#jess x jules

[invisible-pink-toast]

[sonatine]

Top 10 Bend it Like Beckham Subtext Moments

All the women in Jess' life dress super girly and she dresses. Well. You're not going to believe this

Neither Jess or Jules interested in dating guys. It's implied that Jules has an ex, but he's never mentioned again and she does not care about him

Jess gets mad anytime someone calls her friend Tony her bf

All the girls in the park salivating over a guy with his shirt off and Jess is just like 😐

Why did Jess sit SO CLOSE next to Jules on her bed when her mom came in? What was the point of that?

Their cute date into city center to buy cleats

Comparing playing soccer to sneaking around with a boy (hm)

Jess' sister calling Jules "dykey"

"Me? Kissing? A boy??? You're all mad"

Jess asking her sister if her parents would still speak to her if she dated someone white (could apply to joe but also jules)

"How do you know if you love someone?" "You'd do anything for them" there is no WAY this is about Joe

Jules gets mad about Joe and Jess kissing but........ who is she maddest about

Parallels between Jess and her gay friend Tony

Shots of Jess' sister dancing with her husband at her weddings interspersed with shots of Jess playing at the finals with Jules

Jules planning to show up to the wedding """"IN HER BEST TROUSERS""""

"You look gorgeous" STOP

Holding hands at the wedding

I did forget about the kiss after the final match

[pvri-more]

What’s actually insane is making this a promo pic for Bend It Like Beckham & then somehow the movie does not end with Jess & Jules being the romantic couple?? Like .. I’m sorry? The tension in this? This is a wedding ahh photo!

[julieverne]

Jess sits in the sun in the backyard. She's the age her mother was when she remembers that year - that wonderful year. She'd gone to the United States on a scholarship. She'd been so sure of her future, and then it had come crashing down. Her father fell while mowing the lawn, and Tony tried to kill himself rather than come out.

So she'd gone home. She'd had to. All this time she'd felt the pressure of family and expectations as a waste of her existence, but when it was the people she loved she barely gave her soccer a second thought.

Jules, at the airport, sobbing and holding Jess until she'd really had to get through security - she was brown, and it was 2002. She'd needed an extra hour to get cleared the first time, compared to Jules.

"Come back when you can, yeah?" Jules had said, but they'd both kind of known. The odds Jess had faced were insurmountable; these were doubly so.

"When I can," Jess had said. And she'd meant it at the time. And then Jules was holding her again and they were both crying, their faces close and they might have missed when they tried to kiss goodbye, and Jess might have touched her lips the entire flight home, trying to remember the feel of Jules's mouth on hers, even for that short moment.

Jess starts when she realises she's touching her lips again. Tony sits beside her, slings an easy arm around her. They're divorced, and he has come out. And he survived it. They both did. For the sake of the kids. Jess is glad none of them are like her at that age; they're like Tony, all affable and amiable. Jess doesn't hound them like her mother used to hound her, but she understands, now, what happens to women that stand out. Women who let themselves be seen.

People hate women that are good at things. Some people just hate women. She's seen what people say about Jules, a d she hates that they think it's okay to say about one of the world's best soccer players - hell, one of the world's best people

Coming over to London after the war, her parents never spoke of home as a place they'd ever want to go. Jess went there with Tony, and it had been harrowing. To think she'd grown up with so much, and she was spoiled enough to complain about soccer?

Tony's husband brings out a fresh pot of tea. Jess lives with them; they live with her. It's a little awkward, but Jess has gotten better at awkward conversations. She's grown up a lot.

But on a sunny summer's afternoon she can't help but want for more.

A shadow steps between her and the sunlight, and Jess looks up.

The light haloes around the most angelic face Jess has ever seen.

"Hope you don't mind, the kids said I'd find you out back."

Jess is winded; it's Sunday, and she's dressed traditionally. She feels every pound she's gained over the years, with every child. She feels old and slovenly and it doesn't matter because she is being pulled into the arms that have always held her best.

Jules feels exactly the same. She's scrawny and wiry and all muscles and so strong when she holds Jess. Jess sees Tony and Aaron slink away, and Jules gives a low chuckle of delight, her face scrunched up with happiness when she pulls away.

Jules spends the afternoon entertaining Jess's starstruck children, even though they've all met aunty Jules before. She handles a soccer ball like a pro; she should, since she is one. She's played every game, and she's in the news often enough.

Jess has a silly little autograph book, the one she had when she was into Beckham. It's filled with every news article she could find about Jules. She'll never ask her to sign it.

Panting, Jules comes over, resting her hands on her knees. She's sweaty and gorgeous in a way Jess had carefully tried not to notice as a teenager. Jess hands her some water and Jules throws herself down next to Jess with the same youthful exuberance she'd always had.

"Been a while," Jess notes.

"I write. I write a lot."

"You do," Jess concedes, not sure why she'd goad Jules after so long apart. Just to let her know she missed her, she supposes. "I do too."

"It's not as good as the real thing, is it?" Jess looks over and that cheeky grin still breaks her heart each time. It shouldn't be different this time, but it is. Jess excuses herself to make dinner, and ignores the worried look on Jules's face.

---

"It's okay that I'm here, isn't it? I cleared it with Tony."

"It's fine," Jess says, pulling the sheets from the linen cupboard. She is making up the bed in the sewing room for Jules. Twenty years ago they'd have shared, but now that's not something they do.

"I suppose you saw... I mean, you know why I'm not staying with my parents this match, yeah? You know I'm..."

Jess had seen all of the interviews after Jules had come out. She'd seen the moment when Britain's soccer team had come out in a rainbow version of their uniform to rally against the injustices being done against the LGBTQIA+ community. She'd seen Jules filled with passion and fire, and she'd wondered where her own had gone. She was living the small little life of her mother, the life she'd never wanted. Married - no - divorced - a man she'd loved but had never wanted. Children - the children she loved too. But her life was so small and quiet.

"I know," Jess confirms. Jules still looks worried, so she elaborates. "You know I don't mind. I married a gay man. I live with two gay men. The children keep reminding me what pronouns they use, like they don't change them every half hour. You're welcome here, if that's what's bothering you."

Jules sighs, but not with relief. With something constrained, something restrained. Jess opens the sewing room and moves her craft table.

"Did you make this?" Jules asks, her voice light with wonder. Jess turns. It's just a sari. She shrugs. "You're amazing. You have this wonderful life, this wonderful family..."

"And you have a wonderful career." It comes out a little more bitter than Jess wanted it to.

"And no family. Not any more."

"Jules, it's 2023. They'll come around."

"Thanks for putting me up. And thanks for putting up with me." Jules sounds almost forlorn, but Jess can't talk about it. Not here, in the confines of her tiny sanctuary, where she sews and dreams of what could been. The life she'd wanted. Bending it like Beckham, at Jules's side.

Jess sighs and sits on the bed.

"Everyone here loves you for who you all. All of you, not just the parts the tabloids get a hold of. The kids think it's Christmas when you show your face around here. They can't believe a stuffy old maid like me has friends like you. A friend like you."

"You're not stuffy. Or old. I'm older than you," Jules laughs. She's put her carry-on on a chair and she's digging through it. She's stripped off her shirt - sweaty from playing with the kids - and slung a towel around her neck. "Just be a minute."

Jess listens to the shower run - Jules is always quick in the showers, Jess hardly ever got a glimpse of her.

Jules has worn a lot of soccer uniforms over the years, but when Jess thinks of her, she sees Jules in that sports bra, covered in sweat, the first time Jess saw her.

The first time Jess knew what falling in love felt like.

Jess sighs again, shaking her head. Jules comes back in just a singlet and shorts - she's swapped the Tillie's at some point, since these are green and gold. She probably bagsed them from a conquest or something. It hurts more than it should, and Jules notices something amiss. She slumps down beside Jess, rubbing her arm gently, making every hair raise on her skin. Jess wants so badly to curl into her and be held, but she's spent most of her life denying who she was. If she lets it go now, she'll never reassemble her life again.

Her small, tidy, safe life. She looks up as sees the Garbage CD she keeps in the CD player in here; the memory of Jules that keeps her company now and then. The distinctive cover art she'd seen displayed in Jules's room, back when Jules was the coolest girl Jess had ever met.

She sobs then, and Jules's arms close around her like a goalie net, catching her as she falls. She smooths Jess' hair, holds her close like she is delicate. She strokes Jess like she is something precious and fragile.

She's always touches Jess like this, and Jess has always responded with guilty desire.

But there's no guilt left. She held her father's hand as he died. She stared down Tony's family when they came for him, and she stood by her family, putting aside her own wants and needs. She has lived her life the way others wanted her to.

So when she kisses Jules, it's purely selfish. It's purely because she wants to; has always wanted to. Jules starts, but she doesn't pull away. Her lips are warm and soft; they feel like coming home. Jules warms to Jess quickly, her hands still smoothing over her, accepting all the guilt and pain and loss Jess is throwing at her, accepting, receiving and somehow comforting.

Jess had kissed Tony; not for recreation, purely as performance art. Like finds like, and they'd liked each other well enough to keep up the charade when they'd had to. But Jules is not at all like Tony. Even with all her muscles she's still incredibly soft and sweet and fresh and it feels like being fifteen and in love. It feels like boarding a plane half a world away.

Jess pulls away, but Jules lingers, her cheeks flushed, her lips plump.

"I came out too, but the tabloids never covered it," Jess whispers. Jules chuckles again, low and throaty, and she looks at Jess with the same stars in her eyes as she's always had. "I know I said I fancied Beckham, but you know I really fancied Posh, yeah?"

Jules laughs again, and it's like sunlight on a window pane, it's like freshly mown grass on the field and adrenaline before a match, it's like glitter on skin, it's like it hasn't been twenty years since they maybe-almost kissed.

Jess is, at thirty-five, finally doing what she should have at fifteen. She kisses Jules again.

"You've got a match tomorrow. Better get some rest." Reluctantly she pulls away. Jules bites her own lip, watching Jess with hooded eyes.

"They say, when you get famous, that you can never go home again. I always thought you'd taste like cardamon."

Jess laughs at the absurdity of Jules's filterless thought.

"But you taste like vanilla. You taste like..." Jules threads her fingers through Jess'. "You taste like coming home."

[worstqueerbaittournament]

[things-keeping-me-up-at-night]

A MILLION TIMES YES to Jess/Jules and Tom/Mary, I just pretend both of these are canon (and it’s not that hard based on the source material tbh).

Honestly the main thing I dislike about the Downtown Abbey ending and the movies is both of their mediocre (at best) and rushed romances. I don’t like Henry at all and don’t particularly care for Lucy either, and I honestly would have preferred for both of them to remain single to these romances, but as much as I loved him and Sybil and her and Matthew, I found myself rooting for them to get together so hard by the end, they were such a great team and had a amazing chemistry.

I also putting the two of them together would have provided a better opportunity for the show to show Mary grow as a person instead of basically having her be the same as she was in S1 for the sake of drama and forcing her into a relationship she clearly didn’t want.

As for Jess and Jules, yeah, it is so obvious that these two are the real romance of the movie, I will never understand why they decided against it.

What are your top 5 non canon ships?

Hi anon! This is a great question

Buffy/Faith. You know I had to rewrite this list because I hadn't included Buffy/Faith as in my head I treat them as canon. This is probably the ship I go hardest for. They just really hit so many right notes for me.

Rachel/Quinn. Listen. These two had a chokehold on me when I was very very young and watched Glee. We all have a past and some of us genuinely got into Glee. They had so much subtext and chemistry. I still think of them fondly sometimes, even if I try and black out all things Glee from my brain.

Wednesday/Enid. I just really love this dynamic and while they aren't canon (yet), I'm excited to see where their relationship goes even if it stays platonic. They've also really reignited my love for writing as they're just a blast to write for.

Jess/Jules. Bend it Like Beckham. The fact that this was literally meant to be the story still breaks my heart to this day. As a kid I was obsessed with this movie and I just really wish we could all go back in time and remake this the way it was intended to be.

Tom/Mary on Downton Abbey. This one is very out there and I'm probably completely alone in this opinion. But Downton Abbey is a comfort show to me despite how it really peaked in s3 and then had many ups and downs. Tom and Mary had chemistry and would have been a fun way to shake everything up sometime in s5.

[naviavu]

Evergreen

PAIRINGS: yandere!alhaitham x reader

TAGS: mild compared to my other works <3, i guess, >:-), obsession, possessive sex, juicy smut, alhaitham is yandere YANDERE, he just wants reader back home :(, sumeru dream team, abuse of power, childhood friends to lovers, kinda, manipulation

WORDS: 4.4k // crossposted on ao3 // my masterlist

NOTES: hope everyone enjoys this dark twist of alhaitham! it's been so long since i wrote for genshin, and i'm not sure how much the tumblr community has changed. regardless, please don't hesitate to drop by my inbox to comment or request! i genuinely missed writing lol <3

You often think that you’re cursed with your work.

(Y/N) of the Akademiya. Graduated early from Vahumana, traveling all over the seven nations to be a teacher and provide impoverished kids with free education. This is the fourth year of your career, and you’re staying in Fontaine– everything is going great.  

Until one day, a messenger approached you.

“What do you mean the stakeholders are withholding funds indefinitely?” A chalk breaks under your grip, powder falling to your skirt. You glance quickly outside the tent, careful to not let your students hear you. “That doesn’t make any sense– the Yorun investors are literally from Sumeru! They’re wealthy enough to fund fancier Akademiya projects! ”

The messenger– Jesse, a gentle Fontainian girl much younger than you– avoids eye contact and fiddles with her sling bag. “They insisted that the abrupt change in the sages and Lesser Lord Kusanali’s rise to power caused their resources to become… limited.”

“Oh, that’s bullshit!” You shout. Jesse trembles. You sigh and pat her head. “Sorry, kid. I didn’t mean to raise my voice. Get home safe, alright?”

(She only nods and places the letter on your desk. Before leaving, she turns back and says, “I’m really sorry, Ma’am (Y/N). I also wish that you continue your work. You’ve done a great deal educating kids in this neighborhood… including my brother.”

You give her a sad smile.)

There was no choice. The next day, you taught one last lesson to your students (eleven children from the back alleys of Fontaine, all no older than twelve) and bid your final goodbyes. When they ask where you’re going, you tell them that you’re on for another long journey, and you don’t know when you’ll be back. They gather around and embrace you, small hands all over your body. One of the kids (Jules, one brilliant in maths but not so much in literature. You’ll miss his toothy smile the most) tell you that they will pray to Focalors for your safety. You pat Oli’s head one last time, telling him to be good for his sister Jesse. 

A carriage picks you up before sunrise. Your journey to Sumeru was uneventful, and every small bump and thud on the way aggravated you further. You settle for burning holes at the empty seat in front of you.

You enter the city with your head down, walking the familiar steps robotically. You think that you recognize the voices of your old acquaintances and neighbors chattering and laughing, but the haze from your mind (and heart) prevents you from doing the bare minimum of greeting them.

The first step to your wooden porch is a bittersweet homecoming. When you open your front door, the hinges still squeak the same tones before you left. 

Your evergreen shrubs haven't grown an inch, as if someone was maintaining them. (You brush off this strange detail.)

Mindlessly staring inside your unkempt house, you decide that if you want to continue your life’s work, you must continue earning money. 

(You failed to notice that your doorknob was dust-free.)

You sat down on your old desk and wrote a lengthy letter to the higher-ups for the cause of your arrival, the reason for the halt of your travels, and that you’re looking for a job. 

For the rest of the day, you unpack your bags, sweep the floor, and pace restlessly in your living room. It’s been many years since you were in contact with your superiors. The last time you saw them was at your graduation, where everyone expected you to stay in Sumeru and be one of the next candidates for the Sage of Vahumana. 

The grip in your broom tightens when you remember as clear as day your professors’ anger and judgment when you declined their offer. Entitled. Ungrateful.

Will they even accept you back? Will they cast you out?

To your surprise, a reply arrived on your doorstep not even a day later. A clean envelope embroidered with green and silver patterns.

You were offered to fill the vacant position of Scribe. 

You tell yourself that you’ll adjust eventually. 

Seeing the piles of papers and books in front of you, your hand aches a phantom throb. You wonder how your friend Lisa could survive this kind of monotony in Mondstadt. It pays better, sure, and your back and legs won’t hurt as much from traversing landscapes– but it’s still nothing compared to seeing the smile on children’s faces when they finally understand the concepts after a bone-deep, exhausting lesson.

As expected, the stick-thin pen felt too soft on your fingers after a few hours. You were more used to holding chalks or markers. Drafting ordinances and reading through academic policies was never your thing. 

Outside your study, you hear the light footsteps of scholars while noisily prattling about one of their newest inventions. You can’t help but compare the plain white-green palette of your office to the brightness and energetic vibrance of the local districts. 

Putting your hands on your head, you exhale deeply. “Fuck me!” 

“--(Y/N). I hope you’re doing well on your first day.” A voice –not too different from years ago, just deeper– enters the room.

Oh god. “Alhaitham!” The silver-haired man closes the door behind him. You didn’t even hear his footsteps outside your office. “Sorry, my… hand cramped from signing all these papers. You know how it is.” 

He raises his eyebrow. “Still not used to your tasks?” Seeing him out of his Haravatat uniform is a new sight. Even from a distance, his stature is much taller, no doubt towering over you.  

“Well, I can’t really complain,” His lack of greeting and deadpan expression doesn’t bother you. If anything, you’re glad that the Alhaitham you knew four years ago is not too different from Alhaitham now. “It’s better than not having a job. I didn’t expect them to accept me so fast, though. I thought they’d be more hung up with my rejection thing years ago. Old people and their grudges, y’know?”

Alhaitham doesn’t respond, used to your chattering. He meanders to the nearby bookshelf and brushes through. Your lips quirk into a small grin. “Thank the Archons that I have my very cute junior, who’s also the Acting Grand Sage and the previous Scribe, to help me adjust with my new work, huh?”

His fingers stop skimming. He glares over his shoulder. “Power tripping me on your first day? I’m calling human resources.”

Your shoulders shake when you laugh. His own kind of humor never ceases to amuse you. “Sorry. It’ll take some time… but I’ll get used to this. I promise.” 

A familiar and comfortable silence settles in the room. A few papers later, he finally picks the book he’s been looking for and turns to you. “Please do everyone a favor by going to Lambad’s Tavern tonight. Kaveh got into an altercation with another customer, and your presence would help tone down his temper. Tighnari and Cyno are also expecting you. Candace also mentioned that she hasn't gotten back to you since you last wrote to her, and she would love to catch up personally.”

Your lips smile at the mention of your old friends. Stretching your arms, you look out the window. The noise outside from Sumeru City barely hangs in the air with your office located so high up in the building. “News goes around real fast, doesn’t it? I’ve been keeping a low profile since last week and didn’t even tell anyone about my arrival. Not Kaveh. Not Cyno, not Tighnari, not Candace.” Your whisper, eyes downcast.

Alhaitham walks to the other side of your desk and crosses his arms. “The lack of funds for your organization wasn’t your fault, (Y/N). Whether it's because of the shift in power from the sages or not, incidents out of your control inevitably happen.”

You don’t ask why he knows the reason why you’re back here. Alhaitham always knew more than what he let on. “Don’t waste time being disappointed with yourself and focus on what you have now.”

You turn away, flustered from the sincere gaze of his bright virescent eyes. You take a sip of your warm coffee to hide your smile. “Thanks, Haitham. This is why you’re the best Acting Grand Sage.”

He rolls his eyes. The brewing tension disappears. “Make sure that I see you in the tavern no later than 10.”

The door softly closes when he leaves. For the first time in forever, this place starts to feel like home.

The lively, alcohol-drenched atmosphere in Lambad’s Tavern never changed. 

Years ago, you’d go day drinking whenever your assignments were returned for their fifth revision. If your whole class was lucky, most of your group mates and colleagues will be with you, equally drowning in their academic-induced sorrows.

The amber-brown colors of the sheets and the patrons who entered remained the same. Before you even reach the counter, someone already picks you up and spins you around in a hug. “Little one! I’ve heard from some patrons that you were back in town. It’s one of those rumors that I hoped to be true!” 

You giggle and embrace Lambad back, grateful for the older man’s warm welcome. 

“(Y/N)!” You’d recognize the forest ranger’s sweet voice anywhere. Tighnari jogs towards you and pulls you into a hug, tail wagging. You notice that he looks better compared to all those years ago when he was still in the Akademiya. “I’m sorry I couldn’t see you sooner. When Cyno told me there seemed to be an occupant in your house, I didn’t expect it to be you! ” 

Bitterness pangs in your heart. “I didn’t expect to be back either,” You say honestly. “Guess everyone needs a little break somehow.”

“Warn us next time, would you?” Cyno emerges behind his friend. “Be thankful that there was other urgent business to take care of. I was ready to… interrogate whoever was staying inside my friend’s house without their permission.”

“Yeah, yeah, got it, boss,” You shake your head and laugh. Three of you walk to a table near the windows. You’re happy to see everyone. And you’re glad to know that they’re also just as happy to see you. 

After a good hour of catching up, you feel your whole body relax and your jaw tense from laughing too hard at Tighnari’s anecdotes. Your emotions unwind like a fresh flower by the streams. 

“That blockhead doesn’t know what he’s talking about...  Where are they? The tavern is too crowded at this hour!” You turn to your left, looking for him. You wave excitedly when you see a tuft of blonde hair. 

His eyes widened. “(Y/N)?”

“Kaveh.”

“(Y/N)!”

“Kaveh!” The architect ran up and enveloped you in a hug. Since college, yours and Kaveh’s stupidity knew no bounds– it was always laughs and jokes between you. You stay in each other’s arms for a few moments, and the familiarity of his scent brings you relaxation. 

The night goes on as great as it started. 

“I can’t wait until I move out!” Kaveh exclaims. Two people from the other table look in his direction. Your other friends groan, used to his antics. 

You notice redness starting to come up on the blonde’s neck. “You’re being really loud for someone I thought didn’t want people knowing you live with him.” 

Cyno places down a card. Tighnari groans. “Don’t engage him. (Y/N). Or he won’t stop.”

“Yes! Yes,” Kaveh starts. All the other customers are busy with their own shouting and chattering. “Don’t get me wrong, I like the place. Alhaitham is a quiet roommate. I just can’t stand his attitude most of the time! If I wanted a lecture, I would’ve gone to the Akademiya and talked to my old professors.”

The blonde crosses his arms. “What about you, (Y/N)? I’m not going to lie, Alhaitham made a great recommendation of you being the Scribe. That’s the only thing I could commend him for this week, at least.” 

“What?” You weren’t aware of that. Your thumbs fiddle with your skirt. “Uh, yeah. I’ll make sure to thank him later.”

“Oh, sweet (Y/N), you’re to kiiiiiind,” He slurs. “I wish you were my roommate instead.”

Your best friend reaches to twirl your hair. In your drunken stupor, you giggle with a light blush painting your cheeks. 

A bottle clangs on the table. “Another one, please.”

A heavy presence sits beside you. You look, and Alhaitham was already downing a shot, throat bobbing. 

In the background, your friends laugh while Kaveh groans. 

Has Haitham always been this beautiful?

The silver-haired man looks at you. “Enjoying Kaveh’s tales?” 

“It’s always a fun story when you’re involved.” You giggle, flushing under his gaze. “Everything about you is so entertaining, Haitham.”

Your flushed face does something to his chest. He gives you another shot. “That’s why your colleagues used to look at you weird. Whenever Kaveh wasn’t around, you’d hang out with me, even when I clearly wanted to be alone,” He laments. 

“Says the one who used to follow me around like a puppy! We were mismatched weirdos,” You don’t notice the blush creep up on his cheeks. You smile at him earnestly, whispering. “I’m glad you didn’t change– oops!”

The chair creaks and you stumble into his arms. You look up, seeing his face and amber eyes close to yours. Heat emanates from the grip on your waist, and your hands feel hot on his chest. Sparks flew to your core. 

“Get a room! You know what, I’m staying in Cyno’s tonight. He never sleeps anyway,” Kaveh’s shouts break the stupor and you push Alhaitham away. He stumbled, and Cyno was on his side in an instant. “You heard him. Kaveh, it’s time for you to clock out. Tighnari, let’s continue this game next time.” 

The three of them exit the tavern. ‘Make Alhaitham pay the tab! He’s so unfair!’ Kaveh says, and Alhaitham begrudgingly does so when both of you have sobered enough to walk home. 

You don’t know if it’s the leftover alcohol in your system, but the night sky swirls above both of you. “Ah… I never knew… howmuchImissedbeinghere,” 

“Easy there,” He catches you again when you stumble. “Where are we going, Haitham?”

“To your place, of course. You’re exhausted from work. You need to rest.”

“What? But I thought…” Your mind goes blank. Alhaitham looks at you with hope in his eyes, but the light is gone in a split second. 

“You thought what?” When you don’t answer, he stops on his tracks. “You thought what, (Y/N)? Tell me.” 

“Nothing.” He looks away. You face him. “But… I think… my place is too far. Can we go to yours instead?” 

You seal your fate with those words.  

The heat from both of your bodies encapsulated the whole room. 

Alhaitham’s hands slowly grip your curves. Passion and lust melted into two souls that yearned for each other for so long. 

“Haitham…” You breathe out, shivering from his fingers ghosting on your skin. You feel like you’re on fire, and his warmth only served to fan your flames higher. 

“I wanted you for so long… you’re so beautiful…” He gasps, fumbling around your blouse buttons. Despite his rough kisses, he handles you gently– like porcelain glass, a gift getting unwrapped for the first time.  

When you finally undressed, Alhaitham almost couldn’t believe his eyes. 

The one woman he had been obsessed with, laid out before him. His for the taking. 

You shiver at his gaze. You hold out your hand, shaking from the cold. And arousal. “C-Come… Haitham… you can do whatever you want with me…”

And so he does. He climbs to your bed like a predator hunting the prey. You lie in wait as you let him take the lead. Kissing all over your breasts, suckling on your nipples, sending shivers to your core. You try to squeeze your legs for relief, but Haitham stops you by putting his knees in between your legs. 

He clicks his tongue. “You’ll only cum on my mouth, fingers, or cock tonight, baby.” 

You shudder at his words. Down he goes, settling himself between your soft thighs. You flush, your cunt surely eager and wet, aching for his touch. He licks a stripe in your pussy, and you moan. “H-haitham!”

He licks more eagerly, like a man starved. Never in a million years you’d ever thought that you would be this vulnerable and intimate. At the hands of your junior, no less. His face on your thighs and his mouth on your clit, sucking like you were his last meal. 

Your head was in the clouds. Your hands move to his head, tugging roughly. 

He growls. “You wanna play rough? I can play rough.”

You sigh. “Keep–going– Haitham…”

He spits on your cunt. He slurps on your mixed juices. “I-I’m close…” 

He stops and you whine. Your legs are pulled to the end of the couch, and you watch him as he fumbles with his clothes. When he finally emerges stark naked in front of you, you notice his large cock, angrily red at the tip. 

That won’t fit inside you. 

“Wait– Haitham!” He positions himself in front of your legs, rubbing his cock on your entrance. “Yes, baby?” 

“You– You might not fit inside me,” You flush deeper when he laughs. “I’m being serious!”

“We’ll never know if we don’t find out.” He enters you, and you moan. You try to cover your mouth from letting such embarrassing sounds come out, but he pins your arms above you. “I want to hear you.” 

He rocks into you, like two bodies connecting with each other have waited for a long time. 

Alhaitham observes your face, sketches it to his memory. The way your eyes glisten, and your mouth opens in pleasure. The curve of your hips and waist, the slope of your nose, the plush of your lips, and the tears in your eyes. You’ve grown into a fine young woman as he expected, and it was a blessing that you came home so unexpectedly. 

Your pussy is heavenly. All his teenage fantasies culminated to this one night– his childhood crush, sprawled out in his bed and legs open like a slut. He’ll make sure that your skin is marked all over. Let everyone know that you’re his, and no one else’s. 

“Haa… Feels so good…” You were equally drenched in sweat and your tears, pleasure overcoming your senses. You feel him suck your nipples again, sending you more pleasure to your core. 

“You’re so fucking tight– that’s it, baby, suck me in,” He groans, as you feel yourself tumbling over the edge. The coil in your stomach tightens and you moan, and it suddenly snaps– “Ah!” 

Your juices make a mess on his stomach, his thighs, and yours. You heave and gasp your breath, shivering. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, I’m here, you’re safe,” Warm arms envelop you, and you close your eyes.

You sleep soundly in Alhaitham’s arms. 

Time goes on, and your passionate meetings with Alhaitham are repeated. 

You gave yourself to him again, and again, and again. At his house, when Kaveh is away with his clients. In his study, when he’s stressed. On his couch, when both of you are drunk and give in to lust before going to the bedroom. For the past month, you can’t count how many times you woke up seeing the lush green of his windows and his warm body curled up around yours. 

His visits became frequent on your own study. He brings you coffee. You spend the whole day drafting and writing, and he reads his book in the corner of your room like a loyal attendant. 

It’s domestic. Sometimes, you often wonder what life will be if you decide to stay. 

(Is there a future with Alhaitham? You ask yourself one afternoon when you see the man sleeping on your mini desk. His silver hair softly flutters in the wind, and on his hand is a document you handed him to put by one of the bookshelves.

It would be good if he could join me in traveling the world. You stamp your last document for the day. 

You walk and place a kiss on his forehead to wake him up. “Work’s done, sweetie.” 

You would miss him terribly.)

One morning, your jolly footsteps alert people in the street. “Haitham!”  You whisper excitedly. The door opens, and you enter before he can even offer for you to come inside. “I got it!” 

He raised an eyebrow. “I’m not sure what it is, but I’m proud of you.”

“I’m going back to Fontaine to teach! The stakeholders said there was an error in the calculations; they’re ready to fund my investment again!” You hug him tight. Joy pours out of your body. 

(You don’t notice him freeze.)

“I’m so happy… I honestly thought that this was the end of my life’s purpose…” You trail off. Alhaitham hugs you back. His grip tightens on your waist.

“I can finally come back to the kids in Fontaine…” You trail off when you see him looking far into the distance. 

You frown. You know better than most people that he’s not the most expressive person, but you thought that he would at least crack a smile for you. 

You hastily pull away from your hug. “I’m sorry for bothering you. I just wanted you to know first, since you’re… very special to me,” Your face was red from shame, and from not knowing how to describe your relationship with Alhaitham correctly. “I’ll go tell Tighnari and the others now.”

A beat passes. “(Y/N).” 

You turn around, hand clutching your bag. Alhaitham stands still on the doorway in the same position that you left him. 

Then, he smiles– crooked and ominous, like he was forcing himself.

Perhaps he is. 

A shiver goes down your spine. He speaks, confident and clear– like it wasn’t the most obvious lie. “I’m happy for you.” 

The door closes behind him. This time, your feet fight the urge to get out of this city as soon as possible.

 Your happiness ended as quickly as it came.

The newspaper plastered on the board of Port Ormos sits still despite the rough winds, like it knows how heavy the burden of the message it carries.

Yorun Investors dead on ambush

An Adventurer’s Guild member sighs, discouraged. A businessman– from Sneznhaya, you would assume from his attire– exclaims. “That would mean their investments are also cut off? Drat! Half of my businesses rely on their funding!”

People pile up to see the newsboard, collectively murmuring. You stand still, motionless. Bricks are piled on your hands and your feet. 

You can always find other investors, of course. Just like you did four years ago. 

How long would that take?

You walk home, absentminded. You pass by the Tavern, then the Akademiya. Walking by Alhaitham’s house doesn't even spark excitement inside you. Calling your other friends isn’t a choice, either.

You just want to wake up from this dream. 

When you arrived, Someone was waiting on your doorstep.

“Alhaitham?” Thesman stands up straight. How long was he waiting? “(Y/N), I apologize for how I acted yesterday. I hope you forgive me.” 

When you remain quiet, he continues. “I also heard about what happened. I don’t mean to mock you, (Y/N). I’m truly sorry to hear about it.” 

Tears start falling down your face, which turn into full, ugly sobs. He walks gently, as if you’ll break into pieces if he makes the wrong move. He holds up his arms. 

You bury your face in his chest and cry.

Living with Alhaitham was happier than you’d thought it would be. 

It’s been months since you took his embrace on your front porch. You spent sleepless nights with him, writing letters for every investor or kind soul who’s kind enough to fund your endeavors, even for a penny. 

You were desperate. If the higher ups knew the struggle you’re going through right now, you’re sure that they’re laughing at you. 

(Not that you cared. Alhaitham stayed up writing letters with you, and that’s all the support that you need.)

You waited, waited, and waited. Yet every reply was rejection. Your partner saw you break down, and he’s always there to pick you back up. 

His clothes are strewn all over your house, as if he lives there now. 

“Coffee?” He offers. You nod. A giggle comes out of your mouth when you see a purple hickey on his neck, barely covered by his shirt.

It’s been months since he heard your laugh. He stops stirring the cup he’s prepared for you. Alhaitham looks back, says sincerely, “I’m glad you stayed.” 

An uncomfortable feeling brews once again. You tell yourself that you’ll get used to it. 

You still have hope that one day, your feet will step out again to reach your dreams.

But for now, everything that you need in Sumeru City. The perfect partner, an authentic group of friends, a beautiful community, and a stable (but boring) job.

You’ll never have to venture out again. 

(The evergreen shrubs outside your house starts to grow.)

“She’s settling in well?” 

“Yes, she’s resting,” Alhaitham sits on the makeshift chair. Ghandarva Ville was far, but it’s where less people are around. Besides, no one would dare trespass in Tighnari’s personal home. 

“You owe me a favor,” Cyno crosses his arms. “Finding the investor’s carriage was not difficult. They’re pretty famous. But erasing traces is a piece of work. I’m lucky that no one was within the area. Not that they could catch me, anyway.”

The door opens. Tighnari brushes off dirt from his clothing, having come back from burning the investor’s bloodied clothes. He sees the grey-haired man relaxing by his couch. “Are you smiling? Don’t smile. You look weird. Also everything is done, reduced to ashes. What’s our payment, Acting Grand Sage?”

Alhaitham hums, and everything fades into the background. He thinks of you lounging in your home, watering your plants, and decorating your journal. Just like how it’s supposed to be, in the first place. He even cleaned some parts of your house so that you don’t exhaust yourself too much upon your first day.

Thank the Archons that he has the perfect partner, an authentic group of friends, a beautiful community, and a stable job. 

(Y/N) will never have to venture out again. 

Ever. 

[rosemarycovet]

characters I write for

twilight

Edward Cullen

Alice Cullen

emmet Cullen

Jasper Hale

Rosalie Hale

Bella Swan

SCREAM

(Mostly billy and Stu)

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Randy Meeks

Sidney Prescott

Tatum Riley

Dewey Riley

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridger

Jill Robert

Ethan landry

Tara carpenter

Sam Carpenter

Chad meeks

Amber Freeman

gilmore girls

(chilton) Rory Gilmore

Dean Forester

Jess Mariano

Tristin Dugray

Dave Rygalski

Lane Kim

Finn Wolfhard characters

Mike wheeler

Boris pavlikovsky

Miles Fairchild

Richie Toizer

Harry potter/wizarding world

Theodore Nott

Mattheo Riddle

Tom Riddle

Draco Malfoy

Cedric Diggory

Harry potter

Ron Weasley

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

kit walker

Zoe Benson

Kyle Spencer

Madison Montgomery

Jimmy darling

James march

Euphoria

rue bennett

Jules vaughn

maddy perez

cassie howard

lexi howard

kat hernandez

Fezco

Elliot

Nate Jacobs

chris mckay

Scott pilgrim VS. The world

Scott pilgrim

Ramona Flower

wallace wells (x male reader)

Envy Adams

Knives Chau

Kim Pine

Random

Rodrick Heffely-Diary of a wimpy kid

Patrick bateman-American Pyscho

Jesse Pinkman-Breaking bad

Peeta Mellark-hunger games

Finnick Odair-hunger games

Nanno-Girl from no where

Danny Jenner-Jeepers Creepers

Kat Stratford-10tihay

Patrick Verona-10tihay

Cameron James-10tihay

Dave Lizewski-Kick ass

Charlie-the perks of being a wallflower

jennifer check- jennifer’s body

Tim LaFlour-senseless

Robin Buckley-stranger things

glen glantz-nightmare on elm street

Request are open

[jewish-unicorn]

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[peonyblossom]

Ships I'll Write For

for reference :)

Pixelberry

All of Us

Alex x m!MC (Dexter Del Rossi)

Tess x f!MC (Jo Moreno)

Alpha

m!Channing Lowe x m!MC (Kalani Mochizuki)

America's Most Eligible

Carson Stewart x f!MC (Juliet James)

Blades of Light and Shadow

Nia Ellarious x f!human!MC (Iris of Riverbend)

Valax x f!human!MC (Iris of Riverbend)

Mal Volari x Tyril Starfury

Mal Volari x Tyril Starfury x m!elf!MC (Hades Nightbloom)

Bloodbound

Adrian Raines x Gaius Augustine

Dirty Little Secrets

m!Carpenter (Emmett King) x m!MC (Brooklyn Peters)

High School Story

Wes Porter x Ezra Mitchell

Payton Saunders x f!MC (Lola Williams)

Michael Harrison x nb!MC (Jamie Baxter)

Mia Warren x Katherine

Ajay Bhandari x m!MC (Matty Wright)

Hollywood U

Thomas Hunt x f/nb!MC (Jackie Winters)

Hot Couture

Marco Di Vincenzo x f!MC (Analise Moore)

Immortal Desires

m!Cas x m!Gabe x nb!MC (Reese O'Malley)

Lewyn Junius x m!OC (Jude Junius)

It Lives Anthology

Noah Marshall x m!MC (Harry Spear)

Noah Marshall x Connor Green

Noah Marshall x m!MC (Devon Yasuda)

Connor Green x m!MC (Jesse Harrison)

Ava Cunningham x f!MC (Raven Adams)

Stacy Green x f!MC (Ivy Lovelace)

Imogen Wescott x f!MC (Fiona Vance)

Tom Sato x m!MC (River Vance)

Danni Asturias x f!MC (Merliah Vance)

Abel Flint x nb!MC (Ollie Bridgers)

Lincoln Aquino x nb!MC (Keagan Burke)

Amalia de León x nb!MC (Lottie Hamilton)

Jocelyn Wu x f!MC (Eleanor Wilkins) (slowburn)

Matthias McQuoid x m!OC (Ezra Wilkins)

Jocelyn Wu x nb!MC (Benni Locke) (fwb)

Laws of Attraction

Gabe Ricci x Aislinn Tanaka x nb!MC (Sav Zarza)

Murder at Homecoming

Donovan Navarro x nb!MC (Jupiter Stone)

Open Heart

Ethan Ramsey x m!MC (Sydney Valentine)

Ethan Ramsey x Tobias Carrick

Aurora Emery x Sienna Trinh

Queen B

Zoey Wade x f!MC (Quinn Hughes)

Ian Kingsley x f!MC (Quinn Hughes)

Untameable Anthology

m!Kit Jackson x m!MC (Jules Rojas)

Mandy Martinez x Ryder Wilson x m!MC (Barrett Kemp)

Gravity Falls

Stan Pines x Reader

Stan Pines x nb!OC (JD Willows)

Ford Pines x Fiddleford McGucket

Grey's Anatomy/Station 19

Mark Sloan x Jackson Avery x Lexi Grey

Mark Sloan x Jackson Avery

Meredith Grey x Derek Shepherd

Meredith Grey x Andy Herrera

Victoria Hughes x Lucas Ripley

Izzie Stevens x Denny Duquette

Ben Warren x Miranda Bailey

Cristina Yang x Teddy Altman

Maya Bishop x Carina DeLuca

[invisible-pink-toast]

girls in love triangles | she's all i wanna be

[sonatine]

Every scene of Bend It Like Beckham, a movie ostensibly about two female friends who like the same guy, goes like this:

Jess, complaining to her friend Tony that her parents won't let her play soccer: Why should I have to sneak around and lie?? It's not like I'm sleeping around with anyone!

Camera immediately pans out to Jules, running up behind her: *insistently shouting Jess' name*

[roleplayfinder]

The search , Supernatural, Saltburn, ACOTAR, Shadowhunters, Fast & Furious, Sherlock and More

Heyo! 25 year old female writer here. I’m eighteen plus so please please please ensure you are before writing to me! Now about me, I do work, quick fire would be nice but I can’t always be here. So you may see me post more depending on what ideas I’ve got and what cravings I have. But with my time off you can guarantee I’ll be posting more! Just a heads up I’m looking for clean roleplays! I do prefer discord to conduct roleplays purely for the purpose of being able to keep things more organised! My discord is eleanorewinchester

So I’m looking for those of you who can use third person, past tense and lots of detail. I say this not to be mean but because I do consider myself to be advanced literate, I expect potential partners to be the same! I’m looking for oc (me) x male canon characters from the above movies but I will enclose further fandoms and movies with in the post! I use third and past tense and would be grateful if you do too! Please note I do have dyslexia. I’d love to get some aus going as well as some love triangles. Doubles are welcome! But please note ALL my roleplays are doubles. I will be prioritising those of you who don’t want to double and are happy to play canons. I’m just getting to a point where doubles feel transactional, I’d like to do something for myself where I can :).

I’m also craving; Fast & Furious, Saltburn and Supernatural, (please?! I would kill for a good detailed roleplay), Sherlock (please?!), Shadowhunters (please I beg?!), A Court of Thorns and roses, Supernatural, The Musketeers (bbc show), My Life With the Walters, Hunger Games (originals and prequel), GG at the moment as well! I’d honestly kill for someone to play; Felix Catton, Brian O’conner, Dean Winchester or Jace Wayland, Jules or Mark.

I’d love our roleplay to be something of comfort to us both. Something to cheer us up and keep us engaged in the story! If you’ve got any wild ideas you’ve been dying to do for the below fandoms send them my way if it’s doubles I’ll do my best to accommodate them! If there’s a character in brackets that’s who I’m looking to ship with, I need you to play them! Any fandoms with hearts are ones I’m desperate for!

Fandoms I seek include:

Fast and furious (Brian) ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Shadowhunters (Book/Show verse) (Jace, Julian, Mark)

Sherlock (Sherlock,John)

Superstore (Jonah)

Supernatural (Dean) ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

ACOTAR (Cassian,Lucien, Rhys) ❤️

Bridgerton and Queen Charlotte

The Musketeers (bbc show Aramis)

Merlin (show)

Downton Abbey

Saltburn (Felix) ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Kissing Booth (Noah)

Pitch Perfect (Jesse)

Ginny and Georgia (Marcus)

Game of thrones (tv verse)

House of the Dragon (Daemon)

Death in paradise

Riverdale

MCU (Thor, Steve, Loki)

Wuthering Heights

Teen Wolf (Stiles)

TVDU (Klaus, Elijah)

Pirates of The Caribbean (Jack)

Narnia (Caspian, Peter)

Buffy (Spike)

Hunger Games (Finnick)

Ballard of SongBirds and Snakes (Coriolanus, Sejanus)

Divergent 😍 (Four)

The Outsiders (Dallas, SodaPop)

[sunshinies]

✧𖤓 Kaveh inspired names/pronouns/titles ! ⟡✧

art by x ! rq by anon !

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☀️ names:

alistair , amaris , ambrose , angelo , art , augustus , avery , bowie , cassidy , channing , darcy , dean , dorian , eden , ellis , erin , florian , floris , frances , harlowe , hazel , idra , idris , ira , jesse , jude , jules , keith , kel , kelsey , kendall , kennedy , kevin , kian , kiernan , kylin , laurent , leo , mckenzie , monet , noel , pax , quentin , quinn , raphael , rene , sasha , sawyer , shay , shiloh , steph , vincent , wren

🦁 pronouns:

lion/lions/lionself , gold/golds/goldself , ruby/rubys/rubyself , art/arts/artself , cher/chers/cherself , hy/hyms/hymself , ae/aers/aerself , sol/sols/solself , sun/suns/sunself , joy/joys/joyself , kind/kinds/kindself , warm/warms/warmself , arch/archs/archself , lux/luxes/luxself , luce/luces/luceself , vivid/vivids/vividself

❤️ titles:

the light of kshahrewar , the golden-haired lion , his shining artistry , he who sculpts towering cities , his paradisiacal dreams , the charming roommate , his guilty facade , he who chases idyllic dreams

prns and gendered terms may be replaced.

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additional tags: @eternoelle @hauntingidol @delusielle @puriette @the-astropaws @cocajimmycola

[worstqueerbaittournament]

Jess/Jules from Bend It Like Beckham

Thank you for your submission!

[trulybetty]

Sunday | Week In Review II

Sunday Week in Review II.

How we all doing?? Did we make it through the week? (I wrote this placeholder start on Monday, future B, I hope you made it through unscathed)

Narrator: In fact, she barely made it through the week unscathed. It was a weird limbo state of a week that she couldn’t quite understand was so quick but so fucking long at the same time…

So as a result, I really didn’t read much this week - you should see my tabs that I have open for my TBR list this week and I have a lot of mentions/reblogs I will be responding to the next couple of days.

Anyway, on with the week in review…

Truly Betty Updates This Week…

Strings Part III (I feel like I hit publish on this six weeks ago, this is how long this week has felt)

Dipped by foot in the Catfish pond this week also...

Stood Up

Flings

Fics I Enjoyed This Week…

Six Sentence Sunday by @gnpwdrnwhiskey I love Sunny & Whiskey any day of the week, but throw in tiny long-eared adorable puppies? *dead*

Delta Landscaping | Chapter 1: Welcome to Torrey Hills by @rhoorl They're here... What an opening chapter! This one introduces us to the Delta boys and where they are post-Colombia and sets up for what I know is going to be a fantastic ride! I also heard that the residents of Mulefall Court (snort) have come to play today...

Working Title by @rhoorl Also started this fic this week by Jess too, only one chapter in but I'm very curious how this is all going to play out. Dieter Bravo and a slow burn? Has my name all over it!

The Layover | Chapter 10by @goodwithcheese I'm ignoring the fact that we're in the home stretch of this story - but it's one that just keeps on giving and this week's update was no different! Also, are you team Jules x Benny or team Jules x Santiago?

Sage by @softlyspector This is part three of the Honeyed series, and I don't know how to sum up in a couple of lines how much this series has touched me. Joel AU where he's a tattoo artist might sound on the surface a little ways out there, but trust me - the characterization stays true and the slow burn here is something else. I've yet to reblog it with my comments as I'm still taking it all in - trust me, there's not been a day this week I've not thought of this series.

First and 10 by @something-tofightfor This was actually a re-read and I was surprised to find I hadn't shared it already. We've had @ladamedusoif with SNL's Mr. Ben, now I introduce you to @something-tofightfor's SNL Wing Pit Daniel. He has lived rent-free in my head since I read it and this one shot, I've lost count of how many times I've gone back to read it.

Things I’m Looking Forward to Starting…

No list this week as I can't keep a lid on my TBR list as it exploded this week with my weird head space - which means a lot hopefully a long list of fanfics read next week! 💕✨

Posts I Enjoyed This Week…

@jomiddlemarch’s TLOU x Ted Lasso master list put together by @tessa-quayle When I first read TLOU crossover with Ted Lasso a couple months back I was a little dubious about how the two would work. But I’m telling you - it works. I also adore the relationship between Joel and Grace, so much so that reading their back and forth it’s easy to forget she’s an OC. Everything @jomiddlemarch does with her OC is what I strive to achieve with my own - a flawless submission into an established world.

Dave York Hip Bounce Honestly? Do I really need to explain this one? 

Things I’ve Enjoyed This Week…

@gnpwdrnwhiskey informing me that there is A HIPPO EMOJI!!! 🦛 <— look at it! 

Finding out You can “rewind” gifs (I refer you back to the Dave York hip bounce post)

Justified (TV Show) - even though I'm not entirely sure what is going on at any given time (I watch while I work), I'm now on season two and Raylan is still shooting an alarming amount of people and I'm shocked by the lack of presence of internal affairs. Also, resisting the urge to talk with a Southern accent, much like the week I spent singing everything I spoke in a cockney accent after watching Sweeny Todd…

This Week’s Song…

This song has eaten up and spat me out since I heard it a couple weeks ago. I’ve not gone a day without playing it on repeat and each time my little brain is blown like it’s the first time.

Hope everyone has a great Sunday and here's to a better week!

Feel free to share your weeks in review, detailed or not, and tag me in it if you do! 💕 xx

Other week in reviews I think you should check out...

@rhoorl's week in review