#jealous anthony bridgerton

[iwritefandomimagines]

NO LONGER IN DENIAL

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pairing: anthony bridgerton x reader, bestfriend!benedict bridgerton x reader

description: anthony has made no secret of not wanting to marry, despite it being more than clear that he is head over heels in love with you, his “best friend”. benedict decides he is fed up of anthony’s denial, and takes matters into his own hands — by inciting jealousy from his older brother.

warnings: angst, jealous!anthony cos i’m a sucker for him hehe, benedict being a shit stirrer who i adore, fluffiness at the end <3

“Lady Y/N is joining us for dinner this evening, I believe,” Benedict hummed, a small smirk gracing his face as the eldest Bridgerton’s head snapped up, “Mother told me she hopes to, anyway.”

Anthony watched as his sisters fussed excitedly over seeing you, for it had been at least a week since you had graced Aubrey Hall with your presence and they missed you dearly.

Anthony had too, of course, though he’d never admit it was for any reason beyond how highly regarded you were in his family and how much he enjoyed your friendship.

“I very much look forward to seeing her,” Benedict continued, still smirking devilishly, “Though I did have the pleasure of bumping into her as she left Modiste yesterday.”

Anthony furrowed his eyebrows at his brother, “You didn’t tell me that, brother.”

“Must I share every occasion I see Lady Y/N with you, Anthony?” he quipped in reply, crossing his arms over his chest as Colin stifled a laugh, well aware of what was going on, “One might think you jealous.”

“Jealous? You jest, brother. She is my closest friend, I am simply surprised you would not mention even in passing that you saw her,” Anthony spoke through gritted teeth, “Regardless, I look forward to seeing her.”

“Ah, perfect timing!” Francesca grinned as Lady Y/N’s arrival was announced moments later, and in you walked with a gloriously bright smile on your face, though this faltered as you saw the bitter look on Anthony’s face.

“Is everything alright, my Lord?” you asked shyly, taking a few steps towards Anthony, whose expression softened at this, “Have we chosen a bad day to visit? If so I apologise—,”

Suddenly Benedict was at your side now, “It’s quite alright, my dear Lady Y/N. We are all pleased to see you. Might we take a turn about the room? We have some things to discuss!”

“No fair! You saw her yesterday, I want to show her my embroidery,” Hyacinth pouted, though Benedict raised his brow at her and flickered his eyes in Anthony’s direction as if to explain his actions.

Everyone in the family was well aware of the affection shared between you and Anthony, even if he dared not admit how he felt because of his apparent desire not to marry.

Benedict believed he just needed a push to see that you had myriad other options, and that he could only push away his feelings for so long.

“I’m sure Benedict has something important to share, my dear Hyacinth, but I would love to see your embroidery promptly after,” your voice was like honey to the eldest Bridgerton, who fought off the desire to make his own request for a moment of your time, “There is enough of me to go around! My brother will be arriving shortly, also.”

Benedict began whispering almost as soon as you had crossed the room, endeavouring to make you well aware of his plan so as not to cause any discomfort to you.

He didn’t wish for you to be confused by his sudden flirtation, so immediately indulged you with the details of his concocted plan to induce jealousy in his older brother that might finally allow him to be honest about his feelings.

With some hesitation, you accepted his plan.

Benedict was well aware of your feelings for his brother, and you knew this — after all, you had confessed it to him yourself because you trusted him dearly. Much to Anthony’s dismay, nowadays Benedict was your closest friend of all.

Anthony had once filled that role, but as each year passed and your youth slipped away, you had fallen far too in love with him to be so satisfied with a friendship as you were with Benedict.

Benedict was your best friend — Anthony was the love of your life.

Though he did not admit it, you were the love of his too. This is why Benedict’s interference was so necessary as far as the second Bridgerton son was concerned.

It was unfair for you to believe your love unrequited when it was merely his stubborn refusal to see beyond his ‘duty’ as Viscount and head of the household that prevented him from giving in to his feelings.

The plan seemed already to be working by the time you were seated for dinner, far closer to Benedict than to Anthony who sat at the other side of the table.

He scowled as he watched his brother gossiping with you, still irritated by both his earlier remark about seeing you yesterday and his persistence with being the only person in the room to maintain your attention.

“It is working, my dear friend,” Benedict beamed across at you, leaning forward to both better execute his plan and so that you could hear him better, “If looks could kill, my brother would have seen me long since dead and buried.”

You brought your hand to your mouth, hiding the giggle that escaped as you waited to calm before looking across at Anthony, “Benedict!”

You drew in a deep breath, composing yourself before glancing across at the Viscount and catching his eye immediately. His glare was suddenly no more, his lips curling up in a smile that sent your heart racing.

You mouthed a small “Hello,” to him, blushing crimson at the intensity of his stare. Despite the conversation going on around him, all he could do was look at you.

The staring contest you seemed to find yourself in was swiftly broken by Benedict’s voice calling your name again, returning you to conversation with him.

The rest of dinner passed much the same — small conversations here and there with the other Bridgertons, longing stares from an increasingly restless Anthony, and teasing comments from Benedict, who was certain that Anthony would be confronting you tonight.

“We should probably call for our carriage, I suppose,” you smiled sadly, disappointed with both how quickly the night had passed by and the fact you’d hardly spoken to Anthony throughout, “I’ve had such a lovely evening. I only wish I could stay longer!”

“You could!” Anthony exclaimed, an unusual outburst for the eldest sibling but one that made all at the table laugh as he rose to his feet, “We could have a room put up for you. It is late, and Wellsbury Hall is quite the distance.”

You bit your lip, smiling at him as he sat back down again, “Oh we couldn’t trouble you with that, my lord.”

“Perhaps my dear friend is right,” your brother disagreed, “It is getting late, and if it is no trouble we would be incredibly grateful. And I hope we might repay you with an invitation to Wellsbury in the near future? I hope to host a ball before the season ends so that my darling sister might finally find a husband.”

His eyes flickered between Benedict and Anthony for a moment and you realised that he must have been in on Benedict’s little plan.

You looked around the room cautiously at every smiling face, before settling your gaze on Anthony with a nod, “Very well then. I’d be delighted. The many childhoods spent staying here overnight are often much missed.”

Lady Bridgerton grinned, “Fantastic. Then it is settled,” she turned to the maids stood by the door, “Please prepare two rooms for our guests as quickly as possible. It is, after all, late, and I’m sure they will soon wish to rest.”

The way Anthony watched you for the rest of dinner made you impossibly nervous.

When the maids told you which rooms were readied, you stood to retire to bed, but not before Benedict offered to show you to the room as it was in his opinion the best decorated.

“Brother, I don’t believe it’s appropriate for you to show Lady Y/N to her room,” Anthony huffed, having had enough now of him being stuck to you like heavy-duty glue, “Perhaps you should allow one of our maids to kindly do so.”

“It is quite alright, Anthony. We are in the comfort of our own home, and I know Y/N quite well enough,” Benedict sing-songed, “Unless you would prefer to show her? The maids are quite busy clearing up.”

Anthony’s jaw clenched at his brother’s comment about knowing you ‘quite well enough’ and so he found himself at your side quickly.

“In fact yes, perhaps I should,” he agreed, a sternness in his tone you’d become used to again today. He was so much gentler with you, but today with you so seemingly far from him he has grown stoic again, “After all, I am the head of this household and you have not let me spend a minute with my closest friend, hm?”

Colin interjected now, aware of all eyes on the conversation, “Perhaps Lady Y/N can make the decision herself?”

“I—,”

“Fine, I concede,” Benedict raised his hands in surrender, “I suppose I’ve not let her leave my side this evening, though you cannot fault me for that. I will bid you goodnight, Y/N. Goodnight brothers.”

He took your hand in his, lifting it to his lips for just the gentlest of kisses to the back of it, before he bowed and quickly left the room.

With Anthony facing the other way, towards you, Benedict turned to shoot you a wink before leaving, and nerves bubbled in your gut at the unknown of what was to come.

The kiss to your hand was the final straw for Anthony, who linked his arm with yours and lead you out of the room without another word to anyone else.

You were silent for the walk, but once you stopped still outside of the room you were to sleep in Anthony turned to stand in front of you, his breathing jagged as his eyes searched your face for clues to why he was feeling so furious at your friendship with Benedict.

“Is my brother courting you?” he came right out and asked it, his chest heaving and yours doing so now too as you shook your head.

“Not at all, my lord,” you bit your lip again, before looking down at the ground to avoid his gaze.

He brought his index finger to your chin, lifting your face so that you were forced to look at him again, “And do you wish him to be?”

Again you shook your head, but his finger never left your skin for a moment.

“I was so sure—,”

“Forgive me, my lord, I have just been finding comfort in his friendship of late as I see him regularly about town,” you frowned, suddenly even more conscious of how little time you spent with Anthony in recent weeks.

He leaned ever so slightly closer, “Finding comfort in his friendship? And what of ours?”

“Our friendship, my lord? I—,”

“I apologise, Y/N, but I do not like to see you so close with my brother. Not least because of the fear of a scandal if others saw his behaviour,” he gritted his teeth, “He touches you too often. Leans too close to speak with you and it… it is misleading.”

You gulped, “Why would you be so infuriated by the notion of him courting me, my dear Anthony? He is your brother, and he cares for me. Even if it is not him I wish did so.”

He cocked his head in confusion now, before his eyes widened in realisation of his brother’s scheming. And in considering that, he realised that it had worked.

He’d never wanted to marry, and especially never for love.

But with you stood right there at his finger tips, smiling up at him nervously with a twinkle in your eyes, he threw caution to the wind and realised that you had changed that in him.

He could no longer deny his desire to hold you, to have you entirely as his, to make you his Viscountess.

“Who do you wish to treat you as such, my lady?”

“Surely you can see the answer for yourself, Anthony.”

“I simply wish to hear you say it. But if I must do so first, as a consequence of my foolishness in not seeing it sooner, then so be it. I dislike your closeness to my brother because I miss your attention being mine. I wish to have you at my side always, to laugh with you and dance with you and just talk with you all evening. I do not wish to see Benedict court you because I wish to do so myself.”

“Anthony—,”

“Please, my love, let me finish. I have most probably been in love with you for as long as I have known you, and yet chosen not to see it out of my own stubbornness. If not for my scheming devil of a brother, I might still be in denial. But I love you most ardently, Y/N. And if you feel at all the same then I should like to make you my wife. My viscountess.”

You were speechless, perhaps for one of the first times since meeting Anthony.

You had always told him everything, always saved your last dance for him at balls, always rooted for him in every game of Pall Mall even as his competitor.

And now here he was, the famously anti-marriage Viscount asking if you too wished to wed him.

“Anthony, I had hoped it was clear as day that I too have been unfathomably in love with you for longer than I can explain,” you blushed crimson again under his gaze as a smile spread across his face, “To marry you, well, would be the only way I might find joy in marriage. I know you’ve never sought a match, let alone a love match, but I love you most dearly, my dear Anthony.”

He captured your lips with his as soon as you stopped speaking, knowing that he shouldn’t do so but hoping nobody was around.

Besides, he would soon make you his wife, and he couldn’t contain the excitement.

“I know I’ve previously had my reservations but I am no longer in denial, and I’m sorry for taking my liberties with you by kissing you before we are wed but I could not help myself. And I wish to spend a lifetime kissing you, Y/N. Will you marry me?” he looked shy all of a sudden, which you had never seen before, and you grabbed both of his hands in yours to kiss them.

“Of course, my dear, there is nothing I would like more!”

His smile became impossibly wide, and once more he kissed you out of sheer excitement.

“I’m sorry that this was so abrupt, and I have yet no ring. But my mother will be ecstatic and I plan to give you her betrothal ring because— you are the only woman worthy. And I shall spend our whole life ensuring that I make up for taking so long to do this,” he was vulnerable now, still shy under your careful gaze,

“I had no desire to marry because I had no desire to put the woman I love through the pain of losing me like my mother did my father. She was distraught but— I see now that it is no good wasting time with this fear. However long I might live, I wish to spend those years loving you and making you happy, so that any pain might be worthwhile.”

You kissed him now, tearing your gloves from your hands and reaching up to cup his face and kiss him, “I love you, Anthony Bridgerton. Always. And I cannot wait to be your wife. It will be the greatest honour.”

You were both hot and flustered, and it was taking everything in him not to push open your bedroom door and sweep you off your feet.

But for you, he was a gentleman, and so he settled for one final kiss atop your head and a sweet goodnight.

“We shall tell the others as we break fast tomorrow, perhaps?” you could see the dizzy joy in Anthony’s eyes as he asked this of you, and you nodded profusely.

“I cannot wait, my dear.”

“Then I will bid you good night, my love. I will dream of you, and look forward to seeing you in the morning. Sleep well, my future viscountess.”

“Sleep well, my love.”

As you went to part, you heard a rustle a little way down the corridor, both looking up to see a smug Benedict smirking, leaning on the wall just down the hallway.

“Even I underestimated my own plan. Congratulations, brother. You finally saw sense.”

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hello! i know this is completely random as i’ve been writing for djats lately but i has this idea and felt the neeeeed to write it. feel free to request more bridgerton fics, as i’m inspired at the moment and rewatching it.

in the meantime, here is my masterlist!

#bridgerton #anthony bridgerton x reader jealous #anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton #bridgerton imagine #anthony bridgerton imagine #anthony bridgerton one shot #jealous #jealous anthony bridgerton

[winnie-the-monster]

#I’m a little jealous Danbury got 2 bridgertons on her arm #lady danbury #agatha danbury #benedict bridgerton #colin bridgerton #francesca bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #violet bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #bridgerton #s3 #bridgerton season 3 #promo pics

[thekatebridgerton]

Have you ever thought about how two people eavesdropping on the same conversation can come to different conclusions based on their individual interests?

Picture Anthony and Colin overhearing this conversation:

Penelope: Anthony is very handsome, go ahead admit it

Kate: he's not that handsome, actually he's barely good looking

Penelope: he has a bod to die for and he's got a killer smile, you can't tell me you don't see it

Kate: I don't, because I don't actually like him

Penelope: ugh you're so stubborn, Anthony Bridgerton is amazing, he's protective, he's a great leader, good with kids, super confident, a total catch, take my word for it already

Kate: you just say that because he's nice to you and isn't trying to court your sister

Penelope: .... But you know he's handsome right?

Kate: oh shut up

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Meanwhile behind the door

Anthony: 😊😊 Wingwoman Penelope Yass! Defending me from Kate, Go Penelope! Keep telling Kate I'm a catch! What a Nice girl, helping me win her over

Colin: 😠😡🤬 Penelope thinks you're handsome? She never told me I'm handsome! 😡😡 why Does Pen think you're hotter than me??

Anthony: wait a minute Colin

Colin: she can't have a crush on you if you're dead 🔫

Anthony: put the pistol down Colin!! .... Colin don't get any closer..

Colin: how dare you try to steal my Pen 😡😡

Anthony: stay away from me!! IM GOING TO TELL MOM

(You know what I think I'm going to add an extended version of this scene to Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss)

#jealous Colin #eavesdropping au #polin #kanthony #colin bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #penelope featherington #kate sharma

[stars-of-kyber]

Lost, Drifting - Chapter 4 - You can't predict the end

"That was all to say he had all but forgotten about Doctor Dorset's visit, much too busy with other important things, until he walked into the Sharma's drawing room halfway through the morning the day before the festival to find the man seated in one of the sofas, happily sipping on his tea and making not very subtle eyes at Kate.

Anthony hated him." ___________________________________________________________ A certain doctor comes to town, stirring in Anthony a myriad of feelings, none of them good, and forcing him to consider his future and Kate's.

HELLO Y'ALL! DID YOU MISS ME?! (Is anyone even still reading this?)

I was feeling sad and pouty and dramatic last night and kinda fueled those feelings into working on Lost, Drifting.

I'll confess, this part of the chapter was already written, but as I went the chap kinda got way too big (over 12K I need to be stopped) and I decided this needed to go apart.

The good news is that the second part of this (and this kiss I promised) is coming on Friday, so keep an eye out for it!

I hope you like this chapter (I don't love it but I'm very mean to myself) and please understand Anthony's having a difficult moment? Is he being dumb? Yes, but cut the man some slack, it's probs not easy for him rn.

Happy reading!

Enjoy!

#my writing #bridgerton #my fic #kathony #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #Memory Loss AU #Lost Drifting #Soldier Anthony #WW1 #Post WW1 #Jealous Anthony

[kathony1814]

To this day, I wish we had gotten more of Anthony Bridgerton being jealous!!!

#kanthony #kathony #anthony x kate #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #kate bridgerton #viscountess bridgerton #bridgerton #simone ashley #jonathan bailey #jealous anthony #unhinged Anthony Bridgerton #otp: our souls are destined to be together

[cinnabun-faerie]

G'raha Tia meets Anthony Bridgerton

A/N: I find it so funny that G'raha and Anthony are played by Jonathan Bailey (an amazing actor)! I had so much fun writing this! I love it when characters who share the same va/actor interact. Lemme do more crossover stuff! Anything is possible!

Summary: Worlds collide and characters meet each other! They also pick up on the other's feelings for you!

honestly these two might be cordial with each other

because that's the best for you

but they definitely do not like each other

G'raha can respect that he is a man of confidence who carries himself well for the most part

but he has quite the reputation of being a rake

and that was not something he wanted you involved with

it was your choice of course

he could tell already that Anthony could make anyone fall for him with pretty words

and that's exactly how he gets people in his bed

pretty words and pretty promises

G'raha doesn't want you to get your heart broken

he wants to protect you

and he wants to be the one you see in a romantic way

even if you might not ever

but he could be better than this man

even upon meeting the guy, G'raha tenses

his protective Crystal Exarch self comes out

he has to close his eyes to stop himself from moving into a battle-ready stance

his ears flatten slightly and his eyes narrow

he doesn't want you to be naive and believe whatever this man is telling you

"Y/N, please."

Anthony can't understand why this catboy(?) has been glaring daggers at him

and being so overbearing when it comes to you

he's almost cute while doing it

it's rather laughable

he can't help but roll his eyes at the way G'raha looks at you with stars in his eyes

how you can't help but give into him immediately

please

you could so much better

like him

Anthony can't help but stare at you

almost lovingly at you

but he'd never admit

not to himself or you

Bonus:

Thancred to the other scions who are casually watching G'raha Tia & Anthony silently glaring at each other in a fight over you: I can't tell who stares at Y/N more.

Urianger: They're equally passionate.

Y'shtola: Yes. From "You Are The Bane Of My Existence And The Object Of All My Desires." to "Promise me you’ll take me on your next adventure. A journey. Together. That’s all I ask"

#ffxiv #ffxiv headcaons #ffxiv x bridgerton crossover #g'raha tia x reader #anthony bridgerton x reader #i'm chomping at wires for these two men #i think there's a world where they could be friends #but they're jealous boys

[kanthonyficrecs]

Featured Fic (Modern AU)

Know Your Worth by WaterlilyRose Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: Kate decides she needs to forget about Anthony Bridgerton. It hasn't happened. It will never happen. And Kate needs to stop dreaming it will happen because she can never let it happen anyway. Pity that Anthony is not good at taking hints...

#featured fic #modern au #m #complete #multi chap #50k #enemies to lovers #friends to lovers #mutual pining #jealous anthony #fluff #smut #hurt/comfort #angst #happy ending #kathony fic #kathony #bridgerton

[luscious-coptic-curls]

Kanthony fanfic - Married at First Sight tv show

I was inspired to write a fanfic in which Kate and Anthony take part in the tv show Married at First Sight (UK). Just posted the first two chapters, and excited to see if others are interested in this concept.

#kanthony #kate x anthony #bridgerton #bridgerton season 2 #bridgerton fic #married at first sight #mafs #mafsuk #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #alternate au #alternate universe #jealous anthony #angst #fluff #light smut #reality tv #mary sharma #edwina sharma #colin bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #daphne bridgerton #simon basset #eloise bridgerton #francesca bridgerton #gregory bridgerton #hyacinth bridgerton #violet bridgerton #bane of my existence #I'm so excited about your match

[sammansonn]

I didn’t think I’d be that into bridgerton season 3 but the trailer just dropped and I’m actually like👀👀👀

#obviously the anthony and kate of it all hooked me #but the polin plot actually seems compelling #I wasn’t sold on it but seeing a jealous colin?? kinda slay #bridgerton

[quotergirl19]

What we got season 1 from Daphne about Simon:

What we got season 2 from Anthony about Kate:

What I expect season 3 from Eloise & Colin: “What about Penelope?”

#part of me expects a version each season since the Bridgertons are different yet so alike #Eloise overreacted out of a combination of being upset because she couldn’t ruin herself with Theo #and because she was jealous that her quiet friend Penelope wound up being wildly successful Whistledown #I think she’ll accept and forgive Penelope for what she wrote #Eloise’s plan to lie to the Queen would have made things SO much worse #I say both Colin & Eloise feel lonely without Penelope #I can see Penelope pulling back from Colin HARD for season 3 #I bet he leaves again to travel and sort out why he’s so upset about losing Penelope from his life #I expect not having Pen to write to while traveling is going to make him miss her #if the show still has Penelope read something from Colin’s journal I want it to mention that he has been missing her #because traveling with Penelope’s writing to him kept him from feeling lonely #daphne bridgerton #daphne basset #simon basset #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #colin bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #penelope featherington #bridgerton

[sukibenders]

Nah because when Anthony did Kate like that, going "that was for Miss Edwina", I wanted to chew him out so bad. Like how are you going to make my girl go through all of that, just to be so rude and embarrassing? I needed to see more of him groveling for Kate and her affections because I'm still not over him calling her a "thorn so easily removed" or a "bane to his existence"

#kate sharma #anthony bridgerton #kathony #like while i really really dislike anthony i don't hate him. however he always gonna catch a lick from me #and then he gets jealous when kate was having a fun time with another guy #i held no sympathy for him like yes kate have your fun and ignore this man

[kathonyprompts-fanfics]

Kathony Prompt: KateAnthony Week Day 2

KateAnthony Week! Day 2 Lillies

Prompt: “And, don’t you think that, Ms Sharma has the most lovely smell. I swear that she smells like...”. Anthony overhears Mr. Dorset discussing Kate’s smell. 

Showverse Prompt. Season 2 Prompt. Jealous Anthony prompt

#KateAnthonyWeek #bridgerton #kathony #kathony prompt #kanthony #kate x anthony #kate/anthony #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony/kate #anthony x kate #anthony bridgerton #showverse prompt #season 2 prompt #jealous Anthony #dialogue prompt

[loveleigh2]

Heeelpppp Meeee Pleaseeee

Hey, can anyone point me in the direction or recommend some Kate and Anthony Bridgerton fics that have to do with either of them being jealous. I need the angst and drama right now lol :) 

#Bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #kathony #bridgerton netflix #Bridgerton Season 2 #jealousy #fanfics #jealous trope

[megapandas]

Please, can someone please make a gifset of the Anthony/Dorset c@ck measuring contest with Daphne's "perfect jealous suitor. Well done" from S1.

#i would be deeply grateful #kanthony #bridgerton #kate sharma #anthony bridgerton #daphne bridgerton #having the single braincell #kathony #bridgerton season 2 #bridgerton season two #jealous anthony #cures my depression

[smooth-boob]

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#bridgerton poto au thoughts incoming #this time about benedict as raoul! #benedict cosigning his own destiny totally by accident is going to be a thing #first of all he is somehow even less aware than raoul that there is a love triangle afoot #and he keeps dropping comments that kate would've really made great friends w anthony when anthony was alive but alas~~~ #(oh btw anthony is presumed dead hence his status as an opera ghost) #i'm still not quite sure how exactly these two get engaged tbh bc the motivations/impetus is different from christine/raoul #and anthony is just as jealous as erik but uuhhh he can't quite react the way erik did lol #but he can do...some...of the things erik did #idk how to handle spoilers for a fic i haven't even finished adlkjfasldkjf #bridgerton poto au #.braindump

[leviathanspain]

🐈‍⬛ hiii! what do you think of benedict bridgerton x reader, where reader is daphne’s long time friend who’s always been close with the family and has always had a crush on benedict, she doesn’t make it obvious but even he knows and before her big debut she overhears him talking with his brothers about her and how he’d never marry her because he’d never have feelings for you even though you have feelings for him, reader quickly moves on because why would she care about what a man thinks right? so obviously she has to go to the balls looking real good and dance with lots of guys making him jealous (perk but not the goal) and he eventually realizes his feelings and makes it all up to her after finding out she heard what he said

like someone in love

benedict bridgerton x reader

synopsis: you’ve come to terms with the fact that he would never see you romantically, and so you have to find a way to move on

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you audibly gasped, hand clutching at your corset, that your lady’s maid was strapping to your body. she looked over your shoulder and you shook your head, “i am fine, tighter!” you shrieked shrilly, feeling the air constrict in your lungs.

you heard the quick ties of the ribbon and inhaled slowly, “i have to look perfect for tea with daphne.” you admired yourself in the mirror, “if i happen to run into mr. bridgerton, i want to look perfect.” you held your head high, watching your hair fall back loosely, “use the blue ribbon, will you?”

“of course, my lady.” anne, your lady’s maid, always had a small smile on her face whenever she helped you with your visits to the bridgerton household; ever since you became taken with the middle brother, benedict.

you tried to be modest with your attraction, especially since he was daphne’s older brother, and she was your dearest friend. but sometimes, you felt as if the entire ton could see right through you.

“this is the last he’ll see of me before i’m game to the rest of london.” you rolled your eyes, “with whatever my mother has planned- i can only expect a surprise.” your mother, constance, had wonderful success in marrying off your three older sisters, to members of high european society.

“i don’t want her to choose my husband, i know who he is,” you inhaled again, “he just has to choose me.” you smoothed down your skirt, and walked over to your vanity, anne following quickly behind.

“oh, y/n!” daphne still felt like a girl whenever you appeared in her doorway. the drawing room had been empty except for her, looking beautiful as ever.

you looked around before greeting her back, smiling brightly as you sat across from her, “where is everyone?” you couldn’t help but feel disappointed that benedict wasn’t sketching away by the window.

daphne exhaled, “mama took everyone out for promenade. i’m rather nervous about tomorrow, and well,” she shrugged, smiling.

you nodded, “i most definitely am nervous. a pit in my stomach.” you admitted, “i understand, daph. that is why when i received your invite for tea, i knew i had to come.”

daphne’s attention shifted to the bustling bodies that were shoving each other through the drawing room doorway. it was all her brothers, with eloise.

eloise smiled at you, and moved over to the seat beside her sister. benedict, colin and anthony all greeted you politely, indulging in small conversation with daphne before excusing themselves to the study.

as they left, you couldn’t help but let your eyes hang on benedict, not bothering to hide your feelings. daphne smiled, “y/n, i do hope my brother marries you, you’d be my sister.” you blushed, laughing off her comment as eloise raised her eyebrows.

your tea with daphne had turned into a private dinner, and it had gotten late. “this was lovely, daph.” you had stopped on your walk by the study with daphne, “i’ll see you tomorrow, be perfect.” you wished her luck, and waved her off as she dashed back up the stairs.

the bridgerton house grew quiet as you took your time exiting. you had hoped you’d accidentally bump into benedict on your way out, but as you passed the last room, you lost hope.

“no!” you heard some shouting, a rancorous laughter followed and you paused by the wall of the last room. it was the three brothers, indulging in conversation. “i would never marry y/n. she’s-“ you heart dropped just as the voice paused, “there’s nothing there. no.” he, benedict, how could you not recognize that voice, had unknowingly shattered your heart with muffled conversation.

you inhaled sharply, and dashed out of the home, walking fast to your carriage as your tears threatened to fall.

your father had been a great man. your mother loved him passionately that even she cried when he died. you cried, but you were a child who knew her father fleetingly. your mother made you promise on his grave that no man would ever make you hurt like this again.

benedict breaking your heart was no different, and you knew you couldn’t dwell. your mother would not let you, you would not let yourself cry for him anymore.

the debut had been the easy part, the hard part was standing out. your first ball and already you couldn’t qualm your nerves. you knew that daphne and her entire family would be attending, you would have to see benedict, have to see him knowing what he said.

your mother had revealed to you that there was a duke and a prince in the waters, and you had to reach for the highest of stars.

your dance card had been filled to the brim, not even an hour had passed before there was a line of eligible suitors waiting for a dance. you were speechless, never did you think you’d get a reaction like that. not when there was daphne in the same pool of ladies.

everyone but the man you wanted had lined up for a dance, even his brother colin, but it was friendly more than anything.

benedict watched you carefully, smiling politely as you and colin danced. you indulged his ramblings about his wishes to travel, your father had been quite the explorer before settling down, so you were as worldly as he had been.

benedict tugged at his collar. seeing his brother with you had left him feeling odd, upset.

“ben, are you okay?” anthony had surprised his brother, and benedict nodded, “ye-yes. i just need a breath.” he spotted the nearest double doors, leading off to a balcony of some sort, he rushed away, his hand clutching into a fist nervously.

his skin felt hot, and he exhaled a breath. you had an affect on him that he had tried to ignore for months now.

when he was confronted about it by his brothers, he denied it fiercely, you were young, beautiful and wildly too good for him. not with your sisters’ husbands being who they were, benedict knew your mother wouldn’t even consider him as a thought.

but he couldn’t ignore the rage he felt at colin, watching his hands on your body, guiding you as you danced.

he knew you had an affection for him, he could see it in your eyes, but you didn’t know him, you couldn’t see why he was the wrong man for you. anthony had claimed that look in your eyes was of someone in love. he encouraged his brother, but benedict grew more reserved about his decision.

you wanted him to see. five balls of trying to capture a glance from benedict bridgerton, and five balls of failure. you had danced with nearly all of the eligible men, many handsome and as rich as you could imagine, but none left you with desire.

benedict was slowly becoming nothing but a dream, an unfulfilled desire that only kept you up at night.

on the night of the last ball of the season, you knew you had to get benedict alone. you had grown restless through the season, upset and frustrated. this was your last chance, because your mother refused to have her daughter end her first season unmarried.

you would be someone’s wife soon, and you had to be his.

benedict needed this. the drag of the smuggled cigarette in his lungs, the exhaling into the pitch black sky. knowing you were inside, dancing your way into someone else’s arms.

he refused to watch it happen, and he refused to admit how much he hated all of the men of the ton. he loathed every single one for having danced with you.

“mr. bridgerton.” he had only heard you address him a few times. not in a long while, and he had made sure of that.

he turned, shocked to see you standing behind him. you were wearing a baby blue dress, cheeks flushed. “miss heathfield.” he seemed breathless, and he dropped the cigarette that had been between his fingers, brushing his hand on his coat, holding it behind his back.

“it is chilly out here, perhaps you would be more comfortable inside?” no one else was outside, and it was inappropriate for you to be out here with him, alone.

you didn’t move, “benedict,” you spoke informally and sighed, “i will be someone’s wife before the month ends, and i just want to know.” he blinked, “why do you not want me to be yours?” you exhaled, feeling a relief off your chest.

benedict watched as you walked closer to him, “i have wished for that since the beginning of the season, y/n.” he looked at you, “you are beautiful, talented, wondrous and intriguing woman, and i absolutely do not deserve you.” his lips went tight, “i’ve seen your sisters’ husbands. they’re dukes and earls, i’m not even the viscount.” he whispered, “you deserve to be loved like a queen, a princess, anything but a mrs.”

you grew emotional, tears brimmed in your eyes and you stomped, “stop it this instance, benedict bridgerton!” you were now face to face with him, you could smell the cigarette smoke more clearly now, “i can see you feel strongly about me, and i want nothing more in this moment than for you to kiss me.”

benedict looked at you, glancing at the parted doorway, light and laughter floated down to his ears before he rushed in to kiss you.

your knees went weak at the kiss, and he gripped you, holding you against him. he pulled away, panting, “i-“ he was utterly speechless.

“i know.” you whispered, knowing the look in his eyes all too well.

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