The Way I Am INVESTED Now Excuse Me As I Go Ready Pt2 ❤️

Face masks troubles

-When a friend calls and starts to make you laugh

- the coldness of it going on your face while it sets

- the pain of pulling it off

-how you can’t close your mouth for like a half an hour so you don’t mess it up

- when your nose itches.......

Ugh the struggles

Want this 😭

Waking up

~300 words, fluff, Giyuu x GN reader Masterlist

Giyuu was warm. His body was floating amongst fluffy clouds, everything fuzzy and diluted. He slowly became aware of his heartbeat, blood thrumming through his veins, air breathed in and out. 

He hadn’t dreamed today, his mind filing the thought as a positive one as he woke up at a tortoise’s pace.

“Mhmm.”

He registered warmth pressed against his right arm and the presence of another person at his side - his lover. 

Unbidden, a smile graced his lips, and he slowly turned onto his side to see you head on. 

He traced your features with his eyes, selfishly hoping you would wake up and gift him your attention. He felt like a scoundrel for wanting more, always greedy for every drop of your affection. Giyuu never deserved it though, he perhaps never would…

Yet that didn’t stop him from entangling himself into your life, stealing your heart for his own, imprinting himself onto and into your body - and he devoted himself to you in turn. If only in the mornings, the devotion was his way of life, prayers falling upon your ears, an unholy man worshiping something holy.

Goosebumps appeared on your skin, the minute movement of your body immediately alerting him to your discomfort. It was winter after all. 

Giyuu scooted closer and put his arm around you, adjusting the blanket. He buried his nose in your hair, which still smelled like the aromatic oil you put in after bath yesterday. For a minute, he just breathed you in. The warmth was intoxicating, it seeped into the marrow of his bones and filled him with contentment. 

He cherished you, he adored you ardently. 

At times, he wished he could stay in your embrace forever, forget the demons and the fighting and pain. You were his solace, his peace, his relief.

He breathed you in, and promised to himself to never let you go.

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The fact that this is so accurate is spooky 👀

catoru gojo proof

⌈ 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘩𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 

𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 ⌋

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : as a single parent, you struggle to play the role of mother and father for your son. However, you don’t have to stress for too long when the same pro hero your son adores comes to your rescue in the most unexpected way. 

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 : prohero!kirishima x singlemother!reader 

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚 : fluff ; angst ; agedup!kirishima ; mutual pining ; domestic!au ; your son is too precious for this world ; ren likes playing cupid ; kirishima is the man ; dad material kirishima ; husband material kirishima ; wife material reader 

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 :

𝟘𝟙 | 𝟘𝟚 | 𝟘𝟛 | 𝟘𝟜 | 𝟘𝟝 ✔︎

𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙨 :

⏤𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚'𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐰 

⏤𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤 

⏤𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐨 

⏤𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

⏤𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : you’re a normal hard working person that loves to bake sweets and treats. Upon finding success in your sweet selling business, you can finally move into a luxurious apartment, where you meet the daughter of an explosive prohero, who makes your life all the sweeter.

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 : proherosingledad!bakugou x nextdoorneighbour!reader 

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚 : fluff ; angst ; sweetmaker!reader ; bakugou is bad at feelings ; his daughter is so sassy ; but she’s also very sweet ; and has an incredibly big sweet tooth ; bakugou is doing his best to be a good dad ; you help balance him out ; mum material reader ; husband material bakugou ; wife material reader 

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 : 

𝟘𝟙 | 𝟘𝟚 | 𝟘𝟛 | 𝟘𝟜 | 𝟘𝟝 

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : after a one night stand with a beauty that effectively has his heart racing abnormally fast, Denki finds it impossible to keep you out of his thoughts for an entire year. When he finally makes the decision to find you, he’s shocked to see that you’ve grown more beautiful since the intimate night you two shared. However, what shocks him more is the little baby boy in your arms with familiar blonde hair and gold eyes. 

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 : prohero!kaminari x singlemother!reader 

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚 : fluff ; angst ; one night stands can be a good thing ; unknowingfather!kaminari ; you are a successful beauty ; you are a bit stubborn though ; kaminari is full of surprises ; dad material kaminari ; first words mean a lot ; husband material kaminari ; wife material reader 

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 : 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯…

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : even on his off days, Sero still acts like the great hero he is. And now that he’s a proud uncle of three, he happily helps return the most adorable looking twins he has ever seen back to their equally adorable mother, unknowing of the multiple future chance encounters that further intertwine their fates. 

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 : prohero!sero x singlemother!reader 

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚 : fluff ; angst ; prohero!sero ; singlemother!reader ; you are so hard working ; your twin babies are so mature ; twins adore sero ; sero has such a soft spot for your twins ; sero makes everything better ; sero is the best uncle ; dad material sero ; husband material sero ; wife material reader 

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 : 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯…

⌈𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴, 𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘬𝘶𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 (𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶, 𝘪𝘪𝘥𝘢, 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰) 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 - 𝘸𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴.   

𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴’ 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵

𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 ⌋

sticky notes | kuroo tetsurou

summary: normal roommates might communicate through text if their schedules don’t align right? well, not you and your roommate. how do you two communicate? sticky notes :) pairing: kuroo x fem!reader genre: pure fluff (srsly, rlly cute tooth aching fluff) you’re both in college; kuroo still plays volleyball for fun with his friends; y’all never see each other until now oop length: 6.2k words (lol whoops) a/n: i suck at summaries im sorry but this is just a really fluffy kuroo fic and pls enjoy!! it was fun writing this in bullet format and lmk if you like it!

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This has now made it to that secret note I have saved bcs ❤️it’s a fave😂

“Get ready with me to breakup with my fiancé-“

“BUUUUUULLSHIT YOU ARE!”

Immediately, as soon as your first words are uttered over the recording video, Rintaro’s booms down the hallway. You laugh and smack your hand on the counter, trying to keep it as quiet as you can as you hear him continue to yell.

“THE FUCK YOU THINK THIS IS? WE’RE LOCKED IN, WHAT THE FUCK!” Socked feet barrel down the hall and you’re quick to hide the camera behind a bottle of mouthwash. His body quickly comes into the frame, chest puffed out and hands on his hips. “You got something you want to tell me?”

You pull your lips down in thought before shaking your head, “no. I don’t think so. I didn’t even know you were home.”

“Oh!” He says dramatically, clapping his hands together. “So you’re just always talking about dumping me to your little Internet friends?”

“Only in my fantasies,” you hum, tossing your arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his cheek. He pouts, and you giggle and kiss him again, “but if I ever do decide to dump you, I promise you’ll be the first to know.”

This, has him blinking unamused at you. Then, his hands leap up to grab your cheeks, and he pulls you in for a loud, wet kiss, his lips pressing kisses over your laughing mouth, teeth, and lips. “Listen to me.”

“Rinnie!”

“No. Shush. Listen to me.” He pulls back and rests his head against yours, hands still squishing your cheeks. “I have shit out an engagement ring for you. I have your name tattooed on me. I got clawed to death by your rat fuck cat, and I have a shirt with your face on it that I wear when I go out. We’ve shared a toothbrush, you pinch my nipple when I’m showering, you text me and ask me if I’ve pooped, and I know damn well you take ugly pictures of me when I’m sleeping.”

“Your point?”

His nostrils flare, “you so much as THINK this relationship is ending, I’m going to tattle on you.”

“Oh, please-“

“To Komori.”

This, has you paling, and you nod softly and gently grab his shoulders, “no, okay, you’re right, you’re right baby, I’m sorry.” He nods as you press a kiss to his lips, “but in all seriousness-“

“Oh, I’m serious, too.”

You snicker, “in my seriousness, I’m never going to leave you.” You flash your engagement ring to the camera and purse your lips out, and he smiles down at you. “who else is going to poop out a ring, then lie to the salesman about why we’re returning it, and get me a new one, hmm?”

“Thankfully, I’m the only one who will.” He kisses your forehead, then looks at you with sad eyes. “We’re locked in?”

“Yeah baby,” you giggle, kissing his nose. “We’re locked in.”

Absolutely amazing piece of work 💅

She’s Gonna Save Me (Bridgerton: Benedict Bridgerton)

this is my first ever bridgerton fic! i’ve had such a writer’s block and post grad has been so difficult but listening to music and reading other writers’ works has me feeling inspired! so enjoy my first story in months and first of the new year :)

pairing: female reader (she/her) x Benedict Bridgerton reader x Colin Bridgerton (platonic!)

summary: Benedict contemplates a life pursuing art and living outside the expectations of his family and society. Does he find a wife and settle down or live freely? What happens when he meets someone who can offer him the best of both worlds?

notes/warnings: mention of nudity, alcohol consumption, activities that can be witnessed at Sir Granville’s scandalous studio saoirees…

word count: 2.4k

As the second eldest Bridgerton boy, Benedict never found himself extremely pressured by the standards and expectations of society. Those responsibilities were entrusted upon his brother, Anthony, the Viscount.

Benedict reserved himself to a more romantic life, preoccupied by his love and interest for art.

Attending every event of the season was merely a ploy to keep his mother happy and distracted from the fact that he had no true intention of courting any ladies.

He would drink, laugh, and dance the season away without ever calling on anyone.

Benedict believed that this season wouldn’t be any different.

******

When you first agreed to join your family friends across the Atlantic in London, you didn’t expect that you would be taking part in the ton’s social season.

As the youngest daughter, your brothers married with children and sisters off tending to their new husbands, your father didn’t feel the need to arrange a marriage for social or monetary gain.

Your family was well off in the states, your parents often described as ‘free spirits.’ They had always impressed upon you the importance of appreciating the beauty around you and romanticizing life.

With your mother’s passing, you decided to stay at home with your father, choosing to enjoy a quiet life in the country studying English literature.

Staying with Sir Henry Granville was beyond exciting and allowed you to interact and mingle with the more eclectic members of British society.

You had lasted all but a week before you were called upon by a Miss Lady Danbury.

She had stressed the importance of participating in the social season and the impending judgment of the ton and Queen if you did not participate.

While you never cared much for the opinion of others, you didn’t fancy the idea of being ogled every time you ventured into town.

******

“I heard she was rejected by every suitor.”

“She’s so ugly and unpleasant, a dowry wouldn’t even be worth it.”

“Apparently she’s slightly deformed.”

You couldn’t begin to believe the rumors circulating about you, the American.

You swore that the descriptions were ripped out of a storybook, describing some gremlin crawling from the depths of the earth.

Men and women alike had no problem spreading stories about the young lady joining them for the season.

Worst of all, none of them had even seen you yet. The modiste had made personal house calls, as requested by Lady Danbury.

Now you stood, in front of the carriage, at the first ball of the season, your debut.

You followed behind Sir Henry and Mary Granville, head held high and eyes straight forward as you waded through the ballroom towards Lady Danbury and the Queen.

You heard the whispers and felt the stares as you stood before the queen.

With one leg behind the other and your arms laid at your side, you gently bent your knee and curtsied before her.

She gave you a once over before bowing her head back, a silent approval.

Moving out of the way, you stood at the edge of the dance floor as Lady Danbury approached.

“Miss y/l/n, I do hope you don’t mind that I have taken the liberty of securing you a few gentlemen to fill out your dance card.”

“I expect nothing less from you, Lady Danbury” you smiled back, a teasing tone in your voice.

Your sarcasm and apprehension towards the season had not gone unnoticed by Lady Danbury.

She quite admired your wit and sharp mind, and more than anything, enjoyed the challenge.

******

You were now on your 4th dance of the night; your feet were hurting, and you wanted nothing more than to be curled up with a book.

Fortunately, your current dance partner was not completely awful and was actually quite charming.

Colin Bridgerton, you had met him in passing once before when Lady Danbury had brought you to his mother, Violet, and sister, Daphne.

 Apparently, Daphne had been named the Diamond of the season in her first season out on society and married a Duke. Her younger sister, Eloise, was preparing for her first season as well.

However, through your brief encounter with Eloise she did not seem as happy with the matter as her sister and mother were.

You had a feeling she would be a good person to befriend.

“Tell me about yourself Miss y/l/n” Colin inquired.

“Y/N,” you quickly corrected.

“Just Y/N is fine,” you smiled slightly.

“Well Y/N, how are you finding London and the beginning of the season?”

“London, well its quite beautiful. There is so much art, and history, and the architecture is amazing. Truly, I wouldn’t mind getting lost here. And well…this—” you paused, glancing around the ball at all the young women around you.

“May I be frank?” you asked, Colin’s eyebrows raising in surprise.

“Of course, Miss Y/N”

“I slightly detest all of this, my feet hurt, and I’ve been dancing for quite too long. Why would I want to marry someone I’ve met one time?”

Colin was slightly taken aback before grinning wildly.

“You remind me of my sister Eloise,” he stated.

“I’ll take that as a compliment, I quite liked her,” you grinned back.

As the dance ended you curtsied before Colin as he bowed before you.

“I hope you find the person you’re looking for Y/N, but I have a feeling you don’t need all of this to do so.”

You smiled widely and slightly nodded before following him off the dance floor.

“I’ll grab us a drink,” he said before walking away. Your eyes followed his back for a few seconds before scanning the room.

They quickly landed on two men whispering in the corner.

The slightly shorter one had massive sideburns and a quizzical look that seemed as if it must be permanently etched onto his face. The other man had a certain air about him.

Even from across the room his light-colored eyes had a shine in them.

Colin returned; you thanked him before looking to the corner again. This time the slightly taller one had caught your gaze and lifted his eyes to meet yours. You felt your face flush and quickly turned your head.

“Colin?”

“Yes?”

“Who are those two men in the corner?”

Colin looked up to see his brothers in the corner looking at him inquisitively.

“Oh, those two? You don’t want to be near the likes of them. Poorly mannered and when they were younger, they would wet the bed for years well beyond what was normal.”

You were following along for a while until that last part.

You gave Colin a quick look to see if he was being serious.

His mouth remained flat and tight-lipped for a few mere seconds before letting through a boisterous laugh.

“My apologies Y/N, those are my brothers.”

Your eyes widened at the confession.

“Your brothers?”

“Yes, lets introduce you,” he stated, beginning to pull you across the ballroom.

“Colin, No I—"

“Brothers, this is Miss y/l/n, Anthony, Benedict,” he pointed out.

You curtsied before both of them before speaking up.

“I told you, just Y/N is fine Colin.”

You weren’t sure what his brothers would say about your slight improperness. It was clear that the Bridgerton’s were a well-respected family in the ton.

You glanced at the eldest brother who you learned was named Anthony who gave you a curt nod before excusing himself to sneak off from an inquiring Lady Danbury.

You smiled at him before turning your gaze to the second eldest Bridgerton.

“Y/N here was telling me about her studies in the states. She is well-read and well-traveled.”

You rolled your eyes, playfully pushing Colin slightly.

“You flatter me, Colin. Unfortunately, I am not perfect. For example, I am about done with all of this and was just about to call a carriage.”

“Oh, but you must stay for one more dance Y/N. Poor Benedict here has not waltzed once.”

Benedict tried to sneakily hit his brother for his clear meddling.

“While that may be true, I do not need my younger brother imposing on such a lovely lady.” Benedict states.

“Nonsense, everyone must waltz at least once,” you laughed, pulling Benedict towards the center of the room.

His eyes widened at your forwardness as he shot Colin a disproving brotherly look, to which Colin gave him a grin and thumbs up.

As the music began you moved around the room with Benedict.

“So, Mr. Bridgerton, tell me what exactly it is you do.”

“Just Benedict is fine,” he stated, mirroring your words from earlier.

“Besides, aren’t I the one who should be questioning you about your skills?”

“That’s awfully backwards thinking, I hope you don’t get stuck that way” you replied sarcastically before being spun around.

When you returned facing Benedict, a knowing grin was stuck on his face. You were witty. He liked witty.

“I suppose that is fair. I’m an artist, well…I’m trying to be an artist. It’s a little complicated.”

You nodded understandingly, while the arts were enjoyed by many, it wasn’t exactly a noble pursuit, especially for you as a woman.

“You should come by Sir Granville’s studio, it’s quite…”

You couldn’t think of a proper word to describe the soirees Granville hosted. It was taboo and scandalous to most respectable members of society. However, if Benedict was an artist as he was claiming, he should fit right in.

“…inspiring,” you finished.

Benedict gave you an interesting look.

Little did you know, he had been to Granville’s studio, several times. He hadn’t been in a while since his family had just returned from Audrey Hall and the preparation for Eloise’s season had been quite hectic for his mother.

But you, picturing you at Granville’s studio was not something Benedict had imagined.

Women who were married or of low social standing was something else, but you, a young lady in her first official season stalking down the halls in such a disreputable manner. It didn’t fit the picture of the beautiful woman before him.

Benedict was quickly learning not to try and categorize you into one box.

“What do you know of Granville’s studio?” he asked seriously.

“Well, for one, I’m staying there. Two, I feel more comfortable among that community than here, if you understand what I mean…” you trail off.

Benedict gives you a small smile of understanding.

As the song ends Benedict lifted your hand to his mouth, kissing it gently before sightly lowering it back down, fingers brushing softly as he pulls away.

“Until next time Y/N”

“I look forward to it Benedict.”

******

Two months had passed since Lady Danbury’s first ball of the season. In that time you had befriended Eloise and Colin Bridgerton, often sitting in the parlor room of their home during the daytime, chatting the day away.

As such, you had also grown closer to Penelope Featherington who also came over often. You always considered yourself to be quite perceptive, so it was evidently clear that Penelope was fond of Colin. You thought about mentioning something, but it didn’t seem like your place.

Throughout your time at the Bridgerton’s household you had seen Benedict a handful of times. Unfortunately, your encounters were reduced to small greetings, stolen glances and light brushes as you walked past each other.

Until today.

You were sitting in the empty parlor room as Eloise ran to her room to fetch some ‘evidence’ and ‘clues’ about Lady Whistledown.

“Good Afternoon Y/N” Benedict greeted as he walked in, taking a quick look around the room to find the two of you alone.

“Afternoon Mr. Bridgerton,” you greeted back, a slight teasing tone to contrast your seemingly formality.

He gave you a knowing look before continuing.

“I hope I’m not being too forward, but I plan on attending Sir Granville’s tonight, I was wondering if I would see you there?”

You gave him a teasing smile before your face fell into a serious and hurt look.

“Mr. Bridgerton, I’m appalled, would a respectable young woman such as myself be caught there? Imagine the horror if the rest of the ton were to find out.”

He let out a loud laugh at your remark, in the short time that he had known you, you never failed to make him laugh.

“Yes Benedict, I’ll see you there,” you smiled.

“Good,” he replied.

******

That night you had a few drinks to help you take the edge off before guests started coming over. There was something about interacting with Benedict that made you nervous.

 You were walking around the art studio observing the nude model and the artists renditions when you felt someone lay their hand on your shoulder.

“OH! Oh my, Benedict, you scared me.”

“Sorry, love, didn’t mean to startle you.”

You continued walking around the circle, admiring the art around you.

“She’s stunning, is she not?” you questioned.

“She is,” he answered quickly.

However, when you turned to look at him his eyes were already trained on yours.

You smiled widely, walking out of the studio as Benedict followed like a lost puppy.

“Will I ever get to see your art?” you asked him.

He smiled sheepishly as his arm reached back to scratch the back of his neck.

“I certainly would let you, if there was any.”

“Practicing here for a few months and you still have nothing to show?” you teased.

Benedict gave you a look.

“I may have asked around about you,” you confessed.

“And?” he asks.

From what you have heard, both from his siblings and other people around you. Benedict was a kind and creative soul, with a great appreciation for the beauty around him.

“Your family and friends speak highly of you, that’s important.”

“What about you? What do you speak of me?”

“Besides being a tortured artist? I think highly of you.”

He nodded his head again, before responding.

“I think highly of you as well,” he whispered quietly, leaning down slightly so he was more at eye level.

You blamed the alcohol in your system for what you did next.

Yanking him down by his collar, you pulled him close and reached up until your lips were flush against his, pushing with all your might as if you would never kiss him again.

“Y/N—” he pulled away, his senses flooding back.

“This is…no, I’ve dishonored you I—”

“Oh hush Benedict, I do not care about those rules. I want you.”

He looked down at you, holding your face in his hands as he searched your eyes for confirmation.

Biting your lip and grinning up at him, Benedict couldn’t help but pull you back in, one hand syncing to your waist to pull you closer as his other hand rested on your cheek.

“You know this means we have to get married now?” Benedict teases.

“That means you presume I would say yes,” you teased back.

His smile grew impossibly bigger as he pulled you back in for a tender kiss.

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