#𝐈𝐕𝐘'𝐒 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐍𝐈𝐂

[iamgonnagetyouback]

HEYYY LOVEIEE i got sumn in the trope corners its best friend to lovers with Mattheo riddle im sucker for this trope with him even though its not that common

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒

The Great Hall was transformed into something otherworldly, the usual golden glow replaced by dim candlelight flickering amidst the mist that curled around your feet. It was Nearly Headless Nick's annual Deathday Party, and the place looked eerily beautiful in a way only Hogwarts could pull off. A perfect fit for an autumn evening, where the crispness of the air mixed with the smell of burning wood from distant fires.

You shifted uncomfortably in your long, emerald green robe, fidgeting with the Slytherin crest on your sleeve, glancing over at Mattheo Riddle, your best friend since first year. His hair was tousled like he’d just stepped off a broomstick, eyes flickering with his usual mischief, but there was something different about him tonight. Maybe it was the way the soft lighting brought out the sharp angles of his jaw or the way his dark eyes seemed to find yours in the crowd every other second.

It was probably nothing, right? You'd been telling yourself that for months, ignoring the warmth that filled your chest whenever he smiled at you. It had to be nothing, because that was Mattheo—your Mattheo, your best friend.

"Oi, Y/N, you okay? You look like you're about to pass out," Theo's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, as he sidled up next to you with Pansy, Blaise, and Draco. Mattheo was a bit farther off, talking with a group of seventh-year girls you didn’t recognize.

You swallowed, trying to ignore the slight twinge of jealousy creeping up your throat. "I'm fine, just… tired." You smiled weakly, but your gaze involuntarily flicked to Mattheo again. His head tipped back in laughter, the sound lost in the murmurs of the ghostly party, but it hit you right in the gut.

Pansy narrowed her eyes at you. “Tired, huh? You’ve been staring at Riddle for the past five minutes, love. What’s really going on?”

You nearly choked on your pumpkin juice. "I—I haven’t been staring," you stammered, but Pansy raised an eyebrow, an all-knowing smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. The others, thankfully, were too busy gossiping about something Blaise had said to notice your flustered state.

Pansy leaned in closer, her voice low. "You know, denial looks awful on you."

You opened your mouth to protest, but her words struck something deep inside. You couldn’t deny that lately, things between you and Mattheo had felt… different. Every touch, every glance seemed to linger just a little too long. But he was your best friend. You couldn’t risk losing that.

Still, a part of you wondered—was he feeling it too? Or were you just seeing things that weren’t there?

"Pans…" you began, hesitating for a second before finally asking, "How did you know you loved Luna?"

Pansy's eyes softened at the mention of her girlfriend, and she smiled fondly. "It was… gradual. Like one day, I woke up and the thought of her just made sense. All the teasing, the butterflies, the little moments—they all came together. It was terrifying, but once I admitted it to myself, it was like the pieces clicked into place. Why do you ask?"

Your heart pounded in your chest as her words sank in. Maybe it was more obvious than you wanted to admit, but you were still afraid—afraid of what it might mean, afraid of what you might lose.

Pansy didn’t push, but she squeezed your hand reassuringly before turning to join the conversation Blaise and Theo were having about the latest Quidditch match. You were left with your thoughts—and the sight of Mattheo getting just a bit too close to that seventh-year girl.

Jealousy flared up in your chest, and you couldn’t stop the frown from pulling at your lips. Why did it bother you so much? He was allowed to talk to whoever he wanted, right? But something in you twisted, bitter and sharp, at the way she leaned in, her hand lightly brushing his arm.

You stormed away, deciding to head toward the refreshment table for some air—or at least as much air as you could get in a room filled with ghosts. You were halfway there when a hand gently grabbed your wrist, pulling you to a stop.

"Hey, what’s wrong?" Mattheo's voice was soft, concerned, and way too close for comfort. He had followed you.

You turned, trying to hide your frustration. "Nothing's wrong, Mattheo. Why would anything be wrong?"

He gave you a look that told you he didn’t buy it for a second. "You looked like you were about to murder someone. Come on, Y/N, talk to me."

You bit your lip, feeling your resolve start to crack under his gaze. This was Mattheo. He always knew when something was off. But this wasn’t something you could just blurt out. How were you supposed to explain to him that watching him flirt with someone else was breaking your heart?

"You looked like you were having fun with… her," you muttered, immediately regretting it. You weren’t supposed to care. You weren’t supposed to be jealous.

Mattheo blinked, caught off guard for a moment, before a slow grin spread across his face. "Wait. Are you jealous?"

Your cheeks flamed, and you yanked your wrist out of his grasp. "I’m not jealous! I just… I—" You couldn’t find the words, too flustered and embarrassed to form a coherent sentence.

But Mattheo was still grinning, stepping closer to you, eyes gleaming in that way that made your heart race. "You are jealous," he teased, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. "Why?"

You wanted to scream. He was so infuriating and so clueless, and yet… Merlin, you loved him.

Before you could stop yourself, you blurted out, "Because I hate seeing you with other girls, okay?"

Mattheo's grin faded, replaced by a look of surprise and confusion. "Y/N…"

You shook your head, cutting him off. "I don't know when it happened, okay? But it did. I like you, Mattheo. And it’s been driving me mad because I thought—well, I don’t know what I thought. But seeing you with someone else… it hurts."

The silence that followed felt suffocating. Your heart was pounding, your hands shaking, and you were already mentally preparing yourself for the worst.

But then, after what felt like an eternity, Mattheo finally spoke, his voice soft but steady. "You idiot."

You blinked, taken aback. "What?"

Mattheo shook his head, a small laugh escaping him as he reached out, cupping your cheek in his hand. "I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you for months. I’m crazy about you, Y/N. I just didn’t want to mess things up between us."

Your heart skipped a beat, and you stared at him, completely stunned. "You… you like me too?"

He grinned again, the warmth in his eyes melting the last of your doubts. "More than you know."

Before you could say anything else, he leaned in, his lips brushing yours in the softest, sweetest kiss. It felt like the world had tilted, like everything had clicked into place, just like Pansy had said. The jealousy, the confusion—it all melted away, leaving only the two of you, finally together.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and smiling, Mattheo rested his forehead against yours. "So, does this mean I don’t have to flirt with seventh-year girls to get your attention anymore?"

You rolled your eyes, laughing softly. "If you ever do that again, I’ll hex you."

He chuckled, pulling you closer, his arms wrapping around you as the autumn air swirled around you both. "Deal."

thank you so much for requesting, love!

[iamgonnagetyouback]

heyy babyy can i request in autumn songs with mattheo with song wicked game by Chriss Isaak AND LOVE YOUUU

𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

The chill of autumn settled into the air, leaves swirling in the wind like broken promises, as you stood by the lake. The Hogwarts grounds were quieter than usual, the lull of students inside and the rustling of branches above filling the void left behind. You pulled your coat tighter, seeking warmth against the biting cold. But it wasn't the wind that made your chest ache—it was him.

Mattheo Riddle stood a few feet away, his eyes locked on the horizon, hands buried in his pockets. The sky, painted in shades of burnt orange and crimson, seemed to reflect the storm brewing between you. You had always known there was something dangerous about him, something dark that pulled you in and refused to let go. But tonight, it felt different—like something was slipping away.

He hadn’t said a word yet. You hadn’t either.

You hated the silence between you now. Once, it had been comforting, the two of you able to exist in the same space without the need for words. Now, it was suffocating, thick with unsaid things, emotions neither of you could fully face.

"What are we doing?" Your voice broke the quiet, soft but edged with the pain you could no longer hide.

Mattheo didn’t look at you immediately. He kept his gaze fixed on the lake, jaw clenched. The wind tousled his dark hair, making him seem almost unreal, like a figment of a dream you were desperate to wake from but couldn’t.

"What do you mean?" His voice was low, guarded, as if he didn’t want to acknowledge the weight of your question.

You took a step closer, the crunch of leaves beneath your feet grounding you in the moment. "This. Us. What are we?"

Finally, he turned to face you. The intensity in his dark eyes was almost unbearable. They were filled with so much—things you could feel but never name, things you wanted so desperately to believe in but couldn't trust. There had always been a barrier between you, something unspoken yet impenetrable.

"You know what we are," he said quietly, his voice tinged with something that felt like regret.

You swallowed hard, your throat tight. "Do I? Because it feels like every time I get close, you pull away. And I don’t know how much longer I can keep trying to figure you out, Mattheo."

His expression darkened, frustration flickering in his eyes. "You think I’m pulling away? You think this is easy for me?"

Your heart clenched at his words, but you refused to back down. "You won’t let me in. You’re always keeping me at arm’s length, and I’m tired. I’m so tired of trying to be enough for you when you won’t even meet me halfway."

Mattheo took a step forward, closing the distance between you. His hand reached out, but it hovered near your face, as if he was afraid to touch you, afraid that if he did, everything would shatter. His eyes searched yours, and for a moment, you saw something raw there—something that made you wish things could be different.

"You’re not the problem," he whispered, voice hoarse. "I am. I always have been."

Tears pricked at your eyes, the sting of unshed emotions catching in your throat. "Then let me in. Let me help you, Mattheo. We don’t have to be like this."

His eyes softened, but the hardness in his expression remained. "You deserve more than this. More than me."

You shook your head, a tear slipping down your cheek. "Don’t do that. Don’t push me away because you think you’re protecting me. I don’t need your protection, Mattheo. I need you."

For a moment, he looked like he was going to give in, like the walls he had built around himself were finally going to crumble. But then his gaze hardened, and you saw the decision he had made long before you ever asked the question.

"I can’t," he said, voice breaking just slightly. "I can’t be what you need me to be."

The cold settled deeper into your bones, the finality of his words cutting through you like ice. You had known—deep down, you had always known that this was how it would end. But that didn’t make it hurt any less.

You took a step back, trying to steady yourself, trying to hold on to the pieces of your heart that were slipping through your fingers. "You say that like I ever wanted perfection. I never needed you to be anything other than what you are. But I guess that’s the problem, isn’t it? You don’t believe you can be loved."

Mattheo flinched at your words, and for a second, you thought he might say something, anything to take it back. But he didn’t. He stayed silent, and the space between you grew wider.

"I should go," you whispered, not trusting your voice to hold steady any longer.

He didn’t stop you. He didn’t move. You turned, walking away from him, the sound of leaves crunching underfoot mingling with the dull throb of your heart breaking.

As you left him behind, the wind picked up, swirling more leaves into the air. The world around you was on fire with the colors of autumn, but all you felt was the cold emptiness left in the wake of losing him.

And you knew, as you disappeared into the fading light, that nothing would ever be the same again.

thank you so much for requesting, love!!

[iamgonnagetyouback]

and finallyyy, I would like another prompt basket because I abolutely loved what you wrote for the first one I requested 💕 this time with the prompt "if you make one more pun about fall, I’m going to kick you into the pile of leaves" for jamie if I may? I just feel like you are a master of puns and you'll do this so perfectly 😘😘

james potter x reader who loves hates his fall puns

The air was crisp, the trees around you ablaze with hues of orange, red, and gold as you walked through the park with James Potter. His arm slung casually over your shoulders, and despite the annoyance blooming inside you, the warmth of his oversized Gryffindor sweater—now claimed as your own—kept the chill at bay.

It had all started out so perfectly—a relaxing autumn stroll with your incredibly cute boyfriend. Until the puns started.

"James, stop it! Just leaf me alone."

James grinned, completely unbothered by your words. In fact, the twinkle in his eyes only brightened. “Aw, come on, love, don't be so un-fall-giving. You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to date me.”

You groaned. “I regret it now.”

“No, you don’t.” He shot you a look that made your heart do an involuntary flip.

“I think we’re meant to be apple-y ever after," he added with a wink, nudging you gently.

You couldn’t help the snort that escaped. “That’s it. I’m leaving.”

“Oh, don’t leaf me hanging—how about that date we talked about?” He shot you a puppy-eyed look, exaggerated for effect.

You stopped in your tracks and gave him a long, suffering stare. James only leaned in closer, tugging you gently toward the biggest pile of leaves in sight. His messy hair and wide grin made him look entirely too pleased with himself.

“You know,” he continued as you reluctantly kept walking, “I wood never leave you hanging? I’m totally falling for this idea—let’s make it a date!”

“James Fleamont Potter, I swear—”

“I’ll even let you wear my sweater!” he added, eyeing his own sweater, which you were already wearing.

“Wow, how generous of you,” you deadpanned, tugging the sleeves to cover your hands as the wind picked up. “You’re seriously un-be-leaf-able. How are you this cute?”

James shrugged. “What can I say? It’s a talent.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress the laugh bubbling up inside you. It was infuriating how his ridiculous charm and those sparkling eyes made you give in every single time. You gave him a playful shove, but it was more of a soft nudge, really.

“You rake me crazy,” you finally relented, “but in the best possible way.”

His grin grew impossibly wider. “Knew you’d come around. So, shall we go jump in that pile of leaves now?”

Before you could respond, he was already pulling you toward the biggest pile in sight, his hand firmly grasping yours. The world seemed to blur as James broke into a sprint, dragging you along with him. The cold air bit at your cheeks, but laughter filled the space between you.

As you both tumbled into the pile, leaves flew up in a whirlwind of color, your laughter mixing with the crunch beneath you. You ended up tangled in the middle, with James' arms around you, leaves stuck in your hair and a light blush on your cheeks from both the cold and the rush.

“I can already tell,” he said between gasps of laughter, “we’re gonna have some gourd times together.”

“James, you are unbearable,” you muttered, though you were smiling so wide your cheeks hurt.

“And yet, you love me,” he teased, brushing a leaf out of your hair.

You sighed dramatically, letting your head rest on his chest. “Unfortunately, I do. But if you make one more pun about fall, I’m going to make you stand up and then kick you into the pile of leaf..”

James chuckled, his eyes soft as they gazed down at you. “Oh, love, you know I fall for you every time.”

“That’s it!” you exclaimed, shoving him playfully, sending him tumbling back into the leaves, laughing like a lunatic.

As you both lay there, surrounded by the rustling leaves and the crisp autumn breeze, you couldn’t help but feel like maybe, just maybe, all these ridiculous puns were worth it for moments like this.

oh, mari, flattery will get you everywhere 😘😘 — especially with puns! I'm so glad you loved the basket; it seems you’ve got a taste for pun-fection (I don’t blame you).

[iamgonnagetyouback]

Could I make a request for your autumn picnic? 😊

1. "I fall for you a little more every autumn." With a Charlie Dalton x fem!reader?

thank you so much for participating, love!!

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐍

The crisp autumn air filled the campus of Welton Academy, a blend of oranges, yellows, and reds carpeting the ground like a cozy quilt. The days were getting shorter, the mornings chillier, but none of that mattered as you walked through the falling leaves with none other than Charlie Dalton.

"Do you ever get tired of this, Dalton?" you teased, kicking at a pile of leaves. The crunch beneath your boots was oddly satisfying, and the colors of the trees overhead were too beautiful to ignore. You tugged your coat tighter against the breeze, your fingers brushing the scarf Charlie had insisted on wrapping around your neck earlier, despite your protests. It was annoyingly cute, the way he smirked at you as if he always knew what was best.

"Tired of what?" he asked, his voice light, almost amused. His hands were shoved casually into his coat pockets as he walked beside you, keeping just close enough that your shoulders brushed every few steps. "Being the most dashing young man in all of Welton? Being your favorite person? No, I could never tire of that."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile tugging at your lips. "My favorite person? Bold claim, Dalton. Last I checked, you were still competing with Todd and Neil for that spot."

Charlie’s grin widened. "Please, Anderson’s too shy to even ask you for the time, and Neil’s got his head stuck in a Shakespeare play. Meanwhile, I’m the one taking you on romantic autumn strolls. I think I win."

"You’re lucky I let you take me anywhere, Charlie," you said, bumping your shoulder against his a little harder. His flirtatious banter always left you feeling warm inside, like the golden sun filtering through the trees around you. But you weren’t about to give in that easily—Charlie Dalton was insufferably cocky, and you couldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how much you liked it.

"Hey, you know you love it," Charlie teased, leaning closer. "Admit it, this—" he gestured to the scenery and your scarf, now fully owned by his scent— "is the perfect autumn date. And I’m the perfect autumn date companion."

"Says the guy who almost tripped on his own feet five minutes ago," you shot back, arching an eyebrow. "Real smooth."

"Only because I was distracted by how stunning you look in this light." He said it with that casual grin, but there was a genuine warmth in his eyes that made your heart skip a beat. Charlie could be a flirt, but moments like this? You knew he meant them.

"You’re such a flirt, Dalton," you sighed dramatically, but the smile on your face betrayed you.

"Only with you," he replied, voice softer now, more sincere. He reached out, brushing a leaf from your hair gently. "I fall for you a little more every autumn, you know that?"

Your heart stuttered, and for once, you were speechless. But Charlie, in true Charlie fashion, wiggled his eyebrows mischievously before adding, "And I’m pretty sure you’re falling for me, too."

"Don’t push your luck," you shot back, but your tone was light, teasing, and you didn’t move away when his fingers lingered near your cheek.

Charlie leaned closer, his breath warm against your cold cheek. "Too late. I already know."

"Do you now?" you challenged, lips curving upward as you tilted your chin defiantly. His flirtations always left you flustered, but you were never one to back down.

"Yeah." His voice dropped, and for a second, the world around you—the falling leaves, the rustling breeze, the far-off laughter of the other boys—seemed to fade. It was just the two of you, standing beneath the golden canopy of autumn, leaves crunching underfoot. His eyes flicked down to your lips briefly before meeting your gaze again. "And I know you’re thinking about kissing me."

You scoffed, but your cheeks burned at how accurate he was. "You think too highly of yourself, Dalton."

"Maybe. Or maybe I just know you better than you think," he said with a wink.

Before you could sass him again, a gust of wind blew a pile of leaves right into your faces. You sputtered, pulling the scarf tighter around yourself while Charlie burst out laughing, the sound rich and contagious.

"Alright, universe, I get it," you grumbled, but you couldn’t stop laughing either.

Charlie shook his head, brushing leaves off his coat. "Okay, okay. The leaves are telling me to stop talking. But I’ll leave you with this—" He caught your hand, spinning you around playfully as if you were in some grand ballroom.

You giggled as he spun you under his arm and pulled you back close, his face inches from yours. "Next time, no leaves. Just you and me."

You tilted your head, smirking. "I’ll think about it."

But as Charlie smiled that crooked, charming grin, you knew you were already planning your next date together.

[iamgonnagetyouback]

Hey lovelies!! The leaves are falling, the air is crisp, and it’s officially cozy season, so I thought—why not host an Autumn Picnic? Here’s what’s on the blanket:

🍁 Prompt Basket: Pick a prompt from my list (or surprise me with your own!) and pair it with your fave character for a oneshot!

🍂 Trope Corner: Name a trope (enemies to lovers? friends to lovers? misunderstandings?) and your fave character, and I’ll write you a drabble.

🐿️ Q/A Acorns: Ask me anything from the Get to Know Me list! Seriously, I’m an open book!

☕️ Cozy Moodboard: Give me a scenario and a character, and I’ll create a moodboard that’s alllllll the cozy vibes!

🎧 Autumn Songs: Give me an autumn song (think Sweater Weather, All Too Well, or anything that screams cozy) and a character, and I’ll turn that into a oneshot.

Can’t wait to fall into this with you! (Yes, I went there. 😂) Let’s make this the coziest picnic ever!

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑

note: it can be au's too!

[iamgonnagetyouback]

𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲

"Did you really rake all these leaves just so we could jump into them?"

"You’ve got leaves in your hair. Let me get them out."

"I baked you pumpkin cookies. Yes, it took three tries."

"Come closer, you're freezing. We can share my blanket."

"I made us matching fall sweaters… Yes, you have to wear it."

"I brought you hot chocolate. With extra marshmallows. Just how you like it."

"We should carve pumpkins together! No, you can’t use magic this time."

"You caught a cold. Guess I’ll have to take care of you now."

"You made me an autumn playlist? That’s the cutest thing ever."

"The way you look with rosy cheeks and a cozy scarf should be illegal."

"I’m not scared of haunted houses… Okay, maybe a little. Hold my hand."

"Why do you always make the best s'mores? What's your secret?"

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲/𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

"You weren’t supposed to get hurt trying to protect me. You idiot."

"Why do you always walk away when things get hard?"

"You can’t keep pushing me away. Not this time."

"The leaves may be falling, but I feel like I’m falling apart."

"You always say you’re fine, but I see how broken you really are."

"I don’t want to talk about it. Just hold me, please."

"Why do you always shut me out when you need me the most?"

"You didn’t have to come all this way. I’m not worth the trouble."

"I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you needed me most."

"How can you forgive me after everything I’ve done?"

"I’m here, even when you feel like you’re not enough."

"You’ve been pretending to be okay, but you don’t have to with me."

𝐅𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲/𝐒𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐲

"You thought wearing flannel would make you look less like a lumberjack? Think again."

"Who knew you could be this competitive about pumpkin carving."

"You said you’d never do a couples costume… but here we are, dressed as pumpkins."

"How do you burn cider? It’s literally two ingredients."

"Did you really just trip over your own feet in the corn maze?"

"I’m not lost. We’re just exploring… in circles."

"You’re not seriously trying to impress me with your leaf pile-jumping skills, are you?"

"I swear, if you throw one more leaf at me, I’ll—"

"You look like a disaster in that oversized sweater, but like, a cute disaster."

"What do you mean you don’t like pumpkin spice? Who are you?"

"This fall aesthetic photoshoot was your idea. Now stop complaining and hold the pumpkin."

"If you make one more pun about fall, I’m going to kick you into the pile of leaves."

"You said this hike would be 'relaxing,' but now we’re lost, and I’m freezing."

"I’m only wearing this ridiculous fall hat because you begged me."

"Did you seriously just use that spider decoration to scare me? Grow up."

𝐒𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲/𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

"I fall for you a little more every autumn."

"You’re the warmth I didn’t know I needed this season."

"I can’t stop looking at you. You’re more breathtaking than the fall leaves."

"You taste like cinnamon and apples. And I can’t get enough."

"Autumn’s always been my favorite season, but now it’s because of you."

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑

[iamgonnagetyouback]

hi! Thank you for the Autumn picnic! (love the idea)

Can i have a ☕️ Cozy Moodboard? Halloween with Tom Riddle (can they have a black cat together and like pumpkin carvings, Tom in Ghostface costume, and Tim burton movies? thank you!!)

thank you so much for requesting!!

[iamgonnagetyouback]

What’s your go-to comfort food?

What’s your favorite season and why?

If you could have any superpower, what would it be?

Coffee or tea?

What’s the best gift you’ve ever received?

Favorite movie to watch on repeat?

What’s a hobby you’ve always wanted to try?

Do you prefer the beach or the mountains?

What’s your favorite book or book series?

If you could live in any fictional world, which one?

Do you collect anything?

What’s your favorite holiday?

What’s a song that always makes you happy?

What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?

What’s your go-to karaoke song?

Are you a morning person or a night owl?

What’s a food you refuse to eat?

If you could learn any language instantly, which one?

Favorite Halloween costume you’ve ever worn?

Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

Favorite kind of weather?

What’s your dream vacation spot?

Do you have any hidden talents?

What’s your favorite comfort TV show?

If you could meet any fictional character, who would it be?

What’s a skill you’d love to master?

What’s your favorite pizza topping?

Do you believe in ghosts?

What’s the last movie you watched?

If you had a time machine, would you go to the past or future?

Do you prefer dogs or cats?

What’s the weirdest food you’ve ever tried?

What’s the last book you couldn’t put down?

What’s a hobby you wish you were better at?

What’s your zodiac sign?

Do you like spicy food?

What’s the best concert you’ve ever been to?

What’s your dream job?

If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Do you like board games? If so, what’s your favorite?

🍂 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 🍂

Favorite candle scent?

Favorite season of the year?

Favorite childhood memory?

Favorite way to spend a lazy day?

Favorite fast food place?

Favorite snack?

Favorite app on your phone?

Favorite color to wear?

Favorite thing about fall?

Favorite Disney movie?

Favorite place to relax?

Favorite dessert?

Favorite video game?

Favorite quote or saying?

Favorite way to stay active?

Favorite item of clothing?

Favorite flower?

Favorite breakfast food?

Favorite store to shop at?

Favorite fictional couple?

🎃 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 🎃

Hot chocolate or apple cider?

Movie marathon or binge-watching a show?

Cake or pie?

Texting or talking on the phone?

Ice cream cone or ice cream sundae?

Concerts or festivals?

Hiking or swimming?

Chocolate or vanilla?

Cookies or brownies?

Indoor or outdoor activities?

Comedy or horror?

Books or movies?

Long walks or long drives?

Shopping online or in-store?

Early bird or night owl?

Pastels or bold colors?

Staying in or going out?

Sweet or salty snacks?

Summer or winter?

Heels or sneakers?

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If you could have dinner with one celebrity, who would it be?

If you could travel anywhere right now, where would you go?

What’s something on your bucket list?

What’s your dream car?

If you could be any fictional character for a day, who would you choose?

If you could instantly become an expert in something, what would it be?

What’s a dream you’ve had since childhood?

If you could switch lives with someone for a day, who would it be?

What’s your ideal way to spend a weekend?

What’s your dream house like?

If you could solve one global issue, what would it be?

What’s one skill you wish you had?

What’s your biggest dream for the future?

If you could open a business, what would it be?

What’s the one place you’ve always wanted to visit?

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?

If you had unlimited resources, what project would you start?

If you could be in any movie, which one would it be?

What’s a future goal you’re excited about?

If you had to choose a new hobby to start tomorrow, what would it be?