#sophies drabble writings

[loveution]

hekster?

51. "I can't breathe" + Hekster (Stina/Sophie)

Stina exhales harshly through her mouth, staring at Dex and Biana in plain loathing. All their team-building exercises had crumbled without Sophie, because there they stood, on the opposite side of Stina again, drawing a clear line between them. And it wasn't even her fault this time!

No really, it wasn't. She had entered the room, ready and willing to try with them, not happy but not outright hostile. They clearly had no such qualms, the way they kept glancing at her and whispering to each other. Oh really, they were government officials now! This wasn't some petty little argument in the halls of foxfire. Forgive her for expecting some shred of maturity. Wylie, the one person who could be counted to not be a fucking twit the entire time, had been busy elsewhere. His father, Stina guessed.

Stina refused to admit it, but some part of her ached from this obvious snubbing. Did she not deserve even an explanation, or at least some base level of respect? No, apparently not, because Biana glanced back up again, and then diverted her gaze immediately when she found Stina's eyes locked onto her. Stina didn't look away, and watched them shift uncomfortably under her gaze. Let them. If they didn’t have the decency to talk to her, they didn’t deserve the comfort.

Just then, the doors flew open again, and Sophie re-entered. She had exited the room in a bit of a hurry, but when she entered, she was relaxed as she could be, even giving Stina a small smile that she couldn't help but return. Take that, she thought viciously towards Dex and Biana. Sophie moved to take the seat next to Stina, not even giving the chair next to Dex a glance, which Stina also had to force herself not to feel things over. Dex and Biana, surprisingly, didn't try to say anything to her, or include her in their whispering against Stina. She didn't know whether or not to feel comforted by that. On one hand, maybe Sophie didn't want to shittalk her, but on the other.. well, Biana and Dex were supposed to be her friends.

Almost unknowingly, she reached out for Sophie's hand under the table. She didn't realised what she'd done until Sophie's hand was already touching hers, and by then it was too late to pull away, because Sophie's touch was electrical and calming in equal parts. Her skin, jittery from all the staring that her dear teammates had been doing, settled, but another dance started up somewhere else inside her. Something less nerve-wracking, but more intense. Stina never wanted to stop feeling it.

"I, uh, can we talk?" Sophie asked, after the meeting was over, her hand regretfully no linger clasped between Stina's. Dex and Biana had left the room, so it was just them, and the place between them that they're hands had bridged for the past half an hour.

"I don't know, it's difficult for some people," Stina replied reflexively, flexing her hands to hide how badly she wanted to reach for Sophie's, before threading her fingers together and fixing her gaze on the girl before her.

Sophie's lipped quirked up in a small smile, now that she’d long stopped taking offence over anything Stina said. She licked her lips, raised her hands as if to go tug at her eyelashes, and then shook her head as if preparing for something. Frankly, it was almost entertaining to watch.

"I— would you— can I? I mean— if you even, like, like— not that I'm saying you can't, like, I do! Like I mean—" Sophie sputtered out for a few seconds, her face turning redder with every failed attempt to convey what she meant. Stina stared at her.

"Are you dying?" She asked flatly.

"What? No! I'm trying to ask you out," Sophie snapped, and then her eyes widened. "I mean— well I mean, that was what I meant, but ah." A choked breath escaped her, and she squeaked out a small laugh. Stina's brain struggled to catch up with what she said. Ask her out what? Sophie took in a strangled breath, but then the silence stretched on, and she coughed.

And then again. She scrabbled for Stina's arm, elbow planted on the table, and immediately Stina's brain kickstarted. Asked her out, as in on a date! Sophie had asked her on a date! Or well, tried to. Currently, she seemed to be struggling to even squeeze any words out.

"I can't breathe," Sophie wheezed out finally, and that's what finally got Stina to thump her back, clear whatever had gotten stuck in her throat. After a few thumps, Sophie took in a deep breath, and then a few more. Stina waited for her to speak.

"Well?" Sophie prompted, when she'd gotten enough breath to speak.

"Well, what?" Stina replied, because she's not above being a little shit.

"Willyougooutwithme?" Sophie said, too quickly to have properly pronounced any of the words, and too eager to care.

"I'm sorry?" Stina asked, tilting her head down to glance at her, having far too much fun to stop.

Sophie, red faced and adorable, took a deep breath and repeated her question one last time.

"That depends on where," Stina mused aloud. Give her a break okay, she just saved Sophie's life. Let her have some fun.

"I know you're only doing this to piss me off but I will literally show you up," Sophie threatened, her eyes glinting. Stina had to tear her gaze away.

"You can't, Foster, I just saved your life."

"Endangered it more like! If you had replied a bit quicker, I wouldn't have coughed at all!"

"Are you blaming me for your own poor health?"

"Absolutely, yes. In this instance. If you'd replied quickly enough, I would've at least not coughed out of surprise."

"What if I said no?"

"I wouldn't have coughed out of embarrassment. And I would've quit this stupid job."

"Dammit, I knew I should've said no!"

"Fuck off, you already said yes."

On they went, bickering and arguing, their hands entwined the entire time.

[benophieslove]

amor - a benophie drabble

Amor (ˈ𝘦𝘪𝘮ɔ𝘳) noun 1. the ancient Roman god of love; Cupid

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Or, Benedict's thoughts as he first lays eyes on Sophie at the masquerade.

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[dayas]

5 benophie 🥺

Why yes of course!

5. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

Spoilers for Bridgerton S4

Drabble Prompts

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Benedict Bridgerton didn’t consider himself to be the jealous type. After all, he had only ever been interested in one woman, and she had yet to show herself, or return to his life in any capacity. But now there was Sophie Baek, and despite her refusal to become his mistress, he still wanted her. Perhaps it was her refusal that made him want her more. He was used to being chased, and now the shoe was on the other foot. Though she shut down every attempt to pursue her, he was certain she was getting close to giving in.

At least, he had been certain, until he’d seen her with another man. Someone of her station, speaking to her at the back of the house. She laughed, and something in Benedict’s chest twisted. He hadn’t even realized he was glowering until Anthony approached, an amused grin on his face.

“What?” Benedict barked, before realizing his tone was much too harsh. He tried again, calmer.

“What?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look so angry, brother,” Anthony said. His eyes quickly swept over the scene, then lit with a light Benedict promptly decided he hated.

“Wait a minute,” Anthony said, “are you jealous?”

Benedict’s cheeks burned. He didn’t say a word. Anthony’s laughter was raucous, drawing the attention of Sophie and the man. Benedict elbowed his brother roughly, turning them both away.

“I have no idea why you’re laughing. You were insufferable before you married Kate.”

“But I did marry her, Ben. I’m not still watching her from afar, praying she’ll change her mind about me.”

To that Benedict scowled, crossing his arms angrily over his chest. Anthony sighed.

“Just tell her how you feel.”

“That’s rich, coming from you.”

Benedict sighed a moment later, relenting, “I’ll think about it.”

“Well, you’d better think fast,” Anthony warned, “lest Sophie decide she’s tired of waiting.”

[silverhallow]

Sophie and Benedict trying to file their taxes together for the first time.

Benedict stared at the mountain of receipts in his hands and then at Sophie, who was sitting at the kitchen table, already efficiently typing numbers into a spreadsheet. Her brow was slightly furrowed in concentration, her lips pursed as she made quick calculations in her head before entering them.

“I don’t suppose we could just… not do this?” he asked, dropping the pile in front of her with an innocent smile.

Sophie shot him a look. “No, we cannot just ‘not do this,’ Benedict. Do you want HMRC knocking on the door?”

“I mean… what are the odds?” He shrugged, leaning against the table, watching as she effortlessly sorted the receipts into categories.

She ignored him, pulling out a few crumpled pieces of paper and smoothing them out with quick, precise movements. “Why do you keep all of these in your pockets? This one literally has a coffee stain on it.”

“I’m an artist, love. Organisation is not exactly my strong suit.”

Sophie scoffed but didn’t argue. Instead, she continued her work, deftly typing numbers, flipping through statements, and cross-checking expenses with almost alarming efficiency. Benedict, rather than being intimidated, found himself completely captivated. The way her fingers danced over the keyboard, the way she barely hesitated before making a complex calculation—it was oddly mesmerizing. And, if he was honest, incredibly sexy.

“You’re disturbingly good at this,” he murmured, watching her with a lazy smile. “I think I might be in love with you all over again.”

She rolled her eyes but smirked. “Because I can do taxes?”

“Because you can do them well. And because I don’t have to.”

Sophie shook her head but didn’t argue.

Benedict, clearly not finished being a distraction, tapped a finger against his chin in mock thoughtfulness. “You know… technically, I could claim back some of the underwear I’ve bought you.”

Sophie froze mid-type and turned to give him a withering look. “What?”

“Well, I have photographed you in it before. That makes it a work expense, doesn’t it?”

Sophie groaned, rubbing her temples. “Benedict, shut up and let me concentrate.”

He chuckled, entirely unrepentant. “Fine, fine. But if I ever get audited, I’m bringing up that red lace set.”

Sophie threw a receipt at him. “Out.”

[sophiebaek]

Motion

The odds of meeting one specific person in your life is a 0.001 chance – out of all of the train routes and all of the cabins Sophie was in the same one as him.

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[freedomau]

Freedom AU Drabble #2

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Characters: The Marionette, Fredbear, Mike, Sophie Grant Word Count: 660

  The young man was fidgeting where he stood outside the nearly abandoned building. He'd swore he'd never return again, not after everything he and his father's old friend had tried to do in putting this all to an end. The awful memories this place held, even the company itself held, was almost too much for him to face again.   Not alone, that is.   But now he was standing on the curb, waiting for his invitees to arrive. They'd agreed to this a bit too easily, in his opinion. Sophie especially. While it was strange, sure, he chalked it up to her only having had experience being a night guard watching non-animatronics.   And that was also really strange to him. The fact those cursed robots were designed after actual... was "people" even the right term? They're not humans, they're monsters. The young man shook his head. No, not monsters... He quietly huffed. He forgot the word for their kind. But they were real, and alive, and breathing—with emotions, feelings, souls all their own, and some with real fur instead of artificial pelts.   His pre-existing bias and feelings towards the animatronics was still tainting his view of these people. They seemed nice. Sophie spoke very highly of them. But, there was still something that simply put him off. He sighed. He'd just have to give it time.   He checked the time on his watch again. Ten minutes to midnight. He began tapping his foot impatiently. He preferred to get inside the security office before midnight. A car finally pulled into the near empty lot, it's headlights shutting off as the driver pulled the keys from the ignition.   Three people got out—the driver being significantly shorter than her passengers. The taller passenger was stretching his neck a bit, while the shorter adjusted his grip of a cane. The young man couldn't help but shake his head a little. "Hey, Mike!"   "Sophie, you were almost late," Mike told her, as the three approached. He looked over to the two others. "Mare, thanks for coming. And, eh..." He turned his attention to the bear. "Gold, you too... but I'm not sure it was a good idea of you coming." Thanks to the overhead light over the building's entrance, Gold noticed Mike giving a quick glance to his cane. The bear's eyes narrowed. "If this place is as dangerous as your tellin' us, then let me say I can handle myself just fine."   "Right." Mike hummed. "So, uh, is that your uniform?" He asked, nodding to Sophie. "Yeah," She confirmed. "Alright... Well, I didn't know yours was blue." Sophie laughed a little, and replied with, "Maybe it's just a branch specific thing. That's probably why yours is purple, y'know?" Mike blinked. He looked down to himself, muttering something under his breath. Man, he really hadn't been thinking, had he? Sighing in exasperation, Mike pinched the bridge of his nose. "Something wrong?" The Marionette asked him. "No... Yes. It's just," Mike shook his head. "They tend to have more of a... reaction to the colour purple, and they..." The three of them exchanged looks with one another. Mike seemed to be strangely bothered by this. Taking just a second to consider his idea, Puppet shrugged off his dark coat—handing it over to Mike. The man looked at it. He then looked at Puppet. "Take it," The Marionette offered. Slowly, Mike took the offered jacket, and put it on, making sure to zip it up all the way. It fit him well, though was a little long on him. Not that it really mattered. "... Thanks." Fishing his key ring from his pocket, Mike continued with unlocking the building. "It's almost midnight," He reminded them—successfully opening the door. Pocketing his keys, Mike then took his flashlight off his belt. "We are going straight to the security office, and we don't leave until six AM, got it?" Sophie shrugged, nodding on everyone's behalf.

[moonstruck-writing]

Title: Human Pairing: Xavier Yeh | Loveboat in Taipei & Loveboat Reunion CWs: Xavier centric, implied Xavier x Sophie, University AU, takes place after Loveboat Reunion Rating: Teen Summary: What if Xavier went to University for Art? Word count: 492 A/N: I've almost finished reading Loveboat Reunion and I don't want it to end ;-; flufftober prompt: “What are you wearing?” “It’s laundry day!”

When Xavier closes the door of his room, he’s pressing his new sketchbook against a semi-crumpled shirt, the most formal one he brought to campus. He wanted the whole university experience, at least the first year. He didn’t want to stand out more than necessary, he wanted to blend in with the crowd. The private apartment would come next year, and Sophie could come hang out.

“Hey, Xavier.” Someone he shares a class with — probably painting or sculpting— waves at him from across the hallway. “What are you wearing?” 

He looks down at his silvery-lilac pants and the powder-white shirt like he doesn’t understand the question, when it’s obvious, it’s right there for them to see. Then something twitches in his gaze, like he’s seeing the outfit for the first time, like someone else chose it for him and dressed him. Like he forgot he owned something like it, and he looked fabulous in it. 

“It’s laundry day!” Xavier replies, and even if his tone is relaxed, the big goofy smile on his face as he looks back to his interlocutor manages to uplift his voice. 

It’s the fit Magic Mirror showed him, the one he ended wearing for that incredibly long night where so much changed. But at the same time, they are simply clothes too formal for him to enjoy wearing every single day. It has so much meaning that it’s heavy, although Xavier isn’t the type to want to preserve something out of fear that it will be worn down.  

“I thought you had a very special date today!” They give him a significant look, although Xavier cannot quite make out what it means. Do they know about Sophie? Is there anything he is forgetting? No, he isn’t that close with his classmates for them to know more about his private life than he does. “I see you like risking it with laundry.” 

“What can I say, I am not afraid of danger.” He shrugs, enjoying the little zap of connection that sharing a joke with someone gives him. “Maybe I’m just lazy.” 

The word tumbles from his lips faster than he can process it, and for a second a chill licks at his spine.  

“You mean you’re human? I’m barely feeding myself while keeping up with assignments.” They tilt their head back, making a face that contains all the exhaustion the past few weeks are packing. “See you.” With a small nod, they open their room door and disappear behind it. 

Human. The word bounces off Xavier’s mind, and for a few moments, he entertains the idea of colouring it. He has felt like he had to earn so much, like he was always subpar. The concept of his weakness, his flaws, proving that he’s human, seems rebellious to him. He licks his lower lip like he’s savouring this new realisation. He makes a mental note to talk to that classmate again. They may be onto something important. 

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[leveragedlibrarians]

OOPS I did it.

Disclaimer: I have never personally played paintball so this is all based on the general context i could find on google in under ten minutes. anyhoo blurb under the cut for anyone interested.

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“Team bonding” is a subject of much contention among the Leverage Corporation’s Boston branch. There had been many attempts to find something to bond over, and many -very many- banned activities. 

Monopoly, of course, is first on the unofficial list of activities banned from ‘team bonding’ night, for perhaps obvious reasons. It’s seconded closely by escape rooms, only partially because they were legally banned from most in the area after a particularly eventful Thursday afternoon. Unfortunately, besides various crimes, there just wasn’t much the group seemed to enjoy doing together. They’d tried painting classes, visiting the local zoo and science museum, even a book club; but no matter what there was always one person just too into the activity at hand and at least one who’d ruin it for everyone else. So, most weeks ‘bonding’ was as simple as flooding into Nate’s living room and eating Eliot’s fabulous cooking; a plan which, as delicious as the food always is, can get a little boring after a while. So, on occasion, they decide to shake it up and try something new. 

Why the hell Hardison would ever think it was a good idea to go paintballing with infamous hitter Eliot Spencer, the world may never know. In fact, the barely constrained grin that had spread across Eliot’s face when Hardison had suggested it should have been enough of a tip off to abandon the idea then and there. Unfortunately, Hardison was too busy selling his idea to the rest of the team to notice, and Eliot fell into a quiet stoicism as he talked, waiting… planning. Eventually everyone more or less comes around to the idea, and Hardison books a local field for later that week. 

“He hates guns!” Hardison would later shout in his own defense, a sorry explanation for what would eventually befall them, “He has made it very clear that he hates guns!” But that hatred didn’t dampen Eliot’s quiet precision as he examined the weapon provided by the Boston Paintball League, or ‘BPL’ for short. Hardison was the only member of the team to bring all his own equipment, boasting that it would give him some sort of advantage. The others rent their safety gear, guns, and ammunition from a very excited (and legally clean) group of college students near them. 

Nate and Hardison talk strategy as they head out into the park, leaves and twigs crunching underfoot. Sophie fiddles and fidgets with her goggles, looking nearly as uncomfortable as Parker, who frequently adjusts the heavy safety vest until it fits juuuust right. Eliot takes up the rear as he watches, thinking, calculating. 

He’s gone the second they hear the whistle announcing the beginning of the match. It’s almost creepy, the way he simply disappeared without so much as a sound. Parker vanishes close behind, leaving the others to disengage amongst themselves. 

He picks Sophie off first, perhaps as a mercy to his teammate who was clearly not enjoying herself. He hits her cleanly in the center of her chest, and she never even sees him until she’s splattered with dripping red paint. 

“Ow!” she shouts, vaguely muffled by the clunky helmet. “That hurt,” she crosses her arms, staring at the vaguely Eliot-shaped shadow behind a nearby tree. 

He just smiles behind the visor, and motions in the direction of the base camp before vanishing again. She groans as she makes her way off the field. 

Nate is next. Eliot finds him crouching behind a broken wall, aiming somewhere off to the east. Quick, clean, a spattering of blue paint marks Nate’s back. He just sighs, not even bothering to look back as he stands. “Good shot, Eliot.” 

Yes. It was a very good shot. 

Parker is by far the hardest of the team for him to track. Not impossible, of course, but so agile and silent that it takes him a good few minutes to spot her up in the branches, watching. The paintball that catches her shoulder is yellow, and she jumps at the loud “Squelch” it makes on impact. “Hey!” He can hear her shout down at him in the bushes. “No fair! I didn’t even get to shoot anyone yet!” 

Her protests fade into the background as he leaves in pursuit of the real target, Alec Hardison. 

He stands alone behind a fallen log, frantically scanning the foliage around him for any signs of movement. He’d already seen Sophie and Nate trudge past, arms raised in the signal of their defeat, already come to the conclusion that this may- in fact- have been a very bad idea. A branch breaks somewhere off to his right, and he whips around, pointing his gun in that direction. Nothing. 

He could practically feel Eliot’s eyes on him, sense the impending doom, as if he was covered in paint already. So why didn’t Eliot take the shot? Why wait so long, letting Hardison’s mind race and worry spike? The answer comes to him, as obvious as the sky is blue. Eliot is toying with him.

He checks his watch. They’d agreed to one hour of active combat, last player standing would be declared winner and allowed to choose dinner after. He’d heard Sophie’s shout around 5 minutes in, and seen Nate’s retreat at 10. Parker… well he couldn’t be sure where or if Parker was still hiding, but the numbers on his watch blink up at him that nearly half an hour had already passed. Only half an hour to go. 

Sweat drips down the back of his neck, shoulders rising and falling with every breath as he waits. And watches. He’s surrounded with only the sounds of birds chirping and the rustling of leaves, everything magnified by ten. As if he could hear his own heartbeat, feel each insect crawling around him. He’s so dialed into his surroundings, so focused on watching for any and every sign of Eliot Spencer that nothing else matters. He keeps his gun raised, finger on the trigger as he moves to the other side of the log, staying low to the ground to make him harder to hit. He scans for movement. He waits. A bird whistles on his left. A squirrel hops from one branch to another. A breeze kicks up the leaves on the trees around him, and-

“Hey Hardison,” a voice from directly behind him causes him to jump up from where he crouched, shouting loudly as his gun clatters to the ground. 

By the time his panic fades there’s already green paint dripping down his chest, and he can practically see Eliot’s smug grin through the dumb little helmet where he stands not 6 feet away from him. 

“I’m thinkin’ we should have italian.”

“Not funny, man,” Hardison attempts not to sound too much like he’s whining. “That’s not funny, you could’a given me a heart attack, I-”

Eliot just laughs, slinging the gun over his shoulder and heading back to base leisurely. “What’s that new place that just opened up called? Angelo’s?” 

The grin does not leave his face as they all remove their gear, nor as they turn in the supplies to the base camp, or even when they all silently pile into Lucille to drive back home. 

Not even when they unanimously vote to add paintball to the list of banned activities. Afterall, it was a spectacularly bad idea to challenge Eliot Spencer to a round of paintball.

We all know Eliot doesn't like guns, but he actually gets pretty excited when Hardison shows off his stigmata paintball gun.

He hates deadly force, but I firmly believe that's a man who won't hesitate to absolutely destroy you in a paintball or laser tag arena.

[scudslut]

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em | 21 | gemini

hi everyone! this is so long awaited (i’m legit so lazy) but finally i have a masterlist/about me!

╰─▸ my names emma, i’m obviously in love w daryl dixon/norman reedus. i love to write and make edits — u guys should totally follow my tiktok account @mrsemmadixon or otherwise known as scudslut;)

i met norman jdkskajajs at the nyc comic con 2023, he signed the back of my phone case, i’ll actually die on a fucking hill. yes, he’s just as godly in person.

in my day to day life i work with animals 10 hours a day, they are my main passion aside from writing and whatnot, so if i post a photo of a really cute dog i met, that’s why lmao.

i have 2 cats right now, my baby lily i got last year and sophie who i’ve had since i was a kid. typically we rescue all our animals!

i deal with extreme anxiety and depression from a major accident that happened in my life a few years ago (so if i don’t respond or have trouble posting sometimes… that’s why and i really hope everyone understands.)

I love, love, love music. I play the piano and guitar, probably not very good but who cares. some of my all time favorite artists are.. and here we go on a rampage... deftones, cigsaftersex, wheezer, nirvana, mac, frank, lana, djo, catpower, the vines, dinosaur jr, labi siffre, the kills, tom odell, strokes, velvet underground, kendrick, norah jones, red hot chilies, the smiths, billy idol, the cure, no vacation, mazzy star, fleetwood, empire of the sun, pinegrove, otis redding, neil young, etta james, summer walker, motley crue, guns'n'roses, foo fighters, biggie, shady, nelly, jay-z, $uici$ide boys, gucci... and so much more, my music taste is actually bipolar.

on that note, i actually have a playlist for daryl + norman (music he reposts/i think he’d like) lmk if u want me so share them.

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my parents are both extreme alcoholics, so i suffer from a multitude of childhood traumas as well as current ones. we love it here!:) but id like to think i relate to daryl in some sense, if its the only comfort i get from it.

i could live off of pasta, watermelon and coffee alone

i spend my time either at my job, reading, writing, editing or spending time with some close friends.

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[cuppasunu]

» DEOBI DAY SPECIAL REQUEST DELIVERY »

to: sophie @carrotsworld

req: hyunjae x reader | soft spot by keshi

summary: maybe love is sweeter the second time around

genre: when life give you tangerines au | fluff, established relationship, inspired by the kdrama!

warnings: none

wc: 1.5k words

an: as sophie and i fangirled over imagining hyunjae as chungseob from when life give you tangerines thus this request was born :) i could not deal with the sweetness while writing this my goodness when will it be my turn :( by the way, you don't need to know the drama to enjoy the drabble <3

stars: @carrotsworld @winterchimez @honeybeehorizon @sknyuz @bbangbies @from-izzy @jaehunnyy | taglist

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hyunjae only sleeps over the night before your days off that he became synonymous with slow mornings and sleeping in.

deep breath, in and out. you tried matching your breathing but end up falling back to sleep at the comfort of his light snoring. though, you’ve given up insisting he does, hyunjae continues to insist he does not.

you think it’s cute. after all, it’s not his fault that you’re a light sleeper.

now, you’re wide awake after the sun has fully risen, squeezing his arm laid across your waist and looking over to see if he was awake. nothing compares to waking up and staring at his cute, peaceful face.

“please don’t wake up…” you whispered silently as you shifted your body to face him.

hyunjae stayed deep in slumber—exhausted from waiting outside your office late last night. knowing him, he was probably stuck inside his studio planning his next painting or preparing for his classes at the academy next week, patiently waiting for you.

he’s not one to make you feel guilty about getting off work at some ungodly hour, in fact, you don’t remember ever walking home alone when he’s around ever since you met him.

even before you were together. before you even knew he was the one.

your fingers trail over his forearm, gently lifting and twisting it to make his palms face the ceiling. a smile crept in his lips, one that you fail to see. hyunjae stayed silent. he wouldn’t dare ask for more hours to sleep if it meant waking up to your touch.

“how does paint even get here?” you asked, staring at the spot he missed just above his elbow.

turning your eyes to his shirt, you see old stains have become one with the fabric. seeing them reminded you of the time hyunjae finally learned to separate his painting and regular clothes when doing his laundry after accidentally ruining a brand new button-up shirt you bought him as a gift.

your hand moves to trace the unrecognizable shapes of paint on his shirt, feeling up his chest. you can sense his breathing change, now erratic and fast compared to his constant and slow ones earlier.

when your movement comes to a halt, hyunjae knew he was caught pretending to be asleep.

“sir- your eyes may be closed but you can’t hide that smirk from me,” you called him out, sitting up to taunt him.

“excuse me, you’re the one feeling up a sleeping man-” hyunjae bolted up, mirroring your defense.

“-i barely touched you and you’re still very much clothed..” you winked at him, aware of how your charms wielded power over the man.

hyunjae moved his arm and clutched your hand, the one hovering over his chest, and acts like he had been shot in the heart. he opened one eye to sneak a glance at your reaction, pleased to see you giggling. it was proof that his silliness somehow always works on you even in the early mornings.

he lays back in bed, gently pulling you in, still holding your hand close. he opens your palm and rests it on his cheek.

“i’m sorry we had to miss that reservation. i really couldn’t get out of that meeting…” you frowned.

“yes, you already told me over the phone. something about an important investor-”

“i told you not to wait for me,” you pouted, melting at how tired his eyes looked in the sunlight, “i know you’ll be waiting here anyway- why didn’t you just nap after leaving the studio.”

“i wasn’t sure it was going to rain. ‘had to make sure you didn’t walk alone,” hyunjae smiled into your hand.

when he saw your guilt was written all over your face, hyunjae opened his eyes, wider this time. you tried to avoid his stare but before you moved your face, he reached over to hold you, just firm enough to tell you not to look away.

“still, i’m sorry.”

blushing, you knew exactly what he’s about to say—having gone through this exact conversation every time you apologized.

“i know, but i wanted to wait.”

i wanted to wait.

of course, he did. no one could compare to hyunjae when it comes to waiting.

hyunjae, the one who spent years admiring you from afar, with stirred emotions and intrigue shown in the most subtle ways while your gaze never left the man you thought you were going to marry.

sometimes, when you’re reminded of those years, you suddenly grow quiet in the middle of the conversation.

he waited so patiently that the loss of time continues to haunt you, even if you’re in his arms now. hyunjae watches as your expression shifts, ever so slightly, wondering what was running on your mind.

you nodded, snuggling further into the crook of his neck. your breath tickled his skin as he deepened the embrace, a gesture so fluid, reminiscent of two perfectly matching puzzle pieces.

i love the way you smell, you thought.

hyunjae rubs your back and laughs at the same time, amused by the way you did not care if he realized you were inhaling his scent. he didn’t want to make it awkward by asking what you were thinking about. it didn’t stop him from being curious anyway.

“did you…ever regret waiting for that long?” your voice was muffled, but hyunjae heard you loud and clear.

you waited for a couple seconds before breaking away to look at him in the eyes. when he finally caught your gaze, he silently relays his message through that longing stare. at that exact moment, he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the thought of your concern.

hyunjae never regretted waiting for you for as long as he did.

“we could turn back time and i promise you, i would do it all over again,” he smiled then kissed you on the forehead.

“even run for a few more bus stops?”

“i mean, i did it twice,” he chuckled.

you playfully punched his chest, trying to mask your embarrassment, “i still can’t believe that...”

“that i ran after your bus?” he tilted his head.

“-that you were still thinking of me after all those years.”

when hyunjae disappeared leaving you with nothing but a few memories and a single portrait hidden behind a curtain, you were left with a void you couldn’t justify.

still determined to make a laborious union work against all odds, you were sad most of the time. looking back, you stopped checking if it was solely because of your failed engagement, scared to admit that, sometimes, your mind drifted to that shy, quiet, and cold artist whenever you walked that alley back home.

it would be hard to explain that once in a while, when you’re scanning each face in a sea of people in a large crowd, a tiny piece of your heart wishes hyunjae would be one of them.

as time passed, that tiny piece grew slowly, steadily, quietly.

you were beyond grateful to have met hyunjae again at the time that you did. healed from your deep rooted wounds with regained strength to keep going.

you had a clearer picture of what you wanted in other aspects of your life beyond love, now having the confidence to run for your dreams knowing you could be held back from that chance if you had chosen otherwise.

but, a voice inside your head loves to spoil the fun, wanting to ask hyunjae if he were given a chance, would he have fought for you sooner.

“well, of course i could spend forever wishing i had run to you sooner- to be with you sooner. but every time i think about those years, i realized i needed to wait as much as you did. you had to close a long important chapter of your life, and i… i had to prepare before i was ready to open mine.”

“prepare? what do you mean?”

“before you, i had no direction in life. you met me when i believed relationships and marriage was just the natural next step to a man’s life. i settled with a job out of necessity, put up with something i wasn’t happy with instead of improving myself. i lived one day after another, thinking there was no point thinking about the future if it wasn’t guaranteed to come.”

hyunjae now looks at those versions of himself with a certain tinge of fondness. although they were from a period of his life he didn’t wish to revisit, they were important nonetheless.

“but y/n- you were just a burst of energy i didn’t see coming. you’re intelligent, driven, hilarious, beautiful, ambitious. you were unstoppable. you’re still unstoppable. i realized pretty quickly that if i couldn’t consider myself worthy enough to pursue someone as wonderful as you, i don’t even deserve to try.”

now, his growth from a cold and curt pessimist to a brighter, more passionate version of himself was a display of every good thing that came into his life—qualities he was convinced were brought out by you.

you kissed him, eternally convinced choosing him was the best decision you’ve ever made.

“then, i’ll wait until you believe that you’ve done more than enough.”

[silverhallow]

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Cutest fluffiest thing ever

Benophie Drabble - Bridgerton Brothers AU

Surveying the room around him, Benedict smiled to himself as he watched his nieces and nephews keeping Simon, Daphne, Anthony, and Kate on their toes; Colin cuddling into Penelope all the while she laughed and chatted with Eloise; his parents lost in their own little world as they rocked back and forth dancing to the music. It was a far less raucous after-party than the ones they used to have during their early years of touring but now they were all that much older and more settled (and honestly far more easy to wear out), celebrating another sold-out concert with just their loved ones was much more preferable.

There was just one notable absence for Benedict to feel particularly dispirited; his wife.

For the last twelve weeks Sophie had been on her own solo tour across the UK playing sold-out theatre shows, enchanting audiences with her mesmerising violin concertos and pop covers. Much to Benedict's dismay he had yet to be able to attend any of her shows as her tour coincided with the Bridgerton Brothers international one, otherwise he'd be attending every last one of her concerts as he had done with all of her previous tours. He had desperately tried to find any opportunity to be able to jet back to see her, but unfortunately both of their schedules were so jam-packed that there'd barely be enough time to even kiss her before he would have to fly back out for his next concert. Sophie had tried in vain as well to find any openings in her diary in order to see him but they both reluctantly accepted that they had no other options but to endure the separation apart.

At the very least it definitely made the heart grow fonder as with every new day he missed her more and more. Sure they still called and texted and video-chatted constantly but Benedict was keening to be able to see her in the flesh once more, to hold her in his arms and to kiss her and just be in her physical presence. For now however he'd have to endure just another twelve hours before they flew from Dublin to London to be reunited with Sophie once more.

Except, as Benedict looked around at all the loved-up couples; his mum and dad, Simon and Daphne, Kate and Anthony, and Colin and Penelope; he realised he couldn't actually handle waiting just twelve more hours - he wanted to be back with his wife right that very second.

Now that their Dublin concert was over and done with and knowing that Sophie's concert in Reading that night would have finished, Benedict couldn't help but feel that now was as good a time as any to simply hop on the next flight home and be with Sophie at long last.

He quickly got his phone out, putting all of his energy into manifesting a miracle last-minute flight being available to London as he googled flights out of Dublin airport that night - and his eyes lit up as soon as he saw that such a flight was in fact going to depart within the next hour.

Jumping to his feet, he marched straight over to Daphne to run his plan of action past her; after all, she was in charge of the band's itinerary. As soon as he mentioned just how desperate he was to see Sophie again, Daphne assured him to leave everything with her. She'd book his flight and cancel his seat on the one the following morning so long as he left immediately. He pecked his sister on the cheek, thanking her profusely before legging it out the room.

In just under two hours he was opening the front door to the home he shared with Sophie, making sure to be as quiet as possible as he made his way up the stairs and into their bedroom. As soon as he caught sight of his wife sleeping peacefully in the bed they shared his heart swelled up and the feeling of homecoming washed over him.

Typically after any flight the first thing he'd do is have a quick shower but after twelve long weeks apart from Sophie, there was nothing he wanted to do more than slip under the covers and simply hold her. After ridding himself of every garment but his pants he got into bed as carefully as he could, doing everything he could not to disturb her sleep. Rather adorably she was cuddling a pillow - one of his pillows - as well as wearing one of his old sweatshirts and Benedict couldn't help smiling, elated in the knowledge that Sophie had been missing him as much as he had missed her. He gently wrapped his arms around her, spooning her (and the pillow), and buried his head into her curly tresses.

At long last he was back where he belonged; home.

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Sophie was exhausted by the time she got in that evening and had only just remembered to give a wave of thanks over her shoulder to her driver before she entered her home. Normally at this time she would be buzzing with post-concert energy but as of late once she had finished a show she was desperate to climb into bed and fall asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

It also didn't help that she was missing her husband dreadfully and had spent the last twelve weeks yearning to be reunited with him in person once more. While his absence had only made her heart fonder of him, she was relieved that come midday the following day he would be home at last. Finally she'd be able to embrace him, to kiss him, to talk and laugh in person, to just be with him - and the quicker she got herself to bed and fell asleep, the sooner she'd be expecting him by the time she woke up.

As she had done since they had been apart, she dressed for bed in an old sweatshirt of his, one she had adopted from Benedict long ago but it still smelled like him and made her feel closer to him despite the distance they had endurd for the past twelve weeks. Then once she was under the covers she grabbed a hold of one of the pillows from Benedict's side of the bed and cuddled into it, treasuring the feel of it against her as her husband's stand-in; and as soon as she was comfortable and had closed her eyes, she fell straight to sleep.

While sleeping soundly her brain flashed up images of her husband, memories of him flopping down on the sofa she was sat on and resting his head in her lap, how he'd always ensure he pointed to her in the crowd whenever she attended his concerts, the way she'd always find his eyes at her concerts and how he beamed proudly back at her, how safe and protected she felt being held in his arms and how she could practically feel his warm breath against the back of her neck as he buried his head in amongst her curls and his hands came to rest on the pillow she was cuddling as he spooned her...

In fact, it almost felt too real to just be a dream.

Sophie's eyes gently opened as her conscious lazily stirred awake and she observed the darkness of the bedroom and the stillness of the night - and then after several seconds it finally registered that there was a warm body cuddling her, the feeling of which was so familiar she knew instantaneously it was her husband.

"Ben?" she rasped, her voice thick with sleep.

"Hey." he breathed back against her neck and squeezed her gently in greeting.

"What are you doing here?" she blearily asked, not having expected him home for roughly another twelve hours, and attempted to turn in his hold.

"Couldn't bear to be away from you a second longer." he answered but prevented her from twisting round to face him. "Sleep, my love. We'll have all the time tomorrow." he assured her gently, pressing a kiss against her back, and snuggling into her.

And though Sophie could have blissfully drifted off back to sleep in that moment, before she could succumb to slumber once more her brain kicked into gear and she excitedly remembered a very particular reason why she had been more desperate than ever before to see her husband. Without a second to lose Sophie leaned over to switch on the bedside lamp and shuffled herself to sit up.

"Soph." Benedict groaned, squeezing his already shut eyes even tighter from the sudden burst of light. "There's no need-"

"Oh Ben." she sighed affectionately as she got her first proper look at her husband in the flesh for the first time in twelve weeks, and she leaned down to kiss him tenderly on the lips.

In spite of his disgruntled exhaustion, Benedict was sufficiently woken up by his wife's lips against his as he kissed back without hesitation. He managed to crack open his eyes when she pulled away to gaze at her adoringly, a soft lazy smile curving his lips as he reached out to pull her back in.

"I've got something to tell you." she said as she intertwined her hands with the ones that were trying to drag her into a cuddle.

"Oh, can't it wait?" Benedict grumbled. "The whole point of sneaking in was so I didn't disturb you."

"And that was very thoughtful of you - but this can't wait." she told him; after all, Sophie had been impatiently waiting for the last six weeks to tell him this and there was no way in hell she was going to keep it to herself for a second longer.

"What is it?" Benedict relented with a laborious sigh and reluctantly pulled himself up to lean against the headboard.

Sophie twisted around, opening the drawer of her bedside table, and presented him with a gift box. He raised an intrigued eyebrow, having been under the impression she was about to tell him something but after receiving a nod of encouragement from her he accepted the gift and opened the lid.

As Sophie watched on eagerly, he pulled back the tissue paper to reveal a baby onesie with the words Daddy's #1 Fan emblazoned on it. Benedict stared at it for a few seconds, his brain being affected by tiredness and delaying his reaction when suddenly it clicked and he shot his head up to meet Sophie's sparkling gaze.

"You're pregnant?" he swallowed and she nodded in confirmation. "We're having a baby?"

"We're having a baby, Ben." she answered gleefully and in a flash she was swept up into his arms.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" he chanted into the crook of her neck as he clutched her to him. "Sophie." he choked out and kissed her neck. "Oh god, Sophie I'm so happy. I'm so so happy. I love you, I love you so much." he teared up and punctuated his joy with kisses up the column of her neck until his lips were on hers.

"I love you too." she laughed shakily, blissfully overjoyed with his ecstatic reaction.

"How far along?" he asked.

"Well that flying visit twelve weeks back did the trick." she answered and Benedict's face lit up in amazement.

Having children was always on the cards for them and they had planned to start trying for a baby once Benedict was home from touring, however they had certainly made the most of Sophie's one night in the US to get ahead of their baby-making plans.

"I can't believe it." Benedict beamed. "How long have you known?"

"Six weeks." Sophie exhaled and brought a hand through his hair. "I've been dying to tell you but I wanted to tell you in person instead of over the phone or through a screen. I hope that's okay-"

Benedict cut her off with a searing kiss, an automatic assurance that her decision to hold off from telling him until they were face to face was very much appreciated.

"Of course that's okay." he verbally iterated when he managed to pull himself away from kissing her. "If you had told me over the phone I'd have left the tour without a word of notice to fly home immediately just so I could hug and kiss you. Nothing else would have mattered to me than seeing you and celebrating the baby we've made."

"I guess it's a relief I waited then, for the sake of the fans."

"And for my sake as well, to avoid Daphne throttling me for abandoning the band in the middle of a sold-out tour." he (somewhat) joked.

"Oh well we couldn't have that then, could we?" Sophie giggled and kissed him.

Benedict kissed back, wrapping his arms around his wife and cherishing this very moment for all the joy it brought to his heart. "I love you, Soph." he professed once more against her lips. "I didn't think I could be any happier coming home to you and yet you never cease to amaze me."

He continued to express his overwhelming joy by peppering her with kisses until his lips were sore and he rested his head against hers, professing his unconditional love for her and their baby before they both acknowledged just how spent they were and sunk back down under the covers to rest. Sophie turned over so he could hold her back against his chest and then he rested his hands over her abdomen where he could feel the smallest hint of a bump. With the biggest smile on his face, Benedict pressed one last kiss against Sophie's shoulder, professed his love for her yet again and settled comfortably into the embrace before dreaming the sweetest dreams of the joy-filled future that lay ahead of them.

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[silverhallow]

Say you’ll remember me

pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett

summary: a drabble for nothing and no real reason it’s more of a summary of a possible story than an actual story if that makes sense…

warnings: none

word count: 600 words

author's note: this isn’t my best work but it’s something my muse was playing with so I’m sharing

'Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.'

Their shared love for Shakespeare, literature, and art initially brought them together, evolving their friendship into a passionate romance marked by stolen kisses and secret rendezvous. What began as an inseparable bond now faced an impending separation, fueled by circumstances beyond their control.

Sophie and Benedict, once the closest of friends turned lovers, found themselves at a crossroads. Sophie's grandfather's passing in America led to a cascade of events, with Richard, her father, compelled to handle the estate. At just 16, Sophie had to accompany him, leaving behind her stepmother but at the cost of parting ways with Benedict.

While Sophie secured acceptance and scholarships at American colleges, but Benedict, with his artistic talents, chose not to follow. He believed she would stay if she got into a school in England. Communication broke down, so as the departure date loomed, they faced the reality of their separation.

Richard had everything organised, and the night before their departure became their last chance to create enduring memories. Benedict, yearning for escape, suggested leaving town and evading the city's constraints. However, the impracticality of such a plan became apparent, as neither could drive, and the forces pulling them apart seemed insurmountable.

As they approached the inevitable parting, neither fought hard to defy destiny. They understood that youth was fleeting, and although destiny and fate might still shape their narrative, they resigned themselves to the transient nature of their connection. Benedict knew that nothing lasts forever and after Sophie's departure, these memories would be the ones that would follow him around.

"Say you’ll remember me," she murmured as the sun began its ascent, the night spent together fading with the dawn. Her lips bore the stain of their kisses, and her rosy cheeks bore witness to the shared experiences that would linger in their minds forever.

In that one evening, they wove the tapestry of first love, first heartbreak, and first times—all condensed into a night that would become a cornerstone of their lives.

"say you'll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset," she whispered once more, feeling the embrace of his arms around her, both reluctant to release the other.

"I will, I'll always remember you," he vowed, sensing deep within that no one could compare to her. He hoped fate had a plan, a day when their paths would cross again.

"Promise me, you'll see me again, even if it's just in your wildest dreams," Sophie pleaded, craving something to anchor herself to.

"We will meet again, someday. The memories of tonight will reunite us, guiding us back to where we belong," he declared solemnly as the sun completed its final arc over the horizon, signalling the arrival of a new day.

"Say you'll remember me," they whispered as they parted, a solemn oath etched in their hearts.

Little did they know, ten years later, Sophie would find herself gazing at a painting capturing this very moment—a girl in a beautiful dress, staring at a sunset, titled "I'll Always Remember You."

As the words “I told you I’d remember you…” rang through her ears and her heart

Finally, her wildest dreams would transform into reality.

[misayani]

ABOUT ME

im misa — born in 04, she / her, for the girls. writes for funsies but requests are always appreciated, they are just being filled slowly. made with love.

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𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

Rough day (Leona, Jade, Floyd, Malleus, Lilia)

How they help you to study (dorm leaders)

Traveling (by plane) with them (Vil, Ruggie, Divus)

𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐥

The warmth of winter (It’s winter vacation and you and your partner are enjoying a quiet morning before having to return to work. 1.5k words)

𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚

Melancholy (Prisoner of a castle and a love that has become your golden cage | 2.0k)

𐙚𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫꒱

𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

Celebrate new year's eve with them; Leorio, Hisoka, Chrollo, Pakunoda, Meruem (Hc)

𐙚𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐚꒱

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬

Love you (It was cold outside. Your husband had gone out, and you were quietly waiting for his return. | 2.3k words)

𐙚𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐫꒱

𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐬

Unseen (Hc)

𐙚𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐫꒱

𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

Cute and affectionate s/o (Baki Hanma and Jack Hanma) (Hc)

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜

General headcanon

𐙚𝐆𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢꒱

𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐥

Howl as a father figure (Hc)

𝐒𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞

Sophie as a mother figure (Hc)

𐙚𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬꒱

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

I decided to write this in a choice-based format. The first link serves as the foundation of the story, while the four upcoming links below represent different possible paths.

The final decision is yours (Life was like a long and quiet river, until that fateful day. How could you have known that this chain of decisions would lead to such a tragedy? | 5.9k words )

1st path:The Mute 2nd path : The liberated one (coming soon) 3rd path: The doll (coming soon) 4th path : The happy fool (coming soon)

Endless (Hc)

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝

Yandere husband who lives for you

So that you smile (Hc with a short drabble)

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫

Yandere lawyer and unlucky reader

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Thanks for playing the prompt game!

You guys literally sent 50+ prompts - absolutely wild! I could only get to a fraction of them last night and this morning, but I'm keeping the rest to work through whenever I'm in the mood to write a drabble, so there's a good chance yours will still be written! I hope you liked the ones I was able to fill.

Here are some prompts that I thought were great, but I just probably won’t have ideas for/I don’t have the knowledge to do them justice. So anyone who likes them is free to take them! Just lmk and I’ll remove that one from the list. (Alternately, if you know of an existing fic that fits the prompt well, please shout it out in the comments!)

Kate & Anthony are together but are both lawyers and opposing counsel in an acrimonious court case - either DA vs criminal lawyer or family law or pick your favorite court trope. (Fic rec - he looked up grinning like the devil)

The first time Kate brings down a 14 pt stag while on a hunt with ABC and Simon (they are scared, respectfully)

Kate is a professional Game Master Sophie hired to host a tabletop role playing game Benedict's been wanting to play. Anthony begrudgingly participates since it's Ben's birthday.

I also love a protective Kate, esp. against the Bridgerton family and their tendency to push their luck with Anthony

Your Kanthony interpretation of TSwift The Story of Us (TV) (Now, I'm standin' alone in a crowded room/And we're not speakin'/And I'm dyin' to know/Is it killin' you like it's killin' me? Yeah/And I don't know what to say since the twist of fate/When it all broke down/And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now)

Kate is an independent documentary filmmaker traveling with her small crew, which includes her sound guy, Anthony Bridgerton.

Established relationship between Kanthony. Anthony is a wolf (animal) and Kate knows. She either met him in wolf form (he humped her leg) or he told her what he was. She was surprisingly chill about it. Their relationship is unconventional but very satisfying.

Anthony and newton switch bodies. It takes Kate a bit to figure out what happened as they are both usually all over her. (Now turned into this fic!)

Words of the day = strip pall mall. Better yet drunk strip pall mall

Kate as a singer since Simone Ashley is opera-trained in real life (Anthony and Kate meeting during a Broadway production??)

Modern day extremely chaotic breakfast at the Sharma-Bridgerton house. Bonus: add Baby Mary

Helping each other pack knives and guns as they prep for a last standoff and give each other tips on their shooting/skills (like Mr. and Mrs. Smith ending scene)

Their first formal dinner party, at which they have to sit at opposite ends of the table

In a role reversal, Kate is the one who needs calming down when her temper flares at an idiotic comment by Fife or Cho or someone (maybe about Anthony?)

Kate and Anthony are married intimacy coordinators.

Kate almost about to pass out due to a panic attack and Anthony comforting her and encouraging her to breathe

Regency Anthony meeting one of Kate past lovers before they say ILY. I want jealous Anthony on steroids