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ayoharuko · 2 years ago

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Genshin Impact Gf Headcanons

Hey guys!

I decided to do the girls as well since i feel like they need attention ya know? So its gonna be the same as the boys version but obviously this is the girls version and this is part 1 which will be the mondstadt girls!

I hope u guys enjoy this and some of the headcanons might not be accurate since i rarely play any of the mondstadt girls, The only one I play from our mondstadt girls is Klee hahahaha....

Also some of my headcanons might be inaccurate or occ thats because as i said i don't play the mondsadt girls that much so i apologize for that.

If some characters are not in these headcanon posts it means there gonna be in another post which has platonic headcanons for them, Because of the kids and some underaged characters(According to Google) soo yea....

I would also like to apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes....

REMINDER: None of these characters belong to me they belong to hoyoverse and please note that this work is just the work of fiction.

Ok lets start（。＾▽＾）

(Mondstadt Girls)

~Grandmaster~ (Jean Gunnhildr)

~Protective Girlfriend~

- She is very overprotective. Like obviously she gives you freedom but....she also can’t imagine you getting hurt...soo sometimes she makes a knight follow you around when she's busy, look she just wants you to be safe soo please don’t mind it too much :3

- I don’t think jean would be the jealous type to be honest, cause she seems too mature to think about things like that and she knows you only love her and only her 💕

- To make up with her being always busy and stuff, she makes up for it by giving gifts to you. Ex: Buying you flowers and jewelry

- She keeps her relationship with you low-profile since she knows some people will go after you, so she tries to Keep you guys relationship a bit hush hush🤭

- In her free time or when she takes a day off she likes starting the day off by giving you cuddles and kisses~ Although I think you should be the one doing that to her. Since we all know how stessed she must be from work, soo please comfort our workaholic mommy :3

- She's the type of girlfriend to still keep blushing or getting flustered no matter how many years you guys have been together, it's just that....everytime your with her you make her heart go all doki-doki💞

- You and Barbara are beasties I like to think you both gush about Jean together about how amazing she is ehe~

- All in all Jean is an amazing girlfriend protective but amazing, she knows how to handle things with maturity and knows how to handle you :3, Your the one that gives more fun to her life and she's thankful for that~

Nicknames: My flower, love and My dear

Voice line about you: "Y/n? Oh, their an amazing lover...one of the best in my opinion. Although not a lot of people know of me and y/n’s relationship...they still stuck with me.."

When she talks to you: "Love? Please come to our room, I..have something to show you..."

~Lady Librarian~ (Lisa Minci)

~Flirty Girlfriend~

- She would the teasing type, But mostly a flirt lol

- I expect her to pin you to the wall and whisper stuff in your ear...like ya know what I'm talking about -///-

- She would let you help her tutor Klee and razor, Your basically known as her assistant by now. Well her cute assistant-

- Your dates are always either reading together at the Knights of Favonius library since that's where she works and she's often quite busy, So you both spent your time together there. She doesn't really mind.

- When you guys are alone she would slack off and tell you to lay on her lap and she'll just pet you while reading you a book :3

- If you knew her in her akademiya days you bet she would help you with research, you both would be study buddies.

- Overall your dear Lisa is a teasing flirt and she wouldn't mind you being her assistant for life~

Nicknames: My love, sweetie, darling and sweetheart

Voice line about you: "Oh? Y/n? Why there my assistant of course! Oh my~ They helped you? Hehehe...they are my little assistant after all~"

When she talks to you: "Darling~ Can you help me with these books?"

~Cryo Mommy~ (Eula Lawrence)

~Tsundere Girlfriend~

- She doesn't really understand how to love someone nor how to treat a lover but....shes trying.

- She would do little things for you without telling you as shes shy about it, Helping you with commissions and just trying to help you with things.

- If you ask her to teach you to dance she wouldn't mind! Because she would love to hold you in her arms while teaching/helping you, She's so sweet💕

- Anyone who insults or speaks bad about you....all you'll hear is "I will have vengeance!", Good luck to those people🤞

- When your both alone she would be more....nicer you, By that I mean she would hold your hand, kiss your forehead or cheeks and just be sweet to you~

- Almost everything you do makes her either blush or smile and your the only one who sees her beautiful smiles. Well expections to some people🤭

- Sometimes you would have to reassure and comfort Eula....since we all know some people don't really like her.

- I feel like she would randomly touch your hair, Either to comfort you or she just wants to play with your hair, You don't really mind hehehe

- I'd say some children actually like her alot and admire her, They would sometimes try and copy her dance moves or spy on her and they would also ask you about Eula and you and the kids would talk about Eula :3

- Expect you both sitting down at one of Mondstadt's cliffs and just looking at the beautiful city, Very romantic~

- Your the only one who can make her smile like no tomorrow...honestly....she will have her vengeance....by making you feel safe and loved just like what you did with her💕

Nicknames: Love(Yea only that)

Voice line about you: "Y/n? There my partner what's wrong with that? Hm...you better stop bugging me about them *blush*"

When she talks to you: "Love...your stepping the wrong way its this way, Don't worry...practice makes perfect after all.

~Bunny Girl~ (Amber)

~Sweet Girlfriend~

- Let's face It, Amber is just the sweetest!

- She would help you on your commissions! Although she would be often very busy...sadly, So whenever you both have the time you guys go on adventures and lots of dates!

- She would either take you to dragonspine to visit Klee and albedo! And then to Mondstadt's cliffs to do some sightseeing.

- She would teach you how to use a bow and also how to defend yourself, Of course only if you don't know how to fight.

- Expect amber to always worry about you, She just wants you to be safe and if you get hurt she'll actually blame it on herself for not being there and able to protect you.......

- Your literally her partner in life and at work, Amber wouldn't wanna explore anywhere without you :3

Nicknames: My little bunny or big bunny, My lover and love

Voice line about you: "Hmmm...huh? Oh! hehehehe.....sorry I was just thinking about my lover...i haven't see ln them almost the whole day *Sad face*"

When she talks to you: "Love! Are you ok!? I heard you were ambushed...h-huh? I don't have to worry? I know...its just that...i don't want anything to happen to my bunny ya know?"

~Shy girl~ (Sucrose)

~Shy Girlfriend~

- She's shy AF, Which is obvious since she is very shy and an introvert.

- Because of her shy nature you would have to be the one to imitate love languages. She gets soo red when you hold her hand or kiss her cheeks and when you complement her, She just isn't used to someone so sweet and loving😊💕

- She gets inscure often since she wonders why your even with her in the first place, So when she gets those thoughts...please comfort her....she deserves it...

- She often invites you to help her with research or experiments, In her mind she thinks those are dates hehehehe....

- I feel like certain people(Albedo and lisa-) Would tease her about you, Their just happy for you both don't worry :3

- She would try and teach you about alchemy, Because she knows how interested you are in alchemy😌

- Omg imagine you and her cuddling for warmth while sleeping in dragonspine, Since it's COLD af there. But hold her tight since she's so warm💕

- Sometimes you might actually get creeped out by her...weird hilichurl experiments...but it's all in the name of science and alchemy don't worry😅

- She LOVES headpats, She would start putting her head under your head for more pats and it's soo cute😫💕

- She likes it when you touch her hair alot, She would want you to braid it, brush it or just run your hand through her hair, Your touch is just so comforting to her💕

- She knows that sometimes she's too shy to tell that she loves you or imitate touches to you but never in a million years would she ever leave you alone. Because your the only one who accepts her for her💕

Nicknames: My lover(Although a bit rarely since she's too shy)

Voice line about you: "M-mr albedo? What is it? O-oh...about y/n...w-well.. *Starts muttering and blushing cutely*"

When she talks to you: "A-ah! I-i-I...you kissed me! I...uhm..i...liked it *Red faced and starts muttering*"

~Knight Maid~ (Noelle)

~Caring Girlfriend~

- She's just a sweetheart but she's more caring~

- She will cook for you, clean your house for you and help you around. She really doesn't mind! It's the least she can do for you.

- If you'd let her she wants to help you do commissions, One cause she wants to prevent you from getting hurt and two to spend more time together✨

- She sometimes doubts herself, Because she thinks she isn't doing her best, But reasure her that she is. She needs it❤️

- On your free times you both would lay underneath a tree and just hold hands while talking or just taking a short nap under the sun, It's so sweet~

- Noelle doesn't like when you get hurt, When you do she will IMMEDIATELY treat you. No questions asked.

- Best girl. Best wife, Your lucky to have her, Even if she doesn't see that💕

Nicknames: My beloved, Darling and my sweetest

Voice line about you: "Hello there. Have you seen y/n? Because I would like to check up on them! Their at the knights headquarters? Oh thanks so much!"

When she talks to you: " *Humming while cooking* Oh? Hello darling, I cooked dinner for you! H-hold on I'll set it up. Hm? You wanna dine with me? O-oh...alright hehehe..."

I'M FINALLY DONE WITH THIS!

I'm soo so sorry this took a while, when I was about to finish it exams started so...it kinda messed up my schedule. But now I'm done! I also would like to apologize for any spelling errors or grammar errors...

I really hope you all enjoy this cause I actually had fun writing this :3

Anyways! tysm for reading this far because I know this is long af lol, and I hope u enjoyed the headcanons💕

#genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #noelle x reader #amber x reader #eula x reader #lisa x reader #jean x reader #sucrose x reader #Monstadt girls #I hope you enjoyed!#This is long lol!#reblogs are appreciated!

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parkersroses · 4 years ago

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it’s golden. | harry styles.

summary: Harry brings you to the Grammy’s and it all ends in a wonderful night.

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k words

warning(s): all fluff, small mentions of sensual stuff

a/n: (disclaimer: gif belongs to @hers <3) hello! been a while! i’ve been wanting to write something since harry won a grammy award, which i’m unbelievably proud of him. so enjoy this cloud of unedited fluff. reblog and comment if you liked this. buy me a coffee if you’d like to support me further <3

The Grammy Awards had been an anticipating event you both waited for. In your honest opinion, you thought Harry deserved a nomination way back during the success of his first album or even his later One Direction days.

Nevertheless, you couldn’t be more proud of your lover, having not been nominated once, but thrice. He himself couldn’t believe how Fine Line, a labour of his love and hardwork, was recognized on this scale. Luckily, you were both safely together in the comfort of your own home when the nominations were announced. That day was later filled with a lot of love and celebration for him, with you congratulating him as many times as you could, in many ways you could.

The buzz about Harry being a Grammy-nominated artist instantly filled the set of ‘Don’t Worry, Darling’, nearly everyone congratulating the supporting lead actor of their film. Although Harry gets very shy whenever someone compliments his success, he still took pride in how his effort and resilience got him to where he was.

The following weeks were filled with preparation and planning, with Harry being announced that he would be opening the event. It was only fitting that he would perform Watermelon Sugar, considering it is now a Grammy nominated single. He had some doubts with the choice of song though. He knew it was a big and popular summer song and it had been playing everywhere since he released the song. Harry knew there would be some people that are just bored and tired of the song already and opted to change it.

However, you managed to talk some sense in him, knowing how award seasons like this can be nerve wracking.

“I’m just saying, it’s been playing around for more than a year. People are probably bored of it,” Harry said as he laid on your shared bed, staring at the ceiling like it was the most fascinating thing ever.

Finishing up your skincare routine, you looked back at him. “And? If you want to perform it, it shouldn’t really matter if people got tired of it. I still love the song,” you reassured him.

He lifted his head slightly off his pillow to look at you. “Yeah, but still. Maybe if I performed other songs from the album, people might enjoy the performance more.” He sighed as he plopped his head back on the pillow.

You quickly climbed in the bed, plopping right next to him. Harry grunted as you put your head on his chest and intertwine your legs, instantly wrapping his arms around you. He turned his head to press small kisses on the crown of your head. “Don’t know why I’m worried about it. I’m sorry if I’m being over dramatic about it.” He apologised to you.

“You know I love your over-dramaticness nonetheless, bubs.” You comforted him, kissing above his heart as you looked up at him. “But you shouldn’t worry so much. If Watermelon Sugar is what you wanna perform, then you should go for it. It’s a Grammy-nominated song anyways. But just remember to have fun. It’s only your first time being nominated and performing there.”

Harry hummed in reply as he stared into your eyes. Often times, he still finds himself mesmerized by your eyes despite the long years of you being together. “Besides, I’ll be there, in the front row, where you can look at me when you’re nervous.” You smiled at him and he smiled back at the thought of you cheering on him in possibly one of the most important nights of his life.

Harry leaned up and pressed a kiss on your lips, sighing at mere taste and softness of it. “I’d really love that. Thank you, lovie.” He mumbled into the kiss, breaking away as he smiled gleefully at you. He truly did adore you and the little things you would do for him. You pressed another kiss on his lips, Harry was quick enough to return the action. “Anytime, bubs.” You said.

The week of the Grammys came by quickly, which meant Harry’s nerves only escalated from the day he found out he was performing. He had some costume fittings for the event to do and planning for how the set is going to look. He kept some secrets from you about what he was going to wear for his performance and you were initially upset about it because you enjoy getting a sneak peek into his fashion sense for these types of situations. But Harry constantly assured you that you’ll love it when you see it, although you always love whatever he decides to wear.

For all you know, he’d be wearing a trash bag and you’ll still think he is the sexiest man you ever laid eyes on.

Eventually, the day of the Grammys finally came. Harry was almost certain that he was going to throw up in his room. He paces back and forth, trying to ease down his nerves. You told him you’d be running a bit late but promised him that you’ll be there before he could sing the first word of the song. Soon enough, it was time to go. He meets up with his band and they all huddle together to say some words of encouragement. It was a big night for all of them.

About five minutes before he’s supposed to go on stage, he hears a familiar voice calling out to him. He turns around and sees his love running up to him, apologising profusely to those she bumped into. He grins widely and opens his arms wide for you to run into them. He hugs you tight, swaying you both from side to side as his hands feel the satin pink dress you wore.

You both pull away with wide grins on your faces and you let your hands rest on his bare chest. “Bold choice of the outfit, Mr. Styles,” you tease him. Harry chuckles at you as he presses his forehead against yours. “Told ye you’ll love it, didn’t I?” he says and you hummed in reply.

“I do. I really love it. Y’look like a rockstar,” you admit as you fix the leather jacket. Someone calls for Harry and it’s time for his time to shine. You pull his face down to your level and give a couple of good luck kisses, not that he needed any luck because he’ll do great no matter what.

“I love you,” you said lovingly. Harry steals another kiss from you before he parts away. “I love you, too,” He says and winks at you, making your cheeks turn red as you put on your mask.

Just as you said before, you stay through the whole performance, your eyes always focused on him with the energy and charm he always brings into every show. You have to admit that his outfit was really doing things to you. You love how fitting the pants were on Harry’s legs, not to mention how great his ass looks as he danced around on stage. You did not miss the times where his jacket opened slightly and exposed more of his bare chest. Your eyes linger on the chest littered with tattoos you love to trace and give kisses and hickies on it.

Similarly, Harry couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. The way the pink satin dress you wore hugged every inch of your body. Even behind the mask you were wearing, he knew you were smiling underneath it as you watched him sing. Admittedly, he wasn’t even looking at you because he was nervous; he simply was just admiring how absolutely ravishing you were looking. But that’s a thought he’ll get back to when the night is done.

As the performance ended, the people around the set applauded. Harry bows down, humbly thanking them and a big smile breaks on his face when he hears your cheers. And it was moments like this where he loves the fact that you are his biggest fan.

The both of you meet back in his designated room where he is supposed to change his outfit for the main event. He pushes your body gently against the wall as he desperately kisses you. Your arms are around his shoulder as you weave your fingers through his hair. He’s definitely going to get in trouble for that mess soon. His hands travel slowly down your body and stops on your behind, cheekily grabbing a handful. You moan into the kiss and Harry lets his tongue into your mouth.

“Baby,” you say in between the kisses. “Gotta get you changed,” you giggle as he kisses you; he swears his heart flutters whenever you laugh. “Yeah? Did ya like my performance out there, lovie?” he asks as he lips travel to your cheek and down your neck.

Harry feels you shiver and you could feel his smirk against your skin. You pull his face away from you and he pouts. “I love it. But you have to change for the main event,” you say and smile at his childish pout. You kiss the tip of his nose which makes him scrunch his face up. “Promise we’ll do this again later,”

And his eyes widen at the suggestion and he steals a peck from you. “I’m looking forward to that, lovie,” he smirks.

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The event was definitely something you didn’t think you’d get to experience. You honestly had to pinch yourself, hoping that was actually Dua Lipa and Taylor Swift that were sitting a few tables away from you. With every category leading up to the ones Harry was nominated, you could feel his hands sweating as they’re intertwined with yours. Harry didn’t mind if he didn’t win, but the thought of actually winning was definitely there in his mind.

You lift your hands, pull down your mask and press small kisses on the back of his hand, reassuring him always. And he smiles in gratitude at you.

As they are announcing the nominees for Best Pop Solo Performance, Harry’s hand grips yours tighter and you rub his arm in hopes to ease his nerves. The moment you hear the words ‘Watermelon Sugar’, you jump up from your chair and scream through your mask just as everyone else in the room stands and applaud him. Harry, for one, is in complete utter disbelief that he is the winner.

He stands from his chair, removing his mask, and gives you the biggest smile and tightest hug. “You did it, baby,” he hears you say in his ear amidst the applause, cheers and his song playing in the background. After giving Jeff a hug, he makes his way towards the stage. He picks up the shiny golden gramophone for a moment and sets it down before giving his speech. As he expresses his thanks and gratitude, you sit there looking up at him with the proudest face. Your heart feels warm knowing how this dream of his was finally a reality.

His speech nears its end when he makes one last thank you. “And to my love, for always believing in me and always telling me to strive for greatness. You were the first person I shared this album in its entirety and you’ve given me the love and support that is beyond what I deserve. I love you endlessly and this wouldn’t have been possible without you. I feel very honoured to be standing here with all of you so thank you so much,” He thanks the audience again before leaving the stage so he could sit next to you again, completely forgetting about his award on stage which made you giggle.

The night goes on and the both of you continue to soak in the magical night. At one point, you manage to have a conversation with Taylor Swift and you are surprised that you didn’t pass out. While Harry didn’t win in the other categories he was in, he was still grateful for the achievement and recognition he got. It was a marvelous night, he admits.

It was very late when you got home. You chuck your shoes away as you enter and quickly make your way to the couch where you could rest for a bit. Harry chuckles at you as he closes the door. He leans over you, smiling at your tired state and admiring your figure as your dress rises to your mid-thighs when you lie down.

“Scoot over, bubs,” he says as he takes off his orange blazer and black boa. He squeezes in beside you, resting his face on your chest while holding you close so you don’t fall off the edge of the couch. He hums as he feels your fingers running through his hair, pressing soft kisses on his head.

For a moment, he slowly feels himself falling asleep before he hears you gasp from above. “I forgot something!” you exclaim as you pull yourself off from under and rush to the kitchen. You hear Harry whine in protest as you leave him on the couch. “Bubs, I wanna cuddle,” he whines, his face smushed up against the couch as he misses your warmth.

“One second, H!” you say back to him. He hears you rummaging through something and for a second, he is intrigued by what you have up your sleeve. Harry hears your footsteps coming back and hears you setting down something as it clinks on the coffee table.

“Bubs, open your eyes!”

Harry is tempted to just fall asleep right then and there, but he hears the excitement in your voice and sighs against the couch as he opens his eyes. There you are, with the sweetest smile on your face next to a small round chocolate cake on a cake stand. Next to it are some plates, forks and a knife. Harry gets up and sits down next to you. “W-What? Where did you get this?” he says as he smiles at you.

“I made it for you. Today right before I went to see you. It’s why I was running late before your performance,” you beam at him and Harry looks at you in pure adoration. “I would’ve written something, like ‘Grammy Winner’ or something but that would be mocking you, you know, in case you didn’t win. But now you won and I kinda feel bad tha-”

Your words are cut off as Harry smashes his lips against yours. You hum in delight as your lips move against each other. Harry breaks away and cups your face in his large hands. They may be rough due to the guitar scars he gets, but they’re where yours belong.

“I love it, baby. Thank you,” he says sincerely and both of you smile, your eyes and heart holding all the love you had for each other. “I love you too. Anything for my Grammy-winner love,” you say softly as you peck his lips again. “Shall we?” you motion your head towards the cake. Harry agrees as he watches you cutting the cake for the both of you, his smile filled with love and adoration for you.

And he admits that you are simply the most amazing person he has ever loved. He had the most marvelous and golden night with you.

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tommydarlings · 4 years ago

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Grenade

pairing: Tom Holland x singer!reader

warnings: extremely sad and heartbreaking, cheating, kinda suicide but not exactly?

w/c: 1.2k

Requests: OPEN

Summary: Tom and y/n live happily together and they are the most gorgeous couple in Hollywood, right?

Part 2 ?

Music Video -> tap here

masterlist

Tom and I were currently the most famous and most loved couple in Hollywood. Our jobs were sometimes a bit exhausting, so as a singer I was often on tour and Tom was an actor in many interviews and premieres. But nothing could break us up, right?

Today was a normal day. I had to meet with my manager today and Tom was able to stay home and rest. "Bye tommy!" I shouted before I drove to my meeting. What I did not know, however, is that is going to be the worst day of my life.

After about 2 hours I was finally home and just wanted to cuddle with Tom. "Tom, I'm home!" I exclaimed from the kitchen, but there was no answer. "Tom, are you there?" I said as I walked up the stairs to our bedroom. When I stood outside, I heard a... moan? But no moaning of Tom, no, of a... Woman? Slowly and quietly I opened the door and saw my worst nightmare right in front of my eyes. Tom with another woman in our bed. Naked. fucking.

I stood rigidly, a few inches away from the door. Tears run down my cheek. Did he notice me? No. Of course not. He had too much fun with another woman who wasn't me in our bed.

Suddenly the bitch who just fucked my boyfriend noticed me and asked, "Who are you?." So she doesn't even know he's taken?!

Tom turned around and when he saw me and my tears, he jumped up but I was faster and ran down to leave this house. "y/n, wait!" he shouted but I didn´t stop.

He tried to stop me but I just ran out of the house to my car. I drove to a small hotel and stayed there for a while before I found an apartment.

6 months later

Tom pov:

"What kind of music do you want to hear?" Harry asked from the living room. The whole Holland family is visiting Tom so he doesn't feel so alone. Everyone in his family knew what he did after you made an Instagram post about the break up. Few weeks after you published the post, Tom decided to puplish the reason. His fans were disappointed and he lost millions of followers and from his family everyone yelled at him until Tom started crying.

Even Paddy yelled at him and Nikki cried like a waterfall because she really loved you and she thought her son would that too.

"Uhhh, guys?" Harry said to his family. "Yes, Harry?" Dominic replied. "Did you know that y/n released a new song yesterday?"

Everyone froze in the house until Paddy replied, "Can we listen to it?" Everyone looked at Tom until he answered, "Yeah, okay."

This handwriting = Everything that is mention in the song ( Lyrics )

This handwriting = Every action in the Music video

Harry clicked on the video and it started with you sitting in a dark room on a bed and it was raining outside.

Easy come, Easy go, thats just how you live, oh take, take, take it all

But you never give.

You took a picture of yourself and Tom in your hand.

Should have know, you was trouble, from the first kiss had your eyes wide open,

Why were they open?

Suddenly the glass from the picture frame broke.

Gave you all i had and you tossed it in the Trash, you tossed it in the Trash you did.

In the scene you had a rope in your hand, the rope was tied to a piano and with that you walked down a road.

To give me all your Love, is all i ever asked cause, what you don´t undetstand is I catch a Grenade for ya,

Throw my head on a blade for ya,

I jump infront of a train for ya,

You know I do anything for ya,

ohhhh,

I would go through all this pain,

Take a bullet straight through my brain,

Yes I would die for you baby,

But you won´t do the same.

Everyone slowly began to fall to tears, including the boys.

Nikki let the tears flow like a waterfall.

No,no,no,no

Black,Black,Black and Blue

Beat me till i´m numb,

Tell the Devil i said “Hey” when you get back to where you from.

This line hurt especially for Tom because he knew he actually belonged in hell for that what he did to you.

Mad Man, Bad Man,

That´s just what you are,

Yeah you smile in my face then rip the breaks out my car.

In the scene you stood in front of men who insulted you and you had a polaroid image of you and Tom in your hand, which one of the men then threw out of your hand.

Gave you all i had and you tossed it in the Trash,

you tossed it in the Trash yes you did.

In the scene you picked up the picture again and went on with the piano.

To give me all your Love,

Is all I ever asked,

Cause, what you don´t understand is I catch a Grenade for ya,

Throw my head on a blade for ya,

I jump infront of a train for ya,

You know I do anything for ya,

I would go through all this pain,

Take a bullet straight trough my brain,

Yes I would die for you baby,

But you won´t do the same.

In this scene you arrived in front of a house and looked up to a window where you see a woman, after that comes a man who kisses her and you go again.

"The woman is the one I was in bed with and I am the man." Tom thought. When he looked around the room he saw everyone was crying, even he cried.

If my Body was on fire,

Uh, you watch me burn down in Flames,

The next line you sang broke everyone's heart.

You said you love me,

You’re the liar,

Cause you never, ever, ever did baby.

But darling I still catch a Grenade for ya,

Throw my head on a blade for ya,

I jump infront of a train for ya,

You know I do anything for ya,

Ohhh,

I would go trough all this pain,

Take a bullet straight trough my brain,

Yes I would die for you baby,

But you won´t do the same.

In this scene you stood with the piano on tracks and the barriers slowly closed.

"What is she doing?" nikki said with a devastated voice.

"She won't kill herself, will she?" Paddy said with tears in his eyes.

"Of course not, it's just a video" Tom said as he also had tears coming out of his eyes.

No, you won´t do the same,

You wouldn´t do the same,

Uh, you never do the same,

No,no,no,no

Suddenly a train came and seconds before he killed you, ended the video.

Everyone was speechless. Sam got up and picked up handkerchiefs for everyone.

Harry got up and hit tom in the face before he said, "You're an idiot" and went up to the guest room.

"She would never kill herself because of me," Tom thought.

right?

a/n: Ahhh, I hope you like this one! I was on the edge of tears when i wrote this omg. On the top i linked the real music video from Bruno Mars! Watch the video maybe while your reading the story! :) I have a lot of ideas for a Part 2 ... So, Part 2? ily, liz <3

#tom holland fanfiction #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tomholland x reader #tom holland sad #sad story #sry #crying #cryyyyyyyyy #fanfiction #fanfic #longer than usual #tom holland fluff #heartbreaking #song #cheating #im in tears

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bakatenshii · 4 years ago

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Grapefruit

Oikawa Tooru x reader (haikyuu!!)

word count: 2.3k

TW: 18+, lemon, wattpad, crack

A/N: I’m so sorry. This is actually a joke, a parody, I promise, it’s written like this on purpose for the collab. Terrible (or lack entirely of) grammar, dialogue so cheesy I threw up multiple times in my mouth, too many specifications of shades of the colour pink. For @undermattsun’s whorehouse wattpad garbage fire collab. I’m so sorry.

grape·fruit

/ˈɡrāpˌfro͞ot/

In the world of fandom (check out fan fiction, fanfics, or fics), a grapefruit is a story which consists of sexual explicit themes in bizarre situations.

An orange-twinged pink, almost coral.

haikyuu series!! :3

disclaimer: haikyuu does NOT belong 2 me. Or else I would make XXXX go w/ XXXX ;)

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𝑝𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠

𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠

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“hurry up y/n!!!” - i remove my skullcandies out my ears, hearing my best friend sunnie(with an ie! not y!) shout to me from down the hall.

flipping my baby pink (NOT cotton candy pink! god there’s a difference, get it right. last week ash-lee with her stupid bleach blonde hair called it cotton candy pink and I wanted to kill her) hair behind my shoulder, i skipped down the lockers.

i was in my best outfit, checkered pink and white (bubblegum pink, this time) leg warmers with my matching pink + white skirt and white denim jacket with a pink butterfly bedazzled on the back. i saw paris hilton in it on her myspace too, so you could say im pretty trendy.

not like the other girls, like brittney (with her dark hair with a blue streak with a puppy shaped purse she swears is designer.) or ash-lee with her stupid ugly blonde hair that’s deffo fake. oh i already said that

anyways

it’s just an average tuesday morning, and i’m just your not-so-average girl. my name’s (y/n) (l/n) and im (age) years old. my best friends are sunnie, rachelle, and meeky. oh, and lindt, sometimes, when she’s not too busy with trying to save the world from global warming.

i’m on my way to p.e. which UGH is my least fav class, who even came up with it? but at least there’s the hottie oikawa tooru-sama in my class (ha! eat that ash-lee + brittney) and all the girls luuuuurv him. he’s soooo hot i bet he has abs

(brianna with the ugly hair who wears green shoes with red socks said she saw him change once and she totally saw his 8pack but she’s a liar so i dont believe her)

(even tho he tooootally has one)

i was on way just skipping down the hall to go to p.e. when someone crashes into me from behind.

‘-u-GH!’ i fall.

‘hey!!!!’ i turned around to yell at who’s bumping into me-

it was oikawa tooru-sama!! the most popular boy in school!!! i felt like i was in a dream i pinched my hand but... it hurts!!! this isn’t a dream!!! the oikawa tooru-sama just crashed into me!!! with his body!!! his shoulder touched me!!!!!

he turn and looks at me and... my heart stops. i think im dying omgomgomg

‘a-are you okay (y/n)-chan?’ he asks me and holds his hand out.

i cant believe it. the oikawa tooru-sama is giving me his hand to hold?!?! is this heaven???

‘i-i-‘ i stammer. i’m so shocked i swear my face is beat red. ‘i-i’m ok.’

i was too scared to hold his hands because mine were so sweaty from seeing him this upclose. i stand up and dust my knees because i want him to think i’m tough. that’s right. oikawa tooru-sama is a professional vball player! (v for volley-ball) he’s not going to like some dumb average weak normal crybaby girl.

‘ok. see ya in class!’ he smiles and waves at me before walking down the hall, shooting me his signature smile. the one that makes flowers bloom around him and glitters around his whole body.

h-how did he know? did he just say in class??? the oikawa tooru-sama knows who i am???

i take out my phone to frantically text my bffs (sunnie, rachelle, meeky and lindt) and see the group chat had some unread new messages. i click open it.

(beep)

𝚋𝚕@𝚑𝚔𝚞𝚐𝟶𝟶: omgzzzz i juss saw tsukki-sama xDDD

𝕣𝕒𝕖𝕖𝕖𝕖𝕩𝕠𝕩𝕠: STDU XDD wut wuzz he wearin?!? hes sooooo hawt oh em geez

tsukki-sama, aka tsukishima kei-sama, is the hot blondie in the other class’s vball team. rachelle and sunnie are sooo in love with him, but i don’t blame them. he’s soooo tall, taller than oikawa tooru-sama even. (but that doesn’t matter because oikawa tooru-sama has the prettiest smile in the world and no one’s seen tsukki-sama smile like... since he came outta the womb)

i quickly type out my txt because this is more important than what the blonde vball star is wearing.

(beep)

𝖗𝖆𝖜𝖗𝖇4𝖐4: guizzzzz guizzzz GUIZE!!!! GUEZZ WUT JUSS HAPPND!!

𝖗𝖆𝖜𝖗𝖇4𝖐4: u’ll nv beliv it!!!!! omGZZZZZ IM LAIK DYINN XDDDDDDD TT_TT

ｓｋ８ｅｒｇ１ｒｌ: omgawd wuuuut

ｓｋ８ｅｒｇ１ｒｌ: w8 kita-sama jus sk8dd by me i fink he haz a new b04rd!!!!! be are be

𝖗𝖆𝖜𝖗𝖇4𝖐4: uGGGHRRR MEEKY DIS IZ MOAR IMPOARTAN!!!!!!

before i have the chance to tell them about my fateful encounter with the oikawa tooru-sama someone snatches my phone away. i turn around, maybe it’s oikawa tooru-sama again?

UGH NO IT’S OUR STUPID BALD PRINCIPAL. now i’m in trouble.

‘no phones in the hall (y/n) (l/n)-san!’ he yells at me. his breath stinks, yuck.

he takes my phone and puts it in his pocket and i realize that he’s putting it in his pocket and taking it away.

‘b-but-‘ jimmy i protest. not my flip phone with my pink bedazzled hello kitty charm on the end!

‘no buts!!!! see you after lecture missy!!’

god, this is just like, the worst day ever.

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𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑦𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

𝑙𝑒𝑡’𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑛

𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

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p.e. is the same as always: im sitting on the side, not doing sports because girls like me can’t risk breaking my perfectly painted pink (hot pink, not baby pink) nail with diamonds on it. i tell my bffs about the encounter and they all agree that it’s deffo fate.

‘i know right??’ i giggle staring down at the man of my dreams, at his chocolate brown locks, thinking back at his dreamy brown orbs staring into my dark black ones offering me his hand.

‘you should totes ask him out!’ giggles sunnie.

‘oh em gee, never!!! that’s sooo embarrassing, he’s totally gonna say no!’ i said.

‘seriously, (y/n)-chan, what do you have to lose?’ rachelle said.

‘just like, my dignity and self respect.’ i reply sassily.

at that we three burst into laughter, and the fat p.e. prof turns and tells us shhhhhhh.

i love my friends.

i tell them about our bald principal taking my pink flip phone with the hello kitty charm on it away.

‘oh no!’ rachelle exclaimed.

‘what are you going to do?’ sunnie asked.

i shrug, feeling at a loss without it.

‘it’s like, seriously dangerous without a phone.’ the blonde said.

‘what if you get like, kidnapped or something?!’ the purplenette said, clasping her hand over her mouth in a show of shock. (ps. bluette vs. blunette?)

‘kidnapped?!?’ i laugh. ‘who’s gonna kidnap me?!!’ we all burst into laughter again, causing our p.e. prof (still fat and annoying) to shhh us again.

little did i know that the brunette vball star was staring up at me, plotting.

i had no idea what was about to come.

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𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦, 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑦

𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑦

𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑤𝑎𝑦

𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛, 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑒

𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒, 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

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when i open my eyes, my eyes are heavy, staring up at a bright light above my head. i squint my eyes because the light hurts my eyes.

‘well, well, well’ i hear a voice behind me. ‘(y/n)-himesama’s awake, i see.’

wait-

i know that voice-

that’s-

that’s the oikawa tooru-sama’s voice!

‘w-what?’ i stuttered, surprised but feeling a warm rush going down my body at the sound of his voice. ‘what’s going on?’

he chuckles. ‘can’t you tell?’

i look around and see my arms taped up behind me on a chair and my legs tied together by... something. rope maybe?

‘where am i?’ i ask, even more bewildered.

‘tsk tsk tsk, silly (y/n)-himesama. i’ve kidnapped you, my dear.’ he said. ‘we’re in my mansion right now’

my eyes pop out of their sockets. am i hearing him right?

‘no,’ he corrects himself. ‘we’re in our mansion.’

i can’t help but blush at that suggestion. our mansion?

that’s right, i must be crazy, i think to myself. this is all just a dream, i’m still in school, on the bleachers with my bffs and i fell asleep in our class.

‘this isn’t a dream, darling’ he singsongs, and i feel more warmth flood downwards. god what is wrong with me? turned on in this situation? but can you blame me? who wouldn’t get turned on when the oikawa tooru-sama is standing in front (or behind) them and calling them ‘darling’?

‘w-what- h-h-how?’ i ask him. ‘i was just at school, staring at you play vball in the gym- i mean n-not staring at you- and-‘

he chuckles darkly.

‘i know you were, (y/n)-himesama. that’s why i kidnapped you, because you’re so cute.’

i blush at his words. m-me? cute??? did the oikawa tooru just call me cute?

i suddenly remember what rachelle and sunnie said in p.e. today about being kidnapped, and shudder. god, h-her mind! they’re totally gonna tell me i told you so! when i tell them.

‘b-but, h-how?’ i bit my lip looking at him beneath my lashes, or however anastasia steele did it in too many shades of grey. (it wasn’t actually that bad, but ill never admit it. it’s sorta kinda hot. also pantone says theres only like 37 diff shades so.)

‘i saw you with your friends, and i served a ball at your head knocking you out.’ he explained. suddenly i feel a pang on my head reinforcing what he’s saying.

‘ow...’ i say quietly.

the brunette man built like a god walks into my frame of vision for the first time after waking up and i notice he’s shirtless, all 8pack exposed for me to look at.

(i guess brianna was right, but she’s still a liar that wears green shoes with red socks.)

he comes up to me and kneels in front of me until he’s kneeling in front of me. he carresses my cheek with his hand (the same one he reached out to me earlier that day, pre-kidnapping) and i sigh.

if this is a dream never wake me up. i think to myself.

‘wh-‘ before i can get the words out asking him why me?, he presses a finger to my lips, shushing me.

he looks at me with his brown chocolate orbs, and i get lost in them, counting the stars and constellations in those glowing beautiful orbs that i never thought i could look at so up close. (except in photos i secretly took)

‘i love you, (y/n) (l/n)’ he says.

i fainted.

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𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠

𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒

𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑟𝑦, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

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i wake up (for the second time that day, god what is up with today?), my eyes still heavy.

‘good morning, darling,’ i hear a voice say, and suddenly i remember everything that’s transpired so far.

(for reference: i crashed into the oikawa tooru-sama this morning, had my phone taken away, and now kidnapped by none other than the oikawa tooru-sama, now in his- no, our mansion.)

‘o-oikawa tooru-sama?’ i stutter out weakly, still groggy.

‘just tooru, my hime-sama.’ he says and i feel my body heating up again.

suddenly, i’m filled with an overwhelming emotion, and the worlds spill out before i can stop them.

‘i love you, t-tooru.’ i stutter on the foreign name, biting my lips (for good measure).

he looks at me, chocolate orbs piercing right into my super dark black pupils, and he starts to cry. i cry too, because he just looks so beautiful, even when he’s crying.

he holds me in his arm and i nuzzle my nose into his neck, smelling his deep chocolatey velvety sweet minty musky scent. he smells so good i could just stay here forever, bathing in the chocolatey velvety sweet minty musk.

‘u-um...’ i start, and he nuzzles his face into my neck some more. i can feel his wet tears on my shoulder... is he still crying??

i try again. ‘u-ummmm...’

he finally looks up at me and i peer into his deep chocolate orbs, feeling him stare intently into my dark block orbs. i wiggle my arms to show him i want him to release them, because if you remember they’re still taped up by like, tape or rope or whatever.

‘o-oh!’ he exclaims and unties them.

i don’t know what came over me but suddenly we’re kissing, our tongues are battling for dominance within our hot wet cavernous mouths, and it’s soooo hot.

he grips my legs and spreads them apart, tongues still fighting a mighty battle, and i see him take out his big massive rock hard member in his hands.

i wrap my legs around him, thankful for the pink (bubblegum pink) and white checkered skirt im wearing today for easy access, and he pushes his hot shaft into my core. i can feel his member in my wet gushy wushy pussy and it feels so good i came.

he cums too.

‘w-will you marry me?’ he looks up at me, his member still inside. i feel tears brimming in my eyes again as I nod.

‘i do.’

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𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑠

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦’𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑒’𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔

𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒

a/n: ta-dah!! the end!!! tankzz 4 readin guyzzzz lawl im thinking of making dis a series so... ;))) tell me who u wana be kidnapped by next! xD

a/n #2: speshull tankz 2 uwucatgirlprincess99 4 da line (u kno da one ;))) + sk8erg0rl666 4 havin me in da collab! + also cummin up wiv da title!! lawlzz rawr x)))

a/n #3: OH WOW . erhm. Longest chappy thing ive written. Hope you liked it. so uhm. ENJOY ! [btw, I'm considering doing the NEXT CHAP; sneak peek thing. Should I? :3 Comment?] plz R&R!! :]]] kudoz 4 u <333

p.s. da colour i used 4 da lyriczzz is fuschia pink! :3

p.p.s. comment below if u reconize dee song!! ur a kool kat if u do ;))

#oikawa #im so sorry im so so so so sorry #please dont read this #please dont perceive this #i have nothing to say only apologies #altho im vvvv proud of how on brand my titlw us #and i um..... if ur readinv this heres where i admit #that the disclaimer on top and a/n at the bottom may or may have been taken from my.... ff.net #from when i was 9.........#just for a diff fandom (with slight tweaking)#im just sorry #im really really sorry

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binniesthighs · 4 years ago

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hi hi cuties and thigh enthusiasts!! just about a day ago my lil blog full of hornies and changbin thirst reached 1,500 and i am just jaflkjasd :’) since then haha

ah ah this post is already so cheesy hehe but i wanted to say thank you so very much from the bottom of my heart for following me along with my journey with this blog! after having the hobby of writing for the greater part of my life, i’m so immensely thankful that i started this blog and hopefully took ya all on some of the crazy adventures i keep locked up in my head hehe

having this blog has been such a wonderful experience, from learning about myself as a writer, exploring the many, many hornies that i’ve got, and most of all, meeting all of the freakin’ fantastic individuals in this community! ~thank you to each and every one of you for being the sweetest, loveliest, most hilarious and welcoming people i could ever wish to meet and have the honor of getting to know and write for!~

to celebrate, i wanted to make a lil list n’ love letter to my lovely pals for ya to check out! there is fkn CRAZY talent on this list and i highly recommend that ya check out everyone and their masterlists!

to my moots~ GAH I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH my whole experience here on smutblr has been made absolutely amazing by you all! GOSH hehe i am full of so much love for you all your brains are seggsy as hell and i’m always rooting for you!! thank you so much for being my friends <3

to my readers~ my loves, thank you, as a writer, to bee seen and heard fulfills every word i write and every lil idea i scribble down. wherever ya are in the world, thank you for taking the time to read my pieces and for sending me love. you are my reason!!

to my anons~ thank you my darlings for all of your kindness, screams in my inbox, every song rec, hard thought and word of encouragement. my lil anon family i love you and appreciate you all so much! thank you for reaching out to me and makin’ a lil home on my account! it means the world to me! <3

to my bunch of (ro)ses~ thank you so much for hyping me with each of my updates, for showing up in my notifs and being overall frickin’ angels! thank you so much for reading as always and i hope that ya like what’s to come!

~hehe i wanted to write ya all lil messages too! while they just scratch the surface, please know that i love ya all to the moon and back!! 🥰~

🌹Writers🌹

@aliceu ~ alice, hehe here’s to all the times that we would ramble about fantasy aus and bounce ideas off eachother, thank you so much for being my go-to and my muse at times! your works are literally magical my love!

@bearseungmin ~ hehe dawn i think that you might be one of my oldest moots on this list! ever since i started out here in this lil corner on the internet, you have been the most supportive, sweet individual there is to me and I can’t say thank you enough! i’m also like, highkey obsessed with everything you write hehehe

@binniesbrat ~ oh my gosh té , hehe lol i will bring this up over and over again bc i’m just so ah ah it makes me melt but fun fact hehe back when i was babybinniesthighs, té reached out to me, and made me felt like i belonged--i literally lysm! your hornies are fantastic my dear, we are so lucky to have you here!

@bruh-changbin ~ dear sky, while we’ve only talked a little in asks, i wanted to express how very dear you are to me! hehe when i update and you hype me up it literally makes my whole frickin’ day! you keep me going! not to mention that your writing is *chef’s kiss* teehee

@bubblelixie ~ ah! kc! we’ve also been moots for a good while, i think back when i was babybinniesthighs too! hehe your overwhelming love and support of me makes my heart frickin’ swell and seeing you in my notifs and my asks with hornies makes me feel so dang fuzzy! you are quite literally one of the most adorable cuties on here! your writing also just *knocks me out* OOF

@chaangbin ~ ours is quite the story dear hazel bean...meaning....i was like, the biggest, nerdiest fangirl of your work for quite some time and very very shy to tell you that it was me ahhhhh haha well here i am ooP your writing is so beautiful and human and immersive in so many ways! i’m crazy lucky to be moots and friends with ya! omg if i say more i will literally embarrass the heck out of myself hahahhaha

@decembermoonskz ~ beautiful izzy, you are such, and i mean such an inspiration to me. the way that you write is so gorgeous and i feel as if i’m in every scene. the way that you create worlds and place your readers in them is frickin’ insane! hehe i love obsessing with ya over chan any day and night! keep goin’!

@dom--minnie ~ len, when i think of comfort, i really think of you. the way that i feel so safe with ya is like, insane. even when we first started chattin’ i just knew that we had an amazin’ thing coming hehe. from horny rambles to literally just talkin’ bout life, i am absurdly lucky to have met you here! you literally deserve everything wonderful in life and i love ya so much!

@etherealeeknow ~ gah gen, my dear, the way that you checked up with me over my lil break just huhuhu thank you so much for being such a lovely and caring person towards me and everyone else whom you meet! you are so precious and i hope ya never forget that!

@fight-me-m8 ~ darling and sweet rosetta, FRICK literally when i think of you oh my gosh i get the fuzzies, i’m so happy that we met and that i was able to witness the beginnings of your account! you have so so much love to give and i will fight you and give you more love back. bb i’m so happy to have you as a moot!

@film-in-my-soul ~ alex! hehe while our friendship is still in the bb stages, i wanted to throw some love your way too!! i’m so hyped to write with you in the future and talk even more! i love how fast we clicked when we started talking about BLs AHA darlin’ you are so sweet and i can’t wait to get to know ya more!

@formidxble ~ kim oh my god, you are a frickin’ force. when you entered this community a lil bit ago, and then made it your own, sharing with us your beautiful brain and lovely kindness, i swear the world must’ve taken a breath or something LOL you always astonish me with your works and i’m literally so excited for what the future holds for you!

@hanflix ~ i think that i speak for so many of us here that rue, you are truly an inspiration. back when i was starting out and even now, reading your works feels like such a treat and i try to savor them all up! as a writer, i look up to you so much and as a wonderful, humble and hardworking person i look up to you as well!! thank you so much for welcoming me when i was babybinniesthighs ilsym!

@hongnanglen-arina ~ arina my fuckin’ love oh my god if i could fly to where you are i frickin’ would!! i really think that the universe did a lil somethin’ somethin’ allowing us to meet. i feel so comfortable with you talkin’ about anything and everything especially hornies they are fkn’ unbridled. i can’t count how many times you’ve made me topple with laugher at like 3am. i’m so happy to have you in my life!

@hyunsluvv ~ kathy istg you are one of the sweetest people i have had the pleasure of meeting on this lil corner of the internet! the care and love that you give to each of your anons, moots and in your work is truly astounding. i remember when you were just starting out i knew that big things were in store for you, and they still are! hehe

@imagineinnie ~ el, you are literally an angel if i have ever met one. it means the whole world to me when i see your dms, and the way that you check up on me and so many others goes to show the utter kindness and selflessness that you exhibit. cutie, thank you so much for always cheering me on and being such a light in this community!!

@instachans ~ kenny, although we’ve just met, i’m already so excited for our friendship to come! you are such an angel and have so much love to give, i’m so thankful that you slide into my asks hehe the future holds such amazing things for you!

@itsapapisongo ~ javi, my dear, there’s just somethin’ about us that flows like frickin’ water. i feel like there’s the people that you meet in life that you kind of just click with, and i’m immensely grateful that i’ve met you. your love, support, hornies and lethal timing with gifs keeps me smiling. you are an astonishing writer and i feel so lucky to be here with you!

@jisungsplatforms ~ sweet ina hehe i’m so glad that ya slid into my asks the day that you did! your vibes are so sweet and peaceful and i feel as if you and your account are such a safe place! i love, love sharing hornies with you over our boys! there is so much ahead for you my dear and i can’t wait!!!

@mochinnie ~ omg i’ve totally said this before so many times, but i am so, so wowed by your work isa and they stick with me for like days after i read your pieces! i am so utterly inspired by you! i love your blog’s aesthetic and how you are always truthfully yourself i admire this so much! when i was starting out your works kept me goin’! thank you so much for this hehe

@mzmezzler ~ ryan you literally deserve the whole world! not to mention that you are doing god’s work writing sub!skz! sweets, each of your pieces are so wonderful and imaginative and your lil memes and thoughts are so cute! please always keep doing you!!

@ohmysparkle ~ sparkle: oh my gosh where can i start??? you are one fkn’ badass sparklin’ cat and my freakin’ role model. every day i am so astonished over how well spoken, wise, and reasonable you are while also being off the walls unapologetically yourself. my dear plz always shout with me about sub!hyunjin teehee

@seungmoomin ~ nia big sexy brain!! holy shit the fkn talent in this bus? astronomical! nia i am absoluately WEAK over your writings and highkey you as a person over all! i swear, your blog is a gold mine and your personality is so wonderful i can’t put it into words LOL there’s no one quite like you and i can’t even count how many times you’ve got me dying laughing here ily!!

@yourdaddychan ~ LUNA my queen of capitalization and screaming in dms, you add a spice to my life that i didn’t know was missing. talking to you in every format is fkn fantastic and lights up my day no matter how gloomy its been. i really feel like this is your world and i’m just livin’ in it LOL I LOVE YEW

🌹Readers🌹

@introjoonie ~ mai, this account would literally not be in existence if not for you, and it’s provided me with such happiness over these few months! thank you so much for encouraging me to let my hornies to the wind, and for listening to all my rambles about it since. thank you so much for being a lovely best friend, cheerleader and person. i’ll be seeing you soon!

@jeonglixie, @lechanters, @inlovewithasa, @pixxie-lixxie ~ my loves there is something so, so beautiful about each and every one of you, i cannot thank you enough for reading my works and for being so overwhelmingly supportive and kind with your feedback time and again. i’m so blessed to have such wonderful readers such as you! my time here on tumblr has been made by you and so many others of my unbelievably sweet readers!

@lovesfaith ~ ahh tumblr is being rude not letting me tag ya but sweets i just wanted to thank you so much for your kindness too! i adore talking with ya about astrology n’ just life and the way that you read me like a book is CRAZY haha thank you for being you Bambi!

@meow-minho ~ marine, every time that i see you on tumblr i am so thankful for your grace, and just lovely welcoming vibes. i am so thankful to have such a lovely person as you in my life and i can’t express how much me (and i’m sure so many other writers on here) appreciate your feedback. thank you so much!

@synnocence ~ wonderful cee, since first meeting you i feel like i’ve had the pleasure of getting to know such a wonderful human and equally amazin’ fellow bin stan! i can’t thank you enough for how much you’ve helped me grow my bin collection! dm-ing with you is always such a joy and you deserve the frickin’ world my friend!!

once again, thank you so much for poppin by and giving me a read, an ask, a dm or simply just sending bin pics my way hehe

i hope to write much more in the future and to lash out with all the hornies that i’ve got! i can’t wait to share more with you all! thank you so much for being my motivation, as well as seggsy ass cuties who i am so lucky to share this space with!!

have you thought about changbin’s thighs today yet? well...now you have 😉

#binniesthighs #uglycries #milestone hehe #Ro loves you so! much!#thank yo so much!!!

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paodequeijofeliz-blog · 4 years ago

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Don’t you remember?

Bloodbound Fanfiction (characters and main story belongs to Pixelberry Studios).

Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed and MC (Annie)

Information: this takes place long after Bloodbound 3. In this scenario, MC was Turned only after giving birth to their daughter.

Summary: Thirty years after meeting Annie for the first time, now Kamilah is married and has a daughter who is about to get married as well. While preparing the wedding, they decide to remember Lysia’s childhood stories. This part 3 was inspired by an anon request and they’re the one who had this wonderful idea, thank you anon! You have all the credit for it! 💛

Warnings: just fluff and funny.

Part 1 Part 2

January 8th, 2049

The group was still having dessert and some coffee at the restaurant. Soon they would be leaving to take care of their tasks. Lysia had an appointment with the florist in the afternoon, where she would meet Drake so both could finally choose the flowers. Her attention was now captured by Lily showing some pictures of LA, until Adrian asked her a sudden question.

“Darling, do you remember when exactly did you fall in love with your fiancé?”

She fixed her posture, a little surprised. It was the first time Lysia ever thought about it. “Hmm… I guess… It was the day he met my mothers for the first time. When we were doing a school project together.”

“The night we made brownies? Really?” Annie’s eyes were sparkling of excitement. “I can’t believe it, I was there! And I noticed how he would smile at you.”

“All I remember is the stupid one.” Kamilah sighed, taking a sip of her espresso.

“Kyle! Oh my god, yes. He was hitting on you.” Lysia loved that part.

“WHAT?” Lily was almost finished with her dessert but dropped the spoon the minute she heard it. “Tell us. Please. I beg you.”

“Oh, my.” The Egyptian got back to her coffee, refusing to tell that story.

“Well, luckily I have a pretty good memory.” Annie couldn’t help herself. “It was a regular night…”

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September 20th, 2041

Lysia wasn’t a shy teenager, but she could be quite reserved and just a little bit judgemental regarding people her own age. Therefore, for her to bring friends to the Penthouse, it took years and a lot of encouragement from her mothers. Well, from Anna, since Kamilah couldn’t care less about other mortal teenagers.

That’s why that night should go well, so Lysia would feel comfortable enough to bring them again. It was just a school project, but Annie knew how kids could be, so she was fixing some snacks in the kitchen and had a silly program going on the TV. Luckily, there would be a lot of laughs and not much of studying tonight.

“Mom, I’m home!” Lysia’s voice came from the living room as she entered, followed by three classmates.

“I’ll be there in a sec!” The woman was just finishing to heat up some Brazilian snacks that would certainly blow their minds. After putting all of it on a bowl, and taking another one of popcorn, she left to the living room and dropped it on the coffee table. “Here you go! Brain food.”

“Wow!” someone whispered under breath.

“Mom, these are…”

“Wait, wait, wait, let me get the soda first!” she ran back into the kitchen, leaving Lysia with a hand hanging in the air.

“Is that your mother? I mean… It’s…” the girl standing beside the armchair couldn’t blink. “She is so pretty!”

“I think Nina just fell in love with your mom.” One of the boys laughed, the blond jock.

Annie came back with a huge smile and a trade of glasses filled by some coloured beverage. “There’s pink lemonade, and some other different sodas here. But if you want, I can bring some juice, tea, coffee, water, we’ve got it all. Alright, who is who?”

Lysia sighed, getting back to introducing them. “So, this is Drake. The one with the jersey on is Kyle and that’s Nina. Everyone, this is my mother, Mrs. Sayeed.”

“Annie.” She dismissed the formalities, stepping forward to give each one of them two kisses on the cheeks. That made the girl next to the armchair blush and giggle. “Well, there’s soda, popcorn annnnnnnnnnd something else. It’s a Brazilian snack, we call it salgadinhos. Just imagine if someone took a bunch of raw French fries and stuffed them with cheese, chicken, meat, whatever you want, then fried it. I believe this is the closer I can get of explaining how it tastes like. Try it. You’re gonna love it.”

“Thanks, mom.” Lysia went to get herself the only glass that wasn’t soda, but iced tea. “Alright, let’s sit on the floor and start this project.”

While everybody got settled quickly, the woman left them alone, not even noticing how Nina’s eyes followed her. The girl sighed and turned back to Lysia, a goofy smile on her face. “Your mother is the most beautiful woman that has ever lived.”

“Oh, gee! This is awesome!” Drake was super excited about a chicken snack he took from the bowl.

“Coxinha. It’s my favourite.” Lysia smiled at him for a second, but dropped her gaze to the books, trying to hide the way her cheeks blushed.

“I swear, her eyes, and her lips, and the waves of her hair, it’s all just so…” Nina was still dreaming about Annie. “And the voice, that accent, where is she from again, Lys? I bet is a sexy country.”

“Brazil.”

“Told ya. Sexy country.” The girl popped one of those fried meat balls on her mouth.

“What makes Brazil a sexy country?” Lysia arched one eyebrow, a movement she learned with Kamilah over the years.

“Your mum.” Nina swallowed, eyes still lingering in the way to the kitchen.

“Oh, god. Alright, focus. Let’s get this project done.”

Slowly, the conversation started to fade away, as they got distracted by reading and writing. In a couple hours, Annie went to check the silent group to find out the food was gone, and so were the drinks. She took the bowls and glasses out, not risking making a sound, never even noticing how Nina sighed and blushed at her side. It was almost 8 p.m. by now, so Kamilah would be arriving soon. The woman stared at the clock in the kitchen, anxious about what to do. They all seemed so quiet and compenetrated, Annie didn’t want to interrupt, but…

“Mom?” Lysia called her at the door, an uneasy expression on her face.

“Hi, baby. Need some help?”

“No, no. Just… Wondering. We did a lot. Not all of it, as to be expected, but a lot.” The girl bit her lower lip, as she was still trying to decide whether to ask for something or not.

Annie knew that movement. It was like her daughter’s thoughts were being said out loud to her. She wanted to have fun, but her serious and committed little heart was telling her to stay focused on the studying.

“Hmmm, that’s good. But I think you should take a break. You don’t wanna risk writing a bad conclusion cause you’re too tired after doing a great introduction and development, do you?”

Lysia’s eyes sparkled. Excitement and relief. “I supposed not. What do you suggest?”

“Well, I was about to make us some brownies. Why don’t you call your friends here, and we make it together? We could put some music on too.”

“That sounds fun. Right?”

“It is fun.” Annie took that sweet teenager’s face between her hands. A seventeen-year-old girl, so incredibly smart and confident, yet so insecure about making friends. “Trust me. They’ll love it.”

She couldn’t be more right. In ten minutes, there was some pop music playing from a phone and a bunch of teenagers trying to figure it out how to make brownies. Mostly, they were just stealing the M&M’s, making jokes about the worst trash movie ever made and confessing the most embarrassing dates they had. Annie won their affection enough to pull Lysia into the conversation, then shrewdly distanced herself, concentrating on cutting the fresh baked brownies, so her daughter would have all the attention.

The entire house smelled like chocolate. That was the first thing Kamilah noticed when entering through the front door. All the unfamiliar voices were being heard even from the elevator, and for a moment The Vampire had forgotten all about that little gathering. She sighed, so tired. Left the purse on the table and high heels by the door, eager to have some brownies too.

Kamilah was jut crossing the hallway to the kitchen when a boy talking on the phone almost bumped into her.

“A… I’ll call you back later, dude…” Kyle’s eyes widened at that vision. “Holy crap, you’re gorgeous.”

“Excuse me?” the Vampire arched an eyebrow.

“Kyle Grant. You must be Kamilah.” He put a hand on the wall and a cocky smile on his face. “Heard a lot about you.”

There were so many answers crossing her mind now, but all she did was look down and pat his head. “I’m sure you did, little boy. Now why don’t you go sit with your friends, huh?”

And just like that, Kamilah removed his arm and entered the kitchen to look for her wife. Annie was cooking something by the stove, while the others already started eating the hot brownies. Lysia only gave her mother a cold glance, for she was still mad about a fight they had a couple of days ago. Drake was too distracted trying to impress the girl with good jokes to notice the tall woman, as was Nina, her entire attention captured by Annie’s explanation of what “brigadeiros” were.

“I swear, my love, one day everybody in New York will know all about Brazilian cuisine because of you.” The Vampire hugged her from behind, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

“Nah, it’s just party food. I haven’t even started explaining our barbecues.” She relaxed on Kamilah’s arms for a second, still stirring the melted chocolate with condensed milk in the pot. “There’s more brownies in the microwave. I saved you some.”

“Now you may have my heart.”

“Hmmm I already do, sweetheart.”

The Egyptian gave her a last kiss on the cheek and went to take a few brownies, choosing only the ones that had nuts instead of M&M’s. Suddenly, she felt the shadow of a small figure behind her, together with the smell of cologne. “Oh, no.”

“So, a fan of chocolate, huh?” Kyle hopped on the kitchen’s counter, trying to get closer. “What about we go out for some ice cream after this? Let’s ditch them.”

“You know you’re a baby, don’t you?” Kamilah took a bite from one of the brownies, barely glancing at the child beside her.

“Thank you, hotstuff. But I prefer to be called ‘babe’ instead of ‘baby’.”

“So, Annie, my wife and love of my life, do you need help there?” she turned to the woman by the stove, who only laughed at the despair on the Egyptian’s eyes.

“Of course not, you keep Kyle company, I can see how much you’re enjoying it.”

Kamilah clenched her jaw, turning back to the small cocky teenager who just took some mint bubble gum out of his pocket. Before she could say anything, though, Nina jumped between them. “K! Your father is calling me, I think he’s waiting outside. Can I get a ride?”

“Shit. Fine.” He winked at the tall woman at the same time he pinched her cheek. “Guess I’ll see you around. Hey, Drake, coming?”

From across the kitchen, Lysia was trying not to laugh at the image of a confused Kamilah who just met a hormonal seventeen-year-old jock for the first time in a very long lifetime. By the girl’s side, the other boy just shook his head negatively. “Later, I have my bike downstairs. See you two on Monday.”

“Your call. Bye y’all!”

“Ahm. You. Nice. To meet. Farewell.” Nina blushed terribly, hesitating with the words, but melted when Annie gave her a quick goodbye hug.

After they were gone, the woman left the pot to cool off a bit, turning to see Drake’s silly smile to Lysia. She had been noticing how sweet he was around her daughter. “If you need, I can give you a ride home later. You can put the bike on the trunk.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Sayeed. But I’ll be fine. Let me take care of the cleaning.” The boy stood up and took the plates from the table, finally greeting Kamilah with a polite smile.

“Alright, if you insist. Kami, come with me?”

Annie took her wife by the hand, leaving both teenagers to talk while doing the dishes. The Vampire still had a last piece of brownie that she gladly parted in half to share with the short woman who was hugging her by the waist. Annie took a bite from Kamilah’s hand, her eyes sparkling in the hallway’s lights.

“You seem so happy, my love.” The Egyptian kissed her lips, feeling the chocolate taste on them.

“I am always happy when I’m around you two.”

“I see what you mean.” Kamilah lost herself in that tight hug, listening to the adorable sound of Lysia’s laugh coming from the kitchen. “It feels good to be home.”

#kamilah x mc #kamilah sayeed #choices: stories you play #choices: bb #choices kamilah #bb kamilah #hope you like it anon!#it got too big to be just an ask answer sorry

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jbbarnesnnoble · 5 years ago

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Hello lovely people! And welcome to my first writting challenge. The aim of this challenge is to shine a light on mental health, medical conditions, and the things that can have impacts on us. This started out initially being a PCOS Awareness challenge but through conversations on the TCC discord, it’s become a challenge surrounding mental health in general.

May is Mental Health Awareness Month. The goal of this challenge is to lift each other up, and show that it’s okay not to be okay. Spread some love and light during a challenging time in the world to those who struggle with chronic illness, depression, anxiety, self-esteem issues, grief, PCOS, acceptance from their families and communities for being LGBT+, and anyone struggling with insecurity.

This challenge will run through September 15th, 2020. It will run through part of Mental Health Awareness Month, through Pride Month, and through part of PCOS Awareness Month. I probably have too many prompts, but I wanted to ensure that there was a wide array to choose from.

The Rules:

1. Utilize resources available online if you’re dealing with subject matter you’re not that familiar with. I’m not going to go all “cite sources” on y’all, but please do make sure to do your research. Writing about some of these issues can be hard if you don’t have first hand knowledge of how it can affect you. The goal of this challenge is to write about topics that we tend to shy away from, that many of us struggle with, from mental health struggles to chronic illnesses to low-self esteem. A gentle reminder that if you think writing about a subject will be triggering for you, please look after yourself first.

2. Use #JBBNNMHAMChallenge to tag your fic

3. Dark!Fic- I was up in the air on allowing dark!fic in the challenge. Due to the subject matter involved in this challenge, please don’t submit dark!fic. I enjoy dark fics, but this challenge isn’t the place for them.

4. Smut- Smut is welcome! Make sure you tag it appropriately.

5. No inc*st, dubcon/noncon, underage, etc

6. Ships- I prefer reader inserts, but show me what ya got

7. Selecting Prompts: Just let me know which one you want to do! 2 people per prompt! The song prompts have a line from them under it. You DO NOT need to use the line in your submission! It’s mostly to help you decide if you’re interested in a song before you take a listen to it. The song prompts are broken down into ‘support’, ‘general’, and ‘grief’ but feel free to use them as you see fit. I categorized them mostly for organization

8. Trigger Warnings: Use warnings as needed. Fics dealing with depression, anxiety, eating disorders, or other mental health issues should be tagged appropriately to ensure that readers that may be triggered by the subject matter can avoid the fic. Trigger warnings are non-negotiable

The prompts are under the cut!

Prompts:

Dialogue Prompts:

“You never have to ask, you know that right? Say the word, and I’ll do it.” ( @whistlingwillows )

“Would you believe me if I said it’s because I love you? I’d give you the world if you asked.” ( @jbbuckybarnes )

“I promise you. One day, it will get easier. Those feelings might never fully go away, but it will get easier.” ( @imnotasuperhero )

“You ever feel like you can’t breathe? Like the whole world is collapsing in on itself and no one notices? No one cares? Like you can’t escape it?” ( @nekoannie-chan )

“It’d probably be easier if you left”

“Please leave me alone”

“I said I don’t want to talk about it. What part of that is hard for you to understand?” ( @sweetwritesx )

“I wish I could believe you when you said that.” ( @evansweaters )

“How do you even begin to move on?” ( @blackwidowballet )

“You sure about that, moonman?”

“I don’t know. All I do know is I don’t belong here” (@buckybarnesplumwhore)

“That’s not true. And I will tell you that every day of your life until you believe me.”

Sentence Prompts:

Feel free to adjust the pronouns as needed

It was a day. It was the only way it could be described.

The feeling stuck like super glue, unable to be shaken away with a few whispered words and comforting hugs. ( @buckybarney )

You never knew something could hurt like this, that emotional pain could resonate so strongly through every atom of your body. (@buckybarnesplumwhore)

That smile. He/she missed that smile. ( @bethycupcake )

It was progress. Baby steps forward. Maybe it wouldn’t all be okay today, but someday? It would be. ( @trillian-anders )

The list of medications that had been tried seemed like it was a mile long. ( @buckyreaderrecs)

If you had another condescending doctor tell you your problem wasn’t a problem you were going to scream.

The warmth of the sun fell over you like a blanket in the middle of winter. ( @avintagekiss24 )

Today was going to be good.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that this was going south.

AU and Trope Prompts:

Soulmate

College

Childhood Friends

Friends to Lovers

Enemies to Lovers

Musicians

Writer

Professional Athlete

Teacher

Coffee Shop

Fake Dating

Accidental Marriage

Royal

Librarian

Neighbors ( @shakespeareanqueer )

Song Prompts:

Support:

1. Nobody Ever Told You - Carrie Underwood

Lyric Snippet: “Wish you could see yourself the way I do. Nobody ever told you, nobody ever told you. Shine like a diamond, glitter like gold, and you need to know what nobody ever told you”

2. Missing You - All Time Low

Lyric Snippet: “And if you need a friend, I’ll help you stitch up your wounds. I heard that you’ve been, having some trouble finding your place in the world. I know how much that hurts. But if you need a friend, then please just say the word.”

3. Barefoot and Bruise - Jamestown Story Lyric Snippet: “Maybe when your sky comes crashing down, I can be your angel on the ground. If you get tired and can’t go on, I will carry you along, when the rocks below your feet wear out your shoes, when you’re barefoot and bruised”

4. Hold On Till May- Pierce the Veil Lyric Snippet: “If were you, I’d put that away. See you’re just wasted and thinking about the past again. Darling, you’ll be okay.”

5. This Song Saved My Life - Simple Plan Lyric Snippet: “You let me know like no one else that it’s okay to be myself” ( @captain-kelli )

General: 1. It Feels Like - 1551 Lyric Snippet: “No I’m not fine, every second is a record of why, I live my life never doing things right”

2. Sunrise - 1551 Lyric Snippet: “Nightmare that’s not gonna stop, it’s darkness you’re not gonna stop”

3. Home - Machine Gun Kelly, X Ambassadors, Beba Rexha Lyric Snippet: “All these miles, feet, inches, they can’t add up to the distance that I have been through just to get to a place where even if there’s no closure I’m still safe. I still ache from trying to keep pace. Somebody give me a sign, I’m starting to lose faith”

4. Broken Arrows - Daughtry Lyric Snippet: “The best of intentions I lay at your feet. And I need you to see past the worst part of me.”

5. Used - Serious Matters Lyric Snippet: “The wounds are gone and the pain still lingers. But this time I won’t stand by, I don’t need you in my life”

6. Unsteady - X Ambassadors Lyric Snippet: “Hold on to me, ‘cause I’m a little unsteady, a little unsteady” ( @jamesbarnesappreciationclub )

7. Let It Land - Tonight Alive Lyric Snippet: “And everything we hate is something we just bought along the line”

8. Cold As You - Taylor Swift Lyric Snippet: “You put up walls and paint them all a shade of grey. And I stood there loving you and wished them all away. And you come away with a great little story, of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you”

9. Tied Together with a Smile - Taylor Swift Lyric Snippet: “Hold on, baby you’re losing it. The water’s high, you’re jumping into it, and letting go, and no one knows. That you cry but you don’t tell anyone that you might not be the golden one. And you’re tied together with a smile, but you’re coming undone.”

10. Human Interaction - Tonight Alive Lyric Snippet: “I don’t know love. I don’t know hate. I am numb. Wish I could find the words to say. Asking please, as colors fade. I need to breathe. Before I turn the world to grey.”

Grief:

1. Jersey On the Wall (I’m Just Asking) - Tenille Townes

Lyric Snippet: “If I ever get to heaven, you know I got a long list of questions. Like how do you make a snowflake, are you angry when the earth quakes? How does the sky change in a minutes, how do you keep this big rock spinning? Why can’t you stop a car from crashing? Forgive me, I’m just asking”

2. Five More Minutes - Scotty McCreery

Lyric Snippet: “Time rolls by, the clock don’t stop. I wish I had a few more drops of the good stuff, the good times. Oh, but they just keep on flying right on by like it ain’t nothing, wish I had me a, a pause button. Moments like those, Lord knows I’d hit it. Give myself five more minutes”

3. Dad’s Old Number - Cole Swindell

Lyric Snippet: “Sometimes I forget, these ten digits ain’t my lifeline anymore. Every now and then I dial them up when life gets tough or when the Braves score. Sorry about the one ring hang ups, early morning and late night wake ups. It was just me. In case you wondered, you’ve got dad’s old number.”

4. The Other Side - Lauren Alaina

Lyric Snippet: “There’s gonna be a lot of sadness on a lot of happy days, I’ll try to think of this moment, this place”

5. I Was Here - Beyonce

Lyric Snippet: “So they won’t forget I was here. I lived. I loved. I was here. I did, I’ve done, everything that I wanted and it was more than I thought it would be. I will leave my mark so everyone will know I was here.”

6. Gone Too Soon - Simple Plan

Lyric Snippet: “Like a shooting star, flying across the room. So fast, so far, you were gone too soon. You’re a part of me. And I’ll never be the same here without you. You were gone too soon.”

7. Amelia - Tonight Alive

Lyric Snippet: “And you will always be perfect, you’ll always be beautiful, our hearts, will never forget you. You didn’t belong here, and it’s become so clear why heaven called your name.”

#JBBNNMHAMChallenge #writing challenge #marvel #mcu #marvel writing challenge #steve rogers #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #bucky barnes/reader #steve rogers/reader #wanda maximoff/reader #tony stark/reader #tony stark #sam wilson #natasha romanoff/reader #sam wilson/reader

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gyllenhaalstories · 5 years ago

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a symphony without harmony, part 1

summary: reader’s ballet company decides to participate in a charity during the holidays. the event consists of recreating the nutcracker, the wonderful ballet inspired by tchaikovskiys symphonies. after months of auditions, reader is chosen for the prestigious role of clara. reader does not know the details of the events, and ignores that the male part will be taken by a celebrity, hoping to attract spotlight for the charity. one could hope for a professionally trained dancer popular in one of those competition shows, but reader is not so pleasantly surprised to find out that tom holland (who’s just that backflipping spider guy in her mind) will be her prince for (maybe more than) one night.

warnings: terrible representation of ballet, the nutcracker and basically everything, loads of angst and tension, reader is snobby but she’s not cold hearted just give her a chance.

word count: 1901

note: my suggestion received a lot of support and i’m so happy to bring this idea to life! this will be a 3 or 4 part series. i’m enjoying myself too much with this to keep it short and sweet! please, take in consideration the fact that i know absolutely nothing about ballet. all the references i used in this piece come from barbie movies, so that says a lot. thank you so much for reading, and i hope you like it! i’m aware this is different than what i usually write, so be aware of that!

tags: @skymoonandstardust (thank you so much for your support and i’m sorry for the wait!)

“That was wonderful, Y/N! Thank you for another brilliant performance.” The choreographer applauded you, followed by the producers of the show and the representants of the charity you would be performing for. The rehearsal room was usually empty, without you and a record player to assist. This time was special, the charity event was taking place only a couple of weeks from now and since the auditions were completed, it was time for serious practices.

You danced for the New York City Ballet, perhaps one of the most prestigious company in the entire world. You were a newbie, did not have many friends amongst the veteran dancers, but you proved them you belonged in their clique when you won the audition for Clara, from The Nutcracker. You already knew the dance per heart, you had been practicing since you received your first tutu as a Christmas present. You would hum along Tchaikovsky's music while doing your homework and you had been dreaming every night of dancing along to the symphony in front of a real crowd.

“We are waiting for our Nutcracker to arrive, he should be there in only a few moments.” The spokesperson of the company explained to the producers and the representants. Everyone seemed nervous. It was understandable, since the mysterious dancer was supposed to be there and witness your performance too. In fact, you two were supposed to meet a long time ago, but he said he was busy. Too busy for the charity, you figured. Too busy to help you make your biggest dream come true, you sighed.

“I hope our dancer knows that the company does not tolerate lateness.” You commented and went to the corner of the room to take a sip of water. It was only then that the door slammed open and a rather short, muscular guy made his entrance. He was followed by another young man, this one taller and slimmer. He carried a camera and was filming everything the shorter one did. You squinted at the sight. The second one would suit the role better, but if he was filming the first man who walked in, it can only mean…

“Marvelous! Our Prince Eric is here!” Your choreographer exclaimed loudly, his voice resonating against the walls.

You pressed your lips in a thin line and flattened your skirt in annoyance. Your coach gave you a stern look, and you replied with even more severity. So that exclaimed why they kept his identity secret, they went for the pot of gold and expected you to be fine with it. “The Nutcracker is a ballet, not a YouTube video.” You breathed through your teeth when you recognized the man.

Tom Holland himself was giving you the warmest smile. He went in for a handshake, but took his arm back when he noticed that you denied him. He looked to the other guy, as if to tell him to cut that part of whatever he was filming. “What’s up? I’m Tom. And that’s my brother, Harry. He likes making videos, so I brought him along.” His tone of voice seemed calm and poised, although he was freaking out. He had only heard the best compliments about you, his dancer partner. To be honest, he was intimidated and your attitude was not helping.

“Y/N.” You breathed out and tightened your hair bun nonchalantly. “We only film our performances hoping to work on our flaws, we don’t film stuff for fun.”

The noticeable disdain in your voice earned you another warning from your choreographer. “Miss, please. Would you mind doing your solo again? I bet mister Holland here would love to see it.”

“If mister Holland wanted to see it, he had to be on time.” You crossed your arms against your chest, but still walked towards the center of the room. “There’s one plié I want to work on, so I’ll do it again and see if I can improve it.”

Just like that, you were dancing to the symphony from the Dance of the Sugar-Plum fairy. Tom barely had time to get out of the way before you swayed around him, owning the dancefloor like no one was watching. Harry pulled on his sleeve and indicated to come and sit by the empty chairs in the front, so they could all get a better view of your flawless performance. The beautiful music filled everyone’s ears and their eyes were pleased by this light pink ballerina dancing around like a professional.

And that was exactly what you were: a professional. You had to admit you could have given Tom a better welcome, but you could not wrap your mind around the fact that this was an important charity event, hosted in front of the prestigious elite of New York City. It was the opportunity of a lifetime and you were hoping to book a contract or two after your performance. You were disappointed when you recognized the actor, this almost impostor. It was probably just another appearance for him, not different from a silly Buzzfeed interview or a meaningless question and answer session after a photoshoot. Whilst, for you, it was quite possibly the only chance you would ever get to be in Clara’s ballet shoes for one night.

Tom sprung up on his feet to cheer you. Him alone was louder than the bravo’s you heard earlier from everyone else. And his brother captured it all. “That was sick, dude!” Tom congratulated you, his accent gaining a sudden American tone to it. “I have lots of work to do to be on your level.” He confessed with an apologetic giggle. The representants assured him he would be able to do justice to the part, but he still looked uncertain.

Everyone agreed it was the perfect moment to put an end to this first meeting and you soon grabbed your belongings, rushing to the door to change into your clothes, before Tom cut you off.

“Hey, Y/L, right? That was great, what you did!” Tom was standing in front of you, looking fidgety and nervous. “I was hoping, you know, you could show me a thing or two. Only if you have time for it, and if you want to! I didn’t know… Woah, I didn’t know this was so serious!”

“It’s the New York City Ballet, were you expecting a fiasco?” You laughed at your own comment, but finally took a moment to breathe deeply. “I guess I can make time for you. You have a lot to learn if you thought I was going to suck.” You gave him a shrug and you looked at him from head to toe. He seemed to have dressed into something comfortable enough to dance and the effort warmed your cold behavior. “I expected a dancer, forgive me for the surprise.”

The English man chuckled at your last comment. “I dance! I mean, I used to. I did gymnastics too. My parents would always take me to watch ballets, but I was not flexible enough to pursue anything… So I went with my other passion.” For some reason, he felt like he had to prove himself to you. He had to prove you wrong, in some way.

He left you impressed, to say the least. You did not know much about the guy, but there was something to work with. “Which is shooting webs from your wrists and develop an unhealthy obsession with spiders, I believe.”

“You’re a serious one, aren’t ya, darling?”

“This is my moment of glory. I would be stupid not to take it seriously.”

Tom had a million of questions to ask you. What do you love about dancing? When did you start, what was your favorite choreography, why did you pick New York, why you wore your hair in a bun even for informal rehearsals, why you were not in pain when you went on the tip of your toes, why you did a jeté so easily… The list went on and Harry documented all of it. He wanted to get to know you because it was important for him to build a friendship with all of his co-stars and that was how he saw you, as a star. The more you two discussed, over stretching and pirouettes, the less intimidated he became, but the more admiration he had for you.

It would be a lie to say you did not enjoy his dedication to your art. He tried countless times a movement he did not get right on the first attempt and he listened to the tips you gave him about flexibility. He was willing to learn, which took you off guard. When you recognized the movie star, you were expecting to see a walking ego and the most arrogance ever contained in one small body, but he was… Nice. Maybe this whole thing was salvageable.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted.” Tom sighed and fell into a starfish position on the floor, after trying his best to reach his toes while leaning forward. “I used to do that everyday when I was five! And now it feels like I climbed the Everest mountain.”

You let a chuckle escape your lips when you stood up and offered him a hand. He accepted it, not without hesitating, and you shrugged. “All you gotta do is fake it till you make it. We’re all in pain here, but we don’t let it show.”

“So… Basically act like I’m having the time of my life?” He sounded so proud of the association between dancing and acting.

“Exactly. Keep that in mind for the big show and we might get out of there alive.” You laughed again.

His muscles lost their tension when he heard you laugh for the second time. Your facade was falling down, and he was pleased to meet a human being underneath the stereotypical robotic ballerina. “I know another neat trick to fight the pain.”

Both Harry and you spinned on your feet and looked at Tom’s burst of confidence. “And that is..?”

“Hanging out at a pub, a café, or something.”

You fought the urge to smile and shook your head. “I have more things to do. I need to stop by the costumes to get my dress adjusted and I need to buy new shoes…”

“Come on, dear! It’s already so late and I’m surprised you’ve not given up already on the helpless cause that I am. You deserve a break.” He jumped like an excited child. “It’s my treat!”

And with that, everything you had planned for the night, all of the extra stretches and exercises by the bar you installed in your living room vanished. “Only if you promise to be here on time for the next practice, and in proper apparel.”

“Sounds like a deal to me!” He helped you carry your things outside of the rehearsal room. “Wait, do you mean I gotta wear thights?”

“Oh, the full thing. Thights, shoes… And a bright pink tutu. Take it or leave it.” You smirked at him and, to your surprise, he seemed more enthusiastic than ever.

“If I wore a thong for months while filming Spider-Man, I can live with the most obnoxious tutu you can find!”

“You won’t be disappointed, mister Holland.” You nodded, accepting the dare.

“Neither will you.” He promised. “I will not disappoint you.”

#series: a symphony without harmony #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland x you

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stealthspideys-archive · 5 years ago

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home with you ˳✧༚ t.h.

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland fic #tom holland one shot #my writing

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travellvogue · 5 years ago

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The Gaffers Daughter, Returns

Chapter 3- In My Eyes

“You know what happened last time you had a man’s initials on ya chest”...

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Part of you didn’t want to believe your dad’s words, those cheeky eyes only ever belonging to your ‘friend’. But his words had a confidence behind them, like he knew it was true. Maybe there was something in his eyes that had always told you he loved you. Maybe his smirk and friendly winks were more than you thought they’d been. So many questions ran through your mind as you look down to his initials on your chest. “Not to mention the other one” your dad spoke once again, introducing another person into the mix. “He’s too shy to ever try again” your heart broke at your dads confession, this time knowing exactly who he was talking about. You knew that kiss had left him broken inside, how he knew all about you and Ruben when you put the ‘just friends’ label onto your relationship with him. The memory of his asking if the kiss meant anything, when he compared it to when your lips met Ruben’s. The ‘love ya’ that should’ve been ‘I love you’.

You hadn’t stood at the sidelines long, walking back into the warmth of the training ground, throwing Jadon’s jacket over one of the chairs in the dining room. Making your way up to your room, the same room you’d stayed in on your first arrival, turning left once after leaving the elevator until you found room 52. A bitter sickness to your stomach as your eyes wandered down the corridor, room 62 not too far away from yours, the horrible memories still etched in your mind, a permanent humiliation that everyone still knew about. The room looked exactly the same, as if you’d never left. The same fruit bowl awaiting you, the plush large bed looking so welcoming. The low hum of the boys out on the astro audible from your room, leaking through the window as you get yourself changed, a quick shower and freshen up before dinner. The knock on the door making you jump out of your skin, throwing your hoodie on and pulling on some pyjama shorts.

“Oh hi” you breath out when you open the door to his cheeky little face, watching him walk into your room and make himself comfortable on the armchair infront of the mirror, your makeup already set out for you to make yourself look half presentable for dinner. “Why’d ya run off pretty girl?” he asks, “Jadon…” you giggle, “don’t pretend as if you weren’t watching me freeze my tits off” you joke and brush your hair through, “they look like they’re still there to me” he smirks, referring to your boobs as he admires them intently and wiggles his eyebrows. Laughing at himself when you throw the hairbrush towards him. “That’s why I gave you my jacket angel, gotta keep my princess warm” his tongue pokes at his bottom lip, swiping over the skin and dampening it, “where is it anyway?” he asks and inspects the room, seeing no sign of his jacket, “oh um- i- it’s in the dining room” you say awkwardly, “just chucked it away did ya? Charming darling” he teases, watching you crawl onto the bed and lay on your side so you’re still looking at him, forcing his eyes to not look at your ass in those shorts but god it was hard.

“I’m thinking…” he changes topic to distract himself, “room service? And some Netflix?” he says casually, moving from the armchair to the side of the bed you weren’t occupying. Faces close to one another now as he waits for an answer, eyes meeting each other’s as he waits for a reply. You watched him study your face, his eyes were different in that moment, more soft than you knew eyes could be. The cheeky, teasing, sarcastic teeenager suddenly crumbling under your demenour. He’d noticed your eyes as well, the person you really were hidden behind them, the person Ruben knew all about. That’s the only thing that stopped him from leaning in, the thought of another man looking into your eyes just like he was, wishing he could close that gap, to feel the skin of your mouth, the texture of your tongue, the passion of your kiss. He’d heard stories from John, and he wanted a slice of that cake. He’d heard the sex itself, his wall backing onto John’s room at the time, hearing you moans and squeals, wishing his cock was inside your pussy. With every glance of you came another story to his mind, remembering how John had told him “it was the best sex I’ve ever had bro”, not denying the fact that he wished it was your mouth instead of his hand when he laid in bed late at night picturing you. The stories of John having you against the wall always pushing him over the edge, dreaming of you moaning his name, sucking his cock, swallowing his c-. Okay he needs to stop before he gets a hard on right in front of you.

“Sounds perfect” your voice snaps him back into reality, having to remind himself of what exactly sounded perfect, sighing in realistation internally as he remembers his suggestion. “Get ya laptop up then pretty girl, I’ll call the chefs” he winks and reaches for the phone. “...And the pretty lady will also have a glass of wine” he finishes off the order, eyes watching you as you smirk and shake your head with a little giggle, “Why ya pulling that face?” he asks as he puts the phone down, crawling back to you, “treating me to wine as well yeah?” you laugh as he smirks, “you need to relax, some wine, a bit of netflix and chill” your eyes go wide at the sound of his words, “no. no, no” he suddenly retracts his statement, “not like that silly… just chilling, get your head out the gutter” he grins, no doubt feeling a little deflated, like his balloon had burst, a dent to the ego.

Food eaten in a comfortable silence, the noise of the movie in the background as he made a few funny comments every so often. “You got a little…” he flicks his fingers to his own lips to let you know you had pasta sauce on your mouth. “Oh” you giggle and wipe it off with your finger, Jadon quick to grab your hand and take your finger into his mouth, sucking it off gently as his tongue swirled around the digit, direct eye contact as he did so, watching you gulp, the wine you’d digested making the moment more sensual then uncomfortable. “Delicious” he whispers, finger slick with his saliva as you pull it away and wipe it on his chest, causing the two of you to laugh. Flirty jokes thrown about until the two of you were cuddled up under the covers, Jadon’s hand rests firmly on the side of your thigh as the movie comes to an end, tired eyes looking up to him and thanking him for a good night. Another kiss pressed to your forehead, the familiar tickle of his facial hair, watching him get out of bed and make his way to the door, mumbling something incoherent under his breath, “Goodnight sexy, see you in the morning” he says casually and tucks something small into his jean pocket that was about to fall out. Closing the door behind him and kicking the carpet floor of the corridor, the night with you only half fulfilling his needs, as he walks back into his room- room 62.

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kariachi · 5 years ago

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Today is another 2-parter, Chicken of Chichen Itza. We’re good here, but I‘m gonna have to find It’s Story Time, Cosplay Day, and the Ben in Rome 2-parter online. Plus some others but they’re a while off instead of like, 2/3 of the next three days.

But, that’s nothing to do with today-

Tour guide calling out how inconveniently large the Tennysons’ chopper is alongside Gwen not being sure they can actually park in the parking lot, legally

Maxwell Tennyson, Indiana Jones cosplayer

Gwen, darling, it’s good you love your history, but you may as well just stop expecting anything from Ben on this front

*gasp!!* Mary Jo! My heart my love my queer icon of the franchise! (shut up, she is, do you really think a cishet could ever?)

She’s been studying the herps of the area, the icon

“You want a tour of the site?“ “Well we were gonna just let Gwen yell facts at us, but sure that’d be great“

Rule 1: No touching the monuments, Rule 2: no weapons

Gwen calling her Jo-Jo that is just too cute.

Okay, so specifically she’s here because a lot of the snakes she’s been raising are native to the region. She’s been rehabilitating them and they are now cleared for release

Ben calling her Jo-J too, awww

Snake Whisperer Mary Jo Fourfeathers

*gasp* Animo I know that’s you you leave that snake alone!

Animo is trying to make fucking Quetzalcoatl out of a chicken and a snake and can we just throw him back in the goddamn Pit where he belongs?

Mary Jo really knows how to work with kids, name a Gwen your special helper on the tour and give her a gold star sticker and that child is yours for the next hour and a half

If Ben dies this episode it’ll be because Gwen takes her shit seriously and Ben wouldn’t keep his hands off the history

Okay, that is the best cockatrice design I’ve seen recently, not that I see many. Still the coloration and body design are nice.

Awww, and is still just a chicken at heart

Cockatrice: *attacks* Ben: *defends self* Gwen: Benjamin Kirby Tennyson we do not punch gods!

I just love that for this fight they are working under the assumption that Ben’s trying to touch his temple pissed Quetzalcoatl off so bad he returned to the mortal realm just to kick his butt

Mary Jo: I’m fairly certain that’s not an ancient Mesoamerican deity. In fact it’s acting a lot like some of the reptiles I released out here.

Oh gods even Max coming in with the “you kids remember back when I was a chicken, because...“

Apparently having briefly been a chicken make you an expert

...give the cockatrice belly rubs to calm it (okay so technically they’re warming it up with their body heat but that’s silly in context and this is more fun)

Fucking Animo and his animal-control-collars, get back in The Pit damnit!

Oh gods Max is trying to talk the cockatrice down in chicken

He has subdued the beast with chicken treats that he apparently keeps on hand. I assume he developed a taste for them

Ben is trying to be smart, and not doing too bad

Animo finally has to get involved his own damn self because they subdued the cockatrice

Bitch leave the cockatrice be! Don’t make me dig a deeper pit just for cockatrice abuse on top of Kevin abuse

Everyone here to defend the cockatrice from Animo’s shitheel behavior

You know, you’d think villains would start checking for Ben before they started shit. Like, how many foiled plots could be avoided if they’re just take a look around, go ‘oh look, Tennyson’ and then put their plans on hold for a few days until he left? It’s not like they’re on a deadline, they’re self-employed purveyors of evil.

Mary Jo attempting to sacrifice herself to protect Ben, this glorious fucking being

Oh my gods Animo is a Mary Jo fanboy. He loves her work. Mind I’m not surprised given she is, in fact, perfect, but still.

Animo releasing Ben in favor of kidnapping Mary Jo so he can get her input of how he fucked up his cockatrice

Holy shit they totalled the chopper running it headfirst into a cockatrice!

Animo gets arrested and please tell me Mary Jo adopts the cockatrice, plsplsplsplspls-

Damnit. At least they’re gonna get him to a nature preserve though, where he can fly free. Gonna be hell on the ecosystem but then dragons are endemic to this Earth so maybe they’ll slot him in somewhere where he’ll replace a dragon species that should be present but isn’t due to climate change or human fuckery

Max in fucking tears over his totaled chopper

...gods tell me this isn’t gonna be another ‘we shoehorned in a storyline that doesn’t make sense for a Moral Lesson’. At no point did Ben lose control of anything in the last part, the nearest he came to that was timing out, which is a damn feature of the watch. Swear this fucking show...

Fucking conspiracy theorist trying to get them to release the cockatrice.

Ben being insecure for literally no reason, due to something that just straight didn’t happen

Max is eating chicken feed and Gwen is Done with her family

Good lords where did they find this truck? Two foot thick steel plating, refrigeration units keeping it at a temperature the cockatrice will be drowsy but safe at so it doesn’t do anything to injure itself, and plenty of ventilation for easy breathing. Actually, what did I just say earlier, this thing is probably built for moving dragons about

La Moron here to start shit just to start shit

...ya know, normally I’m anti-landlord, but in the case of La Moron? Drag his ass, get your money

This man is that ‘I think I will cause problems on purpose’ meme

Once it’s confirmed La Moron won’t get out form in front of them and that he’s not Ben’s friend the dude driving tries to run him over with the truck! This is perfection! I don’t care about anything else this episode has a cockatrice, Mary Jo, and someone trying to run La Moron and his car over with a fucking truck!

Benny, buddy, pick anything, it’s La Moron you don’t have much to worry about, just save the fucking cockatrice

La Moron just fucking punched XLR8

Ugh, Ben angst

Oh gods not Glitch too, fucking hate Glitch

La Moron still managed to hijack the truck

Ben, on Max hailing the truck over the radio: Welp, he’s speaking in tongues now

Max planning to confuse La Grange with trucker lingo so they can get him turned around and cut him off at a choke point

La Moron truly earns his name

He is gonna fuck up the cockatrice at this rate and then I’d have to kill him

Moral lesson time. Ugh.

Breaking the cockatrice free for it’s own safety

The cockatrice saves Mary J and the driver while La Moron goes plummeting into a river

Cockatrice damages the Rustbucket using it as a temporary perch before flying off into the nature preserve, where it shall live out it’s live in peace

8/10, Mesoamerica’s Next Top Chicken

#achi liveblogs #ben 10 2.os

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zombies-apocalypse · 6 years ago

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Gargoyles - Awakening

Gonna do all four, five parts in this one post.

I know, I know. I’ve been doing the read more thing lately. It’s not my usual fare, but hey, it’s November. I’m NaNoing so... Yeah, you know the drill.

Part 1

Ahh, this animation style. It’s just straight up nostalgia - ELISA MAZA. My girl! <3 Man, I’ve missed her!

Clawmarks in solid stone. GASP. I wonder what that could have been caused by!

Back to the past!

Why doesn’t that guy’s mustache match his hair?

Sun’s looking real low there, boys.

Ahh, Goliath. How I have missed you, big guy! And that voice. A+ voice.

So, kid' show. Remember. I don’t even know how many of these people are dead now. At least a few have fallen to their deaths. In the first episode. Cause in Gargoyles, shit like this happens.

Royal bitch lady and even the soldiers griping about the Gargoyles. Bitch, please. Ya’ll owe them so much. Beasts? Beasts in the dining hall? Jeez, don’t be an ass. Ugggh. Those assholes.

I’m sitting here on Demona’s side. And not anymore. Not down with the bowing. Goliath being reasonable. Good guy Goliath. Such a sweetie, such a good guy. I’m so, so sorry for what he’ll have to go through soon.

Seriously. Goliath’s voice. Goddamn. Goddamn!

Okay, that mom was rude but you don’t need to be making matters worse by scaring the bitch-ass peasants.

Ugh. Okay, so I don’t like that it’s Vikings coming to attack (cause I like Vikings) but this is just all a human problem. This cowardace, betrayal... Uggggh. And the poor innocents who have to pay. The children and the Gargoyles. And so many defenseless Gargoyles murdered.

I remind you, this is a kid’s show.

Part 2

Ahhh, I’ve gotten how much I loved the opening music for this. Such an epic theme! Hyping me up for the upcoming adventure!

I don’t blame them for wanting revenge. I’d want revenge too.

Of course they’d follow for revenge, you dumbass! You didn’t kill all of them.

Ugggh. The Magus blaming the Gargoyles for the princess being killed. Even though they didn’t do it. Oh man, this curse. It’s not their fault, you assfart. And the princess still lives!

Mad props to Goliath for saving the Princess who was a bitch. Also mad props to the princess for realising the Gargoyles were not the beasts she thought. Ahhh. My heart though. Goliath choosing to be spelled rather than be alone. (Although honestly, he could’ve just waited until the eggs in the rookery hatched and then he wouldn’t be alone cause he could raise them.

Bitch just legit ran all the way inside and up the stairs. So excited to see Goliath. Makes it clear from the start that Xanatos is extra AF.

“Pay a man enough and he’ll walk barefoot into hell.”

Seriously, how much money does this motherfucker have? Cause he’s paying to buy a castle and paying everything to take at least some chunks of it and affix it on top of his skyscraper.

And the curse is broken! Woo! Their reaction to the city though. A+.

Xanatos, you extra mother fucker.

Oh, the eggs are gone. RIP. Although it has been 1000 years...

I’m just shaking my head at this entire fight.

LOL. “These weapons. We must be fighting sorcerers!”

Oh, and now we’re seeing what lead to the beginning of the first episode. Hello Elisa.

No, Goliath. Don’t trust Xanatos. Oh no, wait, trust humans. Just not that one.

Part Thre?e

Seriously though, how were girls supposed to watch this show without getting a crush on Goliath? Just saying.

And hell, Elisa. Elisa’s a babe too. Can we talk about her? How she’s smart, brave, and awesome. A badass babe who’s a damn good detective with a lovely heart. And she’s a POC! And a main character! Legit, she’s African/Native American. She was always meant to be a POC. Originally they had her as Hispanic, but when they cast her voice actress they changed Elisa to match. And this in a show that came out in 94!

So Elisa just met Goliath during all the time that I was babbling about Elisa.

Dude, I don’t do heights so I can’t blame her one bit for clinging.

Ahh, these two. “A good detective trusts no one.” “That much we have in common.” You say that, you both say that. But nahhh, you’re cinnamon rolls underneath all that distrust.

Floppy! That’s a floppy! AHH. VHS!

Hi Demona. Think I didn’t recognise you in those shadows there?

This show is sometimes really pretty.

“Stay outta sight.” Solid advice that will quickly be forgotten.

AHH. Just scooped her up! And that smile. AHH. Bridal style. Ahhhh.

Gods, this music. XD

Meanwhile, back at the castle. The newly named Hudson is walking around with their pouty pupper. And getting startled by rock’n’roll.

Jesus lady. A car with a carphone in 94? 40 grand... You’re talking like he brought it from some junkyard.

Meanwhile, the other three are blowing up some guy’s motorbike.

Oh, well. Who knew a single tranq dart would be enough to take down a Gargoyle. Or did they get him a few more times after that. I don’t know.

Part 4

Dunnnn, dun dun dun dun dunnnnnn!

There’s my girl, kicking some ass! They underestimated her. Also they don’t know how to aim.

Oh god, don’t try calling a taxi. That won’t end well. Yup, there he goes.

Yup, just a single tranq dart. Just one. Just now taken off. And a tracker.

Elisa the beast whisperer. Taming wild dogs long enough to put the tracker on him. Smart girl.

Hudson and puppers are getting used to the idea of television. Oh, I saw The Lion King for a second there. I see what you did there Disney.

And Elisa now knows he turns to stone during the day. Brave girl, catching their eye and leading them away. You know she’s gotta be exhausted. It’s been a long night for her and yet she’s still being a champion. Gods, I love her.

Again, their aim is rubbish while hers is on point. Go Elisa! <3

That lighting though, when the blond baddie stepped over the crack. Ahhhh.

Also what part of New York city is this that has a dock and a waterfall?

This guy is an idiot. Again, underestimating my girl.

Moment of awe and respect for Elisa. Leading those jackasses away, risking her life, and then returning to guard Goliath! <3

Brooklyn! Broadway! Lexington! Ahhh, my precious boys! And let’s not forget our adorable Bronx! <3

And NOW. NOW he reveals that Demona’s there. Insert gasp of shock from Goliath. And sinister look from Demona, a character who was never very good. And full of bullshit. Yeah, sure. He acquired her for his private collection, but she implied she asked to be cursed by the magus to be with them. AHH Goliath, you’re still in wuv with the bitch.

Ugggh, Goliath, sweetie. She’s no good.

Of course the Elevator is different. You’re looking at the mechanics that pull it up and down, not the one people ride in. Such a good detail there.

Part 5

FLOPPY ACQUIRED.

I feel bad for all the frightened scientists in that building. Jeez, imagine their nightmares after that.

Talk of monsters, you say? As if your people haven’t fought them before, eh? It almost smacks of a miscommunication. Of course, the defenders dressing differently from the attackers don’t seem to register to the Gargoyles. Then again, they have yet to see a reason not to trust Demona and Xanatos. Poor darlings.

Second floppy acquired.

NYOOM.

And now for Goliath and Demon to complete their mission... Success, but of course Demona fucks up their poor ship because she gives no shits about the well-being of humans. Splash. At least they had a softish landing in the water. Some of them should’ve survived. Most probably died.

Again, this is a kid’s show.

Ahhh, that hate. Hating all the humans for the sins of a few who are long gone.

Ahhh, the truth comes out! The attackers are from Xanatos’ company. No one had stolen anything from him. He sent them after disks that didn’t belong to him! Gasp! He used them from the beginning! Colour me shocked! (Which I’m not, of course.) And of course Demona’s in on it.

Dudeee, the Goliath bots. I forget what they’re called. But goddamn are they cool.

That isn’t a very sturdy bot, Xanatos. Should’ve made them more impact resistant.

I’d ask why he bothered with waking up Goliath and his friends to begin with, but it’s more cost effective to have a self-healing attack dog than a robotic one. Obviously he was hoping he’d get the actual Gargoyles on his side, expecting them to play nice - which he did very well except with Goliath himself.

Ah, Demona with a rocket launcher.

Ahhh, the reveal. Demona had betrayed them along with the captain. Tsk tsk. And now everyone hears it.

Elisa to the rescue! Woo!

Oh no, they both fell! And Demona’s wings got hit! And Goliath caught Elisa, but not Demona who fell out of view. Bye bitch. See ya later.

And Xanatos has been arrested. I don’t recall how long that lasts.

“Good, maybe we’ll catch a Giants game.” “Giants?” Ahahaha, he has no idea what she’s talking about and it’s precious.

#zombie watches Gargoyles #this post is a liveblog of episodes 1 through 5

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meganlpie · 7 years ago

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For the Best -Final

Here’s the last part of “For the Best”! Thank you all for the support for both my BMoL fics that were only supposed to be one-shots!! I can’t tell you how much I appreciate each and every one of you!!

As always, I do not own ANY Supernatural characters. They all belong to the creators of the show. I’m bringing peeps back from the dead!

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

Warnings: As always, Angst (death, violence, Hell&Purgatory), Fluff, and it’s slightly AU (you’ll see why), and it’s long.

Pairings: Mick Davies x fem!Winchester reader, Arthur Ketch x fem!Winchester reader(slight), Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Crowley, Castiel, Benny Lafitte

"Hello, boys. Miss me?" Crowley asked with a smirk. They all glared at the demon, except Mick who was gazing at your lifeless body. "You said you know how to help?" Mick questioned. "Of course. So do they, although I'm not surprised they haven't thought about it yet." Sam and Dean exchanged a confused glance. Crowley sighed. "Young Y/N was dying as Ketch here performed the exorcism." Another befuddled glance.

"Morons! When Ketch here performed the exorcism, the demon was dragged back to Hell. My guess is that she took Y/N's soul with her." Finally, realization dawned on Sam. "You want us to go to Hell and get her soul back." Crowley shrugged. "You did it for Bobby Singer. Why not your sister?" Sam ran his hand through his hair. "The only way out of there is through Purgatory. The chances of survival are slim to none."

"Exactly my point. You go in, save your sister and bring her back here. If one of you happens to die in the process, well...that's one less hunter for me to deal with, isn't it?" Dean shook his head adamantly. "No way. Y/N wouldn't want us to put ourselves in danger like that. Not again." Crowley just shrugged. "I'll go," Mick volunteered, making the others turn to him in shock. "Mick, no. You've been out of the hunting game for far too long. You'll get yourself killed!"

Mick gave your brothers a look that would break the heart of some of the hardest men. "The world needs you Winchesters. It doesn't need me. If I have a chance to save your sister, I'm going to take it." No one said a word for a minute. No one was sure what to say. Then, to everyone's surprise, Ketch spoke up. "I'll go with you. If anyone has a better chance of survival, it'll be me. We have a better chance of getting Y/N back."

The four men and the angel began arguing again while Crowley stood there, his hands in his pockets. "Boys...tick tock." After what seemed like hours, Sam and Dean finally agreed to let Mick and Ketch go. With a snap of his fingers, Crowley sent the two to Hell.

"Why are you here, Ketch?" Mick asked as the two of them carefully made their way through Hell. Ketch didn't respond. He only gripped his angel blade tighter in his fist. It didn't take them long to find you. You were pretty vocal. "Let me out you sonovabitch! You won't break me!" Mick and Ketch exchanged a glance and probably would have laughed it not for the seriousness of the situation.

"Love?" You stopped yelling and peeked out the bars of your small cell. "Mick? Ketch? What are you doing here?" Ketch rolled his eyes. "Crowley offered us a chance to save your soul," Mick explained before Ketch grabbed his gun and shot the lock off the cell. The door opened and you threw your arms around Mick. "Thank you!" you said. Then, you pulled back and gave Mick a light smack to the back of the head. "You shouldn't be down here, Mick!"

Mick rubbed the back of his head and gaped at you. "I hate to interrupt, but we still have to escape. Can the two of you have your lover's spat later?" Nodding, you took Mick's hand. "Did one of you happen to bring a weapon for me?" Ketch chuckled. "Always the hunter, never the victim," he said, handing you a weapon. "Damn right."

The three of you made your way through the winding tunnels of Hell to the entrance to Purgatory. Soon, you were surrounded by a world of darkness and gore. "Did Sam and Dean tell you where to look for the opening?" you asked and they nodded. "Good. Now let's go home."

It didn't take long for the three of you to be surrounded by monsters of all kinds. You did your best to fight off as many as you could, but it soon began to feel hopeless. "We're never going to make it," you cried, surprising the men you were with. "Now now, Y/N. Where's your optimism?" Ketch asked with a smirk. You opened your mouth to respond when someone else appeared. Someone you thought was long since dead.

He helped to kill several of the monsters before turning to you with a grin. "What are ya doin' here, Cher?!" You couldn't help but smile. "It's a long story, Benny. We have to get out of here." Benny nodded and began to lead the way. Mick and Ketch stayed as close to you as possible. You could tell they didn't trust Benny, but you also didn't care. He did just save your life...well, your soul anyway.

You nearly laughed when you saw the rift that would lead you home. You, Mick, and Ketch took off running but you didn't make it far before you heard the sound of more monsters approaching. "Mick, get her out of here!" Ketch yelled and you stopped. "We're not leaving you!" Ketch ignored you and yelled at Mick again. Mick grabbed your hand and tried to pull you along, but you fought against him.

"Y/N, you have to go!" Ketch told you. You glanced back at Mick who smiled softly. Feeling tears well up in your eyes, you took a step closer to Ketch. "I'm so sorry," you whispered, leaning up to kiss him fully on the lips. "Thank you." Ketch almost smiled. "Go on." You walked back to Mick who had sliced open his hand and was holding out a knife for you to do the same. You glanced back at Ketch to find him looking at you. The last thing you saw before you joined hands with Mick was Ketch fighting off a swarm of monsters.

Mick appeared back on Earth and instantly called Castiel, who flew to him and took him back to the bunker, where your body was. Mick did exactly what Crowley told him to do and he waited. Castiel had healed your body and to the outside world, it looked as though you had been sleeping.

Suddenly, your eyes opened and Mick fought the urge to cry. "Mick," you said softly, sitting up and wrapping your arms around him. You were sobbing as Mick kissed your hair. "I know, love. I know." Your brothers and Castiel watched as you let all your tears fall for Ketch. "What happened?" Sam asked in a near whisper. He didn't know if you'd start crying again. "Ketch...he saved our lives," Mick told them before launching into the story of what happened.

"Wait! Benny? Benny's alive?!" Dean cried, interrupting Mick and you nodded. "Or he was when we stepped through the rift." You snuggled closer to Mick. "Ketch is dead. He died to save me," you said and Mick gave your shoulders a squeeze. Sam came over kissed your forehead. "Get some rest. You'll feel better in the morning." Dean smiled and followed after Sam. "Goodnight, Y/N," Castiel said and disappeared.

Mick laid down and kept you close. "Mick?" He hummed in response and you sniffled. "I don't want to do this anymore." Mick's brows furrowed as you moved your head to look up at him. "What do you mean?" he asked, not certain if he wanted the answer. "I don't want to live this life anymore. I don't want to hunt. I don't want anyone else to die because of me."

"Darling, if you're certain, I'll take you away from here. We'll go anywhere you want to go. A small flat in London, a bungalow in the Caribbean, a townhouse in New York. Whatever you want," Mick promised you and you smiled. "I'd like that. Can we leave soon?" Mick nodded and kissed the top of your head. "If that's what you want. We can be out of here by the end of the week."

"Please." Your voice sounded so broken it hurt Mick. "Of course. We'll tell your brothers tomorrow." You agreed and finally closed your eyes. The rhythm of Mick's heart lulled you to sleep. Unfortunately, it was a sleep full of nightmares. Hell, Purgatory, Ketch, repeat. All night long. The next morning, you couldn't wait to tell your brothers your decision.

"It's probably for the best, guys," you told them, not daring to look in their eyes. You felt someone lift your chin. You raised your eyes to meet the green ones of your eldest brother. "Hey, it's okay. You do what you feel is right for you." You sniffled. "You aren't mad?" Dean and Sam chuckled. "Of course not. You're family! We support whatever you decide." You hugged them close and breathed in their scents.

"Mick, you better take care of her. And call us, if you need anything." Mick nodded. "Of course. I love your sister, mate. I will protect her with my life." You returned to Mick's side and his arm automatically wrapped around you. You rested your head on his shoulder and sighed.

You weren't sure what was going to happen now, but you knew that it had to better than the life you were living. You and Mick could have the apple pie life you'd always dreamed of. You could get married, have children, the whole nine yards. You looked up into Mick's bright gaze and knew you were making the right decision. Leaving the life was definitely for the best. For both of you.

(a/n: How’d I do??? Thank you all again for reading and all the support for this fic!! and a special thank you to @faith-in-dean for hosting the challenge that started it all!)

Tagging: @fairytalesexistxx @brewsthespirit-blog @jotink78 @badsongwinchester @besslincoln-bruh @srj1990 @justafangirlinaspnworld-blog @alangel1895 @calicat79 @clueless-gold

#supernatural #SPN #mick davies #mick davies x reader #mick x reader #pt. 5 #arthur ketch #arthur ketch x reader #ketch x reader #sam winchester #dean winchester #crowley #castiel #benny lafitte

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pcter-parker · 8 years ago

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HAPPIER

HAPPIER | PETER PARKER X READER

based off of an Ed Sheeran’s song, Happier

Feel free to listen to it while reading to amp up you emotion level.

(A/N); Look who manage to put out a story again!!! For the first time, I’ve written a song inspired one-shot, so forgive me if it’s not so good. I’m not super proud of some parts in here, you’ll understand why. I did have to change up a little part of the song to fit the story better, you’ll see it when you reach it. Hope you enjoy! (Also, hmu if ya wanna be tagged in my future posts)

Warnings; a single swear word (I think), and a huge amount of angst

Word Count; 2964

‘Don’t do this—’

‘I’m doing this for you.’

You shook you head, tears rolling down your eyes.

‘No, Peter. You’re doing this for you.’

Peter had to break up with you. By having you involve in his Spider-Man life—it’s too dangerous. Too dangerous for yourself and everyone around you. He didn’t want to risk hurting you in any possible way.

But, in the end, this did hurt you.

The both of you have been together for a little over a year. You were happy— as happy as a young couple would be. So, you never understood why he did this. Why he decided to break up with you all of a sudden. To you, you thought that Peter has stopped loving you, that Peter didn’t care about you anymore.

This is why he missed most of his dates with you, isn’t it? This is why he stopped returning you calls. This is why he didn’t come around in this last few months. This is why the both of you never see each other lately.

You can feel tears welling up in your eyes. Crying to yourself seems to be the best way to go. You slowly curl up to a ball in your bed and try to fall asleep, pretending that this is all just a bad nightmare. This is why you refused to fall in love in the first place. You knew that this would happen, but you didn’t know it would happen with Peter— the sweet Peter Parker you loved. The sweet Peter Parker that you’d always love.

In the meanwhile, Peter doesn’t want to feel anything anymore. He’s done the hardest thing he’d never thought he had to do. But, he really did it for you– for your own protection, for your own good. Maybe you’d never know that and it might look like he did it to hurt you. That’s just a price he has to pay.

He sighs to himself— restraining the tears from falling. He had let go of the person he loves the most tonight. Hopefully, it was the right thing to do.

I saw you in another’s arms

Only a month months we’ve been apart

You look happier

Peter knew that this day would come. The day that he sees you with someone new. He didn’t realise that it’d all happen so soon.

It’s been 6 months since the breakup. Yes, it sure looks like a long time, but it doesn’t feel like it. The truth is, he doesn’t ever want to see you with anyone else that’s not him at all.

He remembered how people would talk about the both of you and how cute you two were together, but that’s long forgotten. Now, they’re all talking about you and him.

He turns around— doesn’t want to be in the same room as you and your new boyfriend. At least, you look happier. He thinks to himself before walking away.

He said something to make you laugh

I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours

Yeah you look happier, you do

The worst part is that he goes to the same school as you, so he was bound to see this every day. This is probably his punishment. His punishment of leaving you out of the blues without any explanation you deserved.

Peter remembers how when you were with him, you smiled a lot. And your smile always let Peter to smile too. You were the happiest person— you are.

Seeing how another man can make you smile like that breaks his heart. The smile that used to belong to Peter is gone now. You have a different smile on your face— a happier one. He can’t bear to see you like this. It’d make him run up to you and ask you for forgiveness all over again.

You aren’t his anymore— he has to let you go.

Cause baby you look happier, you do

My friends told me one day I’ll feel it too

And until then I’ll smile to hide the truth

But I know I was happier with you

“It hurts, Ned.” Peter muttered to his best friend sitting across him. He can see you 3 rows away– laughing and smiling with your new boyfriend— again. “It hurts seeing her like this.”

Ned sighs, looking sympathetically at Peter. “I know, man.” Peter never explained to Ned why he broke up with you. He never explained to anyone to be exact. All he said was it was his fault. And you never told anyone why you broke up with Peter, because frankly— you didn’t know.

The three of you used to be a pack. It used to always be Peter, Ned and you. People can see you three almost all the time together. You were the tightest group of them all. But, since everything that has happened— you were gone. It was understandable why you never talked to Peter anymore, but somewhere along the way, you shut Ned out too. Ned is Peter’s best friend– and by having him around, he’d remind you too much of Peter and you don’t want to feel that way anymore. So, you had to shut all of them out to protect yourself from the pain.

“You’ll meet another girl soon, Pete.” Ned begins. “I mean— If you can get pass your awkwardness and all that— but you’ll find someone new. And you’ll be that happy little bastard again.”

Peter smiles in respond, appreciating his friend’s attempt of cheering him up. He knows that, yes— he might be happy again someday. But, not as happy as he was with you.

Sat in the corner of the room

Everything’s reminding me of you

Nursing an empty bottle and telling myself you’re happier

Aren’t you?

Peter never knew how much his place holds so many memories of you until you were gone. He has so many items that can relate back to you in every room and every inch of this apartment.

There’s a photo-booth picture of you two smiling, kissing, staring each other’s in the eyes in a mug on his drawers, a sweater you left scrambles on the floor in front of his wardrobe– he can’t bring himself on to moving it elsewhere, a little stick figure you drew on his bedroom wall with a permanent marker and told him it was for good luck, a plate you broke in half but tried to fix it by using super glue, or even some of his clothes you stole— that still has the smell of you on them.

His tears start to form in the brim of his eyes. Ever since the breakup, he still hasn’t cried. Not at all. He had felt sad and miserable and everything else– but he hasn’t let a single tear drops. He’s been telling himself that there’s no reason to. If he cries, it’d mean that he did something wrong. And he didn’t. He did it for a reason— a good reason that he doesn’t need to shed his tears for. And now that you’re happy, there’s definitely no reason why he should cry now.

But, this is all too much. This is all too much for just a person to handle. Finally, the hidden tears start to fall through. The tears that kept him going for good solid months fell down. He’s been refusing to feel this way for so long, but he can’t pretend anymore. He won’t be able to get through this.

Peter slowly drops to the floor of his bedroom, crying. He shuts off all his senses– he needs to be alone right now, the outside world would only be a distraction. And that’s why he couldn’t hear his aunt knocking until she came inside.

“Peter?” May voices while letting herself inside the apartment. She was heading to their couch to drop her bags when she heard a soft sobbing voice. She tries to look around to locate the source when she sees Peter’s door opens slightly– she moves towards it and pushes inside. “Peter?” She sees Peter sitting in the middle of the room, hands covering his face– muffle in his tears. May lowers herself down to sit side by side with her nephew, arms reaching out to hold him. “Hey– come here.” She gently pats his back. “What’s going on?”

“I–” Peter sobs, no words are coming out of his mouth. May holds him close. “It’s alright, okay? Everything will be alright.”

No, May. He thinks. No, it won’t.

Ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you

But ain’t nobody need you like I do

I know that there’s others that deserve you

But my darling I am still in love with you

Another week passes by and he still feels horrible. Since that day onwards, he hasn’t been able to stop crying at all– he’s been crying himself to sleep almost every night. He didn’t know what he had suppressed down until he finally let it all go. He can’t pretend to be happy anymore. This is all coming back to stab him in the heart. The pain that he caused you finally turned around to give its payback to him.

Out there, he pretends to be strong, to be Spider-Man– the light and the hope of the city everybody needs. If he can’t be strong for himself, he has to be strong for someone else. Being Spider-Man is the only thing that helps pass the time. It helps him forget about you for a moment. The minute he steps back in his room in the end of the night, he can feel you here all over again.

He picks up his phone to unlocks it. The first thing he can see is you– both you and Peter smiling happily. He knows he should change his wallpaper to something else— anything else, but every time he tries to, his hands become weak and his heart hurts. A part of him wants to forget you, but another part wants to remember.

He knows he shouldn’t do this, but he’s doing it anyway. He opens his contact book and presses your name. He’s calling you. He needs to hear your voice. He needs to hear you telling him that everything’s alright, and that maybe you forgive him.

Peter watches the beeps go by over and over again until it dies. He plops down on the bed, sighs to himself, throwing his phone onto the pillows.

What did he expect? For you to pick up? And then what? What was he going to say?

He can feel the tears rolling again as he snickers through it. This is so stupid. He’s so stupid for ever letting you go. He loves you, a lot. He loved you even when he said his goodbye, and he will love you for the rest of his life.

Baby you look happier, you do

I knew one day you’d fall for someone new

But if he breaks your heart like lovers do

Just know that I’ll be waiting here for you

Peter shows up at school looking dreadful as usual– it seems to be his go-to look lately. This is the combination of crying all the time for over however long and rarely ever getting enough sleep at night. Ned has been trying everything to cheer Peter up but nothing seems to work— he gives up now. Peter told him not to worry, he told Ned that he’s got everything sorted out and he’s working through it in his own ways. Which is mainly crying and fighting crimes over and over again, but his best friend doesn’t need to know that.

Peter drags his lifeless body into the chemistry lab, hoping to get some time alone in this free period, maybe enough time for him to get a short little sleep. But, since he has been looking down at the ground instead of looking ahead while walking— he clashes someone who’s coming out of the lab and sends all their stuff flying everywhere.

“Shit.” He mumbles and goes down to help collect all of the stuff he knocked down. He picks up the books and stacks them all together hurriedly before noticing the name on the covers.

Your name.

His head spins, lost for words. He’s still looking down on the floor, doesn’t dare to look up to face you. He doesn’t know if you have made out that it’s him or not because he has his hoodie on. He prays to the lord that you still have no clue, so he can shove the books back to you and head into the lab without having to made eye contact.

But, the lord is not so kind after all.

By overthinking and not noticing what he was doing, his action becomes sloppy and messy. The books fall again.

“Hey, it’s alright, Pete.” There it is. Your voice. The voice that he’s been wanting to hear since that night. The soft gentle voice that on its own can make everything a whole lot better. You can probably see the struggles of him picking everything up.

Peter looks up, some of your books still clutches in his hands. Both pairs of your eyes meet for the first time in forever. This is the first time in a while he sees you alone, without the other guy by your side. And this is probably the first time you see him— at all. He was sure you’ve been trying to avoid him, to dart your eyes to the other side of the room whenever he’s present, he knows you don’t want to see or hear him ever if you can avoid it.

Yes, this is the first time you see him— truly see him. You didn’t realise he was such a mess until now. You didn’t think the break up affected him as much as it did to you because— well, because he was the one doing the break up after all. You can see his bloodshot eyes and the dark circles, which make his face looks even paler than what it originally looked like. Has he been getting any sleeps at all? You wonder, remember that you did look quite like this in the beginning as well, or maybe almost like this– he’s looking way worst.

You don’t want to feel like this. You don’t want to feel bad or emotional towards him anymore, but you can’t help it. Peter was your first love, and you thought he was going to be your last. You know that that’s silly considering how young the both of you are. You did love him with everything you had and more. You don’t want to admit it, but seeing him again, made you realise that somewhere in your heart, you still love him.

No. You’re not feeling this way again. You have a boyfriend now for heaven’s sake, get it together.

You silently clear your throat and stand up, causing Peter to do the same. Peter hands you the book, still not saying anything because he can't— his throat is still stuffed with lost words. There are so many things he wants to say but he knows they won’t come out right. He can’t bear to look at you anymore. Peter shuffles his feet nervously, before finally escapes the moment and heads inside the lab.

This feels wrong. He still owes you an explanation and an apology. He needs to do something.

Peter breaths in, gathering himself up and bolts right out of the lab into the hallway, noticing you’re still a couple steps ahead— he calls out.

“(y/n)?” Peter struggles to get his words out. He wasn’t sure if you were going to turn around or just pretend that you don’t hear him and walk away.

You turn around.

You raise an eyebrow. Asking a question without saying a word.

“I'm—uh.” He starts. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything.” He tries to say it louder, but he’s certain you can hear him anyway.

“I’m so sorry, (y/n)”

It’s your turn to stare down at the floor now. You shift your eyes back and forth between Peter and everything else. It’s becoming a habit now. You finally settle your eyes on his and softly give out a smile. A weak— but a truly genuine smile. His smile.

You’re too weak to hate him. You’re too weak to stop loving him.

“I know, Peter.” You say with also a shaky voice, similar to his. “I know.”

Peter stands straight in his track, not able to move. He wasn’t expecting to see the smile again, especially not towards him. He collects himself together and gives a smile in return before you turn around, clutching the books tight and walk away.

The smile that you have on with your boyfriend isn’t real. Yes, it’s wider and seems to be happier, but it’s not real. You’re using it because you need to hide your emotions, Peter realises that now. You need to hide the pain he caused you. You need to hide the weakness. But that smile, on the other hand, that recent smile you just gave him, no matter how weak it was, it was real. It was true.

Peter sits down at the table in the back of the room, fidgeting with his fingers. He can’t give you an explanation right now, but at least, he got to say that he was sorry. And he knows that you know he meant it. And he can now be sure that you don’t hate him as much as he thought you might.

Only a sorry would have to do for now until he could figure things out.

Yeah, it’d have to do.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker imagines #peter parker oneshot #spiderman imagines #spiderman x reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagines #marvel imagines #marvel x reader #thea writes

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