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outerbanxx · 12 days
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Unrequited love is the worst kind of love. The way that I would stop whatever I am doing to snap him back, the way he wouldn't do the same. The way I take different routes to see him during the day, the way he doesnt even spare me a glance. I dress nicely, hoping to catch his eye, I like posts from his favorite brands, that way he might think im cool. But I can't tell my friends about it, because they’re connected to him in some way. And I know he doesn’t feel the same, he doesn't even know wno l am, so him finding out would rip away what part I have of him, no matter how small, how superficial. Unrequited love is the worst kind of love. He doesn’t know my name, but I have his schedule memorized. He follows models and extraordinary people, and I know I dont stand a chance. The one time I worked up the courage to text him, I was met with indifference, little did he know just how much I was praying for him to love me back. And I know he doesn’t feel the same, he doesn't even know who I am, so he doesn’t owe me a conversation. Unrequited love is the worst kind of love.
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outerbanxx · 1 year
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january is one of those months where you experience every feeling on the human spectrum and you just have to go about your day like that isn't happening
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outerbanxx · 1 year
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crazy how love is the red of the rose on your coffin door
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outerbanxx · 1 year
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not ignoring canon nor strictly adhering to it, but a secret third thing (taking the small bits and crumbs canon barely spent time developing and running absolutely hogwild)
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outerbanxx · 1 year
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"are you the person who says goodnight to everyone at 9PM then stays up all night reading fanfictions at tumblr?"
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outerbanxx · 2 years
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what are songs that make u guys ache… they don’t even need to be very sad songs, really. just songs that make your heart hurt in its place in your chest
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outerbanxx · 2 years
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?????????? and !!!!!!!!!!!! make a noise in my head i cant explain it
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outerbanxx · 2 years
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hiii!! i love your writing sm!! i was wondering if you could write something for tasm!peter. just something we’re him and the reader are very flirty but not dating. i love fics about flirty friends lol
— BEING FLIRTY BEST FRIENDS WITH PETER PARKER
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ask and you shall receive, anon
so you and peter have been best friends since forever, right?
right
except that’s not that it looks like to most people
the two have you have always been really close and somewhere along the way, the banter became flirtatious
a lot of greetings that begin with “hey, sexy.”
mostly on your part
his replies are usually a little more sophisticated, while being just as flirty
and by sophisticated, I mean he’s too respectful to call you sexy, opting for words like “beautiful” and the occasional “gorgeous”
“how’s my pretty girl doing today?”
“you tell me”
peter obviously dials it down in front of aunt may, but you don’t
it’s fun to watch him squirm and blush and to see aunt may tease him
she also drops hints every time she sees you to finally get together already for the love of god
when you found out he was spiderman the first thing you say is
“I KNEW I recognised your ass in that spandex”
“is that really your first thought right now.”
lots of hand holding, especially once you find out he’s spiderman
you won’t admit it, but you get worried that one day he won’t be able to hold your hand anymore
he knows of course smug bastard that he is
lots of singing sk8er boi while he’s skating because you think it’s hilarious
“y/n if you don’t move your cute little butt out of the way I’m going to run you over with my board”
“you think my butt is LITTLE?”
“no, I think you have an amazing ass, but I will still run you over.”
tons of back hugs, mostly from peter since he’s one tall motherfucker and can rest his chin on top of your head easily
cuddling after you patch him up from spider-man incidents and hoping his superhuman spidey abilities can’t pick up on your heartbeat getting faster
they can
just like aunt may, youre getting impatient because when is this boy going to ask you out
seriously, he can face a giant lizard in the sewers but can’t ask you out?
it’s fine though, he’s just thinking of a way to do it properly
you have no idea, so you settle for the flirty banter and the hugs and being his best friend
he’s working on it
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outerbanxx · 2 years
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RULES
No kind of hate or discrimination will be tolerated towards me or anyone else
My messages and/or asks are always open in case anyone needs to talk
Do not expect anything from me
I am not obligated to do anything
Triggers
There is a regular use of swear words, but there are no extreme triggers in anything on my page
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outerbanxx · 2 years
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Dolores: having the most accurate, sympathetic, and understanding interpretation of Bruno out of anyone in their family
Camilo: JUst fucking bASHING their uncle like there's no tomorrow
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outerbanxx · 2 years
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h. Happy holidays
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outerbanxx · 2 years
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Ghost. JJ Maybank
a/n: As my first little piece I chose to base it off the song “Ghost. By Justin Bieber” I felt like I could concoct a little something out of it, even though its kinda meh -D
You had never expected that the sight of him would hurt you as much as it did. You never thought that seeing him with another person would feel like a punch to the gut; or that watching his face light up around someone else the way it did with you would feel like a knife to the chest. Yet here you are, seated on the couch of the château with your fingers folded together and resting on your bare thighs as your stare down at the dirty floor.
You silently puff out a breath of air as loud laughter erupts from the porch, and it alerts you to the company that enters the open door. The stomp of boots on the wooden floor forces you to look up and greet the two boys entering the house; Pope and JJ enter, laughing loudly and playfully shoving each other before JJ nods towards you. Not a single word exchanged from him, just a nod…a nod. He plops himself across from you and the sofa creaks underneath his weight.
“Whats up, (Y/N). Where’s John B?” Popes leans against the wooden doorframe, smiling as he asks and crosses his arms over his chest as you shrug.
“I dunno, I got a text to meet him here like 30 minutes ago…I thought he was with you guys?” You push yourself over to make room for Pope, gesturing for him to sit as JJ snorts.
You raise an eyebrow and tilt your head towards JJ, watching as he folds his hands behind his head and leans into his finger, twirling a toothpick bettween his teeth. 
“What?” You ask as pope plops himself down, causing the couch to rattle and you bounce as the cushions beneath you shift to accommodate his weight beside you. 
JJ makes a face, shaking his head and as he shakes pieces of hair fall over his forehead and into his eyes. “Nothin’. Where’s Kie?” His eyes wander around the house, a sense of eagerness present in his eyes as they search around the mostly empty home. 
“She said she’s not comin, she took a shift at the Wreck,” Pope pipes up as he takes out his phone and hands it to JJ to show him the message, “see.” 
JJ groans as sees the text, and it doesn’t hurt until he says that he wanted to see her. It hurts even more when he picks himself up off the couch and exclaims that we should go to the wreck ourselves and wait until she’s free to join us. The cherry on top was when he made a comment about the “food” they serve and Pope smacks his arm as JJ walks out of the Château, knowing that he most definitely wasn’t referring to the food.  
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outerbanxx · 3 years
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brew-tiful.
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SUMMARY you aren’t the most social person on the planet hence the reason you tend to avoid the crowded coffee shop not far from your dorm. but when you’re forced to go and get your most needed coffee, you had no idea the change your life would undergo when you walked through those doors. the cause of the change? the dumb charming barista behind the counter flashing smiles whenever he saw you.
PAIRING oikawa tooru x reader
GENRE barista!au; strangers to lovers, strangers to friends to lovers, fluff!! oikawa’s a real sweetheart and major flirt uwu
WORD COUNT 7.0k
A/N this is a cross post from my skz blog so dw if you’ve seen this fic before! oikawa seemed to fit the role perfectly (and @diorzumi​ told me to ly rheya uwu) so i just went with it lol.
TAGLIST @crescenttooru @iwaizoom @mirakeul @kimkai-is-my-man @jeannie-beannie @camcam1617 @lvrkuroo @kookie-doughs @mellowknightcolorfarm @waitforitillwritemywayout @toworuu @miyalove​ @hikariakaashi​ @kurooru​ @akinorii​ @haajiime​ @satosimp​
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you never walked into the campus café that was a convenient distance from your dorm building, mainly due to how crowded it always was. you hate crowds. crowds mean noise. noise means distractions.
but while looking out the large glass windows at the sight of the café as you stood in front of the empty vending machine, your thoughts change.
i need a coffee to help me stay awake to write this damn essay, you think to yourself with a frown etched onto your face.
looking back at the vending machine, your eyebrows furrow in frustration. huffing to yourself, you turn around and leave the dorm building, pulling the hood of your sweatshirt over your head when you notice the damp ground and the sound of light rain hitting against the pavement.
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outerbanxx · 3 years
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SHIELD agent: What are you doing?
Peter, trying to sound cool: Pokin' around.
SHIELD agent: You can't do that!
Tony, walking out of a meeting: He can do anything he wants. He's cute.
Peter, at Tony:
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outerbanxx · 3 years
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reblog if you’re a safe place for:
lesbian
gay
bisexual
transgender
queer
pansexual
demisexual
ace
hopeless romantics
cis-men
cis-women
non binary folks
the whole spectrum etc…
follow everyone who reblogs ;)
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outerbanxx · 3 years
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reminder to all writers
you are talented, and more than capable of creating something extraordinary
your way of telling a story is unique, there’s not a single story in this world that could, or would, ever be told the same way, by any writer;
meaning, you bring something remarkable to the table, a story that never would have been told, if it wasn’t for you
and no amount of self-doubt is going to change that
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outerbanxx · 3 years
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don't risk it
if you don’t reblog in 500 seconds you will never be able to meet your fave band/artist
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