#it’s Colin Bachelor party!

[winnie-the-monster]

“I realize that it’s a tradition to drink. But if the stag gets to drunk the night before it’s wedding, it runs the risk of being shot.”

“Then kept up with me. So there might be other slower targets.”

“I don’t think either of us, can keep up with you tonight.”

“I thought you weren’t much of a drinker, Lord Kilmartin.”

“Oh, I am not. But in my defense your mother does not like me.”

“Our mother doesn’t not not like you.”

“I’ll handle this. Lord Kilmartin, our mother adores you. But our mother also has an obsession with great love stories.”

“What should he do? Give the man some practical advice.”

“Frankly, you might consider doing something foolish. Something bold. Declare yourself. Throw rocks? Throw rocks at Francesca’s window tonight.”

“No.”

“Your problem is, you’re trying much to hard to be respectful.”

“Bold? Well if I am to be bold, I’ll shall need some time to think about it.”

“Ugh!”

[belladonnaprice]

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[paracosmic-murdock]

Could you do Benedict Bridgerton with wife reader?

Ben had always been the second son who had all the fun until the day he fell in love. From that moment, only her on his mind. Never once does his gaze befall someone else. He thinks all is well with her and their children. Until one day, she faints and reveals that she had fallen ill. (it wasn't terminal illness but her health was declining or she could survive from it. You choose) He didn't know what to think or do in this situation. Angst but ending with fluff. You decide how it goes. Add anything you want to. Thanks!! :))

hiii, thanks for your request <3 it's the first time i've gotten one and i'm excited and hoping not to disappoint!!! anyways, here it goes:

if there is no you

pairing: benedict bridgerton x wife!reader

summary: after many years of loving and having each other, you and benedict had a beautiful family and a perfect little life together until you fell ill one day and it all threatened to end. while you lied on your bed all day and night, fearing that you might leave your husband and children alone, benedict died a little each second that approached him further to losing you.

tags/warnings: mentions of chronic illness, not character death, grief, fear, angst, happy ending, song: soon you'll get better (taylor swift)

word count: 2.2K

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Benedict had believed his life as a bachelor would never end. He thought he would enjoy his singleness forever, that he could just sleep around, drink to unconsciousness, and party to death; but no.

The day he met you at Lady Danbury's home for a dinner party, he got immediately obsessed with you… utterly enamored.

You had a passionate and scandalous love story, one of those you can only see in romance novels. You even paved the way for the rest of Benedict's siblings to bring home scandals in the future: Daphne, Anthony, Eloise, Colin… all of them followed the footsteps of the second Bridgerton son, who settled down first than his siblings against all odds.

Your grandfather knew Lady Danbury through her late husband, and they had become great friends. As you had failed to find a husband to your liking, he and your parents sent you to Mayfair to live with Lady Danbury for the social season and help you find a husband. Which, ultimately, worked.

You were soon engaged to a fine gentleman. He was endearing and kind, and would surely make an amazing husband and father to many children with you. He could provide for you and give you a safe life. Lady Danbury had picked him just for you, and you were comfortable with that decision. That, until you met Benedict.

He had successfully managed to skip most social events, and when he didn't, you never actually saw each other. However, Lady Danbury decided to invite the Bridgertons to your engagement dinner, where you two formally met and changed the course of your lives completely.

Defying social étiquettes, Benedict decided to court you while you were engaged. You masked the yearning to see him with that socially imposed civility of a lady who has to receive whatever gentleman that approaches her.

He wrote you letters and snuck around to see you at night until before your wedding, during which he firmly spoke when it was time to speak or forever hold one's peace.

Under both compassionate and outraged looks, the two of you left that church and began your own love story. After the birth of your second child, the Ton forgot about the scandal behind your marriage and you lived happily ever after until you didn't.

It was one enjoyable afternoon at Aubrey Hall. The entire family was there: Anthony, Kate, Daphne, Simon, Colin, Penelope, Francesca, John, Gregory, Hyacinth, Lady Bridgerton, Lady Danbury, Lord Anderson, and, of course, the latest generation of Bridgerton children.

You and Benedict had made enough Bridgertons yourselves: Benedict II, the eldest, was seven years old, Benjamin, six, Blair, four, Blanche, two, and Béa, five months old.

Lady Bridgerton was ecstatic with the birth of your youngest. She had her granddaughter in her arms while her children and their spouses played pall mall in the broad backyard.

“Are you feeling well?” Eloise asked, noticing how you seemed fatigued.

You nodded, not wanting to miss a moment of the game. “Certainly, El.”

It was getting far too difficult to catch your breath, but you were sure you could control it, at least this once. You couldn't.

The next thing you saw was your husband beside you, holding your hand in his, near his mouth. You could feel the warmth of his words against the back of your hand, and almost hear the prayers falling from his lips.

He was never a man of God, but he considered changing that at the sight of you lying unconscious on that bed for several hours.

“Ben?”

Benedict let out all the breath in his lungs and rushed to hug you. “Thank God!”

You felt weak and dizzy, but didn't want to worry him anymore, so you reciprocated the embrace despite the headache it was causing.

“What happened?”

“We were playing with the family,” he answered. “And you fainted suddenly. We took you to the room and the doctor came to see you. He said that, taking your underlying symptoms into account, it might take hours for you to wake.”

“Oh…” you muttered, trying to ignore the reproach behind his words. “How long has it been?”

“Around five hours,” He sighed. “Do you want something, my love? Water, food?”

You pursed your lips. “Uh, water should be fine. Thank you.”

Your husband nodded and poured water in a glass. Once he sat beside you again, he gave you the water himself, making you smile.

“Where are the children?”

“They are having dinner with Mother.”

“How are they?”

“They are fine,” he assured you, but you knew he was lying. “Do not worry about the children, our family is taking good care of them. Mother is with Béa, so we mustn't worry about her too much.”

You pouted. “She must be hungry, Benedict. She certainly needs me! Bring her to me, please.”

“Are you sure? The doctor said you must rest.”

“Please, Ben.”

He couldn't say no. He could never say no to you.

Benedict was in front of you, sitting expectantly, awaiting your answer.

He wouldn't blame you for anything, for the last thing he should do right this moment is put you under stress. The doctor said that stress or worry would only make it worse, and Benedict wouldn't risk it. You, however, had to tell him the truth.

“They began two months before Béa's birth,” you finally spoke. “It was sporadic at the start, just pain in my chest every now and then, difficulty breathing sometimes, until it turned into something bigger. My heart starts pounding really, really fast, and sometimes I faint like I did yesterday. But now, I-”

Your husband's face was the most afflicted you have ever seen, and you felt guilty for hiding it from him for so long.

“I'm sorry,” A soft whimper left your mouth. “I know I should have told you months ago, but I could not bear the thought of upsetting you over something I was able to control.”

“Is that why you have chosen to carry the weight of your illness all by yourself? To not upset me?”

You nodded. “We are happy. We deserve to be without anything ruining it.”

“The children and I, we are happy. You cannot possibly be happy under the burden of that secret of yours.”

“I never intended for this to happen, I figured it would go away one day, it was never this complicated-”

“I know that, my dear,” Benedict sighed. “I am right here with you, alright? Always.”

You held back the tears. “How did you find out?”

“Dahlia got scared and told me the truth,” he answered, mentioning the involvement of your lady maid. “She said you have been in denial for months, and that this was not the first time this has happened. Your health has been decaying for a long time, but you wouldn't accept it.”

“Ben, I… I am scared.”

“I know,” He looked up at the ceiling and then at you. “Do not be. Everything will be alright.”

He kissed your hand and gave you a sweet smile.

“Thank you for being here.”

“I will always be here for you, Y/N. I love you more than anything,” Benedict replied, swallowing his own feelings. “What if you make some space for me there beside you? Can you do that for me?”

You let out a soft laugh, remembering for a quick second how much you missed your husband's jokes and that whimsical attachment you adored, oh, so much. He always made you feel like the new girl in London who caught his attention and made him do all sorts of follies. You were that girl the day you met, the day you gave birth to your third child, and right this moment. He loved you, and it was so maddening that his delusions passed as hope.

Benedict wanted you to get better, but the doctor said you probably wouldn't.

He thought you were full of life, even when your voice was hoarse and your skin a little too cold for an alive person. He thought you would be fine even when you said goodbye to him every night as if it was gonna be the last time.

What was he supposed to do? He had to hold onto hope. You had to live and see your children grow up. You had to see them marry and carry your grandchildren.

You were merely eight and twenty. You couldn't die and leave him.

Benedict hated it when he realized that he was making it all about him, but how else was he supposed to decipher how he felt about the possibility of losing you? He didn't see himself capable of dealing with your loss and keep going. He couldn't fathom the idea of raising the kids by himself. He didn't know how he would look at little Blanche, who looked exactly like you, and not break down.

“How are you today?”

You smiled weakly. “I am doing amazing, my dear.”

“Is that so?” he inquired with a happy smirk. You nodded. “It is great to hear that.”

“How are you?”

“I am quite content.” Benedict assured you, though the bags under his eyes and the loss of fullness of his cheeks gave away his dishonesty.

But you pretended like you believed him. “How are the children?”

“Quite well. Benedict and Benjamin have started their fencing lessons yesterday,” he said. “Blair has proven herself to be good at reading, quite like you, Blanche has been misbehaving lately but showing her artsy skills. As for Béa, she is growing more each day that passes. She gets along very well with Mother, as you know, so it is alright. They miss you. I have been trying to keep their little minds occupied, but they do.”

You didn't notice when you started crying.

“I wish to see my children grow up. I want to grow old with you, Ben… I'm scared.”

This time, he didn't have the strength to tell you not to be. This time, he cried with you.

“Me as well,” He kissed your forehead and attempted to get up. “Perhaps I should-”

“Please, stay.”

“I do not want you to see me like this.”

You pursed your lips. “Who else if not me?”

Benedict cried more and you felt guilty for being the reason of your husband's was misery.

“I wish to never lose you,” he whispered. “Because… What am I supposed to do if there is no you?”

“I will always be with you.”

“I know.”

You smiled at him, trying to comfort him; but you couldn't.

Nothing you did would ease the pain, nothing other than getting well.

“You cannot lose hope.”

“It is quite easy for you to say, El,” Benedict sighed, looking at the moon. “It is not the love of your life lying on her deathbed. It is not you who will be left alone with five children to tend to. It has been months, and I have no clue what to do. I only want her to be well.”

“I know I am not losing the love of my life, but she is my sister,” Eloise replied. “I hope not to burden you with my pain, too. I cannot bear the thought of losing such a loving soul. She has always inspired me to see the world as she does. And life. Even now, on the verge of leaving, she has managed to show goodness.”

He let out an afflicted sigh. “What did she say to you, Sister?”

She took his hand in hers. “She said that she would leave in peace if she had to. That she trusts us to take care of you and the children. And that she is happy with the life she has lived. She said that she has lived a life full of love, and that is what makes life worth living: the love we give and receive. You have done right by her. You have given her the life and family she always wanted.”

“I do not want to make this about me,” he said. “But I cannot help but to do so. If she leaves us, Eloise, I am leaving right behind her, I- I don't believe myself to have the strength it takes to survive in her absence.”

“You must be strong. For her and your children.”

“I don't want to be strong, I want this to be over.”

“I know, but… didn't the doctor say she was improving?”

“I do not want to have faith for nothing.”

They stayed silent on the swings of Bridgerton House until Benedict thought it was time to go back home. The sun rising announced it.

Once Benedict set foot on his home, he saw you having breakfast with your children. A wide smile spread on his face at the sight.

“Mr. Bridgerton, how dare you return home until after sunrise?” you questioned him amusedly, pointing to the empty seat on the end of the table. He was about to sit where you told him, but the children stood up from their places and ran to him before he could. You laughed. “But it is alright, for I got to surprise you.”

Benedict smiled and walked to you with your second youngest, Blanche, in his arms. “You are out of bed.”

“I am out of bed,” you confirmed with excitement, holding his face with your hand and driving him close enough for to you to peck his lips. “I love you.”

“Daddy!” Blair exclaimed. “Mama read us to sleep last night!”

“Did she?”

“Yes, Father! And Mama saw Benedict and I during our fencing lesson.” Benjamin, your second born, added.

“Mama is getting better, Father.” Benedict, the child, mentioned with a sweet grin, just like his father's.

“She is,” Benedict, the father, confirmed. “And everything will be alright.”

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[mysticpenguincreation]

The funniest and the sweetest thing to me is that Pen and Colin already do behave like they are married even before the wedding.

They go wherever the fuck they want, whenever they want, spend time together completely alone without a fear of being caught even in the most compromising positions. It was somewhat the same vibe before the carriage scene, but after it is like they were set completely free. Being alone in the house with mirror scene and taking Pen from the Featherington house prior to that without any hesitation or asking explanation or permission. When they were riding together back from the house and got the Queen’s pamphlets and how casually they just sit so close together, hands interlocked - they already look like they are married. The kiss after Pen’s girls night with Genevieve and Colin’s bachelor party- them being startled and having this look ‘Just canoodling my wife in front of the shop door. Nothing interesting or scandalous to look at here. Go away’.

They already look so domestic and married without it being stale or boring. They are still the same as they were before the engagement - just more free in their affection with each other in spite of any external circumstances and I’m going to tear up now and cry myself to sleep. Love them with all the warmth in my heart so much.

[whispersoftheton]

Hi, so I have request for Anthony (I know, how unexpected :D )

I was basically thinking about something similar to Penelope and Colin.. Maybe he and reader were friends for a long time, then she hear him speak badly about her and leave London without a word, only to return later (maybe next season?) Anthony doesn't understand what is going on, maybe he has been writing her but she didn't respond. She tells him, that she heard him and doesn't want to talk with him ever again (I just need that angst, ok?! :D ) And of course Anthony is man who would give up easily, so he starts sending her flowers, stealing her from other suitors.. You can basically write anything you want at this point with any ending. Thank you for reading my request and if you decide to write it, I am going to be looking forward to it :D Have a nice day!

Hello nonny! I'm sorry this took me so long, I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: friends to lovers

Word Count: 903

The light glimmered through the glass windows and reflected off the gold-rimmed tea cup sitting upon the pristinely decorated wooden table. Anthony sat in his reading chair in the corner of the otherwise quiet room as he turned the page in the ragged book in his hand when he felt something fall from one of the pages at the far end of it. A flattened, parched rose petal landed on his lap, etchings sketched onto it worn over time—your initials. And there it was. Yet another piece of you slipping between his fingers. The brief memory of your tendency to leave small reminders in scattered books across his library when you were young for him to find as he advanced in his readings—something he carried so fondly in his heart, now a painful reminder of your absence. Suddenly hit with a pang of guilt as he recalled the events that led to your untimely leave. Flashes of the season's final ball, a glimpse of your dress, as you hurried past him while he attempted to catch up to you, not knowing that it would be the last time he saw you for some time. "Gentlemen, there are much better options out there I am sure of it. I would never court her." He flinched at his own words, cursing himself for being so cruel toward someone who had shown him nothing but kindness in the time you'd known each other. He'd had months to ponder on that night, dissecting it in his mind day in and day out. A stack of unsent letters in the corner of his desk haunted him. He'd managed to send a couple, but when no response came, he found it pointless to continue. Still, that did not stop him from writing; never-ending apologies and still-to-be-kept promises lined every letter, hoping you'd find in your heart to forgive him one day.

It wasn't long before a fresh season dawned, with eager eyes from the ton on who would be picked the new diamond. Young ladies everywhere prepared themselves to find their suitor while mamas set targets for the latest eligible bachelors. Violet's notice of this afternoon's garden party was received with a disgruntled huff from Anthony as she brushed him off and continued about her day. The entire Bridgerton family's attendance would be even more significant now with this season's most eligible bachelor looking for his Viscountess. However, Anthony was more prepared for empty conversations and blank stares from barely appealing faces that meant nothing to him than he was to pick a wife from the ton. Nonetheless, he would sign his name on a few dance cards and put on a show for his mama until he could slip out unnoticed. Or at least that was his intention.

You stepped off the carriage onto the gravel floor, the natural light from the night sky glimmering on your dress cascading around you. The queen's ball was one of the highlights of the social season and the perfect moment for you to make an entrance back into society. The last couple of months spent traveling with family was exactly what you needed to move past last season's 'incident.' Your nerves struck at the thought of seeing Anthony tonight. Typically, seeing him would be the only way to get through such events, but after what happened, you weren't sure you wanted to see him at all.

The days passed, and a handful of suitors visited your home. Each greeted with your elated mama as you entertained what felt like an eternity of dulling conversation. No matter how much you tried to engage with them, your thoughts were consumed by none other than Anthony Bridgerton, mainly because your time with these gentlemen was often interrupted by him barging through the door unannounced with an exquisite gathering of flowers in his hand and inserting himself in conversation until the other gentleman was forced to leave. It wasn't until the last suitor of the day was rudely interrupted by one of Anthony's antics that you decided you'd had enough. You politely apologized to him before shutting the door and turning toward Anthony, who sat smugly on the sofa.

"Must you interrupt every time there is a suitor in my home?"

"Oh, was I interrupting something? I had not noticed." His arrogant tone only irritated you further.

"Then why? You would not court me; you made that very clear the prior season. Why will you not allow me to pursue any of these fine gentlemen? Why is it that you insist on ruining my life?"

"Because I care for you!" The outburst caused your breath to hitch. "I have cared for you for as long as I can remember."

"Anthony..." You weren't sure what to say. The words you've been waiting an entire lifetime to hear from the man you'd been in love with for as long as you could remember had your chest feeling like it could explode any second.

"I know I have made a fool of myself and do not deserve your forgiveness, much less another chance. But I will spend every day proving myself to be the man you deserve. If you'll let me." You weren't sure when he'd gotten so close until you felt his thumb skim your cheek, wiping away a slipped-away tear. The delicate touch sent shivers down your spine as you leaned into it. "I love you."

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[bens-underoos]

Colin Bridgerton, the gift that keeps giving…

LMAOOOOO!!!!!! This fool Colin Bridgerton, out here, nodding and agreeing with Benedict telling John to do something foolish and bold then saying ‘No,’ to Benedict’s suggestion that John throw rocks at Francesca’s window…like wut? Forgive him, Mr Bridgerton, much better that he go and scandalously disrupt a pre-engagement dance IN FRONT OF HALF THE TON, or maybe no, he should run after his beloved’s carriage again with THE OTHER HALF OF THE TON who didn’t witness the first display now avidly watching ! Bonus points if he fingers said beloved within earshot of the poor coachmen who will definitely have will have to bleach their ears! And yet you find throwing rocks at a window too bold? FOOLISHNESS! I KNOW what you’re planning to do after your bachelor party- your ass will be deep in Featherington shrubbery while you aim pebbles at Pen’s window and attempt to climb a tree. You are forever unserious, Sir!

[ashironie]

spoilers for tmagp ep 12. im making this on tuesday then relistening and adding more thursday.

i’ll be doing 2 in front of every thought i had on my second listen

Alex doing the title card? maybe a norris case? mayhaps?

2 Is getting of in relation to the bonzo lap dance turned dismemberment?

oh god.. first ep without a transcript… what the actual fuck are they saying

2 Oh thank god i have the transcript… sam actually got some rizz

celia and sam in the off room? i assume that’s why it’s so FUCKING ECHOY

2 Panting? man this guy is out of shape

2 awwww i kinda heard this part my first listen through </3. Alice unrequitedly loves Sam and Sam unrequitedly love Celia who unrequitedly loves Lena who unrequitedly loves Gwen who unrequitedly loves Alice (i don’t ship half these but it is funny to joke about imo)

2 SAM IS SUCH A CHARMER I NO LONGER WANT HIM TO DIE FIRST (sorry colin, looks like your up, and so is your time)

awwww, celam fans are gonna eat good with this one

my headphones are also broke so i can’t hear jack

ALICE YAY!!!!

2 something about alice makes tmagp 10x more understandable

aw but you love him for it :7

SHE IS JEALOUS!!!

he is so not over the institute, sam and alice are alike like that, he’s not over tmi she’s not over him

awwww alice stop being such a pessimist! like please do say it, i want sam to get out of this bullshit alive as much as you but like… yk

2 OH MY GOD “im sure celia would just love that” SALT IN THE WOUND SAM SALT IN THE WOUND!!! SHES IN LOVE WITH YOU YOU IDIOT DONT TALK ABOUT YOUR CRUSH IN FRONT OF HER!!!!

NORRIS!!! I WAS RIGHT!

norris sounds so robotic, i think i even heard him skip a bit. it’s either jonny is too much of a theater kid, or this is actually important to the lore. norris being less human, sounding less emotive, maybe a bit sad? hm? maybe a bit lonely?

2 the skip is on the words “Policy Number: 548651-656” and on “2024” or more specifically the numbers, which isn’t important in don’t think, but really does remind me of tts

fraud?? ooooooOooooOOOOooooo

ha “acting in good faith”

2 love the way Alex says dickheads, it’s so specific and so pointed

hey i know what a stag is!! i watch a british bitch give one to a 70yo! (its a bachelor(ette) party, im pretty sure)

a lunch box? OH MY GOD BONZO! IS IT BONZO OH MY GOD BONZO?

2 don’t you DARE insult my dear dear comic sans

YES BONZO!!! MR BONZOS ON HIS WAY HE WANTS TO STAY HE WANT TO PLAY!!!

wait why does lena want him murdered?

YES IT WONT TURN OFF!!!

wait cheer?

ew, i hate bonzo

ew…

HUG IT WHY ARE YOU HUGGING IT?

ohhhhh it looks not bad

JOEYS BOOTS????

OH MY GOD IS THAT WHO LENA WANTS DEAD?

OR THAT GUY WHOS STAG IT IS

2 “Just then the googly eyes turned to me,” im sorry but that will never not be funny. i am both disgusted by bonzo and think everything he does is hilarious.

oh god

ewwwwww

WHY ARE THEY LAUGHING? oh they didn’t know

wow dude i feel like that’s overkill bonbon

dut do

why is this SO visiral?

2 ugghhh i love the voice acting

His teeth are not soft

alex saying “bonzo…? bonzo bonzo?” is absolutely hilarious (although i don’t think it can top jonny’s “baaaaa”)

“none of us were left whole” WOW DUDE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKIN HAND?

AW SHIT

YEAH SUE EM! SUE EM TO HELL!

GWEN!

HAHA ALICE YES

AHHHH DYHARD MOMENT DYHARD MOMENT!!!

ALICE WAS SERIOUS!!!!

ALICE IS TRYING TO COMFORT GWEN AWWWWWWWW!!!

SERIOUS TALK!

THAT LITTLE GWEN LAUGH!!!!!

I WAS SO SCARED WE WOULDNT SEE GWEN

awww gwen getting her hopes up that alice isn’t fucking with her, so cute

YES!

[9x07]

Okay in honor of the potential 8x06 date, BuckTommy (or perhaps secret BuddieTommy date 👀 gotta get that GA prepared for a throuple with baby steps)? Would they do costumes on Halloween? If so, separate or couples? What would they be?

oh i would love if they did do couple costumes with bucktommy

i definitely think buck if given the opportunity would enjoy a halloween couples costume and maybe he’s a little clipboard buck with tommy and so tommy simultaneously has hearts eyes and is rolling his eyes as buck is like very excited to be openly dating a guy and doing a queer couples costume

I don't know how likely it is but like my dream costume for buck tommy would be some version of a pride and prejudice/regency era costume (mainly cause im a died hard believer that tommy likes love actually because it has colin firth and hugh grant and i feel like he would love a period piece), which could also work for buddietommy in a like ‘lifelong bachelor’ eddie and his two openly queer best friends (which could mean nothing…).

But it’s hard to tell definitively what they would do for bucktommy, because we don’t necessarily know if Tommy is like pro or anti-Halloween costumes because Chimney’s bachelor party was loaded with a context that everybody knew chimney did not want the party and so while I think its entirely possible he wouldn't want to dress up either way especially when on call, but Tommy might have also spoken to chimney because they are also friends and heard nobody else was dressing up but Eddie and Buck, or he could be like Maddie and be somebody who doesn’t really care to dress up for Halloween.

so I think there’s two options of like couples costumes for buck and Tommy or Tommy and Eddie if both buck and Tommy are into it buck could really commit and therefore like get some really cute couples costume like dressing up as queer icons like I would love a Freddie Mercury, but if Tommy kind of begrudgingly but very affectionately goes along with it because he understands that this is something that enjoys and then like maybe they even kind of like plays on that. Like maybe they could do like Clark Kent and Superman with Buck in the Superman costume and Tommy just Clark Kent which is just a guy in a suit lmao. Or if the show like really wants to like hammer the invisible string theory I think it would be like objectively hilarious if they did like a team Jacob team Edward thing and dress up as a werewolf and vampire respectively without referencing it would be really funny like that or like they do like village people with more generic costumes, which again would be incredible funny especially for me as a buddietommy lover if Eddie once again suggests the costume

[myfairstarlight]

Matter Of The Heart

AO3 Link.

Rated: G

Length: 11k, divided in 2 parts

Pairings: polin + peneloise (and very implied creloise)

Spoiler heavy for part 1 (duh), and speculations for part 2 (but beware of book spoilers)

Summary:

The truth of the matter is, Eloise misses Penelope in a way she never expected to. A throbbing pain, stabbing at her heart with every beat spent away from her. A nasty, vengeful, part of her thought, as she endeavoured in an unlikely friendship with Cressida Cowper and paraded in the superficiality of the ton, that Penelope would be just as miserable without her. The satisfaction did not last long, because Colin is now the one constantly chasing Penelope around and laughing with her at the corner of balls. Watching them ignites a new kind of pain within her, one that renders her breathless and dizzy. It turns out, being blind to one’s feelings is a family trait. Or. Season 3 through Eloise’s eyes

*additional notes on ao3. Only an excerpt under the cut!

The truth of the matter is, Eloise misses Penelope. Despite the anger, the betrayal and the hurt, there is care, worry and longing. Penelope has always been a constant in her life, a shoulder to rely on whenever her family would nag her about her reading, and she had thought they would get to spend the rest of their lives together as spinsters. Now, that promise seems like a distant memory, as she watches, from the corner of the room, Penelope trying to talk to a suitor.

She’s aware the other debutantes around her are deep in their conversation, she can even feel Cressida’s gaze upon her back, wondering why she is not even pretending to listen, yet her eyes remain on her former friend.

When she heard of Colin helping Penelope find a husband, Eloise was assaulted by a foreign feeling in her loins. One not so different from the one that took her heart when she saw Penelope in their house earlier that day.

“She’s not seeking a husband in you, I hope?” she had asked, unsure which party she felt that uncomfortable ball of nerve in her stomach for.

“No, I’m merely helping her find one,” Colin had replied, oh so casually, Eloise may be obtuse in other circumstances, but she could read her siblings like a book, and Colin had gulped ever so slightly at the end of his sentence, as if doubting his answer.

So she simply asks him not to bring Penelope to the house, to spare them both the struggle.

She has never paid much attention before, to the way Colin seems so acutely eager for Penelope’s attention. She sometimes caught Penelope’s lingering looks on Colin, and although she simply refused to look deeper into it, she never truly stopped to see if Colin ever returned the looks. To be fair, Colin has been either away at Eton, or out of the country when Eloise found the time to ponder over their friendship.

But now that Eloise no longer actively searches for Penelope, monopolising her attention with an arm intertwined with her, she is all too aware of Colin excitedly filling up the space she has left behind. With the way they behave, in the corner of balls, giggling to themselves, Eloise suddenly wonders why no rumours of courtship have ever travelled across the ton. 

She also wonders why Penelope has never used Lady Whistledown to her advantage, to nudge any suitor she would have set her eyes upon. She could. And yet she does not, in fact, she never misses an opportunity to talk herself or her own family down. If she is so desperate to secure a husband, why not use her greatest weapon? But truly, no matter how close Penelope and Colin behave, no whispers about the scandalous nature of their friendship ever rise, and so naturally, Whistledown does not report on it, Eloise supposes.

Not that it stopped her from exposing her secrets last season when no one else in the Ton was privy to them, she reminds herself bitterly.

“How desperate one must be to enlist the help of an eligible bachelor!” Eloise suddenly hears next to her. She stiffens.

“Surely, it must have been a seduction plan gone wrong,” someone else replies, barely trying to keep it a whisper, “How laughable! He must have taken pity on her.”

Eloise tightens her fists, almost about to argue by sheer instinct, when she catches a head of red curls running for the exit, so she whirls around instead and tries to run after her… friend? Former friend?

… Well, her Penelope.

Only for Colin to catch her first, and she flinches at the way he shouts her name.

She has never seen him like this before, the ire in his eyes as he glares at her, and the fire on his tongue as he scolds her as if she were a child. Eloise has never been one to be at a loss for words, and yet faced with such an unfamiliar sight, she crumbles. She could argue:

You don't know Penelope. The real Penelope. You have no idea what she's capable of. You would not defend her so vehemently if you knew. Especially when it comes to being honest. Even Cressida is more honest than she could ever be.

And yet she keeps it all in, because a part of her doubts it now, seeing the passion in her brother's face and then action as he runs after Penelope's carriage without a second thought (only to dejectedly walk back and call for another carriage to leave). If he knew the truth, she reckons, he would be the same.

Because she recognises that devotion. Anthony was much the same after Kathani Bridgerton, née Sharma, fell ill and almost died.

Read the rest on ao3! x

[austinsmutler]

Austin x reader with prompt “You Drunk?”where Austin comes home late after being with friends..Austin’s drunk attitude takes a turn the reader is trying to help him out but Austin is to stubborn but then realizes his actions.all ends in fluff

Omg thank you so much for this request! I haven't written drunk!anyone before but this idea is so damn cute I had to try :3

"You Drunk?"

Warnings: Alcohol consumption (before the story starts) other than that, nothing! Just tooth-rotting fluff.

Word count: 1300

You weren’t expecting the knock at your door, but you weren’t surprised. Even though Austin had his own set of keys and you’d been living together for almost three years, he still insisted on knocking… well, only if he’d been doing shots. And tonight was his bachelor party and he’d been out with Brad and Colin, so really it was impressive he’d made it up the stairs to your floor on his own.

You were about to check the peephole when ringed fingers you recognized lifted up the mail slot. 

“Helloooo? Oh!”

Blue eyes looked up at yours from the other side of the door. “I missed you.”

His voice was slow and slurry from drinking.

You rolled your eyes and unlocked the door. Austin was on his knees looking up at you like he couldn’t believe you were really there. His white button-up shirt must have come more and more unbuttoned as the night went on, because it was entirely unbuttoned now, only on his shoulders because it was still tucked into the front of his jeans. 

Your fiance looked positively debauched.

He bit his lip as he looked up at you. “Are you mad at me?” He squinted. “Did I wake you up? I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“You didn’t wake me, Aus.” You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing and leant down to help him up. 

Instead, he grabbed your hand and yanked you down for a kiss. If he’d been sober, it might have been cute- but he yanked too hard and you wound up on your back on the hallway carpet. “Austin!”

He hissed through his teeth. “I- ‘m sorry, baby, you just looked so beautiful-” 

Austin’s voice dipped a few octaves lower than usual, to the same one he’d been stuck with after wrapping up filming Elvis. Even with voice coaching, the Southern drawl came back every now and again. Especially if there were jagerbombs involved. 

I’m going to kill Brad and Colin, you swore to yourself before standing and pulling Austin up with you.

He stumbled but you somehow made it to the couch where Austin collapsed, pulling you down on top of him. His hands fisted your pajamas, reveling in the softness of you.

“You smell good.” You let him pull you close for a minute before you stood up. “Where’re you going?”

“You need pajamas.”

Austin looked at his jeans, seeming to notice the entirely-unbuttoned shirt for the first time, a frown slowly forming on his face.

“Don’t leave me.” 

“I’ll be right back.”

He reached for your arm to tug you back down, but you were too fast and disappeared into the bedroom. Luckily, sober Austin was a creature of habit: his gray sweatpants and a ‘keep calm and listen to Elvis’ shirt Brad bought him as a present were always neatly folded below his pillow. 

You stopped by the kitchen to pick up a glass of water and some potato chips. Austin needed to be loaded up with carbs, and you could use a 2AM snack anyway.

“Aus?” You didn’t know what you were expecting when you came back into the living room, but Austin’s jeans were around his ankles and he was fiddling with the buttons on his shirt- the first and last buttons were now done, but the others were in a state of disarray while he tried to un-do them.

You placed the glass of water in his hands and watched him drink it a little too quickly. “I’ll get you another in a second.”

“I don’t want one.” He frowned. You rolled your eyes.

“Well, you’re having one. You’ll thank me in the morning.”

You held up the pajamas and Austin let his head fall back as you unbuttoned his shirt with your other hand. “That’s nice.” 

“Put these on.”

“Maybe you should help me.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“You can dress yourself.” You wrinkled your nose and he pouted.

“Would you do it for Elvis?” He said in that deep Southern drawl that shot heat through your entire body. 

You shook your head. 

“Fine, Darlin’, if that’s what you want.” Austin drawled out every word. How was it possible he didn’t slur in that accent, no matter how many shots he'd had, but when he spoke regularly he was barely understandable?

He pulled on the sweatpants, smirking when he noticed you eyeing his torso. How could you not? Austin was the perfect man, from the well-muscled arms that loved to pull you close at night to the deep V that led your eye straight to his… gray sweatpants. Just gray sweatpants. You tried not to think beyond that waistline.

“No touching, remember?” In an instant he was back to being himself, studying you with a more sober gaze- not sober enough to drive by any means, but sober enough to be aware of the effect he was having on you. Drunk enough to be cocky and a little mischievous about it. “You said I can dress myself.”

“Maybe you need some help with your shirt though.”

Austin pretended to mull the idea over, before sitting back with his arms up, letting you straddle him enough to pull the shirt down over his head. 

Your lips were inches apart, his hands on your lower back, tugging you a little closer. 

“I should get you more water.”

“You should kiss me.”

He tasted like everything; like whiskey and jagerbombs and vodka, like Austin underneath. Your Austin.

Most men could be a little forceful when drunk. They’d pull a woman too close or kiss her so hard their teeth clacked together, all tongues and hair pulling and possession. Then there was drunk Austin.

Austin was the opposite. His touches were feather-light and considerate when he was drunk, as if he thought he might hurt you with the slightest squeeze. 

He pulled you closer just to press light kisses all over your face, from your cheeks to your forehead, nose and chin. 

“I love you.” The drunk slowness in his voice was gone, though his lips still tasted like a night of fun. 

“I love you too.” You kissed him on the lips. “Let me get you more water.”

This time, he didn’t protest. But he did follow you to the kitchen to wrap his arms around you from behind. Austin might not be a possessive drunk, but he was a clingy one. By the time you’d poured him a glass of water your neck had been peppered with kisses, his hands rubbing up and down the soft curves of your stomach. 

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you, baby.” You hummed at his touch. “Drink up. It’s Saturday tomorrow and I want to enjoy my weekend with you before my bachelorette party, preferably not by holding your hair back while you puke.”

“I’ll do my best not to be hungover.” Austin drank every drop of the water, and then another glass. He was still a little unsteady on his feet, but the glassy look was gone from his eyes. 

“If you puke anywhere but the toilet, I’m postponing my party.”

He pouted. “Don’t do that. I feel fine, honest!”

Austin walked into the kitchen door, apparently not noticing it was closed until he smacked face-first into it. It took everything in you to stifle a snort.

“Let’s get you to bed.” You smiled, turning your head so his lips caught your cheek instead of your mouth. He whined a little (clearly not as sober as he looked) but allowed you to lead him to the bedroom. 

Safely in bed and under the covers, Austin pulled you close and kissed the top of your head. “You take such good care of me.”

“Always.” He smelled like fabric softener from the clean pyjamas, but underneath there was his cologne, a dirty mix of musk, leather and sandalwood that suited him perfectly. 

Austin was already half asleep, hand under your pajama shirt so he could feel the warmth of your back, rubbing up and down in a soothing motion. The last thing you heard before falling asleep was the soft rumble of his voice. “I’m going to take care of you tomorrow. And every day after that. I promise.”

[petalsmooth]

Ep 8 should have been Colin and Penelope after their honeymoon in a deserved period of happiness before Cressida crashed it with her blackmail.

The episode should have been them deciding how to respond together, admission by Pen his fears were justified about her discovery but also showing Colin had overcome his jealousy and was proud of her and understood her need for purpose too. As well as side plot of his own manuscripts.

You could have kept the Portia plotting in there, of her being present when Cressida issued the blackmail because I liked her redemptive arc this season. As well as reconciliation with Penelope

You could have actually shown the conversation with Violet.

AND I repeat...THE BOOK SCENE SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN SOME FORM. I will NEVER be ok with her groveling to those people and acting as if the column was worth apology. Horrible story decision by the show to have her apologize to the ton that largely bullied and ignored her. Penelope only owed a few people apology, she did not owe everyone an apology.

Ep 7 concludes with a HAPPY wedding, which theirs wasn't. It should have been. You've had these 2 characters for 3 seasons, the audience deserved that moment and there was no reason needed that angst. Or if you had to have angst, it could have been what we saw with Cressida. Searching for Lady W.D. as the tag line. It did not need to be internal with Polin. Could have had Cressida and the Queen searching if wished it for the drama. without touching the wedding

Mirror scene should have been THIS ep where they REALLY saw each other completely and it could have been before the wedding with the "Stay" line from the book after resolve their dispute. To me this ep should have should have revolved around the wedding preparations and Bridgerton/Featherington women for Pen/bachelor party for Colin alongside with the continued tension from Colin's personal jealousy over her writing that she doesn't understand and finally admits to her as well as fears for her safety with the Queen's hunt.

Ep 6- This is where pick up from ep 5 and should have started with the confrontation had ep 7 at beginning only instead of Colin walking away they have that 2nd fight that gives him insight into why she wrote what she did. They don't resolve it here, but he does take her home in carriage. Still keep the church scene with the bans proceeding and the tension between them would be heaviest in THIS episode Pen still admits to him always loved him HERE, AFTER he knows about W.D. And you see her fight FOR him and make him understand does love and respect him because he's clearly having doubts. That she kept it secret because feared she'd lose the love of her life. Back half you'd have it reversed with Pen's speech about needing a purpose and all the luxuries Men have that women do not with Colin and Pen arriving full circle from that wedding conversation in season 2. That they are very alike in this sense. Still has simmering jealousy under surface he doesn't address yet but the animosity over L.W. disappears. I don't think it should be completely resolved this ep because allows for some tension in ep 7 but not so much the audience is put off by it.

ep 5 can stay mostly as is only instead of Cressida's announcement or Eloise being a black cloud would have had the Eloise/Cressida breakup happen this ep and Penelope and Eloise have a conversation at the engagement dinner working to fragile reconciliation and deciding Pen should respond suspecting what Cressida would do. Queen could have issued her bounty, Cressida could still have resolved to claim she was LW and issue her own pamphlet. Colin could have still seen them huddled together but thought Eloise maybe resolved to fix things after their conversation. Only instead of Pen fainting we have Pen sneaking out of her house at end with Colin spying her and following her and catching her at printer's. Also, personal preference? I would have it stated in conversation with Eloise once she delivered to printer's was going to talk with Colin the next day and finally tell him she was w.d. If the show wants to play up him catching her for drama I am fine with that, but I see no reason they had to write Pen as resolved not to tell him.

This is my idea of a fix it. Now I don't claim to be perfect and people can have some disagreements with it or suggestions to improve but there is still tension, still combines book/show elements but doesn't leave the audience feeling miserable at end imo and has plenty of Colin/Pen, Polin scenes including room to explore both their internal issues.

I also want Colin's book confession of her being his home in there somewhere.

[laremsworld]

Imagine this:

Season 3 starts 5 years after S2. Kate and Anthony have welcomed two kids, Colin was once again travelling and is now coming back, Penelope and Eloise are technically considered spinsters now, but they both look so much more mature and beautiful (not they didn’t were stunning already.) Francesca is married and happy, the kids (Greg and Hyacinth) have grown up, but the one who changed the most is most surely Benedict Bridgerton. Being 33 now, he has his own house quite near to his brother’s and his mother‘s houses. The man, who was so much fun in Season 2, is gone. He stopped drawing, he stopped writing poems, he‘ barely seen on parties nowadays and he even skips his mother’s very own balls during the season.

This is not really communicated in the third season though (mostly because it‘s Polin‘s season and Benedict’s drama is meant to be a side story.)

But after Penelope marries Colin she can’t unsee how everyone seems to have „given up“ on Benedict. Violet, still hoping to find a good match for Eloise, is not even trying to search for someone for Benedict. Kate, who grew pretty close to all her brothers- and sisters-in-law, blocks Pen whenever she tries to talk about it.

One day, shortly after Colin and Penelope return from ther honeymoon, Pen suggests to set up a meeting between Benedict and a drams cousin of hers, but Colin shrugs it off. „We all have accepted that Benedict is not going to marry“, he explains.

„But why? He‘s still pretty young - actually most bachelors are in their thirties when they finally decide to find a wife, so it‘s not too late.“

„It‘s not that“, Colin tells her.

Penelope patiently waits for him to continue. She knows him well enough to not further push for details. He will eventually spill the beans anyway.

„Do you remember the masquerade my mum did a few years ago?“

„The one where I came as a mermaid?“, Pen asks.

Colin laughs „God, this costume really wasn’t made for you.“

Penelope can feel her cheeks getting red. „Let‘s focus on the part where this affected Benedict, please.“

„Alright“, Colin is still laughing. „Do you remember a certain mysterious woman?“

„The lady in silver.“

„The lady in silver“, Colin confirms.

„They danced in the private balcony. Talked a lot, even shared a kiss - don’t tell anyone I told you that though - but when it was time to reveal the faces, she refused to take off her mask and insisted on going. She told him her name - Sofia - and promised to wait for him in the park the next day. And that was it. She never came to the park and we never saw her again.“

„And Benedict has been searching for her for five years now?“, Penelope asks.

Colin nods. „She was wearing gloves with the signature of the Duke of Edinburgh, but when he arrived there, they told him that the Duchess had left the country in the morning, because her daughter was about to marry in Greece. You may know that the Duke himself was half Greek, so apparently he set up a marriage between his stepdaughter and a distant relative before hsi death.“

„Oh, poor Benedict!“

„It was hard“, Colin confirms, „Benedict followed them - I went with him. But when we arrived it was too late. She had already married. Benedict never recovered from that, Pen. It still hurts me to see him so broken. So unhappy…“

In that moment, Penelope‘s lady‘s maid, Maria, enters the room. She has been working for her for five years now (and has been a stable extra during the third season) and Penelope had insisted on taking her with her when she married. Maria places a plate with fresh baked cookies in front of the couple and proceeds to go. „Thank you Sofi-“ Penelope stops in the middle of the sentence.

„Her name is Maria“, Colin laughs, but stops when he sees his wife‘s face of utter shock.

Penelope seems to not even realize that Colin is with her, as she stands up and proceeds towards her lady‘s maid, who looks extremely uncomfortable now. „Sofia Maria Behrakis. What-have-you-done?“

[regencyromantical]

I just re-read Romancing Mister Bridgerton and I have to admit I'm a little upset about one detail they changed in the show. In the book, Colin is speaking at his house privately to his brothers when he says he would never marry Penelope. In the show he's talking to half the eligible bachelor's of the ton at a huge party.

I disagree with that choice. Colin would literally never. He wouldn't embarrass Penelope like that on purpose or in public. He would never say anything like that to anyone who might make fun of her. The context of the book is that his mom is nagging him to get married and his brothers are making fun of him for it, his saying anything about her is in confidence to people he knows also care for and would never judge Penelope - not as a sanctimonious comment to people he's never cared about the opinions of. I love Colin and just feel like that choice for the show was super out of character.

[intothewildsea]

@takenamiss liked for a starter (for colin bridgerton)

Niamh normally enjoyed parties. She liked to talk to people, to hear interesting stories, and to dance. Yet this was a room full of people she didn't know and she felt nervous. Her mother was somewhere, likely partaking in wine and gossiping. Who knew what her father was doing.

That, unfortunately, left Niamh to her own devices. She sorely wished she had a friend to talk to, but they'd only moved there recently, and so she'd yet to really meet any women her age. None of the eligable bachelors had come to ask her to dance. She vaguely wondered if they were put off by her absurd amount of freckles and the wild curls that escaped her hair pins.

Or perhaps they just didn't approach her because she was a stranger. It wasn't as if she had been fluttering about to speak to anyone. Her nervousness had gotten the best of her and she stood off to the side, feeling a bit awkward. Hopefully soon her mother would grow tired and they could leave, saving Niamh from her embarrassment of standing there like a fool.

[boston-babies]

Since Colin and Kyle have been friends since they were kids and both are getting married are they doing a combo bachelor party?

We are!-Kyle

[providing-leverage]

🐝 The Longest Night of Isaac's Life

🐝 Send me a fake fic title and I'll write a summary for it, for this ask game.

In the spirit of bachelor parties and you saying that there should be more unrequited love in this fandom:

"Isaac, I need a big favor. We need a big favor." Colin smiles at Michael, reaching over to take his soon to be husband's hand. "It's not exactly traditional, but neither are we, and I wouldn't ask if I didn't know that you'd be able to pull it off."

When Michael's maid of honor has too much going on to be able to plan his bachelor party, Isaac agrees to combine her ideas with his own plans for a joint stag night. The only problem? He's hopelessly in love with both of the grooms.

Isaac has steeled himself for the pain the wedding would cause him, but first he'll have to get through a night in London filled with parties, pranks, and the two of them reliving the story of how they fell in love.