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hellsburners · 1 year

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best mistake

summary: you're new york's hero: spider-man. your roommate peter is the brains behind it all and the love of your life and he doesn't even know it. pairing: tasm!peter parker x male reader word count: 1.6k warnings: unprotected s3x, blowjobs, casual hooking up. a/n: i'm back? (based on this amazing prompt)

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Peter hears a loud thud from his window. It was dark outside, the clock on his desk reading past midnight, the city more quiet.

He peers on the glass, a dark figure resting its head on the pane. He gently lifts the window, your body slumping on his arms, your face bruised and bloody. He carries you to the bed, your suit all tattered and dirtied. Peter runs to the bathroom to get a basin of warm water and a towel.

He takes his time to wipe the blood from your face, gently wiping it on your soft skin, and brushing your hair away from your face. His eyes wander to your face, a familiar one, a face he’s seen ever since he was a kid, but now much older.

He takes the medical kit under his bed, gently moving you so he can remove your ruined suit. His calloused skater hands brush your chest with the damp cloth, scrubbing away the dried blood crusting your wounds. He applied a salve on some of the cuts to prevent infection, the bigger gashes he stitched.

The two of you have been doing this for eight years now. You, the web-slinger, protector of the city, while Peter, the brains behind your crusade. He came up with the idea of making the web-shooters, his bio-engineer degree with your experience as a research scientist in aerophysics helped hand-in-hand in keeping the city safe.

You turned in your sleep, groaning from the pain. “Hey, easy up tiger your wounds are still fresh,” he said, helping you prop yourself up on his bed.

“How long have I passed out?” you said, noticing your suit was pulled down to your waist.

“Just a couple of minutes,” he said. “Saw you on the TV.”

“Yeah, that Electro guy short-circuited my web-shooters,”

“About that, I sketched up a new prototype that could be resistant to his attacks,” he said, gesturing at his messy table with his new creation. “I also made some tweaks on the web fluid, I increased the tensile strength so they can withstand greater velocities.”

Peter’s eyes glimmered as he talked about the new shooters. Your mouth lifted into a smile as he continued to ramble. “What do you think?” he said, “Did you even listen?”

“Yeah—increased tensile strength blah blah,” you uttered. “How’s the job hunt by the way?”

“Terrible. I did sell some pictures to the bugle,” he said. “Jameson gave me $350.”

“$350? That’s not even enough for groceries and the electricity bill.”

“Well it’s better than nothing,” he said, taking his glasses off. “I saw Gwen earlier.”

Oh. Peter’s high school ex. You diverted your gaze away from his, finding the city lights outside the window was a distraction. You felt your chest tighten, your heartbeat much louder.

For the fifteen years you’ve known Peter Parker, you’ve also fallen in love with him. The two of you have shared some casual encounters here and there but you knew it was never serious. So the idea of him meeting his greatest love made you uncomfortable.

Peter noticed the way your attention left his, your eyes hooded as you stared far away. He noticed your hand clutch on the sheets, your jaw clenched. “She got engaged recently,” your muscles relaxing. Oh, you said. “Yeah, to some rich socialite from the Upper East Side.”

“Good for her,” you whispered.

“Have you thought about something like that?”

“Marrying a rich man?” you chuckled.

“No, just marrying,” he uttered, the corner of his lips lifting north. His fingers trace your skin, drawing circles. You let him.

“Not at all. I guess I’m gonna be broke my whole life,” you try to get up, your back betraying you. You stagger for a bit, your hand finding Peter’s shoulder for stabilization. He stands as well, his large hands around your bare waist.

Your breaths were close—too close. You could feel his heat, his warm musky scent, his brown eyes set on yours. He bends his spine so he can reach your face closer, his pink lips hovering off yours.

You pull back, clearing your throat in the process. “I’m gonna go get a drink.”

“Yeah, sure,” he coughs.

You walk to the kitchen, holding onto your wounded torso. Peter’s eyes dropped to your underwear-clad ass, his cheeks blushed from the shame. Stop ogling your best friend Peter.

You find the fridge bare of any beverage, you turn your head back to see Peter staring at your ass, his face absent of any expression.

“Stop staring at my ass!” you shouted, throwing a kitchen cloth at him. “Plus, where’s all the beer.”

“I was not!” he shouted back. “And I think I drank all of it.”

You let out a sigh. You found a can of Coke on the bottom shelf of the fridge. You jumped to sit on the kitchen counter, your legs dangling off the linoleum countertop. The liquid sizzles as you chug it, the brown syrupy consistency dripping from the side of your mouth to your bare chest.

Fuck it. Peter walks to the kitchen, joining you. “If you want to seduce me you could just say it.”

“Seduce you?” you laughed. “And why would I do that?”

Your legs wrap around his waist. He takes the can from your hand, drinking the rest of it before placing it on the counter. “Because you’re like that, always making sure I can see that ass around,” he whispers to your neck.

Your head falls back from his kisses, your hands spread behind you for stability. He pulls your underwear off, your erection pointing north. He licks a strip underneath, you shudder from the sudden sensation.

He wrapped his long fingers around it, stroking it with his saliva, the only thing you could let out was a moan. He lifted you up the counter so your legs were mounted on his shoulders. He takes his digits inside his mouth, lubing it before pressing it into your hole.

“Fuck,” you moaned.

“Feel good, huh?” he said. His fingers curl up inside you, teasing your sensitive spot. Your body winces from the sensation, your legs automatically closing on his head. He strokes your erection again, simultaneously stimulating your prostate. The combined sensation made your legs weak, and your arms almost collapsing. “To be honest, you’re the only one I do this to, Spidey.”

“Liar,” you let out a groan. “I know you kicked yourself over and over for not bagging Gwen.”

His grip on your cock tightened, his fingers went deeper. “Aw, are you jealous of her?”

“You lost your virginity to me asshole,” you whimper. “I get to ride that dick, not her.”

“Ride?” he chuckles. He pulls back, his hands wet with spit. “Go at it then. Ride me.”

The two of you were in his bed now. Peter sitting on the bed as you sucked him off. His hand found your head, running it through your hair. “Fuck baby,” he moans.

Your head bobs on his tip, your tongue licking around his head as you take him in. Your free hand was stroking his length, it was long enough that it was actually difficult to take him all in your throat.

“Fuck the blowjob, just ride me please,” he whimpers.

“I was preparing it you dick,” you said. “I can’t fit all that without some lube.”

You straddle his legs, aligning his tip against your hole. Your hands find his broad shoulders for support. The two of you moan from the contact. You hole slowly taking his length in. Peter shuddered from the warmth enveloping his erection. He cursed, he could cum from this alone.

You looked beautiful, Peter thought. Your hips moving against his sex, your eyes lidded, and your mouth agape, the sweetest moans leaving your lips. It was a sight he could look at forever. He takes your faces to his lips pressing them together. You let out soft whimpers, Peter blushes from the sounds.

“It’s too fucking big,” you groan.

“You can take it, baby, please, do it for me,” Peter moans.

He was a mess, you thought. All sweaty and red. He didn’t have the enhanced stamina you had. Your hands fall on his toned abdomen, your fingers finding the ridges underneath his shirt. You moved your hips up and down his length, your brows furrowing from the amount of pressure on your behind.

Peter stroked your erection as you continued riding him. His mouth was agape as your eyes locked on each other. You pulled him to you, your arms around his head as you quickened your pace. Your hips gyrated on his cock with such swiftness Peter’s cock felt like it was being bombarded with so much stimuli he could combust into flames.

“Shit, I’m close–”

“Me too, Peter,” you moan. “Cum in me.”

“You sure?” he said. You nod against the whimpers.

Peter rocks his hips against your ass, gripping onto the mounds of flesh. Your body draws out the pleasure from him as you move your hips. He could let out curses, pleading for release. From the same beat of your movement, the two of you let out your climax, your own release covering his torso as he filled you.

You lay in bed catching your breath. “This was probably bad for your stitches,” he said, his brown hair drenched.

“Yeah, I think I tore it again,” you breathed heavily.

It was probably a mistake. For you to continue this charade with Peter. To exchange bodily pleasure knowing your heart beat only for him, but it was a mistake you were ready to commit over and over again.

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thefrontofmymind · 1 year

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ex!reader x matty healy ig blurb

FC: Heather Baron-Gracie

a/n: added on blurb

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rass1975 via instagram stories:

yninstagram via instagram stories:

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yninstagram we look kewl

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ynfan1 OMG YN AND MATTYYYYY

ynfriend sexy beasts xxx

>trumanblack thanks xxx

ynfan2 the goth council has come together to decide all our fates

bedforddanes pale bitches x

>yninstagram ill fuck u up

trumanblack im cool. yn did my makeup, its cool.

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1975fan1 i am frothing at the mouth rn

yninstagram fit

1975fan2 i so wish i was at this party it looks so cool

rass1975 Yeah yeah. You look cool get over it

yninstagram shut up i'm busy

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ynfan1 so prettyyyyy

ynfan2 I LOVE THIS

trumanblack fit

>yninstagram didn’t i just fucking tell you to shut up?

1975ynfan1 ok loving this tension,,,,

1975ynfan2 wait is that matty’s guitar???

>1975fan1 OMG I THINK YOURE RIGHT

nme Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Dirty Hit Records ushers in a new era, with the addition of YN on their roster. This news comes after apparent months of negotiation (and close friend of Matty Healy on her side!) New interview in our next issue!

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1975ynfan1 this has totally convinced me that theyre together why tf would they do a whole photoshoot together if they weren’t

ynfan1 am i the only one who doesn’t like the way they worded this? Like she’s such a good artist, the fact that she’s friends with Matty doesn’t mean anything! She got that record deal on her own merit

1975ynfan2 omg they both look so hot in this

1975fan1 goth parents

yninstagram throwback to when we were allowed outside

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ynfan1 where are you quarantining queen???

>yninstagram with a close friend babyyyy

ynfan2 so sad you had to postpone the tour :((( i was going to toronto

ynfan3 will the new album be postponed too??

>yninstagram hopefully not. Still set for later on in the year ❤️❤️

ynundates yn today performing at Reading Festival!!!

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ynfan1 ok so we haven’t seen her in TWO YEARS and she’s back and a platinum blonde????

ynfan2 newalbumsoonnewalbumsoonnewalbumsoon

>ynfan3 ikr SO PUMPED

ynfan4 did anyone catch a video of when she said something like ‘im in a different place now than when i wrote all these love songs’ and then i didnt hear the end of what she said???

>ynupdates its on our page! The full quote is “I’m in a very different place than when I wrote all of those love songs. Me and him aren’t together now so…Expect a breakup album soon!”

>ynfan5 omg poor yn :(( (though i wonder who she’s talking aboutttt)

yninstagram officially here to tell you that blondes don’t always have more fun. and i’m on tour in North America in three months get ready.

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ynfan1 AAHHH SEEING YOU IN NEW YORK

>yninstagram SEE U THERE BB

ynfan2 PLEASE come to asia!!

ynfan3 when is the album???

>yninstagram beginning of next year!!

ynfan4 yn looks so pretty with black OR blonde hair!!

yninstagram first show lets go

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ynfan1 the COOLEST fit

bedforddanes good luck mate.

>yninstagram thanks mate.

ynfan2 cant wait to see you in Milwaukee!!

1975ynfan1 does anyone else think its weird that yn and the 1975’s tours match up cities like 4 times???

>1975ynfan2 probably just a coincidence, there’s only so many cities in america

>1975ynfan1 idk its just yn and matty havent interacted in so long and it seems like theyve both gone through private breakups recently,,,,got me thinking

>ynfan3 maybe not the best to speculate on people’s private lives?? Lets just leave them to it?

yninstagram new single out now. Not Another Rockstar. its cool.

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ynfan1 omg wait the caption??? Is that a matty reference???

>ynfan2 idkkkk IM HERE FOR THE DRAMAAA

ynfan3 yn is straight up ethereal

charli_xcx so proud of youuuuu

>yninstagram Xxx

yninstagram london r u ready??

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ynfan1 so jealous im not there!!!

ynfan2 obsessed with this makeup!!

pollymoney looking lush!!

ynfan3 come to nz!

rollingstone “Growing into different people can hurt, but it’s always the way of life, we just have to move on” - YN talks touring post-covid and new album! Link in bio!

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yninstagram thank you for having me.

ynfan1 need to punch whoever she was talking about with the quote in the article ‘I was badly hurt by my ex, he’s said some horrid things about me when I thought our breakup was pretty amicable.’

ynfan2 i remember when yn was just starting out and now look at her!!

ynfan3 mother was mothering in this shoot

yninstagram what happens on tour, stays on tour. this includes going to bed at a reasonable hour and being on vocal rest for 20 hours of the day.

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ynfan1 saw you in Lisbon!! Best concert ive ever been to!!

ynfan2 omg obsessed with that top…

1975adam the joys of tour life hey?

>yninstagram dont i know it?

yninstagram new album, Nothing Matters, is out tomorrow. this is such a personal album for me, showing the deepest parts of myself.

To you (you know)

Even though we spent months tearing each other apart, and we’ve both said some questionable things in retaliation, you know I’ll always hold you in my heart. I was at my best with you and I hope one day we can reach a point when we can be friends. I miss you and all the funny things you tell me when you stoned off your nut and barely knew how to speak anymore.

Thank you, darling. For everything.

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charli_xcx beautiful album baby. top of 2023!

ynfriend love it!!

rass1975 well done mate. Its a good’un

trumanblack love it.

>yninstagram x

#matty healy x reader #matty healy blurb #matty healy imagine

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harryshairclippy · 1 year

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I just realized there is absolutely no way I would be able to make an end of the year fic rec because it would just be tooooo long. I'm splitting things up for the first half of the year!!

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Fucking shit motherfucker fuck.

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#everyone on here is so talented <3333 #would recommend

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bullet-prooflove · 2 years

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Terry Bruno Masterlist

Good Morning - Terry wakes up and he's not alone.

Distracted - Terry gets distracted thinking about your relationship

Vacation Days (NSFW) - Terry gives you the vacation you deserve.

Jealous - Terry doesn't get jealous...

Adore (NSFW) - Terry adores you.

Say It Again - Terry almost loses you.

Honey - Your kisses are sweet like honey.

A Sinking Ship - Terry worries about the stress you're under.

Going To War - Terry and you discuss the potential consquences of his whistleblowing.

3am - Terry's awake at 3am.

Polish Up Real Nice - You have no idea how much your words mean to Terry.

Ferris Wheel - Terry doesn't expect to as much fun as he does.

Armour - Terry struggles with vulnerability.

Rose (NSFW) - You help Terry cope with the death of his ex-wife.

Day & Night - Terry takes care of you after a stint undercover.

Cowboy!Terry:

The Ranch - You fell in love with Terry underneath the stars in Montana.

Whiskey Kisses - You and Terry share your first kiss after a whiskey tasting event.

Memorable (NSFW) - You make your first time with Terry memorable.

Montana - Terry recieves a holiday card in the mail.

Spousal Privilege - Terry becomes your accomplice and your husband.

Wish You Were Here (NSFW) - You and Terry celebrate your first wedding anniversary.

Affair!Terry:

The Day We Met - It's a case of wrong place, wrong time when Terry meets his soulmate.

Giddy - Terry decides to cross a line.

Call It Fate - Terry can't help himself (NSFW)

Ruin (NSFW) - You've ruined Terry for anyone else including his wife.

You & Only You (NSFW) - It's you Terry thanks about.

Quarter Past Midnight - Terry isn't ready to go home.

My Place - Terry needs you.

Stay - Terry asks you to stay.

Hot - Terry can't control himself around you.

Adore You - Terry adores you.

Don't Be Shy - Terry thinks your shy.

"Tell Me What You Wanna Do" - Terry enjoys a moment alone with his phone.

Innocent - Terry reminds you he knows you're anything but innocent.

Three Days - For three days you have Terry all to yourself.

Easy - You make Terry's life easy.

Officer Down - You're injured in the line of duty.

Close - An evening with you leads Terry to end his marriage.

Playlists:

Affair! Terry Inspo

Series

The North Star Series - Part of The Bronx Universe

Pinot Grigio - How it all started...

Tinder - Terry makes a discovery when he downloads Tinder.

Part One: Moments (NSFW)

Part Two: Case of the Ex

Part Three: Her Worse Half

Part Four: Always

Part Five: Ask Me Again (NSFW)

Part Six: Degas

Part Seven: The Heist

Part Eight: A Part to Play

Part Nine: Home

Part Ten: Safe Space

Part Eleven: Weak

Part Twelve: Got Your Back

Part Thirteen: Familia

Part Fourteen: Gunplay

Part Fifteen: Friendly Fire

Part Sixteen: Alive (NSFW)

Part Seventeen: Karma

Part Eighteen: Lucky

Part Nineteen: Fucked Up

Part Twenty: Orchard Beach

Part Twenty One: Tuscany

Part Twenty Two: New York

Part Twenty Three: Long Term

North Star Outtakes:

Boundaries - An ex-boyfriend throws you into a spiral when he begins to push your boundaries.

Playlists:

North Star Inspo

Mike Duarte x Terry Bruno x Reader:

Say Goodbye - Terry steps in when Mike finds it hard to say goodbye.

This Mess Is Mine - Terry and Mike discuss your absence.

Missed You (NSFW) - Mike and Terry show you how much they’ve missed you.

Look After You - You and Mike look after Terry.

Dreaming - Mike and Terry take care of you during a nightmare.

Surrender (NSFW) - Terry surrenders to you.

“I can't believe we haven't tried this sooner”

Pretty Girl (NSFW) - You and Terry ruin Mike.

How It Starts

Bitter - Mike lashes out after a traumatic event.

POLY!AU - Mike Duarte, Joe Velasco, Terry Bruno X Reader

Day to Day - How it works in the day to day

Various HCs - A variation of HCs for the Poly

5 Sentences:

“Only a kiss will break this spell !”

“are you really wearing my hoodie?”

“Your lips,against mines. Boom. Kiss.”

“do you snore? please don’t tell me you snore.”

love at first sight

“I think I’m in love with you.”

And I had no warnin’ about who you are.

And if you like to talk for hours Just go ahead now

Now every morning I wake up with you right next to me.

“Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight”

Falling into your ocean eyes

THOTS:

Pregnancey Simulator

Dates

Affection

I Love You

Marriage

NSFW Alphabet:

Jealousy

Wild Card & Xray

What Makes Him Orgasm

How He Eats Pussy

#terry bruno #detective terry bruno #terry bruno x reader #terry bruno x you

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maycat-19-142 · 1 year

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Brion reaction to seeing you after he left

A/n: he is a king that left America and his friend to go home. You are a shadow a shadow controller

⚠️:explosion, y/n being cold to brion. Counting people. Gender neutral reader

To day was the day you were hating

You had to see you ex for the first time in 8 months

You are working as security for the UN summit in New York and the king of Markovia had to attend

The outsiders were working as security adn as the co-leader yiu had to be there

You had an ability to control shadows so you would be close the the representative

You walked in full civilian clothes besides a tag that said security

Halo and static were with you but you had to go to your respective zones aka the zone with brion

He saw you initially

Hat and hoodie did not hide your identity

He walked up to you but you were cold and dismissive

"Hello y/n" he said his accent was thicker than I was before he returned home

"King brion" you said moving away from him slowly.

This was a shock because you were so close when he left to take the thrown

As the summit started you had a gut feeling

He heard you say in your com "I have a off feeling, north said is missing 4 personnel"

And get what you were right

Soon a exploration went off

You immediately blocked the world leaders

Then you entered the shadow world

To find static and halo

He stood up and did not see you

He was worried because if he wanted to admit it or not he still loved you

"Y/n" he yelled as the room cleared of smoke and dust

He heard a familiar voice "halo move the injured to the west exit, static try to find the bomb placer. I will get a count on the uninjured"

He saw you in your hero costumes as yiu fly up.

It had changed it was darker and a different style

"I can help" he yelled as he ran over to where you were floating

"Fine your royal highness" you yelled down as you counted people

After over and hour of counting move and helping people out of the building you had officially finished the statements from the police

"Y/n" brion yelled as he ran up to you

"Yes" you tone was not as cold and earlier

"I'm sorry for all the pain I caused and I hope we can get closer again" he said "I'm sorry"

"You had to rule a country" you said as halo and static walked over to you saying to was time to head back to the hub.

You gave a soft smile and walked away.

This was an idea I had and wanted to write so here. Have a good day and night 🌙

Pixie out 🧚‍♀️

#pixie #pixie rants #fluff #x reader #fem reader #gn🌌#male reader #young justice outsider #young justice #brion x reader #young justice x reader

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Hello!! 3, 10, and 30 if you haven't answered them already~

hi Remy!!

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

a girl wild and unwished for. This is the story I usually call my lithium story, a MASH fic where Sidney places Hawkeye into a lithium clinical trial in late-1950s New York. It’s a story about serious mental illness, and the choices you make in order to maintain your selfhood. It’s also a story about nuclear anxiety, about the Cold War, about gender and—surprise—friendship. It does have some jokes in it. The reason I’m proud of it, I guess, is that I think it stands up as a work of historical fiction, that takes some people on their own terms in their own time. The story is tracked with Hawkeye's lithium blood level, as it rises and falls, and I really like it as a story structure. I just think it works, taken as a whole, and I’m still delighted it came together.

10. What work was the quickest to write?

who are you, a stranger in a shell of a lover. (A MASH story in which BJ wins Hawkeye in a charity auction and then doesn’t know what to do with him.) When I went to the US in October, we all had to be up at 3am to head to the airport. I’m not the sort of person who can go to sleep in time to get up for 3am, so the others went off to nap and I dozed in my armchair all night and wrote this. I was so shocked when I pulled it up a couple of days later and found it made some actual sense. Looking at it now, I think if I'd taken more time it could have been a little better, but I do like it anyway.

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

Really, the whole second half of the year. Back in June I was sliding up towards manic and my friend K and I had been talking a lot, on and off, about how we make art as a queer, living community, and what that art should look like. Possibly in service of this we went to a queer and trans variety show at the Barbican that cost 25 of your earth pounds per person so should’ve been good.

It wasn’t. It was so hideously, eye-wateringly, ludicrously bad that we walked out at the interval and roasted it all the way back down to the Tube. The thing is, I said, that travesty is our artistic community. Queers, ex-Oxford and north London, genderweird and fabulous mentalists. We even know some of the cast. Basically, if this is the state of our art we're fucked. Well, said K patiently, if you have something artistic to say about life, love, manic depression and friendship, why don’t you go home and write that story of yours.

So I went home and finished off writing turn off the lights darling turn off the lights. And I honestly thought that would be it, I’d written a story to prove I could and that was it. But sometimes I think you do need to make a lot of art and you don’t necessarily know what form that will take. I didn’t write much at all in 2021 and 2022; this year’s 70k for a show I’ve been into for half my life has been a marvellous surprise.

#mash

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what the hell lol if I take a 2 hour plane ride I'll still be in New York LMAO 4 hours MIGHT just get me to Texas. But I love that. I would travel constantly if I lived over seas and was able to

The fuck? How big is New York? 😭 My ex class mate literally skipped class one day to go have a brunch in Rome and take a walk and by night he was already back in Athens. And I am DEAD serious right now. And y'all take more than two hours to get out of one city?😭😭😭

Depends where you are lol I'm on Long Island so anywhere upstate will take a while to go to. It's about a 6 hour drive to the border of Canada from me (north) but a 2 hour plane ride if I were going to Buffalo (northwest)

and WHAT LMAO that's so iconic I love that 😭😭 the most I could do is take a day trip to Connecticut or the Hamptons which would be the equivalent time to your roommate going to Rome LMAOO

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imnotoverlyobsessive · 2 years

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Number Nine

Chapter Five: A Few Mistakes Ago

AO3 author’s note/info one two three four five six seven eight epilogue extra

All my work is 18+.

I was just a pawn, you played the part so well it hurts to know you’re gone. Did you mean it? Could you feel it when you broke into my head? Did you fake it just to break another stranger in your bed? Was it worth it, was it perfect, when you up and left me cynical? Like you planned it, you’re a bandit; just a no good, too big, filthy rotten criminal.- All Time Low, Get Down on Your Knees and Tell Me You Love Me

Lea stared at the two boxes on her bed.

One was familiar, the printed BULGARI on the top seared into her memories like a scar. Inside was the necklace Tim had given her a couple of weeks ago, before she’d left and changed her number. Beneath it was a note in his handwriting. It had taken her fifteen minutes before she’d been able to force herself to read it.

Lea—

This was a gift. It was meant to be yours. I was meant to be yours, too, and I’m not giving up. I love you too much to let you go without a fight.

He hadn’t signed it. He didn’t have to. She knew who it was from.

She considered mailing it back to him, but something stopped her. She wasn’t sure what.

Maybe it was the other box. This one was empty, and she held its contents in her shaking hand:

A pregnancy test.

It was positive.

She could get an abortion. She considered it momentarily, but quickly decided that no, she wanted it. It was hers, it was Tim’s, and she wanted it. So she signed up to take as many classes at once as she could so as to finish school as quickly as possible and set things in motion to move back home to North Carolina with her mom.

She had to tell Tim, though. She knew she did.

Lea called him from her new number, her voice raw from crying. “Hey,” she sniffled into the phone when it went to voicemail. “Sorry to bother you, I just wanted to let you know that I took a pregnancy test and it’s positive. Call me or text me if you wanna talk about it.”

It took fifteen minutes for him to text her back.

Tim

I think you have the wrong number, sorry. Please don’t contact me again.

And that was that. So much for the note with his little declaration of love, huh?

She wandered the streets of New York mindlessly, looking up at the buildings she’d be saying goodbye to soon. It was for the best, really. The city reminded her far too much of him.

“Hey,” a woman’s voice interrupted her thoughts. Lea looked at the girl. She was tall with dark hair, tan skin, and visibly pregnant. “I know you.” Lea raised her eyebrows in surprise, and the woman nodded. “You’re Lea.”

Furrowing her brows, Lea said, “Huh?”

“I’m Olivia,” the girl told her, glancing around at the people walking past them and leaning closer to whisper, “One of Tim’s girlfriends.”

Lea’s eyes widened, and she realized that this was the Olivia that Tim had said was pregnant a few months back. “Oh,” she breathed, shocked.

“Well,” Olivia sighed, straightening up again, “ex-girlfriend now, I guess.”

“Why, uh… why ex?”

Olivia shrugged. “I loved him and wanted him to myself. Figured it was better to leave than raise a kid with a man who’s fucking other women.”

Lea nodded emphatically in agreement. “Wow, uh.” She gulped, immediately feeling a kinship with this woman. “Me too, actually. I broke up with him ‘cause he doesn’t love me the way I love him. And now…” She put her hands on her stomach.

Olivia’s eyes widened in shock. “Shit, you too, huh?”

Lea nodded. “I’m moving back home in a few weeks.”

“Where’s that?” Olivia wanted to know.

“North Carolina,” Lea told her.

The other girl sighed. “Sounds nice. I don’t have anywhere to go.”

Lea considered this for a moment. “Well… you could come with me if you wanted. Work out a roommate situation or something.”

Olivia blinked at her. “You don’t even know me and you’re offering to let me come with you?”

She shrugged. “We’re the same. We’ll understand each other, I think. And anyway, strangers move in together all the time. If you don’t have anywhere else to go, why not?”

Olivia considered this. “Yeah,” she finally agreed. “Why not?”

As it turned out, Lea and Olivia—or Livvy, as she’d taken to calling her new friend—had a lot in common. Livvy was big into historical fashion, too, and she knew a whole bunch of weird obscure facts.

“I hate how good of a kisser he was,” Lea complained as they sat on her mom’s couch several weeks later.

“Ugh,” Livvy groaned, “I know. I’m not sure how I’ll ever get over the bastard.”

“Me neither,” Lea admitted, reaching for the bag of potato chips that sat between them. “I guess it works out, though. I never wanted love to begin with. Now I’ve had it and learned that it’s never going away, apparently, which is fine. It’ll make me less tempted to try again with somebody else.”

“You’d never been with anybody before him, right?” her friend recalled.

“Nope,” Lea confirmed, popping the P. “First kiss, first love, first everything.”

“And he gave you that,” Livvy said, gesturing with a potato chip to the necklace that Lea wore.

“Yeah,” Lea said softly, “he gave me this.”

Livvy stared at her for a few seconds before deciding, “What an asshole.”

“Yup,” Lea agreed. “He’s a dick alright.”

“I still think the whole text situation is a misunderstanding, though,” Livvy insisted for the bazillionth time. “Tim’s a lot of things, but a deadbeat dad ain’t one of ‘em.”

Lea shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. He’s giving you child support and I’ll be done with school soon, anyway. Once I’m done, we can get a house.”

“Hell yeah,” her friend agreed, reaching for the bag again.

Lea smiled over at her. The truth was, she was miserable. She was miserable and she was broken and she cried herself hoarse at night, but at least she wasn’t alone in this. Maybe she’d recover someday, maybe she wouldn’t. Either way, though, she and Livvy were in it together.

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xo-infinitestrength · 2 months

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Note - 07/18/2024

What time did you get up this morning? Around 7:30ish

How do you like your coffee? Two cream two sugar

What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Couple weeks ago, Jatt and Juliet 3

What is your favorite TV show? Boy Meets World and SITC

If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? Idk actually

What was your last meal? Chicken strips and fries

What are your favorite cuisines? Italian and Indian

What foods do you dislike? Eggplant

Favorite place to eat? The go to is always Dennys or BarBurrito

Favorite dressing? Greek

What kind of vehicle do you drive? Nissan Sentra

What are your favorite clothes? Sweats and a hoodie

Where would you visit if you had the chance? I’d love to go to Italy and Spain

Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full? Full

Where would you want to retire? Somewhere warm

Favorite time of day? The morning

Where were you born? North York, Ontario

What is your favorite sport to play? Lately badminton

How many siblings? 1

Favorite pastime/hobby? Music, reading, tumblr

Who are you closer to, your mom or dad? My dad

Bird watcher? Not particularly

Are you a morning person or a night person? Morning

Do you have any pets? No

Any new and exciting news you’d like to share? No

What did you want to be when you were little? A teacher

What is your best childhood memory? Summer nights with my friends at the park back in 2004

Are you a cat or dog person? Dog

Favourite colour? Green

Always wear your seat belt? Yes

Been in a car accident? Yes

Any pet peeves? Loud chewing, chewing with your mouth open

Favorite Pizza Toppings? Cheese

Favorite Flower? Sunflowers and Jasmine’s

Favorite ice cream? Cookies and cream

Favorite meal? Pizzaaa

Have you had a bad breakup? Yes

Are you and your ex friends? No

Do you think a calm conversation can sort things out between you and your ex? No

From whom did you get your last email? My client

Which store would you choose to max out your credit card? On all the airplane deals no stores

Do anything spontaneous lately? Naaa

Like your job? I do

Are you happy? Sure

What is your favourite season? Autumn

Last person you went out to lunch with? My friendsss

What are you listening to right now? SITC

How many tattoos do you have? None!

Coffee Drinker? I ammmm

What piece of advice would you like to give to your high school self? Calm down bitch

When you were a kid, what name did you give your favorite toy or stuffed animal? Probably babbu or something lmao

What character from a movie/book/show do you relate to the most and why? Amazing Amyyyy because she was brilliant

What is your favorite line from any movie? I’ll break the sound barrier for you.

What was your kindergarten teacher like? The absolute sweetest

If you could meet any author, who would it be and why? Robert Munsch and thank him for my childhood

If you wore one, what did your prom dress look like? I wore 2 lmao, one was pink with green flowers and a green waist band and the other was royal blue and velvet, they both sound horrendous now

If you could be any kind of animal, which would you be? A dog

Is a hot dog a sandwich? Ummm I think so

Have you ever seen a ghost? Ya every day

If you could only subscribe to one YouTube channel for the rest of your life, which would you choose? Jenna Marbles, I miss her

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naps-and-tortillas · 3 months

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To answer your question

I was scared that you didn’t actually want ME. But I know you. I was scared that you can’t stand to lose, that you are such a proud person that maybe you wanted to try again just to cover up how our story ended and instead create a better ending in your mind. That even without you realizing it, you needed that closure and that vindication more than you loved me. That way you could walk away the next time for a completely legitimate reason that you wouldn’t have to forgive yourself for rather than how it really went. Or maybe even worse, that you just wanted somebody who was as obsessed with you and hopelessly in love with you as I was and just chased the idea of me.

I was hurting for so long. I never let you see how truly devastated I was. I didn’t just lose who I thought was the love of my life, I lost the future I had imagined for myself and thus completely erased who I thought I was becoming. I didn’t just have a 5 year plan, I had a 10 year plan, I had a forever plan, and I had an image of what my life would be. I was so in love with you and the future I attached myself to, that I fell in love with my own “life” which seemed impossible to do at that time. And then that was gone. Not just gone, but obliterated. No private practice in North Carolina, no living on the beach and surfing before work, no blonde little kids with green eyes, no living in a grey house with a German shepherd with the person I believed wholeheartedly was my person. I bought into the whole “universe” bit with you. I failed to see the coincidence in all of the moments in our story, and saw it as a fairytale. (Maybe I still can’t. The 1975 always playing, the fireworks, running into you on Wall Street after I moved here, thinking of you every day at 11:10.) This really underscored this honest belief that I lost the person I was truly meant to be with. It was much more challenging to recover from this and adjust to reality than you may recognize. It felt like coming out of a delusion.

Then you talked to me in your apartment that night. Before that moment, you had the chance to date, feel romantic and sexual fulfillment with somebody else, and envision a new future since our break up. You moved on. You had already proven to yourself that you COULD move on, that you COULD love again. I wasn’t there yet. I never moved on, I just learned to cope. I finally started seeing somebody, somebody who was going through the same thing that I was with her own ex. This conversation in your apartment happened at a terrible time. I had gotten crazy news from a doctor earlier that morning about myself, my sister was being put in an inpatient hospital for the first time, and it was the day Savannah left for boot camp and only a couple of months into that relationship, so I was already emotional and protective and guarded. And separately I felt that after over a year after our breakup, I finally was taking a step out of my delusion by trying to date somebody else and make the progress you had made. I had been alone and working on myself and I didn’t know if you had done the same, or if you wanted somebody familiar to keep you warm. It felt so insulting in the moment. Like my wellness and my timeline of recovery and my feelings didn’t matter to you because it didn’t match your timeline of deciding on a whim you wanted me back. You had dated the girl you cheated on me with and then when that didn’t work out, you wanted me back that second. I had fought for you for years. YEARS. I only ever moved to New York instead of home to get a chance to be near you again and pray you changed your mind which is INSANE. And i don’t know if you ever really saw that hurt and that effort from my perspective.

The way we started off wasn’t right, but I was so convinced that I was an exception. I still tell the story about meeting you and knowing the moment I met you that I loved you. Even a year later I remained convinced that I was meant to be with you, and even though we were going behind somebody’s back in Efird, it was because I was an exception. You’d never do it to me. And I believed that with my whole heart, because like me, you found the person you’d want to fight for forever. Then it DID happen to me. I felt so disposable. And I never wanted to feel that way again.

I spent so long on myself after we broke up. And it took a long time to break that delusion. And it ran deep…. there was even a part of me that thought you’d be at my graduation even though you were fully with Bianca by then. I still moved to New York because I thought if I could be close to you in this city I hated that I’d have another shot. I just had these swirling questions in my head since I found out about you and her the first time. I have notebooks FULL of writing because I needed to get these thoughts out of my head. What was wrong with me? What did I fuck up? Why didn’t I see that coming? Why didn’t I respect myself enough to leave the first time you told me about Bianca when it was just a kiss or when you hid me inside of Odeon? Why Bianca over me? Was she better than me? Than our future? Did it never mean as much to you as it did to me? Could I ever truly establish my boundaries, not just with you but in life? By the time I saw you that night, I was still cycling through every stage of grief and I landed in this period of apathy rather than acceptance. I was so numb. By the time I got my head in a normal place (and it took a long ass time) it was too late.

And the sickest part of it all? I still have dreams about that future. I still find myself day dreaming about it with you. I haven’t written in my journal in two years because I’ll always end up writing about you. Or rather, I write about “her” but I know who that is. “She” appears in all of my writing and I can’t seem to write about anything else. I still compare everything to you. Every little thing. I unlock my door to get into my apartment and this thought flashes into my brain that I should be unlocking a different door where you have the only other key. I listen to music the way you taught me. I close my eyes and I’m sitting in your car in Q, or I’m in Twin City Hive with you. Everything and everyone is compared to you in my brain automatically and despite everything that happened, nothing compares. Of course I still think about what it would be like to kiss you. And that fucks me up more than I know how to express, because at this point I think that will last forever.

Part of always loving somebody is always wanting them to be happy, to have the best life they could, and you want to see them loved and cared for. I am so happy for you. I wouldn’t trade that, because you got your dream life, and I’m learning to live in the moment and not focus on the future. I'm happy with who I am becoming. I will always care for you, and love you, and want the best for you, I will always be here, and you will always be the reason for some of the best and more impactful chapters of my life.

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The North Star - Part Twenty Two: New York - Terry Bruno x Reader (feat: Mike Duarte)

Welcome to mine and @the-hinky-panda The Bronx universe featuring our favs Terry Bruno & Mike Duarte.

This story takes place several years after ‘Blood Out’. Terry still lives in the Bronx and works in Manhatten SVU.

Following on from @the-hinky-panda story 'The Dog' Mike has retired from the NYPD on medical grounds due to seizures causes by the attack. He has a therapy dog called Bono and lives with @the-hinky-panda character Meredith.

Tagging: @proceduralpassion @crazy4chickennuggets @callsignartemis @kmc1989 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @the-adzukibean @beardedbarba @wooshwastaken @justreblogginfics @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @storiesofsvu @anime-weeb-4-life @witches-unruly-heart @spaghettificationandpretzels @chavez-ashley @kiwiithecrazybird

The North Star Series - Part of The Bronx Universe

Part One: Moments (NSFW)

Part Two: Case of the Ex

Part Three: Her Worse Half

Part Four: Always

Part Five: Ask Me Again (NSFW)

Part Six: Degas

Part Seven: The Heist

Part Eight: A Part to Play

Part Nine: Home

Part Ten: Safe Space

Part Eleven: Weak

Part Twelve: Got Your Back

Part Thirteen: Familia

Part Fourteen: Gunplay

Part Fifteen: Friendly Fire

Part Sixteen: Alive (NSFW)

You fly home alone; you return to your apartment, and you lie in your bed and stare at the ceiling. You don’t check your phone, you don’t tell anybody that you’re back, you simply stay in the apartment, replaying the entire conversation over and over again in your head.

“I’m sorry.” Terry had said as he kissed your cheek at the airport.

You hadn’t spoken to him since you’d booked your ticket. You’d simply got on the plane and spent the entire flight in a state of numbness.

For the first time in forever you take the compass off and put it on the nightstand. It hurts too much to have it close to your heart, to think about how you used to depend on it, depend on him. You sleep alone for the first time in forever, a pillow tucked against your chest, and you cry, you cry because out of everything that has happened to you this is the worst, this is the thing that leaves you fucking wrecked.

When you go to work, you don’t tell a soul the truth about what happened in Italy. You don’t answer Meredith’s texts about coming over with Terry to show off your photos, or your tan. Sinclair makes a joke about expecting to see a ring on your finger and it cuts so fucking deep because even though the two of you were never going to get married, it’s a testament to everybody else’s expectations.

You take up smoking again despite the fact the doctors have warned you it can increase your chances of another pneumothorax. You pick up a guy in a bar, and then the next night a girl, but it does nothing to fill the hole in your chest because the person that loved you is gone, and you don’t know what to do with that.

You don’t speak to Meredith or Mike, but you assume that Terry fills them in because a week later Meredith let’s herself into your apartment as you’re fooling around on the couch with a girl you’ve just met. She sends the woman packing with money for a cab before she surveys the wreckage of your place and demands you pack a bag because out of everyone in your life, she’s the one that knows what it looks like when you’re starting to spiral.

You stay in Meredith’s house; in the bed you’ve shared with Terry a thousand times and stare at the wall. If you close your eyes, you can pretend that he’s here with you, just an inch or two out of reach.

Everything becomes mechanical after that; you exist in a haze of automation. You go to work, do the job, come home. You’re quiet at dinner, pushing your food around your plate, you go up to you room and sit with your headphones on to block out the world. You smoke out of the window, the same way you did as a teenager and sneak out the same way too. Mike catches you one night, drunk on one too many bourbons and you can’t stand to see the disappointment in his eyes.

It's the next morning that he catches up with you. You’re sitting in the garden with a cup of coffee and a cigarette watching Shasta sniff around the flowerbeds, chasing a phantom scent. He drops down on the decking along side of you, Bono taking up residence on the opposite side.

“This has to stop.” He tells you, picking up the cigarette carton and shaking it from side to side. “All of it, the drinking, the smoking, the men and the women, you aren’t being safe...”

“I’m using condoms.” You inform him, blowing out a stream of smoke into the air.

“That’s not what I’m talking about.” He snaps. He’s relieved though, that you have enough presence of mind to make sure there are no long-term consequences to your actions in that department.

“Yea, I know.” You tell him, stubbing the cigarette out into an empty plant pot. “They’re all unhealthy risk-taking behaviours, you’re not the only one that’s been in therapy.”

It’s the fact you know what you’re doing that pisses him off, that you’re not just putting yourself through hell but Meredith and him too. Meredith, whose up all hours of the night listening for you to come back in after you ‘sneak out’. Meredith, who is at her wits end because you won’t talk to any of them about what happened with Terry.

Bruno had been the one to tell them you’d come home early, to explain that he’d decided to retire, that he’d offered you a home with him in Italy and you’d bolted at the first fucking mention of it. Mike wants to understand, he really does but you are not making it easy on any of them.

“Why are you doing this?” He asks you, shaking his head. “Why are you blowing up your future?”

“Terry wanted to retire.” You tell him. “This way he gets his happy ending, he gets the winery in Tuscany, he gets to spend his nights doing whatever the fuck he wants in another country. This is what he wanted.”

There’s ire in your voice, so much fucking anger boiling across the surface but underneath it Mike recognises the fear, he sees the self loathing. You’ve done this to yourself and you know it. It’s the reason why you’re self destructing. Your history has taught you that you don’t get to be happy, it taints your rhetoric. You don’t get to sail off into the sunset. You get to scramble on the rocks, you get to bleed, to feel the salt in your wounds because that’s what you deserve.

“He didn’t want this.” Mike tells you.

If Bruno knew about any of this, Mike thinks it would kill him.

“Neither did I.” You say as you withdraw another cigarette and light it up. “I wanted the house around the corner with the man I love and a Staffy named Sacha. I built up this future in my head, Dutch taking her for walks while we’re at work, BBQs with you and Meredith in the yard. The three dogs playing in the grass… What a crock of shit right?”

He sees the tears in your eyes, and he knows what it’s like to imagine a future for yourself, to hold it in your hands and have it snatched away. You blink them away furiously before taking another drag on the cigarette.

“I wish he’d fucking killed me.”

It takes him a second to realise you’re talking about Paul, about the bullet that had almost ended your life.

“I felt that way too after what happened to me.” Mike confides, rubbing his palms together as he watches Bono trail after Shasta, studying the garden. “I wished they’d fucking killed me, I was in so much pain, mentally, physically. I couldn’t look ahead; I could only live in the moment. It’s a survival instinct you know?”

You say nothing so he continues.

“You don’t have to fight anymore, the person that hurt you is gone.” He reminds you. “And the person who loves you is doing his best, but you have to meet him half way. This thing, it happened to you but it happened to him too and after all the shit he’s been though, all the blood he’s spilt, the years he’s spent being punished for doing the right thing don’t you think he deserves to have something for himself?”

“I don’t begrudge him for wanting that, Italy was…” You trail off, raising your eyes to the sky as you try to select the words. “…it agreed with him. The way of life, the pace of it, there’s something about it that feeds your soul. It feels like there’s a beauty in everything, like there’s more.”

“And why wouldn’t you want that?” Mike asks you.

You don’t really have an answer because until that last day, it agreed with you too. You’d thought about what it would be like to live there, to go to the market every day and shop for fresh flowers and food. To tour the country, drinking in the culture, the language, the art.

“A few months ago you were talking about leaving the job. You said that you weren’t sure if it outweighed the personal cost.” Mike reminds you. “You’ve been back almost a month now and can you honestly tell me that that has changed? That you don’t feel the same way you did when we had that conversation.”

“No.” You say quietly. “I can’t.”

There’s a disconnect now. There was a balance before, between justice and hope but now all you see is death. People killing each other over the stupidest shit. A neighbour not turning down his TV, a husband late home again, a child not putting his toys away while told to. It feels futile, like you’re fighting a battle that can’t be won, because when one case is closed, there’s always another. It’s exhausting, endless and you think it might just be destroying you.

“Maybe it’s time to move on hermanita.” Mike says patting your knee. “There’s a whole wide world out there and Bruno is offering you a place in it, maybe it’s time to cut your losses and take it.”

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