#elle’s blurbs

[f4irycafe]

eren with a peaceful girlfriend is a sight nobody thought they would ever see. known for getting into fights because someone looked at him the wrong way, all of his friends are so surpised when he brings around the nice girl who is kind to/loves everyone. you meditate in the mornings and evenings, journal your feelings, take walks in nature to ground yourself and then there's you rabbies infected dog (eren) who trails behind you everywhere you go. you definately have scary dog privileges.

don't get me wrong, you can bark and bite as well, one of the reasons eren loves you so much. for all your softness, when you rarely get pissed off no one even tries to argue with you, instead accepting their fate of being verbally eviscerated until you've cooled off. eren was on the receiving end of that rage once ... never again. its the type of voice that ur mom uses when shes mad at u, she doesn't even need to raise her voice to send shivers down ur spine and have u acting right quickkkkkkk.

now don't be fooled this peace came after a long period of also being crazy as fuck, but after seeing that crazy never did anything good for you, you learned to chill out. hopefully eren can learn some lessons from you :)

elle's thoughts: hey yall, thinking of writing an eren fic but i cant decide what kind of eren, vote if you've read this far hehe! im basically taking all my current hyper fixations and throwing them into one fic. this is my distraction from my thesis project lmao. but some of my recent watches so you can get the vibe are 13 reasons why (i forgot how much i fucking adore justin), dexter, landman, all american, the summer i turned pretty, and modern love.

[cal-flakes]

someone requested this and now i can’t find it😓

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—“c’mon, we’re going fuckin’ home” he hissed through gritted teeth, vice grip on your arm with no sign of letting up as he pulled you away from the country club, huffing and puffing as you went. “but—“ you cried, only to be interrupted. “but fuckin’ what? hm? but fuckin’ nothin’”

tears flooded your waterline as you neared the car, or more so, we’re dragged towards it. he refused to look at you, knowing the exact look on your face— the one that would make him give in within mere seconds, and he didn’t want to give in. you’d pissed him off, big time. whining and pestering him all day, talking back, making snappy little comments under your breath, and he’d absolutely had enough.

before you knew, you were being pushed into the passenger seat, the door slamming beside you before he hopped in the drivers and buckled your belt, eyes still avoiding your own. “rafe—“ you started hesitantly, pulling your lip between your teeth.

when you received nothing back, not even a huff of acknowledgment, you reached out carefully, trailing your manicured hand along his arm. “m’sorry baby”

sighing, his knuckles relaxed slightly, returning to their usual colour. “no you’re not”

“i am! i am sorry!” you squeaked, edging further beside him, eager for his responses. you flinched when his hand flew toward you, pushing you back into your seat as the car came to a harsh stop. “the fucks’ gotten into you then? actin’ like a fuckin’ child all day” he groaned, tilting his head in anticipation for your answer.

dropping your gaze, your lip wobbled as you played with your hands— only irritating him further. clasping a hand over both of yours, he held them still. “m’talkin’ to you”

“jus’— jus’ wanted some attention, you’ve been talkin’ to everyone but me today” you frowned, picking your head up to face him, eyes wide and tearful.

“you know what good girls do when they want attention? they ask, they don’t nag n’d give me attitude all day” he stated, his firm tone causing your lips to quiver once again.

“you wanna be good f’me? huh?” he poked, tilting your chin up with his fingers. you nodded, lashes fluttering as you enjoyed the warm of his measly touch.

“get in the back”

[chrissv4mp]

STARGIRL

scratchin' counter tops, i was screamin'.

my back arched like a cat...

heavy breathes, low moans, quiet whimpers, and the sounds of the slapping skin, that's all that consumed the rather large kitchen that you and madison were in. such a large space... so many options for either of you to cook, sit, eat, and everything else that was normal in a kitchen.

but those were the last things you wanted to do with her in the space, the last thing that crossed your mind after she had bent you over the kitchen island. it should've been—it was considered absurd what you two were doing, it was so fucking inappropriate the way she was slamming her hips against yours in such a rhythmic pattern.

her strap hit all the places your fingers could never, the ridges of the cock rubbing you in all the right places, making you see stars each time she thrusted and hit your cervix. your nails scratched on the marble of the counter, her hand making you unable to hang your head low as she tugged at your hair. she never wanted those pretty noises of yours to go away.

it wouldn't be long until one of your neighbors came to her door to complain about the lewd sounds coming from the apartment. you couldn't even imagine the uncomfortable look on their face as they noticed the disheveled look of your girlfriend, hair messy and face flushed, wearing a thin layer of sweat.

madison ran her hand down from the nape of your neck to the curve of your back, pushing down gently and watching as your back arched further. her pupils were blown out in lust, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth as she breathed through her nose, chest rising and falling in an uneven pattern.

"such a sweet girl," she huffed, leaning over your body to kiss your shoulder, her fingertips dancing along the expanse of your back, feeling every twitch of your muscles and every short breath you took, "doin' so good, baby."

you nodded dumbly, letting out a strangled moan at her praise. fuck, you couldn't take it anymore. your hand reached back to grab a handful of her hair, tugging softly as you tried to hold back your orgasm. you didn't wanna cum without her permission. you couldn't.

tears pricked on your eyes, blurring your vision even further. you could barely see now, the only things you could see being the stars behind your eyelids each time you blinked. god, this girl was ruining you. she was ruining you past the point of no return.

you shouldn't cry. but, god, it was so fucking good. how were you supposed to hold back? as you blink, the tears begin to roll down your cheeks, your lips parting to let out the most pathetic sobs as madison continues to thrust her cock in and out of your pussy.

"good girl, so good f'me, isn't that right?" she mutters, but her words don't register in your head. all you hear is jumbled up syllables, and, fuck, you cum on the spot because that one part in your brain is telling you she gave you permission. but she didn't.

madison gasps quietly into your ear, pulling away from your body to watch as the warm liquid forms a ring around the bade of the silicone cock. her lips curve into a smile as she chuckles softly, "couldn't hold it, could you?"

you shake your head weakly, letting out whiny moans as you feel her slowly pick up her pace again. her thrusts are slower than before, helping you ride out your orgasm as she coos sweet praises into your ear, her hands running along the sides of your waist.

@her-favorite @hrtsdollie @cuntymilaa

[nomorespahgetti]

Lottie x reader where instead of Lottie getting beat up by Shauna, the reader gets beat up. And then Lottie gets really clingy

The Wild

Lottie x fem!reader (currently unnamed) but I was thinking of turning this into a series, possibly having reader take on a prominent role within the group after this and exploring her and Lottie’s relationship.

Warnings: Shauna beating the shit out of you, Lottie’s wilderness yabadabadoo, reader isblowkey depresses and hopeless

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“You’re all fucking insane!” Shauna shouted, her eyes wide, with pupils dialated. Her voice broke as she yelled, her vocal cords raspy with rage and frustration. She’d been out for two days, the trauma of the birth weighing on her now weak body. Several of the girls had tried to calm her, but she’d only pushed them away. Shauna clawed at Nat, who hissed in response, releasing her hands from Shauna.

“Fuck!” Nat cursed, holding her arm.

“What the fuck is she on?” One of the girl murmured from the corner. You shot them a look, warning them to stop.

“Knock it off Mari,” Van spoke quietly as to not anger Shauna further. Mari shut up, scooting closer to Melissa in the corner.

Lottie took a step forward, holding her hand out to Shauna, in an attempt to tame the girl across from her. “Shauna, you need to calm down, okay? You gave birth, your body can’t handle—”

“Fuck you, Lottie. You’re insane. All of you are insane!”

“That’s good, Shauna. That’s good, let it out,” Lottie encouraged, nodding her head.

A wave of unease settled on you, your gut sinking. You felt as if you could throw up right then and there. You looked at Lottie, silently pleading her to drop it. She caught your eye, and you shot her a look— don’t poke the fucking bear Lottie.

She turned away, looking back to Shauna. Shauna’s face contorted to anger, pulling her fist back before slugging Lottie on her left cheek. The sound of bones and flesh colliding filled the room, multiple girls gasping at Shauna’s animalistic reaction.

Van lunged towards Shauna, pulling her back. Shauna turned her head, biting Van on her hand. Shauna got up, looking Lottie dead in the eye.

“Agh! She fucking bit me!” Van hissed, drawing her hand back in pain. Taissa ran to her aid, helping her up. The room had split, half of the girls gathering behind Van, and the others behind you and Lottie to watch.

“It’s okay Shauna… let it out.”

Shauna let out a war cry as she leaped to attack Lottie.

“Hey!” You intervened, stepping between Shauna and Lottie. “What the fuck has gotten into you two? Into all of you? You’re just going to let Shauna hit her? You’re all just— just going to stand around and watch like… like fucking animals? That’s bullshit!” Nobody spoke, silence enveloping the room in a familiar grasp. Shauna said nothing, her nostrils flaring as she listened to you.

You scoffed, shaking your head at the others. You turned to Lottie, looking her in the eyes. “Punishing yourself for what happened to Shauna won’t make it better… you don’t need to pay the price.”

“Someone does.” She whispered.

You sucked on your cheeks, biting until you tasted iron. “Fine.” You turned to Shauna, the group’s eyes on you. “Hit me.” Some of the girls exchanged glances, debating if your act was heroic or suicidal. The sight was almost poetic: Shauna on one side, Lottie on the other. You could tell they thought you were crazy. “You can’t just take it out on all of us, Shauna. You have to let it. Come on, hit me.”

Taissa shook her head in disbelief, rubbing her temples. “She’s not gonna—”

Shauna’s arm slung towards you, her knuckles hitting the corner of your jaw. She stood still, the silence echoing. It was quiet, the girls watching Shauna. You closed your eyes, tensing your jaw to ease the pain. Shauna hesitated for a second before kicking you in the gut, causing you to hunch over in pain. You gasped in pain, holding your stomach. She shoved you pack, your position causing you to fall over.

Everyone watched in horror as she kicked you, hitting your body relentlessly. She slammed her fists down, bruising your body rapidly. Hit after hit, bruise after cut. You let out a groan, your hands grasping for something to cling on to. She screamed, pulling at your clothes and slamming you back onto the cabin’s floors. You closed your eyes, your body begging you to fight back.

Voices echoed throughout the room, ringing through your head. You closed your eyes, the image of home flooding your vision. The punches stopped, and the pain fled your body, a cool feeling prickling at your skin. For the first time in months, when you opened your eyes, home was still there.

“Mom?” You whispered. She leaned forward, pressing a hand to your face. You closed your eyes, smiling at the touch. You were at peace, putting your hand on top of hers in a state of pure bliss. Freedom. She stood up, walking away from you. Your brows furrowed, watching her walk away. “Mom?” You went to move your arm, but it was frozen in its spot. “Mom! Mom!” You yelled, reaching towards her. “Mom!” You shouted.

As you lunged forward, reaching out to stop her, but in front of you was the wall of the cabin attic. You were breathing heavily, watching the wall. A sharp pain in your back and bruises on your body welcomed you back. Your head still hang, and your moment of peace was gone. Your face fell at the familiar sight. You turned to your right, seeing the gentle snow fall outside the window. You let out a choked sob, the hope escaping your body like an exhalation of breath. You looked down, your legs littered with purple and yellow bruises. You leaned forward, poking one gently. You had to make sure you weren’t dreaming. You hissed at the pain, pulling your feet back.

“You’re awake,” you heard from across the attic. Lottie. She stood in the door frame, watching you. Her hand dropped from the frame, falling alongside her body in a wave like motion. In her other hand was a bucket, a sponge soaking inside. She knelt down beside you, resting her hand on your knee. She closed her eyes, letting out a gentle hum. “You’ll be okay.”

She gently pulled your blanket back, encouraging you to rid yourself of excessive layers.

You had no reason to believe her words, but her eyes beckoned you in, wrapping around you like the surrounding wilderness. “How… long was I gone?” You asked. Gone felt like the appropriate word. You hadn’t escaped or left, or simply rested your body; you had simply gone. And now you were back.

She squeezed the sponge, wringing the excess liquid out into the bucket below. She gently lifted your arm, rubbing the cool water over your skin. You shivered, and she gently cooed you, continuing to rinse away the sweat that had clung to your body during the night.

“Three days,” she whispered, rubbing the sponge along your back. It no longer ached. “They thought you wouldn’t make it, but... I told them you would,” she laughed happily, a proud smile on her face. “I told them the wilderness was in you. You’re a healer— you healed Shauna,” she smiled.

Your brows furrowed, your head shaking. The ends of your hair clung to the wetness of your body.

“Look at you,” she encouraged gently, scooting the bucket towards you.

You allowed the water to settle as you peered down, watching as your face settled in the pool of water. Not a scratch on your face. You looked back at Lottie, your eyes staying true to what you were feeling. By the hits Shauna had landed, your face should’ve been mutilated.

“It’s in you,” she spoke suddenly. You looked up, your eyes meeting across the bucket. “The wilderness. You have the wild.”

You didn’t have a goddamn thing.

[lexxxrated]

you know what I can’t get outta my mind? an image of one of the marauders fucking you and during it the others walk in. and instead of like being taken aback or anything, they just walk in and do stuff like normal. they talk with the one fucking you, ask about specific things.

but I have a feeling if it were James. The ones walking in the room would tease and get him all subby 🩵😁

Sirius:

You were so lost in the rhythmic way Sirius' hips were slapping against yours as he held your head back by your hair wrapped around his fist that you hadn't even heard the door to the boys dormitory open.

"Oi, Pads; what'd you get on the herbology assignment?" James called suddenly; your elbows and knees nearly gave out in surprise but one of Sirius' hands were gripping your hip bone punishingly and the other still had your hair, keeping you upright as his thrusts never slowed.

"Outstanding." Sirius said with a breathless chuckle, no doubt shooting a salacious wink at his friends.

"Bloody hell." Peter muttered miserably as you heard his bag fall to the floor. "I'm going to fail herbology."

Sirius let go of your hair, allowing your face to fall forward where you stationed it between your elbows, relishing in the feeling of him slowing his thrusts down slightly before draping his body protectively over your back. "Sorry gorgeous, are you almost done or do you wanna stop?" He whispered into your shoulder, rolling his hips softly as his cock hit that spot perfectly with each thrust.

You could only manage a small whimper at that, causing Sirius to chuckle.

"You okay with a show?"

You nodded quickly, pushing your hips back into Sirius' causing him to let out a bark of laughter as he straightened himself back up and returned to his punishing pace, reaching a hand underneath you to rub circles over your clit.

"Oh, and hi Y/N." Remus called; smirk evident in his voice as he sat on his own bed.

"Looking good, beautiful." James added as Peter wolf-whistled at you.

Remus:

Your were muttering nonsensically as Remus worked to position himself just right; both your legs thrown over his shoulders as he thrusted in and out of you.

No matter that you'd already cum three times, no matter that quidditch practice was going to be over any damn minute, he wanted another.

"Come on, baby girl; help me out here." He teased, lifting your hips up with ease and allowing him to sink that much deeper into you as he finally found the spot he was looking for.

He was alerted to this discovery by your answering cry of pleasure.

"There we go; fucking look at you, you're bloody perfect." He grunted as he picked up his pace, pressing placating kisses to your calves.

"Told you he'd still be going at it." Sirius said with a smirk, causing you to whip your head over to see Sirius and James standing in the door way still adorned in their quidditch kits.

"How many galleons was that, Pads?" Peter asked as he followed in behind them, not bothered at all that one of his best mates was currently balls deep inside their girlfriend - literally.

"Five, Petey boy." He said with a grin, causing James to huff as he started digging in his school trunk.

The thought of anyone talking about you, thinking about you, or imagining you in such a state resulted in a possessive growl to vibrate from Remus' chest as he strengthened his grip on your hips, thrusting that much harder into your cunt.

James chuckled at that. "I don't think you won this bet, Pads. You bet on Remus - that right there is Moony."

James:

James was half way through sucking another mark onto your chest when the door to the dormitory opened with a flourish.

"My, my Prongsie boy; what have we here?" Sirius called as he moved to stand beside James' bed, looking over the two of your bodies tangled together with an expression somewhere between excitement and teasing.

"Taking care of your girl, James?" Remus cooed tauntingly, leaning against the other bedpost and shooting you a wink.

James huffed as he hid his face in your chest.

"Oh don't get shy now, Jamie, you can do better than that, yeah?" Sirius continued.

"Would you leave the poor sod alone." Peter called as he fell backwards onto his own bed. "You're going to turn him into a pile of goo."

Remus tsked as he shook his head. "Can't have that, can we James? Y/N deserves better."

"Has he been a good boy for you, gorgeous?" Sirius asked solemnly.

You chuckled, causing your walls to tighten on James' cock and eliciting a breathy groan from his lips. "The best boy." You answered.

Both Remus and Sirius awed at that. "Hear that, Jamie? You've been the best boy." Sirius said into James' ear as he examined the marks he'd left on your chest.

"Go on bubs, prove her right." Remus added before he moved towards his own bed; eyes still trained on your tangled forms as James lifted his head and quicken the pace of his thrusts.

[chrisbesitos]

彡 chris sturniolo. ୭෧

彡 matt sturniolo. ୭෧

彡 madison beer. ୭෧

[thatfriendlyanon]

the mourner's almanac: a poetry collection || releasing april 25th, 2025

No one teaches you how to grieve a living thing. The Mourner's Almanac is my attempt to make sense of the losses I have walked through, grappling with intangible deaths and the absences they leave behind. Through these poems, I explore mentors leaving, families breaking, friendships decaying, and the weight of mental illness. But no matter how many graves I dig, I keep finding flowers breaking through the earth. For every lament I sing, there is also the echo of birdsong. So while this collection is an elegy of sorts, it is also just as full of the beautiful things that persist despite life's losses: companionship, healing, creation, hope. May this collection be a quiet companion through grief and a gentle reminder of the life that still grows beneath the soil. I am no expert of mourning, but I know this much: spring is on its way.

will be available for purchase on amazon

[justawritterwithideas]

law in pink | s.r

♡ previous part | next part ♡

summary: A case takes them to Massachusetts, where you are reunited with your past and the people who carry it.

warnings: a bit of jealousy on Spencer's part, though overall nothing so far in this part.

this story is spencer reid (season 7) x ssa elle woods!reader

words: 1,185 words.

a/n: after a while, I finally bring you the third part of law in pink, the truth is that I've been wandering a lot about what to write, but I finally found it. I want to point out that this "chapter" will be divided in two or three parts (I'm not sure yet), to reward you for your time. Without anything else to add, thanks for reading.

Working in the FBI field always ended up surprising you.

Not because every day was a new adventure, with new cases that could border on the edge of human sanity, but because it could bring you face to face with people from your past.

A new case had dragged you to Massachusetts, where you saw old faces you recognized on your way to the police station.

The conversation with Emily was what was stealing your attention, and even more so when it was about one of the topics you dealt with the most, besides the criminal code, and that was hair care. You had recommended a new product to the woman and she was talking to you about how good her hair looked, it even looked shinier than usual from both perspectives.

"I know! Plus, it's not tested on animals and their products are 100% natural, it's like a little bit of paradise in your hands." You commented sipping from your coffee, placed your bag to the side as you watched Spencer walk in with a folder in his hands and well focused on it.

It was no secret that after his gift it had caused the two of you to connect a little more than usual, and everyone could tell with the little love language gestures you each had on each side, like how every morning you gave him his coffee the way he liked it because you had memorized them or how he took care to save you a spot next to him on the jet where the sunlight would hit so your skin would get the vitamin D it needed for the day.

You quickly pushed away the chair that was in front of the map the opposite had drawn up and watched him sit down, returning to your conversation with Emily. Spencer thanked you with a silent gesture, causing you to smile as you listened intently to Emily converse about the difference in her hair from week to week.

But, their conversation was interrupted as Derek and J.J were entering the room with a box of donuts.

"The breakfast express had just arrived, ladies... And Spencer." The smell of frying and sugar made you immediately turn to the table to see that they had found just the donuts you had been chatting about a couple of days ago.

"Are those the gluten-free donuts? I haven't seen them in years, they look just as delicious as when I was here." Your voice let out a soft sound of joy, approaching the one glazed with pink and had a flower drawn on top. "These are the best donuts you'll ever taste, and it's also suitable for the gluten intolerant."

The sweet taste of the donut made you stir as you brought a hand to your mouth in surprise, it was as if the past had just slapped you in the face.

You turned in the direction of Spencer, who looked quite immersed in his work.

"Spencie." The man looked up at your call. You brought the doughnut close to his face and smiled, letting the scent of your 'Miss Dior' perfume permeate his nose. "Try it."

"Ah, no thank you. I am at the moment somewhat busy, Y/N..." His hand was trying to push yours away, plus you kept watching him with that look that caused Spencer to give you the whole world. "B-besides! I'm faithful to my chocolate donut with sprinkles-"

"With sprinkles on top... Come on, Spencer, I'm not asking you to eat it all, just taste it."

The tasting-not tasting fight they were carrying on was interrupted when Hotch walked in where his face showed quite a bit of annoyance.

"What's going on, Hotch?"

"The suspect's lawyer is in the interrogation room." Commented Rossi, who simply modulated 'he's a jerk'.

"He's coming to talk to us now." Finished Hotch, who was heading straight for a cup of coffee but didn't quite reach for it when a rather annoying voice interrupted him.

You didn't know if it was your imagination or the memories of that place that made you cough, the smell of expensive cologne and mint made you push the donut away from your hands. You set it down on a napkin, listening as it echoed back to that voice that once spoke honeyed words to you.

"Agents, a pleasure. I'm defense attorney, Warner Huntington III."

Where was the closest place to hide from that character? You thought, but you wouldn't let the man you used to call "teddy bear" get you down at that moment.

" Lawyer Huntington, this is the BAU team. Agent Rossi, Morgan, Jareau, Prentiss, Dr. Reid and Agent Woods."

Your gaze connected with Warner's, who let out a gasp of surprise at the sight of you.

"Y/N... Wow, it's been a while, darli-"

"It's good to see you, Attorney Huntington." You commented as you watched him from your position.

You watched him approach you, plus Spencer's body made it so he couldn't take any more steps than intended, well... Spencer's leg was the one that separated you, as he stretched his legs out, separating you both just enough so that nothing of your bodies would rub together in any way.

A safe distance for both of them, thanks to Spencer.

"You two know each other?" J.J. asked, who watched intrigued.

"We were coupl-"

"We were part of the same Harvard Law generation, actually. We both graduated, but we took different paths." You lied in front of them, and they could read it when Warner's face grimaced.

It was clear that the two of you had a bond that was more than close, but the way you didn't want them to find out was the answer to resolving that which the others had to find out until you decided to talk about it.

"Rather, both of us-"

"Counselor, what exactly is the reason you're here?" asked Spencer, who watched from his position, with that feigned smile you already knew how to distinguish.

"Ah, yes. I was coming to introduce myself as the defense attorney, as well as discuss the legal issues surrounding my client." He turned to look at Hotch, who was drinking from his cup with that face that the situation displeased him. "I'd like to discuss a few things with Agent Woods, since we both graduated from Harvard and have the same degree from-"

"Actually, Agent Prentiss is also a Criminal Justice graduate, you could discuss with her along with Dr. Reid in addition to Agent Woods."

The way Hotch had cut Warner off made you let out a small chuckle, thanking in the direction of the major, who was simply giving you a discreet wink.

"Yeah, right. Three's better than one, you're right." Warner's voice wavered a bit before he opened his mouth again. "Good, then I'll come by later to discuss these details, they're calling me from the firm, excuse me."

Silence immediately settled in the room, but before they could blurt anything out, you immediately turned in everyone's direction and blurted out.

"I have a good explanation for this, I promise."

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a lot of love, alme. ❀

[aniesvision]

hi sweetheart! would you write mads x f!reader decorating for christmas? love ur writing sm btw

୨୧ 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕- 𝑴𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑩𝒆𝒆𝒓

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑, 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆

𝚊/𝚗: 𝒕𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕! 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒊'𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 ☆ 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 ♡︎ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆!!

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒇

🎀🎀🎀

-Okay, a little bit to the left. -I say, watching Mads place the final star on our christmas tree.

When it was in the right spot, I smiled, gave her a thumbs-up, and helped her jump out of the couch. She took a few steps back and jumped in excitement.

-It looks so pretty!

I giggle at her, nodding in agreement and wrapping my arms around her waist.

-Almost as pretty as you. -I kiss her cheek, making her blush slightly.

I love seeing how I still can make her blush.

-You're corny. -She hugs me, resting her head on my shoulder.

-You love it.

We separated to light up the tree and make sure all the other decorations were in order. It was the first time we were going to celebrate the holiday together, and we wanted to keep it simple. We called a few close friends to dinner and were just going to enjoy each other's presence for the rest of the night.

She decided to go change and I took the opportunity to get the presents I bought her and spread them under the tree, waiting for her to come back on the couch, pretending nothing happened.

-I'm readyy. -She steps into the room, with a singing voice, gasping when she sees the amount of decorated boxes under the tree that weren't there just minutes ago.

-You didn't! -She places each hand on her hips, looking at me with her head tilted to the side and narrowed eyes.

-Huh, how strange, I think someone broke into our house and left you presents. -I joke, walking to her with a smile.

-Baby, we said no presents! That's not fair, I didn't buy you anything. -She pouts, wrapping her arms around my waist.

-I know, but you deserve it. And I don't need any presents, you're already the best gift the universe could give me, I don't need anything else.

She smiles, pecking my lips and hugging me tightly.

-I love you, I'll give you something later.

I giggle, pulling away from her and smacking her ass playfully.

-I can't refuse that.

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[gublersangell]

Spencelle

edited to hayloft || by mother mother

[cal-flakes]

Hello! Could you write something where reader and rafe are together for a while and completely obsessed with each other.. one day someone new to the island makes a negative comment about them and rafe hears about it

got a couple hurt/comfort requests so here u go xxx

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— laughter and embers from the log fire filled the air, comfortable sounds of waves crashing mixed with chatter, from everyone, from all sides of the island could be heard. and it made your heart swell.

but not nearly as much as the sight of your ever so gloomy boyfriend smiling; that’s right ladies and gentleman, rafe cameron had a smile on his face, a rare sight to behold. and it only made yours bigger, so much so that your cheeks hurt.

you sat comfortably on his lap, strong arms keeping you in places while he conversed with the other kooks, occasionally pressing the odd kiss to your shoulder, until you excused yourself. “m’gonna get another drink, want one?” you cooed, raking your manicured nails through the tiny growth of his buzzed hair. “m’all good kid, hold on— i’ll come with you”

after a minor dispute, nothing harmful, just his usual protectiveness kicking in, he finally agreed to let you go alone, seeing as it was ‘only over there’ you’d whined. you were a big girl, you could do things by yourself.

and you did, and yet, you’d come back sniffling. “hey—hey! c’mere, what’s wrong?” rafe almost shouted, heart beating at the sight of you, mascara smeared around your under eyes, nose red from running. shaking your head, you snuggled into his chest, desperately avoiding his prying gaze, yet only managed to draw more attention. “use your words alright? can’t help if i don’t know what’s going on kid” he sighed, pulling you from his chest and taking your chin in his hand.

“c-called me a stuck up bitch” you spluttered, struggling to catch your breath while rafe’s caught in his throat. it was like a switch, something going off in his mind as the words left your mouth. “who? tell me who angel”

“jj— he stopped me at the drinks bar”

“maybank, course it was fuckin’ maybank” he muttered, hands squeezing your face scarily tight, causing you to wince. “shit, m’sorry kid” he hummed, pressing a hard kiss to your chin before standing up, placing you in his warmed seat. “top— c’mon man, kelce— you keep an eye on her, alright?” he instructed, eyes avoiding your tearful gaze, not wanting your sweet little pout to distract him from what was about to go down.

“no—no rafe! please, jus’ sit with me, s’fine” you cried out, reaching for his arm as he began pulling away. turning back round, he knelt to your level— taking your face between his palms.

“listen angel, i love you— i really do, and that’s why he can’t get away with this, m’kay?”

[mcncherii]

🖇️ 𖥻 [ domestic with Carlos Sainz ! ]

He was the one who proposed the idea of a home date. Carlos ended up cooking a main course, accompanied with a bottle of wine for you to spend the night together. It ended up with some cuddles and kisses on the couch while jazz music was playing in the background as you talk about yours and his day.

▬▭ ♡‌ ⩇⩇ 𝓔 lle's radio 📼

First post here! Quite glad with how it turned out to be honest.

[nomorespahgetti]

Shauna with reader who only feels safe with her after the crash? Possibly clingy reader

Ofc ofc ofc

Shauna Shipman x clingy!femreader headcanons

Shauna is still at the point where she’s avoiding Jackie, subsequently spending more time with you

You spend most of your time out in the woods together, going ‘scavenging’ for the group, but using it as a time to talk and for you to get away from the rest of the group

If Shauna does something, you’re there beside her.

You’re her excuse to avoid Jackie, and she’s more than happy to spend every minute at your side. She enjoys having something to bitch with about everyone.

The only reason she’d ever snap at you is if you try to ask if she’s going to make up with Jackie/tell her she’s pregnant.

“I wouldn’t be asking you to tell her if she wasn’t constantly nagging me about it. Jackie, Tai, and— and everyone else keeps coming up to me, Shauna! I don’t know what to do, they keep asking me questions about you that I don’t know how to answer!” “It’s not like I’m forcing you to follow me around all the time! There’s, like, fifteen other people you could be following around right now. You don’t always need to cling to me like a fucking baby!” “Fuck you, Shauna.”

Everything she’d say to you would be a self projection of what she fears Jackie sees her as, and feels super shitty about yelling at you. You’d have moved your sleeping bag away from hers, facing the other direction. All the others would notice, immediately knowing that something’s off based off the fact that you’re alone and not next to Shauna.

“Jesus, Shauna… the fuck did you do?” And of course she’d be red in the face and feel embarrassed by lashing out on you, the only one to listen to her bitching the entire time.

[lexxxrated]

bottom james has consumed my waking thougts.

imagine him all needy and fucked out and just begging

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ok I know you said bottom but when I read this I saw this scene in my head so he's less bottom and more sub - hope that's okay xx

You fought to catch your breath as you released your iron grip from James' broad shoulders and moved them down to massage at his chest.

His eyes were screwed shut as he breathed out of his mouth - glasses long gone and hair far more wild than you'd ever seen before...no thanks to you.

He had been such a good boy and was so excited that you couldn't help but give him everything he possibly asked for; and the fucked-out look on his face proved it was all worth it.

You leaned down to press a kiss to the space between his brows, his nose, a gentle one to his lips and then his chest before you shifted in an attempt to get off of him.

It was as if you'd awoken him from death when his hands gripped your hips nearly punishingly and he let out a pitiful whimper.

"Please."

"Please what, baby?" You cooed, returning your hands to his chest to rub soothing circles into his damp skin.

"Don't go." He begged. "Please, stay here; stay with me?"

He looked like he was close to tears before you bent down again to pepper kisses across his face. "I wasn't going to go far, my love."

He huffed again and tried to encourage you closer yet - as if he wasn't still nestled deep inside you.

"Don't go at all; don't go anywhere. Need you so bad, please?"

"I'm right here, Jamie." You assured him, pressing a loving kiss to his chin as you lowered your self onto him and he wrapped his arms around you. "All yours."

The only sign you received that he'd heard you at all was the way his arms tightened around you.

[chrisbesitos]

⸝⸝ christmas with madison through the years.

⌗ warnings: fluff.

⸝⸝ it's finally christmas, your favorite holiday ever. in christmas you can decorate the house and the tree with cute ornaments, buy gifts for your family and friends and bake gingerbread cookies. you just love the christmas magic. this year you're feeling a little bit anxious and excited, because it's the first time you spend christmas dating someone and you have to buy a gift for her.

you've been dating madison for six months, you met at the library you work at, she was looking for a new book and you were right there to help her. since then, she kept going to the library just to see you, she wanted to ask you on a date, but you were too shy and always running away from her until the day she waited for you to leave and you two went to take some coffee in a cozy cafeteria. you started to date after some weeks hanging out, she's a superstar, traveling around the world to make shows and you were there all the time, cheering for her at the backstage.

you bought her a gift some days before you fly home to spend christmas with your family, you and madison planned to bake some cookies and give each other gifts under the christmas tree.

"can you pass the sugar, lovie?" madison asks. she was mixing the cookie dough, you were helping with the ingredients, since you're not a big fan of getting your hands dirty. you look for the sugar in the balcony and pass to your girlfriend.

"here." you say. sitting on the balcony, your legs swinging and your feet covered with fluff socks, you watch madison mix the dough until it's property to bake. "what you bought to me?"

"you're gonna know when you open it." madison says. you sigh, making a pout on your lips, madison giggles. "don't be too impatient, lovie."

"fine, i'll wait." you huff, madison smiles.

once the cookies were ready, you made some hot chocolate and filled two mugs with the liquid and some marshmallows. you two sat on the rug next to the christmas tree, the gifts were under it totally wrapped with a colourful wrapping paper. you and madison wearing pink corny sweaters.

"can we open now?" you ask, your mouth full of warm cookies. madison giggles and nods, picking the box under the tree and handling it to you. you shake the box next to your ear, trying to guess what's inside.

"no, no. don't shake it, you're gonna break!" madison says, holding your hands to stop you. she breaks in laughs and you apologize with a guilty smile. you unwrap the gift and open the box, your lips lean into a bright smile as you see what's inside.

"oh gosh, baby! this is so beautiful." you feel your eyes getting glassy and your nose burning, you gently grab your gift inside the box. a globe with a ballerina inside and you almost break it by shaking the box. "i love it, thank you. thank you." you whisper, admiring the globe with tenderness.

"i know you love your snow globes collection, when i saw this one i had to buy it for you." madison says, holding her hot chocolate mug. you look at her with tears in her eyes, madison coos and rest the mug aside. "no, lovie. don't cry." madison cups your cheeks, brushing her thumbs on them to clean your tears. she kisses your lips, brushing her nose against yours. "i'm glad your like it."

"the best gift, i really love it, baby." you say, smiling softly. you blink your eyes to stop the tears and pick your gift to madison. "here, hope you like it. it's not the best gift, but– but i thought you were like it, but it's okay if you're not–" madison shut you with a kiss.

"stop overthinking, lovie." madison giggles softly. she unwraps the wrapping paper, a tiny blue box and madison opens and widens her eyes. "y/n, that's so beautiful. where did you found this?" madison says, a perfect baby blue music box, she opens and the music sounded softly and a tiny horse spinning in the middle. "lovie, i really love it."

"i found it in an antiquary, i thought you were like it." you say softly, madison's lips leans into a big smile and she hugs your body. you rest your chin on her shoulder, pressing your nose against her neck, inhaling her scent.

"i love it so much, lovie. thank you so much." madison whispers, she looks at you and presses your lips together. "merry christmas, i love you."

"merry christmas, baby. i love you."

͝ ⏝𝅄︶ ͝ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ͝ ︶𝅄⏝ ͝

⸝⸝ christmas morning, you lazily open your eyes hearing your baby daughter calling for you, she's sounding really excited. it's christmas morning, santa has been here and she can wait to see what her got from him.

"mommy, mommy! it's christmas, mommy!" ivy says, jumping in the bed while she's trying to wake her mothers. madison giggles gently, her eyes already open watching their daughter's happiness over the holiday. some years ago, you and madison celebrate the christmas before, because you wouldn't spend the holiday in Los Angeles, but now you have your own family with madison.

"honey, be careful. you're gonna hurt your mom and your baby brother." madison says softly, her voice sounding rasp. you yawn stretching out your arms, ivy stop jumping and sit in the middle of you two, her little eyes filled with happiness and her hair all over her face. you tug the strands behind her ears, brushing your thumb on her pink cheek.

"mama, santa came here!" ivy says to madison, holding her mama's hand, trying to pull her out of the bed. you chuckle, opening a gentle smile, rubbing your swollen belly. "let's see it, hurry!"

"fine, honey. we're going, we're going." you say, carefully lifting and helping your daughter. madison touches the floor with her barefoot, walking after you and ivy, going downstairs to see what santa left to ivy. the house was fully decorated with christmas ornaments, the christmas tree decorated by you, madison and ivy. you took a picture of your baby daughter puting the big star in the tree.

last night, after madison put ivy in bed, you and her ate the cookies and tiny carrots left for christmas and the reindeer, madison made some footprints with flour on the floor. you and madison always make the best to your daughter for christmas, nothing melts your heart more than see her happy.

"look, footprints!" ivy screams, pointing to the flour — actually, snow — footprints on the ground. you gasp, her contagious happiness making you and your wife feel proud. "wow, too many gifts for me!"

"really, honey? that's awesome!" madison says, kneeling down behind ivy. you sit on the couch, watching your baby daughter unwrap her gifts from santa. "this one is big, don't you think?"

"santa left a lot of gifts for you, hun. did you like it?" you ask, smiling softly.

"i love it, mommy!" ivy says happily. "look, this one has miles' name, is for him." she handles the gift to you and you hold it with your eyebrows frowned, you have no idea of what this gift is. madison bought for your baby boy a couple days, you're almost giving birth, you're belly is so big that your christmas pajamas couldn't fit anymore.

"open, lovie. let's see what santa got for him." madison says, rubbing your belly. you smile softly with tears pricking in your eyes, you always were a cry baby and with the pregnancy hormones you feel even more sensible. you unwrap the gift, revealing a white box, you open it and coos when you saw it.

"oh, baby. a little sheep!" you say, picking the jellycat and showing the plushie to your wife and daughter. "miles gonna love it, thank you." you whisper to madison, pressing your lips together.

"merry christmas, lovie. thank you for our family." madison says, hugging your waist.

⌗ author's note: i love christmas so much and i love madison even more. <3

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[yoomimain]

I feel like dating Vinnie would be extremely domestic.

going jewelry shopping with him, helping him pick out new rings and earrings and teasing him about getting a new piercing. buying groceries with him, trying to plan meals as you went but inevitably buying way more than you intended. doing simple tasks together; brushing your teeth, switching the laundry, cooking and washing dishes. movie nights with every blanket in the house and half the pantry's worth of snacks, both of you only making it halfway through the second movie before you were knocked out. laying in bed together at night, whispering despite being the only ones in the house, giggling and smiling and kissing. waking up when the sun streams in through the blinds, his arms wrapped securely around you, his soft breath against the back of your neck, his chest rising and falling gently.

I need him so bad I'm gonna cry :(