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anotherferalrat · 2 months

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One of my favorite flavors of bsd fics is (secretly?) established sskk with tragic, pining losers skk. Like sskk will be like damn, so young. Remember when we were like that?

And someone (probably chuuya) will be like stfu i know every single embarrassing thing you've ever done. You dumbasses were still severing limbs and stabbing each other at the point in your relationship where dazai and i were already at the teasing banter stage.

Dazai very conveniently appears to remind everyone that his coat is out of commission due to an angry chibi with a knife and a poorly timed joke at lunch<3

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adaywithanotherferalrat · 2 months

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In severe psychological distress at the loss of the boops. I didn't even realize it was an April Fool's only thing. Shocked and hurt. So many missed boops

#boop #boop day #boop o meter #wait till my lawyers hear about this #AND APPARENTLY THERE WERE EVIL BOOPS???#I COULDVE BOOPED WITH MALICIOUS INTENT /AFF #to the few people i was able to boop on my main #may you remember me #you are part of an elite crew now #Day 63 of hiding from my friends #srry for the long ass break #its depressing to not get notes #i wasnt born for fame #im just a lil rat in a trashcan tryna show you the shinies

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cheriladycl01 · 7 months

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Paparazzi - Lando Norris x UniStudent! Reader

Plot: you are a university student in the UK, and the Paparazzi manage to find out where you go and stalk you due to rumors surfacing about.

Credit to nameis-c for the GIF

It was a pretty shit day at university for you, you were a third year law student who had just come back from an amazing placement with Mercedes as part of their legal counsel.

You'd had so much fun and had worked really closely with Lewis and George. It also was the first year that you were able to travel from the last half of one season, to the 3/4 of the next season.

He was a driver for McLaren, his job and you being a student meant that you guys didn't see each other as much as you'd like.

You had been dating for the good part of 4 years now having met in secondary school and stayed as friends even when he left the school. When you started on your A-levels and he was progressing in his driving career he asked you to be his girlfriend.

Now he was in Formula One and you were about to be graduating university. It had however been difficult, the transition of being with Lando pretty much everyday, and now not seeing him was killing you.

It had taken a tole on you, you had dark circles under your eyes, your nose was red from the cold. Your class hadn't been great either and tears were starting to brim your eyes. You just wanted to get home and cry it out in private.

Lando: Hey Babe, its Thursday so media day today and McLaren are busy! Call me later, love you lots!

The text made more tears brim in your eyes until you heard the snap of a camera. Next you saw the flash.

Your eyes dart up seeing the 5 or 6 people with cameras behind you, following you. You pick up your pace, going towards your specific building on campus where you could hide out with your personal tutor until they left you alone.

You walk into the building into a flurry of students walking around the building pulling the hood of Lando's hoodie up. You make your way to a back stairwell that was quieter than the main one and made your way up the 5 flights of stairs to where your personal tutors room was.

"Michael?" you ask entering the room, nobody was there so you sat on the small little sofa he had at the side of his office. You pull the work bench closer to you, placing your laptop and book down before getting on with some work for your Intellectual Property Module.

Minutes later Michael comes in, a shocked look on his face as he observes you.

"Y/N what are you doing here?" he asks walking past you and taking a seat at his desk, sipping from the takeaway coffee he had just brought.

"I had Paps come onto campus again. And i've had a bit of a shit day" you mumble looking at the email from Lewis asking you to do some research for him if you had any free time.

"Well, you know my door is always open for you"

"That's why i let myself in" you grin at him, already feeling better. He spoke to you for about an hour, while he was doing his own research and marking behind his computer.

"I think its safe to say they've left now" he admits engrossed in something on his computer.

"How'd you know?"

"There's articles already up, some of these headlines. Oh lord they are ridiculous" Michael admits scrolling down on his mouse wheel looking further.

"Huh?" you ask before looking online under your name.

Lando Norris Girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N, Seen Crying On University Campus After Breakup Report Y/N Y/L/N Seen On Campus Crying Is There Tension Between Lando Norris and Y/N Y/L/N On Her First Absent Race Of The Season Lando Norris Cheats On Girlfriend - Her Reaction Is Heartbreaking!

"I'm just going to go home. I don't have the energy to read any of these. Thank you for letting me stay" you admit, packing up your bag and nodding in a goodbye to your personal tutor.

As you exit the building and make your way to the carpark where your Mercedes-AMG SL 63 sat, courtesy of your time at Mercedes for the last year. You now still work for them, but from the Brackley and part-time around your degree.

You get in and let out a long sigh, you pull away getting onto the road driving back to yours and Lando's apartment which was about a 30 minute drive away.

Lando started to call you, the ringtone blaring through the car speakers that your phone was connected to. You hit accept on the screen, your eyes only momentarily wavering from the road.

"Y/N baby, what's up. The articles and the photos of you! You look so sad, what's going on?" he immediately starts grilling you like you'd expected him to when he would eventually see the articles.

"Sorry, I'm in the car right now! I just had a shitty say at uni and i really fucking miss you" you breathe out happy to finally admit it. It was the end of October now and you'd been back at university for a month.

"I know baby, you still planning to come out for the last race, in Abu Dhabi?" he offers, it sounds like he's busy and like he's walking around the McLaren garage. He did say it was media day...

"Erm, ill let you go. Its like midnight there and you have a big day with practice tomorrow" you say, he starts to stay something but you interrupt before he can.

"I love you, goodnight" you say to prompt him.

"Goodnight, ill see you soon" he sighs, he also sounded tired just like you.

You drove the rest of the way home, pulling up in the underground carpark and just sitting there for a few minutes taking in some breaths.

You eventually get out the car and head into yours and Lando's apartment. The apartment was always clean because either you were here or your parents were kind enough to house sit while you and Lando were away.

You did your normal routine for when Lando wasn't here, which was go to the gym, go back and shower, cook food eat food and go to sleep.

You never really had any motivation for anything when he wasn't around.

The next day was a free day from uni, you went to the Mercedes team, everyone could tell that something was up with you. They chose not to say anything and just let you get through your shift. You'd had a cute Good morning text from Lando, asking if you'd slept well and if you'd eaten.

You'd replied, saying yes to both and that you were just catching up on his free practices and that he had really good times, as you'd expected.

But part of you just longed for him to come home.

#lando norris #lando x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 x you #formula one #formula one fanfiction #lando imagine #mclaren #lando norris imagine #lando norris fanfic #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n

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hard--headed--woman · 16 hours

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Sooo you're used to it by now, here's my 4th special pride post, and today we're going to talk about

Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall !

Marguerite was born in 1880 and died in 1943. She was a British poet and writer, author of "The Well of Loneliness", a revolutionary and very important novel in lesbian literature. She never tried to hide her homosexuality.

Neglected by her parents as a child, she studied at King's College London, then in Germany. She reached adulthood without a vocation, and spent a big part of her twenties in a series of relationships with women who later left her to marry.

In 1907, at the spa town of Bad Homburg in Germany, Marguerite met Mabel Batten, a lieder singer nicknamed Ladye, and the two fell in love. Batten was 51 at the time, with a husband, grown-up daughter and grandchildren. Hall was 27.

The two move in together when Mabel's husband dies. At the time, Marguerite was known for her "masculine" appearance and constant wearing of "masculine" clothes; Mabel Batten nicknamed her "John", a nickname she kept all her life.

In 1915, Radclyffe-Hall fell in love with Una Troubridge, a cousin of Mabel's whom she had known for 10 years. Battel died the following year, and in 1917, the two women moved in together. The two lived together until Hall's death, despite Hall's many affairs (that Troubridge painfully tolerated).

She has written eight novels and several poems.

Her first novel, "The Unit lamp", (1924) tells the story of a young girl who dreams of moving into a London apartment with her friend Elizabeth (a so-called "Boston marriage") and studying to become a doctor, but feels trapped by her emotionally-dependent, manipulative mother.

The novel's length and complexity made it difficult to sell, so Marguerite chose a lighter theme for her next novel, a social comedy : "The Forge". The book was quite successful this time.

Her next two novels were a great success, especially "Adam's Breed" (1926), which won the Prix Femina and the James Tait Black Award, something that had only been achieved once before.

But her best-known novel is "The Well of Loneliness". Published in 1928, it tells the story of a butch lesbian, from her childhood in England to her stay in Paris, where she becomes a famous writer. The novel was the subject of an obscenity trial in the UK (despite not being sexually explicit), resulting in the destruction of all copies. The USA authorized its publication after a long, long legal battle. Considered a classic, an extremely important work of lesbian literature, "The Well of Loneliness" was 7th on Publishing Triangle's 1999 list of the best gay novels.

In 1930, Hall won the gold medal of the Eichelbergher Humane Award. She was a member of the PEN club, the Council of the Society for Psychical and a member of the Zoological Society of London.

She died of colon cancer in 1943, aged 63. Her impact on literature, and lesbian literature in particular, remains significant to this day.

You can find the list of her novels (and more details about her life) here !

And some of her poems here :

Hope you enjoyed, and see you tomorrow for the 5th post!

#lesbian #pride #pride month #lesbian pride #lesbian history #lesbian writer #lesbian poet #radclyffe hall #marguerite radclyffe-hall #butch lesbian #lgb history #female homosexuality #female homosexual #women's history #herstory

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most-datable-datable-bracket · 4 months

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ROUND 2 MATCH 63

Chloe propaganda:

“main love interest for the playable character (there's another option but he's generally not liked) she's badass, she's supposed to die but the player changes her fate, they were childhood friends but had a fallout but eventually met again, she lost her dad and previous friend/girlfriend (she appears in the prequel and the relationship is dependant on how the player wants it to be) she has blue hair she says the word hella a lot and (spoiler) by the end you either have to sacrifice her or the town it's one of those really depressing games”

“My Gay Awakening <3”

Mammon propaganda:

“He was done dirty in the first round, I hope he wins this time because he deserves it

First of all, he hates you at the start but then he starts to like you but he exclaimed his hate too much at the start so he can't admit it

Everyone knows that he likes MC, even his little D (who are demons familiars) thinks that they should date

He is a classic tsundere but doesn't actually hurt you like other tsunderes but he is so bad at hiding his feelings that everyone is just ignores it

He is the avatar of greed, meaning he is clingy which may be a turn away for some people but he cares for you so so much

He has never turned into his demon form to hurt you (Asmo hasn't but he has tried to seduce you with his power)

Don't get me started on his story cards, he literally is so cute

He wants to be a mentor to Luke, like Lucifer was to him, he is only mean to Luke because he wants Luke to learn about how life isn't all sunshine and rainbows

He is also so hot, he is a bisexual panic

He is bullied by his brothers but he cares for them so so much despite their bullying

I am so in love with him and have written so many fics about him

Anyway, I'm going to stop here because otherwise I'll be here all day”

#chloe price #Life is Strange #Mammon #Mammon Obey me #Obey Me #obey me shall we date #Round 2 #MDDC 2

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jpgmaya · 1 year

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・ʚ ‧₊˚ 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐞 ( 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀 𝐀𝐔 )

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Drew Starkey x Reader

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: In which they're waiting and hoping you're not enough.

𝗔/𝗡: haven't posted in a while (writers block sucks), but i've been loving instagram au's so here's a little angsty thing. fc is zahara davis!

drewstarkey

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drewstarkey 🤍

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madelyncline mom n dad

drewfan4eva IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ME

updating.obx no way

starkeyswife ew

obxfan04 ofc ur hiding behind a private account

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram barbados u were unreal. until next time 🇧🇧

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obxupdatess give us obx3 spoilers

starkeyswife "until next time" lol do u have a job

user01 attention seeker

drewfan7 leave drew alone

yourinstagram

Tribeca, New York City

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yourinstagram the party & the after party

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brooke_starkey pic creds??

yourinstagram 📸

drewfan2 if she's with drew istg

obxfanspot wait this is drew's girlfriend?

drewfan5 y/n get a job challenge

user03 i wish u would go away!!

drewstarkeyupdates

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drewstarkeyupdates drew at the houston rockets game yesterday!

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drewfan12 my tall handsome boy

user06 thank god he got away from that leech

drewfan92 how do u know?

user 06 she's in nyc rn

user47 he looks so much happier when he's away from @/yourinstagram

obxfan38 you're bold for tagging her 💀

yourfriend you people need to get a life

y/ndefensesquad

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y/ndefensesquad y/n celebrating her birthday two days ago with friends!

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user28 she's so pretty it's ridiculous

*liked by yourinstagram

drewfan4 lol not a single pic of drew 👀

obxfan83 maybe they broke up? hopefully

y/ndefensesquad if they did break up it's because of freaks like you two *liked by yourinstagram

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drewstarkey happy late birthday to my favorite person in the whole world. i've been lucky to know you, even luckier to love you. you're my rock and my best friend until the end of time. you'll always have a place in my heart.

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#drew starkey x reader #drew starkey insta au #insta au #obx cast #drew starkey fanfiction #drew starkey x oc #outer banks #obx x you #instagram au #social media au #drew starkey one shot

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lixzey · 4 months

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the start of everything

note: starts in 2016, where they are both 14.

1: young half bloods

2: newbie

3: luke castellan learns a valuable lesson (he gets distracted, most of the time)

4: Annabeth attends a fashion show (and realizes it isn’t for her)

5: capture the flag (and her attention, if possible)

6: strawberry fields, wildflowers, and annoying boys

7: prank wars and unsuspecting victims

8: punishments and prayers

9: luke, the big stupid idiot

10: Oh, I don't know why she's just my type

11: Stay away from me. Don’t look at me. Don’t even breathe the same air as me.

12: I can't believe that I have to put up with your annoying face all year.

13: snowball fight, cabin ten versus cabin eleven

14: the more you hate, the more you love

15: capture the flag: luke led us to victory!

16: smores and chores

17: cheeseburgers and barbies

18: to charm the charmer

19: luke tries forging, gardening, and poetry (failing miserably)

20: pleas, bargains, and bets

21: She doesn’t like surprises. Do you really want another black eye?

becoming friends and more

22: a letter from dear old daddy

23: daddy issues ft mommy issues

24: hide and seek with the harpies

25: your house is haunted

26: somehow, he knew

27: nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter

28: christmas getaways, new york city, and secret glances

29: new years, new beginnings

30: back to camp

31: sparring, smiles, and sweet talks

32: a field trip to olympus and look alikes

33: my girl

34: moonlight rendezvous

35: steal my girl

36: a picnic and eavesdropping siblings

37: grouchy

38: she is beauty, she is grace, and she will punch you in the face

39: Maya starts junior year

40: you?

41: popcorn, movies, and slushies

42: I’m a feminist, obviously. But, I wouldn’t really mind him savin’ me and I know that I’m fine without a man but I think I would like his protection.

43: sweet sixteen

44: with you I'd dance in a storm, in my best dress, fearless

45: hot cocoa, longing glances, and mistletoes

46: wanna bet?

47: school is boring, wanna go somewhere?

48: camp

49: rumor has it

50: the best swordsman at camp and a furious maya williams

51: i’ve never heard silence quite this loud

52: capture the flag: a great way to destress - cabin five, probably

53: thin white lies

54: that brainless idiot

55: jealousy, jealousy

56: patience wearing thin

57: oblivious idiots and chris gets twenty drachmas richer

58: confrontation drama

59: You are in love!

60: stupid cupid, stop picking on me!

61: everyone wants him, that was my crime

62: I'm so in love with you and I hope you know

63: give me something that’ll haunt me when you’re not around

64: interventions, stubborn idiots, and annoying siblings

65: somebody to you

66: don’t take it personal, but personally you’d be better with somebody like me

67: i think it’s time i lay my heart out on the line

established relationship:

68: i once believed love would be black and white, but it’s golden

69: in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman

70: you with the dark curls, you with the watercolor eyes

71: take a look at my girlfriend, she’s the only one i got

72: to be young and in love in new york city

73: fight so dirty, but you love so sweet.

74: Luke, the lovesick idiot

75: your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me

76: promises sealed with a kiss under the velvet sky

77: golden apples and worries

78: pain of words

79: quest blues

80: iris messages and nightmares

81: stupid quest, stupid apples, stupid dragon

82: birthday blues and special surprises

83: i fell in love with a careless man’s careful daughter

84: darkness inside

85: christmas traditions

86: i want to wear his initial on a chain ‘round my neck

87: devil in disguise

88: all of the city lights never shine as bright as your eyes

89: i love the way you’re screaming my name

90: valentines day

91: some days, you're the best thing in my life. sometimes when I look at you, i see my wife

92: love languages

93: demigod pick up service

94: across my memory

95: monsters

96: four walls and a roof

97: closets and radios

98: peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, cookies, and kool aid

99: pent up anger

100: dance around the living room, lose me in the sight of you

101: on with the quest

102: Drew

103: all i did is try my best, this the kind of thanks i get?

104: only an angel, never a god

105: and in the middle of my chaos, there was you

106: touch her and i’ll break your neck

107: if anybody hurts you, i’m going to prison for life

108: legal age, baby!

109: I can't keep my hands to myself. I mean I could, but why would I want to?

110: prom dances and birthday cakes

111: I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

112: big blue house

113: great to be back

114: peace and quiet

115: orders from the pit

116: makeshift prom

117: Can I have this dance?

118: handsome, you’re a mansion with a view

119: cockblockers—nope, I mean kids.

120: amorous activities in the armory

121: suspiciously quiet

122: Happy birthday! You can finally get arrested!

123: the winter solstice

124: meddling cocky son of a bitch

125: don’t be suspicious.

126: nightmares

127: if you’re tired, you can lay your head on my lap

128: lazy day, cuddles, and kisses

129: she looks so perfect

130: until we’re gray and old

131: just normal days

132: A prophecy

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fallingforel · 1 year

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Hi!! I was wondering if you could do numbers 5, 23, 62, 63, and 69 from your prompt list with like the reader being part of one direction and Harry dating her, and she falls for brad from the vamps. Like could it be angst between Harry and the reader where they’re together but then he cheats on her with someone (idk any celebrity or something like he dated Taylor at one point I think) and she goes to Brad and they’re friends but he’s been in love with her since forever and he comforts her and they get together. Also just make Harry completely regret everything if you can (I live for the cheating with no second chance trope, it’s amazing ❤️) thank you so much!! Have a great day!

A/N hi my lovely here it is for you, hope you enjoy and I hope you like it. dont forget those that want to request one the prompt list is here

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PROMPTS 5, 23, 62, 63 AND 69: "you made your choice" "they didn't deserve you" "you think that this is easy for me" "I hate seeing you like this" "I don't like you...I love you"

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It was a well known fact that I was the 6th member and only girl in one direction, I was also dating harry from my band, on the outside things looked squeaky clean and it looked like we had a perfect relationship but we didn't we fought all the time, Harry was always jealous because I was best mates with Brad from the vamps, Brad and I have been lifelong friends as we both resided from the same part of Birmingham and we also went to school together. It wasn't my fault that I've always gotten along better with boys than I have with girls they were just easier to talk to and the fact that they weren't snakes behind my back.

So you could imagine Harry's reaction when I told him brad was coming tonight, even if he tried to hide it in the best way possible. I still noticed. It was hard not to, however we hadn't had a fight in three weeks and I wasn't about to start one now, I had just finally hoped that we were in an all right place.

"Brads coming tonight. He's in town got a show tomorrow, thought he'd pop by then celebrate with us as the end of this leg is today, was thinking we could go to his show tomorrow"

"mmh, yeah, be nice I 'spose"

"Yeah it would, come on we've got to get ready, we've got a show to perform"

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And the show went spectacularly well, I was at my happiest when I was on the stage with my band, with my fans screaming my name it was the most supportive feeling in the world, and I loved every second of it.

Now we were back in our dressing rooms ready to go out, It wasn't often we went out while on tour we'd only ever do it for special things like birthdays, end of legs or if someone new joined our team halfway through. Tonight though, we were celebrating the end of the leg of the tour we were currently on, zayn left a couple of months ago. And with Harry and I on rocky ground we all secretly knew that the band was coming to an end, we were all scared to admit it though, too afraid to say it out loud because then it would all become real.

I'm broken out of my thoughts by a knock on the door, which makes me wipe away the tears I didn't even realise were there, before I'm saying "COME IN" and I'm met with Harry peeping round the door

"Hey, hey. why are you crying my love? What's the matter?" "The bands breaking up isn't it?" "no? what makes you think that sweetheart?" "I mean, with Zayn leaving, you and I on rocky terms, we're all not the same people we were 5 years ago Harry, the bands dynamic doesn't fit anymore"

"Yes okay, zayn may have left, You and I may be on bad terms some of the time and yes maybe we have all changed, but nobody stays the same, it's pretty hard to do that darling, otherwise you wouldn't grow up. The dynamic still works all the same though. So for now, dry your tears, get a fit dress on and lets take our minds off this band breaking up nonsense"

And I do as he tells me joining them shortly in the addison lee taking us into the main part of london, so we could go to a night club. I was sat inbetween Harry and Brad and could feel the tension rising, more so from Harry than brad, Harry was being weirdly possesive with me and it didnt feel in a good way, like it usually does.

Soon arriving at the nightclub we all head inside and Louis takes Harry to the bar to get some drinks for all of us, even he could sense the tension meaning it was bad.

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"you did great tonight, y/n/n. Smashed it, if only you could've heard the chanting for your name. It was unreal honestly." Brad says from beside me perking me out of my daydream of nothing in particular.

"awwh, Braddy. You're sweet you" I say placing a kiss on his cheek as a thank you. I've always called Brad, braddy ever since we were in nappies because I was never able to pronounce my L's I soon learned, the name stuck around though.

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Having not seen Harry since he went to the bar, and hasn't come back since, It's been well over half an hour now, so I was getting pretty worried. So I decided to ask around if anybody has seen him.

"LOU! You haven't seen Harry have you? Haven't seen him since we got here." "No I haven't. Last I saw him was at the bar, said he was going back to you, that was about fifteen minutes ago" "thanks lou."

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10 minutes later Niall comes up to me interuptting the conversation I was having with Brad I had given up trying to find him he clearly didn't want to be found, "I heard you were looking for Harry, I found him, but you're not going to like it" "what Niall, where is he" "mens bathroom, that way" he says turning to point me in the direction of where the mens bathroom is.

Walking into the mens bathroom, I found a sight I didn't want to see, Harry going down on a girl, the girl that wasn't me. "OH WOW!" I shout earning both his and the girls attention. "y/n/n, baby-" "don't you baby me Harry, it is so clear what you think about me." "who the fuck are you?" the girl quips back at me. "his girlfriend honey, actually no his ex-girlfriend. Keep him he's yours he was a slag anyway" "oh thats rich coming from you y/n, I saw you getting close with Brad, a little kiss on the cheek" "we've always been that way and you fucking know it" "oh but it's so easy for you breaking up with me though isn't it, now you can run away with the btec version of me cause it's clear you have a type don't you" "YOU THINK THAT THIS IS EASY FOR ME? YOU THINK THAT I WANT TO BREAK UP WITH YOU? WELL I DON'T HARRY OKAY?, BUT ITS CLEAR WHAT YOU'VE CHOSEN, goodbye Harry, I'll see you soon for the american leg." is the last thing I say before I walk out of the men's bathroom and back to where Brad was sat.

"Y/n? are you okay?" is all he says before I break down crying and he wraps an arm around me. And an executive decision is made between the two of us that he's going to take me back to his for the night.

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In the taxi on the way back, I'm still crying and he still has an arm around me. "

what even happened? why are you crying?"

"Harry cheated on me" is all I can muster out before I'm a blubbering mess again

"I hate seeing you like this Y/n all I know right now is that he didn't deserve you, he never has but I've always been supportive of your relationship always been the shoulder to cry on because I'm your best friend and always will be here, and you know that"

And soon enough I'm on Brads sofa, with Brad laying down giving me a hug.

"you want to say something dont you?" I speak up breaking the silence between me and him. "yeah I do, and I don't care if it's the incorrect time, or what but I have to say it now, otherwise I never will, I dont like you y/n I love you, and I have for the longest time, and if you need time to heal I'm okay with that I can wait a little while longer for you darling" he says shocking me to my core, I will admit I always loved Brad, and I don't think I ever stopped not liking him I just think Harry was a distraction while I was away from him.

"oh brad, I love you too" Is the last thing I say before I'm pulled into a kiss from him and we make our way upstairs to his bed where we both reside for the night wrapped up in eachother and if we were to get stuck into each other as well, then that's nobody's business but our own

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KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

we're both awoken to a pounding on Brads door, so we both rush down and he answers it, revealing a disheveled Harry who looks like he hadn't slept. He tries to enter but brad pushes him back with the door "she doesn't want to speak to you Harry, You really fucked it this time" "please just hear me out y/n. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to cheat, I love you so so so so much"

"You made your choice Harry, please just go. I don't want you here, just please leave, be better on yourself" which I was met back with silence and then the turn of footsteps up brads gravel drive was all that could be heard.

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end.

#harry styles x y/n #harry styles fic #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #harry styles #harry styles angst #one direction #louis tomlinson #niall horan #brad simpson #bradley simpson #brad simpson x reader #the vamps #brad simpson imagine #brad simpson x y/n

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rune-writes · 10 months

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It was love at first sight

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

Word Count: 1401

Rating: G

Paring: Zack/Aerith

Summary: Zack and Aerith fell in love with each other and they don't quite know it yet

Note: written for @zerith-week. Day 1 prompt: Love at First Sight

Read on AO3.

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It was love at first sight.

Or so Zack thought. Hot and intense like the burning sun in the Gongagan desert that made his stomach knot and his heart pound so hard he thought it might burst. There was a skip in his step when he returned to Floor 63 that he had failed to notice until Kunsel rounded the corner and pointed it out.

“Are you lovestruck?” his friend asked as a way of greeting.

“Wha—huh!?”

Kunsel blinked, folded his arms, and cocked his head to the side. “Funny reaction you’ve got for a hand-off joke.”

There was no stopping the blush that quickly rose to his face, covering every inch from his neck all the way to his hairline. Even if Zack had managed to hide his face, his ears would have given it away. It was a funny feeling. Zack had never thought his blood would boil so much outside of the exhilaration of training and battlefields. But then it was excitement, not… mortification, that shook his core.

“Huh,” Kunsel muttered under his breath.

“You’ve got it wro—”

“You’ve got a funny grin and you were humming,” Kunsel went on. “And now you’re red.”

Zack shut down his grin.

“I was certain—well, almost certain anyway that you'd broken a bone or two that needed mending after the fall you took,” Kunsel added. “Gone for a day and a half and not a word to even your superiors. But I guess my worry was unwarranted.”

Zack opened his mouth, but whatever rebuttals that came to mind now sounded weak because he hadn’t told his superiors about surviving the fall—hadn’t even had a sliver of thought about it because after he woke up at the church on a bed of flowers with a girl with eyes like the brightest emeralds calling down from above, there had been no other thought to be had than how heavenly she had looked with the dappled morning sun shining from behind her.

An angel, he had thought and said so afterwards. He had been quite sure he’d been well on his way to the afterlife, but the angel had smiled and let out a soft, ticklish laugh.

“I’m Aerith,” she had said, and Zack had found himself stumbling over the edge and falling—falling into those bottomless pools of verdant green that brimmed with life.

And then he heard a snap, and he was back in the bright, stainless corridor of Shinra HQ. Kunsel had his fingers in front of Zack, his mouth curving halfway between a smirk and a frown. He decided to smirk as he leaned back on his heels.

“I see,” he said.

“What?” Zack asked, defensive.

“Well, I hope you enjoyed your time.”

“It's not—”

“I hope it lasts longer than your casual flings.”

“Hey—”

“Was she pretty?”

The prettiest girl to ever grace the Planet. But Zack wasn’t going to admit that. Not when Kunsel was enjoying this at his expense.

But Kunsel’s fun seemed to be nearing its end when he checked his watch, waved a carefree hand, and stepped around him. A resounding ding echoed in the silence and the elevator door opened. “Glad you survived the fall,” he said. “Introduce me to her some time.” And then he disappeared amongst the masses and into the waiting tube. The door closed after new passengers entered; the elevator flew down.

Uncanny, Zack thought, as though Kunsel had timed his assault and retreat so precisely. It left Zack speechless. How the guy had not made it to First Class was beyond him.

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It was love at first sight.

Or so Aerith thought. Like the spot of sunlight that came in through the broken roof of the church. Or the kiss of gentle breeze as she tended to the flowers in her garden. They swayed and danced, their yellow petals perking up at the touch of her hand or the slightest lilt in her voice as she hummed a verse she’d thought long forgotten. Warm and blissful, enveloping her in such a way that she felt safe.

She heard the steps, then looked up to see Elmyra approaching.

“Did something good happen today?” her foster mother asked.

Aerith fought to keep her smile from spreading wider. “Maybe,” she said.

Her mother tilted her head, tried to pry more from her, but Aerith wasn’t in the mood to share. At least, not today, not when this was only a budding feeling taking root in her heart. She’d wait; she’d have to see: how far he would go and how far he would come for her. He was SOLDIER. He came from a place she’d sworn to avoid. And yet, he’d felt different. He was like a ray of sunshine, so full of life and spirit, brighter even than the sun that graced her flowerbed. When she’d found him sprawled in her church, she had for sure thought he had died. But his chest had moved; his deep, steady breaths making his jet-black bangs slowly sway. The flowers said they had softened his fall, but even if that were so, any normal person wouldn’t have survived the high fall he’d taken (surely it had been more than a hundred meters; there was nothing above the church except the plates). Which only meant he wasn’t normal, and how right she was when he’d revealed to her that he worked for Shinra.

A twig snapped between Aerith’s fingers as she was pulling weeds from her flowerbeds.

For a person like that to pull her in, to ask her for a date and promise her another, to make her feel seen and safe even when they barely knew anything about one another.

Elmyra still stood on the steps leading to the garden. A soft smile had fallen over her features. She took the last few steps then crouched beside Aerith, helping her with her weeding.

“That's a nice ribbon you got,” Elmyra said. “Found it in the market?”

She did, though she probably wouldn’t have gotten it for herself. The pink ribbon Zack bought for her sat snugly on the back of her hair, decorating her otherwise plain braid.

“It looks nice on you.”

Aerith smiled.

“Seems like a nice person,” Elmyra tried again.

“He is.”

“He?”

Aerith met her mother’s gaze and found it crinkling. In joy? Interest? Either way, it made her mother a busy-body, and Aerith tried to brush it off with a scoff despite the heat rising to her cheeks.

“I would like to know about this boy who’s gotten my daughter into a bubbling mess.”

“It's not like that, mom, and I’m not bubbly,” Aerith said defensively, though she couldn’t quite keep the laugh out of her voice.

“You sure are. Other people might not notice, but you haven’t stopped smiling since you got home. And you were singing. I haven’t heard you sing since you started living here.”

“I was humming, not singing; there’s a difference," Aerith said. "And I still do, hum, mom."

“All right, all right.” Elmyra chuckled.

They finished weeding by the time the sun was about to set. The flowers washed over her with their scents: lilies, daffodils, cattails. She had to remember to pick some up for the orphanage tomorrow. Maybe Zack would come and give her a hand. But he was probably too busy. SOLDIER duties and all. He’d returned rather quickly that day because of a call he’d received. Still, Aerith couldn’t help imagining it: her introducing him to everyone—introducing him to Elmyra. She’d like him; Aerith was sort of sure.

“Well.” She abruptly stood up, swiping dirt and debris from the hem of her skirt. “I’m hungry.”

She gathered the weeds and twigs, her mother doing the same.

“I made some steak,” Elmyra said. “The butcher had some leftovers and sold me half the price. Said something about someone giving him too much meat to work with.”

That… might’ve been Zack. Someone had asked him to clear the path outside Sector 5, and he’d gotten carried away with it. He’d given the beasts to the butcher when the butcher showed the slimmest interest in acquiring them. Zack hadn’t accepted the money.

It’s a funny feeling, to have Zack served their table before she had officially introduced him to her mother. Her smile came unbidden. “Let’s go, then,” she said, and she returned to their house with a little skip in her step.

~ END ~

#zerithweek #zerith #zack fair #aerith gainsborough #zerithweek2023 #final fantasy #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #ffvii #ff7 #ff7 crisis core #fanfiction #ff fanfic #ff7 fanfic

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dresden-syndrome · 7 months

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Whumper: 16, 29; Whumpee: 50, 24, 6

Thank you for asking!! Sorry for being so late again🥺

I've had a really tough time last month but now I'm finally back on track💫

16) How possessive you are about your whumpee?

29) Did you know your whumpee before capturing them?

"Possessive isn't the right word, comrade. You wouldn't say "possessive" of any other property, would you? It's called being vigilant. You need it a lot in our work. One can't protect our country if he can't even protect his own belongings."

"My comrades in Czechoslovakia reported a riot in May '63 with some photos and tape records. There was a boy on a couple of them, standing at the top with that old bourgeois traitor flag. That was him. When the next uprising started - this time in Prague - I arrived there when our patrols were cleaning it up. There were crowds and crowds of corrupted capitalist parasites. Infesting the towns like invasive cockroach despite our Commander's best efforts.

That day I've seen him firsthand. He wasn't just some poor metal factory boy who listened to Radio Free Europe too much - it's a cold-blooded vicious enemy, with values of the West, trained to destroy. Look at him there for a second - it would be obvious. I've ordered to look out for that boy right then. Where there are vermin like him, there is destruction, revolt and decay. They cannot be cured - only put for the right use. That's what class 4 was made for.

Oh, it'd be a disrespect if I'd conceal from you, comrade. SB-7067 isn't only socially dangerous - he's particularly pretty as well. Incredibly pretty. A perfect state-supplied plaything."

-Erhardt Wilhelm Günther, Minister of the State Security

7/V-1964

6) Do your friends or family know you're here? Do you think they miss you?

24) How often does your whumper punish you? Why?

50) Share one of your happiest moment of freedom for us!

"The thing is, y'know - they all count me dead. That's it. You're sorted class 4 and from that there's no "you" anymore. Everyone say you're dead, the gov says you're dead, by law you cease to exist. I thought exactly like that back then. They all told me if you're gonna get class 4 it's a nine gram bullet to your head that awaits you. Even West radio said so. I get it why they did. The stuff they do to you, it's much worse than a bullet. It'd be an outrage if anybody found out.

I'm sure they miss me. Mom, dad, grandpa... I didn't know I'd miss them so much... My friends as well. They were all with me in the underground, I've seen half of them snatched. Chances are the rest were caught too. I don't want to imagine what they're going through. If only I could do anything about it...

I love them all but... after all of that i wish they'd rather forget me. I don't want anyone to see me like that."

"What did Günther "punish" me for? For talking back, for not doing exact what he said, for resisting anything, for asking wrong questions, for snacking on his food or drinks, for getting out of bed at night, for not studying Marxism-Leninism enough, for not cleaning room or office enough, for speaking Czech, for hiding, for running... Can I just say "for anything"? And of course when he just feels like it. Fucking sadist. Not surprising he made such a career."

"Happy moments in my life? Let me think... It'll be quite a lot. Wouldn't say life was any easy, but when you're locked for life, it's like... almost everything before counts as a happy moment.

For what I miss really much - definitely the summer of '62. Me, Evžen, Martin, other guys, we had so much fun back then. Everything was calm, no martial law, no curfews, no patrols out there. Not gonna lie, we already knew the government was shit, we snuck out to listen to radio in the woods without fear of getting caught somehow. I could just lie on the grass, maybe with the boys, or with Evžen alone, counting the clouds and snacking on the berries we picked along the way. In these moments you think like, hey, everything's gonna be fine, life's a great thing! I know it sounds so funny but me and Evžen dreamed of sneaking off to Austria and starting a new life there. We even discussed how tasty Austrian chocolate would be... Silly, isn't it?

... May I ask you for a small favor? If you ever see him anywhere, could you please send him a little bar of Austrian chocolate? If you have any, of course. Just don't tell him who it was from. Don't say anything about me. And try to give it in secret - having Western goods can get anyone arrested. Except those in high government of course.

-Class 4 subject SB-7067 (Radím Štušek)

7/V-1964

#whump #whump community #whumpblr #historical whump #military whump #pet whump #whump oc #whump drabble #whump ideas #possessive whumper #creepy whumper #whump ask #ask answered

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whump-side · 1 year

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I posted 156 times in 2022

63 posts created (40%)

93 posts reblogged (60%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@whump-side

@imperfection-you-will-find

@leyswhumpdump

@animewhumpydoo

@callaeidae3

I tagged 147 of my posts in 2022

Only 6% of my posts had no tags

#ask - 50 posts

#whump - 42 posts

#whumptober2022 - 25 posts

#whump art - 20 posts

#old stuff - 19 posts

#anon - 13 posts

#other's whump art - 13 posts

#oc: rapunzel - 7 posts

#whump prompts - 7 posts

#whump ask game - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 96 characters

#so my only way to go back to my fav whump moment was either to borrow the manga from the library

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Everyone loves some good ol' riding double on a horse with injured whumpee; what about a modern take on the trope with whumpee slumped against their friend on the back of a motorcycle? I can picture your secret agent characters making their escape that way after a mission gone wrong

Yes, yes, yes !!! Now I need to draw that! Thanks for the idea Anon !! :D

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#4

I was thinking about the hidden injury trope lately and you know what's equally good? The opposite of that: Whumpee being open and honest about their injuries. They're aware they're gonna need to bother Caretaker, but they also know that dealing with their injuries on their own is a bad idea. If things get worse, it's gonna make Caretaker's job more complicated eventually.

106 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

#3

When the weather gets colder, Birb people migrate to their secondary home in a warmer place. But due to Birb's condition and the fact he's still in hiding, they have to stay in Caretaker's primary home. Birb's immune system isn't what used to be after what he's been through. He often gets sick, especially now that it gets cold outside. While it's nothing too serious, being sick is never a pleasant experience for Birb, but thankfully for him, he has always Caretaker by his side.

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#2

FEBUWHUMP 2022 DAY 13: won’t regain consciousness

342 notes - Posted February 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Everything is alright now

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#these stats are so wrong oof #20 whump art post is for the past half year x)#anyway still sharing bcz it's fun!

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chidoroki · 1 year

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182 Days of TPN - Day 70

Chapter 70: “Hide-And-Seek”

No way could I ever blame Lucas for being so worried. He’s finally getting the chance to receive an answer to the question that’s been burning in the back of his mind for over a decade and he’s gonna be faced with either instant relief or regret and the anticipation has this poor man is shaking.

Thankfully Emma is the bearer of good news and this drives the dude to some very happy tears.

Okay but how does Yuugo end up with one of the black gloves if Lucas was wearing both when they separate? Does he go back and take it off the ripped off arm (if Leuvis disposes of it instead of eat it) or and I forgetting something completely? It could be the first idea since Yuugo does end up with the plaid vest that one of the other Glory Bell kids was originally wearing, but I honestly can’t remember at the moment.

Honestly a miracle that Lucas didn’t die here. Dude had to have lost a hella lot of blood thanks to that missing arm. And the wound on his face.

Aside from the obvious “I wish we knew more about this character,” I would’ve liked to just see their entire character design. With how great all the other GP characters look, I’m sure I would’ve loved it, especially with that braid of theirs.

I couldn’t imagine staying in one place for thirteen years without ever being able to go outside. (Lucas would excel at quarantine). At least Yuugo left the shelter every so often to hunt for food, though he was far more lonely.

There’s just so much pain.. all that grief, guilt, hopelessness, on top of the scary reality of the world he’s doomed to live in. Lucas truly is so strong in every way imaginable for holding on this long and still have the energy to strive for the children to have a better life.

Forget what I said about Lucas not leaving the windmill because he obviously had to go out and recruit the children himself, right? But that just raises more questions for me, like did he go out and ask every kid if they wanted to revolt against the demons or did he perhaps just send Oliver or one of the other kids to do it or what?

Lucas is having such a lucky day, from finding out his best friend is still alive to finally learning why WM has asked the kids to journey to A08-63 in the first place.

Big props to Yuugo for willingly heading straight back into his worst nightmare, all to save one girl he doesn’t even care for that much at the moment.

Favorite panel/moment:

It’s only been one day and my boy is still as pissed off as ever. Gonna be quite some time before we see him again too but the wait will be worth it.

End of volume 8.

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

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wheredafandomat · 2 years

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I have a request! I hope u like it and find it worthy of writing...😅

With 63, 54 and 30

loki and y/n who are bestfriends friends....and with loki flirting with all the women except her...it hurts her and she goes to her room to cry about her situation while reading the confession letter she had written to loki...years ago...in her absent-minded state she leaves the letter on the bed and goes to have a bath to freshen up...and when she's done she walks in with loki reading her letter...confessions happen and smut ensues 💗😏

Ps it's my first time requesting anything to any writer...so I don't know how helpful this all was for u 😭

Ooo I’ve taken your writer request virginity 😂😂 hope you enjoy it!

#63: “you’re so adorable. Aww, don’t hide your face/don’t cover up.”

#54: “you’re mine, understand? Mine!”

#30: “you’re so cute when you’re nervous.”

You told yourself that you’d be fine, that the feelings you had for Loki wouldn’t ruin your friendship, that you wouldn’t get upset but you couldn’t help the way it stung watching him flirting with practically every woman tonight. You kept ordering cocktails hoping that the sweet concoction would numb the pain of Loki noticing every woman but you however if anything, the alcohol only made it worse. You almost spat your drink out when you watched him dancing with a woman, a woman who looked absolutely stunning, a woman who wasn’t you. When your eyes met, he offered you a smile before excusing himself from her and making his way towards you. You tried to keep your breathing even as he stepped towards you in his crisp tuxedo.

“Hey, you promised me a dance.” He smiled as he sat on the barstool next to yours.

“Mm.” You hummed, looking down at your glass.

“What’s the matter?” He asked, tilting your head towards him. “Why’s my darling sad?” He asked with a frown.

“I’m not.” You lied “just tired.” You dismissed, standing up. You couldn’t take this anymore, it was unbearable. He used such terms so lightly never knowing the affect it had on you. His darling, as if.

“Coming back to dance?” A woman interrupted, touching Lokis chest.

“Night Loki.” You spoke, turning to leave.

“Y/n wait.” He called after you but you didn’t hear it, you just kept walking, your pace quickening as tears began brimming in the corners of your eyes. Why was life so unfair?

When you made it to your room, you collapsed against the bed in a fit of tears. Why couldn’t you end up with the prince, why couldn’t you have a happy ending? Why couldn’t Loki feel for you the way you felt for him? You sniffled, reaching under your mattress for the letter you wrote Loki a while back confessing your feelings. You were about to go on a dangerous mission and didn’t want to risk potentially dying or ending up in the hospital without telling him how you felt. Thankfully you came back home fine but it meant you had to quickly retrieve the letter and hide it, unable to find it in yourself to destroy it. You read over the words, your passion no less than they were the day you wrote them. It made you cry harder.

As your tears began to subside, you vowed to yourself that you’d simply try and get over him. You’d dismiss all your feelings for him that were beyond platonic. You weren’t going to admit your feelings and clearly he didn’t like you so there was no point wallowing. Sobered up slightly, you decided you’d have a bath before going to bed and forgetting this whole night. Standing up, you made your way towards your en-suite.

“Y/n, y/n?” Loki called, knocking your door but there was no answer. “Are you alright? I’ve brought you a bottle of water and some leftovers I found in the fridge incase you’re hungry.” He spoke but there was still no answer. He grew slightly worried considering your haste earlier on. Better safe than sorry he thought before he turned the doorknob and opened the door revealing nothing but your empty bed. Where were you? He thought as he stepped further into the room before something caught his attention. His gaze focused on the letter on the bed and the large—

To Loki

Written at the top. He placed the things in his hand down before picking up the letter and beginning to read.

“Norns.” He gasped quietly as he read the words.

I love

“LOKI!” You gasped in shock, opening the bathroom door as your eyes landed on Loki who was standing next to your bed. “You gave me a frig—” you began before your eyes drifted to the letter in his hands. “I can explain!”

“Y/n.” He spoke soothingly as you panicked, your lip beginning to tremble. How could you have been so stupid? Once again, tears were falling down your cheeks as the world around you came crumbling down. Before you could even register what was happening, Loki was taking long strides towards you before he placed his hands on your cheeks.

“I’m sorry.” You choked out, not too sure what to say.

“Calm down okay.” He tried to soothe, kissing the top of your head but you couldn’t be consoled. He felt your tears dampening his hands. Despite the situation, he couldn’t help his smile. For so long he had liked you but never in a million years thought that you ever liked him back. Reading that letter was the best thing that could have possibly happened to him. You loved him. You actually loved him back. “Y/n stop!” He spoke, raising his voice slightly to get you out of your trance. Eyes widening, you really took in your situation. You were standing in just a towel whilst Loki had his hands on your cheeks. Wait, did he just kiss your head? He wasn’t angry?

“Loki I—” you began.

“I love you too.” He finally confessed causing you to gulp.

“W-what?” You stuttered.

“I love you too, always have darling.” He grinned before brushing his lips against yours leaving you smiling sheepishly as he broke the kiss to wipe your tears. “You’re so adorable.” He teased causing you to try and turn your head away. “Aww, don’t hide your face.”

“Stoppp.” You giggled slightly, wiping your tears yourself.

“I have one question.” He paused, his expression stern. “Do I actually make you nervous?” He asked, having read your confessions in the letter.

“Sometimes.” You answered honestly with a small chuckle.

“Like when?” He delved, amused.

“Like in the training room.” You smiled “When you get that competitive look. It makes me both nervous and turned on.” You giggled.

“So that’s why you always try and avoid my eyes when we’re sparring.” He figured. You hummed in response. “Aww, you’re so cute when you’re nervous.” He smiled, leaning down to kiss you again.

“Cute and adorable, not the look I was going for.” You joked, breaking the kiss.

“And what would you prefer?” He smirked, eyes darkening. “Alluring, sexy?”

“That works.”

“Mm, I bet it does.” He continued to smirk as his finger found where your towel was tied. “I’m sure you’re even sexier underneath this.”

“So much sexier.” You snickered, wrapping your arms around him as you pulled him into another kiss, your body flush against his as your towel pooled on the floor. Lokis hands roamed over your nude body as you kissed feverishly. “Too many clothes.” You whined before Loki rid himself from his constraints with a click of his fingers, body against yours within moments. You gasped as you felt his erection against you. You were quick to push him back, falling above him when he went crashing against your bed. You settled above him, grinding your hips against his as he helped guide your movements. Raising your hips, you prompted Loki to enter you. He raised his hips slightly, guiding his cock towards your entrance before you lowered yourself back down. Loki began thrusting his hips upwards, you moaning above him as you bounced. You steadied yourself with your hands on his chest before your climax overcame you leaving you collapsing against him.

Once you were both sated, you rested your head on Lokis chest whilst he drew circles with his finger on your arm.

“I was about to give up on you Loki, on us.” You admitted.

“And seek comfort elsewhere?” He teased.

“Yeah.” You chuckled.

“Well none of that now, you’re mine, understand. Mine.”

#loki x reader #loki drabble #loki laufeyson smut #loki fanfic #loki x y/n

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coffee-at-annies · 6 months

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63?

63. Flu Game by Fall Out Boy

Genuinely didn’t think there was any FOB this low on the playlist but I guess it makes sense since they’re all over this thing.

This one is trade fic. If I wanted to really hurt myself I’d write contract-gate-tanger-or-geno-don’t-stay-fic. But I don’t like reading those so why would I write one. I went back and forth on whether this was about Teddy/Jars or Flower and you picked Flower when I asked.

I guess to you now, I'm just a face in the crowd/ Oh, God, kindly please, would you kill me now?/ Late at night in my room, lie awake, think of you/ And all your little dooms

So since this is trade/breakup fic, imagine if you will, Flower that first year in Vegas - lying in his brand new bed, in his brand new city, playing for his brand new team - thinking about Matty back in Pittsburgh - in Flower’s net, starting for for Flower’s team. They definitely fucked during the two cups runs and it was bad and good and overwhelming and everything in between.

Last night I dreamt I still knew you/ Youuuuuuuu/ I carved out a place in this world for two/ But it's empty without you

Who is Flower now? What flora flourishes in the desert? Is that who he is now? A fucking cactus? All prickly and hurt and hurting others. Fuck that. Pittsburgh might be done with him but hockey isn’t and he’s going to make them - make Matty - regret it.

I got all this love I've got to keep to myself/ All this effort to make it look effortless/ All this love I've got to keep to myself/ All this effort to make it look effortless

He’s got a goddamned chip on his shoulder but he’s not the only one in the locker room with one and the team understands. They see where he’s hurting and how he’s hiding it and they get it. They support it. Support him. No one wanted them but at least they want each other. That bond leads to some fucking beautiful hockey, the kind nobody excepts from them, not the forgotten and the misfits.

He puts the team on his shoulders and smiles like his lungs aren’t full of thorns. Like there isn’t poison he’s swallowing with all the words he doesn’t say. He puts the team on his shoulders and they win they win they win.

Confront all the pain like a gift under the tree/ Oh, please, I can't be who you need me to be/ I grind in the sunshine, grind in the rain/ So real that I feel fakе

Then Pittsburgh comes to town. Pittsburgh comes and there Matty is in his net behind his team and oh it hurts. It hurts watch Sid’s across the faceoff dot or block a shot from Tanger at the point. It hurts to see Matty across the ice instead of on the bench backing him up.

After every whistle he wants to scream. Scream that it wasn’t supposed to be this way. He was supposed to retire a Penguins - penguins for life the way Geno promised Sid. It was supposed to be him and Matty backing the team to the threepeat and instead it’s him across the ice feeling the hollowness of facing his best friends and his former lover for the first time outside of practice and international play.

I got all this love I've got to keep to myself/ All this effort to make it look effortless/ Got all this love I've got to keep to myself/ All this effort to make it look effortless

But no - there’s hockey to play and he refuses to let the world see him falter. He can’t imagine what the homecoming to Pittsburgh will be like. What it’ll mean to skate to the visitors net at PPG Paints. He won’t let them see him flinch. He knows they’re looking. Sid’s pleased-to-see-him-but-concerned eyes following him around during warmups before he shut that part of himself away like the competitive bastard he is.

One day, every candle's gotta run out of wax/ One day, no one will remember me when they look back/ I can't stop, can't stop 'til we catch all your ears, though/ Somewhere between Mike Tyson and Van Gogh, oh, oh

They get close that year. Nobody expects them to make it to the playoffs the first year, let alone the finals but they do it. They fall just short, to the capitals of all the fucking teams. Geno may be happy for his countryman when he’s done licking his wounds but Marc won’t ever be so forgiving. So close to his third cup in three years and the immortality that comes with it and he wasn’t fucking enough.

I carved out a place in this world for two/ But it's empty without you

At the end of the day he’s still going home to his empty house and his empty bed and thinking about everything he lost.

Send me a number 1-100 + a pairing and I will tell you what song it corresponds to on my Spotify wrapped AND give you a 5 sentence summary of a fic based on that song

#asks answered #podcasts-8-my-heart #minor #flower/muzz #it disappeared in the flower trade angst and I didn’t feel like getting it back #flower #rpf mention #my fic #so yeah this started as breakup fic and transformed into breakup angst #god just when I think I’m done with my flower feelings I find the ground is soft and why not use the shovel thats conviently off to the side

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fated2loveu · 6 months

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Question 1-30 for kiyo and 31-70 for dai~

Kiyoharu & Daichi

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

Parents passed away a long time ago. At the time it wasn’t the best.

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

Dai, when I left to run errands earlier today.

03: Do you regret anything?

Everything, well not everything, mostly not effectively communicating what I really felt and thought to the person who meant the most to me. For letting fear scare me into hiding instead of talking.

04: Are you insecure?

Yes.

05: What is your relationship status?

Divorced

06: How do you want to die?

Surrounded by people I love. Hopefully of old age. Or spontaneous death…..

07: What did you last eat?

Ramen

08: Played any sports?

A little baseball years ago.

09: Do you bite your nails?

Occasionally

10: When was your last physical fight?

3 years ago…..

11: Do you like someone?

Yes.

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

Many times

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

Yes

14: Do you miss someone?

Always

15: Have any pets?

No

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

Conflicted, without purpose.

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

Yeah sure.

18: Are you scared of spiders?

No

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

Yes

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

I don’t remember…… the bridge? The house?

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

Take the kids and visit the zoo.

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

I have 5 part time. I’m happy with what I have.

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

Yes, several

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

History

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

Everyday

26: What are you craving right now?

Pizza and sushi?

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

Regrettably

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

Don’t know of any?

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

Yes….. regrettably

30: What’s irritating you right now?

Me.

31: Does somebody love you?

No clue.

32: What is your favourite color?

Purple?

33: Do you have trust issues?

Depends on what it is.

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

The kids mainly Toki playing in the snow.

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

Yuuki?

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

No

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

Forgive. Memories last.

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

Not quite.

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

13?

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

Yes

51: Favourite food?

Tacos!

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

I know….. why things happen

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

Orange juice.

54: Is cheating ever okay?

No, but I’ve had compassion for drunken mistakes or blinded moments.

55: Are you mean?

No

56: How many people have you fist fought?

2?

57: Do you believe in true love?

Yes

58: Favourite weather?

Spring

59: Do you like the snow?

Sure….

60: Do you wanna get married?

It’s a little late in life to want it

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

Depends

62: What makes you happy?

Children laughing

63: Would you change your name?

No

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

Uh…. Yeah

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

Don’t have one?

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

No

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

Emi

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

Kiyo

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

I believe soulmates can be formed

70: Is there anyone you would die for

My family

#yuukixkiyo #yuukixdai

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inthemaelstrom · 8 months

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Moving on, still dowsing

Here I am on Tumblr, too cheap to keep paying for my old blog on Typepad, now that I've decided that I don't want to monetize the things I enjoy enough to keep a "professional" blog. I still hope to go back to making books again, once I've had a chance to heal up from spinal surgery I had in April, and I'll probably never stop writing, but whether it's poetry or fiction or fanfiction or blogs or essays or political rants, I leave up to chance. I turned 63 in June, and while I hope to keep working for a while yet, because I've got a great job with a lot of flexibility, who knows how long that will last either.

I hope what you'll see here, eventually, is a bit of my creative output: artist's books, poems, links (maybe) to the various kinds of fiction I've been writing, and my thoughts on what the fuck is wrong with people. Oh yes. There will be swearing. Sometimes that's the only way to express what's inside, a good four-letter word. Take yourself elsewhere if that offends you. This is not the blog you're looking for. Move along.

So who am I?

Nobody special. I’ve been any number of things in my life—former wannabe marine biologist, servant of physicists, word wrangler, exploited vagabond scholar, New York City’s secret lover, union activist, accused lesbian, novelist, unapologetic science, tech, and Star Wars geek and Trekker, uncloseted fanfic writer, dilettante book artist, believer in the apocalypse—but through all of that, I’ve been a poet. No matter what else I do or think or believe or what labels I wear, I know that poems are the best single delivery system of emotional bombs, the kind that blow off the masks we all hide behind, if only for a moment, and only to ourselves.

I'm back in Brooklyn, where I started out when I first moved to New York in 1986. Now I'm near the bay, where I can see the ships go by and it's dark enough to see Orion overhead in the winter. I live alone, with my cat. Yeah, go ahead, stereotype that. I'm having a great life. The best part of it is I have ceased to give a fuck what other people who are not my friends and loved ones think of me. I have a fantastic family of choice, some of whom I've known since elementary school, and only a few for less than 10 years. The cat? Miss Bean is a stray some asshole left in her carrier on the street with the door open. She's got serious attitude and a scream like a panther. Some days I can see why they threw her out; but nobody deserves that. And she's learning, after almost five years, to love snuggling. Her cat tree does not have a sign on it that reads "Fort Asshole" for nothing though.

That could be hanging on my front door too, so that's fair enough.

#introductory post #hello tumblr #not a newbie

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