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nebulaafterdark · 2 years

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Strictly Friends

Summary: Elliot x Fem!Reader (pwp) set in the Because Of You universe. 18+ ONLY

Y/N reaches up to the top shelf of the snack isle. The bag of chips tumbling from her hand when her back hits something hard as she pulls away. Turning to see the obstruction is another shopper, she begins to apologize, “I’m so-” Elliot…her heart seizes in the confines of her chest. “Sorry.”

“Y/N,” he clears his throat. “Hi.”

“Hi.” She tries to steady her breathing.

“How are you?”

“I’m ok.” Y/N stumbles around the words. “Are you ok?”

“I’m good.”

“Good.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s really good.” This is part of the problem. Y/N and Elliot have trouble holding conversation when they’re pushing the ‘strictly friends’ agenda. Just friends while bits of him are still inside her, twined into her DNA.

“Do you want to grab some lunch? It’s been a minute. We could catch up.”

But catching up leads to I miss you, I miss you into a kiss. A kiss into ‘my place or yours?’ And so they end up here. They always end up here.

“I love you.” Elliot whispers against her lips.

Pinned between him and the wall. His hands holding her face with such revelry, like she was the only person in the world. And if she were to set fire to his heart, Elliot would blame the match instead of Y/N.

“I love you.” Y/N buries her fingers in his curls.

‘I love you, but we don’t have to do this to each other.’

Those were the last words between them, two weeks ago, in Elliot’s driveway.

‘I love you, but we don’t have to do this to each other.’

Yes we do.

They land on the couch, they end up there a lot somehow. Tearing at each other’s clothes.

Elliot hovering over her, his cock stretching her wide around him. “Fuck, baby.”

“Yeah,” Y/N breathes. Twining her arms around him.

It’s slow and it’s sweet, the pounding of his heart steady against her chest. Nipples hard, brushing against his sweat damp skin.

“Turn around,” Elliot nudges Y/N’s nose with his own.

Y/N moves over onto her belly, bracing herself against the armrest.

Elliot wastes no time slipping back in. The angle giving him perfect access to her g-spot, pressing down lightly on the middle of her back until her ass arches farther toward him.

“Shit,” Y/N sobs.

“That’s it, angel.” The curse spurring him to drive his hips harder, faster into her.

“Oh my god.” She never lasts long like this, Elliot’s fingers splayed over the globes of her ass.

“Are you gonna cum?”

“Yes.” She nods.

“Then cum.” Elliot presses a kiss to her shoulder blade.

So she does, hot and hard all over his dick. Which seems to harden farther at the clenching of her inner walls.

He fucks her through it as she sobs her release against the fabric, knuckles white with her grip on the armrest. Elliot doesn’t slow down or falter. Y/N can take dick like no other.

She reaches back for his hand, fumbling desperately for something to ground her.

“I need you in my life. I want you here. I can’t live without you. Stop asking me to.”

Y/N nods in no other position to answer. This time when she finds her release Elliot follows. Fingers wrapped securely around hers. I’ve got you, you’re safe.

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eleganzadellarosa · 7 months

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BOUNCE BACK

pairing: dominic fike x oc

genre: fluff, angst

word count: 2.2K

AN: I wrote this on a whim for my best friend a few months ago to kick start my want to write. Dom is her bae fr so I obviously had to include him lol. Enjoy and thanks for reading <3

The beach was practically empty, a person scattered about here and there but nothing compared to how packed it usually is. That’s all thanks to how late it was becoming, the setting sun being a telltale sign. You didn’t mind the scarcity though, you wanted to be alone with your thoughts. Maybe the beach wasn’t the best or secluded place to be but you needed some fresh air and wanted to be somewhere where you normally felt happy. The sloshing sound of the waves temporarily took your mind off of today’s earlier events.

You found texts in your boyfriend of 5 years’ phone talking to some girl who carried no importance to you which was a good thing in its own way. The texts ranged from normal conversation to “I can’t wait to be inside you tonight”. You’d been together since the start of high school and you truly believed the relationship would last a lifetime. The feelings were apparently not mutual and after scrolling through the thousands of texts, this charade had been going on for years now. The girl in question was his ex who he dated right before getting with you and their relationship was comparable to a light switch, very off and on. Coming to the realization that he used you as a way to get his mind off of her until they were ready to kiss and makeup.

Nothing could have prepared you for today, but you were never one to turn down your gut feelings and they were right 99% of the time. You felt so stupid for trusting him and loving him the way you did but you constantly reminded yourself that none of this way your fault. The orange hue of the setting sun beamed on you, warming your skin and making the tears on your cheeks glisten. You were a mess. This was the third or fourth time you’ve cried within the past hour and your body seemed to have no intentions of stopping anytime soon. When you felt the vibration from the phone in your hand, you so badly wanted to chuck it into the water without checking it first, hoping the waves would take care of the rest.

Wiping your tears on the back of your hands, your sobbing finally came to a halt and you prayed for a bigger gap in between your next crying session. You lean back on your hands and scrunch the sand under your palms, closing your eyes to soak up the sun before it fully set within the next 30 minutes. The water seemed to move rapidly as the waves began to reach the shore and splash against your toes more frequently.

“Hey um, you might want to move a little farther back, the water is getting kinda high.” An extra shadow cast next to you along with the unfamiliar voice that came from behind you. Unfortunately for you, your puffy face and red eyes showed signs that you had been crying your heart out for the past hour no matter how many times your hands tried to rid your face of the evidence. Perhaps you had been staring at the sun for too long but it took a few seconds for your eyes to adjust and focus on the person now standing beside you.

“I- oh shit sorry, are you okay?” the handsome man asks, crouching down to be at eye level. Speaking of eyes, anyone with a pair could tell that this man was absolutely gorgeous. He had the perfect “boy next door” look to him. The look that made you want to be around him all the time, the look that would have every girl in school chasing after him but not because he was a fuckboy.

Everything about him was downright perfect, well at least to your standards. His hair, his face, his body, literally everything and thinking back to the two seconds you heard him speak, that was perfect too. Maybe all the crying made you let your guard down, but his presence felt so welcoming and you fought the weird urge to go up and hug him. You didn’t realize you hadn’t answered his question until he speaks again. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to but I’d prefer if you did, maybe I can make you feel better.” He then sits down next to you and rests his arms on his knees, which created a space for his head to lay as he looked at you. “Umm…earlier today I found out my boyfriend of 5 years has been cheating on me with his ex. I don’t know if I can even call him my boyfriend because apparently I was just a rebound whenever he needed it and I never caught on.” The end of your sentence gets slightly caught in your throat and you can feel your eyes burning, forcing tears to swell yet again.

“Man…I’m so sorry, that’s so fucked up. Would you feel better if you talked about it? I have time on my hands so I really don’t mind. Shit, you could tell me over and over if that would help.” It wouldn’t hurt to rant right now and him being one of the finest people you’ve ever met was just an added bonus.

The conversations quickly turned from your dumbass ex to getting to know each other. Everything seemed to flow naturally with him, he was such a joy to talk to and you wanted nothing more than for this night to never end. Sadly the sun had already set and it was quite dark out, the moon being the only source of light for you both. The two of you sat in silence for a while longer before you finally decided to check your phone. 9:15 it read. The singular notification being from “person who shall not be named” and you could only imagine what it said, but you wouldn't bother checking now, not if you wanted your mood to be soiled. He was the last thing on your mind and with the way this new guy had two hours feeling like 30 minutes, it was more than you could ask for.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry I kept you here for this long. Thank you for listening to me though, I really needed it, I feel so much better.” He smiled when you finished speaking and shook his head as if to say “don’t worry about it”. “You know, if you’re comfortable with it, I can give you my number and you can text me whenever you need someone to listen. I know the feeling, so I really don’t mind and you’re a really great person to talk to”. Just hearing the offer makes your heart beat with excitement. Smiling maybe a little too hard, you hand him your phone so he can save himself as a contact.

“Wait, I never asked you your name. Dang, I’m sorry I was so focused on myself…” thinking about the selfish act had you almost in tears for the umpteenth time tonight until he rubs a comforting hand over your arm. “You really don’t have to worry about that love, I was here to listen. My name is Dominic but really just call me Dom.” The nickname gave you butterflies, more than his existence already did, if that was even possible. Whenever he smiled your eyes landed on the apple tattoo under his right eye. The longer you looked at him, the more things you noticed but nothing came across as a turn off. He stands up after handing back your phone and dusts the sand off his shorts. He reaches out for you to grab his hand to stand from where you sat.

“And who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?” Once standing, you mimicked his action of dusting off the sand from your clothing before you answer. “Jenna but really just call me Jenna”. Your response made him chuckle since you copied exactly what he had said to you moments earlier. You notice he still hadn’t let go of your hand and when you look up from where they intertwine, he speaks before you can. “Well Ms. Jenna, allow me to escort you back to your vehicle”. The night was ending all too quickly and your heart already aches with longing. “I kinda don’t wanna go back home yet Mr. Dom.” A small smirk paints his face, so small that you would have missed it if you didn’t look at him in time. “Um well, you can come chill with me if you want. I don’t really have anything to do at my house, but I do have food.” “Food is just fine and I don’t care if you don’t have anything to do, chilling is more than enough. Thank you for the invite.”

More hours are spent with you two learning more about one another and eating whatever random food or snacks he had in his house. You decided after chatting for a while that his laugh was in the top 10 things you liked most about him, it sounded so cheerful and he looked so cute whenever he did it. This was the most fun you’ve had in a long time, even more than you can ever recall having with your ex. “Hey do you want to hear something?” He says almost popping up from his seat on the couch. “What do you mean?” You ask clearly confused by his question. “I uh…like making music and I have something I’ve been working on. Do you wanna hear it?” You can tell he gets a bit shy with the way his ears turn a light shade of pink and he scratches the back of his head. Gosh could this man be anymore interesting? He lead you to a room near the back of his house and the door opened to a large space filled with instruments of all kinds. It looked like every studio you’ve seen in movies or TV.

“You can sit wherever you’d like, lemme just grab my guitar”. You find a place on the small couch nestled in the corner, sitting sideways to get a better look at what he was doing. He sits across from you on the couch holding the large brown guitar. He suddenly looked so serious, the guitar pick loosely hanging from between his lips, brows furrowing as he makes sure the guitar is tuned perfectly. Such a simple action, but you couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked while doing it. “This song is called 3 nights, lemme know what you think okay?” His voice mixed with the melody of the song possessed your body, making it move along to the beat. By the time he finished, the lyrics to the chorus were already stuck in your head on loop.

“No freaking way, that was amazing! You have to let other people hear this!” Your comment made him smile from ear to ear and a blush accented his cheeks. “Yeah? It’s still just a rough draft, but if you like it that much then I’m doing something right.” He sets his guitar down next to the couch and leans his head back against the arm. "You know, this is the first time in a long time where I didn't feel like I needed to smoke to get me through the day and I really appreciate that." He lifts his head and finds you staring at him with a sympathetic look on your face. "Obviously I wouldn't since we just met, but I didn't know you felt that way sometimes. I'm glad I could help you as much as you helped me today." He fully sits up on the couch and leaned over to you, his lips lightly brushing your forehead. The action made your body stiffen and he pulled away when he felt it. "Shit..sorry, I just felt like doing that. Sorry, I know that was so weird." You reached over to cup his cheek in your left hand and moved over to kiss him on the soft skin.

"It wasn't weird and I've been wanting to hug you all day. I could really use one of those right now." He wasted no time in pulling you into a tight but gentle hug and tears began to fall from your eyes. He lightly caresses your back and shushes you, trying to bring you some sort of ease to your pained heart. He plants another soft kiss on your forehead and you look up at him through teary eyes. "If I asked to stay longer, would you let me?" "Hell yeah, I'd let you stay the night if you were okay with that. You can sleep in my room and I can sleep on the couch in the living room." You nod your head and he rubs his thumb on your shoulder.

The night was over but the feeling of sadness never came to you as you expected. In contrast to yesterday, this day would start off a lot better and thankfully you had someone around that actually had the ability to take your mind off everything. Little did you know, this would count as the day you met the person who would later become someone you weren't ashamed to call your boyfriend.

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simpingland · 1 year

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'Alone' together// Lucerys Velaryon x fem!reader.

Y/N Celtigar and Luke have been betrothed for years, but the reader is having a hard time finding true friendship on Dragonstone. Some tutoring makes Luke change his mind about his wife to be.

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No one could stand Jace when he was ahead in any of the classes you all shared with the Master. That's why you took every lesson so seriously, just so you could take him down a peg or two. And it could be fun most of the time, but in the long run, you and Jace never quite clicked, causing Rhaena and Luke to stay somewhat aloof from you, preferring the favour of the prince to the favour of a pupil like you.

When everyone heard the news about Lady Celtigar's death, you were only eight. Rhaenyra saw in you a child who longed for her mother as she had longed for her own, and made a pact with your father to take you into her care. He agreed, proposing a marriage in return. It was a good idea, Valyrian blood with Valyrian blood, extending and strengthening houses that moved across the Seven Kingdoms. Unfortunately, though you were the same age as Jace, Baela was also a close child and the idea of her being queen in the future protected Rhaenyra and Jace's reign...so you were promised to Luke.

It could have been worse, they could have promised you Joffrey...or worse...Jace! At least Lucerys, as you found out a few days later, turned out to be a good boy, if a little too childish for your taste. Growing up in Dragonstone had been quicker than anyone expected, but no less hard. The siblings were very close to each other, and they were also very close to their dragons. Rhaena was sweet and pleasant, but there was something about her company that made you feel as if she was there out of obligation. You never had the feeling that you belonged there.

Arguments between the four of you were very common, never worrisome as they were usually the typical ones caused by going on adventures together, by stealing things from each other... although if someone came out crying, it was usually you. You were a studious young woman, always alert and if Rhaenyra found out about all the shenanigans of the group, it was because you told her. They never listened when you justified yourself by saying that lying was not an option for you. At dinners together you were usually the one who was left out of the conversation, even if they were talking about you. If you were lucky and Luke got mad at Jace too, you had the young man sitting next to you as he prattled on about Arrax and how much he hated Jace that day. He never failed to make you laugh. Sadly, that didn't always happen, and it was more common for him to give you the same dirty looks as the rest when you didn't play along.

Rhaenyra already knew about this problem, and she tried to educate you on how being friends with your husband was always the best way to be married. The problem was that you didn't really know how to make friends...because no one understood how you loved them, everything you said or did ended up being used against you. And no matter how much you made up your mind that you shouldn't do anything, you couldn't help but stay at the table with Luke after he failed his geography lesson with the Maester. Jace had already left for his dragon with a victorious smile, and Rhaena accompanied him, the Maester would show her how to feed her little Morning.

Luke was more embarrassed than sad, you could see it in the way he looked down at you as you paced the table with the map.

"Don't you have one of your sewing classes or one of those lame things you like to do?" he asked.

"I don't like boring things...I just like to be quiet. It's different. And no, I can stay and help you."

"No need, thanks..." he tried to concentrate on the map.

"You should learn some trick to memorize the map...a song, a rhyme..."

"That's just stupid." He interrupted you and you instantly stopped wanting to help him. Something must have crossed your eyes because Luke felt bad right away. "Sorry...it's just...Jace will laugh at me if he sees me burst into song if someone asks me to point out the Isles of Tarth."

This made you laugh, and Luke smiled at your reaction. It wasn't very casual to see you laugh genuinely, it was always usually out of politeness or only brought on by the Maester, Rhaenyra, or some guard. Although, if he thought about it, Luke had seen you laugh at times when he had focused more on you than on the dinners.

"It's just a trick, you end up memorising it eventually. Besides, by the time you're Lord of Driftmark you'll have travelled more. It will be easier."

"How do you memorise it?"

"Oh..." you didn't expect that question. Perhaps because the answer was so personal. "I think about my family. Where my grandmothers were born...where my uncle died...where my grandfather won a battle...where my mother was a ward when she was my age..."

It seemed like a sad thing, but it wasn't really sad for you. The maps served you like a history book. You'd always had a head for remembering stories, and it was all because you felt too trapped there, too lonely. You enjoyed visits to the castle, something the others hated, for even the dullest Lord had an anecdote about someone in your family. However, if the Targaryen children wanted to know something about their family, all they had to do was open any history book.

"It's very nice, really, though I think I'd go mad if I used your method." Luke tried to lighten up a bit the turn the conversation seemed about to take.

"Right, I think the simplest thing to do is for us to decorate our own map." You suggested.

"I don't have enough inks to make a nice map."

"I do!"

Luke had to follow you at a quickened pace, even though he was even slightly taller than you, your enthusiasm to show him your full artistic arsenal outweighed physics. You let him into your rooms, where he hadn't been for many years, and he was surprised to see that it was more cluttered than he expected. There were piles of books in every nook and cranny, many open and with notes on their sides. You also had a small desk in front of your balcony. When he looked out, he noticed that you overlooked the beach. It made him tender to know that he could watch you study while he trained with Jace.

The afternoon flew by as Luke decorated a map with colours assigned to houses, animals and creatures. He made trees and mountains, and you taught him to draw castles for important towns. On a thinner piece of paper, you wrote the names of all those places and Luke tried to name the points you pointed out and then you checked it by putting the paper over it. And it didn't take him long to match what he said with what it really was. He was so happy that he even gave you a hug.

From that day on, geography lessons were much more fun for Luke, as he spent more time drawing than memorising, and he showed you all the things he was doing. Jace's concentration would be thrown off by your whispering and giggling. Sometimes you would show him the annotations and drawings you had on your map, and you would have fun imagining an tracing a dragon ride.

He started helping you in Valyrian, Luke's favourite subject. And at dinners he always sat next to you, apart from Rhaena and Jace. Luke always did the talking, for he always had more to tell than you, who spent the whole day engaged in something completely alternative to what the others were doing. Day by day, he would let you feel open enough to give him your opinion on the books you were reading or telling him some childhood stories.

One of the days when Jace and Luke were training, Luke remembered that afternoon, and your little desk overlooking the beach. He stopped to look for you with his eyes, and it took him a while to find your figure, but he did. He couldn't see you clearly, but he could make out that you were leaning on your balcony, concentrating on something, with a pen in your hand.

"It would be good if you were concentrating on something, Lucerys," the older scolded him.

"Sorry, you're right...I'm really getting better though." Luke smiled mischievously at her.

"Only in geography, I'm not going to applaud your need to draw trees in the woods." Jace landed a lazy first punch, pulling Luke's gaze away from yours.

"Hey! Easy!" Luke tried to hit him back, but clearly Jace was better than him.

"Oops, sorry...I didn't remember how much of a pussy you've become since you and Y/N are the best of friends."

It was silly, but the fight that was supposed to be a rehearsal turned into something all too real, and Jace and Luke were soon fighting without swords, using shoves and fists. From a blow that Jace threw disproportionately, Luke felt part of his lower lip split. At the sight of blood, both stopped instantly.

Of course they were brought before Rhaenyra by the guard who at the time was unable to stop them. And you, who could hear all the commotion, went down to check what was going on. Both were dishevelled but only Luke was bleeding.

"I want an explanation, right now!" Rhaenyra looked furious.

"Luke is being unbearable, mother." Jace gave her a terrible look.

"It's you who can't stand to be outdone. You're always the most important." Luke accepted the water-soaked handkerchief you gave him. He let out a small whimper as he felt the sting.

"Maybe it's because I'm the heir to the throne, my education is vital. And you only know how to giggle and be a shitty student."

You couldn't take it anymore, he always used that excuse, that he had to be the best to be a good king. Luke had already confessed to you over dinner that the love and admiration he had for Jace causes him a lot of anxiety, because he felt unfit to rule something as important as Driftmark.

"That doesn't give you any right to hit him..." everyone turned to look at you, and Jace was relieved to find himself back in the same situation where you were making a fool of yourself.

"You weren't there to see it, it would be nice if you stayed out of this for once."

"I didn't do anything wrong, don't talk to me like that." You were getting that high-pitched, agitated voice again that you get when you're feeling overly nervous. Luke could see it, his hand rested on your arm gently.

"It's your fault Luke's an twat now. All you know how to do is be a pain in the ass to everyone, and now you're filling my brother's head with your bullshit."

"What's wrong with you is that you're unbearable and jealous because Baela isn't here to tell you how well you're doing everything."

"And what's wrong with you is that you're such a pain in the ass that your father put you on the first boat that offered to take you off his sight."

"Jace!" Rhaenyra snapped at him. "I command you to stop talking like that. I remember teaching you some manners, didn't I?. Apologize. Right now."

Jace gave a sigh. And with a forced smile, he focused on them both.

"Luke, I'm really sorry I hurt you, maybe I went too far, considering you're also going to spend the rest of your life next to this absolute bore and insufferable woman. It's a big sacrifice on your part."

Jace gave Luke a friendly slap on his shoulder and turned away, forgiving himself. You, on the other hand, had already started to feel the tears forming at the thought of disappearing from your father's sight. It was too delicate of a subject, and you longed for him, Jace had struck another blow too hard.

"Apologize to Y/N, Jace." Luke's voice sounded serious, demanding. Jace turned away.

"By what right are you commanding me around now?"

"I'm your brother, and Y/N will be my wife, your sister-in-law, and we'll all be a family. Show her the respect she deserves, and ask for her forgiveness."

Jace was quiet for a second. Luke's hand moved to reach for your hand and squeezed it, it was cold, but at his touch, it began to warm.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." It was dry, and it was surely not for you, but for Luke. It was still humiliating, and of course, it was you who left that room crying.

You tried to hide your tears from Luke, who was asking you not to leave, but you couldn't even come up with an excuse, you just disappeared from there.

When you didn't show up for dinner, Luke couldn't eat a single bite. Rhaenyra watched as your empty seat provoked something in him that hadn't happened before, he became quiet. Jaxe was also quiet, stressed and recovering from the scold he received from his mother after all that scene. With a nod of his head, Luke had permission to get up and look for you. Your door was open, but inside your room you were hard to find. On the floor, your back against your bed, a candle illuminated one of your maps. You tried to wipe your face a little as Luke sat down next to you.

"You're missing your favourite dessert..." he tried to get a smile out of you, he couldn't. "I'm sure Jace regrets what he said, he didn't say a single word at dinner."

"He regrets a lot of things I'm sure, but never that he spoke ill of me." You told him without so much as a glance at him.

"That's not true. There may be friction, but we're all family."

"Yeah, but I'm not in it. All I try to do is to be fair, to do the right thing. Your mother is a future queen to me, I must always tell her the truth. And none of the three of you seem to understand the great danger you are in every day..."

"I do understand that you do it for us, but soon she will be like a mother to you too." Luke held your hand.

"I miss my family so much...All I really have from them is just memories I didn't even get to live, few years with my mother... I try to love in the present but then I'm faced with this ignorace against my person.Lucerys, every day I feel this sorrow, this silence...I feel so, so lonely."

Then he understood your great passion for maps. And he suddenly felt like a tremendous idiot. I could have been there for you much earlier. But he was convinced that it was a good time to start.

"I've had dreams too...well, they were really nightmares...about being heir to Driftmark and spending my whole life alone. Jace would be here, Mother at King's Landing, Rhaena married, and everyone else would be dead...and you would be left, as always, locked in your rooms, not wanting to talk to anyone."

At last you looked at him, he too had a sad expression. His lip was split at the bottom. His eyes connected with yours.

"I'm sorry you had that impression of me...you...I actually, genuinely like you. A lot."

You watched as Luke smiled mischievously, like his mother did.

"It'll be the only thing I beat Jace at..." he finally got a laugh out of you. "Maybe, we could feel 'alone' together."

"Sounds like a good idea..."

"And we can go to sleep together, but alone." He continued to joke.

"And have lonely blonde and brunette children..." you continued.

"And sail the ocean alone..."

And in unison you both said "but together!"

At the coincidence, you burst out laughing. And more you laughed when Luke got a stitch of pain in his lip from smiling. His little scream was too funny.

"Hey...don't be mean!" he scolded you with a totally fake frown.

"Oh, my prince, I'm sorry! That wound looks bad..."

"Well, the Maester says nothing that can't be fixed with a kiss on the wound in question."

"Haha! Now I really feel sorry for you if you need a kiss from the Maester..."

"I'm afraid you're out of luck, the sages say only kisses from beautiful, blonde women, lousy with Valyrian but great readers with a strangely amusing laugh."

In that light, Luke had made you happier than you had ever imagined. He might still be a little more childish than you'd like, but it was this that made you laugh during dinners and lessons. This dedication to your could be the beginning of a fun and pleasant future, much closer than your inner child had imagined when you read those love stories in your books.

It was you who reached first, and Luke was the first to close his eyes. A tender kiss on the lips, first on his bottom lip, soft and slow, trying not to hurt him. But above was his upper lip, intact, and there you gave him another kiss, more intense, but just as sweet. And Luke pressed his lips together as hard as he could, letting himself be carried away by your soft lips brushing his. When you broke apart, he saw you blush a little, but you immediately laughed at him, who was much more flushed than you were.

"Actually...if I'm going to be your wife, you didn't have to memorise all those places. I would know them for you." You told him as you walked on your way to the kitchen, ready to dine alone with the leftovers from dinner.

"Right..." Luke led the way, holding your hand. "Although then you would never have realised how much you really like me."

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molinaesque · 2 years

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Yes; he had done it. She was in the carriage, and felt that he had placed her there, that his will and his hands had done it, that she owed it to his perception of her fatigue, and his resolution to give her rest. She was very much affected by the view of his disposition towards her, which all these things made apparent. This little circumstance seemed the completion of all that had gone before. She understood him. He could not forgive her, but he could not be unfeeling. Though condemning her for the past, and considering it with high and unjust resentment, though perfectly careless of her, and though becoming attached to another, still he could not see her suffer, without the desire of giving her relief. It was a remainder of former sentiment; it was an impulse of pure, though unacknowledged friendship; it was a proof of his own warm and amiable heart, which she could not contemplate without emotions so compounded of pleasure and pain, that she knew not which prevailed.

- Chapter 10, Persuasion (Jane Austen)

- Persuasion (1995, Roger Michell)

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barkspawn · 4 months

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I love you're writing!!! Especially Elliott, you totally nail him! I would love the Valentine prompt 9: "I didn't mean to kiss you" one please! Have a great day!

Uh hey, let's pretend it didn't take me a year to get this done for you. Let's pretend it's for VD 2024. Playing pretend is fun. :')

i'm 7000% paranoid that I suck now so please tell me if I do so I know lmao thank you.

Parties were few and far between in Pelican Town. The only party in town that Amelia can compare to one of the parties she’d gone to in Zuzu would be when Abigail and Sam decided to play a drinking game to shake things up. So naturally, when Alex and Haley decided to throw (their version of) a rager, everyone was excited. Well, everyone who didn’t go to sleep before 10 p.m.

Amelia walked down the path toward town past the bus stop and took a deep breath. All she could hear was the soft crunch of the snow beneath her feet. She was just glad it wasn’t ice. She barely made it onto the cobblestone before she could hear the people at Haley and Emily’s place.

“Farmer!” Alex called from the side of the house, obviously already at the very least tipsy.

Oh boy. It's THAT kind of party.

“Hey Alex, everyone inside already?”

“Yeah,” he started, going to lean on the fence but startling himself when he was further than he thought. Naturally, he pretended it didn't happen. He continued, “They're in there tryin’ to figure out what game to play. Should go in and give your vote before you play something lame.”

“Thanks, Alex. I'll see you back inside,” she laughed, turning the corner and walking inside.

Holy stereotype.

There were solo cups everywhere. The lights were oddly dim and the music was just loud enough so you had to raise your voice for anyone to hear you.

“MEEEEEEEELS!” She heard Sam call from the other side of the room. Before she even turned in that direction, she felt herself lifted from the ground and hugged tightly.

“Down boy!” Abigail called from the direction Sam had run from. Amelia laughed as Sam put her down, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

“Hey, Sam.”

“Hey! Sorry. I'm just excited that you came! I thought you'd bail for sure,” he commented as they walked back over toward the small foldable table that they all seemed to be standing around.

“Ouch. I guess I deserve that. I have been bailing a lot” Amelia sighed, running her hand through her hair, “but I'm not here to mope about work. Where's the booze?”

“That's my girl!” Abigail chimed in, walking around to hug her. Amelia turned and gave Sebastian the obligatory half-hug that had sort of evolved into their usual greeting. She turned her head and spoke low enough for only him to hear.

“I just know you hate that this is a thing. You need an out, signal me and I'll make up a distraction so you can flee. Seriously, I'll do a keg stand or even break a vase.”

Sensation laughed aloud, shaking his head, “noted, Ames. Noted.”

Amelia chuckled and looked around the room. She saw Shane (who she noted was working on a Joja Cola) standing over by the kitchen with Emily. Clint stood awkwardly nearby with a beer, obviously trying to work up the courage to join the conversation. Penny wasn't there, but Amelia wasn't surprised by that. It wasn't really her scene and Sam would probably leave early to go and see her. Maru seemed to be poking fun at Harvey, who just kept talking, oblivious to Maru’s teasing. Finally, she spotted Leah in the corner, telling a very animated story to Elliott, who chuckled along. Leah must be a little far gone too.

“Uh, are you going to take this or am I going to have to drink it for you?” Abigail asked, snapping her out of her daze. She offered a sheepish smile and took the cup.

“No, no. Sorry. Spaced out for a moment.”

“Staring at the Great Value Fabio again?” Abigail asked, her eyebrows arched as she sipped her drink. Sebastian laughed at the remark and then again when he saw how red Amelia’s face had grown.

After a moment, Amelia huffed, “I was looking all over the house, thank you,” she paused, “and be nice! I feel like you guys would like him once everyone opens up.”

“I don't know. He just gives off a 'pretentious’ vibe. Plus, new people are exhausting,” Sebastian added.

Before she could respond, Haley was calling out to everyone.

“Okay! We've narrowed it down to…” she took a moment to look at the notes on her phone, “suck and blow,” Amelia heard Sebastian chuckle as he leaned over to whisper to Abigail, who stifled a laugh as Haley continued, “truth or dare, never have I ever, or… some game where you stab cherries.”

There was a pause until Shane spoke up, “I'm sorry… did you say stab cherries?”

A few people laughed and Haley rolled her eyes, “partner one gets cherry from the bowl with no hands and goes to partner two, who has a toothpick in their mouth. Stab cherry, switch spaces, first to four wins. Drop anything, kiss.”

“Right… yeah, I totally knew that.”

After a few seconds of murmuring, Leah spoke up, “Why don't we just play spin the bottle if you're trying to make it about kissing? A peck is innocent enough and if you're not comfortable, go for the cheek. Easy.”

There were a few who agreed. Frankly, Amelia figured that Spin the Bottle would be best anyway—no pressure, no cheating, no clothes coming off.

The chance to kiss him.

Amelia took a sip of her drink, nearly choking immediately, gaining the attention of half of the room. Some looked worried while others looked amused. Amelia waved them off, “Sorry, sorry. Spin the Bottle has my vote.”

Amelia turned to Abigail, quietly scolding, “For Yoba’s sake, Abby, how much vodka did you put in here?”

Abigail, obviously hiding a smirk, tried to look confused and innocent, “Wait, you wanted to mix it with something? That's just the peach vodka.”

Amelia just sighed and nodded after a second, “alright. I mean, you've got me there.”

They laughed as the night went on, everyone taking time to settle in and drink for a bit so everyone builds up at least a buzz. Finishing her red solo cup of vodka, Amelia stepped into the kitchen. It was loud and warm out in the main area. She fixed herself a glass of water before walking out and leaning against the wall.

After a moment, Elliott walked over wearing her absolute favorite smile. She couldn't help but feel more comfortable. As she thought, it occurred to her that he had said something.

“I'm sorry?” She called over the music, leaning her ear toward him. Understanding, he leaned closer to speak more in her ear.

“Hello! Sorry, it is rather loud. I have to say, I'm excited to see you here. It seems a lot of us were happily surprised.”

She felt him give her arm a gentle squeeze. She undoubtedly was blushing but she'd been drinking too, so that didn't help at all.

“So I've heard. It turns out you're actually supposed to take a break from the hard labor you do daily,” she responded, her cheek beside his as she spoke. He pulled back briefly to mimic shock before leaning back in to speak. After a second, she added, “Wait, are you even drinking? I haven't seen you with a cup this whole party.”

Elliott seemed amused, leaning in with a coy smile, “You've been keeping tabs on me tonight?”

Amelia felt her cheeks grow warmer. Again, she thanked the alcohol for being her excuse.

“No! I just meant whenever I see you. Like… when I look around?” She paused, “Shut up.”

Elliott laughed and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, “You never fail to surprise me, Amelia. And yes, I have been drinking. Quite a bit if I'm being honest.”

Before she could respond, Leah came and snatched Elliott by the arm, “Hiya Amelia! Gotta steal El for a minute! Sorry!”

As she dragged him away, nearly making him stumble, he pointed with his other hand and shouted, “We'll finish our conversation shortly! Don't leave!”

Well, there goes that idea.

She was getting tired, but she could make it. She finished off drink three: a much less strong vodka soda. She tossed the cup in the back trash bag and headed toward the front door, deciding now was a good time for some air.

It had gotten colder out, but it was a welcome change from the muggy feeling inside. She leaned against the tree just across the path and rested her head back, taking a deep breath. She was definitely a little more than tipsy, but in no way was she drunk.

“You good, Oats?”

She startled a bit, looking over to see Shane, his hands in his pockets and his hood over his head.

“Yeah! Yeah, I'm good. Just needed some air. Are you headed home?”

“Yeah…” Shane started, his hand moving to scratch his chin, “I'm not really one for kissing people just for the sake of kissing. Plus, half of them are practically babies.”

Amelia laughed, turning so her shoulder rested against the tree, “hey now, maybe it's just that you're a grouchy old man who cares for nothing but his daughter and chickens,” she teased, earning a genuine laugh from him. It wasn't easy to do.

“Fuck off,” he laughed, giving her a look, “that old grumpy bastard is gone,” he half-joked, “I'm pretty sure today makes it a whole season without the stuff.”

“Shane, that's incredible. I'm so proud of you,” Amelia smiled, tilting her head to the side. Usually, she'd hug him, but she knew she reeked of vodka.

Shane seemed to consider for a moment before laughing again, “I can't say why, but for some reason, that means a lot. Thanks, Oats. You should go back in. Kiss literally everyone. That's what that game is right?”

Amelia rolled her eyes, "well, who knows? Kids these days and their crazy new rules."

Shane chuckled and turned, walking backward and pointed at her, calling back, “Oh, and watch out for Clint. I heard he gets a little attached!”

“Be nice!” She laughed and shook her head, “See ya. I'll fill you in on all of the.. juicy gossip when I see you again.”

He gave her a thumbs up and turned, walking back toward the dark path that led to the ranch. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Elliott walk away from the noise. She couldn't make out what he was saying, but he went from concerned to surprised and then to overjoyed in a few seconds. She couldn't help but smile, watching as he ran a hand back through his hair, an excited laugh escaping into the night.

She was ready to call out and get his attention, but she had caught his eye and he was jogging over, not stopping until he captured her in a tight hug.

“Amelia! You'll never believe the news. My book is being published! And I couldn't have done it without you!”

He was rambling excitedly (and a little drunk if they're being honest) before he pulled back and put a hand on either side of her head, keeping her gaze.

“Really! I'm going to dedicate the book to you! I can't thank you enough,” he went on. She had never seen him so excited. Before she could give any response, he kissed her.

It wasn't aggressive, although it wasn't tender or gentle either. It was just a simple kiss. Yet, Amelia felt sparks move through her nerves seemingly all at once. In a split second, it was over. They stood staring at one another, his hands still resting on her face. She held a look of surprise while he looked shell-shocked and mortified. He realized that his hands remained and pulled them back. She could see him scrambling, digging through his thoughts.

“I… well, I'm sorry, I didn't mean… to kiss you. I got overly excited and that was-”

“You didn't mean it?” She interjected, not even quite sure where she was going with this. The interjection threw Elliott off. He hesitated for a moment.

“Oh, no. No no no, that was just my excitement. That's all.”

“Oh, well, that's kind of a shame…” she started, every alarm bell in her head screaming for her to shut her mouth. However, the influence of the vodka was a bit stronger, “I thought it was a good kiss.”

Elliott just watched her for a moment, opening and closing his mouth twice before finally speaking, “You… enjoyed it?”

Quit now! Before you make it weirder!

“I did, yeah. I've kind of wondered what that'd be like. Now I know.”

There was another pause before Elliott spoke, his words chosen very carefully, “Well, that's a horrible kiss to show what it'd be like.”

She had hardly noticed that they were still standing relatively close. He moved one of his hands to touch her face once more, his thumb brushing over her cheek.

“I could give you a better... example. I really would rather show you a kiss more worthy,” he spoke softly, not even trying to hide how he looked down at her lips once more, “if that would be acceptable?”

She couldn't even figure out how to breathe for a second before his lips met hers again. This time, it was soft, and gentle, and made her feel almost like she was flying. It also lasted longer; and though it held passion, it wasn't needy or even animalistic like making out usually felt (at least when drunk). If anything it was more sensual. Still, they parted far too soon for Amelia’s liking.

After a moment, Elliott spoke, “So, I'm much more comfortable with you using that as a suitable frame of… reference. Well, for an intentional first kiss.”

He was very obviously nervous. She took his hand, giving it a light squeeze, “that implies that there are other frames of reference I don't have,” she offered a playful smirk, knowing how strong she was coming on. Thankfully, Elliott laughed.

“Well, there are multiple kinds of kisses, Amelia.”

“To be honest… that sounds like a lot more fun than being at the mercy of a bottle and kissing other random drunk people. We could always bail…?” She offered, trying not to sound like she only wanted to go make out or something more nefarious. Still, he arched an eyebrow, a slow smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Are you trying to take me home, Ms. Amelia?” He teased, knowing she'd get flustered… which she did.

“Oh, Yoba. No! I just… you know… I think spending the rest of our evening kissing sounds so much more appealing than that…”

Elliott laughed and offered his arm, “Oh, but of course. Let me take you home. I'll make a fire and we can just relax and,” he couldn't help but chuckle, “kiss. Which, mind you, I wouldn't mind doing either.”

They started walking down toward the beach path. As they crossed the bridge, she spoke up again, “This is probably obvious, but I'm going to put it out there verbally that I like you. Like… a lot.”

Elliott stopped and gave her the same look as earlier that feigned shock. She laughed and he chuckled, moving his arm around her shoulder.

“This may come as a shock,” he started, “but I do like you a lot as well. I don't just give reference kisses to just anyone.”

She gave him a shocked look not unlike the one he gave her earlier that evening. He gave her a light squeeze and kissed the side of her head as they walked toward his place.

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earl-grey-crow · 3 months

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I feel like alice might've wanted to kick the pond in the shins but how do you kick an eldritch pond in the shins

#actually I think elliot wants to more than her #he is So Done #he has so much understated trauma that no one seems to understand or acknowledge it's absolutely wild #those were really some fighting words from him #I just. need to rewatch this a dozen times to really unpack his character it's just. wow.#and the 1814 arc?? not disappointing #like augustine? you mean THAT augustine??#“it's okay I got shot ” sksksksksk #also I have got to know what happened in that house #the amount of lore and interconnection is crazy #I lowkey feel bad for brady he doesn't get to see his daughter he doesn't understand he doesn't know that she and kat are literally #so obsessed about the past that they're basically throwing away their present!!#“don't worry about it” you should worry about it #can't trust the pond #what. an episode.#I thought tonight would be my relaxing time after a weekend full of homework. Wrong. I am a Fool.#I need two to three business days to process this #but can you blame me?? I kinda keep waiting for this to start acting like a hallmark series (you know. hallmark.) but it's not!!#oughhhh #the way home hallmark #earl crow ramblings

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reluctantjoe · 10 days

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the official agggtm netflix page describes the mood of the show as 'intimate, dark, suspenseful'

#just How intimate are we talking here though?#ida o'brien is one of the intimacy coordinators on the show and she is one of the best ICs in the game #if any intimate things were to be shown i'd either have a guess at:#a flashback of elliot & andie having sex at the hotel #or andie's naked photo #(but this would probably be covered by over-the-shoulder shots of people (pip/max) or max's papers when pip finds it)#agggtm #a good girl's guide to murder #a good girls guide to murder #a good girl's guide to murder spoilers

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stefanmikaleson1864 · 1 year

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BabySitting

So @sabrinajenre96

Requested a one shot of Jamie Wheelan and as I wrote this I got to the very end and I realized I may have mis inturped what she mean. I feel hella dumb lol so I will re write what you actually meant in the meantime I hope you enjoy this

First one it's the reader is the daughter of Benson and she's married with Jaime she's a detective and she's Elliot goddaughter she goes visits her husband at work while baby siting nolan and whelan makes an entrance

A/N: If you like my work please comment like and reblog it means a lot to see interactions on my work

Y/N POV

Being the Daughter of the famous Oliva Benson and the God daughter of Elliot Stabler

meant you were going to be a cop no matter what. You grew up in the precinct and didn’t know any other life besides this one.

You were grateful for the life you had. You were able to give back to your community and help others in need.

You worked in the Major Crimes department and you loved it. You were working major cases. It also meant you were able to work with different departments.

It’s how you also meant your husband Jamie Whelan. He was a police officer and later on joined the task force.

He wanted to be able to take down any dirty cops. When the two of you meant you didn’t exactly hit it off right away.

It was not one of those cute love at first sight stories. You thought he had this ego about him and that he was full of himself.

He did help you out of a really tight case though. So you gave him a chance.

He was hard at first he had a lot of complicated layers with him. But then you thought we all do right.

You were grateful that you gave him that chance because was the love of your life. He was really kind and he cared and you guys had a lot of common.

When he told you that he was working with your godfather you honestly had no idea of how that was going to work. Elliot was a good godfather but as a co worker that was a different story.

You were able to help him on his last case and my goddess it was like he was totally a different person. Some would say aggressive you tried to phrase it as being passionate.

He could be a hot head and would just do things without thinking. It cost him a lot sometimes. Even your mom warned you about working with him. Which has a lot of weight.

You were currently working with the OC team again. They were working this big case where they think a man was murdered for his apartment. A casino was going to be put there and the man didn’t want to leave his apartment.

There were all eyes on this case. It was a huge deal in the news. You were offering help with the case. But Elliot’s ego would only let you help with the little things.

And to be perfectly clear you were the only one able to help. Because of his trust issues he didn’t want anyone but you from the unit to help.

The case was heating up and the district attorney was coming by to get some files and evidence

. The rest of the team was out and Elliot asked you to come back to keep a close eye on him.

Even though we were all on the same team his exact words where “ I don’t know this man why would I trust him alone”. You were slow at work so you came over to do him a favor.

When you got there he was waiting outside of the building. He saw you walking over and looked over and smiled.

“Detective Benson thanks for coming to babysit me” Nolan said.

“Yeah sorry about this but you know how they are over here” You said

“Oh I know I wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t ask for backup” Nolan said.

The two of you walked in and you helped him gather the information he needed. It was wires and files and just a bunch of other stuff.

You were sitting on your husbands stuff and eating the food he left on his desk. On there he also had a picture of the two of you on your wedding day. It was a nice candid picture.

About an hour had passed and you both were still here. If you were being honest you did not think it was going to take this long.

You were playing on your phone letting Nolan do his thing. Suddenly there was a noise coming from outside you instantly went into cop mode. You sat up and was getting ready to engage.

Then the door swung open and Jamie walked in. You took a sigh of relief and relaxed when you saw it was just him.

“Hey what are you doing here” He asked looking at you confused.

“Did you forget Elliot asked me to come by” You said looking at him confused

“Yeah sorry forgot about that” He said in a serious manner

He always tried to act as this tough guy outside of the office. Nolan was too busy focusing on whatever he was doing.

Jamie walked over to you and gave you a small hug and sat down. You tried not to laugh about how serious he was.

“Wow is that your wife or a co worker” Nolan joked.

��Be quiet and just do your job” Jamie said.

“Come on don’t be mean” You said

“Mean he’s” Jame was starting said something.

“Hey come on now there is no need for all of this” You said

Jamie opened up his desk and you were trying not to look suspicious because you had eaten all the candy in the desk.

He opened up the drawer and was riffling around in drawer for something.

“Hey what are you uh looking for” You asked

“My snacks are all gone” He yelled.

A bit of an over exaggeration for some snacks but maybe this man was just hungry.

“Hey you did you think my stuff was your evidence” Jamie yelled.

He walked over to a confused Nolan and got all up on him. Nolan looked at him with a confused look on his face. You went over to break up but then suddenly a loud familiar voice took over.

“Hey what the hell is going on” Elliot yelled.

“This son a bitch took my stuff” Jamie yelled out.

“Okay that is crazy and I did not” Nolan yelled.

“Jamie this is crazy just move on” You said stepping in between the two of them

Elliot then grabbed your hand and gave you a look. You looked at it and realized it had some cheeto dust on them. You swiped your hand and tried to wipe away the evidence before anyone else saw it.

“Uhh not so fast I think we have a suspect in the case” Elliot said.

“What are you talking about” Jamie asked

“See told you I had nothing to do with it” Nolan said.

“Y/N has some orange all over hand. What’s this about” Elliot asked.

“No I don’t” You said

Trying to secretly wipe away the dust.

“See she’s doing it again” Elliot yelled.

“Me no I’m not I’m not doing anything” You yelled

Jamie walked over to you and grabbed your hand and held high in the air. There was Cheeto dust on every finger.

“Are you kidding me right now” Jamie asked.

“Well you see I was gonna tell you but uh” You started off looking at the ground.

“When was that gonna be” Nolan shouted out.

“Uhh you know everything just happened so fast” You said

“What kind of marriage is this that you just betray me like this” Jamie asked

“Oh don’t be so dramatic you steal my stuff all the time” You yelled.

You looked up and Elliot had his arms crossed and just looked at you shaking his head like a disappointed father he was.

“This was all good and all But i’m out before I end up being accused of more stuff and a riot starts” Nolan said.

“Such great detective work going on around here” Nolan yelled as he was leaving

He grabbed his stuff and headed out. You bust out laughing after he left. The whole thing was just so funny you though to yourself.

“Yeah Next time I ask you to baby sit also I should call your mother ” Elliot said

“Yeah well next time supply food and I won’t have to go looking for it and just a side note you should call her because you just need a excuse to talk to her ” You snapped back.

“Damn she called you out” Jamie said smirking.

“Shut the hell up newbie” Stabler shouted.

You grabbed your stuff and was heading out. They both shot their heads up and looked at you confused.

“Where are you going” Elliot asked.

“Where else to get food I’m hungry” You shouted leaving.

“I would ask how your still hungry but it’s you so not a question.” Wheelan said.

“Wait up though were hungry were coming” Elliot yelled.

“Great your buying” You said

“What why me” Stabler asked

“Well for one I’m your god daughter and second one payback for making me babysit” You said.

“Fine deal but just for you that other man who I still am trying to care for has to pay for his own” Elliot yelled out

“Deal” You said laughing.

Elliot walked over and wrapped his arm around you and shot a death glare at Jamie who was just mean mugging him.

You all 3 left and headed out and you were just glad you got what you wanted out of the day. Which was a free meal.

#jamie whelan #Jamie Whelan x reader #Jamie Whelan Imagine #elliot stabler #elliot stabler one shot #Jamie Whelan one shot #law and order organized crime #law and order one shot #law and order imagine #law and order x reader #organized crime x reader #organized crime imagine

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ellzilla · 6 months

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Two very different versions of transformation

#lizard's art #creepypasta oc #werewolf #body horror cw #one could say that the difference between these two siblings... are like night and da-#-shot to death by an Italian mafia-#ella greenwood #elliot greenwood

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taiturner · 2 years

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VIKTOR HARGREEVES 3x01 | “Meet the Family”

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jellysoiree · 7 months

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𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗬𝗪𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗢𝗥 !

── 𝙀𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙩 𝙌. 𝙎𝙬𝙖𝙣, lustrous ebony skin, soft plump lips, and the loveliest droopy midnight eyes. A physiognomy and energy so compelling that like moths, women and men alike, are captivated by his presence as if he was the only flame carrying the night into morning.

𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗 !

In his early teenage years, Elliot was determined to take care of his widowed mother and help her live more comfortably. He kept his head in his studies and filtered out trouble in and out of school.

After her husband's death, Mrs. Swan, Elliott's mother, took up work as a prostitute since her job as a nanny wasn't paying her enough to get by for both her and her little boy. Elliot was always dropped off at the house of his mother's friend, Mrs. Cardinale, before one of Mrs. Swans' clients visited.

Mrs. Cardinale was a sweet and stout Italian woman who migrated to America with her husband and mother for a better future, only to live in the ghetto. Her heart was not hardened by this as she didn't mind helping her best friend by taking care of a young Elliot, who was always praised by Mrs. Cardinale for being a sweet, quiet, and hard-working young man.

On the rare occasions when Mrs. Cardinale couldn't look after Elliot, he was looked after by Mrs. Cardinale's mother who was always resting in bed, but always told him beautiful stories of her youth in Italy.

Due to the fact that he spent a significant amount of his childhood being cared for by Italian women, Elliot adopted a unique accent that was a charming blend of southern and Italian.

After graduating highschool, Elliot planned to attend City College to become a lawyer, which would pay him good money to take care of his mother. However, Mrs. Swan disapproved, she wanted him to pursue his dream of acting instead of trying to be her caretaker. This caused a lukewarm feud between the two with each side making valid points. In the end, Mrs. Swan shut him up by telling him "Mother Knows Best." and reassured him that nothing would make her happier than to see her son truly be happy.

Elliot dropped his previous intention to be a lawyer and instead pursued acting while attending college. He executed such astounding passion and talent, The American Academy of Dramatic Arts granted him a scholarship. Elliot soon began work in the industry, with his new name, Elliot Q. Swan. A year later, at the ripe age of 22, he debuted on Broadway in a film called "Is Love A Tool?" A romance comedy where he played a minor role as a charming bellboy and became a heartthrob amongst teenage girls.

A few years later, after appearing on Broadway stages and television productions, a movie producer screen-tested Elliot and casted him in a lead role in "Melancholy Affairs at Sea" an erotic mystery film. Elliot was unaware of the revolutionary impact this movie would have on his life.

𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧 !

On rare occasions, when Elliot is having a slow day. He escapes from the cameras, the lust, and the predatory film industry to visit his family, Mrs. Swan and The Cardinales. While he is passionate about living his dream, a small part of him wishes he had disobeyed his mother's wishes and become a lawyer.

His love language is entirely devoted to acts of service, particularly cooking. Elliot's passion for cooking delicious cuisines stems from Ms. Cardinale's influence. He doesn't shy away from experimenting in the kitchen and is very open-minded to different cultures' food, one of the main reasons why he adores traveling overseas. He always enjoyed watching the blissful expressions of his past lovers while savoring his food. Even the ladies who tried to act hard to please had a difficult time maintaining their facade.

Speaking of which...

Not once has Elliot's old flames left him feeling whole. The intensity of Elliot's desire could be replicated by no other. Two hearts merging into one. A harmonious ecstasy is created by the synchronization of groans and moans. His touch, both fervid and conscious. The glint in his eyes, arcane yet vulnerable as if he was sharing a silent testimony that they could almost understand, but never did.

In truth, Elliot yearns for true love and an everlasting wild romance. He was always well aware that nothing long-lasting would come into fruition with any of his past lovers, most of them were just for media coverage anyway. A tactic to stay relevant in the industry and give people something to take about over dinner. He regrets not pursuing after love in his youth, especially since love seems like a pipe dream in his field of work. A thought that depresses him greatly.

Although it makes him feel silly, he occasionally wishes upon a star to meet the one who will understand the mysterious glint in his eyes that yearn's to be fathomed.

𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 ! thank you for your time, folks ! I hope y'all enjoyed reading about Elliot as much as I enjoyed writing and fleshing out his character to my satisfaction. the inspiration behind Elliott's design and story is my admiration for black folks in old hollywood media.

love, soireebarbie ♡

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nebulaafterdark · 2 years

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Spicy Masterlist

ALL WORKS ARE 18+

All To Myself

Only For You

Rue being your first time

Banging the heck out of each other

Elliot & Rue Spicy Headcanons

Baby Making 1.0

Zero Pressure

Only For You

Spicy Headcanons

Jules & Elliot Spicy Headcanons

Elliot & Rue Spicy Headcanons

Only For You

Spicy headcanons

Jules & Elliot Spicy Headcanons

NSFW Alphabet

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danddymaro · 2 years

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Me Too | Mirage x Reader

The sweet floofy stuff with Elli. though, NSFW.

As this is Mirage, we will give him the ‘ol cliche of doing it in front of the mirror.

‘Cause he’s cute guys, and he needs the love.

Plus he’s like... a momma’s boy lol. That’s cute.

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Me Too

Earlier that night you'd been at the Paradise Lounge, keeping your trickster friend company throughout the working hours until it was just you two and a few complimentary drinks that had you both just a bit too honest with each other.

You weren't drunk, neither of you was, but maybe just a bit close to tipsy, enough for you to have been the one to put a rather crazy idea out there first.

And it was enough to have him put no hesitation between your question and his answer.

It was also close enough for him to take it a step further and admit that he's fantasized about it before, that it'd come to mind so many times before, that, he’d dreamed of it too.

And it'd been only fair for you to tell him that it'd been the same for you.

Sure, you guys always flirted, but playfully.

You never went out in the open with your sex life, until then.

"- That long?" Mirage said with half amusement, half shock.

"Yes!" you said with a bit of bite, embarrassed at the way he gawked at you like it was something to really laugh at.

Annoyed, you crossed you arms and turned your nose a different direction, “So just shut up!” you added, regretting having told him.

He noted your insult and began to chuckle, seeming nervous, " Hey, Hey, calm down!" he said back.

"Don't look at me like that," he added, holding back from shrinking under your darkened gaze.

“I just can’t believe it,” he admitted.

"- If it makes you feel better... it's been a while for me too," he confessed.

And that innocent little conversation had led to you following him back to his place, both of you enthusiastic, sneaking in like two devious kids up to no good.

Even if there was no one home, you followed behind him as he tugged you along, laughing when he almost tripped over his own footing, very clearly excited.

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- It’s weird.

Anything new would sometimes be strange, but this, this new thing was definitely something you would have never thought to do, even alone.

It wasn't as though it was some taboo act, but even then, watching yourself in such a state was awkward.

Well, at first it was, because slowly, you eased into the act.

' I mean... it IS weird,' You tell yourself.

'But... but hot too, ' you think quickly, correcting yourself while your (e/c) colored eyes cannot help but slowly trail over the reflection before you, stopping at the alluring sight with half-lidded eyes that had slowly fallen from their initial wide-eyed setting.

You'd wanted to look away at first, but there was something about you being on display, handled by such a beautiful man that had you attentive, unable to look away to where slowly, your shame dwindled into nonexistence.

Before then, the first thing you'd seen was your own eyes.

That's what you found focus on first to try and collect yourself, unprepared for how easily you'd slip into the act.

They'd been teary and wide-eyed in the beginning , seeming utterly shamed while the rest of you seemed to have no trace of dignity, no shamefulness that forces you to whither nor shy away.

Almost dumbly, you stare before you, bewitched by the beautiful man that also watches while the rest of his body gives you its attention.

Dark eyes sweet as the cocoa with a touch of light crème give their attention that is touched by so much sweetness your heart flutters.

There's something especially lovely about him at that point which should be nothing but sensual heat.

In the midst of that moment, there is a charming touch that makes you feel adored.

It makes you feel beautiful.

And you have to remind yourself that this isn't something between two lovers, two people that have confessed their feelings as something other than simple lust.

- It's just that... right?

You try and keep the wings that have sprouted from your beating heart weighed down enough so it doesn't soar to high, so it doesn’t start to believe in something that wasn’t there.

‘We’re just...fucking.’ You remind yourself, and briefly you think to yourself that what little alcohol had, had you giddy hadn’t lasted.

Perhaps that's what Elliot feels for you ; lust.

Maybe that’s what it is, even if his eyes say something else as they stare back at you through the reflection.

Maybe that's all he really feels even as his chest firmly presses against your back, making your hearts neighbors, at certain points sharing the same beat as though they speak the same language known only to them.

You know you are on the verge of tears, the thin sheet of moisture gathering so thickly as you bring your eyes so close that little drops threaten to drip down from them.

Meanwhile, You huff out, your hips bucking with each little jolt his fingers force you to act out as he presses them down over your sensitive bud. All the while, he continues to thrust into you from behind, his pace a slow, sensual roll that surprises you with every other deep, abrupt thrust that earns him squealed-out curses that are then proceeded by his name.

Something in you feels like too much, and urgency fills you.

Your voice, even in its softest breath fails you, leaving you with a little hiccup that was supposed to be a call to him.

Overwhelmed, you do the only thing you can, your hips wiggling desperately, and he seems to get the message, picking up his own pace. His wet digits also change it up, leaving you tilting your head back, your eyes rolling up before they closed tightly.

one of your hand's skim over your chest, the act you are used to done out of instinct. Your hand normally clutches your shirt, but instead, it just hovers over your chest, not doing anything but being suspended as your body breaks out in little shivers.

Your hand is empty before warmth falls over it, encasing it.

His free hand has yours held, and he manages to worm his fingers in between the spaces yours leaves for him.

It's a touch of sugar and spice as he still pleases you, fucking you passionately while the hand that holds you comes up to his lips, the bare underside of your palm kissed tenderly.

It is then that those damned tears that you've held in and have clung to your lashes finally fall.

Silently, they escape and so does his name in a breath that's terribly sweet, undeniably marked by the feeling of adoration you feel for him.

You become undone, the little murmurs that leave you after you've become a mess are indecipherable. For the most part they're not something he understands but listens to attentively nonetheless, focused enough that he captures two that make his heart jump.

Without warning, your back is then pressed to the mattress, and Elliot’s hands hold your wrists down as he hovers over you, looking down at you with those pretty, dark eyes that have you melting.

Even if the entire time he's been staring at you through the reflection, it's then when you are right before him, face to face that you feel completely vulnerable.

Your face is heated, and you want to hide. You have an urgency to as you turn away, looking aside.

His reaction is to smile, the charming grin coming in view as he leans down and gives you a little peck on the cheek you present him.

Your eyes move over to him and you bite your lip as you give him that shrinking look that only makes him want to kiss you more.

Another peck falls on your cheek, but it's lower than the first, grazing the corner of your mouth, luring you back to him.

Slowly, you turn back to him, and you respond to the kiss that follows.

Your lips melt together, and you close your eyes to savor it, focusing on the feeling of his soft lips, the smell of his delicious aroma, and the taste of his undeniable sweetness.

You hardly notice that he lets go, the grip on your wrists gone, and before long those big hands fall onto your cheeks as he smothers you into an especially deep one, one that has you completely breathless.

He withdraws, and his lips are inches from yours, his pretty eyes gazing into yours as he responds to your earlier confession,

"... I love you too..." he says.

He only has the nerve to admit it at that very moment, only after knowing your feelings.

He knows he talks a lot sometimes, going on and on.

- About work, about his day,

…About his mom.

He's well aware that it can get annoying having to answer him at such inconvenient times, especially after he talks to the elder woman and his voice is unfamiliar to her.

Even if he’s thankful every time she comes to, he knows that one day he’ll remain a stranger.

- And it’s then that he can only think of you, the one person that manages to lift the corners of his mouth up.

Somehow, you mange to make him smile through the tears.

Gently, he wipes them away as a little chuckle escapes him, and sometimes he gathers the courage to ask you what you’re doing, and if you have time to see him.

He knows that you have so many other options, other people that would jump at the chance to be with you.

- He kisses you with that love he’s held silent, and you respond back with it too.

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drelizabethgreene · 3 months

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Doing the @februaryficletchallenge for the third year in a row! I’ve posted three ficlets so far (with one more to come today), so if you would like to catch up, here you are. :) Couples and characters listed in the tags.

#bensler #olivia benson #elliot stabler #carcy #john carter #lucy knight #conic #conrad hawkins #nicolette nevin #nic nevin #ficlets #one shots #February ficlet challenge 2024 #ffc 2024 #february ficlet challenge

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lolzskye · 2 years

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so when does ashtray get at least SOME justice? 🙄

#serious question!#ashtray euphoria #maddy euphoria #fezco euphoria #euphoria season 2 #euphoria fanfic #ashtray x fez #fezco fic #fezco fanfic #fezco one shot #fezco x lexi #elliot fic rec #elliot x black reader #elliot x black fem reader #elliot x you #elliot smut #euphoria series

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barkspawn · 1 year

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a: "you're so pretty." b: *nervous laugh* "im what?" a: "i said you're so pretty" (a then proceeds to kiss b) prompt with Elliott please🙏

Featuring: Dresses with pockets

Amelia both loved and hated dressing up. Her hair was always uncooperative and her makeup was never even. The flower dance was no different. She decided this year to keep it simple. She was already wearing the new dress she and Emily had been working on and had already applied some basic makeup.

She huffed as she examined herself in the mirror, ensuring she was good to go, knowing the walk itself would take some time.

Quickly, she pinned some of her hair in an attempt at something different from her day-to-day, knowing she'd probably take it out by the time the dance even started.

She started out the door, waving a quick goodbye to Loaf before making her way south toward the forest.

She was able to fit her phone in the pocket on one side and her small pouch of coins in the other.

Emily is a genius for the pockets.

Emily was honestly a genius with sewing in general. They took Amelia's measurements one time and Emily made the entire dress and it fit Amelia perfectly. Amelia couldn't wait to see her and show her how nice it turned out.

Elliott crossed her mind more than once. She thought about asking him to dance this year if she could gather the courage. She couldn't even begin to imagine actually doing so. If she remembered correctly, he looked incredible in his suit to the point where it flustered her. He had been her friend since day one and he took to admitting she inspired him. Once, he referred to her as his muse and she feared her heart might explode.

Elliott was an incredibly attractive man, which made it all the more difficult when she started liking him. She couldn't help but think he was so far beyond her league.

Her smile shone brightly as she approached the small bridge to the dance area, greeting Evelyn and George as she crossed.

“You look lovely, dear,” Evelyn commented with a light touch to Amelia's shoulder. Evelyn hadn't been very subtle about her disapproval when it came to Amelia's tattoos, but she eventually understood that even if Amelia wanted to change them (she didn't), she couldn't.

George gave a small hum in either a hello or agreement, clearly miserable being out here.

“Thank you, Evelyn. The flowers are gorgeous,” Amelia looked around before her gaze came back to the older couple, “you've truly outdone yourself.”

The woman gave a bright smile and waved her off, “many years of practice. Thank you! Now, go on and don't let us keep you from the party!”

Amelia gave her thanks and walked into the large area, looking around curiously. Everyone seemed to look so nice, even if Sam, Sebastian, and Abigail looked miserable. Amelia was worried she was late with how many people were already there.

She gave a few hellos on her way to the snack table, pouring herself a cup of punch.

She felt a nudge on her side, looking over at Pam, who was laughing to herself, “hey, kid. I put a little extra something in the punch.”

Amelia opened her mouth to say something, but closed it, not wanting to start that issue. Instead, she gave a half-hearted laugh before giving Lewis a heads-up to make another bowl for the children.

She didn't switch hers out, though. She might as well take the courage where she can get it.

She turned and smiled brightly as she saw Leah, waving at her from a table along the side. Amelia beamed, making her way over.

“Thank Yoba. I thought I was going to wander aimlessly forever,” Amelia teased as the woman pulled her in for a tight hug.

“Never!” Leah laughed, stepping back and looking Amelia over, “Em did a really great job! Then again I'm sure that you could pull off a burlap sack.”

Amelia shook her head, feigning shock, “you mean I could have worn a burlap sack? Damn!”

Leah rolled her eyes before leaning on the table, tall enough to do so while standing, “I definitely think Elliott will be happy with the dress,” Leah teased, heat growing in Amelia’s face before she added on, “or the sack.”

“Leah!”

Leah held her hands up in surrender, still laughing, “I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself,” she took a deep breath, looking around at everyone, “speaking of El,”

“Leah.”

“Have you asked him to dance?”

Amelia felt her cheeks still burning as she stole glances at the entrance to the field far more often than she'd like to admit. She shot Leah a look, making her groan.

“Ames. If you don't ask him, you won't know. I keep telling you,” Leah put her hands on Amelia's shoulders, “he is definitely into you.”

Amelia frowned, sighing, “and if he isn't? Then I look like a fool and he–”

Amelia caught sight of Elliott at the entrance as he politely declined to buy anything from Pierre. Leah must have noticed, following her gaze to the man, a grin growing over her face.

Amelia's mind had gone completely blank and it seemed like she had forgotten how to breathe. Elliott looked nice every day, of course, but today, he wore a white suit, and although it was the same as every other suit here, he looked incredible. It was perfectly tailored, likely also Emily’s doing, and brought out every perfect feature the man had.

“Breathe, Ames. Don't need you dying before you can even ask him,” Leah nudged her, bringing her back to reality.

“You didn't tell me that he looked this amazing in a suit,” Amelia hummed before shooting a glare at Leah, who laughed aloud, “that's just a fact. Sure I'm biased but it's unreal.”

Leah shook her head as she waved at Elliott. He gave a bright smile as he played off his own double take at Amelia. Leah looked at her, who stood completely oblivious.

Leah hugged Elliott as he approached, a quiet laugh escaping his lips, “well hello, Leah,” he pats her back, returning the small hug before he met Amelia's gaze, “and hello, Amelia.”

She couldn't help but smile, “hey, El.”

“You look lovely,” Elliott started before looking over at Leah as well, “you both do.”

“We always look lovely, sir,” Leah teased before smiling briefly at Amelia, “you certainly look nice though, right Ames?”

Amelia was caught off guard, but smiled, “yeah, you really do.”

Leah was clearly already growing impatient with the other woman, “So, El, who are you dancing with this year?”

He arched an eyebrow, not seeing the look Amelia shot her, “no one at present. Why? Are you asking?”

Leah’s lip curled in playful disgust, “with you?” she furrowed her brow, “not my type, Romeo.”

He laughed and shook his head, “I take no offense to any of that other than being called Romeo. I'm hardly that… impulsive.”

Amelia laughed, taking another drink of her punch as Leah met her eyes.

“Find someone fast then, not-Romeo,” Leah commented before starting toward the punch bowl, “I'll be back in a bit!”

Amelia's eyes widened a bit, cursing her best friend as she left.

“I always feel like she's part of some maniacal plan when she acts like this,” Elliott joked, leaning casually on the table. Amelia laughed, shaking her head.

“El, somehow I don't think you're wrong,” she raised the cup to her lips once more before noticing he was looking down at her. She felt her face flush as she caught his eye, “do I have something on my face?” she touched her cheek, fingers cold against the burning skin.

He smiled as if suppressing laughter at a thought, “not at all. Just admiring your dress. You truly do look lovely.”

She cursed the blush rising in her cheeks, about to comment before he added, “pink is also a lovely color on you.”

She furrowed her brow, looking down at her dress before it occurred to her that he was commenting on her blush.

She frowned, placing her cup on the table, “I can't help it. You come in here like an Adonis and start complimenting me,” his brows rose as she continued, “not to mention I blush if someone so much as likes my shoes. So don't pick on me,” she teased, turning to look out over the vast expanse of people and the dance floor.

It was a long moment before he answered, his tone amused, “like an Adonis, huh?”

She felt her cheeks burning again, trying to will it away. She did say that, didn't she?

“El, you know you look good. It's not like a secret.”

“Strange how it surprises me then,” he hummed, looking straight out over the people, taking in everyone, “and what about you?”

“Hmm?” she glanced up at him, trying to read his face, “I don't think I'm an adonis if that's what you're asking.”

He laughed aloud then, the sound sending a flood of butterflies through her being, “no, I'm asking who you will be dancing with.”

“Oh, uh…” she bit her lower lips, giving a slight shrug as she turned her gaze forward again, not meeting his eye, “no one. Just watching this year.”

“Well, that's just not acceptable. Perhaps we can change that.”

She laughed quietly, “I'm sorry?”

He looked down at her, who had finally looked up at him. He gave a warm smile before arching an eyebrow, curious as to if she actually didn't understand.

“I'm asking you to dance with me, Amelia,” his smile grew when he saw the pink rise over her cheeks.

“Oh,” she smiled, nudging him with her shoulder, “I guess I’d be alright with that.”

He put his hands over his heart, a pout playing at his expression, “you wound me, Amelia. Don't sound so excited.”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head, “maybe this is how I show excitement.

He laughed again, that beautiful melody.

“I've seen you on several occasions far more excited.”

“Maybe this is just maximum excitement,” she teased, the microphone coming to life with minor feedback.

“It's time for the long-awaited flower dance! Grab your partners and get ready,” Lewis called, yelling despite there being a microphone.

Elliott offered his arm, Amelia wasting no time in taking it as they walked to the dance floor. She caught sight of Leah almost choking on a tortilla chip as she spotted the two, looking genuinely shocked.

Amelia and Elliott took their places across from one another, this being the most annoying part of the dance. Though the longer she took imagining his hand on her waist and her hand in his, the more she realized it was actually about to happen.

They met eyes as he, and the rest of the men, danced closer before bowing in exchange for a curtsy. He stepped in and took her into his arms, effortlessly dancing in their small space. She met his eyes once more during the dance, his smile faltering for just a second, though she noticed.

The dance came to an end and people started to clear the floor. They made their way back toward the table. She barely heard his voice when he commented, “could you look at me for just a moment?”

Once they got to the table, she turned and looked up at him, her breath catching at the look he gave her. It was like he had just figured out some complicated issue and was marveling at the solution. But there was also a certain fear she didn't often see in his eyes. She looked over his features, worried that something was wrong. Was he leaving the valley? Did he notice that she had feelings and he had to turn her down?

“You are very pretty, Amelia.”

Amelia laughed, the sound nervous and breathy, “I'm sorry, I'm what?”

“You're very pretty,” he tucked his finger under her chin, meeting her eyes with a decisive smile, “I’d even say beautiful.”

Before she had a chance to respond, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, his free hand falling to her waist as she stood shocked for a moment. She felt him falter for a moment, concerned for her lack of response. Before he could pull back, she reached up and touched his face, her other hand resting over his lapel. It was a long few seconds before they couldn't help but smile, their foreheads resting against one another.

“I'd call you handsome,” she breathed, “but we already know I think you're an Adonis.”

He laughed quietly before pressing his lips to hers in one more too-short kiss, cut off by an excited yell from Leah, “I honestly was not sure if the whole leaving you two alone thing would work, but damn!”

Elliott kept his arm around Amelia, her heart beating hard and fast, “and I got a picture!”

Amelia laughed aloud, giving their friend a look, “you just take pictures of people kissing now?”

“I do when it's obvious that my two best friends who do nothing but drool over each other finally do.”

Amelia frowned. Elliott did not need to know how much she liked him. But.. He liked her too?

“I'm going to leave you lovebirds alone,” Leah grinned as she walked back over to see Emily.

“You drooled over me then?” she teased, relishing the feeling of his arm around her waist.

“I'm still not certain that this is real,” he joked, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “this is the thing of old romance novels. Just… Being around you brings me so much inspiration. It's like…” he paused, looking down and meeting her gaze, “you're my muse.”

She laughed, leaning her head into his chest, “I promise I'm very real. I don't know if I could be your muse, that's so much bigger than me. Besides, the women in those books–”

“--couldn't hold a candle to you, Amelia. I truly believe that you are my muse,” he paused, smiling as she wrapped her arms around him in a hug, “I suppose this is when I invite you for a long walk on the beach, hm?”

She laughed, breathing him in. He smelled of the sea, yes, but his smell reminded her of when it rains and she would curl up by the fire with a new book. It just felt like comfort. Like home.

“Only if there will be stars filling the entire sky,” she teased, “I could bring some wine.”

He smiled, “most romantic date Pelican Town has ever seen.”

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