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cashmoneyyysstuff · 9 months ago

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Crying bc that could never be me bc I never really had close guy friends when I was young please write a one shot or something of childhood friends y/n and Katsuki of Katsuki being immune to cooties and bringing these tendencies to UA together 😭

eeeee i was secretly hoping someone would ask me to talk about this more tehhehehe here you go ! I didn’t rlly get what you meant with him carrying the cootie thing to high school so i wrote this around your ask a lil, hope you don't mind ! i tried honoring your request as best i can, hope you enjoy !

fem reader, polar opposite’s trope except not POLAR opposite’s cus yn is a little shit on the low, mitsuki favoritism lol, mitsuki and katsuki arguing n bein sassy, katsuki gets embarrassed, mitsuki is mischievous, katsuki calling his mother old, yn calls mitsuki ‘miss’, pure fluff honestly, say it with me CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS TROPE WOHOOOO, mentions of making out n kissing, established relationship, cooties lol, lemme know if i missed sum else <3 !!

katsuki wants to do one of three things right now : dissapear, sink into the floor or die—and the more he hears his old hag babbling on and on to you with a familiar photo album in her lap, the more he's starting to find the all three options tempting.

" oh look, this was at you guys' kindergarten graduation ! you were both soooo small, do you remember that ?! "

he hears his mom gush from the other bigger living room couch she's sitting on with you. it's been 15 minutes since you had come over to his house and the plan was for you guys to hang out, watch a movie and get a make out session in before you leave or preferably have you sleep over.

that was the plan, until his old hag came and fucked it up.

15 minutes since she'd dragged you over to the couch and talked your ear off about whatever the fuck moms talk about and you, being the sweetheart that you are, listened patiently the whole time, chatting and giggling out jokes easily. katsuki really, really doesn't know how you do it but he sure as hell respects you for it.

you'd always insisted on being polite with his mom, something about staying in her good graces after you guys had started dating. katsuki thinks that's extremely stupid because his mom has loved you since that day in elementary school when he'd dragged you over to her, his little hand gripping yours tightly and proudly exclaiming you were the one he was gonna marry. you were sweeter and calmer than he was by far and she was immediatly enamoured with you. katsuki's damn near sure she loves you more than she loves him. that in itself isn't the problem. the problem was that she's been hogging you ever since you walked in the door.

usually, katsuki's fast enough to drag you up to his room before she can get her claws in you, but he wasn't fast enough today and that's how he ended up in his current predicament.

" and this one when you came over for christmas—oh, katsuki begged me to let you stay over, you know ? you cannot believe how loud he can get when he doesn't get his way, started rolling around on the floor n' everything ! "

katsuki feels his ears redden the more he listens to this conversation and he wishes so bad for you guys to just fucking go. he could go to his room and avoid this entire conversation in theory, but he'd rather avoid his mom telling you some other embarrassing stories that you absolutely do not need to know about, so he concedes and tries his best to drown the conversation out, scrolling on his phone.

"ou, i have an adorable picture of katsuki in the bath let me find—"

" DON'T FUCKIN’ SHOW HER THAT, HAG ?! " katsuki shrieks, startling you, his mom looks surprised for no more than a milisecond before shooting him a nasty glare unphased by her son's outburst. "what's got you pipin' up now, brat ?" she asks unimpressed.

katsuki practically zooms over and snatches the album away from his mother's grip, shooting her a glare identical to her own. " i'm gonna burn this in your sleep one of these days, i swear. " he grumbles, trudging off to put the album back on one of the shelves of his living room and ignoring his mom wishing him good luck with that. katsuki feels like he's lost a battle when he hears you giggle quietly when he turns away, no doubt his mother had said something about how he was embarrassed to have you see his baby pictures. he vows to get revenge and thinks the best way to start is by throwing this cursed collection of pictures on an open fire. he decides to just put it back on the shelf for now.

“ what a spoilsport, am i right ?” mitsuki nudges you with her shoulder and you giggle at what katsuki personally finds a horrible joke. to each their own though, or whatever.

katsuki scoffs to himself. he makes his way back to the couch and stands in front of you both, arms crossed.

“you done hoggin’ my girlfriend now or are you gonna keep yappin’ some more ?” mitsuki scoffs at her son’s words, wrapping her arms around your frame and pulling you against her tightly when she sees katsuki’s hand creeping towards you, assuming he'd try to pull you away.

“ i’m sure you can be patient for a little longer, as hard as i know it is for you.” you hear katsuki scoff out an insult under his breath, mitsuki pays it no mind. “besides, yn has been enjoyin’ our conversation so far, haven’t ya sweetie ?” she asks. you, again, being the sweet thing that you are, happily nod with a smile. mitsuki looks up at her son with a smug look, her expression screams “see ?”.

“ she’s only agreein’ cus yer fuckin’ holdin’ her hostage.” katsuki grumbles. he feels his patience dwindling at a pace that should definitely be alarming. he looks at you and feels his heart flutter when you offer him an apologetic smile. his patience returns the slightest bit.

“hostage ? don’t be ridiculous katsuki—” then it’s as if a lightbulb goes off, katsuki can practically see it gleaming above her head and he really doesn’t like it.

“he’s always been like that y’know ? all clingy—you remember that right ?!”the excitement in her voice becomes more prominent when she sees you nod enthusiastically. katsuki has a strange, foreboding feeling about this.

“ i remember he’d constantly want you around holdin’ his hand everywhere. one time—" she pauses as she bursts into giggles that, to katsuki, sound more like witch cackles than anything.

“one time you refused to hold his hand because you got scared he’d get cooties” she chuckles. katsuki feels his stomach drop.

“but he said that wouldn’t happen because he was too strong to get them !”

fuck patience.

katsuki grabs you and stalks off so fast you feel like you’re floating a little bit. he quickly yells out a “we’re goin’ to my room, don’t fuckin’ bother us !” then he’s quickly running up the stairs with you in tow. it’s only when you get to the hallway that leads to his bedroom that he looks back at you. he rolls his eyes when he sees you clearly fighting back a laugh.

“be quiet.”

“i didn’t even say anything yet !” you defend, giggling at the same time. katsuki fights back a smile at the sound.

“yeah, but you were going to and i don’t wanna hear it.” he bites. he squeezes your hand afterwards, telling you it was a joke in his own way. in actuality, katsuki could listen to you talk for hours and hours, days on end without getting bored. you’re being a brat right now though, so he won’t tell you that.

you smile at his back as katsuki drags you along muttering to himself about how he “never should’ve left you with that old witch for so long.”

“i remember that, y’know ? the cootie thing.” you admit jokingly. walking up a little faster you catch up to him and walk side by side. he glances at you from the corner of his eye then looks away and scoffs “of course you do.” he groans.

“ you’re mom didn’t mean to embarrass you, i’m sure.” you try to console him despite still snickering at the memory of his face going beet red after his mom had ‘exposed’ him. “and it was nice to see those pictures. it felt all...nostalgic.” you reminisce about the summer days you’d spent over the years with your katsuki with a smile. remembering the days of adventures and melting ice cream. of waterparks and bandaged covered knees.

katsuki doesn’t make a sound next to you and you think he’s just ignoring you until he speaks again, the scowl on his face threatens to melt away. “that old bat had it out for me the entire time. she’s fuckin’ evil incarnate, just doesn’t show it to you.” he feels prideful when he hears you laugh “that’s mean !” you scold through giggles, but his smirk says he’s seen through you. he comes to a stop and backs you up until your back is against the wall.

“yer laughin’ though. not as much of an angel as you’re pretending to be, are ya ?” he teases, leaning in closer to you until your noses brush. you try to fight back the smile that pulls at your mouth but it doesn’t work and after a moment you’re giggling again. katsuki swears every time you laugh an angel gets its wings. he steals a sloppy kiss to hear the sound again.

your hands play with the hem of his plain black shirt. he’s handsome, too handsome. his outfit consisted of a plain black t-shirt and some sweatpants yet he still looks like a model and it makes you want to kiss him silly, call it revenge for looking so good.

“ i’m not pretending to be anything, definitely not an angel.” you chuckle “unlike you, i’m just being nice.” you stick your tongue at him and he chuckles. rolling his eyes, he scoffs. his warm hands reflexively start running up and down your waist.

“yeah well, that’s cus unlike me your ass gets to go home. you’d be less nice if you were stuck in here like i am.” you playfully roll your eyes at his dramatics

“i doubt that. besides, miss mitsuki likes me !”

“she’ll get mad at you for callin’ her miss again.” you gasp, quickly clasping your hand over your mouth as if his mom would hear you from here. katsuki’s snort makes you snort as well.

“c’mon” he urges after a minute, grabbing at your hand and tugging at it “we’re goin’ to my room.” he mumbles out a “fuckin’ finally” and you laugh.

then you get an idea.

you suddenly rip your hand from his and katsuki immediately stops dead in his tracks to stare back at you like you had just insulted him. you let out a tiny snort at his expression.

“the hell are you doin’ ?”

you clasp your hands behind your back and sigh, even looking down at the floor sadly for extra dramatic effect “we can’t risk it, suki.”

“hah ?” katsuki fully turns to you, slowly starting to grow worried at your sudden shift in attitude. “what’re you talking about ?”

“i mean..if we hold hands..” you slowly look up at him, revealing your shit eating grin “you might get cooties..”

katsuki looks at you for about 15 seconds with an incredulous look on his face and you burst out laughing. he’s definitely one of the most expressive people you’d ever met, so seeing what kind of faces he’ll makes next is always fun.

he walks over, grabs your hand and squeezes hard, as punishment you assume. you yelp through giggles.

you hear him let out a disappointment sigh when he turns his back to you and drags you to his room again. you happily follow along behind him like you’d done for years now.

"i really shouldn't have left you with that old hag for so long." he mutters bitterly. you let out a snort and smile to yourself, content that your plan to mess with your boyfriend ended up being succesful. you perk up when he suddenly huffs out a laugh.

" and anyways, i won't be gettin' any cooties. m'too cool for 'em." you laugh out loud and the way he grips your hand a little tighter tells you you don't need to see his face to know he's proud of that.

"what if i have them ?" you challenge in between snickers.

katsuki scoffs dissaprovingly, you can basically see him rolling his eyes despite his back being to you.

"you don't. only losers get cooties. and as far as i know, you're not a loser." he's a little embarrassed because this is reminding him too much of when you were kids and it makes him cringe. when he'd come up with excuses like him being 'too strong' or 'too cool' to get cooties because he just couldn't admit he simply wanted you close. "yer anythin' but." you hear him mumble.

you walk up next to him with a somewhat shy smile "i'm flattered you think of me that way." you confess.

"don't let it get to your head." katsuki quips. you respond by sticking your tongue at him again. he tries to ignore the loud thumping of his heart but it's not going too smoothly for him. his cheeks slowly redden and he looks away from you again, not before shooting you an eyeroll.

"hope you know you owe me extra cuddle time for wastin' it talkin' to my ma." katsuki adds, changing the subject. you smile up at him in response and offer him a sweet 'mhm !'

his mom may have embarrassed the shit out of him, but he figures it wasn't all bad. he's still deadset on destroying that photo album before she ends up showing you that picture of him in the bath, though. he'll think about a plan later but right now he plans to enjoy his cuddle time with you, cootie free.

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thekrows-nest · 1 year ago

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(anon)

Lmao Mary is meant to be in her late 20s abouts. We'll just say she has major baby face and not that I am a failure of an artist. /lh dnmfzzvbf

Nooo don’t self deprecate! I’m not good at guessing ages. Also adult babyface is a thing, she just has this wide eyed naive look that reads much younger. (Girl, what’s your skin routine)

Hmmm, that is the question isn't it? Why DID she move? What regrets does she have? I'm sure you'll develop some Krowspiracy theories in no time anon.

I’ve been holding off because there isn’t a lot on Mary yet, plus I’ve been spamming you with asks lately (asjsk). But if you were interested I could cook something up in my Krackpot. I’ve got a few ingredients.

ANON LOL.

Oops, didn’t realise Luke was more a father figure to Krow. That changes things a lot. Kicking myself for not assigning him the father of the spouse role at the wedding

eeeee okay anon I will (try) not to self deprecate! Honestly, that's always been a problem for me too. A lot of people tend to look much younger to me than they actually are ha ha.

To answer part of the naive look, and leading into the next part, I'll give some more deets on Mary. And it'll help fuel your lil Krowspiracy theories lol. - She does have some naivety; she grew up in a pretty restricted environment. - Which leads to one of the reasons why she has stepped out of her comfort zone to live out away from her family and be with her girlfriend; to gain some experiences for herself. - Speaking of her girlfriend, her name is Camila, and she's first generation Mexican-American (her parents had immigrated from Mexico). Mary has been learning a lot about Mexican culture from her girlfriend, and also other things. - Mary is Christian, and one of the things she has been grappling with is her faith. She's been unlearning a number of things that she considers hateful and not very Christ like that came from her previous environment. - Even so, there is someone from her past she longs to see again. If anything, to just say she is deeply, deeply sorry for failing them.

And lol yes, Krow sees Luke in a fatherly light. No worries anon. I'm not against the crackship of Luke x Krow lmao. Luke has done things for Krow he never expected anyone to really do, especially someone who had been a stranger. Luke is known to be someone that is very compassionate, warm and friendly. There's a reason hardly anyone has quit the job, despite how gruesome it is, with Luke in charge of the small team, as well as why people often put in 110%; it's for Luke.

#winndy talks #about mary #krow asked and answered #mary asked and answered #luke asked and answered #the krow's nest #the krow's nest verse #about luke

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brick-a-doodle-do · 2 years ago

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Sure, I'll spill some fun ideas that spawned this thought!

I got stuck on the idea of merfolk and then I considered somehow making that g/t. I wanna call a tiny mer something different bc I'm calling a giant one a leviathan

I was gonna zap Irza into a leviathan living in the deep... leviathans in my mind live like in trenches and rarely come out but have stories about them eating merfolk since basically, when in the ocean your size determines where you are on the food chain—they also glow

He was gonna be down there and I was gonna send a curious mer Vara down after him >:3

I don't have a lot created for that yet...any ideas to assist? Like something that seems like it would fit?

eeeee let's goo!!!

g/t merfolk is always LOVELY

hmm i saw you discussing it w becky so i'll let that conversation continue on and if you two don't settle on anything i'll help ya out! :]

oh 100% YES he needs to be a leviathan (when i looked them up to refresh my memory he's the first one that came to mind lol)

OOOH yes size = food chain placement i'm liking that :D GLOWING YES YES!! cool cool cool asfff

AWW YESS DO THAT!!! HOW WOULD IRZA REACTTT AHHH

HMMMMM maybe have someone (irza) have some type of backstory with humans? just maybe? like ONCE he went to the surface and encountered humans. and that interests vara cause obviously he's a lot more friendly than irza,,

if i have any 3am inspo tonight or EVER i'll lyk !!!

#brickquiries #3d brickling #3d my beloved 🤗

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moonfromearth · 2 years ago

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List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥

Eeeee yay thank you so much for this!!

Let's see... I think I'll talk about... .

Meghan Root!

Wasn't ever supposed to be posted or even played past the completion of the scenario, it was just a random save I started when I was bored. But then I went to school and then my queue ran out, so I put together her screenshots to buy myself some time until I came up with something else. However, I ended up liking her, Ulrike, and Emmett so much that I kept playing their family! (will one day continue with Willow when I eventually get High School Years)

Has had the most makeovers throughout her life than any of my other sims. She got one each season as well as with each life stage. 🤩

Because she was so broke (aka I completely failed making a starter home) I had to redo her kitchen like five minutes into gameplay to get her some extra money, so it changes from the first post it appears in to the next. Continuity errors bother me so I still haven't lived it down 😆😆

For a while I actually considered that Meghan and Darling Walsh would end up together, since Ulrike didn't seem too interested in a long term relationship and Darling really liked Meghan. However, in the end, Meghan liked Ulrike better and I'm sooo glad they worked out 😊

This one's a little heavy but Meghan was spared by the grim reaper twice at the end of her life (I was only pleading because it never works!). This allowed her to live long enough that her and Ulrike died on the same day, which I thought was kinda sweet.

#ask #answered #thank you so so much for the ask!!#i've been missing this family so much and was super happy to get the chance to look through their screenshots to remember some fun facts #😉#i hope these were kind of interesting i did my best #😅😅#tw death #tw death mention

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perexcri · 2 years ago

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Reading them snap at each other is somehow both very hilarious and also sad:( They are both so sad and angry (at themselves, mostly, I think) and it’s making them bitchy with each other.

Also it’s very merthur of them bc if Arthur were exiled and had to live in an abandoned hut im sure they’d behave similarly djdkfjd

Enrjfkrei between the Merlin names and the Extended Party names I was just grinning……Honestly calling him wise one is prob the closest dndjdjekdkd

‘The wind gusts against their shoulders, cutting sharp lines of red into Will’s cheeks.’ The Parallels holy fuejcjeckwjf❌ how are u such a good writing I’m going to lay on the floor.

I have a feeling the Truth will Out because of the Shadow🤔 Like I know Will wants to tell him tomorrow maybe but either he’ll decide not to or the Shadow will make the decision first. Or maybe I’m reading into things lmao

God dude I just. Love this fic sm. I’ll be sad when it’s over but also hell yeah I’m happy for you with all the writing you’ve done!!

Ejdjdic Naruto-shirt fist bumping you. I think you met a Fae or a god or something djekckwkfwkdj

Hope you are doing wonderful !

honestly writing their banter for these chapters has been a double-edged sword. like it's funny!! hahahaha!! also they hate themselves and they're acting like this because of the respective guilt they feel!! hahahaha!! :')

you are,,,,so so right about the merthur parallels. writing this chapter was giving me similar vibes as that one episode where Gwen lets Arthur stay with her so he can participate in that jousting tournament as Not Prince Arthur and he spends his time acting a bit like an ass. yeag

eeeee i'm glad you liked the merlin and party name drops!! those were fun little things to sprinkle in this chapter of doom and gloom (also the mcr reference. i originally put it in as a joke to myself but when it came time to cut it out i couldn't do it. my little emo heart was just too attached T_T)

Vee i need you to know that any time you compliment my writing or bring up any parallels ever that i feel like this

or when anybody points out anything about my writing, for that matter, because i will just write stuff and then apparently it will reference back to earlier things and i never notice (unless i plan for it, which i only sometimes do). i literally didn't pick up on the fact that that line could refer to the scars on their chests either. wow. i am giving you a thousand glowing flowers for pointing this out because i definitely wouldn't have picked up on it~

you are not reading too much into things!! your theories are all good, and all i will say is that. um. this chapter marks the halfway point in part 4, and there is lots of resolution at the end of this part. lots.

it makes me unbelievably happy that you like this fic so much T_T i know i keep saying it but it has really been A Struggle getting through it, so it's nice to know that other people are enjoying it :]

THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I SAID ABOUT NARUTO SHIRT DUDE!! well okay my actual words to my brother were "i think i met a demon," but honestly fae or god works too. either way i'm convinced he wasn't entirely real. honestly it was a 10/10 interaction and i'll never forget it, but it was just. so odd.

i hope you're doing wonderful as well!! i am wishing you all the best :] 💜💜💜

#ask

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sweetdreamsbuck · 2 years ago

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I'm actually so fucking in love with this you have no idea horrendously perfect and so self indulgent this is for me🥺 REMI your writing feels so much like home. I'm obsessed with you and with HIM how dare you ever create someone so absolutely dreamy and everything I ever wanted 🥺🥺

okay first of all. he really is daddy- so reassuring and protective, doting and gentle, attentive and knowing of exactly what his sugar needs ugh I want to cry he's so everything. he takes such incredible care and nourishes every thought of his sugar's and it's so warm and sexy and loving!!!! I'm so in love!!!!

"God, I'm so proud of you, sugar," why is this so hot he just loves so fucking much oh my god. and the little overwhelming neck kiss SHUT UP I'm not strong enough for this

"Do you want me to tell them to leave?" He asked, and you knew he would. He would do anything you asked. I want to bite him so HARD my gosh! you got the emotions of being terrified of the parents that have never cared for you or supported you showing up out to the blue down perfectly. It's so scary to experience after finally feeling like you moved on from it a bit and I wish I had Bucky to hold my hand through it all

He tilted his head down so your parents wouldn't hear, "We have time if you want to go, but I can always say we don't have time. It's up to you." He leaned back again, looking at you with such sincerity you almost lost your breath and you had to tear your eyes from his back to your parents. CRYING HOLY FUCK HE'S !!!!!!!!!! the most attentive man ever to exist

oh goodness the crying when you're mad poor Sugar🥺 it's my least favorite thing about myself. but sugar's standing up for herself because of how strong her support system is and that's so amazing. Bucky really has helped her step into her desires, passions, dreams, and yes while she's being talked down to like she always was when it came to her dreams, she knows that there's someone to crash into when she needs to be carried.

he fucking covered the check😭😭 oh remi. i'm so mad at how much I love this because I can't give you kisses while I yell at you!!!

You hummed in agreement, closing your eyes and taking a moment to revel in the feeling of his hand still on the back of your neck. He pulled you further forward into his neck. Taking a deep inhale, you let the smell of sandalwood and leather - the smell of him - flood your senses, calming you. beautiful. life would be a whole lot easier to manage the disappointments if Bucky was there to soothe you. I love this bit so much, you painted an image perfectly.

But Bucky was different. He'd become your calm. Just having his hand in yours or resting on your leg like it was now, was enough to keep you from sinking into the sorrow. The way he'd get you to smile or laugh, sometimes even turning your tears into laughing ones. oh wow🥺 I'm so smitten. it's everything I want Remi <3

EEEEE HERE COMES THE SPICE IM GOING TO COMBUST

"Just relax," he whispered, slowly dragging his fingers out before sinking them back in. "Let daddy play with you." GOING TO THROW UP GOING TO IMPLODE GOING TO TATTOO IT TO MY ASS god he just lives to care for his girl I'm not strong enough I simply am NOT

HE'S BLUSHING AND SHY AND SO IN LOVE I WANT TO GO EAT CEMENT BRB

He'd get up next to you, lightly brushing his fingers against the exposed skin of your arms or your back, leaning down to plant a kiss on your neck. Your body always responded to his, leaning into his touch, letting the movement of his hands guide the way your body swayed. Tipping your head to the side, giving him more access to the skin of your neck. But it would only last for a few minutes. ACTUALLY GO BACK AND DELETE ALL OF THAT EVIL

I love the details you added about him being restless when it comes to keeping his space a certain way. it really adds an extra element to his character and the way you describe his devotion to the bar. I don't know why but that's so wholesome to me🥺 🥺

the way he touches her and how his hands are so worshipful ajdksndjdlkdjs please I'd crumble so easy

His lips pursed as he shushed you, "You know I love hearing you, but if you don't want them - " he tipped his head toward the door, " - to hear you, then you gotta be quiet." NOPE ABSOLUTELY NOT THERE WILL BE NO TEASING OF ANY KIND NOPE NO TEASING OR SHUSHING I WOULD FALL TO MY KNEES SCREAMING AND CRYING AND WET

"Oh look at you," He whispered, sounding as wrecked as you already felt. "So pretty for me like this."

how could you be anything but good for him??? he just wants to make her feel incredible always I adore him even when he's cooing and being a teasy little devil it's so loving and reverent and UGH he knows his power for sure

A heavy breath left his lips and you could tell he was trying to be just as quiet as you, but the stifled moan that filtered through your ears made your knees weak as they slightly buckled and knocked against the drawer. MHMM YES WE LOVE VOCAL DESPERATE MEN!!!! dominant men who are in tune with their emotions!!! who crave the intimacy of feeling everything without fear!!! I love that he enjoys himself because of how much taking care of his girl makes him all hot and bothered 🤤

"Breathe, baby," he hummed into your ear. "I've got you." I think this is my favorite bit🥺 he loves giving his sugar praise and the gentle reassurances are all so honest and intimate and loving. remember back when he was nervous to feel and be himself around her?? he's just so obsessed and smitten and you do a beautiful job of showing how safe Bucky feels in this love now I WANT IT forever. and a bath!!! I got jealous just reading about those in the very beginning of this chapter because I could use a warm relaxing moment with my favorite bartender but I get the feeling the only way he knows how to express just how deeply he adores his Sugar is by making every moment of her existence overflowing with warm intimacy and support. remi why would you ever create him he's THE dream!

"Everything's perfect." is exactly how I feel after experiencing this. remi, your words are such a perfect extension of your heart and even when they're ridiculously and sinfully sexy- they're so full of love and reverence and unwavering care. I can not express to you enough how much comfort this brings me. To be loved and seen and supported so profoundly is all I want, and what a miraculous way for you to gift that to us <3

Adoration of the Heart

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Pairing: Bartender!Neighbor!Bucky x college!artist!reader (intended female reader)

Word count: 6.5K

Summary: You did it, you graduated, but an unexpected pair of visitors put a damper on what should’ve been a celebratory night. Don’t worry though, Bucky is determined to fix that for you.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI, some angst, family drama - readers parents are a piece of work, bucky is in love, lots of fluff, smut with feelings, daddy kink, fingering, biting, scratching, pet names (sugar, daddy, baby, good girl), bucky talks a lot during sex. I did not include a divider for the smut because it’s broken up just a little bit throughout two or three different moments.

A/N: This is unbeta-d and all mistakes are my own.

If you enjoy the story, please consider supporting me on my Ko-fi <3

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You did it - you graduated. You fucking graduated.

The smile on your face was so big it hurt as you searched the seats for your Bucky. Other than Val and Ana, who were in this crowd of caps and gowns with you, Bucky was the only one here for you.

You hadn’t told your parents about the graduation ceremony. They didn’t agree with the art path you’d chosen and they’d been anything but supportive. So, you left them out of your big day. But that was okay, because Bucky with his gray blue eyes - the ones that reminded you of an ocean storm - were glinting with pride when you found them.

Keep reading

#fic recs #mir's favs #when I tell you this man is THE one!!!!#I have read this three times already 🫢

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imagines-all-day-everyday · 2 years ago

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The Rake & the Spinster

Summary:

With the Bridgerton's and the Dappleton's having always lived side by side, *yn* Dappleton is the unofficial ninth Bridgerton sibling, and Benedict Bridgerton has been her friend for as long as she can remember. However, when *yn* officially makes her debut into society with every intent of finding a husband, Benedict begins to realise that perhaps it is more than a friendship that he seeks.

Warnings: none, this is pure fluff <3

Notes: This might be one of my favourite fics I have ever written. Big call I know but eeeee!

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"Miss Dappleton, Lord Dappleton has requested your presence."

*yn*'s brow furrowed, peering over the top of her book at the servant that stood expectantly at the doorway.

"What ever for?"

"He did not specify, miss. He is in his study waiting for you."

*yn* sighed begrudgingly and placed the book on the couch beside her. "Honestly, that man can never do anything on his own." She grumbled under her breath as she rose from her seat.

She made her way through the various hallways and rooms that made up her home before coming to a stop outside the study door.

"Come in." A muffled voice spoke from within in response to her knock. She edged open the door, peaking inside to see Lord Dappleton seated at his desk, his head buried in a mountain of paperwork.

"Ah *yn*, come come." He beckoned her, his eyes lighting up at the sight of her hovering in the doorway.

"Is everything alright father? Do you need assistance with the ledgers again?" *yn* implored as she came to stand in front of his desk.

"The what - oh no no no." He fussed, shaking his head and chuckling as he pushed the papers away from him.

"It's about you. I've made an appointment at Madame Delacroix's for tomorrow at 10 am."

"Madame Delacroix's?" *yn* echoed, her nose crinkling in confusion. "What ever for? I have enough dresses to last me till the end of the season."

"Well you're going to need new dresses if you are to formally make your debut into society."

"My what?" She exclaimed. "But father we agreed-"

"-I know what we agreed. That you would debut when you were ready. But you are one and twenty now *yn*-"

"But-"

"No buts." He cut her off once more. "You know I have always championed your independence, but Lady Bridgerton and I have both agreed that-"

"Lady Bridgerton? Oh so you two have been scheming behind my back to decide my future?" *yn* scoffed, folding her arms in front of chest.

"Now *yn* you know that woman loves you like one of her own." Lord Dappleton scolded. "We both have agreed that this is what is best for you and if you want to have any hopes of finding a decent husband then you must debut this season. Now, Lady Bridgerton has offered to escort you to your appointment tomorrow. You do not have to accept her invitation of course. But, she will be coming over tomorrow afternoon to discuss the details of your debut with you."

"I really do not get a say in this do I?" She murmured as he turned his attention back to the papers before him, signalling that she was dismissed.

"No my dear, I am afraid you do not."

There was a pause as *yn* studied her father for a few moments. Her first instinct was to argue, but there was an edge to her father's voice, one that she had only heard a handful of times in her life. And every single time she had heard that tone, he had always gotten his way.

"She can come to the appointment I suppose." *yn* grumbled.

Her words made a smile twitch up onto her father's lips as he looked at her over his spectacles.

"Excellent, I will advise her."

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"Well it's official. I'm coming out."

"Come again?"

*yn* brought the cigarette to her lips, inhaling deeply before tilting her head back and letting the smoke waft up towards the moon.

"I am making my debut into society."

"You're having a laugh."

"I'm afraid I am not dearest Benedict, I am to formally debut myself this weekend." *yn* twisted on the swing turning to look at the second eldest Bridgerton.

"At the Cowper's ball of all places no less." Her nose wrinkling in disgust.

"If this is your idea of a practical joke, you've done much better." Benedict smirked, exhaling a puff of smoke as he pushed his feet off the ground to move the swing.

"I wish I was joking." *yn* deadpanned. "Father spoke to me this morning, apparently him and your mother have decided that if I have any chance of finding a decent husband I must debut this season."

*yn*'s body jerked forward as Benedict planted his feet on the ground, the swing coming to a sudden stop.

"You're being serious." He stated, causing her to roll her eyes.

"That is what I have been saying." *yn* huffed as she rose to her feet. "I am to go to the dressmaker's tomorrow morning with your mother."

Benedict studied her for a few moments before he tilted his head back and let out a howl of laughter. "This is bloody brilliant."

"You're going to have to have one of those silly dance cards and everything. And you'll have gentlemen callers, oh you will love that." He cackled, clutching at his sides as he laughed.

"I am so glad you find my predicament so amusing Bridgerton." She huffed, placing her hands on her hips, a smile still on her lips despite her best efforts to look irritated.

"Oh I do, I really do."

"What are you two guffawing about?"

*yn* and Benedict glanced up to see Eloise Bridgerton making her way towards them.

"*yn*'s just informed me that she is making her debut this season." Benedict grinned.

"Oh no, not you too. I thought at least one of us would be spared the torture." Eloise despaired as she came to take a seat beside her brother.

"Unfortunately not dear Eloise. Apparently I am on the verge of becoming a spinster at the ripe old age of one and twenty." *yn* proclaimed causing both the Bridgerton siblings to burst into laughter.

"What about you and Benedict's plan to indefinitely galavant around and terrorise the ton with your rake and spinster ways?" Eloise asked as she glanced between them.

"Unfortunately only one of us has the pleasure of choosing when and if they will marry." *yn* answered, shooting Benedict a pointed look as she came back to join the siblings.

Despite her jokes and sarcasm, the thought of the impending season was making her feel quite ill. It was finally beginning to sink in that by the end of the season, she would more than likely have a husband. One who she might not even love.

"Do not fret sister, I will be enough of a rake for the both of us. Is that not right *yn*?" Benedict winked at *yn* as he pulled out a fresh cigarette.

*yn* ignored the pang in her stomach at his words, "that is right." She answered, forcing a smile onto her lips as she sat down on the grass in front of them.

"I cannot believe our society still demands this of us." Eloise complained as she lit a cigarette of her own.

"Do not despair El, with you, me and Anthony out this season it will at least not be a boring one." *yn* comforted her.

"I suppose you are right." Eloise sighed. "Plus Lady Whistledown has returned, that will make for some titivating drama as always."

"Well let us all pray that a scandal so big happens that Lady Whistledown forgets all about your family this season." *yn* remarked as she rose to her feet.

"You are leaving? So soon?" Benedict asked, straightening up on his swing as he studied her intently.

"Yes I should, I must be up bright and early in preparation for what I am sure will be a thrilling expedition to Madame Delacroix's." She sighed as she smoothed her dress out.

"But we had not even begun to discuss my dear brother's courtship and the sister sent to torture him." He complained.

"Come now Benny do not sulk." *yn* teased as she touched his shoulder comfortingly. "You can tell me all about this sister birthed from hell itself at the Cowper ball, goodness knows I will need something to pass the time." She sighed, shivering at the mere thought.

"El, I will see you at the ball too?"

"Sadly, yes." Eloise grimaced.

"Excellent, well with that I will bid you goodnight Bridgertons." She jokingly curtseyed.

"Goodnight *yn*!" The pair chorused back. *yn* grinned at them, giving them one last wave before she picked up her dress and made her way to the small hole in the hedge that divided their homes.

*yn* and her father had lived beside the Bridgertons in the ton for her entire life. Her mother had been taken by a fever before *yn* could even walk and with her father refusing to remarry, it had always been just her and her father.

Violet Bridgerton and Arthur Dappleton had always been close, and when *yn*'s mother died they grew even closer, with Violet helping a very hopeless single father with raising a daughter. *yn* had grown up with the eight siblings, closest to Eloise and Daphne given the age proximity. But as she aged, she found herself growing closer to the older brothers, particularly with Benedict. Now she would consider him one of her closest friends.

The fact that she had been in love with him for as long as she could remember did ever so slightly complicate things. But overtime she had learnt to suppress it, telling herself that nothing would ever come of it. It was easier that way.

"I cannot believe *yn*'s left me alone with you." Benedict complained once *yn* had disappeared through the hedge. He chuckled as Eloise shoved him playfully in response.

"You know." Eloise began as silence fell over the garden, the faint sound of birds chirping in the distance. "I always thought you two would end up together."

Her words made Benedict jerk upright, so suddenly that he very nearly slipped off his seat. Eloise stifled a laugh as her brother's hand shot up to grip the rope of the swing to steady himself as he turned to look at her.

"Who? Me and *yn*?" Benedict inquired incredulously.

"Do not be absurd Eloise." He shook his head when Eloise nodded. "She is like a fifth sister, to think of her that way-" He cut himself as he felt his cheeks growing flush under Eloise's stare.

"That might be one of the daftest things you have ever uttered and that is the last I will say on the matter." He muttered, taking a deep inhale of his cigarette.

"Whatever you say brother." Eloise mused, a knowing look on her features as she glanced back over at the Dappleton estate.

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"How long are we expected to be here mama?"

"I too would like to know the answer to that question."

"Hush you two, Eloise you have not even had one dance yet." Violet dismissed her children. Eloise and Benedict both simultaneously rolled their eyes, shooting each other looks of displeasure before following begrudgingly after their mother.

"I have not caught sight of *yn* yet, she better be here." Eloise grumbled to Benedict as they weaved through the throng of people.

Both of them nearly collided into the back of their mother who had come to a sudden halt beside Lady Danbury.

"Oh Lady Bridgerton you have outdone yourself." They heard Lady Danbury say to their mother.

"Why thank you Lady Danbury."

Benedict and Eloise shot each other puzzled looks before hurrying to get around their mother.

"Woah." Eloise breathed out.

Benedict froze when his eyes fell on the source of Eloise's amazement.

He felt like his feet had been knocked out from beneath him as he studied her. She was in a beautiful violet gown with pale purple gloves to match. Her hair had been done in an intricate up style with diamonds adorning her neck, ears and were even woven into her hair. Her arm was hooked through her father's as she made her way through the crowd.

She was the most beautiful woman Benedict had ever laid eyes on. *yn* Dappleton, her best friend. Hushed whispers that circled him made him think that there were many others who thought the same thing.

"Benedict, let's go fetch a drink and then we can say hello." Eloise murmured, her wide eyes never leaving *yn*'s figure as she spoke.

"Benedict." She repeated when she got no response. She finally turned to see him completely mesmerised by *yn*, so much so that he had not heard a word she had said.

"Brother." She spoke, shaking his arm. This finally broke him out of his trance, wide eyed as he glanced down at his sister.

"What?"

Eloise tried to suppress her amused smirk, "I said, let's go fetch a drink."

"Oh yes." Benedict nodded as he adjusted the collar of his vest which had suddenly grown very restrictive. He cleared his throat, "let's do that."

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"Lady Dappleton, would you do me the honour of another dance?"

"Why thank you Lord Dixon, the honour would be all mine." *yn* curtseyed back, "I am just feeling a bit faint, I think some fresh air will serve me well before we dance."

"Of course Lady Dappleton, I will be waiting for your return." Lord Dixon bowed.

The second her back was turned *yn*'s smile dropped and she rolled her eyes as she made a beeline for the balcony.

She let out a sigh of relief as she stepped outside and into the warm night air. Her feet were aching and she could barely breath in the corset that had been tied ridiculously tight. All she wanted to do was to go home. Or be sitting in the Bridgerton's backyard, on the swing with Benedict, talking about something entirely trivial.

"Psst- Dappleton!" *yn*'s brow furrowed, glancing around for the source of the noise. "Down here!"

Upon that instruction she peered over the balcony. "Benedict." She breathed out a sigh of relief at the sight of the second eldest Bridgerton.

"Where have you been? I have been looking for you everywhere!" She hissed.

"Well I went to go fetch a drink and just happened to spy an open window right beside the punch bowl, it was too good of an opportunity to pass up." Benedict responded, shooting her a cheeky grin.

"Come on, let's go." He continued, waving her down.

"Benedict I cannot go with you. I am unchaperoned. If anyone saw us-"

"No one will see us, come on." He beckoned her frantically. "Unless you want to go back in there that is."

*yn* bit her lip and glanced over her shoulder at the party. She winced at the sight of Lord Dixon glancing around, clearly looking for her. She glanced down at Benedict who was looking up expectantly, that heart stopping grin still plastered on his features as they locked eyes.

"Come on, we can have a party of our own." He urged, shaking the flask in his hand at her temptingly.

She withheld a sigh as she felt her resolve crumbling, shaking her head in defeat.

"I better not regret this Bridgerton." She grumbled before swinging her legs over the balcony railing.

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"I just cannot believe Dixon thought he actually had a chance with you." Benedict remarked.

"Oh come on, he is not that bad." *yn* mused as she pressed the flask to her lips, wincing as the liquor burned her throat.

"*yn* dearest, the man perpetually smells like off milk." Benedict's smile widened as he practically felt *yn*'s mouth drop as she turned to face him.

"How on earth did you know-"

"He was called The Milkman at university, why do you think my brothers and I always avoid talking with him for too long at these things? The stench seeps into your clothes. Impossible to get it out of them."

"And you did not think to forewarn me about this?" *yn* gaped. Benedict shrugged his shoulders and locked eyes with her, the pair eyed each other for a few moments before bursting into fits of laughter.

*yn* clutched her sides, feeling her eyes growing wet from how hard she was laughing.

"Oh we are horrible." She giggled, inhaling deeply as she tried to catch her breath.

"Maybe, but at least we are not dreadfully boring." He chuckled.

*yn* hummed in agreement as she leant her head back against the trunk of the tree. Her veins were singing with warmth from the liquid provided by the flask. Her body and mind were relaxing more and more as the minutes ticked by as the alcohol seeped into her.

The warm summer nights breeze was a beautiful reprieve from the Cowper's overcrowded and stuffy room. Her and Benedict were sitting side by side underneath an oak tree, so close together that their arms were nearly touching.

"I must get back soon, before anyone notices my absence." *yn* sighed after a few moments of peaceful silence.

"A full dance card?" Benedict queried, unable to help himself as he peered over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of the men who had requested a dance with her.

"Surprisingly, yes." She answered as she flicked her fingers through the pages of the dance card hanging from her wrist.

"Really?" Benedict spoke as he studied her, "I do not think it is the least bit surprising." He remarked, unable to hide the edge in his voice as he took a deep swig of liquor.

"And why is that?" *yn* mused, fully preparing for some sort of sarcastic jab as she looked up at him expectantly.

"Because you look absolutely breathtaking tonight."

*yn* felt like the wind had been knocked out of her at his words. They were so matter-of-fact that for a brief moment she thought that she had been hearing things. Her lips parted slightly as she studied him, trying to rack her brain for something to say.

"At least that is what I heard Lord Dixon and a few of his friends say anyway." Benedict added quickly as he looked down at his feet.

And just like that, the moment passed.

"Oh right." *yn* nodded, swallowing thickly as she tried to hide her disappointment. "And here I was thinking that Benedict Bridgerton was actually going to give me a compliment." She forced a teasing tone to her words.

"A compliment? Please you know me better than that Miss Dappleton." His words made a soft chuckle emit from *yn*'s lips as she fixed her eyes on her dance card, flicking through the pages absentmindedly.

Benedict silently cursed himself for saying those words out loud. They were meant to be his thoughts and his thoughts only. To remain in his head. Most definitely not thoughts for *yn* to hear. But when she had looked at him with that breathtaking smile on her lips, the words had spilled out of him before he could restrain himself.

"Lord Dappleton, I found them!"

The voice made the two spring up onto their feet, panic flooding both of them. They both exhaled when they saw Violet Bridgerton marching towards them.

That relief was short lived when they saw the furious expression on her features, one which was unfortunately mirrored in Arthur Dappleton's face who was hot on her heels.

"We have been looking for you everywhere, do you know how long you have been gone?" Violet demanded.

"Mother I am sorry we just-"

"-Benedict I do not want to hear it." She snapped, holding a hand up to stop him. "We were worried sick. And to find you both here, and unchaperoned of all things." She shook her head as disappointment radiated from her.

"I thought we taught you both better than this."

*yn* folded her arms in front of her guiltily as she glanced at her father who was yet to say a word. She did not recall the last time she had seen him look so disappointed.

"Come *yn*, we are leaving." He finally said after a few moments of tense silence passed.

*yn* nodded, knowing better than to argue. She shot Benedict a glance before following after her father who had already begun to make his way to their carriage.

"Honestly Benedict, do you know what would have happened if someone else had caught you two out here like this, unchaperoned?" Violet snapped as Benedict watched *yn*'s retreating figure.

Benedict knew the answer. He knew that it meant that the two would have had to marry with haste. Just like Daphne and Simon.

His worst nightmare of course, I mean marriage? No. Absolutely not.

Although, there was a small voice in his head that was telling him that being married to *yn* might not be so terrible.

In fact, it would not be so terrible at all.

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The ride to the Dappleton estate was done so in complete silence.

Neither *yn* nor her father uttered a single word in the carriage, nor did either of them say a word as they traipsed up the stairs and into the living room.

"Sit." That was the first word uttered by Arthur as he pointed to the couch.

*yn* complied. She watched as her father locked his hands behind his back and began to pace the length of the room.

"Do you have any idea what would have happened if Lady Bridgerton had not been the one to discover you?" He began. "It would have ruined you."

*yn* sat in guilty silence.

"I know it has always been just you and me in this house. And perhaps it was my fault that I have let you run around, doing what you please. Maybe I erred in not remarrying and finding a wife suitable to help raise you. To try and provide you with a brother to help care for you." He muttered, more to himself than to *yn* as he continued to pace.

"I did not need a step-mother. I have you. I have Lady Bridgerton."

Her soft words made him come to a stand still in front of her. "And I did not need another wife, you are all I need *yn*." He clarified as he studied his daughter.

"But I will not always be here for you. One day, when I am gone, this-" He gestured around the room. "- will go to my closest male relative. He will become Lord of this house. Not you. And you will need someone to provide for you, to give you a roof over your head, safety, company."

"But I do not want to have someone provide for me." *yn* spoke, her voice shaking with frustration.

"I know, but this is how our society works." Her father answered her firmly. "And I will not see my daughter left in destitute, I will not." He spoke forcefully, his voice increasingly growing louder as his anger also grew.

"And I will not let you throw your future away over that Bridgerton boy-

"It was not his fault he-"

"-Benedict has always done as he pleases, whenever he pleases *yn*, and he will continue to do so, with little consequence. You cannot pine for this boy any longer *yn*. He has made his thoughts on marriage very clear-"

"I am not pining for Benedict!" *yn* exclaimed, her cheeks growing red in embarrassment. "He is my friend."

Arthur's expression softened at her words, sympathy splashed across his features. "*yn*." He spoke gently. "You do not have to pretend with me."

She swallowed as she felt tears pricking at her cheeks. She stared down into her lap as the couch dipped beside her as her father sat down next to her.

"I love him." Her voice quivered as she spoke.

"I know." Arthur answered, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"But it is time to stop waiting around for him." He continued softly. "It is time for you to find your happiness."

There was a pause as *yn* fiddled with her fingers, blinking back tears as she did so. "Do you think I will find a love match? Like you and mother?" Her voice was so small that Arthur had trouble catching her words.

"Of course I do." He smiled sadly as he wrapped his arms around her and brought her into a tight embrace.

"But you must actually make an effort with these suitors. Promise me *yn* that you will." He murmured as she melted into her father's embrace.

She sniffed as she clung to him, trying to push thoughts of Benedict from her mind.

"I promise."

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"Sorry I am late, what have I missed sister?"

Daphne glanced up at Benedict before turning her attention back to the dance floor. "Well, Anthony and Miss Edwina have been dancing all night, much to her sister's distaste." Daphne mused.

Benedict plucked a glass of wine from the tray of a passing waiter, his eyes searching the Featherington's ballroom for a particular figure.

"If you are looking for *yn*, she is dancing with Lord Mayfair."

"I was not looking for-" Benedict began before pausing as Daphne's words sunk in. "Lord Mayfair?" Benedict he exclaimed incredulously.

"Indeed, this is their third dance of the evening." Daphne remarked as Benedict's eyes finally found *yn*, indeed dancing with Lord Mayfair, a radiant smile plastered on her features.

"I think they look quite good together, do you not agree?" She continued, studying her brother's facial features intently.

"I suppose." He bit back as he tilted his head back and downed the entirety of his glass.

"He is quite the catch you know. He comes from an exceptional family." Daphne continued, an amused smirk on her features as she watched her brother glare at the pair.

Benedict merely grunted in response as he grabbed another glass just as the song ended. He watched as *yn* curtseyed to Lord Mayfair after finishing up their dance, laughing at something he had said.

"I will see you later sister." He spoke, not even giving her a glance as he watched Lord Mayfair head towards the drinks table, leaving *yn* unattended.

"I am sure you will brother." Daphne mused, shaking her head as she watched him go.

"There you are Dappleton."

*yn* turned around to find herself face to face with Benedict. Her stomach dropped at the sight of him, her father's words echoing in her ear.

"I have barely seen you this past week."

"I know I am sorry, I have been busy." She lied.

Benedict's brow creased, immediately picking up on her uneasy nature. "Never mind that, come on let's go."

"Go where?" *yn* queried, her brow furrowing in confusion.

"I spotted an easy escape route from one of the parlour rooms." Benedict answered, opening his jacket up to reveal the flask stashed in his pocket. "Come on, before Lord Mayfair comes back." He grinned.

"Benedict, do you not remember what happened at the Cowper ball?" *yn* blinked in disbelief, "That could have been a disaster."

"Ah but it was not." He winked. "Come on do not tell me you would rather spend the evening in here for heavens sake."

"I promised my father I would take this seriously." She shot back causing him to raise a brow. "Fine, dance with me then. That way you are technically not shirking your responsibilities." He grinned, extending a hand in jest.

"I said seriously, Benedict." *yn* snapped back, feeling herself growing irritated at his laissez-fair attitude. "I know it is all well and good for you to make a mockery of these events but I do not have that luxury. I cannot afford to when I intend on finding a husband by the end of the season."

Benedict's hand dropped to his side, all traces of humour vanishing from his face as he studied her.

"You are being serious." He stated in disbelief. He glanced over his shoulder to ensure Lord Mayfair was not in sight before turning back to her.

"With Lord Mayfair of all people?" His voice lowered as he leant in closer to her. "I mean come on Dappleton."

"Yes Lord Mayfair of all people." *yn* shot back, her voice nothing more than a hushed whisper as her cheeks grew red. She glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention before turning back to him.

"He is kind, well respected and has an excellent sense of duty towards his responsibilities as a future viscount, in particular the importance of finding a wife." She could feel herself growing increasingly angry the longer she spoke.

"I know that may be a foreign concept to you, but it is important to me. Which is why I cannot afford to galavant around with you at these events any longer" She hissed.

Benedict blinked, his mouth slack in disbelief as he stared at her.

"Now, if you will excuse me I must go find Lord Mayfair, I expect he is looking for me."

With that, *yn* stepped past him and disappeared into the crowd, leaving Benedict standing speechless and utterly shocked.

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"Why is Benedict sulking?"

"Hmm?" Daphne queried, tearing her eyes from the dance floor to glance at her sister.

"He has been attached to that pillar for the past hour, the only thing that has changed is the amount of wine in his glass." Eloise remarked.

Daphne followed her gaze to see her brother stood leaning against one of the pillars in the corner. His eyes were glassy from drink, unwavering in their fixation on something, or someone, on the dance floor.

"Ah." Daphne murmured in realisation. "*yn* and Lord Mayfair."

"Ahhh." Eloise realised, nodding her head.

"Well I must say he is in quite a state. I saw him nearly trip over his own feet a few moments ago."

"Maybe it would be best if he retired for the night." Daphne remarked, her brow creasing in concern as she watched her bother pick up another glass of wine.

Daphne had only had her head turned for a few moments to see if she could spot her mother when Eloise tugged on her arm.

"Daphne, I think we have a problem."

Daphne turned just in time to see that Benedict had pushed himself off the pole and was making a beeline for the dance floor. Towards *yn*, who was mid-dance with Lord Mayfair.

"Oh no." Daphne breathed out and with that the two sisters rushed to intervene.

"Lord Mayfair." A slurred voice remarked. Lord Mayfair turned at the feeling of a tap on his shoulder to see Benedict Bridgerton swaying in front of him. *yn* felt her stomach plummet to the ground.

"I would like to steal the lovely *yn* for a dance."

"Miss Dappleton and I are in the middle of one, but you are more than welcome to ask her once we are finished." Lord Mayfair answered calmly.

"But I want to dance with her now." Benedict frowned.

"I am sure you can wait a few minutes." Lord Mayfair answered, this time irritation evident in his tone.

"She is going to say no. Because I am not 'serious' enough." Benedict mocked, hiccuping as he swayed dangerously close to them.

*yn*'s eyes darted around to see that people were beginning to stare at the spectacle that was unfolding.

"Benedict, I will talk to you about this later. Let me finish my dance. Please." She pleaded desperately.

"Brother, there you are!" Much to *yn*'s relief Daphne and Eloise appeared from behind Benedict, both looping an arm through his.

"I am so sorry Lord Mayfair, our brother is quite unwell. It has been making him act a bit out of turn." Daphne apologised, curtseying politely. "We were just escorting him home now."

"It is quite alright Duchess." Lord Mayfair bowed back.

"Unwell? I am not-" Benedict hiccuped. "Unwell, I am fine... see!" Benedict pulled out of Eloise and Daphne's grip, seemingly to demonstrate his sobriety. However, instead he tripped over his own feet, sending the contents of his nearly full champagne glass flying into the air.

Gasps echoed throughout the room as gravity pulled the liquid down and hit their mark.

All over *yn* Dappleton.

*yn* let out a gasp of her own as the cold liquid drenched her entire front, instantly seeping through the fabric and right into her bones. Her hair was sopping wet too, plastered to her skin as she felt her makeup begin to run.

"Oh my Lady Dappleton, are you alright?" She heard Lord Mayfair ask her, his voice faint in the background as her head pounded.

She glanced around to see people whispering and pointing, Cressida Cowper and her cronies giggling in one corner as they studied her.

"I- I-" She cut herself off as she glared at Benedict, who was staring at her wide eyed in shock.

"I have to go." She heard herself say. She could hear people calling out her name as she picked up her dress and hurried off, trying not to collide with anyone as she weaved through the crowd.

"*yn* wait!" Daphne called out but to no avail as *yn* disappeared into the throng of onlookers. She sighed, her hand falling to her side as she glared at Benedict.

"Well, I hope you're happy brother."

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"What in heavens is wrong with you?!" Violet demanded.

Benedict swallowed as his eyes darted around the room. He was met with disappointed and angry looks from all of his siblings, not a single sympathetic look in sight.

"First you take *yn* out into the garden unchaperoned, and now you publicly humiliate her in front of everyone in the ton. Including Lord Mayfair who has been vying for her attention since her debut and has every intention of courting her! Honestly Benedict, what would your father say about this?"

"I am sorry, I do not know what came over me." He answered guiltily, avoiding his mother's disappointed gaze.

"What has gotten into you Benedict? I thought you cared for *yn*."

"I do care for her!" He shot back, "of course I care for her."

"I think that is precisely the problem." Daphne remarked, earning a glare from Benedict.

"What ever do you mean Daphne?"

"Honestly mama, is it not obvious?" Daphne laughed as she folded her arms in front of her chest.

"Benedict is in love with *yn*."

"I am not in love with *yn*." Benedict scoffed.

"Oh please brother enough, even a blindman could see it." Anthony cut in.

"Anthony is right." Colin agreed.

"I have known it for quite some time too." Eloise nodded, "we all have, even mama I suspect."

Benedict glanced around at his siblings to see them all nodding in agreement, even young Hyacinth and Gregory were moving their heads.

Finally he turned back to his mother who was studying him intently. There was something in her expression, a softening of her features as she looked at him. One of sympathy. Of understanding.

"This is preposterous I do not love her, she is a close friend, nothing more." Benedict defended himself, although even as he was saying it, he knew it sounded unconvincing.

His words caused that sympathetic expression vanish from his mother's features, instead replaced by a hardened one as she glared at her son.

"Then you should have no problem in leaving her be for the rest of the season and letting Lord Mayfair court her." Lady Bridgerton answered him matter-of-factly.

"Because that girl is like a daughter to me and I will not let you ruin her future because you are too selfish to let her be happy with someone else. Do I make myself clear?"

There was a pause as Benedict studied his mother before once more glancing around the room, searching for any sign of help. When he received nothing but more disappointed looks he let out a sigh and nodded.

"Understood."

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*yn* felt her stomach do flips as she stepped into Lady Danburry's ball.

It had been two weeks since the incident at the Featherington ball and she had not seen Benedict since.

Daphne, Eloise and Penelope had all paid her visits to make sure she was alright. With both Eloise and Pen assuring her that surely something much more scandalous would happen before Lady Whistledown's next issue was to be penned, enough so that the incident would be entirely forgotten.

By some good fortune, they had been correct. When the next edition of Lady Whistledown arrived, *yn* was relieved to see that her scandal had not even been mentioned by the gossip writer.

She had been both relieved and hurt that Benedict had not paid her a visit. Every night since she had stepped out onto her balcony that overlooked the Bridgerton's backyard. And every night she would see Benedict sitting on the swing, alone.

She wondered if he was waiting for her.

Even though every bone in her body was desperate to join him, the memory of the humiliation that he had caused her sprang to the forefront of her mind. No, if he did not even have the decency to apologise then she most certainly was not going to make the first step towards reconcilliation.

To make matters worse, Lord Mayfair had stopped calling in the past week. It was safe to say that the last thing *yn* wished to do was spend an evening at yet another ball with the rest of the scandal hungry ton.

"See? I told you the ton had an impressively short memory." Her father murmured to her as they made their way through the crowd. Indeed, the socialites barely even glanced in the Dappleton's direction, all too caught up in their own gossip and stories.

"You are always right father." *yn* mused.

After an hour of making small talk with a few acquaintances, *yn* was yet to spy Benedict or any other Bridgerton for that matter. She was beginning to wonder if that was intentional. A body colliding with hers made her break out of her thoughts.

"Oh my apologies Miss-" *yn* looked up to see Lord Mayfair standing sheepishly in front of her. "Oh Miss Dappleton, hello." He greeted, bowing politely.

"Lord Mayfair." She greeted, curtseying in reply. "Are you well?"

"I am indeed Miss Dappleton."

"That is a relief to hear, I thought you might have taken ill."

"Why would you think that?" He puzzled.

"Oh well, you have not called in the past week so I thought..." She trailed off, her cheeks growing pink in embarassment.

"My apologies Miss Dappleton but I am afraid I am vexed." Lord Mayfair spoke, his brow furrowing.

"I was under the impression that you were being courted by another gentleman." He continued when he noted the confused expression on her features.

"Another..." *yn* trailed off in surprise, "who ever told you that?"

"Oh it was..." Lord Mayfair trailed off as his eyes landed on something just behind her left shoulder. *yn* swung around, following his gaze.

She felt rage bubble within her as her eyes landed on none other than Benedict Bridgerton who was leaning against a pillar, staring at the couple. His eyes widened when he realised that he had been spotted.

The pair studied each other intently for a few moments before Benedict darted around the pillar, making a break for the patio.

"If you will excuse me Lord Mayfair." *yn* gritted her teeth, manoeuvring past the Lord to follow Benedict.

She faintly made out Lord Mayfair say something in reply but it was lost in the crowd as she hurried after him as quickly as she could without attracting attention to herself. She thought that she had lost him when she caught him sneaking out of a window and into the garden.

She glanced over her shoulder to make sure that no one was paying attention to her before she followed him into the garden. Goosebumps instantly rose on her skin as the crisp night air hit her with force. He was still quite a distance away as she picked up her dress and hurried after him.

"Benedict!" She called out. Thankfully his pace had slowed, allowing her to come within earshot.

"Do not dare walk away from me Benedict Bridgerton!" She shouted just as he reached the trunk of a giant oak tree.

He came to a stop at her words, causing *yn* to slow down as she approached him.

"Apparently Lord Mayfair is under the impression that I was being courted by another gentleman." *yn* spoke, her voice wavering with anger.

Benedict did not utter a word, his back still turned to her.

"Do you have any idea how he may have come to such a conclusion?"

The silence that she received in return gave her the answer she already knew to be correct. She let out a scoff, shaking her head as she folded her arms in front of her chest.

"I thought we were friends." Her words finally forced Benedict to turn to face her.

Benedict felt guilt flow through him as he saw the tears threatening to spill down her cheeks.

"We are friends, of course we are friends." He spoke quietly.

"Really? Clearly you and I have a very different definition of what it means to be friends. Because last time I checked, friends do not publicly humiliate each other and try to ruin their futures."

Benedict bit the inside of his cheek, glancing down at the ground to avoid her piercing gaze. His silence only fuelled her anger, her fists clenched at her sides as she took further steps towards him.

He had to clench his fists at his side as the smell of her jasmine scented soap consumed his senses. It was the first time he had been this close to her in what felt like an eternity, so achingly close to her that he could just reach out and-

"What have I done wrong? Was it something I said? Something untoward?" She pestered him, causing him to snap back into reality.

"What?" A perplexed look flashing across his features. "Of course you have done nothing wrong."

"Really? I must have done something for you to despise me so. Because as far as I can tell, the only logical reason for your behaviour towards me is that I have offended you in some horrific way."

"You have not-" Benedict cut himself as he inhaled sharply. "I could never despise you *yn*." He muttered as he began to pace back and forth in front of her.

"Then tell me what is wrong!" She demanded, her voice wavering as she felt angry tears threaten to spill down her cheeks. "Tell me why you have been acting this way."

She watched as Benedict took another deep breath and stressfully forced a hand through his thick hair. "I cannot paint." He murmured, so softly *yn* almost missed it.

"What?" Her brow furrowed in confusion. "What are you-"

"I cannot paint, no matter how hard I try to find inspiration. I cannot draw, I cannot eat, I cannot sleep." He continued, "because all I can think about is you."

His words made *yn* scoff and throw her hands up dramatically. "Well that is just splendid. You are telling me that I have done something so abhorrent, so reprehensible, so deplorable that you cannot even do what you love the most. Excellent, really, thank you Benedict."

"Good god *yn*." Benedict hissed in frustration, placing his hands behind his head as he looked up to heaven for some sort of solution. "For the last time you have not-"

"Just tell me what I have done that has aggrieved you so badly Benedict, please I-"

"I am in love with you, *yn*!" Benedict bellowed, his eyes wild with desperation as he finally stopped pacing and stood in front of her.

"Are you happy now?" His shoulders slumped in defeat, his breath ragged. "There is your answer."

*yn* grew completely still, a breath lodged in her throat as she stared at him. She thought that her heart might burst out of her chest and her feet give out beneath her.

"I am supposed to not care for marriage or commitment, I am supposed to go to art school and write poetry and cause Anthony and mother grief." He shook his head, letting out a bark of laughter as he began to pace once more.

"And then I saw how terrified you were of not finding a husband and I asked myself, how do you not realising that you are the most breathtaking woman that has graced the ton?" Benedict was on a roll now, talking so feverishly that *yn* barely had time to process his words before he was opening his mouth once more.

"Because I am not the only one who thinks this *yn*. No, no, I see how the rest of our society looks at you. You are the envy of every lady and the object of every lord's desires."

"Ben-" *yn* took another step toward him.

"And then I look at myself, an artist who cannot even get into art school - without his brother bribing them might I add, who no one takes seriously or even gives a second glance, and I know that I am not good enough for you." He muttered bitterly, shaking his head as he came to a stand still once more, finally turning to lock eyes with her.

"I know that someone like Lord Mayfair is worthy of you. But when I see you two together, it feels like my heart is being ripped out of my chest and every fibre of my being is screaming at me to stop it." He continued as he watched *yn* close the gap between them, standing so close to him now that her gloves were nearly brushing his.

"I know it is selfish, I know how I have acted is childish and petulant." He spoke weakly, his voice growing hushed as he talked. "And for that I am truly sorry, please believe me when I say that."

They were both crying now, their breaths visible in the chilly night air as they exhaled shakily.

"Of course I believe you." *yn* managed to croak out as she brought a hand up to cradle his face, brushing a stray tear from his cheek with her gloved thumb.

"I will leave you two alone now." *yn* shook her head at Benedict's words, signalling for him to stop but he could not control his frantic rambling. "I will explain everything to him, I will tell him that he should propose and-"

*yn* did not know what came over her. She knew it was completely unacceptable, scandalous, totally un-ladylike, the sort of action that would utterly disgrace the Dappleton name. But in that moment, all she could think about, all she craved, was Benedict's lips on hers.

So she leant up on her toes and pulled his head down by the base of his neck, pressing her lips clumsily to his. Benedict did not even have time to process what was happening before she had pulled away.

"I-" *yn* cut herself off as she looked up at him with wide eyes, taken aback by her own actions.

"I love you Benedict." She heard herself say as she tried to control her breathing, "it has always been you."

Benedict studied her for a brief moment, letting out a shaky breath before a relieved smile appeared on his face.

"You have bewitched me, body and soul, *yn* Dappleton." He whispered against her lips, as he brought a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

His words made her knees weak and her heart pound. Benedict Bridgerton, the starving artist, had always had a way with words, with romance. But this was the first time that they had been directed at her, and it was enough to make her head spin.

This time, when *yn* tilted her head up and their lips met, Benedict was ready.

*yn* felt like she was seeing stars as their lips collided. Benedict's arms snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest. *yn*'s head was spinning as the kiss deepened, one of her hands automatically burying itself into his hair. Benedict let out what could only be described as a sort of whimper at the contact. His hands dug into her hips as he tried to remember to breathe, to get some sort of oxygen to his brain, as he grew dizzy from being completely and utterly consumed by her.

The sound of a twig snapping made the pair spring apart. Relief washed over them when they saw that the cause of the sound was merely a bird poking around in the grass.

"We best get back to the ball." *yn* murmured, disappointment washing through her at the realisation that they could not stay out here like this for an eternity.

"Yes." Benedict nodded as he ran a hand through his hair, "Although I would probably give my right arm to stay here with you, we should."

"I will go back first, to avoid suspicion." *yn* spoke, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach as Benedict smirked down at her, his hand brushing against her lower back.

"If I ask you to dance in there, will my request be taken seriously this time Miss Dappleton?"

"You, Benedict Bridgerton, want to dance?" She queried, raising a brow in disbelief.

"I am capable of doing more than causing you grief, you know." He remarked causing a small giggle to escape her lips.

"Yes Benedict, your request will be taken seriously." Her answer made him grin as he shook his head in amusement.

"I was supposed to be a life long rake." A wry smile on his features as his eyes shone with happiness.

"And I a spinster."

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"I am sorry, do my eyes deceive me or is that our dear Benedict willingly on the dance floor at a ball?"

"No, your eyes do not deceive you brother." Daphne shook her head, her eyes brimming with amusement.

"Well I'll be." Anthony shook his head in amazement.

"It really is a sight to behold." Colin remarked.

"Is that- oh my." Violet gasped as her and Arthur Dappleton joined the Bridgerton siblings to view the spectacle unfolding before them.

"They finally did it... the spinster and the rake." Eloise remarked, shaking her head in disbelief.

"What was that dear?" Violet asked, glancing down at her daughter.

"Oh nothing mama." Eloise spoke hastily, covering her mouth to stifle her giggles as her and Daphne exchanged smirks.

"Well, well, well." Lady Danbury spoke as she came to stand beside Lady Bridgerton and Lord Dappleton.

"Your match-making skills continue to amaze me Lady Bridgerton." Lady Danbury remarked.

"Please I cannot take all the credit, it was mainly Lord Dappleton's idea." Violet answered her.

"Is that so?" Lady Danbury asked, raising a brow as she studied the Lord.

"You are too modest, Lady Bridgerton. Everything I learnt, I learnt from you." Arthur's praise made a small blush appear on Violet's cheeks.

"Who would have thought all it would take for them to admit their feelings would be to get *yn* to debut." Lady Danbury mused.

The three of them joined the other onlookers as they watched *yn* and Benedict twirl around the ballroom floor. They both had grins that stretched from ear to ear, their eyes shining with adoration as they spun. Their hands mirrored each other, never touching but tantalisingly close as they circled each other. They were in their own little world, oblivious to their surroundings as they stared into each other's eyes.

Not even a fool could mistake them for what they were, there was no doubt.

A love match.

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strwbrrybxn · 2 years ago

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fluff 7 with kiba in a modern au would be so precious to see!! 💗 i'm curious to see how you write him ^-^

happy 200 btw, super happy for you!! ✨

Kiba — "It's okay, I couldn't sleep anyway." modern au; 460 words

eeeee, i’m so excited for you to read this especially since my kiba obsession came from your work !!

If anyone told you that Kiba was part animal, you wouldn’t even be surprised. He had to be part golden retriever, just had to be. It was the only thing that made sense when you thought about the chestnut haired man. He barely slept as it is, was full of energy, growly when he was possessive, caused chaos everywhere he went, exceptionally house trained, as Shikamaru would say, and completely lovable. Shikamaru teased you endlessly for your crush on the puppy man, and when the pineapple head invited you to accompany him to Kiba’s end of the school year summer party, you couldn’t say no.

Of course what Shikamaru failed to mention was the fact that usually, this party went on well after midnight and everyone eventually ended up crashing on Kiba’s living room floor. So there you were, looking around at the sleeping bodies that littered the carpet before you made your way outside. Kiba was cleaning up the backyard, singing off tune to one of the songs on the radio. You slipped onto the patio, grabbing a water bottle before gliding down to the chairs, sitting and crossing your legs to look up at the stars.

“Was I being too loud?” You heard Kiba ask before he hovered over you. Your cheeks tinted pink, shaking your head.

"No, no. It's okay, I couldn't sleep anyway."

“Still, you musta been tryin’.” You waved your hand in front of your face, your eyes watching as he moved to sit beside you. He hummed as he sipped from his water bottle, your eyes growing heavier as each moment passed. “Didja have fun?”

“I did, thank you for letting me come.”

“Ah, well.. Truth be told, I’ve always wanted to invite ya-” he chuckled shyly, his eyes sitting on Akamaru sleeping under the patio table. “I just get shy around ya.”

“Around me?”

“Yeah! I mean; you’re really pretty and super smart, like Neji, and I’m kinda just a brute, ya know? You’re a little intimidatin’,” your head tilted slightly. “In a good way, of course! Ah– I’m just babblin’.” His canine poked out from his lip, chewing on the flesh.

“No, no,” you sat up straighter, unable to hide the smile gracing your features - which only made Kiba’s heart beat faster. “I… I really like you, and it- it’s nice to hear that… from you, ya know?”

“Well,” he hummed, shifting closer to you. “I’d like to do something about that, if you’re free tomorrow night.”

“You mean tonight?” He sighed dramatically, making you giggle.

“Yeah, yeah.” His arm wrapped around the back of the chair you were sitting on.

“Good thing I couldn’t sleep,” you whispered, eyes closing as you smiled, heart hammering with excitement for the night to come.

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here2bbtstrash · 2 years ago

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oo there are a lot of interesting questions! i want to put a lot here but answer whichever you want! sorry lol. 3, 5, 10, 17, 18, 19, 25, 26, 32. 10 is so interesting bc i have definitely felt it with some especially yandere fics.

eeeee i will do the ones i didn't just answer for moni 🤭

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

this hasn't always been the case but lately my "ritual" for writing specifically smut is: on my phone, in bed, while nearly asleep. then i wake up the next morning and scroll back through it like 😳😳😳 good god lmfao. i think maybe the censors in my brain just kinda turn off bc i'm so close to sleeping???? idk but it's given good results imo 🫡

5. Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?

mmmm i swear by long walks when i find myself stuck on a scene. i'll put in music that fits the vibe and just let my brain rapid cycle through stuff until we find a solution that works! this has led to me writing on my phone while walking and almost getting hit by a car once or twice so uh.... try at your own risk lmao 😵‍💫

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

ahhh welp 🥲 slightly sad times, here we go~

“My ex and I struggled a lot with…” “Sex. With me wanting it, with us having enough of it. I think it gave me a complex. I could be physically, you know, ready, but then as soon as she’d touch me I’d get in my head about everything and freak out and immediately want to stop.” “And then, I don’t know, I guess she was just trying to share her side, but… she would make me feel so bad about it sometimes. Because I was genuinely trying so hard but it was like I was never good enough.” “It felt like she didn’t want me anymore, not if there wasn’t sex. So I left.”

these clipped bits of jimin's dialogue from the shape of your body are entirely autobiographical 😬 so uh.... yikes!!! (but honestly, writing that story was very cathartic for me, and was basically a love letter to myself from a year ago that yes, there are people out there who won't rush you or guilt you about sex and desire, and can be understanding, and if the person you're with is not those things then maybe consider..... FINDING A DIFFERENT ONE..... ugh)

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

ahhhh i've always been drawn to writing since i was literally a child 🥰 i loved reading and so writing just happened as an extension of that. it's all i've ever really wanted to do! i started writing fanfic when i was like... 18-19? and then i took a break for damn near close to a decade lmao. this blog has been my triumphant return to the fanfic world~ but i've written bits and pieces of things in between, and i have a few novel ideas that i'd like to maybe write.... someday...... who knows! right now i'm just having fun with this little side hobby 💜

26. How do you get into your character’s head? How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place?

lol, speaking of side hobbies: i've done acting in my spare time for a good..... 15? years now, so i approach written characters the same way i would an acting role. as in, i try to understand what pieces of their personality feel "honest" or resonate with who i am as a person, and i use that as my "way in" to understanding how they tick and why they do what they do. and i do feel like all those character pieces live on inside me even after i'm done writing (or acting) them. so it's less trying to become someone else, and more like trying to understand how a character is similar to me or how i could relate to their perspective, even when it's wildly different from my own. if that..... makes sense dflgkjdfg I FEEL PRETENTIOUS I'LL BE QUIET NOW

weird questions for writers ask game!!

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bibbykins · 3 years ago

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(TW: MENTIONS OF ASSAULT)

Okay, let me breath for a second bc this chapter was a ROLLER COASTER.

I'll start with the easiest thing to digest, the car scene with Tae and Namjoon, GODDAMN, tae is completely whipped and really has a hard time not giving Bunny what she wants (thank god bc I hate edging sm, pls just get to it lmao) and Namjoon living his housewife fantasies at the fullest, GOOD FOR HIM🗣️, the smut was surprisingly enough the lightest aspect of this chapter but it wasn't overshadowed or unnecessary at all, it really balanced the chapter out specially being in the middle of it (after finding out some big things but not before the confrontation at the end of this chapter), that was a great thing to do, you're amazing!

Second of all, I really pride myself onto catching what twist will happen in a story that I'm invested, but let me tell you something, I seriously did NOT see the guys being behind bunny moving in with them, Jungkook surprised me with being involved on her assault and knowing her for over a year, but the rest? Holy shit, I really wasn't expecting it at all, I'm so amazed with being hit by a twist like that, it was great!, and Jin knowing (AND BEING FRIENDS) with Bunny's assaulter? I was so mad like this can't be happening to her, but I trust that Jungkook is going to help see things clearly for everyone (He was such in a protective mood on this chapter I kinda fell in love a little lmao) for me he was the true star of this chapter, even if he's not the best with emotions or affection, he handled everything really good and was bunny's support throughout the entire chapter and it was sweet, we love a possessive, intimidating af but a softie on the inside man in this household ☺️💕

Jungyoon's audacity keeps surprising me to this day, smh should've just let Jungkook go Maddy Perez on his ass, but I'm so happy that bunny stood up for herself! My bb is growing and I can't be more excited about it, she's finally voicing out what she wants and I feel like a proud mother lol, I honestly thought I would be scared of the boys now but it's been non threatening yandere so far so we love to see it hehe

This chapter was amazing! Thank you sm for the double update, can't wait to see what happens after that dinner, love you💕💕💕

That chapter rlly gave no one a chance to breathe rip lol

Also thank you!!! I was so worried the car scene would be awkward just thrown in there so I'm glad its purpose came across and yess!!! Taehyung and Namjoon absolutely worship her and now they can openly admit how obsessed they are? Heaven for them tbh

Also eeeee I've never done a twist rlly let a longe a several in one chapter, so I'm so glad they are sticking the landing lmaoooo. Also yeah Jin just bringing over Mr. Woo was such a gut punch and when he finds out... OOF.

Omg yes Jungkook ate this chapter. He adores Bunny and 100% puts her before his urge to go insane on people. LMAO NOT MADDY PEREZ but no def if Bunny gave him the green light Jungyoon would go down like a sack of potatoes. But yes Bunny is finding her voice and ugh I love it!!!!

Also yeah the boys are scary but never to their darling and it's such a blast to write! Thank you for gushing about this chapter with me bb ily!!!

#ask

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gotchagirl · 4 years ago

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Accidental Confessions!

Mr. Love Queens Choice boys overhear your thoughts on them.

You're out for dinner with Anna, Kiki, Willow and Minor and they begin to grill you on your ideal man.

Minor starts it off with, “so, your single and not even looking for a guy. What's up with that?”

Kiki grabs your phone and starts scrolling through your contacts. All you have are Gavin, Victor Lucien, Minor and Kiro. Everyone else is female and they begin guessing who you like. When you hastily grab your phone from her you accidentally hit the dial and as you put it down on the table it happened to dial him....

Victor:

“Hello MC?”It's then he hears the sound of music and the voices of teasing.

“Come on MC i’ll bet you go for the tall handsome type am I right?” You turn bright red. “Oooo she is totally blushing. Who do you like?,”Kiki giggles

Victor looks at the phone in his hand and thinks about hanging up but he just has to hear your answer.

“I really do like someone but I could never do anything about it. We work together so it's unprofessional of me to think that way.”

Victor feels his ears heat up.

“Is it that sexy professor you have who consults on our show? “

“Nope, it's definitely not Lucien. He’s too sweet to be my type,” you sigh.

“Oh my GOD Kiro, is it kIRO HE TOTALLY HAS THE HOTS FOR YOU ALWAYS SENDING YOU SWEETS AND CUTE THINGS?’”Kiki is practically bouncing in her seat.

Victor is surprised to hear this and bothered by it as well.

He hears your laugh, “Nope, he’s older than me, not younger.”

Minor pipes up, “I know, It's your high school senior, the one and only Gavin who gave you that charm bracelet you never take off. I mean why else would you always wear jewelry unless it's from a guy you like.”

Victor is squeezing his phone now angry with himself for not thinking of jewelry as a gift. How could someone else beat him to it. He gave you a camel, who's the idiot now he thinks.

Your frowning, “No, listen guys, it's not Gavin either and the bracelet is for my safety not for love. It has a tracker in it so if I get taken by BS the STF can come get me. It's his job.”

Anna walks in. “What's up?”

“We are trying to guess MC’s crush…”Willow smiles.

Anna pipes up laughing “...and you didn’t guess on the first try? It is obviously Mr. tall dark and handsome himself. Only one man can make her jump through hoops and piss her off all at the same time while she hopelessly pines for him. Duh, it's Victor.”

Everyone goes quiet looking to you for confirmation and your bright red and not saying a word.

Minor pipes up “Wow look at how red she is!”

The girls all laugh,”So MC if you could have him all to yourself what would the first thing you'd want to do with him be?”

Victor smugly thinks she’ll want me to treat her to a date of course!

“I want to spoil him, I feel like he may be the boss and CEO but no one ever really gets close to him. I'd bake him a cake on his birthday or treat him to dinner. Or maybe just curl up on a couch and watch a movie together...you trail off.”

Victor is bright red now she is way too observant, as he goes to rub his face he accidentally hung up the call.

The next day he’d be asking you to go see a movie, just the two of you.

Kiro:

“Oh my God MC we all know you like older men…”Kiki teases.

You're shaking your head, “No guys I actually like someone closer to my age.”

Kiro is waiting with baited breath.

Willow riles you up with, “Officer Gavin take me now…”

Kiros heart drops, he’s met your officer Gavin and he knows just how manly he is compared to himself. He’s feeling pretty defeated.

You giggle, “Maybe for you Willow but sexy and blonde is more my speed. I am so in love with that sweet sweet voice and his deep ocean eyes, I just want to drown in him forever. The way he can shake his ass I want to grind that man on and off the dance floor. Kiro one hundred percent.”

Kiro had never heard you talk so dirty before he was on cloud 9.

“Ohhh spare some deets, We know you spent a whole week as his stand in manager, living together and all...so what happened?,” Minor pleaded.

You sigh wistfully, hand going to your new pendant. “We did kiss, but nothing else.”

EEEEE all the girls squeal and Kiro drops his phone in shock hanging up.

Tomorrow you get a surprise invite to a dessert shop from Kiro himself.

Lucien:

”Come on Kiro all the way,” yelled Kiki.

“No. I am not actually sure he actually knows my real name and we've known each other for months and he still calls me Ms. Chips.”

“Gavin because he was your highschool sweetheart right?,” pops Anna.

“God no he was so scary in school and he’s way too strict now. I need someone to treat me like a queen.”

Lucien smiled at that thinking he knew just how you wanted to be spoiled.

“Mr CEO himself could totally treat you right…”

Lucien thought he had this in the bag but he should not rule out Victor Li.

“Yeah,” said Anna, “He does give you lots of presents and takes you out all the time. Dinner’ movies and even Paris, so romantic.”

Lucien had no idea Victor was pursuing you romantically. It made his fist clench and his demeanor crack.

You scoffed at that, “He thinks i'm an idiot, not ever gonna happen.”

Kiki laughed, ”No guys, this girl likes to roleplay so who better than the illustrious Professor Lucien. I am sure he would play any games you asked him to MC.”

You gasped at Kiki’s blunt words, “Well…he will go comic shopping with me and take me to the most romantic getaways, he humors me all the time no matter how crazy or silly the request.”

“What?,” Minor protested, “He's such a dork…”

You sighed, “but he's so good at teasing and subtlety and drawing out a slow burn, I want to know how that translates to physical intimacy with him.”

Anna weighed in, “Teasing edging, maybe some kinky stuff…”

“Anna we are having dinner in public…”you chided.

“So,” Willow laughed. “If that's the case why don't you call him? See if he wants to play a little truth or dare? Maybe we can all go to your place after work. Ask him if he’ll play with us.”

Lucien abruptly hung up heart pounding a mile a minute waiting to see if you would call.

About an hour later you were knocking on his door. He let you drag him to your place knowing you were putty in his hands as he joined you all for your silly little games.

Gavin:

“This is a prank call isn’t it?,” Gavin stated and when no one answered he was about to hang up but he heard Minor.

”MC we all know your dying to jump Gavin's bones, you can’t even look at him without thinking something dirty,”

Gavin gasped, turning red himself, helplessly listening for your response.

Willow laughed, “Yup like the time you asked me if cops were allowed to take their handcuffs home.”

Gavin's eyes went to his handcuffs and then his bed post, swallowing hard.

Kiki piped in “How about the time he saved you at the Kiro concert and you came back in a stupor and all you said was you wished you had the courage to tell him to take you right there?”

Gavin's jaw dropped. He had no idea you were thinking something so indecent.

Anna piped in with her own goofy memory, “or the time she fell asleep at her desk and started moaning his name….Gavin, oh Gavin please.”

God he was both dying inside and jumping for joy that she really liked him.

Minor laughed “just jump his bones already so we don’t have to suffer with you two anymore.”

Gavin was thankful he wasn’t there in person; he was dying on the inside. What he wouldn’t give to bury himself in your sweet hot….

Your sweet voice cut off his train of thought, “Gavin's really sweet and such a gentleman and he is so innocent I feel like I would really break him or at least his view on me if he knew I wasn’t so pure. I could never have the conversation with him about kinky sex or say stuff like Hey Gav will you **ck me in the ass tonight.

Minor and Gavin choked at the same time and the girls giggled.

“Usually when they are super sweet like that it hides a very different interior. Like you, maybe you're misjudging him before you give yourself the chance.” Anna mused.

Minor smiled “MC he’s so hot for you he would do literally anything you asked. He is already putty in your hands.”

Gavin was ready to throttle Minor so he hung up and dialed his phone. “Hey Minor what are you up to, I just got off shift and need to grab some eats, wanna grab a bite?

Minor laughed, “You got great timing man. Meet me at the hot pot stop.”

“Sure ‘ll be right over,” Gavin grabbed his coat and ran out the door thinking he needed to drag Minor away from you ASAP before he gave you any more crazy ideas.

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HI! I LOVE THIS!

I started copying particularly good paragraphs to quote back to you, because I like doing that, but there's just soooo much awesomeness in here that I ran out of space in my clipboard!

So, here's the ones that I still have...

“You may call me Thomas you know,” He says smiling at his cat and waving to the animal. She blinks at him.

“Right, yeah, course, Mr. Thomas yeah,” Virgil says.

I love that.

The worst is he smiles in a way that makes it seem like he knows what he’s doing to Virgil, which is just rude. Except he’s not, Damien is insanely polite which does not help Virgil in the slightest.

EEEEE, they're so cute!

“Have a good rest of your day then. It was a pleasure meeting you,” And this smug bastard winks at him and closes the door behind him. Virgil lets Oogie fall to the floor, picks up the nearest pillow, and screams into it. At least he can do it with proper working lights.

Awww.

Thankfully, it’s not Damien on the other end. However, it’s another incredibly attractive guy with a wild smile and even wilder hair that makes Virgil tense up because how. This one wears a shirt with the sleeves ripped off to show how ripped their arms are, and again, white jeans, though this time, the jeans are not as white as they once were, evidence of the work that has been done in them.

“Afternoodle! I’m Remus. The Sander’s Man said something was wishy-washy with your dishy-washy?” His smile in untamed and Virgil stares at him dumbly trying to understand what the hell just came out of his mouth.

I am already in love.

Virgil watches from over the counter as Remus pulls out the racks and practically crawls his way into the dishwasher. Virgil decides it’s a good time to walk away so he doesn’t end up staring at Remus’s ass while he works. That’s not proper behavior for someone who is trying to help.

“Have a good rest of your day then!” He says and closes the door behind him. There was really no reason for him to flex as he said that but Virgil enjoyed it and no one else has to know.

Blatent flirt. Beautiful.

"You may hear some noises for a while as I'm up there, but fear not, I'll find the problem." He gives Virgil a wink and with ease, he finds a ledge on the building and hoists himself up. Virgil does not squeak. Certainly not cause he's scared that Roman will fall, and certainly not cause he rolls his shoulders and Virgil can see his body move and god damn it he’s so not straight.

Aww!

He grabs Oogie and plants his face in her fur. Too gay to function. He talks to her plainly about how unfair it is that pretty boys plague his life, only to find out he can absolutely be heard through the window by Roman asking in a muffled voice.

"You think I'm pretty?" Virgil screams and hides in his room, hearing Roman laugh through the wall. This is how he dies, he decides. This is even worse than the time Damien had to tell him his lights weren’t broken, he just didn’t know how to use them. This is so much worse.

Awww! That's cute!

“I think I’ve dug my own grave enough for today,” He says, further digging his own embarrassment grave. Roman gives another laugh.

lol, nice

“Enchanted to meet you pretty boy, have an amazing rest of your day.” And then Roman honest to goodness bows and drives off in the golf cart. Virgil closes his door softly and looks at Oogie who stares back from her perch on the counter.

He is so dramatic and I love him!

“I’m- I’m so sorry Mr. Sanders. It was an accident I swear.” He needs to apologize, cause if Mr. Sanders kicks him out, he’ll have to go hunting for places to live again, and who is going to take him with a cat who destroys things, and then because no one will take him, he’ll die on the streets and Oogie will eat his toes.

And this is why he's Anxiety! Well done!

There’s an awkward knock and Virgil pulls the door open. He’s not sure who in their right mind has sunglasses on this late, but at least this gorgeous person isn’t using them to hide their bright eyes. They give him a quirky smile.

HI! I'M LOVE

“You should totally come!” Emile beams at him and it does something gay to Virgil’s heart. Virgil glances at the two of them smiling at him.

that's cute

“Virgil!” Or maybe not. He looks to who called his name and though he’s happy Logan called for him so he doesn’t have to be alone, he’s lamenting the fact that not only is it Logan, he’s also with Patton, Damien, and Remy. Fuck. Virgil goes bug eyed, giving himself a pep talk, helped along by Oogie making a ‘mrrp’ noise in his ear, and walks to his doom.

Gay panic!

“Damien, if you don’t remember,” Damien holds out his hand. Virgil of course remembers embarrassing himself in front of freaking sleek attractive Damien, but he isn't about to say that. Virgil takes his hand to shake and Damien flips it to bring a kiss to the back of Virgil’s hand. Virgil’s jaw drops as Patton giggles helplessly.

Damien! So suave!

“Two trips are for the weak.” He and Remy tap their glasses together in a cheers.

“Yes and I’m sure dropping your groceries is also for the weak.” Logan chides and it does hit a little harder, but still Virgil taps his glass to Remy’s again in a cheers.

lol, nice.

This was about where I realized I was out of clipboard space, so I shall have to paraphrase my admiration.

The bit where the creativitwins showed up! "Is that pretty boy?" "It is pretty boy!" and them fighting over Virgil.

And then of course Logan calling Virgil by name, and Roman asking how he knows it, and Logan saying simply, "I asked." *chef kiss*

And oh? They're all lThomas's grandkids? Nice.

I hope that at the end of this, Virgil ends up with seven adoring boyfriends.

One of the Boys

Virgil is a new tenant to an apartment complex and his landlord seems real nice. He told Virgil that should he ever need anything fixed to just give a call. He managed to get over the anxiety of calling someone for help, now he needs to get over the gay panic he experiences every time his landlord sends ‘one of the boys’ over.

Pairing: Everyone has a crush on Virgil who is also gay for everyone.

Warnings: panic descriptions from talking over the phone/to new people. Possible second hand embarrassment, swearing

Prompt pic at the end.

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In all fairness, Virgil loves his new place. Way more than the old place he used to live at least. At least here the walls weren’t cracked and seemed sturdy enough that he wouldn’t be able to hear his neighbors through them. While he does his sweep of the place, writing down anything that might be wrong so the landlord can’t blame them on him, there’s barely anything broken or messed up. A clear step up from his old apartment.

“What you say Oogies?” Virgil nods to the black cat lounging on the cat tower after he’s finished his walk through. The cat stares at him, he stares back. They blink slowly at the same time and Virgil puffs out a breath. OogieBoogie wasn’t fond of the move. Complaining loudly at every jostle of the cat carrier. Virgil wanted to let her out but couldn’t until all his stuff was moved in for her safety. Seems like he’s forgiven.

“Come on lazy bones,” He finagles the cat out of the tower and she curls over his shoulders, paws dipping into the hood of his hoodie, and purrs. He smiles and scratches at her chin. For the most part she blends into the patterned fabric, her grey stripes the only thing that pop out, and even then only barely.

Virgil locks the apartment door, cat on his shoulders, and walk-through papers in hand. They walk their way around the complex and to the main office building. Virgil almost hesitates, thinking maybe he should go tomorrow morning at a better time, but OggieBoogie nuzzles his head encouragingly.

“Yeah okay,” He whispers to the animal, knowing she’s smug as he opens the door. It’s fluorescently bright. There’s no one at the front desk. Virgil takes two steps, and nearly backs out, when a friendly face pops out of one of the offices.

“Oh Virgil!” Virgil lets out a sigh of relief. He recognizes the elderly face

“Hey Mr Sanders,” He gives an awkward wave. The cheery man laughs.

“You may call me Thomas you know,” He says smiling at his cat and waving to the animal. She blinks at him.

“Right, yeah, course, Mr. Thomas yeah,” Virgil says. Thomas gives him a fond smile but doesn’t correct him. Thank god. Thomas helped him fill out lease papers when he first came to check out new apartments. Honestly a blessing as Virgil had no idea what he was doing. Bonus that Thomas professed the place to be queer friendly as well. Virgil hung up his rainbow flag in the window the moment he found it.

“Oh I brought the walk through papers back,” He hands them over and Thomas takes them happily.

“Everything good so far?” He asks. Virgil nods, nothing on there that he thought needed fixing, at least right away.

“Oh,” Thomas says softly. Virgil tenses and Oogie starts purring on his shoulder to comfort him.

“Are you having problems with the lights?” Thomas asks, very sincerely. Virgil shrugs a little and Oogie shifts to accommodate his motions.

“Not really, nothing serious,” He tries to play it off. Thomas pouts at his papers.

“Some of the plugs not screwed in properly, not working, a light out in the laundry area,” Thomas ‘tsks’ as he reads off Virgil’s writing. He perks up and offers Virgil a bright smile.

“No worries at all! I’ll send one of the boys over to fix it.” He offers Virgil a wink and riffles through his pockets. He pulls out his wallet and inside it a business card for the office that he promptly hands over.

“You ever need anything fixed, do not be afraid to call ya hear?” Virgil just nods, taking the card with him.

“Wait the boys?” He finds himself questioning. Thomas smiles again with a flippant wave of his hand.

“It’s the name of the contractor company I have hired here for the apartments. Someone should be over in about an hour to help you with the lights.” And with that Thomas is walking away to his own office, leaving Virgil to go back to his new home.

“Shit,” He mutters as he now realizes. Company coming over, and his new home is a mess. He walks quicker than he normally does to try and clean a little before ‘one of the boys’ makes it over. Oogie is not as impressed.

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