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this is so seth cohen fourth of july boyfriend material- hear me out!

it’s a party that’s being thrown at marissa’s and he’s invited by association from being with you. you get ready at his house and hint at snagging something from his parents liquor cabinet. you didn’t think he would actually go through with it, until you’ve finished getting ready. you find him downstairs ready to go, holding that big ass bottle. this is the one and only picture you have of the night because the two of you got belligerently drunk :)

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Country Club Princess

let’s set the scene…

We’re post Tashi/Art breakup. Like freshly post. Patrick has spent all his money drowning out the memories made between him, his ex girlfriend, and ex best friend. His parents have temporarily cut him off until he can prove he can use their money responsibly.

warnings:sexual connotations, but if that bothers you. you probs shouldn’t be searching up challengers fanfics…

femreaderxcollegepatrick

Summers at the country club were a dream to any young girl in their twenties. But you dream of a Sharpay fever dream, spending your days being tended on by the pool and getting beautifully tan. Not being stuck in a golf cart, serving beer to married men begging for a peak under your tennis skirt.

It was a fine job. You got good tips because you weren’t afraid to play into some of these guys’s fantasies. Most of them were harmless, just wanting to be able to say they were able to still hold a conversation with a pretty girl. And frankly you were used to it. Your whole life you were told by your parents that being beautiful was an asset to be used to your benefit, and to be charming as well would put the world at your fingertips.

It’s safe to say you excelled as a cart girl, so when your managers had moved you to the check-in booth for the challenger they were hosting, you were less than excited. “I mean I don’t get it. They could easily put some old croaks up here. I mean we’re not even up in the action, we’re just sitting here checking boxes.” You groaned as you set up the tent with your co-worker Ryan who would be camped out with you all day.

“It’s because we’re good PR. We’re young, we’re pretty, and these tennis people are exactly who they want to attract to their club,” even behind his joking tone, his logic was pretty sound. This was the most press the club had gotten in a while, and it seemed like they were pulling out all of their best. Ryan came over and hugged you as you slouched in your fold-up chair, “Plus, I’ve got Danica on speed dial to bring us some ice cold water and snackies.”

“Okayyy” you smiled, today was honestly going to be easy. Sure you weren’t getting the extra money you would usually be getting, but you were getting paid to be your charming normal self. A piece of cake of a day.

“Ahem” the cough brought both you and Ryan out of your dreamy trance. The security guard stared at you both intently while a stranger stood nervously behind, “This guy says he’s competing in the challenger, mind checking the list for me real quick?” He leaned into the table, “he smells like shit. Just trying to make sure he’s not squatting”

“Name?” You ask as you fish out the list from your bag. You were distracted, trying to get all of your things organized in such a quick manner. So distracted that you weren’t catching the eyes of the pretty boy in front of you. But Ryan was.

“Patrick Zweig”

Ryan nudges you abruptly to look up at the tennis player. His handsome scraggly face left you speechless, but the impatient security guard standing next to him quickly snapped you out of it. “Well Patrick you’re all checked in, we’ll keep you posted as the day continues. Good luck today” you smiled as you and Ryan both not so subtly checked him out.

“Thanks” he winks as he sets off to get set up for the day. Ryan whistles as the guy walks away, making you laugh with an ugly snort that catches Patrick’s attention.

“Keep on laughing princess, but do it in the stands.” you catch your mouth, red covering your face to your ears.

“We’ll be there!” Ryan responds for you.

Checking in all of Patrick’s potential opponents, you and Ryan found yourselves sizing them up. But not for their athletic ability, for their presumable abilities… outside the court. “Now I don’t much about tennis, but I do know a lot about the act of sex. And Mr Zweig out there, he can do it and can do it well.”

“Now how in hell can you know that just by looking at a guy!” You laugh as Ryan continues on his tirade.

“Men are simple and they follow a very simple code, everything they exude just is. And that man exudes sex” you laugh at his presumption, “okay look at ginger ming walking up. He’s holding his bag like it weighs something, Patrick didn’t let it weigh him down, he wouldn’t let it be heavy.” “Okay how about that guy over there? He’s got someone holding his. What does that mean?” Ryan scoffs as he leans back in his chair, “Patrick would never. Patrick wants everyone to know he can hold his own bag. Patrick wants everyone to know he can fuck.” Ryan lets the harsh consonant simmer through his teeth which causes them both to laugh.

“Well obviously you’re into it, so let’s go watch him and we’ll get you his number so you guys can fuck.” You repeat with the same simmer.

Ryan laughs at your naivety, “I would, and I think if you were out of the picture I could. See that’s the thing with guys like this, not only are they able to show themselves the way they want to be seen, they aren’t afraid to make it very clear what they want.”

“Well if it’s so clear, why couldn’t I tell he was into me?”

“Because you’re stupid.”

You watched from afar as Patrick continued to annihilate his opponents and move farther and farther up the bracket. The club no longer needed you or Ryan so the only natural thing to do was set off to watch the tennis player who had been the only topic of conversation. The last match was between Patrick and “ginger ming”. The two were off preparing, while you and Ryan once again dissected the scene in front of you.

“So who’s going to win?”

“I think you already know my answer”

“I think you’re selling gingy short. He’s cute, and all the staff have said he’s super sweet! Plus, he obviously knows what he’s doing. He got this far.”

“And so has Patrick!”

“Fine. Let’s bet on it. Loser has to pay for drinks tonight.”

“Loser has to pay for drinks, and invite the winner of the challenger to the bars.”

“Fine.”

Neither of you had ever been so encapsulated in a tennis match, or any sort of game that involved volleying a ball back and forth. But this was a game of ego, and neither of you were willing to give the other any satisfaction. Sure, there was a part of you who was looking forward to asking Patrick out, but if you had done your part right, you two would be going out either way.

The two of you had been exchanging glances and flirty smirks between each match. You’d make sure to tie your shoe just at the right moment, and in just the right direction to show off the tiny shorts underneath your tennis skirt. He would stretch back in his chair to show off the V that trailed down to just the right place to mess with your brain. You knew this dance, and according to Ryan, there was no way you were imagining it.

You and Ryan sat down in the stands, munching on the snacks that Danica had promised you both earlier. Ryan was cracking jokes as per usual, and with each one you felt your laugh roaring louder. This caught the attention of your favorite tennis player, who sent you a smile as he set off the first play. You had been catching glimpses of him all day but you could tell that something had ignited in him when he saw you. The real prize.

Your eyes tossed between the two players, the ginger running at record speed to each corner of the court. Patrick glided like he was setting off on swan lake. Ryan was right, he knew exactly what he was doing. You knew you were losing this bet, but you enjoyed it all the same. Because in many ways you were still winning.

to be continued…

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Y/n, over text: Turn around.

Y/n: No, the other way.

Y/n: Wrong way again.

Damon: Where are you??

Y/n: At home, but the idea of you turning aimlessly in circles amuses me.

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Surprise! {Damon Salvatore}

Summary: When no one is answering y/n’s calls or texts, they try their best to figure out what is going on in their friend group. Unaware of some supernatural issues, y/n is met with a surprise that changes their life forever. *This imagine is meant to be set somewhere in season 2ish*

A/N: The ending wasn’t where I was planning on leaving this imagine but I’m trying to clear out my drafts and this was written a year or so ago, so I’m going to leave it like this. Hope you still enjoy!

Warnings: fighting, slight language, mentions of blood, dying (stabbing), graphic

GIF ISN”T MINE CREDS TO OP (for the sake of this imagine pretend that’s Katherine and not Elena)

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You knocked lightly on the big wooden door, wondering why no one had been returning your phone calls. No answer, you should’ve known… You tried the metal door knob and shockingly it was unlocked. The heavy door slowly opened into the foyer of the old Victorian mansion. Your shoes made sounds that echoed through the house as they made contact with the wooden floor boards. You glanced around, noticing the deafening silence that filled the space normally filled with chaos. Something wasn’t right.

You were now standing in the living room, taking in your surroundings. Your brows furrowed as you noticed the fire smoldering in the fireplace. There was a dried puddle of blood staining the carpet, nearly three feet in front of you. A full glass of Damon’s bourbon sat discarded on a table.

“Hello?” You called out, now looking down the hallway and towards the stairs to the upper level of the house. You jumped, suddenly hearing a faint bang coming from the opposite end of the hallway. You walked quickly over to the door that led down to the cellar. As you went to push open the door it flew towards you revealing Elena who must’ve been coming back upstairs. “Jesus Elena! You scared the hell out of me!” You yelled, grabbing at your heart as you tried to steady your breathing.

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Hi! I saw that your requests were open & was hoping that you could do some Damon Salvatore relationship headcanons with a Female Reader who's kind, cheerful, & sweet. I love when you write characters with those traits & would love to see more! Please & thank you!

dating damon salvatore as a cheerful and sweet person...

a/n: i hope this is alright for you, love! thanks for the kind words<3

damon masterlist

you're a big ball of positivity and kindness

and damon's...well...the opposite

so it shouldn't work

you shouldn't work

but you do

throughout his human and vampire life, damon's experienced a lot of tragedy and darkness

the abuse he endured from his father and the grief he experienced when he lost his mother left a hole in him, a hole bigger than he would ever admit in the light of day

then, he lost katherine

and then he turned into a vampire, and all of that was heightened

not to mention him being on the outs with his brother

so all hope was thought to be lost

that was, until you came around

you were all filled with sunshine and optimism, you were practically oozing kindness through your pores

and half of damon's brain was like "who in their right mind is that happy and hopeful?"

but the more the other half thought about it, it realized that he needed someone like you more than ever

you reminded him of what it was like to be human

what it was like to have hope

what is was like to dream

to embrace all things, good and bad

you were a walking representation of the fact that there still is goodness and purity in the world

and it made the lonely 100+ years of his life worth it, because at the end of the dark tunnel, there you were

being in a relationship with you was more fun than he'd had in a very long time

yeah, he liked to go on and on about how much fun being a vampire is, and it was mostly true

but there was always a void inside him that was left empty

and with you, that void was filled beyond the brim

you helped remind him of the simple pleasures in life, like eating a decadent dessert together, or watching the sunset together at the end of a long day

you reminded him of what it was like to truly be at peace

and you showed him that he was worthy of love and acceptance

that he wasn't evil, but he'd been through a lot more than the average human had

but most importantly, you helped him want to change for himself, to be better for himself, and that meant the world

so that was exactly what he would give you: the world

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damon tag list (join here!): @maybankslover @kittyqrt @caseysalvatore @skydisneylover @iluvniklaus

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toxic situationship patrick who fucks u in missionary so he can kiss ur forehead and hold ur hand and whisper how ur his but then goes out the next day and makes out w girls in bars because “you’re not together” and “none of this means anything” :(

now this is diabolical because it's so true

like you and patrick are kind of inseparable and in your delusional mind he's all yours because he says it all the time. when his face is buried in your cunt and he's cooing and moaning against your pussy as he licks and sucks on your clit.

he says your pussy is his when he's taking you from behind. it's rough but it's still meaningful. at least to you.

says he wants you so bad. wants you all for himself when your legs are wrapped around his waist, your heels digging into his lower back to push him deeper and deeper inside because you just want to fucking trap him there.

so it hurts when you're standing at the bar and a boy is trying to flirt with you but you stir your vodka soda slowly and watch the ice swirl around because across the bar, patrick is kissing a beautiful blond and probably saying the same fucking things he told you when he picked you up months before.

and he asks why you're being crazy and possessive. why you're seeing things that aren't there. he's gaslighting you and you say fine.

if you think i'm nothing, then let's just fucking be nothing.

you don't talk to him. patrick convinces himself he doesn't care. he hooks up with other girls and he wonders, in the back of his mind, if you'll be at the bars and clubs he goes to. most of the time you aren't. but sometimes you are. and he sees you giggling with other boys, grabbing onto their biceps and accepting free drinks.

and one night he's drunk enough to confront you. to ask why you ruined everything. and then art pushes your hair out of your face and kisses you.

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Boyfriend Patrick Zweig headcanons (x fem reader) ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

SFW:

Genuinely the most attentive bf - he'd hold your water bottle that's too big to fit into your purse; palm at the small of your back as you adjust your shoe, making sure you don't lose your balance; you're cold? His jacket's draped over your shoulders already.

Buys you whatever you point at. You like that dress? It's yours! How about some shoes to go with it?

In constant need of touching you. Hand on the small of your back, palm rubbing your thigh. When you step to the side to greet someone, his pinky wraps around yours to keep you from wandering off.

Combing fingers through your hair so it never gets tangled.

Watches you do your makeup, sitting on the bathtub and listening to you talk to yourself. Pink or blue eyeshadow? He's got the colour theory sorted. Lip gloss? Please, pick the one that tastes like peaches!

Kicking your feet under the table. He giggles.

Little kisses. On your forehead, on the side of your neck - teeth tugging onto your earlobe -, the back of your hand - biting into your fingers (he stops after you tell him he could possibly bite it off like a carrot).

Ticklish. Extremely.

Believes everything you say. Women blink more than men? He's looking at your eyes the whole day. Barbie and Ken broke up in 2004? He's devastated. If he's not gonna stop poking a finger into his own belly button, his ass will fall off? He genuinely cries.

Wants to be liked by your friends.

Listen, he knows he used to be a player, a little bit of a bitch even. But he's changed for good! Thanks to you.

You're the centre of his universe.

"My girlfriend this..." "My girlfriend that..."

Literally needs you to be on good terms with Art. He can't stand the thought of you two ever not liking one another.

His parents love you.

Your pleasure comes first. Always.

You literally turned him from a greedy little bitch into an empathetic human being.

Okay he's still a bit of an asshole, usually towards people he doesn't like (or people that you don't like).

Listens to boy bands for you, buys you One direction merch and sings their songs to you when you're sad.

Wipes your tears away with his tongue, because he knows it always makes you giggle.

NSFW:

"You're my girlfriend, you belong to me, you won't even look at another man, do you understand it? Don't even think about any other man. But would you fuck Art?"

Yes, he is an ass man, but he genuinely loves your tits. However they look - full, flatter, perky - whether your nipples are hard or not - whether your areolas are big or small or pink or brown - he's smitten. He loves when you're above him and they hang over his face.

Wants so desperately to try anal with you - "I'll stop if it hurts, darling, I swear. Just let me try."

Gets so hard from the sight of your tiny pink asshole swallowing his dick.

Brings you to his chest and showers you with kisses when you begin crying.

Long cockwarming sessions. He could fall asleep like that.

His cock twitches even from the sight of you in the most basic of clothes. Like you look absolutely stunning in everything.

But seeing you in his button ups could make him cum untouched.

Teaches you to take him like a champ, stretching you nice and open.

Took your virginity - "Fuck, honey, you're so tight!" - he wanted to pound so bad into you, your tight little hole milking his dick, you little cries into his shoulder... He really had to hold back from having his way with you.

Usually the dominant one, but sometimes, at the most unexpected time turns into the most pathetic little sub. He begs you to dominate him, squirms and does the puppy kind of face that he knows always works on you.

Moans like a virgin when you're on top of him, when you pump up his dick and then deny his orgasms. He begs and begs but secretly wants you to deny him for a while longer 'cause it's such a pleasure.

Loves to lose control.

Both sadistic and masochistic at once.

Perhaps some breeding kink too. "Fuck, you'd look so good stuffed with my babies."

Someone get him to do the bdsm test please.

Literally the kinkiest bastard ever, he's willing to try absolutely anything and everything.

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how the fuck is this the same man

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Hi I absolutely love your writing you're amazinggg:)) i was rewatching challengers and a scenario came up to me. don't know if it's any good but wanted to share it nonetheless so in the scene where patrick gets woken up in his car the guy says that it's a country club. now reader could exhibit a: be a country club worker and kinda get lured into arranging some stuff for patrick so that he can stay and stuff without being charged or exhibit b: a rich girl who randomly happens to talk to him and kinda finds him interesting so she goes to her daddy and asks him to allow patrick for a few days😭patrick could either charm(or manipulate) them and lead them on only for his own interest or the reader coulld have a savior complex and genuinely feel the urge to help him

GODDDD the first option is so ?!??!

Because you’re in your fucking ugly work polo, with ugly khaki shorts and tennis shoes and Patrick is leaning in all close asking if there’s anything he can do to just have you look the other way and let him sleep out there.

And you’re just like ?!? Very confused until he repeats it, leans in a little closer. And you’re just fucking scandalized because like !!?? Is he?!! Propositioning himself?? Ethically you tell him absolutely not, but if he needs a place to stay that badly you have a spare room. He looks like he needs it.

So that’s how you wind up sharing an apartment with him for the week. You expect him to just hide out in the spare room, ignore you, maybe axe murder you in your sleep. But he sits on your sofa and talks your ear off while you watch reality tv. He helps you cook dinner so he’s “making himself useful.”

And he flirts with you. A lot. When you’ve both had glasses of wine and he comes onto you, brushes his knuckles up your arm, you bristle. “You don’t have to have sex with me to stay here. I already told you that.”

“What if I just want to? Because you’re pretty, and you’re sweet, and I think someone should be taking care of you. Let me.”

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bf!patrick zweig because i need some sertraline serotonin in my life

• patrick "my girl this, my girl that" zweig

• you fucked on the first date in his car but tbh the stars were aligned that night

• pda everywhere, from arm around your shoulder to tongue drown your throat, he doesn't care

• doesn't introduce you to art until he knows you're the one but art already knows everything about your life when he finally does

• when someone tells him a secret, they should know "i promise i won't tell anyone" means he will tell you right away

• doesn't care whether you're on your period or not, sex is sex

• always sending you "what are you wearing" so you think he's horny but he just wants to colour match his outfit with yours (and he is really horny sometimes)

• when he talks about the future with you, he always mentions the dog you will adopt together even though you never said yes, it already has a name

• you're the only one who knows about that summer he got chlamydia, not even art knows about it

• always calls you before his matches if you can't come

• your grandma loves him more than she loves you because he always praises her cooking

• always tells trashy sex jokes that make you roll your eyes

• only wears the perfumes and the deodorants you like

• forces you to watch the dumbest action movies

• sometimes during sex he fantasizes about breeding you because you're so adorable and he wants a little you but then he remembers the offspring will have half his genes and that makes him go soft

• has hundreds of pictures of your boobs saved on his phone in a folder named "tits"

• can't cook, except for one greasy cheesy pasta recipe and it became your comfort food

• always buys you the most random souvenirs from the places he has competitions in, like fridge magnets or keychains

• he says he loves you for the first time during sex but he really means it

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i have risen from my 2 month bender to share with the class my love for art donaldson (i can’t stop reading fics, it’s actually insane and i need to be sedated)

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mama eats

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MV

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i was expecting sm sex, like fifty shades of grey shit. but the tension was sooooo much better

just watched challengers and all i can say is that they knew what they were doing with those intimate scenes, because they weren’t full on fucking but you could feel the tension. especially when tashi said shes not a homewreker when Art and wtv his name started making out.