#600 follower celebration

[inkdrinkerworld]

♮ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲 -> 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 𝐢𝐞. 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫!𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐱 𝐬𝐡𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

dealer!remus & innocent!reader !! they’re the cutest

they are the cutest!!!

remus finds you sitting on the counter, legs swinging back and forth as you look at a tray of cookies.

they’re sugar cookies that you’d made with remus, but he’d gone out for some more tea for you to enjoy it properly.

you’d been begging for them for days and you’d both finally had the time.

“bunny,” he calls softly and you lift your head, showing off icing smeared on the corner of your lips.

remus smiles. you look akin to a kid high on a sugar rush. “thought you were waiting on me, hm?”

your eyes widen as you remember your words to him. “they looked so good remmy,” you murmur and he laughs.

“were they delicious?” he’s standing before you now, your legs wrapped around his waist as you nod.

his hands creep up your tennis skirt, gripping the fat of your thighs. remus had always loved your thighs, they’re intoxicating to him.

he smells like he usually does, a mixture of pine and the weed. he knows you smell it when your nose turns up as he gets into your space.

he hides his smirk well, as you lay your head on his shoulder.

“wanna bite?” you brandish a cookie shaped like a butterfly that has hardened pink and purple icing on it.

he takes part of the wing and even though you frown you want his opinion.

“s’good bunny,” he presses his lips to yours. sugar and food colouring smearing both of your lips.

“what flavour was it? tastes kinda nutty.”

you beam and remus assumes he’s guessed right. “i used brown butter and when you do that it makes the cookies nutty and delicious.”

“you’re so smart bunny,” your chin tucks under his gaze, and the praise in his words swims in your stomach.

“thanks rem.” your tone is all gooey and soft and remus wants to laugh at how easy it is to make you melt.

“gimme another bite bun,” your nose rubs into his shirt and your nose scrunches again.

“you smell remmy.”

he laughs then, “yeah i know baby, come shower with me and we can have a cuppa.”

[devils-dares]

📝 (unkowingly) annoying matt with cracking your knuckles way too often

crack! crack! crack!

his jaw was tense with how much you cracked your knuckles. sometimes you'd even crack them when they weren't ready and make a joke about them "not having reloaded yet". what the fuck did that even mean?

he could hear the individual bubbles in the synovial fluid bursting and popping, leading up to a larger more louder snap instead of a crack. and in the morning? in the morning you'd crack everything. back, neck, fingers, wrists, hell you'd even crack your damn tailbone.

"hey matt-" crack! "couldya take the trash out?" crack!

you'd never seen him get up so fast so quietly. he grabbed the trash quickly, his jaw ticking as if he was on edge. you shrugged and moved on.

he loved you, god did he love you. but this? this was something he just couldn't deal with. this was his version of nails on a chalkboard. the pop of the bubbles and the sudden rush of fluid between your bones, his teeth ached from the thought of it.

you'd asked him what he felt like for dinner. as he answered, you had cracked your thumb. just one digit and matt flew over the edge.

"that's- i've had enough, you need to stop doing that, i can't take it anymore sweetheart, my entire body aches whenever i hear that noise!"

"what?" you questioned.

"you! cracking knuckles! it's driving me up the walls batshit crazy." he was sure he looked insane, hands flying wildly in the air as if to gesture his frustration.

"okay matt," you said, "i can stop."

"that easy? that fucking easy? i just had to ask?" he asked in disbelief.

"yeah matt, that easy." you laughed at the shocked look on his face.

he walked away to the bedroom while you snickered at him, grumbling something mean under his breath.

"love you too!" you called out after him.

[hlizr50]

Another drabble for my 600 follower celebration!

This lovely prompt came from @ofduskanddreams

She had conveniently just finished From Lukov with Love when I asked what she'd like to see in a drabble. So enjoy this little figure skating AU!!!

Prompt: Figure Skating AU (From Lukov with Love vibes)

Fandom: ACOTAR

Ship: Gwynriel

Word Count: 778 (a little long, but I couldn't help it!!)

“Come on, Berdara.” Azriel was growing increasingly frustrated. “We have to start practicing lifts if we have any hope of being competitive this season. I’m not like that scrawny twerp. I won’t drop you.” The glare that landed on him was downright glacial. He could understand her hesitation where lifts were concerned. Everyone in the figure skating world knew about what had happened two years ago, on the national stage and televised for all to see. A fall from an overhead lift, headfirst into the ice. Bad didn’t even begin to cover it - she’d had to be taken off the ice on a stretcher, unconscious, and the ice had been resurfaced after the blood had been dealt with.

She and her partner had split soon after, which had also rocked the sport. They’d been the most successful American pair in the last thirty years. Fans and fellow skaters were thrilled that they would be able to contend for top honors at worlds - and even the Olympics - finally giving the Russians a run for their money.

But Gwyn had never stopped practicing, stubborn as she was, and he’d jumped at the opportunity to partner with her. Of course, it had been under the guise of giving her one last shot. That at the side of America’s new golden boy, the world would see that she wasn’t just another has-been whose career had been cut short by injury.

That had never been the point. The point was that Azriel wanted to skate with her because she was the best. And she was incredible, and determined, and sassy, and beautiful…

“I know you’re stronger than Blake was,” she muttered as she lowered her eyes and wrapped her arms around her middle. This wasn’t the Gwyneth Berdara he knew, and his stomach twisted with unease even as he began to argue.

“Then what’s your problem?” he spat.

“You wouldn’t understand,” she hissed, turning to stalk away from him.

“If you won’t let me lift you then I don’t see how you think we’re going to–”

“He dropped me, Azriel!” she shrieked, turning back to him. Her eyes glimmered with wetness and he sighed to himself, running his fingers through his unruly hair.

“I get it, Gwyn, but I won’t–”

“No you don’t. He didn’t just miss his grip. His toe pick didn’t catch on the ice.”

Azriel’s dark brows furrowed. “What are you saying, Gwyn?” The copper-haired beauty stood before him, a single tear making its way over the freckled apples of her cheeks.

“Blake came on to me before Nationals. He wanted to be a couple, and tried to gaslight me into believing that I’d been flirting with him and hitting on him. I told him I only wanted to be skating partners.” Those beautiful eyes, the color of a sunlit sea, fell to the floor as she tightened her grip on herself. “He was angry. And he lifted me into the air, and then let me go. He let me fall.”

Azriel tensed, lips pressed into a thin line. Disbelief had frozen him to the floor. “I… you can’t possibly mean…” He couldn’t finish the thought. It was too much.

“I tried to plead my case to the police - that he’d done it on purpose. It was all too easy for Blake to claim that his arm had just given out and he hadn’t reacted quickly enough. But… I saw his eyes, when I was falling, and the only thing there was cruelty.”

The air whooshed out of him, and he barely realized his feet were moving before he was in front of her, gripping her face between his calloused palms. Rage simmered in his blood, and he was afraid he looked crazed as he searched her expression. No untruths. No malice. Just resignation.

Blake had dropped her. Intentionally. And Azriel swore right there that Blake might just also end up with a head injury.

“I’m not him, Gwyn,” he whispered fiercely, pressing his lips to her brow before he could even think. “Fuck.” Azriel pulled her into his arms, squeezing her as if she might disappear. And she could have. She could have been dead, and it would have been at the hands of her partner. Someone she should have been able to trust with something so infinitely precious as her life.

“We’ll take it slow,” he murmured into her hair, combing errant fingers through the strands as he felt her arms wrap around him. “We’ll go at your speed. But you can trust me, baby. I will never, ever let you fall. Okay?”

Gwyn nodded against his chest, but he didn’t let go. He wouldn’t ever.

He couldn’t.

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[wildbornsiren]

Holy crow there's 600 of you!! I cannot begin to express my thanks. I came back to Tumblr to look for pretty posts about the Top Gun hotties. Never ever had I imagined that I would find a group of people so welcoming and creative.

I had promised myself I wouldn't create for fandom again. I had some really nasty experiences in previous fandoms, that, combined with toxicity made me swear off from being an active creator again.

But, y'all drew me in. Your fics, your headcanons, your rabid support of each other. I posted a little head canon about Hangman and found myself talking with some of the most amazing people.

I'm so overwhelmed and honestly so happy to have y'all with me on this ride. I hope that you stick with me and my shenanigans.

I am on vacation still (I'm seeing Rammstein tonight) so when I return I'll come up with a sleepover event. (I'm doing kinktober so I'm probably not going to have spoons for more fics)

Thank you all so much.

[imtryingmybeskar]

Heyyyyy it's time for a 600 follower celebration my loves! I still have an outstanding ask from the wonderful @galacticgraffiti from my 500 follower celebration (I haven't forgotten, it's coming I swear!) but if anyone has any Pedro character drabbles or headcannons they wanted me to write, ask away. If you want to use a prompt list, the following from @screnwriter look awesome

Kisses prompts

For a lover's reassurance prompts

[leviscolwill]

sippin’ bubbly, feelin’ lovely ★

pairing: jude bellingham x reader

req: Hand kisses w/ Jude taking care of drunk!reader that keeps kissing his hands 😭

note: this is soooo cute, i love this (and i love jude's hands)

now playing LOVE. by kendrick lamar & zacari...

your bedroom was bathed in just enough light from the moon for jude to guide you to your bed. your mind was still foggy from the alcohol you drank at the new years eve party your boyfriend and yourself were invited to. after forcing you to sit on your bed, jude kneeled down in front of you.

“i like your hands”, your voice was hoarse from all the screaming you did and your tone high-pitched with the alcohol in your veins.

jude bit back the urge to laugh at your drunk antics but couldn't fully hide away the smirk on his face. his fingers made quick work of your heels, a pain that was ‘too great for a pretty girl like you to be victim of’ (your words, not his)

“mmh, do you now?” you sheepishly nodded, smiling like a kid.

“yeah! hands are great, very useful. yours are the best though.” jude let you ramble about his hands, intertwining his fingers with yours and leading you to your bathroom to take off your makeup.

perched on the counter, your gaze was focused on the way his hands were precautiously soaking the cotton pad in micellar water, before wiping off your makeup with the utmost care.

every move was filled with love and devotion, your boyfriend's hands working meticulously on your face.

“wait,” your voice made jude stop, worried that he might have hurt you in some way. but you only held one of his hands with yours, inspecting it like a detective, squinting as to get every single detail, from the bitten skin by his nails to the dryness of his knuckles due to the cold weather.

you brought his hand to your lips, pressing kisses to his knuckles, trying your hardest to heal every scar, every spot that time left by.

jude watched you pepper kisses across his hands with a smile for a little while, pressing your lips on the pads of his fingers.

“babe, i need to take off your makeup, behave now,” jude said in a lighthearted tone, but that was enough to make a pout appear on your face.

you let jude take off the remaining traces of makeup on your face, side eyeing him for his words that sounded mean to drunk you.

at that point, jude wasn't hiding his laugh anymore, your face hid nothing of your annoyance towards him.

“i’m mad at you, in case you were wondering. stop cackling like a chicken.” you punctuated your words with light hits to his arms.

“ouch, okay m’sorry. i won't make fun of your weird interests anymore.” jude intertwined his hand with yours one last time to lead you back to the bedroom. “alright princess ‘i can handle my alcohol’, let's get you to bed now”.

before closing your eyes for the night, you made sure you pressed a kiss on the back of his hand. blissfully unaware of the teasing you would endure tomorrow.

[winterrrnight]

requested by bae @rafescurtainbangz ! <3

rafe cameron x fem!reader — celebrating your birthday with your boyfriend rafe 🌷🎀💒🩷🍧💌

waking up to breakfast in bed. surprising you with gifts throughout the day. huge flower bouquets awaiting you at the dining table. massive shopping trip. paying for your nails and hair appointments. clicking polaroids. letters of ‘i love you, birthday girl’ waiting for you throughout your house. opening only some of the most expensive champagne. partying with friends at my druthers. insta stories of you blowing out the candles. carrying you up to his bed bridal style at night. making soft love to you. lighting up scented candles. helping you to a warm bubble bath. whispering ‘pretty birthday girl’ over and over again in your ear. <3

I hope you like this kel! cause I think I’m kinda obsessed with this idea omg 🥹

edith’s 600 followers celebration (now closed!)

[ro-is-struggling]

Halo, I would like to request james potter × slytherin!reader with this lyrics “Just because it won't come easily // Doesn't mean we shouldn't try” (Easily by Bruno Major) when you're a pureblood prince/princess, and you and james are secretly in love. But of course, there have plenty of problems along this journey. But in the end, you guys end up together. Massive angst in the beginning and fluff in the end. Thanks!

Hi beautiful💜 Thank you so much for participating in the celebration!! I'm sorry it took me so long to get to your request, but better late than never, I guess. This one came to me so quick I'm kinda pissed it took me so long to sit down and write it. No kidding, I wrote it in like 2 days wich is really fast for my overthinker ass lol I hope that you like it 💕

Easily || James Potter x Slytherin!Reader

Summary: Your social status and the expectations of your parents don't allow you to date someone like James, so you keep your relationship a secret. However, when he decides he can't go through with the act anymore, you find the courage to stand up to your family.

Warnings: angst, secret relationship, fluff, fem!reader, slytherin!reader

English is not my first language

Word count: 4000

This fic is part of my 600 followers celeration

James watched you from his place at the Gryffindor table, sad eyes glued to your figure. You were with him again, chatting over breakfast as if you were best friends. James knew the boy's true intentions, the whole school did, but he could do nothing but stare with hatred at the way he 'accidentally' touched your arm.

There was nothing he wanted more than to run up to you, take you in his arms and kiss you in front of the whole Slytherin table so that everyone would know that you were his. But he knew he couldn't. The only thing that making your relationship public would do for you was bring you more pain and suffering. Your parents were very strict, pureblood wizard royalty who looked down on most of the wizarding community. They had a well-planned future for you, with everything and a partner included, and James was far from that ideal. He knew that you hated it, that you felt trapped in a life you didn't want and that you loved him above all else. That was the only thing that kept him sane when he had to see you sucking up to that slytherin boy your parents adored, knowing that you were only really you when you were with him. But lately it was getting hard for him.

It was hard for him to live on stolen moments, sneaking around the castle just so he could be with you for a little while. It was hard to pretend to be indifferent when he saw you walking through the corridors, holding hands with that guy like you really liked him. It was hard to love you in secret, knowing that your relationship was disapproved of by everyone you knew. James wanted to shout from the rooftops about how much he loved you and how happy he was with you, but he couldn't do more than whisper to his pillow every night about how much he wanted to be with you.

He had been wondering lately if all the pain was really worth it. He loved you, but that wasn't enough to help him bear the weight on his chest anymore. He wondered what was the point of holding on to something that hurt him so much for just a few minutes of happiness. You had no possible future, at least not a happy one. Maybe it was better to end things before it got any harder. Maybe the heartbreak of having to let you go now would save him a lot of pain in the future. Maybe it was time to face reality, put aside his desires and accept that his love was nothing more than a forbidden dream.

Doubts were going around in his mind at all times, not leaving him a second of peace for himself. At least that was until you appeared, your smile emerging in the darkness of the hallway as you ran into his arms. And as he held you close, all questions were silenced by the intense love he felt for you, heart beating hard against yours. All you had to do was kiss him and he fell, surrendered to the softness of your lips, loving the way you whispered his name and told him how much you missed him. 

For a moment, everything was right again. You were with him, where you belonged, and the world seemed to be a better place. It was a fantasy, a fictional world you created every time you snuck out at night to see each other, but it was your world at last. A bubble of happiness, away from the sad reality outside. There were no parents or social mandates, no expectations or hatreds to separate you, just you, James and the love you had for each other.

He allowed himself to indulge in the fantasy, losing himself in the softness of your lips and the warmth that your delicate touch awakened in his skin. But then he felt it. That guy’s perfume lingered on your skin, like a constant reminder that you weren't his —not really, not like James wanted you to be-and that you never would be.

"Wait, stop!" He murmured against your lips, lightly pushing your shoulders away from him. 

"What's wrong?" you frowned at him, confused by his sudden rejection. Did you do something wrong?

James looked at you for a moment, but remained silent, watching the concern in your eyes as he wondered if he really was about to voice his concerns. You tried to approach him again, stepping forward and placing a hand on his chest. But to your surprise he pulled back, giving your hand a light squeeze before removing it from his body. Then he let out a long sigh, closing his eyes for a moment as he prepared himself for what he was about to do.

"This... w-we... I can't do this anymore." James struggled to say, unsure of what were the right words to communicate what he was feeling.

"What do you mean?" You spoke cautiously, hoping he didn't mean what you thought he was getting at. 

"I can't keep hiding us, our love, what I feel for you... It's too hard, I can't do it anymore." Your eyes glistened with accumulated tears and James felt his heart break into a thousand pieces once again. He hated to be the cause of your pain, but he had to be honest with you. The situation surpassed you and the love you had for each other was no longer enough, not for him at least.

"I know it's hard, it always has been. But we can get through this, James. I know we can." You reached out once more and this time he didn't reject your touch. You cradled his cheek with your hand and he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment. "I love you, Jamie."

"I love you too, but I'm afraid that's not enough. Not anymore." 

When James opened his eyes, you saw tears in them. He was hurting as much as you were, so why was he doing this? From the very beginning you two knew that your relationship would not be easy. You warned him countless times, rejecting his advances over and over again to protect him. He had assured you that he didn't care, that he would put up with anything to be with you. His insistence was the only thing that persuaded you to accept his advances, thinking that he would really support you and fight for your love. But now that seemed to be nothing more than empty promises.

"So you're just going to give up?" You asked, taking a few steps back as your sadness mixed with anger. James was supposed to be different, that's why you had opened your heart to him. "Just because it won't come easily doesn't mean we shouldn't try."

"But we did try and it's not working." James sighed, leaning against the wall with slumped shoulders. "I can't keep seeing you with him. I can't keep pretending that it doesn't kill me to see him being all over you, thinking that you're his. I can't stand to see the indifference in your eyes every time we're in public. It hurts too much."

“Do you think that it doesn’t hurt me?” 

Your voice broke. Tears rolled down your cheeks, unable to hold them back a second longer. James felt even worse. Every fiber in his body was screaming at him to run and hug you, to hold you close to him and never let you go. But he held back. This was a difficult but necessary conversation. He could no longer ignore his own pain —or yours.

"Do you think I like to be with him?" you continued, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. "Do you think I like ignoring you all day? You're the only good thing in my life, James."

"Then why do we keep hurting each other?" James said, almost whispering. There was a clear sadness in his voice that made the knot in your throat tighten. "Love is not supposed to hurt this much."

Your gaze softened as you noticed in his eyes just how deep James' pain was. A fresh wave of tears rolled down your eyes as you realized your mistake. All this time you had been asking so much of him, thinking he would be okay because you were. Your life was hell, but it all got better if you could just get five minutes alone with him. He was what made your days tolerable, he was the one who put a smile on your lips. James was the light at the end of the tunnel, a ray of hope for your future. But he didn't have your life, so your relationship probably didn't mean the same to you as it did to him.

James had wonderful parents who adored him and supported him in everything. He had friends who loved him and whom he could confide in. He wasn't lonely like you, he didn't need to cling to your love to feel a little happiness. He was happy with or without you because he had the freedom to make whatever he wanted with his life. Hiding and having to lie about his feelings probably hurt him more than it hurt you because James didn't have much to gain in your relationship. You were the one that would lose everything if he wasn't by your side. The suffering you were putting him through probably wasn't worth it to him, not in the same way it was to you.

You had been selfish. All this time you had thought only of yourself, how happy you were when James wrapped you in his arms, how easy it was to get out of bed in the morning knowing that at night you could be with him. James gave you a purpose, a glimmer of hope of escaping the perfectly planned future your parents had planned for you. But you offered him nothing but animosity and suffering that was only rewarded with a couple of hours of intimacy and happiness a day —if you were lucky. All this time you had been hurting him more than you knew, ignoring his pain for your happiness. And realizing that made you feel horribly bad about yourself.

"Maybe you're right." You spoke after a long silence. "Maybe it's better to stop this before it goes too far. We both knew it was just a dumb fantasy anyways." You let out a bitter chuckle, wiping away your tears as you took a step closer to James. "I'm sorry for dragging you into this. I never wanted to hurt you, James."

"I don't regret our relationship, we were just trying to make it work. And I don't regret my love for you, I... I just can't do this anymore."

"I love you," you murmured, reaching out to caress her cheek once more. You gave him a smile —trying to pretend you weren't falling apart on the inside—, but it quickly turned into a sad pout. "And that's why I have to let you go. I can't keep hurting you like this. I'm sorry, James. I truly am."

He rested his hand on yours, keeping you from removing it from his cheek. If this was your goodbye, James wanted to enjoy your touch at least for a little while longer, to remember the softness of your hands and the warmth of your skin against his body. He knew that what he would miss the most were your kisses and the sound of your laughter, but he had to get used to it. This was for the best.

"I love you too."

You shared a kiss, one last goodbye kiss. Your lips moved slowly over James', trying to drag out the moment as long as possible. You were going to miss his kisses, the taste of his mouth and the way his lips molded to yours, as if they had been specially created to fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. 

You didn't want the moment to end. You didn't want to face the cruel reality that would come as soon as he parted. You wanted to get lost in the sweet taste of his lips and make a refuge out of his warm embrace. But that was impossible. You had lost your chance with him and now you had nothing left to do but watch him go. It broke your heart, but it hurt more to know that it was your love that caused him pain. Hopefully James could heal now, forget about you, find someone who could make him happy. And you... that didn't matter. What mattered to you was that he was happy.

Two weeks.

Only two weeks had passed and you were totally miserable without James by your side.

You were used to the pain of seeing him walk through the halls without being able to even give him a smile, but it had never felt like this. This time it was much more intense, visceral. A tug at your heart that paralyzed you every time you saw him laughing with another girl. It was the pain of knowing that his heart no longer belonged to you. The pain of his absence, of the lack of his soft touches and gentle words of love whispered in furtive encounters. You missed him and, no matter how hard you tried, it was impossible to hide it.

All your 'friends' knew something was wrong with you, but they didn't care enough to do anything about it. They would make a few teasing comments when they noticed your absence in a group conversation or ask you curiously what it was that you were staring at with such intensity —unaware that your eyes were fixed on James—, but nothing more than that. You were essentially a ghost, a shell of your former self. You moved about the castle and went about your routine as usual, but there was no real emotion behind the fake smile you forced yourself to put on in front of the others. Nothing made sense after losing James. 

You had given up on life completely. You had no more energy or motivation to keep fighting anymore, it was too hard. Maybe it was time for you to accept your fate, just like all the women in your family had done. Maybe you had to give up and face the cruel reality: you were not meant to be happy. It made sense, the one time you had pursued your own happiness, away from your parents' wishes, you ended up hurting the only person who had ever truly loved you.

James deserved someone so much better than you. He deserved to be with someone without having to hide, someone who didn't have to think twice before holding his hand or kissing him in public. He deserved someone who wasn't afraid to say he loved him and show it in front of a room full of people. And as much as it hurt, that wasn't you, so you had to give up and let him go. You had to accept that maybe the fact that things didn't go so easily for you was a sign, a message from destiny telling you that you shouldn't be together. 

It was the best thing for both of you, you knew that, but that didn't make things any easier. It hurt you to see James talking to Lily, flirting with her in a not-so-subtle way when you were only a couple of feet away. You knew that the best thing for him was to find someone else who could make him happy, but seeing him do exactly that broke your heart.

Why couldn't you be the one for him? Why couldn't you enjoy your love in public like everyone else? Why couldn't you hold his hand as you walked down the halls or kiss him without fearing what others would say? Why couldn't you be happy with him?

You realized then what a big mistake you were making.

You could do all those things with James. The only thing that was really holding you back was your family and the opinions of a bunch of people you didn't care about in the slightest. You were letting them influence you, believing the story that you couldn't be happy unless you followed the path they wanted you to follow. You were giving up your power, your autonomy and your future as your parents expected. You were letting them break your spirit and get away with it by giving up so easily.

Maybe that negative voice in your mind was right and James deserved better, but so did you. You deserved to be happy and have the chance to explore and discover your own destiny. And right now that happiness, that path you wanted to follow, included having James by your side. So you got up from your seat at the Slytherin table —ignoring the looks of confusion from your study group— and ran in search of that destiny.

Finding James wasn't difficult, he was chatting with his friends in the courtyard under the shade of a tree. Lily was with them, but you tried not to let that affect you, taking a deep breath before approaching them. The closer you got, the more you felt the stares of everyone around you. You were the Slytherin princess and everyone was well aware of your parents' position on blood purity. They also knew the opposite position of James, Sirius and most of the Gryffindors. There was no reason for you to be approaching them, so people couldn't take their eyes off you, mumbling under their breath as they watched you walk by.

But you didn't let that get to you. You were determined not to let it bother you ever again. People could talk all they wanted, your parents could get angry and your Slytherin friends could isolate you, none of that mattered to you anymore. All you cared about was James.

"Can we talk?" You cleared your throat both as a way to get noticed as well as to make sure your voice sounded loud and clear. 

Everyone looked at you with wide eyes full of surprise, not understanding what it was that someone like you could want to discuss with one of them. Knowing that James hadn't even told Sirius, who was like his brother, about you gave you a bittersweet feeling. On the one hand, it was nice that he had been so willing to keep your secret that he hadn't even mentioned it to his best friend. On the other hand, it made you feel bad to know how alone he had been in all this, and made you wonder if maybe there weren't other reasons why he hadn't told his friends. Maybe he was also afraid of them finding out he was in love with you. Maybe his friends hated you and wouldn't accept James going out with you. Maybe...

"Here?" James spoke, interrupting your thoughts. He looked around, noticing the many eyes glued to your back. "Are you sure?" he insisted, and you nodded. There was not going to be any more sneaking around.

James walked a couple of steps beside you, seeking to get a distance from his friends so that you could have a private conversation. However, when he tried to take advantage of a tree to hide from the prying eyes of the other Hogwarts students, you stopped him, opting to remain in plain sight. 

"What are you doing?" He said and you didn't have to ask him what he meant to understand that he was confused by your attitude. The rules had always been clear, no one could see you together because it would raise suspicions and could reach your parents' ears. So he wondered why you were suddenly approaching him to talk to him in a public space.

"I don't care if they see us together!" You spat without hesitation, deciding it was best to get straight to the point. "Not anymore."

"What?" The surprise was clear in James's expression —eyes widening and lips trembling as he spoke. He definitely wasn't expecting you to say that.

"I've been thinking a lot these past few days and I realized how wrong I was. I put you through so much, made you sacrifice everything for me and the moment you told me you had enough I just gave up."

"Y/n, it's okay, I-" He tried to say, but you interrupted him, taking a step towards him and taking one of his hands. James' eyes rested on your intertwined fingers for a moment, before returning to your face.

"Let me finish, this is important." you told him and he simply nodded. "It wasn't fair, the way I treated you. I isolated you and hurted you just because I was scared of my family, of what they might do to me. I made you sacrifice everything for me and when it was my time to do the same I just let you go instead... and that was wrong of me, and I'm here to make it right."

"Y/n, what are you saying?" James asked cautiously, waiting to hear from your own lips what he believed was what you were referring to —that which he had been waiting to hear since the day your relationship had ended.

"I'm saying that I'm sorry. I'm saying that I love you and that I want to fight for us if that still is what you want."

"A-are y-you sure?" It wasn't that James wasn't happy to hear you say that. It was literally a dream come true for him. But he didn't want to force you to do something you would later regret. He hadn't broken up with you to manipulate you, he had done it because he really needed a break. He didn't expect his decision to change your mind, even though he really wanted to. There was nothing in the world James wanted more than to be able to make his love public, but at the same time he didn't want to hurt you. And he knew that your relationship would only bring you trouble.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life." you told him with a smile that made all his doubts and built up sadness disappear. "I want to be with you, Jamie. You are my happiness, and if my parents can't see that...well, that's their problem, not mine."

James smiled, taking a step toward you to close the distance between you. He reached out his hand with the intention of caressing your cheek, but stopped halfway, his eyes looking over your shoulder at the people watching you curiously. At his hesitation, you took his hand in yours and brought it up to your cheek, closing your eyes for a moment as you enjoyed feeling the warmth of his skin against yours once again.

"Can... can I kiss you?" James muttered, his voice an almost inaudible whisper. His eyes were focused on your lips, admiring them with need. He knew it would be best for you to go slowly, but he missed your lips so much that he couldn't contain the need to kiss them again.

"Please."

James looked into your eyes one last time before closing the distance between you, bringing your lips together in a long awaited kiss. It was quick, his lips moving delicately over yours, but no less intense for that. It was just what you both needed at that moment, to feel each other's love, which remained as strong as the day you said goodbye. 

Neither of you cared about the looks of the others around you as you pulled away from the kiss. You were too happy for that. All you had to do was look into James' warm eyes and all your worries disappeared. You knew things wouldn't be easy and that you'd probably be hearing your parents' scolding in no time, but you were ready to face it. You could face anything if James promised to stay by your side.

[klance-daydreams]

klance collab with @leenfiend!!!!

[inkdrinkerworld]

pretty please 𝐧𝐨𝐚𝐡 𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐧 w dealer remus??? but maybe angst to fluff?? i can’t lose him lmaooo

the air was tense.

remus never loses his cool, not around you not around anyone.

he’s levelheaded and stoic, you’re the loud one. the one who’s emotions run racket inside of them till they explode in any way they deem fit.

there had been tension brewing for weeks, he’d been moping and slamming doors, cursing and getting high way more than usual.

then his pain had come back and everyone kept hounding him. he’d felt too clustered, too fragile and too broken.

he didn’t feel like himself one bit, and everyone staring at him like he was made of glass didn’t help either.

then, some idiot mentioned you and remus had enough of everyone.

“none of you fucking get it. just, just leave. all of you.”

it was some of the nicer words he’d said, but the look in his eyes- the defeat and the overwhelming frustration made you stay.

remus didn’t deserve to be alone, even if he’d been a dick.

maybe that was your fatal flaw, but it made you yourself. you couldn’t leave him alone.

“rem,” you mumble and he looks up, a pack of cigarettes open and his ashtray full. “you shouldn’t chain smoke y’know.”

it’s said softly and remus’ shoulders sag as he pats his lap.

“s’not good for you.” remus nods, his nose buried into your neck.

“i’m sorry,” his words are whispered, regret lacing his words like sugar laces icing. “i didn’t mean to blow up.”

your hands comb through his hair, scratching at the nape of your neck.

“i know you didn’t, you were just stressed.”

remus sighs, “stressed or not, i shouldn’t do that. not to you.”

you can tell he’s going to continue beating himself up for it for the next couple of days.

“remus,” you say and he lifts his head, a thin gloss of tears in his eyes. “remmy,”

he shuts his eyes and lets the tears fall. “you’re not gonna leave right?”

you tsk and kiss his forehead.

how could you? he’s remus, the boy who helped you with your essays and let you smoke off him when you’d only been friends. who let you sleep in his sweaters and keep them when you were sick, who stumbled through asking you to be his girlfriend and then move in with him.

he’s yours and you’re his.

“and go where? you’re my home.”

[devils-dares]

📝 "you look like you're going to tip over any second" with concerned/protective Frank Castle and stubborn m reader 👉👈

"please just let me help you?" he asks from the bottom of the ladder.

"absolutely not! you do everything around here, i can decorate a little bit."

"c'mon, please, you look like you're going to tip over any second." he says.

"oh so you can literally kill people but i can't put up lights?"

"that's not- that has absolutely nothing to do with this. like at all. not in the slightest. i'm just saying that you cried once when you had a papercut, i'm afraid of what will happen if you fall."

"that's disrespectful."

"is it?" his breath hitches when the ladder wobbles slightly.

"i'm fine, frank." the ladder creaks as you shift your weight to one side, and you gulp as you swallow your fear and finish your task.

the ladder, unfortunately, had other plans. thankfully you weren't high up, so you didn't fall hard when the rung broke. frank took the brunt of it though. his quick reflexes allowed him to get under you in attempt to catch you, but his hands slipped and he ended up on the floor with your weight landing on top of him.

"oh my god!" you scream and scurry off of him, and he gasps for air, hand on his chest.

"i'm sorry, are you alright?"

"will you listen to me now when i say to let me do things?" he says, voice a bit hoarse. you nod.

his arms wrap around you, pulling you back down to the floor with him.

"how about i put the decorations up and you tell me where it goes?"

"okay."

[gaysindistress]

Prompt 4 ❤️‍🩹 for bucky. Extra points if it's a bit angsty then super fluffy

Congratulations you deserve more🩷

Thank you for the request and kind words!

Someone needs to take Spotify away from me. I keep finding the saddest songs when I’m writing.

warnings: angst. That’s it. There’s fluff but you have to get through the angst first.

600 celebration post

“I swear to you, that as long as I’m alive I won’t let a single soul ever harm you.”

That had been his promise to me the night we huddled together for warmth in that abandoned shed in the barren snow covered fields of Russia. He’d whispered it into my hair as the cold whipped in through the cracks and weakened my dying body. He’d wrapped me as tightly as he could against himself and shielded me from the onslaught of the wind as the both us were certain it would be our last night. He’d stayed awake that night, keeping his eyes trained on the door in case any enemy soldiers found us. He was in no condition to fight but he was better off than me who was covered in shrapnel wounds, knife cuts, and marks that were already bruising. Enough blood was caked on my suit that he refused to move me once we found that shed. He’d told me that he had already called for the quinjet to pick us up but rescue still wouldn’t be until the next morning.

He’d stayed awake the entire night, checking my vitals obsessively as tears filled his eyes and later fell from them when my pulse grew too slow. He’d contemplated sacrificing what few layers he had on to me but reminded himself that he needed to be alive if he wanted to keep his promise. That didn’t stop him from unzipping his outer layers so that I could be as close as humanly possible to his warmth.

“I swear to you, that as long as I’m alive I won’t let a single soul ever harm you.”

That was the last thing I remember he saying before I slipped into sleep and the first thing I heard when I blinked awake to bright lights. The quinjet had be faster but the early signs of daylight were showing. It felt like a movie; the pale morning colors painting the sky but doing nothing to mask the sheer feeling of emptiness that filled this place. Bucky wouldn’t let anyone touch me no matter how fatigued he was and stubbornly carried me in his arms to safety. I remember seeing droplets of pale red in the snow trail behind us but it didn’t register than they came from me. I had grown too cold, my limbs ice to the touch and too stiff to move. My only saving light was Bucky and the promise he whispered to me.

He turned into a passing comment, a running joke between us when I was finally ready to leave the infirmary.

“See, I didn’t let a single soul ever harm you.”

We both knew it killed him that he had, in fact, broken that promise before he even made it but I’d smile back and say “and for that I’m forever grateful.”

The night we kissed, he whispered the joke to me again. The night we had a massive fight because I loved him desperately and he wouldn’t let me in, he said it was because of that promise.

“I could hurt you! Can’t you see that? I’m a liability, Y/N, and I couldn’t live with myself if I was the one who hurt you. I can’t…I won’t risk it.”

The night we’d made love the first time, he whispered his promise to me in spite of the fear that he could be the one to hurt me.

The night he proposed, he’d modified it as he bared his heart to me and allowed me to love him in the same way he did me.

“I swear to you, that as long as I’m alive I won’t let a single soul ever harm you or our family.”

On our wedding day, he didn’t work them into our vows but whispered them against my lips as we became one and made love for the first time as a married couple.

“I swear to you, that as long as I’m alive I won’t let a single soul ever harm you.”

That was the promise he made to your daughter shortly after she was born. He had her bundled in a quilt Sam’s mom made as a birthing gift and was gently rocking her to sleep.

When I was pregnant with her, she would kick and move around when she heard his voice. She would still when his hand landed on my stomach and she’d place either her hand or foot where she could feel him. Now as he rocked her, she was content and I imagine she wasn’t going to risk sleep so she could keep looking at her dad. After he made his promise, I heard him sigh afterwards and he turned to me, absolutely beaming because “she smiled at me. oh my god Doll, she smiled at me.”

“Of course she did. You’re her favorite person in the world.”

[hlizr50]

An Invitation

It's been awhile since I've posted a drabble for my 600 follower celebration!

This one comes from the lovely @vikingmagic33, who requested:

“Get back down here, we’re not done yet.” Gwyn to Az after an argument about him not thinking she was ready for some advanced training or something similar, idiots to lovers, not established relationship

Fandom: ACOTAR

Ship: Gwynriel

Word Count: 807

Read on AO3

He knew she was angry, but her expectation had been more than unreasonable. It had been downright foolish for Gwyn to ask it of him, and in response the shadowsinger had done what he did best.

He’d been a colossal ass.

Azriel had thought his guilt had reached its peak, first because he hadn’t made it to Sangravah in time to spare the enchanting priestess from the beasts that had hurt her. Then, because he had been so careless when they had sparred the previous week, and she had been triggered when he had pinned her between his strong thighs. Knowing that he had put that wild desperation in those eyes that usually glittered with mirth and affection - it was something from which he thought he might never recover. But at least that hadn’t been purposeful. He hadn’t sought to intentionally harm her or scare her.

But tonight he’d lashed out with the sole intention of striking her down. Insisting she wasn’t ready, that her extremely well-researched concept of what could be called exposure therapy was one of the most idiotic ideas that had ever fallen from her lips. When he’d snarled that she wasn’t prepared for this kind of thing, that he couldn’t believe she would even ask it of him, the hurt that had darkened her gaze made his chest feel hollow, as if he might cave in upon himself. The way she had flinched and lowered her eyes, the flush that had painted her freckled cheeks. Azriel had always found himself enamored with the way she blushed, under praise or triumph or in the heat of battle, but this was something wholly different. Wrong. The way her face reddened like that of a scolded child, rosy shame that he had made her feel. And then he’d grumbled that she should get to bed, and practically ran up the stairs to the House proper.

Like a fucking coward.

The last thing the Spymaster had expected was for his own bedroom door to burst open, his shadows flaring and twisting against the fury that was Gwyneth Berdara at his threshold. The pain in her stare was lightning, joined by the rumbling thunder of ire in its wake. The copper constellations on her cheeks were ruddy with tears, the tip of her nose red. Under any other circumstance he might have allowed himself to appreciate how striking she was.

“We’re not finished yet,” she seethed. The wetness that flooded her eyes was not present in her voice, but Azriel wasn’t particularly surprised. She was an immensely talented speaker, eloquent and practiced through years of education, discipleship, and service to the most demanding priestess to ever pad through the library corridors.

The Illyrian felt the callous words upon his tongue before he could stop him, hating himself for the automatic reaction. “I believe I made myself quite clear, Gwyneth–”

“Oh you surely did, Azriel. Make no mistake.” His attention jerked to her face, their eyes catching, and she held on. Cauldron, he could not possibly look away, not even as she strode right to him, her leathers brushing against his own. “But let me be perfectly clear. Nobody, not even the great Spymaster of the Night Court, gets to decide when I am prepared to try to take control of my body, of my fear. You do not get to decide the when or the why or the how.”

Azriel worked on a swallow, knowing that she had more to say. More that he deserved to hear.

“I asked you because I trust you,” she whispered, taking a step back. Her eye contact didn’t falter, although her body seemed to curve inward. As if she’d used all of her courage to confront him, and now had nothing left. “I trust you more than anyone else, but if I have to find someone else to help me I will.” It was a quiet statement, but the threat roared between his ears. His wings flared of their own accord, as if driven by a possessiveness that he hadn’t dared to acknowledge. Without waiting for a response, the copper-haired valkyrie turned on her heel and made her way to the door. When she reached the threshold she paused, glancing over her shoulder. It wasn’t the withering, irreverent thing that she’d tossed to him in the past. It wasn’t a challenge or a flirtation.

No, this was a meek, anxious thing, and the wrongness of it seeped deep into Azriel’s very bones.

“I’ll be in the training ring tomorrow evening at midnight.” And then she disappeared down the hall.

It was an invitation, of sorts, but not an expectation. Whatever he chose, she would have her answer. And Azriel was left to ponder if he could be ready to let her go any more than he might be prepared to help her.

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[visionsofmagic]

𓇻 day 3 of  fic days [masterlist] 𓇻

◜  attention. [simon “ghost” riley x f!reader]   ◞  

― video game: call of duty: modern warfare II

― summary: being the medic of force 141 has its consequences; draw attention of lieutenant, ghost as they say.

― wc: 2.2k

― warnings&tags: fluff, angsty (a little bit), kissing, touching, masked!ghost, confession, no using of y/n. enjoy <3

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  famous soldier of force 141; simon riley, ghost as they said. a man who you should not try to make a conversation with. he was a soldier – he acted like a soldier, not having specific emotions rather than all stillness, acting unhuman mostly; not eating, not talking. indeed you knew him more than others in the building. being medic of force 141 has give you a chance to get further knowledge about the team since you looked each of them one by one when they needed any treatment after a tough mission after captain price picked you as personal medic of the team, trusting you truly, seeing you like a part of it already.

you has spent nearly a year with each of them, especially soap who were like a friend of yours rather than a soldier who just came to you for medical support. he showed his face whenever he found some free times between his mission with the force 141. he and captain price were there for you whenever you needed to calm yourself down because it was a hard job to be doctor for soldiers since they needed mental treatments too. but you were giving it to them because even if you didn’t know every mission particularly, you knew what they did to accomplish their mission. 

so, yes, you were like their safe place to calm themselves down; having a few fun conversation that help them clear their minds from the mission they just came from, or simply getting needed treatment to their wounds. 

it was all easy job after you got used to it even if it had its own difficult sides. the job you had in there was good for you because you knew you were doing something – good. every person in the world needed to feel – good and healthy for you. pain was a nasty thing, tingle on people’s skins to make them weak for a moment but with your help, they were getting more powerful than before after the treatment section. you always had a smile on your pretty face, you always had that delicate side of you whenever you saw how broken your patients were in that particular moments. you both had a good soul and a good heart – not so rare, not nowadays. you didn’t do the job for the money, no, you were doing it for others’ good – to make them feel well. 

ghost knew that well. ghost saw this. with the sparkles on your eyes, especially those whenever you saw him in your medical room, he knew how you found it amusing to heal them. ghost didn’t know if you had a specific fond of him, no, he believed that you would never – he would never find a place on your mind, soul or heart – he believed he didn’t deserve it. you had a pure soul and having him in there would cause it to get – dirty, darker, worse. that was what ghost thought – and you knew it because as you believed, you got knowledge of him thanks to every visit he had. 

in your first times, ghost didn’t trust you. he didn’t come for simple wounds which he could heal by themselves even if the team wanted him to come to your medical room as soap confessed later. he only came when he needed a real medical supply. even in those times, he didn’t speak at all, just answering you questions directly and shortly. 

with time, after he finally paid attention to your presence, getting know you better as you did about him in return, he began to talk more than before. he even began to show his masked face, always masked, in your room, to get simple treatments like a bandage on his arm or hand. he was professional. his injuries didn’t happen so often, so, whenever he came to you, you felt both excitement to see him again finally and sadness because you didn’t like to see him in pain even if he hid it every time. 

there was something in your heart that made you feel closer to him, not any other person from the team or the building at all – only him. some of your co-workers asked how you could treat a man like ghost who was acting like a real ghost and you always held the real answer to yourself; he is not only ghost for me, he is also simon riley, a man who was broken and needed all of your love.

you both liked ghost and simon riley. simon riley. it created a weird feeling on your chest whenever you called him with his name, real name, not believing how you achieved this closeness with him in the first place because it looked impossible – but now, after knowing that you got lieutenant’s attention, you found it as a miracle.

as ghost’s liking on you became visible each time you had spent, you couldn’t believe it but he was determined to show it to you.

beginning with simple gestures like nodding his head to yours whenever you met in corridors, elevators or stairs, making you blush, feeling so hot and excited in those times, he started to show how you got his attention. you didn’t know what made him acknowledge you but sure, you liked it. you liked it so much that you wanted to leave your room only to see him like few seconds that would last on your mind more than that.

then, he began to have simple conversation with you such as ‘how are you today’ that turned to simple jokes like ‘did clumsy soap visited you today too?’. you found their relationship cute and good. having gossip with soap about ghost made you laugh every time ghost mentioned soap’s names. you could see how ghost’s eyes traveled around your face when you laughed, chuckled or simply smiled. he found it amusing, as he said later in a romantic day you had, so rare but priceless.

after those cute but limited times, he began to come to your room because of having wounds that needed to be healed and wanting to see you. the bond you shared was growing thanks to the closeness you got slowly but strongly. 

you realized that ghost wanted to become more than friends, as you thought you were and ghost approved. his little and shy touches in the first that were so delicate enough to make you question if he really touched you or not at all. your hands, fingers and hair were the first few places his skin touched gently, making you have a red colored face and pink cheeks with tickling skin. in return, you started to touch his arms, hands and knees rather than the places you touched to heal. that touches turned to confident ones as he looked pleased by them, giving you permission to touch.

lastly, the whole situation turned into something more – more than a friendship when he finally knocked your door before leaving for a mission that held great danger as your co-workers and captain price informed you to prepare yourself more than ever for all cases.

having fear on your heart, you waited ‘till night – probably 1 a.m., for ghost’s arrival. he told you he would come before going to mission after he got his supplies ready. traveling around the room, you prayed for his safety and rest of the team as well but mostly his – because you had a sensitive feeling for him in your heart which you denied ‘till that day, but finally accepted its presence since it grew into something you could not avoid no more.

ghost’s masked face finally showed itself, helping you to calm down immediately as you rushed towards his massive and bigger body to give a big hug by using both of your arms, hugging him from the neck as you stood on tiptoes to reach him.

his arms found your waist and back immediately, holding you so close and still. you heard his heavy breaths on your ear, feeling them on your neck and hair. you closed your eyes to feel him closer, tightening your grip on his neck. “simon –“ you sighed, not ready to leave him. not yet.

“I know,” he said in return. always understanding you without needing further information, “but don’t worry, everything will be okay.”

leaving his neck, putting both of your palms on this chest he had thick armors on but you could feel his fast beating heart which he would say how his heart was beating like that only because of you and your touches later. “don’t jump into danger.”

he held your cheek with his right hand while his left one stayed on your back, pushing your small body to him more, not getting enough of it. you couldn’t see his face but when he spoke, you knew he was smiling under the mask, playful to make you calm down more about the mission, “danger should not jump to me.”

hitting his arm a little, you smiled too.

spending a certain time on his arms while touching his masked face and arms as he touched your body with the same willingness, you left him there to get something from your table.

“here,” you picked the necklace that only had a black stone which was untouched. “it is something I found in my childhood years, beside a river.” you stood in front of ghost while showing it to him with a sad but proud smile on your face, “I thought how beautiful it looked in that day, not looking like every other stones in that river, but having its own beauty.” you took his hand, opening his palm to leave the necklace into his big palm while he was watching you carefully. “I like to look at it whenever I feel fear, sadness or stressed. it reminds me that wonderful day and I also find it amusing that the stone is untouched yet so beautiful in its own way.”

closing his palm which had the necklace now, you looked up to see his brown and dark colored eyes, “keep it and whenever you feel fear or something like that, look at it. remember the most beautiful thing on your life. it will give you strength.”

he looked at the stone for a while before caressing your cheek and asking, “why are you giving me this? what if you feel fear again?”

putting your cheek more into his palm, smiling, you replied, “because now I have my own beauty, right in front of me, with a beating warm heart.”

closing your eyes, not wanting to see more because of feeling a little fear about whether he felt the same way as you do or not. ghost stood silent and unmoved for a while before moving his hand which has began to touch your face gently contrary to all his massiveness.

with a heart beat, you opened your eyes and the moment you opened it, you saw how ghost opened his mask ‘till it reached to his nose, reveal half of his face and his lips that looked so good – so touchable.

when you thought about how you wanted to feel them on your lips firstly and then all over your body, ghost acted like he read your thoughts, kissing you deeply by pushing you to him by your neck he gripped.

feeling the hotness of his lips, going from his to yours, you almost left a high pitched growl sound which made ghost to go further, holding you from both of your neck and back, crashing your body to his huge one, he deepened the kiss like it could go any deeper.

holding his cheeks with your hands, you could feel both the fabric of his mask and his skin which made you feel so wonderful – finally you could feel him this closely. it was another miracle for sure.

“simon –“ you moaned his name, not having enough breath now.

he left your lips freely, letting you space to breath in and out with a exploding heavy chest. your mind was all gone but you could see the little smile on his lips that were visible for you finally.

“simon –“ you said again, getting the last remaining of your brain’s functions, “what’s this mean –“

he cut you, “it means that,” he said, looking at to you with such a great intensivity, “you said how I should look at this stone and think about the most beautiful thing on my life. then, whenever I feel down, I will look at it to think about you.” he kissed you one more time but short this time. “you are the only one thing in my life that is beautiful.”

“oh, simon –“ you said, kissing him couple of times while feeling lots of explosions in your heart that were effects of his confession. “I love you.”

simon let a wider smile, “I know.” then, it all went like that; simon kissing you passionately, you letting him do whatever he want. after that night, after he got back from the mission, your bond turned into something you could not predicted before. you two had your own beauty like that stone had – even more than its beauty and it always stayed on ghost’s neck, bringing you everywhere he went only to come into your arms in the end.

the end. 🦋

[total-drama-shark]

SURFER DUDES EDIT

MY BELOVEDS MY SILLIES <3

[leviscolwill]

7. "if you win, i'll kiss you" with trent!!!!! 😩😩 bc we know he’s a competitive son of a bitch <333

congrats again on 600 baby! 🫶

- @lomltrentarnold 🪽

so come here and give me some kisses ★

pairing: trent alexander arnold x reader

note: thank u soooooo much for your request my lovely hana,, i hope u like it, i love writing competitive trent 🤭

this blurb was inspired by this video <3

now playing six thirty by ariana grande...

your relationship with trent was ambiguous to say the least. you liked him, well it was hard not to. and you knew he liked you too. hell, everyone at st george's park knew you liked each other. but he had yet to make any concrete move towards you.

trent was standing in front of you, getting mic-ed up for another pr video. they were never his favorites, but if he had a chance to beat his teammates, he'd always take it.

while you were polishing up the last details before filming with your colleagues, you shot a quick glance at trent looking oh so adorable in his apron. he walked towards you and rested his chin on your shoulder, giving you a quick smile.

“you know you're never winning this one right?” you told him in a cheeky tone with the sole purpose of riling him up. you knew just how competitive he could get, even with something as trivial as a bake off opposing him to hendo, dec and kieran.

“are you doubting my baking skills right now, love?” his accent thick and sassiness dripping from his voice.

“oh no, i wouldn't dare. ‘m just saying dec has a much better shot at winning than you.” you wouldn't trust declan with your kitchen even if your life depended on it, too scared you'd lose your whole flat in a house fire. but the sight of trent, chuckling to himself at your words was enough to spur you on.

he was a confident man, confident enough to know you didn't mean a word you said. also confident enough in his baking skills to know that he’ll win no matter what. but your teasing made the gears in his brain spin faster. “what do i get if i prove you wrong and win then?”

you took a quick look around to: 1. escape trent's face that seemed to get closer to yours by the second, 2. check if any of your colleagues caught up on the somewhat intimate moment you were sharing, only to find out they all left to do whatever they needed to do.

you thought a few seconds of what to tell him before an idea popped in your head. it might seem too bold, but truthfully you were sick of waiting for trent to make a move on you. “mmmhh...” you pretended to think for a couple seconds, “if you win this, i'll kiss you.”

trent looked stunt at your proposal, his brown eyes looking even wider than usual. “yeah! i mean, are you sure?” as much as he tried to keep up a façade, you could see right through his false confidence. the skin of his ears turning into a reddish tone and his eyes looking anywhere but in yours.

you quickly nod, before pecking his cheek. trent didn't get the time to fully register your action, you were already gone god knows where.

the next time your eyes meet, you were standing behind the camera with the rest of the communication team. trent was torn between exchanging knowing glances and smiles with you or focusing on baking his gingerbread man. he chooses the latter, well aware of the reward awaiting him when he'll win.

after some more baking, the results were in. and you could feel trent's stare on you while he was waiting expectantly for his name to be called as the winner.

and once it inevitably happened, trent locked eyes with you in a stare that could only mean one thing: ‘i told you, you know what happens now’.

your name was called and you had to leave before trent was done wrapping up the video. this gave you time to mentally prepare yourself, you didn't regret your impulsive bet but you were overthinking everything that might go wrong.

in the midst of your turmoil, two hands gripped your shoulders making you turn in surprise. you weren't too surprised to see trent behind you, you gave him a warm smile before making sure none of your colleagues were in sight.

“i told you i'd win.” his face was still glowing from his earlier triumph.

you reciprocated the smile on his face, meeting his deep brown eyes. “i know... i knew you'd win this.” you let your hand wander over his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his body slowly taking over yours.

“i thought we had a deal...” trent's voice brought you out of your daydream. your movement suddenly stopped to look up at him.

you didn't give him a verbal answer, choosing to stand on your tippy toes before pressing your lips against his. you felt his lips turn into a smile against yours, before kissing you back with more passion than words could ever hold. his hands cupping your face to bring you even closer if that was possible, not ready to let go of you just yet.

once he did pull away, he looked at you with admiration sparkling in his eyes. his thumb stroked your cheek softly, while you felt the heat rush to your cheeks. what did this kiss mean for the two of you? were things going to be weird now? could you even kiss a player without consequ-

“so, i think the next step should be me asking you out?”