#it’s true - i miss you a ton - i love you 💗

[quokkabite]

🐰 🐝 💗

🐰- do you believe in soulmates?

the way i was actually hoping id get this question. i have thought about this so much in say, hey, the last year and a half, and i’ve decided yes. i do believe in soulmates. platonic or romantic - i don’t think it even matters. people who feel like they were meant to be in your life no matter what, and who understand you on another level, id like to think it’s something cosmic.

🐝- describe your aesthetic in emojis

🖤

💗 - who do you miss?

listen, i miss so, so many people. i basically spend my life missing people. and i fear i am stating the obvious here, but… you and lizzy. like all day every day i miss you guys sm. i also miss my best friend in my hometown because life hasn’t allowed us to sync up lately. and last night i had a dream about a really important person to me and i haven’t seen or talked to him in so long and i miss him all of the fucking time. (he is supposed to text me soon but like… here i am… still waiting 😭)

[thevillainswhore]

New Tricks

Pairing: Virgin!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count: 9.5k

Summary: After your brother has to cancel movie night, you’re ready to resign yourself to an uneventful evening back at your dorm, alone and dejected. But what you didn’t count on, is your brother’s best friend and roommate, bursting through the door and asking you to stay; to spend the night with him, instead

What unfolds, however, while you spend time with the star football player, both shocks and astounds you — one confession in particular. 

Bucky Barnes, the Prince Charming of campus, the man you have been crushing on for an eternity, is a virgin.

Warnings: first kisses, fluff, smut, grinding, making out, big brother!steve, college!bucky, shy bby bucky, mutual pining, swearing, pet names, huge ton of reassurances, lots of praise, big hints of subby bucky

Author’s Note: beta’d by my baby @rookthorne

Okay, so where to start with this… the idea for this fic sprung from a certain someone 👀 and I just had to write it. Thank you to my girl for being a huge support through this, I love you 💗

These two have my whole heart and who knows? Maybe more will come of them 😌 for all my playlist lovers, you’re welcome - new tricks playlist ❤️

New Tricks Masterlist

I hope you enjoy this as much as I’ve loved creating it 🥹

Standing outside of your brother’s apartment, your impatience starts to wane thin. For ten whole minutes, you have been waiting for Steve to open up. And knocking like a crazed woman is beginning to get old; so is waiting on the doorstep to his front door. 

“Oh, for–” You grumble, and you lift your arm up to bang against the door for the umpteenth time,  when your hand misses it entirely, owing to the fact it swings open to admit you with such enthusiasm, it creaks and threatens to bounce back off of the wall.  

Bucky — your brother’s roommate, best friend, and your crush — sheepishly smiles and scratches the back of his neck. 

The line of his shoulders slump when he lowers his arm, and you notice (and appreciate) just how broad and muscled he is. He must have just been working out, or you interrupted him — nonetheless, you’re thankful for the sight before you, and how it makes the crush you harboured for the brunette for years roar to life all over again. 

Excellent, you inwardly sigh.

“Buttercup,” Bucky says — the affectionate nickname born from his sappy personality always makes you swoon, and his hesitant smile morphs into a wide one. You’re left fighting  internally to keep your giddiness at the sight of him to a respectable level.  “Hey, you. Sorry I didn’t hear you; I was listening to music.” 

Your gaze continues up to his hair, finding it tied back with an elastic at the nape of his neck.  Oh, how you wished you could run your hands through–

“Hey, you okay?” he asks, furrowing his brows. 

Embarrassment floods you and you realise far too late that he probably has asked you a question, or several, while you were daydreaming. “Sorry, Buck,” you squeak, praying that the heat crawling up your neck was not as obvious as it felt. “What was that?”

His soft, puppy-eyed expression brightens when you meet his gaze. “It’s fine, doll. Everything okay?” 

No matter how badly you want to stand and unashamedly stare at your brother’s best friend and roommate, your true intention behind your visit comes to mind. 

“Can I come in?” you ask, lifting the bag of snacks you brought up higher. Bucky’s eyes glance down at the bag, and then back up to your face. “Stevie planned our movie night and he isn’t answering his phone — I told him I was on my way and I asked him if he wanted anything else.” 

The confusion that creases Bucky's brows and downturns his lips in a small frown makes you narrow your eyes. 

“Surely he didn’t forget,” you accuse, still staring into Bucky’s face. “I make the trip down from campus every two weeks. It’s been two weeks.” A sudden, encompassing guilt fills Bucky’s eyes, and he starts to worry his bottom lip with his teeth — a sight far too hard to ignore. “Why are you looking at me like that?” 

“Um– I just–” Bucky stutters, and you watch as his fingers twitch and fidget — a nervous tic. If he didn’t look cute while stumbling over his words, you would feel sorry for being so blunt. “I just thought that– Uh, I thought it was cancelled. The movie night, I mean.” 

You step forward slightly, and Bucky opens the door wider. A wordless invitation. 

Bucky rushes to clear a space on the entryway coat rack for you, when he suddenly says, “You know, because of his date, an’ all.” His words falter at the look you shoot him. You stop taking off your coat, and you drop the bag of snacks to the floor, ignoring the crinkle and rustle of plastic. 

“What do you mean date, Barnes?” The use of his last name causes a flush of deep red to pattern his cheeks, but you don’t let up. There’s music playing from down the hall of the apartment – right where Steve’s bedroom is. “What’s going on?” 

Bucky skittishly fidgets and glances around the apartment, before meeting your heated gaze. “I– Look, I didn’t know–” 

You silently mouth a curse, beyond frustrated with your older brother, and with yourself for taking just a second to indulge and admire just how sweet Bucky is when he is unsure. “Fine,” you huff, and you turn to walk straight towards the source and to investigate it yourself.

Bucky’s frantic footsteps behind you don’t deter your haste. “Wait, stop — Buttercup, wait!”

Forgoing a courtesy knock — having had enough of banging on his front door — you barge straight into the room with as little as a greeting call or warning. 

“What the shit–“ 

The door to Steve’s bedroom slams against the wall, and you come face to face with the blond in the middle of a dance off with himself in the mirror. “Sis! Hey,” he gasps, holding his hand over his heart in fright. “What’re you doing–?” 

In lieu of an answer, you cross your arms and stare at him, unimpressed and exasperated with his antics. “Don’t you hey sis me.” The fear in Steve’s eyes as you stomp towards him almost vindicates your indignation of being uninformed. “What do you mean you’re going on a date? It’s movie night!” 

Steve has the decency to look ashamed. “Flower, I swear, I’m sorry,” he rambles, and he takes your hand, directing you to sit down on his bed. “I would’ve called to let you know but everything was so last minute.” 

The grip he has on your hand is firm, assuring you of his true intentions, even when he turns the Roger’s charm up to an eleven to worm his way back onto your good side. “I swear sis, I wouldn’t bail on you without a good reason.”

“Okay,” you say, staring into his face — still not wholeheartedly convinced of his graces. A line of questioning is in order, you decide. “So, who is this good enough reason?”

“Natasha Romanoff.” The dreamy, love-struck sigh that leaves Steve’s lips after her name is uttered has you reluctantly trying to hide your giggle; the righteous anger and frustration slowly leaves your body in his admittance.  

The fact that he has been obsessed with the college’s most popular redhead since forever, was a balm to the annoyance. You truly did feel happy for him underneath it all. 

And, in the end, it’s how you decide to let him off the hook — though not without teasing him, first. “No way, the Natasha Romanoff? How the hell have you managed that one?” 

Steve pushes your shoulder, and the force of his shove knocks you sideways onto the covers of his bed. “Fine,” you grouse, sighing heavily and resigning yourself to a night on your own. “I’ll let you off this time.”

“I’ll make it up to you, Flower,” Steve promises. And you believe him. He has always kept his word; ever since the two of you were kids. 

“Good,” you say, smiling softly. “I expect an apology at my door in the next few days, though.”

Laughing, Steve nods, and then he stands from his bed. 

“I’ll leave you to it then, I hope you have fun, bro.” 

It is an impossible task for you to hide your dejected hurt from Steve, though. Clever and perceptive as he is, he detects the subtle sombre undertones underlying your reassurances, narrowing in on them like a dog to a bone. 

You get to your feet with a quiet sigh, and as you move, you miss the thoughtful expression on his face; the perk of his ears at the almost indistinguishable shuffling of feet just outside of his bedroom. “How about you have a movie night with Bucky, instead?” 

You stop in your tracks, frozen in shock at the sudden and downright surprising suggestion. “Stevie,” you admonish, “Bucky does not want to waste a Friday night with me–“

“I don’t mind!” Bucky shouts eagerly from the doorway, and you spin around to face him. The nervous fidget of his curls his fingers and hands around one another, over and over. 

Had he been listening that whole time? 

Guilt begins to flood you. Imposing on any plans Bucky  may have made was a burden you did not want to bear,  and you couldn’t fathom who would want to spend the night with their best friend’s little sister. “Thank you, Bucky, that’s really sweet of you,” you placate, smiling at him. “But I know you’ve probably got better things to do on a Friday night than be with me.”

Bucky seems to swell in the doorway, his chest puffing up and he sets his jaw, a determined glint in his eyes. “Actually, Buttercup,” he retorts, crossing his arms in a decisive move. “A movie night with you sounds perfect.” 

The confidence in his tone takes you by surprise, and you flounder for a second while you stare into his steel blue eyes. “Really?”

“‘Course,” he replies easily, shrugging his shoulders. “It’ll be fun.”

His words, and charming smile, ultimately win you over.  

With your attention wholly focused on Bucky as he begins to talk about what movies to watch, you miss the knowing, victorious smirk that curls Steve’s lips.  

“Okay,” Steve calls from the doorway, looking back at the two of you, and you can’t help but be frustrated by his stalling. “Be good and behave while I’m gone. Oh, and, no staying up past your bedtimes — Bucky, her bedtime is ten o’clock sharp.”

The scowl on your face only serves to make him laugh, and you huff your exasperation before your hands grip his biceps; the only way to get him out the door is brute force. “Get out, Stevie,” you grunt, pushing with all your might, but it is to no avail. Steve is as immovable as a statue made of marble. “Don’t you have to go see Natasha?”

“Yeah,” Bucky agrees, and you hear the rustling sound of fabric. “Don’t you?”

Instinct tells you to duck, and you do so, just in the nick of time to avoid the pillow Bucky launches across the room from his place next to the couch. The pillow hits Steve square in the face with a comical thump. 

You burst into laughter at the stunned look of disbelief on Steve’s face, and you look over at Bucky, who is leaning against the sofa; a smug grin pulls his lips up and scrunches his nose.  “Get the hell outta here already, punk.”

With Steve distracted by Bucky’s betrayal, you take the chance to shove him out of the front door and watch delightedly as he stumbles in the hallway. “Hey–!” The door slams shut behind him, cutting him off. 

Giggles shake your shoulders as you put your back to the door, leaning against it with all of your strength as Steve turns the handle — evidently not finished in the war of quips. 

Bucky’s laughter from his place by the sofa makes your stomach flutter, and he walks closer, just as Steve stops attempting to break down the door. 

With the end of Steve’s attempts to forcefully open the door, you turn and face the wood and peer out of the peephole. A blond mop of hair is just within view. “Bye Stevie!” you call through the door, “Have fun, wear protection!”

Steve’s reply is muffled by the wood, and he flips you off before walking away.  

Shaking your head, you turn back to face the living room, and you see Bucky fussing around the sofa and coffee table. The strong aroma of a sweet, spicy scent fills your senses and you inhale deeply, letting the tantalising smell fill your lungs, before you ask, “Bucky, what are you doing?”

He sends you a furtive glance before looking back down at the snacks laid out on the coffee table, neatly placed next to two already filled glasses of drink. A bag of popcorn threatens to spill from his arms. “I’m, uh– I’m setting up? For the movie–?”

You could not help but notice how fast the bravado and confidence he displayed in the presence of Steve vanishes when he was with you, and you alone.  

“Oh, sweetie,” you coo, walking closer. “I thought we could watch the movie in your room, instead of out here. It’ll be more comfortable, at least, and we can spread out. Is that okay?” 

The popcorn bag that threatened to spill from his arms bursts instead, scattering the popped kernels all over the floor, making him yelp. “Ah! Uh– Okay, we… We can if you want?”

You nod once. “Absolutely. I’d rather be in your bed any day, then out here,” you tease, amused by the way Bucky’s eyes bulge and his cheeks flush. Then you look down at the popcorn all over the floor, and add, “But first, let’s clean this up.” 

Bucky starts to clean up the mess, and he tells you to grab the movies you agreed upon from the collection in the bookshelf. 

The selection to choose from is packed, as it always is. “Why don’t I grab a couple?” 

“Sure,” Bucky answers, sweeping the popcorn into a dustpan. “I mean, why not? May as well go all out.”

You grin and grab a couple of cases. “Do you need some help–”

“No, I’ve got it, Bubs,” Bucky interrupts. You look over your shoulder at him to see the blankets bundled high in his arms, and before you could protest and insist you help carry them, he shuffles off in the direction of his bedroom. 

Then, you glance down at the coffee table to see that the snacks and drinks are missing. “Did you grab the snacks?”

“Yeah!” Bucky calls back, muffled by the walls between the two of you. 

A fond sigh falls from your lips and you follow after him, DVD cases in hand.  

The tension in the air of his bedroom is charged with something you could not quite describe, and the butterflies in your stomach roar to life for it. You square your shoulders, and smile through it. “It’s no different, it’s no different,” you mutter under your breath; a mantra for confidence. 

Though, it is short lived. 

Bucky throws the blankets onto his bed with a grunt, and both the TV and DVD player switch on, ready to accept one of the disks you held in your hand. 

A shuddery breath falls from your lips, and you make your way to the player to place the first disc in. It whirrs to life as you turn to look at Bucky, who is placing the snacks on a tray table, his tongue between his teeth as he works. 

“Okay,” he hums, turning to face you, a shy smile on his face. “You ready, Bubs?” Without waiting for an answer, he walks past you to the light switch, his index finger poised to flip it off. 

You look down at your body, the warm outerwear you had thrown on to get to Steve’s apartment suddenly becomes scorching hot against your skin, and an idea comes to mind — flustering him has given you a rush of confidence before… 

“Almost,” you say, a hidden smirk on your lips. The layers of warmth are soft in your hands while you take them off, and you’re left in a thin tank top and soft, cotton shorts. “Now I am.”

A faint choking noise comes from the doorway behind you when you place the warmer clothes on Bucky’s desk chair. Inwardly, a coy smirk lifts the corner of your lips; outwardly, you look over to him, concerned and ever curious. 

His face, normally soft and kind whenever he looked at you, is taut with embarrassment; blotchy and red. His eyes are frantically looking anywhere, and everywhere around the room but at you. 

“Buck?” you say, getting his attention. His eyes meet yours. “You okay?”

The fidgeting is your first clue that he is struggling with something, and it is a battle to keep the teasing smile off your lips when his hands run constantly through his long hair and or come to a stop in the pockets of his grey sweats. 

Patiently, you watch while he repeats the same actions several times, each pass of his hands only serving to make him even more flushed. “Yeah. Yep,” Bucky coughs. “Mhm. Just great, thanks.” He looks up to the ceiling and gulps loudly. “You’re really wearing those? Uh– Just those, I mean?” 

You thin your lips to try and hurriedly fight off a smile as you grab your warm, fluffy socks from your bag. “Of course, silly,” you tease, shaking your head once. “I always wear my comfy clothes on movie night.”

The room turns deathly silent when you bend at the hip to pull the socks up your feet. 

Peering up from your task, you see Bucky staring at your legs, evidently thinking he hadn’t been caught and his eyes begin to trail upwards, towards your chest. The slackjawed expression amuses you, though you feel the beginning sparks of your own shyness come to life.

“Buck?” A nervous laugh bubbles in your chest, and you play with the hem of your tank top at the heat in his gaze. “Bucky?” you try again, “Are you ready?”

“Uh– Yeah, yes,” he rushes, quickly flicking the light off so his face is cast into shadow. You could have sworn he looked like a kid getting caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar — wide eyes and a deepening blush that spread down his neck.  

Bucky had always been a little shy in your presence, this you knew. Whenever you come over to visit Steve, or you bump into Bucky on campus, you always notice a remarkable difference in his normal, unwavering charm that he had in familiar company. 

This lack of swagger gives you the impression that you unfasten the young, boyish version of him; the one ruled by nerves, and hindered by a severe lack of confidence. 

Sure, you enjoy spending time with him here and there when you hang out at your brother’s apartment, but never before have you been this close to him, and alone. 

“Why don’t we–?” You gesture towards Bucky’s bed, and before he could either protest or agree, you jog to the edge and jump onto the plush mattress with a squeal of laughter. The blankets cover you easily as you roll yourself in them. “This is perfect,” you sigh, happy and content. 

“And where am I meant to sit?” Bucky laughs, appearing in your eye line with a bright, amused expression. “You blanket hog.”

“Fine,” you drawl, and you disentangle yourself from the cocoon of blankets. 

“Why, thank you, madame,” Bucky says, extending his hand in a mock salute, and he sits down in the now available spot, before sidling up the mattress, to rest his back on the headboard.

The broadness of his shoulders don’t leave much room between the two of you, and you decide to snuggle up to his side in a bid to get comfortable. You feel him tense with the proximity, but he doesn’t push you away or say anything.

“Are you ready now?” you ask, reaching for the remote. “For the movie?”

“Yeah, go ahead,” he rasps, nodding quickly.

Despite his initial nerves, Bucky settles comfortably in your presence — half of the movie goes by undisturbed with only the occasional shuffling to get comfortable after getting a snack, or a drink.  

That all changes the moment Bucky becomes restless,his leg twitching against yours constantly, and he repositions himself every couple of minutes. From the corner of your eye, you see his mouth opening and closing; the courage building within him to speak up. You bite your tongue against the urge — let him speak first, you chided yourself. 

“So,” Bucky eventually says, his voice quiet. “How are your classes going, Buttercup?” 

You take your eyes off the screen and face Bucky, but he’s already looking at you, his eyes bright from the glow of the TV. 

“They’re going good,” you reply, just as quietly. “Yeah, they’re busy — hectic, even, but good.” 

The fabric of the comforter ruffles as you turn your body towards him — your shorts ride up with the movement, and your bare thighs brush against his sweats. Bucky tenses while you settle in and only relaxes when you stop shifting in place. “This time of year is always busy, the coursework and exams,” you continue, shrugging your shoulders. “But I’m managing okay, thanks.” 

Bucky nods his head thoughtfully. “Yeah, all those art projects you’ve gotta finish, it must be tiring.” 

Shock slackens your features and you reel back — you could not recall telling him what you studied. “How do you know what major I’m taking?”

“I– um,” Bucky stutters, suddenly overwhelmingly shy. “I hear you talking to Steve about it. Y’know, when– When you come over, on movie nights, and other nights.” 

You can sense Bucky is not done explaining; he licks his lips and stares at his lap, where he fidgets, again. Quietly, as if embarrassed, he continues, “I see you lugging your big canvases across campus sometimes, too. From class, and– And from the window, when I’m actually studying.”

Warmth creeps up your neck again and you blink rapidly. You hadn’t noticed that he took so much notice of you before now, and you couldn’t help but feel endeared over it. 

Desperate to shift the attention away from yourself, you blurt, “How’s, uh– How’s training going for football season this year?”  

Bucky freezes for a second, then trips over his words, “Oh, it’s good– Yeah, it’s great. Coach says I’m progressing well, so I’m doing alright, I guess.”

“So modest, Buck,” you tease. It was common knowledge on campus that Bucky is the star player of the college football team, while also being scouted to join the professional leagues. You place your hand on his arm and squeeze his bicep reassuringly, lending him a bit of your confidence. “Don’t you sell yourself short, I’ve seen you play — you’re amazing!” 

He inhales sharply and grimaces, an expression that contorts his handsome face. “You really think so?” 

“Bucky,” you say slowly. The tense line of his body is obvious as you shuffle closer, but you are determined to prove your point; assure him of his talent and abilities, for all of a shy puppy that he is.  

“Listen to me, honey,” you continue, and Bucky refuses to meet your gaze, instead focusing on his hands. “Everyone can see it, all of us — all of the women in the crowds, all of the kids that watch you from the sidelines. We’re all screaming for you.”

His skin is warm under your palm, but you don’t remove your hand. Instead, you grip his arm and shake it a little. “You’re amazing.”

Bucky stays silent — contemplative of your words, and you take the opportunity to think over the reason why Bucky chooses to stay in on a Friday night. 

There is no questioning the fact that Bucky Barnes could pull anyone he wanted, whether it was to party, or to fuck, but to your recollection — and from what Steve had slipped in the past — no one has ever witnessed Bucky bringing anyone home, drunk or otherwise. No partner he could call his own, either, and he didn’t brag about the obvious charm he held over the many women on or off campus. 

Cautiously, you venture towards the subject of your curiosity. “Speaking of, shouldn’t you be going out on dates on a Friday night, like Stevie? Surely you’ve got tons of girls lined up for you.”  

Bucky’s silence turns deafening, unnatural. His body becomes stiff and he looks to be barely breathing. 

“Buck?” You sit up and look into his face. It’s pulled taut with what you could only guess as shame, but that made no sense, and with a mounting, swelling horror, you realise you may have pushed him too far; teased beyond the point of what is acceptable between friends. “Hey, did I say something wrong? I’m so sorry–”

“No! No– I… fuck.” Bucky throws his head back against the headboard and covers his face. “Oh, God,” he groans, muffled by his hands. “Shit.”

“Bucky–” You hesitate, unsure of what to do or what to say. You’ve never seen Bucky behave like this, so anxious and uneasy. “I– I’ll go, it’s alright, I’m sorry,” you say quickly, and you start to shuffle off of the bed when you hear his muffled voice say something behind his hands. “What was that, I didn’t–?”

A heavy sigh lifts his shoulders, and they slump back down as he exhales. “Ihaventevenhadmyfirstkissyet.”

“Sweetheart,” you say quietly, and you shift back towards him. The curtain of hair he’s so fond of covers and conceals his eyes from view, but you refrain from tucking it behind his ear. “I did not understand a word of what you just said.” 

Bucky clears his throat and shifts uncomfortably, looking up at you with a great effort. “I– uh.” His hands land on his thighs with a finality not unlike the final siren at his football games, and he utters a reluctant, “I haven’t even had my first kiss yet.” 

His bedroom is quiet enough you would hear a pin drop. The TV had long powered off, since the movie finished while you talked, and the tension was palpable; a living, breathing encumberment that could not be cut with a knife. The flickering light from the still burning candle on his bedside drawers makes shadows dance across Bucky’s face. 

Okay, you think privately, so what? 

Bucky hasn’t kissed anyone before. It was justifiable — too busy with life, training and keeping up his GPA. You didn’t have to make a big deal out of this. “That’s okay–” Then the reality of the situation hits you, and your mind screeches to a halt. 

If Bucky hasn’t had his first kiss… “Does– Wait, does that mean–?”

“Yes.” Bucky squeezes his eyes tight and refuses to look at you — it is obviously a painful confession, yet he still forces himself to spit it out, putting voice to the doubt in your mind. “I’m a virgin.”

Now that catches you off guard. 

Bucky… is a virgin? 

Bucky, the star football player; built like a Greek god with the charisma to match. 

Sweat beads on his forehead and he looks like he is about to bolt from the room in his fear, and you realise all of your thoughts had shown in your expression. 

“Oh,” you manage, blinking slowly. The hand that was gripping his arm had moved without you realising, and you hastily place it back on his bicep. “Oh, Bucky.”

No other words come to mind. 

When you came to visit Steve for movie night, a calm, easy tradition in your routine, you never expected to end up in this kind of situation; on the other side of a confession that has left you speechless with shock, all while a strange confliction brews deep within your guts. 

You had been there once, and what you wouldn’t have given to have the opportunity to experience it with someone you trusted wholeheartedly — like you did Bucky, your mind supplies not-so-helpfully. 

The realisation hits you harder than you expect, and you gasp quietly, still gripping his arm to reassure him. 

Bucky moves his hands to cover his face again, and his chest rises and falls with a sharp hitch. The nervous pants for air that part his lips bring you back down to earth and away from that revelation. You know he’s embarrassed; ducking his head to his chest and glancing up as though you had scolded him. The entirety of his toned body is rigid with fear, each muscle clenching and poised to run, to save what dignity he feels he has left after such a confession. 

It’s difficult not to stare at the veins that line and bulge from his forearms down to his deft hands,  and you almost feel guilty for it; he’s in distress, fretting over the reveal of his lack of sexual prowess, but you cannot help the lingering gaze over his body. He just looks so pretty. 

From the get go, ever since you had met the star football player, you have always fantasised about him. The silent crush on Bucky had developed into such a deep attraction you almost couldn’t bear it any longer. 

Having convinced yourself of the non-existent reciprocation kept your tongue at bay, in the past.  And while Bucky’s virginity is a surprise, it did not hinder or lessen your feelings for him, quite the opposite; the heady weight of it settling over your mind like a blanket. 

What was stopping you now? What would be the harm in testing the waters?

To hell with it, you decide. The springs of the mattress creak as you move to shuck the blanket off of your body, then your legs. 

Bucky audibly gulps behind his hands when you move closer, and he positively freezes, like a deer in headlights, as you lift your leg up and over his thighs to straddle him. The soft brush of his sweatpants over your legs sends a shiver up your spine, and you sit down, settling your body comfortably on his thighs, just above his knees. 

“What– What are you doing–?” Bucky whispers, and his words are muffled behind his palms. You grin, unseen by your quarry, and you shuffle up his thighs to his hips, your clothed cunt just below the seam at his crotch.  

The sound of Bucky choking on his own spit is comical. 

You pull his hands away from his face, the urge to kiss each palm overwhelming; feather-soft brushes of your lips against the soft skin sends the pulse in his throat racing. “Buttercup, please– This is embarrassing enough–”

“Bucky,” you whisper, cutting him off. “Look at me.”

Blue eyes meet yours, and you pour all of the unspoken words between you both in your soft gaze, willing him to feel the yearning. “Kiss me.” 

“But–” He hesitates, a fish out of water again. His mouth hangs slack from the shock of such a bold request, and you place your pointer finger over his lips, shushing him before he can carry on protesting. 

You pout, placing a hint of pleading in your tone, “Please?”

He looks at you as though you’ve grown two heads. “I– What, I mean,” he flounders, arms hovering at his sides, hesitant to touch you — terrified of taking it a step too far. “I don’t know–“

“Aw, Buck,” you coo, smiling softly. Carefully, you shuffle further up his lap until your knees brush against the headboard of his bed. Gently, you place your palms on Bucky’s toned chest, just above his beating heart hammering away — not wanting to frighten him. “I’ll show you, okay?”

“Yeah.” The tremble in his voice makes your heart ache, but you smile encouragingly.

“Here we go,” you soothe. He smiles weakly back, eyes still wide with shock. “I’ve got you.”

You slowly and steadily move closer to Bucky’s face. A shudder racks through his whole body when he feels your breath against his neck, and you peck his stubbled cheek before sitting back upright to face him.

“Okay,” Bucky shakily says, fisting the blankets in his hands. “Okay. That was okay.”

“See? It’s not so bad,” you tease, and you tilt your head to the side, sticking out your cheek. “Your turn.” From the corner of your eyes, you watch his eyes sweep across your face, still hesitant and nervous, but a slither of curiosity now shining through. 

Broad, strong shoulders lift in tandem with his deep, grounding breath, and he steadily leans in before he second guesses himself. He resolutely does not touch your body, but he manages to find the confidence to gently press his lips against your skin, kissing your cheek. 

This time, he sits back and looks up at you for direction and reassurance. 

You consider it, ignoring the fluttering of your heart. His touch was sweet, but polite; a kiss on the cheek that you would give a friend after such a long time apart. And, in the end, you want Bucky to gain more confidence and actually enjoy kissing — he shouldn’t have to be ashamed to want it. “Good, that was good,” you say, keeping your tone mellow so as to not spook him.

He is making good progress, and gentle encouragement is the way to ensure it continues, you reason with yourself. “Now, I want you to do the exact same thing, but start gradually moving towards my lips.”

“Oh– Okay, okay,” he breathes, and his eyes widen slightly before they dart down towards his lap. 

That needs to be rectified immediately, before he shuts down, you hastily think, and you react swifty, your hands roaming from his chest and up to the sides of his neck, adding a little pressure to bring him back down to earth. 

There was an innate need for him to know that he could trust you; that you would treat him with the respect he deserves. 

Gently, you lift his head up, forcing him to look at you, and the downturn of his lips makes your heart ache. All you want to do is soothe the fear and rid the worry from his pretty eyes that pierce you, even through the strands of hair that have fallen in his face. 

“You’re okay, Buck,” you soothe, rubbing your thumbs over his warm, rosy cheeks. The movement and assurance seem to do the trick. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

A minute passes, and you watch as the confliction flitters across his face; an inward battle to assemble his courage to bridge the gap between you both.

There is another minute of silence, when he slowly advances, leaving his palms flat on the covers of his bed as he kisses you on the cheek. 

“That’s it,” you praise, sitting still in his lap, but smiling softly in encouragement.

Bucky hesitantly returns the smile, and he doesn’t move away, rather, he decides to stay close. “You did good,” you say, still smiling, and he takes you by surprise when he moves forwards again to place another tiny kiss even closer to your lips. “Oh–”

The soft brush of his lips makes you freeze, and he takes his time, building his confidence with each peck he makes. 

Finally, he reaches the corner of your lips, and he stalls; confidence wavering and faltering with the daunting task. You go to part your lips to speak on instinct, to encourage him, when he suddenly moves even closer to your face, making you hastily shut your mouth and brace for what was to come; willing for your heart to slow down the tattoo it beats against your throat.  

“Okay,” Bucky whispers more to himself, and he clears his throat before licking his lips. “Okay, okay. Just–” His lips connect with the curve of you own, the brief and fleeting connection enough to tell you that his lips are plump; ripe to swell and redden with a passionate make out session. 

Hastily, Bucky withdraws, but not all the way back — he lingers and only allows the tiniest space between your faces.

“You did it, sweetheart,” you coo, keeping your voice low. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Th– Thanks,” he stutters, and the rosy blush he sported turns a splotchy crimson. Interesting, you think.  

You turn your head to look at him, and the proximity of his face makes both of your lips brush against each other. The intoxicating softness consumes you, and you cannot deny the reality that Bucky is there, he is right there. A torture that intensifies in the billowing silence, while a burning, reckless spike of adrenaline rushes through your veins.

“Do you want more?” you ask quietly, breaking the silence and shattering the tension. 

A harsh breath falls from Bucky’s lips, and he presses forward to kiss you properly for the first time. 

Whatever you had been expecting for a first kiss from the inexperienced, sweet, charming man beneath you, flew out the window. Your lips slot perfectly over his, a chaste kiss that held enough need and want to be something far more; it could not hold a candle to the sex you had with past flings.  

The kiss, unexpected as it was, lasts only for a couple seconds longer before Bucky pulls back from it, panting lightly — puffs of air fanning over your slightly parted lips. He lingers, bumping his nose into yours to keep close. 

But eventually, Bucky pulls all the way back to rest against the headboard. 

The silence is not deafening — not like it was before, and you open your eyes, blinking slowly. 

Bucky is already staring at you. His eyes are glazed over with hunger, and he's out of breath, the rise and fall of his chest faster than before. 

You fare no better. Your heart pounds heavily in your chest, but it still feels like it’s lodged in your throat. No words are spoken between the two of you; just an invisible string that keeps you entwined to one another. 

It’s difficult to find the words to say, especially after something so raw and vulnerable; so new and budding. You want him to feel safe, like he had done good, though; you want to tell him he has nothing to worry about, not with you. 

And just as you open your mouth to speak, to praise him for how well he had done, Bucky slides his hands up your thighs, over your waist, and up to your neck, cupping the back of it in his large palm. “I want–” 

To your utter shock, he drags you closer, his lips greedily slotting over yours for a far deeper kiss.  

Bucky can’t get enough of you; already addicted and demanding more. You can’t be mad for it, not when he’s a sensational kisser — he’s good, far too good. The basics have you dizzy with want, and you decide on a whim to challenge him, to push him a little further and test the boundaries. 

You part your lips as Bucky pulls back, and before he could kiss you again, you tentatively tease your tongue against his lips. The sensation makes him sit rigid again beneath you, and he chases your tongue, the surprised moan he lets slip vibrates into your mouth.

The power of such a move has you smirking into the kiss. 

You only plan to stoke the fire by pushing him into the deep end a little — the prospect of overwhelming him too risky, but when you feel the effortless slide of Bucky’s tongue entering your parted lips to dance with your own, it leaves you physically stunned and unable to move. 

Bucky compliments you perfectly, as though he is a natural, and someone so timid should not be capable of that — it’s dangerous. 

It escalates — tongues dance and lips clash, and Bucky’s breath is heavy on your lips, as yours is on his, when he pulls back for air. There’s a pull that you can’t ignore, not any longer, and you bring your hands up from his neck to his hair, threading your fingers through it, making him moan quietly against your lips, “Bu–”

Your nails scrape against his scalp while he speaks, and you squeak in shock as Bucky’s hips surge upwards, forcing his hard cock against your clothed cunt. “Oh, fuck–” he gasps, and his body turns rigid with fear again while he pleads for forgiveness. “I’m so sorry, so sorry, Bubs– I–”

Quickly, you place your index finger over his lips. “Hush, you. It’s alright. I loved it,” you reassure, and suddenly, it turns into a game for you — you are desperate to see how Bucky plays along, how close to the edge you can get him. “Let it go, it’s okay.”

Bucky’s breath hitches as you grind down hard against him, and his hands rush down from your neck to grip your waist. The unabashed moan he lets slip is sinful; a delight to be the cause of, and a Cheshire Cat grin splits your lips. You’ll be damned if you don’t get more from him, you decide.

“Fuck,” he grits out, the grip of his hands on your waist turning painful. “Fuck, yes.” 

You moan and allow him to move your body where he wants it — predictably, he perches you straight on his crotch and his hands wander, slipping beneath the tank top you wear to brush against your skin. 

The resolve he had held onto so strongly is starting to slip, and you inwardly scream with joy at the dilation of his pupils, the heavy pants of his breath — a poor, virtuous man is melting into a puddle at your feet. 

The position of your body gives you an impression of just how big Bucky is, and with his cock hard, you can feel the girth and the size of him against your cunt  — a crime, you think, that it wasn’t inside you.

Your motions of grinding down into him have the tip of his cock catching on your clit through your shorts, and the thin material has no pretence of protectiveness, and you greedily lap every single, last sensation up while shamelessly taking more.  

“Bucky,” you whine against his mouth, and in turn, he nips at your swollen bottom lip before sucking on it. “Fuck– S’good.”

“Buttercup, baby,” Bucky slurs, and his fingertips dig into your skin, unknowingly marking you in his lust-fuelled haze. “Fuckin’ feel good, please,” he whimpers, unable to keep kissing you with the way his moans and litany of quiet cries fall from his lips, longing for more; too far gone, he can’t help himself anymore. “Need more, please.”

You’re all too pleased to listen to his cries for you; begging would taste so much sweeter, though. Next time. “Okay,” you soothe, pecking him on the nose. “I’ll give you more, sweetheart.”

The bed creaks as you shuffle up Bucky’s lap, and you move your hands to grip the headboard. “Don’t keep quiet on me,” you warn. 

“Wha– Fuck!”

You pant as you grind down on Bucky’s cock, the effort of making your hips work this hard and fast steals your breath, but the sounds — oh, the sounds falling from his pretty lips make it all worth it. 

The added friction of your lace panties against your soaked clit only amplifies the pleasure for you, and it’s all you can do to keep going.

Bucky throws his head back and groans to the ceiling, but you follow him, leaning over and panting into each other's mouths and kissing messily, barely able to put anything behind them as you work the both of you closer to release. 

You pull back to look at him, and the slope of his neck is too tempting to leave alone — the  loose strands from his hair are sticking to the sweat gathering on his skin, and you watch a bead of it roll down a curve of corded muscle. 

Of course, you weren’t going to let it go — you want him to crack.

Bucky moans, his breath stuttering as your tongue chases the bead of sweat, and you latch onto his skin, sucking steadily at his pulse point. “Baby– Baby, please, fuck,” he babbles, forcing his head back further to expose more of his neck. 

You oblige, all too willingly and with a giddy enthusiasm; the bow of your lips trace over his Adam’s apple and down to his collarbone, where you bite down gently. 

“Shit, shit,” Bucky suddenly exclaims, his words slurring together. “No– No, please, I ca– Can’t,” he begs, and you pull away from his neck, brows furrowing in concern. “Please, I don’t want to– To, shit–”

Words seem to be out of his grasp, and you wait patiently for him to gather his thoughts while you watch the thread of his restraint wearing thin, so close to snapping when he’s this overwhelmed with the pleasure you are giving him. 

You can’t have that, though. 

Bucky was torturing himself, not allowing himself the pleasure of giving into his base desires - what he needs. “Can’t what, sweetheart?” you ask. “You can’t cum?”

Bucky nods his head frantically, his eyes widening. You consider him, the sweat on his brow and upper lip, the way his eyes plead for something more; he’s so desperate to not cum, to let go. 

It’s plain as day that he is holding himself back, when you knew deep down that he is itching to relinquish control and give in. 

You decide then to push, to throw caution to the wind and make him take it. “Why not?” you whine, grinding back and forth, back and forth, over his painfully hard cock. “Doesn’t my pussy feel good, baby?” 

Bucky whimpers and scrunches his face up, cock throbbing as he grows closer to finishing. You don’t think he realises how he rambles to himself, “Fuck, yes! It does—fuck, it does baby.” 

“Think for me, sweetheart,” you say, leaning close to his face. “Just think for me, how good being inside my pussy would be.” The lure of being inside your cunt cracks the last of his resolve; control slipping through his fingers before he can grasp hold of it.  

You smirk, watching how his brows furrow and his eyes squeeze shut. “Just think, Bucky,” you repeat, “How wet and tight I’d be for you. How I would scream for more; beg for more of your cock and what you give me.” 

The sound Bucky makes is close to a wounded animal, and his grip on your waist is sure to leave bruises. “Oh, sweetheart,” you coo, mouthing softly up his neck until your lips brush over the shell of his ear, and you whisper, “Doesn’t that sound good, baby?”

Something snaps within him. 

The headboard of the bed thumps against the wall as Bucky tumbles over the cliff, his restraint long gone, and he wraps his arms tightly around you, curling them around your waist to hold you impossibly close. You feel something wet on your neck, and you realise belatedly that Bucky is crying silently, overwhelmed with the pleasure. 

To reassure him, you thread your fingers through his hair again to scratch at his scalp. You feel his lips move up and down your neck, placing open mouthed kisses over the skin “Are you okay?” you ask softly, careful to not move in his hold. “Bucky, baby?”

“Mhm,” Bucky hums, and he buries his face further into your neck, nodding frantically. “Pleasepleaseplease.”

A victorious smirk pulls the corner of your lips up. You know you have him — Bucky’s too far gone to come back down now, and he won’t be able to stop. 

“Go on,” you purr. Bucky hungrily grinds up into your heat, seeking it out and forcing a gasp from your lips with the pressure. “That’s it,” you push, and your last deadly blow has the dam breaking, once and for all: “Cum for me then, pretty boy.”

“Oh, oh, fuck– Baby–” Bucky moaned, but you keep steady pressure over his cock, and his hips start to stutter in rhythm. “Shit!” 

“That’s it, that’s it, sweetheart,” you coax, just as a damp patch stains the crotch of his sweats, and his legs tremble under your thighs. There’s a loud thump as his head hits the headboard of his bed. 

“Fuck–” Your own climax begins to mount, the tension of it unbearable, and just the band snaps, you cry out to the ceiling, “Bucky!”

The room is full of pants for air, the synchronised rise and fall of your chests in tandem with the twitching muscles of your body; the rushed gasps for breath a symphony to your ears.

“Holy shit,” you murmur, and you finally look at Bucky — only to be taken aback with the awestruck expression on his handsome face. His lips are stretched wide in a dopey grin, and his eyes, while normally so bright and soft, are glazed over with post-orgasm bliss. 

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he whispers. You feel the brush of his fingers over your waist and thighs, a soothing touch that in combination with his words sends another wave of heat up your neck. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”

You smile nervously, suddenly speechless with the earnestness and fondness in his voice. Instead, you shuffle down his thighs to rest your arms on his shoulders more comfortably, and you play with the hair on the nape of his neck — the soft locks damp with sweat. 

The two of you stare into one another’s eyes, then, you rest your forehead on his to whisper, “Well, handsome, not so bad for your first kiss.”

Bucky starts to laugh, then giggles take over as he faceplants into your chest, nuzzling himself against your tits in shyness. 

After a while, Bucky starts to shift in place, and you start to rise up off of his lap, when his sudden stiffness alarms you. “Bucky? What’s the matter?”

“I— I don’t, I didn’t mean to—“ He stutters, looking down at his crotch. You follow his gaze, utterly confused — there is nothing abnormal, only the wet patch of cum staining the material. 

Your confusion only increases, and you look back to Bucky’s face. It’s blotchy and red from embarrassment. “Bucky?”

“I– Oh, goddamnit,” he mutters, and he looks down at his lap again pointedly.

The realisation washes over you; a lightbulb suddenly going off in your head. He was embarrassed over coming in his pants. “Bucky, sweetheart,” you say, moving to cup his cheeks and force him to look at you. “Listen to me, okay?”

Blue eyes meet yours, his gaze pensive. You muster the warmest, kindest smile; no judgement apparent in your own eyes as you stare at him. “There is no need to feel ashamed.”

“But–” Bucky tries. 

“No, listen to me,” you interrupt, and you lean in closer, bumping his nose with yours before reassuring him, “There's no need to feel ashamed, sweetheart.”

His pure, innocent gaze doesn’t fail to make you swoon even more over him. “It doesn’t?”

“Of course not, you know why?” Bucky shakes his head, eyes wide and intent to listen to anything you have to say. Your lips hover over his as you whisper, “Because I love you making a mess for me, baby.”

The weekend passes by swiftly, a tangle of bedsheets and limbs; kisses and fleeting touches that turn into passionate embraces. 

It was only when Steve came home on the Saturday night did he kick both you and Bucky out of the apartment with a yell of, “Bye! Have fun, kids!”

You decided to take Bucky back to your dorm-room — an easy decision when you get to watch how his eyes trail over your body as you walk down the halls holding hands. 

And on Sunday morning, bright and early, a series of knocks on your dorm-room door wakes you out of your slumber. “Damn,” you grumble, blinking slowly into the dimly lit room. The curtains are drawn, but a slither of gold peeks from behind the fabric; right over Bucky’s face and the mess of his hair. 

You sigh and tiredly throw the covers off you, mentally preparing yourself to get out of bed, but before you can get up, two arms curl around your waist and tug you backwards into a muscled chest. The warmth of the embrace makes you sigh contentedly.

“No,” Bucky groans before burying his face into your neck and smothering you with his body; trapping you with his arms and winding his legs around yours. “Dun’ get up.” 

You giggle as he starts kissing your shoulders and nibbling at your neck — the stubble of his jaw tickling the soft skin while his lips soothed over it. “I have to,” you say quietly, and you grab his arm to pull it off, only– 

“Nuh-uh. Where y’think you're goin’, Buttercup?” The deep rumble of his morning voice has you inner self trembling, memorising your antics of your weekend together. “Can’t leave me.” And to solidify his claim, Bucky clings onto you like a koala. 

“Bucky, you big goof.” You slap his arm, but he just grunts his protest, clinging to your body tighter. “Come on,” you say, wriggling — it’s met with no success of him releasing you. “Get off of me so I can answer the door.”

But you should have known that he is far too stubborn to let up that easily — a stubborn puppy that refused to give up his treat. “No. Tell ‘em to fuck off.”

“Fine.” Your only hope is an attempt to bribe him, you decide, and you look at him to find he’s staring at you through a half-lidded eye, the other eye obscured by his pillow. “How about you let me go, and I promise to give you unlimited cuddles for the rest of the day, no moving whatsoever?” 

That gets his attention, and he perks his head up to lean closer to yours. “I wan’ unlimited kisses, too,” he negotiates, pouting his lips and narrowing his eyes. 

You cannot help but chuckle. “Deal, handsome.”

Bucky plonks backwards onto the bed, star fishing in his sulking — the treat now successfully taken away. 

With your newfound freedom, you sit up and stretch, ignoring the grumbles and quiet whines of, “Bein’ left alone ain’t right,” and, “Tell whoever it is to fuck off, I mean it.”

The bedsheets rustle under you when you scoot to the edge, the warmth of Bucky’s body and the softness of the covers already sorely missed, especially when you stand up and slip into your fluffy, warm gown and slippers. The brush of Bucky’s shirt over your skin makes you smile, the fabric soft and worn but oh so perfectly Bucky. 

“Hurry back, Buttercup,” he calls after you as you walk slowly out of the room. “Please—don’ leave me too long.”

“Drama queen,” you whisper, quiet enough he wouldn’t hear. The knocking comes again and you curse the cause — if it’s your friend from class asking to borrow your notes again, you were going to slam the door straight back in their face. Aloud, you say, “I’m coming, I’m coming. Don’t bust the hinges.”

You prepare the speech to scold your friend as you walk to the door, and you grab the hand;e — the metal of it cold from the chill overnight. The door swings open with a loud creak, and you start saying, “What are you–”

The lack of a presence, or anyone at the door, stops you short — not even a shadow of someone running away down the hall.  “Fucking door dashers,” you groan, and you turn on your heel to go back inside when the toe of your slipper bumps into something on the ground. “What–?”

A gift basket, filled to the brim with an assortment of chocolates and scattered gift cards to your favourite stores, is innocuously sitting there. In the middle of the basket, poking its head out next to a bouquet of your favourite flowers, is the head of a stuffie Golden Retriever, the fur irresistibly soft and the eyes bright — much like Bucky’s. Its mouth held a note scrawled in messy cursive. 

“Okay,” you mumble, and you kneel down to look at it closer, worried that there had been a mix up or confusion of a dorm number. As you near the letter, you realise that the messy scrawl spells out Flower. “Wait.” 

That meant only one person was responsible. 

Your fingers tore open the letter and unfold it; the messy scrawl continues on the inside, too.  

Flower, I’m sorry for bailing on our movie night. 

I know you’re pissed, but I hope this and the beefcake attached to your back makes up for my mistake. 

Love ya squirt, 

Your big bro.

“Stevie,” you say, eyes darting over the lines of script. “You sneaky bastard.” There is a post script just below his sign off, and you continue to read.

P.S. Date went well, tell you all about it on movie night next week? I’m sure we’ll have guests joining us x 

Shaking your head in amusement, you place the note back with the stuffie, and pick up the rest of your basket. “What am I going to do with you,” you mumble, stepping back into your dorm to place the basket on the entry table to admire it again. 

“Wha’s happenin’?” a voice rasps behind you, and sure enough, the aforementioned beefcake in the letter from Steve plasters himself to your back; arms around your waist and his face tucked into your neck again. “Back to bed, c’mon.”

Bucky drags you backwards, chuckling deeply at your squeal of laughter that echoes down the hallway to your bedroom. “You made me a promise,” he grunts, and he pulls you back into bed and underneath the covers, intent on making sure you fulfil your end of the bargain. 

Part Two, Part Three

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pairings: kylian mbappe x fem!footballer (face claim: naomie feller)

in which: kylian mbappe finally signs for real madrid, the team his girlfriend happens to play for..

note: I’ve finally posted a kylian fic :))

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k.mbappe: A dream come true, so happy and proud to join the club of my dream @realmadrid. Nobody can understand how excited I am right now. Can't wait to see you, Madridistas, and thanks for your unbelievable support. ¡Hala Madrid!🤍

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Marco Sarcosuchus had a mouth that stretched for miles But sadly, Marco Sarco wasn’t quick to offer smiles

His mouth may have been massive but his smiles were small because Poor Marco Sarcosuchus didn’t know quite who he was

He watched the boys and girls at play, and liked the look of it, But though he thought of joining them, he wasn’t sure he’d fit

One misty morn as Marco scraped his belly ‘round the forest He came into a clearing where he met a Carnotaurus

The Carno asked him, “Why so glum?” Poor Marco frowned and sighed: “It’s like I’m not quite sure who I’m supposed to be inside.”

The Carnotaurus thought a mo’, then said to Marco, “Hey… "Have you possibly considered that perhaps you might be… gay?”

“Boys don’t always play with girls. Some boys just play with boys.” While Marco gave his words a thought, there came another voice…

“The same is true for girls and girls!” was added with elation (A lesbian pride Styraco had joined their conversation)

Marco’s head was swimming: “I’ve got all these things to choose?”

“Ha! We’ve barely scratched the surface! Tons more labels could fit you! You can trust me: I’m a Troodon, so all I say is true!”

I’ve listened to your stories but I’m still up in the air. The thing I think I’m missing is I’ve too much love to share!

“I like to be with girls AND boys” said Marco as he sighed. “If you made me pick a favourite, I don’t think I could decide!

“Hold up! We’ve got the answer!” said the Stego and the Tri, “You’re not alone, you silly boy! We’re pretty sure you’re…. Bi!”

From that day Marco Sarco was a happy crocodile His mouth was always wide, but even wider with a smile!

He learned that too much love was not a thing that he should hide ‘Cause that’s the day that Marco Sarcosuchus found his pride.

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Birthday Girl

Jenna ortega x fem!reader

Can be read as gn!reader too

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You had been looking forward for this for weeks, you hadn't been able to visit Jenna in a few months and it felt like hell for both of you, so being able to surprise her with your presence on her birthday was so exciting. Everything was planned already, Jenna was going to celebrate her birthday that night, and you had called early and said you couldn't make it because of a family emergency.

Now you were just waiting for your cue to come in, standing outside her door with Jenna's present in your arms. Emma was going to text you when it was the perfect moment, and you could burst in.

You had been waiting for like ten minutes now, and you were starting to get a little cold, but just then you got the notification that it was all ready. You smiled slightly at the text before pulling the door knob and walking in, immediately seeing Jenna's astonished face looking up from the cake after blowing out the candles, it took her a few seconds to register what was happening before she looked like she was going to burst into tears of happiness.

You put your gift down on the table in front of you just as she jumped into your arms, delivering a bone crushing hug, whispering in your ear about how much she missed you. Everyone at the party awed at the sight of the couple, and after a few more seconds Jenna pulled away looking slightly shy. "Sorry for ambushing you like that" she giggled. "We haven't seen each other in three months, I'm kinda disappointed it wasn't more iykwim" you joked wiggling your eyebrows, Jenna responding by giving you a "we're in public" look and laughing before slapping your arm lightly.

"Now are you going to open my gift or not?" You said with a raised eyebrow and a smile looking down at the present laying next to her. "You didn't have to give me something yk, you being here is a present in itself" Jenna said with love in her arms and smiled before picking up the present from the table, starting to unwrap it. After a couple of sends she gasped once again looking like she was going to cry. You had given her an album, the front filled with lots of cute stickers and the writing

"I love you"

on.

She eagerly opened the album to see tons of pictures of you together, from hiking in the mountains on a vacation to a cute photo booth session in town, lots of pages empty as well. She looked up at you with an expression that was so intense and passionate you could pass away. "I was thinking we could fill in this together, I hope you like it" you said hoping it was an alright gift. "Are you kidding me?? Of course I LOVE it, I love anything coming from you" Jenna replied getting up on her toes to peck your lips repeatedly. "And my birthday wish came true as soon as you walked in that door" she smiled brushing her thumb over your cheek making you blush.

"Hey! Are we going to eat this cake or not?"

💗 Masterlist 💗

[sailoryooons]

hali hey! about fanfic asks (my answers) i haven't read all of your works but i have read some of them, sorry!

1- i'm a big yoongi biased but i was impressed by Drabble The Store, i was so intrigued by the open ending! What did they do? Did they kill Hoseok? Did they become friends? And if they did, did anyone get suspicious? Were they caught? Did they kill each other? I loved it. And my favorite series is Mixtape, besides being the first work of yours that I've read, I really liked the character development, both of the main character and yoongi.

2- Okay, but the first chapter of GOTD is precious. I don't read much fantasy, but girl, what was that?

5- I haven't read anything related to Seokjin, Tae and Jungkook yet, but I promise I will soon when I have time.

9-GOTD AND I NEED TO EXPLAIN WHY? And obsidian… I need to know more about this man.

11- I really wanted you to explore The Store, but not necessarily the story if you don't want to. I loved the writing of this drabble, the fact that it's a serial killer made me love it even more because I love true crime and I miss finding a fic with this kind of plot.

12- I'm obsessed with Yoongi from Obsidian.

13- I always talk not only about your fics but about the fics of everyone I follow in general, moni's, mari's etc. to my psychologist. I don't know why I like to give her this information. When she asks me what I've been doing that's interesting since my last appointment, I tell her that I've been reading fics, and then I talk about all the fics and how they've affected me or reminded me of something from my childhood.

14- GOTD

15- When are you going to update Obsidian? LOL 😁 just kidding, I won't put that pressure on you 💗

-lilshy

HELLO HELLO OKAY I AM SHOWERED AND READY FOR THIS

1 The Store was SO much fun to write and it really made me want to write something similar but full out in like a mini-series or full series next year, maybe. Not specifically for those two characters, but the same concept of like - what happens when two serial killers meet? Everyone can make up their own ending and I love hearing the different versions, I think in my perfect ending, they probably carry out the murder together and like revel in the fact that they have found someone who shares an interest so dark. I think eventually it would lead to competition and disaster though!!

AHHH Mixtape. That story is so close to my heart because it was the first thing I really wrote and posted on here and ahhhhh it is so good. The friendships in that are my favorite part, and of course, our very honest and communicative, Naruto-sleeve having Yoongi. That story really is dear to me so I am so glad that you like it.

2 I literally do not know. I originally started that idea as being inspired by the song Lilith but then I was like what if ... he's not a dark god or demon at all, what if he's the god of dreams and desires misconstrued as something dark because he rules over the night, nightmares and so often people equate sin and desire, sort of like reader's parents wanting her to be married/thinking she is like full of sin for wanting to be free! That one really really spoke to me as I wrote it and as I write chapter two, I'm sort of amazed by the direction that story steers me in. I don't really have an outline - that's one that just sort of goes where it needs to go as I write it.

5 Honestly it's sort of criminal of me, but I do not have a ton of content for Taehyung and Jungkook. I have an okay amount for Seokjin, though I do want to write more of him in the future, but Taehyung and Jungkook desperately need more fics added to their sections on my masterlist. It's part of why I started my series Lights to get some content for Jungkook on there.

9 I am writing both of those in tandem and it's hard but it's also fun. This chapter of Obsidian is VERY VERY action packed. As a secret, I can tell you that reader gets sent to do a very dangerous job for Jimin that puts her in a bad spot, and she might need to call that number that Yoongi gave her!

11 I actually want to explore this more. I really enjoyed psychological thrillers and I love the aspect of writing from morally grey characters who do not remotely think or behave the way that we, as mostly normal people, do. I really find them so intricate to write and I want to do more of it, but because of the dark nature of the topics, I will most likely put them on Hali After Dark. I'm not super sure what I want to do yet - I am stuck between dissolving that blog and doing what I want on here or keeping myself safe from any harassment for darker themes.

12 Yoongi from Obsidian is going to be the most hot and cold character I've ever written. If I had to describe him, I think it would be that he is someone who goes from very unpredictable and chaotic to absolutely focused and razor-sharp in a second. He is very good at making people think he is... silly and not to be taken seriously.

13 I think that is really sweet. When I was going to therapy I would talk to my therapist a TON about what I was writing and how I thought it was influenced by things going on in my life, or other stories that I was reading that I found comfort and introspection in. There are a few darker stories as well that have given me SO much insight and perspective on a lot of things I've never thought about and I don't know. I feel like you learn a lot from people when you read their stories!!

15 THIS MONTH!! I promise - I have nothing that I'm focused on outside of Obsidian and Gods of the Dark right now. My goal is to finish GotD by the end of the year and then Obsidian sometime next year. That one is definitely a long fic.

Thank you for playing lil shy :) I love hearing so many thoughts and intricacies from readers, I really enjoy talking about writing and stuff!

Reverse ask game

[gt-supernova-art3mis]

PSPSPSP what are your thoughts on the new antman movie?? There were tons of G/T scenes that were absolutely amazing 🥺💗

I finally have the time to answer this…… that’s actually not true. I had answered this already but I may have deleted it accidentally and didn’t exactly feel or have the time to write this over. 🫣

⚠️ slight spoilers below ⚠️

Oh I absolutely loved all the g/t scenes, they were amazing. I thought the movie was really good, but I definitely prefer the first two better. I loved the scene where Scott has to catch Cassie and holds her against his chest protectively.

Personally, I think there were some parts in that movie that went kinda slow? Idk why but I think Cassie’s dialogue for some parts could’ve definitely been written better. Janet annoyed me at parts too. I MISS LUIS THO FR, I WOULD’VE LOVED TO SEE HIM GET TINY AND HAVE SCOTT PROTECT HIM LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. I missed Luis’ humor, he makes it feel like an Ant Man movie. If you know what I mean? They did him dirty for not even putting him at the beginning or end for a recap. I would watch the hell out of a tv show with him explaining everything that happened so far.

I loved the plot though, it was definitely something different compared to the first two films which was nice. I liked how they made Scott overprotective of Cassie. Idk I just really wasn’t a big fan of Cassie’s character in this film, which disappoints me because I was really excited to hear about Kathryn Newton being her. The acting was mid, but her lines were kinda cliche. It felt like her jokes were supposed to be a substitute for Luis not being there which I didn’t like. I also liked how we got to see what happened to Janet and Kang’s backstory. I think Kang was a decent villain. But don’t get me started on Modok. He was great, really annoying, but great at times. I couldn’t stop laughing tho because his physical appearance reminded me of Mr. Electric from Sharkboy and LavaGirl… and I know I wasn’t the only one who thought that because I’ve been seeing those memes all over social media.

Don’t come at me for this but I definitely enjoyed this over the Thor Love and Thunder and Black Panther: Wakanda Forever. I do definitely recommend seeing it. Every g/t scene in this film was absolutely incredible and was my favorite part about the whole movie.

[sweetheartsaku]

JUST SAW YOUR REBLOG OF CARDIGAN AND I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKED (???) IT? 😭 AND YES YOU DID INFLICT THAT ON YOURSELF I'M SORRY BUT ILY 😞😞

BUT BUTH DID YOU KNOW 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️ that I feel like you drew stars around my scars too, but I just know they'll never ever bleed? 🙇🏻‍♀️ like meeting u, and everyone on here is like something that's "healed" me sm and I just love you all but especially YOU my pookie I could never ever forget you AAAAAH even though we haven't known each other for that long I fear I've met my platonic soulmate in you and I REFUSEEE to let u go 😠😠 like fr eumy was right I need to gatekeep you from the world but at the same time I need the world to know how much of a sweet, kind, caring human being you are that was blessed to us by god 😞

SO SORRY TO SUDDENLY GET ALL SAPPY IN YOUR INBOX IT'S 5AM FOR ME RN AND I'M ABOUT TO GO TO AN ORIENTATION AT SCHOOL LATER AND I'M ALL JITTERY RN 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BEST DAY EVER EITHER LATER OR TOMORROW, THOUGH!! DON'T FORGET TO EAT FOOD, DRINK WATER, AND GET TONS OF REST<33 TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF MY LOVEE MWAH

I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT SO MUCHHHHDHFBCAHB😭😭😭😭😭 i absolutely ABSOORRBEDD it into my soul u have nOOOAUURR IDEA OMFFFGG😭😭😭 i did indeed inflict it unto thyself 😇

OMG NO WAY?!!?!? i reassure you🥹 that i wont scar ever 🥹 and im so GLADD U KNOW THAT YOUR SCARS WILL NEVER BLEED BC THEY WONT!!!!! EVER!!!! :3 !! no ml u are so sosososo sweet ☹️ meeting you too has healed and basically everyone on here but you especially the way we just clicked!!! ☹️💗 I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU EITHER. EVER. im gonna tell my grandkids abt u TRUST!!! i must agree your honour we are most defo plantonic soulmates UGHHH so true i will never let u go either</33 ACKKK U AND EUMY ARE SO CUTEEE ☹️i feel so loved in this community i swear (saku says behind bars)

NOOO PLEASE DONT BE SCARED TO GET SAPPY IN MY INBOX OR ANYWHERE IN GENERALLLL :DDDDDD IM ALWAYS SUPER SENTIMENTAL AND I DONT THINK ITS SMT TO BE ASHAMED ABT NO MATTER HOW HAPPY I AMM 😔✊ being a lil sentimental is always nice and i hope u feel comfortable to do that w me whenever <33 AND!!! HOPEFULLY UR ORIENTATION WENT WELL OMG!!

augh THANKU SO MCUH FRANSS<33 you are the sweetest i dont deserve u at all omg </33 I AM COOKING NOODLES AS WE SPEAK!! I WILL DRINK WATER, AND GET REST!!!! YOU TOO OKAY1??!!? I LOVE YOU SOOO MUCH AND MISS U ALWAYS !!!!!

[yuukimiyas]

chloe!! when I tell you I was so excited to see your posts on the dash again :’> I’ve missed you tons miss lovergirl!!! super happy you are back now and I hope to see more of you from now on 💗

tori my LOVE!! ☆૮꒰ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ。꒱ა eeep!!! when i say i missed YOU MORE!!! PLS BELIEVE ME!! bc its TRUE!! ૮꒰ྀི σ̴̶̷̤ . σ̴̶̷̤ ꒱ྀིა im def still makin sure to take care of my heart & soul & be gentle w myself!! but i am SO HAPPY to see you & everyone!! <333 pushin sae over right this second to plant 1 thousand smooches on your cheeks!! MWAH!!

[striddums]

dont take it like im trying to pressure u or anything i just wanted to say i miss ur art sm. like u were the first artist who actually inspired me to keep going with my art. at the time i was really depressed and s/icidal and discovering ur art and also marina thru u made me so happy, your art and her music always made my days better 💗💗💗 and i also miss being like 15 and being obsessed with total drama and everyone being active on here. sorry i just saw some total drama edit on instagram and felt nostalgic 🥺 anyway love u always 💗

WHY DID IT TAKE ME A LITERAL YEAR TO RESPOND TO THIS I'M SO VERY SORRY (IF YOU'RE STILL OUT HERE ON TUMBLR DOT COM) i haven't really looked at my askbox a ton the last couple of.............. years honestly oh gosh

you have no idea how much it means to me to hear this, THANK YOU!!!! (´;___;`) 💗💗 for as far as i know i've always been Just Some Person sharing my fanart online because of my love for the shows i was drawing, and it always filled my heart to the brim whenever people were able to find enjoyment in what i created❣❣❣ (˶ ◜꒡◝ ˵) and the thought i even INSPIRED you to keep going with art is more valuable to me than anything else!!!!!!!!!!! i really hope you are still making art and expressing yourself through it, it's such an amazing medium and i know for a fact everything you create has to be so wonderful!!!!! 🌞💝

ALSO I'M SO GLAD I GOT TO INTRODUCE YOU TO MARINA HEHE THE QUEEN!!!!! OUR QUEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 💖👑💖 i truly feel so grateful to know i was able to play a part/help with making your days better!!! you definitely brightened mine with this message❕❕ 🥹💙💙 it's interactions like these that honestly make me miss posting art online the most... it's such a shame i had a very unpleasant experience primarily in my last year of art school, which left me with an art block that lasted YEARS. i really felt like i had lost a part of myself back then because of it, which i've been slowly trying to rebuilt since, and i think i'm finally getting to a point where i've regained my ability to derive true joy from art once more! i've been thinking about uploading art again, i guess right now i also just feel kind of hesitant because of the rise of AI art & the chance that my works might end up being used to feed some computer program (as has happened to so many other artists, without their consent :( ) but we'll see!! cause i definitely feel inspired to start sharing more of my love for fashion online too, which for me at this point is very intrinsically tied to my art :D i'd like to get to a point where i can draw/design any piece i adore and then sew them irl as accurately to the original drawing as i can :>

"i also miss being like 15 and being obsessed with total drama and everyone being active on here" GOD I RELATE the old deviantart/tumblr days used to be so fun... well, i've heard they unfortunately weren't always fun for everybody (we were all teens with many feelings & opinions & not so much social grace), i think i'm somewhat "lucky" to have always been kind of a Neutral(??) party cause i honestly never truly knew what was going on between people and was just blissfully sharing my art... therefore i'm still able to look back at those times and remember them fondly 💙💜 i'm happy to hear it's the same for you!!! nostalgia is such a lovely feeling! AND we must always remember that there are still so many many more lovely memories to be made in the future that we have yet to experience (◍ˊ•͈ ᗜ •͈ˋ◍)!!!🎔

anyway, i hope you are doing well nowadays!!! I LOVE AND APPRECIATE U TOO, ALWAYS 💗💗💗💗

[gallawitchxx]

Hello !!!! I hope you're doing well!!! 😊 I was wondering who your favourite ficlet writers in the fandom (Preferably ones that post theirs on tumblr if possible) are! I know of a few, a lot of which often reblog each others things (Which is an amazing thing! Don't get me wrong) and I am always getting the same things on my dash and I would love to see some more writers and more ficlets/writing in there! Maybe some 'smaller' blogs that you like? No preference, just in search for some more amazing writing by this fandom ❤❤

hello sweet anon!! i hope YOU’RE doing well!!! 💗💗💗

this is the best, you're the best, this fandom is the best & yes yes i would love love love to love up on a few folks! thank you for your patience as i wanted to do my due diligence as head cheerleader/hype-master flex.

chaos of @you-show-me-love is always writing shit that makes me laugh & think & they usually come with gifs or pictures like this post about mickey being a proud bottom (as 👏 he 👏 should 👏 be 👏)

milli of @milligar wrote this lovely lil phone call between hubbies & also does creative writing challenges that are always a treat!

sully of @sully-999 writes hilarious "mickey milkovich's guide to" posts that are simply delightful!

kee of @gallavictorious posts a ton of incredible tumblr writing, like this ficlet post 1x07 & this fucking soothing meta about mickey enjoying being restrained (in a surprisingly sfw way!). they also have a master list of their work & i can’t wait to make sure i’ve read them all!!!!

also i'm sure you know these folks, but jessie of @catgrassplantdad is always serving hot & fluffy husbands, arrow of @arrowflier is a true speedwrite royal, vicks of @byravenheart smashed those gallavich prompt mash-ups, as did ellie of @abundanceofnots & rita of @sickness-health-all-that-shit is the gif queen, but has also been sharing ficlets lately that have been ripping my fucking heart out.

i know there are a million others that i'm missing, so anyone please feel free to add to this post!!!

thanks anon! xx

[tojikai]

When ThAt part came, I literally put down my phone, walked to a corner and said "Boi😐🙏" but srsly how can one man be that selfish?! And babes yn, ..I see u standing true by 'Not everyone is perfect' so ig whatevrr helps you to finally move on from that fakeass glitter eyes.😭 You do you hun, get that d for the last time & leave him chasing for our ynussy forever yasss💅let Re-aids get a taste of her own medicine👿(Also why is it that ur writing only gets better every episode love ya tons🤍💗)

glitter eyes 💀😭gojo missed the ynussy and now he don't wanna let go LMAOO

thank you so much for that <33 love u lots too, nonnie ~

[rosenallies]

Groupie AU: If you would be so kind, can you write about Jan and Lagoona’s reactions and/or eventual acceptance of Denali?

And also, thank you for giving us the gift of your writing. ☺️

Thank you, angel!!💗

—-

Having Denali around again did wonders for Rosé’s happiness, the brunette girl always pulling smiles out of her no matter what. Lagoona noticed this and slowly began to accept Denali as part of their little group. What really had solidified it for her was one night after a particularly tough show, the three of them came back to the bus tired and feeling defeated. Rosé immediately plopped herself down next to Denali, resting her head on her shoulder, the brunette kissing her and whispering softly to her. It was then that Lagoona had seen the lasting effects Denali had on Rosé. A year ago she would have come back after a show like that and drank herself into a mess, leaving her and Jan to pick up the pieces and hold her hair back while she puked into the toilet come morning. But instead she was channeling all of her built up emotions and letting them out in soft kisses against Denali’s skin. Lagoona not only accepted her into their group, but grew to be thankful for her as well.

Jan was a harder to get to come around. While usually she was bubbly and bright, known for being the sweetheart of the group, she was fiercely protective of her best friends. After seeing Rosé so distraught for a whole month after Denali had ran off, Jan swore she would never forgive her fully.

It wasn’t until one night after a show in California they had all decided to have a bonfire at the beach, the stars twinkling above their heads as they passed a joint back and forth that Jan had seen Denali and her intentions for what they really were. Rosé leaned into Denali, wrapping up in her like a favorite sweater and Jan could tell right then and there how much they cared about one another. Later on, Rosé and Lagoona ran down to the water, splashing each other like children, leaving Jan and Denali alone.

“I’m sorry,” Jan spoke quietly.

“For what?”

“I haven’t been nice to you at all and I’m sorry.”

Denali was taken aback a bit, assuming that her and Jan would never pass over the speed bump in their relationship. “It’s okay.”

Jan shook her head. “It isn’t. I know I told you when you came by the bus that night that Rosé and I had been friends for forever and it hurt to see her hurt like that, but she’s like a different person when you’re around. I mean, she’s still her but she’s the person that I remember falling in friend love with in high school-“ she paused, chucking softly, “she was always so happy and full of life until she wasn’t anymore. Both of our dreams came true being in this group and traveling the world but it always felt like something was missing. Sure, we had each other but there was no time for meaningful relationships. Hell, Lagoona and her husband have been together for forever and they had a lot of issues when we started traveling, so for Rosé and I forming new relationships was a no go. And then I met Jackie.”

Denali watched as Jan’s eyes lit up. Rosé had told her about Jackie before, how Jan and her had met in a bar and funny enough, she had no idea who Jan was and somehow that thrilled her. They fell in love fast and would spend the hours leading up to Jan’s shows FaceTiming and being as sappy as possible but that still left Rosé alone and wishing she had something like that. Rosé turned to random women she met on the road, having more than her fair share of one night stands.

“Yeah, Rosé told me about her. It’s sweet, you know, your story with her.”

Jan smiled. “Yeah, I love her a ton. I miss her like crazy but she’s got a big girl job back in New York, no time for gallivanting on the road. But anyway, after I met Jackie, Rosé sort of seemed to give up on love. Until she met you, that is.”

Denali’s heart skipped a beat, her and Rosé hadn’t uttered the word ‘love’ yet but she kept feeling it on the tip of her tongue.

“She met you and I saw her kind of go back to who she was. And then everything that happened after you ran off, that light in her eyes died back down and I swore I would never forgive you for breaking her like that.”

Staying quiet, Denali played with sand in her hands, watching it rain down from her fingers. “I know I hurt her,” she whispered, “I don’t even know if I can forgive myself for that.”

Jan reached over and squeezed her hand. “You should. She’s back. All of that stuff behind us, I think we should be friends.”

Smiling, Denali squeezed her hand back. “I’d like that.”

Later that night, back on the bus, Denali was in her usual spot laying on top of Rosé’s chest, the small bunk boxing them in.

“What were you and Jan talking about back at the beach?” Rosé asked, running her fingers though Denali’s hair.

“You, mostly.”

Rosé groaned, hiding her face in the crook of Denali’s neck. “Do I even want to know?”

Chuckling, Denali placed her hands on either side of Rosé’s face, lifting it to get a good look at her. “It was all good stuff, baby, I swear.”

“Yeah? Are you two finally cool?”

“Yeah, we talked and it was nice.”

Rosé kissed her gently. “Good, I’m glad,-“ she yawned, “let’s get some sleep. You can tell me all about the embarrassing stuff she told you in the morning.”

Denali nodded, her eyelids growing heavy. “Goodnight, I love you.” Her eyes snapped open, lips already forming an apology about saying it too soon but Rosé was smiling as she looked at her.

“I love you too,” she said.

[unfortunate-arrow]

Benedict and Hyacinth spending family time by painting. Thank you 💗

UFO (🛸) anon

“You’re predictable,” Hyacinth remarked, dropping onto the grass besides her second eldest brother.

“Huh?” Benedict asked, his gaze lifting from the portrait he was painting.

“You’re predictable.”

“What does that mean?”

“Every other painting or sketch is of them.”

Hyacinth gestured out towards the grass where the numerous Bridgerton grandchildren and some spouses were playing a game or something. Her brother was a talented artist, as evidenced by the fact that he had a few landscapes hanging in the National Gallery. Although, Hyacinth thought that they should hang one of his portraits, of his wife or children. Benedict was always drawing them.

“So?” Benedict asked, and she watched his eyes follow one of his sons, Alexander, perhaps or was that William?

“Well, you’re always painting them.”

“Again, what’s the problem?”

“Nothing. Nothing. It’s just interesting. They hang your landscapes, but not your portraits, which you obviously put a ton more love into. And your weird insistence on not having more portraits of one child.”

Benedict shrugged. “My children deserve to know that they’re seen.”

“Is that how Papa was?”

Benedict turned to look at her, placing his brush down onto the easel. He let out a slow breath.

“You know I look like him? Or so everyone says.” Benedict asked.

“Really?” Hyacinth met his gaze. If there was one thing that she always wanted to know more about, it was their father. She’d always felt a bit disconnected with her older siblings about that. They’d all known Edmund Bridgerton (and not Anthony’s son, Edmund), even Gregory, who didn’t remember him.

“Apparently. Mother always says so. I suppose it’s true. I am taller than him, though.”

“Who was he more like as a father? You? Anthony?” she asked, eagerly.

“I don’t suppose I know. Both of us, probably. We must have picked some of it up from him. Although, Sophie and I are certainly not having eight children. Charles, Alexander, William, and Violet are just perfect.”

“They are quite sweet. Mother was quite pleased when we received news of baby Violet. Not that she wasn’t pleased with the boys.”

Benedict grinned. “I wouldn’t trade my boys for anything, nor my baby girl. I couldn’t have asked for anything more perfect than the children Sophie gave me. You’ll feel that way, someday.”

“Probably. Although, didn’t you play a role in your children?”

“Yes. But Sophie did all the work in giving them life. So, really she gave them to me.”

“I don’t think four children sounds all that appealing, though.”

Her brother shrugged again. “Four’s our number. You’ll find yours someday.”

“Do you ever miss Papa?”

Benedict paused for a moment, his eyes darting away as shrieks of giggles came from the family. Hyacinth smiled, she loved her nieces and nephews so much.

“I do. Very much so. Not as much as Anthony though. But we were very lucky, Hy. Father was unconventional and he wasn’t afraid to show us that he loved us. Sophie’s father ignored her. He couldn’t have loved her. How the bloody hell could he have ignored her if he loved her?” His voice had turned bitter and slightly angry towards the end and after a moment, he winced. “Pardon my language.”

Hyacinth giggled. It was always fun when her brothers swore and then apologized. And this was not the first time that Benedict had snapped about Sophie’s father or Lady Penwood, but usually he was drunk.

“I wish I had known him,” she said softly.

“He loved you. He didn’t have to know you. He would have loved you from the moment Mother told him,” Benedict replied.

Hyacinth smiled, watching a small dark haired boy stumble up to them. Her brother hadn’t noticed, but it was always sweet watching her brothers with their children.

“Papa!” the toddler exclaimed, two tiny hands tugging on the leg of Benedict’s breeches.

“William! Hey, sweetheart,” Benedict responded, bending down to sweep the boy into his arms.

Hyacinth grinned wider as Benedict turned back to his painting, his youngest son on his hip. When she found a husband, she hoped that he’d be as good a father as her brother was to his children. Actually, as good as her eldest brother, too.

[anlian-aishang]

Hi Anlian! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you 😊 I know I keep saying my thanks, but my gratitude of knowing you and getting closer to you will never end. Thank you for the friendship and with all honesty, I miss you. But that's okay. My Christmas wish for you is that may the desires of your heart, whether personal, financial etc all come true in perfect time. I know one day the fandom of AOT will end but I am really thankful I got to meet you and be your friend. I love you and I hope that this season of celebration may be a festive one for you and your loved ones 💕

My darling Diwa,

It is so wonderful to hear from you again! Thank you for the lovely Christmas card! I hope you can accept mine, even though I am not as good a graphic designer as you are 💌🤗💟 

I have missed you, too! Have missed you so very much 💗 I am excited and thrilled to be back on tumblr and back amongst friends like you 🥰

Some day, AOT will end, but my love for it never will, but more importantly, neither will the community nor the friendships formed with it 💖 I promise that I will always be here and will never leave 💕

I hope that your holidays were wholesome, relaxing, fun, joyous! And I hope that your 2022, so far, is the same 🤗

Tons of love to you Diwa,

anlian 💟💟💟

[changbeanie]

Ruby... your latest fic came at the worst possible time ajsmsbsjsj the moment Minho starts coming for me you drop a freaking tattoo artist au?? The world wants me dead 😭 BUT AS ALWAYS YOU ARE THE WRITING GODDESS. Flirty Minho is my fave ALSO I’m sorry I haven’t sent a message in forever :((( I love you so much and I hope you’re eating and resting well and staying hydrated 💗💗💗 -your #1 cutie

so what I’m hearing is that the stars have aligned and commanded me to drop the fic at the best time possible thus making you swerve? yes please :D and ahh minho is such a flirt I had to write him like that & I miss you a lot and I love you too!!! I hope you’re doing well in college, eating to your heart’s content, sleeping well, and being happy because you’re a true angel on this planet💗 I promise to drop more cute messages in your inbox!!!

ps: I see your latest post hehe & I happen to have a masterlist with tons of minho fics ;)