#i need to kiss every single one of his beautiful freckles too

[felixsslutwife]

lixies quote of the day #31

"AINT NO FUCKING WAY HES REAL CUZ"

[lavendermunson]

red velvet - steve harrington

day 8 of leia's christmas tree farm

cw +18. a very drunk softie steve. steve's dad deserves his own warning. FLUFF FLUFF. some allusions to sex?. steve is head over heels. no use of y/n or body descriptions.

This always happens. Steve is too nervous to meet his dad at his annual Christmas celebration at someone else's big mansion. This isn't the first time you tag along, you have been doing this for a while not wanting to leave Steve alone with the people who torment him the most.

"I think that's enough" You take the cup of wine from his hand, his hair is starting to look disheveled and his pupils are already dilated. "You need to drive me home!" 

"I'm sorry, you know this is how I cope with my anxiety!" he slurs his words, shaking his head as his vision gets blurry.

Every time he was with his dad, he needed to be drunk enough to let his hurtful words fly away from him. Mr. Harrington had a special gift, where all of his words cut deep into Steve's heart, tormenting his mind for a long time, not just the moment he was talking. 

"We should go, everyone else is leaving. You can sober up in the car, let's go" you say, your arms traveling to his back to push him off the stool he was sitting on. He wraps his arm around your waist, pressing a peck on your cheek and making an effort to stand by himself to get going.

You help him walk to the car, waving to his parents goodbye and pretending he was still sober. He wasn't. 

Both of you sit in the back of his BMW, he parked as far away as possible to have some peace of mind when he arrived. Good thing he did, it's been a while since he has been sitting beside you. Eyes closed, shaky breath and his arms around you.

His wandering hands caress your waist, his fingers work to unzip your dress and his large palm finds your back, cold and soft hands in contact with your skin giving you goosebumps.

"You always make me feel so safe, baby" his head lifts from your shoulder, Steve's beautiful brown eyes lock with yours and you can see the happiness that shines in them. You mirror his emotions, rubbing his thigh.

"I'm always here for you, you know that baby" you whisper.

He looks at you, still rubbing your back with his gentle hands. He admires your features, the way your eyelashes make your eyes look bigger. The way the tip of your nose always looks so kissable, your lips always in a perfect shade of red. Your signature red lipstick that he buys for you anytime you need it.

He feels the warmth of your skin in contact with his hands, the way you melt against his touch as if it's the first time he is doing it. His mind wanders back to that night he made love to you for the first time, taking care of you and wanting you to feel good. 

But right now he feels at peace, his head is dizzy and the taste of wine is still present on his tongue. The bubbly feeling on his chest, he isn’t sure if it’s the alcohol or you. The only thing he knows, it’s that he is too drunk to start playing with you, as you once said you are his little toy.

This time, in his car under the moonlight, the bright lamp of the street and the windows fogged, the only thing he can focus on is how much he loves you. On how much his heart beats for you, every pump of blood is dedicated to you because he is here for you.

To take care of you, to listen to you, to take you home and make breakfast when you stay at his house. Steve's heart is entirely yours, he gave it to you without a single doubt. Because in a world full of people who enjoy stabbing him in the back, you are here to remind him the only thing that matters is how much he has grown into the beautiful and sweet boy he is now.

"You make me so happy, princess. You have no idea"

You smile at him, his puppy face and glassy eyes make you pout. You hold his face in your hands, his eyes close involuntarily as he feels your lips pressing over his face. You leave pecks all around his cheeks, trying to kiss every one of his freckles and moles. You kiss the tip of his nose and laugh as he scrunches his nose feeling the tingles. You kiss his forehead like you always do before falling asleep. 

When you try to leave a peck on his lips he throws his head back and sticks his tongue out like a little kid. You giggle, admiring the marks of lipstick on his face, the tattoo of your red lips decorating his pretty face.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Don't move, Stevie!"

You look for your bag, taking the polaroid camera out and holding it in front of him.

"Smile!"

Steve smiles, and when the camera clicks the picture slowly reveals itself. You show it to him and he laughs, loving how the marks are all over his face. 

"I think I'm going to get this tattooed, Eddie does tattoos right?"

"Baby, you can't get tattoos on your face!"

"But look how cute I am! All marked up by my princess" 

When you can't seem to stop giggling, Steve leans in, pressing his lips against yours to kiss you. His kiss is soft, like the silky duvet you sleep in. He takes his time to feel your lips against him, you let out a moan when his body presses against you. 

With your hands wrapped against his biceps, squeezing his arms with your fingers. One of his hands travels from your back to your cheek to hold you in place while his tongue makes its way past your lips to brush yours, he groans over the kiss feeling the vibration in your mouth.

You enjoy how his tongue presses against yours, you moan again savoring his taste. Wine, cigarettes, and a hint of his favorite cake red velvet. The one you always bake for him on his birthday.

Both of you break away from the kiss, lips red thanks to your lipstick and glossy from the mixing of the saliva. Hair messy and disheveled, your heavy chests and pounding hearts are the cherry on top.

"What's the name of your lipstick?" he asks, thumb caressing your cheek as you lean your face to the side. 

"Red velvet. Why?"

"Same as the cake you made for my birthday!" he smiles.

"Yes, I'll make that cake for you for the rest of my life" you bump his nose lightly with the tip of your finger earning a giggle from him.

"And I'll buy that lipstick for you for the rest of my life"

Now that he is sober, he can take you home. When you ask him to stay, he will say yes to wake you up with kisses and make you breakfast. For the rest of your lives too.

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[nescaveckwriter]

Heyy! Can I request a Dean Winchester x reader with an established relationship where they have to deal with a case for which they have to dress up all nice, and reader usually wear baggy clothes or clothing that hides most of her body and for the first time, he sees reader in a tight fitting dress and he's just

😍 "shit, that's my woman?!"

And he's just over the moon even more for reader (if that's even possible)

😱💓🥰... Awww sweetheart this is such a cute idea, I just simply love it, also thanks for asking, I really do hope you like, this little drabble, I've written is what you had in mind💓 anywayz I hope you have an epic day, love ... 🐞💓🥰

A/N: I love receiving requests, so keep em coming 😅

Warnings: 18+Only, Some mention of violence, and intimacy, but nothing to much, light foul language. And Pure FLUFF 🥳😘💕

Pictures used: Pinterest

Copyright: Please do not copy, my work.

Words: 1189 😘

Lady in Red 💕

His husky voice lingers in the air, oh how I loved the sound of his voice, we have been together for a few years now, and somehow hearing him, looking at him, never got old. His green eyes caught mine, helding it captive, because I mean who wouldn't drown in those emerald green orbs, mouthing with his plum lips across the table, "I love you" as Sam discussed the plan with us. Mouthing back "I love you too Dean". Looking at each other as if we were the only people in the room.

"Really you two?" Sam looked at the two of them, "we need to focus, the two of you need to pose as a high end, couple, for this charity event, so I need both of you too listen" Dean and I looked a little guilty, but then Dean smirked "bite me" I chuckled a little, the way Sam's face has irritation written all over..

Sam looked at me, eyeing the oversized clothing I always wear, oh he didn't want to say it out loud but, I knew what he was thinking, how am I going to look the part?. I barely even wear makeup or do my hair, but like who would not want to be comfortable when you're fighting monsters and ghosts. I smile, "Don't worry boys, I'll dress the part" Dean gave me this surprised almost scolding look sounding sincere, "You are beautiful sweetheart, I don't care what you wear, your beautiful" he walked up to me, and without hesitation he pulled me into an endearing kiss, his hands resting on my hips, I heard Sam, mumbling "Oh! Give me a break" and walk out, leaving the two of us, I could feel the way Dean smiled, against my lips. After a few more seconds, we came up for air, sounding breathy ,"Babe you should stop terrorising your brother so much" he simply smirked "Not my fault Sammy is so easily annoyed" I laugh, starting to turn away from him, "I need to go and get ready for tonight's event, you too mister" he grabbed my wrist, "Come here sweetheart" he pulled me close to him, looking into my eyes, "you know I love you right, more than anything in this world?" I smiled, looking at this gorgeous man in front of me, his freckles, my damn weakness, "Mhmm you see I know that's not true" surprised he looks at me "what?" Chuckling a bit "what about baby?" Referencing the love for his Chevrolet Impala, standing in the garage, he burst into laughter "You are driving me crazy woman, now go get ready" giving me a playful slap on the rear. I walk away, smiling, my heart bursting with love and joy.

He smiles as he watches her walk away, wearing loose fitting jeans one of his t-shirts and some flannel, hair in a messy bun, it's true he didn't care what she wore, she's so beautiful for him, but he would be lying, if he said he wasn't curious what she'll look like all dressed up, for some reason that's beyond him, she always thinks she's not pretty, but oh how far that could be from the truth, he knows every single inch of her body, every little spot that makes her tickle, every Little sensitive part, that makes her moan in pleasure, he loves her, even more than his car, but he'll never admit it.

Checking himself in the mirror, mumbling "I hate these monkey suits" as he struggled with his bow tie. He walks around the bunker searching for Sam, of course he finds his little brother's nose buried in those damn books, "Sammy help a man out?" Sam looks up, "you can hunt some of the most dangerous creatures, but you can't fix a tie?" The glare Dean gives him shows he isn't happy at the remark, he gets up, helping his big brother fix the tie.

Sam's eyes widens, his mouth falls open, Dean looks at him "What's your problem?" Sam could barely utter a single word he was stunned to say the least, Dean followed his eyes and when Dean turned around, his breathing hitched, his heart rate went up, he slightly gasped for air, taking in the beauty before him, his eyes wandered over her. Her hair draped over her shoulders, her eyes glistening, her smile could light up the darkest of rooms, wearing a red tight fitting dress. The high cut slit in her dress, exposing her right leg, the crystal like heels, making her seem taller, her legs leaner, the low halter cut, just exposing enough of her collar bone, to leave something for the imagination.

Without saying a word, Dean gestured for her to turn, the back of the dress, totally exposed, just covered her lower back. He bit his lower lip, and with the back of his hand, hitting against Sam's chest, his voice sounding a bit more husky, "shit, that's my woman?!" She laughed and her voice rang, "Last time I checked, I was all yours"

All the way to the event Dean could barely keep his eyes on the road.

When he led her through the doors, his hand rested on the curve of her back, so many eyes were on her, and he slightly chuckled when she whispered "why are they all looking at me?" As if she doesn't know she's beautiful! So he just smiled, took her hand, and asked "do me the honour and dance with me?" She did a little playful dip, "the honour would be all mine" before he pulled her close, he gave her a once over. He never saw the highlights in your hair, that caught your eyes, or the dress you're wearing tonight, he pulls you close. Dancing cheek to cheek, the way she feels this close to him, her small hands on his shoulders, his calloused hands, in the small of her back, sending electric shocks through her spine, swaying with the music, maybe Dean's caught up in the moment, but there's a question weighing on him for months, but now, now it feels like the right moment, he's voice sounded deeper than normal as he whispered, hot air brushing against her neck "Sweetheart?"

Slightly breathy, "Yes?" He cleared his throat, "make me the happiest man alive, and be my wife?"

Her swaying body came to a stop , "A...are you asking me" he cut her off, pulled back looking in her eyes, "yes, will you marry me?" I couldn't believe it, he just asked me to be forever his, without further due, I planted a kiss on his plum lips, soft tears rolling down my cheeks, he smiled against her soft lips, "is that a yes?" I break the kiss, smiling widely, "yes a million times yes" he laughed, picked her up, gave a twirl, and placed her down, his fingers intertwined with hers. Giving me that signature smirk, "What do you, say Mrs Winchester let's go catch that shifter, then we celebrate with some pie and beer?" I laughed, nodding, as happy as can be, "lead the way Mr Winchester".

@k-slla @jackles010378 @winchesterwild78 @cevansbaby-dove @cutedisneygrl @angelbabyyy99 @pia-bartolini

[head-empty-just-ace]

Back once more with my self-indulgent fics with Ace again. This will contain senstive topics such as panic attacks and certain mental disorders. It ends with fluff but if you're not comfy with that, feel free to scroll past this.

Portgas D. Ace x GN!Reader

CW: Panic Attack (vivid imagery), hints of self-isolation, and sensitive contents. Ends with comfort.

There it was again.

That dreaded cold that washes over your body without warning. Your whole frame tensing for a moment before your eyes flutter open to see the blank ceiling above you. The wild pounding of your heart betrays the serene expression on your face. You close your eyes to calm yourself down but it doesn't help.

Though the light snoring of the freckled man beside you does make you chuckle for a second. Bringing you out of your reverie to turn your head to look at him. His brows furrowed slightly while his arm is lazily slung over your waist. A warm smile tugs your lips at the sight. For a moment, you allow yourself that peace.

And just like a boat capsized in a storm, panic claws its way at your throat. You swallow and turn your gaze away from Ace. A shaky sigh leaves your lips as you gently sneak away and replace your presence with a soft pillow under his arm. Having memorized the room by now, you slip away without waking him up.

It was past midnight by then. Everyone was exhausted by the busy day that nobody was awake except you. Your fingers trail across the walls of the hallway to distract yourself from the racing thoughts. Playing a small game of counting the dimmed lanterns you pass by, counting how many steps before you reach another door, and even how many times the wind howls.

You've done this multiple times now. Every single thing to ground yourself from these episodes. From breathing exercises, journals, and even busying yourself. But many times— none of them work no matter how hard you try. The inexplicable darkness looming in your mind threatens to swallow you whole.

Months have passed since you've been in a relationship with Ace— and what a hypocrite you've been to him. Always and ready to help him depend on you. Coaxing him in gentle ways to be more vulnerable and open in your presence. Despite him willing, you were the one who refused to let down your walls.

Sneaking away late into the night whenever an episode seizes you like this. You say it's easier to deal with it alone– is it really? Though worrying about this doesn't really help your current state. If anything, it worsened it. The anxiety and doubt gnawing at you even more now.

It doesn't take long before you reach the deck. Thankfully, no one was around and the skies were clear. A beautiful arrangement of stars above allows a moment of respite. You walk over the railing and prop your elbows on it and run your hands through your hair.

Breathe. Feel your emotions. Validate them. Intellectualize otherwise. Distract yourself. Think of happy things. Tell bad jokes to yourself.

You've tried just about self-help tip there exists in the world. Didn't help. How shocking. It was exhausting by then. Having to constantly wake up to panic attacks, unable to fall back to sleep, and still have to sleep with anxiety because of it. It felt like a shadow looming over you wherever you went.

The worst part about it all was the cold. You were far too out of it to have brought a jacket despite knowing how cold it was at night. Though going back now to slip out again doesn't really seem like a grand idea. Not when your body felt tense and your fingers still twitch with every awful thought in your mind.

"I thought you turned into a pillow, y'know." A playful voice mixed with a touch of sleepiness lulls you back to reality. He presses a gentle kiss against your hair before wrapping your arms around your waist in a comforting hold. His hand on your side while his thumb traces soothing patterns on your skin.

"Ah, sorry. Just needed some fresh air." You lie. It was almost like breathing to you. Dismissimg concerns towards yourself. "Did you miss me?" There's that slight tremble in your voice that you know goes unnoticed by Ace.

If anything, part of you knew that he probably had a good idea about the nights you slip away from bed. Just didn't want to force you to open up to him. And now here you were wrapped around his warmth like the cold was a foreign concept to you.

"Always did prefer you over a pillow after all." Ace muses, and it makes you let out a watery chuckle. Eyes stinging with tears as emotions begin to well up in your eyes. He leans forward almost crushing you with his weight while his chin rests against the top of your head. Arm wrapping around you like you'd literally melt into him. For a moment, you want to protest—

"Nobody's gonna see you like this, no? Not even the stars."

That's when the tears finally cascade down your cheeks. You bite down on your lip as soft sobs wrack your body. Despite it all, your hands hold his arms as if begging him not to let go— he doesn't. If anything, he tightens his hold on you. His lips pressing kisses against your temple and hair.

A feeling that overwhelms you deep into your very being. Something you've long forgotten through the ruthless episodes and dreaded cold you've felt. Where even in your sleep you couldn't find it. And yet within the arms of a notorious pirate— you found it.

Safety. Finally, you felt it.

[rachalixie]

eight days of christmas carols - day 6

felix - underneath the tree

a/n: felix is your long distance boyfriend who you've never met in person before. gn!reader.

waking up alone on christmas day was something you never thought you’d experience. waking up to no texts or silly voice messages from felix was even stranger, though. you don’t think a single day had passed since you met him where you didn’t wake up to something. he made up for the fact that you both lived halfway across the world with dedicated attentiveness that he never strayed from, and while it wasn’t something you thought he was obligated to do, it did send a pang of sadness through you when his name didn’t appear along with several texts from your family and friends. 

your morning routine doesn’t stray too far from every other day, a pot of coffee brewing and staining the air with its nutty smell as you brush your teeth dazedly. 

the thought of a beautiful boy with an even more beautiful heart that you’ve never had the privilege to touch is always on your mind, even more so on a day like today that is meant to spent with ones you love. 

a knock at your door brings you out of your monotony with a fierce demand for attention. you hadn’t expected anyone today, you had resigned to spending the entire day alone. you open the door with a sigh on your lips, straightening down your christmas themed pajamas with one hand, but you froze when you saw what was on the other side of the door. 

it was a man with soft blonde hair, splattered freckles adorning his cheeks and a shy smile spreading across his lips. there was a bag looped over his shoulder and a tiredness in his eyes that could only have come from hours of travel. despite never having seen him in person, you knew this man. 

it was felix. 

“i thought i’d surprise you,” he says, a heartbreakingly familiar deep voice escaping from his cupid’s bow shaped lips. “merry christmas?”

“you’re here, where you should be,” you press your hands against his cheeks, your eyes roaming over his face to make sure that he was real. to make sure that the features you had memorized into your head from grainy pixels were just the same in real life. “it just wasn’t the same, being alone on christmas day.”

he leans in, guiding your hands with him as he presses a gentle kiss to your lips. they’re soft, just as soft as they were in your dreams where you’d play fantasies of what it would be like when you finally got to hold him in your arms. you didn’t believe in perfect first kisses, but if anyone was going to make you question what you thought you knew, it was this absolutely angelic man in front of you. 

“i brought you a present -“ he cuts himself off, pulling away from you to put his bag down. you stop him before he unzips it, smiling at the way his ears have tinted red - he’s nervous. 

“you’re all that i need underneath the tree,” you meet his eyes, trying to pour the boiling emotions within you into him. “everything else can wait, just let me hold you for a minute.”

he wraps you in his arms, his smell engulfing you along with them. at once, all the tension you’d felt in your body released and you all but melt into him, quicker than the snow melting in the winter sun outside.

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carols masterlist

[certaincollectionlandblog]

F1 Drivers that I think would date some plus sized queens and how I think it would go

Carlos Sainz

- I can't explain why, but I feel like Carlos is already an ass man and with his personality he seems like the guy to love when his girl was squishy. Maybe like a fit plus size queen like they go to the gym together and stuff, but she's still thicker than a Snicker like Ashley Graham without the boobs (TBH that's specifically my body type and all the plus size queens with the boobs get love, but were is the love our itty bitty bitty plus size babes?) if you have the boobs sis he would love it too; just wanted to give some representation for my body type cause I know I can't be the only one out here like this! - Would constantly come up to you saying "I shall call her squishy and she shall be my squishy" before wrapping you in such a great hug and peppering you with kisses (come guys I can so see this like AAGHH) - If you're tall and a plus queen I think he would also be totally down for that too! We need some tall plus size love too man :) - He knows that you probably can't wear his clothes or that if you can that they don't fit oversized like he knows you would find cute so he orders some hoodies a size or two too large and keeps "accidentally" leaving them around you. - Krispy Kreme has nothing on this man, he is hot and ready for you all the time - Summer is his favorite time because seeing you prance around in those shorts that ride up your ass have this man so distracted that he is a danger to himself and humanity - Hand on the ass ALL the time (y'all can't argue with me on this one okay) - He loves to lay on you whenever possible - You are his human pillow now - Carlos Sainz is a cuddle bug and no one can tell me other wise!

Mick Schumacher

- If I were to picture our precious Mick with anyone else other than a beautiful tall plus size sweetheart it just wouldn't fit in my mind - He is such a boob guy like there's literally even no denying it (~starts crying in itty bitty titty committee~), but if you were less blessed in the chest I think Mick would still love it cause he is an angel - Mick is a sweetheart who has been through a lot, you provide him a sense of comfort and love when you pull him for one of your ever constant and always soft hugs (you never let go before he does because sometimes he just needs to hold you and that's okay) - You're like the Anna to his Kristoff (Frozen anyone?!) sweet, fun, adventurous, with a little side of chaos - He will kiss every single freckle, scar, and stretch mark on your entire body, in fact he makes it his life mission to do so - Sometimes he steals your sweatpants cause y'all are pretty much the same height and he loves having the extra room from the size difference - One time he stole a pair of your Juicy sweatpants to wear around the house and didn't realize the butt had JUICY bedazzled on it until his mom pointed out when she came over to visit for dinner - Mick loves to snuggle with you while you sleep, but he always falls asleep with his hand on your boob - You make him smile so much the boys started teasing him telling him he should try to get Crest toothpaste as a sponsor - Mick is major on cockwarming and if he had it your way he would never leave the warmth of your walls

Daniel Riccardo

- I feel it in my bones that Danny is an ass man - He is constantly sending up little prayers of thank you to whoever invented leggings and compression shorts - Daniel loves when you steal his button ups to wear around the house with nothing else because even though they aren't quite oversized it's the fact that seeing you wear his clothes and seeing your ass at the same time as poor Danny boy wound up tighter than a Jack in the box - You know they do say that cowboys tend to like their women like molasses, sweet and thick and well as bad as Danny wishes he was cowboy he makes sure to follow that rule -Save a horse ride a cowboy anyone? - He swears he's died and gone to heaven when he looks down into your innocent doe eyes every time you suck him off - You guys have matching sweatsuits for movie nights (secretly he loves it) - Danny just gives off the vibe of loving if you were tall too like it's giving off power couple vibes - He actually steals your hoodies because they're so soft and smell like your perfume - He loves when you rest your head on his shoulder like he actually smiles a kid getting to meet Santa for the first time - Is constantly giving you forehead kisses because he doesn't have to bend down and he loves seeing your eyes light up like a Christmas tree when he does

Jack Doohan

- first off there's not enough Jake Doohan love on this platform and I am determined to fix that sweethearts - Okay IDK if it's just my experience, but it's always the skinny, tall white boys getting with these plus size queens and Jack is no exception - I'm not really sure if Jack is a thigh or an ass man more, but I'm totally getting those vibes you know - He already loves surfing and spending anytime in water that he can and now he gets the added bonus of seeing your beautiful figure in his second favorite amount of clothes for you (the first is when you're butt ass naked) - I can't explain it, but I am very much going with the theory that these Australian boys love themselves some tall plus babes (if you're short I'm sure they would like you too baby it's just the vibe I'm getting okay) - He always holds the door for you because he's a gentleman duh, but he also gets to look at that world shattering ass and those beautiful thighs of yours - This man loves you more than a southern granny loves her biscuits and gravy - Jack loves not having to look too far down to see, if he even has to look down at all TBH because let's be real here couples with a height difference especially a big height difference one of the poor love bugs always ends up with back problems - No lie he reminds me of Johnny from Hotel Transylvania like he'll try to be smooth with you, but you keep this man so flustered that sometimes he doesn't know what to do with hisself - Jack 100% loves to snuggle with you on the beach; He's sitting between your legs leaned up against you while you read your book - He loves to take you doggy style (he has Pierre to thank for the idea after that interview) - Always is pulling you into his lap during movies, make-out sessions because he loves having you straddle him

I have no true evidence to back up these theories, but going strictly off of vibes. I am convinced our bros would be down to date some plus size queens, especially some tall ones ;) Please feel free to leave feedback below!

All photos are from Pinterest!

[toomanythoughts2]

After thinking about fan artists drawing Murderface with curly hair, I've decided to also thank all of the fan artists that do the following (YOU ARE ALL RECIEVING KISSES IN THE MAIL, PLEASE BE PATIENT!):

People who draw Skwisgaar, Toki, or Nathan with their hair up in a claw clip or a ponytail. Especially Skwisgaar. You understand your power and you use it for love.

People who draw Toki and Nathan with fat, juicy tits pecs. You are doing the lords work and I love you.

People who draw Pickles with freckles. If the heavens saw the beauty that you bestowed onto our little midwestern Irish-American drummer, they would weep in joy.

People who draw the boys with detail eyelashes. I know what you are.

People who draw the boys with their HC-ed ethnics/races. (i.e. Nathan having Yaneemango features, Latino/Hispanic Murderface, Sámi Skwisgaar & Toki, very Irish Pickles.) The work that yall do is outstanding and I love to see it

SCARS! S.H. SCARS, TOP SURGERY SCARS, POSSESSION SCARS, POST-DSR & AOTD SCARS, TOKI'S CHILDHOOD SCARS! I'M FUCKING COMING FOR YOU! I LOVE YOU!

People who draw Murderface with distinctive clues that he is from the American South/Appalachians. I LOVE these HCs so much and I love the idea of him being from a very poor, southern town in America, it just fits him SO FUCKING WELL!

People who give Toki and Skwisgaar opposing eye shapes. I have seen them go both ways, and either one fits them so good. I am partial to downward turned eyes for Toki though, but either way, I eat it up every single time.

People who draw Murderface and Nathan as the fat men they are. Listen, it's a big girl winter every winter, but it's a big boy summer every summer. Ya gotta give the fat boys some love.

People who draw Skwisgaar in that damn speedo or in a bikini. He's got the confidence and you have the talent.

People who draw Toki in his roller skating outfit. Need I saw more?

People who draw one or more members of Dethklok as trans. I have yet to encounter a version of this HC/canon content that I do not love, adore, admire, respect, and obsess over.

People on tiktok that attempted to do a Metalocalypse version of the "Infected My Little Pony" trend. One of which where Nathan was the infected and the other where Toki was. Honestly, the artist that was doing the eldritch horror!Toki was fucking cooking. They had it where Murderface saw Toki in his true form and was terrorizing Murderface from keep him from revealing his secret.

People who draw Trindle. Listen, I understand Nathan. If I had a goth woman showing me her tits every second of every day, I too would look past the blatant psychopathic tendencies and mysterious disappearances.

People who are not afraid to make the boys look gross. You are all so fucking valid and your interpretations of the boys are so awesome to look at. Especially if it's a specific art style that is scratchy. LOVE!

People who draw Lady!Klok. Every single interpretation of what the boys would look like is so valid, whether they're cis or trans, their outfits and appearances are also so fucking spot on. And their HCs that are added on the side to explain how they're different from Dethklok is a fucking PLUS

People who draw Skwisgaar in lingerie. I want you to know, that I see you and I appreciate you in every single way.

People who draw Trans!Pickles content (NSFW & SFW) specifically. Yall were in the god damn trenches and you PREVAILED!

People who draw the boys with their interpretations of their nose shapes, ESPECIALLY MURDERFACE! HE'S GOT A BEAUTIFUL PUG NOSE, LET HIM HAVE IT! Double appreciate for Skwisgaar's beautifully crooked nose and Nathan's slanted nose. I love their faces so much and their noses and yall always know how to bring them to light.

People who draw Knubbler with no chin. Homeboy gave away his chin in order to accumulate all of the swagger he's got. He's a Mick Jagger type of guy.

People who draw Pickles dreads as independently floating tendrils like Medusas snakes. It is so perfect for him and it's so hard not to do it.

People who draw Pickles bald. Look...It's coming. He's just gonna have to own it.

People who draw Early!Klok ESPECIALLY TOKI! That fact that we don't have a lot of information about their past other than DSR is a SHAME! BUT ITS OK BECAUSE THE FANS KNOW WHAT TO DO AND THEY DO IT PREFECTLY EVERY TIME! Every time I see little DSR Toki with his short hair, I go fucking feral. I COULD BE A GOOD MOTHER!

People who draw the gore. The show would not exist without it, and some of yall are just cooking with the themes and context yall create. I am always so intrigued with what I will see next.

People who draw and make Dethklok lesbians. Of course Dethklok is lesbian. Why wouldn't they be?

People who draw the band in their "Dethfashion" clothes. WE NEEDED MORE TIME WITH THOSE OUTFITS! WE JUST DID!

People who have no clue how to draw a Fu Manchu. I had to look this up before I said anything but a Fu Manchu does not grow around the mouth, it's literally just hair from the top part of the mouth that continues to grow down. That's why in "Stare Down" Skwisgaar refers to Toki's mustache as an "extreme facial hairs". AND YET! I ADORE THE WAY SOME OF YALL DRAW IT, ITS VERY ATTRACTIVE AND CUTE!

People who draw the band members in their animal forms. YOU CAN TAKE THESE ANIMAL FORMS FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS! PICKLES THE OCTOPUS IS SO SPECIAL TO ME, ESPECIALLY AFTER "Dethmom"! AND THE BUNNY/RABBIT SYMOLISM FOR TOKI AND WITH HIM BEING THE ANGEL OF DEATH, ITS SO GOD DAMN IMPORTANT!

People who draw Agere!Toki. Canon age regression is so rare and to have Toki being a canon and explicit example of an age regressor throughout the entire show is so special to me. JUST LET THE BOY REST!

People who draw Abigail. She's a girl boss. She's the moment. I will NOT tolerate hate on my woman, she did not deserve the shit she got.

People who draw Deaddy Bear. I want one so badly, it's not a joke.

People who draw Toki in skirts/dresses. One particular art work with Toki is in a long bohemian skirt and a band tee with a scarf is my all time favorite example of it.

The person who created Lasagna, Pickle's daughter, and then made her a bassist. I eat your shit up every single time I see new stuff from that AU.

People who draw the boys with more piercings. Especially the angel bites on Toki, the middle of the lip piercing for Murderface, and the gauges on Nathan and Skwisgaar.

People who draw Pickles during his Snakes N' Barrels era. THE HIGHER THE HAIR THE CLOSER TO GOD YOU ARE! AND PICKLES WAS CLIMBING THAT LADDER EVERY NIGHT!

People who draw Pickles pubes in the shape of his goatee like in "Rehabklok". That's one of the funniest visual gags in the entire show, I won't hear another word about it.

People who draw Charles. Every single one of you are invited to my Charles Offdensen themed birthday party.

People who give Toki the longest hair length but give Skwisgaar the most definition. Also, when they remember Nathan's little hair wisp in his face. Skwisgaar has the waves and Toki is afraid to getting a hair cut.

PEOPLE WHO DRAW GODKLOK! GOATED AS FUCK! THE COOLEST FUCKING PEOPLE EVER! I AM FOREVER IN YOUR DEBT! EVERY SINGLE ITERATION IS SO FUCKING GOOD!

People who draw Top/Dom!Toki. LISTEN HE'S A SADIST, HE JUST GETS NERVOUS! IF YOU GIVE HIM TIME, HE CAN PROVE TO BE GREAT!

People who draw Nathan as the bottom. You understand what this man needs and it's to get railed.

People who draw the boys in jeans. Listen. This one is really niche but for whatever reason, this fandom puts these boys in a pair or jeans and they are looking as fine a fucking WINE!

People who draw the cowboy Dethklok fan art. What is it like wielding the power that you have?

That's all that I think of at the moment, but I really do appreciate all of the different kinds of fan artists this fandom has. There is some absolutely beautiful pieces in this fandom.

[teyamsgrl]

come with me ✧ jake sully

❗️MDNI ❗️

i got a couple comments asking for a continuation of 'you've been caught, babygirl' and it sent me into a spiral so here we go 🫠 I LOVE DILF!JAKE I WOULD LET HIM ABSOLUTELY FUCKING DESTROY ME

°˖➴ warnings: fem omatikaya reader (best friends with agedup!kiri), infidelity mentions, age gap, dilf!jake, dom!jake, very sub!reader, daddy kink ofc, some nipple play/choking, spanking, hair pulling, oral f receiving, SOME NICE SEX, DIRTY TALK DUHHHHH, pet name galore 😮‍💨 - sevin: pretty

ever since jake caught you in the forest that night, the sexual tension between you both is essentially unbearable, to put it simply. you saw his daughter every single day, which resulted in seeing him everyday as well. just one look at him had your loincloth basically sopping wet at the replay of events in your head. he knew it too, he fucking knew what you were thinking. he didn't second guess teasing you either, whenever you were around he'd prop his leg up so you could see his bulge or place his hand gingerly on your hip everytime he slipped past you or merely eye fucking you anytime you were in his presence. your pussy would scream everytime, basically begging to feel his cock stretching you out again. he was so cocky and it made everything he did even sexier, if that was somehow possible. you felt guilty sometimes too, glancing over at his beautiful wife and your best friend wondering if what you did was a huge mistake, but the devil on your shoulder was constantly pushing you to feel selfish and not care about anything besides him manhandling you.

tonight was the first sleepover you were having at the sully's place since before that night, and the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy. you weren't sure why, but maybe it was the thought of simply having to sleep in the same room as jake and spend the entire night in his presence. you felt dizzy just thinking about it but nonetheless entered their tent mid afternoon, watching kiri tend to one of lo'ak's wounds. "what did you do this time, tough guy?" you giggled, plopping beside kiri and giving her a side hug. "oh shut up" lo'ak scoffed then winced as kiri spread some salve over his cut. you giggled more as you saw kiri holding in a laugh, just waiting for it to escape her mouth. she bursted out laughing loudly causing lo'ak to glare at you both, your laugh getting louder as well. the entry to their tent opened suddenly, jake stepping in and causing your breath to get caught in your throat. "hey dad" kiri smiles as she pats lo'ak's head, indicating that her work was done. he smiles and leans down to kiss her head, "hi sweetheart". his eyes glance over to you, smirking a bit before rustling your braids around, "how are you doing, babygirl?" you swear your eyes almost rolled into your head just at the drop of the pet name, what was this man doing to you?! nobody reacted to the pet name, it was something he often called his daughters and you have been around long enough that you were essentially a second daughter in a sense. but though it seemed innocent to kiri and lo'ak, you were well aware of what he was playing at. "good, you?" you look up at him, eyes trailing down his still very toned body despite his age. "been good, thanks" he walks over to lo'ak and takes a look at his cut, inquiring about what happened. you begin to ask kiri about her morning, trying your best to distract yourself from the aching feeling of needing to be fucked by jake.

the night finally rolled around and you settled beside kiri on her cot. you let out a sigh as you tried to get comfortable, kiri knocking out within minutes. you began to notice that everyone else had fallen asleep except you… or so you thought. it wasn’t long after that you heard some rustling around in the tent and your eyes lazily scanned your surroundings, widening when you saw jake's silhouette approaching you, freckles glowing in the darkness. he leaned down, mouth right beside your ear. "come with me" he whispered, heading out of the tent. his voice was like silk, going straight to your pussy out of anticipation. you slowly got up, tiptoeing to the exit of the tent. once you were out, you noticed jake ahead of you on a path to the pond, the same fucking pond. you could barely wait for the events to follow, starting to speed walk to the destination as your tail swished behind you.

you reach the pond about a minute or two after jake, finding him leaning against a nearby tree. he smirks as you approach him, hands reaching for your ass. his grip is intense, knowingly leaving marks. "hi babygirl" he kisses you, left hand lifting off of your ass to place a heavy spank in the now vacant spot. you whimper into the kiss, fingers tugging on his hair. he chuckles softly and slips his tongue along your bottom lip, desperate to tangle it with yours. you let him in, tongues swiping together amidst the heated kiss. he pulls away, placing another spank down. "why are you still dressed? hm?" he spanks you again, watching your expression. you whine and untie your top, dropping it to the forest floor along with your loincloth. "better, much fucking better" he brings his lips to your neck, sucking along the side in order to leave multiple marks. "d-daddy.. everyone will see-" "i know babygirl, and i don't care. guess you'll have to think of an explanation for tomorrow" he smirks and licks back up your neck, hands dragging across your stomach to reach your tits, long and rough fingers tweaking your nipples. you gasp, eyes shutting. he immediately tsks, and you open them instantly.

"i didn't eat your sweet pussy last time did i, sevin?" he pinches more, lustful eyes searching your own. "no, daddy..." he hums, "should i this time? sink my fingers deep inside of you and glide my tongue along your pretty clit?" you whine instinctively, nodding frantically. "now, you know better than to just nod, girl" his one hand travels from your nipple to wrap around your throat, tightening slightly for just the right amount of pressure. "please, daddy... finger fuck me a-and taste me" he nods and brings his free hand to your pussy, fingers sliding around your slit with ease due to the sheer wetness your pussy had expelled. he groans quietly, bringing his fingers back up to the space between your faces. "open" you open your mouth, his fingers shoving in seconds later, "and suck, i know you know how" you nod and suck around his fingers, maintaining eye contact. "slutty girl..." he breathes and removes them, gesturing to the rock you two had claimed just last week. you catch his drift and sit back on the rock, spreading your legs in preparation.

he strolls over, taking his sweet time and licking his lips at the sight of you spread, ready for his use. he kneels in front of you, face to face with your unbelievably desperate pussy. you whimper just observing him between your legs, hips bucking as he was so close to sinking his face in. "someone's a needy little girl huh?" he slaps your inner thigh, a yelp escaping your mouth. "we play by daddy's rules, you can wait" he licks along your thigh, dangerously close to your pussy but not yet there. "daddy i need it-" you can feel his grin against your thigh, slapping again once more. "what did i say?" "to wait.." "exactly, and you aren't being a good girl and waiting... maybe daddy shouldn't eat you out" he begins to get up, your hands shooting to grab his biceps, anguish visible all over your face. "no! no! please, please daddy please, i'm sorry please" you wanted to cry, the need for his tongue and fingers (clearly) unbearable. "mhmmm, that's what i thought" he sunk back down, "be a good little girl for me then" he whispers and licks a stripe up your slit, your head falling back as a moan releases itself.

he hums and moves in again, tongue circling your hole and dipping in. "fuck!" you whine, hands clawing around the rock. "pull daddy's hair, babygirl" you grip his hair, tugging each time his tongue swipes across your hole. his mouth travels to your clit, tongue flicking along the swollen bud. you pull on his hair again, back arching at the movement of his tongue. "yes yes.." you moan as he sinks his middle finger in, pumping it in and out. the arousal flowing through you was insane, body overheating at his skilled fingers and tongue. he sinks another finger in, grazing them along your g spot. your back arches at the contact, whines flowing from your mouth. he pulls off your clit, watching his fingers abuse your hole. "tell daddy how good he's making you feel" he pulls your clit into his mouth to suck, slipping in another finger. "oh eywa- daddy you make me feel so good, so good i wanna fucking cum!" you squeal, grinding on his fingers. "yeah? say please. ask politely, baby" he pulls your chin up, grasp strong as his fingers move at a rapid pace, cradling your g spot each time. "please daddy! please! oh my fuck-" you beg, jaw dropped slightly in his grip. "go on, sevin. cum, cum right now" he hums as he feels your walls clenching, cum seeping onto his fingers. he removes them, sucking his fingers into his mouth while you catch your breath, eyeing him intensely.

he helps you off the rock, flipping you to bend over it. he rubs over your perfectly shaped ass, bringing a hand down on it once again. he loved how it jiggled, how his hand print appeared after each smack. "do other guys try and fuck you, babygirl?" he inquires, spanking again as his other hands snakes up to your braids, pulling you up against his chest. "y-yes daddy, they try but i never let them" he nods and spanks you again, "cause you're mine, isn't that right?" "yes daddy, only yours" you whine, hand coming behind to trace the waistband of his loincloth. "i only want your cock..." you whine more, turning your head to capture his lips in yours. he kisses you heatedly, shimmying his loincloth down his hips. he taps his cock on your ass, making you lift your leg up slightly against the rock. your lips disconnect as he pushes his cock fully in, your back arching and pushing your ass further into him.

you moan, his own following yours. he begins thrusting, cock pounding in and out at a greedy pace. "those young guys have nothing on me, babygirl. nobody can fuck you like this except me" he whispers in your ear, pace never faltering. your moans become louder at his words, head bent back, "yes daddy, nobody..." he groans and pulls your braids more, "do you like when daddy fucks you, sevin? when he uses your pussy for his own pleasure? hitting all your sweet spots?" he whispers breathily, cock skimming your cervix at that exact moment. "yes daddy, i love when you fuck me.." you lick along his jaw, "you're so big, so fucking big" your eyes roll back as you moan again, moans becoming constant at this point. "yeah, that's my girl.." he moans and pounds faster, your ass clapping against him powerfully. "daddy- i wanna cum~" you whimper as you feel the familiar knot forming again, body at his mercy. "again? slutty little girl, do it, squirt for your fucking daddy..." he snakes his empty hand around to tap your clit quickly, your eyes shutting as you scream and squirt all over the rock, your thighs and jake's cock that is still relentlessly hammering your pussy. "oh daddy..." you breathe, wobbly against him. he laughs softly, "good babygirl? you want daddy's cum in you?" you nod, meeting his thrusts halfway to get him to his peak. "yeah, throw that back..." he groans and pulls his hand from your clit to grip your hip for stability. "that's it- fuck- i'm gonna fucking fill you, i'm gonna fuck my cum so deep into this pretty pussy" he groans and does one last deep thrust, cum flooding out and painting your insides.

he breathes heavily, head falling onto your shoulder. you hum and turn around once he pulls out and removes his hand from your braids. you smile at him and he smiles back, hands settling on your waist. "the things you do to me, girl". you giggle and drag your hands down his biceps, "we should head back-" he shakes his head, "nah, there's no rush.. who said i was done kissing on you?" he leans in, lips achy for yours.

[majestyeverlasting]

eddie, 21

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Prompt: Tugging a flower onto the side of their head and, oh god, are they pretty.

A/N: Thanks for the request!

Lose Yourself a Little

Nightfall looms in the distance, but for now the sun offers the last of its light amid a rosy sky. The golden streaks shine between thick tree branches as their leaves rustle in the docile wind. A sense of stillness has washed over you like a tide, rendering your breaths languid where you lay. It must’ve hit Eddie all the same with how quiet he’s grown beside you.    

It was as if you’d found your own corner of the world. But there was no way you were alone on an evening such as this, at a beautiful overlook no less. There were surely others hunkered down admiring the very same sky. 

Though, it was nice to pretend that you’d been the only ones with the idea to stretch out on your backs and look up as if nature was putting on its best face just for you.  

You don’t have to reach far to take Eddie’s hand into yours where it rests on the blanket. When you give it a gentle squeeze you’re met with nothing in return. Not even a twitch of his fingers. You peek over at him, only to find that his eyes have slipped closed. Delicate eyelashes appearing to grace his freckled skin. Plush lips parted ever so slightly. As if he needed any more help, the light warming his face makes him appear all the more lovely. 

You don’t let go, and a smile finds its way to your lips when he finally squeezes back. 

“Sorry,” he murmurs. 

“What for?”

His eyes flutter open, and he turns his head to look at you. “Can’t stay awake. I think they put something in the air.” 

Those words earn a soft laugh from you, and you release his hand in favor of rolling onto your stomach and propping yourself up onto your forearms. It gives you the leverage you need to draw a tiny heart on his chest before smoothing your palm over it. 

“It’s not like we were on the road all day or anything,” you say lightly. “I offered to help drive.” 

Eddie gives you a lopsided smile. “Better you on map duty than me.” 

Amusement strikes you again, but this time you move to press your lips to his. He hums into the kiss and steadies your face with a gentle hand cupped beneath your chin. He’s so soft and warm that you’re surprised you’ve never completely lost yourself within him. 

A dissatisfied sound rises up his throat when you pull away too soon, and you satiate the lingering need with a few extra seconds that leave his chest brimming with warmth and his lips tingling with the memory of yours.

The next thing he knows, you’re reaching for something above him. All he can do is stare at the pendant of your necklace that dangles over his face as you grunt softly with the effort of your movements. 

His curiosity wanes when he registers the faint sound of an earthy snap. When you move back into his view, you’re holding a white flower he remembers seeing a cluster of when you first situated the blanket. 

It's not too big, and he watches the small smile that blooms on your face as you trace the smoothness of its petals with your fingertip. 

Something in your gaze shifts when you look at him again. It’s one of those rare times where he can’t quite pin your intentions. 

“Be still,” you say. As if that wasn't what he’d been doing for the past thirty minutes. 

But he listens nevertheless. 

You brace on his chest so that you can tuck the flower’s stem behind his left ear, making the petals splay as bright contrast against his dark hair. Before you sit back up completely, you peck his lips one last time, and he sighs contentedly.  

Reaching up to feel the flower, he says, “Thanks, sweetheart.” 

All you can do is nod. 

He realizes then that you’re looking down at him as if he’s responsible for the setting sun. There’s enough love in your eyes to reach and reverberate off the innermost parts of him. It makes him feel shy like it does every single time, and like every single time you don’t care. Because it’s a love he deserves no matter if he has to fight to accept it.

Except, right now, he’s not fighting at all. It had actually been a long while since he had. If anything, he’s soaking it in. 

And as he lays there with flushed cheeks, radiating love right back, it’s safe to say that you’ve never seen a prettier sight. 

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Thanks for reading! I promise I see and appreciate every like, comment, and reblog.

[folkloresthings]

Can I get a Northranger Abbey? Carlos Sainz and brothers best friend trope? Perhaps like after years of knowing each other they just click?

LOVE this trope with both of the ferrari boys

ALL ALONG. ❨ carlos sainz x reader ❩

✩⡱ warnings: age gap, but nothing happens illegally

you had first met carlos when you were only nine years old. he was fourteen, and had come to your brothers birthday party in your back garden. you, the ever annoying little sister, hung around the older boys too much, eventually being shooed off by your brother. you had sulked in a corner, but carlos had snuck over with a slice of cake to cheer you up.

when you were fifteen, and carlos twenty, you’d gotten drunk for the first time. your brother was off with some girl, so carlos had held your hair while you threw up and tucked you into bed, a glass of water nearby for you.

when you were twenty, carlos twenty—five, you’d come with your brother to one of his races. you were just finished your first year of university, now a woman, and carlos had asked you a million questions about the course and your new city. he had his new girlfriend with him, and you had shown him pictures of the boy you were seeing back at uni.

now, you were twenty three. not long graduated, unemployed and enjoying the freedom that came after three long years of studying. you were travelling, with a few of your university friends, and just so happened to be in nice the same week the monaco grand prix was happening. you shot carlos a text and got on the first train to monte carlo for the day.

it had been three years since you’d seen him and he’d suddenly grown up quite a bit. more handsome, more manly. his hair had grown out a little and he’d been working on his muscles a lot more.

“you’re here!” he greeted you brightly, picking you up into a warm hug. the monaco sun was hot on your bare shoulders, now littered with freckles from travelling.

“i figured i’d come see you, since i was in the area.”

over coffee, then lunch, then drinks, the two of you sat and talked for hours. but something was different now. the way you looked at each other, the tension that fell every time you accidentally brushed hands. maybe it was because you were both single now. he was out of a long term relationship, and your days of flings were over. maybe he saw you as more than his best friends little sister, now that you were no longer a student and out in the real world.

either way, you were suddenly the most beautiful thing he’d every laid eyes on.

“how did i never know?” he whispered, at some point along your walk across the marina. it was dark, you were both a tad wine drunk, and your hand had slipped into his at some point.

“know what?” you asked, leaning into his side. you always got this close, but never with the same tingles along your skin.

“how perfect you are.” carlos stopped, turning to face you. the moon had settled in the sky, bathing the spaniard in a halo of light. he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, finger following to graze along your cheek. “i should have known, all along.”

“we were younger then. stupid,” you shrugged, absentmindedly fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “i did have a huge crush on you, though.”

carlos smiles, so bright that it makes you dizzy. he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. nothing drastic or passionate or life—changing. just a fated moment, needing to do it at least once before everything got all too complicated.

“think we can make this work?” you ask, eyes closed and forehead resting against his. your fists ball around his shirt, unwilling to let him go.

“i’ll make it work, cariño. i promise.”

[steddieas-shegoes]

This is for the requests!

Could you do a fluffy sweet fic where eddie kisses and adores all of steves moles? I hc him to be absolutely covered in them, and I'd love to see something like it!

Thank you so much for this! You were my first request and I know I said I wasn't posting until 4/30, I needed a little break from call me sunshine, and this felt like a good one! I hope you love it! I also recommend checking out your skin and bones turn into something beautiful (you know I love you so) by ChristinMKay if you haven't because that was hands down one of the most beautiful takes I have ever seen on Steve's freckles/moles ❤️

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Steve used to be confident. He had to keep telling himself that.

In the mirror, in the car, in bed. He repeated it to himself that he used to be confident.

But something happened somewhere between Nancy and his third or fourth concussion that made him genuinely believe that he isn't attractive anymore. Not physically, not his personality, not even his ability to be a human wall when disaster struck.

And the thing that he hated most? Those fucking moles. They covered damn near every inch of his body. They served no purpose other than making him hate himself more.

So imagine his surprise when Eddie kissed him. Well, kissed his moles.

Instead of their first kiss being like any other standard first kiss, it was Eddie kissing the mole right above his top lip.

Their second kiss, really their actual first kiss, was better than anything Steve had had before.

But still, the thoughts lingered.

Eddie was good. He knew how to take Steve apart in seconds, put him back together, and take him apart again. He knew what buttons to push and when, and he did it with the smirk Steve had grown to love more than anything.

But still, those damn thoughts wouldn’t go away.

He did his best to stay as clothed as possible with Eddie. He knew it wouldn’t work long term, but he figured Eddie wasn’t around for the long term anyways, right? He’d get bored and go. He’d think Steve was bullshit and go. He’d remember he was too good for this town and go.

But the months went on. Eddie stayed.

Eddie didn’t question him, just let him keep his boxers and shirt on, let him leave the light off if he took his shirt off.

Until they stayed in Indy for a night after helping Robin move.

They managed to book a decent hotel room, better than anything Eddie had stayed in before and better than anything Steve had been in in years.

Steve was exhausted. Helping Robin move had been draining physically and emotionally, and Steve just wanted a shower and sleep.

Because of the exhaustion, Steve wasn’t thinking when he got out of the shower. He wrapped the towel around him and walked back into the room. The room that Eddie was in, sitting on the bed, looking at Steve hungrily.

“Eds? You okay?”

“You have…so many of them…”

Shit.

Eddie was standing and walking towards him before he could turn and hide in the bathroom.

Fuck.

Eddie’s hands were on his hips, grip strong to bruise, probably able to sense that Steve was ready to run and wanting to keep him there.

“You think I can’t tell?”

“Can’t tell what?”

“That you don’t like them? That you don’t like you?”

Steve felt stripped to the bone. Naked in a way he’d never been before.

Eddie’s lips were on his neck, right where the freckles and moles combined to make constellations on his skin.

“I see it. I see how you avoid being seen. Not just your skin, but you. But I see you, Stevie. I’ve seen you for years. And I love every single thing I’ve seen.”

Eddie was peppering kisses against his skin.

At first, it just seemed random. But then, Steve realized what he was doing.

He was kissing his moles. Every. Single. One.

Down his neck, to his collarbone, to his chest.

“You even have them under your hair here,” Eddie mumbled against his skin, hot breath mixing with the cool air of the room leaving goosebumps on Steve’s skin.

“Eddie, I-” Steve let out a moan when Eddie bit his collarbone.

“Please let me show you how much I love them,” Eddie said against his skin before pulling away and looking at him. “Let me show you how much I love you.”

He’d never said the words before, but he never had to. Steve realized he’d said them every day for months.

In the way he brought him a can of Coke every time he was working. In the way he started picking up the kids for Hellfire on days when Steve was tired. In the way he held his hand under the blanket during movie night instead of over it because he knew Steve was worried about telling the kids. In the way he let him hide parts of him away so he would feel safe.

Steve was tired of hiding. Eddie saw him anyway. Eddie loved anyway.

So Steve bit his lip and nodded, letting the towel fall away from his waist.

Eddie looked him up and down, complete awe written clearly all over his face.

“You’re beautiful, sweetheart.”

Steve had trouble believing it for himself, but for now, he could believe it for Eddie.

Eddie slowly pushed him towards the bed, gently pushing him to lay down, only pulling away to take off his own clothes.

Eddie had never been shy about being naked in front of Steve. Even with his scars, his permanently altered tattoos, his stretch marks from when he was a “chubby kid.”

Eddie’s lips were on every mole, every freckle, every scar, every bump of his skin.

His tongue traced along the outlines of some of them, making impermanent pictures out of his spit, leaving bruises in places he’d never been able to touch before.

Steve couldn’t hold back his moans and whimpers, bucking his hips up when Eddie made it to the moles on his inner thighs. He could feel Eddie’s smile against his skin, his laugh sending shivers down his spine.

It was freeing to feel Eddie’s love in this way, to know that something he hid for years didn’t need to be.

Eddie kissed all the way down to his ankle, pausing when he saw a large freckle on his big toe. He looked up at Steve, gave him a smile, and kissed that one too.

No part of Steve had gone without Eddie’s lips, tongue, or teeth.

Steve settled back into the hotel bed, for once not thinking about how the lamp on the bedside table was providing a golden glow to every inch of his skin, and let Eddie use his lips, tongue, and teeth where he’d wanted it most.

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Don't forget my requests are open until 5/7! I am working on these in between working on call me sunshine so they will be slightly infrequent until next weekend!

[alwaysvivid]

𝐝 𝐮 𝐥 𝐜 𝐞 𝐭

sweet and soothing in all aspects especially in regards to a voice. delightfully pleasant.

PLOT chan is beyond sweet, he’s everything sora has ever wanted and more. she can feel herself falling for him but that was never part of the plan.

CHARACTERS lee sora ˒ bang chan & im changkyun

﹙ mentions kelsey @inter-stellar-jyp.⠀﹚

WORD COUNT 3.7k

GENRE angst ft some smut

PLAYLIST s o r a.

﹙ send in songs that remind you of sora.⠀﹚

a/n i haven’t written in literally 2+ years & it’s unedited so please PLEASE be nice to me. i’m proud to finally be writing again and trust there’s many more wips to come !

[ sept. ‘19 ]

sora needed a distraction and she needed it fast.

she hadn’t realised how far she had fallen until it was too late, until she found herself waking up in chans arms for the 9th consecutive morning. She had lived in chan’s dorm - and skin- for over a week , and yet she still wanted more. she could stay with him forever.

both vivid and stray kids were on vacation leaving chans dorm empty and sora available to keep him company. the vacant dorm allowed them to play house the full 2 weeks, ignoring the fact that they had barely even admitted having anything more than a sexual attraction to each other. within those walls they were soulmates who couldn’t be separated for even a second, she loved him and he loved her and they lived happily ever after.

they get to play pretend.

when it came to sora she had 1 golden rule that she made sure she never broke no matter what and that was don’t stay the night. waking up together was too intimate , that was how it started to get complicated. the domestic cuddles and sweet performing kisses always warped the boundaries of their relationship and sora did not have the energy for any of that. she just needed passion and attention then to be walked to the door and never spoken to until the next time she needed a warm body at night. she had become an expert in the game , and that was because she never broke her number 1 rule. but yet there she was day after day draped in one of chans oversized hoodies, hugging his back as he made her scrambled eggs just the way she liked them.

there werent words that could accurately explain how she felt about chan, the closest word she equated it to was obsessed, she was absolutely obsessed with every little detail about him. on the rare mornings that she woke up before him she found herself watching as the sun streamed through the miniscule gap between his curtains. she’d lie cramped into his bunk bed staring at him. she would watch the way his lashes fluttered ever so slightly against his soft pink cheeks. she should be embarrassed by how long she spent just looking at him, but to her own concern she did not care. she attempted to snuggle even closer to him as she connected every freckle on his face. his freckles were all faint and easily missed but sora noticed them early on. she would count every single one of his moles, they were only visible when she was this close to him. he had 7 scattered across his face. chan was a breath taking type of beauty, you don’t even realise you hadn’t taken a breath in 5 minutes until you’re passed out conveniently in his arms.

every time she’d sense him stirring beside her she’d act as if she had been asleep just like him, only to be ‘“woken up” by chans soft lips on her forehead and his rasp filled whisper of “good morning.”

every morning and every night she’d wait in anticipation for the gentle touches that always grew rougher , the sweet kisses that escalated until they were desperate and deep. she was obsessed with the way he’d look at her just before she came , like she was his absolute favourite thing to ever exist. her brain would fog as she begged for a kiss , his hands tightly gripping at the flesh of her thighs as he pulled her impossibly closer. He always whispered the prettiest words in that moment. sora sometimes felt like he kissed her like he actually was in love with her , like he was just as obsessed as she was

when people spoke about butterflies, sora never imagined them to be so overwhelming and nauseating. yet ,her heart never let her get up and leave thus stopping the weird stomach flutters. it all felt so real, she almost believed it too be real, almost. sora liked to believe she wasn’t delusional enough to think they actually were anything more than fuck buddies. but there she was lying awake almost every night hoping one day he’d roll over and say the words that scared her the most.

and that was delusional.

sora needed to feel grounded again, she had been floating for far too long she was losing herself. she had to get him off her mind and out of her system. she needed a distraction or maybe a reality check , whichever came first. bottom line was whatever she needed, she needed it immediately before her delusions lead to heartbreak and betrayal once again. which is all to explain how she found herself pressed against the door of a random club bathroom ,changkyun thrusting into her with the birthday dress he’d bought bunched at her waist.

the details of everything that lead to the current events hadnt yet registered in her brain. Somewhere between her tequila shots and martinis she found kelsey and asked for the tiny pill she knew she always had. honestly the details were lost in her brain but at least she wasn’t counting the moles on chan’s face.

“missed this. missed you.” changkyuns words came out choppy and muffled, his rambles almost incoherent due to his head being buried deep in her neck.his lips barely lifted from her skin as he spoke.but his words felt empty, he didn’t mean it and he didn’t bother trying to act like he did. at least chan felt genuine when he’d say the same thing , whether he actually was was a whole different story.

the bass boomed so loud that sora felt it against her back, the white wood doing very little to mute the music blasting on the other side nor was it any good muffling the obnoxious sound of skin slapping together. if anyone was within ear shot they knew exactly what was going on in the tiny-dirty- bathroom. it also didn’t help that changkyun decided to be particularly loud that day.

“you miss me too baby?” he lifted his head to make eye contact, his eyes dark and hooded. sora lifted a hand to brush the hairs sticking to his forehead to get a better look at him. he looked as good as she remembered. same sharp features she used to drool over, his stare just as hypnotizing as the last time, his dick filling her just the way it always did. there was a reason changkyun had sora under a spell for years, he was addictive.

sora nodded her head yes as her thumb dragged along his bottom lip pulling it down ever so slightly. changkyun had truthfully barely crossed her mind for the past 2 months but she agreed, hoping it would boost his ego and have him finish faster. changkyun chuckled as he nosed the strap of her dress until it fell off her shoulder, giving him just enough room to properly sink his teeth into her clavicle. “say it.” he demanded.

“missed you too.”

some twisted part of sora really did miss him. there really was something so familiar about the whole experience: the hollow feeling in her chest that she’d self medicate with alcohol and fickle relationships, the way every moment melted into each other as the bass of the speakers had her ears ringing, the way that changkyun looked at her and how their bodies moved together on the dance floor and the rushed kisses and movements against any surface they could find. even the emptiness of his words left some odd nostalgia in her.

she missed the way he would push her into the mattress till she felt like she disappeared, the shot of dopamine she’d get when he’d finally text her after disappearing for almost a month. changkyun kept her on her toes, had her wanting more every time. sora was never bored when it came to him, she never knew what to expect. the never ending excitement was also their downfall, the instability becoming all she knew.

sora wasn't stupid, she knew changkyun wasn’t good for her no matter how deeply in denial she was. she was aware it wasn't healthy to always leave his place feeling like a shell of herself, like it a piece of her was left behind . it left that ache in her chest that she grew accustomed to. but that was exactly what she needed, to be consumed by his meaningless touches, and let herself sink into the door. maybe then she’d wake up from the deluded dream she was living in with chan.

changkyun kissed up sora’s neck, pausing to bite into the flesh just under her jaw. chan usually sucked that spot. she couldn’t help but whimper ,slowly refocusing on the man in front of her. the tips of her long acrylic nails dug into his broad shoulders - chan was broader. she whimpered loudly as he started to suck on her neck harshly, definitely trying to leave a mark. he wanted everyone - chan - to know.

the words that changkyun whispered against the shell of soras ear didn’t register but she reacted by arching her back nonetheless. she used to fiend for moments where changkyun paid her this much attention but now all she could do was compare him. sora tried her hardest but she couldnt push away the sound of chans voice calling her pretty. she felt the ghost of his finger raking through her hair in the morning. she could feel him kissing her like he loved her. sora felt her eyes fill with tears as she forced them shut. trying to make the image of chan disappear. how did she let it get this far? why did she let anyone have this much of an effect on her. she hated it. she hated him and his stupid sweetness.

changkyun sped up at the sight of sora’s teary eyes , assuming it was his doing.

“feel that good baby ?”

sora didn’t reply just lulled her head back as the tears rolled down her cheeks taking her liner with it. it always smudged , it never lasted until the end of the evening.

she let out a small hum to appease him and it appeared to be exactly what he wanted.

“that’s right, better than that stupid boyfriend of yours?” he grumbled as he grabbed her jaw , his grip forcing her to face him. sora opened her eyes staring directly into his.

“i don’t have a boyfriend.”

her sentence came out short, her lack of breath abd already emotional state had her on edge. changkyun chuckled as his thumb pulled at her bottom lip jus as she had done earlier smudging her already messy lipstick. he pushed his thumb into her mouth slowly. “thought i lost you for a moment but you’re still mine. all mine.”

sora distracted him by sucking on his finger just as she’d always done. his eyes focused on her mouth as his thrusts sped up. she hated when changkyun said she was his. he’d go on and on about her being his but he was never hers. he made sure she knew that.

“i’ve never seen the point in exclusivity, no one keeps to it. someone always ends up lying to the other and cheating. just resentment and hatred everytime. why deal with all the rules and complications of relationships when you could just get what you want and leave.” the words once repeated to sora years ago rung loud in her ears as she tried willing away the tears.

changkyuns grip on her waist grew tighter as the strength that kept her up against the wall faltered slightly. “fuck, can i cum inside?”

“no.” she spoke quickly much to changkyuns surprise, she always let him cum inside.

sora tapped on his arm signaling for him to let her down. changkyuns face remained puzzled as he lowered her to her feet, the jelly state of her legs was the last thing on her mind. sora fell to her knees in the least elegant way possible, a bruise was sure to blossom in the morning. she tucked her hair behind her multi-pierced ear before opening her mouth slightly for changkyun to cum in. with a loud huff he tugged his fist up and down his shaft as he placed the salty tip on her tongue. his orgasm came in hot white spurts accompanied with changkyuns grunts. sora was thankful only a little bit got on her cheek, she really wasn’t in the mood for a full facial.

changkyun let out a soft sigh as he attempted to level his breathing. he watched as she crawled on the floor towards to roll of toilet paper, taking a bit and wiping at the sides of her mouth in an attempt to look presentable again. changkyun took note that she used to lick it up and open her mouth to prove she swallowed it all.

the tiny bathroom fell silent in a way that wasn't comfortable, it was agonizing. the sound of changkyuns zipper was all that could be heard in the small confines on the room. loud knocks filled the room as both their heads snon the door.

“just a minute.” sora yelled , surprised her voice wasn’t as horse as she thought it would be. she took a deep breath using one hand on the cool tiles of the wall and the other on the lid of the toilet for leverage to lift her up to her feet. despite being slightly unstable she managed to get up and look at herself in the grimey mirror.

sora looked at her reflection for far too long , she could feel changkyun staring at her in confusion. she couldn’t look away , the girl in front of her felt almost foreign. she hadn’t felt or looked like this in months and she didn’t like it yet she felt she deserved it. this is what girls like sora do. they don’t play house with sweet boys. they get get fucked in disgusting club bathrooms.

sora never felt like anything. she was just hollow and destructive. everything she touched felt like it was destined to fall apart.everytime anything felt good it would end leaving sora even more empty than she was before. a fun time until they get bored and move on to the next one. the constant rotation taking a piece of her until she had nothing left. the girl in the reflection looked hollow even with tears stains she looked devoid of emotion, devoid of a heart.

chan was good and kind and sora didn’t deserve all the good he had in him. she would ruin him just like she ruined everything else in her life. she didn’t want to ruin him but she couldn’t imagine leaving him. the come down was always more intense than the high and sora was feeling it. it was like withdrawals but from a person. she couldn’t breathe. fucking changkyun didn’t even work. she couldn’t escape him, her old ways weren’t working. there was no escaping anymore she was too deep in and her heart was doomed.

the knocks against the door were louder the second time pulling sora out of her haze. with a huff she swung the door open not even warning changkyun as she stood staring blankly, “oh my fucking god, here have the bathroom! fuck!” she pushed past the girl as they exchanged looks. sora could tell that she said something back but she didn’t care, she needed to get out of there. changkyun followed behind her as she walked off. fixing his hair as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder forcing her to stop in her tracks.

“we off to my place then?” sora kept walking as she felt his words like a weight on her chest. she couldn’t do it.

nothing. sora felt, heard, smelt and had nothing. the loud beating of her heart was the only thing reassuring her that she was, in fact, alive. she didn’t feel alive, she hadn’t for a long time.

taking deep breaths in through her nose sora tried to shut her brain up. she was spiraling she could feel it, but no matter what exercise she did that her new psychiatrist had taught her she couldn’t shut up her brain. her thoughts growing louder as her breathing became more labored.

“wait sora-“

before she even processed anything sora was walking. there were indistinct voices as she moved. it was as if they were screaming after her trying to get her to stop as she exited the club. she couldn’t tell who it was specifically,everything was blurred. she didn’t listen to them all she cared about was that she had to get out. the smoke filled room was suffocating her.

sora blinked slowly to adjust her eyes from the red neon lights to the dim street lamps along the road as she walked down it. she barely knew where she was going or what she was planning to do when she got there but she was moving and there was no stopping her. only after walking for some time did sora register that she didn’t have shoes on. they were definitely left in the bathroom but she didn’t care, at least she was out.

sora’s feet moved on their own accord,her mind still foggy. she couldn’t process where she was but it was familiar enough that even her overwhelmed and high mind was directing her somewhere.

her breath was still shaky and uneven as she stared at the same door she had walked out of just hours before. with whatever energy she had left she lifted her hand to hit her knuckles against the wood.

“sora?” the voice was soft yet strong. chan. she walked back to his dorm. she knew she hadn’t gone far when she left for the club. sora felt so embarrassed her stomach turned, why did she study the route from the club? she paid so much attention that even as fucked up as she was she still managed to somehow get herself back to the person she was running away from.

she didn’t reply, she couldn’t. his face was painted with concern yet he looked just as beautiful as she remembered. her beautiful boy. “come on let’s get you back inside where it’s warm and dry,” he spoke softly and slowly, not wanting to cause anymore damage than what was already done.

sora hadn’t even realized that it had been raining. her mind was too busy to notice that her body was soaking wet. she must’ve looked a mess , the tear stained look she had early barely compared to the state she was in now.

she tried to focus on his words and process what he was saying but the sound of her own heart beating in her ears drowned out anything and everything around her. the silence that filled the dorm was so loud sora thought she might scream. it felt like it was crushing her . why of all places was she there, with chan in his arms shaking. chan’s hands softly stroked her hair bringing her back to him. her breathing mimicked his as he attempted to help her as best as he could.

sora took a deep breath and allowed herself for the first time in months to feel at ease. she could feel him press his lips on her cheek like he always did when he tried to soothe her. it worked. she couldn’t understand why or how but chan never failed to make her feel at ease.

“you’re okay .” chan repeated in a whisper, continuously stroking her hair soothingly. sora forced herself to believe it even just for the night

in that moment chan didn’t care to ask where she had been or who she was with or where her shoes were or why she walked in the rain at 4am. he had to help her. he gently removed her makeup and changed her out of her soaked dress, his large sweatshirt engulfing her and surrounding her with his comforting scent again.

sora held him tightly that night, she pushed away the thoughts that she needed to leave, run away before the inevitable heartbreak. her heart was swelling and thumping the way she knew was dangerous,she was in love. and for the first time in years sora let herself feel everything. every nauseating butterfly, sickeningly soothing kiss to her face and headache inducing heartbeat; all of it. she wanted it all.

sora was in love and it was terrifying.

[lucienarcheron]

Elucien ( Taylor's Version ) 🦊🌸

Originally made this a few years ago but had to update it with the newer Taylor songs and her versions of the songs! This was inspired by the many many T-Swift songs that fit our lovely OTP Elucien. I will be highlighting all the lyrics that fit Elucien in each song and I have always said, TSwift is for Elucien and Elucien only haha. I started from her earliest albums and worked my way up, so buckle up, this is a long post! You can find the playlist here.

Invisible (Taylor Swift). This is a song I can see from Lucien’s perspective and ugh, it crushes my heart.

And you can't see me wantin' you the way you want her* But you are everything to me And I just wanna show you *She don't even know you *She's never gonna love you like I want to And you just see right through me but if you only knew me We could be a beautiful, miracle, unbelievable Instead of just invisible There's a fire inside of you That can't help but shine through *She's never gonna see the light No matter what you do And all I think about is how to make you think of me And everything that we could beI just wanna open your eyes And make you realize

Untouchable (Fearless). This song genuinely hurt my feelings. Every single lyric works for Elucien. The whole entire song just works from both Elain and Lucien’s perspectives. She’s untouchable, like a distant diamond sky. They’re reaching out to each other by can’t tell why (they can, it’s the mating bond) but my favorite of the lyrics is: Untouchable burning Brighter than the sun And when you're close I feel like coming undone

You Belong with Me (Fearless). One specific part that stands out coming from Lucien’s perspective.

Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find That what you're looking for has been here the whole time If you could see that I'm the one Who understands you Been here all along So, why can't you see? You belong with me You belong with me

Jump Then Fall (Fearless). Lucien’s pov as him and Elain start to get to know each other as friends. Lucien just can’t help the way his heart beats frantically for this adorable girl.

I realize your laugh is the best sound I have ever heard I like the way I can't keep my focus I watch you talk, you didn't notice I hear the words but all I can think is we should be together Every time you smile, I smile And every time you shine, I'll shine for you

Whoa-oh, I'm feelin' you, baby Don't be afraid to jump then fall Jump then fall into me Baby, I'm never gonna leave you Say that you wanna be with me too So I'ma stay through it all So jump then fall

Well, I like the way your hair falls in your face You got the keys to me, I love each freckle on your face Oh, I've never been so wrapped up, honey I like the way you're everything I ever wanted I had time to think it oh, over And all I can say is come closer Take a deep breath and jump then fall into me 'Cause every time you smile, I smile And every time you shine, I'll shine for you

The bottom's gonna drop out from under our feet I'll catch you, I'll catch you When people say things that bring you to your knees I'll catch you The time is gonna come when you're so mad, you could cry But I'll hold you through the night until you smile Whoa-oh, I need you, baby Don't be afraid, please, jump then fall Jump then fall into me

Today Was a Fairytale (Valentine’s Day). The song that summarizes how every day will be for them moving forward.

Today was a fairytale You were the prince I used to be a damsel in distress You took me by the hand

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You told me I was pretty When I looked like a mess

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Time slows down Whenever you're around Сan you feel this magic in the air? It must have been the way you kissed me Fell in love when I saw you standin' there It must have been the way Today was a fairytale It must have been the way Today was a fairytale Today was a fairytale You've got a smile That takes me to another planet Every move you make Everything you say is right Today was a fairytale Today was a fairytale All that I can say Is now it's getting so much clearer Nothing made sense 'Til the time I saw your face Today was a fairytale

Mine (Speak Now). This is a song I can see representing if (when) Elain leaves the Night Court to work with (become friends) with the Band of Exiles.

Do you remember, we were sittin', there by the water? You put your arm around me for the first time You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter You are the best thing, that's ever been mine

If you think about it, Elain is a rebel waiting to be unleashed. The careful (mediator) daughter of a once careless (up until the end) father. I can see them sitting there, enjoying the silence, and Lucien getting the courage (and with her permission) to put his arm around her for the first time.

I Almost Do (Red). For this song, I view it as Elain’s resistance to Lucien being her own stubbornness. She’s scared of finding something she could want forever, scared of how there’s a pull towards him even when she doesn’t actively want it. Her resistance can be viewed as her fighting the pull of the bond because she doesn’t want to be influenced by it, she wants to make her own choice. I’m sure she could be wondering how often her mate thinks of her compared to how often she thinks of him.

I bet This time of night you're still up I bet You're tired from a long hard week I bet You're sittin' in your chair by the window Looking out at the city And I bet Sometimes you wonder 'bout me And I just wanna tell youIt takes everything in me not to call you And I wish I could run to you And I hope you know that every time I don't I almost do I almost do I bet You think I either moved on or hate you 'Cause each time you reach out there's no reply

Treacherous (Red). This song makes me think of Elain and Lucien both being drawn to each other because they can’t help it, even when they try to resist it. For Elain, Lucien is the hard choice because it challenges everything she’s come to know about the mating bond and takes her away even further from the life she wanted. I can see them hating the attraction they feel but succumbing to it regardless (not as far as haters to lovers but definitely reluctant until they start hashing it out — “is it the bond or do I truly feel this way?”).

I can't decide if it's a choice Getting swept away I hear the sound of my own voice Asking you to stay And all we are is skin and bone Trained to get along Forever going with the flow But you're friction

& Two headlights shine through the sleepless night And I will get you, and get you alone Your name has echoed through my mind And I just think you should, think you should know That nothing safe is worth the drive And I would follow you, follow you home I'll follow you, follow you home

Message in a Bottle (Red). This song is all Elain realizing her feelings for Lucien after all this time and distance. She's reaching out, scared but he could be the one she loves, right?

I know that you like me And it's kinda frightenin' Standing here waitin', waitin' And I became hypnotized By freckles and bright eyes Tongue tied

But now You're so far away and I'm down Feelin' like a face in the crowd I'm reachin' for you, terrified

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'Cause you could be the one that I love I could be the one that you dream of Message in a bottle is all I can do Standin' here, hopin' it gets to you You could be the one that I keep, and I Could be the reason you can't sleep at night Message in a bottle is all I can do Standin' here, hopin' it gets to you

This Love (1989). This song is so soft and I want to scream because of how it fits so well. Both Elain and Lucien would consider the bond both positive and negative because of how it came to be, how it shifts their memories and faithfulness to their previous lovers.

In silent screams and wildest dreams I never dreamed of this

Tossing, turning Struggled through the night with someone new And I could go on and on, on and on Lantern, burning Flickered in my mind, only you

This love left a permanent mark This love is glowing in the dark, oh-oh, oh These hands had to let it go free, and This love came back to me, oh-oh, oh

Your smile, my ghost I fell to my knees When you're young, you just run But you come back to what you need

Wonderland (1989). Certain lyrics reminded me of their moments with Hybern when Elain got turned. The few moments before, when Lucien picked her up and away from the cauldron tipping Nesta so Elain doesn’t get wet. The tense, crazy moments after finding out she’s his mate.

Flashing lights and we Took a wrong turn and we Fell down a rabbit hole You held on tight to me 'Cause nothing's as it seems And spinning out of control

I reached for you But you were gone I knew I had to go back home You search the world for something else To make you feel like what we had And in the end, in Wonderland, we both went mad

You Are In Love (1989). This song screams Elain watching up one night and looking at Lucien's sleeping body next to her and realizing, "Oh. This. This is it."

One look, dark room Meant just for you

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No proof, not much But you saw enough

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No proof, one touch But you felt enough

You can hear it in the silence, silence, you You can feel it on the way home, way home, you You can see it with the lights out, lights out You are in love, true love You are in love

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You kiss on sidewalks You fight and you talk One night he wakes Strange look on his face Pauses, then says You're my best friend And you knew what it was He is in love

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You two are dancing in a snow globe, 'round and 'round And he keeps the picture of you in his office downtown And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars And why I've spent my whole life tryin' to put it into words

Delicate (Reputation). Normally this is a Nessian song for me but with Elucien? This is a song that is going on as they very slowly get to know each other, possibly pretending they’re not falling very deeply in love with each other because it’s too #delicate to rock the boat.

You must like me for me Yeah, I want you

Is it cool that I said all that? Is it too soon to do this yet? 'Cause I know that it's delicate

Isn't it, isn't it, isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it, isn't it, isn't it? Isn't it delicate?

Sometimes I wonder; when you sleep Are you ever dreaming of me? Sometimes when I look into your eyes I pretend you're mine, all the damn time 'Cause I like you

So It Goes (Reputation). This is the moment Elain and Lucien stare at each other, seeing each other for the first time as equals and not...fighting it. The moment right before...the kiss and they fall. But when you get me alone, it's so simple 'Cause baby, I know what you know We can feel it And all the pieces fall Right into place Getting caught up in a moment Lipstick on your face So it goes I'm yours to keep And I'm yours to lose You know I'm not a bad girl But I do bad things with you So it goes

Dress (Reputation). Does this one even need explaining? Elain and Lucien exploring their relationship without anyone knowing, without anyone interfering. Shameless plug of my own fic where I used this song just for them.

Our secret moments in your crowded room They've got no idea about me and you There is an indentation in the shape of you Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation My hands are shaking from holding back from you (ah, ah, ah) All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting My hands are shaking from holding back from all this

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Inescapable, I'm not even gonna try And if I get burned, at least we were electrified I'm spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we're both drunk Everyone thinks that they know us, but they know nothing about

Lover ft. Shawn Mendes (Lover). Once they’ve opened themselves to the beauty of what they have together? Inseparable.

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close? Forever and ever, ah Take me out, and take me home You're my, my, my, my lover &

I'll sing love songs to you when we're eighty See, I finally got you now, honey, I won't let you fall

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Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on my hand I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover Look in my eyes, they will tell you the truth The girl in my story has always been you I'd go down with the Titanic, it's true, for you, lover And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover

The Archer (Lover). I see this as a very Elain song as she’s battling with her own self and mindset as well as what the bond means to her and her potential with Lucien.

Combat, I'm ready for combat I say I don't want that, but what if I do? 'Cause cruelty wins in the movies I've got a hundred thrown-out speeches I almost said to you

Easy they come, easy they go I jump from the train, I ride off alone I never grew up, it's getting so old Help me hold onto you

I've been the archer I've been the prey Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?

I Think He Knows (Lover). This fun song is Elain’s thought process as she shamelessly becomes o b s e s s e d with her mate, the love of her life.

I think he knows his footprints On the sidewalk Lead to where I can't stop Go there every night

I think he knows his hands around A cold glass Make me wanna know that body Like it's mine

He got that boyish look that I like in a man I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans It's like I'm seventeen, nobody understands No one understands

He got my heartbeat Skipping down 16th Avenue Got that, oh! I mean Wanna see what's under that attitude Like, I want you, bless my soul And I ain't gotta tell him I think he knows I think he knows

I think he knows When we get all alone I'll make myself at home And he'll want me to stay

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He's so obsessed with me, and boy I understand Boy I understand

Paper Rings (Lover).  Reluctant mates to friends to best friends to lovers? This is the song Elain scream-sings from the rooftops.

The wine is cold Like the shoulder that I gave you in the street Cat and mouse for a month or two or three Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe

Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night (Oh!) Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright Three times 'cause I've waited my whole life

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I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want, and I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams Oh, you're the one I want

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Kiss you once 'cause I know you had a long night (Oh!) Kiss you twice 'cause it's gonna be alright Three times 'cause you waited your whole life (One, two, one two three four!)

&

I want to drive away with you I want your complications too I want your dreary Mondays Wrap your arms around me, baby boy

You’re the one I want

False God (Lover). Elain and Lucien fighting to know, “Do you want me for me? Or is it the bond?” Give me angry kissing. Give me some frantic hands roaming bodies that set their souls ablaze. Give me the moment they break away from the heated kiss and have hurt in their eyes because those idiots turned away from each at the same time.

They all warned us about times like this They say the road gets hard and you get lost when you're led by blind faith Blind faith

But we might just get away with it Religion's in your lips Even if it's a false god We'd still worship We might just get away with it The altar is my hips Even if it's a false god We'd still worship this love We'd still worship this love We'd still worship this love

I know heaven's a thing I go there when you touch me Honey hell is when I fight with you

But we can patch it up good Make confessions and we're begging for forgiveness

Afterglow (Lover). I see this song as Elain’s perspective as she’s been fighting against this bond and pushing Lucien away because she thinks it’s the worse thing that’s happened to her then slowly realizing exactly how in love she is with him.

I blew things out of proportion, now you're blue Put you in jail for something you didn't do I pinned your hands behind your back, oh Thought I had reason to attack, but no

Fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves Chemistry 'til it blows up, 'til there's no us Why'd I have to break what I love so much? It's on your face, and I'm to blame, I need to say

Hey It's all me in my head I'm the one who burned us down But it's not what I meant Sorry that I hurt you I don't wanna do, I don't wanna do this to you I don't wanna lose, I don't wanna lose this with you I need to say, hey It's all me, just don't go Meet me in the afterglow

I lived like an island, punished you with silence Went off like sirens, just crying

&

Tell me that you're still mine Tell me that we'll be just fine Even when I lose my mind I need to say Tell me that it's not my fault Tell me that I'm all you want Even when I break your heart

Daylight (Lover). After the heartbreaks and all the fights…they walk into the daylight together.

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night And now I see daylight, I only see daylight

&

And I can still see it all (In my mind) All of you, all of me (Intertwined) I once believed love would be (Black and white) But it's golden (Golden) And I can still see it all (In my head) Back and forth from New York (Singing in your bed) I once believed love would be (Burning red) But it's golden Like daylight, like daylight Like daylight, daylight

&

I wanna be defined by the things that I love Not the things I hate Not the things that I'm afraid of, I'm afraid of Not the things that haunt me in the middle of the night I, I just think that You are what you love

Mirrorball (Folklore). Learning the beauty of falling in love and seeing how a mate is an equal, a mirror to show you all the wonderful sides of themselves.

I want you to know I'm a mirrorball I'll show you every version of yourself tonight I'll get you out on the floor Shimmering beautiful And when I break it's in a million pieces Hush When no one is around, my dear You'll find me on my tallest tiptoes Spinning in my highest heels, love Shining just for you Hush I know they said the end is near But I'm still on my tallest tiptoes Spinning in my highest heels, love Shining just for you

Invisible String (Folklore). Isn’t this the song for every mate? Highlighting how there was always a string tying them to a chance for a most magnificent love.

Time, mystical time Cuttin' me open, then healin' me fine Were there clues I didn't see? And isn't it just so pretty to think All along there was some Invisible string Tying you to me?

&

A string that pulled me Out of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire Chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons One single thread of gold tied me to you

Peace (Folklore). A song from Lucien’s perspective. A future high lord from a broken home. How could he ever bring her peace?

But I'm a fire and I'll keep your brittle heart warm If your cascade ocean wave blues come All these people think love's for show But I would die for you in secret The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences Sit with you in the trenches Give you my wild, give you a child Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other Family that I chose now that I see your brother as my brother Is it enough? 'Cause there's robbers to the east, clowns to the west I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best But the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me Willow (Evermore). Elain as she’s realizing how Lucien has sneaked into her heart by being everything she didn’t know she needed.

I'm like the water when your ship rolled in that night Rough on the surface but you cut through like a knife And if it was an open-shut case I never would've known from that look on your face Lost in your current like a priceless wine

&

Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind Head on the pillow, I could feel you sneaking in As if you were a mythical thing Like you were a trophy or a champion ring And there was one prize I'd cheat to win The more that you say The less I know Wherever you stray I follow I'm begging for you to take my hand Wreck my plans That's my man You know that my train could take you home Anywhere else is hollow I'm begging for you to take my hand Wreck my plans That's my man

&

Wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark Show me the places where the others gave you scars

Gold Rush (Evermore). Elain, as she watches Lucien dazzle every crowd he’s in, feeling both proud that he’s her mate (while still nervous and apprehensive around him) but can’t help being slightly annoyed at how many people seem to want his attention.

Gleaming Twinkling Eyes like sinking ships On waters so inviting I almost jump in But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch Everybody wants you Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you Walk past, quick brush I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush Everybody wants you But I don't like a gold rush What must it be like To grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominos At dinner parties I call you out on your contrarian shit And the coastal town We wandered 'round had never Seen a love as pure as it

Ivy (Evermore). The struggle of wanting someone while they both navigate the waters of grieving an old love. The struggle of how they find themselves in each other’s dreams.

Your touch brought forth an incandescent glow Tarnished but so grand

And the old widow goes to the stone every day But I don't, I just sit here and wait Grieving for the living

&

Oh, goddamn My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand Taking mine, but it's been promised to another Oh, I can't Stop you putting roots in my dreamland My house of stone, your ivy grows And now I'm covered in you

I wish to know The fatal flaw that makes you long to be Magnificently cursed

&

it's a fire It's a goddamn blaze in the dark And you started it You started it So yeah, it's a war It's the goddamn fight of my life And you started it You started it

Cowboy Like Me (Evermore). Elain and Lucien realizing they’re both more similar than they think, having to cater to the feelings of those around them, telling people what they want to hear and just trying to make the most of life. Until they find each other.

You're a cowboy like me Perched in the dark Telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear Like it could be love I could be the way forward Only if they pay for it

You're a bandit like me Eyes full of stars Hustling for the good life Never thought I'd meet you here It could be love We could be the way forward And I know I'll pay for it

And the skeletons in both our closets Plotted hard to mess this up

&

Now you hang from my lips Like the Gardens of Babylon With your boots beneath my bed Forever is the sweetest con

&

I've had some tricks up my sleeve Takes one to know one

Long Story Short (Evermore). Elain has had her ups and downs, struggling to find herself, letting herself get lost in options here and there but finally, finds her way home. To herself. To Lucien.

Fatefully I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me Misery Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep And you passed right by

&

And I fell from the pedestal Right down the rabbit hole Long story short, it was a bad time Pushed from the precipice Clung to the nearest lips Long story short, it was the wrong guy Now I'm all about you I'm all about you, ah Yeah, yeah I'm all about you, ah Yeah, yeah Actually I always felt I must look better in the rear view Missing me At the golden gates they once held the keys to When I dropped my sword I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door And we live in peace But if someone comes at us This time, I'm ready

&

No more keepin' score now I just keep you warm (keep you warm) No more tug of war now I just know there's more (know there's more) No more keepin' score now I just keep you warm (keep you warm) And my waves meet your shore Ever and evermore

Lavender Haze (Midnights). The moment I heard this song, I knew it would be an elucien hit. This is Elain and Lucien in the stages of secretly getting to know each other away from everyone. I see this from Elain's POV as they try to take it slow and stay in that lavender haze~

Starin' at the ceilin' with you Oh, you don't ever say too much And you don't really read into My melancholia

I've been under scrutiny (yeah, oh, yeah) You handle it beautifully (yeah, oh, yeah) All this shit is new to me (yeah, oh, yeah)

I feel the lavender haze creepin' up on me Surreal, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say No deal, the 1950s shit they want from me I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

&

All they keep askin' me (all they keep askin' me) Is if I'm gonna be your bride

Sweet Nothing (Midnights). Elain and Lucien knowing they're each other's safe spaces.

They said the end is coming Everyone's up to something I find myself running home to your sweet nothings Outside, they're push and shoving You're in the kitchen humming All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

&

And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more" To you, I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it

And lastly, to wrap it up with an oldie, I’m Only Me When I’m With You (Taylor Swift). “Mine…you are mine and I am yours. Mate.”

Friday night beneath the stars In a field behind your yard You and I are painting pictures in the sky Sometimes we don't say a thing Just listen to the crickets sing Everything I need is right here by my side

And I know everything about you I don't wanna live without you

I'm only up when you're not down Don't wanna fly if you're still on the ground It's like no matter what I do Well, you drive me crazy half the time The other half I'm only trying To let you know that what I feel is true And I'm only me when I'm with you

[aster1sque]

@jegulus-microfic September 16th- vision, 433 words

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James has needed glasses ever since he could remember. His parents have a box hidden somewhere, filled with his pairs that grew in size as he did, losing that elastic band that held them around his head as a babe. His mother hadn’t liked the idea of magic, restricting her child in any capacity, even if it meant constant wrestling with a two year old who kept pulling them off, laughing each time Fleamont had to chase after them.

At that point, his eyesight had been a minor problem. Now, in his 20s, james relies on them like a limb. Blind as a bat, Remus would say, each time james mistook one item for another or bumped into furniture. He can still feel the bruises.

He gets frustrated with it sometimes. When they steam up when he has a hot drink or cooking, fall down the bridge if his nose constantly, get smudges or raindrops and need constant cleaning. Worst of all, they uncomfortably dig into his face every time he’s nuzzling into his boyfriends curls or when their kisses get heated.

It’s why mornings are his favourite.

When he can lie there, Regulus close enough that his vision is practically repaired. It wouldn’t matter how much he sees, anyhow, he’s the most beautiful person James knows.

Even so, getting to trace his finger down Regulus nose, see those spattering of freckles up close. Tracing his eyes across his face, before giving into the urge to nuzzle into his cheek. Some mornings, Regulus would open his arms and pull him in, cheek to cheek until sleep overtook them once more. Other times, James pulls away and continues to stare.

“You’re a creep, Potter” Regulus, eyes still closed, grumbles with a croaky morning voice “Watching me sleep isn’t romantic”

“Maybe this will suffice?” James whispers, reaching his arms out to start pulling Regulus in “i just want to see you”

“Then get your glasses”

James rolls his eyes, huffing quietly in laughter “But they’re annoying and too far away. So come here, please?” With no answer, James continues to pull Regulus in slowly until they’re close enough that their noses touch “There. now I can map out every detail of you and burn it to my memory. So no matter if my vision fails me, i’ll always have you in my mind”

It takes just a twitch for Regulus to murmur something that sounded like “cheesy” and close the distance between their lips, locking into place like they’re never meant to part.

And there’s not a single discomfort of glasses anywhere to be found.

[jamespotterthefirst]

Moonlight (Ethan x f!MC)

Book: Open Heart, book 2

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende)

Word count: 1.7 K

Rating: E

Warning: Strong Language and NS*FW content. Please use discretion and caution when viewing this work. By viewing of this work, you consent that you are 18+

Premise: After an argument, they finally let their desire win. Part 3 of Flowers and Because

His lips all but devour hers as they stumble into her bedroom, each stroke of their kiss fueled by her proclamation.

“There is no one else I want more than you.”

The mere memory elicits a feral grunt against her mouth.

She likes that.

The effect on her makes itself evident against the palm of his hand, currently nestled under the fabric or her robe. Within seconds, her nipple is hard against his hand.

“Ethan,” she whimpers when he kneads. Beautiful brown locks sweep past her shoulders as she throws her head back, eyes fluttering closed. “Mmm… Like that…”

The back of his knees hit the mattress. Without a single pause to his movements, he brings her down with him, her body straddling him with ease. The way her body conforms to him, every movement begging him to kiss every inch of it— it's as if no time and distance had ever come between them.

“What is it?” Lilac asks with visible trepidation.

It's only then that he realizes he'd been studying her with an intensity that makes her anxious. With a pang, he realizes she's probably afraid he'll change his mind. She has no inkling of the fact that Ethan sees the whole world in her dark green eyes. She has no idea of how deeply and passionately he loves her.

“Nothing,” he mutters, leaning up to kiss the column of her neck. He moves to whisper in her ear, “Just admiring how beautiful you look in the moonlight.”

It's true.

Errant beams of moonlight filter through her bedroom window, spilling over her skin. Every soft curve is illuminated, her freckles glimmering like constellations. Ethan takes a moment to memorize her, etching her to his memory. For as long as he lived, he'd never see anything more beautiful.

His eyes transverse up her neck, past the delicate lines of her face, finally settling on her eyes. The way she watches him knocks the last remnants of breath out of him.

“Ethan, I—”

Fear chases the words away.

Ethan doesn't need to hear them.

They burn in her gaze like embers.

“I know.”

Pouty, rose-petal lips part as she takes in a breath. And then he is kissing her again, this time with so much renewed fervor that they almost lose their balance.

“I want you,” she whispers against his mouth. “It's been too long.”

His body screams in agreement. Every part of his body is taut at attention for her. The column of his erection presses firmly against her thighs as she moves over him.

“Please,” she begs against his mouth. The opening of her robe hangs loosely around her shoulders, the silk at her thighs riding higher still. “I need you inside me.”

The wanton little whisper is his undoing. With a grunt, he haphazardly removes her robe. Lilac, in the meantime, makes easy work of his shirt and pants. She has the front unbuttoned in seconds, her delicate fingers wrapped around his length.

“Lilac,” he warns when she begins to stroke.

After months apart, there is no hope he'll last long if she continues her devious little movements. Understanding crosses her face. He can tell she's just as needy and desperate as he is.

“Guide it in,” he instructs her in a low, dark rumble.

Her thighs quiver around him but she obeys. With one more stroke, she takes him and teases the tip at her entrance. They both moan.

“I missed you,” she says breathlessly as she guides the tip inside her. Lilac closes her eyes as he stretches her.

“Look at me,” Ethan commands through grit teeth. “I want to see you as you take me in.”

Another moan escapes her but she does as he says. Her dark eyes meet his as another inch slowly slides in. Another inch and Lilac's mouth falls open.

“Fuck,” she whimpers, looking down at the place where their bodies meet. “I forgot how big you are.”

Ethan raises a brow despite the urge to pump into her until she screams. “I'm that forgettable?”

“No!” She looks mortified, the blush on her chest and neck deepening. “You're driving me crazy and I don't know what I'm saying—”

She breaks off in a moan as more of him enters her.

Eyes fluttering shut, she admits, “I could never forget you.” She opens her eyes to meet his. “You're all I think about.”

The admission pierces through the list for a moment. A raging torrent stemming from his heart urges him forward and he kisses her in an instant. This kiss is different— softer and more delicate, like ebbing waters caressing a glimmering shore. His lips silently but desperately proclaim what Ethan is too cowardly to say out loud.

I love you.

“Ethan,” she moans when he's fully inside her.

Without any more delay, they move against each other, taking their fill yet feeling as though it will never be enough. Lilac throws her head back as she moves, utter bliss and pleasure glowing from the rosy mounds of her breasts and parted lips. Ethan, meanwhile, watches her through the haze, praising her with his movements just as he ought, just as she deserved.

“Mmm,” Lilac hums, taking his hand in his. She grinds on top of him as she kisses his fingertips. Then, dark eyes locked on his, she takes his fingers into her mouth.

“God, Lilac.”

He feels himself twitch inside her.

It doesn't take long before their movements are quick and desperate. Ethan moans as he feels himself seconds away from finishing.

“Inside me,” she begs. “Cum inside me, Ethan.”

“Are you still on birth control?”

“Yes,” she whimpers.

Milliseconds after the word leaves her lips, he finishes with a grunt, filling her. Lilac moans as she shortly follows, her orgasm sending tremors through her body.

“I got you,” he assures her with a single kiss to her throat.

She rides it out and then they become very still.

“Can you stay?” she asks minutes later.

Ethan studies her carefully guarded expression. Though she tries to seem nonchalant and uncaring, Ethan can see the fragments of fear in her expression. At last, he nods.

“I have to leave early, though.”

He doesn't have to explain why. Lilac is very aware of the need to sneak him out in the morning without anyone's notice. In the meantime, though, she seems happy to have him by her side for a few hours.

Silently, they settle under the covers, his arms encircling her.

“Do you regret it?” she asks into the darkness.

The question sends a tiny stab through his chest.

“Never, Lilac. I would never regret our time together.”

He can feel her shoulders sag with relief.

“It's still very complicated—”

“I know,” she interrupts softly. “I know. Can we just enjoy this moment, though? Without thinking about anything else?”

A moment.

That’s all they get together when they both want a lifetime. Ethan finds it almost impossible to enjoy any part of that cruelty. A swirl of clouds passes through the moon, casting them in momentary darkness. It makes him uneasy— vast darkness always did.

The warmth of her body next to his and her steady breathing, however, is solace enough to lull him into sleep.

Bright sun rays that manage to pierce through her curtains awaken Lilac that following morning. As her body fends off the last remnants of sleep, she turns and stretches. Memories from the night before come into focus and she quickly pads the space next to her on the mattress.

It’s empty.

She expected as much.

Still, there is a tiny stab of disappointment she can’t ignore in her chest. Lilac sinks back into the pillow, already dreading what comes next. She can already feel the sickening feeling in her stomach every time she sees him in the halls of Edenbrook and has to pretend as though he means nothing to her. The effort of meeting those arresting blue eyes and act as though she wasn’t deeply and insurmountably in love with him— it might destroy her.

A knock at the door startles her out of that reverie.

“Lilac? Are you awake?”

It’s Sienna.

“Just a second.”

Lilac scrambles out of bed and throws on a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt. There’s no hope for her hair. One look at the mirror tells her combing through it would take ages. The makeup she spent so long applying last night was now smeared all over her face.

“Love the smoky eye,” Sienna comments brightly when Lilac opens the bedroom door. “That and the messy hair makes you look like a rock star.”

“I feel like a hungover, washed-up rock star,” Lilac returns, her voice groggy.

Sienna’s smile grows impossibly wider. “Didn’t get much sleep last night?”

Lilac arches a brow at her. “What are you implying, Trinh?”

“Oh, nothing,” the short brunette replies innocently. “I just heard from a little birdie that you had a date last night.”

“Was that birdie Kyra?”

“My lips are sealed because this birdie can and will peck my eyes out.” Sienna laughs. “So? How was it?”

Lilac’s response is a shrug. “I didn’t go.”

At this, her friend blinks, confused.

“What?”

“I just thought—”

Sienna shakes her head and regains her composure.

“I thought the date must’ve gone well.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, I figured your date must’ve really liked you if he sent you these.”

Without further comment, she turns toward the living room. Utterly confused, Lilac follows her, unsure what to expect. At last, Sienna steps aside, gesturing at the largest, most colorful flower arrangement Lilac has ever seen. Blooms of all colors and shapes explode from the vase, taking up most of the coffee table.

“They were delivered ten minutes ago,” Sienna explains. “It took two guys to bring it in here. They said it was the largest arrangement they had. I would’ve taken it to your room but…”

She trails off, standing next to the arrangement to demonstrate how it was almost as big as her.

Lilac, in the meantime, can only stare at the flowers wordlessly. When the muscles in her legs finally recover, she moves closer to them cautiously, as though afraid sudden movements will make them disappear. Up close, she can see a card tucked neatly under a pink dahlia.

“Well, who’s it from?” Sienna prompts excitedly.

It doesn't have a name but Lilac would recognize the handwriting anywhere. Scribbled there are only five words that make her breath hitch:

You are everything to me.

Note: Meep! Sorry this took so long! 

Hope you liked it!

Thank you so much for reading! 

-Bree

[sugutoad]

matchup trade for @lady-of-endless  !

ATTACK ON TITAN MATCHUP

Significant Other

I ship you with… Reiner Braun — The Armored Titan. I wholly believe that he is a person who will balance out your more introverted, colder demeanour with his loud persona and even louder heart. He understands your need to appear without any flaws, always leaning a shoulder for you if you ever need to. While most people prefer Reiner with a more timid character, I think someone with almost equal confidence could balance him out. 

RUNNER UPS: Hange Zoe and Jean Kirschtein

HEAD CANONS

Reiner Braun is a man who knows that he should never rely too heavily on anyone especially when in the cruel world they live where lives are taken again and again and he can not do anything about it. And yet, when all his feelings are bottled up and his thoughts shoved at the back of his head, he wants to go to you. You were a new doctor he had met after coming back to Marley and when you took him as your patient, he found it so easy to let everything out to you. You never judged him nor laughed. You just nodded your head and listened quietly. He quickly came to realise that no matter what, he could rely on you and you would always stay. You help him reach the inner parts of his soul, the small fragments of peace he still had left and bring it out.

After three months of not seeing him, your paths finally intertwined while you had been looking for flowers. While digging through your wallet to get out the money at the side for your new bouquet, the store owner came to you, handing you the bouquet for free? You were baffled at this. And your confusion didn’t get any better when the owner replied that a man had bought you the bouquet. Looking around, you saw him again with brown twinkling eyes and a little smile as he waved at you. After that, you bought him lunch and it slowly began a thing for the two of you to eat lunch with one another. And as time went on, your relationship had also developed into something new. 

He is so consumed by you. A single glance at you makes him forget all his problems for you are all he needs. Whenever he takes you on a date, he almost never chooses anything for himself, but what you choose to do. He will hold on to your hand while you walk endlessly for hours, talking along the way in hushed tones and soft giggles (with an occasional snort). He would later take you stargazing and buy you a new set of bouquet every time. He would be those boyfriends who take one flower out of the bouquet and keep it at home, so they know when the flowers die and you are in need of a new set. 

At night when the two of you are in the comfort of your bed, he would hold on to you tightly, rubbing circles on your back or tracing the tattooed crescent, while kissing your head until you are asleep. He would kiss your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then your beauty mark and finally your lips, worshipping every subtle feature on your body. And when you are asleep, he would count the freckles on your face to help him fall asleep. He is definitely an early riser, so whenever you wake up, he has a whole breakfast ready and set on the table. 

The memory of you is etched in his head, from your sweet smell and your blonde hair. He would so love the height difference between you because Reiner himself is quite a big man and you look so tiny next to him! It’s so adorable.

I just know Gabi would love you! You're her cousin’s girlfriend and you are literally the coolest and have a tattoo? She literally spoke with you once and decided that she would want to be you. So when you date Reiner, be fully prepared for a 10 year old kid following you everywhere and mimicking whatever you do in an attempt to be more like her role model.