#one day…when i write their first kiss…we will all see…

[fleuriion]

✦ Season of Love

ノ When the flowers started blooming back as the scent of spring slithers back into our body, whereas the season of love has just begun.

♡ What I think the current Chrysos Heirs' love languages are ⸝⸝ gn reader ⸝⸝ wc: 957

✦ Note ; beware of spelling mistakes and grammar error due to english not being my first language T_T ⸝⸝ while this writing was meant to be romantic, you can take it however you like! (platonic or romantic.) ⸝⸝ I won't write for Tribbios in this one! ⸝⸝ I apologize if they're ooc because this is my first time writing them

♡ Phainon, The Hero ノ Words of Affirmation ⸝⸝ Acts of Service (Physical Touch might work for him too,,)

For whatever reason it is, I see Phainon as the kind of guy to shower you with compliments that you totally deserve while carrying all the stuff you were struggling to carry with ease. Would always get down on one knee and kiss your knuckles like they're a treasure for him (Like you yourself isn't a treasure he holds dear already), if not that then bridal carries you.

Phainon is protective of you; you could trip and get a scar that is barely a scratch on your being and he would get into a teary-eyed dramatic frenzy panic. You can many times assure him that you are very much okay and he will still worry dead for you.

"Are you okay?! Do you need me to carry you up?! Should we go see a doctor?!?-" "Phainon, it's just a scratch."

Overall a massive head over heels sweetheart that is afraid of losing his loved one and would give his life away to protect you <3

♡ Aglaea, The Weaver ノ Gifts Giving ⸝⸝ Quality Time Okay I know this might not sound like it makes sense, but imagine juuust imagine Aglaea making clothes and/or accessories that reminds her of you and then gifting them to you. She will come across a fabric and then once it reminds her of you, even for the tiniest things ever, she will start sewing and sewing and then boom, an entire set for you just the next day standing at the corner of your room.

Aside from bathing together, Aglaea loves hearing your voice. As a demigod with a duty to protect Okhema, she will obviously be busy and that's no doubt, but she will somehow always leave a room in her busy schedule for you. For you, she will even endure the stupidest of the stupidest questions ever.

"Aglaea, what if the golden blood in the Chrysos Heir's bath is actually piss?" "Yes, My Dear."

You might be an idiot, but you're her idiot <3

♡ Mydeimos, The Undying ノ Acts of Service ⸝⸝ Gifts Giving It's no doubt that the crown prince of Castrum Kremnos prefers to let his actions speak for him because words have failed him multiple times already. While he may not verbally express his love for you much, Mydei would slay a god for you and hand you their heart as a gift. I'm just kidding, he's not just a hot headed brute. But, still, he will give you gifts that reminds him of you, or just things you like generally. Oh you were walking together and he heard you gushing over something of your interest? You will find that same said thing the next day you wake up placed on your nightstand.

Mydei will remember things about you, even ones that are tiny and useless. He will remember the precise number of the plushies in your room and your breakfast routine if you tell him. Would tag you along to have a bite at the restaurant that serves his favourite pancake, and would let you know that he actually likes the pink in his pomegranate juice. While Mydei becomes more gentle with you around, he also gets extra protective of you, by nature. Nobody really mess with you unless they have a death wish because of this.

"What? No no! Mydei is actually super nice! You just need to get to know him to see that side." *radiates passively agressive aura*

By the end, Mydei softens around you like a lion turning into a house-cat. His sarcastic remarks stays though! <3 /hj

♡ Castorice, Servant of Death ノ Quality Time ⸝⸝ Words of Affirmation Due to her curse, Castorice has been deprived of physical contacts for so long throughout her life. She is well aware of this, and because of it too, makes sure you physically keep your distance away from her at least a little. Not because she has any grudges against you obviously! The Servant, in fact, loves you very very much and deeply wishes she could hold you and vice versa. When it comes to this, Castorice makes a plushie resembling you for her to hold at hard times.

While she's incapable of touching you in fear of sending you to the not-so-sweet embrace of death, Castorice loves spending time with you. You two could sit under the white gazebo nestled at the garden of Marmoreal Palace, and she would tell you all sorts of story revolving around the history of the Titans and more. If not that, then she will make accessories together with you. Aside from that, Castorice showers you with sweet words that she wishes you know of too.

"[Name], I sincerely hope you are aware of just how blessed I am to be in your presence.." "I love you too, Castorice."

Castorice might be cursed with the touch of death, but just by your existence had the burden on her shoulders be lifted off slightly and The Servant is very grateful of it <3

[spacegyaru]

DON'T LOOK AT IT! PT. 3

your phone got lost for some reasons. the following day, the sex tape you made with your boyfriend (rin, isagi, chigiri) was all around the internet. how would they react?

cw: r18+, mdni! mentions of sex tape and implied sex. humiliation. mirror sex on chigiri’s part + angst. somewhat angst and comfort. a little bit toxic from rin’s part!

a/n: this is the last part!! unfortunately, i don’t have that much energy to continue this series further and might start writing for another idea 😭🥺i hope u guys understand!!

masterlist | part 1 (shidou, kaiser, bachira, & sae) | part 2 (reo, nagi, hiyori, otoya, and yukimiya)

rin itoshi:

sorry to tell you guys, but his gf has to be a little bratty and naughty enough to provoke him into making a sex tape. i imagine him doing it out of jealousy, he wanna make you moan his name loud while he takes you all-fours and biting your neck a little bit. all after seeing how isagi was being a little bit too friendly towards you.

and that's exactly what people saw on the video. you remember your phone being pickpocketed while you were out for a shopping. when it got lost, rin scolded you a little bit, and reminding you of the video you guys made. you were the one who insisted that he shouldn’t think too much cuz ya boi was overthinking. but his hunches and gut feeling prevailed. the next few days, your name was all over the news.

rin’s team worked on the damage control. he was hesitant to post a public apology, but he did anyways. unlike his brother who has a ‘idgaf’ attitude, rin cares a lot; he cares a lot about his image and your image too. it’s just plainly embarrassing for him.

when you started isolating yourself due to the humiliation you were going thru, rin tried to comfort you.he was never good with words and may have appeared harsh the way he said it, but you knew what he truly meant. you gave him a hug and a kiss due to his attempt to comfort you.

“babe, i know how much you hated it whenever i say ‘i told you so’ so i’ll try not to make you feel worse. but try not to worry about what other people say. don’t check your phone too much. it doesn't matter what they think. what matters most is what we think of each other .”

yoichi isagi:

fuck, even i am wondering. how did this guy have a sex tape? well, it was your idea, but you didn’t think that your bf, isagi, would be super into it. both of you ended up making two-three sex tapes together. at first, it was embarrassing for him. but then once he’s inside you, he gets all pussy drunk and hell breaks. all that can be heard in the background was the loud bed creaks, along with your moans and his groans. your legs are all over the place, while he held your thighs. the lights were a bit dim, but both of your faces were visible.

the following week, you lost your phone while you were sightseeing all alone. you didn’t think that much of it. but the following day, that very same video you created with isagi, was all over the internet. both of your names were mentioned in twitter and apparently, he was placed in trending.

although isagi was very much embarrassed by what happened, he never blamed you for it. he asked his team to focus on the damage control while he released a public apology, addressing what happened. he explained that you lost your phone while on a trip, and are now taking the proper measures to track whoever did spread the video. isagi couldn’t stop apologizing. everyone knew how harsh he speaks whenever he’s at football matches but this time, he seemed like a dorky apologetic machine.

when isagi realized how humiliated you seemed to be, he immediately prepared a romantic dinner for the both of you, buying some wine and steak for the both of you to enjoy. he also bought a bouquet of flowers for you. then he rented a private ship for the both of you, so you could spend time together and get things off your head for a while.

“love, you don’t have to blamed yourself for what happened, you know? sometimes, there are just things that are out of our control and this happens to be one of them. let’s get this off your mind for now, okay?”

hyoma chigiri:

okay so if you wanna do anything new with this guy, you should initiate it because he’s very much of a vanilla. that’s how you ended up having a sex tape with him. the crazy thing is, he was the one holding the camera. you were riding him in a cowgirl position, your ass was bouncing as you went up and down on him. your room was surrounded by mirrors, so chigiri was recording your reflection. his hands were shaking as he was feeling too much pleasure from your pussy. so far, he was able to record almost everything, but he ended up dropping the phone when he orgasmed.

one day, you lost your phone after a long day at work, but then again, you didn’t think anything of it. you just thought of buying a new one instead. but then few days later, you suddenly see your boyfriend’s name on twitter’s trending. when you clicked the link, that exact mirror sex videos were all over the internet. you just sighed upon seeing those. you never expected them to reach online but here they are.

given the situation, you didn’t even have that much space to comfort yourself because you just saw how down and embarrassed your boyfriend looked. he was able to release a public statement, and his pr team did the damage control. but he was so affected by people’s comments about his masculinity. well, the question about this didn’t really matter to him, but what affected him the most is how people would say how ‘hot’ you are and that you deserve someone more dominating and masculine. he was more affected on what people say about you, rather than what people say about him.

so your night with him ended up being a comfort-fest. both of you lay on the bed with hands holding together while you reassure him that what other people said isn’t true. that you only need him to satisfy you and no one else. you thought your night would be sweet and peaceful. until your small cuddle moment turned into a heated making-out session with chigiri hovering on top of you.

“babe, i love how hot you are whenever you're on top of me. i love how your body bounces and tell me how you make me feel good. but what about let me do the work tonight? i'll let you feel every part of me while i dominate you.”

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

back to life. l Joel Miller

Summary: an attempt to return to normality

Warnings: angst, a little bit of smut (+18), lots of bad emotions, tw: depressive episode; Tommy, Maria and Ellie; violence

A/N: it's a hard time for me. but I found a moment to write this. sorry that I'm still stuck in this series, it's comfortable for me

your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

short stories from life. [masterlist]

The next few days were really hard. Joel felt like every cell in his body was hurting him, even though it was you who had been through so much. The wounds were healing, the bruises were fading, but you were quieter and less visible. If it weren't for his willingness for you to take a bath, which Joel thought was the best thing for you, you wouldn't have gotten out of bed at all.

But Joel experienced something else during that time. In addition to fear for you, he encountered incredible human kindness and empathy. The people of Jackson seemed moved by what had happened. Soon, when Joel was on his way to the clinic about his collarbone, an older man who owned a bakery pressed a fresh loaf of bread into his hands and said with a smile that it was for you. 

Mrs. Russo appeared at the door the next evening, bringing with her a few of your favorite dishes. "I guess you don't have the head for cooking now. Take this, she's been enjoying it so much lately!"

Rory and his mother also showed up, and the boy handed Joel a bouquet of the first spring flowers, which he placed next to your bed. The small smile on your lips was worth everything.

Almost every afternoon, Ellie would sit with you, telling you that she absolutely needed help with her homework. Joel thought she was exaggerating and that she certainly didn't have that much to study for, but you were starting to get involved. Evenings were for the two of you, though.

Sometimes Joel would play something on the guitar, feeling your eyes follow his fingers as they struck the strings. He hadn't done it in years, but for you he'd pulled from his memory many of the songs he knew. Or he'd read books aloud. His warm, low voice carried through the bedroom, and you'd listen, clearly soothed by the sound.

Your bubble had to stretch, though, and it happened one evening. Joel came back later than usual, and then he convinced you to go downstairs. He led you out to the terrace and showed you something he had made for you. A wooden bench, very carefully crafted, with ornate armrests and fancy decoration. He had been working on it for a long time.

"It's so beautiful outside. I thought you might like to have your own place." he said, a little worried when he saw the tears in your eyes and your trembling lips. "You can spend time here, bask in the sun, read if you want."

"Nobody has ever done anything just for me." you said quietly.

And before he knew it, you kissed him, so truly. He hadn't felt the real you in a kiss for a long time, and now you were with him. In his strong arms, you were like a fragile creature, but Joel felt happy that you had achieved so much together. He believed that everything would be fine.

From then on, everything slowly began to change. You spent more time outside, and sometimes you went with him to the stables to take care of the horses. After a few days, Tommy and Maria invited you for dinner, and you showed up there too. When the dance was in Jackson, you went together, although you seemed hesitant about it, but Joel managed to talk you into a few slow dances with him.

"I want to take her out of Jackson," Joel stated when he and Tommy met up at the Tipsy Bison for a drink one day, "Just one day. We'll take the easy way out."

Tommy nodded, "It would do her good. Can she handle it?"

"She's tougher than we think. I can see she needs to get outside of those walls, even though she's still scared."

"And you're going to let her?" Tommy shook his head in disbelief, "What did she do to you, bro?"

"I miss her, you know... She's physically there, we sleep in the same bed, we eat together, we live together. But she..."

"I can see it in her eyes. What happened to her changed her... It would change anyone."

Joel took a sip from his glass. He didn't want to tell his brother that you hadn't slept together since then. No, Joel wasn't complaining. Your relationship had never been just about sex. But he still didn't know if he would scare you if he initiated it. You were sensitive and delicate, and although he knew you loved him, you didn't take that step yourself.

That day the weather was beautiful. The spring sun settled in the sky, and the forest and the surrounding area were beautifully green. You walked together, close to each other. 

Joel told you what had changed in the area recently, that the attic in the permanent barn on the other side of Jackson had caved in, or that he had seen a family of foxes sneaking past the camp during a patrol. He spoke as if you had been sick for a week, not completely cut off from life for almost a month.

You felt good, especially since he was next to you, and the care and tenderness towards you emanated from him. You wanted to go back to him, completely, but you weren't sure how to do it. Every day, every attempt, cost you a lot of strength. Guilts of conscience were churning inside you.

"I'm sorry, Joel." You finally said when you stopped at the edge of the forest.

Joel looked at the horizon, trying to see if the area was still safe for you, and turned around, surprised.

"What are you apologizing for, darling?" he asked, taking a step towards you.

You seemed so small to him, as if many things were pressing you to the ground at once, and you were barely able to stay on two legs. You looked at him as if you were about to cry.

"For everything." you finally answered "For having to take care of me. For every day that is so hard for you. I wish things were like they used to be... I don't know if I can. Maybe... Maybe..."

"Don't do that." he interrupted you, approaching you and taking your face in his hands "Stop here. What happened to us, what happened to you, is neither of our fault. But we'll deal with it, right?"

"How? I thought I was strong, but this..." you closed your eyes, and tears flowed from under your eyelashes. Joel patiently wiped them away with his thumbs "I keep wondering... Every shadow, every rustle makes me tremble. I've become nothing but a problem for each of you."

His strong arms wrapped around you and pulled you tightly to his chest. You snuggled into Joel with all your might. His arms were your shelter, the beating of his heart soothed yours. If it weren't for him, you would have fallen to pieces a long time ago.

"You don't even know, silly, how many people care about you and want to help you. They ask about you every day. You're not the problem, but you can't be strong all the time either. Believe me, I know what I'm talking about, because I tried to be. You and Ellie hold me together. Now it's our turn, we won't let you fall apart." He kissed the top of your head and sighed deeply "You don't even know how much I love you..."

It was late when you got back. Your clothes smelled of forest and wind, just like Joel's. You felt tired, but you were also a little lighter, more confident. He saw it in your eyes and promised himself that soon you would go out together again outside Jackson. 

However, Joel was most surprised when he felt your arms wrapped around his waist as he stood in the shower and the streams of hot water washed his body. You clung to his back, so gently as if you were afraid he would push you away. But Joel kissed your hands, and then turned around and looked at you with such love that you had never seen in his eyes. 

So you surrendered to this moment, because you wanted to, because it was him, because you wanted to feel alive again. 

And when you felt his cock moving deep inside you, when his lips caressed your neck, and the cool tiles imprinted on your back - only God knew how much life flowed in you again.

"Sorry, I wouldn't keep you from your work if it wasn't so important."

"Don't worry, the laundry will definitely wait for me." you chuckled as you and Maria headed towards the building that served as the city hall or headquarters in Jackson.

It was already late in the evening, Joel hadn't come home yet, and you were busy with the usual household chores. The following days were somehow easier and you were happy to have your strength back.

You went inside and Maria led you to the back. You noticed a few men in the rooms, who were also taking part in patrols. They seemed strangely tense to you, but Maria quickly drew your attention to herself.

"Listen, this could be an unpleasant experience for you." she said, her hand stroking your arm. "But we have to be sure."

"What do you mean?" you asked, frowning. "Did something happen? Something with Joel or Tommy?"

Maria shook her head, then pushed the door open and nodded for you to enter. It was a dark room and you noticed that the curtains were drawn tightly and the only light came from the lamps placed on the walls. In the middle, three men sat on chairs, they were not residents of Jackson. They seemed strangely familiar to you, but you couldn't...

Someone said your name and you noticed Joel and Tommy standing nearby.

"What's going on?" you asked quietly. "Who is it?"

Tommy cleared his throat. "We've been following them for a few days. We suspect that they attacked you. You, Sam and Anthony. One of them had Sam's private things."

You looked at the men again, now you understood. And they must have recognized you too, because they twitched nervously. Two of them looked away, trying to avoid your eyes, but one of them was staring at you wildly.

"I know that pussy." he muttered, a smile twisting his face covered with thick stubble "I thought you died in the woods. You're a smart bitch."

There was a loud impact, it was Joel who hit the man without thinking. His head tilted back, but after a moment his quiet laughter filled the room.

"Is that your pussy? How was I supposed to know that it already had its owner?"

"Don't you dare talk about it like that!" Joel growled and wanted to hit him again, but Tommy grabbed his arm.

He looked at you carefully. "Is that them?"

"He recognized her!" Joel hissed furiously "That should be enough!"

"I need to know!"

You weren't fully aware of it, as if your body had made the decision itself. Your head twitched in confirmation. That was enough.

"Get her out of here." Tommy ordered.

"Joel! No!" you groaned, but someone's arms grabbed you and forcibly led you out of the room. The door slammed shut with a bang. Even though you didn't see it, you knew what was about to happen.

☆☆☆☆

Thank you for your time.

taglist, i think: @picketniffler @orcasoul @bbyanarchist @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @somedayheaven @underneath-the-sky-again

[chenlezip]

haechan, the notebook ♡

⤷ summary : haechan, a poor man, falls in love with y/n who comes from wealth. they are forced to keep passion for each other aside due to societal pressure and a difference in the social stature of their families.

warning : smut, bit of angst, mentions of arguing - i uh.. don't know what else to add. annas note : the fourth of the movie series i'm doing for the dreamies !! and we have the notebook which healed and hurt me (i am currently rewatching it while writing and i'm sobbing while writing this) .

haechan was infatuated with you ever since he first saw you at the carnival. he had to go after you, it was love at first sight. he couldn't let you go.. he had to have you. he had begged you for a date and you reluctantly agreed. your friends had dragged you and him to go see a movie, they just ended up making out and you both decided to walk home afterward.

after that day, you both got closer and spent nearly everyday together. grabbing ice cream, riding the bike down the road while you're sat on the front, going to the movies, meeting his father and gifting him a beautiful painting. you also went to the beach with him and spent a nice day bathing around and swimming in the ocean together, sharing loving kisses and soft touches between one another.. at the lake with your friends, him teasing you because you were too scared to swing into the water. "get in the water baby. baby.. would you get in?" he smiled, speaking to you with that oh so soft loving tone of voice he only used with you.

despite all that - you two were different, arguing nearly all the time but you both were so in love it didn't matter.

dinner with your parents seemed to go smoothly, you did wait until night to escape the house and spend some time with haechan. he brought you to an empty house, teaching you about how old it is.. full of cobwebs, how he wants to buy it one day and redecorate everything in it. "i want a white house with blue shutters.. and a room overlooking the river so i can paint." "anything else?" the male looked at you as you walked toward him, grinning.

"yes. i want a big old porch that wraps around the entire house. we can drink tea.. and watch the sun go down." "okay." "you promise? you ask with puppy eyes and of course he can't help but melt at the look on your face. "mm-hmm, i promise." he speaks quietly.

after a couple minutes of investigating the house, haechan left soft kisses trailing down your neck as you sat against the piano that was left. you both undressed, you felt nervous in front of him as you kneeled down in front of him, he joined you. you both shared soft kisses, "hae.. i know i said i wanted you to make love to me but i think you..." "yeah?" haechan asked as he looked at you, pulling apart enough to look at you. "you're gonna have to talk me through this." you pant out.

"did i hurt you?" "no no.. i'm just having a lot of thoughts.. like what are you thinking about right now? did you know this was gonna happen when you brought me here? uh- i'm talking too much.. mums the word."

haechan nodded, "okay, you alright though?" he whispers before you speak again, "i just don't understand how you're so quiet like.. you don't have one thought?" you ask. "i'm going crazy over here but no, with you, everything's fine. you don't have a care in the world?"

you sat up as you stared at him, he seemed.. annoyed. you apologise, "i wanted this to be perfect but i can't shut up." "i love you, did you know that?" tears well up in your eyes as you nod, "i love you too."

"you don't have to do this if you don't want to." but you both got interrupted by one of your friends, jeno, who let both of you know that your parents had called the cops to look for you seeming as it was 2am..

but after that day - after haechan heard your parents shouting that he's trash and not suitable for you, things between you both suffered.. he left you and you were going back home.

time skip a couple years after everything had gone down and you had visited the old house where you and haechan had went that time in summer a long time ago. he walked outside, a drink in hand as he stared at you, visibly shocked. he had grown and become more attractive - floppy hair, a little facial hair and more tanned. he had built the house you talked to him about.. white, blue shutters, a big porch.

"hello.. i uh, saw your photo in the papers. the one with you and the house.. i just wanted to see if you were okay." "do you wanna come in?"

you got accustomed to each other again - it felt familiar. spending time in a boat again, surrounded by swans, feeding them and talking about life.. how different the two of you are. "you did everything.. the house. it's beautiful what you did." "i promised you i would."

you both got out of the boat after he pulled it back up from the river. you couldn't help but run over to him and ask why he hadn't written to you. you had waited over 7 years. "now it's too late!" you shout, the heavy downpour making it hard to hear your normal speaking voice.

"i wrote you 365 letters. i wrote you everyday for a year."

"you wrote me!?" "yes! it wasn't over. it still isn't over."

haechan pulled you into a harsh kiss, all those pent up feelings for you coming back into it. you couldn't help yourself - you melted into it as he picked you up and held you against him tightly. he takes you inside the house, still holding you against him and kissing you. you couldn't help yourself, undressing him and yourself as he hurriedly took you upstairs to his bedroom. he pinned you against the bed, soft whimpers leaving your lips.

you both shared an intimate moment together, your moans and pants coming out laboured as he fucked you gently, passionately, the way he wanted to all those years ago. "lets do it again." you beg as you climb on top of him and lower yourself onto him.

your mum had visited and gave you the letters she had hidden from you. you sat down beside haechan in the porch. "so.. what are you going to do, y/n?" "i don't know.."

"we're back to that? are we back there? what about the past couple of days? they happened, you know!" haechan sat up a bit, leaning his arms on his thighs. "i know they happened and they were wonderful, but they were also very irresponsible! i have a fiance!"

haechan gets up from the chair, running a hand through his hair as he kicks it back away from him. "so you make love to me.. and then you go back to your husband!?!" he sounds so destroyed. "was that your plan!?"

you both get into a heated argument, arms flailing. "you're bored and you know it!" "you son of a bitch.." you shout as you walk back to your car. "look at us - we're already fighting!"

"thats what we do! we fight! you tell me when i'm being an arrogant son of a bitch and i tell you when you're being a pain in the ass - which you are.. 99% of the time! i'm not afraid to hurt your feelings."

he slams your car door shut and leans against it, you walk over and groan, "so what?"

"so what? it's not going to be easy, it's going to be really hard and we're going to have to work at this every single day but i want to that because i want you. i want all of you, forever, you and me. everyday." he has tears in his eyes and you can't help but break into a sob.

he continues, having a go at you and trying to make you decide who you're going to choose. "what do you want?" "it's not that simple-" " god damn it - what do you want?" he strains out.

you tell him you have to go. he walks away from your car and you immediately get in and drive away as he watches you, arms behind his head. he watches you go and that breaks your heart. you sob to yourself in the car, not watching where you're driving before swerving off the road and taking a breath. you just nearly crashed..

you decide to read the letters that haechan had wrote for you before continuing to drive off and wanting to leave him behind. maybe it was for the best.

tags : @injvns @polarisjisung @mejaemin @ayukas @hyckvr @yizhrt @blondemrk 

[caitvisgirl]

Loser!Ellie headcanons

Contains: smut, fluff, sub!ellie, overstim strap use (e receiving), oral (e receiving) lmk if there's more

Writers note: this is my first post, ignore any spelling errors, my requests are open also not my best writing so don't judge

SFW

Loser!Ellie gets flustered whenever a pretty girl talks to her.

Loser!Ellie was super confused when you approached her for the first time, cuz you were so pretty and you were talking to her.

Loser!Ellie turned scarlet when you asked for her number, and literally asked you if you were pranking her, you had to tell her multiple times it wasn't a prank and that you actually just wanted her number

Loser!Ellie went to your first date wearing baggy jeans and a dino t-shirt.

Loser!Ellie did NOT know how to kiss, so your first kiss was super embarrassing, sloppy, and just terrible. You thought it was adorable, but she was REALLY embarrassed

Loser!Ellie cannot handle compliments, if you call her cute, or pretty, she immediately turns a bright red color and will not keep eye contact with you for a good ten minutes

Loser!Ellie gets flustered when you call her baby, darling, dear, and really any petname

Loser!Ellie worships you however she can, showering you with compliments. All. Damn. Day. She would literally let you step on her hands so you wouldn't have to step on the same ground as other human beings.

NSFW

Loser!Ellie admitted to you, the first time you slept over that she has never had sex, you didn't mind. It was cute, how she turned red after the confession. You could clearly see, she was a bottom.

When you went down on her for the first time, she couldn't take it, in a matter of minutes she came undone, you weren't satisfied with how fast she came. So, you kept going, lapping at her already puffy clit. She was getting overstimulated, overwhelmed by the pleasure you were giving her. She was saying your name like a prayer. She was clearly a loud one. One thing you've noticed, everytime she cums, she makes this squeeling sound. You find it adorable, she finds it embarrassing.

Loser!Ellie could not take your fingers. She just needed one finger, and she was done. She would already cum at the small movements you made with your fingers. Curling them inside her, just to hit that spongey part that made her scream your name, time and time again.

If Loser!Ellie couldn't take your fingers, she could definitely not take your strap, first time you took it out, she actually gasped. "Shit, that's big. That's supposed to go in me?" She said, eyed wide. "If you're not ready, we can just do something else, baby." you'd say. She shook her head and turned scarlet at the petname "No, no. I wanna try it."

She was laying back on the bed, staring at you, while you fastened the harness around your hips. The red silicone hanging there. You didn't wanna slam into her right away and hurt her, so, of course, you gently warmed her up, teasing her, making her a whiny mess, you'd rub, up and down on her bare thigh. Going higher everytime, until you'd reach her dino boxers (don't know you you noticed but she loved dinos.) you'd rub her through them, going real fucking slow. She'd turn into a whiny mess "baby, please- ngghh."

You'd take off her boxers, and throw them across the room. Now rubbing her bare clit, then finally, slipping your fingers into her soaking cunt. She'd whine and moan your name, really loudly. You'd slowly stretch her out, curling your three fingers right into her. Until she was ready to take the strap, she had already cum a few times here. You'd tease her with the tip, rubbing it between her folds. She'd whine "baby, please put it-" before she could finish her sentence you'd put it in. The friction against your clit already making you whimper softly. Ellie was already overstimulated, with all the times she came. You thrust into her "nghh- ahh- babyy!!" She'd whine loudly for you. You'd thrust faster, hitting the sweet spot. She came, over and over again, she couldn't hold it in. "Shhhh, baby, it's okay. C'mon, be a good girl for me and hold it in." You'd cooed. She would blush and nod, "I'll try to." You'd thrust into her time and time again, letting out some grunts, huffs, and stuff like that. She, on the other hand was having a hard time trying to keep it in, she needed to cum again. The silicone grazed her g-spot everytime you'd thrust into her. "Nghhh- babyyy pleeaaaseee. I'll be such a good girl for you, please just let me cum- nghhh-" she'd whine for you, looking up at you with those big pleading eyes "ngghhh- okay baby, okay, cum for me. Be a good girl for me, and cum." And she did as she was told, her juices flowing onto your cock, and you whimpering at the friction of the strap against your clit. You came too, she thought your sounds and moans and just how you looked was so hot when you came, she was completely enamoured by you.

Loser!Ellie would ask to cuddle with you after doing it, burying her face into your chest and falling asleep peacefully.

[brookediamonds]

I Love You, I'm Sorry (Part 3) | Axel Kovačević x Fem! Reader

part 1 part 2

Summary: With you and Axel making things official, you're walking the halls hand in hand, relishing in your new relationship that you've been waiting for, sending your ex into a spiral.

Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: None, fighting, fluff!!

gif is not mine

You stood at your locker writing down this week's upcoming quizzes and tests for your classes when you felt two arms embrace you from the back.

"Morning," Axel's murmurs in your ear causing shivers to run down your body.

"Good morning," you grin turning in his hold to wrap your arms around his torso.

Standing on your tippy-toes, you give him a slow-deliberate kiss to show how much you missed him from last night's practice to now.

"I could kiss you all day," Axel sighs against your lips. You bite your lip, your cheeks turning rosy from his words.

"Sounds tempting," you smirk caressing one of his arms that was wrapped around you. "But we have this thing called school, we're kind of standing in it."

"Is that where we are?" Axel looks around his surroundings jokingly.

You lightly punch his shoulder, turning to shut your locker. Axel waits for you patiently, holding his hand out for you when you twist back around towards him.

Taking his hand in yours, you both fall into step with each other, heading towards your first class of the morning.

"Did you eat breakfast this morning?" Axel asks, eyes scanning the side of your face. You pursed your lips, attempting to avoid his gaze.

"Define breakfast," you squint your eyes trying to remember what you paired with your latte this morning.

"Something other than your vanilla cold brew," he chuckles.

"...it had extra ice," you cringe as you heard your boyfriend sigh dramatically.

"That is not breakfast," he says narrowing his eyes at you.

"Neither are protein shakes!" You retort back. Axel scoffs with an eye roll.

"Mine are meant to replace breakfast," he counters. "Unlike your coffee, which just spikes your cortisol making you starving by the time lunch rolls around."

"And?" You question back sassily.

"And my little menace, you start picking off my lunch and suddenly my lunch becomes our lunch," he smirks, tugging you closer to him as you walk.

"Sharing is caring, you don't agree?" You bat your lashes up at him. Your boyfriend's lips go into a straight line, eyes narrowed down at you.

"Says the girl that smacks my hand away when I try to grab a fry," he reminds you of your protectiveness of your own meal.

"That's totally different!" you argue. "Fries are a nonnegotiable, they're too skinny, and too small of a portion. Notice how I steal everything else but your fries?"

"That is the lamest excuse I ever heard!" Axel laughs, the both of you coming to a stop at the entrance of his 1st class. "So you admit to stealing my food?"

You step forward placing your free hand on his torso, leaning in closer to him.

"It's not stealing if I own the boy who owns the food," you purr, tilting your head up at him with a playful smirk.

Your heart flutters in your chest as you notice Axel's usual blush rise to his face. He exhales a short laugh, shaking his head as his hands instinctively settle on your waist.

"I don't know if I should be flattered or frightened by that," he murmurs, his dark blue eyes locking onto yours. "But I guess I'll take my chances."

You both share a soft laugh before he leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

"See you after class," Axel whispers against your lips, his breath warm and comforting, with a hint of chocolate from his shake he consumed this morning.

"Mmm," you groaned as he attempted to pull back from your hold causing you to tightened your grip on his shirt.

Axel snickers at your whininess, giving you a longer kiss this time, with an additional kiss to your forehead, to cave into your want of his affection.

"I'll see you after," you sigh untangling yourself from him.

You part ways unaware of a pair of eyes that had watched the entire thing unfold in front of him.

Ian scowls watching as Axel smiled to himself before entering the classroom where they both shared the same class.

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Axel was reading his assigned chapter for English, minding his own business, when he hears an aggravating voice pop up from behind him.

"Must be nice, huh?"

He doesn't have to turn to know who the voice belongs to.

"What must be nice?" Axel scoffs turning the page he was done reading.

"Getting my seconds," Ian says smugly. Axel can already feel the anger and annoyance beginning to build up, his fist clenching on top of the open the book in front of him.

"Y/n was all over you the minute we broke up, girl moves fast," Ian taunts him.

Axel exhales sharply through his nose, forcing himself to focus on the notes in front of him. He’s not going to give Ian the satisfaction.

"Don't say her name," Axel huffs barely turning his head to glance at the boy sitting behind him.

Ian laughs sitting back in his seat as he watches Axel's shoulders stiffen. Lucky for him, class was almost over.

And when the bell rang, Axel stormed out of the classroom wanting nothing but to go find his girlfriend that kept him grounded.

"I bet she still thinks about me," Ian chases after the tall blue eyed boy. Axel halts in his place causing Ian to almost run into him.

"You better watch your mouth man," Axel comes toe to toe with the baseball player, tone threatening.

"Why? She giving you something in return for her honor?" Ian's smirk attempting to shove Axel back which causes him to grab Ian by the collar of his shirt and slam him against the lockers, making heads to turn.

"You didn't deserve her, you are nothing but an egotistical asshole that didn't get what he wanted," Axel spat, his eyes burning with hate.

"Y/n is nothing but—" Ian is unable to finish his sentence due to Axel striking him across the face with his fist sending Ian tumbling to the ground.

The hallway erupts in chaos as students scramble to watch. Some are filming, others are cheering.

"I told you not to say her name," Axel stood tall over the boy who scrambled up from the ground, the corner of his lip bleeding.

Not wanting things to further escalate, Axel turns his back to walk away and leave, when Ian pushes himself up and runs up to Axel.

Before Ian can attack him, you've shoved your way through the crowd and use the defense you've been taught your whole life to defend the boy who was protecting you.

You kick Ian into the lockers, stopping him from reaching Axel. Your boyfriend turns around just in time to see Ian groaning, clutching his ribs where you struck him.

The crowd gasps, half in shock, half in admiration.

"I guess you saw all of that?" Axel scratches the back of his head unsure how you felt. You walked up to him, pretending to wipe off the dust from his shirt.

"Oh I saw and heard everything," you assured him with a small smile.

Ian coughs gaining your attention. "You two are—"

"Watch it," you cut him off, stepping forward. "I'd hate to accidentally aim higher next time."

Axel bites back a smirk, shaking his head. He reaches for your hand, lacing his fingers through yours, his touch grounding yet filled with warmth. "You really couldn’t let me have my moment, huh?"

"Not without me," you grinned up at him. Axel pulls you into his side, slinging his arm around your shoulder.

He glances over at a defeated Ian, "Don't ever talk about her again."

Axel tugs you along, leading you away from the crowd as teachers finally storm in to break things up. Thankfully those around you were just as tired of the prick, defending you both to the faculty.

When you're both out of sight, you stop in your tracks, moving to stand in front of Axel.

"You didn't have to do that, you know?" You say softly, looking up at him.

Axel exhales sharply, running a hand through his reddish brown hair, his knuckles still red from where they connected with Ian’s face. His jaw is tense, his breathing uneven, like he’s still trying to calm himself down.

On instinct, you step closer to him, reaching for his hand which he lets you take, curling his fingers around yours like it was second nature to him.

"Yeah, I did," he responds defensively. "Idiot was talking about you for a second time, and this time I needed to shut him up for good."

Your heart twists at the frustration in his voice, the way his grip tightens around yours just slightly.

"He sure likes to hear himself talk, huh?" You joke making Axel crack a small smile. Reaching a hand up to touch his cheek, he looks down at you adoringly.

"I can handle guys like him, don't get yourself in trouble for me," you whisper. "At least not without me there."

He lets out a laugh as you add in, "you know I hate being left out."

"I know, I just couldn't stand there and let him run his mouth about you anymore," he sighs dropping his head to rest upon yours. You press a soft kiss to his nose reassuringly.

"I understand," you mumble squeezing his hand. And there you both stood, breathing each other in, the adrenaline fading into something softer and calmer.

Axel leans down connecting his lips with yours sending butterflies through your stomach. As you pulled away, he looks down at your intertwined hands, his fingers flex slightly against yours.

"Let me see," you whisper raising his hands to get a good look at the damage. His right knuckle was red with marks making you frown. "Oh, baby."

"It's not that bad," Axel mutters seeing the concern in your eyes as you ran your fingertips gently over his bruised skin.

You tilt your head up at him, a playful glint in your eyes. "So then you don't want me to kiss it better?"

Axel is frozen for a second, blinking at you before a lopsided smirk tugs at his lips.

"Well, now, I never said that."

You giggle lifting his hand up to your lips, pressing a long soft kiss to the tender spot. A blush rises to your cheeks as you notice the way his gaze lingers on your mouth.

"Better?" You're now holding his hand to your chest, never wanting to let him go.

"Much better," he says his voice is quiet and vulnerable, a rare side of him you hardly see.

"Come on, I'm sure our friends are waiting for us," you remind him it's your lunch hour. He nods in agreement, realizing your group of friends were probably dying to know what happened.

As you both begin to walk towards the cafeteria, Axel snakes an arm around your waist, yours finding its way around his.

"Thank you for defending me," you say making sure he knew you were grateful for what he had done.

"No need to thank me," he smiles down at you pressing a quick feather-light peck to your temple. "I'll always defend you."

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(A/n: “And now I want to sit back and relax when all of a sudden, I hear this agitating-grating voice” -Axel. The end 😊 loved this little series. Any requests? Can't wait to finish the series that started this all off!! Only 6 more days till the finale!)

[meganegatari]

LYSSSSSS!!!!!! oh you genius. ima start this all off by saying this is my favorite lyss work to date…you absolutely NAILED IT. the weaving of plot, the banter and dialogue, and ellie????? peak characterization, you really don't see skill like this every day. tbh sometimes it pains me you aren't able to see just how good at writing you really are, but oh well. guess i'll have to make it my life's mission to convince you! you'll believe me when i'm done, i'm sure of it :)

first of all the photo you chose— elliesgalaxy is genuinely not human methinks, how tf do you make a pixel look like that. i want to eat her.

she lingered outside, shifting her weight like she was debating whether to knock. but since this had become clockwork, you were already pulling the door open, and she shuffled inside uttering a, “don't make a big deal out of it.”

MY BABYYYYYYY. stop…no STAHPPP. i would not mind at all patching her up, my babyyyyyy she is so cute. the shuffling, the awkwardness and the silly internal battle— UGH LOVE IT. with your writing, i've noticed you are an expert in the ‘show don't tell’ idea, and i'm quite jelly!! you're a master of subtleties wherever they go,and i'm always in awe of how you paint such a vivid picture.

she'd been through hell and back.

what if i sob so hard i flood the earth huh…what are you gonna do. i just want to kidnap her and keep her safe in my basement so nothing could ever hurt her, and i'm the crazy one?

your lips pressed into a thin line, but you didn't protest further. you knew how much patrol meant to her— how she needed it. how ellie seemed to rely on it to feel like she provided something useful to jackson.

AGAIN WITH THE SUBTEXT HOW DO YOU DO THATTTTT i am going to cast a spell and steal all your talent…jk i would never do that it's all yours. but omg :( jackson is baby's home…thinking of the game's storyline and when they first got to jackson, this draws up such nostalgia. in between games one and two, i really do wonder how ellie adjusted, but before we go too far off topic i must continue to gush!

also i love love love your use of “said” when mentioning her burn, maybe i'm looking a bit too deep now, but it gives off almost a little suspicion..almost. can always count on you to be two steps ahead of all of us.

and your dialogue!!! i tell you this all the time but it's seriously so so good, i can hear the banter so perfectly in my head, TEACH ME YOUR WAYSSSSSS

i did also mention i love your use of “pitchy lilt” such a poetic description but it's so illustrative and clever!!

[...] made your stomach do something stupid.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. ok normal calm zen and chill but real!!! her dorkiness istg…there's nothing better than that. like yes she makes me weak in the knees yes i want to kiss her till she's dizzy WELL, YES!

you'd both insist, later, it was simply the sting of the antiseptic anyway, as if she hadn't weathered worse injuries before.

i. need. to. calm. down. the bloody tension????? are you trying to kill me in cold blood is this what this is. i am such a sucker for almost a slow burn like this, both of them not sure, but the subconscious never lies. GOD

“i think you're helping me all the time ‘cause you've got a soft spot for me.”

YES! YES! BINGO!! YOU'D BE CORRECT!! RIGHT ON!! WONDERHOYYYYYYY BOOM SHAKALAKA YES GAWDDDD okay my heart. it's gonna fuckin explode. i will charge you for murder lyss, this isn't funny.

the whole next chunk has me literally biting my firstbecayuse first of all how dare you, secondly, this is the most perfect thing i've ever read, thirdly, the characterization is honest to god so out of this world unreal, you make me fall in love with ellie more and more, with each post. truly, no one does it like you.

".....a kiss.”

insert feral monkey noises. insert squirting noises. insert blowing up the entire world noises. insert killing myself with a gun noises. ok i have no words. wtf are you doing i will be brought to tears because of this fucken pixel its so unfair…

this fic. this fic is everything to me, you don't understand. it makes me wanna laugh it makes me wanna cry it makes me want to scream into the void— you write ellie so true to life it makes me SICK! ILL! in the best way though, always the best way. my dramatic little baby, ugh. i'd give anything in the world to kiss her until we're both suffocating, but i suppose i have to deal with something close because that isn't an option, and that's gotta be to tell you how much i adore your writing every chance i get. 💚

becoming ellie williams' personal nurse was absolutely not part of your grand plan. in fact, being ellie williams’ anything hadn’t crossed your mind until an unexpected run-in left you the only one available to patch her up after a rough patrol. you’d spoken fewer than ten times before that, but after that night, ellie unilaterally decided you were the only person allowed to help her when she got injured. you didn’t fuss as much as maria, or dina, or anyone else—and that was enough for her. or at least, that’s what she claimed. it certainly didn’t hurt that you were cute.

that's how you found yourself falling into a routine—ellie 'just happening' to show up at your door, flashing those worn green eyes and grumbling about how "it's not that bad" to garner enough pity until you inevitably caved and fixed her up, sparing her yet another lecture from maria.

tonight was no different. she lingered outside, shifting her weight like she was debating whether to knock. but since this had become clockwork, you were already pulling the door open, and she shuffled inside uttering a, “don’t make a big deal out of it.”

you sighed, already moving to nab your ever-growing stash of first-aid supplies as she dropped into your desk chair. ellie had tried to clean herself up beforehand, but it was fruitless—her green jacket, the one now being hastily shrugged off, had been covering the worst of it. a deep gash on her arm, the lingering traces of a nosebleed, fresh cuts along her cheek. she’d been through hell and back.

"ellie," your voice carried a warning as you approached, reaching out to cautiously inspect her wounded arm. "this isn't just some scrape." ellie exhaled sharply through her nose, taking the accosting while settling in the chair she'd visited many times already. "it's nothing. i don't want maria finding out and pulling me off patrols."

your lips pressed into a thin line, but you didn't protest further. you knew how much patrol meant to her—how she needed it. how ellie seemed to rely on it to feel like she provided something useful to jackson. so instead, you got to work, gently cleaning the cuts along her forearm. ellie winced as the antiseptic hit raw skin, her fingers twitching against her thigh. unfortunately, the cut had grazed her tatted arm. you made a valiant effort to be delicate enough to mend the cut without disturbing the tattoo—luckily, it had missed the chemical burn ellie said she'd gotten on that arm years ago.

"oh, stop whining," you chided over her complaints. "shouldn't you be used to the pain by now? little masochist. and what's with you aiming for this poor arm so much? you've got two to work with, you know.” ellie scoffed at your chastizing, biting the inside of her cheek as her expression shifted to annoyance but not full offense. "right, lemme plan my injuries better next time."

you dabbed at a shallow abrasion beneath her cheekbone. ellie's eyes flickered up, trying to capture yours, but you wouldn't budge from the injury. she bit her crimson-stained lip, like she was weighing her next words wisely. "you keep patching me up, though. makes me wonder... i mean, i dunno..." ellie stilted her delivery, partly out of nerves, partly to grab your attention. "maybe you like seein' me all banged up," her tone took on a pitchy lilt as she kept peeking up at you.

the way she said it—less of a tease, a tad second-guessing, trying to dare a reaction out of you—made your stomach do something stupid.

"a better patient would stop causing such a distraction," you shot back, deliberately avoiding her gaze while keeping with the 'strict nurse' facade. you couldn't suppress a hint of a smirk though, briefly wiping your mouth to try and shield the small break over her nervous attempt at flirting. you just hated how right she was—no one was forcing you to do this, to put up with her maddening stubbornness and save her hide time and time again. all ellie had to do was bat those ridiculously pretty greens, and your defenses crumbled.

ellie huffed, pleased with your accidental admission but now more determined to coax more from you. she shifted slightly—and that's when you felt it. the light press of her fingers against the dip of your waist, like she had just meant to steady herself but forgot to pull away. her fingers curled slightly into the fabric of your shirt, sending a shiver up your spine. you said nothing, pretending not to notice. maybe she hadn't even meant to. you'd both insist, later, it was simply the sting of the antiseptic anyway, as if she hadn't weathered worse injuries before. neither of you moved.

ellie couldn't disguise her beaming when your strict charade allowed the gesture. she swallowed, like she was trying to decide whether to try her luck. her fingers tapped your side, hesitant.

“i think you're helping me all the time 'cause you've got a soft spot for me."

your breath hitched, warmth creeping up your neck, but you weren't about to let her win that easily. with a little head shake, you willfully regained your composure and lightly patted ellie's uninjured cheek before schooling your expression. "hush. you're being disorderly. i can't fix you up with all this blabbering."

ellie let out an exaggerated hiss, scrunching her eyes shut dramatically. your stomach clenched in brief panic, helper mode reigniting—until you realized she was full of shit, twisting her head like she'd been mortally wounded when, in reality, you had barely touched her.

"you're impossible," you muttered, smacking her good arm lightly in playful retaliation. "your life is in my hands. don't forget that." ellie leaned forward just enough to close the space between you, her voice dropping. "yeah, yeah, and every time i show up like this, i'm choosing to put my trust in you."

she wavered briefly, then added, softer still—only brave enough to say it now because she was already committed to the bit—"and that’s also why you won’t look at me."

you froze, and the second you met her gaze, it was over—long lashes framing those round green eyes, a smattering of freckles, some loose auburn strands that had escaped her barely-held-together bun sticking to her skin from the leftover sweat of patrol. with scraped skin and blood-streaked face, ellie was a proper mess—and yet, here you were, fighting every aching urge screaming at you to throw yourself on top of her.

you swallowed hard. the unassuming, bashful, loserish ellie was nowhere to be found. replaced by an ellie probably still riding the adrenaline of her close call with a horde of infected earlier, caring a little less about the consequences of her words and even further fueled by your easily cracked stoicism.

ellie seized your defeated, flustered silence to keep going. "also, as my nurse, i'm surprised you don't know the best cure for any injury."

you inhaled to brace for whatever nonsense was about to come out of her mouth. "oh, yeah? what's that?"

".....a kiss."

a drawn-out groan escaped you. "jesus," you muttered, cheeks burning. but fine—just this once. you weren't giving in completely, but you leaned in, pressing a fleeting peck to the tip of her nose.

the way ellie's face immediately split into a stupidly giddy grin was almost worth it. almost. her whole expression flushed a rosy pink, too.

"oh, on the nose? that barely counts," ellie teased, her voice dipping into something softer, more expectant. definitely hoping she hadn’t pushed her luck too much.

"deal with it, williams," you murmured, but your mind was already betraying you.

despite your best efforts, you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering what it would be like if you really gave in. if you disregarded all medical safety and climbed into her lap and kissed her senseless, letting your hands explore each other in desperation and recklessly savoring the taste of metallic red left on her soft lips.

snapping yourself from that less-than-holy thought, you deflected under the guise of needing to retrieve more supplies for another small cut you had overlooked.

when you came back, ellie was still watching you, something unreadable in her expression. you hesitated for a moment, then finally gave her a little glimmer of hope to cling to.

"tell you what," you started. "don't be an idiot—which i know is hard for you—and let everything heal," you let the jab sit for a second to build suspense, "and i’ll grant you the other half of that kiss."

ellie's smile widened triumphantly, though her posture was beginning to laze as exhaustion from the day's chaos caught up with her.

"anything for the nurse."

"yeah, yeah. now hold still so i can finish fixing you up."

and, for once, ellie williams actually listened. pic creds @/elliesgalaxy

[lightsoutmatthews]

We listen and we don´t judge - Mitch Marner

summary: you convince Mitch to do the "we listen and we don´t judge" TikTok trend

pairing: Mitch Marner x female!reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none, just banter and sweetness

authors notes:

I wanted to wait to post the next thing, as to not run out of stuff by next week but I remembered this exists and that it´s one of my favorite pieces so I just had to share

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“Please baby… It´s fun, I promise!” you begged your boyfriend for the third time in probably 30 minutes. “Babe…” He sighs playfully annoyed. “Please, I know you have some stuff to say, this is your chance to say it.”

You had been trying to convince him to do the “we listen, and we don’t judge” trend from TikTok after you had been seeing it all over your for you page. Even though you usually weren’t really one to post your relationship on you TikTok.

Your account was more about “day in the life of an NHL girlfriend” or “get ready with me for my boyfriends hockey game” videos which the small following you had acquired loved, Mitch only showing up in the background occasionally, but this was something you really wanted to do with him.

“I´m bad at coming up with tings on the spot.” He tried as his next excuse. You rolled your eyes. “We both know that is not true.” A funny sounding scuff leaving his mouth, almost like he was offended by the accusation.

“How about we film it, but you can decide after if I post it?” A last attempt to convince him, not wanting to bother him with it for too long. A sigh left him again and you knew you got him on the hook. “Fine. But you have to give me five minutes to come up with a few things.”

You practically ran around the kitchen island and wrapped your arms around his neck in excitement. “You´re the best.” He rolled his eyes acting fake annoyed but placed a sweet kiss to your cheek.

He retrieved to the living room with his phone to write some stuff down while you searched for the perfect place to film. Zeus, ever the loyal dog, stayed by your side, his tail wiggling in excitement for no reason at all. “We´ve got dad wrapped around our fingers and paws, Zeusy.” The lab barked in agreement.

“I heard that.” Mitch shouted from the living room. “You were supposed to!” You shot back immediately. Laughter filling the air shortly after.

A few minutes later you followed Mitch into the living room, Zeus hot on your heels but immediately jumping next to his dad when he saw him sitting on the couch. “Oh, now I´m good enough for you.” He chuckled and softly petted the labs head.

“Are you done?” He nodded. You placed your phone against a vase you grabbed from the kitchen and put it on the living room table. “Is this angle good enough for you?” Mitch huffed, mischief glinting in his eyes.

You knew he had nothing to really truly complain about, your relationship one built on trust and open communication, when something was bothering either of you, you mostly just talked about it, but this showed you there was something up his sleeve that you didn’t know about.

“Are you ready?” He grabbed his phone, opening the notes app again. “Let´s go.”

You pressed record on the device and held back laughter when Mitch looked at you with the most serious expression. “You go first.” You said, curious about what he came up with.

“We listen and we don’t judge, sometimes when I tell you I didn’t answer your call because I didn’t see it, it´s actually because I ignored it because I didn’t want to answer it in front of the guys.” Your eyes widen in surprise, laughter immediately bubbling out of you. “How dare you.” You threw in between two breaths, still laughing.

“You´re scared to answer the phone in front of the guys, that´s so sweet, honey.” You leaned over and softly patted his cheek, knowing this clip would be sent to the girls group chat later so they could show it to their partners.

“You´re not the one getting chirped.” He mumbled which led to another fit of laughter bubbling up. “You´re acting like you´re the only person on the team with a partner.”

He rolled his eyes and waved you off. “I thought this was we listen, and we don´t judge. Let´s hear yours.”

“We listen and we don’t judge, one time I threw away one of Zeus favorite toys, because it was really past it´s living time, and told you he probably lost it.” He ripped open his eyes and grabbed his chest like he just had been shot right in the heart.

“How can you do this to our child.”

“We don’t judge, Mitchy.” He raised his eyebrows, silently accusing you of doing the exact same just a few minutes ago.

“Okay your turn again.” You rushed out before he could say anything else. “We listen and we don’t judge, you once asked me to do laundry while you were on a girls trip, and I had to call Aryne to tell me what temperature and program to use.”

“Oh my god, Mitch.” You clapped your hands over your mouth. He chuckled, rubbing his neck. “I´m giving you a crash course on our washing machine as soon as we´re finished here, I can’t believe this.” You almost shouted before breaking into a fit of giggles.

“Let´s hear your next one then.” He interrupted you, not wanting to talk about this any longer. “We listen and we don’t judge.” You said, holding your hands in front of your mouth, before whispering: “Sometimes I cheer for the Flames when you´re not here.”

Mitch ripped open his mouth and turned further towards you with wide eyes. “Baby… please tell me that is a joke…” When you said nothing, he looked even more offended. “You cannot put this on the internet… what will the people say if my own girlfriend doesn’t root for the team I am playing for. That should be a punishable offence.”

“We don’t judge, remember? And what can I say, I will always be a Calgarian at heart no matter if I’m living in Toronto now. Or if my boyfriend plays for the Leafs. And it´s not like I´m rooting for them when they actually play you.”

He continued to look at you as if you had kicked his dog. “You´ll live, baby.” You said as you pat his cheek like he was a child that was upset about nothing.

“Okay, last one I could come up with in the five minutes you gave me.” He grabbed one of the decorative pillows and placed it in front of him like a shield. You raised your eyebrows at him but said nothing urging him to continue.

“We listen and we don’t judge. I use your face wash regularly and that´s why it´s always empty so much faster.” He gripped the pillow and held it in front of his face right as you swatted him in the shoulder with the back of your hand.

“Mitch, that´s expensive skincare, you can afford to buy your own.” Teasing was clear in your voice. It didn’t actually matter to you that he was using it. Especially, since most of the time he ended up being the one to pay for it. But acting fake outraged was fun. “I will go and buy you skincare for men next week when you´re on the road.”

He lowered the pillow again, hoping you were done attacking him, but you ripped it right out of his hand and smacked it into his face. The offended look on his face that waited for you when the pillow fell down on the soft carpet of your living room made you burst out in a loud belly laugh.

“You´re the worst. I´m breaking up with you.” He pouted, his voice making you laugh even harder. “Okay, it was nice knowing you. I´m taking Zeus.” You teased. Which made him pout even more.

It took you five minutes to calm down after that, whenever you remembered the look on his face you broke out in another set of giggles.

You would have to edit that out later but would keep as a memory because the pained look that slowly turned into an incredibly loving and soft glance as you kept laughing was something you wanted to keep forever.

“Okay I have one last one. When you´re done pouting.” He sat up straight, giving you his full attention again before you continued. “We listen and we don’t judge, sometimes, when you play on the West Coast, I go to bed before the game even starts because I´m so exhausted from work.”

You expected him to be fake outraged again, but he just looked at you with the sweetest expression you could imagine, you heart immediately melting. “That´s okay, honey. I know how exhausting your job can be.”

You were overwhelmed with the sweetness this man gave you sometimes. “Oh, Mitch.” You said quietly scooting closer to him to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“What? Did you expect me to be outraged about that? I know how hard you work, there´s 82 games a season that you can watch, missing one is not the end of the world.” He placed a lingering kiss to your cheek.

The tender action having you get up and startle his lap before leaning down to capture his lips in a soft kiss. “You´re the sweetest.”

When you backed away again, remembering that the camera was still rolling in the background he grabbed your chin and pulled you down into another kiss.

“You might have to edit that out.” He brushed hair, that fell into your face while kissing, away and smiled. “So, you will let me post this?”

He chuckled. “As if I could ever say no to you.”

[sc0tters]

Could Get Used To This | Kevin Fiala

summary: in a space full of chaos, sometimes all you need is a morning at the beach with your fiancé.

request: yes/no

warnings: nothing!

word count: 0.99k

authors note: we are back again with part two of the one shot wonder event! this was my first time writing for Kevin and I have to say it was nice to write something so soft and sweet even if it was so short!

You loved the sun. 

A day by the beach had always been your favourite way to kick off the summer and this year it was no different. You spent your morning lying on your towel, soaking up every bit of sunlight your skin could handle. 

But Kevin had other ideas for the both of you “liebling!” He whined feeling jealous of how your bikini got to hug your ass and your tits “yes love?” You looked up to see him now stood over you. 

He had just finished his swim so you were grateful that your sunglasses hid how your eyes drank in the sight of him. Droplets of water ran down his chiseled abs, and you couldn’t help but bite at your lip “good to know I still have it.” Kevin smirked sitting down on his towel next you yours. 

You sat up, rolling your eyes in the process “think this allows me to look at you from time to time.” You pointed to the engagement ring that you wore making him laugh in the process “please you were looking at me like that long before I proposed.” He shot back letting out an amused scoff. 

Your hand reached up to hold his “now what is it that you wanted?” You asked reminding him of the fact that he called you first.

He let out a soft ‘ah’ as his cheeks turned a shade of red “I wanted to see if you wanted to go home.” Kevin confessed letting his free hand fiddle with the strap of your bikini “give us a little more privacy.” There was a sultry sense in his tone that told you all that you really needed to hear. 

A smirk formed on your lips “seems like you’re the one who is obsessed with me.” You teased him leaning into his touch “you know I always am.” Kevin nodded getting up as if it was the most obvious thing in the world to everyone around you both. 

He held his hand out to help you up “and there won’t be a day that it’ll change.” Your heart throbbed as he wrapped your towel around your body before he threw his over his shoulder “should we go?” Kevin asked taking the beach bag into his hand before he used his free hand to lock it into yours. 

You nodded, slotting your feet into your flip-flops “lead the way.” You pressed a kiss against his shoulder, enjoying the last moments of listening to the waves crashing against the shore.

The walk to and from the beach was something that both of you always found so peaceful with it only being ten minutes. That was actually part of the whole appeal of your home when you bought it. 

It was the first place you had seen and the moment Kevin saw the grin on your face at how short the walk to the beach was. He knew that there was no better place for the two of you, and the offer was written and sent in that night. By the end of the week after, the place was yours. Now even after all these years, it still came with the same appeal that you both found in it the first time you saw it. 

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched him race to the gate and then wait so he could let you into the backyard first “my gentleman.” You smiled pressing a kiss against his cheek as you took the bag back from him “thank you baby!” The moment you were in he went back to what he was planning on. 

Kevin had jumped into your pool first making you laugh as you set your bag on the ground “the water is perfect!” He called out throwing his hair back out of his eyes. 

Sometimes you never had to wonder what he would do if he retired, Kevin would happily be a child of the water forever if he could “let me get my feet in first.” You announced wanting to sit on the edge of the pool for a little bit. 

He nodded, watching your every move until you too took off your sunglasses “there’s my pretty wife.” Kevin smiled swimming over to settle between your legs “not for a few more months.” You corrected him as your wedding was three months away. 

But he waved you off “fine print details.” Kevin shook his head as he made you throw your head back with a laugh.

It was a sound he swore he’d never get tired of hearing as you grinned looking back at him “I love you.” Kevin announced placing his hands on the pools edge on either side of you. 

He did that so he could push up to kiss you. The kiss was sweet as he swore he would never get enough of you “I love you too.” Your voice was soft as you watched him settle back in the pool “and I also love you.” Kevin pressed a kiss against your stomach, it had been a few weeks since you found out you were pregnant. 

So at the moment this stayed just your little secret with him “now you coming in or do I have to force you in?” Kevin asked not even giving you a chance to respond as he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you in. 

Like clockwork your arms wrapped around his shoulders and your legs locked around his hips “Kevin!” You squealed scared as if he was going to drop you “I’ve got you schatz.” Kevin clicked his tongue before he kissed your temple. 

He was right the water was indeed perfect, his hands rested against your ass as he settled with both of you in the water “you are a little shit.” You let out a soft laugh before you shook your head. 

Kevin grinned pecking your lips once more “yeah and I’m your little shit.” He was right again, and you didn’t want to have it any other way. 

[waihtie]

I need one of two fanfics

(Or both, write your little hearts out)

1. Someone who knows Dean well and/or for a long time (not Sam, bc I have this theory) either a) learns that Dean and Cas have figured their shit out or b) hears Dean admit to finding some dude attractive.

And this person's all like "Wow, you finally figured it out"

And Dean's all confused

And they're like, "Yeah, I've been waiting for you to figure out that you're into dudes"

And Dean's still confused. "So, you thought, I was acting all bisexual, but had no idea I wasn't straight? Like what, I thought I was flirting with men in a straight way?"

Or he's like "What are you talking about? I knew I was into guys the same time I knew I was into girls. I had my first kiss with either at 15."

Just make him all flabbergasted that this person thought that this was something Dean wasn't only hiding, but also had no idea about.

Or

2. Dean and Cas finally figure their shit out, and Cas is all like "I thought we could never be since you aren't into men romantically or sexually"

And Dean's all confused

"Dude, we've been best friends for [insert number] years, and you always thought I was straight? What about all those guys in the movies I made you watch who I was super into?"

"I figured you were just admiring them"

"Yeah Cas, gay admiration"

The only issue with this one is that I hate it when people infantilize Cas. He not stupid, he's just not always aware of modern day social norms. You'd have to write it just right.

Anyway, just a little thought I had, bc most bi!dean fics have 1. The whole "Oh, you finally figured it out" moment, or 2. Cas assuming Dean is straight, and it would be fun to see a spin on either of those.

That theory I linked earlier

[hy6erion]

can you write about the love languages with omar? thankss

𝐎𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬

Omar Marmoush is the kind of guy who loves intensely but expresses it in ways that feel effortless, like he was made to love this way. He isn’t the type to declare his love in loud, exaggerated gestures—his way of showing it is more natural, woven into the everyday moments. He loves like a quiet storm, steady and undeniable.

1. Acts of Service - ,,I got it, don’t worry”

Omar is always paying attention. He doesn’t need to be asked twice—hell, he doesn’t need to be asked at all. If he sees you struggling with something, he’s already on his feet, handling it.

“Stay there,” he says when he catches you trying to carry something heavy. “I’ll do it.”

“You’re busy, don’t worry about dinner. I’ll pick something up on the way.”

“Give me your car keys. I’ll fill up your tank before we leave.”

At first, you think it’s just casual helpfulness, but then you start to notice the pattern. He’s always the one adjusting your chair at the table before you sit. Always remembering the little things—how you like your coffee, what side of the bed you sleep on, how you always forget to charge your phone at night, so he plugs it in for you.

One evening, you’re exhausted from a long day, sprawled on the couch, barely moving. He doesn’t say anything, just disappears for a bit. When he returns, he’s got your favorite snacks and a hoodie he knows you love wearing.

“You didn’t even ask me what I wanted,” you say, teasing.

Omar just shrugs, sitting beside you and pulling you into him. “Didn’t have to. I already knew.”

2. Physical Touch – “Come here.”

Omar isn’t overly clingy in public—he’s got that effortless confidence about him—but in private? He touches you like he needs it to breathe.

When he walks past you in the kitchen, his fingers trail against your waist. When you’re sitting together, his hand is always on your thigh or resting on the back of your neck. And when you’re standing close? His arms just naturally find their way around you.

But his favorite? He loves pulling you into his lap, especially when you’re not expecting it.

“You good?” he murmurs, pressing a kiss against your temple.

You nod, resting your head against his chest.

“Yeah?” He tightens his arms around you slightly. “I don’t believe you.”

There’s something about the way he holds you that makes everything feel lighter, like the weight of the world doesn’t exist when you’re with him. And if he ever catches you upset? He won’t say much—just tugs you into his arms and stays there until he feels your body relax against him.

3. Quality Time – “Just stay.”

Omar doesn’t need extravagant dates or constant plans. He just wants time. Time with you, uninterrupted.

You could be sitting in complete silence, both of you on your phones, or him watching something while you’re reading, and it still feels like the most intimate thing in the world. He likes being in your space, even if you’re doing nothing at all.

One night, you’re about to leave after spending the day together, and he frowns.

“Where are you going?”

“Home?” you laugh, pointing at the door.

He shakes his head. “No.”

“No?”

“No,” he repeats, standing up and taking your wrist, gently tugging you toward the couch. “Stay.”

“Omar—”

“Please,” he says, softer this time, his fingers brushing against your palm.

And just like that, you’re staying. Because when he says it like that, there’s no arguing.

He’s the kind of guy who would rather have a quiet night in with you than anything else. Whether it’s watching a match, sitting on the balcony with tea, or just lying in bed talking about nothing—he doesn’t care as long as you’re there.

4. Words of Affirmation – “You know I mean it, right?”

Omar isn’t the type to overdo it with words, but when he says something, he means it. He has this way of saying things so casually, like it’s just a fact of life.

“You’re gorgeous,” he murmurs absentmindedly, not even looking up from his phone.

“You’re really smart, you know that?” he says after you explain something to him.

“You’re gonna do amazing,” he tells you before a big event, no hesitation in his voice.

And if you ever doubt yourself? That’s when he gets serious.

“You don’t see yourself the way I do,” he says one night, his voice firm but soft. “If you did, you wouldn’t question it.”

And it’s not just compliments—he’s always making sure you know exactly where he stands.

“You know I love you, yeah?” he asks one night, out of nowhere.

You smile. “Of course.”

He nods, satisfied. “Good. Just making sure.”

5. Gift Giving – “I saw this and thought of you.”

Omar isn’t flashy about gifts. He doesn’t buy things just for the sake of it—everything he gives has a reason.

It could be small, like a coffee from your favorite place or a book he remembers you mentioning once in passing. He pays attention, and it shows.

One day, he casually hands you a scarf.

“I don’t remember saying I wanted this,” you say, confused.

“You didn’t,” he replies. “But you get cold easily, and this one’s really soft.”

You just stare at him. “Omar.”

“What?” he shrugs, a small smirk on his lips. “It’s not a big deal.”

But it is, because it’s always the little things with him. The thought behind it.

And when it comes to special occasions? He doesn’t just buy gifts—he plans them. He remembers things, like the concert tickets you wanted months ago or the pair of earrings you mentioned once and never brought up again.

But his favorite gift to give? Jerseys. Specifically, his own.

“Here,” he says one day, tossing one at you.

You catch it, confused. “What’s this?”

“My jersey.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Yeah, I see that. But why—”

He gives you a look. “Because I want you to wear it.”

There’s no argument after that.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Valentine's Day Pt. 2 (MFLs)

See also: Valentine's Day 2024

Hey all!

Well, haven't been asked this year for a new Valentine's list, and since I didn't have a list ready this weekend, I decided to take it upon myself to throw together this list of fics from my Marked for Later offline list and post it for today!

As always, if you have a Valentine's fic you're writing or have read, PLEASE suggest it for the reblog! Enjoy!

Conversation Hearts by rsong912 (M, 1,382 w., 1 Ch. || POV Sherlock, Developing Relationship, Valentine's Day, One Shot, Bed Sharing, Fluff Without Plot, First Kiss) – This little one-shot is in honor of Valentine's Day and the boys. I got the idea by reading about the origin of those little conversation heart candies, once manufactured by Necco and now by Spangler Candy Co, which have apparently been in production with only a few years of a break since 1902. They usually have a theme every year, in addition to the classic hearts. I've used the prompt of the classic hearts to come up with the theme for this little fic: Will U B Mine?

Hope is sweet by Lock_John_Silver (T, 2,977 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Parentlock with Rosie, Valentine’s Day, Developing Relationship, Pet Names, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Classical Music, Idiots in Love, Endearments, POV Sherlock) - Sherlock wants to be more than John’s best friend. Has wanted it for ages, truth be told. So, when Molly comes up with an idea, that to some extent involves three year old Rosie, Sherlock doesn’t hesitate.

Worth Its Weight by philalethia (E, 2,986 w., 1 Ch. || Sugar Daddy AU || PWP, Daddy Sherlock, Daddy Kink, Service Domination, Gift Giving, Unsafe Sex, Sex Toys) – “Remember,” John said, “when we talked about you not buying me extravagant things?” Basically: a little bit of Valentine's Day daddy kink. Part 2 of All the Rest 'Verse

The Importance of February 14th by cypress_tree (T, 3,156 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Humour, Valentine’s Day) – Sherlock was born on Valentine's Day. John doesn't know this and invites him out on a date. Sherlock assumes it's a birthday celebration and believes so right up until the moment John kisses him.

Dinner and a Murder by vintagelilacs (T, 4,210 w., 1 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting || Valentine’s Day, Online Dating, Mutual Pining, Confessions, Getting Together, POV John, Oblivious John) – Reluctant to spend Valentine’s Day alone, John joins a dating app only to realize he’s already living with the closest thing to a soulmate he’s ever going to get.

Love, In Five Acts by unicornpoe (T, 4,443 w. 1 Ch. || Teenlock AU || Valentine's Day, Ballet, Romance, Pining, Wooing, Gifts) – Somebody is wooing Sherlock Holmes—only he doesn't think it's the person he wants it to be.

The Best Idea by SatanDrankMyCoffee (T, 7,252 w.,  5 Ch. || Valentine's Day, Bubble Bath, Hair Washing, People-Watching, Anxiety, Domestic Fluff/Bliss, Texting) – Gift giving is something Sherlock is usually quite good at but when the parameters change, he becomes unsure of himself. Which gift idea is the best idea? Part 3 of A Year in Occasions

Daddy's Darling by distantstarlight (E, 7,747 w., 1 Ch. || PWP, Daddy Kink, Valentine’s Day, Smut, First Time) – Disguises are part of the package when you work as detectives, there was nothing new about that but one day Sherlock goes undercover with his best friend and they discover more than the answer to the crime.

Valentine’s Night Out by CarmillaCarmine (E, 10,120 w., 5 Ch. || ASiB Canon Divergence, Valentine’s Day, Established Relationship, Fluff and Smut, Breath Play, Butt Plugs, Deep Throating, Humour, Orgasm Delay / Denial, Anal Sex) – John and Sherlock have been invited to join their friends at a pub for Valentine's Day. Sherlock has plans to spice the evening up a bit. Part 4 of the The Johnlock Holidays and Celebrations Series

The Heart of the Matter by prettysailorsoldier (T, 13,427 w., 1 Ch. || Teenager AU || Secret Admirer, Secret Crush, Texting, Valentine’s Day, Fluff) – It's the annual Valentine's Week fundraiser, carnations, conversation hearts, and singing telegrams (oh my!) making their way around the school corridors, and Sherlock Holmes has quite happily never received any of them. So, when he gets a box of conversation hearts containing a message from a secret admirer, his first instinct is that it's an elaborate practical joke, but, as he and his mystery suitor begin texting, he starts to wonder if there might be something to this Valentine's Day lark after all. There is, however, the entirely unrelated problem of one John Watson to contend with before he can be sure. Part 3 of 221B Mine

Not this year by Imjohnlocked87 (E, 16,293 w., 4 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting ||  Friends to Lovers, Valentine’s Day, Fluff and Smut, Implied / Referenced Drug Use, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Food Sex, Wall Sex, Angst with Happy Ending) – One month after leaving the rehabilitation centre, when Donovan asks Sherlock if he will be alone on Valentine's Day this year too, he replies he will be spending it with someone special.The only problem is that this someone doesn't exist.Because who would want to have Valentine's date with Sherlock Holmes? 

Quo Fata Vocant by prettysailorsoldier (E, 18,115 w., 1 Ch. || Unilock / Teenlock ||  Librarians, Bisexual John, Flirting, First Time, Tattoos, Valentine’s Day, Secret Admirer, Matchmaker) – Sherlock is enamored with one of the employees at the university library, wiling away hours of his days just to catch a glimpse of the dynamic John Watson: captain of the rugby team, event manager for the LGBT society, and third-year medical student. Of course, being only a first-year, it's unlikely John will ever notice him. At least, until fate (and a little well-intentioned meddling) intervenes.

[aldaryan]

Jealousy

Day 1 : First Kiss - Elucien

For @sjmromanceweek

First time I write in English, that I post on Tumblr and that I write in ten years. Anyway, enjoy and do not hesitate to let me know what and how I should improve.

Summary : Elain's jealousy and repressed feelings lead her to an interesting path towards her mate.

A broken sound cut through the animated party. One by one, all the heads turned to the origin of it. There she was. Standing, hand bleeding slowly, Elain did not look like her actual composed self. 

Plop, plop, plop. 

A blink.

“Elain” murmured Nesta, shocked.  

The young female ignored her sister, taking small, controlled steps towards her goal, walking across glass shards. 

Crunk, crunk, crunk

A frown.

“Elain, what…” uttered Feyre, trying to grip her sister’s arm. 

Also ignored by the Cauldron-made fae, who gracefully side-step her to avoid being blocked. Elain, breathing heavily, finally stopped in front of a handsome red-headed male, overlooking the human queen gripping his arm. 

Woosh, woosh, woosh 

A snarl. 

Flicking away with her non-injured hand, the queen’s arm, Elain clutched the lapel of the green tunic, smearing her blood, a strange feeling of satisfaction within her. Leaving the sentiment to be examined later, she gripped harder at the tunic and the male wearing it well, and she dragged him to her gardens. 

Boom, boom boom

Boom, boom, BOOM

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM

She was drowning herself in the sound of Lucien’s heart? She did not stop until she got close to the Sidra river, far away from prying eyes.  

Reaching the bank, she abruptly turned back, colliding with her mate. 

Mine, miNE, MINE

The rage would not abate. 

He was hers. Hers. 

She dropped her head against the male’s chest, trying desperately to calm down. Even his lovely scent could not settle her. 

“What, in the Cauldron’s name, was that ?” said incredulously the redhead.  

She snarled at his tone, lifted her head and finally, finally she looked at his face.  His handsome, confused and stern face. 

She was so angry. At the Inner Circle, at that male and most of all at herself.  

“Well, are you going to say something? Or should we just listen to the sound of the river ?” grunted the fae. 

“Shut up !” He recoiled, almost taking a step back, only stopped by Elain’s hands, still clutching his tunic fiercely. “Shut up ! Shut up ! Shut up”

“Why don’t you try anymore ?” pursued Elain, still raging. “You take Emerie fishing and teach her how to survive in the wild. You spent entire afternoons with Gwyn at the library and even took the time to show Nesta some Autumn Court sword movements !”

She plowed on, a stormy inferno fueling her words. 

“And, of course, you see Feyre and Nyx ! And always when I am not there ! And let's not forget the days and nights you have with the firebird queen !”

“And Jurian, don’t forget,” added teasingly the male. 

Elain made a sound of disgust, ready to let go. 

“Elain,” he said softly, clinging to her hands, “Emerie, Gwyn and even Nesta, I helped them because yes, they are becoming my friends, but mostly because I could hear about you through them.” He twirled a strand of her hair, admiring its softness. “Nyx is lovely and Feyre is complicated and Vassa a friend. A friend who heard me talking about you, again and again.”

“Don’t you know it ? You are my favorite subject.” he smiled sadly. “I wish to see only you, to hear only you and to be only with you.”

“Lucien, I…” started Elain, but she let the words die on her lips. Instead, she stood on her tiptoe and she kissed him. She had dreamed of kissing for months but nothing could compare to the reality of kissing Lucien and to be kissed back. 

Passion, joy, tenderness. A strong undercurrent of desire. And the possibility of love. Everything they didn’t say for months, years was poured in that kiss. Finally, they separated, sharing a breath. 

“Lucien, I am sorry, I should have let you know sooner”  whispered Elain. “But I want to try, now.”

“You bossy little thing” muttered Lucien, nuzzling her nose. “We have years Elain. You will fall irrevocably in love with me and we will have a thousand years together.”

“Am I not the Seer, here ?” joked softly the fae female. 

“Mmm, but first I do not want to lose you to blood loss. Give me your hand, Elain.”

A shiver went through her at his authoritative tone. Lucien did not comment but his raised eyebrow and small smirk said it all. 

“Oh shut up.” huffed the browned eyed female, giving her bloodied hand. 

“Definitely the words of the night” joked Lucien, deposing a small kiss on her wrist. 

They both watched as the wounds closed, leaving no trace on her skin. 

“Elain?”

“Mmm?” she 

“Will you kiss me again or should I make you jealous first ?”

“You think you are funny” growled Elain. 

“I know I am and hands-” Lucien was not able to finish his thought since Elain kissed him again. But he didn’t mind. 

He didn’t mind at all.

[scionshtola]

tbh i kinda think it would have been a real mess on both sides if corishtola got together before shb

[boxwinebaddie]

this selena cover is the cd song ever of all time jysk :*

[inkskinned]

you said you were stuck in a time loop, which was fine. i feel like late-stage capitalism has us all in a time loop, ammiright? you came barging in at 5:33. in the morning. i hadn't even processed the idea of coffee.

but you had this look of utter panic in your eyes. terror like the ocean. you grabbed my cheeks. im in a time loop.

i don't know why in movies the first reaction is to deny it. when someone is panicking like that, it's not appropriate to ask them to calm down. it didn't matter if i believed it, what mattered was that you believed it so much that it was consuming you.

so here we are. i pour you some of the dark roast. "you look like utter and entire hell," i say.

you push your fingers into your eyes. "you always say that."

i try to think of something funny to say that i wouldn't have said on previous time loops, but jokes don't land without the proper timing (lol). "remind me to think -"

"-yeah, of a joke that only works in the future. and before you say anything, i know you're pissed i just stole your punchline." you bolt the coffee, which is wild. it's very hot. you don't seem to notice.

i blow on mine to cool it down. i both am very pissed at you and also i can't see you in this amount of panic without wanting to help. but i'm also not really sure what we are, not since i saw you kiss her like that, no offense. it just was like, kind of rude when you knew i liked you.

and besides. i'm just like, barely a person. i write omegaverse fanfiction. i love the concept of a time loop, but what the fuck am i gonna do? send an alpha in there? i open my mouth.

you point at me. "you're about to ask why me. and then say some disparaging shit about yourself. i'm just a nerd who plays dnd or something. that self-own is slightly different each time." you sigh. "i know you think you can't really help me. i don't know who can help me. i only came to you because you fucking believe me." you check your watch, sigh, and throw your head back. you cover your eyes with one hand. "i've come here on 26 separate revolutions," you say. "you have believed me every time. and yeah, i have no idea how you fit into this but i just -" you sigh again. "i just like fucking talking to someone about it."

"do you need more cof-" i start, but you're already holding the empty cup out. i frown at it. "you're not getting any more until you promise not to bolt this one like an animal."

you laugh a little and sit up, pushing your hair out of your face. "okay, that's new dialogue. but to be fair to you, i'm not usually this rude. i'm still pretty new at all of this." you check your watch again. another sigh. i guess you're cruising for a personal best in the Sigh Olympics.

i almost tell you im not an NPC but i've played enough video games to know i'm very much an NPC. i pour you another cup. "so what happens in the loop?"

"really bad explosion." you mutter into the mug. you put your elbows on the table (rude) and bury your face in your arms like an angsty teenager. one hand floats up while you talk, because evidently you literally can't talk without your hands. "i have to save the day and there's this bomb and i have no bomb training and it keeps moving, you know."

"do i die?"

you peek up from your arms. "yeah. bigtime. you keep trying to run or stay or do anything and you always super die."

"oh."

"to be fair, like, everyone dies in it though.... so you're in good company."

i hate that you make me laugh. i hate that being around you always feels tingly and strange, this electric tension between us. something that is evidently (given how you stuck your tongue down a stranger's throat literally 3 days ago) (well. 3 for me) super one-sided. i take a sip of my coffee and close my eyes.

i die today, i guess. a little spark of panic starts at the top of my hands and starts whipping up my wrists.

"shit," you say. you look at your watch and jump to your feet. "i have to go. if i can come back, i will. i am still trying to figure out when is best to do everything, you know? the order of stuff. maybe morning isn't good for us."

i look up at you and think about how you keep kissing me in the back of my car and in alleyways and in the dark. and i can never fucking get a read on you. and i also think about how incredibly panicked you look. how broken. how long have you been doing this? "i don't want to die," i say.

you glance downwards. "well, you're not really dead, you'll come back in the loop."

"but i will have died." my hands are shaking. i am trying really hard to stay calm.

you push your hands through your hair again. "i really have to go. i will have this discussion with the next version of you, though. it is like, something i am thinking about."

"but i don't get a next version," i say. i don't really have the language for this, because i haven't had 26 tries with you. i only have my memories: you, a week ago. drunk and telling me you loved me in my ear. you, kissing her anyway. you, months ago, throwing up on my birthday, whispering to me i ruin everything i touch, always, over and over. please don't ask. i can't ever fucking have that be you.

i run my finger along the rim of the mug. "i don't want to die in this one."

you seem baffled by this. "i get that but - time will reset, you'll be fine, you won't even remember we talked about this."

"but i know now." i stand up too. "i have to live the rest of this day knowing i could die. knowing i probably am going to."

"you could always die, to be fair."

i feel my hands get out of control. "earlier, you said i always say a different insult about myself. what if you're just going through different parallel universes and those are all just different - but real - versions of myself? what if you're not in a time loop, you're in a fucking universe loop?"

"if it helps, i've wondered this too. also, you're hot in all of them. if that helps."

i point at you. "no flirting. i'm trying to figure out if i die today."

"who's flirting?" you catch my wild hands and give me that long, perfect smile. like we're in this together. "i won't let ya die." you check your watch and sigh again. "well. maybe not this time."

i grit my teeth. you are so not making quips at me while i try to explain the existential dread i'm having. "does the time loop reset if i fucking kill you?"

"honestly i don't know how long it continues after i die, because i just wake up. it could be that the loop goes until the explosion for everyone, and we're all in the loop, or it could be that when i die, the loop restarts. when i die i wake up, is all."

i pull away from you and stalk into the kitchen and start doing all 3 of my dishes. "okay, first, you know i was joking. and secondly, this is exactly my point. you don't know if this is just a parallel universe. maybe in the ones where you died, the explosion happened and nobody reset and it's just you travelling." i have to stop and push the heel of my palm into my eyeball. "... how often have you died?"

i look at you. you look at me. you give me this very sad, halfway smile and a little what can ya do shrug. something in that action seems so old and weary that i want to burst into tears.

"i have to go," you say. "really. for real. there's this family of five i save from getting into a car crash. and i know it's like oh but we're all gonna die in the explosion anyway, what's the point. and..." you shrug again. "it matters to me, is all. at least i saved them for now. at least i saved anything."

you pad over to me and wrap me in a tight hug. you always seem so tall against me. i feel your cheek rest against the top of my head for a moment. for a second, it's just us, and the space is warm, and my heart is a little broken hare.

you leave me there, and i stand in my stupid badly lit kitchen with my stupid mugs. i think about you. i start texting my mom that she needs to get out of the city, but it feels pointless.

i don't know what to do. tomorrow is the same day for you. but i have to prepare to die in my today.