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Lloyd really cannot catch a break 💔

I love how even in all those years and it's been like 10+, the type of fic for some of the pairings is still the same. The vibe of the fics for the pairings (romantic/platonic/somewhere inside or outside of those) all kind of hit the same.

Sid and Geno: Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you.

Jamie and Tyler: I think I can finally find a home in you.

Toews and Kane: Everytime they mention you, they're going to mention me too.

TK and Nolan: I don't think I could ever get tired of you.

And the new ones to me that already have their own.

Connor & Leon: You're the only one I want to do this with.

Nico and Jack: I am constantly impressed by everything you do.

Jamie and Trevor: We just keep finding our way back to each other.

Nate and Makar: Very few things have caught my attention the way you have.

Auston and Mitch: You took my breath away and I don't think I'll ever get it back completely.

Will and Mack: They're never going to be able to untangle my name from yours.

I just love it.

It wasn’t professional, or high effort, it was simply an idol and her partner sprawled out in bed. The weight of your chest laid on hers, your elbows propping you up just enough to look down at her as you created your masterpiece. You placed some blush to her cheeks, a light dust of color to finish off what you’d been working so hard on.

You set the blush aside, readjusting your weight to look down at Rumi once more, your eyes wandering over her features to take in what you had created. Halfway through your observations you stopped, your gaze lingering on her patterns. Slowly you brought your hand up, brushing your fingers over the patterns that spread across her forehead. Your eyes traced the movement memorizing the shape as your fingers ran along her skin.

“I’m glad you don’t cover them up.” You spoke softly, your fingers moving further up to tuck back some of her loose hairs.

She looked at you silently for a moment, watching you focus, holding onto the gentleness within your stare. “Yeah?” She responded, her voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled, bringing your hand down to cup her cheek, “Yeah.” You finalized meeting her gaze.

A warmth settled in her chest, something about you, your acceptance of what she’d tried to hide for so long, made her fall even harder for you.

And maybe, she thought after a moment, you’d have to do her makeup more often.