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why must I live in a world where no man will ever love me to the point that his honor is hanging by a thread that grows more precarious with every moment he spends in my presence.

How am I suppose to live with the fact that I will never be the bane of someone’s existence and the object of all their desires??!

"the hottest thing a man could do is drive one-handed, palming the stirring wheel."

best cast in the world🏆💖

sometimes a babygirl is a uruguayan man in his 30s

Imma fight Tumblr later on but anyways happy Valentine’s Day

Also @norrisleclercf1 I seriously don’t know why all of those sent 👹 my phone has been bugging for days

💀

"the hottest thing a man could do is drive one-handed, palming the stirring wheel."

Ron and Harry indoctrinating Neville into their little club of audaciousness is such an overlooked plot point.

HC that Ominis Gaunt is a Sugar Daddy in Denial

Ominis has a warped idea of what is expensive

He'd buy you expensive gifts. Watching his parents, that is the only love language he knows.

Sebastian and you are slowly teaching him other ways of showing love and appreciation.

When you call him a Sugar Daddy, he gets flustered and refuses to admit it.

MC, receiving an expensive gift from Ominis: "I can't take this, Ominis. This is far too expensive!" Ominis: "?? It was only 50 galleons." You and Sebastian are floored. Ominis: "What? I spend at least 10 on Honeydukes, weekly." MC: "Weekly?!"

Bonus:

Sebastian: "Ominis, do I get anything?" Ominis: *reluctantly hands him a single free sample from Honeydukes.*

-> Hogwarts Legacy Incorrect Quotes

the secrets of thunderstorms

pairing: sirius black x potter!fem!reader word count: 2.6k warnings: fluff, angst, cursing, not proofread summary: when sirius knocks on your bedroom door in the middle of the night during a thunderstorm

a/n: first fic hehe i hope you all like it! it kinda went a different direction than planned and idk if i fully like it, but here it is!

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it was the middle of the night, probably close to one o'clock in the morning, rain was pouring on your windows and rolling thunder could be heard every few minutes. maybe that's why you didn't hear the knocks at first. they were quiet... well, quiet compared to the thunder that didn't seem to be able to just stop. it was keeping you awake, and we were just about to go crazy from frustration. so, perhaps, the knocking was a blessing in disguise.

the knocks were coming from your bedroom door. specifically, the one that led to your garden patio. it was your favorite relaxing spot on sunny days, but it wasn't sunny then. it wasn't sunny and it wasn't daytime. it was storming and it was one-in-the-fucking-morning.

whoever was at your door was about to feel your wrath.

you rolled out of bed with a groan, slipping on some slippers and pulling on your robe. shuffling to the door, you pulled your robe further around your body to fight the chilled night air and pulled the door open.

the sight in front of you was a surprise. usually he went to your twin brother, james potter, when he needed something, so why was he standing at your door? he looked rather pitiful. his long, dark hair was soaked and dripping water onto his already more-than-damp clothes, which were sticking to his skin. he seemed to be out of breath, and his hand was raised in a fist, as if he was about to knock one more time.

you pull him inside without a word and rush to find a towel in your bathroom, finding a recently washed one, you throw it to him, not looking to see if he's caught it. instead, you rush to james room, effectively sneaking in as you had done a thousand times before. you steal some shorts and a shirt before shutting the door soundlessly, tiptoeing back to your bedroom.

when you arrived, you threw the clothes at sirius.

"change in the bathroom." you nodded your head in the direction of the bathroom, taking a seat on the edge of your bed.

sirius nodded, "thanks, love."

knowing he was in a distressed mood, you held back your glare at the nickname. he wasn't supposed to call you that anymore, not after everything. you closed your eyes and leaned your head back with a sigh.

you didn't acknowledge him until he took a seat in the desk chair across from you.

"why are you here, sirius?" you kept your voice even as you stared at him.

"to get away." it was a believable enough answer to someone who knew his situation.

you kept your stare on him, picking apart his expressions and body language. he looked down to avoid your eyes. looked like a ashamed puppy, who was caught doing something he wasn't supposed to.

you were so confused, honestly so fucking hurt. you refused to show him that, though. you just hoped your tone didn't betray you. "not good enough. why did you come to me, sirius? you always go to james."

he dragged a hand through his hair. fuck, you loved his hair, you missed running your fingers through it. you missed him. he looked at you with a sheepish smile. "i didn't wanna... wake him?"

never mind. you didn't miss him. you wanted him to leave.

you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to keep your tears at bay. when you open them, you look around the room. looking everywhere but him.

god, he hated that.

when you answered, your voice sounded slightly desperate and hurt and vulnerable. "why are you here?" you ask just once more.

he sighed, he came here to make you like him again, he might as well give you the truth. "listen, y/n, i fucked everything up-" he tried to explain, but he couldn't concentrate when your eyes were everywhere but on him. "fuck, y/n, could you just look at me?" his tone was desperate. "please?" he refused to continue till your eyes met his, and the tears in your eyes broke his heart.

"i messed up that day, i know i did. i was with her and all the sudden she was kissing me, and i was kissing her back. fuck, i was so drunk. that's no excuse, i know, but i-" he took a deep breath to gather his thoughts and stop his rambling. "james was telling me you liked me back, so i thought, 'shit, maybe i'll go for it.' so i did. i started talking with you more, spent more time alone with you, and i just- i fell for you even harder." he wanted you to believe him so badly. he needed you to.

"i was walking to ask you out, on a real date, and you were sitting with fucking lucius malfoy. he was fucking flirting with you, and you weren't stopping him." he looked away from you for a minute before continuing, "i didn't think to ask you about it. i just- i saw red. i took the rest of moony's liquor and got shit-faced. i don't even remember the girl's name, maybe that makes it worse, i don't know. next thing i know, i see you there, and you're runnin' away crying and i didn't even run after you. i just kept on kissing the girl."

silent tears were streaming down your face at this point, and you kept your eyes on him as he finished his story.

"when i got back to the common room the next morning, i was violently hung over, and the first thing that happened was james punching me right in the left eye. had a bruise there for two weeks after," he laughed softly, "he told me that you were stuck with lucius for a school project so you had to deal with him. i knew i fucked it all up then." he met your eyes again, a desperate look in them as he came and took your hands in his. he so badly wanted to wipe your tears away. "i'm sorry. i'm so sorry. fuck, i never wanted to hurt you. i promised james i wouldn't. i need you to believe me when i tell you: i want you. i don't want anyone else but you."

you took another deep breath and wiped your tears away on the sleeve of your robe. you took in his story slowly, you understood where he was coming from, and you wanted him, too. you knew you did.

sirius looked at you with hopeful eyes. you pulled him up from his knees. "come get some sleep, okay? it's been a long night."

it wasn't quite forgiveness yet, but you weren't turning him away. he knew you'd come around, but that you wanted to sleep it over. you faced away from him in bed and tried to steady your breathing. hesitantly, sirius pressed his chest to your back and put his arm around your waist, pulling you to him.

he just wanted to hold you.

you didn't move away. instead, you relaxed at his touch and fell asleep. he placed a small kiss on your temple before falling asleep right after you.

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you woke up to someone's fingers running through your hair. your head is on said someone's chest, and your legs are intertwined. the memories of the

it was the middle of the night, probably close to one o'clock in the morning, rain was pouring on your windows and rolling thunder could be heard every few minutes. maybe that's why you didn't hear the knocks at first. they were quiet... well, quiet compared to the thunder that didn't seem to be able to just stop. it was keeping you awake, and we were just about to go crazy from frustration. so, perhaps, the knocking was a blessing in disguise.

the knocks were coming from your bedroom door. specifically, the one that led to your garden patio. it was your favorite relaxing spot on sunny days, but it wasn't sunny then. it wasn't sunny and it wasn't daytime. it was storming and it was one-in-the-fucking-morning.

whoever was at your door was about to feel your wrath.

you rolled out of bed with a groan, slipping on some slippers and pulling on your robe. shuffling to the door, you pulled your robe further around your body to fight the chilled night air and pulled the door open.

the sight in front of you was a surprise. usually he went to your twin brother, james potter, when he needed something, so why was he standing at your door? he looked rather pitiful. his long, dark hair was soaked and dripping water onto his already more-than-damp clothes, which were sticking to his skin. he seemed to be out of breath, and his hand was raised in a fist, as if he was about to knock one more time.

you pull him inside without a word and rush to find a towel in your bathroom, finding a recently washed one, you throw it to him, not looking to see if he's caught it. instead, you rush to james room, effectively sneaking in as you had done a thousand times before. you steal some shorts and a shirt before shutting the door soundlessly, tiptoeing back to your bedroom.

when you arrived, you threw the clothes at sirius.

"change in the bathroom." you nodded your head in the direction of the bathroom, taking a seat on the edge of your bed.

sirius nodded, "thanks, love."

knowing he was in a distressed mood, you held back your glare at the nickname. he wasn't supposed to call you that anymore, not after everything. you closed your eyes and leaned your head back with a sigh.

you didn't acknowledge him until he took a seat in the desk chair across from you.

"why are you here, sirius?" you kept your voice even as you stared at him.

"to get away." it was a believable enough answer to someone who knew his situation.

you kept your stare on him, picking apart his expressions and body language. he looked down to avoid your eyes. looked like a ashamed puppy, who was caught doing something he wasn't supposed to.

you were so confused, honestly so fucking hurt. you refused to show him that, though. you just hoped your tone didn't betray you. "not good enough. why did you come to me, sirius? you always go to james."

he dragged a hand through his hair. fuck, you loved his hair, you missed running your fingers through it. you missed him. he looked at you with a sheepish smile. "i didn't wanna... wake him?"

never mind. you didn't miss him. you wanted him to leave.

you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to keep your tears at bay. when you open them, you look around the room. looking everywhere but him.

god, he hated that.

when you answered, your voice sounded slightly desperate and hurt and vulnerable. "why are you here?" you ask just once more.

he sighed, he came here to make you like him again, he might as well give you the truth. "listen, y/n, i fucked everything up-" he tried to explain, but he couldn't concentrate when your eyes were everywhere but on him. "fuck, y/n, could you just look at me?" his tone was desperate. "please?" he refused to continue till your eyes met his, and the tears in your eyes broke his heart.

"i messed up that day, i know i did. i was with her and all the sudden she was kissing me, and i was kissing her back. fuck, i was so drunk. that's no excuse, i know, but i-" he took a deep breath to gather his thoughts and stop his rambling. "james was telling me you liked me back, so i thought, 'shit, maybe i'll go for it.' so i did. i started talking with you more, spent more time alone with you, and i just- i fell for you even harder." he wanted you to believe him so badly. he needed you to.

"i was walking to ask you out, on a real date, and you were sitting with fucking lucius malfoy. he was fucking flirting with you, and you weren't stopping him." he looked away from you for a minute before continuing, "i didn't think to ask you about it. i just- i saw red. i took the rest of moony's liquor and got shit-faced. i don't even remember the girl's name, maybe that makes it worse, i don't know. next thing i know, i see you there, and you're runnin' away crying and i didn't even run after you. i just kept on kissing the girl."

silent tears were streaming down your face at this point, and you kept your eyes on him as he finished his story.

"when i got back to the common room the next morning, i was violently hung over, and the first thing that happened was james punching me right in the left eye. had a bruise there for two weeks after," he laughed softly, "he told me that you were stuck with lucius for a school project so you had to deal with him. i knew i fucked it all up then." he met your eyes again, a desperate look in them as he came and took your hands in his. he so badly wanted to wipe your tears away. "i'm sorry. i'm so sorry. fuck, i never wanted to hurt you. i promised james i wouldn't. i need you to believe me when i tell you: i want you. i don't want anyone else but you."

you took another deep breath and wiped your tears away on the sleeve of your robe. you took in his story slowly, you understood where he was coming from, and you wanted him, too. you knew you did.

sirius looked at you with hopeful eyes. you pulled him up from his knees. "come get some sleep, okay? it's been a long night."

it wasn't quite forgiveness yet, but you weren't turning him away. he knew you'd come around, but that you wanted to sleep it over. you faced away from him in bed and tried to steady your breathing. hesitantly, sirius pressed his chest to your back and put his arm around your waist, pulling you to him.

he just wanted to hold you.

you didn't move away. instead, you relaxed at his touch and fell asleep. he placed a small kiss on your temple before falling asleep right after you. the memories of the previous night come back as you slowly open your eyes to you meet sirius' grey ones.

"mornin', love," he spoke in a whisper and a soft smile graced his lips.

you looked back at him and wanted to kiss that adorable little smile on his lips. but instead you apologize. "'m sorry, siri."

sirius frowned at you. "for what?"

"for not listening to you sooner," you whispered back. the moment felt intimate in a way you had been craving for a long time. "i should've at least heard you out."

"you did last night, lovely," his tone matched yours as he stroked his fingers through your hair some more. "even if you didn't, no one would've blamed you. not even me."

"is it true what you said last night?" you asked softly, tracing aimless shapes on his clothed chest. "that you want me still?"

"of course it's true," he chuckled softly. "why do you think i went through all that to get you to hear me out?"

your hand went to find his cheek, he leaned into your touch. "i still want you, too, sirius."

"really?" he had a hopeful smirk.

you grinned at him. "why do you think i let you sleep in my bed with me?" scooting closer to him, you leaned your face closer to his, lips almost touching, breaths mingling. "now, let me kiss you?"

"whenever you fucking want, love, these lips are yours."

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Forget-Me-Nots

Benedict Bridgerton x female!Reader 

Summary: Prompt “You remembered” “Of course I did” 

Angst/Fluff 

Do you guys perfer “Y/N/pronouns” or “you” when reading reader stories? I think I like “you” better 

Keep reading

Them:

Me :

Listen here my friends and listen well.

If you’re not a fat girl I don’t wanna hear your opinions on the polin smut scenes. I REALLY don’t. When we get them if you’re not one of us your opinion means nothing. This is the first time we won’t be the butt of the joke. Instead we get to see one of our own be the sexy, desirable girl on the screen. Not to be superficial but I’m gonna anyway, never have we truly gotten to see ourselves on the screen being desired by the hot guy, and NEVER have we gotten scenes like the ones we’re about to be graced with. The internet is already gonna rake Nicola and any other fat woman who dares to find themselves sexy over smoldering goddamn coals, don’t y’all on here start doing it to, or I start swinging.

So when these smut scenes come out I don’t want to hear SHIT. Let us big girls enjoy the one time we aren’t the laughing stock when it comes to sex on TV. Just once.

baby blurb request so you don’t have to study!! reader being on her period and benedict comforting her? and yk him not being a sexist dick about it

"my love?!" benedict entered your bedchamber in a panic, having returned from his day out with his brothers only to be told that his wife was ill and resting. anxiety flooded him, and he immediately rushed to your bedchamber to see whether you required the doctor or not.

you sat up upon hearing him enter the room, soft blankets atop of you keeping you warm. "ben." you smiled at your husband, though your smile fell when you saw the concerned look on his face. "what's the matter?"

"your maid said that you're ill. she's being rather dismissive about the whole thing... shall i fetch a doctor?" benedict questioned, closing the door behind him and taking a few steps forwards to sit on the bed beside you.

you shook your head, suppressing a laugh but finding it endearing just how concerned your husband was for you. "there's no need for a doctor, ben. it's just... you know." you didn't want to utter the words in front of your husband, having always been taught to keep your menstruation secret and hidden - especially around men.

benedict rose his eyebrows, shaking his head. "it's just?" he pressed, your cheeks beginning to flush. a few seconds of silence passed, and the penny eventually dropped. "oh! oh..." benedict began to blush, clearing his throat and running a hand through his hair.

"you're right. no need for a doctor it would seem." he laughed quietly at his own concern, kicking his boots off and laying on the bed beside you. "is there anything that i can do? to make you feel better?"

you turn on your side to face benedict, shaking your head as you gazed at your husband. "i just have cramps s'all." you close your eyes, your bed sheets moving next to you as ben joined you under the many blankets.

benedict pulled you to be closer to him, his warm hand finding its way up your nightgown to rest gently atop of your tummy - soothing your pain. a small content sound escapes your lips at the sudden warmth pressed against your skin. "is that better?" he whispers.

"mhm. better."

𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 — benedict bridgerton x female reader . in which benedict discovers a lady asleep on his bed after retiring from the annual bridgerton ball for the night.

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The last thing that Benedict had expected to see when stumbling into his bedchambers after retiring from the ball for the night, still slightly tipsy, was a lady fast asleep on his bed. But Alas — there you were. Fast asleep, chest slowly rising and then falling again, your lips parted and the material of your ballgown draped in a rather messy manner around you.

He rubbed at his eyes harshly, as if doing so would prove that you were indeed a figment of his imagination, that he was coming down with a fever and therefore hallucinating, that a shadow had taken form on his bed and he had simply mistaken it for a girl. But no. You were actually there. On his bed.

Benedict felt his mouth fall open and shut again – bewildered but slowly coming to his senses. He finally closed the door behind him, so as to ensure nobody would see you, that your reputation wouldn’t be ruined over something which wasn’t anything. “Alright… alright.” he mumbled to himself, taking a few steps closer to the bed and kneeling onto the mattress besides you. Hoping that perhaps his weight shifting underneath would wake you up but… no. Instead you just mumbled something incoherent in your sleep, shifting onto your side as you did so. 

The annual Bridgerton ball had taken place that night, was still taking place downstairs in fact, and was still running into the early hours of the morning. But Benedict decided that he had had enough of the ton for one day, that he would get a somewhat early night. Instead one of his mother’s  guests was napping in his bedchambers. Which he had to admit was something completely new to him, in their many years of hosting balls he had never experienced this. 

“Um… Excuse me? Miss?” he half whispered, placing a light hand on the soft skin of your arm and attempting to gently shake you awake. “You really need to wake… You don’t wish to be caught alone together, hm? Especially not in my bedchamber…” 

Upon further inspection, Benedict noticed that your hair had been lazily removed from its updo, and instead fell around you, framing your face and complimenting your features perfectly. He brushed a piece away from you, tucking it behind your ear and frowning as he stared down at you. He was entirely unsure of what to do, and far too aware of how the situation would appear to anybody else - your reputation would be completely ruined if you were caught in this situation. Benedict wanted to ask his mother for help, but was frightened to leave you here alone. What if something happened to you? What if something had already happened to you? 

Benedict was unaware that just a few hours earlier, you had began to grow incredibly bored of the ball – by the mundanity of it all, the endless stream of men that your mother insisted on parading in front of you, the dances, the meaningless and far too polite conversation. You had instead decided to plant yourself in a corner nearest to the drinks table… where you had been drinking the night away ever since. 

You were unsure of how much you had actually drank, but when the entire room began to spin in a rather unpleasant way you had decided that it was probably time to stop. You had managed to stagger out of the ballroom and into a hallway – though you can hardly remember the journey upstairs and through the hallways into Benedict’s bedchamber, nor can you remember falling asleep, but you know that you certainly didn’t intend to fall into such a deep slumber. 

“Miss?” your eyes fluttered open to the sound of a concerned voice – a man. You sat yourself up quickly, too quickly. You immediately regretted it as the room began to sway again, the unfamiliar surroundings rocking back and fourth. You soon discovered the source of the voice, sat besides you on the bed with his eyebrows pulled together in concern. A Bridgerton. You weren’t entirely sure which one, but you knew that he was a Bridgerton.

“Oh dear God.” the words fell from you before you could stop them, bringing your hands upwards in an attempt to cover your face. Although you were still very drunk, you had enough sense to be embarrassed, mortified in fact, by the entire situation. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Mr Bridgerton.” you mumbled — refusing to meet his eyes, which were burning through you with an undeniably intense curiosity. 

Benedict blinked in surprise, he had never got quite used to the entirety of the ton being aware of who he was — most of the time they cannot tell him apart from his brothers, but they are still aware that he is a Bridgerton, meanwhile he is half asleep when introduced to people by his mother, it can be quite rare that he actually remembers a name.

“Are you quite alright?”

“I’m a little bit...”

“Drunk? I know that. I can smell the alcohol on you. But are you alright? I mean you were hiding in my bedchambers, asleep on my bed. Did something happen? Other than the copious amounts of alcohol.” Underneath his concern, his curiosity, his twenty questions – was amusement. You could tell that he was repressing a smile, perhaps even in a small laugh. 

You felt your cheeks begin to warm, feeling completely and utterly  embarrassed – he could smell the alcohol on you after all. You stood from the bed as soon as you could get up, an action which ended up being a complete mistake, you began to stagger sideways almost instantly. Benedict having to stand from where he was sitting in order to prevent you from falling. He placed two firm yet gentle hands on your arms, holding you in one place. 

“It’s alright… I’m not angry, if anything I’m quite amused…” you were forced to make eye contact with him at that point, and discovered that he was practically gazing at you, smiling as if he was biting back a laugh – he became serious again rather quickly. “But are you alright? Has anybody hurt you? Or was the annual Bridgerton ball just that boring?” 

You shook your head quickly. “I’m quite alright… I didn’t mean to fall asleep, do you see? I just needed a rest.” Your excuse didn’t give you any comfort, here you were, apologising to someone who was practically a stranger for falling asleep on his bed because you… needed a rest. 

“So you’re fine. Just sleepy, I suppose.” 

“Just sleepy.” You confirmed.

“And drunk… Too much of my mother’s famous punch.”

A quiet giggle fell from your lips – he was actually quite amusing. Why couldn’t your mother have paraded him in front of you instead of the magnitudes of bores who she insisted on you at least considering? 

“Do you care to tell me your name?” Benedict questioned, his head tilting to one side as his eyes scanned across your features, not making an attempt to hide his curiosity. 

“Y/N.” You replied, raising your head in the most confident and self assured manner that you could muster. 

“Well… It’s lovely to meet you, Miss Y/N.” He removed his hands from each of your arms, instead taking your hand in his and pressing a soft kiss to the bare skin, before gently releasing you. “I’m Benedict — You don’t have to bother with the Mr Bridgerton stuff, I’m just Benedict afterall.” 

“I must be getting back… Benedict.” You smiled, hesitating at first but ultimately enjoying the way that his name sounded on your tongue. Benedict — you decided that you could get used to it. “I am sure that my mother will be worrying.” 

Benedict raised an eyebrow, sitting back on the edge of his mattress. “You can hardly stand, Miss Y/N. I’m not sure that you’re in any fit state to return to the ball just yet.” He stretched his legs out, removing his waistcoat and discarding it somewhere across the room.

“I appreciate the concern but I am perfectly fine.” you crossed your arms across your chest, feining irritation as you stared down at where he now practically laid across the bed. Unbeknown to you, your words were still slurred – very slurred. 

He was now laying back, gazing up at the ceiling. “You’ll be the talk of the town! I can picture it now… Do you think that you’ll be the main feature on Lady Whistledown? Or instead one of the more minor segments?” You stayed silent, arms staying tightly crossed. “Miss Y/N…” He held out an arm dramatically above him “drunken disaster…” 

“That is very rude! Were you not taught never to speak to a lady in such a manner?” you exclaimed, picking up what was nearest to you and throwing it across the room, where it landed on his chest – luckily, it was quite a small book, and did no damage when it came into contact with him. 

Benedict seemed utterly unfazed, laughing quietly to himself and opening the book to a random page – where he seemingly pretended to be utterly engrossed in the chapter. “Apparently not… I have four sisters so I am quite used to bickering with these so called ladies that you speak of.” He paused for a moment. “I will find something to sober you.” he stood, suddenly serious, his gaze turning to where you stood. “But only if you promise to stay here for the time being. If someone sees you leaving my bedchambers it would look most suspicious.” 

You nodded quickly, knowing that as much as you wanted to disagree,  he was most definitely right. “Just sit.” Benedict pointed to the bed, and you did so without hesitating, being very obedient. “And stay there. I won’t be gone for very long.” 

Benedict managed to leave his bedchamber without being spotted – using the servants staircase in order to avoid seeing anybody, and making his way down to the kitchen in order to fetch tea and biscuits for you. Meanwhile, you sat on the edge of Benedict’s bed, inspecting the surroundings the best you could without moving. You noticed an easel in the corner of the room and raised an eyebrow – you wouldn’t have guessed that he was a painter, but then again, you hardly knew him.

The minutes dragged on for what felt like eternity, waiting for Benedict to return to his room, and when he finally did you weren’t expecting him to return carrying a huge tray in a rather clumsily manner. He placed it down on the table besides his bed, shutting the door behind him as quick as he could. “Sorry that took me so long I…” He hesitated for a moment, seeming to carefully think his words over. “If I’m being completely honest I couldn’t work the stove to heat the water… but I got there eventually. Tea and biscuits, for you.” Benedict smiled sheepishly, before beginning to pour you a cup of tea. He handed it to you, and you gratefully took it. “You actually stayed sat there, how obedient!” 

You rolled your eyes, attempting to pay no mind to the way that particular comment made you feel – deciding to ignore it completely. “Thank you, Benedict.” Silence fell between the two of you, Benedict pouring a cup for himself before sitting besides you. “You’re an artist?”

He glanced over at the easel in the corner of the room before looking back to you, nodding as he did so. “Something like that… I like to draw, but whether I am an artist or not is most likely up for debate.” 

“Are you any good? Would you be able to capture my likeness? Can I see one of your sketchbooks?” You inquired, questions falling from you with zero difficulty. You thought that perhaps you might be speaking too much, but Benedict entertained every question that you asked him. 

He paused for a moment, eyes scanning you up and down – you couldn’t help but shiver underneath his gaze. “Hm… I’m certainly not a bad painter, though sometimes I doubt myself – I suppose we all doubt ourselves at times.” He was quiet once again, choosing his words carefully. “I’m unsure whether I’d be able to capture your beauty, but I’m always up for a challenge.” Benedict began to search through his bedside drawers, holding multiple sketchbooks in his hand. “I’m not sure if all of my sketches would be exactly… appropriate for a lady.” 

Once again, your cheeks warmed in embarrassment, and you turned your attention quickly to your tea to hide just how flustered his words made you – trying to ignore him as he began to flick through the pages of the filled books, tossing a few aside as he deemed them as being too inappropriate for your eyes. Of course you were curious, but you chose not to press on. 

You crossed your legs underneath you in the best way that you could manage whilst still wearing your ballgown, leaning forwards with interest as Benedict opened a sketchbook on the bed in front of you – pointing to the charcoal sketches. “My sisters… Daphne, Eloise, Francesca and Hyacinth.” he pointed to each picture, smiling proudly as he did so – proud more so of his actual sisters than he was of the drawings (although he knew that he had captured them well.)

“They’re beautiful, truly. You’re quite gifted.” You turned the page, smiling as you took in each sketch. 

You certainly didn’t miss how Benedict’s cheeks flushed a reddish hue with each compliment, how his lips turned up at the corners into a shy smile. He was clearly passionate about his work, cared more than he wanted to about what others thought of his art, that he valued your opinion. “Thank you… it means a lot. Truly.” 

The two of you spent as long as possible, talking, laughing, looking through Benedict’s sketchbooks, discussing books you had read recently – until you had sobered up… at least a little bit. The tea and biscuits soaking up some of the alcohol in your system, though there was nothing wrong with being a little bit merry at an event. 

“I suppose you truly should be off now.” Benedict sighed, helping you to your feet. “Most people will be leaving soon…  and you don’t want your mother to end up sending out a search party to find you.” You were certainly a lot more steady on your feet this time around, taking a few hesitant steps with the help of Benedict and feeling fine. 

You nodded, sighing quietly to yourself – you had had a much more enjoyable night, with better conversations in the short amount of time spent with Benedict than you had had at any other ball. “Thank you, for being so kind… and I’m sorry again.” 

Benedict shushed you, pressing a gentle finger to your lips – apparently feeling rather more bold than he usually would. “There’s no need to apologise – as strange as it was, I’ve had a lovely time. A better time than I would had I spent more time actually socialising.” 

“Me too.” You admitted, smiling sheepishly at him. Benedict turned from you, creeping to the door of the room and slowly opening it in order to prevent it creaking — he peered out, eyes scanning the hall to ensure that nobody was around. “It’s clear.” He reached out his hand to guide you to the door and you gladly took it, enjoying the warmth of his skin on yours as you were lead from the door. Benedict walked you to the end of the hall, pointing as he gave you directions back to the ballroom. 

You couldn’t help but feel a sadness within you as you walked the halls, taking in every tiny piece of detail: the paintings; the wallpaper; the furniture; the flooring – certain that you wouldn’t be returning. “Well… Goodbye.” You whispered shyly, offering a small wave before turning and beginning to descend the grand stairs. 

“Wait…” Benedict mumbled, turning and taking your hand in his and spinning you around to face him. You felt your eyebrows furrow together in confusion, watching as he hesitated with his words before finally blurting out the question – “Can I see you again?” 

“Of course you can… Mr Bridgerton.” You smiled, and in a feeling of unnatural and rare moment of courage you leaned up to kiss his cheek – pressing your soft lips to his skin before pulling away and watching as his face began to flush to a pretty shade of rosy pink. Unbelievable. You had managed to make Benedict Bridgerton blush. 

Before he could speak, you practically ran from the scene, gathering up your skirt in your hands to ensure that you wouldn’t trip. You knew that it was probably quite a dangerous thing to do, considering the fact that you weren’t exactly sober.

Benedict watched as you ran from him until you were completely out of sight, his lips slightly parted in surprise as he struggled to process all of the events from that night — it  all felt very much like a fever induced dream.

On returning to his bedchambers, Benedict flipped to a new page in his sketchbook and began to draw – wanting to sketch you to the best of his abilities before his memories began to fade. Despite his previous desire for an early and long night of sleep, he ended up staying awake for most of the night working on the portrait, ensuring that it would be ready before you awoke that morning. 

And when you awoke one of the first things that you discovered was a grand bouquet of roses left on the table besides your bed, made up of all sorts of different shades and sizes… alongside a note. Your lady’s maid had brought the flowers into your room whilst you had slept, creeping along the wooden floor so as not to wake you. She was secretly excited for you, having sneakily seen the note which came with the bouquet – she had unfolded it before tucking it back into place.

Hours after the flowers had arrived, you finally awoke. Still in your nightgown, half asleep and still in your nightgown, half asleep and sporting a small alcohol induced headache - you had leaned over to inspect the flowers before reaching for and unfolding the note — discovering a drawing of yourself. 

 A small gasp escaped you as you took it in. Benedict. He had made you look beautiful, so beautiful – he had captured you perfectly, all of you, seeming to even capture the soul behind your eyes. You just seemed so alive. His signature was at the bottom of the portrait, alongside the words “Sketched with love and care for Miss Y/N. – Benedict Bridgerton.” 

You ran your finger gently across the words, careful not to smudge any of it – the words repeating in your head again and again. A contented sigh falling from your lips, you fell back onto your mattress, holding the drawing close to your chest as the night’s events really sunk into you. It was hard to believe – yet the words on the page were there as proof — sketched with love and care for Miss Y/N. Benedict Bridgerton.

Hiii! How are you? Can you write more about harry x reader x draco? Like how would they act like a couple?

how harry x reader x draco would act as a couple:

(side note would it be called a couple or trio?)

features NSFW and SFW

a/n: hi! i’m good! i’ll be writing more draco x harry x reader soon, but i figured this would be a good way to show how i see the three of you acting as a couple.

SFW:

-the three of you interchange clothes, A LOT. so since at least two of you are in different houses, be prepared to get odd looks when harry walks into the grand hall wearing draco’s tie

-during the holidays all three of you stay at hogwarts together, spending all possible time you can together

-draco spoils the absolute FUCK out of you and harry, buying you both anything you want/need

-but both boys are determined to spoil you materialistically, to a point where you had to tell them to stop competing with one another

-harry brings you to the burrow over summer break, and molly has grown to love you and draco (even though at first they watched draco like a hawk)

-harry and draco still both bicker with each other, and often times try to drag you into it

-both of them are big on PDA, they like people knowing what belongs to them

-draco sometimes prefers more one on one time with the each of you, while harry prefers to do everything together as a group

-harry’s an extrovert, draco’s an introvert

-harry always sneaks you and draco food from the kitchen late at night <3

-draco gets concerned when you don’t eat enough, and is always ensuring you’ve drank enough water

NSFW:

-draco is an ass man, harry is a titty man, no debate around it

-draco prefers to be called daddy, while harry likes to be called master or sir

-both of the boys are dominant, but harry’s a switch when he wants to be

-harry and draco often compete with one another to see who can make you cum the hardest/fastest

-they LOVE to leave hickies and bruises all over you, nothing satisfies them more then marking whats theirs

-sometimes harry likes to be a cuck, watching draco absolutely ruin you

-both of the boys put your pleasure first, they love watching you get overstimulated

-during aftercare, draco is usually the one to get you water and clothes, while harry cuddles you and tells you how great of a job you did

-draco and harry both lost their virginity’s to you, on the same night

Y/n: *Sees Ferret*

Y/n: *Picks it up* Awww, you’re adorable <3

Ferret: *Bites you*

Y/n: *Drops it* OW! WHAT THE F-

Hermione: Y/n that’s Malfoy

Y/n: *Glares at Ferret*

Ferret: *Glares back*

Ron: Hey Y/n, what sound does a ferret make

Y/n: Hold on I’ll see

Y/n: HEY MALFOY!

Malfoy: Don’t talk to me PoTtAh!

Y/n: There you go

Hello can give yandere draco malfoy hsc

Ofc my love I want more Harry Potter hcs

Yandere draco hcs

He is possessive and obsessive

He is very protective

He does not care what house you are in but it's definitely a plus if you are Slytherin

He steals things of yours

He stalks you and takes pictures

He will buy you expensive gifts

Wants to be close touching you all the time

His family feeds to his tendencies

He loves having you on his lap

Hands on your wrists or holding yours all the time

Marks you any way he can

Isn't afraid to kill for you

Mean to everyone but you

All his friends love you

His friends are most likely platonic yanderes

Praises and worships you

Calls you darling and love

He calls you his s/o even if you aren't dating

“My child is fine”

Your child has an obsession with multiple people and they’re not even real.

Things guys normally do that look terribly hot when Fred does them

It's canon, he told me himself.

Leaning on the door frame while talking to you

Running the hands through his hair subconsciously, when he's thinking or when he's sweaty after quidditch practice

Stretching, just that. When he's tired in the mornings, or even if he's trying to reach something that's really high and his shirt lifts a little

Helping younger students. no explanation needed here, it's just hot when he helps kids

Being protective, not in a possessive way but in a hold my hand I don't wanna loose you way

Rolling up his shirt sleeves, does this need an explanation too or...?

hey! I saw you were asking for request so I thought maybe a Fred X reader?

they're obliviously in love with eachother and pinning and so on

they're trying to pull of a prank (don't know what or to who) and they have to pretend they're together, people believe them because it's nothing out of normal. when they say it's a joke, no one believes them. they finally realise it and the ending is you're choice. maybe a confession or something?

hope you like it?? if you don't dw you're not obliged to write it really<3

About Time 🦁⏰️

George grows tiresome of his brothers lack of attempts to confess to his love

fluff // f.w // x friend! reader

Wherever Fred and George were, you could find y/n. And whenever y/n was, the twins were close by. They had always been friends, ever since George let out a dungbomb on the train first year and y/n was sadly his victim. But nevertheless she found it hilarious and they became the mischievous trio that caused havock across Hogwarts.

Other students presumed you had a thing for one of them, or that they had a thing for you, but whenever someone would bring it up, you'd just laugh and say the very thought made you feel sick. You always saw them as your brothers and that's how it would always be.

However here you were sat across from Fred in the Gryffindor common room and there was something about him that had you staring into his eyes in an unusual way. Maybe he got a haircut? Or straightened his smile? Whatever it was had your entire world shook.

"I think that's what we should do." shrugged Fred.

"Not half bad Fred, your take y/n?" George asked. The three of you were staying up late trying to think up some great idea to help the Hogwart students loosen up. Everyone was greatly stressed due to the ever so lovely presence of Umbridge and it would be fun. The twins also had their plans to leave Hogwarts and thought this would be their grand way of saying goodbye.

"My what?" you replied caught off guard.

"Did you not hear anything of what I just said?" asked Fred.

George sniggered and poked you in your side. You rolled your eyes at him and got up from the comfy armchair. "Whatever. I'm fine with anything. Just tell me when and what, I'm off to bed now." And with a final stretch you left the common room.

"She was definitely checking you out mate." nodded George.

"Not this again," moaned Fred, "Just because I told you I think she's pretty doesn't mean she's got a fat crush on me. I'm off to bed too."

George rolled his eyes at his brother. Contrary to both of your beliefs, George seemed to be the only person (along with the entire hogwarts student body) to notice that the two of you were helplessly pining after each other. You had mentioned off hand comments about Fred to George. He wasn't stupid, he knew those comments and your stares could only mean one thing. Similarly he knew his brother better then he knew himself, Fred had had the biggest crush on you since first year. To be frank George was bored of this, and made it his mission to get one of you to confess before they were to leave.

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"Morning y/n." smiled Fred at you the next morning at breakfast.

You smiled at him in return as he took his place beside you. He ruffled your hair and took a grape from your plate.

"So here's an extra idea," began George, "Theres something that I need from Umbridge's office and as you know she has those rules about no couples. How about to distract her, you two act as a couple so I can go get it."

You and Fred stared at him with a blank expression. "Act as a couple?" stuttered Fred.

"Who'd believe that smartass?" you added.

"Trust me a lot of people would." George muttered under his breath, "Just do it for a few minutes and I'll be done before you know it." he winked before leaving the dinner table.

"Hah, the two of us." you chucked, shaking your head absentmindedly at the very thought.

"I know right, I'll have to tell George drinking this early is affecting his mind." He joked, but there was something in his tone that sounded as though his mind was somewhere else. He seemed quite absent these days, ever since the two had told you they were leaving Hogwarts.

"Is everything ok Freddy?" you asked with wide eyes.

Having been caught off guard by your question, he turned to meet your eyes. He stared for a minute before nodding gently. A warm smile creeping onto his face, "Cause it is y/n, come on lets go eat each others faces off."

On your way to Umbridge's office, you took it upon yourself to take his hand into yours. To make it more believable of course and definitely not because you wanted to feel his soft skin in yours.

"We're here, and she's there." Fred finally poined out. Umbridge was stood outside her office eyeing up the two of you.

"Well here goes nothing." You whispered as you cupped his face and pressed your lips into his. At first he seemed taken aback and stiff, but when he relaxed into your touch, it was like a million little fireworks erupted onto your lips. In that moment it didn't feel like you were acting, the way how his hand came to hold your waist and how he deepened the kiss felt natural. He allowed you to bite down onto his bottom lip gently and you snuck your tongue into his mouth.

"Eh children!" a shrieking voice interrupted.

You giggled into his lips and pulled away for a breath. You looked up at him, he towered over you as he always did. He had leaned onto the wall beside him slightly, his arm resting against it. He was looking down at you with the widest eyes, and in that moment you thought you could see the need for more on his face. And so with a wave of confidence, you grabbed his tie and pulled him back on to you. You enjoyed the kiss until you were pulled back by an angry looking Umbridge, and noticed a crowd had appeared around the two of you.

"Three weeks detention the both of you." and as she marched away, you sarcastically bowed to her back as the crowd clapped at your rebellious behaviour.

.

.

"So did you get what you needed George?" you asked at dinner.

George didn't reply, instead he nodded with a wide grin.

The entire school seemed to be talking about what had happened before. And not many of them seemed to be too shocked.

Fred had gone to his room and was not present at dinner. He mentioned he had not felt well.

"It's a shame with Fred and y/n I guess, I was going to ask her out ages ago." You heard someone from the Hufflepuff table say.

"What do you mean? We're not actually together." you laughed as you turned to see two hufflepuffs in your year.

"Yeah course not." one of them said.

"Everyone knows you've been together since like forever." the other added.

You furrowed your brows in confusion, "no we haven't. Tell them George."

But George did not tell them, and instead raised his eyebrows at you.

"Your little show said otherwise." the hufflepuff boy said lastly before turning back to his food.

Ok maybe there was some slight truth to what he had said. Friends don't kiss like that. But thats all you were friends. Right? Fred had been your closest friend for the past 6 years and nothing more. Sure as of recent he had been catching your eye in a different way, but maybe that was just the hormones speaking.

"Just go y/n. The two of you are driving me round the bend." George groaned.

.

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You knocked at his door. The rush of adrenaline you had initially felt when George hinted Fred liked you more than friends had now disappeared and reality had hit you like a bus. You were going to confess to your best friend and potentially ruin your friendship, well you say confess but you still weren't 100 percent sure what your feelings were.

"Tell me that kiss meant something to you." You blabbed when he opened the door. He stared at you for a moment before nodding.

"Of course it did y/n." he muttered as he opened the door fully allowing you to step in.

"Because, recently I've been feeling something and I don't know what it is. And everyone acts as though it's normal for us to kiss. But I don't know I really don't. And you've been quiet recently, I didn't know if you didn't like me like that. I don't want to ruin the friendship."

"y/n, darling your blabbing," he smiled, and it was that mischievous smile that you had not seen in a while, "I guess your less of a coward then me because you've finally brought up the conversation. But I'm different, I know exactly my feelings for you."

"And what are they?" you whispered.

"I love you. I've always known, but I didn't want to ruin anything. And I've been quiet recently because well me and George are leaving, I can't start something and then just leave."

"But you're not leaving forever, we can still talk and theres the holidays. And when I finish school I can come help out at the shop till I get a real job." you suggested, holding his hands.

He brought up one of your hands to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to the side of it.

"I'm sorry y/n I should have told you earlier."

"Don't be sorry Freddy, at least now I know for sure I love you too."

He leaned down and kissed you. But this time it was much softer, he kissed you as though you were the most fragile thing.

The sound of clapping disrupted the two of you and you turned to see George stood in the doorway clapping slowly.

"About bloody time."

Could you do nsfw headcanons for Fred? xoxo you’re the best

Ooof okay here we go, sorry if these are terrible

* Having his hair pulled on is such a turn on. If you guys are making out or if he is eating you out it turns him on even more.

* Casually teases you during meals in the great hall. Fred would move your skirt up and his hand would travel from your knee to your thigh. Fred would whisper in your ear about how much he wants you. Your friends would know something is up when you abruptly get up and leave.

* Fred loves to leave hickeys all over your neck and chest.

* Likes to give oral more than receive.

* His likes being on top but my God when you are on top riding him . . . Fred loves it. He would be sitting up and would put his head on your chest while you move up and down on him.

* Fred loves you in lingerie. For him it never gets old. You would walk out in matching black lace bra and panties and he would just look you up and down. He would walk over and throw you into your bed before going down on you.

*Okay so I know Fred is tall and rather skinny but I feel like because of Quidditch, Fred would secretly have an athletic built. Like his back would be so define. You would leave deep scratch marks on his back. When he would change in the locker room, his teammates often make jokes about how his night was.

* Also, my God his boy has stamina. He could go on for a while

* He also has big ass hands and fingers. Fred can easily making you cum on his fingers alone.

* Honestly when he groans or moans in your ear it turns you on so much. It's hard for Fred to be quite. When you are staying at the Burrow, it's a real problem.

* Speaking of the Burrow, y'all would fuck on Percy's bed when he annoys the two of you.

* Leaving Bill and Fleur's wedding early to sneak back into the Burrow. The whole night Fred would whisper about how beautiful and sexy you looked and how much he wanted you (while grabbing your ass). You had to admit, Fred looked pretty good in his suit and it had you feeling some type of way. You both would be too eager and horny so he just went to his room and hiked your dress up to your waist and fucked you against the wall with your legs around his waist.

* You guys also had no problem with fucking in a carriage during the Yule ball.

falling asleeep om malfoy

racing hearts

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- draco malfoy

a/n: this isn't the best but it's something i wrote to one of my favourite bois, the gif sounds like he's saying my favourite- requests are open luvs :)

requested- yes

warnings- none i think-

"dont fall asleep on me y/n" draco cooed

his voice omg, it sounded so pretty saying your name. you'd want to hear it roll of his tongue over and over again.

even against his misguided words, he had his hand around you letting you lean on him with your head on his chest. you could hear his pretty heart beating quickly.

why was he so nervous talking to his friends huh?

he had gone back discussing something about potter again. maybe that's why his heart was beating so fast. Him and his stupid potter i swear.

Malfoy on the other hand was having a whole panic attack inside his head.

is she comfortable? where do i keep my hand? am i comfortable for her?

they slowly closed their eyes and had gone to sleep.

draco malfoy coul'dnt even pay attention to whatever they were talking about, his favourite subject in the world was in his arms.

his world was in his arms.

draco malfoy blurb

RINGS |D.M|

pairing: draco malfoy x !fem reader

warnings: some fluff, soft draco, none other than that 

I copied down the last of my notes and leaned back into my chair. I set my quill down and glanced at the platinum blonde boy beside me. He was toying with the thick, silver ring on his slender fingers.

I nudged him playfully, flashing him a sweet smile, “That’s a really nice ring Draco.”

Everybody always cowered in the presence of Draco. I never understood why. He was good to me. We were friends in a way.

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sweet.

pairing: beomgyu x reader

genre: fluff

summary: beomgyu is whipped for the reader, that's it. that's the plot. just something short and sweet to make your hearts ache.

warnings: none<3

word count: 557

notes: the continuous rain outside has had me yearning for love yet again<//3

beomgyu buried his face deeper into your neck, holding you even closer, unable to get enough of the feeling his body touching yours, skin on skin burning so deeply against each other. you could his hot breath against your collarbones, silky hair tickling your skin.

“are you tired?”

beomgyu didn’t open his mouth to speak, he couldn’t even find the energy to move a finger; his deep hum that you interpreted as a “yes” vibrated against your body. you combed your fingers through the strands of his hair, occasionally letting your nails gently scratch against his scalp, making a soft sigh escape his lips. beomgyu didn’t have to pretend that he was okay with you. he didn’t have to put on a facade, to hide away his emotions, his stress and worries. with you, he could just show his true, raw self. “i love you” he whispered so softly against your skin, that you were unable to make out the words he was saying.

“hm? what did you say, gyu?”

he pressed his lips against your collarbone, then left a kiss on your neck, then another- and another. you didn’t question his actions, simply enjoying the feeling of his plush lips on your skin. he lifted himself up from his position on your chest. his lips traced a path from your neck to one of your arms, then back up and onto the other, to treat it with just as much care and attention. beomgyu took your hands in his, interlocking your fingers and pressing them down on the soft pillow above your head. he gave you another kiss, this time, on the corner of your jaw. he brought his face closer to yours until your noses touched. he closed his eyes for a moment and smiled, biting down on his lower lip, then he looked directly into your eyes as he whispered once again:

“i love you.” he stared intently at you “i love you- so much.” your heart’s pace picked up, burning from the amount of love you held for him. you glanced over at his lips, begging him in your mind to close the distance “my heart is so full of you, that i can hardly call it mine.” and with that- he kissed you on your mouth, fulfilling your unspoken wish. your chest felt warm, butterflies still flying around your stomach just like the very first time you got a taste of his sweet lips. “i love you too, gyu” you grinned into the kiss. you didn’t know how beomgyu’s heart melted entirely at the mere sound of those words; how ultimately, you were his greatest weakness. you didn’t need to say it back to him- and yet you did. beomgyu felt warm all over, the bangs framing his face hiding his burning cheeks away from you. he eagerly kissed you again- as if it was his last time he would be able to see you, to touch you again. no words would have been able to capture his feelings as well as his kisses did. he wasn’t aggressive- he was still tender, caressing your lips with his so delicately, yet so full of passion, hushed loving whispers and promises shared only between the two of you sneaking in as your lips crushed together.

it was so sweet, knowing that you loved him.

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We fell in love in October

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That’s why I love fall

jake sim . . . 💬 as your highschool boyfriend !?

♡ pairing jake sim × gn!reader ♡ genre fluff, established relationship, highschool au, bulleted hc ♡ word count 135 ♡ author's note i think doing little things like this wil be better for me than writing full fics; i hope you guys enjoy and are okay w/ that!

ᓚᘏᗢ this fic belongs to @wwonify; do not repost

always wants to hold your hand. doesn't matter where you are; if you're in the same room, his fingers are laced with yours

brings you your favourite snacks during his off-block

leaves pretty love letters in your locker at least once a week, always with a polaroid photo of himself or the sunset

makes you playlists for your birthday and holidays, then sharing earbuds to listen to them with you

sits next to you in shared classes so he can copy your work be close to you

gives you his hoodies whenever it's cold out, then complains 20 minutes later because he's cold

takes you on cute dates like picnics and drive-in movies

gives you a promise ring on your six month anniversary

matching wallpapers, hoodies, shorts, necklaces

leaves you voicemails when you're asleep reminding you how much he loves you and how he can't wait to spend his life with you

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you’re the prettiest scenery, 정원. 🍃

Vasco dating headcannons bc why not

(this is my first time writing hcs so dont come for me😭😭)

-when you asked him out for the first time (because he was too shy to ask you) his face turned completely red and nodded his head happily “yes! can we get a kangaroo??” 

-looooovveess holding hands and he completely melts when you love on him

-you are definitely gonna need to plan the dates and stuff because the only thing hes good at planing is bnc meetups.

-oh yeah he definitely loves it when you wear his clothes but doesnt completely understand why you do when you have your own clothes.

-gives the weirdest gifts to you. “hey -name-?” “yes Vasco?” “i got you a fuzzy pen at the store today.” “oh. ok”

-will tear up when you kiss him for the first time.

omfg this was so short but thank you for reading