#lovcdandlost

[dirtfacedgospel]

a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party . - damien @ delilah

it doesn’t get under her skin quite the way it used to.    granted, it also doesn’t happen much these days. between the band on his finger, delilah’s own near constant presence, and both of their nonstop chattering about their daughter  —  nearly three now! when had that happened?  —  to most of the world it was abundantly clear that damien and delilah were both off the market and abundantly happy to be.

not so, it seemed, for the blonde that had sidled up into delilah’s empty space when she’d gone to get the group’s refills. ford had pointed her out, said she’d asked what damien was drinking before heading over, said he’d warned her she was barking up the wrong tree but she hadn’t minded much, and he wasn’t in the business of turning down paying customers. she’d shot him a look then, and he’d laughed, a glint of amusement in his eyes so similar to his younger brother’s. she considers teasing him then, asking if he’s feeling bored with sawyer fawning over nora instead of causing chaos, and then the blonde reaches out and puts her hand on damien’s arm and any humor she might have had evaporates in an instant.

short as she may be, she crosses the bar in what feels like too few strides. the woman’s standing close to him  —  too damn close  —  but it doesn’t matter because delilah slips in between them with little effort  ( and if she jostles the blonde’s drink some, there’s no proving it was on purpose )  a hand raising to damien’s shirt collar to pull him down.

she never gets tired of kissing him, ever. doesn’t think she ever will, if she’s honest, but even she can admit there’s a thrill to making a scene of it that she hasn’t felt in a minute, lost to the monotony of parenthood and everyday routine. she lingers in the kiss longer than is probably inappropriate for what is still a public place, can hear a few wolf whistles from the other patrons, and when she pulls back, the stranger is already all but forgotten as she stares up at him, unmasked adoration written across her features.

 “ miss me? ” // @lovcdandlost — kiss and tell prompts.

[soulsanctified]

FT. @LOVCDANDLOST​

[scaffoldheld-a]

@lovcdandlost​ said:  embrace – from aeron.

he stays a pace or two behind trip, eyes sweeping their surroundings quickly as they leave the jet, and for all the tension still wired into his frame, there no mistaking the bizarre sense of security that washes over him as he takes in what can be mistaken as nothing other than a s.h.i.e.l.d. base. it’s no triskelion or hub, that’s for sure, benji can all but feel the weight of the earth pressing in around them, but there’s a distinct energy, an urgent, secretive hum in the air he can only associate with s.h.i.e.l.d.

despite the fact that he’d let them treat his superficial injuries on the flight, benji knows he’s a sight bordering on pathetic. beyond even the visible layered bruising and broken skin, unkempt is an understated description. seven months of his focus being purely on survival, his beard’s grown out, his hair’s longer than he’s allowed it to be since his teens, his weight dropped and his movements stiff from so long spent in confinement. he hasn’t looked at himself yet, but he’s sure he looks more like a feral dog than the proud agent he’d once been.

he meets the eyes of every agent they pass, searching for the barest hint of deception, any evidence that this might be a trap, a hunted, suspicious gaze combing over them all.

until he meets a certain set of familiar blues.

he freezes in his tracks, even as his body protests the sudden cease in movement, heart suddenly pounding like a sledgehammer in his throat as he takes in the sight of his husband. he feels the confusion around him as the others realize he’s stopped moving, but it’s all peripheral, their questions a distant and warbled backdrop to the emotions warring for dominance in him. a sort of all-consuming relief wins out from the bunch, at the fact that aeron’s safe, alive, that the fact that he’s here must really mean this is safety, that jemma, trip, and bobbi had been telling the truth about s.h.i.e.l.d. still existing, hydra not having won yet, not that he has the time to really analyze it all before he’s moving forward, one shaky step after another until he’s closing the space between them at a stilted, broken paced, near-run.

his hands go to either side of aeron’s face first, staring in awestruck, relieved adoration, mouth moving to start a hundred different apologies and professions of love that his voice won’t supplement, until the last of his resolve shatters and his arms drop, wrapping around his husband, clinging to him as though afraid he’ll be ripped away if benji dares loosen his grip. later, he’ll stumble over an apology for the sheer indignity of it, the way he buries his face in the side of aeron’s neck, breathing him in and gasping out his name like it’s the only way his lungs will take oxygen, but for the moment it’s all he can manage, tremors beginning to set in as exhaustion, joy, love, and relief all threaten to overwhelm him for the first time since his rescue.

there’s pain, some part of him registers, far more severe untreated injuries he hasn’t even begun to let on to, but it’s a part of him he’s not even close to acknowledging, as utterly lost in the desperate embrace as he is.

standing there, shaking, pressed as close to aeron as physically possible, for the first time in a far too long seven months, he dares to think that everything might be okay.

one word prompts.

[boundwrit]

@lovcdandlost​​ said  :   “can i use your lap as a pillow?”     [   aeron   ]       /    physical contact starters .

“ you really gotta ask, baby? ”  emma’s more than happy to clear space for him, setting her book aside and moving to drape the blanket she’d had thrown over her legs around her shoulders instead. she pats her knees, the corners of her mouth ticking up into a smile as that brings to mind all the times she’s done just that for the boys, and waits until he’s settled. his breath huffs out of him in what might be relief, or just contentment, as he wiggles a little to get comfortable. there’s something about the casual intimacy of it all that always puts a little hitch in her breathing, leaves her a little misty-eyed, and emma always fervently hopes he doesn’t notice. but it’s easy enough to distract him if it does start to seem like he’s picking up on it. easy to smooth at the little crease between his brows, to rub slow circles at his temples with her thumbs until the tension leaves him, tight shoulders gradually loosening and chest rising and falling at a steady rate as he draws in deep breaths.

there’s a nagging urge to ask about his day like she usually would, to wonder aloud if he’d had a bad one that’s necessitated this. but the last thing she wants is to walk him backwards through all that stress if it has been, watch it settle onto his shoulders and weigh him down again. so, instead of surrendering to the impulse, emma trails her fingers along his jawline, fingertips skimming gently over his skin and dragging across his stubble with a quiet rasp that makes her smile. he tips his head back just as she leans down to press a soft kiss to his forehead, a giggle bubbling up her throat and spilling out of her, a bright, clear sound.  “ love you, ”  she murmurs, more than pleased with the rumble of his response.

[scarburned-aa]

                when  the  door  triggers  the  bell ,  a  small  smile  flutters  across  aurora’s  lips.   she  lets  him  situate  himself  at  his  usual  table ,  finishing  a  different  customer’s  drink  before  walking  over.     ❛   hey ,  your  usual ?   ❜                    /                   @lovcdandlost

[dirtfacedgospel]

mistletoe @ charlie from elias

the moment the usual din of the theriot house drops down to a murmur, charlie realizes what’s happened.   it shouldn’t have surprised her, after all, bastien and aurelie had gotten caught under angela’s trap only an hour ago, but it manages to anyway. they’re halfway out the door, on their way to pick up a forgotten ingredient for dinner, when suddenly she can feel the eyes pinned to her back.

there’s a moment of hesitation, discomfort at public displays of affection churning at her core, before her attention turns elias. he looks flustered, sure, but there’s no misidentifying the reassurance in his eyes:  you don’t have to.   ( and also, possibly :  oh god i’m sorry about my family ).

the surge of affection that wells up in her is neither unexpected nor unwanted as she reaches out for him, leaning up to press her lips to his. she’s not deaf to the snickering of the theriot-olivier clan  she’d put money on the wolf whistle being jules  but it only serves to misalign their kiss slightly as she smiles.

it’s liam’s loud, performative ewwwww that breaks her, head turning to the side as she laughs quietly, face more flushed than it has any right to be.   “ c’mon, the store’s going to close soon. ”   she says, pulling elias out into the chilly evening. and if they’re a little bit late getting back, well it’s angela’s fault.   //   @lovcdandlost

[soulsanctified]

it takes the briefest moment for dark green eyes to adjust to the change in light as seth rolls out from beneath the car, the silhouette of nora taking shape against the midday sun above him. he smiles, shifting to prop himself half up on his elbow and reaching for a towel to wipe the grease from his hands as he regards her properly.  “ you come to help me out this time, or just watching? ”

@lovcdandlost​ liked for a starter.

[scaffoldheld-a]

@lovcdandlost​ said: embrace – from damien.

if his younger self could have ever known that one day, the flicker fast movement of the shape he knows to be damien’s would ever result in a moment of genuine threat analysis, he’d have laughed. benji knows that. but it doesn’t stop it, doesn’t mitigate what he’s spent the last nearly fifteen years of his life doing, what s.h.i.e.l.d. has ingrained in him, what his and jemma’s survival has deemed necessary.

there’s no need to step between damien and jemma, benji’s brain processes faster than he can even consciously be aware of, but he knows his best friend well enough to know that he’d never lash out at her for his sins, his lies, the pain he’s put them all through. benji’s the only one at risk for injury here, and as such he makes no move to step back or defend himself, even as his jaw aches with the force of the first blow, delivered only seconds before.

he doesn’t expect the arms around him, doesn’t expect the face pressed into his shoulder or the warm press of a familiar hug he hadn’t known he’d been aching for until it was there. it’s enough to damn near make his knees go out, a sudden rush of hot emotion surging up his throat, tightening his jaw and leaving a burn in his eyes he prays he can relieve by squeezing them shut as his arms lock around damien in return. there are apologies, pleas for forgiveness, explanations and excuses all battering each other for the chance to escape, curling around his tongue and threatening to choke him, but he holds fast to them, knowing that even if he tried to speak, he’d be too muffled by the shoulder he’s buried his own face into.

benji doesn’t know how long they stand there, each clinging to the other like they might have replaced gravity as the only thing holding them to the earth, but he doesn’t care. he’s missed his brother far to much to begin to.

one word prompts.

[boundwrit]

@lovcdandlost​​ said  :   “that’s gonna leave a bruise.”     [   aeron   ]       /    physical contact starters .

a cursory glance downward tells her he’s gesturing to the darkening redness that’s spread down her side, and talia fights not to grimace when her shrug sends pain lancing up her spine.  “ not the first bruise I’ve ever had. won’t be the last. ”  it sounds like the kind of machismo crap she can’t stand from half the overconfident rookie agents she’s ever trained, but she’s not just saying it to make herself seem tough. her pain’s always been more of a minor inconvenience than any real kind of hindrance. she’d rather push through it than let it stop her. 

none of which she needs to explain to him, so talia settles for tugging her t-shirt down to cover the burgeoning bruise, the cotton clinging to her damp skin in a way that makes her want to squirm. but she refuses herself any kind of visible discomfort, shakes out her hair and angles a lazy smirk in his direction instead.  “ did you actually want something from me, or are you just here to make asinine observations? ”  just to add some injury to light-hearted insult, she flicks his forehead on her way out the door.

[rebelvoices-a-blog]

❝ there you are. everyone’s been looking for you. ❞ lovcdandlost; bill weasley @ george

             QUIET  isn’t  usually  a  word  used  to  describe  the  burrow,  but  since  the  battle  &  their  return,  a  blanket  of  silence  has  fallen  over  the  weasley  household.   it’s  STIFLING,  clawing  at  insides  already  raw  from  grief   —   how  then,  could  he  be  expected  to  stay  within  walls  where  the  hushed  whisper  of  conversation  only  seeks  to  inflame  his  ire  further,  whilst  concealed  under  the  pretence  that  nothing  was  amiss  ?

          he’s  perched  on  a  log  towards  the  back  of  the  garden  (   chosen  for  the  bushes  that  surround  it,  cutting  it  off  from  the  eye  line  of  those  looking  through  kitchen  window   —   a  weasley  sibling  secret  kept  from  parents  by  sworn  oath   ),  fingers  methodically  stripping  a  twig  of  its  bark.   gaze  breaks  resolute  concentration  upon  the  arrival  of  bill,  head  turning  minutely  so  as  to  acknowledge  his  presence. 

          ❛   well, you’ve found me.   ❜    the  GHOST  of  a  smile,  eyes  unchanging   ;   pressure  breaks  branch  apart  with  a  sudden  SNAP,  remains  dropped  to  floor,    ❛   did  you  need  something   ?   ❜ 

                     *:･✧ ❛ dragon age meme / accepting ! ———〈 @lovcdandlost. 〉

[dirtfacedgospel]

a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps . - dylan @ bastien

somewhere, beneath the tendrils of exhaustion tightening around his consciousness, bastien thinks he’s been the victim of a conspiracy.   he’s kept busy all week, consumed entirely by a list of obligations even he can admit is on the unrealistic side. between a mighty intense crunch at the office, an upcoming recital to prep for his students, and holiday plans, all stacked atop of an already tentatively balanced schedule, he’s been left with less room for sleep than usual. so, when nora had asked for a rain check on their planned dinner and dylan had offered to come in her stead, he hadn’t had the extra bandwidth to think anything of it.

now, though, with dinner having been turned into watching tv after their meal, which then turned into a shared blanket, then bastien leaning into dylan’s steady warmth, then, somehow   ( the details had gotten lost as his brain slowed for the first time in days )   dylan’s weight pressing solidly against nearly the entire length of his body, he begins to suspect this was planned.

the soft chuckle he feels resonating into his chest from dylan’s only cements that certainty  — aeron had fussed at him surprisingly little that day at work, hadn’t he? —  but the press of a pair of lips to his forehead silences any protest he might have otherwise mustered as sleep finally claims him. // @lovcdandlost — kiss and tell prompts.

[soulsanctified]

@lovcdandlost​ said:  “ is this even going anywhere? ”  from nora for jake

of all the things jake might’ve expected to result from coaxing nora to talk, to tell him what was so clearly bothering her and had been for the past several hours, that question hadn’t been it. five small, simple words shouldn’t be enough to bring his entire brain up short, but there he was. is this even going anywhere? he’d thought it was, had thought things were going well. had he been wrong? had he missed something? something important enough for her to think he’d changed his mind about her, about them?

he reaches for her hands, a new hesitation in the movement for fear that his fingers might not be met, making to hold them tight within his own.  “ ‘course it is. ”  he hopes he’s forced down enough of the worry for the easy nonchalance to come off as authentic, that maybe just this once she won’t see through him.  “ nora, baby, what’s bringin’ this on? ”

right in the guts angst.

[scaffoldheld-a]

“ i settled my grievance by crafting a mask, and i never looked back. ”

@lovcdandlost​ (aeron)  –  spotify starter call.

[boundwrit]

@lovcdandlost​ said  :   "is that the best you've got?"     [   aeron   ]       /    physical contact starters .

“ you just don’t know how to take a beating gracefully, do you? ”  talia tilts her head, eyes narrowing as she regards her fallen quarry. if nothing else, he’s persistent, she’ll give him that. she’s knocked him on his ass at least half a dozen times already, but he’s climbed back to his feet after each tumble, dogged in the face of obvious defeat. it’d be admirable, if knowing she’d have to work to get him on his back on the mat again wasn’t exhausting. she spares a fleeting thought as to whether or not that could be his strategy, wearing her down until it’s all too easy to take her legs out from under her, but dismisses the notion easily. he’s gassed, that much is clear in the heave of his chest and the sweat plastering his hair to his forehead. 

talia sighs, taking pity on her sparring partner, and crouches beside him, reaching out to flick his forehead.  “ quit while you’re ahead, o’connell. you’re going to be sore enough tomorrow. ”  she’ll be feeling it herself, which she’s putting down to the few lucky shots he’d gotten in before she’d solidly handed him his ass. he’s not exactly helpless, but he still hadn’t stood much of a chance against a seasoned field agent. makes her wonder why he’d agreed to train with her at all.  “ are you just a glutton for punishment---is that what this is? you get your rocks off getting your ass beat by a woman? ” 

[flwerpower]

seven minutes - lovcdandlost; logan (love me)

6.  pinned-against-the-wall kiss

   she doesn’t even like parties.  no,  she’s an introvert,  she’d rather be at home drinking hot chocolate instead of alcohol.   (  or maybe alcohol in her hot chocolate?  )   nevertheless,  she keeps to herself — until the liquor is produced.  one drink couldn’t hurt,  right?  thalia doesn’t ordinarily drink — or at least,  that’s what she tells people —  but a glass here and there does no harm !

 five red solo cups later,  she’s an extrovert.  another two cups later and she’s been elected to play seven minutes in heaven.  half of a cup more is downed and nimble fingers are intertwined with logan’s.  god knows she shouldn’t be doing this,  but she’s too far to back down now !  she pulls him into the nearest closet,  despite his cautious words advising her against this.  before the door is even closed,  her lips are on his. 

 “ are you okay with this? ”  comes slurred words.  she’s more than drunk,  alcohol seeping from what feels like her every pore,  but she forgets how utterly disgusting she feels when he nods.  smirk replaces usually sunny smile and hands find his collar to gently push him against the door.  she’s far more bold drunk than sober,  yet she isn’t quite satisfied with this arrangement.  slender fingers travel down his arms only to find his hands on her waist ;  she’s tempted to make a nun joke.  his hands are placed lower and she hums against him with content.   

  she hopes this won’t be awkward the next morning. 

meme !     ❁ ｡ ･     @lovcdandlost     accepting !

[dirtfacedgospel]

so, i get it now. // bastien theriot & nora o'connell.

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