#closed starter. ❛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴅᴀʏs ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʟᴀx. ❜

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“Come on. Do you really think I’m gonna let you fall off?” A grin spread over Tim’s face as he held a hand out towards the blonde. “Let me take you for a ride. Hogwarts looks great when you’re looking at it from the sky, I promise.”

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@lockpup​ gets a starter from tessa.

❛ 𝑺𝒐, 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, ❜          tessa started, leaning against the fence surrounding the football field as she watched him, a grin beginning to twitch the corners of her lips. “but back home? football players had their own personal rally girls, cheerin’ them on at the games.” maybe it was because she found mystic falls boring, and getting wrapped up in someone like tyler lockwood would make it infinitely more entertaining. “and as the newest member of the cheerleading squad, i figured... i’d put my name into the running to be yours. if you’d like.”

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@seesgood got momma things bc i said so

He was keenly aware of Colin behind him, their fingers laced together with his twins arms wrapped around him, using the older male’s chest as a backrest for the kitchen stool he’d perched himself on almost as soon as he’d told his mother that he wanted to ‘talk’. “Momma,” he hummed, cheeks puffing out a bit as his head canted to the side just a bit, much in the same way Caroline’s had- though he did it for much different reasons than she ever had. “I-” He paused again, nose scrunching up just a touch before he finally blurted his news out, ���‘m gay, Momma.”

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@seesgood // for our third famous verse because we’re christmas trash

He’d heard she was back. The entire town knew about it, really. That she was coming back, taking a break from touring for the holidays, to spend time with the people who’d known her before she was famous. Elena had told him it was probably best if he stayed away- and though he couldn’t quite decide if it was because he was finally starting to move on from the blonde bombshell, or if it was because she just wanted Caroline to herself. It wasn’t like anyone had forgotten the way the two of them had been before everything fell to shit- attached at the hip, one rarely seen without the other.

Agreeing was just second nature to him these days- he had things to do around the house, after all. The holiday season was setting in, and there was always that underlying hope that if he turned the house he’d built into Caroline’s dream home- well, maybe she’d come back to him. So he’d set out to start decorating for the holidays, the back of his truck practically filled to the brim with various Christmas lights that he’d picked up from the store.

The army had treated him well- he’d been good, risen through ranks, and got more than enough money to make his dreams come true. Or rather- make her dreams come true. After a while, though, they’d decided to put him in the recruitment office because of a pinched nerve, making it so it hurt to close his left hand all the way. It was getting better with physical therapy as the months and years dragged on, but he’d already been informed that he’d be staying in the office, higher ups cautious of the idea of re-injuring him.

He’d begun unloading the lights from his truck when he heard a car pull up, his gaze flicking up to land on a blonde head of hair sliding from her car- and his entire body went slack, the only thing holding him up being the bones in his body- or at least, that’s what it felt like. “—Caroline.”

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@elenaloveablekotsala // sc.

“I suggest you back the fuck up. Right now.”

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@seesgood // sc.

This was not how he expected his night to go. But here he was, making sure this blonde girl didn’t get herself killed. He’d taken off his bullet proof vest and fastened it around her before he’d pushed her into a dark corner and told her to stay, disappearing across the street to rummage around in the convenience store that had already been broken into. She was obviously still shaken from what had almost happened, so he figured getting food into her system would be the best option as far as the night went. She just needed to calm down before he actually helped her.

“Here,” he muttered gruffly once he’d returned, handing the blonde a bag of potato chips before he ripped open his own bag of Cheetos, popping a few into his mouth. “Eat. You’ll feel better.”

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@seesgood got our ninth au together

It was risky to talk about what they did during school hours. But Tim had always liked to walk on the dangerous side of things. It’s what had started this entire ordeal in the first place- one night when Tyra had pissed him off at a party, and he was talking to Caroline. It was horrible, he wouldn’t deny that, but it was also one of the most satisfying things he’d ever experienced.

What are you doing after the game Friday?-Tim

He’d flicked the folded up piece of paper onto her desk without much of a second thought, staring at the side of her head when he should have been staring at the board, waiting for her to answer him.

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@seesgood // cont.

ON THE BRIGHT SIDE, at least it wasn’t ‘hey’ or ‘how are you’ or something. Some people get stuck with ‘heys.’ She’d always wondered about those people, how on earth they must differentiate between just an everyday hey and a life changing hey. Or maybe they just get sick of it. Maybe there are some people who feel that rush of excitement at every new hey. But at least, she wasn’t stuck with a simple greeting tattooed just under her collarbone. Bonnie and Elena do end up making a joke about it though, the tiny script, small, straight letters. branding her with a combination of the two things she hates most in the world. Calm down. Blondie. — Already she had to actively stop herself from hating her soul mate. For one terrifying moment, way back when, she thought it was Damon. Because he looked at her, rolled his eyes, scoffed and muttered a quick ‘calm down, blondie.’ And her heart literally stopped for a second.

But it wasn’t Damon. Thank god. Elena has the word ‘Katherine’ scrawled on her wrist, and Damon? That asshole lucked out with, ‘No, I’m Elena.’ Like seriously? Because of course he would get the easy way out. She gets ‘calm down blondie.’ Words that already send her muttering in frustration to herself half the time. She wasn’t entirely sure where she expected it to happen, but it wasn’t here. Not in Dillon fucking Texas, the armpit of armpit towns that her mom dragged her to when she got relocated for work. Not in a dirty parking lot after a lost football game when she was two seconds away from decapitating Lyla ‘I’m such a good girl’ Garrity. And it wasn’t supposed to be him.

Everyone knew Tim Riggins. Tim Riggins was a legend. One of the best ( if not the best ) player on the Panthers, ladies man, got through half his high school career seducing girls to write term papers for him. Everyone knows about Tim Riggins. So when he steps in front of her, places a hand on her shoulder, steadying her before she can reach forward and hit certain brunette cheerleaders across the cheek — she doesn’t exactly expect those words to slip from his mouth. Or the ones that slipped out of hers in response. “Seriously? You?”

She could see the moment it flashed through his eyes, the same mixture of panic and shock that probably went through hers. His hand fell away from her shoulder, his eyes boring down into hers. For that one split second, she wanted to turn away, walk away, but it was magnetic. Her eyes ghosted over him, trying to spot the lettering that would confirm this whole thing for the both of them. Her’s was slightly hidden by the strap of her uniform, but it was there. And she knew he saw it, or enough of it to be confirmation. “This can’t be happening right now.” She murmured, pushing her fingers through her hair as she stepped back, away from him in a desperate attempt to suck in a much needed breath. “Do not call me Blondie, okay?”

Tim Riggins was not expecting this. Out of everyone in his life he’d expected to be staring him in the face the moment he found his soulmate, he wasn’t expecting it to be Caroline Forbes. Relative new girl, pretty princess, Sheriff’s daughter. No, he wasn’t expecting her. He could practically feel the words tattooed on his ribs burning, and his lips parted with knowledge he’d had for just about his entire life. There were things he wouldn’t say out loud. Explanations for every thing he’d ever done.

From the moment he’d learned to read, he knew exactly what the words on his ribs meant. That despite what he did, how hard he tried, not even his soulmate would want him- because no one did. That’s just how Tim’s life worked. So he’d looked for want in other places. When he’d been with Tyra, he’d checked the tattoo every morning, to make sure that she really wasn’t his soulmate, but sometimes he didn’t believe it even then. But at the end of the day, he and Tyra had never been meant for each other, and when she finally found the man who matched the words on her shoulder blade, that was only confirmed.

“I’m sorry to put a damper on whatever plans you had for yourself,” he found himself saying, staring at her with his jaw slightly slack. “But it was going to happen one day or another- so why not today?” The name- Blondie- teased the tip of his tongue, and it took everything he had not to utter it aloud. But then he was taking her arm, tugging her towards the direction of his truck. “Let’s get you home, Blondie.” Mentally, he cursed- he hadn’t meant to let it slip. It’d been an accident- but not a full ten minutes from when he’d met his soulmate, and he was already messing up.

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@seesgood // i think we created four new verses just in the last two weeks oops

Her heart was in her chest, and she didn’t think she’d ever been so nervous in her entire life. This was a conversation she knew that she and Connor had to have- a soft admittance, at the least,- but that didn’t change the fact that she was absolutely terrified. Her voice was soft, only rising enough to make sure he could hear it when he knocked on her front door, inviting him inside because she didn’t think she could stand on her feet long enough to open the door herself.

As soon as he entered the living room, she was pulling a blanket off of the back of her couch and over her lap, eyes wide and probably a little terrified as she looked up at him. Tessa had been debating how to say this for what felt like hours- ever since she’d taken the test- but all of that planning was just... Gone.

And it just came tumbling out.

“I’m pregnant, Connor.”

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@seesgood // cont.

The hand print just above his hip had always perplexed him. As far as FIRST TOUCHES went, it wasn’t exactly conventional. But at the very least, he could take comfort knowing that he wasn’t one of the people that had hand-shake markings. Or that one guy he saw with a palm print on his cheek in what could only be a slap. No, no he had the imprint of a smaller hand, on his waist, the first place that his soulmate would touch him. Skin to skin. For most of his life, he ignored it. Thought about it when the time seemed right, wondered what she’d be like, what kind of girl went for that kind of touch at first meeting — but it didn’t matter. He’d meet her. One day. He’d meet her.

ONE DAY turned out to be not long after he led his team to state. Stefan smacking him on the shoulder with a grin before ducking off to find Elena, Tyler grinning as he looped an arm around Matt’s shoulder. Half the guys were already drunk, the other half were desperate to get there. From across the party, he saw Tyler and Jeremy both track Vicki Donovan with their eyes, rolled his own at his obvious they were being. A glass of beer was clutched loosely in his hand, and he just watched, like he normally did. Occasionally talking with whoever passed him by, crinkling his nose in a grin when someone congratulated him and refilled his cup. Just BASKING in it.

He didn’t hear the sounds of the commotion until it was nearly next to him. Some drunk jock asshole, trailing after this girl. Tessa. He remembered her name just before the guy slurred it out drunkenly. The girl dodged him, fury written in her eyes, hazy from however much she’d drunk. She whirled on the guy, palm flying and he surged forward, hand wrapping around her wrist before she could hit someone. The momentum caused her to slip slightly, stumbling against his, hand accidentally slipping beneath the hem of his shirt, bracing against the one spot on his body that was claimed by someone else.

No, not someone else. Her. Because when he moved his thumb ever so slightly, he saw the mark on her wrist, the mark that was the perfect size of his hand. Connor looked up at her, curiosity shining in his eyes before he smiled, moving his hand away from her wrist to settle his hands on her hips. Tessa Riggins. Tessa Riggins was his soul mate. “Come on,” He murmured, backing her away from the small gathering of people that had come to watch the fight. “Let’s get you home, Riggs.”

There was always a bolt of recognition that ran through Tessa whenever she felt a hand on her wrist. And being a pretty young girl with wide eyes who liked to party, her wrist was grabbed quite a bit. But usually, her instinct led to her making one rude gesture or another, and she had yet to find the man who would be her soulmate. In a way, she was thankful, because the guys who usually grabbed her like that were hopeless drunk assholes who really had no business touching her.

But this was different. The man who touched her this time wasn’t trying to pull her into a dark corner, and he wasn’t trying to cop a feel- and when she stumbled, she saw the flash of recognition in his eyes when her hand met her skin. The brunette’s eyes trailed down, landing on where his hand met her skin, and her eyes went a little wide when she realized that for once, his hand covered the exact markings that had always lingered on her skin.

Her mind was hazy, not entirely able to comprehend the fact that she was staring at her soulmate through her drunken haze. His hands were moving to her hips, and the action had a sort of lopsided grin spreading over her face. “I always thought you were so darn pretty, Connor,” she muttered, slurring softly as she all but leaned on his chest, allowing him to lead her away from the crowd that was beginning to surround them.

“Who’d’a thunk I would have found you at a stupid high school party?” she added, leaning on him as they made their way towards his car. “Because of some guy hittin’ on me?”

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@riddleworn // sc.

He kept the gun trained on the female easily, eyes narrowed as he looked at her. “You step closer, and you get a bullet in you. Capiche?”

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@seesgood // gv sc.

“Go on a date with me?” The words slid from Tim’s lips before he’d even finished sitting down beside Caroline in their Defense Against the Dark Arts class, gaze expectant even though he already knew the answer. She always said no, but he had to ask every time he saw her just in case she said yes. “Also-” The words came after her answer, his hand digging through his school bag before he pulled out his Gryffindor scarf and wrapped it loosely around her neck. “I’d hate to have you catch a cold while you’re cheering me on at the match this weekend, love.”

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@seesgood // cont.

                                                    IT’S A MATCH!                                                 Tim super liked you!

[ message sent: Tim Riggins ] It’s official. [ message sent: Tim Riggins ] The entire universe is pulling us together. [ message sent: Tim Riggins ] Should we start planning the wedding now then or…?

[ message sent: Caroline Forbes ] well [ message sent: Caroline Forbes ] i suppose we should [ message sent: Caroline Forbes ] i’m gonna take a wild guess and say you wanna get married here?

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@silver-argents // sc.

Tim was lounging almost dramatically across one of the couches in the Gryffindor common room, a soft hum escaping his lips as he watched the flames dancing in the fireplace. He knew he should probably be studying, but he just didn’t have the ambition to get up and look for his books- and he was feeling a bit sleepy, admittedly. A long moment passed before he spoke up to a passing sixth year, his face scrunching up briefly. “Where’s the closest blanket in this room?” he questioned, too tired to actually sit up and look for it. “And if you could bring it to be, that’d be great. Or else I could just... You know. Magic it over here.”

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@invisiblechimera // sc.

Tim had never pretended to be smart. He had talents, like almost everyone did, but as far as books went? He was helpless. But there were also hidden aspects to his personality that not a ton of people knew, and this was one of them. The Gryffindor Beater had holed himself up in a secluded corner of the library, an old and dusty spellbook balanced precariously on his knee, since he’d sat himself down on the ground and there wasn’t a table in sight. The book hadn’t been read in ages, that much was obvious, and it was probably in part to the fact that it was written in Latin- and no one spoke Latin anymore. Sure, there were some words most people knew because they were part of the spells they used every day- but actually speaking the language conversationally was pretty much unheard of. 

Except for Tim. Tim spoke it- not that he would ever tell anyone that.

Hearing someone in the shelves nearby, he couldn’t help but speak up, eyes bleary from reading for so long. “You must have some pretty deep interest in magic to be back here,” he spoke up slowly, eyebrows furrowing. “These books haven’t been read in forever.”

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@seesgood got a thing down in Africa

He’d been talking with Caroline when one of the men from the village came, yelling something about poachers on the Savannah. The man was speaking the village’s native language, which he didn’t think Caroline had completely caught on to yet, so he did the only thing he could think of. “Sorry- but we can continue this another time,” he said quickly, before sliding a pair of sunglasses on and running off towards the Jeep that a few of the volunteers were already starting up. Two steps and a jump, and he was standing on the back as the Jeep drove off, staring out and watching the horizon for any sign of the poachers the villager was talking about.

He caught sight of their large van before he saw them, and the yelling from the people in the van must have scared them off- but it was far too late for the large female lion that laid dead in the grass. It was instinct that brought him down from the van, landing heavily on his feet before he was running off, instinctively looking for some what to save the lion- but it was the quiet growls that caught his attention when he got to her.

A movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention, and he saw a small lion cub peaking out from beneath the mother’s paw. It was almost instinctive to bend down and ease the cub away from it’s mother, the timid, small thing suddenly alone in the world, and it didn’t take much thought for Tim to take off the overshirt he wore over his tank top and wrap the small thing up in it, holding it in his arms. The cub squirmed a bit, but it only took a few soft words for it to calm down.

The ride back to the village was quiet, most of the other volunteers mourning the loss of the mother lion- but Tim was more focused on the cub in his arms, barking out a few orders, insistences of the fact he was keeping the little lion no matter what anyone said. When they finally returned, he carried the little thing to his hut, passing Caroline along the way.

“Sorry, I have to- you can come help if you want. We see a lot more orphaned animals than we’d like to, out here- it might help for you to get some experience.” Of course, usually they were placed on animal preserves, fostered, but there was an odd connection that Tim felt to the cub that told him that he really wouldn’t be giving it away, even if it was frowned upon.