#michael stirling x reader

[nightingale2004]

OK, bridgerton people, I finished up the last season, and I have a LOT to say

First off, I think it's COMPLETELY UNREALISTIC that Daphne and Simon, along with their beautiful children, are not with the other Bridgertons soaking up all this drama and scandals that's been going on in ther family. SERIOUSLY WHAT HAPPENED?! was there a problem with the actors? Or something? Like what happened that made the actors and the children NOT MAKE AN APPEARANCE IN THE SEASON OF BRIDGERTON?!

Secondly, I also find it unrealistic that Anthony and Kate literally missed out ON PENELOPE'S LADY WHISTLEDOWN REVEAL?! LIKE, SERIOUSLY?! I get that Anthony wants to be with Kate and get to know her culture, but Anthony and his amazing Goddess wife Kate have missed out on the biggest reveal and scandal to hit their family! I so badly wanted to know what their reaction was going to be and their thoughts that Anthony's little brother is F*cking married to a gossip writer. Including Benedict.

I need to know! I can literally already imagine both Kate and Anthony reading the letter that Penelope is Whistedown and their reactions (to me) are hilarious 😂

Thirdly, I kind of wanted the secret identity of Lady Whistledown to be a secret a little while longer. Like maybe after Benedicts season. That's just my personal opinion. But I did want the queen to still find out and have Penelope and Charlotte have a private alliance. Penelope still gets to write under the approval of the queen as long as the queen looks at it first and maybe becomes the queens eyes and ears.

Lastly, I would like to acknowledge the haters here who don't like the change of gender of Michael Stirling, aka Michaela Stirling, and are fearing for their lives that Sophie Beckett will become Stephen Beckett.

Firstly, we are not the creators of this fantastic world. OK? The author is, Netflix is making this show into a reality, and those of us that actually like the show are actually OK and loving with how things are going especially the reveal that not just one but THREE bridgerton siblings ARE a part of LGBTQ+ community. Can we all just take a moment and not go backward to the "Annabeth shouldn't be black" incident. I know these two incidents don't relate because one has to do with race and the other has to do with gender but can the haters just stop. I believe the authors and creators of this AMAZING show know what they are doing, and the bridgertons along with Queen Charlotte are one of the few shows I like that haven't been canceled yet. So consider this a freaking win people.

If the creators want to change a few things, then let them change a few things, we are fans, and we have something called fanfics to which we read and write if there's something we don't like or can't live with when it comes to a fandom series. As long as the creators of the show keep giving us our daily dose of drama and do the bridgerton books justice than I for one am going to keep on watching and being invested in this fandom.

And haters one final message to you, if you don't like the shows, THEN STOP WATCHING THE SHOWS!!!!!!!

I have said my peace. And there is plenty more to come

[thingsthatneedtobesaidsblog]

Now I don't really have a problem with the gender change. The problem is how some of the LGBTQ fans are acting towards people who are disappointed and angry about the change because their feelings are valid its not homophoic because nothing but Francesca being stunned by Michaela has happened further then that.

Now I very much enjoy Francesca and John and really would like to enjoy them. And idk if in the future I might be sold on the whole Francesca and Michaela thing because with some ships it just takes one scene, one fix and I'm sold but if I'm already so deeply invested in one paring for that person I'm sold on that one. But I'm sure it will grow on me, but for right now, Fran is still madly in love with John, but she was definitely stunned by his cousins beauty.

I also like to add that the fans who are being widely disrespectful to the fran x John and ppl who were expecting a Micheal and not a Michaela stop, you guys season will come but just let other people enjoy Fran and John and let the other people be disappointed there's nothing worng with that. Is the same feeling all the bridgerton book lovers get when something in the show is changed.

I have never read the books but have seen many sopliers. I definitely do want to see what the hell will happen especially considering that during that time period society was not kind to Queen ppl no matter the gender. Like even Benedict knows he can't be his true self because he would be shunned and him being a bridgerton would not save him. So I definitely want to see what will happen when we get to that part because it will be messy, they can't get married, they can't be seen in public being to affectionate, and they'll want to be seen together and do married couple things.

And at least one of them will stop being content with living in seceracy it always happens.

But honestly I wouldn't rule out the shonda coming in and bringing in a Micheal Sterling as Michaela twin brother considering how she was unsatisfied with what the new show runner did this season I definitely think she'll be more hands on and change stuff cuz that woman loves an interracial love story.

[darklinaforever]

Lol I messaged you during the week asking you not to tag a suicide as Bridgerton hotd francesca Bridgerton Michael Stirling etc and you changed the tags which admittedly was good of you. But to lie and deny you inappropriately tag stuff is not good of you because you did precisely that over the supposed suicide. Also tagging that last post as anti Aemond etc is a perfect example of not tagging properly. Some of your posts I checked are tagged correctly and others aren't so I don't really know what's going on. Just please don't lie about it

So... you're just saying what I basically answered there :

So, how am I lying ?

For information, if this story with Grace was tagged in the Bridgerton and HOTD tags it is because the story on this subject mixes the two fandoms in question. But since I was asked to change that, I did it. Did I deny that ? No.

Then you accused me of making Aemond x Reader tag which I never did. You talk to me about the character of Aemond and I respond to this subject, so obviously I tag on the character, but anti, since I don't like him. So why is this incorrect ?

Either way, you will always find new excuses or reasons not to like me. At this point I don't care what you think.

Like I said, I try as much as possible to tag correctly, and when someone gets bored, I change it. Nothing horrible.

[dynastymuses]

FULL NAME: michael stirling

FANDOM: bridgerton (book canon)

GENDER: cis male

PRONOUNS: he/him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

WANTED DYNAMICS: francesca bridgerton, penelope featherington, john sterling, colin bridgerton, open to crossovers

for non book readers (x)

*not a starter call*

[writers-hes]

BRIDGERTON MASTER LIST

Here you can find the list of works that  I have written about Bridgerton!

ANTHONY BRIDGERTON

Promises You Can’t Keep (read here.)

Anthony Bridgerton promised you a life that he couldn’t give. 

Ignorance is Bliss

Anthony Bridgerton planned to run away with Sienna Rosso before your wedding.

Out of the Arms of Love

What happens behind the closed doors of the Bridgerton House after dark? A continuation to Ignorance is Bliss.

Only for You, Darling...

Held in London, two strangers become star-crossed lovers.

Smoke and Mirrors — @writers-hes Bridgerton Ball event

After declaring Anthony’s intentions to marry, he finds himself closer to you and seeking your friendship. Can friendship lead to something else entirely? Or can love ruin the friendship that has been built?

Forever, Anthony

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How Will the ABC Brothers Woo You? (headcanon)

Have You Ever Been to A Farm? (headcanon) — @writers-hes Bridgerton Ball event

BENEDICT BRIDGERTON

Faithfulness and Inhibitions (read here.)

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

Word on the Street Is...

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.

Ties That Cut

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.

Drawing Lessons (headcanon)

How Will the ABC Brothers Woo You? (headcanon)

Have You Ever Been to A Farm? (headcanon)

COLIN BRIDGERTON

The Penitence of Loving You

Colin Bridgerton was a wandering man wondering why love has been nothing but a woe.

How Will the ABC Brothers Woo You? (headcanon)

Have You Ever Been to A Farm? (headcanon)

ELOISE BRIDGERTON PENELOPE FEATHERINGTON MICHAEL STIRLING

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Bridgerton Masterlist

Anthony Bridgerton Masterlist

Benedict Bridgerton Masterlist

Colin Bridgerton Masterlist

Simon Basset:

I find myself travelling back to you

A La Claire Fontaine

[butterflybuckethat]

Starting Over - Part II

Part I

Notes: Michael Stirling x Reader - Idk if the vibe of this one really fits the first part but lmk.

Request: Omg that Michael Stirling fic was so good!! If you don't mind can please do one with prompt-2 ("Kiss Me") for Michael × Reader.

Warnings: Mild smut, I guess - making out plus+ ?

Michael stepped into Francesca's drawing-room only to find that you were the only one there. You sat at the far end with your nose buried in a book. He couldn't help but take a moment to admire you, glowing in a ray of sun peeking through the window. He cleared his throat. "Oh, Michael," your face lit up and you tossed the book aside, "how are you?" You much preferred to speak to him anyway. "Well." He stood in the doorway for a moment longer, seemingly not sure what to do with himself. You extended your hand to offer him a seat in front of you. "Francesca is tired," you watched him get comfortable on the divan, "or so she says," fluffing pillows and the like, "although, I wouldn't put it past her to play matchmaker." "Marriage has made her devious," Michael mused, finally finding the perfect position. "Would you like my pillows, as well?" "No, I'm quite comfortable," he flashed a sly grin. "Are you certain? I'm sure I can ring for some." "You wouldn't offer me yours?" "Do you really think me so generous?" you teased. "My apologies, what was I thinking?" "Truly, I have no idea." It's so strange for everything to change so quickly. Of course, you were still you and he was still him but everything was heightened somehow; every look and touch and gesture. You leaned forward, not bothering to hide the glint in your eye, "Shall we do something fun?"

You lifted your skirts with both your hands and ran through the gardens, laughing as the tall grass tickled your ankles. You stopped at a tree, leaning against it, and watched as Michael rolled up his sleeves walking towards you step by step. You picked a flower off one of the bushes and twirled it between your fingers as he approached. He placed his hands above your shoulders on the tree. You tilted your chin up to look him in the eyes. "What should we do now?" his voice was deep and his eyes were dark. You wanted to be bold. "Kiss me," you breathed and tucked the flower behind his ear, he licked his lips and your stomach did a flip, "but only if you can catch me!" you ducked under his arm and weaved between the trees. You giggled as he chased after you, turning your head to see him getting closer and closer. You slowed down and he grabbed you by the waist. His skin flushed with exercise. Your hands trailed up his chest as he backed you up against the stone wall. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," he brushed his nose against yours. "You would know," your eyes fluttered closed and Michael chuckled, nothing more than a rasp, and sent a tingle down your spine. "Thank you for letting me win," his soft lips trailed along your cheekbone. "I couldn't very well lose," he sucked at your earlobe. Your lips parted. "I think I win, either way," and he kissed you, hot and hard. You grabbed at his shirt, untucking it from his breeches, and trailed your fingers along the planes of his back. He pressed into you, eliciting a moan. "Perfect," he nipped at your neck, "everything about you," down the column of your throat, "just perfect." You threw your head back, allowing him more access. You were on fire. "Michael," you panted, "I-" you whined as he palmed your breast, "more, please." You barely knew what you were asking for, but you wanted it, you wanted him, so badly. "Not like this," but his lips were back to yours and his hands on your back and hip as he brought you impossibly closer. He pulled back, his lips were swollen and blurry, collar undone, hair mussed, and you pressed your thighs together. You did that to him. "Michael, please." "Tell me," his thumb caressed your jaw. "I want you," he groaned and kissed you again, pressing you harder against the wall. Michael had been with many a woman but never, in his life, had he wanted any one of them as badly as he wanted you. But he had to stop. You dug your nails into his back when he sucked at the tops of your breasts. "Y/N, we have to stop," but the husk of his voice betrayed him. He gave you one last searing kiss and forced himself to take a step back. "Michael," you were on the verge of tears, so frustrated and not even understanding why. He took another step back. He had to. "Soon," he breathed, "soon."

You went straight to your room, unable to look any of the help in the eye. You fixed yourself as best as possible but you could still feel him on you, his hands on your breasts, and lips on your neck. You didn't want it to stop but you knew Michael was right, it had to. You couldn't ruin your own reputation. Not more than you already had, anyway. But you knew you were safe with him, Michael would never tell anyone. You had been feeling incredibly restless since last night; since you realized that he was so much more than a rake. You locked yourself in the little bath room off your chambers and splashed cold water on your face. There was this small voice niggling at you, telling you that he was a rogue and that's all he was. It was clear that he respected you but what if that was all? It frightened you how much you wanted him, how much you wanted to be with him because what if he didn't want you? At least, what if he didn't want you in the same ways you wanted him? A conversation definitely should have been had.

You did not go down to dinner, feigning fatigue, leaving Francesca's accusatory eyes to fall upon Michael, "What did you do?" "Nothing. I was a perfect gentleman, as always," but he felt terrible. Not about kissing you, he rather enjoyed that, but about not talking about it afterward. He wanted you in his life, he knew that for certain, but just about nothing else.

There was a faint knock on your door, "Y/N?" "This is highly inappropriate, Michael." "Everything we do is highly inappropriate. I'm coming in," and come in he did. You weren't sure what time it was, you were still reading that terrible book you started that morning, but Michael's collar was undone and his shirt was untucked. You instinctively pulled the sheets up to your chin. He didn't comment. "We should talk." "You start," you patted your hair down, preparing yourself for vulnerability. He sat on your bed, about an inch from your knee. "Do you love me?" "You can't start this with a question!" you hit his shoulder but he caught your hand. "Do you?" "I could," you bit your lip and he kissed your fingers. "I could, too."

[halfofwhatisayismeaningless]

Okey, this is the moment I've been waiting for...

Requests open for ALL BRIDGERTON (or Bridgerton in laws), with or without canon partners ❤️

Please save me from the most boring summer. I need angst and smut. Thankyewww

[legit9thlunaticwarrior]

Hey bestie!!! 👋

Can we please be blessed with a Wardlow Smut based on Chains by Nick Jonas?

Maybe MJF had mentioned how "whipped" he his by his girlfriend and he laughs "You have no idea."

a day before the contract signing events; bestie sent me this. im going off what we talked abt in dms and using the lyrics to the song as dialogue (not exactly a songfic) also double gif bc this is my page. this whole segment gonna keep yall wardhoes fed for a while, mama’s gotchu. i tried to do a soft!dom but that idea fell apart faster than a dollar store dinner tray. can we also talk bout the vein in his neck in the gif below? lordt

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‘Chains’ 18+ Wardlow (Michael) x fem!reader

^with their feud heating up, max decided to take assuming cheap shots at michael and reader’s sex life^

- CW: restraints (handcuffs), honorifics (sir) *ooh cheeky switch up*, dom/sub dynamics, hella subspace, mild slapping, degradation/praise, squirting, use of flogger (on body and coochie; taking things literal, aint we donna?), return of ‘puppy’, the fucking word for “good tears” (help me out what is it), sweet af aftercare - shawn spears (ronnie), max being a cunt - recycling the title of ‘the vixen’, this series isnt really timelined, just reusing things; also im takin matters into my own hands  - thanks to @unusual-tomorrxw for assistance 

3rd Person POV:

Another week, more bullshit from Max. Him and Y/N were once close, some would call them best friends. This week, they had their bogus contract signing; just more nonsense to delay Michael beating the shit out of him. Y/N was in gorilla with her boyfriend and the poor guys stuck bringing him out. She had tried to convince them that if this had to happen, let her take him out. But no, Max had to have these poor souls do it. One of the jobbers said it was time to go so she kissed Michael and he was gone.

Max had been spewing the same stuff he’s been for the past few weeks and Y/N decided she’d go out there. Suddenly, ‘Roundtable Rival’ by Lindsey Stirling blared through the arena and The Vixen went out. Pink heel boots, plaid black skirt and one of her boyfriend’s merch shirt; ready to stand by him. She got up the steps at ringside and Ronnie tried to stop her, “Don’t even try it.” she spat. She walked past Max, making sure to bump his shoulder, and went over to Michael. She picked up the mic that was in front of him, “Don’t let me interrupt boys, you were saying?” she was passive aggressive in her words. Michael had tried to reach for her hand and of course Max had to comment, “Wardlow, you think those handcuffs are an obstruction for you but ah, I thought you’d be used to them by now. Considering how whipped you are for that little lady standing next to you.” “Max, you better shut up while you’re still living-” He knew he struck a nerve. “What? With those wine-stained lips, she’s nothing but trouble. Why not tell the great people of Long Island that you aren’t the sweet, wholesome couple you claim to be? That you two really like some rou-” She grabbed him by the collar, ready to clobber him. “Stop. Talking.” He had a shit-eating grin on his face. Max gripped her face, squishing her cheeks together “Who knew this sweet thing was such a whore-” In a second, Michael was on his feet but Y/N had put her arm out to stop him. “Looks like he really is a bitch for you.” Her fist connected with his jaw and she got him to the ground, putting him in a chinlock. He was slamming the canvas in a tap out as they were both screaming, “Who’s the bitch now Max?! Why you gotta do me wrong?” She was pulled off him and brought back to the locker room. 

Once she was alone, she broke down. Embarrassed was an understatement. Her family watched the show and now she was worried they would view her and the man her parents called their son differently. She heard the door knob turning and quickly dried her tears. “Baby? Are you okay?” Michael’s soft voice tugged at her heart. “Yeah, I’m fine.” “No you’re not.” His hands cupped her cheeks. The two spent time talking about what had happened. “Michael, can we go back to the hotel and you show me who’s really in charge?” she asked meekly, without looking up at him. His thumb tugged at her bottom lip gently, “You know how to ask for what you want.” he stated in a low tone. “Please Sir?” “Louder.” he growled. Her voice raised a bit with a hint of whining behind it, “Please Sir!” “Good girl. I’ll take care of you.”

~at the hotel~

He had her naked on the bed with her hand cuffed to it. He knew she was still in a state so he was easy with her until she gave the word to do more. She savored the gentle, soft, slow touches along her body. Down her cheeks, kneading her breasts, down her tummy and sides. His hands landed on the plush skin of her thighs. She had given him permission to use their mini flogger tonight, one hand left her thigh to pick it up from beside her. “Are you sure you want it tonight? Say the word and I’ll stop, baby.” “I want it Sir.”  He started on her thighs building up how hard he was whipping her, letting her warm up. When he started hitting harder, she bucked her hips up so he landed one hit to her glistening heat; earning a sweet, strangled moan. “You like that, don’t you puppy?” Her brain was already going numb from the use of the flogger alone. Once there were enough light red drags on her gorgeous skin, he stopped and ran his hands over the marks to sooth them. His fingers circled her slit as she whimpered. “You know, Max may think I’m the one who’s whipped. But here you are, cuffed to the bed for me to do whatever I please, letting me decorate your skin with this whip.” His voice is low and authoritative. “You’ve been getting involved in this little feud too often now. Maybe I should cuff you to the bed and leave you there until I get back from the shows. That way you’ll stay out of trouble.” The combination of his hand on her pussy and his filthy words were sending her into a deeper headspace; she didn’t even notice his lips attaching to her clit until she let out a cry. “C’mon, you can take it.” he mocked. Michael held her hips down, his grip enough to leave soft bruises. The lewd sounds of him sucking and licking at her dripping and aching cunt that had the familiar bubbling feeling make its approach. He knows this woman’s body inside and out, so he spoke up, “Cum.” The single word had that knot undone in seconds. Did he stop? No. Not when he was on a mission to rid her mind of the events that took place a few hours ago. When she tried to close her thighs around his head, he pulled away and grabbed the flogger again. He landed a few more blows to her pussy and her thighs until he noticed tears. “Color?” “Green!” she said quickly. Though she said ‘green’, he ceased the whipping and put the toy down. Her hips jolted when he cupped her heat again. “You’re gonna cum for me again, then you’ll get my cock puppy. Got it?” She nodded. “Words.” “Yes, Sir.” Starting with two fingers, he pumped in and out of her cunt, fingertips dragging against her most sensitive spots within her. Another finger was added as his other hand groped at her breasts, tugging at her hardened nipples. Y/N shivered and came on his fingers. His movements only slowed as she rode out her high. When she was down, he pulled his hand away and sucked her juices off his fingers. 

Ridding himself of his remaining clothes, he stared down at his lover. Soft, submissive, sweet Y/N; all his. When they first started exploring this aspect of their relationship, let’s just say noise complaints were common. That’s how Max knew what they were up to. Thin hotel room walls and nosy stable-mates. He watched as she desperately started grinding her hips against nothing. He rubbed his tip up and down her slit and slowly pushed in. Her tight cunt welcomed him in greedily, the deep groan he let out at the feeling of her squeezing around him. “You are doing so good for me. Always a good girl for me.” She tugged at the cuffs, feeling the need to claw at his shoulders and back or tug at his hair; just the need to touch him. “Sir~” His eyes met hers, “What puppy?” She struggled to form the words so she gave him one. “Harder.” The word left her lips and he immediately threw her legs over his shoulders, practically folding her in half, and thrusted into her harder and faster. She tried to get out of her restraints but he only laughed, “Trying to break the chains?” Her whimper was only adding fuel to the fire as he fucked into her harder. 

After pulling two more orgasms from her body, she was completely dazed. Her brain couldn’t form a full thought so when she spoke, it was just babbles and incoherent mumbles. With her legs still on his broad shoulders, he saw the outline of his cock bulging in her tummy. He gripped her hair to make her look down, “See how deep I am babygirl?” The sight was sending her closer and closer to the edge. Y/N wanted to tell him she wanted to cum but the words wouldn’t come out, he slowed his pace slightly. His hand went up to gently smack her cheek to break her daze, “C’mon puppy. Be a good girl, use your words. Tell me what you want.” She struggled once more. “Aww, did I fuck all the manners out of you? Does my dumb little puppy want to cum?” She nodded as more tears fell. He got close to her ear and told her “I can feel you. Do it.” It felt different this time, “That’s it; make a fucking mess.” The idea that she was so fucked dumb that she squirted for the first time only made him pound into her faster, chasing his own release. She felt him throb inside of her and then felt him paint her walls white. Her eyes fluttered shut as she was so spent, letting out a weak “Sir~” He tapped her tear-stained cheeks lightly, “Hey, hey; it’s okay. Baby, it’s me; it’s Michael. No more Sir.” She whimpered as he pulled out of her and felt their cum spill out of her used hole. As soon as he undid the cuffs, her arms wrapped around him like a koala. “Can you let go of me for one moment so I can run you a bath?” he asked gently. Y/N let go and he gave her a sweet kiss before going to the bathroom.

When he came back, he scooped her up and she immediately clung onto him. Before he could put her in the tub, one word left her lips: “Join.” When she got to this state, her speech was limited. Michael set her in the tub and got in behind her, pulling her back against his chest. He trailed kisses from her neck to her shoulders as he rubbed her sides and her tummy; trying to bring her back to normal. 

“You were so good for me, puppy.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“You took everything so well, princess.”

“I love you so much.”

She listened to his voice and turned her head to face him. Still a little faded, but cohesive enough to form a sentence. “Maybe being ‘whipped’ isn’t so bad.” He smirked at her statement, “You have no idea, sweet girl. You got me in chains; but, I wouldn’t change this love.” 

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[nightingale2004]

DEAREST GENTLE READERS

First off to the haters of the fandom and Micaela

WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU?! HAVE WE AS A FANDOM SERIOUSLY TAKEN TWO STEPS BACKWARDS HERE?!

I HAVE SEEN SO MANY PEOPLE HATE ON MICAELA SO BADLY BECAUSE OF THE CREATORS OF THIS BEAUTIFUL SHOW DECIDED TO CHANGE THE GENDER OF MICHAEL STIRLING!!!!

I just-I can't. LIKE WTF?!?!?!

WE GET ONE SCENE! ONE SCENE! WITH MICAELA AND ALL OF A SUDDEN MOST PEOPLE HATE HER!!

I get that a lot of people aren't fans of change, especially when it comes to books, our favorite fandoms, and stuff, but this is getting ridiculous. I've seen literal TikToks of people fancast Micaela to Michael with male actors saying, "It's not too late."

CAN WE NOT AS A FANDOM FOR A SOLID SECOND, NOT BE TOXIC SEXIST TRADITIONALISTS HERE?! AND ACCEPT THE CHANGE GIVEN?!

The new season bridgerton is not even OUT YET, and people are already believing the worst. I get the last season had a poor ending, and we're hoping this new season is redemption, but this DOES NOT EXCUSE FOR a LOT OF PEOPLE ACTING SEXIST TO FRANCESCA'S FUTURE WIFEY!!!!

ACCEPT IT AND MOVE ON! CAN WE JUST WATCH THE NEW SEASON AND THEN CAST OUR JUDGMENT LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE???!!!!

THIS IS RIDICULOUS!!!!

Can we also stop putting hate Michaela and see where it goes from here. BECAUSE LIKE FRANCESCA, EVEN I LOST MY VOICE SEEING HER FOR THE FIRST TIME!

[butterflybuckethat]

Starting Over

✦ Part I ✦ Part II ✦

Notes: Michael Stirling x Reader - I hope I did him justice

Request: Hi! Do you write Michael Stirling × reader fics? If so can you please do a fanfic on prompt- "are you flirting with me?"

Warnings: Allusions to sexual assault.

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You would do anything for Francesca Bridgerton, except put up with Michael Stirling. He was an indiscriminate rogue- flirting with women regardless of age or eligibility. This rubbed you particularly the wrong way because these women were vulnerable, especially during the season, much like yourself. You were only spared his charms due to your close friendship with Franny. For example, this ball you attended all together. Fran and John were being sickeningly romantic with one another, being newlyweds and all, leaving you and Michael to fend for yourselves. You knew no one at this event, really you knew no one in all of Scotland beside the Stirlings, so you spent the entire evening trailing him like a puppy. It was awful. "Must you always do this?"

"Do what?" You gave him a pointed look. "This ball is dreadfully boring. I'm giving them something to talk about." He was not entirely wrong, the guest list was made up of almost exclusively married couples and the sole non-marrieds were either too young or balding. "You're amusing yourself." You scoffed. "That too." You did appreciate him for one thing though: providing you with liquor. It was terribly unladylike but who could blame you? Considering the circles they ran in, it was beyond you how they all weren't constantly obliterated; but, then again, maybe they were. "Michael," you were sporting a healthy buzz at this point, "would you ask one of them to dance already?" Two fresh-out girls stood a good few feet away from you both, giggling and whispering very obviously about the darker Stirling. "And abandon you? Never." He flashed you one of his signature smirks, "Besides, they are a little green for my tastes." "Michael Stirling has boundaries, who knew?" You let out a dramatic gasp. The conversation always seemed to go like this between you and him. But, somehow, you always left feeling worse off. It was his perpetual good disposition while you threw barbs at him. You decided to change that at one of Franny and John's house parties. You were playing the pianoforte- you always seemed to be cajoled into playing at functions such as these; stuck at the instrument as the party went on around you- when Michael appeared on the bench next to you offering a glass lemonade. It was a sweet gesture, the perfect lead-up to turning over your new leaf with him. "How is it that I always get trapped playing this bloody instrument?" You continued playing, a good excuse not to look at him, "If I had known this would be the result, I never would have picked it up." He didn't say anything, so you kept going, "Of course, my mother was quite insistent on me learning an instrument but if I had the option to do it over, I think I would have picked the flute. No one wants to listen to the flute." Words kept pouring out of you. Never, in all the time that you had known him, had you ever said anything sincere to Michael and now that you started, you didn't seem to know how to stop, "Dreadful instrument, the flute." You cleared your throat and snuck a glance at him. "Are you flirting with me?" No smirk, but a kind of curious smile graced his lips. "No," you blushed, "I am conversing with you." "You have never done that before. How am I supposed to tell the difference?" You stopped playing altogether and twisted your torso to look him dead in the eyes. "Do I look like I'm flirting?" "A little?" He was amusing himself now, the smile turning into a full-blown smirk. Some blonde man complained about the lack of music from across the room, prompting you to start playing again. "Stop that," Michael removed your fingers from the keys, "who are you?" "What do you mean?" You were facing one another now. "You appear so preoccupied with propriety and what others think," "It is not as if I have much of a choice." You crossed your arms over your chest. "But you drink and tease and spend an exorbitant amount of time with that rake, Michael Stirling." "I don't think exorbitant-" "Excessive, then." "I do not know anyone else." The blonde shouted again and Michael gave him a glare. "You could." "Is there anyone else to know?" "I believe you just complimented me." His dimples formed deeper in his cheeks. "That was not my intention." You could not help smiling a little. "Well, I am going to take it as such." You both basked in how surprisingly pleasant this exchange was. "Wait, you completely evaded the subject." You groaned. "I do not know how to answer, Michael. There is who I am and what I was taught to be. Sometimes they are in conflict." "Must they be?" "I'm afraid so." You smoothed the skirt of your dress, feeling vulnerable and needing to do something with your hands. "So which aspect of yourself enjoys my company?" That was Michael's talent: an innate ability to lighten the atmosphere at the drop of a pin. "Both, I'm afraid." You

laughed. "Don't be frightened! I encourage you to embrace this feeling, wholeheartedly."

Your interactions seemed to improve exponentially after that evening. You even found yourself seeking out his company, and you believed he was doing the same. At a ball put on by one of Franny's neighbors, you sidled up next to Michael, standing as far away from the dance floor as physically possible. He wasn't engaging in any of his typical flirtatious behaviors, which you found odd but didn't comment on. "You are such the pest." He teased. "You only have yourself to blame. It doesn't look like I was interrupting much, anyways." "Anything I do can be classified as 'much.'" "Doubtful," you took a sip from your glass, "why aren't you dancing with any of the young widows?" "I could ask the same of you." "They are not my type." "Oh!" He appeared much too excited for your tastes, "You have a type now, do you?" "Yes," you took a long pause for dramatic effect, "flute players." Michael laughed, much to your satisfaction. "I don't think it's prudent to choose a husband based upon your dissatisfaction with your own musical ability." "That is my prerogative." "Indeed, it is." You stepped out on the balcony to get some air. This was the first event, in what felt like a long time, you spent the entire time completely sober. Frankly, it wasn't any more or less enjoyable but it did seem to go by slower. The balcony was written off as a kind of no-go area because of its abject lack of light. No matter how many candles were lit out there, it always seemed so dark. But there was no one else out and you really needed to get away for a moment. The air was cool on your face and you could breathe a little easier, free of the inherent claustrophobia of all those other people. You dug through your reticule in search of your handkerchief, to dab at the shininess of your face. But someone handed you one instead, a crisp white one with embroidered initials you couldn't quite make out. "Oh, thank you. You would think that I would be able to find more with such a small-" You looked up. It was the blonde man from the house party. Your words dried up on your tongue and all the breath left your lungs. "This is my uncle's party. Quite a crush don't you think?" "Certainly," you sounded more hesitant than you would have liked, "I've been to many of his balls. I've never seen you before." You were trying very hard not to panic. "I just arrived from London." He kept taking steps toward you, forcing you to move back. You made a noise in acknowledgment, deciding not to tell him that you were also from there lest he track you down, and he seemed like the sort of man to do that. "You are really quite attractive." Maybe you could scream? But if you did, would your reputation be ruined? Would they force you to marry him? Could you live the rest of your existence tied to this horrible man? "I wish you had kept playing at that house party." Your back hit the rail and tears sprung to your eyes. He took his last step towards you and you pushed him as hard as you could. He stumbled back a distance and you took the opportunity to run back into the party, back to safety. "Y/N?" Never in your life have you ever been so relieved to see Michael Stirling. You hugged him around the waist, pressing your cheek into his waistcoat and letting air fill your lungs anew, before letting him go. "You bitch!" Blonde man came stumbling in, not looking the least bit disheveled but terribly angry. Michael stepped in front of you and put his hand on the man's chest. "I would ask you to apologize to Miss Y/LN." His tone was light but there was an underlying contempt that sent a chill down your spine. "I do not presume to know-" "Apologize." And the man practically whimpered! He mumbled out some half-assed apology but you didn't care. A broad smile spread across your face, so impressed with the man in front of you. He turned to you, shielding your view from the offending man with his body. "Are you certain you're alright?" You could do nothing but nod, at a complete loss of words. Until, eventually, you did. "You are incredible." And Michael blushed a deep pink before

dismissing your compliment entirely.

That evening, you and Micheal stood on the doorstep of John and Franny's house. "Will I see you tomorrow?" He barely looked at you for the rest of the night. Not that you minded, much too triumphant at making the rogue blush. "I'm sure," you responded, "you may abandon John's shooting party in favor of tea in the drawing-room with Franny and me." "A wonderful plan indeed." He offered you a soft smile and an awkward bow before saying goodnight. He was barely off the stoop before you called after him. "Michael!" He spun quickly on his heel. You placed your hand on his shoulder and planted a kiss on the corner of his mouth before running back inside. "Good night!" He waved with a hand to his cheek and a goofy grin on his face, suddenly looking forward to tomorrow.

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TV SHOWS + MOVIES (alphabetical order):

American Horror Story:

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Jimmy Darling

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Michael Langdon

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