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starhoppin · 7 months

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pick a picture; who is your soulmate

pile 1 -> pile 2 -> pile 3

disclaimer: this is a general reading! these messages may not fit everyone. please take what resonates and leave the rest.

「 pile one 」

[personality] queen of swords, queen of pentacles rv, ten of pentacles this person is very intellectual. in fact they might tend to overanalyze and overthink things/events/situations that have happened in their life. this can be a burden for them. however, i'm also seeing that they're a bit of a dreamer. specifically, they're someone who struggles with grounding themselves in the present. they may have a lot of ideas that they want to put out into the world, but they have a difficult time turning their fantasies/ideas into something tangible. they're driven and optimistic. they're someone who always views the cup as "half full" rather than half empty. they know that as long as they work towards their true desires, they will be able to obtain them.

[appearance] long dark hair (both men and women), distinct nose (specifically large noses), strong jawline, might like to wear jewelry (specifically necklaces - may like to layer them), native or asian descent.

[love language] the mapmaker of destiny, gaia's garden i'm getting for some that your soulmate may be into art - specifically painting or drawing? they might like to give you those types of gifts. they might also like to give you flowers. consequently, their main love language might be gift-giving.

[potential zodiac signs] lots of fire sign energy - specifically aries as well as leo placements. i'm also getting strong pisces energy. they might also have gemini placements.

[songs that may resonate] f*kin' perfect - p!nk, mr. loverman - ricky montgomery, falling - chase atlantic

「 pile two 」

[personality] eight of cups, death (cb: six of swords), page of cups this person is a dreamer - some might describe them as someone with their "head in the clouds." i'm getting the image of them thinking of something happy, but when someone asks them what they're smiling about, they just shake their head and say never mind. they have innocent/puppy/golden retriever energy. they're like a bundle of sunshine. i wouldn't be surprised if this was someone with a lot of friends or was described as the life of the party. however, this person might have a fear of change or asking for help. they may seem they're strong and independent, but they might feel the need to do everything by themselves.

[appearance] for some, their soulmate may dress in a boho aesthetic? your soulmate may have either dark hair or blond (like i'm getting either they have super dark hair, or super blond- almost white hair. nothing really in between). if they're a guy, they may have facial hair.

[love language] the lady of the gift, the horse king rv this person's love language is definitely gift-giving. i'm not seeing anything in particular, but i'm getting that they'll buy things that they think you will like on a whim. literally like anything that reminds them of you. also their love language could be acts of service. they will want to spoil you - which, in their mind, means giving you "the princess treatment." this is the kind of person who will open the car door for you, cook you dinner to make your day easier, etc.

[potential zodiac signs] lots of water sign energy - specifically scorpio; however, they may also be a cancer. i'm also getting heavy aries energy. they might have some aquarius placements too.

[songs that may resonate] golden hour - jvke, once upon a december - liz callaway, battlefield - svrcina

「 pile three 」

[personality] king of swords, knight of swords, nine of wands your soulmate is very logical. when it comes to a decision of any kind, they carefully weigh the facts beforehand. when they have to make a choice, they're very practical - meaning they might go against their true desires if they deem that route "illogical." this person values fairness and truth above all else. this person may be a bit rigid when it comes to their plans. they like having control and may get frustrated when their plans go astray or things don't unfold exactly how they planned. they may take on more than they can handle because they're eager to get to their end goal. they may struggle with burnout - specifically because they tend to ignore signs that they should rest. however, their dedication and resiliency translates into your love life in a positive way; this is the type of person who will refuse to give up on you (both in terms of pursuing you in the beginning and throughout your relationship). they will always want to work through problems and they aren't the type to brush things under the rug.

[appearance] if your soulmate is a man, they may have dark hair as well as facial hair. if they're a woman, they have long hair - blonde or reddish. they may also like to experiment with makeup - such as trying out different looks or they may like to wear unique eye makeup. in general, they may like to wear hats.

[love language] the lady of the gift, the hawk prince this person loves to give gifts - in particular, things that you may be eyeing. if you look at something while you're out shopping but put it back, they will make a mental note to go back and buy it. they pay attention to what you like/dislike because they want to give you thoughtful gifts that show that they care.

[potential zodiac signs] heavy water sign energy - specifically pisces and cancer. some air sign energy as well - particularly libra. they may also have some aries placements.

[songs that may resonate] enchanted - taylor swift, slow dancing in the dark - joji, dive - ed sheeran

tarot decks used in this reading: cirque du tarot & wisdom of the hidden realms oracle cards

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khuzena · 6 months

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Seasons.

Itoshi Rin, Michael Kaiser x g/n!reader

Summary: Like how flowers bloom in spring, how flowers bask in the warmth of summer's embrace, their petals fall in autumn and their essence crumbles in winter. Their heart does too, though it still beats for you <3

Warning: Angst, breakup, cheating, drifting apart, hurt just hurt. No fluff, we don't do that weak sh here (kinda but nothing lasts forever).

A/n: life update. Been gone for MONTHS, sorry for no update :(. i fell in love, fell out of love but took me months to get over and now i came back ^^ tho I'll post a full update if any of you still remember me and want to know everrrrything that went on these months i was inactive:>

Listening to: MR. LOVERMAN

Michael Kaiser

I've shattered now, I'm spilling out

Upon this linoleum ground.

The memory still ingrained in the crevices of his heart like a fresh wound.

He remembers it like it was just yesterday.

It was spring when he met you.

His headphones blaring music so loud the world went silent around him as he walked without a care in the world. There you were, some nobody transferee with a dream, three books hugged to your chest as you bumped into him.

"A-ah! Sorry!" The books fell to the ground, kneeling as you tried to grab all your pens that fell too.

Kaiser sips his tea in his balcony, The cacophonic mantra of sorrys of that sunny afternoon still ringing in his ears.

When he also knelt down to your level to help you carry them, he shrugged it off and apologised back.

Your gazes locked, it was new, so exciting. Yet It felt so dangerous.

Then, he swept you off your feet on the summer beach.

There were three things that caught his eyes that day: the endless sea, the ice cream that melted on the sand and you.

"Pfft you— you wasted your ice cream!" That sweet laugh of you still haunting him in his dreams everyday. It was June when he told you -he was lonely- it would be fun if you tagged along in his trip to the seaside.

The soft sand touching your skin and his, as he inched closer to your face. His heart raced, faster than he's ever felt before.

Your lips touching, he expected it would feel like fireworks exploding in new years but no— it felt like home. He was no longer just a man, he was a lover (too).

The sun set and till autumn, every kiss, every hug was straight out of the movie.

It was just the two of you; his eyes never leaving yours, a kiss on his neck or two, maybe even the trickling sweat from his forehead.

Either way, it felt just right.

Autumn, he was tired.

Though he could not leave you, not when he was your loverman.

Not like this.

He may have loved you, but he loved feeling loved more.

A little too much— that he found himself in the arms of another woman.

"It isn't what it seems like, mein liebe please." His fingers gripping your wrist hard, begging you to stay.

How could you? Why would you?

He smelled too much like that other woman.

From a noble, rich, revered professional athlete now turned into an idiotic, dishevelled, weak man. Begging for forgiveness, he got on his knees and sang your name like a prayer but it was no use.

You were no god, it was not your obligation to forgive nor give salvation to those who've sinned.

You couldn't look him in the eye. All your love for him fell in a blink of an eye. Not all of it though.

"I'm sorry, I know you won't forgive me. But please, don't leave me tonight."

It was true when all your love wasn't gone for him, maybe you were selfish too.

That night, you indulged in this sin too. You were a sinner too, maybe even more than him.

You've sinned against yourself, your own morals for your pleasure.

It was Winter when you left.

The morning after that loveless night, he shed his tears in his dreams— he didn't want you to see.

Though you've seen through him.

It was natural to feel hatred, contempt and confusion because of his act of betrayal.

But you didn't.

You cupped his face gently, tracing your thumb over his tear-stained pretty face. He cried again; not in his dreams but in your embrace.

His heart broke more at the sight of you looking at him with such pity.

You've packed your things that day. As you opened the door you were greeted with first, the taxi cab then the gust of strong snow carried off by the wind.

"I guess this is it."

"Yeah"

A man with an ego of god, staring at you with eyes of a believer, still hoping, praying you realise that you can't live without him and run to his arms and stay.

But you didn't.

And you looked back to him one more time, the cold has already frozen your tears.

Then, silence.

'Shit, shit, shit' the thought raced in his head as kept pacing around in the living room.

Though he knows it's for the best. He's a selfish, self-centred, arrogant man.

Though if there's one thing: he loves being loved more than he loves you.

But when you left, he realised he loved you more that he let you go.

He was no longer a loverman, just a man.

Itoshi Rin

The ways in which you say my name, Have me wishin' I were gone

They ways that you say my name, have me runnin' on and on

Not too much, not too little.

How'd he describe his past relationship with you.

It was just right.

Where did it go wrong?

Was it when he stopped saying your name sweetly?

Or was it when you stopped cheering for him in his game?

It wasn't that, he still doesn't know why you both fell apart.

Though as cold as he is, he's as gentle as a flower on the inside.

When you started your midterms, he had a bouquet; the largest in the store possible.

He plopped it on your desk as he saw you tirelessly study your notes. Sighing, he made you some tea to calm your nerves.

"Rinnie, you didn't have to do this," Groggily said as you examined the bouquet to your left, "You didn't have to get me this…"

"But you deserve it."

A flush creeped in your cheeks when he blurted it out with no hesitation, did this loverboy love you to the moon and back this much? Oh how'd you tease him for this a billion times.

The bouquet was still as fresh as when you got them— it was already summer but he took good care of it.

His eyes watching your every move; the clicking sound of your pen, your frown as you tried to absorb the lesson and your oh so pretty eyes.

He could never get enough of this, he's wanted to see this sight every day, every night for the rest of his life.

Maybe marriage would do? But like all stories, not all are fairy tales.

Everyday until autumn he'd take you to a cafe you both liked. It was quiet and it smelled like coffee— the perfect combination.

Like all flowers do, the petals started to fall from the vase.

At this point of the relationship he was too busy to care about getting you flowers, or tending to your needs as he had his to attend to.

But, the relationship was happy… right?

He was oblivious, too naive to notice what was going on.

Though you were there, you wanted to fix things.

You'd bring him tiny trinkets from your work trips, a yummy cake from a nearby bakery or maybe some pair of cleats he was eyeing (though most of the time he already had bought it right after you gifted him one.)

The relationship was getting boring.

It was going nowhere.

Though none of you wanted to go anywhere.

Even though he'd hold you in a tight embrace, it felt cold. Was it the weather? Or was it just him?

The 'I love you's that'd slip from his lips often, stopped. There were no more random compliments or cute nicknames.

An occasional gift or two, though he was an idiot, he gives and gives and doesn't know how to take.

When winter came he was no longer begging you to warm up with him near the chimney or near the Christmas tree.

It was winter, his heart turned cold.

"Lets break up"

Adamancy dripped from his tone, he was serious about it.

"Why?"

Why?

"Because… I don't see this relationship going anywhere."

Your heart shattering into a million pieces, you wanted to punch his stupid face. How could he say that nonchalantly?

Though, it was true.

It wasn't going anywhere.

He knew it was for the better; he loved you too much to trap you in such a boring, loveless relationship.

Maybe one day, it will be spring all over again.

But your hand is holding another man's (or woman's).

He passed by another flower shop, he thinks he should buy you another bouquet again.

Notes: I wrote this at 12 am (it's 2 am now). I apologise for any grammatical mistakes :(( super tired and i have an unfinished sci assignment. I dont wanana live anymoreee. Idk if any of u still remember me tho LOLOLOL.

If u do i'm sorry if i dropped some underwhelming work as a return to the bllk tumblr fandom ehe (no kinktober just heart wrenching angstober ^^)

Written by @khuzena. Likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated. ♡

#blue lock x reader #blue lock ansgt #blue lock fluff #blue lock fanfic #bllk angst #bllk x reader #kaiser x reader #bllk kaiser #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin angst #itoshi sae x reader #blue lock angst

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y0urm4m · 1 month

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NOT MEANT TO BE..

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Summary: Matt begins to question whether he deserves your love and time.

Warnings: none just a breakup story.

(Couldn’t find a perfect song to go with so I picked this one)

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

╰┈➤ ❝ 𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 ❞

- 𝓳.𝓫 [𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓼]

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I slowly opened my eyes, groaning at the sudden sunlight that blinded me. Rolling over my back now facing the light peeking through my window, grabbing my phone I was happy to see 1 new notification from Matt.

Matt - Hey when you’re up and ready why don’t you come over

I smiled to myself, sitting up. I had to brush my teeth, hop in the shower, get dressed and then I’d head over to Matt’s. I walked over to the bathroom brushing my teeth then turning the shower on. Quickly washing my hair and body so I could spend more time with him as we hadn’t seen each other in at least 2 weeks due to him being busy all the time recently. After I was finally dressed I rushed to put my shoes on and head out of my apartment, practically speeding over to matt’s.

Once I had finally reached the house I slowly knocked on the oak door, to be greeted with Matt. He had bags under his eyes and looked like something was on his mind. “Hey..”I said smiling. “Hey.” He replied smiling slightly. It was nice to see his smile in person after two weeks.

We made our way to his room. As he returned to the position he was in before I had turned up. “Soo.. how’ve you been?” I asked looking at him. “Good.” He mumbled looking back down at his brittle bitten nails. I just nodded looking around the room that I’ve been in many times before, nothing was new. The silence was almost deafening, but he suddenly spoke up. “um y/n I’ve been thinking, I know you’ll probably be confused and I will completely understand but I think we should take a break.” “What?” I said in utter shock. Me and Matt had never even argued where did this come from. He swallowed. “I don’t want us to end on an argument but I think we’re just not meant to be.”he said whispering the last part. “Matt.. please don’t do this we can work it out I promise, where did it all go wrong?” I asked as my voice cracked and vision blurred trying to fight back the tears forming in my eyes. He didn’t reply instead picking at his nails and biting the inside of his cheek, I slowly arose from the bed not knowing what else to say, grabbing my things and left his room making sure to be quiet as I didn’t want to make a scene in front of his brothers.

Matt pov:

I sat there like a coward watching her leave as I felt the lump form in my throat, wishing I could bring myself to tell her but I just couldn’t find the words. As I heard the front door close, I sat soaked in my own guilt regretting everything that just went down. I hate myself for knowing I hurt her but I know it’s for the best.

Reader pov:

I slowly slid into the drivers seat letting the tears that had built up fall, wiping them away with the sleeve of my jumper. I took a slight glimpse in the rear view mirror at my mascara stained face, I was a state I need to go home now. I quickly started the car pulling away to drive home. Where did i go wrong? Did I do that had upset him? I had so many questions but no answers. I eventually arrived at my apartment rushing inside before my neighbours could see me like this, I didn’t even have the energy to change into pyjamas I just slid under my covers curling up into a ball crying myself to sleep. He was perfect all I could have ever asked for, the person I wanted by my side forever till death do us apart.

He was the one for me, but I guess I wasn’t the one for him.

Matt pov:

I bit my nails staring into the abyss of room, thinking the events that occurred not even hours ago. Just thinking about her makes me realise how much she deserved to be with someone who could be there for her whenever and forever through all the ups and downs. I wish I could be that person but I can’t. If I had the time I would have married her someday possibly even had kids. I know she’ll be upset but she’s a strong woman and I know she’ll find the one.

Although She was the one for me, I wasn’t the one for her.

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A/N: 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬! And I wanna say a big thanks to my friend who helped me go over this lyl

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ghostly-wisp · 1 year

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MR. LOVERMAN, CHAPTER 2

i finished this at like 2am after last night's episode so like?? ignore how rushed it might seem i was tired

warnings—mentions of alcohol (reader gets drunk)

[series masterlist ] [chapter 1] [chapter 3]

A couple of months went by, a lot faster than how Pedro expected it to be. Before he knows it, it's nearly Thanksgiving break. and soon, it's going to be time for winter vacation. By then, the year will already be halfway over.

Thanksgiving break wasn't as big of a deal to students, because the break was shorter. It was just a long weekend, but still–a break is a break nontheless. The worst day was the Monday before, and the Monday after.

Mondays never used to bother Pedro, frankly, he didn't mind waking up early and driving to work while the sun was still coming out, however, some moving into the apartment complex — the neighbors are less than considerate. They blast their crappy remixed music until ungodly hours of the night, which resulted in him getting a lot less sleep than before, and he couldn't quite enjoy the sun anymore. He wonders if he should've kept the house in the divorce–he paid for it after all. Though he wouldn't feel as happy in it anymore, it wouldn't be home.

He can't think of the details of his divorce for too long, it'll either make him feel upset or angry. As he's going to work, he can't be either of those things. The students shouldn't see him like that, and some of them are already upset and angry enough for both of them.

He drives into the staff parking lot at 7:02, which gives him just barely enough time to get into his classroom and prepare for the day ahead. He had a good week before vacation planned, all his students were going to the lab — he finally got the okay to perform the elephant toothpaste experiment — and he was sure that the kids would love an experiment like that. He gets his bag filled with yeast, water, and food coloring – and he's off into the building.

He can tell the staff doesn't want to be here either, their huge coffees and barely awake mumbling. He can only imagine how the students will be. Only four days, then it's a long weekend and Thanksgiving. He's only halfway to his classroom when he notices you're not too far in front of him in the hall, so he calls your name.

When you turn–you smile at the sight of your friend, honestly, you thought it would've been Jen or someone else you just didn't have the energy to talk to at the moment. "Morning, Pedro." you hum, stopping in your tracks to allow him to catch up. "What's the plan for today?"

"Elephant toothpaste!" He exclaims, turning the corner to the hallway of both your classrooms. He's already talked your ear off about this experiment – so you didn't need to ask about it again. If there was anything he was more passionate about than teaching, it was science. It's what made him such an effective teacher. "And you?"

"Nothing special. I had a test planned but honestly, I might just put on a movie." giving them a test would be pointless, and probably just piss your students off. He nods as if he heard your thoughts, "That would probably be better."

You smile, stopping at your door and finding your room's key on the Keychain. "A couple of other teachers and I are going out after school on Thursday, to celebrate the vacation." You tell him, he's standing up against a locker watching you struggle with your keys before finally pushing your classroom door open. "Probably to some bar, you're welcome to join us. If you want."

It feels nice to be included in work parties like this, to have the chance to interact with people you work with for hours on end five times a week, outside of an environment where you have to watch what you say and force this sort of politeness. However, the age thing made it harder for him.

The age gap doesn't stop him from being friends with the other teachers—the technology teacher just around the corner was fifteen or so years older than Pedro, though he can assure you he won't be at this gathering. He can already imagine the crowd it will likely be, you, Sam, and a bunch of other teachers in their late twenties to early thirties. He would be out of place, too old to be hanging out with the youth. God forbid you wanted to dance — the last time he danced was at his wedding, ten years ago. "I dunno," he says after a few moments of contemplating, playing with the lid of his coffee cup, following "Don't you think – I'll be a little out of place?" He decides to put it lightly, instead of, don't you think I won't fit in because I'm old?

"Don't be ridiculous," you dismiss, waving your hand as you put your coat and bag in the closet behind your desk. "You realize, half the staff loves you, right? Think you're the coolest guy they've met." and some other things you promised not to say.

"And the other half?"

"They don't know you."

Thursday came quicker than Pedro expected, though he should've known given it was just a four-day week, and there wasn't any productive work happening in his classroom.

He didn't give it much thought until you popped your head into his room once all the children left the school for the weekend. "Did you make up your mind?" you ask, his attention shifts to you, he can't help but notice the new way you had styled your hair today, and he made a mental note to say something about it.

"Are you sure I won't be too old for you youths?" He asks playfully, "I don't want to drag the rest of you down." To this response, you roll your eyes. "Pedro Pascal." You huff, stepping completely into his classroom. "Enough with this age nonsense, I bet you can still bust some moves. Have fun tonight."

"Fine, I'll go." He can't seem to find a way to say no to you, part of him thinks he doesn't entirely want to, it's been so long since he went out with friends and relaxed like this, perhaps it was the night of his graduation night when he went to the bar last. That feels like centuries ago now. "You don't mind if I leave at seven? I have to be in bed by eight."

"Oh, shut up! you're not that old!"

He's back in his apartment, looking frantically for any clothes to wear that weren't too business casual, this was a bar after all — he wasn't going to show up in one of his silly ties. It seemed though that everything he tried on wasn't right. As the clock got closer to the time you told him to meet everyone else, he grew impatient, throwing on black pants and a long black long-sleeved shirt, and he was on his way.

He pulls into the parking lot to see a good number of cars, but none of them look familiar to him–he was nervous that he was in the wrong place, and he's about to check his phone to reread your text before he sees you getting out of your car. He assumes you saw him when you start heading over to him. He turns the engine, slips out of his truck, and locks the door.

"Wow, wow, Mr. Pascal–don't you clean up nicely," you comment, making him re-check what he's wearing as if he forgot. "Thank you, Ms. L/N. You don't look too bad yourself." You only beam, before turning heel to head towards the bar. "Come on, old man. Times tickin' before your bedtime, and we're not spending it outside in the parking lot!"

Pedro's not fully sure what he was expecting, but it wasn't this.

He wasn't completely wrong in the sense of who came — it was more people around your age interested in the dance floor playing Lady Gaga – not that she's not amazing, that woman is a God – however, it just wasn't his groove tonight. He notices Sam is very into it, they're dancing to whatever song comes on and living in the moment. Pedro is envious for a moment, he watches everyone on the dance floor for a moment, thankfully, when you slide into the chair beside him, martini in hand, and distract him from his co-workers' choreography to Bad Romance. You've got a buzz going, not that he can blame you. If he had a designated driver, he would've been drinking a little more himself.

"Pedro," you start, there's a pause before you continue. "You gotta dance—have fun with us! you look awfully lonely sittin' here by yourself with a, what are you drinking?"

"Jack Daniels," He says, "Jack Daniels!" you exclaim.

"'m not lonely." He assures, sometimes he liked the solitude. While he did come here for a social outing, sometimes he liked to be left alone in places like this. "You should go back out there! Join your friends on the dance floor!" to his suggestion, you shake your head. Even with alcohol in your system, you're just as stubborn as when you're sober. "Not without you, no!"

"Can I ask you something?" If you were sober, he would've said something stupid like you already did. Though he figures that while you're in your current state, squinting your eyes at him, perhaps now wasn't the time to use such stale humor. "Shoot,"

"Why did you get a divorce?"

…woah.

For some reason he wasn't expecting that, not from you at least—maybe Sam, or Jenny, or one of the other teachers whose first names he can never remember. He can tell you're curious, eyebrows raised and your drink is pulled closer to you, his face suddenly feels hot, and he's blushing. He can't quite figure out why, is he embarrassed?

Divorce isn't something to be embarrassed about, it happens to more people than you might think. Yeah, he's forty-seven years old and that's a little later than when most people get divorced, but it's not like it's completely unheard of. He's not Ross Geller from the show friends, it's not like this is his second or third divorce. Still, the word haunts him and follows him around as this sort of shame, this dirty word. He feels like he's judged by teachers and students. Mr. Pascal moved here because he got divorced. That his friends walk on eggshells around him, Pedro hasn't been the same since his divorce. "She cheated on me," he replies, deciding on telling the truth about it. It's the best way to face it, his life fell to shambles because his wife — the woman who he promised to love through sickness and health — decided to find comfort in the arms of another, he can't sleep as well as he used to because he moved out of his home where he had caught them, he couldn't stay there because of the reminders in each hallway what used to be.

He's caught off guard when you make a "tsk" sound, "I can't believe that," you say, "Who can cheat on you? I mean you're sweet, you're funny, and attractive, any woman would be lucky to have you!" While touched by your words that he assumes is meant to be a ego boost, he knows that he didn't give you the entire story.

"I was kind of being a shitty husband, I was drowning myself in work all the time, n' when I wasn't working, I wasn't giving her an equal amount of my time either. She found someone who would, I can't blame her for that." You wave your hand as if that part doesn't matter. "Whatever, I still can't believe someone would cheat on you. I mean, you're a heartthrob, who could let that go?" He knows you don't mean it — if you do, you're too drunk to be willingly saying it. Not to him at least, he underestimated your buzz.

"Who's your driver for tonight?" he asks, choosing not to comment on what you said to save you any embarrassment in case you wake up tomorrow and remember this. "Sam," you say, looking at the dance floor to point to them as if Pedro hadn't ever met them before. When you go to do that, you discover that they're gone. Apparently, they left. Leaving you abandoned, because well, Pedro sure as hell was not going to allow you to drive home. He pays for his drinks, and offers his arm out to you, which you not-so-gracefully stumble into. "Where we goin', Mr. Pascal?" you ask while he guides you to the doors of the bar. You're leaning into his chest, he's a lot leaner than you thought, and he smells vaguely of vanilla. "I'm taking you to my house," he sighs, patting his pockets until he finds his keys, unlocking the car to help you in.

He sighs once he's finally got you into the car, he's thankful that he went because god knows where you could've been by now, and he doesn't want anything happening to you—he's also thankful because he has material to tease you about once you're well enough to understand.

I'm a heartthrob. He thinks, smirking wide as he gets into the driver's seat.

TAGLIST:

@djarinsstuff @doodlebob-mp3 @wanniiieeee @zeyzeys-stuff @jay1bird23 @corpsebridenightamare @queerponcho

#pedro pascal #x reader #reader insert #fem reader #female reader #pedro pascal x reader insert #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal fic #narcos #joel miller #javier pena #oberyn martell #ghostly wisp #mr. loverman

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pherelesytsia · 1 year

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Thomas Shelby Masterlist

Mr Loverman Thomas receives a call and imagines the worst.

Forgotten DinnerSunday dinner was always important to Y/N, but the night ends differently after Thomas arrives over five hours too late.(+18) Whisper of a loving HeartThomas Shelby was always drawn to Y/N, but never found the courage to invite her to dinner but when a man dances with her he can no longer stay in the background.

Safe and SoundThomas Shelby never found time to spend a day with his wife and daughter, but one day he stays home.

Bloodbath At his daughter’s 18th birthday Thomas is not enjoying the attention his daughter is receiving from the male guests but his wife can calm him down before the feast can end in a bloodbath. Burn little witchThomas Shelby, a knight on a hunt for a witch finds his horse under the care of a woman living in the cottage instead of a wicked creature and slowly falls in love with her.

PART ONE

Fool of a Man After a fight, Thomas comes home.(+18)

Feast for Eyes Thomas comes after a long day home.(+18)

Love me tender, Y/N´s parents find out their daughter is dating Thomas Shelby.

Ragging Oceans Thomas finds his girlfriend crying by the cliffs.

Lovelier than a Dream Lazy mornings are not common in the Shelby household, but one spring morning, Thomas cannot find the motivation to get dressed.

How did you know? Y/N always had special abilities, saw the future of her family but one day after John nearly faced death, Thomas demands answers.

Stars were falling, Thomas and Y/N are stargazing and lose themselves in the beauty of the night.

Bleeding Heart Y/N takes care of Thomas after he was shot.

Forbidden Fruit Alfie Solomons finds out his younger sister is dating Thomas Shelby and forbids her to see him ever again, but his words cannot scare her.

Secret Girlfriend, Thomas Shelby, a man of many secrets, can no longer keep one of his most guarded secrets hidden after his girlfriend is in danger.

In the Shadow of Somme Thomas believes his sister is a blessed woman, never faced war nor the destruction of France, but one day they find out what their sister was up to in 1916.

Duties of a father, Thomas has not only neglected his duties as a husband but also as a father.

Duties of a Husband Thomas makes his wife know how deeply he loves and needs her.

Blinders Business As Thomas Shelby hears of a thriving business in town, he arranges a meeting with the head of the company.

I'll never be her, Finding out Thomas has been secretly seeing Grace, Y/N leaves with Charlie.

I have always loved you,Y/N finds out Thomas is warming another woman's bed and suddenly she finds herself in John's arms.

Shadows of the Untold Thomas discovers the dark past of his wife.

May I have this dance? Thomas had never found the bravery to ask Y/N to a dance, let alone talk to her, but when he notices her in the embrace of a man and hears about the men desiring to marry her, he cannot hold back.

How could you…. A rumour turned into truth, and the brothers are incapable of forgiving the youngest among them.

Dance through the Rain The romantic anniversary was planned to the smallest detail, but Thomas failed to include a rainstorm.

The Sailors Chant When Y/N's date doesn't show up, she sets off on her own through the dark streets of Birmingham.

Sealed Promise A secret, guarded like the royal crown, uncovered by Sherlock Holmes, comes to light.

The Ring In hope of getting her hand in marriage, men of high status are knocking on the door, but the man Y/N hopes to see is not among them.

The Barn Thomas and his girlfriend meet in secret, but the weather gets in the way.

Lurking in the Shadows As Halloween draws near, Charlie's mother worries that even Thomas will fear the costume of his son.

Coming Home for Christmas Returning home late after a rough day, Thomas arrives in an empty living room and not even the dog greets him.

(Un)lonely on Christmas Thomas visits Garrisons and meets the new barmaid.

Love me series

As Thomas Shelby hears Y/N´s parents are searching for a suitable husband for their child Y/N faces a loveless marriage she hoped to never encounter, but slowly the cold walls crumble as the scent of spring is dancing over the meadows.

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE

Lost series

Thomas Shelby, a single father, lost his son at the fair and finds him in the arms of an unknown woman and is enchanted by her.

Part One Part Two Part Three

Who did this to you...?

Bruised and broken, Y/N, trapped in a loveless marriage, arrives at her best friend's house, desperately hoping someone will help her, aware she cannot return to the estate of her husband.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

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addisonstars · 3 months

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"mr. loverman"

written for day 15 of january for @jegulus-microfic with the prompt "comb" totaling 216 words

Now that Regulus was aware of the effect he had on James, it was as if he went out of his way to make James drool and stare at him at every passing turn. Regulus had always looked divine, yes, but now? He looked god-like.

It was in the way that he would secretly look at Regulus across this dining hall and lick his lips to make James hesitate when eating his food. The way they would brush past each other on their way to class and Regulus would be sure to walk close but not close enough to James so he could smell Regulus’ cologne, but not reach out and ‘accidentally’ touch his hand.

It was in the way that he combed back his hair every morning, to make those perfect black waves of his do exactly what they needed to do so it looked absolutely stunning throughout the whole day.

Except at the end of each day, where the two of them would run away to the astronomy tower, or to the lake, and James was allowed to run his hands through his lover's hair. He loved the way the strands felt as he was carding his fingers through it. Now that Regulus was holding onto James, James wasn’t ever going to let go.

james potter aka james the simp potter

-a.s.

#james potter #regulus black #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #regulus x james #james x regulus #the marauders #maraduers #james fleamont potter #regulus arcturus black #james is a SIMP #jegulus fic #jegulus microfic #addisonstars #addisonstars mircofic tag #addisonstars jegulus microfic tag:

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ltrlynick · 2 months

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Hello Tumblr! First post on here and it's yaoi, just as intended! Rushed this one for Valentine's, but I think it didn't turn out bad! Happy Valentine's to everyone :-)

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joshbruh10x · 10 months

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Fazcule Week

Day 2: Lyrical Skit

Ok so yeah I made an animation for this, and it probably took longer than I anticipated. Also it's been a while since I've done these weird uhh stop motion? Uhhh story boarding? Idk, whatever this is that's somehow considered animation.

Originally I had this idea from just listening to a bunch of songs and hence the usage of one of my favorite music artists, so this was technically just random things in my head visualized

So here's the 3 idiots in my head turned into an animation with a slightly cheesy song in the background with cheesy plot

(may I also suggest listening to Ricky Montgomery, his music is banger and it's not just Line without a hook or Mr. loverman I swear)

#fazcule #fazcule week #glamrock freddy #glamrock bonnie #montgomery gator #joshblogs #they are stuck in my head #ricky im sorry for using your song for ungodly cringe content #i swear #roxanne wolf #glamrock chica #glamrock foxy #yeah i forgot to tag you three mb #joshanimates

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sunbitesworld · 1 year

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Bestie, I would like some Jack comfort, please 🥺👉👈. I just want some feel good and everything will alright vibes, you know??

I gotchu bestie! I hope this is what you wanted? It's kinda angsty- <3 Also this hits hard when you listen to this song while reading imo.

GN! Reader

Warnings: Angst with comfort, mentions of Ian cheating.

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You were curled up in bed, hugging your pillow to your chest as tight as you possibly could. It had been months since Ian admitted to cheating, months since you met Jack. You genuinely thought things were getting better now, that you were finally over Ian's cheating ass.

Well, you thought wrong. Here you were, crying over him in the middle of the night again. You were trying so hard to hold back your small sobs, you really didn't want to wake up the ghost who was sleeping peacefully next to you.

Suddenly, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around you from behind. Damnit, you thought. You weren't sure why, but accidentally waking up Jack made you want to cry harder. "Sunspot, what's wrong?" He mumbled, pulling you to his chest.

"I didn't mean to wake you, please j-just go back to sleep..." You tried not to sound like you were crying, but failed miserably. "Hey, it's okay to cry..." He leaned down, gently kissing the top of your head. "It just means you're human, Sunshine." You started to sob, clawing at the pillow tighter. "It hurts, Jack! What Ian did is unforgiveable!" You hid your face in the pillow, to muffle your heartbreaking cries. "You never have to forgive him, not after how bad he hurt you..." Jack whispered, just holding you close.

You let go of the pillow, dropping it to the floor as you turned around to face him. "Oh Sunspot..." His heart shattered, looking at your cheeks that were puffy from all the tears. Gently, he pulled you back to his chest.

You sobbed into it for what felt like eternity, until it died down to just an occasional hiccup. "He never deserved you. You're far to perfect for a nobody like him, Sunshine..." Jack whispered in your ear while rubbing your back to soothe you.

"Everything will be okay, I've got you. I will never let anyone hurt you like that ever again..." His hand moved up to stroke your hair, it felt so calming. "Thank you, Jack. You mean so much to me..." You whispered, your eyes closing.

You just wanted to go back to sleep, you wanted to forget about crying over that jerk. "Anytime, Sunshine. Get some rest, okay? You're safe with me..." He placed one last kiss to your forehead, watching you drift off to sleep.

You truly did feel safe with Jack around, especially when he holds you in his arms like this. It brought a smile to your once sad face as you cuddled up closer to him.

He glared at the wall as he kept his hold on you. "I'll make him pay for every tear that he caused you..." He hissed, trying to contain his anger the best he possibly could. He'll take care of Ian later, all that matters is you.

#something's wrong with sunny day jack #swwsdj #male yandere x reader #male yandere #sfw headcanons #angst with comfort #angst headcanons #angst fic #sfw fic #sdj x reader #sdj jack #sunny day jack x reader #sunny day jack

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everlastlady · 7 months

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What would happen if someone were to cheat on Striker? He's an antihero in this one.

Sorry that this took so long to answer was taking a break from HB because burn out but I'm back I hope that you enjoy the story.

Mr. Loverman

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✰ Author's Note: Hello! My little imps, demonic sinners, & powerful overlords. Welcome back to another Helluva Boss story with Striker x Cheating reader. I hope that you guys enjoy this story because I wrote this while watching Corpse Bride and Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Makes me wonder if I should write something with a corpse bride reader. Don't forget to like, comment, or give reblog if you love this story. Remember to always support your local community writers or writers in general. Also don't forget to eat, drink water, take your medicine, and that you are loved.

✰ Word Count: 2302

✰ Story Contains: Angst, Cheater Reader, Distant Striker, Sexual Implementations, Gender Neutral Reader, & Best Friend Verosika Mayday.

You and Striker had been dating for a year, the two of you had always had a strong love for each other. Striker admired everything about you from the way you would sass him and that adorable laughter you had whenever you laughed at one of his jokes. You thought you had the perfect relationship until Striker got more involved with his work; he got more obsessed with killing some demon prince and a group of imps. Whenever you tried to hug Striker he would push you away or tell you to go away. Sometimes he would come home and yell at you for no reason whatever happened at work he would take it out on you. That now you would just sleep in the other room to avoid dealing with Striker. Currently laying in bed now the house was quiet and there was nothing really to do until your friend texted you about going to a club in the Lust ring. It’s been a while since you had any fun so you decided to go. You slipped into a lovely outfit that would go with the Lust ring and freshened yourself up. You grabbed your keys and left not bothering to tell Striker where you would be heading. It's not like he would care. You could hear him in the bedroom that you guys used to share cleaning his weapons while on the phone with a client. You arrived at the club in the Lust ring where your friend Verosika was already waiting for you. “ (Name)! There you are, get your ass over here and let’s head inside, before someone takes the good tables. “ She said, placing her hand on her hip. Thanks to Verosika being a famous popstar the bouncer had let the two of you and Verosika took you two towards her favorite table in the vip section. Six drinks later and Verosika rolled her eyes. “ You need to dump that cowboy imp if he’s just going to treat you like shit and not even try in the relationship. Take it from me honey, I was with an imp that left me shitty and dry emotionally and sexually, you deserve better. “ Versoika took a sip of her drink, as you sighed softly.

“ I don’t know I feel like me and him could still have something, maybe I should change my clothes or hair. “ You said while tapping your finger against the glass. “ Honey, you shouldn’t have to change yourself for anyone, just forget about him and have fun tonight. “ Versoika stood up to go and dance with a female spider demon she had spotted; you sighed and decided to go and get another drink. From the bar as you stood at the bar you heard the sound of someone clearing their throat. You turned around to see an incubus demon with white hair and yellow eyes with black pupils, he had golden piercings on his eyebrow and was wearing a black leather jacket and matching pants. “ Hey, do you wanna dance? “ The incubus demon with the pink skin stared at you with a nervous expression. You grabbed your drink and looked at him. You won’t lie he was actually kind of cute and it’s been a while since you had fun so you decided to take Verosika advice and say fuck you smiled. “ I’d love to dance. “ The incubus demon smiled at your request and took your hand as the two of you head to the dance floor. “ My name is Jesse by the way what’s your name cutie? “ Jesse danced with you as the music played loud but you could perfectly hear him.

“ My name is (Name) “ You said while dancing with Jesse what a cute name you thought Jesse it rolls off the tongue like a sweet treat. “ Do you have a boyfriend, (Name)? “ He asked while holding your hand and placed his other hand on your hip, the two of you dancing close together. You wanted to say yes because you loved Striker but another part of you wanted to say no because did Striker even deserve the title boyfriend? besides you were having fun with Jesse. “ No, I don’t have a boyfriend. “ You giggled but felt bad about lying but decided to push that feeling aside. “ Wow, I’m surprised that a pretty thing like yourself doesn’t have a partner, sorry if this seems forward but do you wanna come back to my place tonight maybe watch a movie? I make a really good strawberry cheesecake. “ Jesse grinned while holding you close. You did want to get out of this nightclub since your feet were hunting, the music was starting to her overwhelming, and you wanted to spend more time with Jesse. “ Sure, I would like that very much. “ You flashed Jesse a sweet smile that made his heart almost melt. “ I rode my bike here so I hope you aren’t scared to hop on~ “ Jesse smirked but you only laughed. “ I was riding bikes when I was teenager. It was the first thing I bought with my own money but had to scrap to keep affording my apartment. “ You said walking out of the club with Verosika who saw the two of you. “ That’s right honey get some dick tonight and don’t think about him! “ You stopped in your tracks as Jesse turned around and looked at you. “ What did she mean by him? Also I didn’t know you knew Verosika “ Jesse raised an eyebrow.

“ She’s talking about my ex, he’s a real jerk who never paid any attention to me and would just take his anger out on me. So Verosika invited me out to the club tonight to forget about him, we had been apart for three weeks. “ You bite the inside of your cheek. Keeping up with this lie was something you tried to stomach. “ I met Verosika at a party, how do you know her? “ You asked while finally leaving the nightclub with Jesse. “ She is my cousin, before she was famous she would sing into her hairbrush in front of me when we were teenagers while wanting me to rate her singing, heh, also your ex sounds like a dick if I was dating you I would treat you right. “ Jesse’s tail is wrapped around your waist. “ It’s good that my cousin invited you out tonight to forget about him, maybe I could help with that too? “ Jesse placed his finger underneath your chin so you could look at him. “ Let’s get out of here. “ Jesse grabbed his helmet and handed it to you. You smiled and placed it on your head and got on the back of Jesse’s bike and wrapped your arms around his waist. Driving into the night, you had arrived at Jesse’s place. You got off the bike and handed him back his helmet. “ Heh, maybe I should get a custom helmet made for you. That;s if you enjoyed the drive? “ He smirked. “ I did and I wouldn’t mind getting a custom helmet. “ You walk with Jesse into his house; as Jesse flips on the lights. His place was quite nice and looked comfortable. You heard small meows and looked down to see a blue icy looking skull cat. “ Aw. “ You kneel down to pet the cat as Jesse hangs up his jacket and turns around. “ Oh, that’s snow she is my cat, got her from the shelter that I was working at before I became a bouncer at Ozzie “ He looked over at you, as you stood. “ Can I use your bathroom? “ You asked, all that drinking at the club had hit you. Jesse nodded and told you it’s down the hall on the right.

“ Thanks. “ You walked down the hallway and headed into the bathroom and looked in a mirror. Feeling disgusted at what you were doing you decided to splash some water on your face. You felt your phone buzz and pulled it out seeing it was a message from Striker who was asking you where you were at. You sighed and said that you were at the club with Verosika. You were surprised that Striker had texted you the last text that was shared between the two of you was three weeks ago. You waited for Striker to text you back as you could see the three dots of the bubble chat loading showing that he was texting but then it stopped and all he said was okay. You sighed and shook your head putting your phone back into your bag; you jumped when hearing a knock on the door. “ Are you okay in there? Hope you didn’t fall in “ Jesse chuckled. You opened the door and gave a weary smile. “ Just feeling weird from all that drinking at the club. '' You said. “ Then let’s get some water and food into your system, maybe you’ll feel better right after if not I’ll get you some medicine. '' Jesse guided you to the bathroom. He was kind enough to make an oven pizza for you both and handed you a water bottle with some medicine. You sat on the couch eating the pizza with Jesse and drinking some water; he was right you were already feeling better.

After eating, you had your head rested on Jesse’s chest while curled up next to him with his hand on your hip as the two of you watched a horror movie together; you remembered how you and Striker would sit on the couch like this and watch movies this almost brought tears to your eyes but you were snapped out of your thoughts when Jesse turned your face towards him and kissed you. Your eyes fluttered close as you kissed him back, he pressed his lips ,pressed against you and parted your lips with his fingers as he slipped his tongue into your mouth; and you leaned into the kissed and wrapped your arms around Jesse who sat up and pulled you into his lap, the kissing between you two got heated and intimate that Jesse pulled away for a second. “ Are you sure that you wanna do this? “ Jesse asked. You knew this was wrong even if you and Striker’s relationship was on the rocks cheating didn’t feel right but the moments you were having with Jesse was something that you desperately craved to have with Striker again. “ Yes, I wanna do this. “ You said. Jesse smiled and picked you up as he took you to his bedroom.

After that night of what happened between you and Jesse, you continued to see him behind Striker’s back, always texting him or hanging out with him. That sadness, anger, and loneliness Striker gave you, Jesse eventually found out that you were dating Striker when Versoika told him the truth thinking it will help you pull away from Striker. Jesse of course wasn’t mad he even tried to encourage you to leave Striker so that you and him could live together and date. You told him you needed some time to think about it to which he told you. “ Take all the time you need. “ You sat on the couch watching a movie when Striker walked in the room; and stood in front of the TV. “ Yes? “ You asked, annoyed. Striker didn’t say anything; he tossed your phone into your lap and glared. You looked down seeing that your screen was on the text messages between you and Jesse. Your heart dropped to your feet. “ So you're cheating on me, so when were you going to tell me dumpling? “ Striker glared letting out a hiss. “ Or were you going to tell me when you leave. Is this Jesse person better than me, do you love him? “ Striker stared down at you. You bite your lip and sigh; you might as well tell the truth/ “ I’m sorry for cheating on you, I know it wasn’t right and I should have broken up with you. Yes, I love Jesse because he’s giving me something you haven’t in a long while. “ You stood up and looked at him. “ You let your work and hatred for those imps get in between our relationship that we just feel like roommates more than lovers. So I’m sorry for cheating you so to end this we need to break up; I'm going with Jesse. “ Before you could turn away Striker grabbed your wrist. “ You’re upset because I’m not giving you any attention to you so you decided to cheat and now you wanna leave me for some demon in the Lust ring who could be fucking half the people in that ring. Darlin’ listen to yourself. “ Striker tried to reach out and touch you but you shook your head and stepped back. “ I’m going… “ You turned away and went to your bedroom.

Striker followed behind you telling you that you’ll regret leaving him, that Jesse is just using you for sex that if you come back to him that you’ll have to be begging on your knees. You ignored him and packed your things. With two suitcases back you looked at Striker. “ Goodbye Striker, I hope you accomplish your goals and don’t let them destroy you. “ You walked out the front door and left Striker standing in the doorway until you disappeared down the road in your car. Striker tried to stay calm but eventually broke down crying he felt like it was his fault that you left. He wanted this to all be a bad dream; he was mad at himself for not putting effort into the relationship, he was mad at you for cheating, he was mad at Jesse for stealing you from him, and he was mad at his work for getting in the way of your guys' relationship. He missed you and he wanted you back, he would get you back.

#helluva boss #hazbin hotel #helluva striker #helluva verosika #helluva jesse #helluva striker x reader #helluva jesse x reader #striker x you #striker x gn reader #jesse x gn reader #gn reader #helluva fanfiction #helluva fandom #everlasting writes🪻#everlast answers☕

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sorendeimos · 30 days

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Some of the fics I’m working on

Enjoy some snippets of the fics I'm working on below! Most of these are Explicit or Mature due to multiple reasons, from sexual themes to graphic violence to just being heavy and difficult to wade through topics. Please read ahead and speculate with that in mind!

Eternal Damnation, Explicit, (Sexual)

The soul between them looked back down at his mangled corpse in front of Them all, at the crowd gathering around the mutilated bag of broken bones and bleeding flesh, at the bus he had been pushed in front of by his sobbing friends nearby. “Do I get to pick where I go?” He asked softly, and his voice shook a bit, as if he were scared of the answer. The two men looked at each other over his head, locking gazes, before Severus waved a hand coated in pitch and sharply clawed in dismissal. Lupin smiled a dazzling, straight and white smile back that had the other man rolling his eyes. “Of course you can, sweet soul. There’s no reason you couldn’t, really. It explains why both of us got the same assignment,” Lupin reached his own hand, stark white and finely manicured, into his waistcoat pocket to extract the golden watch. He gazed down at the face, clicked his tongue, and snapped it closed. He spoke as he placed it back away. “We should make this quick, however, as you may fade within, say, an hour.” “An hour and a half by My estimation.” “And you’ve never been wrong before, isn’t that right, Severus?” Lupin drawled, trailing his golden gaze back to lock with the narrowed one looking at him. “That was one time,” Severus hissed between clenched teeth, lips curling back in a snarl that showed off sharp pointed fangs. “So he’s the angel? I thought… well… I-it’s just.”

Becoming God, Severus POV, Mature (Heavy Themes. Sexual)

I have never been a privileged child. I never grew up with the assurance that my parents loved me and would protect and defend me to the ends of the earth. I grew up with no such illusions that this was a reality I lived within because if it were, She wouldn’t have cowered when he turned his attentions from beating Me for the infraction of the hour to Her. She would have already been between us, defending Me as best She could have. That doesn’t mean I don’t love them. As much as I hate to say that, I love them and I wish they were better. I wish that the God My father so ardently claims to worship would fix him so he was kind, or simply smite him dead. But God doesn’t exist, so I suppose I will have to take matters into My own hands.

Becoming God, Sirius POV, Mature (Heavy Themes, Sexual)

It is never easy to let go of your own upbringing. It’s never simple to accept who you are in the face of family looking down on you and sneering at what you’ve become, despite their best efforts to make you something - someone - that you aren’t. And by God did they try. Mother poked and prodded, snipped with words laced with poison meant to erode away all the “unseemly behaviours for someone of our ilk, Sirius” that came with being myself. But She never succeeded, and it was the worst day of My life when She said She had no eldest son. When She disowned Me and blasted My name off the family tree as I ran from home. It was also the best day of My life because I was finally free.

Coping, Lucius Chapter, Explicit (Sexual)

“This is unhealthy, Severus. Look at what I do to you.” Lucius ran soft fingers over the bruised flesh of Severus’ wrists. He pressed a kiss to one, then the other, and sighed. “You won’t let Me heal these, will you?” “Of course not, they’re to remind Me.” “Of what?” “That I’m alive.”

Mr. Loverman, Mature (Graphic Violence)

“Last chance.” Harry says, his eyes are dead, no longer sparkling green but flat and dangerous. He hasn’t been the same since Draco. The man panics, thrashing in the chair and trying to shake Harry off. He screams, yells that he knows nothing, that he wasn’t there, that he never hated Draco, that he wasn’t even in the country, anything to get Harry to hear him. By the time Harry is done with Pucey, the man has no teeth, a broken jaw, and the fear of one Harry James Potter engraved into his bones. He turns himself in for the list of charges the DMLE has on him two days later when the jaw pain becomes unbearable, and sobs with relief when they fix it. He refuses to give Harry up. He thanks them when they escort him to Azkaban, and he sobs when they lock him into his cell.

I hope you all look forward to these pieces! Any ideas or speculations on the storylines are ALWAYS welcome, though I reserve the right to confirming or denying them!

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take-it-on-the-run · 4 months

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Dean Winchester Playlist

"There ain't no me if there ain't no you."

A/N: Could also be interpreted as 'Being in Love With Dean Winchester'. This has been updated (3/23/24) because Hozier just had to come out with the most perfect song for Dean after I finished his playlist.

House of The Rising Sun // The Animals

My father was a gamblin' man; down in New Orleans

Trouble // Cage The Elephant

Will it come to pass, or will I pass the test?; You know what they say, yeah, the wicked get no rest

Supermassive Black Hole // Muse

You caught me under false pretenses; how long before you let me go?

Too Sweet // Hozier

I think I'll take my whiskey neat; my coffee black��and my bed at three; you're too sweet for me

I Bet on Losing Dogs // Mitski

I bet on losing dogs; I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place; by the ring

I Love You So // The Walters

I just need someone in my life to give it structure

Mr. Loverman // Rick Montgomery

The alcohol served its tour; and it's headed straight for my skin; leaving me daft and dim

Cigarette Daydreams // Cage The Elephant

You can drive all night; looking for the answers in the pouring rain

Love Like Ghosts // Lord Huron

I don't feel 'til it hurts sometimes; oh, go on, baby, hurt me tonight

Lover, You Should've Come Over // Jeff Buckley

My body turns; and yearns for a sleep that won't ever come; it's never over

Imaginary Lover // Atlanta Rhythm Section

Imaginary lovers never turn you down; when all the others turn you away, they're around

Working for the Knife // Mitski

I start the day high and end so low; 'cause I'm working for the knife

No Surprises // Radiohead

A job that slowly kills you; bruises that won't heal

Simple Man // Lynyrd Skynyrd

Boy, don't you worry, you'll find yourself; follow your heart and nothing else

Hey Jude // The Beatles

For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool; by making his world a little colder

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cceanvvaves · 7 months

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earphones; c.ty

(moved to isanggayfrog) warning: drunk-driving, swearing

My grandpa was a romantic.

He always told me stories about his late wife, my grandmother.

The stories were really cute, they seemed so happy together, and so in love.

The thing is, I don't believe in love.

Ever since my father left my mother, I always saw relationships as a chance for enemies to hold you close and crush your heart.

Alone, Mother resorted to drinking heavily. She would come home late at night, bawling her eyes out and muttering incoherent things under her breath. She would upturn tables, smash plates and scream, while my grandfather brought me to his room and told me stories to calm me down, but her actions scared me.

One night she came home late and got into an accident because of drunk-driving.

She never made it out alive.

So, I was put into the care of my grandpa. I was not very sad. I was only 7 after all, and I was just glad the screaming were over. Although I unhappy because I lost someone I was related to by blood, she was never like a mother to me. It was always grandpa who watched over me.

When she was gone, grandpa was quiet for months. He stopped telling me stories, almost as if his only purpose was to keep me alive. Even at a young age I understood he was grieving, so I let him be and distracted myself with books and music, purchasing vinyl records and playing it on grandpa's record player.

My family is fairly wealthy, so even with no one in the household working, we had enough to live.

Grandpa became somewhat cheerful again after 3 years. 3 years it took him to get used to the pain of losing his only daughter, but I was happy to have someone to talk to. I was never the talkative type at school, so I was known as 'the weird girl with a crazy mother'. I didn't mind, as long as they left me alone, which they did.

Anyway, grandpa told me stories again, but this time he always ended it with a, "You'll find your love someday too, Y/N." which greatly annoyed me. What if I didn't want to fall in love?

My favorite days were Saturdays, because he would come out of his room and dance with me. Because of him, I came to prefer slow and old-style music, which led me to discover Stephen Sanchez. Outside I was a serious student, but behind closed doors I was just a child, laughing at the littlest things.

Unfortunately, Grandfather was no longer young, and his health decreased. He tired easily, and his voice grew hoarse. One day when I delivered him porridge to eat, he laid a fragile hand on my shoulder and said, "I want to see you happy with someone, Y/N. When are you going to look for a lover?"

I calmly fixed his bedsheets before replying, "I'm not interested in love, grandpa."

"You can't live alone!"

"I have you."

"I won't be here forever."

Perhaps I had a fear of being alone, because those words triggered me.

"You still have long to live, grandpa!"

"Old age is making things difficult-"

"No! Please stay with me, I can't lose you-"

"That's why you need to find someone, Y/N! It will make it easier to cope when I'm gone-"

"Stop saying things as if you're gonna die!" I yelled, storming out of his room and grabbing my things. I headed towards the basketball court, hoping for some peace and quiet.

It seems that the universe was not on my side today, because the court was filled with sweaty, noisy teenagers, all trying to show off to the girl on the bench. I admit, she was really pretty.

Not wanting to attract attention I sat on the corner bench, away from everyone. I put on my earphones and played Ricky Montgomery's 'Mr. Loverman'.

I stayed there, humming with my eyes closed, alone in my world of music. However I was interrupted by a figure over me. Pausing the music, I raised an eyebrow at her. "Yes?"

"Were you playing 'Mr. Loverman', by any chance?"

I checked to see that my earphones were properly connected. "How did you know?

She took a seat beside me. "The tune you were humming seemed familiar."

I turned red in embarrassment. Oh gosh, she heard me singing. "I am so sorry if I bothered you-"

"No, no," she brushed it off, "you've got a beautiful voice." If possible, I blushed even further. "May I listen?" she asked, gesturing to my phone. "Yeah, sure." I said, offering her the left side. My earphones were pretty short, so we were forced together, arms touching.

"My name is Tzuyu, by the way."

"Y/N."

We spent comfortable silence together for a bit until one of the boys strutted towards us, flexing his bare, skinny arms desperately as if there was something to be proud of. "Tzu, why are you sitting next to this weirdo? Hang out with us instead." he said, pointing at his friends who waved.

"First of all," Tzuyu got to her feet, irritated because this guy cut off a really good song, "shut the fuck up, Ryan. I'm only here because m friends are busy and I've got nothing to do. Secondly, since when did I allow you to call me 'Tzu'? Lastly," she got all up to her face, and it sort of made me snicker because she was taller than him, "she is not a weirdo. It's more fun yo hang out with her than you. Now fuck off."

She sat back closer next to me, and I was quite shocked because no one has ever stood up for me before. "Did you mean that?" I whispered, eyes wide. She sent me a small smile, "Of course."

Ryan grumbled and headed back to his equally disappointed buddies. I, meanwhile, was in high spirits until I noticed it was starting to get dark. I stood up abruptly , accidentally wrenching the earphone out of Tzuyu's ear. "Sorry! I have to get home, my grandfather's probably waiting."

"Grandfather?" she asked, rubbing her ear.

"Yeah, I live with him."

"I'll walk you home."

No, it's okay, I know the way-"

"I insist," she leaned down closer to my face and added, "those guys are probably gonna follow you, they won't bother you with me around." I glanced at Ryan and his troops, who were throwing me dirty looks. Gulping, I nodded my head as a sign of agreement.

She grinned at me and grabbed my arm. "Lead the way!"

During the walk, I managed to learn a lot about her. She was Chou Tzuyu, Taiwanese, 20 years old. She had eight other friends and liked to sing. She moved here to Korea to study, and now worked at a café. In turn, I told her about myself. Kim Y/N, also 20, worked at a flower shop and lived with my grandfather because my mother was gone and my father left.

At this point we reached my house. "Thanks, Tzu. Can I call you Tzu?"

"You can even call me yours," she winked. I hit her playfully and she chuckled, putting her hands in her pockets. "Well, goodnight."

"You too. Get home safely."

She was a few meters away when I remembered something. "Hey, wait!" I called. "Can I get your number?" She smirked silently and we swapped numbers. "See you soon, Ms. Loverman."

I shook my head and made my way inside. I walked into grandpa's room with my head hung. "Hi, grandpa. I'm sorry for yelling at you and leaving-" I started to say, but he cut me off. "Who was she?"

Not expecting this response, I blinked in confusion. "Huh?" He pointed at the window. "The girl who walked you home." Oh... "Oh, her name is Tzuyu. I met her at the basketball court."

"Are you friends?" he questioned. I tilted my head. "Um, yeah, I guess. I don't know, I mean, we swapped numbers-"

"Text her. Hang out with her more."

"Umm... okay. Are you hungry?"

The next day, I called Marissa, my grandfather's caretaker for when I'm away. "I thought it's Sunday today? Where are you going, young lady?" she questioned in a motherly way. Over time, she'd somewhat grown to be a mother figure to me. "Just the basketball court, Mari, friend to meet. I'll see you soon. Bye, grandpa!" I waved.

Once I arrived at the court, I immediately spotted a tall figure. "Hey," Tzuyu grinned, showing her dimple, getting up and wrapping her hand around mine, "let's go somewhere else, yeah? Better scenery than here." I giggled and agreed. "Sure."

She brought me to the cinema. "Ey," I said jokingly, "a little too fast, don't you think? Movies already?" She punched me on the arm. "Shut up."

We watched 'Titanic'. Actually we were supposed to watch 'It', but I begged her to watch something else because I'm not really a horror fan, since I scare easily. She agreed, but she teased me the whole time. I had to restrain the urge to hit her.

And that's how we got closer. We hung out a lot. On weekdays, we met at 6, the time we were both free from work. Suddenly days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and the next thing I knew, we'd been friends for a whole year. In those 365 days, I got close to her, since she was my first actual friend. I introduced her to grandpa, and they seemed to get along fine. But I noticed something different. She had introduced me to her friends, and maybe it's because I knew her longer, but I didn't feel the same spark with the others. I talked to my grandpa about it.

"Grandpa?"

"Hmm?"

"Is it normal for me to feel closer to Tzuyu than other people?"

"Of course, you've known her longest, after all."

"But I feel.. different."

"Like how?"

"Like... like I want to... I don't know. I just... want to hold her hand and hug her, hang out a lot, talk about the future..."

"Y/N.. do you like her? Romantically?"

"I.. I don't know."

"Think about it, Y/N. I'm sure you'll be able to figure it out someday."

~~~~~~~~~~

This day was beautiful. The sun shone brightly and the birds sang cheerfully. Nice weather to take a walk outside, but I was cooped up inside the flower shop without customers to tend to. I sighed boredly before deciding to doodle secretly until someone came. I was in the middle of a decent tree sketch when I heard the bell ring, signaling someone's entrance. I pretended to be busy arranging flowers. "What can I do for you?"

"I want the prettiest flower."

"Well, that depends on your preferences." I said distractedly, not fully processing the familiar voice."

"I want you." I looked up, seeing the face I had grown to look forward to. "Tzu!" I exclaimed, rushing around the counter and threw my arms around her.

"Woah, hey!" she stumbled, surprised at the sudden gesture of affection. "I'm on day off today, thought I should visit you."

I groaned, "Good thing you did, I'm bored to death."

She chuckled. "Sucks to be you. Anyway, I wanted to ask if I could come over."

"What- come over to my house?" I spluttered.

"Well, yeah."

"Why?"

"Didn't you hear? There's going to be a meteor shower tonight. I think it'll be most seen at your house." she explained, shrugging. "Well, okay." I said. "Great! I'll keep you company, then."

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I closed the shop the moment the clock struck 6. "Let's go?" Tzuyu skipped ahead of me, seemingly more excited. I mean, I've always wanted to see a meteor shower, but I didn't really wish to see one. Well, I have the opportunity to now.

"Do I knock or..." Tzuyu said, pointing at the lion door knocker. "Tzuyu," I snickered, "did you knock last time?" "No, you had the... key...," she mumbled, embarrassed. "Well, anyway, grandpa wants to see you again."

I led the timid girl towards my relative's room. "Grandpa, I'm home! I brought Tzu." He answered quickly, making me shake my head amusedly, "Bring her here!" "Do I have to?" whispered my hostage. I tugged at her hand and said, "Of course, he never stopped telling me to bring you over again."

Grandpa was wide awake, peering at us with his eyes that had seen many things. He beckoned Tzuyu forward with his finger. She obeyed, bowing respectfully. "You grew well," he blurted. Tzuyu looked down shyly, staying silent. He scanned her figure and stature, his observant eyes softening. He nodded. "Grandpa! Don't intimidate her. She's fine, really." I laughed, jumping onto her back. Instinctively she caught me. "Have fun, then." he croaked, not bothering to ask what we were doing. "But no girls in the bedroom, Y/N." "Yes, yes, grandpa." I answered, my face flushed.

"What was that about?" Tzuyu wondered out loud, dragged by me to the living room.

"Nothing."

"Are you sure?"

I huffed. "Yes."

"Okay, then."

I plopped down on the rug, ignoring the perfectly comfortable armchair by the fire. Perhaps thinking it was rude to sit there, Tzuyu sat next to me. I rummaged through the collection of vinyl records. "What song do you want?"

"Huh?"

"Song."

"Umm, can we play 'Still Into You'?"

"Yes!"

I returned the records and grabbed my phone, searching it up and playing it. Waiting for 10 to come, we spent the whole time singing, dancing, snacking and listening to grandpa's stories. Tzuyu was fascinated, and while we prepared a picnic in our backyard, she pulled me aside. "Your grandpa's really fun." I held my chin up proudly. "Yes, glad you noticed." We chuckled, lying down face up with our hands under our heads.

Before we knew it, meteors started falling in the sky. "Tzuyu-ah, look!" I pointed. "Make a wish, quick!"

I closed my eyes. I thought of something to wish for, but my mind always went to the girl beside me... I wish Tzuyu would like me back.

I opened them again, looking to the side. She still had her eyes closed. "Tzu." I said softly, getting her attention. "Hmm?" her hair flipped behind her. I snickered. "What?" she demanded. "Nothing, hair flip queen." she pushed me with her foot. "Ah!" I complained jokingly, "Stinky foot."

"Heeeeyy~! I'm supposed to be the one teasing you!"

"Too bad!" I moved away from her. She went after me and pinned me to the ground. "Well, you asked for it." My eyes widened when I realized what she meant. "No! No! Don't!" But her hands had already found their way to my hips. She flexed her fingers. "Ready?"

"No!"

"Too bad!" she mocked my earlier words, then started tickling me. I squirmed underneath her, trapped between her legs and uncontrollable giggles escaping my lips. Her hands roamed my body, eager to find a ticklish spot. Finally, after seconds that felt like years, she showed me mercy and stopped. I panted tiredly. "That was totally not fair." I announced after I had caught my breath. "Don't call me 'hair flip queen' then." she shrugged. I whined. "But you are!" Tzuyu threateningly raised her hand. "Okay, okay, sorry."

We stared into each other's eyes, completely forgetting about the meteor shower in the sky. Her eyes seemed to hold more stars than the universe could ever imagine. Slowly she leaned in, making me do the same. Our lips touched, making me shiver. As her soft ones lingered on mine, the last meteor fell.

#twice #female!reader #chou tzuyu #tzuyu #tzuyu x reader #twice imagines

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ghostly-wisp · 1 year

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MR. LOVERMAN, CHAPTER 1

[series masterlist] [chapter 2] [chapter 3]

in which, the newly divorced teacher across the hall from you is more charming than you expected.

“Hey, have you introduced yourself to the new guy?” Asks your co-worker, and best friend, Sam. The two of you sharing lunch in solidarity of your classroom. Most of the time, the lunch wave was spent between the two of you talking about crazy things students said or airing out problems either of you had with other co-workers. Today, it seemed like it was going to be about the new science teacher that everyone and their mom was obsessed with.

Mr. Pascal transferred to your school just this year, replacing the old science teacher that retired the previous year. From what you understood from students, along with some teacher, he was an absolute heart throb. You were lucky enough to have your classroom across from his, so you’ve seen him a few times — but you never got a chance to actually speak to him yet. “No,” you reply. “I’ve been meaning to, though. Is he nice?”

Sam nods, taking a bite of their salad while leaning back in the uncomfortable spinny-chair. “I thought so. We talked briefly, I asked him how long hes been teaching and why he moved here n’ such.” they hum, “I think I made him uncomfortable.”

“How would you have done that?” Sam for the most part, in front of other adults – lacks a certain filter, though you would still have expected longer before Sam would say something to make the new guy uncomfortable. “When I asked about why he moved here, he told me it was his recent divorce.. I think she cheated on him or something, he wasn’t excited to talk about it.”

“Most people wouldn’t be,”

“Hey! In my defense, I thought he was just going to say the pay was higher or something! Not my wife left me!” after a moment of silence, Sam continues. “How haven’t you introduced yourself yet? He’s right across the hall from you.” To which you shrug, “I just haven’t had the time yet. Things are so busy, the year just started.”

For the rest of the day, Sam’s words stick with you. Hes right across the hall, and you haven’t had the decency to even say hello to him. Though, you wonder if he was really bothered by it, maybe he would introduce himself to you by now.

The last five minutes before the bell rings is normally an unproductive time, students are packed up and standing by the door, so you never actually continue “bell-to-bell” teaching philosophy, it just doesn’t work out, and if you’re being fair, you’re far too tired at the end of the day too. “Miss,” one of your students says, breaking out of your concentration to the computer screen, you turn to see what the student might want, to your surprise, they only point to the teacher in your doorframe, Mr. Pascal.

“Sorry to bother you,” He says, his voice is deeper than you imagined it to be. Catching you by surprise just a little bit, “I need to print some things, and I can’t quite get the grasp on how to work the one down the hall. Can you help me out?”

The printer was a tricky thing, theres a card swipe, password, authorization and then how many you want printed. To anyone who doesn’t quite know how to work it – you had a difficult time when you first started.

“Yeah, its a major pain in the–�� you cut yourself off, realizing that you’re still in the presence of teenagers, and while “ass” is not really a “bad word” and they most definitely say worse things, you still have to watch your mouth. You stand and make your way out of the classroom, making sure you had your lanyard. “Have you sent the papers to the printer?” you ask, to which he nods. “It’s just not showing on the little screen thing.”

The printer isn’t that far of a walk, but it feels like it was one hundred miles. Especially since the silence between you two. “I’m Y/N, by the way.” you say after the tension proved to be too much for you, “I’ve heard a lot about you.” The printer seems like its getting further away rather than closer. Though he chuckles at your comment, “Good things, I hope.”

“You can say that.”

Another chuckle, followed by “My name is Pedro, it’s very nice to meet you, officially.”

You smile softly to him, as you get to the printer, finally.

“Okay– swipe your card here, and then put in the code they gave you–the one on the back of your ID card.” He does as you say, and much to his relief, he finally saw the access granted. “The printers here are tricky, take a while to learn.” you laugh, watching him put in the number he needed, and listened to the printer whirl as it started to work.

“At my old school, they just let us have printers in our room—I was very upset to learn that thats not allowed here. Unless you’re an art teacher.”

“They don’t allow a lot of things, some teachers do it anyway. I keep a mini fridge hidden under my desk.” you laugh, “Sometimes, we’re no better than the students.”

He hums, “I guess so. Though, it would be very hard for me to hide a printer under my desk.” to this, you nod. “I guess it would be.”

Hes a lot more attractive up close than when you’re standing across the hall from him, the grays in his beard compliment him nicely, which isn’t something that happens for most people very often. You also like his sense of style, the black button up paired with the dark blue tie, the dark dress pants with the slim belt he wore—you can’t deny that men who know how to dress themselves seem to be more attractive than most. You can see what everyone was saying, he was a heart throb. You can’t help but wonder, what kind of person would cheat on that. “Thank you so much,” he says, turning over to you. Its only now that you notice his tie is decorated with little planets and constellations. How appropriate for a science teacher.

“Its no problem, let me know if you have any other problems, always happy to help.”

“I’ll make sure to keep that in mind.”

“So,” Sam says, their voice is sing-songy, like they’re trying to hide something they’re clearly excited about. “I heard that you and Mr. Pascal have been spending a lot of time together between classes, you’re not trying to replace me, are you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you laugh, grabbing a water from your mini fridge. “He’s new, he’s just needed help with a few things and I’m right across the hall.”

“Thats not what Jenny said!” Their tone is still playful, though they’re pointing their finger to you, accusatory. “Jenny doesn’t know me,” you respond. “She said we were dating when I first started here!”

“Fair point.” Sam shifts in their chair, “So you haven’t been hanging out with him?”

“Well, not between classes, but I occasionally go into his classroom to help him with websites and such.” your smile is tight, you didn’t realize just how often you two had been sharing time in his classroom the past few weeks. “He’s really sweet, you know. I get why the students like him.”

“They like him because hes good looking.” Sam replies, you raise your hands, “I said what I said.”

Sam lets out a laugh, “So you’ve fallen into the ongoing list of people captivated by this man?” they ask, as if they weren’t pretty high on the list themselves. “Not that I’m one to talk.”

You shrug, “I dunno if I’d say I’m captivated. But I can admit hes very good looking,” if anyone was a winner of the genetic lottery – it was Florence Pugh and Mr. Pascal. “This is highly inappropriate talk for work,”

Pedro was newly divorced, surely, the last thing on his mind would be the younger english teacher across the hall from him, right? Thats what you stuck to telling yourself. Every time you hovered over his chair while pointing out how to work the teacher-portal to the grading site or how you thought he was looking at you in the break room during quick conversations, even if he was looking for a relationship – there were plenty of single teachers closer to his age he would be more interested in. Like Jenny, who seemed to ruin your small moments in his room.

“Thank you so much, Y/N. Seriously, I would be lost without you.” Pedro huffs, looking up to you, your triumphant smile evident, after many explanations and pointing, you finally taught him how to set up his smartboard screen to be different than his computer screen. “You flatter me, Pedro.” you tease. Going to take a seat back in the chair you had pulled up earlier. He smiles his normal soft, heart-warming smile – “So uh, I’ve been thinking –”

“Ms. L/N!” Jens voice comes in, she sounds happy to see you, but anyone knew that was forced. As much as teachers are forced to come across as one big happy tight-knit family in front of students and parents, if you throw in 100 something people together, not everyone is going to get along. This just happens to be the case for you and Jen, or Jenny — luckily for you, she teaches art downstairs. So you rarely have to interact, but shes been spending a lot more time upstairs as of late. Unfortunate for you. “It’s so funny that I caught you here, I was just looking for you in your room. One of my students was talking about some assignment you posted, they got confused about it n’ I told them to talk to you, I had to talk to Mr. Pascal, so I walked with them up here, figured when you weren’t in your room this is where you’d be.”

“Thanks, Jen.” you reply, slowly standing up, your attention turns back to Pedro, who seems upset that you’re leaving before he could finish what he had to say. “Hold that thought for me, okay?” he only nods in response, watching you walk out the door. It's too bad, too, he should really learn to close his classroom door whenever you come by, perhaps this way there would be less distraction, and less of Jenny.

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