#snarkelf

[rosyfacedlovebird]

omg thank you @holesmovingcastle for tagging me!!

top 10 comfort movies (in no particular order)

Atlantis: The Lost Empire

Hidden Figures

Robots

Clue

Robin Hood: Men in Tights

The Blind Side

Knives Out

The Hobbit

Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle

Dave Made A Maze

in other words i have weird as fuck taste. i’m not much of a Movie Person but i’m pretty much always up for watching one of these

tagging @snarkelf, @eleacore, @wokeuplaughing, @bluesturngold, @buriedwithoutceremony, @butchviking, @aviaviator, @g-r-a-v-e-y-a-r-d, @kingoffantasy516, and @groupwest

[the-missann]

WIP List game

Thanks to @cypriathus for tagging me!

Honestly, my WIP list is a little too long so if I put all of them, I'd be putting my entire follower list and run out before I'm even a little bit done 🗿. Though I always wanna talk about my stories, but I get in my head saying "no one cares" so if I get an ask it'll make me feel less like that :)

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I'll just put the ones I'm currently working on:

Kingdom of Bumalia

The Demonic Repentance

The Makings of a Love Story

Tales That Were Lived

Dark Moon

The Moon, Rabbit, and Wolf

Secrets of a Teenage Man

A Fourth Dimension Reality

Same Breeds (temp title)

One of Malevolence

I have all my stories occupying space in my brain at all times so ask away~

As usual, with my tags, there's no need to participate, no pressure. Just do it if you want and have fun 🍂

@kitsuimiko @xlciaz @jgmartin @tzipor-feather-blog @lyutenw @snarkelf @vinylandvalium @risingshards @reysfictionalworlds @arijensineink.

[lavenderstar-creations]

commission dump!! first one is for the homed slice @snarkelf the other two i just forgot to post i guess 😭😭

[dragonofthewind]

It's my 9 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳 thanks @snarkelf

[caelestis-composition]

⭒ gorou/reader: to protect ⭒

request for @snarkelf​: NEW CHARACTERS NEW CHARACTERS!!! 👀👀👀 The Gorou brainrot is REAL and I can't get his little growl out of my head. That said, can we get some good ol' hurt/comfort where reader gets caught off guard in a fight and gets hurt and/or stunned and Gorou swoops in to protect and comfort them

BESTIEE hi this is from last summer but it is finally done <3 lawl i hope u enjoy <33

⭒

pairing: gorou/gn!reader (no pronouns used for reader)

characters: gorou, unnamed shogunate soldiers; kokomi is mentioned Once

genre: hurt/comfort

word count: 1387

warnings: reader uses a melee weapon, depictions of violence, descriptions of injury and blood

⭒

You didn’t join the Watatsumi Army for the thrill of battle, as some may claim. You’re not hungry for conflict, you’ve never been one to actively seek out a fight. There was a call for help, and you answered. Divine Priestess Kokomi and General Gorou had sent out their plea one night, and by the next morning you had submitted your application. The Resistance needed troops, and you were more than willing to volunteer.

There’s no glory in fighting, in watching a war unfold around you. You can’t recall how many times you’ve gone to bed hungry or cold as supply lines are cut off and delayed, can’t count how many of your comrades you’ve seen injured. The Shogun’s Army shows no mercy, taking peoples’ Visions, their ambitions, and their lives without hesitation.

No, you wouldn’t say seeing the nation you so dearly love turn against itself is “thrilling.”

And yet, here you are… a willing sacrifice, if it means returning peace to Inazuma.

“We’ll give you one more chance to surrender, General.” The Shogunate soldier practically spits the last word, raising his polearm.

It was only hours ago that you had been lounging around the Resistance’s camp at Fort Fujitou, recovering from a previous mission—or, at least, trying to—when General Gorou barrelled in, ordering all available soldiers to prepare for battle; a group of Shogunate soldiers stationed along Nazuchi Beach had been getting bolder lately, venturing a little too close to the Resistance members similarly stationed in the area. The growing tension had come to a head last night, when the Shogunate had ambushed the Resistance group, stealing food, medical supplies, and weapons—and leaving the Resistance soldiers with more than a few cuts and bruises.

As soon as Gorou called, you threw your armor on and went to fetch your weapon.

“We would never surrender to the likes of you.” Without breaking your defensive stance, you spare a glance at the General; his ears are folded flat against his head, tail low and bushed. Gorou’s stance is similar to yours—rigid, prepared to pounce. He has his bow pointed at the ground, but it’s drawn, ready to fire.

Your eyes flick back to the Shogunate soldiers—thankfully, your numbers appear to be equal, a luxury the Resistance doesn’t often have—as they laugh, their leader swinging his spear toward Gorou. “Don’t say we didn’t try to resolve this peacefully.”

He grins, wild and wide-eyed; that’s all the warning you get before the Shogunate soldiers rush you.

You’re familiar with battles, now, the sights, sounds, even the smells. There’s bodies everywhere, always moving, accompanied by blinding flashes of metal in the sunlight. Arrows sing as they cut through the air, and the sharp clang of weapons striking one another is almost deafening. The scent of sweat hangs heavy in the air, and you know it will soon be joined by the smell of blood, when the pale sand beneath your feet begins to stain red.

You kick a soldier to the ground, whirling around to block a blow from another. Bracing your arm against your weapon, you shove, sending the second Shogunate member stumbling backward. Your heart is pounding as you advance, swinging at your opponent again and again, his parries growing sloppier each time. Show no mercy, show no mercy. The Shogunate won’t, so why should you?

There’s a commotion behind you, but you don’t dare turn to look. Your weapon collides with the Shogunate soldier’s shoulder; he drops his polearm with a cry of surprise, panic striking across his visage when you raise your weapon above your head, jaw clenching.

A yell of your name cuts through the roaring of your pulse in your ears. You freeze, arms still raised, as something behind you whistles.

By the time you recognize the shrill sound as a swinging weapon, it’s too late.

Your side explodes in pain.

You don’t get time to react—barely registering the blood now soaking your torn shirt—before the blunt end of the weapon slams into the back of your skull, sending you to the ground. Your weapon drops to the sand with you, one shaking arm keeping you propped up while your other hand presses to the fresh wound on your side in a pathetic attempt to slow the bleeding.

Red and black is all you see, between all the blood—there’s so much blood, drenching your shirt and slipping through your fingers, warm and wet—and the darkness dancing across your vision. There’s a ringing in your ears, now, as you brace yourself for the finishing blow.

You only hope your sacrifice means something, in the end.

But the blow never comes. You hear rapid footsteps in the sand, a growl that morphs into a viscous snarl. The sound of a snapping bowstring, another shout of your name, and then a crash as the soldier towering over you disappears. You think you spot a familiar flash of brown in the struggle somewhere beside you—it’s hard to tell when you’re fighting unconsciousness.

You’re not sure how long you lay there, shaking and listening to the muted sounds of combat until the battlefield falls quiet. You don’t know who won.

You flinch at the feeling of hands on your shoulders—the sudden movement only amplifies the pain, and you have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from crying out—coaxing you to roll onto your back. Gorou’s face, fraught with worry, greets you. Though, he’s little more than a blur of brown and white as your vision fails to cooperate.

He says something, but you can’t hear him for some reason. You jolt again as his hand finds yours, pressing harder over your side. He’s shouting, you’re sure, but it’s so… quiet.

Your eyelids are heavy. You’ve fought hard, you don’t think anyone will complain if you rest a little.

Gorou’s hand is warm atop your own.

⭒

It takes you a moment to realize you’re alive when you finally stir.

Your eyes blink open to an unfamiliar tent; your entire body aches. You breathe slow, counting the seconds in and out as you will the pain to go down. It does, minisculely, and you shakily push yourself to sit upward. Someone had dressed your wounds while you were unconscious, the bitter smell of medicinal herbs strong even beneath your bandages. You’d been changed into a new shirt, too, something soft and a little too big on you.

The tent flap pulls back, your head pounding at the sudden burst of light. Your nose wrinkles as you bring a hand to shield your eyes, only to immediately drop it back to your lap as General Gorou enters the little tent.

His teal eyes widen and his ears perk up when he sees you. “You’re awake,” he says, shock lacing his tone.

You nod. “You… saved me.” It’s less a question and more a statement, your voice rough and trembling. Gorou blinks down at you.

“Of course, it’s my responsibility to protect the Resistance’s members.”

You snort, shooting him a weak smile. “Right.” Of course. He’s the war general, this is his job.

Of course.

Gorou hesitates, glancing around before sinking to the ground, sitting across from you. He’s quiet when he speaks again. “How are you feeling?” He asks, gaze roving over your figure. You shrug.

“Hurt,” you state, simply. His brow furrows, and this time you can clearly see the worry on his face. “But it’s nothing I won’t heal from,” you reassure the General. He lets out a sigh of relief, tail thumping against the ground once.

“Good,” he hums. “That’s good.” You nod again, swallowing as silence descends over you two. Your mouth opens and closes, and Gorou glances over his shoulder. “I, uh—” He clears his throat. “I need to go check on the others.” You feel a little stupid for just staring as he rises to his feet, dipping his head toward you before he turns on his heel.

You find your voice as he reaches for the tent flap. “Ah, Gorou—” His tail raises, wagging a little as you call his name. His head turns, waiting for you to continue.

“Thank you.”

You manage a larger smile this time, one he reflects back at you. “Of course.”

Gorou slips out, gone.

As you listen to his receding footfalls, you realize you feel a little better.

[your-fave-plays-skyrim]

Miraak from Skyrim plays Skyrim!!

Miraak from Skyrim plays Skyrim!!

[honorunsung-blog]

Amortentia!! (with love from valtierii)

Scent Associations || Accepting || @valtierii

Feat. Verbena

“AN EASY QUESTION to answer.” The bosmer grinned, a single fang becoming visible as she did so. “Vicente has a distinct smell of blood about him. There’s that familiar leather smell, and steel and silver. Ah, and an oddly earthy scent-- perhaps because the Sanctuary is underground? I’m not sure what the reason for that one is. An oddly out-of-place apple scent lingers around him as well. Maybe because M’raaj-Dar keeps his poisoned apples in the Sanctuary? Then again, Vicente sleeps in his own quarters. I’ve honestly no idea why that smell lingers but it’s there without fail.” 

MAYBE IT’S DUE to her own association, though. But it makes it a painful reminder that he’s out there on his own when she goes to Fort Farragut for Lucien’s poisoned apples.

[dearprinceeverett]

✧✧✧ Welcome + Author’s Notes!! ✧✧✧

Welcome to Dear Prince Everett, a solo Wanderhome journey. I’m not sure how long this will last, but hopefully it’ll last long enough to be enjoyable. I’ll try to post on a regular schedule?? (Famous last words probably) That depends on when I write.

This won’t be like a traditional Wanderhome solo play blog where I go about all the details of characters cuz there’s really only one main character! And most of his information we’ll find out together! Or if you’re extra special you may know some details behind the scene (hi in the know people if you’re reading this!!). I will make one post with the questions you ask beforehand but then the journey begins.

Here’s some helpful links!! My main! Where I interact from: @snarkelf!! About Wanderhome!! The Questions My Ko-Fi

Want to interact with the main character? Send a letter back? Just send an ask! Address the “Anonymous Suitor” and he might answer you back!

Want to interact with me? Send an ask or a DM!

For those who don’t want to see these asks and just want to follow along with the story block the tags “suitor’s asks” and “mod’s asks”

[snarkelf]

Looking for an Among Us player!!

Name was "fruit" and was yellow, had the kitty hat, and the mini crewmate pet. I was SnarkElf, green, had the wolf ears, the lab coat, and the dog pet.

It was just the two of us on a lobby for most of the time while, and I gave you my Discord but the server connection was closed so I don't know if you actually got it!!

If anyone is or recognizes this person please lmk 🥺

[jigthejiggetyjigger]

Tagged by @lovecestmoi

I tag @snarkelf

My Tennessee Mountain Home - Dolly Parton

Show Pony - Orville Peck

weird! - Yungblud

Emotion - Carly Rae Jepsen

[taproot-bread]

Commission for @snarkelf !! Thank you for commissioning me!

[color-palettes]

Ain’t No Fairytale - Submitted by snarkelf

#b3dbe8, #402f19, #134c13, #0070bd, #a34d30

[the-missann]

Writing question tag game!

Thanks for tagging me @harleywritesshit. I always love talking about my stories and I'm actually in a bit of physical pain and couldn't write this idea I got, so this is a good replacement!

Original post here.

I'll prob tag my entire following/follower list since they're all fellow writblrs and I always love seeing writers talk about writing 😊

I'll tag @xlciaz @jgmartin @tzipor-feather-blog @lyutenw @snarkelf @ghostswithteeth @kazenokaori @vinylandvalium @risingshards @reysfictionalworlds @arijensineink. Low pressure though, no need to feel pressured to participate!

Rules: Answer the 10 questions if you feel like it ^^

Questions at the bottom!

1. What is your absolute all-time favourite ideas you’ve ever had?

Honestly, all my ideas are my favorite because my brain comes up with whatever and I have to sort through the broken pieces to get a good story. If it makes it out, then I love it. Also, I cherish all my ideas and can't really pick a favorite.

2. Is there a question you’ve been asked in the past that really stands out to you, and you still think about sometimes?

Unfortunately not really. People don't talk to me and on the off change I do engage with someone, my anxiety usually makes me clam up so much they stop talking since they think I'm not interested 😅

3. What is your favourite part of being a writer? What parts could you take or leave?

Adding to my previous question, my favorite part has to be how I can actually express myself, my words, feelings, experiences, etc... in written word. I struggle so much talking to people that writing is the only place where I feel I can say what I really want to.

What I would leave out is how little most people care about writing. I wish we lived in a world where instead of Monday Night Football, we got Writing To Tomorrow or smth idk.

4. What is your greatest motivation to write/create?

The idea that I might one day be the author/owner of a book/character that heavily impacts someone's life for the better.

5. What is the best piece of advice you’ve ever read or been given as a writer?

I think that would be the advice where people say "your favorite author started off with terrible ideas too."

That made me realize I don't have to rush in making a "masterpiece" because it might not even be seen as one. I can just make good enough stories and go from there.

6. What do you wish you knew when you were first starting out writing?

That I can actually write whatever I want lol. When I was younger, I thought that you had to follow strict formulas; like, you could only write women as damsels and men as heroes. Little Miss Ann found out that's definitely not the case 😂

7. What is your favourite story you’ve written to completion? Link it if you’d like and can!

8. What is your favourite out-of-the-box quote?

I'm terrible at endings and even more horrible at actually ending my stories, but the few that I have are normalities because of how easily the story came to me and was written, and A Fourth Dimension Reality: The Strange Beginnings because it's my crack baby that I technically "completed" because it was so long I broke it into separate volumes.

"Don't forget to eat breakfast tomatoes."

I don't know what to even tell you, this is my humor🗿

9. Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so, and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

Probably them all. So, typically, I tend to have strong opinions and some of them are considered "hot takes." This bleeds into my stories, but I'd say the character who'd rub some the wrong way is one old one, Dia, and one new, Lazarus.

Dia is a demon who believes angels are no different than his species. Considering he was a former angel, he knows angels can be just as "evil" as demons and doesn't have a concept of "good" and "bad"

Lazarus is just an asshole who likes girls who are introverted and shy because he hates how extroverted and loud the rest of the world is.

I actually based Dia's mindset off my own since I have negative experiences with Christians and a similar negative outlook of them. (I'm totally fine with the religion itself, but not some of the crazies who practice it.)

Lazarus, on the other hand, is someone I don't agree with because I don't feel a personality trait can make someone better than anyone else. Still gotta love Lazzy boi tho~

10. If you, when you first started writing, met you now, what would younger you think?

Probably that she was doing less than she expected 😅 see, I had very high and unrealistic expectations of future me. At this point, she was hoping I'd be a well off author sitting in my log cabin in the woods with my husband Aizen 🙉

Questions

1. What is your absolute all-time favourite ideas you’ve ever had?

2. Is there a question you’ve been asked in the past that really stands out to you, and you still think about sometimes?

3. What is your favourite part of being a writer? What parts could you take or leave?

4. What is your greatest motivation to write/create?

5. What is the best piece of advice you’ve ever read or been given as a writer?

6. What do you wish you knew when you were first starting out writing?

7. What is your favourite story you’ve written to completion? Link it if you’d like and can!

8. What is your favourite out-of-the-box quote?

9. Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so, and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

10. If you, when you first started writing, met you now, what would younger you think?

[lavenderstar-creations]

genshin oc stuff for @snarkelf :]

[dragonofthewind]

Hey I just wanna remind you that you and your Barry tag are So Valid and I love you dearly 💚💚💚

HEY DJ YOUR AMAZING I LOVE YOU TOO 💜💜💜

[caelestis-composition]

⭒ kaeya: friends to lovers ⭒

request for @snarkelf: I come bearing the fluff request you have asked for. Can I get some wholesome friends to lovers moments (hcs or a drabble, whatever your inspiration allows!) with our beloved cavalry captain Kaeya, in which he discovers he has not so platonic feelings for his bestie, reader? Take care of yourself, and I wish you luck with all those feelings and revelations 💚💕

thank you bestie this was much appreciated <3

um i was just going to do headcanons but kaeya brainrot took over so i ended up doing headcanons AND a fic. oops. (that’s the opposite of a problem though, right?)

⭒

pairing: kaeya/reader

characters: kaeya alberich

genre: fluff, a tiny little bit of angst if you squint

word count: 1562

⭒

⋆ it takes him a long while to even consider you a friend—though kaeya’s extroverted enough, rarely are his attempts at friendship genuine. typically, they’re little more than an effort to pull information out of someone.

⋆ which is why he’s surprised when he ends up actually enjoying your company; even more so when he realizes his feelings for you go beyond friendship

⋆ he falls hard and he falls fast, but it takes time for him to actually make any advances on you. he’s worked hard to maintain your friendship, and he doesn’t want to disrupt what you already have with his feelings

⋆ at least, not until he can deduce just how you’d react to a confession from him

⋆ kaeya can never pinpoint exactly when his teasing turned to genuine compliments, or his playful touches turned into something more intentional, or when he began to grow upset whenever you’d leave, but he’s pretty quick to recognize the change

⋆ he’s quick to accept his newfound feelings, too; he’s just hesitant to act on them. despite the fact that the two of you are best friends—a relationship kaeya hadn’t allowed himself before you came along—and he knows practically everything about you, he doesn’t know if you feel the same way he does. so he doesn’t say anything.

⋆ rather, he decides to start testing the waters.

⋆ his usual attempts to fluster you turn into him just legitimately telling you how beautiful, talented, strong, and perfect you are. his physical affections grow bolder, lingering longer and heavier than before

⋆ though he wants nothing more than to pull you close and grab your face, to press kiss after kiss to your cheeks before whispering how much he loves you against your lips, kaeya still holds himself back.

⋆ when his secret is inevitably revealed—by you or him—kaeya is shy for probably the first time in his life

⋆ normally, he’s the one flustering you, not the other way around. and all it took was pulling a confession from him

⋆ you return his feelings, of course. you have for a while, but also didn’t want to say anything out of fear of damaging your friendship.

⋆ kaeya gets a good laugh out of that, and neither of you lets the other live down your misunderstanding. it sort of becomes an inside joke between you two.

⋆ afterward, you can tell he’s more relaxed. he no longer feels he needs to walk on eggshells around you, and you can bet he doesn’t hold back at all

⋆ be prepared for lots of surprise affection—kisses especially—literally anywhere or anytime. he’s not afraid to show how much he adores you, and you’ll have to deal with that in public and in private.

⋆ it’s all worth it to see him happy, though. it’s been a long time since kaeya had such a positive relationship with someone—romantic, platonic, or whatever—and he couldn’t be happier that it’s with you.

⭒

He’s quieter than usual tonight. Normally, Kaeya can’t stop talking, whether it’s to you or to any of the other patrons frequently found at the Angel’s Share. And gods, he only gets worse when he’s had a few drinks. It’s something you’ve learned as the two of you began hanging out more and more, and it’s something you’ve honestly come to enjoy, as annoying as it had been at first.

Tonight, though, you’re a little worried about him, sitting across from you and staring down at the empty glass in his hand.

“Kaeya.” His head shoots up, his single eye widening and blinking a few times as he snaps back to reality. You send him a quizzical look. “Are you alright?”

Shock and guilt pass over his face so quickly you think you may have imagined it, the dim lighting of the tavern doing nothing to help. He’s slipped back into his normal Kaeya personality almost instantly, flashing you one of his signature grins. “Of course I am,” he practically purrs. “How could I not be, when I’m here with you?” He winks—you think—and the tiny action is enough to send a small flush across your face. You hope he can’t see the slight blush on your cheeks in the poor lighting and through his tipsy haze, nonetheless brushing it off with a snort and roll of your eyes.

That’s something else you’ve noticed, lately. His flirty remarks have lost their usual, well, flirty tone. What normally would have been offhand comments meant to do nothing more than embarrass you seem to have turned serious, as if he’s genuinely trying to compliment you.

The two of you return to your silence, albeit a little more awkwardly than before. Just as you finish off your own drink, Kaeya clears his throat. He sets down his glass on the table between you two. Glancing over at him, you see he’s avoiding your eyes, and he’s pressed his fingertips on each gloved hand together, almost as if he’s… nervous?

“There was, actually, something I wanted to talk to you about.” His voice is low, and the fact that he’s so serious has you a little uneasy. His gaze flicks around the room briefly. “Alone.”

You swallow, pushing down your worry and masking it with a gentle smile. “Sure,” you say, beginning to stand and motioning for him to lead the way. Kaeya rises to his feet, tipping his head toward the set of stairs nearby. He wants you to follow him upstairs.

You’re not sure why you’re so afraid. It’s Kaeya, your best friend. He would never do anything that would put you in harm’s way. But his strange behavior, coupled with his sudden seriousness, has a heavy dread forming in the pit of your stomach. It’s a feeling you can’t shake off, so instead you do your best to ignore it as you climb the stairs behind the Cavalry Captain.

He doesn’t stop at the top, and continues walking until he arrives at the door to the outside balcony. You watch as he pauses, seemingly taking a deep breath, before he opens the wooden door and steps outside. You follow.

It’s a nice night, the soft breeze a welcome feeling after having been in the warm tavern you’d just left for so long. Shutting the door behind you, you turn, only to stop abruptly as you nearly run into Kaeya, who apparently hadn’t kept moving after stepping through the doorway.

You don’t want to admit that the close proximity has you more than a little flustered. Which is stupid, you think; Kaeya’s never shied away from putting an arm around you and invading your personal space. Though, you’d never tell him just how much that always made you blush.

You could never tell him just how much you truly care for him.

His call of your name has you shaking your head, clearing your thoughts. You realize he’s been watching you this whole time, but as soon as he has your attention, he’s looking elsewhere again. You’re prepared to ask him what he wanted to discuss, but he breaks out of his uncharacteristic shyness before you can get the words out.

“I know we’ve been friends—good friends— for a while now, but…” he trails off, one of his hands coming up to card through his blue hair. Even in the darkness, you can see the ever-suave Kaeya is blushing. He clears his throat again, his voice growing even quieter, but he finally looks you in the eye.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

You think your heart stops. Your eyes widen, and you stare, dumbfounded, at the man in  front of you.

He continues.

“I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to make you upset, but you make me so happy—happier than I’ve ever been in my life—and I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t say anything, so—”

“Kaeya.” He jaw snaps shut as you interrupt his rambling. Your mouth opens, then closes, and opens again before you manage to shakily speak, your voice merely a whisper. “I love you, too.”

His eye widens.

And then he’s kissing you, his hands cupping your face so he can run his thumbs over your cheeks; they’re basically burning at this point, so his cool touch is a relief. He has you trapped between himself and the door behind you. There’s nowhere to go, but leaving is the last thing on your mind as you kiss back, melting into the feeling of his lips against yours, your hands reaching up to grip at his shirt.

Kaeya pulls away much too soon for your liking, but you’re both breathless, blushing and wide-eyed after your mutual confessions. You’re both silent again, but it’s comfortable this time, everything you needed to say having been said already.

His hands don’t leave your face, and his eye sparkles as—this time—he gives you a true, genuine Kaeya smile. He closes the distance between you two again, but he doesn’t kiss you. Instead, he rests his forehead against yours, and then he starts to laugh.

“I love you,” he says, and you smile with him, your eyes slipping shut. Your hands release his shirt, and you instead bring them to rest over his.

“I love you,” he says, his voice hushed, before he presses a kiss to your lips again.

“I love you,” he says, and he repeats the action.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.”