to himself.

Anthony makes his way out of the room, going to Y/N's room. He walks in, finding Y/N, his mother, and the rest of his siblings there. They had all heard Y/N sobbing and rushed in.

Y/N managed to explain what she had heard. Violet was instantly bombarded with questions from her three youngest. The three who knew all exchanged glances, worried about what was to come, but also relieved the secret was finally out.

"Let's go, children." Violet urges.

"Will you explain everything then?" Hyacinth questions.

"Not tonight. Go back to bed." Violet orders her three youngest. She gains complaints from them, but still sends them to bed. After the three are gone, Violet shuts the door after them.

"Anthony, what happened?" Violet strictly asks.

"Daphne and I got into a fight. The truth about Y/N came out." Anthony briefly explains.

"All of you knew?" Y/N asks, looking between her siblings and mother. Well... she guesses they're her aunt, uncles, father, and grandmother. They all have guilty looks, giving the girl her answer.

"Y/N, darling..." Anthony tries.

"No! Get out!" Y/N yells. "I don't want to see any of you!"

"Y/N--"

"You've been lying! Leave!"

"Let's go." Benedict ushers his two younger siblings out.

Y/N lays on her side, her back facing the two remaining Bridgertons as she starts to cry. Her sobs break Anthony's heart, the man only wanting to scoop her into his arms and hold her tightly.

"Come along, Anthony." Violet quietly encourages. "She isn't going to talk right now."

"I'm sorry, dearest. I never wanted to lie to you. I hope one day you can forgive me." Anthony tells Y/N. He leaves the room, beelining for his office, his eyes stinging as he forces his tears to stay in.

Anthony slams the office door shut behind him, pacing the room. He slumps into his chair, burying his face in his hands. Tears stream down his face, a sob managing to escape him here and there.

Anthony pours a glass of whiskey, downing it immediately. He repeats the process, ignoring the tears.

- - -

Anthony lets out a small groan as he wakes up. His eyes squint, blinded by the sun filtering into the room. He lifts his head up, realizing he's still at his desk in his office. An empty glass is next to him, the almost empty bottle of whiskey not far away either.

Anthony groans, holding his head, grimacing at the pain.

"Oh, God." Anthony grumbles. He remembers last night's events and his heart cracks more. He doesn't know how Y/N is going to react to everything or how it's going to be different now.

Anthony sighs, knowing he has to get up, so he reluctantly leaves the office. Anthony changes into fresh clothes before going to the drawing room where he finds his entire family.

"Morning, dear." Violet greets.

"Morning." Anthony quietly says. He looks to where Y/N is sitting on one of the sofas next to Francesca, the older girl reading to her. "Morning, Y/N."

The girl doesn't pay him any attention, keeping her focus on the book Francesca has.

"She, um... she isn't talking to anybody but the youngest three." Daphne informs.

"Don't blame her. We have been lying to her face for five years." Benedict murmurs, earning smacks from his mother and older brother. "Ow."

"Y/N, may I talk to you?" Anthony asks. She still doesn't acknowledge him.

"How long do you think this will go on for?" Colin asks.

"I'd personally never talk to you lot again if you lied to me about my family." Eloise comments.

"Shut it." Daphne quietly hisses.

- - -

Two weeks later, Y/N is still pretty good at giving most of her family the cold shoulder. She'll speak to them if she absolutely has to, but it's only short answers.

The young girl is currently sitting on the swings, staring at the ground as she lightly pushes her feet, not having much enthusiasm to actually swing.

She hears a throat clear and looks up to see Anthony standing near her.

"Hi." He greets. She doesn't respond, just looking back down at the ground. "Mind if I join you?" He asks. Y/N doesn't answer.

Anthony goes to the other swing and sits down. He lightly pushes the swing back and forth, much like Y/N is doing.

"Listen, love." Anthony starts, fiddling with his hands nervously. "I am deeply... deeply sorry for us making you think you were our sibling. We should not have lied to you about how you fit into the family. It was wrong."

"Why did you do it then?" Y/N quietly asks.

"We... we had an image to uphold. And none of us really wanted to break it. We would be... our family would've been looked down on. Having a child without being married is... is wrong."

"And that's what you did?" Y/N asks.

"Yes." Anthony nods.

"So I'm a mistake?" She asks, finally looking over at him. Her eyes are glossy which breaks Anthony's heart.

"No. No, darling, not at all." Anthony states. He gets off his swing and kneels in front of her. "You are not at all a mistake. You are... you are the greatest thing to ever happen to me. And I should not have agreed to keeping the fact that you're my daughter a secret. I shouldn't have let it go this far."

"And I am still deeply sorry for that and I will forever be sorry for it. I intended to tell you one day. I did not want you to fight out the way you did. You should've been able to find out in a calmer setting."

"So are we gonna keep pretending I'm not yours?" Y/N asks.

"No. No. I've had a lot of time to think these past two weeks... and I am more than ready to reveal the truth. Keeping you hidden is not the correct thing to do and it never was. From now on, I promise to not lie to you about anything."

"You are my daughter and you always will be."

"It's going to take some time to get used to that." Y/N informs.

"I know. However long it takes, I will be there and you can get comfortable with everything at your own pace." Anthony says. "But you need to know I love you. More than anything."

"I love you, too... papa." Y/N says, making a face at the name. "It's still slightly weird." She says making Anthony lightly chuckle. "But not that weird. You are the only papa I've known anyway."

Anthony softly smiles. He leans forward and kisses her on the forehead.

He knows it would take a while for Y/N to fully accept the truth and get used to it, but he was willing to wait and provide her with unconditional love no matter what.

Taglist: @glxwingrxse

#anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton x daughter reader #anthony bridgerton x daughter!reader #bridgerton #violet bridgerton #daphne bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #colin bridgerton

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STARDUST REBLOG CHALLENGE Masterlist

September 🍂

Week 1 (9.7~9.11)

9/7、9/8

Diplomatic Negotiations drabble by @oh-my-damn

were-creature Wednesday: werewolf Ari and Luna by @imaginedreamwrite

Dark Tony Stark x Reader by @mrsdarkandyandere7

Avengers Game Night Headcanon by @marvel-sambuckyvibes

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader by @angelltheninth

Dennis Baker drabbles by @ littlelioncub43

Bucky Barnes | B&B SFW Alphabet by @rookthorne

One Night Stand by @caplanbuckybarnes

Dennis Baker married life by @ littlelioncub43

Whumptember 2022 prompt:sick pairing:Frank Adler /little!reader by @comfortcap

Tell him you’re mine(Curtis Everett /fem!reader) by @vivianandherlily

Forgot by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Bring me to life part 1 by @nekoannie-chan

Love poison (Steve Rogers /fem!reader) by @empyreanwritings

9/9

‘Cause I can’t help if you look like an angel by @wildestdreamsblog

Andy Barber (Mr.Freezy) x reader by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

For You I’ll Fight || Bruce Wayne Imagine by @holymultiplefandomsbatman

Forgot - but then Steve Remembers by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Clubs and Things by @samwilsonsbabymama

AU!Buckys and their readers by @angrythingstarlight

Fluff and nsfw (fluff part) by @ronearoundblindly

Stars and Stripes | s.w. by @sweetascanbee

There's still time (Eddie Brock x Reader) by @raincoffeeandfandoms

in layman's terms by @sweetdreamsbuck

Beautifully Unfinished by @kayteewritessteve

Midnight Stroll by @drabblewithfrannybarnes

The Feeling’s Mutual by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 by @buckycuddlebuddy

CE characters react when their girls withhold sex..just to tease him hc by @royalsweetteaa

9/10

The maid of Mr. Barnes - Part 6 (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @disasterofastory

Gotcha Day | s.r. by @sweetascanbee

Summer Wedding by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Vampire reader x steve by @ronearoundblindly

deep sea mermaid reader x steve by @ronearoundblindly

art - bucky barnes x reader by @onceuponastory

college bruce banner x g/n! reader by @fluffyprettykitty

9/11

mob boss! Steve x reader by @angrythingstarlight

Andy Barber x reader (3k wheels of filth drabble celebration) by @ the-iceni-bitch

Royal Flush-Part 5* by @ilovefandoms102

steve rogers x trench mermaid pt.2 by @ronearoundblindly

fluffy Friday (Ari x Luna) by @imaginedreamwrite

Steve x fem!reader by @sanguineterrain

once in a lifetime by @ classicalmarvel

Blanket Monster by @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Give Me a Hand? by @the-iceni-bitch

Week 2

The One in Charge by @raincoffeeandfandoms

boyfriend!Ari Levinson x student! Reader by @junipermuses

FK!Ari x reader by @onsunnyside

Jake Jensen x reader by @littlelioncub43

𝐌𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐍-𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 by @vivianandherlily

Mixed Signals - Part I: A Chris Evans Mini Fic (Three Parts) by @chris-evans-fics

Happy Father's Day - Jake Jensen by @justalonelyslytherin

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY - COLIN SHEA by @justalonelyslytherin

Hey, Kitty Kitty by @royalsweetteaa

Sprinkle by @buckyalpine

Heavenly Touch by @straywords

bucky barnes x reader by @annab-nana

bucky barnes x reader quote by @incorrectanything

Ari x Reader: won't you whisper soft and slow? (One Shot) by @cruelfvkingsummer

adopted a puppy CE x reader by @imyourbratzdoll

Hot Tubs and Bubs by @f10werfae

Escape by @golden-ariess

whats-it-like-being-tall-yn-is-it by @hannibals-favourite-meal

Sox (Chris Evans x Reader Headcannon) by @cevansgoatee

CE x reader 3 parts by @classicalmarvel

HONEYMOON WITH ARI by @classicalmarvel

safe in your arms by @classicalmarvel

winter things by @classicalmarvel

you make me feel like a teenager in loveee! by @classicalmarvel

3 headcanons by @classicalmarvel

Mob Bucky x F reader by @buckyalpine

Well-deserved throne by @sinner-as-saint

A morning with Stevie- questions and answers by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Sleepy by @comfortcap

steve rogers x reader quote by @incorrectcapsicle

Fresh Fallen Snow, Part 6 by @georgiapeach30513

Civil war Bucky + overstimulation (light fic) by @buckgasms

A simple mission by @nekoannie-chan

steve rogers x reader quote by @incorrectcapsicle

40s Bucky + Virginity by @buckgasms

Summer Wedding Part 4 by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Happy ending by @nekoannie-chan

fluffy smut steve rogers x reader by @the-iceni-bitch

Silverfox Johnny drunk rambling to his baby by @imaginedreamwrite

𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 by @buckycuddlebuddy

Like Braille by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

Smut Dialogue: “Is that a thong?” with Ari Levinson by @the-iceni-bitch

October 🎃

S IS FOR SMOOTH by @peternoonewantsthat

Plushie Problem by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

SOMEBODY ELSE by @shedobewritingalittle

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 by @vivianandherlily

Time For A Break- Chris Evans xreader fic by @sarahrogersevans

DAY 21 — THIGH FUCKING by @bucky-barnes-diaries

Flashed a Tit by @f10werfae

Summer wedding Part 6 by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Part 5

Part 4

Part 3

Part 2

Part 1

Mafia!Bucky x Reader by @angrythingstarlight

OVER AND OVER - ARI LEVINSON SMUT by @frostironfudge

Misreaders by @royalesweetteaa

DAY 20 — THIGH RIDING by @bucky-barnes-diaries

A PLACE TO COME HOME TO by @justalonelyslytherin

I WANT YOU- CHRIS EVANS XREADER FAN FIC by @sarahrogersevans

Slice of Life by @fluffycutecevans

HEAVEN FOR YOU: PART 4 by @imaginedreamwrite

KITCHEN DISASTER by @nekoannie-chan

𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝟒 by @buckyhoney

POSTCARDS MASTERLIST by @sebbytrash

𝗖𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗱𝘀 𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁- 𝗔𝗿𝗶 𝗟𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻 by @gutflorizt

FOOLS RUSH IN (OCT 20TH) by @ronearoundblindly

TWO OF US by @lovebittenbyevans

Drabble 1

Drabble 2

Drabble 3

Drabble 4

Drabble 5

IG Posted ｜Part 2 ｜ Part 3 ｜

Aesthetic au

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

I know heaven’s a thing, I go there when you touch me by @wildestdreamsblog

SHORT STUFF - BUCKY BARNES X READER by @youlightmeupfinn

Ransom/daycare! reader by @imaginedreamwrite

A TOUCH OF DESIRE by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

UNTITLED DRABBLE by @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

HIS BRIDE by @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

TICKLETOBER DAY 18: CHASE by @supermarvel-fics

A DAY FULL OF SURPRISES- STEVE ROGERS XREADER FIC by @sarahrogersevans

A TEASE by @lokiandbuckysdoll

MOVING DAY by @fortheloveoffanfic

CAT-SITTING by @youre-amazing-say-it

NASTY NAUGHTY BOY || STEVE ROGERS X FEM!READER by @ro-is-struggling

college fuckboy buck x f reader by @buckyalpine

Kiss it Better by @straywords

A DATE WITH THE BOSS by @lokiandbuckysdoll

BUCKY BARNES | ONE SHOT | OKAY by @adrinktostopyourthirst

HIDE AND SEEK | STEVE ROGERS BY @earth616variant

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Your Protector, Forever BY @wildestdreamsblog

Nursing Our Hearts Back to Health BY @justalonelyslytherin

THE DAY STEVE ROGERS SAVED ME FROM A FIRE- STEVE ROGERS XREADER FIC BY @sarahrogersevans

innocent crybaby reader: bodyguard ari BY @onsunnyside

corruption kink by @holylulusworld

Writers Block by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

kinktober masterlist by @bubblessunshinehoney

Steven/Marc/Jake x F!Reader by @soonknight

Kinktober bingo by @nomadicpixel

Shorty McLovin by @f10werfae

Timeless lovin’ by @royalsweetteaa

Part 1

FARM BOY STEVE by @onsunnyside

IT’S FUN BEING BAD by @sunshinebuckybarnes

Loud Thoughts & Hot Cocoa- Chris Evans xreader fan fic by @sarahrogersevans

LOVERS IN THE ORCHARD by @vintagestarlight

Kinktober Masterlist by @luxeavenger

kinktober masterlist by @imyourbratzdoll

kinktober masterlist by @traitorjoelite

STARTING GATE by @navybrat817

werewolf Curtis x Luna by @imaginedreamwrite

The Fitness Pack masterlist by @holylulusworld

JUST A LITTLE TASTE | B. BARNES by @buckspumpkin

Kissing + Wakanda Bucky by @buckgasms

FRESH FALLEN SNOW by @georgiapeach30513

Nothing I Won’t Do- Chris Evans xreader fan fic by @sarahrogersevans

TAME by @buckyalpine

CE CHARACTERS PODCAST HEADCANNON AND WHAT THEY WOULD LISTEN TO XREADER by @sarahrogersevans

PHIL’S BIRTHDAY by @anotherfuckingmarvelfanaccount

𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 (1) ₊˚ପ⊹ 𝙗.𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 • 𝙨.𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 by @hellsbarnes

CALL IT DREAMING by @helios-writes

SAM WILSON X GN!READER (FLUFF) by @rodrikstark

BATHTIME | B.B. by @intrepidacious

HARD TO HANDLE by @rubynationwins

ok maybe not a good guy but at least a dateable guy? by @angrythingstarlight

HAPPINESS GREED? by @ace-of-gay

kinktober masterlist by @ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused

BOUND BY THE NIGHT by @jobean12-blog

SHE’S NOT YOU by @alisonsfics

Title: One Night Only by @jessybarnes

Bucky craving pumpkins with reader by @foreverindreamlandd

FRIENDLY COMPETITION by @hannibals-favourite-meal

Angrydaddy Andy forcing kitten reader to hump on his leather shoes while he is in a meeting by @onsunnyside

TOGETHER FOREVER by @syntheticavenger

EARPIECE STEVE ROGERS X GN!READER (FLUFF) by @rodrikstark

Kinktober Masterlist by @bucky-barnes-diaries

512 - B.B by @the-canary

HOMECOMINGSTEVE ROGERS X F!READER (FLUFF) by @rodrikstark

Always Enough by @jobean12-blog

Ned；bucky barnes x reader by @buckyalpine

SWEET DREAMS by @buckyalpine

WHAT YOUR HONEYMOON WITH STEVE ROGERS WOULD INCLUDE... by @alloftheimaginesblog

PRETTY GIRL by @jewels2876

JUMP WITH ME by @writercole

best friend Bucky by @buckyalpine

chris x foreigner reader by @imyourbratzdoll

andy barber x reader x steve rogers(past relationship) by @imyourbratzdoll

STAY by @librariesandcastles

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐬. by @imyourbratzdoll

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑨𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 by @imyourbratzdoll

Growing Pains Series by @cevansbrat0007

Kinktober 2022 by @holylulusworld

COCKTAIL by @jobean12-blog

KINKTOBER DAY 12: MOMMY KINK W/ STEVE ROGERS by @marvelouscharlie24

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist by LATE-TO-THE-PARTY-81

SECRET FAMILY RECIPE - STEVE ROGERS by JUSTALONELYSLYTHERIN

DON’T SAY ANYTHING (PART 3) by CUMONBUCKY

DON’T SAY ANYTHING (PART 2) by CUMONBUCKY

animal shifter au by SARGENTBARXES

boss!vampire!bucky x PA plus size reader by SEBASTIANSLUTS

SHOW ME by SPECTRE-POSTS

DO YOU WANT TO HAVE AN ALPHA? by WELLDONEBECA

THIRD WHEEL by HANNIBALS-FAVOURITE-MEAL

"YOU KEPT THIS?" by JUSTALONELYSLYTHERIN

SAME SIDE by NEKOANNIE-CHAN

KINKTOBER DAY 10: BITING W/ LLOYD HANSEN by MARVELOUSCHARLIE24

Second Chance- Steve Rogers xreader fan fic by SARAHROGERSEVANS

THE MAID OF MR. BARNES + LONG NIGHT (BUCKY BARNES X READER) by DISASTEROFASTORY

AUTUMN IS HEALING by RONEAROUNDBLINDLY

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬: Ari Levinson and Nomad Steve Rogers by LILACEVANS

what each of the guys' dicks look like and i need to know your opinion now by VALLEYFAE

I Will Never Forget. He Never Did Either by ROYALWRITERSOFTHEUNIVERSES

November ❄️

Week 1

Week 2

Week 3

Week 4

December ☃️

Week 1

Week 2

Week 3

Week 4𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝

#stardust reblog challenge #nana's reblog challenge

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mel21 · 10 months

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bridgerton x reader

Foreign reader part 2 fem reader Anthony's wife

Warning-Out of date opinions on Europe truthful on the period of time,mention of vodka

Eliose-YNN could you take me to one of those European dress shops?

YN-What happened to not wanting to look like a prized calf?

Eliose-Europe doesn't go over the top do they?

Colin-Have you forgotten France is in Europe ladies?

YN-Eliose ill take you shopping but don't find a European man to marry they tend to be very interesting ways on marriage

Colin-Dont the Russians use there wives as private punching bags?

Benedict-As do the French and Germans

Anthony-Some in England too but we don't really address them as men

YN-what are they then Apples?

Daphne-There is bad and good in us all and all marriages have ups and downs and I don't think we call them Apple

Colin-Yes but in my travels I always lots of European women being hit in public by husbands and brothers.I guess we can tell why YN married Anthony

Benedict-Well it most likely wasn't his alluminating conversation

Anthony-*slaps Benedict and Colin upside the head playfully*

Daphne-Eliose you don't have to marry just yet you have a few years left

YN-I was 20 when I got married so you don't need to worry

Benedict-Yes but Anthony was 27 at the time right?

Anthony-I was yes bit old I have no reason to not marry later if I wish and she travelled more than Colin did to get here

Colin-You did bring some vodka right? I haven't had it since my trip to St Petersburg

Daphne-Brother do be quiet we know you travelled and we all know YN carries vodka around and we all know you two are as Anthony calls it drinking buddies

I am absolutely obsessed with this image

#bridgerton imagine #Reader #anthony bridgerton #colin bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #Yn bridgerton #Marriage #Europe #Regency era #Yn #Bridgerton #bridgerton rp

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ithebookhoarder · 3 years

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Bridgerton Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Anthony Bridgerton x Reader (Y/N):

All’s Fair in Love and Cricket

In Your Hands

Relationship A - Z

Truth or Dare

With a s/o who suffers from chronic pain

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader (Y/N):

An Artistic Dilemma

Having a poet / writer for a s/o

High on life

Relationship A - Z

Taking The Plunge

With a s/o who suffers from chronic pain

Colin Bridgerton x Reader (Y/N):

Relationship A - Z

Weak In The Knees (Colin Bridgerton x F!Reader)

With a s/o who suffers from chronic pain

Daphne Bridgerton x Reader (Y/N):

With a s/o who suffers from chronic pain

Eloise Bridgerton x Reader (Y/N):

Relationship A - Z

The sun and the moon (Eloise Bridgerton x f!reader)

To Lady Phillipa, with love (Eloise Bridgerton x f!reader)

This Love (Eloise Bridgerton x f!reader)

With a s/o who suffers from chronic pain

You Belong With Me (Eloise Bridgerton x f!reader) Part 1 / Part 2

Francesca Bridgerton x Reader (Y/N):

With a s/o who suffers from chronic pain

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fandom-puff · 3 years

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What a Question

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x reader

Requested by: anon ‘Can I request a Benedict Bridgerton x reader? Reader is married to Benedict and is pregnant with their first child and its the scene where Eloise comes into the drawing room and is like "How does a lady come to be with child?" and reader is just like 😳 and Benedict and Colin start teasing her and Eloise is just 🤨🤔’

Notes: this is my first time writing for Benedict so be nice plz. Also I’m not rlly happy w how this turned out but I hope u like it

Warnings: period typical attitudes towards sex, references to smut

Gif creds to owner

“So how does a lady come to be with child?”

The melody that Daphne had been playing ended with an abrupt crash of the keys as Violet and Hyacinth’s conversation died down, as well as Colin and Benedict’s.

“Eloise what a question!” Violet said, hurrying over to shush her outspoken daughter.

“I thought a lady needed to be married; apparently it’s not even a requirement,” Eloise said, smirking triumphantly, before Violet cut her off.

“A requirement for what?” You asked cheerily, coming into the room, your hand resting elegantly on the top of your bump.

“Ah, YN, you should know,” Eloise said, hurrying to sit between her brothers. “And you two-”

“Do not look at me,” Benedict said quickly and you frowned, your face heating up quickly.

“Have you ever been to a farm, El?” Colin said, causing you to gasp as Benedict smacked him upside the head.

“I hope you two aren’t encouraging improper topics of conversation,” Violet warned over her shoulder, encouraging Daphne to start playing again.

“Oh, not at all. In fact, Benedict and I were about to get our sticks out,”

“Colin Bridgerton!”

“A round of fencing!”

“You most certainly are not going fencing just yet, Benedict after I climbed those stairs with your child crushing my innards,” you said sternly

Violet sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, before saying something about escaping to the library with Gregory and Hyacinth. When her mother and younger siblings were safely out of earshot, Eloise looked back between her brothers, and again at you (or more accurately, your belly). “So… how does it happen?” Eloise asked in a hushed voice.

“Oh… well… when a man and a woman love each other very much,” you began.

“Although even that isn’t a requirement for some people,” Colin smirked.

“But… you and Ben love each other,” Eloise observed, and you nodded quickly. “So one does not have to be married, nor love one’s partner… so it just… happens?

“No!” You said quickly.

“There is a bit of… method,” Colin said, smirking at his brother and sister-in-law’s awkwardness. “And it’s rather simple really, even Benedict managed to do it to YN,”

“Wait… the man needs to… do something to the woman,” Eloise said, eyes wide.

“Oh yes,” Colin said, eyes bright with wickedness, and you wished you could melt into the chair as Eloise looked at you. “So you must not let a man touch you, unless you want to have a baby,”

“Oh, no!” Eloise said, horrified. “But… what about just before? I sat right by you, squashed in the middle of you two great lumps,”

“Oh, enough!” You said. “Colin’s japing,” you explained. “It’s rather more complicated than that, and it all depends on a lady’s monthly-”

Colin cringed slightly and a light pink blush crept onto Benedict’s cheeks. “Why don’t you go to the nursery, El?” he said suddenly, nodding to you. “And YN will tell you properly,”

“Yes, of course. I suppose that makes the most sense; she is the lady with child after all,”

“Yes, YN is the expert when it comes to it,” Colin piped up. “I’m sure she and Ben really enjoyed-ow!” Even though your back was to them both as you walked out of the room with your elbow linked with Eloise, you knew Benedict had elbowed his brother.

***

“So you don’t… bleed any more?” Eloise asked as she helped you go through the baby clothes kept in the Bridgerton home’s nursery

“No. I won’t until after the baby comes,” you said gently. “Because the baby is using all of the blood as a sort of cushion in my womb. The doctor said it is how he or she will eat and breathe until they are born,” you said, appreciating that Eloise did not squirm at the mentioning of natural bodily functions. “That’s how I knew I was with child; my cycle stopped and I was plagued with nausea for weeks,”

Your sister-in-law nodded slowly. “Is what Colin said true? About touching a man, I mean. Because I should like to avoid falling pregnant until I am absolutely ready, which I’m sure will be never,”

Laughing quietly, you shook your head. “Colin was just teasing you,” you explained. “It is true that one needs both a man and a woman to make a baby, but it is rather more complicated than simply being touched by a man. If that were the case, every woman in the country would be great with child. It takes a rather… special touch,” you murmured, looking away to hide your flustered face as you thought of passionate nights spent with Benedict.

“Special? How special? What happens?” Eloise urged, and you looked over your shoulder, petrified that Violet Bridgerton would be listening at the door, ready to reprimand you for corrupting her unmarried second daughter. “Oh go on, please, YN. Mama is in the other side of the house,” Eloise begged. “I feel so stupid all the time; I’m not allowed to go to university because of my gender. I should be allowed to know exactly how the female body works, as whatever it is that happens will surely happen to my body too. I should like to prepare myself, and not float about all naive like Daphne and the Featherington’s and every other girl in the blasted ton,”

Eloise was truly a force to be reckoned with when she wanted to know something, and she did have a point with knowing her own anatomy. “I… okay,” you said, folding a swaddling cloth up. “In order for a baby to grow inside a woman, the man must first… put his seed inside of her,”

“Like a meal?”

“Er… no. You cannot fall pregnant via your mouth,” you said. After all, Ben had showed you that months ago… “the man and the woman must… join their bodies. A-and they are… well, they are made to fit together,” Eloise nodded slowly. “And men and women join together by their most intimate parts… ah…” you lowered your voice to a whisper. “Between one’s thighs,”

Eloise nodded slowly, staring at your belly. “Thank you for explaining that to me, YN,” she said. “I suppose Penelope and I no longer have to fret about ending up like…” you arched your eyebrows. “Like… somebody’s maid,” she corrected herself as you began walking back to the parlour.

As you entered the room, Benedict and Colin looked up, opening their mouths, surely about to say something smart. “You needn’t bother yourselves,” you warned, and luckily, they knew better than to try and mess with a pregnant lady.

Sighing, you sat next to your husband, resting your head on his shoulder as he rested his hand on your belly, kissing your forehead tenderly. “Are you alright, El?” He asked, spotting his sister staring at you both out of the corner of his eye.

“I just realised… in order for YN to be with child… you had to put your seed in her womb and- oh god- join between her thighs… urgh!”

Tags: @once-upon-an-imagine

Also @pinkandblueblurbs and @epaige0914 bc u commented on my post lol

#bridgerton x reader #bridgerton imagine #Eloise bridgerton imagine #benedict bridgerton #Benedict bridgerton x reader #Benedict bridgerton imagine #request #2021

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wolveria · 3 years

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Inside Your Wires - Ch 25

Pairing: Human!Connor x Android!Reader

Series Warnings (18+ only): Eventual smut, slow burn, fantasy bigotry, violence, brief noncon elements, angst with a happy ending

Chapter Summary: Connor questions all of his life decisions. The conclusion? He's doomed.

AO3

It took all of his concentration to focus on the road and not on the android in the passenger seat.

That he was taking home.

To his apartment.

For the night.

Connor really hadn’t thought this through.

He also had neglected to tell Hank, or Colin, or anyone else who might give a shit, which was a considerably short list. He certainly didn’t think CyberLife would mind if they didn’t care he’d shot the android through the skull.

His grip tightened on the wheel as his head throbbed in time with the bass. He’d tried to turn up the music, but the android’s little LED had spun and she’d hacked his goddamn car so he couldn’t.

They were his eardrums. If he wanted to ruin them, that should be well within his right.

Except that, like, he didn’t know how advanced this android’s hearing was, and he didn’t want to break her. Again.

It was going to be a long night. What the fuck was he going to do with a detective android in his apartment for the next several hours? God only knew what she’d see with those scans of hers, and he only prayed she wouldn’t start licking random surfaces. Connor shuddered at the thought.

“Are you cold, Detective?” asked the object of his anxiety. He released a huff, reminding himself the android probably had super senses. No jerking off tonight, no matter how many doors and walls between them.

He was a little cold, though.

“I’m fine—ugh.”

It was too late; she’d already hijacked his AC and turned on the heater too. Whatever. At least she was showing a sliver of personality again. He had started to hate the dull-eyed, obedient machine CyberLife had returned to him. It was Connor’s own damn fault she’d come back in that condition to begin with, and he was well aware of it. Made him feel like the biggest pile of shit on the planet.

If only Conrad could see him now, having an existential crisis over a machine. It was bad enough that he’d witnessed Connor freak out and carry Yin down to his car, bridal-style. Connor had muttered something about the prototype being an extremely expensive police unit on loan from the CyberLife’s R&D department, which was true.

But the side-eye Conrad had given him? He knew his brother saw right through his defensive bullshit.

Connor parked the car in his normal spot, locked the car, and tried not to walk like a guilty suspect when he crossed the lobby with the android in tow. Thankfully, the desk clerk kept his thoughts to himself.

When they reached the front door of his apartment, it took Connor a moment of shoving his shoulder against the door to get it to open. The jamb was slightly off-kilter, the result of an enthusiastic YN unit having barged her way inside. Considering the way she’d found him, the evidence of his self-destruction gathered around him, he couldn’t blame her for a busted door.

But when she said, “I’m sorry for breaking your door, Detective. CyberLife will pay for the damages,” his answer came fast and with a small smirk.

“Don’t worry, I’ll send them a bill.”

Connor shut the door behind the android, who came to a stop in the middle of the apartment. For one of the few instances he’d noticed, she seemed unsure about what to do with herself.

“You can, uh, take a seat. Or wander around. Whatever you want, I’m gonna grab you something to wear.”

He didn’t wait for a response since Yin already had her eyes locked on the picture frames on his bookshelf, proving him correct that the android was going to disseminate his life, piece by piece, by the time the night was over.

Connor found he didn’t mind as much as he thought he would.

After grabbing clothes he thought would fit her measurements the closest, Connor returned to the living room to catch sight of the android holding up one of the frames. Most of the pictures he had on his desk at work, so they wouldn’t be anything new for the nosey android.

This one… was not displayed at the precinct. Judging by the fast blink of her blue light, she’d already figured out it was a photo of his biological parents, taken just weeks before their deaths.

Connor cleared his throat unnecessarily, or perhaps not. Yin lifted her head in a somewhat jerky motion, eyes comically wide as if she’d been caught going through his underwear drawer.

Connor smirked, letting himself enjoy the little things in life like startling an advanced prototype. She dropped her eyes to the bundle in his arms.

“Oh, thank you.”

Yin carefully lowered the picture frame back into its place, and Connor breathed in relief when she didn’t bombarding him with questions.

Instead, she did something far worse.

“Uh—what are you doing?” he squeaked in a voice that hadn’t been that high since before puberty.

Yin looked up from where she’d already unbuttoned her dress shirt halfway down her chest.

“These clothes are for me, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, but. You can’t—you can’t just...” Connor pinched the bridge of his nose. “You can’t just strip here. Go in the bathroom to get changed.”

“Oh, I see.”

Yin smiled far too serenely for the situation as she thankfully removed her fingers from her dress shirt and took the clothes out of his arms. Once she was out of sight and safely behind a closed door, Connor groaned and rubbed his face.

How am I going to survive the night?

The knock that answered, followed by a “Connor, you in there!” coming from his front door informed him that he would not, in fact, survive the night.

“Shit. Shit shit shit.” Connor hurried to the door and threw it open. Hank was standing on the other side, still in his work clothes (a nice suit and tie, except for the fact his dress shirt was a pattern harsh enough to make someone dizzy) and looking like he hadn’t even gone home yet.

“Connor!” Hank’s large hands were on his shoulder, frantic eyes scanning him more closely than any android could. “Are you okay?”

“What? Yeah, I’m fine, why—“

“Why?” Hank’s eyes bulged. “You really gotta ask me why? After the shit that went down today?!”

“Slow down, Hank, I’m okay!”

“Okay?!” he barked out the word, face turning red, his gestures wild. “You were shot at by a goddamn deviant! You coulda been killed! What were you thinking, going after that thing alone?! What would have happened if—if—“

Connor did the only thing that would stop Hank from spiraling; he wrapped his arms around him, hugging him tightly around the shoulders.

“I’m fine, Dad. I promise.”

Hank took a shuddering breath before bracing his own arms around Connor’s ribcage, squeezing so hard it almost hurt, but he wouldn’t complain. Not when it’s what Hank needed, and maybe Connor needed it too. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d done this.

“What if I’d lost you, Connor?” Hank’s voice was low and rough, no doubt thinking of a son he had lost. “I can’t lose you. I can’t.”

“I know. You’re not going to. I promise.”

“You can’t go making promises like that.”

“Watch me.”

Hank gave a deep huff that turned into a chuckle, and Connor smiled. No matter how dark Hank’s moods got, Connor could always pull him out of it. At least in that regard, Connor wasn’t a totally useless son.

A door clicked open and Connor frowned, having completely forgotten about—oh, no—

Hank pulled away, looked over Connor’s shoulder, and gave an impressive scowl.

“What the hell is that doing here?” His eyes dropped and his mouth twisted. “And why’s it wearing your clothes?”

Before Connor even had the chance to answer, Hank had already come to the wrong conclusions, judging by the glare he was beaming Connor’s way.

“I’d expect Colin to pull this kind of thing, but not you.”

“Hey!” Connor protested in a very undignified yelp. “It’s not—that’s not what this is!”

Hank folded his arms over his chest and gave Connor his most formidable glare.

Connor released a sigh and turned toward the android, and he realized Hank might have a point. Yin stood there in Connor’s ill-fitting white shirt and sweatpants, barefoot with her hair half-pinned, looking like she’d just rolled out of bed.

My bed, Connor’s horny brain helpfully supplied.

“Could you, uh, give us a moment?” he asked through the lump in his throat. He didn’t know where he expected the android to go, maybe out into the building hallway, but she gave a nod and retreated into his bedroom and shut the door.

Connor’s ears were practically on fire. Hank’s expression was even less amused than before.

“Did you just politely ask an android to leave?”

Connor wisely ignored the question and pressed forward to the more important task at hand—namely making sure his adoptive father didn’t leave thinking Connor was some kind of android-fucker.

Connor might have been sexually frustrated, not to mention he’d been alone for too long, but he at least had some standards and morals left to his tattered dignity.

“She’s the reason I wasn’t shot, okay?” Connor said. “She saved me. Shoved me out of the way and took a bullet for me, so I let her stay here for a few hours so she can repair. That’s all.”

Hank deflated somewhat, but he still glared suspiciously at the closed bedroom door.

“And it’s wearing your clothing because?”

“Hers were covered in blood, so I got her some of mine—“

Hank went pale so fast Connor thought he might pass out.

“No, not my blood! That blue blood stuff, Thirium, she was covered in it and… Yeah.”

“Why didn’t it just go back to CyberLife? That’s what it did when the sex bot shot it, right?”

Hank’s dubious glare was turned on him now, and suddenly Connor had the sinking feeling he was being interrogated. He knew that look in the interrogation room well enough.

“She wasn’t damaged enough for that, so I had Echo take a look at her. I don’t want to keep sending Yin back to CyberLife in case they might get the wrong idea that—“

“You… named… the android?”

Connor winced, rubbing the back of his neck. He hadn’t been lectured this bad since Hank first arrested him as a teenager.

“She needed a name. Why-En-Eight-Hundred doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue when I need to get her attention in a dangerous situation. There’s nothing wrong with naming an android—“

“Well, then, what’s this she and her business, huh?” Hank gestured toward the bedroom door. “It’s not a girl, it just looks like a girl!”

“I know what she is, Hank.”

Heavy silence fell between them as they glared at one another. Connor refused to budge, and eventually, Hank’s gaze dropped with a sigh.

“I just… need you to be careful, son. If androids are going off-script, especially with this new leader of theirs, then you gotta keep one eye on that thing at all times. Even if it doesn’t go deviant, it doesn’t take its orders from the DPD, either. At the end of the day, it’s CyberLife’s bloodhound. We’re just taking it for a walk.”

Connor hated to admit… Hank had a point. One that ate away at him at every reminder that no matter how Connor might have warmed up to her, the reverse didn’t necessarily apply.

Connor was just a means to an end, a way for Yin to complete her mission, and he needed to remember that.

Hank departed with one last hug, a warning to be careful, and a promise that he would call him in the morning. Once he left, Connor’s gaze drifted to the closed door. He approached it slowly and nearly raised a fist to knock. Knock on his own damn bedroom door.

Connor turned the handle, hackles raised as if he were in a haunted house about to be jumped by a monster. Instead, the only occupant of the room sat on the edge of his bed, staring out at the city through the window.

Yin turned her head as soon as he opened the door and rose to her feet, hands clasped in front of her hips like a child trying to show how obedient she was. Connor sighed and rubbed a hand through his hand, another gesture he’d picked up from Hank.

“I apologize if my presence is causing you any trouble,” she stated.

“Huh? Oh, no, Hank is fine. Or he will be. Especially since you… saved me. And not for the first time.” He winced. “I’m not sure I’ve ever properly thanked you for that, so… Thank you.”

The android tilted her head and blinked. Connor was certain that was the only reaction he was going to get, but then she did the same thing she’d done at the tower when talking to the officer. The corners of her lips slightly turned upwards, as if she wanted to smile but didn’t quite know how.

Fuck, it was cute.

“You’re welcome, Detective.”

Really cute.

God, I’m so fucking screwed.

“So, uh… Do you need anything?” He motioned vaguely toward the kitchen where he’d put down his bag. “Got that Thirium if you need it. Or…”

“Thirium would be fine. Thank you.”

“Good. Great.”

Connor didn’t know what else to say, so after a brief pause, he turned and headed for the kitchen. The soft footfalls of the android followed not too far behind him.

Well, he thought, opening the cupboard to find the newly purchased Thirium. It’s going to be a long fucking night.

Next Chapter

#connor x reader #human!connor x reader #connor x android!reader #human!connor x android!reader #inside your wires #dbh #dbh connor #yn800 #poor concon

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jj-lynn21 · 4 years

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The Charity- various fandoms & x-reader ch 1

warnings: egotism, light flirtation, Swedish language (but probably only in this chapter), straight & LGBTQ characters, AU actors: I do not think any of these actors act like what I am writing them to be like. Its just a story folks.

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You get an intriguing email from Vernon:

Hello YN,

I’m an assistant at your public relations firm. There is a charity event coming up on January 25, we think you should attend. You will help raise money for your favorite charity and get to meet other like-minded individuals in entertainment. The gathering is at Le Jardin de Russie 1430 N Cahuenga Blvd, Los Angeles, CA 90028. Arrive before 5pm. Dinner will be served at 6:30pm.

Thank you,

Vernon

You only hired a PR firm on the urge of your manager who was suggested by family when you did your first small acting job last year. The job paid more than you expected and lead to other small roles which mostly got cut from feature films. You still got paid for the work, so although it was disappointing it wasn’t devastating. Your family was more upset than you, roles got cut. You decide to attend the event. You might even get some connections to help you get another acting job. It doesn’t hurt to mingle a little.

On the date stated in the email you arrive at Le Jardin de Russie at 4:30pm. After following the signs to parking you walk to the front entrance to climb the stairs wearing an off the rack red cocktail dress with the six-inch Jimmy Choo shoes your manager bought you for these occasions. Two men in tuxes open the doors. Walking in, your breath is just taken away by the space.

Ellen Page says, “What’s up buttercup.”

Trying to keep your cool you smile saying, “Not a thing at all, for now.”

Ellen Page says, “cool, I’m Ellen. I don’t think I have ever seen you at one of these things before.”

You say, “I’m (YN), my first time at one of these, Ellen.”

Chris Evans nudges Tom Hiddleston with a mischievous grin on his face.

Chris Evans says, “What do you think? I know Ellen can be a real bitch, but you think I could fuck the new girl. She might be bi.” He laughs and tosses some peanuts in his mouth from a bowel on the bar counter as he holds a beer with the other hand.

Tom Hiddleston says, “That’s the LAST thing on my mind.”

Chris Evans says, “You’re no fun. Charity functions are only good if you can get a little something out of it for yourself.”

Tom Hiddleston shakes his head annoyed with his immature past co-worker. Robert Downey Jr walk over to them bottled of water in hand.

Robert says, “How are you gentlemen this evening? Not planning to get into any trouble, are you Chris?”

Chuckling Tom says, “You know he has already picked out a victim.”

Chris Evans says, “Hey, she is not a victim when she consents. I do have rules at these functions.”

Robert says, “And from what I’ve seen they are very loose rules.”

Putting on a serious voice Chris Evans says, “But they are rules.”

You can’t believe the people you are seeing here already. You excuse yourself to go get a drink at the bar. You are so nervous as you walk trying not to look nervous. You do eventually have to introduce yourself to these people.

Whispering in Tom Hiddleston’s ear Chris Evans says, “Here comes my Princess. She will fucking eat that shit up.”

Tom Hiddleston rolls his eyes. All of them smile as you get closer. You ask the bar tender for a rum and coke before saying anything. Maybe it will make you not sound so star struck. Before you even get a sip of the liquid courage Chris Evans introduces himself.

Chris Evans says, “Hey, Princess, I’m Chris. I know there is more than one Chris here tonight,” He points to Chris Pine who somehow you missed standing with Cody Fern on the other side of the room, “I’m the one that will call you Princess.” He winks.

Giggling you say, “I’m (YN) but you can call me Princess if you want to. Are you boys staying out of trouble?”

Taking your hand to kiss it chivalrously Robert says, “They rarely do. I’m Robert.”

Raising his drink Tom Hiddleston, “Pleased to meet you (YN), I’m Tom”

Then Scarlett Johansson and Colin Jost walk in the door. Scarlett waves to the guys as Colin smiles towards the group of avenger film alumni.

Putting a hand on your back Robert says, “Excuse us our sister is here.”

Chris Evans says, “Me calling her sister is sick.” He winks at you before all of them rushes over to her, “Hey baby girl.”

You keep your laughter to yourself as they surround her for a group hug. You definitely feel bad for Colin dealing with all her big brothers and whatever Chris Evans considers himself to her. They come back over to the bar and Chris Evans puts his arm around your shoulders as he introduces you.

Chris Evans says, “This Princess is (YN). Princess This is Colin and Scarlett.”

Colin says, “Oh, another sister for the group, cool.”

Chris Evans says, “You know I don’t consider any women my sister unless she is actually blood.”

Awkwardly Collin says, “Oh, yeah cool.”

The Skarsgårds walk in next speaking Swedish among themselves.

Valter Skarsgård, “Varför var jag tvungen att komma till detta?”

Stellan Skarsgård says, “Om du vill arbeta i staterna som dina bröder måste du bara gå till dessa saker.”

You bite your lip as you see all of them in there beautifully tailored suits. There height in person just blows your mind. And the hotness of the young men is almost overwhelming. You shrug Chris Evan’s arm off your shoulders.

Laughing Tom Hiddleston says, “I think you have competition.”

To Valter, Bill says, “suga upp det smörblomma.”

Gustaf Skarsgård says, “lägg dina stora tjejtrosor på lillebror och njut av detta.”

When Chris Pine sees Alex Skarsgård He smack Cody Ferns chest.

Chris Pine says, “Fuck me.”

Cody fern says, “That is Daddy.”

Alex walks over to Ellen and kisses her sweetly on the lips. Pine and fern drop their jaws.

Alex says, “Good to see you baby girl.” Which give him a giggle from the last person in the room you would picture as a giggler.

A gentlemen walks out to say, “Dinner will be served if you all come into the dinning room. There is a table for ten and a smaller table set for four. You decide who sits where.”

Tom Holland rushes in all hyper, but pale as hell. He says, “I made it. Who’s ready to party? I brought party supplies.”

Robert shakes his head. Everyone heads into the dining room.

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ithebookhoarder · 3 years

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To Lady Phillipa, with love (Eloise Bridgerton x F!reader)

A/N: (***spoilers ahead for anyone who doesn’t want to know about Eloise’s book***)

Masterlist:

Warnings: Bridgerton fluff, Arranged marriage, pregnancy, childbirth, mentions of depression, reference to suicide, period appropriate sexism, period appropriate views of same sex couples (Let me know if I missed any)

* Bold text = direct quotes from the book

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To Lady Phillipa, with love

A member of the Ton, you were married at sixteen, as was often the case of girls in your position.

Like Philip, you didn’t marry out of love but out of friendship and a mutual understanding that the relationship would be beneficial to both parties.

And to be fair, your marriage was a happy one for the most part: Your husband was kind and allowed you freedom to do as you liked. You were, after all, independent now as a married woman, and no longer a part of the marriage mart or under your mother’s control.

He was also courteous and never forced himself on you. In fact, he waited until you gave your consent to eventually begin trying to fulfil your obligations as man and wife. Even then, you knew he’d likely have never pushed you for it, even if you went years without sharing more than a kiss.

Your new home was joyous, and you particularly loved having a huge garden and estate to tend to.

You also now have a library big enough to occupy you for years.

Eventually, you do start trying to start a family and very early on in your marriage, you were blessed with twins.

BUT that really was the turning point where everything started to sour…

Somehow, your husband’s apathy begins to increase day by day, no matter your attempts to bring back his cheery disposition. No one knows for sure what’s wrong with him, except that he seems a mere shell of the man you once knew.

Still, even on his worst days, where he refused to rise from his bed, or speak to anyone, you never expected him to ever try to end his life…

When he succeeds, some years later, it still shocks you.

His loss leaves you in an uncertain position as Lady of the estate and widower… you barely know what to do with yourself, having spent so long trying to keep your crumbling life together.

So, you devote yourself to your children and to managing the house, but it still feels like you’re missing something… stuck walking day to day in a daydream.

Which is why you were more than surprised, and a little relieved, when a letter arrives a few weeks later to offer condolences.

Turns out, your husband was somehow a distant cousin of the Bridgertons.

Yep. That Bridgerton clan.

You’re surprised, but then again you vaguely remembered your mother mentioning something about it when he’d first come to call as a suitor. Just another feather in a rather full cap

It is his cousin, Eloise, who has written to you upon learning of your husband’s death.

Thus, begins a correspondence after she sends you a second letter in return. (It is clever to entrap you with a question, you must admit, as it would be rude to leave it unanswered… so you write back)

Needless to say, your correspondence quickly becomes your refuge and favourite past time, offering you a reprieve from your somewhat melancholic mundane life. After all, Eloise seems to be in a somewhat similar scenario: “And she was alone. Alone in the middle of crowded London, in the middle of a large and loving family. It was hard to imagine a lonelier spot.”

Her descriptions of London life and the many colourful characters there have you laughing so loud your servants start to look at you in concern.

You may have also spat out a large mouthful of tea in the process too…

However, you’re concerned that your dreary life in the country must be rather dull to hear about in return, compared to scandals and cunning mamas.

It truly sounds divine, Eloise assures you after lamenting of her current plight. I must also thank you most kindly for the flower you sent me with your last missive - I have pressed it in my journal, a most prestigious place of residence, I assure you.

Poor Eloise has lost her best friend to a suitor - her brother of all people (quite the tale, she assures you)

Each letter makes you feel more and more close to the fantastical and mysterious Bridgerton.

So… you invite Eloise to stay and she accepts.

In fact, she accepted so hastily that she forgot to write to tell you so, which was quite a surprise when she suddenly appeared on your doorstep only a handful of days later.

Almost as much of a surprise as her family would likely be getting given that she’d left them a note and fled like a thief in the night.

“It’s the middle of the season,” Eloise lamented by way of explanation. “Mama would never permit me to leave when I should be trying to find a husband, but I think we both know I’d much rather be here, hence my escape. Don’t worry. I left a note with the butler to let her know I haven’t been kidnapped or something so dramatic.”

Dramatic is almost the perfect word to describe the crazy evening that brings Eloise into your world, like a hurricane.

Still, a mere hour in her presence is enough to wash away all doubts, and confirms that she is every bit as splendid and wonderful as you’d imagined her to be… Uh, not that you’d spent countless hours dreaming about the woman you now knew better than anyone else in the world… no. Not at all.

Her letters really did her intellect very little justice, and her description of her dull features could not have been further from the truth.

Eloise is quite simply the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen.

She’s also the most fun. Hence, her visit seems to fly by as you spend the following days walking the grounds, and your nights passionately debating the numerous titles in your library.

“You are magnificent." "I keep telling everyone that," she said with a nonchalant shrug, "But you seem to be the only one to believe me.”

To your immense relief, Eloise bonds well with the children.

Their mutual curiosity, energy, and mischievous natures seem a match made in heaven. In fact, you find them all one night having made a small den in the nursery, sharing scary stories by candle light and scoffing a stash of pastries you just knew your children had stolen from the kitchen.

“Eloise knows all the best stories,” they coax, making your eyes water with tears of joy; it’s been too long since they properly smiled like this.

So, you do the only thing you can do: join them.

The week continues in a similar fashion, with all of you sharing sunny days out walking, on picnics, drawing and playing a game of cricket that gets awfully out of hand… (the smashed window was a sad loss indeed, and quickly blamed on a bird when your angry housekeeper spies it later that day)

The week then concludes with a performance of a small play Eloise has written with the help of the children.

“It’s a surprise,” Eloise grinned, ushering you into a chair as a make shift audience. “To thank you for having me.”

Oh, it’s a surprise alright: the best one you’ve ever had.

You don’t stop grinning the whole way through as Eloise, your children, and a few unfortunate servants who have been cast in additional roles perform a tale of knights, dragons, and treasure.

Needless to say, your home feels full of joy and laughter for the first time in a long time.

It then also feels incredibly empty once Eloise leaves the following morning.

You’re not the only one looking forlorn at the breakfast table as the children ask when they’d next be seeing the wonderful Eloise.

The only reprieve is that, before her departure, she had insisted you come visit her soon, to show her family the show. (Apparently Colin and Penelope are avid writers, and her family has always been keen on theatrical endeavours.)

“I shall inform the staff their thespian talents will be required once more!”

And, despite your sudden and immense terror at walking in to such a scenario (there really are dozens of Bridgertons, each smarter and better dressed than the last) you do.

Thankfully, within minutes of arriving at Bridgerton House, you felt yourself begin to feel at ease. Eloise’s hand resting in yours is most likely to blame. That, and the fact the entire Bridgerton brood welcomes you with open arms.

They also welcome your children when you eventually also bring them to visit.

The twins love having so many other children their age to play with, as the Bridgerton brood has multiplied since Eloise’s siblings began marrying and procreating.

Thus this routine continues: you and Eloise carry on with your letters and arrange to meet at your home and hers, whenever you can manage.

Then, one night, a comment over dinner changes everything.

It’s an innocent remark, made by one of the guests at your table, about you possibly looking to remarry soon.

“It’s been long enough,” one woman teases. “Aren’t you lonely?”

You are lonely, but you desire no one other than Eloise. Hence, you swiftly move the conversation along and try not to let your unease show.

“If one didn't have love, was it better, then, to be alone?”

After all, you daren’t say it aloud for fear of rejection, but was not the glowing fire roaring inside of you, love? You had only ever felt such a sensation for your children, so knew it could not be anything else.

You looked at Eloise and felt your heart ache with the sheer yearning for a future with her in it.

Could she possibly feel the same?

“She didn’t need someone perfect. She just needed someone perfect for her.”

Sleep is almost impossible that night as it all suddenly hits you like a lightening bolt; if you do not tell her, you’d never have a chance at the true happiness she’d shown you was possible… but then again, to tell her of your feelings could cost you dearly if she didn’t feel the same.

Or worse, what if she was disgusted by such a notion?

The hours dragged on and on as you debate about telling Eloise.

Then you hear a knock at the door.

Apparently, you are not the only one who has been awake all night thinking.

Eloise looks every bit as haggard as you as she stumbles into your room, eyes wet with tears.

She has been up pondering the exact same conundrum: “And it occurred to her that for a woman who opened her mouth every other second, there was an awful lot inside of her that she’d never shared.”

Long story short, you both nervously ramble over one another as you struggle to choke out the truth.

But you do.

It takes the better part of half an hour for you both to say the words “I love you”, but once you have, it’s as if the whole world is brighter.

And when you kiss? Well, it’s safe to say you finally know what the poets have been trying to tell you for years.

“I had to do something," she said. "I couldn't just sit and wait for life to happen to me any longer.”

So, you both decide to go on a trip with the children abroad, so you can ‘elope’ of sorts and plan your future without all of London watching.

The family would come to accept your arrangement without question, as who are they to pry if you both are content? That, and if anyone suspects you are more than good friends then no one says it aloud, not that you think they’d have minded.

They only wish for your happiness.

For a moment Eloise thought her mother might be done, but then Violet turned around and added, “You’ve never been satisfied with second-best, and that’s good, Eloise. I’m glad you never married any of those men who proposed in London. None of them would have made you happy. Content, maybe, but not happy.”

The only one who would likely make some direct reference to your true relationship would be Benedict, as he understands it best, and is quick to offer support for you both.

He’s always there, as is Sophie, whenever you need them. Their intimate circle of friends has a few names that they think you’d find shared your interests.

They also understand the love of a quieter life in the country, and their home is not too long a carriage ride away from yours should you feel like entertainment.

Secretly, Benedict admits he always suspected something like this. After all, he knew Eloise was picky but to turn down six proposals from more than impeccable candidates… it was odd.

But he’s glad she waited - he can see how happy she is with you, and with the children.

As Eloise once wrote: “Don’t settle. Know what you want and reach for it. And if you don’t know what you want, be patient. The answers will come to you in time, and you may find that your heart’s desire has been right under your nose all the while.”

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alyswritings · 2 years

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Babies and Feminism

Request: LMAO I had an idea for Bridgerton daughter, ok firstly I had the idea of when in s1 Eloise ask how kids are made and stuff, cause she thought they had to be married but then remembered yns parents weren't, and honestly its just funny, cause then yn is curious too and Anthony is like wtf do I do and the rest of the bridgertons think its so funny. Also going along with this idea it could be like maybe yn started to hang out a lot more with Eloise and has started to become a feminist queen and Anthony is like who corrupted my daughter

Anthony Bridgerton x daughter!reader

Summary: Y/N wonders where babies come from and becomes more like her Aunt Eloise.

Warnings: none

a/n: thank you for the request! Hope you all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

Y/N is sitting next to Benedict on the sofa with Colin on his other side. Hyacinth and Gregory are eating at the table while Daphne plays the piano and Violet stands by her youngest two.

"Two dances? With a duke?" Hyacinth asks.

"Oh, he was quite taken with your sister, Hyacinth." Violet says. "The entire party was for that matter. All eyes were on Daphne. At least enjoy some toast, dearest." She tells her oldest daughter, holding a plate of food out to her.

"I am not hungry, mama." Daphne tells her.

"Are you certain the entire party was not simply eyeing a tear in her dress?" Colin questions.

"Or some misstep she might've taken on the dance floor?" Benedict joins in.

"I do wonder, Daphne, might we count on the Duke at the Crawford ball?" Violet asks.

"I should think it a fair chance." Daphne says.

"What about the Ramsbury ball, Friday, too? Oh, and what about the grand picnic?" Violet asks.

"We shall see, mama." Daphne says.

"How terrible for Fran that she'll be off practicing pianoforte with Aunt Winnie all season and miss Daphne's engagement to the duke." Hyacinth says as Violet sits on the sofa across from her two sons and granddaughter.

"Did Francesca leave for Bath already?" Gregory asks as Eloise quickly walks in.

"How does a lady come to be with child?" Eloise asks and Daphne immediately stops playing the musical instrument.

"Eloise, what a question!" Violet exclaims, walking over to her second daughter.

"I thought one needed to be married." Eloise says.

"What ever are you talking about?" Daphne asks.

"Apparently, it's not even a requirement." Eloise says.

"Eloise, that is more than enough." Violet orders.

Eloise sighs and walks over to the sofa, sitting between her brothers.

"Daphne, please, you were playing so lovely. Please, do go on." Violet says.

"I take it the two of you know." Eloise says.

"Do not look at me." Benedict states.

"Anthony wasn't married when Y/N was born. How does it happen?" Eloise asks.

"Have you ever visited a farm, El?" Colin asks and Benedict smacks him in the back of the head.

"I do hope the two of you are not encouraging improper topics of conversation. Especially with your four year old niece next to you." Violet states.

"Not at all, mother." Benedict assures.

"In fact, we were just heading off to... take our sticks out." Colin says, standing up.

"Colin Bridgerton!" His mother yells.

"A round of fencing." Colin clarifies.

The two Bridgerton sons leave.

"Miss? Humboldt is coming." The maid informs Daphne.

"Humboldt is coming." Daphne grins.

"Humboldt?" Violet asks.

"Why is Humboldt coming?" Hyacinth questions.

"Has someone arrived, Humboldt?" Daphne asks.

"Callers for Miss Daphne, ma'am." Humboldt informs. Daphne squeals, turning to her mother in excitement.

"But... the duke. You already have a caller, dearest." Violet says.

"Well, I suppose now I have more." Daphne states.

- - -

Anthony, Benedict, and Colin are in the drawing room, all silently doing their own things. Colin is reading a book, Anthony's reading the newspaper, and Benedict's drawing in his sketchbook.

Y/N rushes in, on the search for her father, and runs to him once she sees him. She's been thinking a lot about Eloise's question about how a lady comes to be with child and has grown curious herself, but her grandmother wouldn't answer and her aunts don't know.

"Papa?" She calls, standing next to him.

"Hmm?" Anthony hums in acknowledgement, taking a sip of his tea.

"How does one come to be with child?" Y/N asks.

Anthony chokes on his tea.

Colin and Benedict both let out small snorts of amusement, sharing a look as they know this will be fun.

Anthony coughs, trying to regain his breath, and he puts the cup of tea down.

"What, uh... what do you mean, darling?" Anthony asks, hoping maybe he heard her wrong.

"Aunt Ellie said she thought you had to be married to have a child. But you aren't married and I'm your child." Y/N says. "So how does it work?" She questions.

Anthony stares at her, being at a loss for words. He opens and closes his mouth as he tries to come up with something to say, but ultimately fails.

"Boys?" Anthony turns to his younger brothers.

"Oh, no, this one is all yours." Colin says, pretending to resume reading his book.

"She is your child. Seems only fair." Benedict says, an amused smirk on his face. Anthony glowers at both of his brothers, finding their entertainment annoying.

"Dearest, that is something that will be, um... explained to you at a much later age." Anthony tells the four year old.

"But I want to know now!" Y/N whines, stomping her foot.

"Well, you are not going to learn now. You will learn eventually." Anthony says.

"When?" Y/N asks.

"When you're eighteen... or preferably much older than that." Anthony says, his brothers letting out small snickers.

"Why can I not know now?" Y/N asks.

"Because you are too young." Anthony states.

"I hate being young." Y/N huffs, trudging out of the room dramatically.

"Thank you for the help." Anthony says, sending his brothers a fake smile.

"I believe you handled it quite well." Benedict muses.

"Indeed." Colin agrees.

- - -

The past few months, Y/N has grown closer to Eloise -- especially with Daphne and Colin gone, Y/N having one less aunt and one less uncle to spend time with or bother.

Given she's spending so much more time with Eloise, she has also started to adopt some of her aunt's mindsets. Y/N no longer believes she should be forced to marry if she does not want to.

Before she was okay with the idea of marrying, but now she questions it. She'd only want to marry if her husband treated her like an equal and not an object or somebody at a lower standard. And she'll only marry for love, if she ever does.

Y/N often listens to Eloise read her books and talk about feminists that believe in the same things she does. Y/N would like to go to school and travel the world, possibly even get a job herself at some point.

She knows she can't do much at five, but she hopes to someday.

Also despite not being at a ball, from Eloise's descriptions, she can tell she'll probably despise them just as much when she's able to attend them.

"Y/N? Are you supposed to be learning to dance with Hyacinth right now?" Anthony asks, walking into the drawing room where his daughter and Eloise are sitting on one of the sofas, Eloise reading to the young girl. Benedict is standing at an easel, painting a bowl of fruit.

"I don't want to." Y/N states.

"Since when do you refuse learning to dance?" Anthony asks.

"I rather read. Well, be read to, I suppose." Y/N says. "Balls sound awful anyway. Why would I care to attend one in 13 years?"

Anthony does a double take at her.

"Okay... who-who changed my entire daughter's perspective? When did she turn into that?" Anthony asks.

"I believe the person reading to her is responsible." Benedict says.

Anthony looks at his sister who wears a smug smile.

"Call it whatever you wish, brother, but I am simply making your daughter a strong, independent woman who shall not need to rely on a man." Eloise states.

"I want to stop dance classes. I don't wish to learn anymore. If it must, it can be a future matter, but not now." Y/N states.

"God, she's a mini Eloise." Anthony mutters.

"You're very much welcome." Eloise grins.

#bridgerton #anthony bridgerton x daughter reader #anthony bridgerton x daughter!reader #eloise bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #colin bridgerton

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Inside Your Wires - Ch 10

Pairing: Human!Connor x Android!Reader

Series Warnings (18+ only): Eventual smut, slow burn, fantasy bigotry, violence, brief noncon elements, angst with a happy ending

Chapter Summary: Maybe they don't make such a bad team after all.

AO3

Story banner by @uh-kitty-got-wet

Connor’s heart stopped as the unmistakable sound of a vehicle impacting a body echoed across the highway. The crunch of glass and metal, the squeal of rubber on road, and the sickening crunch as something hit concrete.

That last sound was heavier than he expected, and his heart leapt into his throat at the implication.

No. No no no!

Connor bolted across the rest of the bridge, past the gathered onlookers as they gasped behind their hands. He didn’t spare them a second glance, and he reached the other side, sliding and skidding down the muddy embankment before rolling to a stop at the bottom.

Bracing himself for the carnage he would find, Connor rose shakily to his feet and saw the body of an android on the highway, pieces of it littered across the surface from the force of the impact.

On the grass beyond the barrier was the little girl, safe and sound. The YN800 model was standing beside her, peering out at the destroyed android with a pinched, disappointed look on its face.

The girl, face drenched in tears and rainwater, also rose to her feet. Connor took a step forward toward her, she must have been terrified, but he came to a sudden stop when she wrapped her arms tightly around the prototype.

The YN800 model blinked and looked down, apparently just as surprised and confused as Connor.

“Is he gone?” the girl asked quietly.

The android didn’t seem to know what to do, its hands slightly out from its sides as the child continued to cling to it.

“Yes,” the android said. “It’s been destroyed.”

The girl buried her face into the android’s stomach, grasping its jacket tightly as she whispered, “Thank you.”

Something sharp and discomforting twisted Connor’s gut. He forced his feet forward, purposefully avoiding meeting the prototype’s eye as it looked up at him.

“Hey, uh—“ Shit. He didn’t know the girl’s name. When had Connor stopped paying attention to his own cases?

“Alice,” the android supplied helpfully. Connor winced and turned his attention to the girl.

“Alice. Don’t be scared, we’re with the police.”

She looked up at him with big dark eyes, still holding on to the android.

“My name is Connor. I’m a detective. Do you want to come with me, and we can call your mom and dad to come get you?” Connor tried his best at a friendly smile. It felt rusty and forced, so he let it fall.

The girl nodded and finally released her hold on the android, but she fisted one hand around the bottom edge of its jacket, apparently refusing to be separated from her rescuer.

Connor dared to glance at the android’s face. Its brows were creased in confusion, and for the first time, he noticed its LED was a glaring yellow. Despite how much he hated androids, he knew more about them than he cared to, and this particular color and light pattern meant its processors were stuck on a loop.

“Okay, let’s go,” he said.

Connor held out his hand, hoping she would take it, and the little girl did, wrapping her fingers around his. She still didn’t let go of the android though, and Connor wondered how ridiculous they looked returning to the street, like some kind of human-android hybrid family.

Judging from the distance Colin’s eyebrows traveled up his forehead, that’s exactly what they looked like.

Thankfully, Colin had already called the parents, and an ambulance as well to meet them. The EMTs examined Alice for physical injuries as they waited, and the parents would have to decide if they wanted to take their daughter to the hospital or straight home when they arrived.

While Connor was concerned the girl had sustained trauma of the kind that would linger for years, unseen but just as devastating, he found his gaze constantly divided by the YN model. It seemed to still be processing something, its LED going from yellow to blue and back again. Its perfectly pinned hair was once again disheveled, giving it an almost endearing look.

Connor didn’t say anything. Even though he really wanted to give it a goddamn piece of his mind for running into the road like that, he couldn’t argue with the results. The girl was alive and CyberLife would have to come by and pick up what was left of their defective product from the highway.

He also couldn’t get past the way the girl had reacted to the prototype. Seeing her cling to the android tightly, as if one of its kind hadn’t just tried to kill her, made Connor’s chest anxiously tighten.

“Alice!”

Connor looked up at the sound of the cry to see the mother run past the police barricade, scooping her daughter up into her arms. The father wasn’t far behind, an extremely tall, well-muscled man who wrapped them both into an embrace.

“Thank you,” Kara Williams said, eyes glassy and bloodshot. “I thought for sure he would… Just, thank you.”

Connor shifted uncomfortable from where he was leaning against the squad car, chewing his lip.

“Actually—”

“—it was the android!” the girl piped up, pointing back to the YN800 who was watching the reunion with a blank expression. “She saved me!”

“Is that right?” Luther Williams said, smiling softly. “You should thank her, then.”

“I did,” Alice replied. She was grinning, somehow, despite the fact her world had been turned upside down by a maniac android. “She was like a superhero, Mom!”

“You saved my daughter?” the mother asked, straightening up as she turned to face the prototype. “You got her away from Todd?”

Connor watched as the YN800 model blinked and finally nodded, moving her feet slightly apart and pulling her wrists behind her back at parade rest.

“I did, ma’am. I’m sorry I was unable to apprehend your android—“

The prototype’s words were cut short when the woman threw her arms around its shoulders, embracing it tightly. As if…

…as if it were a person.

“Thank you,” Mrs. Williams said in a choked whisper. “Thank you so, so much.”

The prototype didn’t seem to know what to do, its arms still pulled behind its back, its entire frame frozen.

Its LED flared yellow for a brief moment, until its gaze found Connor, and the speed of its ring finally slowed down and went a placid blue.

“My partner, Detective Anderson, assisted me in returning your daughter safely to you,” the android said. “I couldn’t have done it without him.”

Connor was dumbfounded. Completely and utterly. Today was opposite day and the world no longer obeyed the laws of physics.

When he had regained the use of at least a few of his brain cells, Connor blinked and parted his lips, intending to argue the point that he had contributed at all, when a heavy hand landed on his shoulder. The deep voice of Mr. Williams told him, “Then I am glad you two make quite a team. We can’t thank you enough, the both of you.”

“I… yeah, of course.” Connor swallowed, giving the man the best smile he could muster. “We’ll come by your house for a statement, after things have settled down. I’m sure all you want right now is to get your daughter home.”

“Yes, thank you. She’s been through enough,” Mrs. Williams said, her smile sad but full of gratitude as she finally released the android from her embrace. “Anything you need from us, we’re more than happy to help your investigation.”

After the Williams family got into their automated van and drove away, Connor wasn’t sure whose processors were under more strain: his or the android’s.

He sought out its light ring and found it spinning a slow, churning yellow, and its expression seemed… lost.

Something within his chest loosened. Fuck, at least he wasn’t the only one floundering.

“Come on,” he said, causing the android to blink and look his way. “We’ll get someone to drop us off at my car, and then we’ll head to lunch. I think we’ve earned it.”

“Very well, Detective.”

Its LED finally shifted to blue, its servos and artificial muscles moving, and when it followed him with its trademark stiff walk, Connor nearly smiled.

Next Chapter

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jj-lynn21 · 4 years

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The Charity- various fandoms & x-reader ch 2

warnings: drug use, daddy/mommy kink, relationship dynamics, flirtation. I know not a lot of characters got attention in this chapter but they will in next few chapters I promise. Everyone will play a part.

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Sure enough, when they get to the dining room there is a big table set for ten and a smaller table set for four. Its like musical chairs when the music stops as everyone scrambles to find a seat at the big table. You, Colin, Bill and Ellen don’t get a seat at the main table. Bill sits at the smaller table in the smaller chair with his knees almost to his chest.

Stellan says, “Switch with your brother Valter.”

Whining “Valter, Do I have to Dad?”

Bills says, “I’m fine where I am Dad.”

You sit down in the chair beside Bill. Ellen sits beside you.

Scarlett say, “Holland your moving to the kids table. Collin, get your ass up by me.”

Colin says, “You know what Scar, you can plant your little ass down here.”

Everyone looks stunned by what he just said to her. She raises an eyebrow at him

After he clears his throat Colin says, “I mean if you want to?”

Tom Holland jumps up saying, “Well, I’m sitting with my friend Bill. He’s awsome and my age and cool and doesn’t treat me like a kid, like some other people here.”

Standing up Ellen says, “This is ridiculous.”

Tom Holland and Scarlett jump up and race to the smaller table. Tom sits down first.

Scarlett says, “Shit. Collin are you truly going to stay at this small table?”

Like a proud little boy Colin says, “Yep, what are you going to do about it, young lady?”

A few people chuckle but you don’t see who it was. Scarlett stomps into another room and comes back with a small chair to squeeze in between Colin and you. Ellen sits where Tom was at the big table and a seat next to Chris Evans is left vacant.

With a sparkle in his eye and a little wink Chris Evans says, “Hey Princess, you can sit up by me or on my lap if you want.”

You say, “No thank you. I’m good.” Not wanting to completely kill the man’s huge ego you say, “Maybe later that Daddy lap won’t be empty.” You wink.

Chris grins. A few others try to hold back laughter or other comments they are dying to add.

Leaning over to you Scarlett says, “Great job getting him to squirm Princess. I can call you that to, right?”

You say, “Sure, its not like he has a corner market on the nickname.”

Tom takes out a small baggy of coke, He sets a mirror in the middle of the table. Your eyes are wide with surprise as he quickly dumps the bag on the table and starts cutting the contents into lines with a credit card. He is twitchy as he tears off a strip of paper he brought. He hands the paper to Bill and makes the piece he tore off into a make-shift straw. Bill pulls off enough to roll and hands the paper to you. You look at him hesitantly. He smiles.

Bill says, “Its fine if you don’t want to do this Princess. Just hand the paper to Scarlett. I can call you Princess to, right? I mean I didn’t really catch your name yet.”

Giggling you say, “My name is (YN), but you can call me anything you want baby boy. I’m cool.”

You rip off some paper and roll it like you saw him and Tom do. Then you hand the paper to Scarlett.

Bill leans in to whisper in your ear, “Thank you,” He pauses a few seconds as if unsure of his next word, “Mommy.”

Chills run up your neck. Your cheeks redden with the airy tone in his voice. You turn to him with a slight smile.

You say, “Good, boy.”

He seems happy like an excited puppy with your approval of his chosen endearment term. Scarlett starts to rip some paper. Colin snatches it from her.

Colin says, “Hey, give me that!”

trying to snatching the paper back Scarlett says, “You idiot, you’re embarrassing me.”

Ripping off a piece Collin says, “I just wanted to rip it for you so its even to make a perfect straw.”

Scarlett says, “Your so anal.”

Winking Collin says, “And you love anal don’t you Scar?”

Scarlett slaps him hard and says, “You bastard.”

Then they kiss passionately. The others barely notice what is going on at the smaller table. Other than Robert who is concerned about Tom’s behavior seeing his younger self in the boy.

As you, Scarlett, Collin, Tom and Bill lean into the middle of the table with the paper straws to do a line Robert looks to Stellan to see if he is concerned about his boy’s behavior as much as Robert is concerned for the whole table really, but especially Tom.

Robert says, “Hey Stellan, do you approve of your boy’s behavior?” He motions his head towards the smaller table.”

Stellan says, “He’s an adult. He can make his own mistakes. Hopefully he learns from them as we all have had to through life. I haven’t told my kids what to do with there lives since they were sixteen.”

bratty Valter says, “Other than making me come here.”

Stellan glares at him, “I just encouraged you strongly to come. If you truly want to be an actor like the rest of us you have to be willing to make some connections.”

Robert and Gustaf say, “He’s right Valter.”

Wait staff come out and start pouring wine in the glasses. Robert puts his hand over his glass politely refusing to drink.

Robert says, “Just water for me, please.”

They go get a water pitcher and pour some in his cup. Then platters with lids are delivered to each person. Before any get to your group Tom hurries up throwing a cloth napkin over what is left of the coke in the middle of the table. There is only a slight pause when the waiter tries to figure out how to add one more platter to the small table.

Scarlett says, “I’m just going to end up eating his anyway so you might as well take mine back.”

The waiter says, “As you wish Madame.”

The wait staff open the lids of the platters. Everyone has their favorite things to eat. Tom as a personal pizza. Bill has a steak and baked potato with butter and sour cream. Collin has a salad a baked potato on his plater.

Scarlett says, “Looks like you get salad for dinner bud.”

Your mouth waters with anticipation of what is in front of you. Normally you would eat like a bird in front of these people but with your system on over drive from the coke you are starved for everything. You basically feel like if everyone at the table started an orgy you would join in with no qualms.

All fluttery Bill says, “You know what we should do? You know what we should do after this meal?”

excitedly you and Tom say, “What should we do?”

You laugh because you said it so in sync with Tom it felt like an amazing experience.

Bill says, “You two are so cute.” He chuckles then says, “We need to play hide and seek in this big place. It would be epic.”

You say, “That’s a fucking great idea baby boy. I am the best hider ever. You will have to give up before you find me.”

Grinning devilishly Bill says, “I’m the best seeker ever so I doubt that.” He whispers to you, “But I love a good challenge, Mommy.”

Tom yells to everyone, “Hey after dinner we are going to play a huge game of hide and seek. I hope you’re all in for this. It will be epic.”

Some seem excited. Some not so much. Then a TV is rolled out for everyone to see. When it is turned on, Vernon is seen. After a moment he starts to speak.

Vernon says, “Thank you for attending this get together of like-minded people. I do hope you all can get along. The staff will be leaving after dinner, so you will need to fend for yourself the rest of the evening. There is plenty of snacks and alcohol stalked. For your charities to get 50 million all you have to do is spend the night here.”

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