Fireplace

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 

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

without a doubt, if he wanted to park jay can afford first class on all the trips you go on. he even thought about buying a private jet but you shut that down telling him that it wasn’t good for the environment and he agreed. even though he can afford it, he’d rather not go on first class on airplane rides with you. now, park jay is a husband who will absolutely without a doubt provide you all the finest things in life. from caviar included as a garnish during pizza nights “just because” to your own custom scented perfume from dior, jay is more than capable of providing the life of luxury most people can only dream of. but he has an issue with first class seats… they’re always separated and lonely.

there were times when his exes wanted him solely for his money and if he couldn’t give them the monetary experiences they wanted, he worth diminished in their eyes. on your first planned overseas trip together jay was hesitant in asking if it was ok to buy tickets for economic class. after all, he was really starting to fall for you and dare he even say l word you. you got rid of all his doubts when you told him,

“jay, i don’t care what class cabin we ride in. our ears hurt the same when we lift up for take off. plus, i’d rather be next to you.”

he remembers his heart bursting in gratitude that you weren’t like all the others.

was it then that he got the first inkling of knowing you were the one?

jay will gladly sacrifice a little bit of leg room if it allows for your presence right by his side and for him to be able to fall asleep on your shoulder. who gives a damn about first class seats when his favorite seat is the one next to you?

married to ceo!jay drabble series

Standing in front of your throne, a fire burns inside me

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."

enhaverse | illuminated

swing me these sorrows, and try delusion for a while; its such a beautiful lie.

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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