Hey!! How Have You Been? Umm Please? Have A Productive Day Ahead!!

Hey!! How have you been? Umm ❤💋👀💌 please? Have a productive day ahead!!

i’m feeling all of those positive, productive vibes, love. god knows i need them, haha!

x

❤ - How would you describe the purest form of love?

Soft susurrations that tickle your ear. Fingers brushing against the gossamer tulle of her skirt. Tender kisses that stain your shoulder blade. Open-mouth kisses that leave you dizzy for days. Nails scratching your scalp as you breathe in the oceanic crash of the other’s heartbeat. Tailored tweed hanging heavy on your shoulders as a chill latches onto your cheeks. Running then jumping then grasping onto the other, nose buried into their neck - they smell of fresh linen, warm vanilla, your favorite cologne you bought them for their birthday three years ago. Jokes that melt into laughter then giggles then gazes then longing then lust then love until you’re kissing and touching and drowning in desire.

And dare I say Eskimo kisses.

💋 - Which do you like better: Forehead kisses or holding hands?Why don’t I tell you what I love about each?

Forehead kisses are tender to the touch and leave you feeling light on your feet. They suffuse your head with sweet nothings and spilled ink from the letters Mr. Darcy writes at his desk while peering out at the hills that tumble along the ribs of Pemberley Estate.

Holding hands is a way of showing the world you are committed, not possessive. Knuckles knotted like a promise and silky thumbprints stroking the back of your hand. The mere touch is a  reminder that they are here and you are not alone and you’re grounded to the Earth - to them.

👀 - Name three things that you look for in a romantic partner.1. Passion

2. Empathy  

3. Intellect

💌 - How would you begin and end a love letter?Who would have thought life would let fate slip away from us like that.

I love you. I love you so much. I just wish I had told you so at least once.

ask me romantic questions 🌹

Hi hello can I know about your dream date to the art museum?

We’re swimming in a Van Gogh daydream, in colors and acrylics and tear-stained canvases. All is still as we stroll through each room, hand in hand, in awe of the art as the art admires us.

The cuff of his navy blazer tickles the roadmap of my veins. A threadbare camera strap hangs languidly from his neck. I’m wearing my favorite burgundy combat boots, the ones with scuffed soles and frayed laces. He’s wearing a pair of battered Brogues, cognac and patent leather and a little worn around the toes. His footsteps reverberate off the walls, across my ribcage, through my veins.

After we’ve seen all there is to see indoors, we sit in the gardens and sketch the sculptures lining the walls. He uses the charcoal stub he always carries around in his pocket to capture the perpetual smile of an elegant stone statue. The day is sunny, sweet, and slow. Gritty saccharine and sticky honey melting down the slope of my shoulder blades. It’s not quite summer, but the season is near. The air is warm, but not quite parched. His lips are chapped, but taste like sugar.

We leave the museum, and he takes me to the park across the street. I packed a small picnic in my bag - cherries, strawberries, saltine crackers, cheese, a baguette from the baker’s, a bottle of San Pellegrino and a tin can full of the chocolate chip cookies I baked the other day for two minutes too long.

We’re living in a Monet reverie, in pastels and brushstrokes and blushing waterlilies.

And everything - his hands, his lips, his lazy grin - is bliss.

Hii, I wanted to let you know that I binge read nearly all of your master list and oh my God let me tell you... I freaking fell in love with your writing style 😍 I fish I could write like that too, the words are just so.. Perfectly chosen and it's all becoming one so smoothly there's not an element that isn't fitting there. It kinda reminds me of reading a poems and I love those so lemme tell ya - you have a one big talent and I'm thankful you decided to share it with us ❤

oh, wow! darling, you made my entire day! seriously, thank you so, so much for this. it means the world to me to hear you enjoy something i love to do. you really are too kind ❤

☁️ - Describe your idea of a dreamy date with somebody wonderful!

He picks me up in his Chevrolet, holds the door open for me and plants a kiss on my cheek. The kiss then blossoms and blooms, staining my cheeks a perpetual pink. My stomach flutters and I can’t stop smiling. We drive around town for a bit and talk. He tells me about his job and his dog and the music he discovered on Spotify in the last week. I ask him where we’re going and he tells me it’s a surprise. I ask him again, resulting in a laugh escaping his lips. It truly is a lovely sound. He takes me laser tagging because one of the very first things I ever told him is that I’ve never been laser tagging. He said everyone should go laser tagging at least once in their life, and he promised to be the one to take me. I didn’t believe him. We weren’t dating then.Afterward, we can’t stop laughing - like, the real kind of laughter. The kind that feels like a sugarcoated suckerpunch to the gut and makes your cheeks tingle. I won. He won’t admit it, but he knows it’s true because he’s grinning. He slips his fingers through mine and kisses each of my knuckles. My hands are cold - they’re always cold - but not when he holds them.Before he takes me home, he drives past the city limits, takes me to watch the stars and count constellations. I lay my head on his chest, clutch the cotton of his shirt, breathe in every beat of his heart - one, two, three, four. He’s okay, we’re okay, we’re alive and happy, and all is well, yes, everything is okay, he says, brushes the hair away from my face. He tells me I’m beautiful. I believe him.

ask me romantic questions 🌹

First of all, you have my heart. Your writing is divine. I could probably read your grocery shopping list, and still feel like I’m in this ethereal dimension. You are extremely talented. Second, have you ever read The Age of Innocence? (stupid question, you probably have) If so, would you ever write something inspired by it? I personally just reread the book, and I have found myself overcome with emotions. It would be splendid to see your take on it, if you’d like of course. Third, IJUSTLOVEU💕

wow, i am overwhelmed in the best possible way by this ask. i don’t think i’ve ever actually had someone’s heart before, so i am flattered you placed yours in my hands.

i know this may come as a shock, but i actually have not read the age of innocence. however, the other day while i was at the bookstore i picked it up and plan on reading it after i finish the novel i am currently reading. once i read the age of innocence i will try my best to fulfill your ask.

thank you again for your sweet words and patience. if there is anything specific you would like to see in this fic, feel free to send me another ask or message me personally :)

Draco Malfoy x Reader

❝He fits his fingers to her hips, and it feels like fourth year all over again. With frost clinging to her hair and petals falling from her lips and a kiss - sweet, sweet, sweet - pressing against the corner of his mouth because she’d missed his cheek, but he doesn’t believe that was an accident, no.

❝Not entirely. ❞