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THE WAY HEESEUNGS GOT ME SCREAMING AND CRYING

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Enhypen x Reader (individually)

Fluff, royalty!au

4.8k words

Summary: The one where they may be crowned royalty, but to them, you’ve royally owned their hearts

Heeseung:

“How did you manage to slip out at such a time?” You glanced over at the proudly gleaming boy beside you, his eyes coated with a gloss under the moon’s light as he rolled up the hem of his pants higher up his leg.

“Do you underestimate me, love?”

“I could never” your smile grew as you watched him shake his head, the dark strands of hair falling above his eyes with a sweeping motion.

HeeSeung stood tall, bunching his sleeves towards his elbows; the prince outstretched his arm, holding his palm up for you to enclasp your fingers in between his own. As soon as he felt the soft touch of your skin against his, he smirked softly at you as he strode forward, you following close behind.

Perhaps it wasn’t the best decision to sneak out of your kingdom at near midnight, especially concerning the fact it was your boyfriends parents kingdom. You knew you’d only get into slight trouble, HeeSeung had privileges that only he as the prince could; you were more worried about the obnoxiously cold river you were about to frolic around in with said prince. But alas, you knew this was the only time you could share alone without his guards trialing close behind him.

“Hurry up, slow poke- the water won’t wait for us any longer!” HeeSeung tightened his grip on your hand and began to fasten his pace towards the secluded bank, both of your shoes held close to his chest with his free arm so as to not lose (yet another) pair in the woods during your nightly adventures.

The towels you had stuck between a tree and boulder were still there- a tad worn down from the weather changes- but good enough to dry your legs in order to hide the evidence of yours and Hee’s rule breaking shenanigans.

You gently released your hand from the males, opting to rush ahead in front of him and ignore his whiny complaints to go straight to your favorite spot- the small waterfall hidden behind the clouds of trees. Without thinking, you impatiently ran into the slow moving stream, water droplets already finding themselves sticking all the way up your leg from your quick motions.

“Y/n you fool you were supposed to wait for me!” HeeSeung was whizzing straight towards you, desperately trying to match your somehow fast pace towards the waterfall a few feet in front of you. The male was exhausted already, panting as the water held his feet down each time he stepped making it difficult to catch up to you.

“How in God’s name are you so fast, woman?!” The prince’s voice croaked towards you, earning a rather cackly laugh back from you as you successfully reach the spot you had been aching to see again. His pants were soaked at the bottom from the harsh straining he had to do against the waters mass- his trainer would surely be disappointed in his lack of athletic ability in this moment.

The stone pressed into your back, the cold temps of the rock slipping through the thin fabric of your shirt as you leaned your back against the wall. Hardly having a care in the world at the unpleasant feeling, you opted to wiggle your fingers out under the drops of water that slipped over the waterfalls rocky edge- as soon as HeeSeung came into sight you flicked the droplets towards him, a few landing against the apples of his cheeks.

“You are so lucky I find you adorable-“ HeeSeung gripped onto your hips, tugging you close to his chest so you were face to face as you let out a breathy laugh, “-and that’s I’m rather out of breath right now” He blew a small gust of wind at your cheeks, sending one of the stray water drops that must have landed there, astray.

You leaned in, impossibly slow for his liking he had to admit, brushing the tip of your nose against his in a painfully soft manner. HeeSeung watched under his nearly closed eyes, his lips curved into an adoring smile. Looking up to meet his fine hold, you matched his smile with your own, merely casting your lips over his,

“The water's freezing”

HeeSeung snorted, rolling his eyes with a playful gleam as he finally closed the thin gap between the two of you.

Jay:

Your room was essentially a garden at this point. It started off with a few flower pots hanging on your balcony- and then a couple were so pretty you just had to bring them inside so the kingdom's beautiful sunrise casted warm amber petal shapes onto your ceiling.

Your boyfriend had made it his weekly mission to deliver a different type of wildflower to your quarters any chance he got when he was not training or doing errands for his father, the king. Usually it was slipped under your door with a sweet note attached squiggled with messy, rushed handwriting from said boy. You loved it nonetheless, even if they were a tad flat from being squeezed against the bottom of your door.

It was another evening of relaxing alone in your chambers, sketching mindless doodles onto your notepad as you sat criss cross in front of your balcony door; it provided the best light. You had no plans for the night, not when your friends were visiting other kingdoms and your boyfriend had some banquet the Royal family had to attend for foreign affairs. So of course, who were you to have expected three soft knocks on your door or a quick scratch against the floor from the thorns of a freshly plucked flower sliding on the hardwood.

Abruptly standing up quick as a dart from your spot, your pencils went flying under the sunsets shadows and rolled underneath your desk- you only gave it a narrow sighted glance before fleeing to the door that couldn’t get closer any slower. You were determined to at least catch a glimpse of whomever your boyfriend must have sent to do his daily floral delivery since he himself were too busy talking people up and sipping champagne.

“Jay?” You were taken back by the figure in front of you, your hand still hooked around the door handle, “shouldn’t you be at the banquet?”

“Technically, yes-“ the boys cheeks were pink, a rather shy smile reaching his ears as he leaned into press a comforting kiss to the side of your head. He slipped past you and immediately went inside your room, “but I fibbed and said I had caught a fever.” Jay snorted at his obvious white lie, finger quotes matching his proud energy.

You shook your head at Jay’s mischievous acts, though you couldn’t say you weren’t happy to see him. Jay had already taken his place onto your bed, leaning his head to the side to rest on his palm, his eyes wandering around your room with a satisfied gleam.

“It seems you love your flowers, hm?”

“Well they’re from you, of course I do” Your lips turned upwards at his modest smile, finding his sudden shyness adorable. He shook his head at you, scoffing as he noticed the look you were giving him while you sunk down next to him in the blanket madness, “must you look at me like that, woman?”

“Whatever could you mean?”

He unglued his eyes from the lamp, his vision with speckles of greens and blues from the bulbs brightness. Jay side eyed you, eyeing over your prideful smile, “as if you don’t know-“ he looked away before he could become too encaptured by your sweet gaze onto him, “do you view me as a lovesick fool?”

“I look at you as if you are my world, love”

The prince huffed, chest puffing up as the air from his lungs escaped through his parted lips. Jay didn’t bother to act tough around you, he without a care entangled your hand with his and pulled you into his side, one leg stuck under yours.

His head leaned onto yours, his senses being trapped by your intoxicating aroma, “well you are mine”

Jake:

“Will I see you tonight?”

Your body was hidden behind the horse, giving the male only a view of his most favorite pair of eyes he ever had seen, “maybe, maybe not-“ you glanced up at him, biting the inside of your cheek to suppress your smile at the prince, “-guess you’ll have to wait and see, Sim”

Jake whined, mumbles of complaints leaving behind him as he walked up to the dark horse. He trailed his hands along it’s back, long strands of black hair entangling between the cracks of his fingers. Jake hummed to himself, as if contemplating what to do next.

You on the other hand were simply trying to keep your focus on caring for the animal-weaving your hands in it’s hair to untangle the knots, scratching it’s face to relieve it’s itches;, though the fact the handsome prince was currently standing opposite of you on the other side of the horse was making it awfully tough to do your job. Given he was also not so subtly sighing and glancing at you every few seconds, made it that much harder.

A strong sigh left your throat, causing Jake to smirk to himself at gaining your attention once again. You paused what you were doing, opting to just move around the end of the horse and stand in front of the male who was now scrambling to compose himself.

“What’s wrong, Jake?” You crossed your arms over your chest, the shirt you were wearing pulling down to reveal the dainty locket said male gave to you some time ago.

He parted his lips to talk, a single syllable breaking his silence until he caught a peek at the jewelry he had gifted you, “you still wear it.” His ears felt warm, he was sure his cheeks looked as it had felt- on fire. Jake trailed his sight along the hem of your shirt and up to your eyes; a sort of prideful feeling overtook the young price, the sight of the girl he was in love with wearing something he had gifted her made him swell with a desire to call you his in front of the entire kingdom.

“Actually, yes-“ Jake ran his tongue over his drying lips, staring into your equally adoring matching eyes while his heel lifted up and down on the ground in anxiousness, “something is rather wrong, Y/n”

“And what would that be, lover boy?” It was your turn to smirk, leaning your body closer to his in a quick step forward. Jake surely brought confidence out in you, but you’d never admit it.

“Lover- y/n-“ Jake groaned, running his hands down his face in weak frustration. He was beginning to lose patience in his own waiting game against time. He was ready to declare you his, to ride his family’s horses you had always loved to take care of through the castle’s gardens and stay there until dusk came.

“I’d wish for you to go to the ball with me.”

“With you?”

“With me. And not as just my company, but mine” Jake filled air into his cheeks, pouting his lips into an oh before releasing them with a small pop, “I mean- please”

You didn’t mean to laugh- okay, cackle- but you couldn’t help yourself. The respectful, charming prince you knew was finally ready to be with you and the joy you were feeling was incredible. Obviously he didn’t know that was why you were laughing, given by the fact his eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open.

The boy started stuttering in nervousness, thinking he had made a mistake being so blunt and not respecting your own wishes. Jake squeezed your hands into his, apologizing profusely for making things awkward and taking up your time.

“Jake- I’d love to”

Like a lost puppy he was, that’s what he reminded you of. His beautiful brown eyes with a cast of excitement running over yours, the fast drumming of his fingers on the back of your hand- he really was adorable.

“Oh thank you Jesus-“ the male swooped in, cupping his hands over your cheeks and pressing his lips to yours. You exhaled through your nose, fluttering your eyes closed as you moved your lips with his.

A rather harsh whind rumbled through the barn, the sound coaxing you and Jake to slowly separate with a shared giggle. Ashort trail of saliva following the detachment, only making the two of you bite your lips in sheepishness. The horse behind you was now moving it’s head around and tapping it’s hooves onto the concrete, as if it were approving what had just happened.

Here’s to hoping the rest of the kingdom does.

Sunghoon:

Sunghoon’s face was nearly mirrored to yours in the moment- both of you gawking at the monstrosity in front of you.

You turned your head to look at him, eyes narrowing in disbelief at the prince, “did they not teach you to cook in your training?”

“Wha- no?! I had chefs to cook for me!” Sunghoon was taken back, mimicking your expression and puffing his chest while pointing towards the “food” on the counter, “and this is why, woman!”

You groaned at the male, shaking your head, “we cannot serve this to your parents”.

Sunghoon teetered his head from side to side, as if he were deciding on what to do. He wasn’t the best cook, he knew if he attempted the meal again it would only taste the same as it had when the two of you tried it previously. The male rubbed his temples, reaching his hand to curve over the edge of the counter so he could lean against it.

“Let’s just try again, we have time!”

Sunghoon halted his rocking movement, dropping his other hand to match it with his one against the counter, “love, I’d rather not give food poisoning to my parents; the kingdom would have my head”. A breath of frustration was heard from him, the breeze causing his hair to rest above his eyes.

Chewing your lip in an anxious manner, you inhaled before moving around the counter to grab the failed dish, tossing it straight into the garbage can- container and all. You straightened your back, putting your attention onto your perplexed boyfriend who had yet to move from his spit, “well? Let’s get to work shall we”

You earned yourself a whine of complaints with that, though you only tuned him out and opted to instead drag his arm back over with you to the other side of the kitchen where your ingredients laid haphazardly.

Sunghoon, clearly not impressed, dramatically leaned into your side; if it weren’t for your quick reflexes he surely would have fallen face first into the flour, though maybe you should have let him. You snorted at that, using your shoulder to push him back up, “cmon you big baby, we have stuff to do”

“Yes, like each other! Let’s dismiss this mess please, I’m tired of it” Sunghoon wiggled his fingers towards you, attaching them to the sides of your waist so he could move you to stand in front of him with your back pressed against the ledge, “Pleaseeee, Y/n, we’re never gonna be able to do this dish correctly”

“Not with that attitude we won’t-“ your index finger pressed to his chest, gently shoving him back, “now let’s work” You encouraged him with a small smile, kissing his pouty lips a few times with quick pecks.

The male was hardly satisfied, but he’d rather not piss you off today- so being the good listener he likes to believe he is, sunghoon nodded along with what you were saying and began to read off the directions, just as you did earlier.

Things were going smooth, sunghoon was continuing his part in cooking by simultaneously reading as well as mixing, as you added the ingredients.

“Okay, now it says to add in a tablespoon of basil into the dry ingredients” sunghoon read off the paper, watching you diligently as he passed you the herb. The boy wasn’t quite expecting the sudden whack on his shoulder, yelping in shock at the contact.

“What was that for?!” Sunghoon glared at you now, his eyebrows furrowing together.

“I know why we fucked up the meal earlier-“ you pressed the bottle back into Sunghoon’s grasp, allowing him to read the words on the front of the packaging. As soon as his knowing look popped up and a drawn out “O” fell past his lips, you began again, “-you had the wrong ingredient out this entire time, dummy.. this is dill”

It was silent for a few seconds, not for long as it was bound that once you and Sunghoon made eye contact you had filled the large kitchen with snorts and loud cries of laughter.

Sunoo:

Being in a relationship with the prince from the kingdom opposite of yours didn’t seem like such a big deal until reality sets in that you were supposed to be rivals. It wasn’t like your kingdoms were at war- Nono. Your parents just did not get along, and instead of fueling it into hatred, it was turned into annual winter tournaments.

What exactly does that mean for you and sunoo? You were expected to face head to head each winter solstice, along with your kingdoms best suited contestants, and to titles for your kingdom. And of course being it that you happened to be the designated princess and prince of your homes, it was even more weight on your shoulders to not let your parents down.

You couldn’t care less.

And that was obvious considering you were just about knee deep in snow, trudging through the forest to meet up with your hidden boyfriend. Could you get into serious trouble? More than likely. But they’d have to catch you first, and so far in the months you had been dating they were clueless.

Precautions were set every time you and sunoo chose to meet up. You were to meet at the border between your kingdoms, only travel through the woods, and leave when guards were least expecting it. Unfortunately that meant staying up until midnight and falling asleep at dawn, but to each of you, it was well worth it.

Even now, as snow crept into your shoes and melted into your socks and your nose burnt from the cold, you’d face the cold for the cute prince anyday.

You were nearly frozen solid at this point, the journey never ending it had seemed- or maybe that was just the frostbite getting to your head. But alas, you kept moving; stepping over mountains of snow and dodging fallin’ tree branches, you were bound to get there at some point-

“WAH”

Your arm was suddenly yanked to the side, your body nearly losing it’s balance as you fall into a familiar hold at the sound of a sharp wail on your side. Your head quickly turned up in shock, eyelashes reaching your eyebrows, “sunoo??”

The boy peered down at you, his infamous infectious smile showcasing his playfulness. He wrapped his arms securely around you, pulling you up to stand flat onto your feet against him, “hi baby!”

“I thought you were a guard, asshole” despite your name calling, the laugh at the end of your words and the similar expression to your boyfriends completely dismissed your feigned annoyance at the male.

“No, but I could have been-“ sunoo pointed his finger at you, tapping your nose in the process, “-you were just about past the border if I hadn’t pulled you aside, missy!”

Squinting your eyes, you glanced around the trees to avoid his amused gaze. You were clearly tired from the constant preparations for the tournament, plus the added lack of sleep from your late night meetups with Sunoo. Guess you were so exhausted you hadn’t realized you were about to enter Sunoo’s kingdom.

“Exhaustions caught up to you, too, huh?”

You nodded your head, scrunching your nose at the feeling of snow landing on your skin while snuggling closer to Sunoo’s warmth- you were standing in the woods in the midst of winter’s freezing temps, after all.

Light touches were felt under your eyes, sunoo slowly rubbing his gloveless hands onto your skin to brush away the melted flurries in such a soft manner you’d barely felt it if it hadn’t been your senses were so keen for the man.

“Wanna head to the cabin?” Sunoo rubbed his hands up and down your arms, spreading friction between the two of you to warm you up.

Taking his hand into yours, you kissed the back of his hand and guided him with you through the snow to your small cabin at the side of the forest. Sunoo figured that was a yes, though he wasn’t trustful of his voice to double check considering he was trembling at the moment- and not from the cold.

Jungwon:

“I cannot concentrate if you continue to look at me like that”

You shrugged, resting your elbow on the table top to place your chin into your palm, “what can I say, I find you more interesting than this homework”

Jungwon snorted at that, his shaggy dark hair falling above his eyes as he shook his head at your cheesy words. The male continued to write away, focusing on his chemistry homework from his previous lesson that day rather than play into your distractions.

“My father would never allow us to study together again if he catches us goofing off, pay attention Y/n” Jungwon glanced up at you through his strands of hair, trying not to give into his desire to scooch his stool even just a tad closer to yours.

“I’m his favorite subject in his kingdom, he wouldn’t mind if his prince happened to take a quick break” you noted this as if it was a fact, you were determined to spend time with your boyfriend other than doing homework from your private lessons with him.

Jungwon knew you were correct, at least about you being the kings favorite; though not so much about being able to goof off when you both knew this was your designated class time. The last time the two of you decided to skip studying and head across the kingdom to your favorite bakery, one of his fathers guards happened to catch you and ratted you both out.

You were both banned from the bakery for a week after that- it was horrendous to go without pastry’s.

“Nope, not happening, baby.” Jungwon’s voice was sturdy, unlike his will at the moment.

You were the rebellious one in the relationship, and you’d willingly own up to the title if it meant you could skip this rather boring assignment and go swimming in Jungwon’s pool in the gardens.

A sweet smile replaced your frown, not that Jungwon could see; your chair screeched across the floor boards, the table bumping slightly from your feet hitting the legs as you practically sat aligned with Jungwon’s chair.

“What’re you doing, y/n”

“Nothing, I just wanted to sit closer to you- we were practically continents apart” reaching across the table to your previous spot, you slid your papers back to you and pretended to get to work.

Jungwon, knowing you far too well, was incredibly suspicious of you in the moment- now he was the one having a hard time concentrating. He was too busy thinking about what you had planned, his eyes sneakily darting over to you every few seconds as if you were to make a move.

“Jungwon I can feel you staring at me, love”

The boy choked at your sudden confession, using his free fist to hit his chest a few times. Ignoring the way you called him out, he continued to write down his answers onto his paper- really he was just drawing random squiggles because he absolutely could not concentrate.

As a few minutes passed of the two of you sitting in silence, Jungwon still couldn’t focus. He knew you had something up your sleeve, but he wasn’t able to pinpoint what considering you were still reading through the science book and writing down your answers after every page.

A frustrated groan was the first thing to break the silence, followed by Jungwon’s chair sliding out beneath him as he stood up with his hand extended out in front of him.

In your head you were celebrating- your plan was succeeding all with due time.

“What’s wrong, Won?” You bit back a smirk, nibbling on the end of your pencil instead to keep your “game face” on as you observe Jungwon’s obviously annoyed expression.

Jungwon rolled his eyes, displeased at your clear victory yet again, “cmon, we’re taking a break-“, the prince curled his fingers around yours at the contact of your palm in his, “-but we need to hurry before the guards get out of their meeting”

Your notebooks and books were left in the dust now as Jungwon led you through the long corridors of the castle, the smiles you both wore as large resembling the Cheshire Cat.

“Hey- you two are supposed to be studying!”

Niki:

Was Niki supposed to currently be at some neighboring kingdom's princess’ birthday right now? Yes. But to be fair, would they really notice he’s missing? No. His parents only “forced” him to attend to get his kingdom vanity points. He’d much rather annoy his girlfriend who just so happens to be his family’s Gardner, then sit and watch some girl eat her birthday cake.

“Niki would you stop being a pain”

“I would, but it’s unfortunately what I’m best at!” Niki’s eyes crinkled into crescents as he flashed you his signature grin, his body still laying across the bench that held all your new packs of flower seeds.

You wanted to complain, but it was rather funny seeing his lanky self sprawled across a much smaller object- even if he was smushing your seeds, “if you don’t get up how am I supposed to do my job?”

Niki scoffed, waving his hand at you before positioning them as a pillow behind his head so he could properly look at you, “I’ll pay you either way, y/n-“ he giggled to himself at his following line, “-partner privileges!”

“Oh dear God”

The snort that sounded from you was hard to contain, amusing Niki further considering you were playing into his shenanigans. The young prince scooted up just enough for you steal a few packets that had been underneath his legs, his hands catching the air as you pulled your wrists away swiftly before he could catch them.

“You brat-“ niki pouted, playfully turning your head as if to ignore you, “-are your flowers more important than I?”

Your silence gave him his “answer”, the boy peeling an eye open to gawk at you for not replying, “hey! I skipped a party for you!”

Laughing at his feigned sadness, you reached over to ruffle his hair- only for you to land in his lap at the sudden capture of your arms into his grip. You let out a huff at the impact, trying to scramble back up in many failed attempts as the prince blatantly laughed in your face watching you struggle.

“Niki I have to get back to work-“

“Tough!”

Your whines of complaints were meeting deaf ears, Niki only wrapping his arms tighter around you to keep you still. The males eyes gleamed, clearly he was enjoying himself annoying you rather than attending to his business- lucky he was cute, you had to think.

The spring breeze flew past you like the bees surrounding your flowers, wisping your hair around your face and onto Niki’s with every gust of wind. The look on his face as strands of hair slapped onto his skin was entertaining in itself, not to mention the fact it was wrapped around his lips as if he wore a beard.

Your cheeks puffed as you held in a laugh, your hands lifting from your lap to remove the hair from Niki and back over your shoulder; oh how you wish you had your phone in that moment.

“I did you a favor, may I get up now?”

The boy shook his head, leaning you closer to him so he could look properly into your eyes without the sunlight nearly blinding him, “I’d like to sit here longer, my future queen”

Your face felt as red as the roses you had yet been able to plant that afternoon, your eyes wanting to look anywhere but the smirking man in front of you; yet anytime you attempted to, he only lifted his finger to your jaw, guiding your vision back to his sunlit face.

“Fine. I suppose we can sit here a moment longer” you leaned into his touch now, resting your head into the crook of his neck so he could rub his hand down your spine.

“Perfect”

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.

sometimes a babygirl is a uruguayan man in his 30s

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...?

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.

what did doja cat say about big noses again ???

the gallagher house gives me a type of comfort I cannot explain with words

entered the theater not knowing anything and left blushing with butterflies

We fell in love in October

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That’s why I love fall