#justdaydreamsandimagines

[justdaydreamsandimagines]

Kisses in the Study

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

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A/N: I’ve just finished buddy reading the Bridgerton books and thus I am heavily obsessed and refusing to live in the real world because it’s nowhere near as fun as regency land with these charming chaps. Just working on helping to fill the Tumblr void of fanfiction…

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The front door closed softly as you stepped into the settled quiet of the house, the flickering streetlamps quashed in favour of the soft candles along the walls. By now you were very much looking forward to immediately traipsing to bed – an evening at Lady Danbury’s ladies’ night always enough to take it out of even the most experienced of partygoers. Shrugging your cloak from sloping shoulders to drape over the hook beside the hallway mirror, however, you were drawn from your sleepy reverie by the sight of a familiar warm glow slipping from the ajar door to your left. You let out a quiet sigh before slipping off your shoes, hoping to retain the hush that had settled with the emerging stars and the disappearing staff, and padded across the hall towards the tell-tale sign of life.

Not even the high-pitched whining from your push to the large door roused the snoring figure sprawled halfway across the dark oak desk that occupied a large section of the room’s centre. Hair tousled from the long fingers that had run through it in thought, the jacket he’d worn to your dinner now slung over the chaise you usually kept him company from (interpret as persistently annoy, nap, and read from) leaving his well-muscled forearms bare where he’d rolled the sleeves to avoid the inevitable ink spots, it was clear your husband had been holed away almost as long as you had been out of your home. You couldn’t help but sigh once more.

Anthony was perfectly aware of your view that he put far too much pressure on himself, whether directly as Viscount or as head of his increasingly large family or generally his positions in politics and society. Throughout your marriage to one another, you had spent many a weekend hunting him down to pull him out to the sunshine and late nights luring him back to bed with a tactical robe swish and coy smile.

A single lamp at the desk’s corner cast a soft illumination around the otherwise shadowed room; a light that seemed to have read your mind as it caressed your husband’s cheekbones, hugging his broad frame, and tickling the stray strands of chestnut hair hanging over his brow. Great swathes of the ton constantly declared the Bridgerton brothers interchangeable, ‘once you’ve encountered one you’ve encountered them all’ had many a wife and sister seeing red in the tea rooms even a particularly memorable run-in at the modiste involving an outspoken (supposedly previously jilted) debutante and Sophie Bridgerton. But this couldn’t be farther from the truth. It was in the way Anthony (usually) held his tongue in public whereas Colin had more than once had to be pulled away from declaring a duel in the minute of the street, it was Benedict’s blossoming success in the art world alongside Colin’s ventures in publishing his journals, it was Gregory sneaking his peas to Daphne in exchange for her carrots and the pairing off that the eight siblings had subconsciously created. Anthony was never just Bridgerton #1 or Viscount Bridgerton. He was a husband, a protector, a quick wit and occasionally a comic, an accomplished horseman, an intensely competitive personality, a constant presence by your side with a hand upon yours or your arm whenever you left the house together – much to the chagrin of society who felt spouses should exist separately in the social sphere, heaven forbid showing any affection. He was a surrogate father to his youngest siblings, a fierce pall mall player, a shoulder for his mother even after she had moved into Number Five, the eldest child but truly sometimes with the maturity of Daphne’s youngest boy.

Here in the relative darkness of the home you shared, all those things flooded the space around you. The temptation to leave the snoozing man to what would inevitably be a sore neck and dead arm come morning as an ‘I told you so’ was weighing against your sudden, though really always present, desire to drag him with you so that the two of you could curl up with one another in the warmth and comfort of mounds of sheets and sleep in his embrace.

Your inner argument was taken from your hands when, as you took a few steps closer, the once peaceful murmurs became a discontent snort that became a full-body jerk that left Anthony upright in the chair and blinking heavily into the gloom. “Good evening Lord Bridgerton, is there something wrong with your bedchamber?”

Clearly previously unaware of your presence in his study, the jarring sound of your voice at his side shook the last of the sleep from the dishevelled gentleman’s body. Attempting to fight a yawn that threatened to dispel his argument, Anthony turned with a sheepish smile, “I thought I’d just cast a quick eye over the accounts George sent over today before you came home so you had my undivided attention darling.” Cocking an eyebrow at your husband, he could already tell you didn’t believe a word emerging so eloquently past his yawns.

Appearing to finally take note of your attire, however, a small smile found its way across his handsome features. “Knowing Lady Danbury as I do, I assume I’ve been sat here much longer than I originally thought if I am waking to your return? I do hope you didn’t lose ALL of our money hmm?” You dropped a light kiss across his temple that made him shiver despite the still warm room, before standing back with your hands placed upon your hips.

“I shall blame your not so thinly veiled insult to my abilities on your exhaustion mon cœur, although I am now reconsidering sharing my winnings…”

A long arm slowly reaching out in your direction signalled that your husband, who was smirking sleepily, had decided to pursue the distraction route in penance for overworking himself and the light-hearted dig. Too tired to give him a lecture, knowing he truly meant well most of the time and finding it dreadfully difficult to form any objection to the warmth of his hand on your skin and the earnest love in his eyes, you allowed a hand to hook behind your back and pull you to rest on your husband’s well-built thighs. Time together was often sparse during the weekdays with his responsibilities and your social expectations but, now two years into your marriage and still just as loved up as your courting days, Anthony had become determined to carve out time with you. He had even endured his brothers’ ribbing on a visit to the Vauxhall Pleasure Gardens one summer day just to see you beaming as everyone picnicked, allowing you to feed him and laughing together at his younger siblings’ antics with you draped across him. But these would always be your favourite times. Having to abandon your love at the end of every ball, promenade afternoon, or luncheon during your brief courting period had been painful and thus being able to sit or curl up with your husband (the title still forming butterflies in your stomach at the idea of Anthony Bridgerton, all yours at last) was truly the highest of blessings. You held him tighter and heard him sigh with contentment in response, light kisses dancing along your increasingly exposed shoulder in pursuit of the heat spreading as if from your very heart and soul.

Neither of you knew how long you sat together like that, head resting on his shoulder as Anthony absentmindedly kept himself awake gently releasing your hairpins and running the other hand so gently up and down your spine that you began to slip between consciousness. The fruity drinks from earlier in the evening mixed sweetly with the soft kisses being pressed to your forehead and the feeling of your husband’s strong hands now moving their way under your arms and covered legs to pull the two of you away from the desk. He attempted to keep his steps light, staying aware of the many obstacles that stood between him and the comfort and security of the bedchamber on the floor above.

Anthony felt you stir gently in his arms when his foot had reached the final stair before your door. There were so many things the eldest Bridgerton had foreseen that would make up his future but the happiness he currently held like a precious gem never even crossed his mind. He had been old enough to remember much of his parent’s marriage and love story, though it became merely a dream or a fairy-tale once he became the patriarch of his family. Now, Anthony Bridgerton could allow himself these little moments, and the hope it would only continue to flourish and bloom – perhaps to allow him as his brother had, little combinations of himself and the love of his life. For now, though he was quite content to keep you all to himself.

“Tony?” Your lidded eyes looked to him, where he realised he’d been so lost in thought that the clock had ticked by another ten minutes in the same spot.

“Yes, my dove?”

A delicate un-gloved hand reached to cup his cheek, drawing your eyes together as though they may be able to hold the sheer immensity of emotion brimming.

“I love you.”

“As I love you, with every fibre of my being love.”

Clinging tighter to his broad body that shielded you, “take me to bed dear husband.” “As you wish Lady Bridgerton, as you wish.”

[labrunereve]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝔅𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔠𝔱 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔱𝔬𝔫 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ⋆·˚ ༘ *

💯 super great fic║⭐️ chef’s kiss

𓆤 Paint With Me by @magpiencrow

Summary: It turns out multiple stages of a relationship can be forged over art.

𓆤 It is Just Tea by @leahsficemporium ⭐️

Summary: You drink some of Benedict’s special tea and now Benedict must take care of you until the effects wear off. With such a tea in your system, you can’t help but bring up some truths you’ve been hiding and Benedict is right there to comfort you.

𓆤 Benedict Bridgerton and Marriage by @iliveiloveiwrite 💯

Summary: Daily life headcanon having Benedict Bridgerton as your husband.

𓆤 A Love Story by @notmysunnydale

Summary: Benedict finds Y/N in the library, hiding from the party occurring just outside.

𓆤 8.05 p.m. by @magicalxdaydream

Summary: Benedict is amazed when you arrive at a ball.

𓆤 365 Days of You by @promenadewithme ⭐️

Summary: It’s the reader’s birthday, and Benedict decides to give her the most romantic present of all.

𓆤 This and the Next by @iliveiloveiwrite

Summary: Benedict hasn’t painted a thing in two weeks. He’s beginning to think he won’t paint again, but a Smythe-Smith musicale and the reminder of your love has him once again reaching for his brushes.

𓆤 My Heart, My Future by @make-me-imagine 💯

Summary: Benedict prepares a splendid surprise for the reader, one that requires him taking out a special box.

𓆤 High by @thebadgerclan ⭐️

Summary: Your husband comes down from Colin’s tea…

𓆤 Muse of Mine by @murswrites

Summary: You’re his muse and therefore his favorite thing to paint.

𓆤 A Melodic Language by @writeroutoftime

Summary: After a fight, Benedict tries to connect with you once more through music.

𓆤 A Lovely Sight by @writeroutoftime ⭐️

Summary: On a sunny, spring day, Benedict can’t help but capture the lovely sight before him.

𓆤 Back to Bed by @mrsbbridgerton 💯

Summary: Your husband pulls you back to bed, straight into his chest.

𓆤 As a Kite by @saintlike78 ⭐️

Summary: A stressed artist and “travellers powder” - a quite amusing mix, but not during family dinner.

𓆤 A Bet Between Lovers by @saintlike78 ⭐️

Summary: You believe that Daphne and the duke will be engaged before the end of the season… your husband on the other hand does not - why not bet on it?

𓆤 Hands by @ijustwant2write ⭐️

Summary: Hands are every artists worst nightmare, it’s always best to have a real model for help.

𓆤 Beloved Countryside by @alcottsangel

Summary: Benedict and Y/N enjoy their family life in the countryside.

𓆤 Painter’s Muse by @libraryofloveletters ⭐️

Summary: Benedict finally found the perfect muse for his painting.

𓆤 A Fitting Distraction by @benedictscanvas

Summary: In which a game of pall-mall is afoot and you and your husband, Benedict, engage in a bit of harmless spying on your brother-in-law.

𓆤 Best Behaviour by @dragon-baron

Summary: Benedict Bridgerton is oblivious when it comes up to his own feelings.

𓆤 Lullaby by @fanaticalfantasist 💯

Summary: Benedict spends the day with his children while reader hangs out with the ladies.

𓆤 Helen of Troy by @sometimesiwritesstuff ⭐️

Summary: Y/N has habit of scaring possible suitors away but maybe Benedict could be one that stays.

𓆤 An Evening in the Clouds by @justdaydreamsandimagines

Summary: Benedict falls in love at first sight with the reader.

𓆤 And Now I See Daylight by @wonderlandprose ⭐️

Summary: Benedict seemed to completely change his view on love after meeting the reader.

𓆤 A Secret Skill by @fanaticalfantasist 💯

Summary: Reader’s frustrated on Benedict, but that led to some shocking revelations about her skill on a particular sport.

𓆤 Word on the Street is… by @writers-hes 💯

Summary: Word on the street is that after years of seclusion from The Ton, you were back and a certain Bridgerton had his eyes on you.

𓆤 Midnight Dances by @gryffindors-weasley ⭐️

Summary: Upon your first week settling into your estate as a newlywed couple, you share a moment alone.

𓆤 Late Nights, Early Mornings by @gryffindors-weasley

Summary: When you can’t sleep, Benedict will always be there.

𓆤 She’s a Lady by @anthonysharmaa 💯

Summary: Y/N isn’t considered a proper ‘lady’ by members of the ton yet one Benedict Bridgerton would disagree with them all. Even if she did swoon into his arms.

𓆤 [Untitled] by @starryeyedstories

Summary: Family and friends constantly point out how compatible you are with Benedict Bridgerton.

𓆤 [Untitled] by @starryeyedstories 💯

Summary: Benedict as a papa. Imagine how fluffy it would be!

𓆤 A Tale of Two Proposals by @starryeyedstories 💯

Summary: After a few months of courting, Benedict has a question for you.

𓆤 [Untitled] by @starryeyedstories ⭐️

Summary: When Benedict feels like everything’s going wrong with his art, maybe all he needs is a kiss from the reader.

𓆤 [Untitled] by @starryeyedstories ⭐️

Summary: Accidentally bumping noses with Benedict when you’re about to kiss.

𓆤 Young Love by @bennybr1dge

Summary: You and Benedict have loved each other from a very early age. Having grown up around each other. However, both of you are silly and don’t say anything to one another for years.

𓆤 [Untitled] by @iliveiloveiwrite

Summary: Benedict Bridgerton and the shift from friends to lovers.

𓆤 Start Again by @iliveiloveiwrite

Summary: Benedict never knew he could be jealous of his brother, until it comes to you.

𓆤 Deception by @heloisedaphnebrightmore ⭐️

Summary: Violet’s constant search for a wife for her second eldest son has become too much for Benedict. The only escape he sees is to ask you to pretend to be courting each other. But how long will it work for with your feelings eating you up from the inside.

𓆤 Wrong Conclusion by @regencyslxt

Summary: Imagine reconnecting with Benedict after a less than easy split.

𓆤 Behind the Bushes by @shelby-love

Summary: After an evenful nightly escapade in which you and Benedict were the main characters, you find yourself letting him in on your deepest passion. Confused with feelings you never thought you would experience, all it takes for them to set loose is a simple drawing. But the fear of them being one-sided was ever present too.

𓆤 Forgive Me by @benedictscanvas

Summary: In which you think Benedict doesn’t like the idea of you marrying but really he doesn’t like the idea of you marrying anyone else.

𓆤 I Wonder What It’s Like to Be Loved by You by @iliveiloveiwrite ⭐️

Summary: You’ve loved him for as long as you can remember. Is this the season where he finally realises?

𓆤 My Whole World by @wonderlandprose ⭐️

Summary: Benedict rushes home after he got the letter that his son is ill.

𓆤 Fainted by @alcottsangel 💯

Summary: Y/N faints at a ball at Aubrey Hall, leaving Benedict to fear loosing the love of his life.

𓆤 Jealousy, Jealousy by @scandalous-chaos ⭐️

Summary: Lady Whistledown’s newest drama was her theory about how Y/N and Anthony were dating, and a certain Bridgerton brother starts to get pulled into a rabbit hole of investigation. Mostly to cover up how he was jealous.

𓆤 Faithfulness and Inhibitions by @writers-hes ⭐️

Summary: Benedict Bridgerton showed you the world that he kept hidden and feelings of worry ensue.

𓆤 Fear by @fact-fictionx ⭐️

Summary: Benedict and the reader has always been close, but he couldn’t get the courage to tell her how he felt about her… until it’s finally time for her to find a husband.

𓆤 Foolish by @make-me-imagine ⭐️

Summary: The reader is Benedict’s best friend and is in love with him. When her cousin comes to London and Benedict starts courting her, the reader was left heartbroken.

𓆤 Untold Truths by @itsmercurial 💯

Summary: It is a truth universally acknowledged that there is a perfectly curated image that men and women of the 1800s display to attract suitable matches. One would think that the highly honorable Bridgertons do not fall prey or become predators to this dishonesty… A visit to a certain modiste proves otherwise.

𓆤 Ties That Cut by @writers-hes ⭐️

Summary: The Bridgertons are great friends of your family and you find yourself particularly close to the artist. While your ties with Benedict Bridgerton has proven to be one of the things you and Benedict treasure the most, your fear of the unknown has only resulted to more pain and pining. As you traverse through adulthood, you found yourself growing together and then, growing apart.

[stcverogers]

ANTHONY BRIDGERTON!

a list of anthony masterlists that i have been reading and obsessing over

this is extremely important and i take this very seriously out of respect for the community. please do remember to read the rules for the respective blogs before interacting with or reading them.

masterlist

↳ masterlist by @pinkandblueblurbs

↳ masterlist by @iliveiloveiwrite

↳ masterlist by @fangirlings-things

↳ masterlist by @magpiencrow

↳ masterlist by @ijustwant2write

↳ masterlist by @peterpparkrr

↳ masterlist by @just-iimagine

↳ masterlist by @butterflybuckethat

↳ masterlist by @genyaakostyk

↳ masterlist by @dreamwritesimagines

↳ masterlist by @crazyk-imagine

↳ masterlist by @make-me-imagine

↳ masterlist by @anthonysharmaa

↳ masterlist by @thegossipoftheton

↳ masterlist by @bridgertoncore

↳ masterlist by @a-robbinshoe

↳ masterlist by @goldfearless

↳ masterlist by @justdaydreamsandimagines

↳ masterlist by @writeroutoftime

↳ masterlist by @velvetcloxds

↳ masterlist by @libraryofloveletters

↳ masterlist by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

↳ masterlist by @velvetcloxds

↳ masterlist by @a-robbinshoe

↳ masterlist by @fangirlings-things

↳ masterlist by @mothdruid

[michael-loves-chickens]

Bridgerton Fic Rec Masterlist

(I reached the max amount of mentions in this post, so mentions will now be found in the comments)

Masterlists

Masterlist @regencyslxt

Masterlist @heloisedaphnebrightmore

Masterlist @shelby-love

Masterlist @just-iimagine

Masterlist @genyaakostyk

Masterlist @writeroutoftime

Masterlist @iliveiloveiwrite

Masterlist @lxncelot

Masterlist @mrsbbridgerton

Masterlist @gryffindors-weasley

Masterlist @ijustwant2write

Masterlist @vintunnavaa

Masterlist @butterflybuckethat

Anthony Bridgerton

Credence @the-decency-of-merciful-lies

How far is too far @writingmyimagination

sham, pride, and illicit affairs. @peeterparkr (series)

Coming home again @misstonybridgerton (Masterlist)

My centerfold @inconsistentwriting

On His Mind @inknopewetrust

Stairs Solve Problems @ladywhistleclown

An old friend @imgoingtofreakoutnow

Anthony Bridgerton having a soft spot for you would include: @libraryoffandomsuniverse

An old friend @imgoingtofreakoutnow

Heart in Chains @hvproductions

xFem!Reader @daydream-hoe

Causing A Fuss @ijustwant2write

False Accusations Part 2 @iwritesiriusly

Everyone Loves A Masked Ball, Don’t They? @for-bebbanburg

Overstep @pinkandblueblurbs

Anthony Request @pinkandblueblurbs

Ignorance is bliss Part 2 @writers-hes

Proud Hearts @vintunnavaa

Priceless @butterflybuckethat

Benedict Bridgerton

Work of art @nelleicrain

Random Benedict imagine @sarahwaris

Short imagine @ladyanthonybridgerton

Being Benedict’s Muse @libraryoffandomsuniverse

Rumors Spiral @inknopewetrust

the art of pining @fqjth

untold truths @daydream-hoe

Disaster bisexuals @queenofthelandandsea

A million heartfelt thanks for your love @hvproductions

missing your smile @musical-shit-show

Secrets @disasterofastory

Kisses of fire @highpriestessrebek

Could have danced all night @musical-shit-show

Altercation Part 2 Part 3 @the-decency-of-merciful-lies

Sensibility @inkwellandcrone

An Artistic Dilemma @ithebookhoarder

An Evening in the Clouds @justdaydreamsandimagines

Lost in Translation @nelleicrain

Of Second Sons and First Loves @starryeyedstories

Colin Bridgerton x reader or oc

Fluff @ladycliffbelle1814

Secrets @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms

Champagne Problems @tricksters-captain

Youthful @magpiencrow

Daphnes Bridgerton

Daphne x fem reader @celebrities-imagines

Eloise Bridgerton

(No works yet)

Bridgerton Sibling

Sibling rivalry @ynbridgerton

Your highness/I’ll be in ruins for you @sumsebien

Prince Friedrich Series @onlymexsarah

Bridgerton Boys

(No works yet)

Simon Basset

(No works yet)

Prince Friedrich

love to hate you @milkbaer

[justdaydreamsandimagines]

Okay, so can I please request some Anthony fluff? Just something soft with a wife!reader. Maybe she’s laughing and joking with his siblings and someone (probably Colin lol) says something about her deserrving the Bridgerton name or something because she gets on so well with them and just fits their vibe? idk, just some anthony x wife! reader with some of the other Bridgertons.

(i just wanna be apart of the family)

Oh, don't we all! Until then, I hope that I can do justice to your lovely request and make you a position befitting a Viscountess.

A/N: I started this with the intention to have it be a little fluffy snippet but as always it's truly gotten away from me so! Enjoy this fluffy peek into our favourite large Regency family and their loves.

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

Loud laughter greeted Anthony as he pushed open the doors to the drawing-room of his home. Having left Bridgerton House for a brief meeting with the Duke of Hastings (eventually, they'd returned to their schoolboy friendships since his sister's marriage, after much cajoling from their respective, and formidable, wives), the Viscount was taken aback by the sudden presence of his eternally-expanding family. Anthony had hoped to find his wife alone on his return, fully looking forward to kicking off his boots and throwing his coat to one side before spending the rest of the beautiful day enjoying the love of his life in every place across the estate he could come up with. It appeared, however, that society had other intentions for him seeing as the said object of his affections was currently the centre of his siblings' attention in the centre of their brightest receiving room instead. Y/N had taken up prime position on his favourite chair, as she so often did when entertaining without him as if it provided her with a sliver of the comfort and support his presence did, and was flitting expertly between a conversation with Benedict about an exhibition they were hoping to visit across town and braiding Hyacinth's hair so that it sat just as she'd seen in a new kind of magazine.

His wife. His Viscountess. The reason he got up most mornings, the woman with the twinkle in her eye and usually the extra bun in her hand, the friend (how odd his younger self would have found him, he thought, to consider his wife his best friend) who had him laughing into his soup and lounging, among other activities, under the trees across the grounds. The person whose laugh always seemed to call to him across ballrooms and the face he sought whenever her hand was not against him. This woman who had him chase her through the season, asking for dances, bringing flowers, reading her favourite books, even sitting with her mother through tea on more than one occasion. His partner in all things public and private but importantly his biggest champion, even when perhaps he himself was not. This was the woman he would fight all the Dukes and Princes in the world for one moment with, let alone to have pledged his every day for the rest of his ridiculous and chaotic life.

It wasn't until he heard a most ungentlemanly guffaw erupt from the brother who had slid next to him, with a sandwich he'd clearly pinched from a tray by their family, that the eldest Bridgerton was finally pulled from his reverie. Anthony's siblings had never pulled their punches about ribbing their oldest brother at any opportunity, but since the arrival of their newest sister-in-law, they simply couldn't believe how much new content they had. As it was, Colin was still chuckling around his stolen sustenance. "Doesn't it just make you want to recite poetry from the rooftops dear brother mine? I can practically see the hearts in your eyes, Prince Charming."

Thankfully, Colin was rescued from his inevitable fate at the hands of the Viscount by a sudden eruption of laughter from the room before them. Their attentions are caught by the bright red blush now making its way across Benedict's face across from the bizarre sight of Eloise struggling to breathe and clinging to the Viscountess as if she were the only thing keeping her in her seat. Even their usually better-reserved mother appeared to be tittering behind her teacup and Y/N looked rather bashfully pleased with herself at the effect her comment had clearly had on her family.

"Are you sure you didn't happen upon our long lost sister and marry her accidentally?"

Anthony instinctively prepared his signature glower and what would inevitably have been a rather well-rehearsed and utilised chastising, but one glance across the room had the breath knocked from him rather uncharacteristically at the dazzling but mischievous smile being shot at him by his equally ethereal wife. As it had been since their very first meeting, all the noise and bodies around them seemed to melt away into a fuzzy haze. The bustle of rooms ceased to exist and there was nothing even his meddlesome family could do that would draw him from the gaze of the one person who seemed to peer directly into his soul and still come away beaming and with a face mirroring his own adoration.

Both elder Bridgerton boys wiggled their brows at him suggestively, inches away from making some unseemly joke or another, but Viscount Anthony Bridgerton was far too busy striding towards the woman grinning at him with their niece now settled contentedly atop her lap. Society be damned, he thought to himself, a wide smile gracing his face as he took her cheeks in hand and kissed her with every ounce of love and passion he held - for their past, present, and future.

[justdaydreamsandimagines]

Can I request a one shot of Draco x reader where the reader is bisexual and she is dating Draco and has decided to tell him but is nervous and scared of his reaction. She tells him and he says that he knows since before they got together he would see her check out other girls and it ends all fluffy?

Absolutely I can, thank you so much, I hope I did it justice for you <3 sorry for the delay long week! as my first lovely requester, you get 2 cute Draco gifs for the price of one (and because as a pansexual Libra with anxiety I can't make choices...)

A/N: I'm glad I apparently give off queer energy because, especially as a teenager still figuring herself out, these little 'coming outs' to new partners and friends can feel so intimidating and you can end up worry yourself silly. I hope this reassures at least one person, that the right people will stick around. Also, I may have gotten a little carried away here...

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Being a teenager is weird and confusing and difficult for everyone, but when you add grappling with your romantic and sexual identity to that? It can make you want to curl up in several duvets and hide in your four-poster or be swallowed up by the Giant Squid. Reading a muggle magazine your friend had not so covertly loaned to you one day, however, and discovering the term 'bisexual' was like when you'd put on your Hogwarts robes and sat at your house table for the first time. That feeling of lightness and belonging would forever be difficult to replicate but this was as close as you'd ever felt since, a recognition of yourself. It still wasn't a hot topic at Hogwarts, so there was no big coming out, but you found yourself revealing it to each person you felt comfortable sharing with.

The only person close to you you hadn't had the conversation with was your boyfriend Draco.

Dating Draco Malfoy was nothing short of wonderful. Somehow you'd stayed pretty separate in your early school years, paired up in the occasional lesson and civil smiles shared across hallways - kindness from you to everyone you knew, a far rarer sentiment from the blonde Slytherin. But when fifth-year came around you found yourselves in more classes together, then bumping into each other in the library and moving to study together, then getting lunch together and opening up to one another. Finally, he had turned on his heel to face you on the way out of the Great Hall one day and asked you on a proper date, which became a second and third and fourth and then the comfortable loving relationship you built together.

It wasn't that Draco had ever given you a reason to think he would react badly but people had surprised you before (sometimes for the worst) and girls and boys alike had been cruel to your face. Some of the girls in your house stopped wanting to come to your dorm or be in the changing rooms worried you'd 'make a move' or something dumb and a few people went down the 'greedy and threesomes' avenue which was... equally not as fun... So the idea that your Draco would ever look at you like that wasn't worth thinking about. Pansy was adamant you should talk to him and that, despite his prejudiced hideous father's own views (though Pans may have used different words), he wouldn't even think of being so cruel. Something she endeavoured to shake into you at any and all times.

That hadn't completely stopped your worries but you did begin to start preparing yourself to tell him. Unfortunately, ever the perceptive observer, Draco seemed to take this nervousness and stress as being about your relationship. He noticed all the late nights in your dorm without him, the sweaty palms that drew away from him in the corridor, the extra time spent with Parkinson huddled together and clamming up when he arrived - just one would have been enough to send a poor guy a little insane. He's about a snitch's wing away from a full breakdown when Draco Malfoy finds himself sitting with you curled up against his side for warmth in a gradually emptying common room one Friday night.

He's been struggling to breathe since you sat down but was honestly so glad you'd snuggled yourself next to him that he'd begun to forget the weeks of worrying. Not realising of course, that you were also sat there filled with anxiety at the prospect of baring yourself to him. When you suddenly drew yourself to sit with your legs crossed facing your boyfriend, he thought his heart and stomach were going to drop out of his ass. Expecting the worst, Draco inhales sharply and clings to his knees before looking at you with eyes akin to a kicked puppy dog.

You knew waiting any longer would just keep you talking yourself out of it so, with your fingers gravitating to fiddle with the silver locket Draco had clasped around your neck on your birthday, you sucked in a breath and barrelled every word you could in the direction of the Slytherin across the sofa.

"I need to tell you something. I don't want to have to hide any of myself from you anymore when you've tried to be so open and vulnerable with me." Hands moving from nervous fiddling to anxious gestures, you explained the muggle magazine, the conversations with friends and internet interactions, pinning down your identity and shaping the journey to him up to being comfortable in your bisexuality, Draco stayed terrifyingly silent through it all. His lack of response and the worry already bubbling around you only serves to worsen your verbal diarrhoea and give him an out.

"Obviously if you don't want to deal with me anymore or you don't trust me or or you need more details or less or you don't I mean you don't believe me -"

The feeling of slender fingers wrapping themselves around your hands dragged you from your stormy mind to meet the intensely affectionate, painfully soft gaze of the Malfoy greys. Being drawn out of your rambling and fear, you finally realise he's looking at you with love but also as though you have grown an extra head? Merlin's beard, he must think you're disgusting and is just being kind to let you down slowly. What you don't expect are the words he chooses next.

"Don't be daft."

"Pardon?" Godric he thinks you're making it all up, he hates you -

"Wait. Were you worried about telling me? Is THIS why you've been distant and secretive? Y/N I THOUGHT YOU WERE LEAVING ME!" Your distinguished blonde boyfriend practically throws his head back with the giggles that suddenly wrack his body, before evidently getting a grip on himself at the lack of colour still evident across your face. At this point Draco doesn't think anything he could say will stop you from looking like you'd just encountered a dementor, instead, he turns on the sofa and wraps his long arms around your body to pull you as gently as possible onto his lap.

"Oh, my dove." He breathes soft reassurances against your temple, quelling your thrumming heart and mind with his heartfelt sentiments and tight cuddles that wrap you in physically and emotionally pillowed comfort.

Draco pulls away only to take your cheeks in his hands and draw your gaze to his. He needs you to know, he says, that he knew or at least suspected in some sense, but there was no word for it in his upbringing so perhaps you'd opened things up for him too.

"Importantly, centrally, solely, it is just another part of you to know and love," each word punctuated by a soft kiss to your face, "I am yours as you are mine, nothing, not even being savaged by a Cornish Pixie, would drag me away from you."

Feeling the heat creep up your cheeks, you can only bury your face in his shoulder and tighten your hold on him. Being in a relationship with Draco doesn't make you any less bisexual, it doesn't make you any less deserving of his love, it is another thing to know about you; like the way you have your morning drink, the order you get dressed, the way your face lights up when you tell stories, the feel of your hand in his when he sees his family owl arrive at breakfast. All you, all his, all together.

You stay entwined in one another for what could be hours or days, breathing in sync, sharing smiles and kisses, happy in the comfortable silence.

"Of course, I started to catch on in third year," you raise an eyebrow in question to him. "You're far less subtle about flirting with and eyeballing girls than you ever were about your feelings for me!"

Attempting to stifle a giggle of your own, you fail to smooth your face into severity. "Shut up Dray."

"Yes ma'am."

[justdaydreamsandimagines]

A Shirt A Day Keeps The Captain Away // Steve Rogers

A/N: I kind of kept running with this one because I loved the soft fluffy idea with Steve, maybe a little out of character? It’s not high art or big plot it’s just lots of silly for your day <3

(I ventured a smutty ending to this which involved an Avengers top with Cap lingerie, but I feared my best friend would take my Tumblr away!)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

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It had been Steve who suggested you started training with Natasha about a year into your relationship, after a hairy incident with some attempted muggers in front of your shared Brooklyn apartment who hadn’t realised they’d chosen Captain America’s girlfriend to sidle over to one night.

So why on earth when he walked into the gym where you stood beside the redhead had the most thunderous look slapped across his face? Steve had never been quick to anger, quick to protect or even to rib someone about something (the “language” incident still fresh in the compound’s jokes), but never to cruelty or rage – especially not towards or even around you. It was Nat’s wide eyes and incessant elbowing that drew your attention to the brooding super soldier in the doorway but the smile his presence always raised on your face dropped with a sweep of his eyes over you before he huffed and turned on his heel.

“What the hell was that all about Y/N??” Natasha let out in bewilderment when you were alone again.

It wasn’t until that evening that any of you caught on to what was rubbing Steve Rogers the wrong way. Hanging out in the plush living room whenever you stayed over in the compound had become a comforting staple of the evenings, so it’s where you found yourself after your shower and nap. Comfort was indeed the name of the game for you to lounge on one of the sofas until everyone was done for the day to join, so the Iron Man sweatshirt Tony had thrown your way after he found you and Steve in a cupboard at his party adorned your torso over the jogging bottoms you’d left out for just such an evening. Nat joined you once again, this time with Bruce and Wanda in tow – all thankfully carrying armfuls of snacks and drinks – before everyone else piled in to help themselves while they waited on Bucky and Steve.

“So, Odinson, how’s New Asgard since I was last there? Valkyrie promised me a holiday and Korg owes me a remashf!” you direct to the blonde laid out across from you, taking a mouthful of your favourite dessert. The God of Thunder’s reply was cut short however, by the sound of the two super soldiers charging into the common area, Bucky’s head firmly under his friend’s arm before he escaped and threw himself behind your sofa.

“Rescue me Y/N he’s got it in for me!” was the not so manly cry that came over your shoulder as the two of you fell about laughing, ignorant to the companion who had skidded to a stop in front of you.

Only Steve’s attempt at quiet retreating footsteps brought you to your senses, as you once again had to watch the back of your partner as he left. With a dramatic huff of distress, you flopped down against the sofa and into Bucky’s lap where he had settled himself.

“Will somebody PLEASE enlighten me on what I or somebody else has done to the lovely cuddly Steve bloody Rogers before I disintegrate?!”

Having had all afternoon and now a fresh incident to muse on, Natasha ventured her newest conspiracy on the subject with a cackle that had her nearly knocking poor Sam’s beer out of his hand. “Of all the people I never took Mr Freedom Fossil himself to be a jealous person!” This cleared the situation up for absolutely nobody, the entire room now looking to the redhead in varying states of confusion, with frowns and raised eyebrows inviting her to elaborate. “What top did you wear to training today Y/N?” “I don’t know? I’ve just about gained back the ability to breathe after you knocked me on my ass six times!” Rolling her eyes, your friend leaned forward to gesture at your current attire, “it was the Spiderman one from Peter’s birthday, and the other day? When he missed you and Wanda at lunch? The Falcon hoodie Wilson had made after Bucky made another jab at redwing.”

It took Sam, Bruce, Clint and even Thor beginning to guffaw at your expense for your own eyes to go wide with realisation. “YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME – I’m being avoided because I’ve essentially collected Avengers team merch?!” Content in getting to the bottom of the mystery, Nat perched next to Wanda to open a new bottle while the others tittered into their food or cushions before moving onto the next game to be had. Bucky had gone a deep shade of pink in his attempts to stop himself from bursting into even bigger peals of laughter at his oldest friend’s antics whilst gesturing wildly that you should follow him to maybe shake some sense into his broad shoulders and hard head.

Leaving your very unhelpful friends to their revelry, you found your feet taking you back to Steve’s old room where he’d once taken to hiding during some of Tony’s more rambunctious parties. Sure enough, the door was ajar, allowing you sight across to where the man stood leaning against the windowpane looking out to the city below. Closing the door behind you both, you padded lightly into the room until you could wrap your arms around Steve’s waist to rest your head against his muscular back. Feeling him tense and then relax into your touch reassured you that you wouldn’t be immediately ejected from the room.

“Stevie…?” “Hi sweetheart.” “If I take the sweater off will you come and eat something and give your girlfriend a damn cuddle?” you smirked into his shirt, pulling away to look at him. A small sigh emitted from the tall man as he turned to face you, cheeks dusted with a blush you’d rarely seen and almost missed in the darkened bedroom. He allowed you to pull him to the corridor but before you could go any further together he stopped abruptly, bringing you closer.

“Why don’t you wear my things?” his voice uncharacteristically quiet against your hair. “I think you’ll find the t-shirt under this was actually yours at one time Rogers…” “You know what I mean Y/N.” “The Cap stuff?? I think Bucky stole the first training tee you gifted me on that date to the fair but most importantly,” hoping to push your point home with a finger jabbed to his chest, “my lack of America merch might have something to do with the fact I have the real deal in my bed?” At this the captain went an even deeper shade of red and nuzzled further into your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple then cheek then your neck in apology.

“Guess I just like knowin’ your m’girl” he mumbles against your skin, leaving you blushing a matching shade.

“Always Stevie. Never in doubt. Though I always thought petty jealously to be more Tony’s thing than yours, green is not your colour babe.” Pressing a soft kiss to his pouting lips you push him away and down the corridor. “Eat, hydrate, apologise for being a drama queen. I’ll be there in a second.”

Once he was out of sight in the direction of the friends who would surely not let him live it down anytime soon, you slide down the hallway to stop in front of one James Barnes’ room. Natasha was great for training or partying, but Bucky held onto your combined stash of lazy night-in attire for such an evening as this. Rummaging through the back of the wardrobe (taking a mental note to at least get the man a potted plant for the place) you emerged triumphant with the object of your search.

Steve was about to get up and hunt you out again when the sudden noise of wolf whistling from the team around him drew the attention to the doorway. Striding as dramatically as possible into the living room, you’ve become enveloped from head to toe in the bright fluffy Captain America onesie Clint and Laura had presented you with at your first Christmas with a big old crush on the super soldier. With the hood up it even sported a fetching soft version of your love’s helmet, that dipped to your eye level.

When you struck your best power pose before dropping into the (truly terrible for your knees) superhero landing, laughter and eager applause filled the room. Pulling yourself back up to your feet, you sweep into bows directed at each corner of the room, beaming at the bemused blonde now seated next to his buddies before taking the opportunity to launch yourself into Steve’s lap.

“Captain Rogers.”

“Miss Y/L/N.”

“Reporting for love, kisses, and a little ribbing for being an idiot sir?”

“Happy to oblige ma’am” came the chuckled reply, two long arms encircling your torso to pull you impossibly closer - a loud kiss pressed to your temple.

[justdaydreamsandimagines]

MASTERLIST

Hi I’m Hollie, welcome to my little simpy corner of the Internet!

I’ve put together a masterlist of everything I’ve written so you can find who or what you’re looking for, or just have a browse like a lovely bookstore.

Feel free to DM with any questions and my requests are always open!

Harry Potter:

Marvel:

Criminal Minds:

Vampire Diaries/The Originals:

Bridgerton:

Miscellaneous Characters:

Actors:

[justdaydreamsandimagines]

I just read ‘Kisses In The Study’ and absolutely loved it! Do you plan on writing any more for Anthony??? If not, I shall have to send in a request lol.

I’m actually overwhelmed by how much love Kisses in the Study has received 🥺 I absolutely do plan on continuing in the Bridgerton world and have received a couple of requests for Anthony so will definitely be getting to them!! (You’re not being ignored lovely requesters!)

I’ve recently just moved into my own place and am getting settled but I fully hope to jump back to writing for you lovely people this week ❤️❤️

[justdaydreamsandimagines]

Before I do send a request, I was wondering of you’d be happy to write more Anthony?? I absolutely love him lol and your latest fic was amazing and i felt he was really in character!

I can ABSOLUTELY say I could never turn down more Bridgerton boys on my page so request away lovely! I did worry a little about Anthony because I wanted to do him justice despite being a huge Benedict girl 😳 so that is SO wonderful to hear thank you so much 🥰🥰

[justdaydreamsandimagines]

At some point today, while I was at work, I hit 200 followers!

200 pairs of eyes on my little corner of the Internet and the writing I put out into the world, how ridiculous 😳🥰 thank you so much for all the love, the reblogs, the likes ✨ it’s a very busy week but I’m hoping to get some little celebration pieces out this weekend for you all alongside my first request - if there’s anything you’d love to see or indulge in I’d love to hear!

Basically, I appreciate every single one of you who clicks that follow button ❤️ you make my day

[justdaydreamsandimagines]

OH MY GOD I FREAKING LOVE YOUR BRIDGERTON FICS AHHHHH

for real though you write them So Well and it’s absolutely amazing

Honestly my inbox at the moment is doing big things for my ego - I love you all and every piece of feedback is burrowed away just for me <3

[justdaydreamsandimagines]

Imagine Bucky watching you and your daughter playing in the garden, you limp slightly but when he catches your eye you smile widely and reassuringly at him, a smile he mirrors happily. His little piece of happiness, never again would he let you get hurt 

[justdaydreamsandimagines]

Imagine Hotch finally plucking up the courage to ask you on a date and the two of you eventually become more at ease with each other and you see him crack a smile and then a laugh and maybe this Agent Aaron Hotchner isn’t all that bad

[justdaydreamsandimagines]

Ships for anonymous :)

Game of Thrones: Jon Snooow

The two of you are both caring individuals with a curiosity for new things, new people and new adventures. You’re his confidant and the one person who really listens to him and understands him and you trust him implicitly to protect you and love you for you. He always sees you watching things from the outskirts, which is how you met. At one of the Stark banquets where instead of prancing at the centre of attention like the other high born girls, you instead stood to the side watching with your dark curls falling in front of your eyes as Jon admired you from afar.

X-Men: Charles Xavier

You have a shared distaste for violence and both prefer to think logically and enjoy the intelligent conversations you can have with each other without the paranoia of boring the other. You both much prefer to sit together with a cup of tea talking about the world and the future. He loves seeing your grey eyes widen in concentration when you’re listening to someone and how your curls hang around your face, he thinks the world of you and couldn’t imagine life without you anymore.

[justdaydreamsandimagines]

Ships for izzyintheskywithdiamonds GoT: Robb Stark, because he'd appreciate your feisty-ness but also your kindness and love for learning and your beauty CM: Derek Morgan, because he'd love your fun loving nature and go running and do crazy things with you as well as being grateful for your honesty X-Men: Erik Lehnsherr, because you'd bring out the softy in one another, you'd tell him as it is but be able to relax with him. You'd run and sing and he'd be the first to suggest something spontaneous and weird to do Marvel: (you said bi so I went female with this one) Natasha Romanoff, because even though you're both strong personalities you'd gel and bring out the best in each other. She'd be able to open up to you and you'd be honest to her and not judge her. You'd read and sing with her and be able to keep up with her. She'd admire your beauty from afar and take it in up close