#lovetold

[neverafters]

i’d like you to know it’s missing kt o’clock in denmark rn

the irony of me seeing this at missing ida oclock </3 the universe is working against us i’m afraid :(

#lovetold #IDA TAG. #LOVE LETTERS TO KT.

[scribare-archive]

@lovetold : i never gave up on you.

he probably would never understand how. how she found him. how she managed to get him up on the horse and back to safety. how she saved him. but then again, elide lochan had been doing that long before she pulled him from the gutter. pulled him from a life he thought he was content with & showed him a whole other world. sits now, she is standing between his legs and they are nearly the same height. strong arms wrapped around the small of her waist, holding her close, chest to chest. and it feels good, being close to her again. a feeling of home. a feeling he never thought he would know, and now he crave it more than anything. soft hum, nose lightly brush against hers as eyes stay locked with hers.     ❝   i'm glad you didn't.   ❞

#queue. #lovetold #lovetold / elide. #ch. lorcan salvaterre. #i missed our bbs

[jeremoved]

“ how’s my sunshine boy ? “ from mommy w love 💙

he can feel her eyes on him before he sees her, ‘ amount dues ’ and bank statements littered across the coffee table and for a short while, traded with an anatomy textbook that at present, diverts his attention.     sat with the book propped up against his thighs as he sinks into the couch cushions that support his frame, jeremiah lets his head ease back as well.     he’s been skimming that same sentence for the better part of three minutes, the words unregistered in his mind and his gaze reverting to the first word every time he distinguishes that he has zero understanding of what he’d read.     in truth, this exam is the very last thing on his mind….     his mom’s treatment hasn’t been working, they sincerely hoped she was only gaining strength by the day, and for some time that’s precisely what it looked like, until abruptly and much to their dread, everything took a caustic turn.     it’s all been happening so fast, she’s slipping away before his eyes and yet there she stands, still ever involved with her boys, still standing as tall as she can.

he doesn’t want to let go yet, he doesn’t want to accept, let alone consider, that the end is near.     that their end is near, because he’s genuinely unable to imagine a world where his mom isn’t in it.     his biggest and most thoughtful supporter, his most thunderous advocate, and the person that knows him to the very depths of him — she sees past the smile when his eyes speak volumes more.     beck sees him, how could he bear the mere thought of losing her?     the highlighter in hand ceases its twirl between bronzed digits, a small smile creeping its way toward the corners of his lips and tugging as drowsy eyes flicker up to meet his mom’s gaze.     ❝     studying,     ❞     he murmurs, fully aware that that’s more than likely far from what she meant.     a hand lifts from where it’d idled against the page of the book, arm invitingly extending along the back of the couch.     ❝ sit with me?     i need a break anyway.     ❞

#cousins‚ where all is safe and infinite. #script. #even if they're not at cousins that's just my main verse name! #anyways here's beck and her sunshine boy <3 ily #lovetold

[homiines]

@lovetold : DAPHNE BASSET NEE BRIDGERTON

fingers dance atop her soft, almost delicate, skin as the sun tries to break through the curtains and illuminate the specks of dust fluttering around them. it's quiet with the house void of any servants for he's banished them to the other side of the vast manor ( only for the morning of course) and with the quietness, it felt peaceful. just the two of them in their little bubble for the time being. his eyes are soft as they rake in the beauty that's laid before him, his lips allowing a smile that lightens a face that has been plagued with stress the last few days. it's been a good few months since the wedding but from the very start, he's been hers completely, both body and mind, and he'll be forever hers. the rocky start they had had only made them stronger and he's thankful that she's still here beside him, gracing him with her gentle nature. ❛❛ i think that we should remain here for the day. london can live without our presence for a day or two. ❜❜ he utters softly, a finger trailing up her arm. ❛❛ what are your thoughts? ❜❜

#lovetold #here you go my lovely. thank you for offering daphne to meeee!!! #& muse : ❛ simon basset / threads. ❜ #& interactions : ❛ daphne bridgerton / ft lovetold. ❜

[lovekindled]

care, sender takes care of receiver when they're sick drunk. andrew + kevin

he'd grown accustomed to andrew's presence by his side, such a common fixture over the last year that it was becoming increasingly difficult to conceive what their deal meant now that a new one had taken place. riko's death was supposed to mean freedom, a weight lifted off his shoulders, though kevin was so used to the lack of air that he still found it hard to breathe. with an entire bottle of vodka serving as a means of succor, the only thing he wants is to drown every single concern and focus on what actually mattered. they might've won now, but a new season was approaching and they still were a weak team. the ravens might be fractured, that didn't mean the foxes weren't either. it becomes undoubtedly clear that none of that is happening tonight, as he stumbles into his room and almost trips with a discarder pair of shoes. “ fuck. andrew, you don't — i'm fine. ” if kevin slurs his words a little bit, he's none the wiser. the same gaze that used to feel comforting and protective now only makes him feel strained, out of sorts. they'd all seen him drunk before, but this felt worse somehow, knowing how all of his teammates were celebrating the raven's defeat and riko's death while he tried to process the changes without making it seem like he cared. he didn't. “ just go back. i'll stay here. there's no need for you to look after me anymore. ” if it nearly sounds bitter, kevin would deny it. he was finally free, except dealing with emancipation had never come easily for him.

⁽  ⠀  ♡  ⠀  ⁾ ⠀  actions speak louder than words   ,   not accepting.

#tw: alcoholism #thank u for sending bestie!!! #i hope this works <3 #kevin day: int. #kevin & andrew: lovetold. #lovetold

[chaosfable]

rhysand. the high lord of night court. an illyrian warrior. herald to a beast within that could obliterate worlds. and still somehow , sometimes , the stupidest man alive. and looking at him now turning into a complete mess in regards solely to some human girl who'd turned fae whilst under the mountain , well there was not enough alcohol in all of pythian to give mor the patience for this conversation.

rhysand ( @lovetold ) spoke : ❛   i don't understand why i'm not dead. when your heart breaks, you should die.   ❜

it's the finishing of her glass , the thick gulp of the deep red wine that coats her throat as he speaks in a futile attempt at giving her any sort of direction in which way to respond , mor only opts to a near deadpan expression in return. she gets it , somewhat. loving someone when the time was not right. the deep internal aching it left that felt like you were being stabbed a hundred times. if death had a feeling , there was no doubt it mimicked that. andromache . . . there had not been another soul prior or since that mor could rightfully say she loved as much as she'd loved her. even still , the woman leaves her in wonder of if the wall had not been erected , if they would have been together today. but whilst she understands , her distant cousins flare for the dramatics conceals that in the moment.

❛   you don't really think your heart actually breaks in half do you ?   ❜ what was funny , was if he had said yes , she wouldn't be surprised. she had never seen him in love before , never bore witness to the man overturning himself over a woman like he did now. it was cute when it wasn't headache inducing. ❛   it's a figure of speech rhys. besides , you really think she is out there right now truly head over heels in love with tamlin ?   ❜

#lovetold #` | 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 › morrigan

[lunisolaces]

                        jaw tenses,  hazel hues avoid @lovetold's gaze for once,  fingers grip the coffee cup that she focuses on instead.       usually,  she is not bad with hard conversations,  does not hide from confrontation,  but the tone in his voice is enough to break her spirit,  a stabbing pain bellow her ribcage,  𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠.       “     because just love isn’t enough to sustain a relationship, bell.     ”       the words come automatically,  as if practiced,  because she has told herself the same thing a million times before.       a constant battle of what needs to be done versus what the heart wants.       “     we weren’t good for each other.       you were busy,  i was busy.      we didn’t make time for each other.     and when we did spend time together we were fighting more often than we were actually happy.     ”      looking back cassia can now tell it wasn’t any of their faults in particular.       frustrations pile up,  their tempers not the easiest to handle,  the smallest of inconveniences could set them off,  exterior forces influencing the way they ended up treating each other.       it wasn’t fair by all means,  she will take the responsibility for it,  but it was one more reason to leave.      what good was she doing to him?       when the answer came short she knew it was time to end it.       “     i’m not blaming you.     ”      the correction comes quickly,  eyes finally reaching his as to assure him,  ghost of a smile crossing her lips,  even if a sad one.        “     𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬.       i guess sometimes it’s the right person but the wrong time.     ”

#lovetold #— 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 . ⊹ cassia watson

[viraegos]

@lovetold  sent  :          “  [ text ] can you let me in? I’m out front. / dean for allie  ”

(   SMS   »   DEAN   )   :   no, i'm mad at you (   SMS   »   DEAN   )   :   you ate the last pack of oreos that i was specifically saving for finals week (   SMS   »   DEAN   )   :   :(((((((((((((((

#lovetold #𝐢𝐢. ⠀ ⠀˛ ⠀ * ⠀ 。゜ ✻ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 ⠀ 、 ⠀ allie hayes . #𝐢𝐢. ⠀ ⠀˛ ⠀ * ⠀ 。゜ ✻ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 ⠀ 、 ⠀ allie hayes .

[skgovt]

“As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.” – John Green

#john green #jonmartin #john cena #usa today #loveaaj #lovetowrite #lovetold #love vibes #govtofindia #srk the king of bollywood #bacchanalian #india love #india #indian #high school #fantasy novel #romanctic #romance novels #visual novel #bookstagram #books and reading

[neverafters]

❝  i dunno who taught you that love comes with conditions and limitations,  but mine doesn’t.  not when it’s you.  ❞ dean for allie

"dean—" she started, panic running through her veins. she didn't know how to explain it to him, that she was broken, that she didn't know how to love or be loved without conditions. she had never known unconditional love like that before. not romantic love. her hands were pressed together over her mouth, but moved to the sides of her face and down to her neck. "it always was with him," she found herself whispering, and the truth of her own words hit her like a semi-truck. "my ex. shawn. we dated for five years dean. five years. and everything was conditional. everything had limitations. it was— messy. the last year especially. it took me five years to fall in and out of love with him, and all of five minutes to fall into your bed. then after like, five days, you were telling me you loved me already and that scared me. scares me. present tense, dean. i'm scared. because i love you too and—" she didn't mean to say it. not like that. her hands moved in front of her mouth again and she just stared at him, feeling like she was just messing it all up, again and again and again. "say something please, @lovetold."

#lovetold #INTERACTIONS — allie hayes. #ALLIE HAYES + dean di laurentis. #we're going to pretend like this is not 8 years old <3

[scribare-archive]

@lovetold : love note. sender passes receiver a romantic note in secret.

they are too old for this. by far. years since they would run around the backyard and get mud on their clothes. years since they would lay on the floor and read together. and years ago, since they stopped passing notes rather sneakily durring tea time or dinner. yet here they are. sitting here with the lady danbury on the other side of the table, eyes that see everything, notice everything. and grace think she knew, when they were kids. but both had lost. both had been needing something good & somehow, simon had become that to her rather quickly. more so, the older they got. more so, after she could call him husband. didn't have young age to blame it on any longer. feel the piece of paper brush against fingers, and she grasp it, chin tuck to open it and read it. but before she get that far : lady danbury's voice ring out & there's a faint blush curling upon cheeks as head snaps up. waiting for the reprimand she is sure to come.

#queue. #lovetold #lovetold / simon #ch. grace baxton. #she doesn't know subtle if it slapped her in the face #sorry for ur wife simon <3

[skywalkir]

its easy to let himself get pulled into her orbit, as if she were the sun and he a mere planet, happy to revolve around her light. her lips against his neck has all the tension drain from his body, weeks of hyper vigilance and constant alertness & only now, in the arms of his wife can he finally be free of it. if anyone knew, if anyone tried to take away what they have, anakin knows the galaxy itself will tremble in his rage. ❝ i can shave it tomorrow if it bothers you, ❞ he hums, pulling away so he can capture her lips in a soft kiss.

his hands, calloused and dry, caress her silken skin from shoulder to wrist before intertwining their hands. he knows he needs to shower, but he doesn't think he has the strength to leave the bed. ❝ so tell me, my darling wife, how have you been since i've been gone? i hope you've been eating substantial meals and not garbage take-out every night. ❞ @lovetold / cont.

#lovetold #/ interactions. #anakin who eats a power bar only when he remembers: hAVE YOU EATEN?

[homiines]

back, sender gives receiver a back hug.

as soon as he feels her arms worm around his body, he finds himself resisting the urge to tense his body as a reaction but then he feels the warmth radiating from her and embrace him, he finds himself relaxing completely - opening up solely for her and only her, leaving himself completely vulnerable. he's thankful for the solitude that they currently have, with the rest of his friends occupied else where because one. this is not anything they need to see and two. he wouldn't ever heard the end of it. but he is thankful for the solitude because there's nothing else he wanted more than to be alone with her. he didn't want to share her at the moment in time.

❛❛ careful, you wouldn't want to risk touching something you shouldn't. ❜❜ he teases, hands rubbing along the soft skin of her arms as he spares a side glance to her through darkened hues. he didn't know what he did to deserve such affection, but he's not going to allow her to let her get away from him so easily if she ever decided to. ❛❛ unless that's what your aiming for? if so, you only had to ask. ❜❜ fingers trails along the tattoo embedded into her arm, following further up her skin. teasing aside, it wouldn't do well for @lovetold to brush her fingers against his smooth iridescence wings for there's no certainty on how he could possibly react. the unknown sometimes frightened him.

#& muse : ❛ rhysand / threads. ❜ #& interactions : ❛ feyre archeron / ft lovetold. ❜ #hope this is okay??? #lemme know if you want me to change anything or if you are NOT happy with anything??? #lovetold

[acipaer-at-scribare]

@lovetold : you’ve got a lot of explaining to do .

he had snuck out earlier , claws of rhysand at his mental shield & it was important enough to untangle himself from her arms : no matter how much he would rather stay in bed with her all day . door open and he hoped he could get back before she woke up , but she was standing in the middle of their bedroom and eyes land on her a second later . beauty always striking . especially now , with the sun slowly rising & washing her in hues of pink and orange . wings tuck in tight behind him as he close the door behind him : walking over to her in three long strides . hint of a smile tugging at corner of lips , hands go to either side of her face as he leans down : forehead lightly rest against hers .     ❝   i would much rather have been here .   ❞      voice a soft rumble between them , head tilt just a mite to the side : nose nuzzle against hers . ❝   anything i can do to earn your forgiveness ?   ❞

#queue. #lovetold #lovetold / lysandra . #ch . cassian .

[lunaccult]

— @lovetold as CARDAN: “ we’re a team, aren’t we? teams stick together. even when the leader is being a prick. ” // ❝    Which  leader  do  you  speak  of?    ❞  So  far,    I  have  elected  not  to  look  at  him  where  he  lounges  in  our  bed,    draped  in  little  else  but  the  soft  silks  only  moments  before  we’d  been  asleep  in.    It’d  been  a  chore  to  peel  myself  from  him,    but  at  least  one  of  us  will  have  to  show  face  today  and  if  he  is  loathe  to  get  up.  .  .    When  I  turn  to  him  now,    I  am  sheathing  a  dagger  into  the  garter  beneath  my  skirts  and  he  is  grinning  at  me  stupidly.    I  consider  taking  the  blade  back  out  and  holding  it  against  that  mouth.    Instead,    I  cross  to  stand  beside  him,    close  enough  that  he  could  touch  me.

I  catch  his  hand  in  mine  before  he  can  yank  me  back  into  bed.    ❝    Take  care  with  your  words,    husband,    ❞  I  warn.    Cardan  is  still  smiling  as  if  he  has  everything  he  intended  on  getting,    even  though  I  have  a  grip  on  his  wrist.    I  bring  his  open  palm  to  my  lips  and  kiss  him  there.    Then,    I  sink  my  teeth  into  the  space  between  his  thumb  and  index  finger.    He  laughs.    ❝    I’m  not  staying  in  bed  with  you  all  day,    Cardan.    Get  up  and  we  can  discuss  teamwork.    Otherwise  I  will  leave  you  here.    ❞

#lovetold #[ 𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 ] ❛ / JUDE DUARTE. #i'm gonna throw up ...... I AM GONNA THROW UP............ #me hyperventilating: she loves him so much i can't do this today she just loves him I CAN'T

[silverflamcs]

@lovetold​

     “i want you out of velaris.” feyre’s words echoed inside her head even as she stood in the threshold of cassian’s cabin in illyria. for the entirety of the flight here she had remained quiet, she didn’t even bother with a snide remark. it shouldn’t have felt like a knife piercing her heart, not after feeling numb for so long. why did she have to feel this? perhaps it was because it felt like a confirmation that feyre would pick these people over her family. they were more important to her while she was nothing but a burden. her thoughts drifted back to the night hybern’s men captured her and elain, how she was forced into that cauldron. she wished she never emerged from it, wished the dark freezing water had taken her. even before then, when they were in their small cottage and on the brink of starvation. she wished that would have been her end.

     the cold air bit at her back, but she refused to feel it. just as she told herself now to refuse to feel. nesta allowed her mind to sink back into that dark place where she could feel nothing. there was a vacant look in her eyes as she took in cassian’s home. it wasn’t extravagant and obnoxious in size like the riverhouse, which she was thankful for. she took note of the windows and the door that her back was to—maybe she could escape in the middle of the night while cassian was asleep. she didn’t know where she would go, but anywhere would be better than living in close quarters with him. her voice came out flat, void of the usual anger, “how long am i to stay here?”

#god i missed them #☾ ‘ how the winds moan her name. can you hear it too? nesta. nesta. nesta. ‘ ( thread ) #( verse tbt ) #lovetold