The challenge was to pick fifty words random-ass words and use them in a fanfiction couple. I decided to use Wishfulshipping. No shit, right?
I fail so hard. I forgot that yesterday was Wishfulshipping day. Fffff.
Fifty Words
Kiss
Iris held Cilan close as his soft, silky lips pressed against hers with hunger and tender innocence.
Hands
Cilan stared at her drooping hand, looked at his, and then reached for hers, their fingers intertwining gently together.
Food
"Open," Cilan breathed sweetly as he offered his girlfriend his some of his food, which was clinging desperately to his fork.
Hair
"Cilan, should I get my hair cut?" Iris asked as she tugged at her own locks of purple hair.
Braid
Iris had braided her thick mane into a thick French braid, which made her look adorable—very adorable.
Book
Iris snuggled against her boyfriend as he read aloud his favorite book to her.
Cup
Cilan coughed deeply, his fever spreading as Iris raised a cup filled with cool water to his lips.
Fingertips
Cilan grabbed his girlfriend's hand, pressing tender kisses to each of the fingertips, which made Iris shiver pleasantly.
Ring
Iris gasped as she stared intently at the golden band with a small stone in it, which stood proudly in its little black box—only one word fell from her lips: "Yes."
Security
The way Cilan held her made her feel so safe and warm.
Wet
"Ack! It's raining! Iris, get under here—under my umbrella."
Bruise
Cilan looked at the red wounds that Iris gave him the previous night—the redness had gone down, but they were still there; on his neck, chest, and stomach . . . not like he minded, however.
Style
"You're style is flavorful—very unique. I don't want you to ever change."
Colour
His skin was the colour of vanilla ice cream—she loved vanilla ice cream.
Territory
Cilan let out a little moan as Iris suckled at his neck, determined to make her mark—after all, she had to mark her territory.
Chocolate
Cilan put a chocolate piece in his mouth, leaning forward, and Iris moved up, their mouths connecting as his tongue pushed the chocolate into her waiting mouth.
Shirtless
Cilan had a good-looking body when he removed his shirt; a slender form with smooth creamy skin; he was positively delicious.
Touch
Iris' hands moved experimentally down his stomach, and he trembled violently; his voice rasped out in pure pleasure.
Eyes
Her eyes were the colour of the soil, and his were the colour of fresh-cut grass.
Hug
His arms were tucked securely around her, making her feel safe and sound—she loved his hugs.
Possession
Iris gripped her boyfriend's body tightly, not wanting to let her arms release its grip on him—he belonged to her and her alone.
Jealous
Iris hated the fact that other girls would look at her boyfriend; she hated it.
Desire
Cilan's mouth pressed against hers in hungry fervor.
Warmth
"Iris, you make me feel so warm—I feel like a freshly-baked loaf of bread when I am next to you."
Tremble
The way she trembled as he moved his hips against hers made him crazy inside.
Simmer
She pushed Cilan against the wall and he gasped, staring at her with wide eyes as she placed her lips roughly against his, causing her body to simmer with lust.
Tangy
She had a different taste every time he kissed her—today she tasted tangy, like fresh oranges.
Delicious
He held her to his chest as he peppered her skin with those delicious kisses of his.
Fever
Love made him hot, sweaty, adrenaline-rushed—a fever indeed.
Morning
He would wake before her, and he would always put a tender kiss to his sleeping girlfriend's temple.
Swollen
His hands explored her large and swollen midsection, waiting for a kick or a movement.
Sick
Iris hated being sick—the stuffy nose, the lack of taste, being bed-ridden and not outside, but if Cilan continued to make her warm soup, give her medicine, keep her warm in her bed, massage her back; maybe being sick wasn't so bad after all.
Child
Cilan cradled his daughter gently in the thick blanket around her tiny body, rocking her gently as he cooed to her to sleep.
Home
Home was in his arms.
Bed
"Iris . . . do you want to join me?"
Brothers
"Cress! Chili! For God sakes, leave us alone! Stop snickering, Chili!"
Money
Cilan bought her a plush toy, which seemed to cost a lot of money; she frowned, sometimes wishing that he would not spend all his money on her.
Dress
She wore a dress that clung to her not-so-feminine-yet-lovely body tightly, and it pooled around her feet—Cilan couldn't tear his eyes off her.
Night
Iris would crawl into his room at night to see him.
Spurred
"Iris! I—I know we are young and fresh like a fruit budding on a sapling, b-but—would you marry me and make me the happiest man on the planet?"
Slap
Iris sat against the corner of the room, sobbing uncontrollably—she hit Cilan, she hit Cilan.
Words
"No matter how I try, words cannot explain the savory emotions and feelings I bear for you."
Flowers
Red flowers, white flowers, pink, blue—colours of the damn rainbow were sitting on a vase on the coffee table where Iris stood.
Letter
He would write long, lovey-dovey poetic letters and leave them on her pillow.
Car
The car windows were steamed over as two teenagers laughed and removed their clothing.
Police
"Hello, officer," Iris said as nonchalant as she possibly could, even when she sat dominantly on her boyfriend who was as red as a tomato as both sat on the park bench, "how are you this evening?"
Park
"Cilan! Cilan! Push me!" Iris cried, sitting on the park swing playfully.
Computer
"Cilan, it's been a while," the text on the computer said, "how have you been?"
Family
"I hate you, Cilan! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" Iris screamed from the room where she was giving birth—she really meant: "I love you, I love you."
Tree
Iris sat under the tree where she kissed Cilan for the first time, and sighed pleasantly.