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saerins · 1 year

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─── 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄

+ gojo x f!reader | wc 2.3k | content: modern au, fluff, slight angst, rich!gojo, rich!reader, arranged marriage but reversed(?), slightly suggestive

notes: haha i was exploring tropes and this just came to me :’) fairly nervous so feedbacks and reblogs appreciated muwah <3

summary: sometimes you think that you and gojo are not meant to be. and sometimes, he itches to prove you wrong.

there are many things you would call gojo satoru. partner in crime, friendship on fire, a twisted manifestation of the kind of romance that would consume you whole if you didn’t take precaution.

“ready to do this, baby?”

he’s as sweet-lipped as ever, the honeyed words overflowing from his tongue. how you’d miss it, those words you hear at night, the saccharine praises that send you into overdrive.

“only if you are, sweetie.”

you’re equally good at it, having learned from one of the best—gojo satoru himself. you smirk at him, straightening his suit and tie. he looks devilishly handsome in that tailored suit, the one you had made for him. if you recall correctly, he only saves it for a special occasion.

and it qualifies—today is definitely a special occasion.

“so happy to be getting rid of me?” satoru asks you, pouting and putting on his best puppy eyes. his white lashes house a sea of crystalline blue, the kind you’ve gotten addicted to, the same pair you’d gotten lost in many times over.

you’ll never forget it.

the way satoru’s lips ghost over your own. the way his index finger trails up the side of your arm. he likes the goosebumps that sear across your skin. satoru loves knowing the effect he has on you.

this marriage of convenience has taken its toll on both your families. in hindsight, they should’ve known that they can’t control either of you. the gojo family, for all they’re worth, thought that gojo satoru would never betray their money, their status. and your family—they’d always known you’d objected to these notions; convenience, business, romance—the way these three intertwine intentionally, a manufactured relationship borne out of familial ties.

it’s bullshit.

how lucky for you, that gojo satoru felt the same. he still feels the same, which is why he’s in front of you right now, getting ready to drop the bomb in the investors’ meeting.

his father is sure to kill him, but that’s provided he can get through you first.

sure, getting married to gojo satoru was not in your life plans. your mother had chosen a very apt timing to tempt you, quoting half a million dollars as the condition for getting and staying married to that gojo boy. and sure, she can do her best to try and haggle that money back from you once the both of you are done with today, but you’re guessing she’ll be facing much more important and pressing matters than simply getting money back from her defiant daughter.

“this is what we discussed, satoru,” you sigh, avoiding his question like he knew you would. “one year, that’s all we needed. and look where we are now.”

satoru smiles, pearly whites and bad boy charm. “i’d miss you in my bed at night though.”

you smack him playfully across his chest. he only chuckles lowly, fondly, his right hand on your head, brushing your hair. it almost makes you want to stay. but that wasn’t part of the deal, and you’re not sure that either you or satoru are ready for commitments.

“must’ve been some pretty good sex to make the gojo satoru miss me, huh?” you play along, pushing yourself away gently, your hand on his chest.

satoru tips your chin up with his finger, looking you in the eyes as he tells you, “babe, you’re the best pussy i’ve ever had.”

complete romantic, as you can tell. (you can’t stop his vulgar tongue even if you tried.)

“okay okay, stop stalling, satoru,” you chide him, holding your palm out, smiling as he takes it. “got the evidence?”

satoru holds a thick envelope out, grinning. “all here.”

the two of you stand outside the conference room for a minute, staring at each other. in another world, maybe you’d be in this hotel with gojo satoru where you’re actually married—for feelings rather than a transaction. in that other world, maybe you and gojo satoru were childhood sweethearts, the kind where you grew old without all the fucked up relationships that branded both of you too overwhelmed to be in a real one right now. hey, maybe in that world, maybe just maybe, that vow that gojo satoru had uttered on your wedding day (the same that you had uttered as well)—maybe he would’ve meant it.

you didn’t think you would come to like gojo satoru. it’s been a long time since you’d first met him. when you’d seen him stomping into the meeting room of your company’s office like he owned the place, like everyone there was beneath him. he’d gotten right under your skin then and there.

getting along was no easy feat. it took three months for the both of you to agree to live together. strangely it took just one night for you both to give in to temptation once you did start living together.

both of you are menaces—that’s what your mother would say.

somehow, somewhere, those feelings you thought you’d never feel before blossomed again. the kind of trust you didn’t think you’d ever give was given to satoru and you wonder if he even knows it. but satoru has never changed his stance on relationships since the first time you met him; they’re a waste of time.

“you know, if you wanna keep me, all you gotta do is say so.” satoru’s looking at you, that jester smile plastered on his face. you can’t see his beautiful eyes when it’s all crinkled up like that, but you thank god for that. you don’t know how you’d resist him if you could see them.

“dream on, satoru,” you deflect, and expertly. you’re great at hiding your real feelings like that. “our deal ends today.”

yeah, the deal the two of you made with each other, right when both families thought their children had made peace with their decision, or their fate, as they liked to call it. neither you nor gojo felt any affection for the family you grew up in, not when they’d never took interest in either of you as anything other than an heir. when both your childhoods were filled with extra readings and learning proper manners. when satoru grew up learning from his father that women were just a means to a child and you’d grown up learning from your mother that if a girl is not beautiful then she is not desirable. you remember how she almost disowned you for getting a scar on your face, even though it was only temporary.

she has a penchant for the overdramatics. you think today might be no different. you hope not. the entire aim of today is to bring about the crumble of two empires—gojo’s and your family’s.

to hell with their money and their dirty syndicates. it’s filthy money they have their hands full with, and frankly, you and satoru are done playing their pawns.

as satoru leads the way, you loop your arm around his elbow, watching as his father is taken completely off-guard when he watches his own son expose his schemes, watching as your own parents try to salvage the situation by saying how children these days would do anything to get out of their responsibilities.

they’re all walking ironies.

you both watch as the investors walk out one by one, outraged and disappointed. you watch as satoru’s own father vows to kill him, and you scoff as your own mother seconds his notion.

“not if the law gets you first,” you tell them, effectively shutting them up as they hear the police sirens in the air.

they spew about how the both of you are pieces of shit as they’re taken away, and you find you couldn’t care less. maybe it’s a little inhuman of you not to feel a thing when you watch your parents getting taken away in handcuffs. but then again, they’d never really treated you like a human either.

“here you go,” satoru chirps as the sirens drown into the background. he holds out another envelope, this one solely for you.

you smile, a melancholy washing over you as you take it from his hands and take the documents out, flipping to the last page where satoru has already signed.

“our divorce papers,” you coo, “how romantic.”

because gojo satoru is always a romantic.

he remembers your birthday and remembers your favourite cake. he remembers what you need when you’re upset, never makes you feel alone. he remembers how you like your eggs and purposely cooks them wrong all the time. he remembers how you take your coffee and always gives you tea. he remembers how you always nag at him for annoying you and then annoy you some more because for some reason you look very attractive when you’re angry.

it takes you a minute to sign your own name. it kind of feels lonely now, thinking how you’ll never go back to the same apartment as satoru. how you won’t see him sprawled out on the couch, pouting because you’re a little late for movie night. how you won’t catch him staring at your body as you get changed. how you won’t get to throw your pillows at him in the morning for tickling you in bed just to get you to wake up.

after all—you’d agreed; these affections were temporary like they were always meant to be.

you can’t help but find yourself wishing for more. but you were raised to be ruthless, not stupid. you won’t let satoru know of your feelings, because all your deductions say that nothing good will come of it.

“hmm,” satoru hums as he eyes your signature. “wouldn’t be opposed to a special arrange—”

“not gonna be your fuckbuddy, satoru,” you deadpan at him, flicking his forehead.

“why not?” he whines, and you nearly cave.

because you can’t risk falling further than you already have when there’s absolutely zero chance of satoru catching you.

“because there’s a long line of guys i wanna date and you should get in line first,” you lie, and satoru smirks like he’s caught on to something.

but if he has, he doesn’t say a thing, and that tells you everything you need to know.

“guess this is it then, l/n y/n?”

you don’t want it to be, but it has to.

“you made a great fake real husband, gojo satoru,” you tell him, shaking his hand.

kind of a lame goodbye for two people who had shared everyday together for the past year. but you think maybe this brief goodbye should suffice. you don’t want the flames to burn either of you blue.

gojo satoru doesn’t say another word when you turn to leave.

and you don’t turn to look back at him as you walk away.

some chapters of your life should come to a close. your chapter with gojo satoru should remain here, kept close in your heart, kept warm as memories should.

six months later.

“i just think you and i would be suited for other people.”

it’s funny, how everything never works out between you and other guys. you don’t recall it being so hard with satoru. perhaps he was truly made for you, like the heavens designed. but both of you were too similar, too afraid of commitment. nothing was going to come out of it anyway.

and maybe that’s why you miss it.

his fleeting glances, soft lips on tender skin and a pair of calm blue that never fails to mesmerise you.

satoru is the fleeting kind of romance that burns so bright in its prime and the kind you can never keep close. not when he isn’t willing to tone it down and when you don’t have the tolerance to match.

strangely, maybe that’s also why you’re still drawn to him. you’re still hoping that there will be a flaw in the design, that your seemingly parallel lines will intersect somehow. that maybe you won’t have to try and replace him with someone else.

“yeah, kento, i get it,” you tell nanami, sipping on your tea as you watch him get up and go.

you and nanami would not have worked out anyway. not when you’re way too fucked up and he’s comparibly normal. it would be too much for him. you would be too much for him. you stare at the tea in front of you. you kind of miss those dates satoru took you on; trespassing on private property and reliving youth in arcades.

satoru is everything—love, heartache, gambles, sins. both of you are spun from the same thread, and maybe you believe that if soulmates exist, you and him have the same red thread twirled around your pinkies.

though, the fact that he isn’t here simply proves you to be wrong.

last you’d heard, satoru was travelling the world, carefree and spreading his wings like you always knew he would.

you find yourself wishing that perhaps, somehow, you’d meet him again. but you sigh and get up, knowing you are far too old for this wishful thinking.

but where you’d thought that satoru was roaming, you forget that he’s much like a swallow. because now, when you turn around, you catch that same shade of ocean blue staring straight at you, the same white locks that obstructed your vision in the mornings.

the same satoru who’d learned of love through you and you alone. the same satoru who, even if he leaves, will always find his way back to you, no matter how much you try to deny and push him away.

satoru takes two steps forward before he pulls you towards him, his long arms coming around you and holding you tight.

this time, he’s not going to let you go.

“y/n,” he calls your name softly, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “wanna give this another shot?”

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itaipava · 7 months

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— carlos sainz being a simp for you.

he always puts his arm over your shoulder without saying anything or takes his hand out of his pockets to hold yours when you approach him. kisses on the back of your hand when he’s a little distracted by the phone, but still wants to show you affection while you wait for your coffee orders at the cafe. casual hugs at concerts or festivals and him dropping a kiss on the top or back of the neck.

he quietly sneaks up behind you and puts his chin on your shoulder, one arm loosely wrapped around you. and sometimes he doesn’t say a word, casually watching whatever you’re doing on your device; but most times, he starts small conversation like what you’re having for dinner. and often he turns you around mid-conversation so that he can give you a proper hug and a few kisses on your forehead, temple and lips.

it’s not strange for him to know a thing or two about you like which days of the week you’re free. but he pleasantly catches you off-guard by remembering your favorite food, tv shows and characters, and what kinds of pets you want, even when you don’t even remember you told him. and there’s the little not-so-subtle pride and joy in his eyes and grin when he sees you’re touched although he tries to act cool about it by saying without thinking, “why wouldn’t i know that about you? we spend a lot of time together,”

he hugs with his whole heart, like he’s pouring his love for you through the embrace, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close; the kind of hugs that are just tight enough that they make you feel safe and protected. and sometimes, you’re startled by his arms suddenly encircling around you from the side or behind and he chuckles softly against your hair, “sorry baby; just wanted you in my arms,”

he loves to see you sleep. not in a creepy way, but in a genuine and loving way. seeing you sleep peacefully in his arms is one of the few things that makes him feel at peace and forget about everything; he gently runs his finger over your face, as if he’s decorating every detail of you with his fingertips. he either brushes your hair out of your face or else just stands there, watching you calmly with his eyes shining with love and affection like never before. and before going to sleep too, he smiles sideways and leaves a kiss on your forehead before carefully hugging you as if that would protect you - and him - from the whole world.

when he sees you tired or even dozing, he doesn’t think twice about pulling you to him; your head resting on his chest or his lap. he wraps his arms around you and holds you tightly, as if to make sure you know you’ll be safe with him, that nothing bad will happen while he’s here.

he loves taking photos of you; when you travel, you don’t even need to ask him to take photos of you, he simply takes his phone out of his pocket and says “stay there” and walks away a little and starts taking several photos of you. he also likes to take candid photos because he thinks you’re so beautiful and he just can’t resist.

he is always looking out for you in the smallest ways. hair out of place? he’ll fix it and then kiss your head while saying “i got it”. walking around? his hand is on your lower back as he guides you around. he’s also really good at reading your body language and knows when to step in if you’re feeling uncomfortable or tired; will take your hand and kiss your knuckles, saying “i got you” while he takes you home.

doesn’t like being away from you for too long. when he’s away, he sends you pictures of everything he sees and things that remind him of you. “look! these flowers are so pretty, and they’re your favorite color!” or “i’m going to bring you here someday. i promise.” will randomly facetime you just to see your face and hear your voice. from i love you’s to good morning texts, he wants to stay connected with you no matter what.

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spacebarbarianweird · 5 months

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Hello) Playing with a high elf noble Tav right now and just thought... Astarion and Tav with a Noble background headcanons?

Noble Tav is an interesting choice! I will stick to Noble Tav \ any race, but, if you want Noble High Elf Tav, let me know in the asks! There are a lot of things to write about Tav, who is an Elven royalty.

And I also found there is a sub type of Noble Background called Noble Knight. Basically a member of the nobility, who chose a life of adventures and helping the less fortunate, which I also can write, if you send me a request.

Astarion x Noble!Tav

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Headcanons

You were born to luxury and power, being a member of an ancient house whose lineage can be traced back to the first centuries of the Dawn of Humanity.

Will you choose the life of power? Or would you prefer to thrive on your ancestor’s legacy by simply having fun?

Since childhood, you’ve learned a lot about the history, culture, and politics of Faeurn.

You are intelligent, well-behaved, and hungry for power.

That’s why your family chose you to be sent to Baldur’s Gate to establish connections with local lords.

Baldur’s Gate looks like a dumpster to you - too loud, too dirty, too vulgar.

You receive the message that your mother has gone, and you have to return home to rule your lands.

But you are kidnapped by Mindflayers.

There is a positive side to being spoilt-rich from birth.

It’s the desire to live.

Being confident in your skills and luck, you not only manage to escape the inevitable death, but also embrace your legacy as a powerful leader.

You are going to be in charge, kick everyone’s asses and no god will bestow their will upon you.

But there is also a lesson of injustice, unfamiliar to you.

Your vampire lover and his horrible past.

You don’t believe he was a bad person.

And even if he was, he didn’t deserve this cruelty.

Besides, you see through his lies. He tries to look like a nobleman to you, with his mannerisms and habits.

But you know they are as fake as theatre decorations.

If anything, Astarion looks like a former slave trying to blend with his former owners but remaining inferior to the people of power.

Using your skills for diplomacy, you make a lot of allies - and you also think that an army of 7000 spawns is a very good dowry

What if you need them in the future?

You win and accept the title of the Baldur’s Gate hero.

Once Astarion starts burning in the sunlight, he runs away from you and you are afraid he will never come back

He does. But he wants to say goodbyes.

“Darling, I appreciate everything you‘ve done for me. But your future is without me. You are an heir, a fucking nobility. What will your people think about me being a vampire? What will your family think? They will either kill me or kill us both. Live your life, I won’t forget you.”

Before you manage to object, he disappears in the shadows again and you return home brokenhearted.

You feel lonely in your palace and helpless with things you have to do.

Laws to introduce, alliances to make, and shit to deal with.

But one day you wake up, feeling that someone is in your room.

Before you snatch your dagger, a cold hand shuts your mouth.

Astarion sits on your bed, wearing a traveller hunter suit.

“I missed you, love” he whispers, pinning you to bed.

You yell at him. You curse. You are actually so loud you wake up the guardians but when they rush into the room they get an order to treat Astarion as your guest.

You are still angry and you need time.

Astarion has a proposition. “Let’s run away! There is a world to see together. I am free but there isn’t much worth from it if I can’t share it with anybody”

You refuse. You have duties and you won’t abandon them.

You ask him to stay. To rule with you as your “dark consort”.

Besides, it’s always better to have a vampire of your own than having to deal with a vampire you don’t know.

First of all, you forge Astarion a noble ancestry. Anyway, mostly all of the ancient elven families left for the Isle of Evermeet a century ago, and it’s always possible to pretend to be one of them.

Then, you make a good excuse for his nocturnal lifestyle.

A curse. As ancient as your own house. Can’t go into the sunlight, very believable.

But you also offer a reward to anyone who will be able to bring you either a Sunwalker Ring or the Cloak of Dragomir.

Astarion helps you deal with the most difficult legal mess left to you by your ancestors.

He knows about such things much more than your court.

Astarion is your consort, your advisor, your right hand. He rules from shadows, meanwhile you shine in the sunlight.

Astarion enjoys this life of luxury to the extreme.

The best fabric for his clothes, the softest bedlinen, adornments you could buy a village with.

He is also very good at managing the palace - especially the dungeons below it, which hold thousands of secrets.

And Astarion often calls himself “your trophy husband”.

Well, he is. As the Baldur’s Gate savior, you returned empty-handed.

A beautiful prince is the least you could claim!

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gold rush | cole walter

cole walter x female mc

summary: gracie has never been in love. she thinks. though, the enigmatic cole walter seems to have invaded her thoughts and infected her in every sense. she's completely enamored. too bad every other girl is too.

word count: 3.5k

author's note: i thought we could have a little haley james tutor moment and it was so much fun to write

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

When we are little, our mothers always tell us to never stare at the sun. That the brightness is too much for our delicate irises. It's hard to imagine that something so essential to our lives can be just as harmful. We count on the sun to rise, as much as we count on it to set. It's a constant in our lives, the kind of thing that feels comforting because you know that no matter what, it will never leave.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

I startle as the bell pulls me from my thoughts, the ramblings of my calculus teacher going in one ear and out the other. Truly, I try to pay attention in class. But it's hard when he's sitting right there, not knowing. Not knowing that I would do anything to have the privilege of loving him.

I've always wondered what it must be like to grow up that beautiful. With the kind of hair that falls into place like dominoes and the kind of eyes that captivate a room. I've never been anything special. Not like Cole Walter. He's enigmatic, pulling everyone in and willing us to look in his direction.

Standing from my desk, I take my books into my arms and beeline for the lockers. I've got work after school, and we just got a new shipment in, meaning I get to spend my time reading the backs of the covers and creating a mental tbr. I force myself to forget Cole, hating how much of my thoughts he seems to consume when he barely knows my name.

Sure, we've been in class together since grade-school, but he's always hung around Dylan and Erin. Never me, not that I've even tried to be his friend. I'm not good at that kind of stuff. I much prefer to keep to myself, silently admiring him, because it's comfortable. He'll never know how much he consumes me, but that's okay. He doesn't need to. My crush on Cole Walter is as steady as the sun that rises each day. The sun never thinks about me, it just simply exists, and the rest of us revolve around it.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

The next week, my calculus teacher asks me to stay after class. To be completely honest, I was confused, since I was doing well in his class. I had even aced the last test.

"Gracie, I wanted to ask you a favor. I have a student who is really struggling in this class and I think that he would greatly benefit from your insights. Of course, you would get volunteer hours, but I was wondering if you could offer your time to tutor him?"

My brows furrow, Mr. Henry leaning against his desk, his arms crossed in front of him. I've tutored kids before, but it was always through the tutoring center at school. A teacher has never explicitly asked me to tutor one kid in one subject.

I don't really have the time, working at the bookstore, being on the volleyball team, and balancing my other courses. But I would hate to let Mr. Henry down, since he's one of my favorite teachers. And the people-pleaser in me can rarely find myself saying no. Which is why I nod, holding tightly onto the straps of my backpack.

"Yeah, of course. I'm free seventh period, so if you could just send him to the tutoring center then, that would be great."

Mr. Henry looks relieved, sending me a smile of approval.

"Perfect, thank you so much Gracie."

"Mhm." I nod as I begin to leave the classroom, "See ya, Mr. Henry."

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

I feel like a little kid again, like at any moment I'm going to be scolded for looking at the sun for too long. But it's kind of hard not to stare when none other than Cole Walter walked into the tutoring center.

He's holding a green slip of paper, his blond hair gracefully falling into place. A simple grey t-shirt clings to his torso, his tanned arms seeming to shine as if he wasn't even from this world. A smirk adorns his lips, as his eyes connect with mine. I swear I feel my heart stutter in my chest.

"Gracie?" He lifts the paper in my direction.

I don't know if I can do this. I don't want him to be real. I'm perfectly fine with him being a figment of my imagination, a projection of my personal life. He didn't know me. He didn't need to. We would graduate and my silly crush on Cole Walter would disappear as if it were a hummingbird in the spring. There one minute, gone the next. And I was okay with that. He was never supposed to be permanent. But I'm afraid that if I get to know him, one of two things will happen.

He is nothing like my brain has projected onto him, and this daydream of mine is inevitably ruined.

This crush of mine becomes something so permanent that I fear I will never be able to scrub it from my brain.

Either one sounds like hell.

I realize that I haven't responded yet, and Cole is giving me an odd look that I can't quite decipher.

"Oh yeah, hi." I scramble to say, standing up from the table and holding my hand out like an idiot.

Cole's eyes glance down at my hand before bouncing back up to my face. Reluctantly his palm slides against mine and he gives it a good shake before pulling away with a laugh.

"So formal."

He pulls the chair out next to mine, throwing his body into it and leaning over to reach into his backpack.

"Sorry." My cheeks heat with embarrassment as I sit back down.

His scent immediately intoxicates me, and I can't tell if it's cologne or just him. The woodsy notes fill my senses and I can't help but wonder if he knows how enamored everyone is by Cole Walter.

"So, Mr. Henry seems to think that I need some help with calculus. Can you help me, Gracie?"

I give him a soft smile, not daring to look him in the eyes. They're the most inviting waters, though I would hate to feel like a sinking ship.

"I suppose I could, Cole."

He pulls his last test out of his folder, sliding it in my direction for me to look it over.

"Do you tutor a lot?"

I hate the way that his voice fills me, making my whole body flush just from his proximity.

"Um, not as much anymore. I'm kind of busy recently."

My eyes scan over the pages of his test as I nervously tap my fingers against the fabric of my jeans. In all honesty, Cole has a pretty good grasp of the concepts, he just struggles with using them.

Cole's silent for a moment before speaking again.

"Hm. Busy with what?"

I ignore his question, finally pulling my eyes up to look at him.

"I think this is fixable. You're not bad at calculus, Cole. We just need to work on applying the stuff you already know."

I don't want Cole to know things about me because I don't want him to become real. The more distance I keep, the more comfortable I am. There nothing I would hate more than for him to realize that I'm just as obsessed with him as every other girl. It's pathetic, really, the way that he just pulls me in without even knowing.

But I don't want a gold rush. I want something real, tangible. Cole Walter is nothing more than the kind of hope that humans hold on to. It's too good to be true, and I would much rather be looking at it from a distance than get to close and realize that it's all been a lie that I've been telling myself.

Cole seems a little caught off guard with my deflection, his eyes flicking between mine as if deciding whether to call me out for it. He doesn't, going along with me instead.

"Sure. Teach me the art of integrals, Gracie."

I work with Cole on correcting his test for the next hour, determined to focus on something that makes sense to me. Calculus. When the hour hand of the clock reaches three, I write down a list of practice problems for Cole to work on at home.

"Alright, these are for you to work on, and we'll go over them at our next session, okay?"

I start to put my textbook into my bag, standing to leave.

"Okay," Cole draws out, still sitting at the table.

He looks like heaven sitting there, the evening light hitting his skin in an angelic way. It seems as if even the sun herself can't resist Cole Walter.

"Okay." I breath out, giving him a curt nod before leaving the room.

I feel as if I can finally breath again as I step into the parking lot, allowing the fresh air to fill my lungs and clear my head. Heading toward my green Jeep, I halt when I hear someone call my name. I turn around, hand pausing on the handle of the driver's door.

Cole is walking in my direction and I think for a moment that I forgot something at the table. When he reaches me, he leans his arm against the hood of my car, taking a moment to admire my biggest pride.

"Nice car." He gives me a smile that allows dimples to form at his cheeks, and there's something so human about it that it makes me dizzy.

"Thanks."

He doesn't say anything for a moment, and I turn my head to scan around the parking lot, confused.

"Did you need something?"

I probably sound like a bitch, but I have work at 3:30 and I don't want Mary to be upset with me.

"Oh, uh yeah. I can't do seventh period for our next tutoring session. Taking my sister to her football practice."

"Oh. Well I have volleyball in the morning and work after school- I can't really do any other time."

"You could come to my house after work?"

The question catches me so off guard that I swear I almost start to violently cough.

"I couldn't- I get off pretty late and I don't want to make you wait for me. We could just wait until next week."

Cole seems amused at my rambling, tilting his head while my eyes fight to look anywhere else but him.

"Nah, it's cool if you're okay with it. I really want to do good in calc. Here, give me your phone."

He holds his hand out and I don't even hesitate before putting the cream phone case into his palm. Cole adds his number to my phone, texting himself to set it up.

"Okay, just text me when you get off and I'll send you my address. See you tomorrow, tutor girl."

I feel like my body is frozen in place as he backs away, waving at me before getting into his truck.

Cole Walter just put his number in my phone. My. Phone. What the fuck.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

I think that my favorite thing about the sun is that it holds our entire solar system together. Its gravity is so magnetic that it keeps all of the planets orbiting around it in a constant rhythm.

It provides all possibility of life for us, while not harboring any of its own.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

The next day, I feel like my shift at the bookstore lasts a million years. Time moves slowly, inching by as I dread going to Cole's house. Like I said, I don't like that he's becoming real. And even worse, I hate that I almost like him more now that I've been around him. This is absolutely dreadful.

I hold my chin in my hand as I watch the minutes tick by, my body shielded by the register. Today's been pretty slow, though I did see a new paperback release from Emily Henry that has me wanting to buy it immediately. When it reaches 7:30, Mary wanders to the front, letting me off. My stomach drops with butterflies when the reality of seeing Cole Walter's life outside of school settles in. It feels wrong, in a way.

Reluctantly, I type out a message to Cole, praying that he remembered the fact that we were supposed to meet after I got off work.

Gracie: hey, it's gracie! i just got off work if we're still good for tutoring

Cole wastes no time sending me his address, about ten minutes away.

Cole: See ya soon, tutor girl ;)

I ignore the way that heat flushes my cheeks from his text and drive to his house, admiring the way that the sunset paints the sky with the final light of the day.

When I pull up to the ranch house, the pale yellow home seems to tell a story. The final streaks of light disappear beyond the tops of the aspen trees, and the moon peeks over the horizon. I text Cole to let him know that I'm here before grabbing my backpack and closing the door of my Jeep.

Cole meets me at the front door, swinging it open as I walk up the porch steps, the dark wood creaking beneath me. He flashes me a smile and I notice his eyes scan me up and down before settling on my face. I'm wearing a pair of baggy low rise jeans with a simple black tank top, a white pair of sneakers on my feet. My hair is in waves, the dark hair cascading to the middle of my back.

My lips lift softly in his direction, as he leans against the doorframe. He adorns a worn broncos shirt and a pair of grey sweats, looking so effortlessly beautiful. My hands clutch onto the straps of my bag as I stand in front of him, needing something to release the pent up nerves.

"Hey." I rock uncomfortably on my heels.

"Hey," he nods his head toward the house, "here, come on in."

I follow him inside, kicking off my shoes at the entrance before glancing around in the house. Warm wood encases the surfaces, the walls covered in photos and artwork. My home is nothing like this, almost sterile in comparison.

I hate how much more real it makes him feel.

Cole heads up the stair case and I follow, my eyes scanning each image, trying to understand how a family could have this many photos. He waits at the top, watching as I pause on a couple of the pictures, admiring the large smiles that grace the Walter boys as they grow.

"There's so many." I breath out at the top of the staircase, Cole twisting the handle of his door.

"Yeah, we get that a lot." Cole laughs.

"No I mean, there's so many pictures. I think my mom maybe has five pictures of me as a baby."

Cole gives me an odd look, and I realize that I just told him something real about me. It's something that I didn't realize was that weird until I started visiting my friend's houses growing up. That the parents saw their kids as their biggest accomplishments, rather than a burden to take care of until I move out. Though, I've never known anything different, so I don't think it really bothers me.

"Anyway," I work to change the subject, resting my backpack against the corner of his bed frame, "did you finish those problems?"

He doesn't say anything for a second, before internally shaking himself out of it and clearing his throat.

"Yeah, all except one. I didn't know where to start."

I nod, placing my textbook on the floor next to his bed and sliding myself to a sitting position, knees pulled to my chest.

"How was work?" Cole asks, handing me his problem sheet before laying on top of the bed, head close to mine.

"Slow. But we got in a new book I really want to read so that's fun."

Cole's head is next to mine as we both scan his paper, and I give him corrections as well as a starting point for the problem he was confused on. His proximity has my chest tightening, my whole body feeling like it's in fight or flight mode. I can feel his breath warm against me, his heat radiating like a phone you've been using too long.

I play with my fingernails as Cole works on the problem. It's so weird being in his room, seeing the posters he hung up as memories of his childhood. His fascinations and all the little things that make Cole Walter, Cole Walter.

"Done." I startle at his voice and the feeling of his arm as it brushes against my shoulder to hand me the paper.

My eyes catch on a bookshelf, filled with worn paperbacks.

"You like to read?"

I turn my head to catch Cole's eyes, and he's a lot closer than I expected, our faces merely inches apart.

"Yeah. Mostly just the shit that my dad buys for me at garage sales, though. Bet that's pretty funny since I'm kind of shit at school, huh, tutor girl."

I roll my eyes playfully, a smile involuntarily taking over my face.

"Okay, first of all, you're not shit as school, Cole. And second of all, stop calling me that."

"Or what?" His voice drops, shivers covering my spine.

I gulp, my mind racing to convince myself that this isn't real. It's another daydream that will disappear as soon as I wake myself up. Cole's too close, and he's looking at me in a way that I can't understand.

Gold rush, I remind myself. He's not real.

"How have we never talked before, Gracie?" His eyes don't leave mine.

The Sun, being a dynamic star, is constantly changing. At least, that's what NASA says. And I believe them for the most part. For so long, Cole has been this comfortable force in my life, something just out of reach, but always there. As much as I never want that to change, I can't help but think that this is worth the risk. Because just as the Sun, we are also constantly changing.

Cole is propped up by his elbow, his chest in my direction. His scent, as always, is intoxicating and now I'm certain that it's just him.

"I don't know. I guess I've always been too nervous." I confess.

"That's such bullshit. You're like a billion times more interesting than me."

"Cole. You have no idea the effect you have on people." I breath out, blinking slowly as he scans over my face.

Cole's head dips slightly, and he's suddenly close enough that if I were to lean slightly, we would be kissing. His hand reaches to my cheek, my breath catching at the soft touch.

"Gracie." He whispers.

All I can do is nod, answering the question he seemed to be asking.

He brushes his lips against mine, softly, before leaning in fully. And it doesn't feel quite real, that Cole Walter is kissing me. Eighteen years of life, eight of them spent consumed by him when I was so sure he didn't even know I existed. I'd dated, but Cole was always there, a place in my mind just for him.

My eyes flutter shut as I lean into his touch, our lips molded together in a dance. He increases the pressure, tilting my head back with his thumb against my jaw. Cole's tongue teases my lips, and they part to allow him access as he moans softly against my mouth.

I'd never felt like this before, not even with my ex-boyfriend who I had dated for two years. This felt electric, something so overwhelming that my whole body was on fire.

I pull away slightly, needing to remember that it's not real. When Cole goes to kiss me again, I tilt my head toward the floor.

"I- um. I should get going. I'll send you the practice test for the exam next week, okay?"

I stand up and swing my backpack over my shoulder, stepping toward his door and swinging it open.

Part of me feels bad, but I don't want to be another girl on Cole's roster. It's just another crack breaking through the delusion that I've been convincing myself of for years.

Cole's eyes are soft on mine when I raise my head to look at him again.

"Are you serious right now?"

"Yeah, I'll see you around, Cole."

I walk out, trying to keep my head held up until I climb inside my car. My forehead rests against the steering wheel as inevitable tears escape me.

It's best to let him go. I would hate to fall for him, only to be crushed when I reach reality. Because falling is magical until that final bone crush, when everything hits at once.

#cole walter #my life with the walter boys #fanfic #fanfiction #cole walter oneshot #mlwtwb #mlwtwb imagines #cole x reader

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badsweetangel · 2 months

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Hi! I'm not sure if your requests are open, if not just ignore this. I would like to request a one shot for BBC sherlock holmes x fem!reader in which the reader is feeling a little useless because she is pregnant and the baby is close to being born and because of that she cannot accompany Sherlock on the cases.So Sherlock comforts her by saying that she is very important and that she can help from afar. I don't care if it's a little OOC, I just want some comfort, sorry for the bad English, I'm having to use an AI translator to fix the mistakes, lol

Patience (BBC Sherlock x reader)

Warnings: Sherlock is an idiot, Sherlock and the reader are not a couple. Sherlock being kind in his purest style.

Well, there you were, in your apartment, alone. Thinking about situations that were not good for you and once again blaming yourself. Ever since you found out you were pregnant, your hands shook a little because you didn't know if you were ready for it. Anyway, you knew things would change quite a bit.

You didn't think it would happen so quickly.

You should rest and take care of yourself. And that meant staying home.

And it was too much for you.

Clearly going to Sherlock's investigations would not make you calm. Quite the opposite. You had to be alert, because around every corner there was danger and adding to that, you had to put up with Sherlock's comments all the time. Altering yourself was not an option.

Sherlock didn't listen to anyone, so your early disappearance on cases hadn't mattered too much to him. In a second he had figured it out when he paid attention and then, he changed the subject. He acted as if nothing had happened. You clearly weren't surprised, because well, it was Sherlock. He did those things. His mind was always alert and working, he did not pay attention to the little things that might arise along the way. Besides, those types of interactions bored him.

John, however, went a couple of times. He stayed by your side for a while, asking if you needed anything. Once you cordially denied, he wasn't much more. Clearly he was a good man, but he really had more things to do. And you understood it.

You felt useless and alone. You couldn't help Sherlock and it seemed like that made them forget about you. First, you felt sad. Then offended. Finally, it was anger. Pure anger. You understood that the cases were important, but it didn't cost them anything to go see you for at least one day. Sherlock didn't even send you a congratulations.

Of course, he wasn't that kind of person. But, at least he could have been a little kind. Although, in an instant you knew that he simply wasn't that kind of person. Did you know. Still you went with him.

On a rainy night, you wandered the streets and it was always too cold. You clearly walked with a destination in mind, but you pretended you were just strolling.

You stopped at his door and waited. You felt anger building inside you, for leaving you alone and not even visiting you once.

Although you knew he really didn't have to.

But it's what you wanted me to do.

You felt worthless, because that's how he had made you feel. He hadn't even called you to ask you out of courtesy if you wanted to help him with a case and that made you angry because you hoped he wouldn't just throw you aside.

You waited a long time, they were clearly not there. Neither of them, then footsteps were heard, accelerated steps. Your heart was beating very hard and you prepared yourself for the worst.

Sherlock looked at you, frowned a little, and in an instant, he knew. You knew he knew. He knew you quite well. Anyway, you were pretty transparent.

He opened the door and you both walked in, you followed them. John greeted you warmly.

“Why do you just ignore me?” You asked him, bluntly.

He simply lay down on his couch and closed his eyes. He just kept ignoring you.

“No, you won't” You shouted, walking towards where he was.

“I think you should calm down,” John told you, worried about you.

“You're supposed to care about your friends,” you said, losing control a little.

John shook his head, knowing what was coming.

“I don't have any friends,” Sherlock simply said, without moving a muscle.

You were stunned. He was really an idiot. You knew it, clearly. But, because it was you, you thought it would be different.

You just left. You heard John in the distance, calling you, trying to fix something. But, there wasn't much to do anymore.

When you returned to your apartment, it was sad. You were alone. Furthermore, you knew that he only spoke to you when you were functional. So your self-destructive feelings just increased.

You felt your eyes close as your pillow became wet with your tears.

A lot of time passed. The situation was gradually being left behind. You were understanding many things little by little.

Until one day he appeared at your door.

He had a serious face. He just walked by and you hadn't even let him in.

“I need your opinion on a case,” he said, simply.

"Are you talking seriously?" You said, offended.

He was literally ignoring everything else and it got to you. He didn't even ask for forgiveness, he just came.

"Problem?"

You didn't even move from your spot. He would just talk and tell you details. You weren't very attentive, because you were angry. However, you were able to notice something. What he was asking you was something he probably already knew. There was no way the great Sherlock Holmes was asking something like that. Maybe yes in your best dreams.

You knew it was his way of apologizing.

You approached him, told him what he wanted to hear and there was silence. You didn't want to ask anything.

He was talking and talking, about his deductions and what that he had discovered. Very proud of himself. It's something he liked. He liked to be heard talking.

You didn't say anything, you just nodded.

“Thank you,” Sherlock said, not for your help with the case, but for something else, for the patience he knew he required.

“John wants to see you more often, he's annoying,” Sherlock said.

You smiled. Maybe it was his way of telling you that he wanted to see you and you are important for him.

#bbc sherlock x you #bbc sherlock x reader #sherlock x reader #bbc sherlock holmes #sherlock bbc #sherlock holmes #sherlock x you #sherlock x y/n

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bchanslvr · 2 years

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hey! can i please request some fluff with harry potter? it can be anything you want! 💘

strawberry shortcake [hp x fem!reader]

word count — 2k (2, 954)

warnings — kissing, anxiety? overal no warnings

summary — you get a bad score and your loving boyfriend comes to the rescue to comfort you.

a/n — thank you for the request!! i couldn't think of an idea so i just came up with one from my own life. basically i had this test that i failed so my math grade from a b to a d.. and so i thought why not just use that and your request to create a fluffy harry x reader where he comforts the reader after a bad grade. i hope you enjoy. also i think i'd like to start writing on here again. and i swear i'll actually do ideas that you guys send me so please send any interesting ideas for me to do. also i tried to check for all grammar errors but im only human after all <3

you felt like your eyes were going to bulge out of your head when you saw your history of magic score. god save me, you thought.

you were stupid. you had a week to study, yet like you always do, you procrastinated and studied for 15 minutes before going to sleep.

and of course the material didn't stick in your head, so you got a poor score on the test. gosh not even poor, it was a tragedy. 13/45? come on. your grade was going to be a disaster. especially so close to break and finals. what were you going to do about it?

your mind was racing a million miles per hour thinking of anything that can help, but you kept running into obstacles.

how about i go during my free time for tutoring? you thought. yes that'll be great! oh wait. i need to go on my plant in herbology. scratch that. how about i beg for a retake? oh who am i kidding? he hates me he'll never let me re-take. maybe i can tell him a sob story, and then he'll have to be sympathetic and help in some way. i know he doesn't do extra credit but-

"hey y/n" harry said walking over to you with his messanger bag in hand.

you stood there frozen for a minute before looking up to say "oh.. hi harry..".

and well, harry could be oblivious sometimes. well, most of the time, but he saw the apathetic look on your face, and he just knew something was wrong. he was smart enough to know he couldn't ask you head on so he said,

"listen, y/n, i see something bothering you, so do you think you would want to go to hosmead after school with me to help you feel better? after all that's what i'm hear for" harry said.

"um... well... i... oh, forget it; yes, I'll come. meet me near the willow tree at 5 and we'll head there. maybe it will clear my mind. thank you again, harry," you said with a wide grin because at least you had someone who cared about you.

"no problem sugar, try to keep your head up till the rest of the day. ill see you later!!" harry said before winking at you and leaving the classroom.

you simply smiled back at him and began packing up your stuff to head out to your next class which was at the oppostie of the end of the school so you had to hurry before you were late.

the rest of the day passed by in such a blur. you didn't pay attention in any of your classes and just sat there in your seat like a statue. you almost ended up falling asleep in charms, but your partner bumped your elbow in time before professor flitchwick came by your seat and harassed you.

you couldn't wait to go to hogsmead with harry. you were having a terrible week, so you really needed this.

so you got to your dorm, did the usual stuff. put away your things, took a long shower, spent more than 10 minutes figuring out what you were going to wear, and just barely ran to the tree on time.

lucky for you, harry was just arriving as well, so you weren't late.

"hi sweetheart! im glad you made it" harry said after giving you a peck kiss on your cheek.

you felt your cheeks heat up, and pshh, whatttt that's just because of how cold it is outside since it's the beginning of november. totally not because of harry's gesture.

you still couldn't believe you scored with the pride of the school. everything that happened between meeting him and dating him was golden. you once believed that love would be black and white, but it's golden.

anyways you need to stop going back to the past and try to stay in the present more.

".. so i was just thinking we'd hit up the leaky cauldron and get a drink and then we can go anywhere you like. like if you have any errands to run. we could do that."

you smiled at him and said, "yes, butterbeer sounds great. "

he smiled back at you and intertwined his fingers with yours.

you tightened your grip on his hand, and smiled to yourself. walking hand in hand to hogsmead.

you guys window shopped until you got to the leaky cauldron. harry being close with the bartender, got to get booth seats and two butterbeers for free cause it was "long over due".

you sat opposite of each other. playing tootsie and giggling at each other's stories about random things like first years.

you stayed there until your drinks were long over, and you guys just talked about whats going on in your lives.

and all too soon it started getting darker, so you had to start leaving. harry gave the bartender a big tip after he once again intertwined his fingers with yours.

you arms swang together as you shuffled closer to stay warm.

kicking the snow on the ground and living carefree.

walking and talking all the way till he reached your dorm door.

"so.. this is it for today. tomorrow we can go somewhere else, okay? so i guess it's good night love, sleep well-" he started before being interrupted.

"but i want you to stay!" you said, pouting.

"what?" he said, confused.

"yes, harry you heard me, i want you to stay." you said adamentally.

"but what about the enchantments?" he asked.

"oh don't worry hermione got those removed for all of us a long long time ago when she started dating ron"

"your kidding. you absolutey joking with me right?" he said looking ludocrus.

"no honey, im being 100% serious right now" you said smirking at his dumb expression.

"and nobody told me???? i wanted to sleep next to you the entire time, but i though the enchantments were going to block me. why didn't you say anything?" he said, now being the one who was pouting.

"i don't know why my love. and i'm so sorry; can we cuddle now?" you asked. eye lashes fluttering at him so pretty he just had to give in.

"oh alright, i forgive you" he said smiling.

"yay!" you said as you dragged him by the hand and onto your bed. he would've still be mad at you but how can he be when he sees those eyes of yours that just stare at him full of love, every single minute of your day?

"...and then eat and-hello? harry? HARRY! are you even listening?" you asked, snapping your fingers in front of his face to catch his attention

"oh! woops i'm sorry dove, i got lost in your eyes"

"oh please" you asked, blushing.

"no love, i'm being totally serious right now. they're my favorite part about you. they tell me everything i need to know before it even comes out of your mouth," he said, bringing his hand to caress your right cheek in a loving manner.

"well- i-" you sputter, trying to think of something to say.

"shut up" he says, in a demanding manner.

he pushed you onto the bed, so that your back was against it and he was on top of you. he was smirking and checking you out as you layed there.

and, to be honest, it made you.. feel things. warm cheeks and a fluttery feeling inside

you loved harry, he was a wonderful man. but God, he was so slow.

he never got any "action" in the love department before you. which you enjoyed because you liked the thought that you would be his first everything.

so far, nothing more than a heavy make-out session with some clothes off has happened. and you would never ever push him or force him to satisfy you until he comes to you.

and you'd wait as long as he made you but he was so dense sometimes.

like now. he doesn't even know the things he does to your insides as he looks at you like that.

"well are you gonna do something or just stare at me like that?" you ask.

he smiled and pressed his lips against yours. his soft velvety lips that have been bitten and chewed on were perfect against yours.

you ran your fingers through the side of his hair and pulled him close till he was one against your boobs.

his hand traveled to your neck, holding you until you had to break apart to breathe.

you giggled at his dazed expression and then pushed him over and straddled him so now you were on top.

now it was his turn to chuckle as he looked up at you with those gorgeous green eyes.

sparkling admised the red curtains and your bed sheets.

you couldn't help it as you smashed his lips into yours once again. it was safe to say you were completely mad for him as he grabbed your waist closer to him.

his hands roamed all over your body. squeezing and pinching and holding any part of your body he could reach. his hands werecoming over to squeeze your ass when-

"Y/N!!! Y?N?? WHERE ARE YOU I NEED TO TELL YOU THAT ME AND RON ARE- ohhhh..." hermione said as she barged into your shared dorm.

you broke apart so fast you must of his hit his head with your chin. ron stood behind hermione shell-shocked and she stood there with the doorknob in her hand speechless.

"im so sorry y/n oh my gosh. i can stay in ron's dorm tonight. don't worry about it. i-uhm have fun you two?.. hahaha bye."

and they slammed the door after that and you could hear them running away frantically. trying to erase the memory of each of their best friends getting it on.

you just sat there on his lap not knowing what just happened and he broke out in a loud laugh. that kind of contagious laugh that cheers everyone up.

you joined him in it and rolled him over so you were both lying on your sides facing each other.

"the l0ook on ron's face i- cant-t"

soon enough the laughing simmidered down and you both just stared at each other.

he was thinking of how lucky he was to have you when you interrupted his train of thought to say: "i actually have the matching pajama set that you got us for christmas last year remember? we couldn't wear it because we were so busy. why don't we wear it now?" you inquired.

"oh yeah! i remember! that's a great idea y/n!" he said, grabbing your cheeks in both hands, squishing them together "my baby's a genius isn't she" he baby talked to you and made you smile and laugh till your jaws hurt.

he then went to get the clothes for you. before yelling about how the girls dormitory had more room than the boys to which you giggled at from where you were on the bed. he then finally brought them back to your bed.

it wasn't anything much it had a snowman and snowflake print on the pants in a velvety soft material, and a ringer tee that said "oh deer"

you went into the bathroom to change happily. thinking about how you still went somewhere else to change even though it has been almost a year of dating him. you were still scared of him seeing you all barren like that and he didn't mind.

but if he was to say, he wouldn't mind you looking like that.

he cleared his throat and looked around to distract his thoughts of you before you showed up dressed looking the most perfect holiday angel.

he couldn't help but blush slightly as you sauntered over with a goofy smile on your face. he didn't like that it rendered his muscles into jello and his stomach to jump around like it did.

"come on now don't make me wait!" you said, giggling and jumping onto your side of the bed.

he smiled at you before joining next to you on the bed. he made himself more comfortable before he thought of something.

"do you want to go down for dinner love?" he asked

"hmphhh, i frogot about that. ughhhhhh do we have toooooo?? m' to comfortable." you said, pulling your blanket higher over you and melting into harry's side and the pillow.

he chuckled again, "that's just what i was about to say. don't worry i have it all sorted out"

he clapped twice before winky the elf walked out of thin air and bowed down to harry.

"hi there winky, how have you been?" harry asked genuinely.

"i've been good sir. how has master harry potter been?"

"i've been good. listen now, i have a request. can you bring us our dinner to our bed? i don't know if it's allowed but me and my girlfriend here don't want to walk down to dinner. can you do that?"

"sure winky can bring food for master harry potter and his girlfriend! winky would be delighted to be of service!"

"thank you winky i know i can count on you. could you also bring us two glasses of water and any dessert you have?"

"yes sir i'll be back here as soon as i can!"

and just like that she disappeared again leaving you guys in silence.

"well well well... look at you, with your own personal elf huh? what will hermione think?"

"shut up, winky actually likes to work and i'm just helping her to be in service" he said, and with that he pinched you.

"oww!! harry!! i know i was just teasing you. and you know actually in my house when you clap two times you either turn on or off a light not make an elf appear"

"oh yeah well-"

winky appeared out of thin air again with a tray in her hands

"here you are sir and sir's girlfriend. for your dessert like you asked i brought you somthing we had left over, strawberry shortcakes!! is this okay for master harry potter?" she asked.

harry grabbed it from her hand and placed in the middle of the bed.

"it's perfect winky thank you. you are dismissed now. "thank you sir. if there is anything else you would like me to do winky will be glad to service you again!"

she disappeared out of the thin air she came from.

"alright then dig in my love" he said.

"thank you harry, you're a dear" you say.

he blushed at the nickname but ate nonetheless. until you got to the dessert, you guys sat in a comfortable silence. but just when you were about to dig in on the cake both of your utensils clinked as they were reaching for the cake at the same time.

you looked at each other and laughed. "how about we do this? i know this might be a little cringe but i can feed you and you can feed me"

"ah yes be romantic in our bed with pajamas on, sure let's" harry said chuckling.

you shook your head with a smile and grabbed a piece on your fork, his mouth wide open and waiting. you gently pushed it into his mouth and brought it back out.

then it was his turn to dip his fork into the cheesecake and feed it to you like that. that kept altering until the cake was done. when it was done and about to be cleaned up you observed a small piece of frosting hanging on his chin.

you smiled to your self before putting your thumb into your mouth to collect wetness before wiping away the smudge.

he seemed surprised at first and then finally came to his senses.

he grabbed your wrist when it was just about to leave and pulled you closer. you look at him startled before he smashed his lips onto you once again. he pressed himself against you and warmed you up from the inside.

he tasted like strawberries and smelled like the leftover smell of a fireplace that's been extingushed.

you closed your eyes and gave in to his ministrations. allowing him to place you on your back on your bed again and kiss you like no tomorrow. you were panting as you broke apart.

that went on for a few more minutes till the high went off and he seemed embarrassed of what he did.

"harry. darling. don't worry. i liked it. if you hadn't started it, i would've" you said, caressing his arm.

he seemed to be reassured in your words and smiled at you. he put the tray away for the elfs to get in the morning along with your clothes to be washed.

you both set yourself comfortable and snuggled into the warm covers.

you wanted to face him but your back demanded to be faced the other way. you swore you had a back problem, and you were not even twenty!! so you faced your back to his face. thought he didn't mind. he actually preferred it this way because he could put his leg on top of you pull you closer to his chest.

you could feel his breath down your neck and his hand inching over your stomach lacing with yours. his face hidden among your soft hair.

you layed there content and belly full with the love of your life and delicious food. your bad score from the morning is a faint memory in the back of your mind. you can worry about that when exams come but for now life was good.

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vicsnook · 10 months

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Long Story Short | Bob Floyd x Reader

word count: 1018

warnings: arguing, profanity

song pairing: Long Story Short - Taylor Swift

notes: Hey y’all!! This is pt 3 to Wildest Dreams and Exile but Bob’s version! There will be more parts to this which will be linked under Bob in my masterlist. If you’re Team Jake, in my masterlist you will find Cruel Summer which is pt 3 to this but Jake’s version (will be posted Sunday 😅). Hope y’all enjoy!!! Please if you don’t mind, don’t forget to like and reblog and thank you for the previous ones!!! 🫶🏼

Fatefully

I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me

It was now Thursday. 3 days since the fight between Bob and Jake and since you told Nat everything. Everyone at work initially tried to find out what happened but when they realized none of you were going to say anything they quit asking. All of the bruises were now turning yellow but yours were hidden under what felt like a pound of concealer.

Maverick had pulled Bob and Jake aside to ask if there was anything he should know but neither men told him anything. You assumed the concealer was working since he never asked you. Everyone continued the exercises without a hitch. The only noticeable difference was that you always headed off home instantly after the squad was dismissed.

Misery

Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep

The past few nights you’d woken up screaming. In your nightmares, you couldn't stop the fight and one of the boys always got seriously hurt. It was the same nightmare each night but with a different guy being left in the hospital each time. Bob had called each day since the fight and asked how you were, never pressuring you to talk and apologizing endlessly. Jake on the other hand was radio silent.

And you passed right by

I was in the alley, surrounded on all sides

After you were done with your exercises that morning you headed for the vending machines in the conference room. Regretting it immediately as you shut the door and came face to face with Jake.

“Hey” you whispered as he stood in front of you. His eyes were cold, sending a shiver down your spine. “Excuse me, I have somewhere to be.” he replied and reached for the door handle behind you but the door handle didn’t turn.

And I fell from the pedestal

Right down the rabbit hole

Long story short, it was a bad time

“It’s fucking stuck, of course.” He sighed as he let go of the handle. You turned around to try it and confirmed it was indeed stuck. Most doors at the Academy tended to get stuck due to being so old. “Can we talk?” you asked as you sat on the table across from him. “Well, I don’t think I have much of a choice.” He replied sarcastically.

“Please don’t be like that,” you retorted and he chuckled sarcastically in response.

“What do you want from me, Peach?”

“I just want to fix things or try to.”

“Look, I’ll fix it for you. It was just sex. I don’t care what you do, we’re just teammates.” He said, the Hangman persona clearly at play which you knew he resorted to in difficult conversations.

“Teammates? I thought we were at least friends. Was it really just sex for you?” You asked, afraid you knew the answer because Hangman didn’t care about your feelings even if Jake did.

“Friends? No, I just wanted to fuck you, Peach.” He answered coldly. The tears starting to pool in your eyes.

“What?” You asked, trying to get past Hangman and to Jake.

“Oh Peach, I bet Mickey that I could sleep with you before the summer was over.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Oh darlin’ I sure did. Ask him.” His smug look told you he knew you wouldn’t ask because then you’d have to tell Mickey why you wanted to know.

“Why did you stick around so long? Why did you keep coming back until Bob showed up then? If it was just a bet?” you asked, beginning to stand up from the chair and heading for the door.

“Well honey, to put it simply, I was just bored. I was always going to leave but Bobby here gave me the perfect out. Why’d you think I haven’t answered your calls?

You turned away from him and pushed on the door as you turned the handle. Still stuck. But as you pushed again it opened causing you to lose your balance and land on the floor.

“Peach?” asked Bob who’d been walking down the hall. He extended his hand and helped you up as Hangman walked past you both. You thanked him and turned to walk off but he grabbed your wrist.

“What’s wrong?” His blue eyes scanning your tear stained face. “Not here.” You murmured quietly, leading him outside to your car.

—

Pushed from the precipice

Clung to the nearest lips

Long story short, it was the wrong guy

You had explained everything to Bob as you drove towards the beach. He listened quietly but you noticed his jaw tense when you told him about you and Jake. His fists balling up when you finished off with what Jake had just said in the conference room.

As you both sat down in the sand he reached over and caressed your cheek but stopped quickly as you winced. “Sorry, I forgot about the bruise” he mumbled as you shook your head and gave him a small smile.

“I want to tell you something.” He said, breaking the silence and then he explained that Cobra kissed him the night after you and him broke up. It never went further than a few kisses but he felt you should know.

“Don’t beat yourself up about Hangman. I was out of line. You had all the right to do whatever you wanted.” He said as you looked ahead at the ocean.

“I shouldn’t have and I don’t want you to think I’m coming back to you just because of what he said either.”

No more keepin' score now

I just keep you warm (keep you warm)

And my waves meet your shore

Ever and evermore

“I know. I want you to take your time. Let’s be friends first and we’ll see what happens later.”

“I’d like that,” you responded as you placed your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes. Listening to the waves as you did once before with him when he told you he was being deployed.

Long story short, it was a bad time

Long story short, I survived

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pandoraslxna · 6 months

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Isn't that anon the same one who was complaining during Kinktober? Many people wrote for Kinkmas it's natural that some get higher recognition, certain fics need to reach certain audiences and it could take more time if you are a smaller blog but it doesn't mean that you are a worse writer or that anyone is doing it on purpose

It is the same anon.

And besides that fact, there are many other reasons why I haven’t reblogged some fics yet. Maybe I haven’t seen your tag yet, maybe I just didn’t had time to check it out yet, etc. Even I have boundaries, there are kinks and tropes and even such things as pet names I don’t like which immediately make me stop reading a fic and that’s okay. It doesn’t mean the fic itself is bad, it just means it’s not for me personally. I only reblog fics I’ve read from start to finish and enjoyed, but if they contain something I’m not into, I’m not reading it and I’m not reblogging it either.

I also don’t always have time to read. Even if I’m answering asks, I could be around family members or coworkers right now or just be in the middle of something where I only have a couple of minutes to check my phone, but that’s simply not the right time to open a fic and start reading it. When I read, I need peace and quiet. I also have to be in the mood because, guess what, smut is basically porn and I’m not in the mood for smut 24 hours of the day. Even I have shitty days when I come home from work or whatever, when I’m tired or what not and then I don’t really feel like reading smut or reading anything at all. Sometimes I’m just overwhelmed and BUSY, which is why you often see me being active but not answering asks or only answering the ones that require a short response. You also expect me to pop out one fic after another, but how am I supposed to write if I’m on here reading every single Avatar fic that has been posted? I can’t do it all, I only have two days a week for myself.

And now to the most important part: the reason I mostly reblog my moots works is, because that’s literally the reason I started following them for. I love their fics!! They aren’t just my moots, these people are great authors and artists and I enjoy what they do, so I consume and support their content. That’s it. And after this fact, they’re also my friends. Please just have a look at the reblogs of my posts. 90% of the time, the only people giving me feedbacks are my moots. And as much as they support everything I do, I want to support them too. It’s that simple and has nothing to do with "popular blogs" sticking together or anything like that.

If I haven’t reblogged a fic in which you tagged me in yet, please don’t get mad at me. I promise that I’m not doing this on purpose. Your fic isn’t bad just because I’m not paying attention to it. I‘m really trying to be as supportive as I can, but this blog isn’t a job. It’s barely even a hobby. Don’t forget that I’m a human too and that I have a life outside of tumblr. And next time you get frustrated over a missing reblog from me, consider all of these things I just mentioned before sending me such asks.

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cssiop · 1 year

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SURPRISE... jude bellingham

an elimination becomes bearable for jude when he is able to share his pain with his girlfriend after her unexpected visit.

jude bellingham x fem!oc word count: 1k

DEMORALISED IN THE LOCKER ROOM, jude stared pensively at the floor, wondering how he and his teammates could have been knocked out of the champion's league so quickly. despite their five-nil win over besiktas tonight, they were too far behind in points and consequently were picked up in the europa league.

not to make it any better, he had not yet received his usual message from his girlfriend zoe, a strange thing that made him frown. no matter the result, the date or the context, she always sent one. he huffed, told himself that this time she had forgotten, and grabbed his things to go out into the tunnel that led to the parking lot to go home.

with his head in his phone as he walked to his car, he didn't see the figure waiting for him in the dark, wrapped in a borussia dortmund sweater. he also didn't see her long brown hair falling over it, nor the big smile on her face, excited to finally hug the man she hadn't seen for a few months now, distance being a big obstacle to their love.

it was only when he lifted up his head to look for his car that he finally noticed the presence of the young woman. his surprise was so great that he had to take a few seconds to register the information and finally understand what was happening. zoe looked at the bemused young man and laughed, pleased that her surprise had the desired effect.

jude, who finally seemed to come to his senses, ran to the young woman before wrapping his arms around her neck, while she took the opportunity to place hers around his waist. he held her tightly for a few seconds before pulling away from her to face her and ask her with all the excitement in his voice, "what are you doing here?"

"surprise!" zoe exclaimed as she waved her hands in the air, which made jude's smile grow even wider because he couldn't believe that she was there.

"that's why you didn't send me any messages!" he said, finally understanding the reason behind it and she simply nodded as she watched him with a tender smile before he wrapped his arms around her again to hug her this time with all his might, letting out a little cry of excitement that made zoe giggle. "i needed that thank you," he whispered softly into her ear before he placed multiple kisses on her neck that made her heart beat faster.

"you guys played well tonight," her words were muffled in jude's thick coat.

"hmm, not enough to earn a place in the champions league though," the footballer said disappointedly into the young woman's neck.

she moved away from him a little before she looked into his eyes and placed one of her hands on his jaw while her thumb gently caressed his cheek. a small pout appeared on her face at the young man's understandable disappointment, it was never pleasant to see him like that, but that was part of the world of football.

"you'll get other chances, don't focus on that too much, it's just a bad night to spend and that's why i'm here, to cheer you up!" she raised her hands in the air and posed like a cheerleader, which made jude laugh softly.

they had only been together for five minutes and yet she had already managed to make jude laugh and smile many times despite the context which was not favourable to that, and the footballer loved her for it. her kindness and constant joy always knew how to make him forget the negative and focus on the positive. tonight, in this case, the positive being her, it was rather easy to focus on it.

jude then took the initiative to wrap his hands around zoe's face and tenderly place his lips on hers. he didn't even have to thank her for being there, this kiss was enough and zoe could feel it because of all the love he put into it. at the end of it, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead before he delicately put his chin on her head.

they remained in this position for long seconds, as if to make up for the lack of physical contact over the last few months, which had been more than difficult for the two young adults to bear.

"i'm so glad you're here."

"so am i," zoe replied in her usual gentle way, smiling against the young man's shoulder.

the next few hours were punctuated by their laughter at jude's stupid joke, their hands intertwined in each other's, their never-ending hugs and tender kisses that reminded them how much they loved and had missed each other.

such simple gestures that, in the end, were worth more than any words.

#football imagine #football one shot #bvb #dortmund #borussia dortmund #jude bellingham #football fanfic #football #jude bellingham fanfic #jude bellingham imagine

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yeokii · 1 year

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SOUR GRAPES - PSH (teaser)

SYNOPSIS! This sour feeling in love isn't something you should have, is it? Who knew love could be so painful? After spending your entire life crushing on someone, that person fell in love with someone else. Hearing those words come out of his mouth, "I see you as her sister," all hopes were crushed. All of these sweet, tooth-aching memories had turned sour and bitter. With no hope to continue with these feelings, all you have to do was move on. While you're healing from heartbreak, guess who decides to return.

ty my twin @hanniluvi for writing the synopsis 🙏

GENRE! literal angst with like little to no fluff

PAIRING! non-idol! sunghoon x fem! reader (ft. Jake)

WARNINGS! cursing, reader is insecure (ig?), reader's sister is very bitchy, mentions of kissing, more tba . . .

WC! (teaser) 400+

A/N! saur um... anyways!

RELEASE DATE! in the beginning of april maybe??

PLAYLIST! here

It’s not like this was destined to happen? You were human — maybe the perfect human in this case — and you lived a very normal life. Nothing was bound to occur. You had decent grades, pretty visuals, and a perfect family. That’s what everyone would want, right? Maybe it was what you wanted and you did have it. You had no complications in your life whatsoever other than finishing your school projects before the due date or choosing which coloured scrunchie would go best with your outfit or planning on what snack to eat next while watching the bad, cheesy netflix originals.

That was the life you had. Everything felt so normal until he walked in the door. Your 16 year old self did not know what to do when he stepped inside your house, bowing to your mother who was smiling widely at him and complementing his youthful looks.

You stood still there with a glass of water in your hand that you poured before to drink which you had completely forgotten about. You forgot about everything. Your mother’s words were not heard anymore nor was the background noise that was coming out of your tv which you were watching earlier. You didn't know why, but you looked at him with pure adoration in your eye. You wondered to yourself if he was sculpted by the hands of good and that he was rather handsome for a 17 year old.

“Hi, I’m Sunghoon.” He said to you, smiling.

And from that day onwards, your heart grew. It definitely wasn't the size it was before and it surely didn't feel like it. Your cheeks would grow more red every time you talked to him. Why? – because you had the biggest crush on Park Sunghoon.

It came with a bit of ups and downs, well mostly it was on the negative side rather than the positive yet you continued to ignore it just for the sake of your growing heart. At first, you wondered – this was just infatuation, right? Wrong. At some point it was, but that turned into the little thing you were scared of the most. You didn’t even feel like saying, too scared about the consequences you would face. It wasn’t your fault your heart would beat twice the amount whenever he glanced at you for a second. It was your fault that you always seemed to forget everything when he was around and it surely wasn't your fault that you fell in love with him. It just simply was not your fault.

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archduke-enver-gortash · 2 months

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gortash 1, 6, 7

zeke 3, 4, 5

(hi! i realised i had this finished but it was rotting in my drafts so i’m gonna queue this for my short absence lol.) i mean. gortash isn’t an oc but sure why not lol. you can always send me asks about him actually <3

1. What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

just sitting still? not a problem. his problem comes with finding something like this to be an utterly wasteful way to spend your time. i think even when he gets done with work for the day earlier than planned (which doesn’t happen often because his plans are so meticulous. usually some incident like someone he was meeting with unexpectedly not being able to attend was the cause here which he. doesn’t like because interruptions in schedule bad lol) he usually finds some other way to be productive. (like spending time in his workshop or drawing for example.)

but uh. how long would he be able to sit still? if a plan of his for some reason required him to sit still and do nothing for a fucking week, he’d gnash his teeth about it but he’d be able to do that and much more—everything that’s necessary will be done. otherwise? you absolutely will not catch him just lounging around lmao.

6. Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

definitely immovable 100%. there’s just a teeny tiny problem with this—this applies to his system only, his way of viewing the world, his values and laws for himself and the laws and values he inherently imposes on others. he considers himself a man who does whatever is necessary, and more importantly the only one who is capable of actually deciding on and carrying out order. judge, jury and executioner, y’know. his word is law and his word is what he will stick to until the very end and everyone else better follow suit if they don’t want to be mentally branded as a mistake by him lol. i think he sees it as there being a universal way the world should work, which is the system of the machine with him as the core, it’s just everyone else that doesn’t see this ‘truth’ at the moment & needs fixing.

7. What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

to me, gortash is a man of the future. yes, he does so enjoy taking his trophies from past conquests and yes, he does not forget the past, dissecting and learning is a process that includes his past as well as others’ he so loves to dissect and use in his schemes, but i simply don’t see him as someone who would ever wallow in feelings like nostalgia. it’s not even that he doesn’t want to, he just doesn’t experience it in the first place.

to sort of illustrate what i mean: i think he definitely remembers his coronation to become archduke as a grand stepping stone in his plan and all, but that’s what being a man of the future and baldur’s gate’s saviour means, it’s exactly that—a stepping stone for more. he won’t simply rest on the steps now when he has so many more to climb. and when you’re at the top of the stairs, there is no need to look back either.

3. How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

not at all uhhhhhh. only joking. well. only half-joking? zeke, due to his paranoia about everything surrounding gortash, the nightmares that result from that & just his nature as someone who never fucking stops being on his feet, has insane troubles sleeping. with his severe malnutrition and lack of sleep just result in the biggest eye bags known to man. more like eye trenches or whatever.

anyways, the solution is just uhm. going so hard until he eventually passes out and then repeat that process. 😬. later on when he does finally trust his companions enough to eat a bit around them, shadowheart laces his food with a sleeping potion because she hasn’t seen him rest for more than half an hour consecutively and he understandably gets triggered (gortash never put mind-altering drugs into zeke’s food, stuff made him sick for example was what was commonly used instead, because he needs him to be aware of his own suffering to enjoy it, but. still.) because of it. so. not ideal.

4. How easy is it to earn their trust? & 5. How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

i’m just gonna combine these into one bigger answer hope that’s okay 👍 so, every single thing starts out with lots of mistrust from zeke lmao. and yes, i don’t just mean every person, i mean everything, even objects he has never seen before or shit like that. but there’s still multiple levels of mistrust, there’s again the basic mistrust everyone gets, and then there’s mistrust as in ‘you’ve given me a sign (and this truly might be fucking nothing. it most often is nothing. this boy is insane) that you’re working for gortash and i am now immediately killing you’ 😬 and then there’s of course the ‘AAAAHHHHHH WHAT ARE YOU’ level exclusively reserved for mr gortash himself.

to gain his trust, you have to approach it a little bit like you would with a feral kitten except a lot more careful because this thing can actually kill you before you even know that he went for the killing blow if you do something wrong. you have to essentially let him sniff you out, sometimes metaphorically and sometimes literally, assure him that you’re not a threat to him. no sudden movements, loud noises or other similar actions and you’ll be good. he’ll still be on high alert, but is out of ‘kill once it gets within 10 metres’ mode lmao. and that’s basically it. building trust with him is an extremely slow, hard & painful (most often for the party that isn’t zeke) process and honestly? it’s not worth it considering YOU can never fully trust him not to suddenly feel his entire being scream to hunt & kill you. i’ve made this comparison before but it’s essentially like one of those people on taking an animal like a lynx or a chimpanzee into their home. they’ll probably get used to you and maybe even trust you, but they’re still wild animals at the end of the day. wild animals who can and will, if you’re not careful, severely hurt or even kill you if. zeke is the wild and the wild is zeke and all haha.

the methods to earn his trust and mistrust are both not very complex, but while earning his trust is a slow, never sure and stable thing, earning his mistrust is quick and very, very easy in comparison. once again, just one sign that you’re a threat, one wrong movement at the wrong time and you’re out. and this behaviour is just his base instincts as the apex predator and all. like how i described earlier, zeke also has SO many gortash related triggers on top of all that already. for example, telling him that his eyes are beautiful! they just are objectively extraordinary, so you most likely just want to genuinely compliment him! it’s rough. zeke is awful. end essay.

#bg3 #enver gortash #oc: zeke #gortash #baldur's gate 3 #gortash & zeke #the dark urge

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barikinbear · 2 years

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Rise Head Canons Because You Can’t Stop Me

Leo hates frozen orange juice. Don’t ask why, he just does.

They all used to dog pile on Raph to sleep when they were little. Sometimes they still do.

April is actually her middle name. Her first name is a closely guarded secret. All she’ll say is it starts with L.

Donnie knows what it is, and he Will Not betray her trust.

Mikey sometimes forgets to eat. He’ll just get so busy painting or drawing he simply forgets. Splinter is usually the one to make him eat.

Casey and Donnie also forget to eat occasionally. April will send them pictures of food daily to remind them to eat.

Splinter was an only child, and while he’s fine with that, he’s glad his sons have each other. He secretly enjoys watching their sibling antics.

Cassandra has two sets of boy/girl twins in her family, besides her and her twin brother. They’re the oldest pair, with the middle pair being thirteen, and the youngest being ten.

She was very relieved when Casey was a single baby.

Leo has a list of names he likes for his future children, if he ever has any. Only Splinter knows about it, and he’ll offer suggestions on occasion.

Donnie gets super clingy when he’s tired. He wrap himself around just about anyone and fall asleep.

He steadfastly denies this.

Raph always wanted a sister, and he was so excited to meet April and finally have an older sister.

Mikey was the last to learn to read. He was just too hyper to sit still and read a book. Splinter found some old Calvin and Hobbes comic books, and they held Mikey’s interest long enough to teach him to read.

Donnie hates apples. He hates the peel, and the inside of the fruit feels grainy in his mouth.

Mikey loves apples. He once made an apple pie pizza, which did not turn out great. April suggested he not use pizza sauce next time, and it turned out much better with her help.

Leo will often go sleep with Raph after a nightmare. Or he’ll go sit with Donnie if he’s still up.

Raph is happy to let Leo sleep with him, but he wishes he could do more. Splinter assures him he’s doing all he can.

Donnie secretly listens to Taylor Swift. His favorite songs are Mirrorball, Almost Do, and Red (taylor’s version, ofc).

Leo also love Taylor Swift. His favorite songs are I Knew You Were Trouble, Bad Blood, and Shake It Off.

Mikey loves The Shortlist. His favorite song is 1916.

Raph loves Mitch King and We Came As Romans.

Splinter hopes for grandchildren one day. He’ll never say anything to his sons about this, because he doesn’t want them to feel guilty about not really having a lot of options for potential mothers for these grandchildren.

He’ll spoil April’s future kids as if he’s their grandpa.

The boys do find love one day. They meet their future wives in the Hidden City.

Raph marries Mona, obviously.

Mikey and his wife will have eight kids. All girls, don’t argue with me.

Leo’s future wife has a Southern accent, probably. She calls everyone honey.

Donnie’s wife is Scottish. And 6’7.

#rottmnt #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leonardo #save rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise raph #tmnt headcanons #rottmnt show #rottmnt headcanons #headcanon #headcanons

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midnightsnyx · 1 year

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tyler seguin - happier

pairing: tyler seguin x reader requested: yes summary: your near perfect relationship shatters when an article is released word count: 1.1k warnings: cheating, swearing, angst

a/n: so this was a request someone sent in and if you guys know me, you know I'm a sucker for angst lol anyways ty for reading and I hope you like it!! big thanks to @bookluversposts for editing this! I am currently accepting requests which you can send here and my masterlist here & frequently asked questions here.

It started out like this:

Mornings spent together eating breakfast, stealing sips of his coffee when he was distracted on his phone even though he takes his drink black but you still liked the small smile on his face when he pretended not to notice. Getting take-out after a game, sitting in his truck in some random parking lot like two teenagers on a date because sometimes it was nice to forget about hockey and the media and pretend you both were just an ordinary couple. Late night calls when he was on the road, sharing details about each other's days and planning future days. Being there for each other on the bad days. After the tough losses or bad days at work.

It wasn’t all perfect because there were still the arguments that ended in tears and silent treatments and sleeping in separate beds. The next mornings when you would sit in silence, not wanting to apologize and be the pushover in the relationship.

The nights you would lay in bed while he was on the road or out with friends wondering if the rumors about him were true. His friends joked that you were the girl who changed him but he always looked uneasy when they said that and it left doubts in the back of your mind.

When you brought up marriage one night and he shrugged and said marriage is boring, isn’t this enough? So you had to convince yourself that it was enough for you, while you watched his teammates propose to their significant others and listen to the whispers from the girls wondering why he hadn’t asked you, saying maybe he didn’t want to settle down and wanted the single life.

So it ended like this:

A text message from Jamie one night while they were on the road and you were getting ready for bed, that had a link attached and two words.

I’m sorry.

It was obvious before you even let yourself open the link that you would find what you had been expecting. A clear picture of Tyler kissing a random girl, that you knew was recent and not some old picture because it showed one of his tattoos that he had only recently gotten. The article title, Seguin cheats on girlfriend as if they were announcing the morning weather.

You waited for a text from him, trying to say it wasn’t real or maybe even an apology but Jamie’s text was the only one you received. So you went to bed that night wondering if he was aware of the article and was afraid to text you or simply didn’t care. It was the latter, you realized when he didn’t text you for the rest of the road trip.

When he got home in the early hours of the morning, you were curled up on the sofa with one of the dogs, coffee in hand. He didn’t see you at first, tossing his keys on the island and dropping his duffel bag by the door, but as he started walking to the kitchen, his footsteps faltered when he saw you sitting there.

“Exciting road trip?” You asked, watching as he opened and closed his mouth looking like a fish out of water gasping for air. You wanted to scream, cry and maybe throw something at him because you spent the last two days feeling like you were drowning.

He finally settled on, “you saw it?”

The laugh that escaped you was bitter and your next words felt like acid. “Saw it? I had it shoved down my throat since Jamie sent it to me. I’ve had to ignore calls from everybody who saw it and wanted to know if it was true.” You stood up, letting the blanket you had wrapped around you drop to the floor. “I wanted to get the full story before I said anything so tell me, was any of it real? Did you think about me sitting at home waiting for you while you went and slept with whoever you wanted?” He opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off. “Given your history, I should’ve known better.”

“It- it was once.” He whispered, as if that would make it any better. “It didn’t mean anything, I swear. I love you.”

You watched as he took slow steps towards you, as if you were a spooked deer. When he was a foot away, you told him to stop and he did.

You always prided yourself on the fact that you were good at reading people. Telling if they were good or bad. Lying or telling the truth.

If they were a decent person or not and boy, did you fuck that up when it came to Tyler.

“You love me?” You asked, carefully keeping your voice steady.

“Yes.” He said, reaching for your hand and you let him take it, just like you let him take your heart and smash it in a million pieces. Like you gave him everything you had and trusted him to not ruin it.

What a mistake that was.

You stepped back, making him drop your hand. “Try telling someone who’ll believe you.”

His face crumpled and you wondered if it was a facade, a ploy to try and get you to forgive him. For you to give him what was left of your heart, trusting that he wouldn’t break the rest.

Without another word, you turned your back to him and walked out the door.

Six months later.

It’s a coffee shop, of all places that you bump into him. He’s with Jamie, standing at the counter ordering his black coffee and flirting with the girl serving him. You should feel sick, angry even but you feel nothing. Even though you dated for five years, you somehow found it easy to get over him. Maybe it was because you were always expecting it in the back of your mind, but it didn’t wallow for longer than two or three weeks. You moved on and found out who you were without him and you have never been happier.

So when he turns around and his eyes land on you, you don’t react like you know he’s expecting you to. You walk up to the counter and order your drink, watching the barista he was flirting with still flustered and you want to tell her don’t fall for it like I did. But you just smile politely and take your drink, turning around only to find Tyler still standing there.

“Hey,” Jamie says, giving you a brief hug before looking at Tyler who is staring at you. He looks like he wants to say something or maybe hug you. You just smile and brush past him, walking outside into the warm Dallas day.

#tyler seguin imagines #tyler seguin fanfic #tyler seguin fanfiction #dallas stars imagines #dallas stars fanfic #hockey fanfic #hockey imagines masterlist #nhl imagines #allies writing

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hyunsuks-beanie · 2 years

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Matters of the Heart Ep. 2

Pairing: Best friend! Yeonjun x gn. reader

Genre: Fluff; Angst; Maybe eventual smut. This part has lots of angst bc that's what I saw in my dream lol

Content Warnings: University au!; lots of pining; our main leads being stupid; Yeonjun with an oc! girlfriend; I haven't planned smut for this one, but it might well turn suggestive or maybe even smutty

Word Count: 2.12k words

Mellow speaks: Here's part two oh my gosh!! I'm nervous for this one but I hope you guys like it!!!

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"G-girlfriend?"

Even the word sounds foreign rolling off your tongue, somehow leaving a bad taste in your mouth. You're dumbfounded to say the least, the happiness you had been feeling for the past half hour sinking into the depths as your heart falls to the pit of your stomach. "This can't be happening...," your mind says in a whisper, as all the memories of the years you've spent knowing Yeonjun, and especially of the past six months, come rushing back to you.

Was it all a lie, then? All the lovely petnames, the sweet nothings shared through the computer screen during the dark of the night, the lingering touches and the stolen glances whenever you went out on lunch with the group? Was it all just meant to be a friendly gesture, something done just in the name of being a good friend? But then why had they made you feel the way they did, made your hear flutter and your knees grow weak?

Or maybe it had been you who had misinterpreted his affectionate ways, had confused the way he used to throw his arm around your shoulders or pull your form into his chest and place soft kisses to your forehead, for something more than it actually was. But then, why would Taehyun always tease him by saying he was possessive about you, and why would Beomgyu always be at his throat for favoring you more than the others?

And as if that wasn't enough, you can't forget the way every person on campus, from the professors to the freshman, had mistaken the two of you for a couple at least once, only for Yeonjun to play along with their confusion half the time and lie about being your boyfriend. All of that couldn't possibly be a lie, a mistake, could it? Couldn't possibly have been your mind playing tricks on you, making you fool yourself into believing he felt something more for you than he let on.

It's only a moment, but it still feels as if an eternity has passed with you being alone with your thoughts. There's only so many questions in your head, a whirlwind of emotions as you feel your heart break a little. Yes, you had been trying to deny your feelings for your best friend, but they had only been pushing forward more and more each day. And seeing him in person after so long had made you feel like you wouldn't be able to hold back any longer, but here you are. Confused and just a teensy bit hurt, the only thing you can ask is, "How long have you guys been dating?"

No "Congratulations," no "How could you not tell me, Jjun? I thought we were best friends." Instead, all you could muster was a question that probably completely betrayed your shock, putting on display to the world just how broken you felt. Of course, that's just your thoughts making it impossible for you to wrap your head around the news, but as you look into Yeonjun's eyes, hardened and with a faraway, almost guilt-stricken look in his eyes, there's nothing you can do to stop them.

It's at least a few beats before he even attempts to reply, his mouth opening and closing as if he's contemplating how to come clean. Which is nothing if not absurd, because why should he have to come clean when he hasn't done anything wrong? In the end, he can't seem to find the right words, but lucky for him, his girlfriend is there to pick up the conversation. "About two months," she says, throwing in a quick mention of her name being "Yena," before launching into the tale of how they met when she auditioned for being his co-host on the radio four months ago.

"Two months," you repeat to yourself, trying to simultaenously force a smile and stomach the fact that during the time you were dreaming about running into Yeonjun's arms and confessing your feelings to him the second you met him again, he had been getting involved with another girl, showing her the love you used to think he had kept aside for you. It's a lot for you to take, and all you want to do in that moment is dash to your apartment that you haven't even stepped foot in since coming back, curl into a ball on your bed, and cry.

But you know you can't do that, so instead, you force yourself to smile just a little wider, an "I'm so happy for you guys" finally slipping past your lips, long overdue. And as your words make their way towards Yena, the smile that she sends you is enough to make you give up on being petty (at least for a while), and focus on being a nice friend to the person who's done the same for you, for years.

So you choose to let your guard down, asking questions and giving answers and swapping anecdotes with the newest member to your gang, telling her all that is to know about her boyfriend and asking her what he's been up to while you were gone. "You need to tell me all that he did behind my back," you laugh, your tone teasing as it starts to get a little easier to breathe again. The commotion around you that had come to a halt barely a couple minutes ago starts again, the fact that the cake

"And you have to tell me everything about what he likes and what he doesn't, because he hardly ever tells me that," replies Yena, lifting her head up to look at the man standing next to her. You can't help but follow her gaze, looking right into Yeonjun's eyes as the words die in the back of your throat. You're only pretending though, pretending you're looking at him when in reality, your own eyes are glossed over by the unshed tears that are visible to no one.

Because there's no other way you could have failed to notice the sadness swimming behind the brown of his irises, or even the way his lips quivered a little as he watched you smile at the prospect of him finding a partner, at the prospect of someone having the right to call him hers, and of that person not being you.

"Does it not hurt you even a little?," is what he thinks to himself, a silent observer as you launch into another monologue about him, your arms waving wildly to emphasize just how much of a cuddle bug he is, even though you face bears no hint of even acknowledging his presence. It breaks his heart in two, your lack of reaction. He knows that he should be happy with Yena, should be happy that you're happy for him. And yet, all he finds himself feeling is an emptiness, as if the last embers of hope that he had kept hidden away inside hum were put out at last, washed over with the ice cold sensation of your indifference.

If only he knew of the pain you were feeling. If only you could see the hurt he was suffering.

But no, neither of you do, instead choosing to turn a blind eye to how much you mean to the other. It's painfully obvious to everyone except the two of you, and of course, poor Yena too. Taehyun can clearly see the way you're desperately trying to keep your composure, and Beomgyu can tell that as you stand there, talking animatedly about the guy you insist on just being you friend, you're like water filled to the brim in a glass, ready to fall over by the slightest of noises.

Yeonjun, on the other hand, seems no better to Kai and Soobin, the looks on their faces full of concern as they watch him crack a soft smile at the one holding his hand, letting go only to pull her closer to him in a move that's belated at best and reluctant at worst, his expression clearly betraying the longing in his heart. The longing for you. They want to say something, to do something, to shake you by the shoulders or punch him in the face, anything that would make you see that your feelings aren't one-sided.

Yet, there's nothing they can do except trying to lighten the mood, eager not to let your return party turn sour.

So they do what they do best, acting like idiots in a bid to distract at least one of you. One second Beomgyu is clicking selfies next to the cake that's lying untouched to the side, and the next, he's pouncing on you with a huge section of it, slamming it right onto your face and coating it in cream. "Jjun, you remember that time when-," the question that was falling past your lips never sees the light of day. Why, you ask?

Because it gets replaced with a "Beomgyu what the fu-" as you take to hitting your classmate on the shoulder, completely mindless to how the nearly indispensable but genuine smile that had made its way to Yeonjun's lips threatens to fade away again. That is until he sees you playing around with the boys, Kai and Soobin whisking you up onto their shoulders and doing a parade as you laugh your heart out.

That's the first time since you met Yena that he's witnessed you laugh like that, your face shimmering in the sunlight as you stick your tongue out, licking whatever is left of the cream, off your fingertips. He doesn't know why, but that laughter somehow makes him feel at ease, reminding him that even if you don't return his feelings, even if you never come to know of them and he never gets to confess, he's still your best friend, something he is intent on continuing to be.

And that's liberating if nothing else, his eyes skimming over to Yena who's looking on at the procession in wonder. "Let's join them, shall we?," he finds himself asking, making her smile before pulling at her hand as he launches himself into the chaos. Soon enough, he's hugging you again, careful to keep his distance this time as he tells himself that Yena is the one he's dating, reaching out for her hand and placing random kisses to her cheeks, finding his happiness with her.

As the two of you lose yourselves in the festivities that surround you, the pain and despair gradually take a backseat, and the happiness that had been buzzing and bubbling for the past few days fills your veins up. You know you only have the boys to thank for making you smile, and you know you're going to actually have to treat them to a drink later, but for now, all you want to focus on is cherishing the love you're feeling.

And that's what you do, letting loose and catching up with old friends, and swapping secrets and making bonds with the new ones, Yena being on top of the list. You think to yourself you ought to dislike her, on principle anyway, but the warmth with which she's treating you leaves no room for even thinking ill of her, much less making her your enemy. So you choose to make her a pal, letting her into your life your life on your terms, and not because you were forced to.

The afternoon finally feels sweet, the air a little lighter as you enjoy a few moments more as people start trickling away one by one, but not before giving you one last hug. Yena is among the first to leave, pressing a kiss to Yeonjun's cheek as she rushes off to class. Before you know it, the only ones left behind are the boys and you, the gang.

It feels like time hasn't passed a bit as you look around, the smiles on their faces making your heart clench. Yet, you know everything has changed, something that's made even more obvious as you get left alone with the person you don't want to be alone with, the others making up excuses before disappearing into the crowd. It's awkward to say the least, as you are made to meet his eye. The look in them is something you can't quite place, his gaze piercing into your very soul as he stares you down.

But you're too stubborn to relent, not wanting to let him see you break. So you do the one thing you know will be the make-or-break for you, and ask him the question that's been bugging you since you came to know.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

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fcb-mv33 · 2 years

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Lol, saw someone answering a long ass ask where they detailed why they dislike Max and it's honestly so funny. The only valid reason they had was Max winning, which is fair. People always hate a winner so I understand but the other reasons were funny. One reason was because "Max always makes up excuses for his fans behaviours and never calls them out". Like Lewis does? Like Charles does? Max is the only one who calls out his fan, mate. When did Lewis actually call out his cult for being misogynistic, pedophilic, abalist, *that word for shaming people for being born in a particular country, I can't remember it*, racist to Asians, Latinos, Muslims etc. When did Charles call out tifosi for calling Sophie a whore, wishing death on Max, being racist to Lewis, harassing people, making children and women feel up safe in Monza? When, when??

Another reason was because "Redbull only supports him and not anyone else". But have you considered that maybe he's just that good that everyone else looks not that good compared to him? Like Mercedes wasn't, isn't catered toward Lewis? Redbull in 2010-2013 wasn't catered towards Seb? Last night Redbull celebrated Checo's win despite Max' bad race and Max was part of it too. Unlike some team *Coughs Valtteri with Mercedes Coughs*

This was the funniest to me that "Max can never be happy for someone else when he has a bad race". There's literally a compilation of Max congratulating other after his bad race. When Charles won in Austria, Max was the happiest person in the world, even more then Charles. There were other points but I don't remember them.

And the worst thing is that they write fanfics about Max 😭 and a lot. Like their most well received works are about Max 😬. And they are a Charles and Seb fan (apart from being a member of cult lh). They dislike Max but like current and rbr era Seb, who's exactly like Max but even more unhinged. They could tolerate even love Seb when he was dominanting every race and doing that finger taunt but have problems with Max doing it? Honey pick a struggle 😪.

Sorry for the rant here. I could send it to them but they would never acknowledge this. And these are the same people who say shit like "why are you interacting with me, I'm allowed to have my own opinions" when you try to put them in their place. It all about having your own opinions until it doesn't fit your agenda. So Lando isn't allowed to want his best friend to win? Alex doesn't get to happy for Max? Seb doesn't get to say he wants Max to win? Where is the freedom of speech and thought now? Cult lh is will never respect Max because they can't get other the fact that he's simply better, and Max fans will never respect Lewis because he's a hypocrite, because of him directing unnecessary hate towards Max just cause and especially because of his fans. His fans are odd and they need to be locked away for public safety, the normal lh fans need to be protected from them. These delusion people consume f1 like it's some sort of sope opera and not a sports.

Bestie this took ages I am sorry I had college and now I am typing this on my laptop cause I absolutely agree with everything you have said!!!!

“Max always makes up excuses for his fans behaviour” that is the biggest lie they have told. Are they forgetting the fact that Max had fully called out the people in Austria who were harassing girls? Then we have Lewis who never called out the sexist posts made against Hannah, or the racist posts against Calum who got a lot of them post Zandvoort. He also never called out the racist abuse Yuki got after Zandvoort or called out the death threats that Max got last season and during Silverstone never called out the booing but he more or less expected Max to call it out when it came to him. Lewis only calls out stuff when it will benefit him, he could give less of a Fuck about sexism, racism or death threats when it comes to Red Bull drivers or members. The shit in Monza should have been called ot by all drivers, espiaclly the chants against Sophie, they were vile but the fact the media never commented on the abuse in Silverstone, and Monza but jumped on the Austria, Spa and Zandvoort bullshit when there was no issues at the latter two races, only a bullshit story about a flare being thrown at Lewis😭😂

“Red Bull only supports him” Maybe because they knew he was going to be the one to bring them a world championship? They’ve known Max since he was 15/16, they knew the talent and the faith in himself he has, he is a Red Bull driver inside and out so why would they not put their faith in him? Since 2020 there is no-one (including Lewis) who is better than Max, he is the top driver on that grid. Lewis was favoured at Merc, Bottas was called a fucking ‘wingman’ for god sake it really showed they gave a Fuck about him huh? Last season in Turkey they were basically depressed that Bottas won yet here Red Bull have been cheering on Checo, backing him all the way….yes they favour Max but they don’t throw a fit like Ferrari did at Silverstone and not go to the podium.

“Max can never be happy for someone else” I think they need to look at Monza 2020, Baku 2021, Monza 2021, Bahrain 2022, Monaco 2022 and Singapore 2022. When Max was the first to congratulate Pierre, Seb, Daniel, Checo and Charles even tho his race was shit. Max is literally proven to be the most kind hearted boy on that grid, all of his friends say that about him, never a bad word to say about him. Them writing fics about Max being this asshole until Daniel fixes him is so fucking weird….like just concentrate on your own driver since you can’t even get who Max is as a person correct.

I won’t respect Lewis for those reason….the man throws unnecessary hate to Max, never has a good word to say about him even tho Max never has a bad word to say about him but lewis will never respect a driver who is better than him, a driver who has never been in awe of him…which Max never has been.

#anon💜#bestie I love you thank you for the rant #I love a good rant #max verstappen

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