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diamonds & pearls // anthony bridgerton x reader

summary: diamonds and pearls do not make up for the lack of love in your marriage

warnings: typical misogyny and sexism, anthony being kind of a dick. guilt ridden anthony, mentions of cheating, kinda angsty

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you knew exactly what your duty was as a woman. you completely understood that you needed to marry well and provide and heir. so when your father had arranged for you to marry the viscount bridgerton, you were more than willing.

yes, you were marrying a man you didn't really know, however, you could have been worse off. the bridgerton name was good and respectful. you had adored his family and they you. and the viscount himself was young and handsome. you very well could have done worse. and he was a kind man. you knew you could grow to love him.

or so you thought.

the viscount proved to make that task very difficult. he seldom left his office long enough to spend a significant amount of time with you. and when he did seem to have the time to spare, he didn't spend it with you. when he wasn't in his office, and not in the parlor spending time with his family, he was at the gentleman's club. and when he'd return, reeking of perfume, he'd set down a box on your nightstand and leave your chambers.

you were afraid to think of what the jewelry meant. and you were afraid to ask him. so instead, you'd walk downstairs wearing your new necklace or your new bracelet or new brooch and avoid the conversation entirely. greeting your husband in the drawing room during afternoon tea after spending the morning running your errands or maintaining the home while your husband was locked away in his study. everyone in the home knew exactly how your marriage with the viscount was. violet sighed every time she watched anthony walk out the door in the evenings while you sat alone in the drawing room. benedict and colin could hear him stumbling in half drunk. eloise noticing on the nights he stayed out particularly late, some new shiny thing found it's way into your jewelry box. francesca noticed that much unlike her parents, you two did not share a room. but luckily, the youngest children were none the wiser.

overtime, you grew more and more lonely. frequently finding yourself attempting to distract yourself with anything you could possibly think of. first, it was embroidery. it was one of the things you hadn't quite mastered. so you sat in the drawing room with lady bridgerton, her happy as ever to have someone to teach her embroidery skills to now that daphne had gone and eloise being far too disinterested in such things. you'd perfect your pianoforte skills. you'd read every book in the bridgerton library. and now, here you were, in the kitchens with the staff, spreading flour across the table and plopping dough atop it.

"my lady, you needn't do this. we have cooks." your lady maid pleaded.

"i know that. but a lady must have something to occupy her mind, should she not?"

she just sighs and allows you to continue kneading the dough in front of you. she was well aware what you were doing. everyone was. but they allowed you these freedoms in attempt to grant you some kind of mercy.

as you shaped the dough, you could hear lady bridgerton arguing with anthony as they both stomped down towards the kitchens.

"she is a lovely woman and i'm sure if you were to pull your head out of your-"

"mother! i will not have you telling me how to run my marriage."

"anthony, the fact that you think a marriage is something to run is not only heartbreaking, but disappointing." lady bridgerton says as they reach the bottom of the steps and emerge from the doorway into the kitchens.

you cleared your throat and they both turn to look at you.

"m-my lord, lady bridgerton." you stutter softly, bowing to your husband and mother in law.

"what're you doing?" anthony asks, looking down at your dirty hands.

"oh! um...baking. i've....taken up baking. bread. baking bread." you nod awkwardly.

"we have chefs for that."

"yes but i...i've always wanted to learn. and i've mastered my embroidery and the pianoforte. so i thought baking might be- i'm sorry. it's very improper of-"

"not at all, darling. i think it's wonderful." lady brigerton smiles, interrupting your nervous ramble.

"thank you" you smile, your shoulders relaxing slightly before you turn back to your shaped loaf.

lady brigerton makes her way back up the stairs and anthony attempted to follow, but his mother quickly pushed him back silently scolding her son. he steps back into the doorway, staring at his wife.

"how is it going? the baking?" anthony asks after awkwardly clearing his throat.

"well, i think." you nod, a tight smile on your lips as you glance up at him briefly before you turn your attention back to the dough you were placing into the pan.

you hand the pan to the chef to place in the oven and you walk over to anthony, pausing in front of him. you look up at him and his eyes catch yours, and for a moment you catch a glimpse of the love you could have had.

"y-yes?"

"the water basin, my lord. it's behind you."

"oh!" he exclaims, moving aside and watching as you washed off your hands.

he watches as you dry off your hands and is caught off guard by a sparkle on your ear.

"your new earrings suit you."

you pause momentarily before you hang the towel on the edge of the basin.

"thank you, my lord."

"you know, you don't need to call me-"

"yes i do." you quickly interrupt.

anthony's mouth stays agape fro a moment before he recomposes himself.

"i only mean that i am your husband and-"

"are you? i would've been none the wiser."

you walk past anthony as he stands there, taking in what you'd just said to him.

the rest of the day neither of you had attempted to talk about what was said. and as per usual, he'd gone out that night, and in the morning, a box was placed on your nightstand. you'd stared at the box the entire time you'd spent getting ready and there you were now, standing in front of it.

"my lady? is everything alright?" your maid asks.

you just nod your head, grabbing the box and opening it to see a small golden chain, a single pink pearl dangling off of it. the same pink pearl that matched the earrings you were wearing the day before. you slam the box shut and walk out of your chambers towards the dining room where breakfast had most likely already begun.

normally you'd never do something so bold, but you'd grown tired of this routine of his. of this routine that had now become your life. if your husband didn't want to speak to you or love you, that was fine. but you wouldn't accept these lukewarm apologies any longer.

you'd walked into the dining room and before anyone could say good morning, you'd placed the box beside anthony's plate, not even bothering to meet his eyes. and you'd taken your seat next to him, not bothering to look at anyone as they all stared at you and anthony and the box you'd returned to him. as you adjusted the napkin on your lap, and the chef placed a plate of food in front of you, you let out a quick breath.

"good morning." you smile, nodding your head at the family, who still sat staring at you and your husband.

"y/n-"

"oh, forgive me my lord, i've forgotten to mention that my dear friend lady amelia has requested to visit for tea. would that be alright?"

anthony just stares at you for a moment. you'd always accepted his gifts. it was his attempt at an apology, and wearing his gifts was your sign of forgiveness.

"yes, of course. this is...your home too."

"thank you" you smile, turning back to your food.

"sleep well, y/n?" benedict asks.

"wonderful, and you?" you smile.

"great. and this bread is beautiful. well done." he smiles.

"thank you, benedict. kind of you to say."

"seems she married the wrong brother." eloise mumbles, and violet gasps while colin kicks her underneath the table.

anthony's face turns red and he quickly excuses himself to his study, taking the box with him. you pause for a moment, but recompose yourself and continue on with breakfast.

these encounters went on for the next week or so. a box would find itself on your dresser, and you'd place it beside anthony's plate in the morning at breakfast, or on his desk in his study, or even sometimes the box would find itself on his dresser. after the 10th day of this, anthony had had enough.

he barged into the parlor where you were sitting with lady bridgerton, working on an embroidery.

"is there something wrong?" anthony asks, his breathing slightly erratic as he waves the box around in his hand.

everyone in the parlor pauses, looking at their agitated brother. violet was quick to usher the siblings out of the parlor to give the couple a moment of privacy.

"something wrong?" you scoff, shaking your head.

"yes, y/n. something wrong. everything was fine-"

"fine!? my lord, you never spared me a second glance. you spend all day in your study and all night somewhere else. and when you come home smelling like another woman-"

"i have never done such a thing. i am a man of honor and i honor the vow i made to you."

"ha! the same vows that claim you will love and cherish me? i am just short of being a stranger to you! a pair of earrings cannot excuse your absence. gold necklaces will never replace the loneliness i feel everyday in this house. diamonds and pearls do not make up for the lack of love in this marriage. and i've grown tired of pretending that they can." you cry, your emotions getting the best of you as tears begin streaming down your face.

anthony stood in front of you, feeling frozen and unsure of what to do as your breath hiccuped.

"i'm sorry." he breathes out.

you shake your head, quickly wiping the tears away.

"no, i'm sorry. you provide for me and that's all that should be expected of you." you begin walking out and anthony grabs your arm.

you look up at him and he scans your face. he thought you were beautiful even when you cried. he lets out a small sigh and his chest tightens at your confession. he hadn't truly realized how much his actions had affected you. he hadn't wanted to marry, and he hadn't wanted to fall in love. but he couldn't stand being cruel to you. regardless of anything else, you were kind and you were good. you deserved better than what he'd been doing. he pulls his handkerchief out and dabs your cheeks softly with his right hand, and holds you face gently with his left.

"i'm sorry. i'm going to do better. be better. if you'll let me."

you began to fill with hope. hope that he was telling the truth. and as you melted into his soft brown eyes, you knew that you were done for. even if he didn't fulfill his part, the thought had become enough. and you knew you'd forgive him over and over again.

"okay."

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the next morning you'd awoken half expecting a box on your bedside table, but instead, a flower. you smiled as you twirled the flower between your fingers. you'd stared at it the entire time you'd gotten ready and you shook you head at your foolish joy over a single flower.

it began with little things. for example, one morning, you'd made it to the table before anthony had during breakfast. everyone had said their good mornings and as you looked down to place the napkin on your lap, you felt a pair of lips hit your cheek.

you jumped at the contact and looked over at your husband who was smiling at you.

"good morning, darling."

your cheeks reddened and you couldn't contain your smile.

"good morning"

then it graduated to afternoons he'd taken off spent on a picnic or on a promenade with his family. to trips away to aubrey hall together. eventually, he'd asked you to stay in his chambers, and you did.

and here you were, laying beside him, your bare shoulders exposed to the cold breeze coming in from the open window. his finger tracing the outline of your body as he nudged your nose with his own.

"we're expected for breakfast soon." you smile, and he shakes his head.

"they can wait. i'd like to spend some more time with my beautiful wife on this fine morning." he smiles, grabbing your waist and pulling you him closer.

"you know, there was a time when my idiot husband didn't spend any time with his beautiful wife." you teased before bringing him into a kiss.

"truly, a fool." he smiled.

"a fool feels too kind of a title."

he laughs before flipping you over so that he was hovering above you.

"your idiot husband promises to never let a day go by without letting you know just how much he loves you." he says softly against your lips.

you smile as he leans down and presses a soft kiss on your lips.

"well, my idiot husband should know that i'll love him even if he forgets one day."

"he never will."

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#screaming crying kicking #i love this sm #anthony bridgerton x reader #Bridgerton x reader #back on my bridgerton shit

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stclenstarlight · 2 years

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My first scrapbooking entry

#scrapbooking #junk journaling #aesthetic #light academia #(?)

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stclenstarlight · 2 years

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~Marvel Masterlist~

Matt Murdock

Well Actually...

#marvel x reader #marvel imagines #marvel fic #marvel fics #daredevil x reader #matt murdock x reader

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stclenstarlight · 2 years

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lena lena!!!! wub u

things you said in your sleep with robin buckley🙈

sleepyhead | r.b

Robin was not a peaceful sleeper. Much like when she was awake, she was always fidgeting, talking, or moving. Peaceful sleepers are overrated anyway. You much preferred calming her fidgeting by wrapping her up in your arms, feeling her relax into your touch, and stifling your giggles when she kicked you. But by far the best moments were the things she said in her sleep.

Most of it was incoherent babbling, but some of it could be understood.

It was a Sunday afternoon, but Robin was exhausted and flopped down on your bed as soon as she arrived. Without a word to you, she drifted off to sleep, her arm over your torso and head close to yours. Her breathing tickled your skin, her fingers twitched against your stomach, and occasionally, her feet collided with your legs.

It was hard to concentrate on your book when she was so close, and perhaps seconds away from mumbling something adorable in her sleep, perhaps related to the dream she was having?

“Don’t go down there,” she mumbled quietly, leaving you to place your book on your chest and turn to her, “There could be bumblebees.”

You hoped the movement of your body didn’t cause her to wake, but you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped. Even in her dreams, she wasn’t so fond of bumblebees, how funny.

“No! You’re not a bumblebee!” She cried, twitching in her sleep, “You’re a butterfly, Y/N,” she smiled.

A smile broke out across your face too, and you pulled her back into you, her face resting on your chest peacefully (for a moment). She adjusted herself, her arm squeezing you tighter than before.

“I’m your butterfly,” you whispered, kissing her head and picking your book back up with one hand so as to stroke her hair with the other.

baby blurb blitz!

#stop #the cuteness is too much 😭#back on my stanger things shit #robin buckley x reader #stanger things imagine

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stclenstarlight · 2 years

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Can I get prompt 29. things you said when we first met with Robin Buckley, please? 🥰

- @/bookishgirl04

awkward | r.b

[fem!reader]

Enthralled with Robin from the moment you met her, she had never lost her charm, even in the months you’d spent getting to know her, and especially not now that you were dating. You often reminisce about the day you met her, despite Robin’s adamant pleas that you forget the whole ordeal entirely, with fondness.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, and old friend of Steve’s,” you smiled brightly, holding out your hand.

Robin didn’t say a thing, at first, too wrapped up in her thoughts—how you wish to have known the things she thought about you in that first meeting. Eventually, you looked to Steve for help, your arm falling to your side since she had neglected to shake it.

“Robin, what the hell?” Steve asked, waving a hand in front of her clouded eyes.

“I’m Robin,” she responded at long last, her voice breathy and trembling, her eyes wide and smile endearing, “Steve’s never talked about you before. I don’t mean that in a bad way, I’m sure you’re amazing. He’s a dingus anyway,” she cringed, “But I mean, we’re friends, though, I don’t mean- I’m not-” she huffed, shaking her head, “So what’s your favourite movie?”

The whole thing seemed so funny to you now, how flustered she became first setting her eyes upon you, how she carelessly stumbled over her words, how her eyes flickered about because she didn’t know where to look. Steve shook his head, knowing in that moment you were not just another girl walking through that door—to Robin, there was something special about you.

“You were so cute,” you laughed, tugging at her cheeks and tapping the tip of her nose.

“No,” she moaned, letting her head fall to your chest, squeezing her eyes tightly shut so she might expel the memory away.

“Oh, hush. I love your awkwardness, just as I love everything else about you,” you cooed, lifting her up by the chin.

“I wish you didn’t have to love that,” she rolled her eyes, but did not try to hide again.

“I don’t, it’s what makes you, you.”

Robin smiled weakly, but it grew as she felt your lips on hers, appreciative and grateful that someone could love her for exactly who she was—no matter how astonished she was that it was someone like you.

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#coming back to you because i love your writing <3 #and because you write for other fandoms that i like #this was so cute though 💕#back on my stanger things shit #robin buckley x reader #stanger things imagine

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The rose.

Eloise Bridgerton x female reader

Plot: It was the rose festival, something your family had done for years and now you have to choose who you’re going to give it to.

Daphne. (Coming soon) Edwina. (Coming soon) Penelope (Coming soon)

Warnings: Non.

Length: Short.

The heat coming of the sun hit her skin, making the day even worse for her to bare. Not only was it the rose festival and she has been outside all day, but she has to worry about not getting a rose.

Eloise Bridgerton couldn’t stop her mind from running with thoughts.

Yes, she shouldn’t care about some stupid rose as if it’s just another thing to show a woman’s worth but she did. She has found herself caring more and more about such things, acts of love that is.

But what she was most worried about was getting the rose from you, the person she grew close to and let into her heart and mind. She found it horrible to find herself thinking of you every waken moment but at the same time it was something she wanted.

She watched you talk with your brothers not even sparing her a glance and she heard the way woman talked about you today. The way every woman wanted to get picked by you, and if they couldn’t have you then your brothers will do.

But you had not paid attention to her so maybe the time you two had spent meant nothing.

“Mother, how much longer is this going to be?” She groaned as if she was itching to go but she really wanted to cover up her disappointment.

“But dear it’s only just began” Her mother locked her arm with hers, flashing her a kind smile. “You know I bet there’s a rose waiting for you.” Eloise scuffed and rolled her eyes.

“It’s too hot.” She was telling the truth, it was too hot but that wasn’t the whole reason she wanted to leave and her mother saw right through it.

“Just, wait a few hours.” Eloise glanced back at you and then she couldn’t look away, her mother looked at you and then back to her daughter.

“She can’t stop staring at you too.” The young girl turned to her and laughed. “She hasn’t even giving me a glance, not even a little one.” her mother smiled as she finally made her daughter break her acted.

“Not when you’re looking, but she has. It’s the same look your father used to look at me when he thought I wasn’t looking but he wasn’t as good at sneaking.” Elise looked back at you.

“Really?” She asked.

“Yes dear, stop worrying and enjoy the day.”

But she didn’t stop worrying after that, she even got worse. She tried to catch you looking at her but could never so she was convinced her mother was lying to make her feel better.

It was now dark and she couldn’t find her family so she was stuck alone under the lights and in sea of people. Her heart beat raised as the men and women separated and went on opposite sides.

She tried to hide in the back before she could get embarrassed by having no rose, but no one wanted to move so she was stuck in front.

She saw you in the middle holding a rose and her heart broke believing it wasn’t her you wanted. She watched some boys go to the girls they wanted to give the rose too but you had waited.

Then you stepped forward and every girl watched with hungry eyes. You glanced at them all until your eyes found the girl you had been looking for.

A smile grew on your face as you looked at her face, the slightly shock and scared beautiful face. You were looking at her, now walking towards her with a rose in your hand.

Every girl watched with hate as you walked passed them and towards Eloise and not them, the look on your face was filled with something they could only wish for.

“You look stunning tonight Eloise.” She tried to stop herself from feeling nervous and her heart from pounding.

“I do not believe I saw you looking at me.” She stumbled with her words and you only laughed.

“So you admit you were watching me?” You said teasingly and she tried to come back with a response but she failed.

She search your face for any doubt, as if she wanted you to just walk away from her and not leave her heart broken. But you looked as confident in her as if it was the first day you two had met.

“I know it’s not your thing but if what I’m about to do makes me a love stuck idiot. I have to say, I would do it over again.” She watches you hold out the rose to her.

“I choose you.”

She felt relieved and happy, tears picked up in her eyes as she broke out into a smile and a soft chuckle.

“I guess that makes us both love struck idiots.” She took the rose from you, and with a smile you took ahold of her and dragged her to the dance floor.

“I’ll choose you every time”

#so cute fr 😭#back on my bridgerton shit #eloise bridgerton x reader #bridgerton imagine

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minutes stolen | e.b

eloise bridgerton x fem!reader

not requested—eloise and y/n steal any moments alone that they can to embrace their affections, hoping that a marriage is not in their near future.

warnings; mentions of marriage, hidden relationship, fem!pronouns, fluff.

word count; 1100+

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Another tedious social gathering had compelled the majority of the ton to gather together again, like spiders flocking to a single web to discuss their latest plans of entrapping copious amounts of defenceless flies, and Lady Whistledown, the web itself. The only sense of relief found in these frightful events, was when a certain someone, the object of your affections, finally made her appearance.

She may not have been the diamond this season, but diamonds often lose their charm, for they are so attainable these days. No, Eloise Bridgerton was an emerald, a ruby, safely tucked away in a mountainside where you were the sole observer of her beauty, her shimmer in the sunlight, and sparkle in the moonlight. And each day, you wore her close to your heart, closer than any jewel.

You were not a sought after rarity, and could leave a night’s gathering largely unscathed, but rather lacking in fulfilling conversation, thus, often leaving dissatisfied still. At present, you idly watched the swarm of couples dance merrily in the centre of the room, while you, having not been pleasing enough to the eye of any gentlemen, were left without a dance partner as per usual. There happened to be a certain savvy in this, and you took pleasure in being one of the few who could really find amusement in it, for it was not the attention of any gentlemen you wished to attract.

Eloise entered your line of vision, dressed in a pale green, muslin dress with her curled hair pulled back into a loose bun, and her fringe flowing free. As always, she was utterly breathtaking, and her fine clothes and jewels simply exaggerated what natural beauty was already bestowed upon her from the Heavens. She caught your eye playfully, mischievously, and your heart leapt at such a subtle yet agonisingly obvious, intimate expression. Her lips were plump, no doubt from chewing them—a nervous habit she had adopted years prior in her infancy—but inviting nevertheless.

“Lady Y/N, you look exquisite tonight,” said a masculine voice from beside you, tearing your focus from Eloise, vexed by this interruption.

“Thank you, Lord Grayson,” you replied curtly, a small and feigned smile stretching over your lips.

“Would you care to dance? I have not seen you stand up yet,” he asked you, his manners lacking in his latter statement.

“I am honoured, but I am afraid I must decline your kind offer,” you said through gritted teeth, attempting to politely bow and take your leave.

“I am the only man who has offered you his hand tonight, it would be an insult for you to decline,” he protested, a pout upon his face like a little boy who had been refused ice cream before his dinner.

“I do not accept the hands of impertinent men who sleight women and think their hand the most honourable offer a woman can receive,” you spat, bowed, and left without a second glance.

Eloise has been watching the interaction from afar, examining your features, your body language, and muted expressions, realising it was a less than pleasant exchange. With this knowledge, she followed you across the dance floor, though not too closely as to attract unwanted attention, and let you guide her into the gardens where the two of you could relish in the crisp, evening air.

“Odious man!” You cursed under your breath, but Eloise was now close enough to hear your frustrations.

“Forget him,” she said softly, stepping closer, entering a proximity that, if you were found, would be considered compromising for two women, “He is nothing.”

Her deliberate softness allowed you to relinquish any vexations you held too tightly, leaving a genuine smile to grace your lips as you stared deeper into Eloise’s sapphire eyes. Her gloved fingers reached through empty air, all notions of propriety, and unspoken scrutiny, to meet yours, and delicately run her fingers along your wrist in a silent act of consolation. She longed and yearned, as you did, to act on her impulses, her desires and affections, but could not do so when so close to the open ballroom doors.

Her hand seized yours in an instant, pulling you down the stone steps lined with roses and tulips, freshly cut for her majesty, and through the newly trimmed hedge maze, deeper into the dimly lit gardens. What a scandal it would cause if you were to be caught, not just a scandal but mutually assured ruin. And yet, this only seemed to fuel the passion you harboured for one another, burning in your hearts every second you were torn away from each other to entertain an eligible gentlemen, every dance in which you were not together, every touch of which you did not share.

“No one will look for us here,” she whispered, her warm breath tickling the hairs on your neck.

“I wish I could dance with you in that room, and show everyone that my attention is solely occupied by you,” you said, playing with the ribbon that wrapped around her waist and fell into her dress.

“Perhaps we could dance here instead, with the stars and fireflies,” she giggled quietly, daring to rest a hand upon your waist.

The feeling was utterly sublime, her fingertips pressing into the dress over your waist, allowing a mere taste of what it might feel like skin to skin. From the very moment you beheld her, you were completely enthralled with the women who treasured character and state of mind over the expenses paid on dresses and jewels used to make the wearer the more desirable of the litter.

From so very far away, you could not hear the music playing in the ballroom, and instead danced slightly out of rhythm with one another, but knowing this time you spent together was more intimate than most who were engaged to be married. You seldom found time for such moments alone, but treasured any period of time, no matter the length, in which the minutes were yours and yours alone.

“I feel so very lost without you,” Eloise spoke suddenly, a whimper in her voice.

“I am right here beside you, always,” you assured her, pulling her in closer and resting your forehead on hers, breathing in her fragrant perfume.

“I feel as if I am missing you in preparation for when we are both inevitably married to the highest bidder.”

“Do not think about that. Life is not made up of guarantees, Eloise, please do not live as though it is. Let us enjoy this morsel of time we’ve been given here, tonight.”

“You are right,” she agreed, lifting her forehead away and leaning her lips in closer, begging a question she dare not ask out loud, for fear the wind might carry the words to someone with keen ears and loose lips.

But you answered her unspoken question, capturing your lips with hers in a soft, gentle embrace that left your breath trembling as you pulled away from her.

“You are the air I breathe,” Eloise hummed, echoing her parents’ love and knowing that if it was anything like theirs, then it could not be so wrong.

#there is not enough eloise fics #but this was so cute !!#back on my bridgerton shit #eloise bridgerton x reader #bridgerton imagine

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stclenstarlight · 2 years

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Ask Me - Eloise Bridgerton/Reader (Bridgerton)

a/n: a little short bit that wasn’t technically requested but anon asked me if i could start writing for bridgerton and hey presto here i am! hope u enjoy a bit of angst xoxo

There were many things you loved about the Ton. You had to admit that you loved the parties, the elegance, the dresses… it had been your whole life. And yet you still weren’t particularly ready for what you had spent your whole life training for.

You were due to be wed in two weeks time.

It had been announced today. You husband-to-be had just left your house. You were glad that someone had proposed in all honesty, and you were glad that your whole life leading up to this point hadn’t been for nothing and that he was a good enough man but, at the same time, you were completely and utterly bereft. After all, your heart belonged to another. Eloise Bridgerton.

You were sure she didn’t even know it, but she had your heart all the same. And there was nothing you could do.

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#shit man 😭#sad asf #back on my bridgerton shit #eloise bridgerton x reader #bridgerton imagine

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stclenstarlight · 2 years

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i saw a gifset and ended up watching the entire show: a novel by me

#this is literally how i started watching most of the shows I've ever watched 💀

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stclenstarlight · 2 years

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Why am I kinda tempted to write a Steven Grant fic rn 😭

That man is just too adorable to do nothing about-

#steven grant x reader #moon knight

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Well Actually...

Matt Murdock/Reader

WC: 1.1k

Summary: The one where you finally figure out that you are the most oblivious person to exist

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Mentions of blush (doesn’t mention it’s visible though)

A/N: Hi! This is my first fic and I kinda inspired formatting from other writers I follow but I hope you enjoy and feedback, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated :))

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Your heels clicked rapidly against the sidewalk as you approached the building that looked as if it was on its last leg. You weren’t really in a hurry to arrive, but you wanted to be able to see her before her lunch break ended.

Walking into the building, you looked around hoping to see someone walking about and when you saw no one you stopped to listen to your surroundings. The place was so quiet you were almost sure you had walked into the wrong place, but you continued down the hall until you came upon a door with a sign on it that said ‘Open’.

You stepped through the door hoping you’d finally see a person who could at least help you find your best friend but was once again met with silence. If you strained your ears enough, you might’ve even heard a pin-drop with the silence stretching throughout the room.

You looked toward the door to see ‘Nelson and Murdock Law Office’ and you looked down at your phone to see if you had gotten the right place, sighing in relief when you saw that you had.

Suddenly a thought came to your head, what if the place wasn’t open and you just waltzed right in and what if someone caught you in there and called the police on you. You really didn’t want to deal with the authorities at the moment.

Hearing something in the room to your right snapped you out of your thoughts immediately though because maybe someone was in the building with you. When you didn’t hear any more noise though you approached the door, pressing your ear against it and hoping that you weren’t going crazy.

You listened for a moment, waiting a moment longer and straining your ears a bit. Starting to think that maybe you were going crazy you were about to get off the door when it suddenly opened on you, and you almost plummeted straight to the ground.

To be honest, Matt had known you were in there since you stood right outside the building. At first, he thought you were Karen but quickly noticed the change in the click of your heels and the scent of your perfume.

He honestly didn’t mean to scare you, but you were standing outside of his office for quite some time, and he wanted to make sure you were alright and not lost. It happened more often than he would hope for, excited to have more customers but only coming to find lost tourists.

“Were you planning on coming in, ma’am?” He asked with a raised eyebrow amusedly. Sunglasses covered his eyes which you found slightly strange but ignored. You were even more confused at the fact that you didn’t even hear him approach the door with your ear pressed against it.

“I am so sorry, but I’m actually looking for a Ms. Karen Page? I heard she was working in this office now and I was hoping to speak with her.” Maybe the man—who was admittedly very attractive, although you’d never admit it out loud—could help you. He hummed and spaced off for a bit, you honestly thought he was ignoring you for a minute, so you spoke again.

“Sir?” You inquired, hoping to catch his attention once again. Your lips puckered in confusion, and he seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in only a few moments later.

“Sorry,” He muttered something to himself, you didn’t catch most of it, but he mentioned a heartbeat? You couldn’t be completely sure. “I’m afraid Ms. Page just went on her lunch break, if you'd like to leave a message and name though I could tell her you dropped by?”

“Oh right, my name! I’m (Y/n) (L/n), but there’s no need, thank you, I just figured I would stop by and check on Karen since it’s been a while, but I can always just stop by later if that's alright with you?”

“That is more than ok ma’am, also the name is Murdock, Matt Murdock,” He went in for a handshake and you shook it in return not ignoring the warmth of his hand before he let go far sooner than you’d like.

You spun on your heel, turning toward the exit but decided against it and around just as he was entering into his office. Before letting him enter though you cleared your throat to catch his attention and he stopped, although he didn’t turn himself, you knew he was listening.

“I, uh, wanted to apologize for earlier, by the way, there were no bad intentions unless you can count curiosity but I’m just really sorry you had to see that,” Wincing, you waited for his reaction not expecting him to pause.

His shoulders shook slightly and if you weren’t so focused on his reaction you probably wouldn’t have seen it but now you only wanted to know what he seemed to find funny about your apology.

Before being able to say anything he turned to face you once again and you nervously laughed with him, still confused by his reaction. He finally sobered up enough to where only light chuckles spilled past his lips which you wished to admire more.

“Ms. (L/n) was it?” You made a noise of agreement before letting him continue, hearing what he had to say, “I really don’t mean to embarrass you further, but I probably wouldn’t have been able to see anything that happened just now considering I’m blind.”

He still had a flashing smile on his face from his earlier amusement, but your eyes widened, and a blush rose to your face once again wondering how you could be so stupid. Curse you and your obliviousness that just couldn’t give you a damn hint.

Although Matt couldn’t see the blush, he could hear your heartbeat speed up and feel a slight rise in temperature from all the blood rising to your face.

“Oh my goodness, sir, Matt, I- I apologize for my obliviousness and if it brings you further amusement, I honestly thought that those glasses on your face were just a fashion statement or something of the sort, this is so embarrassing.”

You didn’t want to say anything to embarrass yourself further so in haste you quickly said goodbye to the man that you found way too good-looking and that you would probably never be able to face again. Unbeknownst to you though Matt wasn’t able to stop smiling even if it was long after you left and hoping that the girl who knew Karen Page would stop again soon.

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