Eddie my love

Part 1

Summary: Anthony is known as a libertine; his younger sister, as a spinster destined to remain on the margins of love. But behind those reputations lie doubts, fears, and a quiet longing to love. When their mother, Violet Bridgerton, decides that both of them must focus on finding a match, she certainly does not expect it to happen in the same season. The two siblings will face a question they never believed they would have to answer: what happens when love finally knocks on your door? Is fear greater than longing?

Warnings: My native language is not English. Sorry if there are any mistakes in the writing. I do not authorize my work to be re-uploaded, plagiarized, or translated and posted on other platforms without my permission.

BridgertonReader! > Sister of the Bridgertons, younger sister of Anthony and older sister of Benedict and the rest of the siblings. Reader calls Anthony "Thony".

The story takes place in Season 2 of the series Bridgerton; the story follows the same events with a few changes: Anthony and Edwina do not reach the altar. He does propose marriage, but it does not lead to a wedding.

Pairings: PrinceFriedrich x BridgertonReader! And AnthonyBridgerton x Kate Sharma.

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Dear and gentle reader:

A new season is about to begin, and this author awaits with impatience the scandals and romances that will inevitably bloom with it. While certain rumors have reached my ears during this lull, none have proven exquisite enough to interrupt my rest... until now.

This author cannot help but wonder: who will be the diamond chosen by Her Majesty the Queen this year? What shameful secrets will come to light beneath the lights of the ballrooms? And above all, will the most coveted bachelors of the Ton finally be willing to surrender to the altar, or will they continue playing with fire?

Remain attentive. I shall remain in the shadows, observing every glance and every whisper as I prepare my pen.

Yours truly,

Lady Whistledown.

Violet Bridgerton closed the pamphlet in her hands while directing her gaze toward her eldest children. They were almost laughing out loud as they read the pamphlet.

“Are you aware that she is talking about you, right?” she asked.

Anthony looked at his mother, then at his younger sister. The two tried to keep their composure, but it lasted only a few seconds before they burst into laughter.

“Mother, we already told you that Thony and I will remain in society for a few more years,” you began to say.

“Long enough for Benedict or Colin to find a wife,” Anthony interrupted.

“And then Thony and I will go live on the outskirts of the city and be free, no responsibilities at all.”

“Wait, am I being offered as a sacrifice?” Benedict asked, leaning against the doorframe.

“Wouldn’t you like to be the father of the future Viscount, Ben?” you asked.

“No, that’s too much responsibility, and right now I’m not thinking about that,” Benedict replied with a smile.

“My dear, good heavens, I expected to hear this from any of your brothers, not from you,” Violet interrupted your joking.

“Mother, at this point I am already considered a spinster. What decent man would want to marry me?”

“You will find him.” You shook your head. Violet sighed tiredly, as if this were the same conversation every day. She directed her gaze to Anthony, who had an amused smile on his face. “And you will also find a wife,” she said to Anthony, pointing at him almost like a threat. Violet left the room.

“What is wrong with our plan?” you asked.

“Nothing, sister, although it may be that the problem is that you want to leave our estate in Benedict’s hands,” Anthony replied.

“Mmm,” you responded while thinking about that possibility.

“Hey, I’m right here,” Benedict protested, making the three of you laugh at the same time.

“Do you think Berbrook is still looking for a wife?” you asked suddenly.

“Poor girl, whoever he ends up marrying,” Anthony commented.

“It could have been Daphne,” you said.

“Hey, that was a mistake,” he defended himself.

“You wanted to marry her to someone three times her age!” you said, laughing.

“I already apologized,” Anthony said.

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The sun was at its highest point, as were the members of high society; the bustle of the parks and markets had already reached its peak.

In the distance, a carriage could be seen approaching the imposing residence of the Danburys. The horses stopped right in front of the door. Lady Danbury was waiting there, with a group of servants beside her ready to carry out her orders.

One of the footmen stepped forward to open the door. A woman was the first to step out, followed by two young ladies.

“Lady Sharma,” Lady Danbury greeted with a nod.

“Lady Danbury,” the other woman greeted with a curtsey. “Thank you for allowing us to stay under your care.” Lady Danbury nodded. “Please allow me to introduce my daughters, Kate, the eldest, and Edwina, the youngest.”

“Miss Kate, Miss Edwina,” Lady Danbury greeted with a nod.

“Lady Danbury,” the two girls greeted at the same time, giving a curtsey.

Not many miles away from there, Anthony Bridgerton was seated in his study. Although he loved the idea his younger sister had proposed, he knew that as the head of the family he had to find a wife, even if he did not wish to.

And he had decided it: he would marry the diamond of the season.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

“Thony, little Eloise is ready, and although it might seem like she is excited because she wants to leave quickly, it is quite the opposite,” you said. Anthony laughed at your words. He took his coat and left with you.

The carriages were already forming a long line on the grounds of the royal family. Thousands of debutantes and their mothers tried to calm their nerves. Anthony helped your sisters and you down from the carriage. Before going your separate ways, you approached Eloise.

“I know that right now you would probably rather be reading a book than being here,” Eloise nodded and you laughed. “But you must do this, for Mother. You know how important this is to her, so give your best smile.”

Eloise smiled without emotion. You stepped closer and hugged her. “Let’s finish this quickly,” you whispered in her ear.

“Eloise, come along,” Violet interrupted the moment, making Eloise return to her serious expression. You smiled.

You walked back to your other siblings. Daphne was already holding Simon’s arm, Benedict accompanied Francesca, and Anthony waited with Hyacinth while Colin and Gregory were talking a little further ahead. Once you all began to walk, you could feel how the gazes began to turn toward you. Families of the debutantes hoped that one of your brothers would notice them.

It would definitely be a long season.

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“Miss Eloise Bridgerton, presented by her mother, the Right Honourable Lady Bridgerton, widow of the Viscount Bridgerton,” the footman announced. The doors opened and Eloise entered, followed a few steps behind by her mother.

Looks and whispers accompanied her as she walked forward. You noticed her expression of doubt and a bit of fear. Her gaze reached all of you, and when she saw the smiles on all your faces, it made her feel more secure. Once she stood before the Queen, she performed the curtsey that her mother had forced her to practice all week.

From behind, you all noticed a hint of interest from the Queen, but apparently not enough, for she made no movement. Eloise and Violet continued and left the hall.

Everyone looked at one another, all of you smiling. Even though she had not earned the Queen’s approval, for you she had been the diamond. You knew your sister, and you knew she had done her very best to please Mother, even if she would not tolerate the rest of the season very well.

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Maybe I'll make a tag list, comment if you'd like me to add you :)

So, I started writing this. Originally it was only going to be a two-part story, but it ended up much longer, so welcome to my new series/. It’s the first time I write one, so I hope you like it, and I’ll appreciate any comments to help me improve! :)

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Warnings: My native language is not English. Sorry if there are any mistakes in the writing. I do not authorize my work to be re-uploaded, plagiarized, or translated and posted on other platforms without my permission. Not mention of Y/N.

BridgertonReader! > Sister of the Bridgertons, younger sister of Anthony and older sister of Benedict and the rest of the siblings.

The story takes place in Season 2 of the series Bridgerton; the story follows the same events with a few changes: Anthony and Edwina do not reach the altar. He does propose marriage, but it does not lead to a wedding.

Pairing: PrinceFriedrich x BridgertonReader!

Anthony Bridgerton x Kate Sharma

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Synopsis:

The Winner Takes It All

Anthony is known as a libertine; his younger sister, as a spinster destined to remain on the margins of love. But behind those reputations lie doubts, fears, and a quiet longing to love. When their mother, Violet Bridgerton, decides that both of them must focus on finding a match, she certainly does not expect it to happen in the same season. The two siblings will face a question they never believed they would have to answer: what happens when love finally knocks on your door? Is fear greater than longing?

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Dear and gentle reader,

A new season is about to begin, and this author awaits with great impatience the scandals and romances that will inevitably bloom alongside it. While certain rumors have reached my ears during this lull, none have been exquisite enough to interrupt my rest… until now.

This author cannot help but wonder: who will be named the Queen’s Diamond this year? What shameful secrets will come to light beneath the glittering lights of the ballrooms? And above all, will the most coveted bachelors of the Ton finally be willing to surrender to the altar, or will they continue playing with fire?

Remain attentive. I shall stay in the shadows, observing every glance and every whisper as I prepare my pen.

Yours truly,

Lady Whistledown

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First chapter: Saturday, March 14.

Friends to lovers. Johnny Storm x reader.

— Warnings: No spoilers for the movie, I haven't seen it yet :(, Fluff, no use of Y/n, I think that's all, let me know if there's more :) This is short, but I hope you enjoy it.

— Summary After a few years, you reconnected with your best friends. And some feelings you thought were already underground began to surface.

A few years ago, anyone alive at university might refer to you as the golden trio. However, in the present, you'd think you were strangers now, but in reality, there was only a pause between you.

After finishing university, you received an internship to work at a NASA base in California, while Johnny and Sue stayed in New York. You practically had to travel across the country to get to New York. While working at NASA was an incredible job, it was also demanding because you only travelled to New York on some weekends, mostly for important dates.

But this time would be different. You'd have a two-week vacation, so you had to meet with them. At least you hoped they would, though; you had an advantage: you could see them on television. There were several options: call them, send them a telegram, or send them a letter. Although all three options were quickly ruled out, they definitely didn't have the same number they had at least ten years ago, nor the same address. Writing seemed like a viable option, but they definitely receive thousands of letters a day, so it would take forever for them to read yours.

So, now here you are, in front of the giant building, your heels clicking on the gravel, anxiety setting in. You called the day before to introduce yourself as a NASA representative from Houston, and you needed to speak with Susan Storm. Fortunately, they gave you an appointment for today. This could go very well, or really badly, and you could possibly be fired from your job for misusing your position.

They handed you a small paper plaque that said "visitor" in large letters, with your first and last name below it. Seeing that gigantic building with your own eyes was definitely an experience you didn't know you wanted to have. You took the elevator to one of the highest levels of the tower. You found the office assigned to you, praying to all the saints and gods that the person who arrived would be Sue.

"Good morning," someone entered the office.

"Good morning, Mr. Richards," you greeted. From this moment on, things could definitely go very well or very badly.

"I'm told you're a representative from Houston. What's the purpose of your visit?" You hesitated a moment before answering; you definitely needed to think carefully about your response.

You sighed. "Well… This isn't an official visit," you paused before continuing. Reeds raised his eyebrows. "Well… I-I was friends with Johnny and Sue in college. Our lives changed, and we haven't seen each other in a while, and after discarding many ideas, this was the best one I could come up with," you explained while playing with your fingers. There was a long silence between you. Reeds studied you closely.

"I promise I'm not a crazy fangirl or anything. If I work at NASA, you can see my ID," you explained quickly, as you grabbed your bag.

"Don't worry, I think my wife will have to decide that," he said with a slight smile. "I heard your name."

"My name? I didn't give you my name…" You said, confused. Reed pointed to the small badge hanging on your clothes. "I'll be right back."

"Thanks," you sighed. You were definitely on the right track, unless it was actually security he went looking for, not Sue. The minutes seemed to drag on until you heard the faint click of heels slowly approaching, until they were finally standing in the same place as you. Instinctively, your head turned at the loss of sound, and a smile quickly spread across both of your faces.

"Sue!" You almost screamed, getting up from your chair to hug her, just as she opened her arms to welcome you.

"Omg, it's been a while, how have you been?" she asked as they broke away from the hug.

"Pretty good, a lot of work, but pretty good, I can say." Neither of you could stop smiling.

"Please, before we catch up," she said as she took your hands and together you walked back to the table where you were sitting, "I wanted to tell you that you're invited to our dinner tonight. Please don't be late," she said with an amused tone in the last sentence, making you both smile. "Johnny is going to die when he sees you." Johnny, of course, for a moment, you had forgotten about him. Although it seemed very cliché, you had fallen in love with your best friend, and to add another cliché, falling in love with your best friend's brother.

During your last year of college, you'd discovered him. You noticed how you knew certain details that not just any friend would know, like how he liked to sleep with the door open as a child because it made him feel safer, or how he loves pancakes with ham.

You had planned to tell her about your crush on graduation day, since after that day, you wouldn't see each other, at least for a long time. However, that night you chickened out and didn't say anything, something you've truly regretted ever since, because you've carried that crush ever since, even though you really thought it was in the past. But when you heard Sue say her name, you unfortunately realised it wasn't.

The elevator ding snapped you out of your thoughts just in time.

Following Sue's advice, you were heading up to the penthouse five minutes early, an almond cake in your hands. You were definitely mentally berating yourself for not bringing a more ordinary one. What if someone were allergic to almonds?

"There you are!" Sue exclaimed, walking down the hallway toward you.

"Well, you said not to be late, so…" You said, laughing with her.

Sue led you to the kitchen, where Reed, Ben, and Herbie were, to introduce them.

"That was definitely brave of you to do," Reed commented with a smile.

"I know, but I needed to meet with these siblings; it was urgent, so I was willing to lose my job," you said, laughing.

"Oh my god, we're indispensable to th-" a voice coming from the back interrupted you.

"And… five seconds early, that's considered me late for dinner," he said, still looking at his watch.

"Johnny," you said with a smile. He looked up at the unfamiliar voice, frowned for a few seconds, probably remembering who you were. Then he gasped with a smile.

"My girl," he ran toward you with open arms, picked you up, and, after spinning you around, put you back down. "I've definitely missed you a lot."

"And you, you've definitely grown, look at you," you joked.

"Please tell us about your life," he said as he settled at the table to listen to you. The four of them laughed at Johnny's excitement, and the movement of plates and cutlery began on the table, accompanied by conversation and laughter.

The first to get up was Ben, then Reed, who said he had to continue with some pending equations. A few hours later, Sue, the pregnancy making her a little more tired than usual. Then it was you and Johnny, although when he saw you start to yawn, he offered you a room so you could stay the night.

"Come on, stay. I promise Sue will clear her schedule tomorrow so she can spend time with you… And probably me too," you laughed.

"Fine… But on one condition… I need you to tell me what it feels like to be the human torch," you said, laughing. "Deal." Johnny led you to the guest room. "I'm in the front room, if you need anything," he said.

"Thanks, Johnny," you smiled back.

You had spent practically the entire week with the Fantastic Four. Definitely, nothing had changed between you; you still had that familiar bond. Ben turned out to be good company and cook; Reed was a good equation partner, helping you solve some equations that were holding you back in your work. Sue started taking your opinion on improvements to the foundation. And Johnny, well, spending time with Johnny made you feel wonderful, even though he was still the same idiot he was before. The butterflies in your stomach and the blushes returned whenever he spoke.

But time was running out. In two days, you will return to Houston, to your routine and work. Although you loved him, you knew it would be difficult to be around these brothers again… Johnny.

That night, it was just you and Johnny in the kitchen again. While Hearbie finished putting everything back together, Johnny led you to the balcony, and the sky was full of stars.

"Wow, how beautiful…" Johnny watched your eyes sparkle and smiled. "How does it feel to be in space?" You asked. Although you had both studied to be astronauts, you had never been on a mission. Johnny took a few seconds to answer. "It's an incredible experience… Everything is so immense, so big, that you definitely feel small around something so big," he replied.

"I hope to experience that someday," you said dreamily.

"You will," he replied, and then the two of you fell silent.

Minutes later, you both headed to your respective rooms. You were about to close the door when an impulse struck you.

"Johnny," you said. He was about to close his door. Your blood ran cold.

"What's wrong?" Silence fell between you. When you didn't have an answer, he worried. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes, yes, yes, don't worry," you responded quickly. "It's just… Well… I'm leaving in practically a day…" Johnny nodded. You didn't even want to look him in the eye. It would probably ruin your friendship, but you wanted to tell him so you could fix it more quickly.

"I like you," you said quickly, closing your eyes tightly. "I've liked you since senior year of college. I thought about telling you on graduation day, but I really chickened out and didn't. But don't worry if you don't love me back. I just thought I'd tell you because I think you deserve to know." "Oh no," you had started to ramble. "And I think it would be best for our friendship, so we can fix it and-" Johnny's hand on your jaw interrupted you, lifting your head, forcing you to look at him. Then you saw him. You started to feel the blush under his gaze. He looked at your eyes, but suddenly his gaze went to your lips, then to your eyes, and finally to your lips. Before he started to close the space between you, until you felt his lips on yours. Your brain short-circuited, so it took you a few seconds before you could keep up with the kiss.

As they pulled away, both of their lips were swollen, their cheeks flushed.

"Does that answer what you were saying?" he asked, amused.

"Shut up."

"Yes, ma'am," you laughed.

"I think we should talk. Like I said before, I'm leaving in practically a day… And after this, we need to talk."

"I agree, but first…" he said before kissing you again. "You have no idea how long I imagined this." You laughed. As they pulled away, you walked into the room. Johnny followed you after closing the door.

Tonight, something new was beginning, both in your life and in his. It could be complicated, yes, but it was something the two of you were willing to face together.

Anthony Bridgerton x Wife!reader / Benedict Bridgerton x Sister-in-law! reader

— Summary: After you marry Anthony, he begins to treat you indifferently, ignore you, and even cheat on you. But by the time he realizes he loves you and confesses it, it may be too late.

— Warnings: mentions of deception, infidelity, sadness, no use of Y/n, (I think that's all. Tell me if there is anything else)

A/n: English is not my native language, sorry if something is written wrong, I hope everything can be understood. :)

Being courted by Anthony Bridgerton, or any of his brothers, would be a dream for mothers and their young debutantes, but for you, it was a reality.

You met in one of the Mayfair parks after your younger sister Hyacinth, bumped into you while playing with Gregory. The three siblings apologized, and in return, Anthony offered them a walk in the park. After that day, Anthony began visiting you almost every day, until he proposed to you, which you accepted.

When you arrived in Mayfair, you never imagined you would stay forever. In reality, you were going on vacation with your family. However, you met the eldest Bridgerton and couldn't deny that you had fallen in love almost immediately.

After your marriage, your family returned to their home country, so you were completely in the care of the Bridgerton family.

You and Anthony moved into Aubrey Hall for two weeks to celebrate your honeymoon. Although there wasn't any intimacy between you, Anthony convinced you not to be parents so soon, as he wanted to enjoy life with you first. This seemed understandable and a bit romantic to you, so your stay there was limited to eating together in the garden, playing games in the afternoon, and telling stories at night before bed.

You had no idea what was coming.

After two weeks, you returned to the Bridgerton mansion, where everyone welcomed you with joy. Anthony returned to his duties as a viscount, and you began learning your duties as a viscountess with Violet as your tutor.

The first month was a real start. Anthony started going out in the middle of the night, and this began to repeat itself every night. Although he always gave you excuses about going out with his siblings, friends, and associates, you slowly realized he was lying to you.

In the second month, your suspicions were confirmed. Anthony started coming home a little drunk and smelling of another woman's perfume, and he didn't even care about washing up before getting into your bed.

In the third month, you started to care more about him. You brought him drinks to cool him down in the heat, became more affectionate with him, and even made small advances, perhaps getting him to give up his lover. However, Anthony barely noticed.

In the fourth month, Anthony began to act indifferent toward you. Every time you tried to make a fuss with him, he would get angry, and this would lead to arguments. Although you tried to keep up appearances with his family, it didn't work; within a few days, you noticed things between you weren't going well at all.

In the fifth month, you finally accepted what was already quite obvious: Anthony Bridgerton no longer loved you, or probably never had, which was contradictory when you remembered how he treated you when he was courting you. In high society, you were a loving and steady couple. You always walked arm in arm with Anthony, dancing most of the dances together. But once you arrived at the mansion and the doors closed, you both went in the opposite direction.

By the sixth month, you couldn't stand it anymore. Every night, he came home drunk, smelling of another woman's perfume, which he often mentioned in whispers while sleeping next to you. Sienna.

After a few days, you decided to sneak into the next room after all the servants had gone to sleep so they wouldn't gossip.

At first, you thought Anthony would say something, ask why you weren't sleeping with him anymore, but he didn't even notice.

In the seventh month, your spirits plummeted, and your red, swollen eyes began to show. Despite your maid's best efforts to hide them, using creams, ointments, and the like, everyone in the mansion could see them except for Anthony.

Although you tried to deceive your family by telling them you were missing yours, no one believed it, though they accepted the excuse and didn't ask any more questions.

In the eighth month, you began to keep yourself busy throughout the day. You didn't want to think about the failure of your marriage, so you asked Violet to involve you in as many activities as she could. Although it was stressful to keep up with so many things at once, fortunately, it worked.

In the ninth month, you began to distract yourself with things you liked, and then you discovered that one of Anthony's younger brothers and you shared interests, including painting.

One day, while looking for Violet, who had assigned you a task, you accidentally wandered into Benedict's study. Even though you had been living with them for a while, you could still get lost in that big mansion.

When you grabbed the handle and opened the door, you were amazed to see all the materials and many of the paintings that were already finished and others still unfinished, perfectly placed throughout the room. You began to look at each of the paintings; there were several of the Bridgerton mother, others of the younger siblings, and paintings of some random objects.

When you reached the end of the room, there was one in particular that caught your attention. It wasn't finished yet, but it wouldn't be long before it was. It was you, sitting in the mansion's gardens, wearing a beautiful sky-blue dress, a cup of tea in your hand, and a big smile that would make anyone feel happy. You couldn't stop looking at it and appreciating every detail.

"I was thinking of giving it to you as a birthday present," a voice spoke behind you. When you turned around, you could see Benedict.

"Wow, Benedict is very beautiful," you said, turning back to the portrait.

"But I'm afraid the surprise is ruined," he said in a joking tone, which made you laugh, and consequently, him too.

"I can pretend I haven't seen it and be surprised when it's finished," you said, looking at him with a big smile.

"You'll have it when it's ready, then."

From then on, they began to have painting assignments; the two of them would learn from each other; sometimes one would be the model and the other the painter. They quickly began to realize that many of their interests were very similar.

By the ninth month, they could spend hours discussing a book. Whatever the genre, whether horror, romance, science, or history, they enjoyed spending time together.

Benedict began to ask you to dance at one of the dances when they went to social events. Fortunately, no one thought it strange that two brothers-in-law, a man and a woman, would get along, so fortunately, there was no gossip. Although someone did begin to notice.

In the tenth month, the flirtatious glances and laughter during meals or anywhere else didn't go unnoticed by Violet, who didn't hesitate to act immediately.

She went to her eldest son's office, knocked on the door, and after hearing his response, entered.

"What's wrong, Mother?" Anthony asked.

"It's nothing serious. I just want to talk to you, if you're not too busy," she said, testing the waters.

"Of course not." Violet nodded and waited a few seconds before speaking again.

"How are things with your wife?" she asked bluntly. Anthony looked at her with a frown.

"Everything's fine... perfectly fine," Anthony hesitated in his answer. "Why, did she say something to you?" he asked.

Violet, not wanting to cause fights between her children, denied it, realizing that her eldest son didn't notice the interactions between his wife and his younger brother. Although she really couldn't blame either of them, least of all you. It was Anthony who started ruining everything, and Benedict was there to comfort you.

"I've just noticed you've been distancing yourself lately, and you're going out at night, so I thought something was wrong," she replied.

Anthony gulped. "No, Mom, everything's fine between us," Anthony replied. Violet then left her son's study, fearing that by the time he realized it, it would be too late.

By the eleventh month, you were spending more time with Benedict than with your husband; either in the library, in his painting studio, or one of the mansion's rooms, but you were always together. Violet then decided to talk to her other son.

"Benedict, I need us to talk," she said, entering his room one night.

Benedict, a little worried by his mother's tone, nodded. "What's going on, Mom? Is everything okay?" He asked. Violet nodded.

"What's going on between you and Anthony's wife?" She asked directly. Benedict remained silent for a few seconds, a little confused. "Nothing's happening, Mom. Why are you asking me that?"

"Anthony not noticing probably makes him a fool, but we do." Benedict still had a bit of confusion on his face. "Good heavens, Benedict, the looks on her face at mealtime, she looks more like your wife than Anthony's." Benedict remained silent.

"We're just friends, Mother. I know very well she's Anthony's wife," Benedict replied, his voice fading away.

"I don't want any of the three of us to get hurt anymore," she replied. "Although your brother has been behaving like anything but a gentleman with his wife." Benedict nodded.

"She doesn't have anyone here, Mom, and her husband is behaving badly toward her. I just want her to feel like she's not alone," Benedict said.

Violet left Benedict's room. She knew her children so well that she knew Benedict was already in love, and she feared you might be too, even though you had denied it in your conversations.

"Darling, is everything okay?" he asked a few days ago. You were reading in the living room.

"Yes, Violet, everything is fine. Why are you asking?"

"I've noticed you've been spending time with Benedict, though more than Anthony, your husband," she emphasized.

"Well, Anthony spends all day working, and at night he's too tired to do anything together... And Benedict and I discovered we had very similar interests, so we like to discuss them, like friends," you clarified. Violet waited a few more seconds before answering.

"My dear..." she said as she approached you. "I also notice his going out at night, his indifference toward you," she sighed before continuing. "I don't know what I did wrong for him to be treating you this way." Tears began to well up in your eyes. "I don't want any of the three of you to get hurt, I don't want you to suffer anymore either... But I know that sometimes love can be found anywhere..."

For a few days, you tried to avoid Benedict, but it was impossible; his company was charming. During the twelfth month, Anthony couldn't stop thinking about what his mother had told him. He began to miss the details you used to share with him. He began to notice details about you he'd never seen before. You liked to wear your hair down, only putting it up for special occasions. Before laughing, you tried to hold it in as long as you could, only to burst out laughing. Your favorite dessert was berry tarts, and you often ate more than one slice. He also noticed how close you were to all his siblings; it was as if you had a schedule with each one. You played chess with Gregory and Hyacinth, played piano with Francesca, spent time reading with Eloise, and chatted with Colin about the world and the countries you'd visited. But he also noticed that you spent much more time with Benedict. He noticed how you could hold long conversations without getting bored. He then began to notice the looks you shared at meals, at dances... But he thought he was simply exaggerating the amount of time you spent together. You were in one of the drawing rooms, making some notes on a small piece of paper. You would soon be giving a ball like your first time as Lady Bridgerton. You noticed someone looking at you. When you turned around, you saw Anthony.

"My lord, good evening. May I offer you something?" You asked. Anthony took a few seconds to answer.

"Yes..." he hesitated. "Tomorrow I'll be hunting. I was wondering if you'd like to go with me."

"Oh... I apologize, my lord, but I have a busy day tomorrow." Anthony nodded. "I thank you very much for your invitation, but I regret that it will have to be another day." Anthony nodded with a small, not-so-noticeable smile and left the drawing room.

Later, when everyone was supposed to be in their rooms, Anthony heard murmurs in one of the corridors. He left his study to find out who it was and to scold them in case it was a servant. As he approached, the conversation became clearer.

"An art gallery?" You asked, quite excited.

"Yes," Benedict replied, just as excited as you. "Do you want to come with me?" I asked then.

"When is it?"

"Tomorrow," you nodded quickly.

"Yes, I'd like to go, Ben, but Anthony will be hunting, and if they see us alone, they might start gossiping."

"We could tell my mom and Eloise to come with us," you nodded.

"You can take care of that, though," you said, laughing.

Anthony returned to his office. Since when did you call Benedict Ben? Since when were you so close and making plans together? A feeling of anger and something else he didn't know what it was, built up in his chest.

Sienna was sitting on top of him, his shirt half unbuttoned, his hair messy, and Sienna's hands all over his chest. She noticed Anthony's temper that night.

"What's wrong, darling? Did your wife make you angry again?" she asked in a flirtatious tone, leaning closer to Anthony. But he only hardened his features. "Get off me," he ordered.

"Excuse me, I didn't say it to upset you... But I can help you relax." Anthony then pushed her slightly so she fell onto the cot. He then stood up and began arranging his clothes.

"Are you going to leave because of that?" Sienna asked, but Anthony didn't respond and continued arranging his clothes. When he finished, he grabbed his hat and left that house, to which he hoped never to return. He grabbed his horse and rode as fast as he could.

When he got to the mansion, he ran to the second level, always trying not to make too much noise. Before entering the room, he went to change his clothes. When he entered, he noticed you weren't there. He started to notice that there was still some light in the next room. He knocked softly. After a few seconds, the door opened.

"My lord, is everything okay?" You asked, seeing him at the door of your room.

"Can we talk?" You nodded, stepping aside for him to enter the room.

You noticed how he looked at every single thing in it, as if he wanted to remember every detail forever. His gaze finally fell on your portrait, which hung over the fireplace in front of your bed. He studied it for a few seconds.

"Who made it?" he asked.

"Ben gave it to me—" You interrupted yourself. "Benedict," you clarified, "gave it to me for my birthday." Anthony nodded, smiling.

Silence reigned in the room as Anthony continued to look at everything in your room. It was once a guest room, but now it had your scent everywhere, every corner screaming your name.

"I want to start a family," he said suddenly. It took you by surprise, but you quickly responded.

"Sure, we could agree on the days we'll be together like this—" Anthony interrupted you.

"No... I mean, start a real family, like my parents', who loved each other their whole lives," he paused. "I... I love you.

It took Anthony Bridgerton twelve months to know that I loved you.

"I know things between us haven't been good at all, I know I lied to you... But I truly love you." You didn't know how to respond; your mouth moved up and down, but no syllables came out. "I was afraid," Anthony spoke again. "I know I'm saying the opposite of my actions... But I was afraid... The way my mother suffered after Father died... I didn't want that to happen to me or you..."

"I'm afraid it's too late, my lord."

"What...?" "What are you talking about?" You stepped back a little and turned, your back on him.

"I'm afraid my heart already belongs to someone else." Your voice broke as you spoke.

"Benedict..." he whispered.

"I... I'm so sorry... I didn't even realize when it happened... I would have stopped him."

Anthony didn't respond. Instead, you felt him walk toward you. He took your arm and turned you around, your gaze fixed on the floor. Anthony placed his hand on your chin. You resisted a little, sensing that he wanted you to see him. In the end, you gave in.

"Did something else happen?" he asked. You shook your head.

"Nothing," he nodded.

"I know I've ruined everything, but..." He paused briefly. "Can I make you fall in love again, make a family, our family?" he asked.

"I think so... I mean, you're my husband. I could never be with Benedict." You paused. "Besides, this should never have happened... we shouldn't have gotten to this point..." you said. A little upset with yourself. "We can try," Anthony nodded.

Benedict, who was about to return a book you'd lent him, overheard the entire conversation. You were right, it never should have gotten to this point. He was going to walk away, he had to.

Anthony would never blame Benedict, nor would he blame you. He'd blame himself. He was the first to betray his family, betray you, betray your trust.

Helloooo, here is the second part, I hope you like it and enjoy it, I hope it lives up to what you imagined the second part to be. Thanks for the support for the first part. 💗 Ignore the title so simple lol.

Wonderful wife

Or Badge part 2

— Sumary: You and Steve are married and work for the same company, but your employees don't know. One day you mix up your badges and have to return them before anyone notices.

— Warnings: Fluff, no use of Y/n, some dirty talk (I think that's all)

A/n: English is not my native language, sorry if something is written wrong, I hope everything can be understood. :)

From that day on, Steve and you, or rather, Steve, began to be more careless in his treatment of you. He began to leave coffee or candy on your desk "without any of his employees noticing," then he began to call you to his office, many more times than normal, being a boss and his employee. So rumors and gossip began in the office. However, what alerted your coworkers was the day you arrived together.

Jackie was getting out of a taxi, when she saw Steve's car; at the same time she saw someone else sitting in the passenger seat, and the surprise was seeing you get out of his car and say goodbye with a big smile. Steve left you at the door, while he went down to the basement to park his car, Jackie ran to the building, and began to tell everyone that you were Mr. Harrington's lover, and that she would look for his wife to tell her.

The other employees simply didn't believe her, and called her a liar, responding with laughter, others thought that Steve probably saw you walking to work and gave you a ride. Her friends, on the other hand, believed her completely, and started a "revolution" against you.

Two days ago, they played a "prank" on you, Jackie came to your desk, and handed you an envelope, telling you that it was for you, and that it had been given to her by a woman outside the building, this seemed strange to you, you simply left it somewhere on your desk. At lunch time, most of the office was empty, so, you opened the envelope, you couldn't deny that you were curious to know what it was, inside there was a letter folded in half.

"What's that?" Someone asked behind you, after turning to look, you knew it was Edward, or Eddie, as he asked you to call him. He was your best friend, he was the first person to talk to you on your first day at work, he was a couple years older than you, but he really did seem like a kid.

You shrugged. "I don't know, Jackie gave it to me and said a woman gave it to her at the entrance." Eddie snatched it from your hands and started reading it and then started laughing. "What does it say?" You asked, Eddie handed it back. The letter said something like this.

"Honey, I know you're dating my husband, Steve, your boss. (The word was highlighted) Steve doesn't know that I already know he has a mistress, and I order you to stay away from him. You don't want to meet me, there's a reason I haven't shown up at the company." You laughed and Eddie started laughing again.

"It looks like it was written by a teenager" You said, still laughing after a few seconds.

"I know" Eddie replied. You took the letter, tore it up and threw it in the trash.

Nothing happened all afternoon, however the worst started the next day, from the moment you arrived at the office, the eyes were on you, the whispers between the employees, even some insults.

"God, what did you do to the whole office that everyone looks at you as if they wanted to kill you." Eddie said, arriving at his post.

"I don't know, since I arrived they started looking at me like that."

"I heard that Mr. Harrington's wife showed up and sent you a message."

"Do you really think it's her?" You asked incredulously. Eddie laughed.

"No, Mr. Harrington wouldn't marry a woman who behaves like a teenager." Eddie paused. "Besides, I think the mysterious Mrs. Harrington is you" he said, pointing at you.

"Me? Why would you believe that, Edward?" You said, letting out a laugh.

"Mmm I don't know, my intuition tells me so." He said with a smile, as he turned to his desk.

During the day, the dirty looks and whispers started to be just annoying. But they didn't bother you, you knew it wasn't true, you weren't anyone's lover and Steve wasn't unfaithful either... Or was he? You couldn't help those thoughts from coming to your mind, due to everything that was happening, but you had known Steve for a long time, you knew that in his adolescence he was nicknamed "King Steve" for his charm with girls, but you also witnessed his change, so, you shouldn't worry about anything.

During lunch, you and Eddie had lunch again in the office, while talking about your adolescence and how "idiots" you were according to Eddie's words. He told you how in his adolescence he was the "geek" and outcast of the town, just for liking metal and the Dungeons and Dragons board game, which seemed like illogical reasons to you.

"I always wanted to learn how to play D&D, but like you already said my parents thought it was satanic" You commented laughing.

"I know, 'the game that's killing children'" He said, quoting that magazine that was published so long ago, widening his eyes and raising his voice, making it more exaggerated. Both of you started laughing out loud.

Without realizing that someone was watching you, Steve.

He knew he shouldn't distrust you, but he also noticed that you spent a lot of time with Edward, and the way you spent time with him, or how he made you laugh, made him jealous.

Neither Eddie nor you heard the footsteps heading your way, as you were immersed in your laughter and conversation, so you both jumped when you heard the voice behind you.

"Miss Spencer" Steve said. Eddie and you turned to look at him. And you recognized his tone, as well as the expression he had on his face. A frown, a serious expression, a clenched jaw, clenched fists. He was jealous, you smiled.

"Mr. Harrington" You and Eddie greeted Steve at the same time.

"Miss Spencer, after lunch, I need you to be in my office, I have to consult you about some things." You nodded.

"Sure, I'll be there." Steve nodded and went back to his office, although he stayed a few meters before, to continue watching what you were doing.

Finally, lunch time ended, you went to the bathroom to make sure you didn't have a trace of food between your teeth or any part of your mouth. After that, you headed to Steve's office, knocked on the door and after hearing a "come in" you walked in. You smiled as you saw Steve concentrating, frowning, you walked over to him and got behind his chair to see what he was writing. From what you could see, he was responding to a client; when he finished, he put it in the envelope and then stood up from the chair.

"Sit down" He said pointing at the chair in front of his desk, you frowned. Once you did he kept talking. "Why didn't you tell me?"

You looked at him confused. "Steve, what are you talking about?" He sighed.

"What I was saying about you... Last time we said we would tell each other everything" You sighed and nodded.

"I thought it wouldn't be important, plus I didn't want to distract you with office gossip, which I can handle, and which we both know isn't true." You paused. "Right?" You asked. Hearing that, Steve relaxed his face, and both of you were surprised, your voice had sounded a little higher in the last question.

"Oh dear, you know I would never do that to you, you are my wife, and I would do nothing to hurt you." He said approaching you with a smile, you smiled too, as you got up from the chair and Steve kissed you.

"A while ago, I saw you very happy with Edward" He said while he was very close to you. You laughed.

"Oh, Eddie is just my-" Steve interrupted you.

"Eddie?" He asked.

"Are you jealous?" You laughed denying. "Eddie is his nickname, everyone in the office calls him that, at his request." You said, Steve nodded.

Steve's arms were on your waist, or maybe a little lower, yours were playing with his jacket and tie, Steve kissed you again, after a few seconds, the kiss began to get a little more and more intense, and he began to push you towards his desk, your butt hit his desk, with one of his hands he separated your legs, so he could place himself between them. This was getting more intense, they had to stop.

"Steve, no... We can't do... This here" You said between kisses, but Steve didn't seem to stop. "Steve" you whispered again.

"Why not?" Steve began to tell you without moving away from you. "Why can't they find out... That you're my wife?" Steve's voice was already agitated, both of your chests were rising and falling, and you could feel how hard he was starting to get.

You laughed. "We can do it at home, there you'll hear me scream all you want" You said with a mischievous smile, playing with his tie.

"Are you really going to leave me waiting until we get home?" He said before closing the space between you again with a kiss and a smile.

At the same time the door opened. "Mr. Harrington, here's your-" The voice was interrupted after hearing something fall to the floor.

Steve and you didn't even separate, more than your faces, you saw the person who was standing at the door, completely surprised, it was Jackie, then you looked at the floor, where there was a large brown stain, on the white carpet, and who was also Steve's favorite, once again you turned to see Jackie, who didn't come out of her "trance"

"Oh no" You whispered when you saw Steve's face.

"Miss Thompson!" Steve shouted.

"Mr. Harrington, excuse me, I came in and saw you with-"

Steve interrupted her. "You didn't see anything! How many times have I told you to knock before entering?" He said, quite annoyed, the employees were already starting to look out to see what had happened. You quickly left the office to look for the people in charge of cleaning.

Steve never yelled at his employees, only when they REALLY didn't obey some rule, can you imagine being in an important meeting, and his employees just walk in like that? That would give him a bad impression, that he has no respect or authority. Besides, he wasn't even mad because he hadn't knocked on the door, or because you and he had been interrupted, (well, maybe about that, yes a little), but he was more upset about his carpet, because it had been a gift from his grandfather to him, when he was a child, his grandfather passed away a few days after giving him that gift.

The cleaners arrived as quickly as they could and put some towels on the carpet to see if they still absorbed some, but the drink was already absorbed by the carpet. Everyone knew how important and precious that carpet was to Steve.

Steve simply watched as they picked up the carpet and carried it out of the office, Jackie was crying somewhere, being comforted by one of her friends, while you watched Steve, tears starting to appear in his eyes, you wanted to go comfort him and hug him, but you knew it wasn't wise at the moment, so with a look you promised to come back later.

Steve ordered everyone to return to their work stations. Your feelings were also present, you knew how important the carpet was to your husband, although for any employee it could be just any carpet, but for him, it was the last memory he had of his grandfather, who had been like his father.

You returned to your desk to try to work, but you couldn't because you didn't know how your husband was.

"Hey, what happened?" Eddie asked in a whisper. It really made you laugh. You told him what happened, and he really made you laugh with the expressions he made.

"Do you think I'll fire her?" Eddie asked.

"I don't know, we know that rug is important to Ste- Mr. Harrington." You said with a nervous laugh, praying that Eddie wouldn't notice how you called your boss. Eddie nodded, looking at you with his eyes half closed. You knew that Eddie already suspected something.

Finally half an hour before the end of the work day, you got up from your desk with the excuse that you and your boss hadn't finished talking.

When you entered you saw him sitting at his desk, his gaze lost somewhere in the office, you left your things on the desk and quickly went to hug him, you even questioned in your mind his condition because of the carpet, but you also knew that his childhood and adolescence had not been the best, having two parents who traveled every week, he practically lived alone, and it was his grandparents who took care of him. You heard him start to sob again.

"Oh love..." You hugged him tighter. "I promise I will do everything to get the carpet back safe and sound" He nodded, he looked like a child who had been robbed by a lollipop

Both Steve and you knew that your relationship would already be exposed, today in the office. So you weren't even going to worry about hiding it, you put on your engagement ring and your wedding ring, a wine red suit that perfectly matched Steve's tie and his blue suit.

You entered together, hand in hand, which brought many surprised faces and a few whispers. Steve stood in the middle of the office.

"Today, my beloved wife," he said, pointing at you, "will begin her duties as Director of Operations. Her office, as you know, is next to mine. She will be in charge of authorizing each project for each client, and believe me, she is a bit demanding," he said, laughing. You laughed as you patted him on the shoulder.

"The time I've seen you work with me, believe me, I've seen how good you are. I've seen your evolution and how you've improved in this time. I want you to know that our treatment or behavior will not change," you said with a smile. In the back of the crowd, you could see the distraught faces of Jackie and her friends.

"Jackie, please come to my office," Steve said. "I'll see you later," Steve said with a smile.

You headed toward your desk, with a smile that grew bigger as you looked at Eddie.

"The mysterious Mrs. Harrington, huh?" He said laughing, you laughed too.

"You know you'll always be my best friend right?"

"Don't change the subject, you told me he's crazy, and I ended up being right."

"Well, no one could find out, Eddie." Eddie smiled.

"I'm glad it's you, and not some woman with a teenage complex." You laughed as you finished packing your things into a box.

"Do you want to see my new office?" You asked with a smile. He took the box in response.

"I'll help you carry it." You laughed.

When they arrived you saw Jackie leave Steve's office, followed by Steve, the girl only gave you an annoyed look, you glanced at Eddie to see if he had seen the same thing as you, once she disappeared from his field of vision, both of you laughed.

"I think someone got up in a bad mood today" Eddie said laughing.

"Probably." You played along.

Both of you walked through the door, Steve looked down. The office was quite similar to Steve's, a large window in front of the door, white walls, and a glass door.

Eddie left the box on the desk as he went to see the view, which was very good, you had the view of the entire city.

"You definitely have the best view" He said, turning to look at you and Steve, who had already entered the office.

"No offense Mr. Harrington." The three of you laughed.

"Tell me Steve, Eddie." Steve said with a smile. He was now at your side, with his arm around your waist. Eddie nodded with a smile.

Eddie noticed that the moment between you was getting more intimate. "As much as I want to stay, I have work to do, so I have to go." He said laughing. You and Steve nodded, and Eddie left the office leaving you and Steve alone.

"So, how did it go?" You asked and Steve rolled his eyes.

"Well, she apologized, and then she begged, for me not to fire her, and then she blamed you for her firing and well, when I told her that it wasn't just because of what happened yesterday, it was her firing, you could say that she accepted it, and now I think she's in human resources." He shrugged.

You stayed silent looking at the city, Steve had his right arm on your waist, and you had your left arm on his. With your left arm on his, you were. His left arm took your chin and with a smile he gave you a short kiss.

"I love you" He said, still with faces centimeters away from each other.

"I love you too" You replied with a smile.

Steve Harrington x fem reader

Part 2

— Summary: You and Steve are married and work for the same company, but your employees don't know. One day you mix up your badges and have to return them before anyone notices.

— Warnings: Fluff, no use of Y/n. (I think that's all)

A/n: English is not my native language, sorry if something is written wrong, I hope everything can be understood. :)

Steve was already a renowned magnate in the advertising industry, though as a young man, he hadn’t wanted to become a businessman because he didn’t want to follow in his father’s footsteps. In the end, you convinced him, and the two of you started from scratch, without anyone’s help. You were an “excellent and professional publicist, though underappreciated by the world,” in Steve’s words. Of course, you didn’t argue with the “excellent and professional” part. Steve was a skilled accountant and entrepreneur.

Now that the company had taken off and begun expanding, they needed more employees. Steve now “only” traveled regularly to close deals with new clients and monitor the effectiveness of each project, while you handled approving and designing projects for clients.

Among the employees, you were somewhat of a “legend” since none of them had ever met the famous and beautiful wife of Mr. Harrington. Many of the female employees secretly hoped they’d get a chance to replace you, should you ever step down. However, this anonymity worked to your advantage.

As the company expanded, so did employee issues. Steve received countless complaints of employees accusing each other of various things. To manage this, Steve decided the best solution was to have a “spy” in the office, and who better than his sweet and caring wife?

You started this role two years ago, giving Steve firsthand accounts of what was truly happening. However, this caused more finger-pointing among employees after Steve left, as everyone speculated about the identity of the spy. No one suspected you, of course. How could the “nerdy girl” have possibly gotten close to Mr. Harrington? That’s how they saw you “the nerdy girl” because you followed orders, knew your job, ACTUALLY worked, and did it well. You and Steve even arrived at the office in separate cars or, sometimes, you’d take the bus. He rarely addressed you directly unless it was about a project, keeping suspicions at bay.

Your morning routine was simple: you woke up early to make breakfast while Steve jogged around the neighborhood with Moka, the dog you had rescued from the roadside a year ago. Once he returned, Steve showered, donned his elegantly pressed suit (courtesy of you the night before), and was ready for breakfast with you at exactly the right time.

That morning was no different. Over breakfast, you discussed plans for Christmas, traveling to Nevada to celebrate, a simple yet beloved tradition for you both. After breakfast, Steve washed the dishes, got ready, grabbed his car keys and badge, and left with a warm kiss.

“See you after work,” he joked as he left.

“See you later,” you replied with a smile.

You finished getting ready, grabbed your car keys and badge, and headed out.

Once at the office, you headed straight to the restroom to check your subtle makeup and hairstyle. Satisfied, you grabbed your badge from your bag, hung it around your neck, and smiled lovingly at Steve’s photo until you realized something.

“Oh no! This is bad, very bad,” you muttered, quickly tucking the badge under your jacket as you heard voices entering the restroom. Two women greeted you, and you responded as casually as possible before leaving. You needed to inform Steve, but going to his office without an appointment would be suspicious. No one could see the CEO without prior arrangements, even you. Desperately, you hoped Steve would realize the mistake before anyone else did.

Steve was in his office, sifting through emails and responding to letters from those who weren’t tech-savvy. After skipping lunch, he decided to do his usual “rounds,” checking in with employees about their tasks and progress while offering motivation.

Grabbing his badge, he tucked it under his jacket, laughing when he saw your picture on it. He set out for the employee lounge but was surprised to see an odd scene: Jackie, the blonde cafeteria attendant, was shouting at someone, you. Steve’s anger flared but subsided when he noticed you trying to suppress your laughter.

“What’s going on here?” he asked, startling Jackie, who immediately switched to a simpering tone.

“Oh, Mr. Harrington! It’s just that Ms.—”

“Spencer,” you interjected curtly, still stifling laughter.

“Yes, Spencer,” she sneered. “She’s violating the dress code.”

Steve glanced at you, barely holding back his own laughter.

“I don’t see how she’s violating the dress code. Her attire is formal, which is my only requirement. What’s the issue?”

“The badge! She’s wearing it inside her jacket instead of outside,” Jackie replied condescendingly.

“I don’t recall making that a rule. Mine’s under my jacket too.” Steve gestured to his badge. “Also, why are you monitoring employee attire? Are you in charge of enforcing the dress code, Ms. Johnson?”

Flustered, Jackie quickly apologized, “I work in the cafeteria. I’m sorry, Mr. Harrington.”

Steve nodded. “Ms. Spencer, please come to my office. I need to consult you on something.”

Suppressing a laugh, you nodded and followed him. Once inside with the door closed, the two of you burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“Why are you laughing?” Steve asked, grinning.

“I don’t know! But remind me never to leave my badge near yours,” you replied, still laughing.

“Why not? I need to shout to the world that you’re my gorgeous wife,” he teased, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“That would ruin my cover.”

Steve shrugged. “We already know Jackie causes most of the problems. I could just fire her.”

“I enjoy my job. Let me be a happy office worker before I become a boring COO.”

“You think I’m boring?” Steve feigned offense.

“I don’t like sitting around answering emails,” you replied. Steve silenced your protests with a kiss.

“Besides,” you added, playing with his tie, “I need to see Jackie’s face when she finds out the ‘nerdy girl’ is the CEO’s wife.”

Steve chuckled. “You’re awful.” He hugged you tightly.

“I should get back to work,” you said after a while.

“Stay with me,” he pleaded.

“Just two more hours, then it’s movie night,” you reminded him with a smile.

Reluctantly, Steve let you go, kissing your forehead before you left. At the door, you swapped badges, ensuring each of you had the correct one. Before you walked out, Steve pulled you in for one last kiss.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” you replied with a beaming smile, leaving the office with a spring in your step. Unbeknownst to you, Steve had the same lovestruck smile as he watched you leave.

I saw this in a kdrama and got this idea, hope you like it. I would also like you to give advice or recommendations. I hope it's not too long or boring. I would appreciate your comments. 💗

Anthony Bridgerton x fem reader.

— Summary: Anthony and you have similar stories, and maybe that's why you connected so quickly, some will say it was the circumstances, despite not romantically seeing each other, little by little that will change. Without you realizing it, a love story begins to weave between you, very slowly.

— Warnings: Angst, mention of Death, death, Little fluff, no use of Y/n. (I think that's all)

A/n: English is not my native language, sorry if something is written wrong, I hope everything can be understood. :)

As Viscount of the Bridgerton family, Anthony was forced to attend all the balls this season accompanying his younger sisters, Eloise and Francesca. This gave rise to his mother, Lady Bridgerton, in addition to finding husbands for her daughters and introducing him to several of the debutante girls that seemed suitable for her son. Since they were children, Violet expressed to her children her wishes for them to marry for love, not for the benefit of one or the other, like her and Edmund; however, that illusion for Anthony had ended since his father died and he was left as Viscount and head of the family, he saw how his mother suffered for the loss of his father.

At the beginning of the season, Anthony had warned his mother that he would marry this season, a woman who is nice, who is good company, he would have his children, he would continue with the Bridgerton line of succession, and that perhaps over time he would fall in love with her. Violet tried to convince her son to get that idea out of his head and take the time to meet the girl he would spend the rest of his life with, however, her son ended the conversation by refusing what his mother was asking of him. But Violet would not give up so quickly, she would give her son his space, of course, but she would continue to introduce him to some other girl, Anthony was aware of that, but he hoped his mother would not insist so much this time. After dealing with Eloise a bit, the Bridgerton family, except for the younger siblings, headed to Lady Danbury's Season Opening Ball.

As they walked towards the entrance, Francesca was on Anthony's arm, Eloise was on Benedict's, and Violet was on Colin's. Violet advised her two daughters, as well as reprimanded the jokes her sons made, once at the entrance, all eyes turned to them, all the girls, went to the three Bridgerton brothers, quickly greeted them, and extended their dance cards towards them, and how could they not? The Bridgertons were one of the most respected families the girls who managed to win the hearts of these brothers would be the luckiest, and how not to mention how handsome the three of them were. Once settled in the living room, Violet was talking to the boys who asked her daughters for a dance, while Eloise moved the boys away, Francesca who was a little shy had agreed to dance with two boys, although she had not been attracted to any of them. Violet didn't want to pressure any of her daughters, or sons, she had done it with Daphne and even though Daphne was now happy with the Duke of Hastings, the road was a little hard, she didn't want to make the same mistake with her other children.

Anthony who had managed to avoid his mother a little, was now trying to continue the conversation with a girl, he didn't even know what she was talking about, so he simply nodded or smiled with her from time to time, the only thing he knew was that he would kill his brothers when he returned home, they had gotten him into this, out of the corner of his eye he could see them approaching him, notoriously mocking him, once close Benedict spoke.

"Brother, miss" He greeted. "I'm very sorry to interrupt your conversation, however, our mother needs our older brother," Benedict said to both of them, especially to the girl.

"Oh, I'm so sorry miss-" he didn't even remember her name "But I must go, as you heard my brother, my mother needs me." The girl nodded with a smile that Anthony returned, once he turned around the smile disappeared.

“Thank you for saving me, but I will kill you both once we get home,” Anthony said to his younger brothers who continued to make fun of him. Once reunited with their mother again, he heard Eloise insisting their mother go home, arguing that Francesca must be very tired after dancing with the two boys.

“We will leave until you dance with someone,” Violet said, to which Eloise responded with a shocked face, her older brothers began to make jokes to Eloise, about Violet's response, Violet simply shook her head and repeated to herself what she would do with her children. “This goes for you too Anthony” Violet said, Anthony quickly turned to see his mother, with a shocked face.

“But I have already danced with a mother… It was not pleasant but I have done it.” Violet shook her head. “You must excuse me Anthony, but I have not been able to see you.” His younger brothers made fun of him, he was going to kill them when he got home.

“My dear, your father told me that they have not yet met the Bridgertons, one of the best families in London” You shook your head a little tired. “I promise I will leave you alone for the rest of the evening, once you meet them.” You smiled and took Lady Danbury's arm to walk with her, your father walked behind you. After going around the great hall, you approached a family, you saw the three gentlemen who whispered something to each other and tried to run away.

“Stop gentlemen,” Lady Danbury said raising her cane. “I have seen you, do you not think it is disrespectful not to greet your hostess?” The three gentlemen turned back to you.

“Lady Danbury!” They all said at the same time, which made you laugh a little, with your right hand you covered your mouth so that your laughter could not be heard, however, one of them noticed it.

“Lord Bridgerton, Lady Bridgerton, let me introduce you to Mr. Rothschild and his daughter Miss Rothschild.” Your father, like you, made a small bow towards them.

“It is a pleasure to meet you.” Lady Bridgerton said, your father nodded. “What brings you here, to visit London?” You asked. Both your father and you exchanged a glance.

“Well, Lady Danbury invited us to this grand event, and coming from her, we definitely couldn’t miss it.” Your father replied with a smile. A small laugh came out of your mouth, earning a glare from the Viscount again.

“I apologize for my manners.” You said. The reality is that they came to find suitors for you, after having scared away almost all of your suitors in Switzerland, there were very few left who were still interested in you.

“Don’t worry, my dear, but please allow me to introduce you to my three eldest sons.” Violet said. “My eldest son, Lord Bridgerton, Anthony.” He bowed slightly to you. “My second son, Benedict, my third son, Colin, my youngest daughters, Eloise and Francesca.” Anthony’s action was repeated with the younger siblings, a small bow to you.

“It's a pleasure to meet you all,” you said, the others nodded. Then they went into a wide conversation about suitors of all kinds, advice that Violet, Agatha, and your father gave to all of you, to find your perfect partner. Although from all that, the jokes of the Bridgerton brothers stood out, as well as your attempts to keep the three brothers away from you.

“This is not a place for a lady to be alone,” a voice spoke behind you.

“Lord Bridgerton,” you said while making a small bow. “Oh don't worry about that, my father is nearby,” you pointed behind you, Anthony turned to look in that direction, and once he located your father he greeted him.

“Have you enjoyed the evening?” he asked.

“Of course, it was an excellent evening… although I would have preferred that Lady Danbury not introduce me to every man in front of her.” You said with a smile, Anthony smiled too.

“Well, I think we have the same problem, my mother also introduces me to every young man that seems right for me.” You smiled. Both of you fell silent.

“Why doesn’t she want to get married?” You asked. There was a short silence.

“My mother always told my brothers and me to marry someone for true love…” He was silent for a few seconds. “But when my father died, I could see how she suffered with his death, she lost the love of her life… So I just want to get along with my future wife, have a cordial relationship, one that deserves to be called Lady Bridgerton.” Anthony was surprised by how honest he was with you, since his father’s death he had never shared how he felt with anyone.

“I understand… my mother died when I was very young, and everything I remember about her is starting to disappear, my father has been my everything… but I have always noticed the sadness he carries with him since my mother passed away.” You turned to look at Anthony, who was listening attentively. Another silence arose again.

“And why don’t you want to get married? I noticed your attempts to keep me and my brothers away,” Anthony asked, you laughed, and he smiled at you.

“Well, the same thing happens to me as to you, I have seen since I was a child the suffering of my father at the loss of my mother, so I have never been a fan of marriage, I have driven away all my suitors in Switzerland…” You smiled. “However, I must get married.” Anthony noticed the change in your mood.

“I suppose your father wants his daughter to have a good life.” He said to comfort you.

“Of course… but the interest of my suitors is different… it is for a fortune.” You said.

“The dowry?” He asked incredulously. You laughed.

“As you know, I am his only daughter, so my father a few years ago made an arrangement in which when he dies I can inherit all his assets… he does not want any relative to take it, most are gamblers… but to access the inheritance I must be married, so most of my suitors go after that inheritance.” Anthony looked at you surprised, he had never heard of a father doing something like that, and less with a daughter specifically. You noticed the surprise on his face. “I guess you’re wondering how my father managed it.” He nodded. “He got his most influential friends to vote in his favor, promising them that I would marry one of his children… however, I have managed to displease them, but unfortunately for me, they are still after that inheritance, so they won’t leave me alone.” You both laughed. A pleasant silence arose again.

“My dear, we must return… Lady Danbury must be looking for us,” your father said behind you, both of you turned to see him. “Lord Bridgerton,” he greeted Anthony.

“Mr. Rothschild,” Anthony greeted. “If you allow me, I can accompany your daughter to the hall.” Your father nodded. “Miss Rothschild,” Anthony said, offering you his arm. You nodded and took his arm, beginning the short walk. Your father walked behind you, leaving a small distance.

“I have an idea.” Anthony spoke, breaking the silence, you turned to look at him. “Lady Danbury and my mother want the same thing, that you and I have at least one dance tonight.” You nodded. “Why don’t we give them what they want?” he asked.

“Do you want us to have a dance together?” You asked, he nodded. A part of you wanted to reject the offer, Mr. Bridgerton was a stranger, however, you had talked to him more than you had talked to another man in a long time. “It will only be one dance, right?” You told him with a smile. Before entering the room Anthony asked your father if he could have a dance with you. He happily accepted, and you smiled at his happy face.

The doors of that room opened, and all eyes turned to you. Including those of the Bridgerton family and Lady Danbury. Anthony led you to the center of the dance floor, while your father met with the Bridgerton family. The musicians began to play the waltz, this was one of the most intimate dances of the night. You and Anthony began to spin around the dance floor, everyone's eyes fixed on you. Neither of you said anything, your bodies moved in sync with the music. Once the dance was over, everyone present applauded, Anthony gave you his arm to walk next to him, and as you approached his family and your father, you could notice the big smile on his lips, you couldn't help but smile too.

“This will appear on Whistledown tomorrow.” Eloise spoke, followed by a scolding from her mother.

“Whistledown?” You asked.

“Don't worry darling, it's nothing,” Violet answered with a smile.

As expected, the next day, Lady Danbury's hall was full of suitors who came to court you, some brought flowers and others very pretty jewelry. However, you only expected to see one, Lord Anthony Bridgerton. However, he didn't come, and you didn't feel attracted to him, however, his company the night of the ball was charming, and he gave you a confidence that you hadn't felt with anyone else. You wanted him to be your friend and if you could choose him as your future husband, he would be your first choice, however, five days had already passed since the ball, and there were two days left until your father and you left for Switzerland again, every day you waited for Anthony to arrive, however, you never saw him in any of the long lines you saw since the beginning of the day. And no man caught your attention enough either, but you knew that at this point you could no longer choose or wait to find the right one, your father had had a relapse with his illness two days before, so they had to advance his departure date, but you knew that Lady Danbury would not let you go but not before choosing your fiancé.

The last day of your stay in London had arrived, and after that day at the ball, you hadn't seen Anthony, you started to believe that maybe he was just an angel, an angel that your mother had sent to take away some of your sorrows, and you were grateful for it and you always will be, he was an angel in your life.

From the beginning of the day your father and Lady Danbury were giving you the names of the suitors that they had thought were right for you, you still had the option to choose him, however, the two of them were starting to get desperate, because you didn't choose any and your father started with the threats of choosing him himself.

“Come on dear, of all the suitors that came, none of them made you feel anything?” Lady Danbury asked in a flirtatious tone. You shook your head and sighed, you were about to choose Baron Larrey, he was French, came from a good family, and at least from what you could see he was sweet and kind, and he was young, there was not much age difference between you, but a voice interrupted your conversation.

“Lady Danbury, Lord Anthony Bridgerton, accompanied by his mother Lady Bridgerton.” The housekeeper announced, and two minutes later the two entered the room where you were.

“Lady Danbury, Mr. Rothschild, Miss Rothschild” They both greeted with a small smile followed by a small bow.

“Lord Bridgerton” You greeted with a smile on your face.

“Miss Rothschild.” Anthony greeted me with the same smile as you. “I wanted to invite you for a walk in the gardens.” Anthony said leaving a small pause. “If your father allows me of course, you can even accompany my mother.” He said now looking at your father and Lady Bridgerton.

Your father gladly agreed, however, he preferred to stay inside, because of his illness he couldn't get too excited, not even with a short walk, adding that winter was coming to London and the next day his return trip began, he had to save energy.

You took your cloak to begin the walk, both Lady Danbury and Lady Bridgerton walked behind you, leaving a convenient distance, so that you had a little privacy, but not without losing sight of them. Both Anthony and you were silent for most of the walk, you shared some other comment about the flowers, the trees, or some other bird that crossed your path, but both enjoyed the silence between you, there was peace, there was trust, there was brotherhood, there was complicity. A few meters before you reached the entrance of the home Anthony broke the silence.

"You and your father have something to do tomorrow, my mother and I would be honored to receive you in our house." Anthony said with a smile. A short silence fell, leaving the question hanging in the air.

“I'm afraid that won't be possible, Lord Bridgerton.” You answered, looking at the ground. “My father and I are returning to Switzerland tomorrow.” Anthony looked at you, strange and confused.

“I thought you would stay longer…” Was the only thing Anthony managed to say after a few minutes.

“Me too… however, my father's cancer is getting worse, and he prefers to return to Switzerland. It's a relatively long trip, and with his condition, it will probably take us a little longer to get there.” You rebelled at Anthony, and he remained silent. What could he say to comfort you? That everything was okay? That your father would get better? He only gave you a nod, saying that everything would be okay, although you both knew that he didn't have much time left.

Once inside the house, Lady Danbury extended her invitation to the Bridgertons to stay for dinner, which they gladly accepted. Both you and your father felt at home as if after so much time you belonged to a family, you wanted to enjoy the evening, the conversation, the jokes, but in your brain, there was a constant reminder that from tomorrow it would only be you and your father, and a while later it would only be you.

Three months had passed after you had arrived in London and had met part of the Bridgerton family, for a month your father could no longer leave his room, the cancer in his bones was taking him little by little, so you could increasingly perceive the loneliness throughout the house, there were many memories throughout the house with your father, but little by little they began to be overshadowed by the word death.

Anthony and you had exchanged a few letters during that time, you talked about your desires to meet again, however due to the state your father was in you did not want to travel, and Anthony's duties for his title of Viscount never ended, so he could not travel either, so that meeting only remained in wishes or at least that was what you thought.

Both Violet and Benedict noticed Anthony's desire to be your company at this moment, to be the shoulder you could cry on and tell him all your troubles, they understood that until now the affection you felt was "philia", it was because in a certain way, your stories were similar and connected. So Benedict began to prepare to replace Anthony during the three weeks that his visit to Switzerland would last. When you saw them enter the living room of your house, a big smile appeared on your face, you could even confess that you shed a few tears too; even your father went out a few hours a day to attend to his guests, things that you would always be grateful for. During the first week, you and Anthony spent the whole time talking about any subject, numbers, history, or grammar, and there he noticed how well your father educated you, he knew that you would be one of the best "Lady" that any family could have, from there he began to consider the idea that you would be the new Lady Bridgerton, you would put him on high.

The second week was halfway through when your father had a relapse once again, and since then he had not left the room again, once the doctor evaluated him again he gave you the news that your father had no more than one or two weeks to live, the news destroyed you, and then there was both Anthony and his mother to comfort you.

On the second day of the third week, your father called you to his room, when you entered you saw him much better than the other days, he had a big smile on his face and his skin was no longer pale like before. You talked with him for a few hours, something you two hadn't been able to do for a while now, one reason he didn't leave his room anymore was that he didn't want you to see him in that state. After a while he convinced you to take Anthony and his mother to see the surroundings of the mansion, you refused, excusing that it was already very late and it was about to get dark and you preferred to stay a little longer with him, however, he convinced you saying that he wanted to rest a little and telling you that you shouldn't be rude to his guests, despite whatever you were going through, reluctantly you accepted and left his room after he lay down on his bed again, entering the living room with a smile and extending your invitation to accompany you for a walk to your guests, they couldn't refuse. Again silence accompanied your walk, sometimes there were small comments from Anthony or Violet, brief explanations from you in certain places where you walked, some memory or anecdote. Just as you told your father, it was already starting to get dark when you arrived back at the mansion, the silence it hit you, after hearing the trees, the birds returning to their nests, even the air. One of the servants picked up your and Violet's cloak and Anthony's coat, as you walked inside you noticed that the silence was different from the one there had been the days before, you knew what it meant, Anthony and his mother knew it too, just like you now, they knew that silence perfectly. You started running towards the stairs to the second level, to get to your father's room, your heart began to beat a thousand times an hour, those stairs had never seemed eternal and infinite to you as now, with Anthony and his mother running behind you, you reached the hallway of your father's room, you began to walk towards the door of his room, that hallway like the stairs had never seemed so infinite to you, a few steps before you could leave the room, the housekeeper came out of it and only with the look and the bow she made, you confirmed that your father had left this world. You entered into a kind of trance, very distantly you began to hear the footsteps of the servants running from one side to the other, you looked back and saw the understanding looks of Anthony and his mother, but behind them was a man who was telling you something, however, you could not hear very clearly what he was saying, you closed your eyes, you swallowed the sadness you felt, you could cry to your father later, you sighed and opened your eyes.

“Excuse me, I could not hear what you were saying to me, could you repeat it to me?” You asked to which the man nodded.

“Lady Rothschild” The man spoke, that fell on you like a bucket of cold water. “We need to take your father’s measurements to make his coffin.” He spoke. “We need to know who we should send the letters to to send them the news.”

“Of course, you must call your doctor first, I want him to be present when you take the measurements.” The man nodded. “Your closest friends and associates must know about the news…” You paused. “Your brothers…” You hesitated for a few seconds. “They must know too.” The man nodded, and after a small bow, he was about to leave when you spoke again. “Please, the family lawyer must be here, before my father’s brothers come, send a carriage to bring him.” The man nodded and then he left.

“Lord Bridgerton, Lady Bridgerton.” For a few seconds you forgot that they were there, you noticed how affected they were. “I apologize for this, I will ask the cook to prepare some tea, you can go to your rooms or the living room, I will not be able to accompany you, I must go to my father’s study…” You hesitated. “I must go to my study to catch up on my father’s business.” The two of them nodded slowly.

“Don’t worry, dear. If you need anything, we’ll be here to help you.” You nodded and then headed to the other end of the mansion, where your late father’s study was. He believed that being away, he could forget about his business matters so he could give his attention to his little daughter.

Both Violet and Anthony admired the way you carried this moment, it seemed like a perfectly rehearsed play. There was not a single trace of tears or sadness on your face, there was no doubt or sadness in your voice, it was serene, and you transmitted confidence, giving orders to the maids and when receiving the condolences of your father’s friends, how you thanked them for being there.

These types of things, being unexpected, took a little time to be done or announced, for this reason, the funerals did not begin until the night or day after the person died; as in this case.

It was starting to get dark, you and Anthony were talking a few meters away from the room where everyone was, until this moment you were able to vent a little of what you felt, Anthony listened to you attentively.

"I admire the way you handle all this," Anthony said. "It was the way I should have acted when my father died too."

"Anthony, you must think that the context is different, I am 24 years old, you were 19 at that time, and my father prepared me all my life for this moment, in your case, your father's death was unexpected. Also, you should not compare yourself with anyone, we all act in different ways." You gave him a small smile. Anthony was about to answer you, when they began to hear that the murmurs were gradually getting louder, this generated curiosity between Anthony and you, so you approached to see what was happening, quickly you could see three of your "uncles" asking about you. Anthony quickly noticed how your demeanor changed again, to a rigid one, one that conveyed self-confidence, your face once again became serious.

“Dear niece, we are sorry for the loss of our brother…” The eldest brother spoke, and you murmured a low thank you. “But we also need to know when the reading of the will will be.” He said indifferently, your father warned you that this would happen this way.

“If you wish, it can be right now.” You answered with a somewhat friendly and even innocent tone, you called your father's lawyer, who was in charge of this. You could notice a big smile on the faces of the three brothers.

“Very well…” The lawyer paused as he took the envelope. “Zurich, January 8, 1814…” He began to read the will, you noticed how the smiles of the three brothers began to diminish as the lawyer read the will. Once the will was read, the three of them began to refuse, claiming that this could not be fulfilled because you were a woman. Your father's friends quickly jumped to your defense, but one of them was smart and noticed something that the others didn't.

“She doesn't wear a ring, so she's not married, she can't claim anything.” He shouted, pointing at your right hand. Everyone turned to look at you. How had you not thought of that? How had you forgotten something as important as this? Anthony noticed the fear and nervousness in you, then he spoke up.

“She hasn’t worn a ring, because I haven’t been able to give it to her before. I planned to ask for her hand after her father’s burial, who permitted me to marry her, with my mother Lady Bridgerton, and Miss Ashton, her housekeeper, as witnesses. However, thanks to you all, it won’t be a surprise.” You looked at Anthony in surprise. Then you saw him kneel in front of you. “Miss Rothschild, will you marry me? To form a family where the foundation of this is love and unconditional support.” Your father’s friends smiled at this scene, some applauded, you slowly nodded, then said yes with a smile. Anthony smiled back at you, putting the ring on your right ring finger. Seeing your father’s brothers again, anger took over their faces, with a dramatic turn and heavy steps they quickly left the room. The rest of the people present congratulated you and Anthony, with hugs and wished you the best.

In the afternoon of the next day, after the mass, tribute, and burial of your father, you returned home, you felt exhausted, the mix of so many emotions in a few days was beginning to affect you, and you needed to rest.

“I appreciate that you are here, I don’t know what would have become of me without you.” You said to Anthony and his mother.

“Don’t worry dear, the pain of losing a loved one never completely goes away, but you don’t have to face it alone. We will be there for you, today and always.” Violet replied, during the time you had lived together, you had noticed how Violet always had the right words for any situation.

“I’m going to my room, I need to rest. You should too, you need it.” The two of you nodded. Violet approached first, wrapping you in a warm hug before retreating to her room. Anthony did the same, but their hug lasted a few seconds longer. When they separated, he too began to walk towards his room.

“Anthony?” You called out to him before he could walk away completely. He turned to you again. “Can we talk now?” You asked in a soft tone. Anthony nodded and walked back to you.

“What is it? Do you need anything?” He asked while watching you intently. You sighed and looked down at your hands, fiddling with the ring on your finger.

“I want to thank you for what you did… for the proposal. I appreciate it, but you don’t have to…” you began to take off your ring, but Anthony’s hands were quick to stop you.

“No… I want you to be the one to wear it. Out of all the women I know, you are the only one who is ready to wear this ring and the title of Lady Bridgerton. Please… I know there is no attraction between us now, but I have always thought that my wife should be someone like my best friend, and that is what you are to me. Maybe love will come with time, but… please marry me.”

“Are you sure?” You asked him still with a little doubt.

“Absolutely,” Anthony said with a small smile.

If anyone asked you, you would tell them that from that day, from that moment, you began to fall in love with Anthony. You wouldn't tell anyone, but from the moment you saw him run away from Lady Danbury, you knew that this was the man you wanted.

Anthony wouldn't tell anyone, but from the day he saw you walking arm in arm with Lady Danbury, he knew that you were the woman he needed.

After two more weeks, you were back in London with the Bridgertons, Violet and Anthony preferred to stay two more weeks with you to accompany you in your mourning and help you with whatever you needed with work to adapt to your new titles.

The news that the libertine Lord Bridgerton had returned engaged, hit all of London, the news spread quickly, and everyone wanted to meet the woman who had managed to change his mind. For his brothers, it was also a surprise, but they also knew that behind that rigid and libertine character, there was a man who wanted to love and be loved.

Unlike how you thought you would be alone after your father's death, you now had a new family, one that truly appreciated you and not just for the inheritance you possessed. Daphne and Eloise became your best friends and confidants. Benedict became your partner in pranks and mischief, Colin was the best company for a chat about countries of the world and history. Hyacinth and Gregory became your younger brothers.

You were writing and finding a new life, and among it, a new love story, forever.

brother-in-law!Diego Hargreevs x sister-in-lawReader +18.

— Summary: You and Diego find out about Lila and Five's affair, so you comfort each other.

— Warnings: MINORS ID, 18+ ONLY, NSFW, smut, kissing, cheating, dry humping, vaginal groping, masturbation. (I think that's it, let me know if there's more.)

A/N: English isn't my native language, sorry if something is misspelled, I hope you can still understand everything. :)

“I don’t care Five, I don’t care that it’s been seven fucking years, you cheated on me, you cheated on us!” You finally exploded after hearing a thousand excuses Five was giving you.

“Honey, please, just give me a chance to tell you everything… Please” Five spoke approaching you and taking your hands, but you quickly let go.

“I don’t want to listen to you Five, we’re done.” You said taking your things. “I’m sorry Diego, I’m sorry everyone, but I have to go, Merry Christmas.” Diego just nodded as he watched you walk out the door.

“Diego…” Lila spoke but was interrupted by Diego.

“No Lila, I think-… I’m going out for a moment, we’ll talk later.” Diego said taking his jacket and the keys to his car.

You hadn’t been walking long when you saw the lights of a car, it put you on alert. You heard the driver’s voice calling your name.

“I said I don’t want to listen to you, Five.” The person didn’t say anything else, you heard the car speed up, so you thought he would leave, but he didn’t; the car window was right next to you.

“We’re done Five, I don’t want to listen to you!” You said in an annoyed tone, turning your head towards the car. “Oh… Diego… Sorry, I thought it was Five.” You said somewhat embarrassed.

“Don’t worry” Diego smiled. “Where are you going?” He asked, not letting you answer when he spoke again. “Get in, it’s too late for you to be walking alone.” You nodded, going around the front of the car and getting in the passenger side. Diego started the car again, and after a couple of kilometers, you spoke.

“It sucks, I can’t believe my boyfriend cheated on me.” You said with a laugh, but your tone of voice carried a bit of irony and anger, Diego snorted. “I don’t even want to imagine how long it was… do you think it was just that time that they were missing?” You asked. Diego took a while to answer.

“I don’t know… right now I don’t even know what to believe, my life, my family… my wife cheating on me with my brother…” He said bitterly.

“I’m sorry… I forgot I’m not the only one cheated on with a broken heart” You spoke, Diego laughed a little. “Could you drop me off at a hotel? My apartment is far away, it’s too late to walk to the bus station alone.” Diego nodded.

“You know? I think I have something that can help us, open it there” He said pointing to the glove compartment.

“A flask?” You said laughing. “Do you always carry it here?” You asked taking a sip.

“I have kids, you know? I can’t have it here all the time”

“Oh sure, sorry.” You replied laughing, you noticed that Diego was laughing too and you handed him the alcohol.

A few miles later, you were getting out of Diego’s car and entering the hotel, luckily for you, there were still rooms left, so you asked for one, once they gave you the key, you started walking towards the steps.

“Are you going to leave now?... Don’t you want to stay a while… We can talk or just be quiet, believe me, I won’t be able to sleep tonight.” You said turning to see Diego, who was at the door. Diego didn’t know what to do, it would be weird to be in a hotel room with his brother’s ex-girlfriend, but he didn’t want to go back home either, and he wouldn’t stay parked outside a supermarket or a hotel either, so he nodded and walked towards you. “Miss…” You spoke to the hotel receptionist. “Do they still have room service?” You asked, after she nodded, you asked her to bring a few beers and a bottle of whiskey to your room.

You had been sitting on a couch in front of the television for at least an hour, watching a Christmas movie, or at least that's what you thought. You hadn't paid attention to it at all, you were just thinking about what had happened in the last few hours, how the man you thought was the love of your life had cheated on you with his brother's wife. You didn't even notice when or how, but you were lying on Diego's chest, he was hugging you with one hand on your waist. You had never been so close, you didn't even interact much at family gatherings, but something about that moment made you not want to leave him. Maybe it was the smell of his perfume, perhaps it was how big and thick his arms were, they made you feel safe or it was just the alcohol that was confusing you.

“I think I should go back,” Diego said, taking you out of your thoughts. You turned to look at him, at that moment you didn't notice it, but your faces were very close.

“Stay with me, just a little longer… please,” you said, and both you and Diego were surprised by the tone you used, that whisper that ended in a plea. Diego smiled at you.

Tomorrow, they would probably blame the alcohol they drank earlier, even if they were both completely sane. Slowly they brought their faces closer, feeling each other's breathing, looking into each other's eyes, Diego's gaze lowered to your lips, before bringing yours to his lips, you saw how Diego licked his lips, then brought his lips closer to yours, they immersed themselves in a slow and calm kiss, which little by little began to transform into a lustful, passionate, and desperate kiss. Their tongues began a fight for who would have control, which Diego won. Diego's lips were soft and thick. The air began to be lacking but neither of them could move away, they did not want to move away.

After taking a breath, you straddled Diego, and put your hands on his shoulders, he put his hands on your ass and began to squeeze it. You began to rub yourself back and forth over his growing and already noticeable arousal, you could feel his length beneath your already wet pussy, the kiss muffling both of your moans. Diego began to trail his kisses down your neck, as you gasped and moaned into his ear. As your fingers gripped his messy black hair to bring his face closer, he pushed his hips against yours to increase his stimulation, rocking back and forth until his tip was pressed against your clothed folds. The muscled thighs beneath yours tensed with each thrust. He grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, letting it fall beside him on the couch, his hands quickly running down your waist until they reached your breasts, he pulled your bra aside and began to play with them.

“Oh Diego… don’t stop, I’m gonna cum.” You moaned into his ear. Following his actions, you grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off, you began to run your hands over his chest, shoulders, and arms. Your arms went down around his neck, Diego returned his hands to your ass, picked you up, and wrapped your legs around his waist. He carefully placed you on the bed and began to take off his pants, at the same time you took off your bra and threw it somewhere in the room, your gaze went to the lower part of his stomach, you had already felt it, but now you could see how big and thick his penis was.

“Do you like what you see?” He asked, you returned your gaze to his face, bit your lip, and nodded. Diego approached you and began to unbutton your pants, lifting your hips you helped him take them off, then threw them in a direction in the room, joining the other clothes scattered in the room.

Diego placed himself on top of you, between your legs, while sucking and biting your breasts, he began to rub himself against you, making friction between his penis and your pussy. Both of you could feel how hot you were. Diego began to lower his right hand all over your body, once he reached your pussy he began to make circles, in the middle of the friction with his length. By this time you had already wet your panties and his boxers. “My God baby… you are so wet.” He whispered in gasps. You breathe as agitatedly as he does, and your lips continue to move against each other, tasting, needing more, from each other. With the help of his free fingers, he pushed your panties aside and very delicately began to insert one of his fingers into your entrance, your moans increased, and little by little he began to insert a second finger inside you, you raised your hips as you felt the knot in your stomach, you began to let out prayers of fucking and asking for more, you were so close.

“Ah! Diego, I’m going to cum!” You started rubbing yourself faster with his fingers, you were almost fucking yourself with his fingers.

“Please cum for me” Diego whispers in your ear. You lean your head on the bed as your back and hips rise off the bed, when you finally reach your orgasm, your thighs tremble, and your pussy burns for more, in addition to the overstimulation of Diego with his fingers.

His fingers leave you, bringing them to his lips to begin sucking his fingers soaked by your fluids, with his tongue he cleans what may have been left on his lips, and a small moan comes out of your mouth. Diego approaches you to kiss you again. Your saliva mixes with his, tasting your fluids.

Diego gets up and walks to his pants, taking out a condom from them, Diego lowers his boxers, and you see how his penis bounces on his stomach, it was long and thick, the tip was red and you could see how a vein was marked along its length. Getting up from the bed and getting on your knees in front of him, you took his cock in your hands, and began to pump it; his head fell back, finally feeling the attention he needed, you ran your tongue slowly along his entire length.

“Oh baby, that feels amazing, but I need to be inside you.” He said seeing how amazing you looked on your knees in front of him, you nodded slowly, as you took off your panties, threw them on the floor, and laid back down on the bed, completely open for him. He quickly opened the silver envelope he had in his hands and put on the condom. Positioning himself between your legs again, you felt the tip of his penis at the entrance of your pussy, which made you twitch a little, letting out a moan. “If it hurts or you want to stop, just tell me, okay?” He asked and you nodded with a smile. Despite being on the verge of fucking you, he was still gentle and acting like a gentleman. His tip began to make its way into your pussy. The two of you moaned as you felt your pussy stretch for him, he hadn’t even finished entering and he already had you seeing stars.

Once he was completely inside you, he stayed still for a few seconds, while he kissed you and ran his hand through your hair, little by little he began to take his penis in and out of your pussy again, the moans of the two of you quickly synchronized, like music to his ears. After a few minutes, Diego began to increase the speed, you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, you needed more of him, you needed to have him closer to you. The hands of both of you traveled over each other's bodies, Diego began to leave wet kisses all over your neck again.

“Honey it feels so good, so wet, so tight, for me,” Diego said between moans, increasing your excitement with his husky voice. Getting on his knees, Diego placed your legs on his shoulders, to reach deeper inside you, your skin colliding and the moans were music to both of your ears. Diego slowly began to pull out of you and thrust in hard, each thrust hitting your spot, making you moan louder. You fisted the sheets, your toes curling, Diego felt you tighten around him, and you were about to cum again. With his thumb he began to circle your clit, the overstimulation was making you reach your limit.

“Diego I’m going to cum!” You moaned. You wrapped your legs around his neck.

“Just a little more, I want to come with you,” Diego replied as he increased the pace of his thrusts. Diego was close too, your walls tightening around his cock more and more. The two of you threw your head back, and you raised your back.

“Ooh Diego!” You cried out as the knot in your stomach unraveled once more. A couple of thrusts later, Diego moaned louder and you felt his hot cum. Diego still gave you a couple of thrusts after you both came. Diego fell on top of you, both of your breathing starting to regulate, with a gasp from both of you, Diego pulled out of you, took off the condom, threw it somewhere in the room, and lay down next to you.

“That was wonderful, thanks sweetie.” He said with a smile, as he hugged you, you smiled back. You were starting to fall asleep when you felt him get up.

“Are you going to leave?” You asked him, he shook his head. “I’ll just go get a clean towel, don’t worry, I’ll stay with you tonight.” You smiled. Seconds later he came back with a towel dampened with hot water, carefully cleaned your legs, then cleaned himself. He threw the towel in a corner, spread the sheets, and lay down with you again, pulling you towards him, he hugged you and kissed you on the forehead, then fell deeply asleep.

The next day you picked up a bit of the mess in the room, then left the hotel and headed to the bus terminal that would take you home. Before parking, you both recognized a car, more specifically Five’s car. Which brought you back to reality, your ex-boyfriend had cheated on you with your brother’s wife, who you had fucked last night. You both snorted before getting out of the car and tried to go unnoticed by the large group of people in the car; relaxed and confident you walked to the ticket office, praying that no one would recognize you when you heard the car door open.

Thank God you showed up darling, Five almost had a stroke for not knowing about you!” He spoke once behind you, it was Klaus, Five, and Diego’s other brother. “Oh… Hey Diego, we were worried about you too.” Diego snorted at Klaus’ noticeable change in voice.

“Thanks, Klaus, I’m fine… we’re fine, now if you’ll excuse me.” You spoke in the direction behind Klaus, the whole family had already gotten out of the car. “I have to buy a ticket or the bus will leave me, so… I have to go.”

“Bye darling, we’ll miss you,” Klaus said goodbye. Diego and you started walking again, however a third voice stopped you again.

“You were together all night?” It was Five. You nodded.

“Oh yeah, believe me, it was amazing, Diego is quite the gentleman.” You said with a smile, which Diego returned.

“Did you do what I think you did?” Klaus asked, followed by a scolding from Allison.

Something clicked in Five and Lila’s minds, their faces instantly falling apart “Wait… What?!” They exclaimed at the same time.

You and Diego just laughed. “Thanks, Diego, for the company last night, you have my number, you can call whenever you want.” You said to Diego with a smile. You continued your way to the ticket office, while Diego returned to his car, ignoring the looks of his brothers.

husband!Anthony x fem reader wife.

— Summary: You have been married to Anthony for a year, and you are about to give birth to your first baby. However, after overhearing a conversation between his younger brothers, Benedict and Colin, it makes you doubt whether your marriage is prosperous and honest, which leads to an early and complicated birth.

— Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, fluff at the end, no use of Y/n, mentions of deception. (I think that's all)

A/n: English is not my native language, sorry if something is written wrong, I hope everything can be understood. :)

“It’s funny that she thinks Anthony is still in love with her.” You heard Colin’s voice behind the door, followed by Benedict’s laughter.

That was enough for you to ask the footman accompanying you to prepare the carriage, you would return home. Since a few weeks ago you suspected that Anthony was cheating on you, the last few weeks he began to go out more often with his younger brothers, and of course, there was nothing wrong with it, but it happened every night and he always returned at dawn. And you, who were about to give birth, only wanted to feel protected, cared for by him, but you felt the opposite, he simply left, leaving you completely alone.

“My dear, won’t you stay for dinner with us?” Someone asked behind you, it was your mother-in-law, Violet. “Oh, I really appreciate it, you must excuse me, but I would like to have dinner with my husband.” Violet smiled. “Don’t worry dear, it’s okay, give him my regards.” You nodded and walked to your carriage, the footman helped you get in.

Once home, you entered and began to climb the stairs, as fast as your belly allowed you.

“Honey, you're back, I was waiting for you for dinner.” Your beloved husband's voice said with his beautiful smile at the bottom of the stairs. Something inside your chest stirred. You smiled.

“Oh dear husband, I apologize, but I've already had dinner with your mother and brothers.” You said, he smiled, he loved the way you got along with his family, he couldn't have chosen a better wife. I apologize for not accompanying you, but I feel very tired. — He nodded again.

“Don't worry, rest, I'll be with you in a few moments.” You nodded. You finished climbing the stairs that led to the room you shared, you asked your maid for some help to undress. Once you were ready, you got into the sheets of your bed, but you couldn't even close your eyes. Thirty minutes later you heard your husband's footsteps coming up the stairs, you settled down with your back to the door and closed your eyes pretending to be asleep. You listened to his footsteps and movements around the room, a few minutes later you felt the mattress sink and then the warmth of his body, he placed his hand on your belly, kissed your temple, and got ready to sleep.

About an hour later, he was finally fast asleep, you got out of your bed and left the room making as little noise as possible, you went down the stairs and headed towards his study, you placed the candle you were carrying on his desk and you got ready to look for something, something that would help you, something that would give you a clue about something. And as the saying goes, “Curiosity killed the cat.” In one of the drawers of his desk, you found several newspapers. As you skimmed through them you noticed something. They all had an ad for an opera concert and all of them had one name repeated: “Sienna Rosso.” You didn’t know whether to be happy for having found what you were looking for or to cry for what you had found. The second to last ad was dated two days ago, the last time Anthony had gone out, and the last ad was dated two days from now. You put everything back the way it was, closed the door to the study, and headed back to your room. To your relief, Anthony was still fast asleep.

“Good morning,” you said, announcing your entrance to the dining room. Anthony smiled. “Good morning, dear. Did you rest?” He asked. You nodded, at that moment the maids came in with their breakfast trays, so they began to eat, leaving a comfortable silence in between. — You know… yesterday I saw an announcement, about an opera concert— You spoke breaking the silence and lifting your face to look at him, he already did. — I heard that the girl is very good, I think her name is Sienna… yes Sienna Rosso— Anthony coughed. — And well, I would like to find out for myself, and why not with my dear husband? The concert is in two days, so, could we go? — You asked with a nice smile, Anthony quickly nodded.

“Sure, why not, I have a little work, but I will do it in these two days, so we can go out.” You nodded with a smile.

During those days when the long-awaited night arrived, Anthony, no matter how much he wanted to concentrate on his work, couldn't do it. The only thing he had in mind was your request, but rather, the way you asked for it, your look when you asked him, during their first year of marriage, he had noticed that whenever you asked him for something there was a special sparkle in your eyes, however, that morning he couldn't see it, instead there was something else, your gaze had something dark in it.

When the agreed time and day arrived, you went down the stairs while he went up, you were wearing a Bridgerton blue dress, white gloves, and a pretty pearl necklace, he praised how pretty you looked, he asked you for a moment so he could get ready and go out with you.

Once at the theater, you asked to sit up front, and he accepted without arguing anything, minutes later the concert started, and boy was the girl good, she was wonderful, out of the corner of your eye you noticed that throughout the act Anthony looked at the stage a couple of times, most of the time he saw you, the floor and the ceiling, and of course, anyone would say it was romantic, but you knew it was guilt.

Once the concert was over you told Anthony that you needed to go to the bathroom, he nodded and joined another group of men who greeted him happily.

“Miss Sienna, someone is waiting for you in your dressing room.” A voice said behind the girl as she walked off the stage, she smiled and thanked him with a nod. Finally, Anthony had returned. However, he froze when he saw a female silhouette in his dressing room, you were with your back to her. You were looking at each of her outfits with a smile, and from time to time you touched the fabrics with your hands what caught her attention the most was your belly, you could give birth at any moment, even now.

“Were you hoping to see the Viscount?” You asked still with your back turned, you only heard a low “Excuse me?” before turning to look at her. — I asked if you were hoping to see Anthony. — You asked again, Sienna was surprised that you called him by his name, but it was logical, you were his wife. Seeing that she had no answer you sighed and spoke again. — I know he has come to see you frequently, so I wanted to meet the woman who fucks my husband. — You said with a forced smile on your lips. Sienna smiled back, she didn't expect the Viscount's wife to be like this, she imagined a silly girl, but no, you were different, you were direct. At that moment something occurred to her, something that would make Anthony come back to her again.

“Yeah well, Anthony comes here often, he even comes with his brothers.” He said with a smile. You just nodded, but anger was growing inside you, how could she call him by his first name? — You know, it's nice that he comes to see me at my concerts but to attend with his wife... it's very bold.” She said with a smile.

“Sienna... I was the one who suggested he come, he came simply because I asked him to accompany me, if he had wanted... or rather... been able to, he would have stayed in his studio.” You saw how Sienna's face fell.

Seriously Anthony had stopped loving her? Just like that? After you two got married he paid you one last visit, where he made it clear that you would never have another meeting. In exchange for various favors, she was able to arrange for several Lords and Dukes to meet Anthony at the theater or places where she would perform. She knew that once they were alone, Anthony would come back to her. Her surprise came when he didn't even look at her, or even notice her presence, and she was accompanied by her brothers. Every time she passed by his place, she heard how wonderful his wife was and how much he was in love with her.

“Listen to me-“ She began to speak, calling you by your name, but you interrupted her.

“For you, I am Lady Bridgerton,” you said. Anthony heard it and went to the place where your voice came from. He noticed that you hadn't returned from the bathroom, so he decided to make sure everything was okay. He followed your voice, down that path that he had walked so many times a few years ago. — You can fuck Anthony as many times as you want, it's fine, but listen to me, I'll be the only one that Anthony will present as his wife, I'll be the one who will have his children, his heir, my children will carry his blood, my children and I will be the ones who will wait for him at night to have dinner, I'll be the one who will see him walking arm in arm through the parks, while you... you will simply meet him at night, when everyone is already home, you will stay in the dark, hiding, making sure that no one can see you. — Sienna was definitely speechless, after hearing everything you had said, you were right, he would never leave you for her. Anthony, who had heard everything while walking towards you, was proud to hear what you had said, you didn't even raise your voice, much less attack her to leave her speechless.

“Whatever you say Anthony loves me-“ Once again she was interrupted, this time by Anthony's voice.

“For you, I am Lord Bridgerton, I will never allow you to call me by my name again, our relationship ended a long time ago, Miss Rosso, and that day I made it very clear to you that I would never return to you again.” You smiled at the look on Sienna’s face in front of your husband’s back. — If you will excuse us, the Viscountess and I must retire, good night, Miss Rosso. — He said, giving you his arm so that you could walk with him, and said goodbye to the friends who were still there.

Anthony helped you get into the carriage and once inside silence reigned between you, you were sitting face to face, so Anthony could see how your eyes began to get brighter and tears began to appear in your eyes. He felt guilty, guilty because he was the reason for those tears.

“Honey I-” He started to speak but you interrupted him. “I don’t want to hear anything Anthony.” He nodded. Once at home he helped you get out of the carriage and both of you climbed the stairs that led to his room.

“Marie, please tidy my room, I’ll be staying there tonight.” Your maid nodded and took from both of your rooms the things she would use at that moment and the next day to get ready, you heard a sigh from Anthony, and then his footsteps moving away towards the master bedroom, so you did the same, but in the opposite direction, before reaching your room you felt a pang in your lower belly, you grabbed the wall, Anthony turned and walked towards you when he heard your moan. “I’m fine” You told him when you heard his strides towards you, he stopped and nodded, but as far as he could see after you closed the door, he noticed that you were holding on to the wall as you walked.

Anthony wanted to talk to you, he wanted to tell you that it was all a misunderstanding, his affair with Sienna had ended a long time ago, even long before the two of you got married. Unable to fall asleep, he went down to his study and made himself a drink, then sat down at his desk hoping to be able to concentrate a little and even distract himself from what was going on with his work. He didn't even notice when he fell asleep at his desk.

“Mr. Bridgerton! Mr. Bridgerton please wake up.” When he opened his eyes he felt disoriented. “Mr. Bridgerton” The woman made a small bow. “Lady Bridgerton has gone into labor, but she is in very bad shape,” the maid said just as she heard a scream coming from the upper part of the house. — We have already sent for your mother, the Duke, and the Duchess, the young lady asked for it, and the doctor and the midwife are already with the lady. — The girl spoke as she followed Anthony up the stairs, another scream came from your room, with long strides he arrived at your room, and he saw you there, screaming and writhing in pain, and then he was nineteen again, panic began to bloom in him.

“Lord Bridgerton, the baby is not in position, I need to know what to do, save the baby, or save your wife.” Another scream from you was heard. “I told you to save my son.” You screamed with difficulty. — The decision must be made by the lord. — The doctor spoke. And one more scream was heard.

“Save them both,” Anthony spoke. “Sir, we will try, but-” Anthony interrupted him. “I told you to save my wife and my son,” Anthony screamed. — Yes sir, we will do our best.” And once again the doctor entered your room. Tears began to sting his eyes, just at that moment the doors of his house opened, it was Simon, his mother, and his brothers.

“Simon, Colin, and Benedict stay with Anthony, Daphne comes with me” Violet said as everyone went up the stairs. “Everything will be okay dear, I promise,” Violet said before entering your room with Daphne. The screams were getting louder, and his brothers didn't know what to do, or how to comfort him, Simon was already a father, of course, but none of Daphne's births had been like that, they didn't know what to do.

“Anthony, everything will be okay, your wife is a strong woman” Benedict spoke. There was silence. “It's my fault.” Anthony spoke. “She found out about Sienna, she noticed that I was leaving at night and she thinks I've cheated on her.”

“But it’s not like that, you ended your relationship with that woman, we have been with you so that you could avoid this.” Colin spoke, and Anthony nodded. “And I thank you, I should have told you what was going on” Anthony said, his head down. “I don’t know how you found out, but two days ago she asked me to go to the concert tonight, she had an argument with Sienna, and then when we got back home, she asked to have her bedroom fixed, she complained of pain, I should have insisted that she sleep in our bedroom, I should have stayed awake to take care of her.” Anthony spoke. Your screams still hadn’t stopped, they could hear the voices of the midwife, her mother, and Daphne asking you to push.

Anthony looked at his watch, it was almost five in the morning, and the fear he felt was from another world, he didn’t know what was going on in there, he only heard your screams. The four men were desperate, they knew there were only two options. Finally, the cry of a baby, their baby was heard behind the door, the four men looked at each other, then looked at the door, Daphne came out with the baby in her arms wrapped in a blanket. “He’s a cute little boy” she said with a smile, putting the baby in Anthony’s arms, he smiled. “Daphne, how is she?” Simon asked, Daphne just lowered her head.

“Daphne, how is my wife?” Anthony asked. “She is not well Anthony, she lost a lot of blood, she has a high fever, and the doctor does not know if she will survive.” Anthony sighed, he was happy for the birth of his son of course, but at the same time the love of his life was between life and death, he could not do it without her.

“My lady, stay with me, do not close your eyes.” the voices of the maids were heard, alarming everyone who was outside. “She cannot die” Anthony said finally letting the tears come out, hugging his little son.

It had been a week since you had given birth, and the fever and bleeding had stopped, however, you were still weak, you still had no strength, and you spent your time in your room. Violet and Daphne had asked to stay home with you, to help you and Anthony.

“Anthony dear,” Violet spoke entering her son's bedroom, Anthony was playing with Edmund, they had agreed to name him in honor of his father if they had a boy. “You should talk to your wife, I don't know what's wrong Anthony, but it's like she's rejecting her son.” Violet paused. — The only moment she is with him is when she breastfeeds her son, that's not good, you're doing an excellent job as a father, but this baby also needs his mother. — Anthony nodded, left his little one in the bassinet next to his bed, and called a maid to keep an eye on the baby. Leaving with his mother he went to your room, opened the door, and could see you, after a long time, you were looking out the window with your back to him, you had your hair down, a silk robe, you looked very beautiful.

“Love…” Anthony said. There was a pause, he expected you to say something or at least turn to look at him, but it wasn't like that, you continued looking at the window. “Since we met I noticed your desire to be a mother… But now that we have our son, you… you reject him.” Anthony doubted if he was using the right words, he didn't want to be hard on you, so you lowered your gaze to your lap. “What's wrong? You know you can tell me anything.” There was a long silence for his liking, or rather, for the moment you were in.

“I don't want him to get used to me.” You spoke and finally turning to look at him, Anthony looked at you confused. “I’m dying Anthony, just look at me.” And yes, you looked a little haggard, you had lost a little weight, but nothing that a little food couldn’t fix. “Besides…” You paused. “I’m scared Anthony, I’m scared of being just like my mother.” You finally burst into tears, Anthony was a little surprised, you had known each other for a little over a year and a half, and he had never seen you cry like this, or rather he had never seen you cry, it was a little difficult for you to show your emotions one hundred percent. Because of how you grew up, your parents never showed any kind of love between them, nor to you or your siblings, you and your siblings were raised for society, with no laughter or exaggerated emotions, just enough, if you wanted to cry or express your emotions you had to be completely alone, no one could see you like this or they would call you exaggerated. Anthony took a few steps to be closer to you and wrapped you in his arms. “You’re not dying, sweetheart… you’re not a bad mother either… Do you think I don’t notice how you play with Gregory or Hyacinth? Or how do you interact with Augui?” Anthony spoke, you smiled remembering how good it felt to play or spend time with them. Anthony pulled you away from his chest so you could look into each other’s eyes, he cupped your face in his hands, and with his thumbs, he wiped your tears away. “You’re nothing like your mother… but if you keep acting that way… rejecting your son, you’ll be just like her.” You nodded and hugged him again, he also hugged you back, and kissed the top of your head, both of you stayed in that position for a few minutes.

“I’m sorry.” You said, separating from the hug. — Not just for this… also for what happened a few days ago at the theater, I shouldn’t have acted that way. — Anthony shook his head.

“The one who should apologize is me.” He said take your hands. — I wasn’t honest with you, I should have told you what was going on because I went out every night… somehow that woman made all the business be handled in those places, I asked Colin and Benedict to accompany me, just to avoid this, but I should have told you too. — You noticed the sincerity in his words and the regret in his eyes.

“You should have told me, of course, but I acted recklessly, I should have talked to you before, can you imagine the scandal it would have been if someone else had heard? Can you imagine if it had been Wistledown?” Anthony laughed.

“But I must admit, you acted better than I would have acted if I had been in your place.” They both laughed. “But you know… I’m a little curious to know how you knew?” Anthony asked.

“Well… I heard your brothers saying it was funny that she thought you were still in love… and well, you know what happened.” Anthony laughed. “Instead of helping me, they sink my head into the mud.” There was a silence between you. “It’s nice to be with you again,” Anthony said. — But I think you should meet someone… Give me a moment. — Anthony left the room, and a few seconds later he entered the room again, but this time with the baby in his arms, you smiled when you saw him, the tender image of your husband with your baby would be an image that would stay in your mind and heart for a lifetime.

Anthony walked over to you, pulling you close and helping you carry your baby. You finally allowed yourself to see your baby's face, you knew it was too soon to say it, but he was a lot like Anthony.

“Hey baby, you look so cute today.” You said the little baby let out a small laugh. Both you and Anthony smiled at it. You definitely scolded yourself for depriving yourself of this thing you had always wanted.

Anthony guided you to the bed so you could get some rest, despite everything, he knew you were still a little weak, Anthony placed himself right next to you so you could lean on him, and you stayed like that, he held you close, while you held your little baby close.

“You are the best thing that has ever happened to me” — Anthony said while smiling at you.

You two definitely, unexpectedly changed each other's lives. You both knew that nothing and no one could separate you or hurt you after this day.

bestfriend!Steve x fem reader / boyfriend!Eddie x fem reader.

— Summary: You were always in love with your best friend Steve, however, he never noticed it and when he did it was too late.

— Warnings: Angst, friends to enemies, insults, and some fluff with Eddie at the end. (I think that's all)

A/n: English is not my native language, sorry if something is written wrong, I hope everything can be understood. :)

Five years have passed since you moved from Hawkins to follow your dream, it was very difficult of course, but now, you are one of the most important artists in the industry. Many emotions were passing through your mind, many memories, your friends, your best friends, would finally be together again.

It was very difficult to convince your agency and manager that they would agree to have a date in Hawkins, but after some insistence, they agreed. Hawkins was a quiet, boring town, but now that you and Corroed Coffin had included it in your respective tours, the town was in chaos. Despite having called its leader and vocalist, Eddie Munson, satanic.

After two and a half hours of flight, your plane landed, there was a crowd at the airport shouting your name, holding banners, and asking for photos and autographs, you signed the ones you could, while you got to the car that would take you to your hotel, you agreed to see your friends after your concert, so you will rest better.

You were about to end the show, this would be the last song, you were so happy to see how people had fun and sang all the songs on the setlist.

“Alright Hawkins, are you ready to go back to high school with me?” The entire crowd shouted, and that song that more than one identified with began to play.

"You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset She's going off about something that you said 'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do I'm in my room, it's a typical Tuesday night I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like And she'll never know your story like I do"

Despite the lights you could see your friends in the crowd, seeing that scene where they were chanting and enjoying your songs made you even happier. You really appreciated the support of your friends, they always gave you words of encouragement, even when you thought you wouldn't make it, but now look at you, you fill entire stadiums and arenas.

"And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down You say you're fine, I know you better than that Hey, what ya doing with a girl like that?"

At that moment something clicked in Steve's brain.

You were neighbors since you were children, however, being “King Steve” and you being just another “normal” student, there was never any interaction beyond casual greetings, however, that changed when you reached high school, being in the same class and also being neighbors, the friendship between you blossomed quite quickly. Without realizing it, you went and did everything together, many began to believe that you were dating, but you always denied it. However, behind all the times you denied it, there was a reality, you liked Steve.

"She wears high heels, I wear sneakers She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you Been here all along, so why can't you see? You belong with me"

Steve started dating a girl from high school, she was the captain of the cheerleaders, like her best friend, you gave him all the encouragement and confidence to ask about a first date, to ask for a second date, and even to formalize the relationship; although inside you were dying of jealousy and reproaching yourself for not having the courage to tell him what you felt for him.

When the relationship ended after a few months, Steve, although he didn't show it, was heartbroken, so there you were, giving him words of encouragement and your shoulder to cry on, reproaching yourself again for not telling him your feelings.

"Oh, I remember you driving to my house In the middle of the night I'm the one who makes you laugh When you know you're about to cry

I know your favorite songs And you tell me about your dreams Think I know where you belong Think I know it's with me"

After class you had told Steve that you weren't feeling very well, so you weren't going to the party with him; he insisted on staying with you and taking care of you, but you rejected him claiming that you didn't want him to miss out on the fun and the opportunity to meet a girl that night. However, the reality is that you did not want to have him close, you did not want to see him flirt with various girls at the party, while your heart would break into a thousand pieces, you did not want to be alone with him, and fight with yourself for fear of rejection.

It was around 11:30 when you heard the doorbell ring, It had already rung several times, but you didn't dare open it, because you were alone at home and Steve was also too far away to help you, if was a serial killer or something similar, you turned off the television, stood up and began to climb the stairs as far as possible. As silent as possible, your doorbell kept ringing.

“Sweetheart, is everything okay? It's Steve." Your legs weakened a little when you heard the nickname, you stood there for a few more seconds and then went down the stairs again and opened the door. “Steve? What are you doing here? It's not even twelve…”  Steve entered your house and gave you what he had in his hands, four pieces of pizza, probably from the party, some gas station chocolates, and a small bouquet of roses that were almost withered. “I know, honey, but I didn't feel good at the party knowing that you weren't well, so I decided to come here, accompany you, and help you with whatever you need.” Steve turned to look at you and raised both thumbs. “Steve, it wasn't necessary, I already feel much better, I'm serious.” However, I can't hear you anymore, I was arriving at your room.

That night they spent together, they talked about school, problems with her parents, and love dramas. Finally, he discovered that your spirits were low because of a boy, so for about an hour, he asked you the name of the boy, without knowing that he was him.

“Standing by and waiting at your backdoor All this time how could you not know, baby? You belong with me You belong with me

You belong with me Have you ever thought just maybe You belong with me You belong with me"

“Thank you very much, Hawkins! A round of applause for this wonderful band that accompanies me, a round of applause for you, I hope to see you soon, thank you very much.” You said goodbye to your audience as you left the stage, leaving behind the screams of all the people who loved and supported you. Steve also quickly got up from his seat heading towards your dressing room, he ran as fast as he could to avoid encountering the entire crowd. Finally, he was able to sneak through the crowd and the small spaces under the stage to get to your dressing room, he knocked on the door insistently, until you finally opened it.

“Steve!” You quickly hugged him. “Sweetheart” He said while hugging you, “You know, I finally understood everything, I understood why my relationships never lasted with any girl” He began to say with a smile, as he separated from the hug and took your hands, you just had a face surprised and confused. “What are you talking about Steve? I'm not understanding you at all” You said laughing, his eyes went to yours. “It was always you, I was always in love with you, I finally understood all the signals you were giving me… I really was an idiot for not realizing it.” Steve said with a smile, a slight blush on his cheeks, you didn't know what to say. “Steve I—” Your words were interrupted by your other friends who shouted to get your attention and ran to hug you.

“It's good to see you all again, thank you very much for coming.” You spoke, as you looked at your friends. “My god, you guys have grown so much” You spoke addressing Dustin, Mike, Will, Eleven, and Max. Who smiled back at you. “It's incredible to be all together again… Only Eddie is missing and the whole group will be reunited again, it's a shame he's coming here until tomorrow.” Dustin spoke, you simply nodded with a mischievous smile, while the others discussed agreeing with him.

“Love, everything is done, we can go with the boys.” Said a voice speaking distractedly, also walking looking backwards, making sure everything was in its place and order. “Edward…”You spoke. Eddie turned to look at you with a smile and then saw who you were talking to, the one who was waiting to see you talking to your team quickly covered his mouth, “Shit” hoping that by magic no one would have heard what he had called you. All your friends looked at them surprised, especially Steve, “Did you listen carefully to what he said?”, “Did everyone hear the same thing?” They all asked at the same time, you and Eddie just laughed, and you raised your left hand to your mouth to cover your laughter a little, “Wait… You already have the ring!” Robin shouted, everyone stopped talking and turned to look at them again, “God, at what point?” “When were you planning to tell us?”, “Were you guys already dating when you left here?” Dustin asked, everyone had a lot of questions at that moment. “Oh no dude, three years ago she was part of the cover of one of the band's albums, we started talking more often and well, now we're going to get married” Eddie explained with a big smile on his face. While all this was going on and Eddie was answering some questions you noticed that Steve's mood and expressions had changed and rightly so. Actually, in those years that you were in love with him, you gave him all the signs you could, even the most obvious ones, like the time you kissed him pretending to be a little drunk, however, there was no response from him, so from that moment on you decided forgetting him, you moved to Los Angeles and met Eddie again, from the moment you started talking to him you realized how gentlemanly and warm he was, you never noticed it when you still lived in Hawkins, he quickly won your heart, and Now you were about to marry him, the love of your life.

“Love, is everything okay?” Eddie asked, breaking you out of your thoughts. “I'm sorry, I zoned out a little, I remember how we had it before, I'm very happy that we are together again” You responded with a smile, Eddie hugged you and kissed you on the forehead. “What do they say about going out to eat something?” Dustin said, “I'm hungry and you two must give us a lot of answers.” Everyone laughed. “We can go to my house, we can be calmer,” Steve spoke, with a noticeably low mood.

“Does anyone know what's wrong with Steve? Since we came back it's been weird” Robin said, looking at Steve who was in the backyard of his house. The others denied. “He probably didn't have a good day,” you said. “I spend the whole day excited about tonight, it's weird” Dustin added. “I'll go talk to him” You warned as you stood up and walked in Steve's direction.

"Everything is alright?" You asked, but there was no answer, so you just sat next to him, giving him space, “You're my best friend, I know we haven't lost communication a bit, but you can still trust me.” Again there was no response, although you had an idea of ​​what he might have, from what he had told you in your dressing room. “That's the problem” He finally spoke, turning to look at you. “I'm your best friend” You didn't respond. “Why did you never tell me?” He asked, a hint of confusion showing on your face. “Tell you what?” Asked. “That you were in love with me” Your confused expression became a little more evident. “I knew you were like this because of this” You stopped looking at him and directed your gaze towards your ring. “If you had only told me, I would have given you the ring you are wearing,” I added. A little anger began to grow in your chest. “Are you really in love with him?” Asked. “Or are you just with him out of spite?” You didn't answer anything, you could hear how drunk he was, so he was just saying it because he was drunk, not because he meant it. “What does he have that I don't have?” “Edward Munson” He let out a sarcastic laugh. “What could be so special about the freak?” “What does the freak have that King Steve doesn't, huh?” He said with an annoyed tone in his voice, you remained silent, you really didn't want to say anything and ruin your friendship, however with everything Steve was saying, he was going that way, Steve probably wouldn't remember tomorrow, but you would, and probably after that night the friendship between the two of you would no longer exist.

"I bet when you realized that I didn't feel the same way about you, you ran into his arms." You remained silent, you didn't believe everything he was telling you, he was your best friend, how could he say something like that about you? "You know... For a long time it was said that you were a slut, I never believed them but now I realize it was the truth" Steve laughed at the moment, he turned to look at you, and you were already looking at him, however, the tears were beginning to come out. your eyes. “I’m thankful I never dated you, can you imagine King Steve dating a slut?” once again he laughed. Without realizing it, Eddie was a short distance from you, he had heard everything, to say that he was angry would be flattery, he wanted to go with you and confront Steve himself, however, he restrained himself, he knew that it was a problem between you and Steve, He shouldn't get involved, you two would talk later.

The anger was already accumulated in your chest, Steve reacted until he felt the burning of your hand on his cheek, there he woke up, he realized everything he had told you, and he regretted it instantly, however, it was too late. "You're an Idiot!" You said a little louder, getting your friend's attention. “I gave you a lot of signs when I was in love with you, all our friends realized it, except you Steve, even someone who didn't know you or me would have realized it” Steve's face of regret was evident, all the others were now only a meter away from the two of you. "You know... now I'm grateful not to be with you, I always thought you were a gentleman, but now I realize that when you're drunk you transform, your true self takes over you, imagine being your best friend, you call me a slut, what wouldn't you say to me being your girlfriend or wife?” Steve felt the gaze of all his friends staring at him, especially Eddie's, without even seeing him he could tell that he was very angry. “You could have fooled us all Steve, saying that you had changed, that you were different, but now I realize that you will always be the idiotic and stupid King Steve” You said. You gave him one last look and then went inside the house to grab your things, Eddie followed you, and you noticed how angry Eddie was, you took his hand, then you remembered that your friends were still there, you turned to see them, their confused faces told you everything. “Guys… sorry about this… I didn't think it would end like this tonight, I'll make it up to you, I promise.” Everyone nodded and some said there was no problem. You and Eddie left Steve's house hand in hand and headed to the car you had rented, before getting in you could notice a flash behind you. “Shit” They both thought.

After that discussion everyone went home, Steve was alone again, the regret was much greater than him, the image of all his friends being disappointed in him after you left was present in his head, but without However, the one that was repeated the most was yours, seeing him with teary eyes listening to him call you “slut”, he wondered what had happened to him, why call the person he loved that way, the person he has always loved. It had probably been jealousy, for not acting sooner, and now you were happy for someone else, the guilt was killing him, if he found out that you and Eddie broke up because of that, he definitely wouldn't be able to live in peace, he knew you would never want to have anything. with him now, and knowing that the person you loved would leave because of him, he couldn't bear it.

The walk from Steve's house to his hotel had been silent, which meant something to you, you and Eddie always had something to talk about, even if it was stupid. Once in his hotel room, you headed to the bathroom and Eddie stayed in the small living room. You took a rather long shower, and when you came out of the shower you noticed that Eddie was not in the room, you put on your pajamas and got ready to sleep and rest, tomorrow you would talk to him and explain everything to him. For about thirty minutes you tried to fall asleep, but you just couldn't do it, you got out of bed and headed to the small living room, there you saw Eddie sitting, he had a music book in his hands, without making much noise. When you approached him and sat on the couch leaving a little space between you, he turned to look at you, the image he saw made his anger return, you looked tired and irritated, and rightly so, after a concert and everything that step, your eyes were red and swollen, making it obvious that you had cried. “I don't want to bother you, I just want to talk to you… explain what happened.” You spoke, Eddie responded a few seconds later, “You don't have to explain anything to me, I know what happened” He responded, you looked down at your ring, it was probably over between the two of you. “I'm not mad at you, Love… I'm mad at Steve, for everything he said, for what he called you…” You turned to look at him. “I always thought that you and him were dating, that's why I didn't dare to confess it to you when we were at school… But when you told me that you and he weren't together, I didn't want to miss the opportunity to be with you and since that day I haven't regretted it.” Eddie smiled, opening his arms in a hug, and you snuggled into his arms. “I love you so much” You said, “I love you too” He responded, getting up and carrying your bridal style towards the bedroom.

A year later you found yourself on stage again at Hawkings, your wedding with Eddie would have been a few months after their photos appeared in the newspaper speculating about their relationship, the day of the fight at Steve's house.

“Very good Hawkins, I'm very happy to be here tonight, for the next song, someone very special will accompany me on guitar, with you, Eddie Munson!” Eddie came out on stage, the entire crowd went crazy, absolutely everyone since those speculations about the two of you, he began to comment that you would be a great couple, one of the best in the artistic medium. However, no one confirmed or denied the news. Eddie greeted the crowd, then hugged you, and you confirmed your relationship with a kiss, the audience once again applauded and screamed at this.

You brought your microphone closer to him, “Good evening Hawkins, I'm glad to be here with you, but above all to share the stage with this wonderful girl” He said looking at you “Now we will play for you “Slut!”” The crowd went crazy once again, there was a lot of speculation. and theories for who this song would be for, but now, it was more than confirmed.

"Flamingo pink, Sunrise boulevard Clink, clink, being this young is art Aquamarine, moonlit swimming pool What if all I need is you?"

Steve, who had gone to your concert, was clearly incognito because, after that night, the group had decided not to communicate with him much. I knew that fight could have perhaps inspired this song, although I wasn't proud of the way you had written a song, thinking of him.