#and some of that love is real yes. this is not saying that there is no love there

[cosmicpearlz]

can you open up the door?

summary: you guys hated each other, so why does your heart feel broken when you see him with another girl?

pairing: jude bellingham x reader

a/n: i feel like i'm running out of ideas to write, please request anything! i absolutely love writing for jude and would love to hear what you wanna see/read :) anywho, enjoy my loves!

jude felt like he was on a high. winning the final cup with real madrid had been a dream come true. now, he gets to go home and relax before playing in the euro 2024 competition. although, going home also meant seeing the one person he dislikes. you and jude had a long history of hating/disliking each other. it was hard because of how much time you guys spend together, being that you not only shared the same friend group but the same best friend as well.

"you know jude is coming home, right?" trent says to you, while you rolled your eyes.

"yes yes, i know already. i promise to be on my best behavior," you attempted to give him your best smile. it only made the boy laugh at how you tried to hide your annoyance.

"why don't you guys like each other again? i feel like the two of you would be perfect together. a proper power couple if you ask me."

"never say that again. i wouldn't be caught-" before you could even finish your thought, jude comes through trent's door.

"daddy's home," you groaned at jude's crude language. upon hearing the groan, jude locks eyes with you. have you always been this pretty? somehow prettier than the last time he saw you. jude rids the thought out of his head and turns his attention to trent. they shared a hug before jude takes his seat right across from you on the other couch.

"you didn't tell me that you invited the yapper."

"and he didn't tell that the dickhead was coming. so i guess we're in the same boat," you crossed your arms to your chest and glared at jude.

"guys can we not start?"

"he literally started it first! i was here way before he came in and interrupted things."

"well guess who was in trent's life first? oh right, it was me. you're just some outsider that thinks she fits in but you don't."

you weren't sure why that hurt your feelings as much as it did. maybe because deep down, you felt like he was right. you moved from america to england for college as an exchange student and landed a job working for england's football team as their photographer. it's where you met trent and jude.

"you're such an asshole jude," you tried to ignore the stinging in your chest, as you packed up your stuff and getting ready walk to your apartment.

Jude began to feel guilty for obviously hurting your feelings. he doesn't know why he says what he says. it just comes out but he thinks that this time it was too far. trent had told him about how you felt a bit lonely sometimes being that you weren't from england, and here he had used it against you.

"dude," trent looks to jude with disappointment, as the door slams closed behind you.

"i know, i'm sorry. i don't know why i said it."

"why don't you guys get along?"

"i'm not even sure anymore. we just continue to hurt one another."

-

it's been weeks since you had last spoken to jude or trent. avoiding the both of them like the plague, pretending that you won't be leaving with them to germany in exactly two days. today, jobe had texted you that he was throwing a going away party for the three of you. you tried desperately tried to get out of going but the younger boy wasn't having it.

so you went, unfortunately. dressing in a black mini dress with the black red bottoms you saved up to purchase for graduation. finishing the look off with a red handbag. the loud music from the club greeted you, while you walked in.

"you made it!" jobe yells over the music, after seeing you walk in. you smiled and gave him a hug. it never made sense to you that jude's brother was nicer to you than he was.

"did i actually have a choice?"

"no."

"exactly," the two of you burst out into laughter, which caught jude's ears. he won't admit it to anyone but he knew your laugh like the back of his hand. it was one of things he liked about you.

"are you excited to leave for germany?"

"honestly, yes and no."

"why the no?" jobe leaned in closer to whisper, "anything to do with my brother?"

"no."

"i know when you're lying. it definitely has something to do with jude! why don't you guys just kiss and make up," you gasp at jobe and slapped his shoulder.

"news flash, we don't like each other. plus, i would never kiss him nor date him," you replied, causing the younger boy to roll his eyes.

jude overhead everything. would it really be so bad if you were to date him? he wasn't sure why that left a sour note in body but he was determined to not let it bother him. instead, deciding to occupy his time with the first pretty girl he saw. just to further deny those hidden feelings. to get over someone, might as well get under someone new.

-

"you've been avoiding me," you looked to find trent taking the seat next to you on the couch.

"i've simply been busy."

"doing what? moping?"

"hey, i don't mope."

"so what are you doing right now?"

"people watching." trent followed your line of vision, finding that you were looking at jude engaged in a conversation with a pretty girl. you watched as he moved closer to her, causing her to giggle and place a hand on his arm.

"you have feelings for jude." you quickly shake your head in defense.

"no i don't."

"stop lying to yourself. you guys are both attracted to each other but don't know how to act on it. you guys spent at least two years pretending to hate one another, why?"

"i don't know."

"but you do. just tell me why. i'm your best friend." somehow, your heartbeat felt as if it were louder than the music. you do remember why you originally started to dislike him but you've never said anything.

"it's because i overheard a conversation between the two of you. we were already friends but it was the day you were going to introduce me to jude. i heard him say 'she will never be on my level or in my league'." you felt your eyes water as you brought up the same awful feelings you felt back then.

"y/n that's not what he meant. you didn't hear the rest of conversation."

"whatever, i don't care." you pick up your handbag and stand to leave. the saltiness of the tears falling onto your cheeks, no matter how hard you tried to hide it. trent stands up with you, trying to offer some sort of comfort that you didn't want. it was embarrassing enough to cry over someone that wouldn't even give you a second thought.

"i think i'm going to go home."

"y/n."

"i'm fine trent. please let me go," you whisper, not being able to look up from your heels. he nods at you and you take that cue to leave. rushing out of the loud atmosphere to the quiet outside air. jude's eyes follow your figure as you rushed out. immediately, he ignores the girl he was flirting with to follow you outside. you notice a tug on your arm, turning around you see the last person you wanna see.

"jude, i'm not in the mood."

"what's wrong?"

"why would i tell you? go flirt with the girl you were just with."

"well something is wrong with you and i want to make sure you're okay."

"why do you even care? i'm just an outsider trying desperately to fit in, right?" you watched as jude's mouth opens and closes, with furrowed brows, you scoffed.

"exactly. goodnight jude," you took one more look at him before getting into your uber that happened to show up at the right time.

jude walks back into the club with an angry expression on his face. he was more mad at himself rather than anyone in specific. he walks to trent, who was sitting in the same spot, nursing the same drink.

"please tell me what happened. i knew she was okay and then i seen her walk out."

"i totally knew it. you guys have feelings for each other!"

"trent."

"she was looking at you with the girl at the bar and finally told me why you guys don't like each other. turns out, it was complete miscommunication. y/n overheard you say 'she'll never be on my level or in my league'. i tried telling her that you didn't mean it like that but she didn't want to hear it."

the realization dawned on Jude as he thought back to that day. trent showed him one picture and he swore that he could have fallen in love right there. you had mixed his words up to rejection rather than realizing he meant that you were too good for him. maybe he could have worded it differently. you guys certainly wouldn't be in this mess now. would you guys be wrapped up in the same bed sheets whispering to each other? would you be at his football matches in madrid? would you visit him and let him show you around? a whole year he's played on the team and a whole year you could have already been his.

-

you were relaxed in your bed, having criminal minds in the background. the only sort of comfort you could find. stupid feelings and stupid jude. you wanted the floor to swallow you whole and then maybe you wouldn't have to deal with this.

a knock on the door draws your attention. who would be knocking at two o'clock in the morning? you get up from your bed, walking into the living room towards the door. you opened the door, finding Jude standing there with a small smile.

"what do you want?"

"to talk."

"no," you closed the door before the boy could say anything else. jude takes this sign to keep knocking, instead of just leaving.

"open the door. please, just hear me out and I'll leave you alone afterwards." you leaned your head on the door debating on letting him in.

"open up the door. i'm not leaving until you do." you finally open the door after two minutes, afraid that the knocking was going to bother your apartment neighbors. you pulled him inside and closed the door once again.

"what do you-"

"you have it all wrong. what you overheard was wrong. i meant that you looked like you were too good for me. that i didn't even deserve to try and win you over. how could you ever think differently? you are the prettiest girl i've ever known-"

"jude."

"i was only rude to you because that's what you did to me when we first met. there are so many things i wish i did differently. i could be the one kissing your tears away and not causing them. you're not an outsider, far from it actually-"

"jude!" you finally got the boys attention, locking eyes with him. you couldn't believe that your feelings were returned. all the time that was wasted. without a second thought, you pulled his shirt collar and kissed him. your lips molded together perfectly. a sudden eagerness that made the kiss more intense. jude's hand slipping under your pajama top, to touch your bare skin trying feel closer to you. you pulled away first, feeling overwhelmed with emotions.

"i'm so sorry sweetheart. i didn't mean of it." jude swipes away the tears that fell from your eyes.

"i'm sorry too."

"you have nothing to apologize for. it's my fault."

"it takes two to tango jude. i've said some pretty awful stuff too and i'm sorry."

"where do we go from here? what do you truly want y/n? if you want to pretend this never happened, i'll comply." his eyes trailing your face for some sort of sign.

"i just want you."

"you have me baby. you always have," jude whispers, before connecting your lips together once more.

[st4rtar0t]

Describing your love trope with your future spouse as a writer

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Picture 1

Arranged blind date

I stared at my reflection, the dress clinging to my frame in a way that was both flattering and unfamiliar. It had been months since I’d worn anything other than sweatpants and old t-shirts. My heart pounded as I thought about the evening ahead. What had I let Emma talk me into?

“Trust me, y/n,” she had said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “You deserve someone who treats you right. This guy is perfect for you.”

I wanted to believe her. After all, Emma knew me better than anyone. She had seen me through the worst of my relationship with Adam, watched as I shrank into myself, convinced I was unworthy of love and respect. She had been my rock when I finally walked away.

Now, she was determined to help me move on, even if it meant dragging me into the world of blind dates.

“You look stunning,” Emma said, stepping into my bedroom. Her smile was warm and reassuring. “And you’ll be fine. Just be yourself.”

I nodded, trying to steady my breathing. “What if he’s... I don’t know, another Adam?”

Emma shook her head firmly. “He’s not. Trust me. I’ve known him for years. He’s kind, funny, and he’s been through his own share of heartbreak. You two will understand each other.”

Taking a deep breath, I followed Emma out the door and into her car. As she drove, I gazed out the window, my mind a swirl of anxiety and hope. The city lights blurred past, a cacophony of life that felt distant and unreal.

We arrived at the restaurant, a cozy little place with warm lighting and the comforting aroma of home-cooked meals. Emma squeezed my hand. “He’s waiting at table five. Go on, I’ll be right here if you need me.”

I hesitated, then nodded. “Okay. Here goes nothing.”

As I approached table five, I saw him. He was looking down at his menu, but there was something about him that immediately put me at ease. He had an air of quiet confidence, and when he looked up and our eyes met, he smiled. It was a smile that reached his eyes, genuine and warm.

“y/n?” he asked, standing up and offering his hand.

I took it, surprised by how natural it felt. “Yes. And you must be Michael.”

He nodded, his grip gentle yet reassuring. “It’s really nice to meet you. Emma’s told me a lot about you.”

I laughed nervously, taking my seat. “All good things, I hope.”

“Only the best,” he said, his eyes twinkling with kindness. “She’s very fond of you.”

As we started talking, I found myself relaxing. Michael was easy to talk to, his sense of humor lightening the mood. He shared stories about his work as a graphic designer, his passion for painting, and his dog, Max, who sounded like a real character.

“So, Emma tells me you’re quite the photographer,” he said, his tone genuinely interested.

I blushed slightly. “I dabble. It’s just a hobby, really.”

“From what I hear, you’re pretty talented,” he replied. “Maybe you could show me some of your work sometime?”

I nodded, feeling a warmth spread through me that I hadn’t felt in a long time. “I’d like that.”

The evening passed in a blur of laughter and easy conversation. For the first time in what felt like forever, I was enjoying myself. Michael was attentive, respectful, and genuinely interested in what I had to say. It was a stark contrast to the indifference and criticism I had grown accustomed to with Adam.

As we said our goodbyes, Michael looked at me with a hopeful expression. “I had a great time tonight, y/n. Can we do this again sometime?”

I smiled, feeling a lightness in my heart. “I’d like that very much, Michael.”

As I walked back to Emma, who was waiting with a knowing smile, I realized something. Maybe, just maybe, I was ready to open my heart again. And maybe this time, I’d find the love and respect I truly deserved.

⁠—⁠☆

Emma hugged me as soon as I reached her. “See? Told you it would be fine.”

I hugged her back, gratitude welling up in my chest. “Thank you, Emma. For everything.”

She grinned. “That’s what friends are for.”

And for the first time in a long while, I felt hopeful about the future.

Picture 2

Friends to lovers

I stood outside y/n’s apartment, nervously shifting from one foot to the other. The city was quiet tonight, the streetlights casting a warm glow on the sidewalk. I had been here countless times, but tonight felt different. Tonight, everything was about to change.

Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door. Almost immediately, I heard her footsteps approaching. The door swung open, and there she was, her smile lighting up the entire hallway.

“Hey! Come on in,” she said, stepping aside to let me pass.

I walked in, my heart pounding in my chest. “Hey, y/n. Thanks for having me over.”

We settled on her couch, the same spot where we’d shared countless conversations, laughter, and even tears over the years. She handed me a cup of tea, her eyes sparkling with the warmth I had come to cherish.

“So, what’s up?” she asked, taking a sip of her own tea. “You sounded a bit urgent on the phone.”

I looked at her, really looked at her, and realized just how much she meant to me. Her kindness, her strength, her infectious laugh—all the little things that made her who she was. It hit me like a tidal wave. I was in love with her. I always have been.

“y/n, there’s something I need to tell you,” I began, my voice trembling slightly.

She set her cup down, her expression turning serious. “What is it? You know you can tell me anything.”

I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. “y/n, you’ve been my best friend for as long as I can remember. You’ve been there for me through everything, and I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

She smiled, reaching out to squeeze my hand. “I am your best friend. I will always be there for you no matter what happens. Now tell me, what is bothering you?”

I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the moment. “But that’s the thing. I don’t just see you as my best friend anymore. Somewhere along the way, my feelings changed. I’ve fallen in love with you.”

Her eyes widened, and for a moment, there was a silence that felt like an eternity. My heart was in my throat, fear and hope battling within me.

“oh…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I pressed on, needing her to understand. “I know this might come as a shock, and I don’t want to ruin what we have. But I had to tell you. I can’t keep pretending that what I feel for you is just friendship.”

Her eyes searched mine, and I saw tears forming. Panic surged through me. Had I made a terrible mistake?

But then she smiled, a radiant, beautiful smile that took my breath away. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that for so long.”

Relief washed over me like a flood. “You... you have?”

She nodded, tears spilling over her cheeks. “I’ve loved you for years. I was just too scared to tell you. I didn’t want to risk losing you.”

I reached out, brushing a tear from her cheek. “You’ll never lose me, y/n. You’re everything to me.”

She leaned into my touch, her eyes filled with love and vulnerability. “I love you.”

The words were like music to my ears. I pulled her into my arms, holding her tightly. “I love you too, y/n. More than you’ll ever know.”

We sat there, wrapped in each other’s embrace, the world outside fading away. All that mattered was this moment, the love we had finally confessed, and the promise of a future together.

As I held her, I realized something. Love had been right in front of me all along, in the form of my best friend. And now that I had found it, I was never letting go.

Picture 3

Opposites attract

I watched him from across the room, the way he moved with such effortless grace and confidence. The party was in full swing, laughter and chatter filling the air, but all I could focus on was Ethan. He was the epitome of extroversion, charming everyone around him with his easy smile and quick wit.

I, on the other hand, was more comfortable in the shadows, observing rather than participating. I preferred a good book to a loud party, a quiet evening at home to a night out on the town. Yet, here I was, drawn to someone who was my complete opposite in every way.

Ethan caught my eye and waved, making his way over to me. My heart skipped a beat, a mixture of excitement and nervousness swirling inside me.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, his voice warm and inviting. “Why are you hiding over here all alone?”

I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “Just taking a break from all the excitement.”

He laughed, a rich, contagious sound. “You know, you’re the only person I know who comes to a party to take a break from it.”

I smiled, feeling a little more at ease. “Well, someone has to keep an eye on things from the sidelines.”

“Mind if I join you?” he asked, his eyes twinkling with that mischievous spark I was starting to adore.

“Sure,” I said, surprised by how much I wanted him to stay.

We sat down on the edge of the patio, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the warmth of the crowded house. For a moment, we just sat in comfortable silence, the sounds of the party fading into the background.

“You know, Y/N,” Ethan said, breaking the silence. “I’ve always admired how you can just... be. You don’t need all this noise and attention to feel happy.”

I looked at him, surprised by his honesty. “And I’ve always admired how you can light up a room just by walking into it. You make everything look so easy.”

He smiled, a softer, more genuine smile than I’d seen before. “It’s not always as easy as it looks. Sometimes, it feels like I’m just playing a role. But with you... I feel like I can be myself.”

My heart swelled at his words. “I feel the same way, Ethan. With you, I don’t feel like I have to hide.”

We continued talking, sharing pieces of ourselves we hadn’t revealed to anyone else. I told him about my love for painting, how it was my way of expressing emotions I couldn’t put into words. He opened up about his fear of being alone, how he surrounded himself with people to avoid facing his own insecurities.

As the night wore on, I found myself drawn to him in ways I hadn’t expected. Despite our differences, or maybe because of them, we fit together in a way that felt right. His outgoing nature balanced my introversion, his confidence bolstered my shyness, and his warmth melted my reservations.

Ethan reached out, taking my hand in his. His touch was gentle, yet it sent a jolt of electricity through me. “Y/N, I know we’re different, but I can’t help how I feel. Being with you makes me want to be better, to be more.”

I looked into his eyes, seeing the vulnerability and sincerity there. “I feel the same way, Ethan. You make me feel... alive, like anything is possible.”

He leaned in closer, his gaze never leaving mine. “So, what do you say we give this a try? Us, I mean. I know it won’t always be easy, but I think it could be something amazing.”

I smiled, my heart full of hope and excitement. “I’d like that, Ethan. I’d like that a lot.”

As he pulled me into a gentle embrace, I realized that sometimes, the most unexpected connections can be the most beautiful. Despite our differences, or maybe because of them, we were falling for each other, and I couldn’t wait to see where this journey would take us.

[milliumizoomi]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐇𝐄...

☆彡SUMMARY.; Things I believe he would do in a relationship that you’d (us.. all of us..😭) would find attractive

☆彡FEATURED.; ARMANDO ARETAS x READER

☆彡TROPE.; Established Relationship

☆彡FORMAT.; HEADCANON

☆彡GENRE.; FLUFF + SUGGESTION + A TINY BIT OF ANGST

☆彡WARNINGS.; mature language, mature actions, a lil bit of Armando’s toxicity shining thru, brief mentions of choking (not in like he’s gonna kill u type of way😭) brief mentions of violence, a little bit of spoilers ahead.

☆彡NOTES.; heyyyy thank u guys SAURRRR much for the love on the last Armando work I posted, I’m glad so many of yall liked it and I will continue to post and write about him 🫶🏽. (And yeah I took that picture on the middle so be free to save.. cause whew lord..). I hope you guys enjoy this one😛💕.

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED🫶🏽.

[IN PUBLIC]

✬ Armando would keep an eye on you, especially since he’s not a very trusting person to most

✬ He’s like very aware of the space you’re both in so he’d keep you at least within arms reach of him if it’s just a regular kind of day

✬ And he’d also do that thing where if he wants you to move, he’ll grab your waist and either shift you to where he wants you to do, or he’ll do that just to pass behind you

✬ And he a quiet person so instead of using many words, he just stares and expects you to know what he’s thinking

✬ If a situation arises where you’re doing something that he thinks you shouldn’t be doing, he’ll simply clear his throat and stare and he knows you should know what he’s thinking

✬ also this man has no filter whatsoever, so if you’re talking, it doesn’t even have to be to him, you could be taking to his dad or something and he’ll just blurt out some of the most insane stuff in either Spanish or English

✬ (like he did to that girl when he called her fine)

✬ like if you say “im so hot” on a day when it’s scorching outside he’d def say stuff like “I definitely agree” or some shit like that just to embarrass you

✬ He’d also stare at your lips while you’re talking to him, especially if you’re mad at him

✬ and openly stare at your body too

[ON CASES || MISSIONS]

✬ you don’t even have to be in a relationship for this one but just watching him fight

✬ Each movement of his is so effortless and he just looks good each and every time

✬ He’d also probably see you staring and raise an eyebrow at you and tell you to pay attention

✬ would tease you on missions definitely

✬ especially if it’s a mission together

✬ only a bit tho cause he’s very focused on missions

✬ makes you be his backpack on his motorcycle

✬ he’d adjust your hand to where he wants it when riding the motorcycle

✬ drives it with one hand and occasionally taps at your leg with the other

✬ and if he has time, he’ll teach you to fight like he does

[IN PRIVATE]

✬ in private he’s definitely an attitude fixer

✬ if you do something to piss him off he’ll probably just stop talking all together until you apologize

✬ when that happens tho he furrows and raises his eyebrows a lot while clenching his jaw as a way to not get too annoyed with you

✬ curses in Spanish a lottttt

✬ and when you’re being bratty or rude to him, he’ll literally grab you by the neck and bring you real close to his face then say in your ear “arregla tu actitud antes de que yo la arregle por ti..” (fix your attitude before i fix it for you..)

✬ ofc he’d do that in public too

✬ I feel like he’d be a bit clingy when alone because he doesn’t like pda, so he waits until it’s private and will literally grab all over you

✬ he cooks shirtless (idc it’s true and yes he can cook🤚🏽)

✬ has told you the most mundane every day things in the sexiest voice ever

✬whistles when you walk in a room

✬ and slaps your butt regularly (sue me ik he does🤚🏽)

✬if you’re sleeping in the same bed there’s only two places he’ll sleep, on your butt or on your stomach (no in between 🤷🏽‍♀️)

✬ uses that same condescending voice on you to tell you what to do, when you’re wrong, or to stop acting up

eugh I love him sm🥹

[calicoheartz]

hi queen can you do something for paige inspired by i can see you by taylor??

I Can See You ; Paige Bueckers

— summary ꣑୧ | just a small fic based on the song I can see you by Taylor swift ! (highschool au)

wc ; 932

— warnings | tiny bit of angst if you squint, mainly fluff !

my master list ㇀♡

a/n : I tried my best to interpret this song to the best of my ability , so sorry in advance if it isn’t super accurate ! tysm for requesting & enjoy ◡̈

The gym was bustling with energy, the sound of basketballs bouncing and sneakers squeaking on the polished floor. Practice was in full swing, and I found myself stealing glances at Paige Bueckers, our star player. She was mesmerizing, every move fluid and precise. I had admired her from afar for so long, but I was just another teammate in her eyes. Or so I thought.

As we wrapped up practice, Paige called out, “Hey, you want to stay and shoot some hoops?”

I blinked, surprised but pleased. “Sure, why not?”

We stayed behind, the gym gradually emptying until it was just the two of us. Paige was different when it was just us—more relaxed, her guard down. We laughed and joked, and for a moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the world.

“Nice shot!” Paige exclaimed as I made a three-pointer.

“Thanks, but I think you’re rubbing off on me,” I teased.

Paige grinned, her eyes twinkling. “Maybe you’re just good company.”

There was something in her tone, something that made my heart race. Could it be that she saw me the way I saw her?

Weeks passed, and Paige and I found ourselves spending more time together. We’d text late into the night, sharing secrets and dreams. She was everything I had ever wanted, but I didn’t know how to bridge the gap between friendship and something more.

One evening, after a particularly grueling practice, Paige suggested we go for a walk. The campus was quiet, the sky painted in hues of orange and pink. As we strolled, Paige’s hand brushed against mine, sending a jolt of electricity through me.

“Can I tell you something?” Paige asked, her voice soft.

“Of course,” I replied, my heart pounding.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to say, but I didn’t know how,” she began, her eyes fixed on the ground. “I see you. I see how amazing you are, how you light up every room you walk into. And I can’t stop thinking about you.”

My breath caught in my throat. “Paige, I… I feel the same way. I’ve been trying to find the right moment to tell you.”

She looked up, her eyes meeting mine. “You have?”

“Yes,” I whispered, reaching for her hand. “I’ve fallen for you, Paige.”

Paige’s face broke into a radiant smile, and she pulled me into a tight embrace. “I’m so glad you feel the same way.”

With our feelings out in the open, Paige and I navigated our new relationship with a mix of excitement and caution. We still kept it under wraps, not wanting to disrupt the team dynamics or invite unnecessary scrutiny. But every stolen glance, every secret touch, was charged with the thrill of hidden love.

One night, as we lay side by side on the grass, staring up at the stars, Paige turned to me. “Do you ever feel like we’re hiding too much?”

I sighed, my fingers entwined with hers. “Sometimes. But I think it’s worth it. We’ll tell them when the time is right.”

Paige nodded, her eyes reflecting the starlight. “I can see you, you know. The real you. And I love every part of you.”

Tears pricked my eyes at her words. “I love you too, Paige. More than you know.”

The season progressed, and our team’s success brought increased media attention. Paige was in the spotlight, and I stood by her side, proud and supportive. But the strain of keeping our relationship a secret began to wear on us.

During a post-game celebration, one of our teammates, Jess, pulled me aside. “Hey, I’ve noticed something between you and Paige. Are you two…?”

I froze, unsure of how to respond. “What do you mean?”

Jess smiled knowingly. “Come on, it’s obvious. You two have something special.”

I glanced at Paige, who was laughing with some of the other girls. “We do,” I admitted. “But we’ve been keeping it quiet.”

Jess nodded. “Well, for what it’s worth, I think you two are great together. And I think the team would support you.”

Her words gave me a surge of confidence. That night, as Paige and I walked back to our dorms, I squeezed her hand. “I think it’s time we stop hiding.”

Paige looked at me, her eyes filled with love and determination. “I’m ready if you are.”

The next day, we gathered our teammates and told them the truth. There were a few moments of surprise, but then a wave of support and congratulations washed over us. It felt liberating to finally be open about our love.

Paige and I continued to shine both on and off the court, our bond stronger than ever. We faced challenges together, knowing that we had each other’s backs.

One evening, as we watched the sunset, Paige turned to me with a smile. “I can see you, and I love you more every day.”

I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “I love you too, Paige. Always.”

Years later, as Paige and I stood at the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean, I marveled at how far we had come. Our journey from hidden feelings to open love had been filled with twists and turns, but it had brought us closer than ever.

“I can see our future,” Paige said, her voice filled with hope.

“Me too,” I replied, wrapping my arms around her. “And it’s beautiful.”

Together, we watched the sun dip below the horizon, knowing that whatever the future held, we would face it side by side, with love and unwavering support.

a/n : tried my take on another t-swift song ! tysm for reading 💗

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

All I’m going to say I think now that my brain remembered part of what it was thinking is that Taylor and Joe went through a lot together (good and bad) and regardless of how it ended or what led to it they both seem to be determined to keep that private and not throw each other under the bus and in the end they’re just two very, very different people whose outlooks in the long term were just never going to align and never has that been clearer.

[masonmontz]

heeey, how are you? hope you like this one :)

english is not my first language, i’m sorry if you see something wrong

angst

word count: 3.275k

part 2 SOON

Manchester is your home for years and one of your favorite places in the world, not just because of the beautiful places but all your friends and your favorite people are there too. Your family always come to visit you and finally you don’t feel alone being there.

You were 23 when you move from London to Manchester, you got a place on a cooking course you've been dreaming about for a long time and you had to move.

But you had to leave some things behind.

Or someone.

You met Mason when you were twenty-two and he was eighteen, four years younger but he was your favorite since the day you two met. He was funny and gentle and it was no surprise when you were totally in love with him, even though he's three years younger. In fact, he had a little trouble winning you over since you were reluctant about the age difference.

But how can you not fall in love with Mason Mount?

Things were going very well between you two. You loved his family and they loved you, just as your family loved him too - especially your father and brother, who were true football fans.

But just like everything in life, bad times come and cannot be avoided.

You had already taken some cooking courses and were always studying in search of knowledge, but the one in Manchester was a real dream and you could even have the chance to open your own business when you graduated.

You still remember the conversation with Mason when you decided to move.

6 YEARS AGO

“I passed the course in Manchester.” you say, lying in Mason’s chest. You've been waiting for the results for a few days and yesterday you finally got the answer, but you haven't told Mason anything until now.

“Oh my God, are you serious?” he asks and you agree, smiling at him. “I knew it. I’m so happy for you, love.” He hugs you and leaves a kiss on your forehead, celebrating with you.

“Yeah, I was afraid I wouldn't get a place on the course but I’m happy now” You get out of bed and look for your pj’s that were thrown across the room as soon as Mason arrived at your apartment.

“You didn't believe me when I said you could do it.” He says and sits on your bed, sleepy, after a game against Arsenal in North London and spend some hours in your bed, he was totally tired.

You look at him. He yawns and you look at his beautiful face, with almost no beard because he's young, the messy hair and his body wearing nothing under the sheets. You feel like you might start crying at the beautiful sight, a sight only you see when you two are lost in your own world.

“You’re right.” You say and go to the kitchen just to get a glass of water. Your heart races. You feel Mason approaching before you even see him, he holds you by your waist, leaving a kiss on the back of your neck. “We need to talk, Mase.”

“U-hu.” He agrees and goes to the fridge, looking for something to eat. “About what?”

“About us.” You say and he stares at you. “I’m moving to Manchester.”

“I know babe, but I can drive, you can drive here, there's also the train and I don't have games every day.” You shake your head, knowing this won't work. “What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I don’t think this is gonna work, Mase.”

“Y/N, what?” He looks lost and dropped his food on the counter, sitting on a chair. “We are not breaking up.”

“Yes Mason, we are.” Your voice shakes and you feel a tear run down your face.

Mason doesn't say anything, and neither do you. You walk up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, but he pushes you away, not wanting your touch.

“Mase, please” You speak with a tearful voice.

“Why, Y/N? Why?” He asks, looking at you. Your heart breaks into a million pieces when you see tears falling down his face too. “Are you going to give up on us like this? You'll only be there for a year, for god's sake!”

“Mason, what if I move there permanently? What would we do? See each other just on our vacations?” You shouted at him, making him startle at your tone. “Sorry.”

“We would find a way.” He says and you cry harder, closing your eyes and listening to his cry. “You're not even giving us another chance.”

“Don’t say that, Mase.” You say and he gets up from his chair, walking past you. “You are so young, you have so much to enjoy with your friends, with Chelsea. You won't be able to do this stuck with me.”

“What the fuck, I'm not stuck with you, I'm with you because I love you.” He yells at you, crying.

“You’re just nineteen, you don’t know anything about love.” You know you've crossed the line, but you're not in a position to control the words that come out of your mouth.

“Yeah, right, I'm just a silly boy who liked an older woman. I’m just fun for her.”

“Mason, that’s not true.” You follow him as he goes to your room, picking up his own clothes from the floor and putting them on, completely ignoring you. “Mason, listen to me.”

“No, Y/N.” He says and picks up his backpack from the floor where he brought his clothes. “I feel so stupid. I would never give up on us the same way you are doing now.”

“You don’t understand.” You yell at him once again.

“Cause I’m just nineteen, yeah?” He laughs ironically, but the tears don’t stop falling. “Don't you think I could make you happy?”

“I never said that, Mason.”

“It doesn’t matter now, I’m leaving.” He says and walks to the door, but turns one last time to look at you. “I don’t think I can love another person in the same way I love you. I gave my heart to you and you didn't do it the same way.”

“I’m sorry.” You speak quietly, but you know he heard you. “I love you Mason.”

“I don’t think you do.”

NOW

The course lasted a year and after that one of the professors invited you to work with him. You worked at his restaurant for almost three years until you finally opened your own business. The salary was incredible and you were able to save it until you had enough money to open your cafe, a place where you serve lunch, sandwiches and had the best pastry shop in Manchester - according to your customers.

“So, when are you going to a Manchester United game with me?” Emily, your employee, asks.

“Uh, never.” You answer her. “You know I don’t like football.”

“I know, but Sunday is my birthday and I really want you there with me and my friends.”

“Your teenage friends?”

“Alright, I know you are older but you are really cool and they like you too as much as I do.”

“I mean, I could be your mother.”

“Oh, shut up, you’re just twenty-nine.” She laughs. “Y/N, please, you are always wonderful with me, you are funny and I will really appreciate it if you go.”

“I’m not going to the game, but I promise I’m coming to the party at the club, okay?”

“Perfect.” She turns and goes to a table to serve a customer. You sigh.

You actually like football, but football reminds you of the past, a past that took you a long time to forget. Or to leave aside.

You suffered a lot when things ended between you and Mason, it was very difficult living alone in Manchester in the first few months and most days you just wanted to call him and tell how much you missed him.

A few days after you broke up, Mason removed you from social media and you avoided him everywhere, even his family.

Time passes, wounds heal.

You made real friends in Manchester, you were really happy to have such special people. It wasn't always possible to avoid the news and sometimes you'd see Mason on television at a game, in an interview or on a gossip channel.

Even your friends commented on him, as they didn't know he was your ex-boyfriend. You ignored every time a friend said he was the most handsome player in the Premier League, that they would like to spend a night with him or the times they commented about women he was shagging.

There were many women.

And about a year ago he became a Manchester United player.

You heard all over town that Mason Mount was the team's new midfielder, but you also heard people commenting that he was a traitor, a snake. Luckily, you never saw him around Manchester and you would never go to a game knowing you would see him in person for the first time in years.

“Heey, Y/N. I’m so happy you are here.” Emily say as soon as she sees you. She stumbles and seems more excited than ever. “Wow, you are very beautiful.”

“Thank you, Em.” You say, looking at yourself. You are wearing a short, tight pink dress. Loose hair and heels that will hurt your feet. The result looked great to you in the mirror. Emily hugs you.

“Are you drunk?” You ask and she agrees, laughing. “Oh my God.”

“Let’s have fun, please, don’t be and old lady tonight.”

“I’m sorry. I’m gonna get myself a drink.”

You go to the bar and buy a drink, going back to the place reserved for Emily's party. She invited a lot of people, you recognize most of them, since they always go to see Emily at work. Some of her friends talk to you, but most of the time you just watch the various people dancing on the dance floor while you sip your drink.

“Y/N, how are you?” Lucca, one of her friends, comes closer to you.

“Hi Lucca, I’m fine, and you?” He agrees and you realize he's drunk too.

“I always thought you were pretty, you know?” You take a sip of your drink to keep from laughing at him. “But I don't have the courage to ask you out.”

“I’m sorry Lucca, how old are you?”

“I’m eighteen.”

“Yeah, I’m twenty-nine, nothing will happen.” He grimaces but agrees.

“Oh, everybody stay calm, Manchester United players are here.” Emily appears, celebrating that her team is here. “Oh, they probably have a reserved seat.”

“Hey, don't get upset, enjoy your birthday." You say.

But now you only think about leaving, even without knowing if he's here. You refuse to look at the entrance and see the players. You don't know if you're ready to see Mason again after so many years. You don't even know if he remembers you after so many women in his bed.

You can see Emily and her friends get embarrassed as the players walk past you, showing off to them. You hold your breath as you see those tall men walking past you, but you still turn your back as they pass to the place reserved for them. When Emily turns to face the players who passed by, you sigh when you realize there are none left.

“I'll get another drink.” You say but no one hears you because of the loud music.

As you take two steps to the bar, someone bumps into you hard, making you stumble forward and bump into someone else. A large hand holds your wrist and stops you from falling or tripping again.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you.”

But it was too late to run away.

Because it's Mason in front of you. Holding you. His face is as shocked as yours.

Your heart races seeing the man you loved there in front of you. That's what he is now, a man, no longer a boy.

“Y/N?” He looks confused and lost and you know you have the same expression in your face. “What are you doing here?”

“Mason, hey.” You say, panting. “I didn't expect to see you.”

You can see from the corner of your eyes that Emily is shocked along with her friends, staring at you and Mason.

“Uh, I- I don’t know. Nice to see you.” He says and you can see his cheek turn red. “Can I hug you?”

You look at him for a few seconds, but nod with a shy smile. He comes over and gives you a big hug, holding you by the waist while placing his head on your neck. You feel his hands shaking, but you're just as nervous as he is.

“I can believe you are here.” He lets you go, giving you a smile.

“Yeah, it's my friend's birthday.” You point at Emily and her eyes widen when Mason turns and looks at her, waving at her quickly.

“Nineteen?” He says when he sees the balloons with the numbers.

“Yeah, she's my employee too, that's why I'm here.” You say and see some people surrounding you, probably wanting to take a picture with Mason. “I'll leave you alone, I'm going to the bar to get a drink.”

Mason looks like he wants to say something but someone interrupts him, so you turn your back and walk to the bar.

You need fresh air, to be honest.

The bar was full but you found a place to sit and ask the barman for a drink. It’s hard to know what feelings you are feeling right now, not because of the time you spent apart, but because you were sure you had no feelings for him right now. Totally wrong.

Everything you felt when you broke up came to you like a shot.

When the barman handed you your drink, you thanked him and turned back to Emily. She and her friends were talking very loud about the players and you tried to ignore them, but failed.

“Y/N, can you tell me, please, what Mason was saying to you?” She begged. “Why did he gave you a hug?”

“Cause we know each other.” She doesn't look convinced. “I’m from London.”

“Why didn't you ever tell me you knew him?”

“It’s not a big deal, Em.” She shrugs and takes the drink from your hand.

“Let’s do shots.”

An hour later you could barely see straight. Emily made you take five shots of tequila and you don't know how you'll work tomorrow. You didn't see Mason after you met him the first time and you were relieved about that.

You were happy when Emily's older brother arrived with his girlfriend and you could talk to two older people, but they were drunk as you and the conversations were messed up.

“Why are these players so hot?” Sarah, a friend of Emily, says to you. “I mean, they have those big legs and muscular arms, so, so hot.” She points to a place you hadn’t see yet and your eyes go straight to Mason, who is talking to a beautiful woman and one of the players.

Maybe it's the fact that you're drunk, but he looks so handsome that you can't stop staring at him. He is wearing a white shirt, pants and white sneakers. No one can look this good in simple clothes.

“I agree.” Mason seems to feel your gaze on him and turns his head, his gaze meeting yours and making him smile shyly. You try to hide it and feel your cheek turn red when he sees you. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

The place is full of people and you have a little trouble finding the bathroom, but you do and stay there for a few seconds, a little away from the noise and crowd. You feel dizzy and decide to get water.

But when you leave the bathroom, even with a few people in the small hallway, you can see Mason standing there, leaning against the wall. His face lights up when he sees you walking up to him.

“Hey, I thought you left.” He says, smiling again.

“No, I’m just feeling dizzy after all those drinks.”

“You’re okay?” He looks worried, but you nod and say you're fine.

“Yeah, it’s late and I think I’m going home now.”

“I can take you home, I'm leaving too.”

“No, Mase, it’s not necessary. I’ll call a taxi.”

“Y/N, it’s fine. I didn't drink and I can take you home safe.” He doesn't seem like he's going to give up on the idea and you finally agree.

“Just let me say goodbye to Emily.” He agrees and follows you there. You can perfectly feel his body almost touching yours as you walk towards you friend.

“Em, I’m going home.” You give her a hug and say goodbye to her other friends, but before you leave, she pulls you by the arm.

“What is Mason Mount doing here?” She asks.

“He’s driving me home.”

“I bet you have a lot to tell me tomorrow.”

“That’s a nice place.” Mason says when he finally finishes looking around your apartment. “Feeling better?” You mumble, still lying on the couch.

The ride home was fine until you felt sick from the drinks you had. Mason stopped the car in the middle of the road for you to vomit and it was the most humiliating moment of your life.

“I’m too old for this.” Mason laughs and sits on the couch next to you. Even after he dropped you off at home, you told him he could leave, but he didn't want to leave you alone. How embarrassing is it to throw up in front of your ex boyfriend?

“You’re not old. You've never been a person who can handle a lot of drinks, have you?”

“You’re right.” You close your eyes. “Really Mason, you can go if you want, I’m feeling better.”

“No. I’m staying with you.” He says and you look at him. “I’m happy to see you tonight.”

You smile softly at him, sitting on the couch.

“I really thought I'd never see you again, Y/N.” He sighs and scratches his hair. “I was very sad when we broke up, maybe I said the wrong things but then I understood that it was the best choice for our relationship. It would never work out apart from each other.”

“For a long time I wondered if I had made the right choice.”

“You did, and I thank you for it.” He places a hand on your knee, which is resting close to him. “But I missed you so much at first. Mum didn't know what to do to cheer me up. I took it all out on the field.”

“I’m sorry, Mason.” You say and he looks at you. “I missed you too, so much. I was alone here and had no one to talk.” You start. “But I wouldn't do anything different. I built something and you have an incredible career now, maybe if we were together you wouldn't have any of this.”

“Yeah, but now I think London doesn't like me so much.” He confesses. “Things got bad at Chelsea, I let a lot of people down.”

“I heard something about that.” You approach him, hugging him and laying your head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry for that too.”

“It’s fine, I’m happy here.” He leaves a kiss in your hair and you pull away.

“Things will be fine, Mason, you'll see.”

[cutiekaijumuseum]

A little trivia for those that just got introduced to Ultraman thanks to Ultraman Rising

You know that part where baby kaiju Emi is shown a kids cartoon with an earworm of a song?

That cartoon is real!! It's called Kaiju Step Wandabada and it stars cute kid versions of different monsters from different Ultraman series (mostly the original from 1966 wich Rising is also based on). The opening shown in the movie is in stop-motion while the cartoon itself is in 2D.

The Ultraman heroes don't appear in person, but bizarrely enough they seem to exist as fictional superheroes in-universe, with the kaiju kids having toys and dolls of them. It's no surprise Emi liked it so much! She would be right at home in this show!

The episodes are 5 minutes long, there are two seasons of 26 episodes each for a total of 52. The official Tsurubaya channel has the first episodes of both seasons uploaded...

...but the rest were sadly only up for a limited time cuz gotta sell the dvds. What is officially available online right now is a series of educational shorts.

Some years ago Marvel Comics got the rights to make Ultraman comics and made a mini-series called "The Rise of Ultraman" (no relation), and these Kaiju Step designs got to appear as part of in-universe instructional videos about dealing with monsters and aliens:

So let's have a quick rundow on the little monsters and where each comes from:

Pigmon or Pig-chan is the main protagonist and new kid in town (forest). This coral-looking guy is one of the most iconic and recurring ultra monsters and the go-to kid-friendly one, as he stood out among the original set of kaiju for being friendly and heroic (as well as human-sized). He has the bad habit of dying in many of his apperences but fortunately that's not the case here.

Kanegon or Kane-chan is the second member of the protagonist trio, and the most energic and simple-minded. A coin purse monster that eats money, and usually a human kid under a curse. He actually pre-dates Ultraman, appearing in the black-and-white anthology series Ultra Q wich had monsters but not superheroes. Fortunately this one doesn't need to eat money and was born a kaiju.

Alien Dada or Dada-chan is the reliable but temperamental inventor of the trio, he dreams of building a rocket ship. One of the most iconic villains from the original 1966 Ultraman (and that's saying a lot), it's a weird alien with weird powers looking for human subjects for his weird experiments, like testing his shrinking ray. He really earns the name of a weird art movement.

Gomora or Gomo-chan is probably the most iconic ultra kaiju of all. Remember how in Ultraman Rising there is this whole sequence where the dad omniously talks about fighting him? There is a good reason for that. Gomora had the only two-parter in the original 1966 series, and was able to actually defeat Ultraman in their first figh. He's essentially Godzilla if he lived underground rather than underwater (He's even been a good guy and had a robot counterpart). Here, however, Gomora is a chill guy who's passionate about agriculture. (btw, you can also spot Gomora in Rising on a screen around an hour and eight minutes into the movie).

Red King or just Red is another iconic ultra dino, that looks like corn. In the show he's brute but well-meaning, and has a friendly sport rivalry with Kemur-chan. But in the Ultraman series he's a sadistic and murderous bully who beats up weaker monsters but gets his butt kicked rather easily by Ultraman (although more recent incarnations have have been more positive, both in his fighting ability and sometimes even becoming a loving father). (and yes, you are right, he's not red).

Jamira or Jami-chan is a passionate archeologist and fossil collector in the show, whereas in the original Ultraman he was a human astronaut that got infected by a virus. He hasn't appeared much beyond his debut... but doesn't need to, as his episode was very memorable in how sad and tragic it was. I can't imagine the target audience's whiplash seeing this cute creature one moment collecting fossils and the next having a horrible sad death. I guess one could say the same for most of the characters, but this one takes the cake.

Miclas or Mic-chan is the youngest character, a baby, and loves bugs. He was one of the "capsule monsters" from the second ultra series, Ultra Seven. Sometimes the titular ultra wouldn't be able to fight himself so he would summon up to three very loyal monsters from little capsules to do the fighting instead (or at least buy some time, they weren't very strong). One was a triceratops, another was a robot bird, but the most iconic had to be Miclas because really, what even is he? Some kind of bull toad hybrid? (By the way, fun fact, the capsule monsters were one of the inspirations for Pokemon).

King Joe (yes, that's his name) or Joe-chan is a robot controlled by alien invaders and is to Ultra Seven what Gomora is to the original Ultraman: he's the subject of a two-parter and was able to beat the hero to a pulp at first, made harder to fight by his ability to divide into three flying parts. Fortunately this Joe is very shy and very friendly.

Eleking or Ele-chan from Ultra Seven is another of the "mascot" ultra kaiju. If two ultra kaiju have to appear in anything, chances are they will be Gomora and Eleking. In fact, in Ultraman Rising you can see Eleking in a monitor right next to Gomora (around an hour and eight minutes in). It's a dinosaur-like eel monster with (of course) electric powers, and the enforcer of an all-female bug-like alien species set to conquer the earth, that are nonetheless very affectionate towards their pet-weapon dino-eel. The fact that Eleking's masters are always women may explain why the Kaiju Step one is a very femenine and elegant girl despite having King in the name, though no less dangerously electric.

Alien Guts or Guts-chan here is a very little alien bird child who can multiply into three separate individuals to cause all the destruction in their sincere attempts to help out. The original duo from Ultra Seven meanwhile are ruthless alien invaders that are infamous for freaking crucifying the aforementioned hero, leading to decades of japanese media having christian imagery for the sake of looking cool, most notably Neon Genesis Evangelion, because these birds did it first and it looked so cool.

Alien Kemur or Kemu-chan is a very agile alien that comes from the distant future of 2020 to consume humans and extend his lifespan. Here he's a friendly but competitive ninja from the present, and has a rivalry with Red King being the speed to his strenght. Like Kanegon, he pre-dates Ultraman, being from Ultra Q.

Motokureron or Kureron-chan originates from the whimsical, fairy-tale like Ultraman Taro. A kid found him as a baby and fed him until he grew to giant size, but when the kid couldn't feed him anymore he turned destructive; fortunately he was easy to pacify with food, including the kind that made him shrink. He retains his glutonny and clumsiness in Kaiju Step, often doing the bad thing (tm) so the others can teach the kids in the audience why you shouldn't do the bad thing (tm).

Nova or No-chan originates from Ultraman Leo. This creepy and bizarre ghost-like alien created a red mist that made people go crazy, and manipulated a kid with illusions of his deceased family, and under his cloth there are lots of tentacles and a scythe. So of course, in Kaiju Step she's a happy and energic little girl that loves to sing.

Mugera or Muge-chan is by far the most obscure kaiju of the cast. She's from the 2001 series Ultraman Cosmos, the one where the titular hero protects monsters instead of fighting them. Mugera is an ET-like cryptid that lives in an amusement park that only kids can see, with the ability to fix toys and heal wounds with her magic. After the amusement park closes down she phones home and the protagonists have to protect her from the goverment wich is a little too eager to shoot down the UFO that came to pick her up. In Kaiju Step she likes reading and plants.

And that was your daily dose of kaiju sugar, that may be overdose because you probably already met Emi. Cheers!

[oldshrewsburyian]

Well, I survived the BBC adaptation of North and South, though I couldn’t claim to have returned from it unchanged—unhinged is more like it. The whole cast is fantastic, but I especially loved Brendan Coyle and Anna Maxwell Martin as Nicholas and Bessy. And then bloody Richard Armitage with his eyes and his voice and his whole—situation. I’m from the north of England and also I imprinted on Robbie Lewis at an impressionable age, so gruff northern is a real problem—what I’m saying is that becoming obsessed with Armitage’s John Thornton was an inevitability, impossible to resist even if I'd tried. Which I didn't. Also, I know the adaptation took some liberties with the text, but I’m not against those liberties, not at all. For example, I may have watched the railway station encounter twenty times or so in the last couple of days. Ahem.

I agree that Brendan Coyle and Anna Maxwell Martin are absolutely wonderful. Impracticable, really, to get all the theological nuances of the novel on screen (alas) but I love what they bring to the roles of Higgins and Bessie. I found Daniela Denby-Ashe so winsome as Margaret that I've been surprised ever since not to see her in more things. I'll not enumerate all the excellent actors, but yes.

...Also, look, the man's whole situation is a lot, I salute you for not even trying to resist it, and let her who has not rewatched the railway station encounter A Number Of Times cast the first stone.

[honeybeepoliinator]

Many are misunderstanding things in Bridgerton season 3 in part2 & aren't paying attention to Polin as characters & their Journey as a couple...

Book Colin wasn't best friends with book Penelope, She was friends with the entire family, but she was never close to him like how show Penelope is close to show Colin. In the show not only they were best friends since childhood, but she even knew/met him before she became friends with Eloise. Both versions have their own journey and shouldn't be compared

Book Pen in her long time as LW most of what she published is child's play compared to what show Penelope published. Show Penelope is also more deeply hurt, overprotective ( for the Bridgertons) & bit aggressive in her writing than book Pen. Show Pen was reckless and a lot of what she published was serious scandals not only that, but she published about scandals related to the Queen/Royal Family & she directly even challenged the Queen a lot of times

Colin reaction was more than justified in his anger, even more, than book Colin, in the books, most of what Pen wrote about him in LW was that he was charming & yes it did annoy him because he felt that he was reduced to that, but in the show, Pen wrote things related to Colin things that affected him deeply from the Marina scheme to calling out the fake persona he was hiding behind at the beginning of s3. After & because of the Marina issue, many including his own siblings called him naive & he felt that he was treated as a child, He was already struggling with self-worth, how he was ignored by others & what happened traumatized him & made him feel more lost than before. In s3 when he came back from his travels he had built this wall on his real personality & true self because he thought that others including his own family don't care about his interests & stories and he tried to be like other men in the ton, and when Pen in LW called his fake persona out he felt he was losing the walls that he built to protect himself & it added to his insecurities

Show Colin genuinely loves Pen & always values her opinions, so of course he will be more hurt & sad about LW being Pen. He also just figured out the depth of his feelings for her, and because of her love he came to the realization that him being himself was the correct thing & that he doesn't need that fake persona he built to protect himself. He became vulnerable and showed his sensitivity again without feeling ashamed or scared of doing so like before. So by finding out the person he loves deeply, his closest friend, the one he opens up to is someone who not only wrote things that hurt him (unintentionally), but the fact that she has this other persona/double life, hurt him deeply and they were engaged & has only days left before their wedding. It was a lot for him to process in a short time because he knows that he loves her deeply & doesn't want to let her go ever, but at the same time, it is hard to try processing that in a short period

People showed grace to Eloise & her feeling of being hurt by what Pen wrote and her hiding LW secret from her, but the same people are refusing to show the same grace to Colin despite like I said Colin in the show really didn't have much time to process things like at all. It took Eloise a year to come to terms with Pen being LW & forgiving her and people are upset that Colin was even mad for two weeks, it's really ridiculous how he as a character isn't allowed to feel hurt about something that affects him deeply

It's so weird that Pen was also allowed to feel hurt by his comment about her for a year, refusing to answer his letters, taking all her anger that was due many factors to take that anger on him, to be allowed to use LW to publicly call him out in a moment of anger & he isn't allowed to feel little angry over the LW reveal

I do know that some were upset by the entrapped line that he said to Pen saying it was harsh and yes it was harsh, but again that is man hurting, when he said it, it was the first time he saw her after the reveal, he is someone that has been traumatized by being lied to before during an engagement & while that he knows that she didn't trap or scheme him, what happened brought back those memories and this time it was related to the girl that he really loves, so he was just hurt & his face while angry he also regretted saying that when he saw Pen reaction to the comment. Pen also despite getting affected by the comment, she still understood why he said it & forgave him over it because she knew he didn't mean it & knew the history of his trauma

He let her leave alone in the carriage because it was Pen's family carriage, she was with her own servants & he was also still following her with his own carriage, he just didn't want to ride with her in state of anger plus he knew she was safe

Him not sleeping with her because he was upset & has a lot of inner feelings to work on & process are more than valid and actually the correct thing to do. It was clear he desperately wanted to be close to her & it was clear his love & desire for her, but if he ended up sleeping with her while they didn't resolve their issues, it would've skewered him and in the end, it would've made Pen feeling used ( as someone who been in relationship & slept with my ex while we both didn't resolve our issues, it made things worse not better & it hurt our relationship and hurt our intimacy more till it didn't feel meaningful anymore)

Colin never wanted to bring negative feelings & anger into their marriage bed nor did he want to sully it in that way. For him, that's a place of joy, love & passion only. He wants them both to be clear-minded when they get intimate. It just shows who he is as a person & how kind, mature & respectful person. He loves her & he has also been struggling with feeling not worthy of her and he feels that he made things worse for her and he felt guilty about that too, so even when he really wanted he just couldn't. He wanted all their passionate moments to come from a place of love & not a place of hurt, anger & guilt

At the wedding, he shows that he loves her & will always love her, and is just trying to work on his feelings because he knows that she is his soulmate. He noticed when she was walking down the aisle that she was worried & not used to the attention being on her and he nodded and gave her a reassuring smile to tell her that he still wants that & he wants her. Their vows were real too & at the wedding breakfast he had mostly figured out a lot of his issues, but whenever he tried to go to her he was getting interrupted & after they were lost in each other eyes during their dance, the moment was interrupted by the queen & the queen showing up reminded him of the remaining issues they needed to resolve

Some people coming after him for going to Cressida to call her out & saying he was mansplaining to her and isn't taking into account that she was desperate because she didn't want to marry an old guy, but like how would he even know about that. He went there to try to protect Pen in his own way & he already doesn't like Cressida like he literally saw Pen getting bullied by Cressida all the time over the years. He still said to her that all of them have their own loneliness & that they all deal with it in different way despite everything he did understand she was lonely

Some people are sad about the ton reveal being planned by Pen & helped by her family unlike how in the books it was planned by Colin & helped by his family. She stood up for herself, she defended herself, took ownership of her mistakes, finally used her own voice & healed generational family trauma. All she wanted of him in the show is to let go of his savior complex and to just support & trust her decisions and that's what he did in the end and that was beautiful & perfect

[sauronxgaladriel]

Haladriel Library

Saurondriel/Haladriel Fanfic Recommendations. Some of these stories could fit into multiple categories. If you have any more recommendations feel free to add them!

Marriage

Shadow-Bride by eye_of_a_cat

Bridesprice by FormerlyIR (Irony_Rocks), Irony_Rocks 

Poison & Wine by Coraleeveritas

Galadriel takes longer to discover Sauron's identity

no matter how many skies have fallen by stitchingatthecircuitboard

A man is a god in ruins by eye_of_a_cat

Queen of the Southlands by FormerlyIR

Galadriel Says Yes

The House That Fire Built by Ready_For_The_Laughing_Gas

dig up the bones (but leave the soul alone) by Wyrd_Syster

Gilded by eye_of_a_cat

And white winter, on its knees by eye_of_a_cat

The Trials of Mairon by EllieCarina

Canon Divergence/Reimagining of S1 and onwards

I could be your king by cliffdiving

The Tides of Fate by fireheart321

In Case of Defeat, Break Glass by eastwynds

that i may rise and stand, o'erthrow me by mortaltemples

Five times Halbrand's secret got revealed by eye_of_a_cat

Across That Fine Line by MyrsineMezzo

Instruments of Salvation by Scriberated

a fair form by properhaunt

Autocorrelation by EisforEverything

The Return of the Queen by Nenya Business (Cec_Jo)

A Feast of Starlight by TheLightofArwyn

Supernatural Creature AU

should have known better by Nenya Business (Cec_Jo) (Witch/Demon AU)

Storm Tides & Weaving Threads by elssiie (Siren AU)

just a taste by stardustspell (Vampire AU)

Haladriel meet before TROP

Spark, Ignite, Burn by cliffdiving

our souls were made from the stars by silverwing12 (Deleted)

Necessity's Bargain by Scriberated

Though the Gods and the Years Relent, Shall Be by Helholden

determination is the cure (for longing) by downtheroadandupthehill

where the spirit meets the bones by kangaroopaws

people throw rocks at things that shine by ophidion

Hades Persephone Vibes

Beasts of the Hill and Serpents of the Den by Helholden

a dust like thine by mortaltemples

One-Shots

Unsired by shady-swan-jones (sweetleaf), sweetleaf 

the light of his eyes by eastwynds

now dark, now glittering by mortaltemples

In the Shadow of Your Heart by mzladybird

i cannot heave my heart into my mouth by fallofrain

this love is glowing in the dark by Orcas86

we could just kiss, like real people do by justatinycollector 

a millstone around my neck by mortaltemples

the nameless by bimmyou

Pregnancy/Parenthood

Light and Power by chronicallyexhaustedwriter

shining like a fiery beacon by ophidion

A Blessing of Eru by Scriberated

Smut

A Stressed Tiding by FormerlyIR (Irony_Rocks), Irony_Rocks

this love is glowing in the dark by Orcas86

Buried in Bone by Invisible_Hand

Riptide by makeshiftdraco

Perfection by Nenya Business (Cec_Jo)

like magnets work, only drawn to thee by audreystark

To Follow the Light by Thrill_of_hope

A Moment of Honesty by Draconic_Grace

Dream Within a Dream by Nenya Business (Cec_Jo)

bind yourself to me by Nenya Business (Cec_Jo)

Dream Within a Dream by Nenya Business (Cec_Jo)

Lady of the Seas by eye_of_a_cat

Dark/Dead Dove

all your pain will end here by poeticmemory

Land of Enchantment by EisforEverything

perle by emphemeron

Glanduin Kiss by Anonymous

[babyyhoneyyy]

For Harry& the reader 13, 23, 24? From the prompts lists? Something angsty maybe and then sweet at the end??? I dunno I don’t sent these in often I’m sorryyyy. Only if it’s not a problem and you’re still doing the promots🥹🫶🏼

hi lovey i decided to do 13 and 24 if thats okay!! ily thank you for sending this in 🫶🏻🤭

prompts:

13. "You want me, don't you?"

24. “Don’t say that to me. That’s not fair.”

The first time Y/N and Harry secretly hooked up, he had just began seeing Mia. It was fucked up, they both knew that; going behind his new girlfriend’s back and having sex whenever she was away. But Harry couldn’t help it— after all, Y/N was the ex he was never able to get over.

They dated for 4 years and he really loved her. They were planning to move in together, were saving up for a deposit on a house, even planned the name of their future children. And then… well, things got in the way, and reality sunk its claws into the bliss of their relationship.

Everything changed that night, when years of built up frustration bubbled out of the two, resulting in them breaking up. It was a real relationship which they ended, and the pain of it was everlasting. When you spend so much time with someone and give them your all, plan futures with them and spend every moment with them, some things are bound to go wrong.

And they did, which led them to their parting. A couple of months went by of them both teary and depressed, but slowly yet surely they learned to live with the pain. They had to accept the possibility that something greater was in store for them, and that hopefully, once the storm had passed, things would become clearer and easier.

Harry met Mia 8 months after he broke up with Y/N. He really enjoyed her— she was pretty, sweet, and fun to be around. She had a good heart and a great sense of humour. Mia was everything Harry needed.

But she wasn’t what he wanted. She wasn’t Y/N.

The fact of the matter hit him like a train when he saw Y/N at a mutual friend’s birthday party with Mia hanging off his arm. Y/N greeted both of them warmly and tried to keep her distance from Harry. Seeing him with another girl felt like she was rubbing salt in her wounds, and for most of the night, she was doing good avoiding him.

That was until she went upstairs and Harry sneaked behind her and followed her to an empty bedroom. One thing led to another and suddenly Harry had his dick inside Y/N and she was coming around him.

Once he tasted her again, he was addicted.

He felt so guilty because of it, especially when he came back downstairs and saw a concerned Mia and had to like to her saying he was preoccupied with an upset stomach.

They had sex once… then twice… and then a third time, when Harry texted Y/N to come over while Mia was out with her friends. He was passionate when he fucked her, and it was so emotional every time. It was like all those previous feelings he worked so hard getting rid of would come rushing back to him.

It was nearing 8PM as they both laid there on Harry’s bed, the sheets a mess and pooled around their hips after Y/N had just come undone around Harry’s cock three times.

He had his head on Y/N’s chest and her fingers were tracing the alphabet on his scalp, twisting his curls around her finger.

Guilt was weighing heavy on her mind, especially because she knew Mia, and she knew she was a sweet girl who didn’t deserve what Harry was putting her through. No words were exchanged between the two apart from the occasional sigh or kiss Harry pressed to her chest. It was Y/N who decided to break the silence first.

“We can’t keep doing this, Harry.” Its was merely a whisper as she said it, her fingers tightening in his hair.

“I know.”

“It’s not right, you have a girlfriend now. She’s perfect for you—“

“Yes, but she’s not you, Y/N,” he lifted his head to look into her eyes. She had a furrow between her brows, “you’re the one who decided to let me go. I was ready to work things out with you.”

“Things were never going to work out at that time I… I wanted us to have a break, not to break up.”

Y/N felt defeated as she sighed, “maybe I should go, Harry.”

She lifted her shoulders off the bed to leave, but Harry was quick to lean up on one elbow and hover over her, trapping her so she couldn’t go, “please don’t. I need you, Y/N. I—I want you,” Harry pleaded with her. He saw as a pained expression made its way to her pretty face, “you want me, don’t you?”

Y/N laughed humourlessly. “Of course I want you, but things are different now, Harry.”

Harry raised a hand to push back her hair and rub his fingers against her scalp in a soothing motion. His eyes captivated her, and she always felt weakened if she looked at them too long. “They don’t have to be. I’ll— I’ll change things for you. I’ll stop seeing Mia, I’ll leave her if you say the wor—“

“Don’t say that to me. That’s not fair,” she sniffled. A lone tear fell down her cheek and painted the pillow, “don’t say things you don’t mean, Harry.”

“Why do you think I don’t mean them? I’m telling you the truth, I’ll leave this all behind if you want to give me another chance. If you want to give us another chance.”

Y/N was hesitant as she stared at his desperate face. Harry was a man of his word, so it wasn’t about her not trusting him to leave Mia which made her sceptical. What disturbed her was the way the poor girl would be hurt if she learned of what Harry had been doing behind her back for the past couple of weeks.

“You really mean that?”

“One hundred percent.”

“And… and what about Mia?”

“I’ll tell her the truth. It will be hard but I can’t keep lying to her. I’ll feel like an ass but at least I’ll have you.”

He leaned down to kiss her softly, “if you’ll have me,” he murmured between presses of his lips hers, “please?”

When he pulled back, he made sure to keep a hand on her cheek and keep his nose touching hers, “of course I’ll have you. Just… promise me you’ll try this time? We won’t give up so easy?”

Harry kissed her again. “I promise.”

Divider by @firefly-graphics

YAY I HOPE U LIKE THIS!! I am all angsted out WHEW!! sorry if u sent in a prompt and i couldn’t do it, i really can’t write another super emotional scene again 😭 LET ME KNOW IF THIS IS ANY GOOD AND WITH THIS I SHALL CLOSE THE PROMPT REQUESTS! thank you to anyone who sent in any, i love you SOO MUCH! kiss kiss kiss 🫶🏻

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Up All Night 7

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, narcissim, probably name calling and nasty words, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (older!reader)

Note: I wasn’t serious about this but now I were. Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You drive Drysdale to his overpriced house so he can at least dress like a professional. You wait in the car as he takes his time. You have no illusions. About him or anything else. He’s in no rush but you won’t let him get to you. 

Your phone rings and you answer. It's Laing. At least you can get some work done while Drysdale only wastes his own time. 

“Good morning,” Laing greets. 

“Morning,” you say as you rest your elbow on the armrest, “how are you?” 

“Great, and you?” He asks, a nicety. You know he hardly cares. 

“Good, so you’ve thought about our conversation?” 

“It’s all I could think of,” he says, “I’ll sign the deal but I have a condition.” 

“Certainly, we will find a way to meet it.” 

“You. I only want to deal directly with you. I don’t want to sit in a room with that frat boy dripping in nepotism.” 

You almost laugh. He is a writer, he has a way with words. You only smile as the front door swings inward and Drysdale emerges. 

“I’ll put it across the table. I think we know the answer already but I’ll be sure to confirm it once I speak with my boss,” you say. 

“Mm, hard to imagine him telling you no,” he scoffs, “anyhow, you must have your hands full as it were. I’m still in town. I’d prefer a face-to-face… there’s a lovely restaurant in the hotel.” 

You're not naive about his offer, or that lilt in his voice. “Business, Mr. Laing.” 

“Of course,” he agrees, “we will try to keep it professional.” 

His suggestion tickles the back of your neck, “I’ll let you know when I have the answer.” 

“I’ll send you the details for tonight,” he says presumptively, “until then.” 

You hang up and drop your phone in the slot between the cupholders. Drysdale opens the passenger door and swings into the seat. You reverse before he can clip the seat belt into place. 

“Couldn’t find my socks,” he snickers. He’s trying to taunt you. 

“Oh?” You utter dully. 

“Took a bit but I found ‘em.” 

“Good,” you praise him as if he’s a child showing you a drawing of a crooked house. “And did you put them on the right feet?” 

“Hey,” he snips, “I’m still your boss.” 

“I recall,” you reply curtly. “Speaking of,” you reverse and tweak the wheel so he hits the door, a reminder for him to buckle up, “Laing called. We have a deal.” 

“Yes, I knew I talked him into it,” Drysdale clips the belt into place. 

“Certainly,” you agree dryly, “I’ll meet with him to finalise the papers and we should be good.” 

“You’ll meet with him?” He asks. 

“I mean, unless you’d like to stay late tonight and do it yourself. He has some other obligations while he’s in town so he wouldn’t be available during the day,” you say coolly, “I know you are particularly fond of your evenings.” 

“Whatever. I musta downed a roofie,” he sneers. 

“Mhm,” you hum. 

“Do you have to do that tone?” He huffs. 

“I didn’t do a tone,” you shrug. 

“You did,” he insists, “let’s hit the Starbucks, I need something strong.” 

A strong slap to the head, maybe. You keep that one to yourself. You want to tell him no, like a spoiled brat deserves, but you want this deal to go through so you should appease him. 

“Fine,” you turn your blinker on, “do you want whip cream on top and a cherry?” 

“You’re doing the tone again,” he slouches in the seat as he thumbs his phone. 

You let him sink into the screen. It’s easier that way. Let him play with his toys and have his treats while you get the real business done. 

🧣

You confirm your meeting with Laing in a text. He swiftly sends back the details for his hotel and the restaurant where you’ll meet. You smile to yourself. The credit will be in Drysdale’s name but you can’t help but feel particularly proud of this one. 

“What’s so funny?” Your boss interrupts your internal celebration as if he can hear the very thought of him. 

You sit up and wipe all emotion from your face, “nothing.” 

“You look giddy. Like a girl. It’s strange,” he looks you up and down. 

“Aren’t you happy about the Laing contract?” You challenge, “you know the firm needs this.” 

“Yeah, I know, because I’m the boss,” he says firmly, leaning against the side of your desk. “I had a question for you.” He smirks as he plants his hand flat beside your mouse, “do you always wear those silky little nighties or was that just for me?” 

You blink at him, “don’t flatter yourself.” 

“Ah, come on, workaholic like you, how long’s it been?” 

You restrain a sniping retort. You’ve not known many lightweight like him to do much in bed, if they can even get that far. The thought of him in that context tickles your lip with the urge to curl. He doesn’t seem like the type to know where the clit even is. 

You look away and sigh, “I do just fine, Mr. Drysdale, but I’d be happy to answer that with HR present.” 

“God, you’re such a fucking tight ass,” he sneers, “probably dry as bone with all that salt.” 

You tilt your head and arch your brows. He was singing a much different tune last night, not that you enjoyed his melody. But he can’t fool you. You’ve dealt with men like him before. Their egos can’t handle the slightest hint of rejection. 

“Mr. Drysdale, your two o’clock...” you hum as you check the screen, “I’m not quite sure what it is. The block is blank but I just got a call from legal, they requested your attendance in a meeting--” 

“Can’t,” he dismisses you breezily, “I got better things to do than listen to lawyers. They should be able to do their jobs without me.” 

“I’m sure they can but it’s part of running a publishing house--” 

“Don’t tell me what my job is, secretary,” he retorts, “fucking god. Don’t think because of last night, that you got any authority over me. Let’s get this straight,” he walks up to you, one arm crossed, his other hand pointing at you, “I’m your boss. I always will be your boss, just like you’ll always be a dried up old lady.” He scoffs down at you, “That ass is gonna fall one day.” 

You blink indifferently and spin back to your desk, “right then,” you refuse to let him rile you, “I’ll reply to legal.” 

[cheri-2047]

I have a request for, Zhongli Neuvillette and Ayato so they are forced to marry a reader, who looks a mess like their appearance and they aren't really into them. I hope I explained it properly it's hard for me at times and I got the idea when I saw some mobile game ad.

i think I know this ad LMAO, sure !! I’ll make it headcanons though cause those have been easier for me to write lately. thank you for the request!

Arranged Marriage (Zhongli , Neuvillette, Ayato)

SCENARIO: Your parents somehow got to get you an arranged marriage with these men. You grew up in a rich family, but due to a bad decision, your father’s company ended up going bankrupt. Suddenly, your mom just told you to get into the car and drove off, not knowing where you were going.

MENTIONS OF: Furina, Thoma, Ayaka

NEUVILLETTE:

When you enter the court (please tell me where he works guys in the comments, I forgot what it’s called), that’s when you realized.

“shit.”

This is the first time you’ve actually SEEN him. You felt embarrassed because your mother didn’t even let you change out of a decent pair of clothing or even fix your hair.

you quickly tried to change your appearance as much as you could. But when the Melisune opened the door, that’s when you panicked.

Neuvillette was…shocked. He was shocked to see you in a state but he didn’t show it. “Ah..I suppose you’re y/n?”

“yes… I apologize for my appearance, My mother pulled me out of my room and just forced me to leave without a word haha…” you were nervous as hell.

”I see. Nice to meet you.” He stands up and walks over to you, shaking your hand.

”I’d like to go over the terms of our marriage, nothing official just what we both are comfortable with.” Even with your messy appearance, he still treated you with grace and kindness

he asked the melusine to give you some tea, and now you Two were left alone.

”Well…I understand if you don’t want to do this at all, so during our relationship, I will not require you to be affectionate towards me.”

He sat in a chair nearby and he held your hand. “If there’s anything I am doing, or will do that makes you uncomfortable, please do not hesitate to tell me.”

“If you need anything, just say the word and I’ll have to for you.”

“if you would have…other affairs, since were not actually in love…I’m okay with it. Just be careful to not show it in public.” He understands that this is a forced marriage for you, so he tries to still let you have a normal life.

“ah no it’s okay, I’m not interested in anyone at the moment, but I…I would like to try to get this- us to work.” You smiled, and Neuvillette was touched by that.

During your marriage, you lived with him. He wasn’t extremely close to you but you could tell he was trying. On the first night you two slept beside each other but on the next one if you were uncomfy, he arranged another room for you in his mansion.

He lets you do anything really, if you want to work go ahead but if you just want to stay home that’s okay too.

Overall, he grew to like you. And the marriage was like a real thing.

Since he wouldn’t be home often, he apologizes by sending you gifts. When he notices you’re lonely, furina actually lets him have a day off.

as for affection, at most he would kiss you on the forehead or cuddle you close. He won’t force you to kiss him on the lips (since he doesn’t want to intrude on anything) so you’d have to initiate those <3

AYATO:

When you saw your car drop in front of the kamisato, that’s when you realized.

You tried to fix your appearance, tying your hair up with a desperate attempt to look more elegant.

thoma welcomed you, not gonna lie he noticed how you shuffled your clothes a lot and before taking you to ayato, he let you in a separate room.

”I don’t mean to be rude, but I noticed the way you shuffled with your clothes” he chuckled, handing you an old dress that ayaka owned, (since it didn’t fit her)

he let you changed and once you did, he brought you to ayato.

Ayato welcomed you and thoma left the room. He motioned for you to sit in front of him.

”nice to meet you” he smiled and bowed (iirc in japan they bow as a sign of respect/greeting? Please correct me if I’m wrong!)

you did the same. It was awkward for awhile until he spoke.

”I am sure you’re aware of what’s about to happen correct?” You nod. “I want to try to make this work” he said, looking straight at you.

”if… if we don’t work out that’s alright, but I’d like to know you more.” He smiled as you nodded.

”me too, I’m glad we’re on the same page” you smiled.

you two talked about your own interests, but now you had a problem.

its not that he hated you or judged you, but there are times it’s dead silent. for now he passes it off since you both are new to each other.

”well, I will have thoma show you your room and ah- no more need for formalities it’s okay”

After the marriage you move in together and though it’s still awkward, you two actually end up becoming close.

At some point, during the night when he’s working late, he actually started seeking comfort from you.

sometimes he would visit your room, if you were asleep he would sit beside you on the bed and tuck you in nicely after

or if you’re awake, you (aside from ayaka sometimes) are one of the only few who actually gets him to go to bed.

you sleep in separate rooms but one day he offers for you to sleep with him.

overall, this marriage was a success. Sometimes he’s busy but you take note of it and if he notices you’re lonely, he would invite you over to his room while he works/signs papers and he talks to you.

as for affection, he appreciates if you give him hugs but there are times (mostly when you’re away for a long period of time) when he tilts your chin up and goes “may I?” Before pressing a kiss to your lips

Sorry if I mischaracterized this, I haven’t done the inazuma quest and idk much about him !

ZHONGLI:

to your surprise, when you almost stopped in a mansion, you saw him standing outside waiting for you.

and that’s when you started to realize.

the moment you got out of the car, you fixed your dress. He was quite welcoming actually.

he welcomed you to his home and set you on the couch. He actually didn’t mind much your appearance.

he sat in front of you and smiled. “Nice to meet you” he handed you a cup of tea before you two got started.

he saw you uncomfortable shuffling around your clothes. “Are you alright? Is something wrong?”

”no no! Just fixing myself a bit, sorry” he wondered why you seemed so tense about your appearance.

”I do not care about such matters if that’s what you’re thinking” he reassured you.

”now..as for this marriage, I do not want you to feel forced. I will allow anything you’d like, if you’d have other affairs, I am okay with that.” He really just wants you to be comfy is all, especially since this was forced.

”however… I would like to get to know you more” and just like that a few months after the marriage, you two actually clicked.

often at night he’d sleep beside you, in the mornings he makes you both tea.

He’d be very respectful with boundaries and he appreciates when you respect his as well.

for dates he loves bringing you to gardens for a picnic or relaxing lakes, somewhere with nature. he hugs you a lot and kisses on your forehead. If you want a kiss on his lips, he will gladly say yes anytime of the day

A/N: OKAY. I loved writing this, I enjoyed Neuvillette and Ayato’s part, I kinda lost ideas for zhongli but THERE WAS AN ATTEMPT. Anyways thank you for requesting, I only have… 2-3 requests left until I can open them again ! I love how thoma would also be a gentleman to you idk I think he’s pretty cool this wasn’t proofread and comments are appreciated !! (Drop by for a tip, or if I mischaracyerized them or just say hi!)

[saintsenara]

sirius black/nymphadora tonks

thank you very much for the asks, anons!

so - first things first - harry "unexamined bisexuality" potter being convinced there could be no other explanation for tonks' melancholy during half-blood prince than her being in love with sirius [despite the fact that she's a frontline soldier in the war that horrifying news is being reported about every single day; despite the fact that her aunt is one of the most prominent death eaters and she and her family are, therefore, in enormous danger] is one of the single funniest things he ever does.

[harry low-key thinking tonks is annoying, and that sirius could do better, is another.]

but - outside of harry's sordid little fantasies - i'm actually going with... potential winner, if some very careful wrangling with the characters is done.

it's quite striking in order of the phoenix that sirius and tonks barely interact with each other - tonks spends a lot of time with lupin [unsurprisingly] and kingsley, as well as with ginny and hermione, both of whom clearly adore her, but she and sirius never actually speak to one another outside of an operational [an order meeting, an order mission] context.

[which is why harry should have listened to ron, who is the only person to point out in half-blood prince that it makes no sense for harry and hermione to think that tonks' grief - as enormous as it is - might relate to sirius, who she barely knew.]

but there's a plausible explanation for the distance between sirius and tonks in canon which i think could get very interesting in the right hands...

which is that the tonks of order of the phoenix is... kind of unserious about the war. she's introduced as a bolshy, vibrant, loud, chatty, cocky young woman - holding her own and standing out among a group of people who are all much older and more battle-worn than she is. she takes up space and she shows off [her taking requests to transform at the dinner table! iconic!]. and - while she clearly recognises that the order's mission is dangerous and important - she also clearly thinks that being in a secret resistance society is... cool.

this is not - in any way - how the post-azkaban sirius - a man whose attitude towards being in the resistance is that the main thing worth doing for your cause is dying for it - understands things.

but it clearly is how the sirius of the first war thought.

the inherent tragedy of james and sirius' young adulthood is that they both clearly believed themselves invincible. there is a carelessness woven through their [very real] commitment to the anti-voldemort cause - in how james and lily behave when they're in hiding; in the secret keeper swap; in how, as sirius says, "the risk would've been what made it fun for james" - which directly contributes to james' death and sirius' earth-shattering grief.

i think there's something incredibly compelling which could be done with an exploration of this dynamic - sirius thinking that tonks doesn't take being in the order seriously as a manifestation of his own immeasurable guilt; tonks thinking that sirius' nihilism is just as dangerous as arrogance, thinking that, when the odds are against you as it is, you need to be cocky enough to believe that you can wiggle your way out of anything - particularly in the way it might start to chip through the layers of sorrow which surround sirius during order of the phoenix and help him begin - tentatively - towards forgiving himself for his role in james' death, finding his grief an easier burden to carry, and accepting that - while, yes, there are things worth dying for - there are things worth living for as well.

harry would be shaking though, i fear.

[chobani-flip]

🤷‍♀️ wtf is wrong with people

i genuinely do not get what people get so up in arms about regarding love interests for buck, his sexuality and how permanent buck and tommy are or should be

there are so many ways to be queer and all of them are valid (yes, even if you're an asshole to others while living your own brand of queer, you're still queer, you're just also an asshole) <- this should not be new information but it sure seems like it might be for some people the way they behave

whether buck and tommy are monogamous or poly (tho i wouldn't really expect a canon poly relationship on a show that is so very uncomfortable even with casual sex), casual or exclusive, here for a long haul or break up in s8ep01, kinky or vanilla, doing DP or never touching each others' arseholes at all. what the FUCK does it matter?

there are so many ways to be queer, stop putting moral values on each and every one of them like you're trying to win some kind of One True Queer to rule them all contest with representation in media.

i'll be honest: it makes you look immature and pathetic.

and like, if you find yourself getting violently angry because a relationship is depicted on-screen that you dislike, or in a way you dislike? if you find yourself sending incensed asks/tweets/comments about this? maybe reconsider. maybe see if you want to be hugh laurie in this sketch. (cause that's what so many of you sound like) and please know that you can always change your mind and decide to stop being an asshole.

also: fanfiction is a thing that exists. if you don't fancy whatever is happening in canon, you can simply ignore it and write/imagine your own spin on it in fic. ... like, most of us are united in our loathing for the buckley parents and the belief that they have not done near enough reparations to be allowed unfettered access to their children's lives while the show seems to believe the opposite. all of us are free to act accordingly and we do.

but also be aware that if in the process of your headcanoning, you're vile about the very real identities and practices of real people, there will be consequences for that. like there are for any and all free speech. and you can always have a second think, say "im sorry that was a kneejerk reaction i did not think that through" and change your behavior after.

[butt0nzz66]

So I’ve seen a few posts and felt the need to respond because what. The. Fuck. Why is it to defend Colin you need to tear down Penelope?

There is obvs a lot of discourse going around about the ‘entrapment’ comment and honestly I don’t have an issue with it. He is hurt and lashing out. Someone else posted that when you are best friends you know exactly how to hit eachother where it hurts and that’s what they both did Penelope with her Colin LW takedown and him with this comment. That doesn’t mean they don’t love one another if anything the opposite.

However some people in their defence of Colin have been acting like their first time together was a planned entrapment to get pregnant by Penelope because she knew if she didn’t he would have left her?! I’m sorry what?! Did we watch the same show? Like Penelope isn’t an evil mastermind she is a 19 year old girl who had to develop an alter ego to feel seen by those closest to her and who just found out the love of her life feels the same after saying ew no thanks the season before. Then fulfills her wildest hero fantasy’s saving her from portia and shows her “pleasure she never thought possible”. Not to mention the overwhelming fear she feels of loosing the only person she has left she feels close too. So was she wrong not to tell him right away. Yes obviously. But 1. The writers obvs weren’t going to do that for the sake of drama. 2. She didn’t plan to get banged and knocked up on a couch she didn’t even know how it bloody worked and was swept away with her overwhelming feelings same as him. Seeing as they BOTH KNOW you should not be banging before ya wedding in 1815.

She try’s to give up her true passion in life of writing to spare him the hurt(misguided but his own sister told her to do the same!) then is constantly apologising from the minute he finds out, doesn’t ever downplay his feelings and when she sees the impact her secret has on her new family she puts her head on the chopping block of the queen AND THEN OFFERS HIM AN OUT WITH THE ANULLMENT and the risk of being ruined and pregnant alone(not convinced she knew before the butterfly ball) What more do you want?

In the same way Colin takes time understands his feelings and learns to accept every side of pen and support her not save her. And makes a beautiful and honest confession of love admitting his envy and understanding Pens love for him is as unconditional for him as his is for her.

Which is whyyyy it was so important that the LW secret came out because it knocked both of them off each others pedestals and to see the not perfect lovey dovey side of eachother so that they can build back up to form a very real kind of relationship.

The idea that one of them is the villain is ridiculous and something I see so much online. It’s a hero/villian blame game. Instead of 2 young people who love eachother more than anything else but make mistakes along the way. Ultimately they know their love is worth fighting for. And that’s all that matters.

I’ve 100% come around on part 2 now and can understand it a lot better. I would still love those extra scenes of reconciliation which I feel would have balanced the angst better however we can live in hope series 4 will have that in spades. Same as the adorable kathony scenes(would have loved more of these tbh but Johnny schedule is packed, love this man being booked and busssy)!