i desperately want to write a jon bernthal x tessa thompson ship. i have a preference to play tessa but i will write either. on discord only with people that are consistent please 🫶🏽 like this or message me!
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hello! thinking about picking up a few extra 1x1’s over discord! i literally love chatting back and forth, sending headcanons, making pinterest boards, finding insp/musings with my partners. looking for someone who can be a little more active and just as enthusiastic about our plot and characters as i am! i write muses of any gender, and will be happy to write against any gender as well!
faces i love: adam driver, oscar isaac, shay mitchell, eiza gonzalez, michael b. jordan, ayo edebiri, medalion rahimi, jessie mei li, janhvi kapoor, camila mendes, arjun rampal, jenna ortega, michael trevino, riz ahmed, literally anyone from twice, jeon somi, hasan piker, natalia castellar, naomi scott, tessa thompson, can yaman, justin baldoni, emeraude toubia, jeffrey dean morgan, robert downey jr., g-eazy, yahya abdul-mateen, summer bishil, olivia lopes, kiara advani, gabrielle union, diane guerrero, lizeth selene, simone ashley, samantha logan, alexa demie, michael evans behling
tropes i love: corruption, age gaps, forbidden love, celebrity plots, long distance, toxic dynamics, power dynamics, secret relationships, slow burn, enemies to lovers
like or message if interested. some specific ideas under the cut!
dylan arkan (hasan piker fc) - let me write my big jealous 6’5 twitch streamer himbo against your twitch streamer or influencer character in a secret relationship slow burn plot
tony stark (rdj) - i would love to write as or against tony stark with another canon MCU character, preferably may parker or helen cho. open to ocs as well
alexa cortez (jenna ortega) - give me any gender against alexa in a horror/witchy small-town inspired plot
zara rao (janhvi kapoor) - my fav muse to write, would love her in more forbidden romance plots as she navigates her strict family and cultural pressures
open to so much more! i don’t bite, please feel free to suggest things!
Emirhan looked down at his uniform, a few dry eyed blinks later and he swore he could still see the speckled blood on the camouflage of his sleeve... only he wasn't in his uniform and there was no camo at all. It happened sometimes, the line between memory and reality blurred by exhaustion. He'd taken a breath and gladly walked into the escapism of his wife's planned adventure to Paris. Ramona was an angel and he couldn't tell her enough how grateful he was that she brought peace to his life. When she sat in his lap and he could wrap her in his arms there was an immediate relief that sank into his bones. "My love, I don't even think I know what day of the week it is, but I do know that there's not a single other place in the entire world I would rather be than here." He turned her in his arm and kissed the side of Ramona's head. "You chose one hell of a view." Emir held up his hands in a square, snapping pretend pictures of her with the Parisian skyline behind her. "What's tomorrow? Am I about to be sleeping on this couch our whole trip?"
Ramona dramatically dropped her jaw when the man said he didn't know what day it was tomorrow, but truly she hadn't expected him to know, so she was only teasing him. "I can't believe you forgot my birthday! How dare you, Emir!" She playfully swatted at his chest before her arms went around his neck, hands clasping together there. "Hmmm - I only know what tomorrow is because of my diary. It was the 22nd that we went on our first date, my love," she shared, one hand pulling back a bit so that she could cup his face, giggling as he pretending to take pictures of her. "And I wrote in my diary that the Eiffle Tower was in a painting behind you during dinner and that one day, I wanted to see it with you in person. So here I am, making good on my promise to myself," she smiled, leaning in to kiss him softly. "Happy unofficial anniversary," she grinned.
mostly the only reason why dj agreed to meet up once again in the first place was because the two had a deeper history than he had with most of his exes. the two were friends before lovers, and although she had broken his heart in one way, another part of him still cared for her deeply and wished her nothing but good wellbeing. he chuckled quietly at her playful words in return, glad that she had caught on. hearing her next question, he eventually burst out into another chuckle, shaking his head. "i've seen a lot of scary shit in my life and you think you scared me off?" he teased her in return before finally responding seriously. "i decided to go see what it was like in la.. y'know, get some big time clients. it's been fun, and the pay has been even nicer..." he admitted with a casual shrug. "what about you, what's been up in yasmin world?" / @turkishdclights
"i guess i thought i had a bit more power than i actually did. typical me - just a bit of a narcissist in all the worst ways," she joked. and that was more typical of yasmin, to try to joke around hard situations. she was surprised to hear he had been in L.A., because while she had worried and thought about him this whole time, she had strictly told any mutual friends to not talk about dj to her. it only made things hurt so much more, especially with her recent engagement. she looked a bit teary though, proud of him. "wow... so you did good. i knew you would though, you've always been like a luck magnet," she offered, clearing her throat. "i think the easier thing to answer is what hasn't been up. i feel my life has kind of flipped upside down, yet it's been stagnant too? i've kind of branched off a bit from the business. i've been doing a lot of my own stuff, my own designs... selling at flea markets, things like that. it's been good, it's been really nice to be away from family and stuff all the time, you know?" she was referring to being part of her families jewelry business, where she had been stuck in since she was a teenager - yasmin had always had a knack for glasswork and ceramics, however, and had constantly talked to dj about wanting to do her own pieces. "other than that i mean... it's been quiet. i haven't even really talked all that much to our friends. i've just been trying to hustle as much as i can." @vvhimsicals
normally, dj wouldn't give into doing something like this with an ex. they were all in his past for a reason, and he didn't want to reopen any doors. but regardless, somehow yasmin had convinced him to end up here. he told himself he wasn't going to fall for anything she said, and continued to remind himself that he was better off without her, even if that wasn't necessarily the case. making his way into their old favorite cafe, once the other waved him down, he nodded his head casually towards her before the two were in closer proximity, making their way towards the table. "yeah, figured i might as well get out of here-- there was nothing left for me." he shrugged, sitting down at the table. "and what have you been up to? breaking some more hearts?" he asked jokingly, hoping she would play along. / @turkishdclights
"yasmin was usually great at compartmentalizing, and while she knew it might be better to sort dj into a box in her mind and never tough it again, she just couldn't do it. they had been best friends first, and she supposed she didn't know how exactly to navigate being someone's ex because she only did have dj. she knew they had left off on a terrible note, but there was a strange part of her that hoped they could be friends again - if only she knew there was no being friends with dj... she could only be in love. "breaking a few hearts here and there, you know how it is," she joked. there had been no relationships after dj, just an engagement to a guy she had no interest in. "where'd you move off to?" she wondered, her head cocked gently to the side. "i really scared you off that bad, huh?"
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There was nothing but absolute selfishness and lust in the way Quile ran her eyes down Isaac's body, mouth falling open as she watched him unabashedly stroke himself in front of her. Keeping her eyes on him as she took her time closing the distance and getting into the shower with him, Qui finally processed that they still wanted each other without the whole friends with benefits label. She'd worried he only liked her for the thrill of it, but it was obvious to her now in so many ways that she'd been wrong. Here hand covered his, as she stood on the tips of her toes to kiss him, taking over the work he'd just been doing. Her tight fist and slow strokes were married with her tongue slowly caressing his. "I swear you do things like this just to see how wet you can make me." Qui kissed him again, but her free hand found his, slipping it between her thighs, "That's what you do to me when you get all possessive, when you touch yourself while you look at me. Just thinking about you drives me crazy, but getting to call you mine? Isaac, I need you." She rocked into his hand, whimpering against his lips as she rolled her thumb over the tip of his swollen cock. "Fuck me, make love to me, claim every inch of me. I'm all yours, only yours."
Perhaps he wished he had more shame, but he really didn't. What was there to be ashamed about - they had done this before after all. He had become comfortable letting Quile see his body, see how easily turned on it could get just at the thought of having her. He let her hand take over as he wrapped an arm around her torso, a hand on the lower part of her back as he brought her closer to him, his lips parting against hers so that his tongue could find hers. He groaned softly, walking her back softly until her back hit the glass wall of the shower. "Maybe... does the sight of me with my cock out make you wet? Is it that easy?" He teased softly, letting his fingers run against her lips to feel how wet she had become, hissing softly against her lips. He let his finger curl slightly as she rocked against his hand, groaning as she spoke to him. He gently wacked her hand away when she begged him to fuck her, grinning and letting his knees bend slightly so that the tip of his cock could be in line with her entrance. He held his cock in his hand, pushing up into her without much care, his lips finding hers against once he filled her. He let one hand hold her gently by the throat, the other kept himself steady as he gripped the wall, thrusting up into her as he kissed her. "You belong to me, Qui? Hmm?" He taunted. "Finally, after all this time?"
"I run more than that every morning. Even at a brisk walk three miles is nothing in my book." Baz was used to walking all day through libraries, museums, destination to destination. He smiled down at her, admiring her bright eyes and brighter smile before he noticed her outfit as she adjusted her skirt. Bastían licked his lips and cleared his throat, knowing he was likely caught gawking at her thighs. "Next time then, though I insist you owe me nothing."
With a smile, Baz politely corrected her pronunciation, "Very close. What do you think of it so far?" He waited for her answer before talking about himself. "Part of the professorship gig is the research. You're expected to be publishing as you work. I actually have two or three jobs depending on how you want to think about it. I'm curator for a library, translating journals from World War II from French into English. Then I'm digitizing those translations so that other employees and historians can utilize them. I'll use my discoveries, if there are any, to publish in my field which is World War II resistance movements. Other French historians or World War II historians would then interpret and build connections on that from there. It's a pretty tight schedule going from the university, grading papers, then doing the research and writing. I don't have a lot of time for reading for my pleasure. I do listen to audiobooks sometimes while I run, though. In those instances I have done nonfiction and autobiographies."
"Do you run every morning? How much? When did that start?" She questioned. She loved to read people like books, often liking to pick at their brains in an effort to understand who they were. She followed his eyes to her thighs, smirking softly to herself - it felt good to be desired.
She scrunched her nose a bit when he corrected her pronunciation, taking the chance to look at his lips a second longer than she needed to so she could repeat after him. "You know, it's not something I would have picked up if I hadn't met you, but I'm finding that I really like it. Have you ever read it?" She wondered, though she knew she had picked up a very random book on the French Revolution, and it was fiction based on history and she didn't know if that was his speed. She whistled under her breath as he spoke about all he did, taking a moment to bite into her dessert, using her thumb to clean up some of the chocolate at the corner of her lips. "You sound like a true academic," she mused - it was a compliment, something she wasn't used to. "Perhaps a foolish question, but what do you do outside of academia... and running... and buying pretty women chocolate croissants," she teased. "Do you ever just... do a beach bonfire? Go to the arcade?" She asked, half joking, half interested in seeing what kind of life if any he had outside his profession.
sorry for being so spotty. i’ve been dealing with the anniversary of my moms passing and just trying to get through the days 💖 ty for being patient with me
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beretta thought nothing of the playful, flirtatious banter between them. it had become their norm, and she knew that this was the case in a lot of relationships between women. as far as she knew, cora was straight, not interested in women, and this was just playful fun. berry was happy to play along for however long the other woman wanted. she leaned on her elbow on the counter and dramatically bat her eyelashes. "eat it up." she teased with a light laugh, nodding her head once more as she stood back up. "and the feeling's mutual. your dad's a good guy and he gives me a lot of good business. plus, he helped make you, so that's gotta be worth something, huh?" she teased, winking gain. at the offer for beretta to stay with her overnight again, the older woman studied cora silently for a moment before nodding her head. "alright, alright. sounds good to me." never mind the possibilities that played out in her mind since last time. she pushed herself up from the counter and followed cora like a hungry puppy, plopping down at the table. "sure do!" truth was, she might fall asleep, but she didn't want to let cora down, and it was worth it so long as they got to spend time together.
cora intrinsically knew that she was growing strong feelings for beretta, but it was hard for her to fully accept those feelings, so they stayed buried in her subconscious for her to try to unpack another time. she leaned in as the woman learned on her elbow, grinning and feeling her cheeks go pink as she batted her eyelashes. "stop, you're so cute," she offered, tucking her hair behind her ears. she shook her head, taking the girl over the the table so that they could eat. "because he helped make me? i think that's as good a reason to celebrate as any other," she teased. cora got their plates in front of them, cocking her head to the side as the woman said she had the energy to keep watching their show. "maybe we can watch it in bed? that way if you fall asleep on me, i don't to drag you into the bedroom. is that okay?" she asked, digging into the dinner she had prepared. "i hope you like it. i kind of made it with you in mind."
her eyes widened slightly and she turned to look at him fully when he told her to be quiet. for a moment she opened her mouth to call him something unsavory, but the way he moved back made it fall away. her arms uncrossed and she moved the few feet of space between them until she was close enough to reach out for him, concern etched into her features. she hesitated only for a second, then decided not to ignore her gut feelings. " tony?? " her hands moved on instinct to hold him, one hand on his face and the other on his chest. the sensation of something that she wasn't used to feeling before, an obstruction, made her pull her hand away a moment, her brow pulling in together before she remembered. where she used lay her hand, looking for the beat of his heart to rest under her palm, there was now metal in the way. " oh tony... " she sighed, pushing his suit jacket aside and placing her hand over his chest beside the arc reactor under his shirt, rubbing softly. her eyes pricked with tears. " i'm sorry... "
he didn't mean to freak out as much as he was, but tony had always been prone to terrible anxiety, even when the two were together. if anything it was worse now, with so much more stress on his shoulders. his threshold for being able to keep himself calm had almost completely diminished, especially with his support system, nia, being out of his life. she had always done a good job comforting him - she didn't even have to do anything special. His hand went on top of hers on his chest, nodding his head. "shit happens..." he responded to her words, chuckling softly, letting his hand slowly move off hers. "this just really all feels like a lot," he whispered, his head dropping, forehead landing on her shoulder. "i should let you go, i've kept you here long enough, the kids probably looking for you."
dj had never experienced such a love like this before, so seeing yasmin in pain like this wasn't easy at all. it was taking everything in him to not just stop her and continue life like it normally was. but he wanted to put himself first this time, and wasn't sure how much longer he could go on being yasmin's secret. it made him feel underappreciated, like it was wrong for him to be with her. he knew that yasmin's situation with her family wasn't simple, but he didn't want this for the rest of his life. hearing her plead for him to just let her go, his head dropped in defeat and he silently agreed. "alright.. drive safe." / @turkishdclights
yasmin had never imagined that she would ever end up without dj, but the days turned to weeks, and somehow it had almost been two years without the man in her life. she was engaged off to someone else now, she had tried her best to forget about dj and lay in her grave after she had dug it. she agreed to meet atif, a man her parents had found for her. he was a bit rough around the edges but she figured he was as good as she was going to get. she was willing to move on and create a life with him until she ran into dj one day and years of repressed memories. it took a lot to convince him to meet her for a coffee at their old favorite shop, but the day had come and she walked up to him when she saw him come in. "hey, stranger. i got us a table in the back," she nodded her head over towards a table right out of view where the coffee shop turned into a bit of a bookstore. "you left town for a bit, huh?"
Taking a tote bag and a box out from the boot, he approached the greenhouse, seeing Amena come outside and he felt his chest flutter a little seeing how nice her hair looked in the wind. "I'm a delivery driver now as well, jack of all trades and all." Tristan grinned as he closed the distance between them, "Yeah, this is for Tom - since it's Snowbell season - he mentioned a big order going out so just the usual medium sized pots." He entered the greenhouse so he could place the large box on one of the tables. "Also," he reached into his well-worn tote bag and pulled out a bubble wrapped pot, "I was trying my hand at something new, thought you might like this." It was a mug with tulips decorated in empty white space he'd painted on so it wouldn't be varnished. It took a few tries but he had gotten it the way he wanted.
"Oh yeah? You really can do it all, can't you?" She smiled, folding her arms in front of her, looking up at him through her lashes - she didn't often feel this way, but she was happy she had worn makeup today, because she felt she looked good. "Come, let me get the door," she strutted away, holding the greenhouse door wide open for him. "Just on the table is fine. Need help with that?" She wondered, but he seemed to get them in just fine. "Also...?" She walked up to him, leaning against one of the tables. "Let's see then..." she mistook the pot as just something he was showing her at first, but when she took off the bubble wrap and saw the tulips, she knew intrinsically that it was a gift. "Oh, it's for me. Tristan, this is so nice," she said, not knowing what to do at first but after carefully setting the pot down, she wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a tight squeeze. "Be honest, did you make it especially for me? Or are we sticking to the story of you just trying out something new?" She teased.
"All you had to do was ask me out. I told you the day I met you that I wanted you." Auggie said, searching her eyes for a moment. "I meant it....but when you turned me down I wasn't going to make a fool of myself and wait around." he shrugged, taking another long drag of the blunt. "I'm glad I got you to change your mind though." he grinned as he chewed at his lower lip. "Choking me on the first date? I knew you were kinky." August teased as his laugh turned into a slight smoker's cough. His hands reached up to gently rest over hers on his neck.
"I know, I know. It just took me a little longer to fall for you, is all. I'm sorry, Auggie. You forgive me, right?" She asked him with a soft but flirty smile, looking down to his lips for a moment before he was taking a drag from the blunt and she leaned in, kissing the corner of his lips as he let the drag out before she took it from him. "You haven't seen any of that just yet, Mr. August. That was just a preview. Are you into it?" She asked, half joking, half serious.
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"Eh I wouldn't call you a spoiled asshole. Brat maybe." Avery joked with a little smile, doing his best to make it obvious he was teasing. Sometimes he had trouble communicating it, but he realized Safia was scarily good at understanding him. He was just thankful there was one person he didn't need to overexplain things to. "Well, maybe I'll have to come over and see if I can strike an alliance with him, huh?" he chuckled, rubbing at the back of his neck.
Avery couldn't help but to look back to the drawing she had gifted him, holding it a little closer to his chest as they headed out. "Hm, well I was really hoping you'd be able to help me get through the menu I've tried twice now." Avery joked, sitting back in his seat with a hum. "The calzones are really good, though they're not super fancy or anything. Or uh...the penne alla vodka. We could always split something." he continued to ramble, looking back down to the paper. He grew up in a town where the closest Italian restaurant was a Little Caesars, so he had been pretty lost his first time too. "You think I have DND girls? Damn, I didn't realize I came off as a slut." he smirked. "Do you have a lotta DND guys?"
She looked to him as he jokingly called her a brat, the woman nudging his shoulder softly. "Jerk," she teased him, making the same effort now to make sure he knew she was only teasing, giving him a wink and a smile - it had taken a few interactions, but she had noticed that sometimes jokes flew over his head, and she had adjusted accordingly, trying to make effort where she could to make sure he knew when she was joking or being serious. "I just have you," she joked at his last question.
~ skip to restaurant ~
"I'm just going to let the penne alla vodka be it for me then. I'm a bit indecisive - I know that if I start going through the menu I'll have a really hard time deciding and then I'll just get grumpy. I have a problem with that," she admitted, leaning in a bit. "It's one of my bad traits. I get grumpy pretty easily, I've always been particular," she felt the need to share. "Do you have something you feel is your worst trait?"
"Hey now, don't be rude. I am light. I am light as a fucking feather." Kali jokingly complained right back, sticking her tongue out at Zara. She tilted her head and eyed the picture. "You want it that dramatic, mama?" she scrunched her nose just a bit before listening and leaning back in. Zara looked good no matter what, so Kali wasn't sure why she was surprised to see how great the wing looked once she was done. "I probably would have. Although who knows you might have been way too confident for me back then." she teased with a laugh. "Alright how about now? Good?" she asked, holding up the mirror again.
"I'm not trying to be rude I'm just saying when someone sits on you for like an hour you eventually start to feel it," she chuckled. "Mmm, yeah. I want it to be the main statement, kind of?" She asked, admiring Kali as she scrunched her nose. "You look cute when you do that," she offered, feeling like it was friendly enough, as she was always trying to find some reason or another to compliment Kali. She looked in the mirror when it was held up for her again, checking both sides. "Perfect, thank you," she grinned. "Do I get to at least do your makeup too?"
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