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[xluvablz]

❀: "just for tonight?"

pairing: ellie williams x reader.

summary: you and ellie cuddle up for the night.

word count: 1.9k

Ellie is behind a house in ruins, wrapping bandages around her arm. The blood piles up, seeping through her bandage. She seems tense and frustrated with herself. Peering from behind a rubbled wall, you cautiously step over the piling rocks scattering the moist ground. You advance towards Ellie, gently grazing her arm as a hello.

"Coast is clear, it doesn't look like there'll be any more surprises," you state.

During a routine surveillance of your assigned ground a couple of infected attacked you by surprise. It was an easy take down, but Ellie had been bitten in the process. You reminded her "It's no big deal el, we're both alive right?"; but she was frustrated with herself for being so careless. Ellie huffs and leans against the wall as you approach her, seeming frustrated and upset.

"…Damn, I can't believe I got bitten like that. I was stupid to not look around and see the infected sneak up behind me…" She says through gritted teeth. "You need to stop dwelling, what's done is done, besides we need to find a place to camp out before the sun sets."

A cool breeze dances through the sky at your words, causing a quick shiver to wrack your spine. Ellie, too caught up in her own head, fails to notice the cold change, and continues fiddling with the bandages. Her eyes glaze over in frustration, when you reach your hand out to help. Silently, you bandage her wounds with a light touch. Ellie lets you bandage her wounds, her expression softens somewhat as you do so, your caring and comforting touch helping to ease her frustration a little.

As you reassure her that it wasn't her fault, she looks up at you, her eyes meeting yours. She's a little surprised that you seemed to know what she was thinking, but she doesn't question it. She nods and swings her backpack over her shoulder.

"Yeah, let's get moving."

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As you reached the lookout before sundown, Ellie glanced up at the sky, a small sigh escaping her lips.

"Damn, that's pretty…" She murmurs, her eyes tracing over the warm hues of colours painting the sky. The sharp outline of the trees stands in stark contrast to the beauty of the sunset. She leans against the wall of the lookout, taking a moment to just watch the sunset with you.

"Yeah, it is" you reply, eyes set upon the delicate outline of her face against the setting sun. Her freckles were dark, spottily kissing her cheeks.

Ellie notices that you're looking at her, and she glances over at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She can feel your gaze on her, and it makes her feel a little flustered, but she doesn't pull away from it. She turns her gaze back to the sunset, her eyes tracing over the dark, spottily-kissed freckles on your face.

"I never get tired of watching sunsets. Reminds me how beautiful this world is, even with all the crap."

“I guess some things never change.” Ellie chuckles softly at your comment, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Yeah, I guess some things never do change. The world may be a messed up place, but the sunsets are still pretty damn perfect."

Ellie watches as you turn away from the balcony to start setting up camp. She takes a moment to watch you, admiring your sweetness before turning away herself. She slings her backpack over her shoulder, walking through the empty, ruined building before spotting some furniture for the two of you to sleep on.

"Here," Ellie announces "nice and comfy." She drops her bag and pats down the torn couch. It had certainly seen better days, but it was more than enough comfort for tonight.

"Hell yeah, miles better than sleeping on the ground," you exclaim, dropping your bag beside hers and plopping yourself down onto the couch. You sink into the cushion with a sigh, relishing the little comfort the couch provided.

"I'm exhausted" you giggle. Ellie grins at your comment, a sparkle of humour in her eyes.

"Yeah, me too. It's been a long day. Plus, dealing with those infected earlier really drained us."

You hum at her "Speaking of which, how's your arm?"

Ellie shrugs nonchalantly, glancing down at the bandaged arm.

"It's alright. It still hurts a bit but the bandages are doing their job." She stretches out her arm, wincing slightly as she moves it. "I'm just glad it wasn't worse."

"Good. I'll disinfect it and re-bandage it when we get back to Jackson."

Ellie nods in agreement. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea. I don't want it to get infected." She lets out a sigh, leaning back against the couch. "How many days until we're back in Jackson again?"

"Three. Then we get a whole month off! I'm gonna help Maria out with the school, they're a bit out of sorts, and I want the kids to have somewhere nice to learn."

Ellie's face lights up at your words. "Three days? Damn, that's a bit longer than I thought… but hey, a month off is gonna be awesome." She grins. She perks up as you mention helping out with the school. "You're gonna help teach the kids? That's pretty cool. They could definitely use some proper teachers."

"That's the plan, I wouldn't say i'm proper though" You grin through squinted eyes.

Ellie chuckles at your response, raising an eyebrow in amusement. "Yeah, I guess you're not exactly 'proper' teacher material. But hey, you're knowledgeable and you care about those kids. That's what matters, right?"

"Right." You sigh and recline back in your position. "I'm gonna rest, night el."

Ellie nods and smiles at you. "Yeah, same here. I'm exhausted." She shifts on the couch, trying to get comfortable. She lets out a yawn, shutting her eyes and trying to relax.

"Good night."

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Your chattering teeth wake you up. The night had grown colder, and you were freezing. You wrap yourself tighter in your hoodie but to no avail. You shift uncomfortably on the couch, trying to find some warmth but failing miserably. The cold air seeps through your clothes, sending shivers down your spine. You turn to look at Ellie, who's blissfully asleep beside you, completely unfazed by the cold. A small pang of envy courses through you as you watch her sleep peacefully, her unkempt bun messy, and the steady rise and fall of her chest under the moonlight.

As you watch her sleep, you can't help but imagine what it would be like to snuggle up to her, to feel her warmth against you. You know it's not a smart idea. You're just friends; you need to draw a line, to keep your distance. But as you're sitting there in the cold, listening to her soft breathing and watching her sleep, it's hard to resist the thought of wrapping your arms around her and pulling her close.

Your thoughts are broken abruptly by a soft, muffled moan from Ellie. Her face twists slightly, a troubled expression crossing her features. It's unclear if she's having a nightmare or if she's just uncomfortable in her sleep. She tosses and turns, her hand grasping at the air as if searching for something.

You gently shake Ellie's arm, attempting to wake her from her restless slumber. Her eyes flutter open, dazed and disoriented. She blinks a few times, her forehead creased with confusion as she adjusts to wakefulness.

"Hmm… what's going on?" She mutters groggily, rubbing her eyes and sitting up on the couch, looking at you with a puzzled expression.

“You were having a bad dream,” you suggest.

Ellie nods slowly, her eyes still a little foggy from sleep. She runs a hand through her hair, pushing it away from her face.

"Yeah… I guess I was," She mutters, a slight note of unease in her voice. "I don't really remember much about it, though… It was just… unpleasant…"

Worriedly you inquire “are you okay?” concern lacing your tone.

Ellie's shoulders sag a bit, a heavy sigh escaping her lips. "Yeah… I think so. Just… nightmares again." She leans back against the couch, her expression a mix of exhaustion and frustration. Her nightmares were a common occurrence, remnants of her past haunting her sleep.

“What can I do? I wanna help you…”

Ellie's expression softens at your words, touched by your concern. She glances at you for a moment, contemplating your offer. She sighs softly, dropping her gaze to the ground before speaking. "I don't know… but just… just sit here with me for a bit, okay?"

“Okay.” you whisper, shuffling closer to her side.

Ellie nods, grateful for the company. She shifts her body closer to yours, allowing your shoulder to touch hers as you sit together on the couch. The proximity is comforting, the heat of her body a subtle contrast to the cold air around you. She lets out a small sigh, closing her eyes momentarily as if relishing the feeling of being close to someone.

Ellie leans her head onto your shoulder, her body relaxing against yours. She lets out a soft sigh of contentment, her eyes fluttering shut. It's as if she finds solace in your presence, her body almost melting into your touch.

Your hand brushes her leg. Ellie doesn't move or react to your touch at first. But after a moment, she shifts her leg ever so slightly, drawing closer to you. She's almost certain she can feel your hand brushing against her leg, but she doesn't want to assume. She keeps her eyes closed, her mind focused on the comfort and security she feels being near you.

Gaining confidence you rub her thigh. Ellie's body responds to your touch. Her breath hitches slightly, a soft, almost imperceptible gasp escaping her lips. She keeps her head on your shoulder, her eyes still closed, but her body betrays her as she leans into your touch.

“It’s cold, huh?” you murmur.

Ellie nods slightly in agreement, her head still resting on your shoulder. She lifts her head up a bit to look at you with a slight pout, a small shiver running through her body.

"Yeah, it is…" She mutters, her voice soft and laced with a tinge of vulnerability. She shifts a little on the couch, unconsciously moving even closer to you, seeking more of your warmth.

“We might freeze.”

Ellie lets out a small huff of laughter as you squeeze her thigh, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The contact seems to relax her even more, her body almost moulding into yours.

In response, she slings her arm around your waist, pulling herself even closer to you. The heat of her body presses against you, providing a small but much-needed warmth in the cold night. As you rest your head against her chest, you can feel the steady rhythm of her heart. It's a slow and steady thump, like a gentle lullaby, hypnotising you with its soothing tempo. Ellie doesn't say a word, just continues to hold you close, her arm wrapped around your waist while her other hand rests on your back, caressing it ever so softly.

"Can we stay like this forever?" you mumble "Or at least just tonight."

Ellie's heart skips a beat at your words, a small shiver running through her body. She’s sure you heard it. She tightens her hold on you, pulling you even closer, as if she's afraid she might lose this moment if she lets go.

She lets out a soft sigh, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes. Yes, let's stay like this tonight. Just tonight."

this is my first ever fan fic!! I hope you liked it :3

credits to @cafekitsune for boarders

[xluvablz]

ahhh this is so cute!! thanks for the tag baby @ultravioletrayz ⋆˚✿˖°

⭑.ᐟ When did you start writing?

I mean, I guess I've been writing for ever! But I really started getting into it when I got a bit older, maybe ten or eleven?

⭑.ᐟ Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

I read fan fiction ofc, but i'm a fantasy romance and psychological novel girl at heart - big jump, noted. I also love the classic literatures and poetries, my favs being Jane Austen and Emily Brontë.

⭑.ᐟ Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

I mean I am certainly not compared to other writers, which I suppose in itself is a compliment. However, like so many others I draw inspiration from books or authors I admire, but you won't see much of that in my fan fics; It's more of a personal habit.

⭑.ᐟ Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

It's a whenever I like it feel type of vibe. When I have an idea, or even just a potential quote or storyline, I jot it down in google docs or notes. I so wish I could be one of those aesthetically pleasing girls who writes her thoughts in a journal, but thats just not me hehe. Also, in my bed with my kitiiieeess.

⭑.ᐟ What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?

I think I draw my muses from my emotions and the people around me. How I feel will prompt who I write and what. For more personal works I use whatever I can from my environment, and see where it leads me! Honestly, I think i'm too in-the-moment-prompted to realllyyy have a muse.

⭑.ᐟ Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

I express my positive emotions, because writing consumes me, and I enjoy the blossoming feeling of love or joy. I lean towards themes of romance and comfort, and paint pictures of the rawness of human touch and desire. I'm into reading smut, but not so much writing it. I feel very contempt telling stories about innocent love between the reader and a fav character.

⭑.ᐟ What is your reason for writing?

It's a hobby of mine, and I really enjoy it! It's honestly as simple as that :)

⭑.ᐟ Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

Well i'm a relatively new writer, so I don't have much of a fanbase, ergo I don't receive many comments. Buttttt, when I do I appreciate any form of positive re-enforcement. It's really lovely getting a "this is so amazing, I can't wait to read some more!" or "you're writing is really nice, keep it up!". You guys are the best <3

⭑.ᐟ How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

Hmm, remember me as a girl who loves poetry, warm tea and summer breezes. Remember me in pretty pearls and dainty jewellery. When the trees dance and the flowers sway, remember me in the rustling leaves. Remember me as a friend, lover and writer.

⭑.ᐟ What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

I think my greatest strength is my poetic outlook on life. Call it rose-tinted lenses, but I am able to express my thoughts and feelings through my words. I use imagery and metaphors to convey my meanings.

⭑.ᐟ How do you feel about your own writing?

I'm neutral about my works. I don't dislike them, that's for sure, but we all have room to improve! Sometimes I get writers block, but other times i'm flooded with creativity!!

as usual i don't know who to tag hehe, so i'll tag some of my fav writers! no pressures: @luveline @mariasont @arachine @deathlycupidd @matchamorphosis :)))

writer interview game

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Thank you for the tag Blondie! 🥰 @reverieblondie

When did you start writing?

-i wrote a bit in middle school but i consistently started writing fanfics in November '23!

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

-i like both reading and writing romance 🥰

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

-man I don't know 😭 but if i can come close to emulating the talent that my moots possess then that's a huge compliment!

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

-pretty much wherever and whenever I can 😭 I write in the notes app on my phone lolol. and i mostly write in my bedroom.

What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?

-ovulation week lol and caffeine 🥰 definitely gets the creative juices flowing for me.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

-i write about rain a lot in my fics. I also make nature references. I try to use a lot of poetry devices bc I just like that style of writing. Also I'm guilty of being very self indulgent at times.

What is your reason for writing?

-i use it as a coping mechanism and to escape the stresses of life lol. People seem to like it and I've met lots of lovely people in the process. Purely for fun and self enjoyment with hopes to publish maybe one day if I'm lucky enough and dedicated enough to write that much

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

-lol I love feral reactions and silly comments in the tags. Also when people tell me specifically what they loved about my fics or lines that they enjoyed are really nice to receive! 🥰🫶🏽

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

-hmmm not sure! I guess I just hope that people enjoy my writing and also think I'm a pleasant person aside from my writing endeavors! And also don't mind that I'm kind of all over the place and am kind of slow and sporadic with my updates. 🫶🏽 My hyperfixations have been ebbing and flowing and so my work depends a lot on where my mind is at.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

-hmmm not sure! I think I do a pretty good job with descriptions and details! I think I capture emotion pretty well.

How do you feel about your own writing?

-Some days I feel great! Other days not so much. I think my works have been flopping a lot lately and so I'm in my "writing for myself" era and just write whatever makes me happy at the moment and try to ignore the numbers. But it's hard sometimes 😭

no pressure tags: @mrsoharaa @sassypossumm @slushycoookie @muchosbesitos @miguel-ohara-wifey @yougavemeyourheartyouknow @actuallysaiyan @anonimusunnoaniswriting @swiftyangx12 @catladyoftheyr

@lxverrings @improbable-outset

[ultravioletrayz]

Hiii! Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool :3)

As much as I am a pessimist at heart, this is actually such a sweet idea, my dearest Blondie 💜

Umm, I really like my eyes, as like a physical component.

I’m proud of my ambitions and morals, especially in the context of my career goals.

I like my ability to stand up for myself and what I think is right, as well as my wit, which I often use to fight back against what I think is wrong.

I like my piercings, and I’m desperate to get more (but I’m broke rn).

And last but not least, I LOVE that even after months off of writing on Tumblr, I’ve been able to use it as an escape from the hardships I’m facing currently and embrace the family and community I’ve found and created on this platform.

Now it’s your turn!!

@xluvablz @pxtched @improbable-outset @mybvalentine @monarchberrysblog @risararelywrites @trinthealternate @lazyjellyfish300 @rhythmloid @gltzpzy

[xluvablz]

❀: "a bantering game"

pairing: bbf!ellie williams x reader.

summary: you and your brothers best friend are constantly arguing, so you finally shut her up (she shuts you up).

warnings: there is no smut but it is insinuated. ellie's lowkey an a-hole. swearing :p.

word count: 1.9k

Every weekend she would come over. You couldn't stand her sometimes, her comebacks were always better.

Her and your brother always played video games in the living room, the place where you spent a lot of time.

"Kill it! Kill-- what the.." Ellie spans as you turn off the Wi-Fi. "Ah, look who came out. What, jealous?" She says as she smirks. The big headphones still on.

You wondered where your brother had gotten off too.

"Of what? Your loud screaming? It's piercing." You roll your eyes, annoyance evident on your face.

"Nah, of my skills. I can tell you're jealous." She teases and chuckles as she takes her headphones off.

"Or am I wrong?" She looks at you and smirks again, a cocky expression on her face.

"You don't have any skills Williams, only an aggravating tone and a dumb best friend."

She chuckles. "You're just jealous that I'm better than you in every way." She says cockily and smirks at you, as if daring you to argue.

With a deep sigh you cross your arms and nonchalantly lean back against the wall. "Whatever helps you sleep, I suppose."

Ellie's smirk widens, enjoying the fact that she was annoying you. "Aww, look at you, trying to act indifferent. We both know you're seething inside. You're just too afraid to admit it."

And you are seething, she’s a cocky asshole, but you won't let her get to you. "You must be thinking about me a lot, huh?" you smirk. "Always picking arguments, snapping back."

Ellie chuckles at your reply, amused by your attempt to rile her up. "Oh, princess, if you only knew how often I think about you. It's like a hobby of mine, trying to get you all worked up..."

“Princess”. the pet name surprises you, she talks a lot of shit, but she has never called you by anything so forward. Your face heats up a little, to your utter dismay. "Well- point proven then." Your demeanour is slipping, and it's apparent, but your attitude stays.

Ellie's smirk widens as she sees a hint of redness on your face, noticing how the pet name had surprised you. "Ah, struck a nerve?"

She takes a step closer, her cocky tone unwavering. "And baby, I've barely even started. You haven't seen anything yet."

You straighten your position against the wall, trying miserably to look confident. "I'm sure I haven't, why don't you show me if you're so sure?" You smirk at your own words.

Ellie chuckles and moves even closer to you, closing the gap between you two. She leans in, her smirk turning into a smirk-smile. "Oh doll, you're playing a dangerous game here."

She reaches out and lightly places a finger on your chin, tilting your chin up to make you look at her. Her emerald eyes staring into yours.

"You might just get more than you bargained for.. if you're ready for it, of course."

"I can take anything you throw at me, Williams," you quip back.

Ellie chuckles, her smirk growing even wider. "Such confidence." She says as she leans in even closer, her face mere inches away from yours.

"You know, there's a thin line between confidence and cockiness, and you're walking it." Her eyes bore into yours, and a hint of mischief is evident in her gaze. "But I admire your courage, princess, I do. It's almost endearing."

Your eyes widen at her words, your voice caught in your throat. Ellie smiles mischievously. her hand slips from under your chin as she leans back, turning to leave the room. Ellie saunters out of the room, leaving you slightly flustered and speechless. She can’t help but smile to herself as she walks away, pleased with the effect she has on you.

The image of your wide eyes and flushed cheeks stuck in her mind.

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It was the weekend again, meaning Ellie would come over and bother you. Jordan had already let her in, and judging by the sound of her voice from the kitchen, she was making herself at home. You grumpily strut through the doorway, wanting a glass of milk, knowing you'll leave with a bitching from ellie.

Ellie smirks as she sees you enter the kitchen, leaning against the kitchen island. "Well, look who decided to show themselves. Princess graces us with her presence." you roll your eyes at the jab, b-lining for the fridge.

Ellie chuckles as you ignore her, opening the fridge and grabbing the milk. She leans against the island and watches you pour yourself a glass.

"Aw, you're not even gonna say hi? I'm hurt, baby." She says sarcastically, feigning a hurt expression.

“Stop hitting on my sister bro.” Your brother sneers at her, causing a slight chuckle from you.

Ellie side eyes you before rolling her eyes at Jordan's comment. "Oh, come on, it's all in good fun. Besides, your sister loves the attention,"  she replies with a smirk, giving you a quick glance.

"Whatever, man." he replies, turning his back to you both, heading back upstairs to his room. Your heart drops as you hear his footsteps retreating, knowing you were once again alone with ellie. Ellie chuckles in amusement as your brother leaves the kitchen, seeing the look on your face and being unable to help but tease you.

"Looks like it's just us now," she says, her eyes darkening as she steps closer to you.

"Not for long", you think. Glass in your hands, you turn on your heel. "I'm gonna head back to my room, so."

She laughs at your attempt to leave. "Running away already? I thought you could take anything I threw at you."

Ellie moves quickly, placing herself between you and the doorway, effectively blocking your escape. "Leaving so soon? And here I was, expecting some entertainment."

Your grip on the glass tightens. "Move, Williams," your teeth clench. "Now."

Ellie's loves seeing how much she gets under your skin. She stands her ground, and instead of moving, she takes another step closer to you, closing the gap between you.

"Oh, look at you, getting all feisty. You'll have to make me move if you want to leave so badly."

She easily plucks the glass from your hand and places it on the counter, effectively trapping you against it.

She moves even closer, pressing her body against yours. Her emerald eyes staring into yours, her gaze intense and unwavering. "Not so full of your self now, huh?" She teases, her voice low and sultry.

Your eyes narrow, lips parted. "You’re so fucking annoying, you now that?" you mumble, and you're sure she does, but you don't know if she can see through the facade. Ellie chuckles at your words. She knows that deep down, beneath the feigned annoyance, there is something else, something you refuse to acknowledge.

"You can try to act tough all you like, but we both know how you really feel." She states, her smirk growing wider. "Don't think I can't see right through you." Your face flushes with heat, and you turn your head to the side, avoiding her gaze.

Ellie hums at your reaction, seeing the blush on your face. Your attempt to look away doesn’t go unnoticed by her. She reaches out and gently places a finger on your chin, turning your head back to face her.

"Look at you, getting all flustered. You can't even look me in the eye, can you? It's adorable."

Her warm hands hold your head in place. You sigh defeatedly. "Why can't you just leave me alone?" you whisper, your breath gently brushing her lips. Ellie senses your surrender.

"Baby, where would be the fun in that? I enjoy our little exchanges too much. Plus, you secretly enjoy our banter as much as I do." She replies, her gaze fixed on your lips. Your eyes pierce hers, unsure and hot. She knows she has you cornered, and your silence speaks volumes.

"You don't have to say anything. I can see it in your eyes. Your body betrays your words." She speaks, her voice low. Her eyes never leave yours, staring into them intently.

Ellie's gaze is unwavering, and within her eyes, you can see a mix of confidence, desire, and something else. Something you couldn't quite understand, but it sent goosebumps down your spine.

"Just admit it, you love this. The arguing, the little banter, the way I get under your skin. Admit it." Her body is still pressed against yours.

You lean closer, shifting your weight. Ellie notices your subtle movement. Her breath hitches slightly, her eyes never leaving yours.

"Getting brave now, are we?" She teases, her voice lowered yet filled with a huskiness that makes your heart skip a beat. Yet her remarks make your eyes roll. Ellie notices your eye roll, her smirk widening even more. She relishes in the fact that she can make you react so easily.

"You can try to deny it as much as you like. We both know the truth, you can't resist me."

Her voice is faint but certain. Truth is, you couldn't care less what she has to say. Your lips ghost hers before she pulls you in.

Her words fade into the background as your lips hover tantalisingly close to hers. Her eyes widen slightly, surprised by your sudden forwardness but quickly regains her composure. She closes the distance between you, pulling you closer.

Her lips met yours in a sharp kiss, filled with both passion and dominance. The kiss is intense, filled with a fire that consumes you both. Ellie's hands glide down to your waist, her fingers possessively gripping the flesh of your hips. She pulls you closer, eliminating any space between your bodies. A faint moan escapes your lips, giving Ellie the access she sought. Her tongue slips into your mouth, exploring every inch. Her hands continue to grip your waist, keeping you in place, as she deepens the kiss. You break apart, needily gasping for air. 

Her breathing is heavy and uneven. Her eyes, darkened with desire, remain fixed on yours, a hint of satisfaction in her gaze.

"You are so needy, baby," she murmurs, "getting all riled up over a kiss. I wonder what else I can do to make you come undone."

Your pupils dilate with desire, “wanna find out?” you question.

Ellie's smirks, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"You're playing a dangerous game," she flirts back, "but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't intrigued."Your hands hold Ellies tight, leading her up the stairs and into your room. The door closes behind you, and she wastes no time, pinning you against the wall once more.

"Been waiting to take you in this pretty pink room," she purrs, her voice dripping with desire. "And I intend to show you exactly what I can do."

Your brother might be waiting a while… ;)

I giggled writing this hehhhehehehe, also poor jordan all aloneee.

credits to @cafekitsune for boarders

[xluvablz]

❀: “the alchemy of unrequited love”

pairing: hermione granger x f!reader.

summary: in the quiet of the potions classroom, your unguarded emotions spill out, leaving hermione caught in the weight of what’s left unsaid.

warnings: angsty, unrequited love, lesbian comphet? (hermione claims she loves ron, but deep down her heart longs for reader), I feel like a lot of the fic is from 'miones pov.

word count: 2.0k

The potions classroom was dimly lit, the candles casting a soft glow on the many potions supplies scattered around the room. Hermione was focused, carefully measuring and stirring the ingredients in front of her. She glanced up, noticing your gaze flickering around the room. "Are you paying attention?" Hermione questions sternly, her eyes shifting from the potion to you. She knew the importance of precision and focus in potion-making and expected you to give the task at hand your full attention.

"Mhm? Oh, yes! I'm deeply focused.." you dreamily respond, not caring for your obvious disinterest. Your eyes dazed, entrapped by her figure. Was her hair always so silky?

Hermione glanced at you, her eyebrows raising in slight concern at your distant expression. She couldn't tell if it was the silence of the room, or if you were just that bored. "This potion's really not that difficult to prepare, you should at least pay attention," she scolds. She takes a step closer, narrowing her eyes slightly as she observes you. Your dazed expression makes her feel uneasy.

"Sorry, 'mione, I'm just a little... well, distracted. Should we bench this lesson for now?"

Hermione sighs, setting down the potion on the table. The concern in her eyes grew as she observed your behavior. "Distracted?" she asks, crossing her arms. "What could possibly be distracting you that much?" She was genuinely confused – she thought she was doing a great job explaining and guiding you through the recipe, so what else could've been so captivating?

"Oh you know..." you begin, "...stuff?" you continued hesitantly, acutely aware of your lazy excuse.

Hermione raises an eyebrow, clearly not convinced by your vague answer. "Stuff?" she questions. She leans against the table, her eyes intently locked on you. "What kind of stuff?" she presses. It was unusual for you to be this distracted, especially during a lesson on potions.

"Yeah, stuff. I have a lot of thoughts racing up here." You explain, as you lightly tap your temple with your finger.

Hermione's eyebrows furrow, her analytical mind trying to figure out what was going on. The tapping of your finger on your temple intrigues her, adding to the mystery of your behavior. She didn't like when things didn't make sense, and this behavior was definitely one of those things.

"Can't you focus on the potion?" Hermione questions. "We can't be here all day." She was aware of the importance of focusing on the task at hand, and she didn't understand why you were having such a difficult time concentrating on it. You sigh dismissively before allowing her to continue the lesson, hoping you'd be able to grasp at least some of what she had taught you.

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After the lesson ended, Hermione gathered her things, her mind still pondering over your strange behavior during the lesson. She glances at you, her curiosity getting the best of her. "Did you listen to any of what I said?” Hermione inquires, as you begin walking the halls of the castle.

"I tried 'mione, I really did. You're just so admirable."

Hermione's face contorts in surprise at your compliment. It hadn't been the response she was expecting, but it did make her feel a bit warm inside. She couldn't help but smile faintly at the compliment. "Thank you..." she replied softly, unsure of what else to say. ”You seemed really distracted, though. Are you sure you're okay?" she presses, her concern for you evident.

"Mhm, just thinking things over, yeah?"

Hermione's concern slightly dissipates at your reassurance, but a small part of her still questions your state. "Okay..." she speaks hesitantly, her eyes searching your face for any signs of deception. "If something's bothering you, you know you can talk to me, right?" she says softly, her tone reassuring.

"I know Hermione, you're a great friend. I'll see you later?" You exclaim as you reach the entrance to your common room, turning on your heels, eager to collapse into bed. She watches as you stride away, disappearing into the entrance to your common room. 

"Right, later.." she trails off, unable to shake off the feeling that there is something you aren’t telling her. She stands in the hallway for a moment, her thoughts still lingering on your strange behavior, before leaving to return to her studies in the library.

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Hermione was walking through the courtyard with Harry and Ron when she noticed you nearby. She hadn't seen you since the potions lesson, and she was still concerned. As she approached, she observed your slightly strange behavior once again. "Hey..." she greets softly, her eyes narrowing as she tries to figure out what was wrong. "Are you okay?" she asks, concern evident in her voice.

You look up at her and sigh, clearly not in a mood for chatter. "Hermione, I already told you, I'm fine. Would you please drop it?"

Hermione was becoming  increasingly more bewildered by your behavior, and it frustrated her that you refused to open up to her. She didn't understand why you were so hesitant to share what was bothering you, and it made her worry.

"I just want some time to myself." You speak up, avoiding her piercing gaze.

Hermione's frustration only increases at your stubbornness, and she crosses her arms, her eyes narrowing. She is determined to get to the bottom of your behavior, even if you didn't want her to. "Time to yourself? What for?" she asks, her tone dripping with annoyance. "I can't just let this drop, especially when you're acting so weird."

"Why do you always have to be so nosey? I can't want some alone time anymore?" You grit back.

Hermione sucks in a breath at your harsh tone, her temper now flared. She wasn't used to you speaking to her this way, and it stung. "Nosey? I'm not being nosey, I'm worried about you! You've been acting strange for days, and you won't even tell me what's wrong!" Hermione snaps back.

"Well, maybe it's none of your business! Have you considered that?" You clap back, face stern and unrelenting.

Hermione's jaw drops at your sharp response, and her eyes widen even more. Your words stung, and she feels hurt by your sudden hostility. "None of my business? Are you kidding me?" she retorts, her anger rising to the surface. "Of course, it's my business when my friend is acting strangely and won't tell me why!"

"That's exactly why, Hermione! I'm your friend, and that's it. I will never be anything more to you, and that breaks my heart. I see the way you oogle at Ron, you can't deny it!"

Your expression softens slightly, your anger slowly seeping away, replaced with pain. Your confession catches her off guard, and she feels a pang in her chest at the hurt in your voice. She hadn't realized the depth of your feelings for her, and the realization hit her like a ton of bricks. She wants to deny it, to argue against it, but the truth was, your words rang true and she couldn't ignore the pang of guilt she felt. You choke back the sobs threatening to spill, eyes a swirling glassy haze of hurt and misfortune.

 "I can't keep sitting idly, watching you slip away!"

Hermione's heart aches as she watches you choke back tears, and she feels a mix of guilt and sadness at your confession. She wants to argue, to deny it, to say that it wasn't entirely true, but deep down, she knew it was. She knew that her heart had always been with Ron, and that it would never be with you. And hearing the pain in your voice only solidified that fact. "I..." she trails off, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Save it." You respond, a blunt tone evident in your voice. "It's too late. I'm too late." You continue as you hastily stand up, turning your back to the quivering brunette. "I'll see you in potions class."

Hermione stands frozen, and watches you walk away. Tears well up in her eyes as she watches you leave, her heart breaking. She can’t believe she hadn't noticed your feelings for her, and the thought of losing you as a friend made her heart sink. "Wait-" she calls out weakly, but you were already gone, and the silence in the courtyard only made her feel more alone.

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The Potions classroom was silent, and the air thick with tension. The scent of various herbs and ingredients lingers in the air, creating an atmosphere filled with anticipation. Hermione sits at her desk, her eyes fixated on the textbook in front of her, but her mind wanders. She can’t focus, her thoughts consumed by your recent confession and the painful silence between you two.

As the clock ticks, and the class begins, she can barely concentrate on the potion-making. Her movements are a little slower, a little more hesitant, as her mind replays the scene in the courtyard over and over again. Her wandering mind doesn’t register the loudly ringing bells, indicating the end of class. Instead, she is abruptly shaken from her thoughts by a warm hand perched upon her shoulder. "Class is over, Hermione," You whisper to her. "Can we.. um, talk?"

Your heart skips a beat as she looks up, her eyes meeting your gaze, and for a moment, a mixture of emotions similar passes through you both. She swallows the lump in her throat and nods slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah, we should talk.." she replied, her voice wavering slightly.

You take a deep breath, collecting yourself as you glance around, the classroom has emptied out, and the two of you are left alone. Hermione nervously toys with the edge of her robe, waiting for the right words to come. "About earlier..." she begins, her voice barely above a whisper. You abruptly cut her off, "No, I'm sorry. I was out of line, and I shouldn't have said what I did. You've been through so much, you don't deserve to be treated like that."

"You don't need to apologise," she murmurs, her voice full of understanding. "You were just expressing your feelings, and you have every right to feel the way you do." Her hand reaches out, gently touching yours, offering a gesture of comfort.

"Yes, but what I said about you and Ron... I just, I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, really. I understand. It must've been really hard for you." She hesitates for a moment, then adds softly, "And I do care about you, you know. A lot."

"I know.." you mumble, a small smile adorning your lips.

Hermione's smile widens at your reply, and her grip on your hand tightens reassuringly. "It's okay, really," she whispers again, her voice filled with sincerity. "We'll get through this. We'll figure it out, together." You let out a soft sigh, and she adds, "I'm sorry if I made you feel like I don't value your feelings. I do value our friendship, more than anything."

You peer up at her through half-lidded eyes, red from the tears you had earlier shed. You wrap your hands around her neck, crushing her in a deathly tight hug. Your eyes flutter shut with your movement as Hermione’s body relaxes against yours. She wraps her arms around you, holding you tightly. You bury your face into your shoulder, the scent of her filling your senses. 

She thinks for a moment, questioning her feelings and the depth of her emotions for Ron, before softly murmuring "It'll be okay," her voice muffled by the embrace. "It'll be okay" you mirror her words.

As the two of you stand there in the quiet potions classroom, entwined in each other's embrace, both your minds race with a mix of emotions, hearts aching. Hermione envisions a future with you, perhaps something more than friendship, before pushing the thought aside. She continues to hold you tightly, rubbing comforting circles on your back, allowing the silence to envelope the room.

this is my first angsty fic! it kinda hurt, ngl. i'll deff make a part two, as i don't think hermione is being true to herself, and loves the reader as much as you love her!! ( ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥)

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[xluvablz]

first and foremost, I love you and your theme is so cute (your welcome)

second, I have a request, my angel.

you work at scoops ahoy with robin and you guys have an ice cream fight

...end in you both getting fired but it was worth it

hehehehehe

❀: "sticky situatons"

pairing: robin buckley x f!reader.

summary: robin shows up late to work, only to intrude on some boring cleaning. you decide to spice things up, but get into trouble from your boss.

word count: 1.2k

Robin rushes through the door of Scoops Ahoy, late for her shift “Hi!! I’m so so sorry I’m late” she starts rambling

"Hey, about time! Where were you?"

She looks sheepish. “I sort of umm….accidentally overslept?”

"Robin! We've talked about this..." you reply cheekily.

She timidly grins at you while tying her Scoops Ahoy hat on. “I know, I know…but in my defence…my bed is very comfy!”

"You have no defence, now come help me mop." You remark, tossing her a spare mop. You dip the head back into the bucket, skilfully twisting and draining the excess water. "It's a long list of chores today Robi"

She dramatically groans and pouts at your request. “Ughhh I hate chores…” She picks up the mop with far less skill, and begins mopping the floor at a much slower pace. 

“Pick up the pace, Grandma” You mock, drawing out the ‘ah’ sound. Her mouth falls open and looks up at you in fake annoyance.

“EXCUSE me!” she moves the mop a little faster, yet still nowhere near your speed.

You giggle mischievously, "You heard me!"

She sticks her tongue out at you as she continues her task. “You’re so mean to me!”

"You haven't seen the best of me yet, Buckley!"

“Hmph!”

She continues.

“You’re evil, y’know that?” she pouts.

Your lips curl into a playful grin, as an idea sparks your interest. "Wanna do something fun Robi?"

She looks up curiously and raises an eyebrow at you “It depends…”

“It depends..?”

“Yes, it depends…”

Her hands rest on the mop handle, as her eyes narrow slightly in suspicion. Your eyes glaze over impishly, and you flash her a toothy grin. Captivated by the innocence behind your appearance, Robin barely comprehends your swift movements. Your hands pick up a scoop of rum raisin, and aim for her face. The sweet treat covers her cheek in a layer of creamy goodness, and her eyes widen in shock.

“Hey!!” She gasps in disbelief, a look of mock offence on her face.

You heartily laugh in return, pride evident on your face from the chaos you have caused.

Robin, not even missing a beat, uses her finger to wipe the ice cream off her face, placing it into her mouth and licking it. A smirk flashes over her face before she scoops the ice cream from the counter and flings it straight back in your face. Your laughter is gagged by a mouthful of ice cream. Shocked, your eyes widen in surprise.

She tries to conceal a loud giggle as she watches your shock slowly turn into faux anger. She slowly takes a step back, preparing herself to make a run for it. Both fists full of half-melted chocolate fudge sundaes, you take off after her, chuckling a few paces behind.

Your heavy footsteps gain distance on her, and a look of panic washes over her face as

she frantically glances back and forth, looking for a place to hide, before she darts behind the counter.

"You can run but you can't hide" you joke, prepared with a vengeance for a back and forth game.

“Hey! You’re not supposed to know where I am!!” She calls out, as she ducks under the counter and scoots herself far underneath it, where you hopefully can’t find her.

Obvious to her poor hiding, you round the counter and smush the remaining stickiness from your hands into her face with a shriek. She squeals, the ice cream smearing across her skin and into her hair

“Heyheyhey! You’re getting ice cream everywhere!!” She attempts to wipe the ice cream off her face.

You drop to the tiled floor beside her, choking on your happiness. Robin’s lips curl into a frown as she watches you trying not to laugh, the ice cream coating her upper half.

“This isn’t funny!” But she can’t help giggling, despite herself.

Your eyes interlock, endearment accentuating the pearlescent blue of her irises. She gazes back into your eyes as she sits beside you, the sweetness of the ice cream surrounding her like a halo, her hair completely drenched in the melting mess, and she smiles slightly. In the midst of your foolishness, you had completely blanked on where you were; at work, your job, the place that earned you money. Slowly, the realisation starts to sink in, and her smile falters slightly.

“We- we should get back to cleaning..”

She looks around at the mess of ice cream on the floor and the counter, and groans. Your smile too drops as you look around, but furthermore as a distant voice calls "Girls! Oh my goodness- what the hell happened here?'

Both your faces go pale, the manager’s voice cutting through the air.

“Crap, um… how do we explain this?” She whispers to you, as footsteps approach.

“I don’t know, I think we’re screwed” You reply.

“Yep…”

She looks down at the melted ice cream smeared across her skin in a moment of defeat. Suddenly, the manager rounds the corner, staring at you both in shock and horror at the scene before her.

"What is the meaning of this mess! Have you both lost your minds?"

Robin looks up with a faltering grin, trying to come up with a cover-up lie.

“We, uh…” Her voice trails off, as she struggles to produce an excuse.

"Save the excuses for your pity party, both of you clean this up and get out. You're fired."

“Wait, what? Fired??”

Worry spreads across her face like wildfire, the reality of the situation dawning upon her, and she looks at you, the fear in her eyes clear. As her eyes meet your alarming calm stare, she breathes out, the fear slightly dissipating. She tries desperately to keep her breathing calm, to stay as composed as you in the face of this unexpected situation the manager looks at the both of you, clearly not in the mood. 

“Did you both not hear me? Clean up this mess, and then get out. Your jobs are done here, understood?”

You both hurriedly disperse to clean your messes before collecting your things to walk away in shame. With your bag slung over your shoulder, and cardigan in your arms, you peer back at your now ex-manager with a look of sympathy. She shows no remorse, and you can't help but giggle. As you start to walk away, Robin notices the amused look that crosses your face, and can’t help but smile a little, even if it seems a tiny bit bitter-sweet.

“Why are you smiling?”

"Because it's silly; and god, so worth it."

Her salty smile turns into a genuine one, as she remembers the fun of the moment, before her words get interrupted by a sigh and she shakes her head a little.

“But we were fired… what are we going to do now?”

"I'm not sure.. but we'll work something out." You reassure her. Smirking, your thumb gently wipes a spot of cream from her cheek, lingering for longer than two ‘just co-workers’.

Despite the situation, she can’t help but find solace in your touch and the reassuring word sends a shiver of pleasure through her. Her cheeks turn a light shade of pink, contrasting the mess covering her face as she feels your thumb brush her skin, and she unconsciously leans into your touch.

“You’re right, we’ll figure it out.”

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[xluvablz]

⌇ellie williams !

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☆ "just for tonight?"

you and ellie cuddle up for the night.

☆ "a bantering game"

you and your brothers best friend are constantly arguing, so you finally shut her up (she shuts you up).

(more coming soon...)

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[xluvablz]

❀: "secrets in the sunlight"

pairing: luna lovegood x f!ravenclaw!reader.

summary: amid hogwarts' courtyards, you and luna share heartfelt confessions, leading to the discovery of mutual love sealed with a tender kiss.

word count: 1.2k

Arm in arm, you and Luna blissfully walk together through the courtyards of Hogwarts, humming with each step, as the sun shined and the breeze gently blew her perfectly blonde hair. Hogwarts looked as magical and beautiful as ever, and everything seemed perfect, when Luna suddenly stops walking. She looks up at you, her large blue eyes full of curiosity. Noticing her sudden movements, you peer back intrigued. 

"Are you quite alright, Luna?" you question.

She nods and smiles, giggling softly. "Can I tell you a secret?" Luna askes, tilting her head to one side.

"You know you can tell me anything," you respond giddily, fingers tracing delicate shapes on her hands.

Luna takes a quick glance around, noting nobody was nearby, before taking a deep breath, her cheeks now a bright red. 

"Well.. I-I.." She stutters, unable to find the right words. You wait patiently, giving her the space to express her thoughts.

"The truth is… and I've been meaning to tell you for a while, but… I like someone and yet I'm too scared to tell them how I feel.." Luna finally admits. Her face was now beet red and her view was directed down at the ground, as if she couldn't make eye-contact.

Your eyes widen slightly is surprise, unexpecting of her words. Your heart dampens a touch, registering what she has told you. Luna has an interest in someone else? "Who?" you wonder. Your silence does not go unnoticed by the ditzy blonde.

"They are… also in Ravenclaw.” Luna starts, “Very smart and always does well in classes..". She begins to describe them, but quickly cuts herself off, too afraid to say anything more.

"Well, I...I suppose you should just tell them how you feel. There is no point in dwelling, besides, they would be a fool to not reciprocate." You respond, trying to ease her nerves and settle your racing inquiries.

"Are you.. sure?" Luna askes, biting her bottom lip as she glances up at you. Her heart was pounding, as though it would escape the confines of her chest.

"I-I don't know... What if they say no?" She stutters in a soft voice.

"Then they are not worth your time, my love," you smile gently at her, admiring her funky earrings under the golden rays. "Besides, what do you need a boy for? They are so childish and petty," you begin as you tug her arm, an indication to resume your leisurely stroll. 

"Yes, you're right." Luna stammers as she matches your pace, flustered at the notion of being called love.

"But," Luna suddenly speaks up, looking confused.

"A boy? I never said it was a boy." She speaks, tilting her head to the side questioningly.

"Oh well, I just assumed... I'm sorry, is it not..?"

"No, it’s quite alright!" Luna states softly, giggling to herself as she looks down at her hands, nervously playing with her painted fingers.

"It's not a boy.." She tenderly adds. Your heart clenches in your chest. A girl no less, she still wasn't you.

Luna glances at you, as if waiting for you to say something else. "I-Is that okay?" She finally questions, her breathing labored, wondering what you would say next.

"Merlin, yes, of course! No.. I'm glad it's a girl. I like one too actually. I'm sorry..."

Luna's eyes widened in surprise, a small smile forming on her pale lips.

"Really, you do? Who is it! Oh, please tell me!" Luna exclaims in her usual dreamy tone, laced with excitement.

You breathe deeply, mentally tracing Luna's features with a paint brush, like she was your muse. "Oh, she's... well she's beautiful really. She's like spring, warm and blossoming. When she smiles I am captivated by her radiance, like the sun will forever shine. And her eyes... Merlin her eyes are like the sea, soothing and calm yet wide and fierce. She's like a warm embrace. I don't know how I got so lucky to know her."

Luna listens intently, her heart fluttering in her chest and cheeks a pale rosy colour. Her eyes sparkling as she takes in your words.

"She sounds exquisite.." Luna compliments kindly.

"She is..." You trail off, gaze softened upon her freckled cheeks.

Her heart is beating so incredibly loud, she wonders if you could hear it.

"I’m sure she feels the same about you.." she reasons, continuing to fidget with her hands, longing for your approval. 

"I really hope she does. Colour me the luckiest girl in the world, if she loves me as I love her."

Feeling butterflies form in her stomach, Luna begins to feel queasy. Hearing you say such wonderful words about another girl gave her mixed emotions, she found it incredibly sweet, yet heartbreaking as you carried on, a small pang of jealousy in her gut. She didn't want to admit her pain, yet her face deceived her, and her bottom lip started to quiver, eyes glassy. You notice her spark faltering. Gracefully, you reach your hand to lightly touch her face, guiding her chin to your direction. 

"You're hopeless, you know," you tease. Luna's face contorts into a look of confusion. "Who else would I be referring to, if not you?"

Luna blinks slowly, her mind blank, and she quivers slightly.

"Me? The girl you like… is me?" She whispers, her brows furrowed. She was speechless, and lost in her own daydreams.

You breathily laugh, "Of course she's you, do you not see the way I long for you?".

You were both breathless, heads spinning dizzy. Luna felt as if she was dreaming, and suddenly she was afraid she would wake up. You however, could only hope it was a dream, worried that what you had spoken would ruin your friendship. 

"I just.. I can’t believe it is me who you desire.” 

"Well I do, my lovely" you state, brushing a wild curl behind her ear. "And what about you, who is it that you like?".

You felt as though you would explode, waiting for her response felt like an eternity. 

"You.." She finally admits.

She was shaking with nervousness, her eyes wide and full of anticipation. She wanted to say something else, but her mind had gone black. Luna couldn't help but think to herself, "was this real? Or perhaps it is a dream?" Your delicate touch and heavily beating heart reassured her that this was, in fact, reality. You step closer to her, connecting your bodies, sending a flourishing warmth within you. You stare lovingly into her eyes, losing focus of your surroundings. Her angelic hair and adorable dimples drew you in, igniting a confidence to tenderly graze her lips with your own. You both shut your eyes, and carefully you connected your lips with hers. The kiss is one of serenity, flooded by your shared feelings. You cradle her face in your hands before breaking the kiss, in need of air, but unrelenting in your hold; as though if you were to let go, this moment would slip away. Luna, too, pulled away, angling her neck to look at you with fondness, still holding you close. 

You both felt a redamancy within each other, a feeling which you would cherish.

I love luna, shes the best hp character!! I'm falling back down this fandom rabbit hole, so expect to see more fics!

credits to @cafekitsune for boarders

[ultravioletrayz]

this is so random and fun i love it

thank you @lazyjellyfish300 + @lxverrings for the tags!!

no pressure tags!! @xluvablz @pxtched @risararelywrites @fake-bleach @fairlyang

I came across this tag game and thought it looked fun so let’s do this. In this game you pick stuff from your room and have people vote on which one they want to take home.

I tag: @samblerambles @vizishereig @resident-rats @goodpointsandbadpoints @thebrandywine @lliinno-blog (anyone is welcome to participate honestly)

[xluvablz]

⌇robin buckley !

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☆ "sticky situations"

robin shows up late to work, only to intrude on some boring cleaning. you decide to spice things up, but get into trouble from your boss.

(more coming soon...)

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[xluvablz]

⌇emily prentiss !

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☆ "midnight whispers"

after a long and gruelling case, emily comes home to your welcoming embrace.

(more coming soon...)

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[xluvablz]

⌇hermione granger !

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☆ “the alchemy of unrequited love”

in the quiet of the potions classroom, your unguarded emotions spill out, leaving hermione caught in the weight of what’s left unsaid.

(more coming soon...)

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[xluvablz]

⌇luna lovegood !

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☆ "secrets in the sunlight"

amid hogwarts' courtyards, you and luna share heartfelt confessions, leading to the discovery of mutual love sealed with a tender kiss.

(more coming soon...)

credits to @cafekitsune for boarders

[xluvablz]

it’s my birthday YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!! <33

[xluvablz]

wahh shes alive!! (it's me, i'm she) ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

[xluvablz]

⌇masterlist ◦˚୭˚❀༉‧₊˚.

(っ◔◡◔)っ strictly a wlw page! ♡

.☘︎ ݁˖ tlou: ellie williams, abby anderson, dina.

⤷ ellie williams.

.☘︎ ݁˖ life is strange: max claufield, chloe price, rachel amber.

(coming soon...)

.☘︎ ݁˖ criminal minds:emily prentiss, jennifer jareau, elle greenaway.

⤷ emily prentiss.

.☘︎ ݁˖ marvel: wanda maximoff, natasha romanov, yelena belova, valkyrie.

(coming soon...)

.☘︎ ݁˖ stranger things: : robin buckely, nancy wheeler, max mayfield.

⤷ robin buckely.

.☘︎ ݁˖ arcane: jinx, vi, caitlyn kiramman, sevika, mel medarda.

(coming soon...)

.☘︎ ݁˖ harry potter: luna lovegood, hermione granger, ginny weasly.

⤷ luna lovegood.

⤷ hermione granger.

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