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a-shade-of-blue · 2 months ago

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I just saw a video from the angle of a Israeli drone, in which the drone dropped a grenade on a palestinian civilian as he was trying to make a phone call for help in Gaza. The first 2 times I came across the video I couldn't finish watching it. The third time it appeared in front of me I made myself finish watching the whole thing, and then I made myself open my Tumblr account and read through the messages I have.

Sometimes I logged on Tumblr and I look at all the messages I have (God I have more than 1700 asks in my inbox right now, and there's also the direct messages) and there are so so many of them I want to cry.

Thank you everyone who has shared and donated to the Gaza gfm campaigns.

Again, here are the gaza gfm campaigns I'm trying to promote. I've been in regular contact with them, and for some of them we message like every other day. I'm once again asking you all to please not let them and their families die.

Mahmoud Salim (@mahmoudfamily1): Mahmoud almost lost his family when the Talelhawa neighborhood was bombed. Several of his family were severely injured in the bombing, and a close relative named Alaa was killed, along with her children Ahmed and baby Iman who was not even one month old. Mahmoud is trying to raise funds to evacuate the rest of his family of 17 people, including several children, many of whom are also seriously injured and require medical care. (https://gofund.me/547a4874) (vetted by association. Mahmoud is @hazempalestine's friend, see post here for proof. @hazempalestine is vetted by @/el-shab-hussein and is listed as #281 on the verified fundraiser list by @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi.) (Low funds! Only $772 CAD raised of $80,000 goal!!)

Hazem Khalil (@hazempalestine): Hazem has not been able to see his family who live in Northern Gaza since 2018 due to the difficult situation there. Their home has been destroyed and he is trying to evacuate his family of 7 (including 2 children who are his younger siblings. (https://gofund.me/55f0129e) (vetted by el-shab-hussein. He is also a friend of Bilal-Salah0. Listed as #281 on the verified fundraiser list by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi.)

Mohammed & Ahmed Khalil (@ahmed0khalil): Ahmed is a 6-year-old child from a family of 8. He has 5 siblings: Fathi (23), Aya (21), Mohammed (19), Anas (15) and Abdullah (11). His father has diabetes, his brother Fathi (23) is blind, his other brother Abdullah (11) is autistic and does not understand what is happening, and his brother Mohammed (19) was injured in his leg by shrapnel from the bombing. Mohammed is trying to raise funds to evacuate he and his family out of Gaza. (https://gofund.me/e7d2b5e4) (shared by 90-ghost) (Only €2,778 raised of €50,000 goal)

Ahmed Khader (@ahmedpalestine): Ahmed is in Belgium but his family is still in Gaza. He is trying to evacuate his family of 12, including 6 adults and 6 children under 16 years old. His family was in Al-Mawasa when Israel dropped 2000 pound bombs on tents housing displaced families in that area. Ahmed couldn't contact them when he woke up to the piece that news, but he eventually managed to get in touch with them and thankfully they are alive. (https://gofund.me/42d81684) (Promoted and vetted by @/gaza-evacuation-funds! Ahmed's campaign has been promoted by Bilal-Salah0.) (€3,356 raised of €55,000 goal)

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kakiwrites · 4 years ago

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lover boy

Genre: fluff

A Kenma kozume x reader

a/n: hey guys! @booksandhoneymilktea I kinda mixed your request with a brainrot I've been experiencing with this specific queen song! Hope you enjoy this! Let's get started.

Your relationship with kenma was… complicated, to say the least.

You transferred in to his second-year class in the middle of the year. You expected that people already had their cliques so you just took out your DS and started playing some good old pokemon to pass the time in between classes.

After a few days of being alone in your own little bubble, a boy with blonde hair with black roots approached you, in his hand was his blue PSP. "can I sit next to you?" he asked, his voice soft and quiet. You nodded and you watched as he dragged a nearby chair to sit beside you and played his game, glancing over your shoulder to see what you were up to from time to time.

This was the start of your relationship.

Kenma invited you to his volleyball practices everyday and told you that you can sit in the corner and watch his console for him while he trained. He would always join you in that corner so you could game in silence. He would glare at the tall, half-Russian boy, Lev, when he got too noisy and broke your train of thought.

Soon, his childhood friend, Kuroo, caught Kenma's interest in you. Every time the captain sees you with his pudding head friend, you would hear him humming and dancing to himself. "Ooh~ love, ooh~ loverboy." Kuroo sang out loud for the tenth time that week, nudging kenma and working him up. Kenma only rolled his eyes before taking your hand and pulling you out of his vicinity.

That only proved Kuroo's suspicions.

You really didn't mind. Kuroo and kenma were just joking around. They weren't serious, Right?

Right?

The very same day, kenma invited you to a sleepover at his place. You didn't really have anything else planned so you said yes. You've been there a lot of times already so you didn't feel any different when Kenma's mom opened the door for you, hugged you then told you that you head up to his room.

You knocked then opened the door to see Kenma on his pc with his video cam on, skyping with Kuroo and Lev. "hey kenma." you whispered, dropping your bag on his bed then approaching his set up to wave at the camera.

You both watched as Kuroo scrambled on his screen and played something that made Kenma groan and take off his headphones. "what is it?" you asked as you strained your ears from where you stood to hear the same song he kept dubbing as your 'theme song', playing on blast.

Ooh, love, ooh, loverboy

What're you doin' tonight, hey, boy?

Set my alarm, turn on my charm

That's because I'm a good old-fashioned loverboy

You giggled at kenma's pout before you jumped onto his bed and got comfortable, taking out your own console and continued with your game.

After all, Just being in his presence was enough for you.

You both sat in silence for a few hours. the only sounds interrupting the ambiance were Kenma's incoherent grumbling into his mic and the soundtrack of the current pokemon town you were in.

"for the last time, Kuroo, I am not confessing to her." Kenma slightly raised his voice, you perked up. Does he like someone? Who could it be? You told him that you would support him through anything.

So you didn't get why your heartfelt heavy when kenma revealed that he liked someone.

After a few minutes, kenma said a slurred and sleepy farewell before he left the call and turned his setup off. He looked back to see you still playing your game. His eyes then moved to glance at the clock. 1 am it read. The boy plopped down beside you, watching your screen sleepily.

"so…" you blurted out after a few minutes. Kenma hummed in acknowledgment, telling you that he was listening even though he was already half-asleep. "who was the lucky girl Kuroo was bugging you to confess to?" you asked, trying to make it sound casual as if you weren't feeling your heart clench at the thought of him falling for someone else then drifting away from you.

Kenma just sighed before he shifted. "you. He was bugging me to tell you what I feel. I'm not ready yet." he thought aloud before his eyes closed completely and his breathing evened out.

What did he just say?

You felt your face heat up, burying your head into your console. He was just sleepy. no way in hell he liked you, you thought. You turned your game off and laid down next to him.

The last thing you saw was his neutral face turning up into a smile, you felt warmth envelop your figure, drifting you off to sleep.

Kenma woke up, the pillow he rested on felt softer than usual. He took a deep breath, your scent wafting around him. His eyes confusedly fluttered opened to see you. His head on your chest as you played your game, your hand running through his hair. You were singing a familiar song under your breath. It made him smile and his cheeks glow a dark red.

"Ooh, love, ooh, loverboy

What're you doin' tonight, hey, boy?

Write my letter

Feel much better

And use my fancy patter on the telephone"

He sat up and rubbed his eyes, trying to hide the big grin on his face. That didn't go unnoticed with you. You were about to play it off when you realized what you've been doing ever since you woke up. You blushed darkly, "i-I'm sorry! I was stunned with what you said last night and then you cuddled into me and-" you rambled but kenma cut you off by placing his finger on your lips.

What the hell did he say before he went to bed last night?

All he remembered was watching you play then he heard your inquisitive tone that drifted him off to sleep. He dug deeper into his mind when he finally remembered.

"who was the lucky girl Kuroo was bugging you to confess to?"

"you. He was bugging me to tell you what I feel. I'm not ready yet."

Fuck.

He knew that his face looked like a tomato. He buried his face into his hands. He confessed to you in one of the worst possible times. You scrambled to sit next to him. Patting his back sympathetically. "it's fine, kenma. I know you didn't mean it. You were half asleep and-" you tried to say only to get cut off when he grabbed onto you by the arms and pulled you to look straight into his golden eyes.

"I wasn't delusional. I know what I said." he said, unable to keep it in any longer. "it was all true. I wanted to confess to you. I just wasn't ready because I didn't know if you even liked me back at all so pushed that thought away. Then I ratted myself out. I didn't want to confess and overwhelm you like that and I'm-" he continued to confess but you stopped him by pressing your lips onto his. When you felt him stiffen up, you got terrified that he didn’t like it so you were about to pull away when he kissed you back, keeping his lips there until you both needed air.

"i-I don't-"

"I like you a lot, kenma. I have for a long time and your words made me realize that. Thank you." you smiled at him, pulling him into a kiss one more time.

"I guess that means I'm your lover boy now?"

"That was so cheesy, kenken~"

Kenma has never felt more embarrassed.

And there we go! Hope you guys enjoyed this one, especially so you, @booksandhoneymilktea! Requests are open so please don't be shy to leave anything in my inbox! Love you guys 💖💕❤️

General taglist (don’t be shy to comment your tumblr @ below): @tokyoghoose @macaronnv @reogou @midnightangelfox @wumboho @seiijixcia

#haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu #haikyu #kenma #kenma kozume #kenma kozume x reader #kenma x reader #kaki writes

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orangefoxes · 3 years ago

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Hey, so I've been trying to submit a prompt but it won't work so here it goes I know this will be sad but what if Neil gets really sad and depressed (the reason is up for interpretation ex: bullied by jack or is haunted by PTSD) and so he becomes full of self hate and becomes anorexic and cuts himself #andreil (this would mean so much since I've been through similar circumstances and was strong enough to pull through and keep living, this book and your Tumblr have helped me so much)

Hi @soph-ie21 I am so sorry this took a whopping 4 years for me to post. I’m terrible for not checking my inbox as my notifications have been turned off for tumblr since I was like 13. I’m so glad to hear that you recovered from your ED, you must be so strong and I’m so proud of you as I know how difficult that is to do. I’m hoping this is the sort of prompt you were looking for, if you’re even looking after this long, as it’s not very dialogue heavy, but here you go.

TRIGGER WARNING: EATING DISORDER, SELF LOATHING, ANOREXIA.

When in high stress situations, to cope, the brain releases a hormone called cortisol. It’s alright in small doses, helpful even. It triggers your fight or flight response and readies the body to do something, fast. Constant exposure to the hormone however, has some not so good long term effects. Effects that include, but are not limited to: high blood pressure, heart disease, type 2 diabetes, osteoporosis, and, arguably the mildest, weight gain.

Cortisol results in weight gain for two reasons. The first is because it slows your metabolism, and the second is because the drop in blood sugar from constant high blood pressure means that you start craving fatty, sugary foods, which leads to overeating. Neil’s memory is not nearly good enough for him to recall what foods he had craved over the years, but he and his mother shied away from sweets and chocolate for dental reasons, it probably would have been a hardship for many kids growing up but Neil had never much cared for sugar anyway. However, what he and his mother did indulge in is a lot of fatty, fast food. Partly because it was cheap, partly because it was something they could eat while on the move, and partly because no one would look twice at two sketchy people in a Burger King or remember a beaten up old car briefly pausing in a drive thru.

While never giving much thought to how he looked (short of checking for ginger roots and the bruise on his cheek from where his mother had slapped that smile from his face), Neil does remember his weight fluctuating a lot when he was younger. The more stressful the months, the chubbier he got. It was in the quiet periods as he and his mother settled down and didn’t dare to venture into the supermarket too often that he began to lose it again. It was a cycle.

In Millport, Neil was at his lowest weight yet. There was only a solitary McDonald’s in town and Neil wasn’t about to become a regular. He stocked up on tinned food from the supermarket in his first week in town instead and meticulously made his way through them, heating the can up on the hot plate he had bought for four dollars from the thrift store in the high street.

He gained weight again once he started at Palmetto, he gained muscle mass too. This, of course, was thanks to three free meals a day and a new training regime with daily exercise. It was to be expected, but if, perhaps, he gained weight quicker than his teammates and muscle slower, well, he had bigger things to worry about.

Then he knew he was going to live.

Then everything with the Moriyamas was…well, not gone, but resolved.

That’s not to say there was nothing to stress about. There was the influx of reporters wanting to catch the Foxes’ attention to ask about Nathaniel Wesninski. There was Kevin’s impending break down as Riko’s funeral came and went. There was Aaron’s trial. Honestly it probably would have gone as stressful situations for Neil always go - here and gone just as quickly - except it turns out that Nicky cooks when he’s stressed, and Neil, well, he’s a stress eater.

After Aaron is declared innocent, Nicky resumes as normal. Neil…not quite. He’s constantly opening the cupboards to look for something to eat only to close them again when he finds nothing of interest. Without Nicky cooking, there’s nothing he can easily dig into and Neil, while accumulating many skills over the years, had never been a hand in the kitchen. The only things ready-eat that were consistently in the dorm were ramen and ice-cream. Even the thought of ramen makes Neil want to vomit and Neil wasn’t so desperate that he would resort to eating something as sweet as ice cream. Not that Andrew would let him if he did. (Andrew wasn’t a sharer).

He started to feel hungry.

He was always hungry.

The first few days he started to skip meals, he didn’t even notice he was doing it. Surely he didn’t notice he was doing it.

It’s just -

Here’s the thing.

Maybe he stress eats. Maybe his mother did too. They spent long car journeys with a family sized bag of potato chips resting by the gear stick and they spent half the time stuffing handfuls into their mouths and the other half checking the mirrors for cars that stayed behind them a touch to long. So maybe he stress ate, but it was never because of hunger: it was because of craving. It was because it gave him something to do with his hands. It was only when things quietened down, when the weeks turned long with the monotonous almost-existence that took up the majority of Neil’s life growing up (here’s something no one tells you about life on the run, in between the moments of sheer terror, it’s very very very boring), it was only then, that Neil actually began to feel things like hunger.

So when the hunger pangs began to curdle in his stomach, well, he didn’t mind. It meant he was safe enough to feel the hunger.

Maybe for the first couple of days he didn’t notice it. But then he noticed it.

He noticed enough to avoid things like rice and bread. Danger foods that packed on the calories and that made him bite the inside of his cheek until it bled at the mere thought. He noticed enough that he began to watch the others train and saw their muscles flex and couldn’t help but track their muscle growth and measure it up against his own. He always found himself lacking.

That’s when it started to get worse. If Allison spent 20 minutes on the treadmill. Then Neil would do 30. If Kevin did 40 push ups. Then Neil would do 50. If Renee had a salad for lunch, then Neil would just have a fruit pot.

The first time Andrew noticed that he skipped a meal, Neil just blinked. Being who he was, Neil didn’t do stupid things like stumble for lies and this time was no different. When Andrew asked about him not eating Neil just blinked like he hadn’t even noticed until Andrew brought it up.

He blinked and said “oh, you’re right. I got so caught up in watching exy reruns i didn’t even notice”

He said, “thanks, I’ll grab something in a sec”

Andrew breathed a scoffing breath down his nose, rolled his eyes and called him a junkie. He didn’t look at all surprised, as though Neil was only confirming what he had already guessed. Which of course is the trick all good liars employ.

Neil wondered if he would be surprised if he were to find out how impossible it would be for Neil to forget a meal time. He could never forget. All he thought about was food. It was all he thought about.

Food began to feel like it was all he cared about. Cared about more than school. Cared about more than exy. Is it terrible of him that that more than anything else feels like the worst thing?

And then, as things do, it got worse.

It turned into Neil stood in front of the mirror (looking at his body but not his eyes, never his eyes) and pinching the flesh between his fingers. Noticing every part of him that didn’t harden into muscle like the others. Noticing all the scars that had stretched strangely over a waist and thighs that are no longer as small.

He begins to peck at his food. Rip it into tiny pieces. Andrew looks down at his plate and glowers at him. Neil gives him a cheeky grin. He knows what he’s thinking. That this is just another one of those Andrew-mannerisms that Neil is taking on for himself. Like the sarcastic salutes and the blank, waiting stares. It’s so much easier to hide how little you’ve eaten when it’s all in pieces.

He didn’t know how to explain it. He just knows he needs to be thinner. He needs to weigh less. It’s not about looks. It’s never been about looks. He just needs to do this. He needs to be smaller. It will be alright then. Because then…then…

Well it will be alright then.

So here’s the thing about guilt and self loathing: they’re useless emotions. Andrew would be quick to agree. (Though Andrew is a hypocrite and is chock full of the both of them). His mother would agree too. How many times had Neil slipped poison into someone’s drink, stole from someone just as desperate, shot someone who maybe or maybe-not deserved it? And how many times after that did his mother pinch and prod at him and repeat the same mantra of “don’t you dare let guilt slow you down, you slow down and you’re dead”

Well, Mum, he’s slowed down. He slowed down so much that he’s stopped altogether and guess what? He fucking hates himself.

He replays it all in his head like a terrible loop. The boy in Switzerland that he tricked into taking his jacket so His fathers men would go after him instead. The old women he and his mother tricked into housing them and then slipped something in her tea until she slept and never woke up again. The homeless man who had broken into the house they were squatting in that Neil had shot on instinct. Seth.

Seth. Seth. Seth.

He fucking hates himself. Honestly the hunger pains kind of feel like the best thing he’s ever felt after that. The pain, the ache, he deserves it.

Then it gets worse. Then comes the worst part.

Andrew’s meds change again. The others had begun to make him irritable and he always had an energy crash by about 5pm and a terrible headache. The new ones wouldn’t be of much note as they did nothing groundbreakingly different, short of getting rid of the headaches and not sapping so much of his energy.

Except for one key side effect of the meds.

They suppressed Andrew’s appetite.

More and more Andrew is missing meals. He won’t even eat more than a tablespoon of ice cream. Neil watches him and adjusts himself to suit. He doesn’t know why, but he just can’t be eating more than him, he can’t.

The frustration he feels about Andrew’s meds soon turn to resentment. He hates that he has to watch Andrew not eat and not seem affected by it at all. Andrew lessens his exercise under Betsy’s advice and yet nothing changes. His weight stays the same. He probably even loses some thanks to the loss of muscle. Neil watches and Neil hates. He hates that if he skipped out on training he would pack on the pounds, he hates that his stomach hurt and hurts and Andrew doesn’t spare a thought on food at all.

He starts to avoid the roof. He starts to dodge Andrew’s gaze the same way he does his own in the mirror.

The next time they’re alone and Andrew leans in, more hesitant than he’s been in months, Neil jerks back and snaps “No.”

It isn’t even completely because of the resentment. The majority of it is because he feels disgusting and fat and he can’t bare Andrew touching him right now. Can’t bare him looking at him.

Andrew’s face closes off and he slides back to the other side of the couch. He’s searching Neil’s face, trying to find the misstep, trying to find what he did wrong.

Good, let him think he did something wrong.

Now that’s the resentment.

It’s immediately one of the worst things Neil has ever thought. He remembers sitting, trembling, on the roof, Andrew refusing to touch him saying “I wont be like them, I wont let you let me be”

And Neil’s trying to make him think, wants to make him feel -

Jesus Christ. He’s a piece of fucking shit.

He slams his way out of the dorm and runs and runs and runs.

He sleeps in the locker room and slumps out in the morning so he’s first in the main room for the meeting with Wymack. He sits on a chair that’s as far away from every other seat as it can get while still completing the make do semi-circle around where Wymack usually stands. When the others begin to filter in they take in his new seat, but don’t comment when they see his storming expression.

When Andrew sees him he pauses for a beat in the doorway before continuing to his usual seat on the couch. He stares at Neil blankly, but his hands are clenching and unclenching in his lap. Wymack hesitates but doesn’t say anything. The others play at being uninterested and only Aaron openly looks between Neil and Andrew with a steadyingly darkening expression.

Neil slams his locker and gets changed in the cubicles for the first time in months. He’s vicious in practice. Throwing in as many dirty moves as he can. Andrew stands in the goal and does nothing. When it’s only Wymack’s sharp whistle that stops Neil bringing his racket down on Matt’s arm when he attempts to steal the ball, Neil is benched.

He yanks off his helmet and slumps down on the bench and tries to remember how to breathe through rage.

He’s sat, pinching at the skin on his thigh, for ten minutes before Allison joins him. She holds out a breakfast bar and Neil stiffens.

“Eat, it might help you stop being such a raging asshole,” she says.

Neil takes the breakfast bar and when she doesn’t immediately leave he opens it and snaps a bit off with his fingers.

He stares down the rolled oats and nuts and grimaces at the sticky feeling of the syrup that holds them together. He feels sick.

“Are you going to eat?” Allison says.

Neil looks at her and huffs a bitter breath through his nose. A wry smile pulls at the corner of his lips.

He remembers that Allison battled bulimia for years.

You can’t lie to a liar.

She looks at his face. Concern trying to become anger that she’s trying to force to stay concern. She looks at his face and then over at Andrew, who is stood in his goal watching them as Kevin shouts at him to fucking do something already. She looks back at Neil.

“You know, relationships are hard enough without mental health problems in the mix. Seth and I were a terrible combination for many reasons and that was one them. I’m not saying it can’t be done or that it shouldn’t be done, I’m just saying it makes it so much harder. He used to try to make me eat. I hated him for that. Hated that I had to hide my own habits in my own room. One day, after he stopped me from going to purge one too many times we got into an argument. I said some disgusting things to him. The next day he was in the hospital because of an overdose. He had to get his stomach pumped. You know what the worst thing is? I don’t even remember what it is I said. I don’t know if what I did triggered him or if it would have happened anyway, but it couldn’t have helped. You’re always going to trigger each other at one point or another, it’s unavoidable. But if you know that and you don’t do anything to help yourself…well that’s when every shit thing you think about yourself starts to become true. So tell me, are you a piece of shit that’s going to drag everyone down with you, or are you better than that?”

Neil looks down at the breakfast bar. He still can’t make himself eat it.

He swallows harshly against the lump in his throat. He has to swallow two more times until he’s sure he can talk without crying.

“What’s betsy’s number?” He asks.

Allison doesn’t smile, but she nods like he’s done the right thing and pulls out her phone.

SIDE NOTE: I’d like to point out that Neil is very flawed and toxic in his thinking and Allison is harsh in what she says to him just because she’s a harsh person. If you have an eating disorder I know sometimes help and recovery seems like the worst thing in world and something you really don’t want, but please, please seek help. You can do it.

#Neil josten #andrew minyard #Allison Reynolds #the foxhole court #andreil #all for the game #anorexia #eating disorder

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spicyfoodboi · 4 years ago

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Can we have hcs of where Midoriyas, Bakugous, Shinsos, and Kaminaris s/o (if thats too much then you can just pick between them ^^) get drugged by someone and it makes them all hazy and tired and unable to activate their quirk? Dsdsfdsfdsf sorry if thats too sensitive >~

A drug to stay away from

Genre: slight angst then fluff

A katsuki bakugo and izuku midoriya x reader

A/n: hey guys! I posted this fic just to clear my head, still might take that break though. decided not to do denki and shinso since idk what to put on his part. I hope thats okay and anon don't worry, nothing too sensitive for me :))! I feel really drained with the tag problems and i might start writing more when i get a new lappy instead of on my phone because i feel that would be drastically better than losing a quarter of my fics here. Requests are still open, maybe you guys wanna leave something? Without further ado, let's get on with it!

Katsuki bakugo

He left you for a few minutes to go to the bathroom at a bar.

Someone calls you on your phone so you decide to steer away from the counter so the bartender wouldn't overhear.

Little did you know, the guy next to you slipped something into your drink.

You hang up the phone and sipped your drink just as bakugo comes back.

"let's go." he whispered in your ear.

You were about to get off the stool when i wave of dizziness hits you and you stumbled off, grabbing onto bakugo's shirt for support.

He was pretty pissed, thinking you were just drunk.

But damn, he looked into your eyes and just saw panic.

He picked you up and ran to his car to drive you guys back to the apartment.

He brought you inside to lay you down and rest.

You woke up the next day with a headache.

You went out the balcony to stretch and maybe use your quirk.

That was the problem, you couldn't.

You called over bakugo with a panicked voice and he ran out immediately.

"i knew it. You weren't fucking drunk. Someone drugged you."

He brought you to a hospital to get you checked out.

He was anxiously waiting for results, hoping that it wasn't bad news.

He couldn't bear to see you heartbroken.

It was good to say that it was only temporary.

He thought of what could happen if he didn't get there at exactly the right time?

That was such a close call, he doesn't want to repeat that ever again.

Izuku midoriya

You were out patrolling with your boyfriend, deku.

People were waving and asking him for autographs and as usual you stayed in the sidelines so you could continue on.

There was a crowd around izuku, asking for autographs and pictures.

You decided to stay by a building's walls so you don't bump into anyone.

You didn't bump into this guy, he bumped into you.

You felt something prick your upper arm when he bumped into you.

He just continued walking.

You were about to call out to him when your vision started to blur.

You tried to use your quirk to get anyone's attention but you couldn't seem to use it.

You felt panicked and shaken.

You didn't feel yourself drop to the ground.

You also didn't hear midoriya yelling out your name and running pass the crowd towards you.

You woke up in a hospital bed, izuku right besides you, on the phone with your shared agency about what happened.

He was livid.

When he saw you awake, he hung up on the agency and took your hand in both of his.

"tell me what happened? Who drugged you?"

You told him what happened, his jaw was tight as he tried to keep a straight face.

"that will never happen again. I promise you" he said, kissing the back of your palm.

He told you what the doctor told him, that the effects were temporary and you were able to go home and use your quirk to do good the next day.

From that day forth, He made it his priority to look for the guy who drugged you so that he rot in jail forever.

I'll be back by sunday, give or take. Funnily enough, my tumblr keeps glitching and wouldn't save this ending part multiple times which adds to my stress. I'll leave my inbox open to requests and things you'd like to say to me! Thank you for the kind words of encouragement. Love you guys so much! 😊😘❤

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kcabyap · 4 years ago

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Etienne, I got scared because I can't find you in my inbox, I have your post notification on so I know when you post something and then it's gone, even all the my asks that you answered is gone from my inbox 👁👄👁 I just woke up, and I panic 😀 it's good that you're fine tho ❤

😇 while walking in the castle garden the prince felt as if he's being watched, looking around he saw an unfamiliar face in the corner of his eyes "my~ I think an angel should know that staring at a stranger is bad" the prince said still looking at the beautiful garden, the said angel approaches and apologize, finally facing the angel "simeon right?" Laughing softly seeing the angel confused expression "ah I'm the eldest prince Noah, there's nothing in devildom that I don't know" he explains "and for an angel, you're quite how do I say this hmm you have doubts don't you?" His tone is light and soft, he is smiling but something about the prince is suspicious "don't rush it, you'll know the answer when it's time, " the prince says as he starts to walk away "you can come to me when your confused, lost, or want to vent that guilt of yours, I know you have a lot" the prince laugh softly "I know you'll be searching for me" the prince stop walking and turn back to face the angel "you can find me in this garden at night" as if on cue the winds blow making their encounter more mystic and when a particularly strong wind blow making the angel close his eyes but when he opens it the prince has already gone

Tumblr has a problem with me today, idk what it is... I got onto tumblr support about it so I'm hoping they email me back soon... highkey panicking myself tbh 😂😅

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It isn't that Simeon means to stare; of course not, that would be impolite, it's wrong to just stare at people... And yet, that's exactly what he finds himself doing as he sees a mysterious figure walk by in the castle's garden. He's weighing up his options, whether or not he should introduce himself or ask what the stranger is doing; but suddenly, the choice is out of his hands, as the stranger addresses him. "Ah... my apologies..." the angel says softly, a slightly embarrassed smile tugging at his lips as he approaches the stranger. Blinking in surprise, he nods. "Yes, that's me... You know who I am?" he asks. As the stranger introduces himself, Simeon's eyes widen a little. "The eldest prince...? I have heard of you from the archangels..." His cheeks redden slightly as Noah mentions his doubts. How could anyone else know about that...? He's kept these things so quiet... Lying is something he tries to stay away from, so he remains quiet on that one, breaking eye contact and clasping his gloved hands together. "I... I can?" His eyes glance back to the prince, sceptical, questioning. He doesn't know if he can trust this man... and yet... the thought of being able to unburden himself is a welcome one. "I--" Simeon's words are cut off as the wind gusts around them, his hand instinctively reaching for his face as his eyes close... and when they open once more, Noah is gone, as though he was never there. Left alone with more questions than answers, Simeon bites at his lower lip, before continuing on his way... He may be confused, but he knows one thing for certain: he will have to return here at night. To sate his own curiosity, if nothing else... and to perhaps confess some thoughts, if this man truly is as willing to listen as he claims to be.

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chouetteffraie · 5 years ago

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dazatsu + you said you would let them go for the "bad things happen" bingo :3

Here you go, sammy wammy! I hope you like it!

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Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Rating: General

Warnings: Mentioned Blood, Alluded/Implied Torture

Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Nakajima Atsushi

Characters: Dazai Osamu, Nakajima Atsushi

Summary: The plan had been risky from the beginning, something Atsushi didn’t have enough of an issue with to keep Dazai at peace. He feels a panic and resignation he’s only felt once before, only this time he’s stuck behind an earpiece, unable to reach out and grasp what he fears may be slipping away too quickly.

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The plan had been risky from the beginning, something Atsushi didn’t have enough of an issue with to keep Dazai at peace.

When Ranpo had brought the plan up in a meeting, Atsushi’s surprise only lasted a second before he nodded, that same determined look on his face that Dazai had seen countless times before. At the time, he had to fight to keep his displeasure from showing in the form of a deep grimace. Nodding at Atsushi and forcing his lips up in an empty smile as he passed, Dazai stayed in his seat until only he and Ranpo were left in the meeting room.

Mindlessly spinning a sucker in his mouth, Ranpo took his time to say, “Do you have a problem?”

An uneasy feeling spread in Dazai’s gut as he scrounged around for something to say. He did have a problem - he wasn’t comfortable with putting Atsushi in danger like this again. Anymore it seemed as if Atsushi was always bait for their missions, but forcing him to be captured? Logically, Dazai figured it would be okay. He knew Ranpo wouldn’t devise a plan where Atsushi had to die willy-nilly. But the small part of him that took over at the most inconvenient times, the part of him that even allowed him the relief of holding Atsushi close, was begging him to make a scene and come up with an alternative plan.

He swallowed the protests that part of him tried to throw out and stood up from his seat instead. “Of course not,” He answered with a pained smile. “I believe in your plan, and I trust that Atsushi can make it out of the situation once he’s completed the job.”

Ranpo hummed, clearly not believing him but letting the subject drop. He probably didn’t care much, anyway.

Ranpo had the same calm disposition days later, chewing on some candy while Dazai clenched the arms of his chair so hard his knuckles turned white and his fingers cramped. The screen in front of him showed the scenes from some cameras the detectives were keeping track of, but his attention was instead on the sounds coming in from his earpiece. After losing contact with Atsushi for hours, they finally managed to pick up a signal and regain communications, but a gruff voice was coming through instead. There were a few demands here and there, most requests for sentry to be relieved and to get authorities to stop tailing them. As much as Dazai wanted to tell them otherwise, the others had convinced him to agree to their demands. Now that they had gotten the taste of authority, they began threatening and taunting the agency members. Dazai couldn’t be bothered to listen to what they were saying. All he cared about were the delirious groans of pain he could barely hear in the background and a strange sense of dread climbing up to his chest that was all too familiar despite only being around once before.

“We almost didn’t recognize ya,” One of the voices said as the other laughed behind him, drowning out the sounds in the background. Dazai had to bite his lip to stop himself from yelling out and begging them to stop so he would be able to hear Atsushi and get that relief that at least he was okay. “How could we have forgotten that it was the armed detectives we were dealing with?”

Kunikida appeared behind Dazai’s desk, eyes covered completely by a glare from the many screens in the room. “Watch your tongue, Dazai,” he warned, head tilted slightly to avoid making direct eye contact. No doubt he could recognize the deadly look in his eyes, cold enough to freeze out the panic growing inside of him. “We need to keep them calm while we regain the upper hand.”

“What do you want?” Dazai asked through clenched teeth. Every muscle in his body was tensed, painful and strenuous enough to keep him on guard.

“Just a little message, that’s all,” they responded. “Word on the street says nobody crosses you guys and walks away in one piece. We just wanna let them know that ain’t always true.”

“We��ve done everything you’ve asked us to do,” Dazai answered. He couldn’t keep his voice from sounding so rough, his chest swelling with the inflating feeling of desperation. An imaginary clock ticked down in his head as blood-splattered visions flashed in his mind, the pent-up energy ricocheting off every cell in his body. He wanted to do something - he was too close to the one thing that could send him spiraling out of control, and yet again he was helpless.

“And we appreciate that. But working together like we’re old pals doesn’t look as tough, right? You understand.” Before he could finish his sentence, a sharp cry pierced through the earpiece and right into Dazai’s heart. He couldn’t tell what they were doing to Atsushi, but an unbearable sound of agony ripped through the air for a horrifically long time until he was given a moment’s relief.

Even worse, Dazai did understand them. He understood far too well. This moment was something he had been planning on the moment he met Atsushi and that tiny, stupid, hopeful spark reignited itself. That didn’t stop his stomach from tumbling around inside of him and threatening to spill out on the ground, and it didn’t stop his heart from clenching in his chest and curling up to die.

He didn’t mean to break. But he was getting weak, worn so thin from the strain of worrying everything he cared about would be robbed from him that he snapped. His co-workers all turned to look at him, startled as he cried out in a hoarse voice, “You said you would let him go!”

A harsh screech echoed throughout the office as he stood from his chair, Kunikida and Kenji holding his arms to his side almost immediately as if their enemy was right in front of them. Dazai kept struggling, the earpiece falling out of his ear as he tried to escape. He didn’t have a plan - it wasn’t like he could run to Atsushi and save his life - but he needed to do something, anything before somebody precious died again because he was too late.

In the midst of the struggle, Ranpo stood up abruptly, face stoic. Once the noise died down, he looked Dazai in the eyes as if daring him to challenge him (which he might try, considering he thought Ranpo got them into this mess) and said, “I have an idea.”

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When Atsushi woke up, his entire body was aching as though he had lifted an entire building and his head was pounding. He was crunched into an uncomfortable position, someone holding their arms around him with one arm behind his back and the other tucking him close to their chest. He could hear their heartbeat steadily pumping, interrupted every now and then when he was jostled by what he assumed was a bump in the road. He didn’t dare open his eyes for a few moments, letting himself adjust to the painstaking task of maintaining awareness.

When his eyes finally did open, he saw a familiar bolo tie and immediately sank into himself, relief flooding his veins. He felt warm, and not from the trickle of blood down his skin or a rush of adrenaline. He felt safe.

Gently pushing on Dazai’s shoulder, Atsushi softly called out before reaching out to push his head. Immediately Dazai furrowed his brows and grabbed Atsushi’s hand, opening one eye lazily before smiling and leaning his cheek into Atsushi’s palm.

For a moment, neither of them said anything. Atsushi trailed his eyes down, watching the rise and fall of Dazai’s chest, until he noticed dark red pools on his shirt.

“Is that your blood?” Atsushi asked quietly, dragging his eyes back to Dazai’s face. His mouth stayed in a small smile, but his eyes flickered with something darker, something protective. A chill shook Atsushi’s spine.

In a light, airy tone, Dazai answered, “No, it isn’t.”

Atsushi surveyed the crowd in the van with him, all slightly beaten from a struggle with his captors. He told himself he wanted to feel bad, but he couldn’t force himself to do it. Instead, he relaxed again, nuzzling into Dazai’s shoulder as he readjusted himself.

Truth be told, he was more satisfied with the answer than Dazai would ever expect him to be.

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screw-real-life-i-pick-fandoms · 5 years ago

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The Past Comes Back (Johnathan Pine x Reader) (Multi-shot)

Part 1/3

Words: 2,584

AN: Hello! This is my first time writing for Pine, so sorry if it's not the best. I got this anonymous request in my Tumblr inbox and thought it would be perfect for trying Pine. Here is the request:

Hi, can you please do an angsty Pine x reader, please?

This will also be in three parts! I hope you guys like it. Also, the link for part two is here.

Warnings: Angst, violence, and language.

(Y/N's POV)

It was me and Johnathan's second anniversary of becoming a couple, yet I hadn't heard from him all day and only saw him when he left this morning. I had tried calling him but all I got was voicemail. I knew that it was hard to get a call or text in when he was at work, they kept a pretty tight shift with him, after all, he had taken down the world's largest and most dangerous arms dealer a few years ago.

Johnathan and I had made plans a few days ago to go for dinner and then take a walk around the park, and I knew he would keep that promise. I wasn't too worried about it and went about my day doing what I needed to do. As far as my work, I didn't really need to worry about that today. I didn't need to worry about my job teaching Criminology at the university because classes didn't start up again for a few more weeks.

When it got later in the day, I decided to get ready for dinner with Johnathan. I put on a dark blue high-low style dress that came down just above my knees in the front and a few inches above my ankle. It was my favorite and Johnathan quite liked it too. I also decided on a pair of black flats, so that way I wouldn't have trouble walking to the restaurant that I was going to meet Johnathan at.

It was a warm evening; the sun was just starting to set behind the London skyline. I could hear birds singing as the soft breeze blew through my hair as I walked. I arrived at the restaurant a few minutes early, so I stood outside and waited for Johnathan to get there.

After about ten minutes went by, I decided to call him to make sure everything was alright. He didn't answer his phone when I called him and he hadn't sent me any texts about where he was. I started getting worried when it was a bit over half an hour past the time when we were supposed to meet, and I still hadn't heard anything from him.

At this point, I thought to try to call someone who he worked with where he was and if he was alright. I pulled out my phone and dialed the number for my old Uni friend, Angela Burr. She was actually the one who introduced Johnathan and I three years ago, back when I still worked with the government.

"Hello?" I heard Angela's voice come over the phone after a few rings.

"Hey, Angela," I said trying to push my worry aside. "It's Y/N."

"Oh," She said happily. "Hello there, Y/N. Happy anniversary by the way. Is something wrong? Is it about that letter you got two weeks ago?"

"Thank you, and no it's not," I said to her. "I actually was wondering about Johnathan."

"What about him?" She asked.

"I was wondering if you knew where he is," I began to ask her. "Or if you have seen him around."

"I thought he was with you," Angela said with surprise. "He got off almost two hours ago."

I was silent for a moment, wondering why I hadn't heard anything from him, and now I was much more worried about Johnathan then before.

"Thank you, Angela," I said quickly. "I will talk to you later."

"Alright, Y/N," She replied. "Be safe."

I hung up the phone and looked around quickly. Something wasn't settling right with me. If Johnathan had left work two hours ago, then why hadn't I heard a thing from him? Even if he had got stuck in traffic, he would have called or texted letting me know that he would be late.

I could hear the sounds of thunder in the distance and knew that it would rain soon. I walked down the streets, and I kept trying to call him.

"Dammit," I mumbled to myself. "Where are you, Johnathan?"

I was worried something bad had happened to him, like getting into a wreck or worse he would do something to Jonathan. Then I could feel the first few drops of rain begin to fall, and normally I would have wished that I had brought an umbrella, but right now my only concern was finding Johnathan. It only took about a minute before I was soaked by the cool rain.

I walked past a pub that had it's door open and I could hear a bunch of loud voices inside, and I was about to keep walking until I heard a very familiar voice come from the pub.

"Anyone else want to go?" I heard his familiar voice loud and clear.

I turned around and walked into the pub, the smell of smoke and alcohol filled my nostrils. I looked around and quickly saw a tall figure with dirty-blonde hair standing next to the pool table, a cocky look on his face. He had on dark jeans and a white dress shirt; the top two buttons were undone.

I pushed through the crowd of people until I was about five feet away from him but he didn't see me, he was too busy taking his shot on the pool table. After he took his shot and sank two balls, he looked up and made eye contact with me, his deep blue eyes looking into my Y/E/C ones. He waved at me and went right back to his game like nothing was wrong. At that point I lost it, I closed the remaining distance between us until I was right next to him.

"Johnathan!" I called out over the loud sounds of the bar. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Playing pool love," He said not even looking up at me. "And winning too, might I add. If I win this game, I will have won six in a row."

I was stunned, what was going on here? Why didn't Johnathan even acknowledge the fact that it was our anniversary, and more importantly, I was worried sick about him?

"Johnathan," I said flatly. "We need to talk."

"Not now, Y/N," Johnathan said, still not looking up at me. "I am in the middle of something."

I was taken aback by his words; Johnathan had never acted like this before.

"No," I said holding my ground. "We are going to talk now."

With a sigh, Johnathan finally looked up at me and he gave me a once over.

"You are soaked," Johnathan said looking me up and down. "Like properly drenched."

"Thank you for pointing that out," I said angrily. "I am glad to see you actually care."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Johnathan asked and I could see he was getting angry as well.

"You know damn well what!" I said a bit loudly this time and began to walk to a less crowded part of the pub, Johnathan following close behind.

"I'm sure I don't," He said. "What has got you so riled up anyway, and why were you out in the rain in that dress? You could catch could."

"Oh wow," I said looking him right in the eye. "Are you being serious or are you really that daft?"

"What do you want from me, Y/N!" He said and his voice was razed as well. "You're not giving me much to go on here."

"You want me to tell you what is going on?" I asked still amazed that he didn't realize yet.

"Yes actually," He grunted. "That would be nice."

"I'll tell you what's wrong," I began with a hiss. "It's our anniversary to start off with!"

I could see the look on his face change but I didn't stop.

"I haven't seen you all day," I continued. "I woke up and you were gone, but that didn't really bother me because I knew you might get called in today. When it came time, I got ready for our date, even though I hadn't heard back from you after all the texts, because you said you would make it. I walked to the restaurant and waited for you. I waited for you but you never showed, after a while, I called Angela to see if you got held up at work but she told me you had gotten off two hours before."

I stopped to take a breath and then continued.

"I still hadn't heard back from you yet," I took a few steps closer to him as I spoke. "I walked around trying to find you, thinking you may have gotten stuck somewhere. Then it started raining," I gestured to my wet body and clothes. "I walked past this pub and who do I find?"

I stopped and waited for him to say something.

"I am sorry about all the trouble you went through," Johnathan said after a few moments. "I have been really busy lately and I needed time to unwind. I am sorry I forgot about our anniversary, but I don't see what all the fuss is about, it's not really that big of a deal."

As soon as the words left his mouth, I could tell he wanted to take them back.

"Obviously it's not," I said turning away from him so he wouldn't see the tears that started to form in my eyes. "If you forgot the easily, and for your information Johnathan, it's not the fact that you forgot. It's the fact that you didn't let me know you were okay."

"I am sorry," He said and I could feel his hand on my shoulder. "I didn't mean it like that and you know it, Y/N. I also didn't mean to worry you; I had my phone off."

I wiped the tear that had fallen off my cheek but still kept my back to him.

"You really scared my Johnathan," I said softly. "I thought something had happened to you, but I found you here, drinking and gambling. Just one call or text would have been fine. Just something to let me know you were alright."

"I just needed some time away," He said not moving from his spot behind me. "That's why I had my phone off and came here after work."

The way he said "time away" made my heart hurt.

"What?" I breathed out so softly I thought Johnathan wouldn't hear it but I was wrong.

"Well," Johnathan began. "We have been together a lot lately, and you have been blowing up my phone a bit the past two weeks, overall being just a bit clingy. I just needed a bit of time to myself."

I felt a wave of sadness come over me. Is that really what he thought of me? Clingy? I didn't mean to make him feel that way.

"Oh," I said. " Alright, I understand."

"Y/N," He said and tried to walk in front of me, but I began to walk keeping him to my back. "wait, love."

"No, no," I said and continued walked to the exit, and I felt the tears start to come back. "It's alright. I'm sorry, Johnathan. Thank you for telling me.

"Y/N?" Johnathan asked trying to get my attention.

"I'm sorry," I apologized again. "I am going to walk home. I will see you when you come back, I'm sorry once again. I didn't mean to."

I could feel him try to reach for my hand but I pulled it away and quickened my pace. I made my way through the thick crowd of people quicker then Johnathan could and ran out the door back into the rainy night.

I ran down the streets and let my tears fall, letting them mix with the rain running down my face. I didn't mean to seem clingy to Johnathan, that was the last thing I wanted to happen. It's just something happened two weeks ago that brought back some old memories.

I used to be a field agent, one of the best, or so Angela would say. I would do some crazy things in order to bring down the bad guy or save anyone I could. My last mission is when everything changed, and I had retired to become a teacher.

There was a huge human trafficking cell that was sending woman across the border to be sold and have unspeakable things happen to them, they were truly awful. It was not the hardest mission I had been on, go in undercover for a few months, get the info we needed to nail them, and then send a team in to bring them down.

After being embedded with the group for six months, we family had enough to nail them. The whole operation was shut down and everyone involved was arrested, or so we thought. When I was going through all of the people who were arrested, I saw that one, Flint Garth had somehow slipped through and was still out there.

I was put into witness protection for a while after that, while they tried to find Flint. There was no sign of him after the bust and when a year went by, I was able to come back to my life. I decided to retire after that and went to teach at the university.

Everything was fine now, I had a good job, met Johnathan and started dating him, life was good, but two weeks ago something changed.

I received an envelope in the mail with nothing on it but my name, and when I opened it, I felt more fear then I had felt in a long time. It was written in black ink and all it read was,

I'm back, Jennifer Lance.

Jennifer Lance was my name when I was undercover with the trafficking group and I recognized the handwriting as Flint's. I called Angela right away and she said to keep an eye out and if anything at all seemed strange, she would pull some strings to make sure I was safe.

I didn't tell Jonathan because I didn't want to worry him, and also the whole case was still very hush hush. Nothing had happened since I had gotten the letter, but I did start to keep a closer eye on Jonathan, trying to be around him as much as I could, and calling or texting him whenever I could to make sure he was alright.

I never meant to make Johnathan feel suffocated or come off as clingy, I was just worried about him.

I was a few minutes from home when I felt like someone was following me. I quickened my pace and didn't look back.

Maybe it was Johnathan, maybe it wasn't.

I was about to make around the corner and I would be able to see my house from there, but then something happened.

"Hello, Jennifer, or should I say, Y/N. Did you miss me?" I heard his voice say from behind me.

Be for I would turn around I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, and everything went dark.

Part Two

Part Three (Final)

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i-write-about-hobbits-and-stuff · 6 years ago

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A comfortable pillow

Summary: Based on the prompt “Sorry I just sort of fell asleep on your shoulder, it’s just … you make the nicest pillow. Has anyone ever told you that?”, and this is part of my crusade to put more Bofur content out there (and possibly self-indulgence, you never know)

Pairing: Bofur x reader

Warnings: None, maybe a warning for incoming fluff!

Note: My inbox is always open for any individual requests anyone may have. I'm also going to start making a taglist, so for anyone who's interested in being notified of any of my future writings, send me a pm or an ask with your tumblr username (you can specify what you want to be notified of, i.e a particular character, one-shots in general or everything)

A day's worth of journeying through rigid cliffs and muddy fields had ended, and a grateful breath escaped you as you were finally graced with a moment of rest after helping your companions set up camp. Your muscles ached and screamed at you as you leaned against a large rock, and the pain provided a realization that you were far more physically unprepared for this quest than you had initially assumed. You were unwilling to just abandon the entourage of dwarrow however, as you’d built meaningful and unique friendships with each and every one of them.

One in particular you had grown exceptionally close with. In the times you’d spend together, he’d always manage to put a smile on your tired face, to invoke such pure and beautiful emotions in you with the tales he’d spin and the songs he’d chant by the fire, and to make your heart flutter when you saw his smile.

“You alright, lass?“ the voice you’ had become so fond of threw you out of your little daze. You were pleasantly surprise to see Bofur had taken a seat just next to you, offering you his most charming warm smile. You couldn’t contain a smile of your own.

“Yeah, just tired from all the travelling“ you answered. “Could also use a nice bath right about now“

“Well, I’m afraid I can’t offer much in that regard“ he chuckled. „How about a tale instead? To help you relax“

“That would be wonderful, Bofur“ you spoke, adjusting yourself to a more comfortable position, excited to see what new and unusual memories the dwarf would recall of his youth.

It was natural for you to spend your nights like this and the rest of the company had silently agreed to let you two have this time together without interruption. They simply didn’t want another incident, after the one time Dwalin dared interrupt Bofur in the middle of a particularly engaging story of his time in the Blue Mountains, and you were more than happy to give him a piece of your mind. Safe to say, the experience still jars the warrior at the thought.

„Now, I don’t recall ever telling you about the time in the Blue Mountains when Bombur and I...“

So he went off, and you felt yourself slowly get lost in his voice, as the painful fatigue you’d felt only moments ago seemed to vanish. Soon enough you could barely register the words that came out of the dwarf’s mouth, hearing only the soft hum of his voice as it gently lulled you. Your heavy eyelids finally closed and the last thing you felt was the comforting warmth of another body before you fell asleep, ignoring the snickers and amused expressions a few particular onlookers wore.

It wasn’t until just over an hour or so later that you finally woke, stirred by the scent of pipe-weed. It took just a moment to realize your position - leaning against the shoulder of your beloved dwarf as he quietly smoked his pipe. Most of the company had collapsed in their bedrolls, a few still idling around the fire, which had been reduced to a low flame.

“Sorry, lass, didn’t mean to wake ya” he spoke just above a whisper. Despite how embarrassing it was to realize you’d unintentionally fallen asleep while Bofur was spinning you a tale, you couldn’t deny how nice it felt to have your head on his shoulder. And so you didn’t bother moving a single inch, enjoying the closeness.

“It’s alright, though I think I should be the one apologizing” you admitted.

“And what would that be for then?”

“Well I didn’t do a terrific job at being a listener, like I always do” you laughed. You wholeheartedly blamed Thorin for insisting to traverse more distance when all the trekking you had in you was all ran out. “And for falling asleep on you...” you added.

“I don’t mind at all. You deserve the rest” Bofur assured you.

“You know...” you started after a pause. “You make the nicest pillow. Has anyone ever told you that?” you muttered, closing your eyes as you lightly snuggled into into the dwarf.

“Can’t say anyone has ” his body lightly shook from the chuckle he couldn’t hold in.

“Well you are... so thank you” you spoke as you felt yourself slipping out of consciousness once more.

“More than happy to be of service, lass” you heard his distant voice, as he tenderly leaned his head against yours. You drifted off to sleep, with a happiness you hadn’t felt even once before.

#the hobbit #the hobbit imagine #bofur #bofur imagine #reader x bofur #the hobbit one shot #bofur one-shot #bofur x reader

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ofhoneyandrosepetals · 6 years ago

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We Move Lightly - Chapter 7

Pairing: Modern!Ivar x reader

Description: Y/N moved back in with her parents, after 7 years of taking care of her grandparents in another town. She had no idea how her neighbors would be, or who would they be, or even that she would fall in love with one of them.

Warnings: swearings and fluff. Nothing to worry about.

Word count: 2.193

A/N: due to Tumblr’s links problems, I’m not going to put here the link for previous chapters, masterlist and my ask (which my inbox happens to be OPEN for requests) but you all can keep up with the link for my masterlist in my bio! Just a catch up on the fic. Y/L/N stands for “your last name”, as you already may know.

It was one week since Amy left and you were already feeling lonely. You haven’t seen Ivar either, even though you text each other all the time. He was super busy with his last projects before summer vacations hit and he could get some free time, since Floki was about to travel with his wife. He was finishing some essays as well as you helped him over the phone.

And that was the fun part, you thought: you live right beside each other, but sometimes it wouldn’t look like that at all. How are the chances to not see your neighbor, even from the window? Not that you actually tried to do that; you liked to play, not looking for him from your window, otherwise it wouldn’t be so fun. You thought that, maybe, if you see each other all the time, soon enough it would get boring and… and well, it would end.

And do you wanted that? Of course not, but that was your opinion and you had no idea what Ivar’s thoughts were.

You tried to do something different that morning - you tried to call him.

He wasn’t picking.

It was being quite a pain in the ass when your classes were already finished and he still had his - plus his intern.

You waited patiently. Noon arrived - and nothing.

How are things doing?, you texted him, but still nothing.

In the afternoon you were bored, bored and more bored. You missed that sweet and constant presence of Amy and you really wanted to see Ivar - you were already missing all his features, manners, voice, laugh, every little detail, and audios and phone calls and his profile picture weren’t doing any justice as he was in person.

And that’s why that you, finally, had the guts to knock on his door - without a plate of brownies, but you hoped that your cutest blouse and smile would do.

Aslaug answered.

“Hi Y/N, what can I do for you?”

“Hey Aslaug, is… is Ivar home?”

“Ivar? Oh… no, he… Ubbe drove him to the doctor, he had an appointment.”

“An appointment? Is everything alright?”

“Yes, everything’s fine,” she waved her hand. “It wasn’t a scheduled appointment, but everything’s fine. Do you want to come inside and wait for him?” She cracked more the door open, but you shook your head.

“No, thank you, actually… I think I’ll wait here. Air’s good.”

“You could wait at the backyard.”

“Here’s fine, thank you, Mrs. Lothbrok.”

Aslaug gave you a sweet smile and gently closed the door.

An appointment with the doctor. That wasn’t an uncommon thing for Ivar, given his legs’ situation, but you still were worried. What if something serious happened? Aslaug even said that it wasn’t a scheduled appointment, so something probably happened.

You sat on the doorsteps, hugging your knees while scrolling your phone, looking for something to pass the time. You found a paper on Shakespeare that got your attention, and so you went for it.

Two hours had passed when you heard a car approaching. It was a dark silver SUV, and it parked in front of the house. You bit your lips. Ubbe got out of the driver side and waved at you, all smiles. He went for the car trunk and got from there a wheelchair. Your heart stopped briefly before pounding against your chest.

You didn’t know Ivar for so long, okay, but during that time you never saw him in a wheelchair, so you didn’t know if it was a normal thing or if something bad had happened. You couldn’t see Ivar inside the car and you didn’t want him to see the expression on your face, but you couldn’t hide it. Ubbe, before opening the passenger door, showed you a thumbs up, probably wanting to tell you that everything was okay. You took a deep breath and tried not to look at Ivar as he was helped by Ubbe to sit on the wheelchair. You saw that he was standing and moving his legs towards the wheelchair, so you got that as a good sign. He grunted.

“Goddamnit.”

“Sorry, lil’ bro.”

You looked at Ivar.

And you couldn’t tell his expression. He was unreadable. As he was coming closer his features changed from unreadable to a sweet smile, filling those plump lips of him.

“Hey Y/N, I saw you called but my phone died,” you waved your hand dismissively. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, I was just… super bored and… and then I came here but you weren’t…”

“I was at the doc.”

“Your mom told me,” don’t ask if he’s okay, don’t ask if everything’s alright, just don’t ask. “So, is everything…?” Ivar raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to… I don’t know, hang?” He laughed airly.

“Hang? Yeah, alright, bored girl. Let me just change, okay? Meet me at the backyard.”

You bit your lips and nodded.

“Hey,” Ubbe whispered at you. “If he says anything that’s… that doesn’t sound good, just don’t listen to him, okay? Experience, trust me.”

Before Ivar could come down to the backyard, you heard a noise of something breaking. You couldn’t tell if it was Aslaug or Ubbe at the kitchen or if the owner of the breaking was Ivar.

You were finishing to read that Shakespeare paper when he arrived.

“Whatcha reading there?”

You were sat by the big tree, the one that Ivar told you the Yggdrasil story, and he put himself right beside you, near the big roots.

“It’s just a paper on Shakespeare that I found - nothing big, pretty simple.”

“So you like Shakespeare?” You nodded. “How come I never knew that?” He said with half a smile, tilting his head. You shrugged.

“I don’t think that the subject ever came up.”

“But a lot of subjects came up.”

“Just not Shakespeare.”

“Just not him, yes,” Ivar took a deep breath and looked up at the sky. “I wish it was autumn,” he said closing his eyes as he felt the sunburn in his skin.

“Why’s that?”

“The leaves are prettier in autumn. Not that I like autumn or winter - I don’t. It’s too cold and this is bad for my bones, my legs hurt a lot. But I wish it was autumn.”

“You look like a cold person,” you said innocently.

“A cold person?” You could see a cocky smile growing on his lips. “But not a hot person?”

“What?” You said laughing at his silly face.

“Tell me, Y/N, that you don’t find me a hot person.”

“It’s not what I meant,” you said between laughs.

“Oh, it not what you meant?” He raised his eyebrows. “So explain to me why I’m not a hot person, but a cold person.”

“Oh god,” you covered your face. “It’s not what I meant, Ivar, it’s not… You just look like someone who enjoys the cold weather more than the hot one.”

“Why would someone who’s hot enjoy a cold weather? It wouldn’t work,” he said with a thinking tone and an expression of someone who’s trying to discover a new formula.

“Oh, shut up,” you said laughing and he laughed back. You were staring at each other as silence took place.

“I have to tell you something,” he said seriously. You nodded. “What happened today… It’s nothing, okay? I know you never saw me in a wheelchair before, but it’s only because I try to make a lot of effort to not use it around you. Me and this asshole,” he tapped his wheelchair “we’re very known friends. Being summer I thought that maybe my legs wouldn’t hurt that much, but today was an exception. I woke up in so much pain, I had to go see the doctor, it wasn’t normal.”

“If it wasn’t normal, how come it’s nothing?” You asked lowly.

“It’s just a normal pain, probably hit me because I’m too tired and working too much, I don’t know. But it’s nothing, Y/N, there’s nothing for you to worry about.”

“Okay,” you got closer to him.

“But it will always be like that.” You frowned at him, not completely understanding what he meant. “I… will always be like that. There’s no getting better, only getting worse or being stuck. I’ll never get better, Y/N. My legs will always be like that - some days working, not at its fully, and sometimes I will need my crutch, or my cane, or even my wheelchair. And those will be the most days. The days when I walk freely? Those are rare.”

“I’m not quite following where you want to get, Ivar,” you were searching his face, trying to find any hint.

“It’s not that I’m a grenade,” he closed his eyes. “But I’ll always be stuck, and I don’t know where we gonna get, you and me. I’ll never be able to spin you around, high up the sky, or to climb trees with you, or to practice any stupid sports together; I’ll never be able to run with you, to bike with you, anything,” he bit his lips. “We wouldn’t be a normal couple.”

“Who said so?” You said gently, getting his hand on your own while you sat on your ankles to level the height. He opened his eyes to find yours. “What makes you think that I want to be spun around up the sky or to climb trees? I’m terrified of height. Who told you that I wanna practice stupid sports with you if, well, you said it already: they’re stupid? I don’t like to run and I don’t even know how to ride a bicycle,” Ivar frowned.

“You don’t know how to ride a bike?” You laughed.

“Okay, that one was a lie. But who said, Ivar Lothbrok, that we’re not going to be a normal couple? What is a normal couple, actually? Do you want to be one? One normal boring couple?” He looked down the grass, shyly.

“No,” he murmured.

“Me neither. And I don’t know as much as you where we heading from here, but one thing I know: there is nothing, Ivar, nothing… that will make me give up. I just like you a lot, Ivar Lothbrok. What can I do?” You shrugged. “And so what that your legs aren’t perfect? You remain to be yourself, and that’s the Ivar I like.”

You could see his chest going up and down, you could hear his breath. His lips were slightly open and all you wanted was to lock yours on his.

“If you think that your legs are a problem, and if you think that I think that, then don’t you think that I wouldn’t have already dumped your ass and run to your eyebrowless brother’s arms?” Ivar laughed, closing his eyes.

“Oh Gods, you didn’t say that.”

“I did.”

“You just ruined the whole thing.”

“The whole thing?”

“Yeah, the whole thing.”

“Oh boy,” you said in a whining mocking tone.

“I really want to kiss you, Y/N,” Ivar said.

“Okay.”

You leaned towards him, slowly. The tip of your noses touched, Ivar brushing his against yours. Your lips touched and he pecked yours gently, holding your cheek. He pulled you to him, making you sit on his lap to level the height.

“Your legs,” you said against his lips.

“You could never hurt them,” he helped you to adjust yourself on top of him.

His hands were firmly gripping your waist as your fingers were tangled on his long and loose hair.

You missed this.

You missed his lips.

You missed his tongue.

You missed his kiss.

You missed his hands.

You missed his touch.

You missed Ivar.

One week and you already missed him.

You two broke apart to catch some air.

“Are you sure your legs are okay?” You asked him. He nodded. “I just missed this, you know?”

“You did?” You nodded. “Well, next week we’ll have the whole summer to work on that. I even dare to say that you’ll be bored,” you laughed.

“You could never bore me.”

“Never?”

“Never.”

“Never say never, Y/L/N. But really, it’s not you, I promise to all the Gods, my legs were already hurting, so…”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” you got out of his lap quickly. “I’m so sorry, Ivar.”

“That’s okay, it wasn’t your fault. What do you tell me about some boring movies?”

“Boring movies? My favorite,” you said smiling.

You and Ivar headed inside the house to the TV room, where not only you two watched boring movies, but Ubbe tagged along as well.

You couldn’t say that you three “watched movies”, so much Ubbe was talking about Amy. You smiled at his sweetness and raised an eyebrow to Ivar. You talked with him about it. Someone has to tell him. Ubbe was falling pretty hard for Amy while she… well, while she wasn’t, simple as this.

Every time Ubbe left to grab some snacks, you and Ivar kept a strong eye contact game, until Ubbe came back and someone had to break it, which was always you.

You slept good that night, dreaming about Ivar and his lips.

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fahrenheit-not · 6 years ago

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Star Boy

A/N: Hello darlings! This is going to be my first ever writing on tumblr ever so please go easy on me haha. I hope you enjoy it and please leave me some comments and requests for further writings in my inbox 💕

(Also this hasn’t been checked for any mistakes yet so sorry if there are any!)

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Pairing: Brian May x Fem!Reader

Prompt: sometimes you get self conscious, doubtful, and insecure but you do your best to keep your emotions at bay, until one day you find yourself staring in the mirror and can’t help but break down. That’s when Brian comes in and saves your day

Word count: 1,555

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Somedays it just got to you, the self-doubt and dislike for the way that you looked. Most times it just hit you like an oncoming train. Something as small as glancing in the mirror or deciding what to wear in the morning could set off a whole range of emotions which could spiral into another horrible breakdown.

Over the past few months those thoughts hadn’t gotten to you much. You felt more confident and proud of who you were now that you had been with the love of your life. He made you felt special and loved every second you were with him. Even when you weren’t the lasting effects he had on you stayed until the next time you saw him.

Today was the next time you’d see him. Your love Brian was coming over to hang out for your half year anniversary and you were so giddy all week in anticipation. The feeling of monarch butterflies floating around in your stomach whenever you even thought of the curly haired cutie and your date coming up.

You had so much planned for the two of you. A nice romantic dinner, some films you had on tape, and with your surge of confidence lately maybe it would be the time you initiated it, the always breathtaking, steamy, and loving sex you would have with Brian. He would always be the one to sense when you were in the mood and make a move to please you. But tonight you wanted to please him and initiate it yourself. You even bought a nice pair of lingerie for underneath the dress you’d had planned out for the night. Of course the nerves were starting to get to you but just thinking about how happy Brian would be made you push away those thoughts.

It was finally time to start getting ready as soon as you got home from work. This morning you already woke up to a sweet delivery of roses on your porch and a heart melting note from the ever so romantic Brian. It read “Love, I can’t believe it’s already been half a year. I can’t wait for the celebration. I’ll see you soon. All my love, your star boy.”

Star boy had been the nick name you gave him when you met in college. You had been a shy girl studying (choice major) when you met Brian by chance at a college party, he was studying astrophysics. Since you first met him you could feel yourself go soft for him, practically gushing silently as you two became best friends. As your relationship developed so did your nick name for him.

You remembered it so clearly, going to a festival dedicated to space exploration and astrophysics. There had been a booth with jewelry of stars and little trinkets related to space. You saw a necklace and immediately it reminded you of him. You’d slip away from the sweetheart for a few moments to buy the necklace before returning with a love filled smile on your face. Looking up at Brian you handed him the box with the necklace

“Open it” was all you could say, watching his expression change into one of confusion, eyebrow raised. Then he opened it up and saw the silver chain with a small star hanging from it. You could see the twinkle in his eye and his expression change

“Y/N this is...beautiful.” His gaze moved from the necklace to you when he said the last word. To you it felt as if he was describing you not the necklace but you shook it off with a soft blush feathered across your cheeks.

“Anything for you star boy”

The memory was something you looked back on fondly nearly everyday you called him that. Even now you thought back fondly on the memory as you slipped out of you r work clothes and sifted through the clothes in your closet before your eyes landed on the dress bag at the back of your closet. You bit your lip nervously and grabbed it, laying it out on the mattress and unzipping it. The dress was gorgeous and slightly more revealing than your typical choice. The length went to slightly above the knees and the neckline revealed your cleavage nicely as well as your shoulders. The color complimented your skin tone just nicely and it was your favorite color.

Suddenly you felt anxious about tonight. You had hoped this wouldn’t happen but of course it did, you felt your head start to spin with thoughts of doubt and worry. What if this dress wouldn’t please Brian, what if you just weren’t good enough for him in general. You tried your best to push the thoughts aside as you put on your sexy lingerie and slipped into the dress, putting on a pair of shoes that went well with your dress. You needed to stop doubting yourself and just have fun tonight. Your star boy would be here soon enough and you didn’t want to keep him waiting.

You made your way into the bathroom and ran your fingers through your hair, fixing up the locks before you saw yourself in the mirror and all your self-conscious thoughts started to absolutely overwhelm you for the first time in months, your eyes becoming wet with tears and your breathing becoming restricted. What if you really weren’t good enough for him? What if you just couldn’t please him with the way you looked and how you were? Before you knew it you were fully crying and looking away from the mirror, feeling disgusted with yourself from all the thoughts spiraling in your head, you just couldn’t shake them.

The crying sounded all throughout your apartment, you had lost track of time and before you knew it Brian was at your door. He wanted to surprise you so instead of knocking he used his spare key and clutched a jewelry box in his hand along with a second bouquet of flowers, this time your favorites. But once Brian had made it into the apartment his heart sank at the sound of misery coming from the bathroom down the hallway.

Brian immediately ran into the hallway and to the bathroom which was already open. What he saw before him absolutely broke his heart, you sitting down on the ground curled up, looking stunning in your dress and heels, hair all done up and crying your heart out.

He frowned heavily and set down the flowers and jewelry box, walking over and kneeling down right in front of you. He scared you since he had suddenly just shown up in front of you. You gasped and jumped a bit as your eyes opened and looked at him. Brian had taken your hand and gave it a sweet kiss

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong? It pains me to see you like this” He sat down right next to you on that bathroom floor and pulled you close to him.

At that you started to sob even harder, leaning into him and burying your face into his chest and barely getting out what you were trying to say.

“I’m....I’m sorry. I just wanted to look nice for you....and I’m not good enough.” You did your best to lift your head and wipe your eyes, looking up and into Brian’s soft eyes and comforting features.

Brian shook his head and pulled you in close, kissing your cheek sweetly and holding you

“Darling, you could be passed out in a pile of garbage wearing a trash bag and you’d still be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

Brian’s choice of words made you giggle ever so slightly. He always knew exactly what to say to make you feel better even at your worst times. Your eyes lifted again to look at him

“I love you so much....I’m sorry I kind of ruined our plans didn’t I?”

Brian just smiled at you fondly, wiping the tears from your cheeks and kissing you so sweetly it made you melt against him “y/n, you could never ruin our plans. As long as I’m with you, I’m happy.”

You nodded up at him and stood up from your spot on the bathroom floor with some help from Brian. As you were about to leave the bathroom your eyes were caught by the bouquet of flowers and jewelry box. Brian noticed and smiled, quickly moving in front of you and picking them up. He handed the bouquet of flowers over and you immediately cooed, standing on your toes to give him a sweet and thankful kiss but he pulled away sooner than you would’ve liked

“That’s not the best part my love.” He gave you a cheeky grin and held out the jewelry box which you looked at him as you took it from his large hands, finally giving in and opening it up. Your jaw dropped and you could’ve cried a second time that night as you stared into the box. Brian couldn’t stop grinning at you as he watched, reaching to around his neck and pulling the star necklace out of the collar of his shirt so now it was visible. The necklace he gave you was identical to the one you gave him back in college.

“Now we can match, my star girl.”

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A/N: Alright! That was my first writing I hope you enjoyed! Let me know if you did 💕

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kakiwrites · 4 years ago

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hi hi!! a request uh prince suna falling in love with the maid? :) i hope that's correct ah!!

falling asleep to the maid's voice

Genre: fluff

A Rintaro suna x reader

Synopsis: A time where elves, fairies, dragons, and other wonderful creatures live in harmony, how would you choose to live? On a pirate ship? Making potions? Who do you stumble upon along the journey? A soldier, a poet, a king? Well, that’s for you to decide.

(masterlist is under navigation!)

a/n: hey guys! Today we are going to be doing prince suna! I am kinda nervous since I don't really know suna's personality and such but hopefully, this still kind of fits his personality, even a little bit! Requests are open so please don't be shy to leave anything In my inbox. Let's get started!

No one really knows suna's true personality.

��He usually kept to himself and avoided high-class events like the ones you had to prepare for. The king never bothers to look for him anymore, after all, it's his life after all. No one in the staff cared much either, they were all occupied with their work. So you busied yourself with work too. That is until you met the prince.

You were dusting off the shelves in the library when the prince walked into the aisle with a loaf of bread in his hand. He stared you down for a moment before turning and walking away without another word. You didn't know why but you felt your body move forward on its own and ran after him.

You lost him multiple times but finally caught up to him just as he was about to lock himself back into his quarters. "wait prince-" you were about to call out. You slapped your hand over your mouth. What the hell were you thinking? He was a prince, no one has ever seen him hold up a basic conversation with anyone, let alone have a conversation with a maid. But it seems like your body willed you to try.

Prince suna turned back to you, opening his door a bit more to see who called out to him, only to spot you in the neat empty hallway. You could see the laziness in his half-lidded eyes. He raised a brow, waiting for you to speak. You took a second before clearing your throat and walking closer to the door.

"h-how are you prince suna? What were you doing in the library?" you started. Was that a good conversation starter? You couldn't tell. You felt small under his gaze, maybe It was because he was a prince or because he was looking at you so… differently than you expected.

The prince looked at you, seemingly amused. No one has tried talking to him before, especially someone from the maids but he might've been taking a liking to you ever since he saw you out in the gardens- wait, no, you bumped into him, he shouldn't be making it obvious that he has some sort of feelings for you. He was a prince and you were a mere maid. "and how is that your business?" he asked snarkily. You could feel a tough and suffocating tension fall in between you.

"well, because… I wanted to know who our prince is truly like… but If you don't want to, I'll just go-" you started disappointingly. Suna stared at you as you turned your back on him. What was this feeling? Why does he want you to stay and talk to him?

"stop. Just- come in and we'll talk about whatever you want."

You looked back, surprised. You didn't think that would work, you know, with him being a prince and all. "are you sure?"

"yes, you seem interesting anyway. What's the harm in getting to know someone and maybe getting some gossip from you." he joked with a smirk, finally opening the door to his room for you.

You hesitantly walked in and stood in the middle of the room as he settled into his bed. He looked at you, waiting for you to get comfortable. "you can sit wherever you know. You don't have to stand in the middle of the room and be flustered. Remember, you were the one who wanted to talk to me and I want some gossip so start spilling it." he said, moving his hands to rest behind his head. You sat down on the floor, leaning on his bed, telling him about the shenanigans that happened during dinner prep. You looked back at him to see him with his eyes closed and a small smile as he listened to your soothing voice, slowly helping him drift off to sleep.

You snuck out once you noticed the prince already fast asleep.

The prince expected you to come into his room night after night and you did so under your free will. At first, you were talking about gossip then suna started throwing in some little anecdotes here and there to make you laugh along with him. The long night would end with him falling asleep to your voice and you slipping away back down into the maid's quarters.

Soon, your conversations became more and more personal. How your first relationship went or how the prince would dodge the princesses his father wants him to court. You would have a good laugh, of course, but conversations like those make you smile and blush.

He was falling asleep then, you were telling him about the time when you cleaned up the stables and spotted the head maid and butler making out in the corner. You giggled at the recount. You looked up to see suna's breath evening. You smiled, getting up from the floor and dusting yourself off. You were about to slip out when you heard the prince mumble something under his breath.

"(y/n)."

"yes, prince suna?"

"I love you."

Your face burned bright red. Did you hear him right? Did he just say that he loved you. You walked back to his bed to see if he was just dreaming when his arms pulled you down next to him, encasing you in his embrace. He smiled and nuzzled into your neck, making you giggle and blush darker if that was even possible. You excused his slurred words and behavior for sleepiness. You were about to get up when suna pulled you closer to his chest.

"don't leave me. You're warm."

Your breath got caught in your throat. "y-you mean it?" you asked, still skeptical. You never realized that a prince like him would fall in love with you. You know he only saw you as a companion, not as someone he would court. A small nod made all your worries disappeared.

"I love you too…suna." you muttered as you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep next to the lazy yet loving prince.

Don't worry, he properly professed his love again when you woke up the next day.

And that's all for today! Hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I did! Requests are open so please don't be shy to leave them in my inbox. I was kind of scared the I wouldn't be able to pull it off so I was very happy when I did! Hope you guys enjoyed it! Love you 💖💕♥️

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knjjkwriting · 6 years ago

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Tattered Sense - Introduction

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader; he shows up soon, don’t worry

AU: soulmate!tattooed!au

Genre: Tiny bit of Angst

Warnings: Mentions of death

Description: The ideas of soulmates were very intriguing to the young mind.

A/N: I hope you guys like this new au I’m writing! My inspiration came from an old Tumblr textpost! So I hope you guys enjoy this little mini chapter to introduce the rest of the series. Enjoy <3 :) if you have any requests, pls send them thru the inbox! Love u guys <3

“Grandma, can you tell me about soulmates again, please?” you feebly ask your grandmother while holding her skinny, wrinkly hand. Her fragile fingers interlocked to your more chubby fingers. Your grandmother was hooked up to multiple IV’s and monitors. Your mother rubs your shoulders as you both share a chair. She whispers in your ear, telling you to be patient.

Your youthfulness was eager for knowledge on such a thing. Your childhood had been filled with nothing but black and white. And you couldn’t wait to experience the full spectrum of the world.

“Well, Y/N,” your grandmother replies in a weak sounding voice, “almost everyone is destined to have a soulmate. Before you meet your soulmate, your skin will begin to get markings on your skin; most likely on your arm, even though cases of these inkings have occurred in different places, but you will begin to get these markings at around the age of eighteen. Except I didn’t get my markings until I was almost twenty, could you believe that?” your grandmother takes a pause to catch her breath before continuing. You take the time to glance at her arm, it’s covered in intricate depictions. Your mother says that your grandfather had passed away a few months ago. “When you meet your soulmate, you will know. It’s almost a euphoric moment of magic happens in front of your eyes. It’s nothing to even compare it to,” your grandmother closes her eyes to rest them.

“Y/N, your grandmother is very fortunate,” your mother explains. “What do you mean?” you ask out of curiosity. “Sometimes when either soulmate passes away, two results can happen. The first one being, if the soulmate has passed away in a bad accident, the leftover soulmate will be able to get a second one, kind of like a backup plan. The cost is, is that the soulmate tattoos fade. The second option that can happen is, with that your grandmother, she was lucky enough to keep her sense of color,” your mother takes a pause to drink some water.

“When your grandfather died, he died right after you were born-”, “which was about thirteen years ago,” your grandmother interrupts. “So after he died, your grandmother, as well as I, were very concerned. Mostly because of her vision, and secondly, losing your sight with color, after having it for so long, was like losing a limb, in a sense,” your mother finishes explaining.

“Y/N, it’s getting late, I better drop you off at home soon with your father. I think I’ll stay here for as long as I can,” your mother says as she gets up from the chair to collect everything of yours.

The car ride back to the house was quiet. While you were in the bathroom brushing your teeth, you could hear your parents discussing something in your room. You cracked the door to listen in more. “I don’t think she’ll make it through the night,” you can hear your mother brokenly say. You close the door and you take in the information you just heard. It takes a moment for you to process. After finishing up brushing your teeth, you head to bed. Your mother was wiping away her tears trying to make it seem as if she hasn’t been crying. Both of your parents tucked you into bed. You waited until now to let yourself cry. You hated when your parents saw you cry.

The sound of the garage door opening woke you up. You rolled over and glanced at the clock, 3:17A.M. Coincidentally, when you woke up, you found yourself needing to use the bathroom. As you were in the bathroom, you heard your mother trudge up the stairs. It was deafening, you could almost hear it in her footsteps the news that was carried. You were washing your hands when you could hear the words from your mother, “I was right. She didn’t make it.”

#jungkook x reader #jungkook #jeongguk #jeon jungkook #kook #bts #jungkook fic #jungkook angst #kpop fanfic #soulmate jungkook au #jungkook au #au #kpop au #bts fic #bts au #reader x jungkook #knjjkwriting

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mariamuses · 7 years ago

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Tumblr Friends

Chapter 3 ~ It’s a HE

I woke up tucked in my bed like a burrito, which could only mean one thing: Elain had come home late from her date with Azriel and had found me asleep sitting in the bed with the computer on, and had shut it off, only to wrap me up with my comforter and leave me that.

I fought for a good minute, trying to get out of what felt like a straitjacket. When I was finally out, I picked up my laptop and turned it on. Or tried.

Oh, come on!

I tried for the hundredth time, but it didn’t turn on, so I figured that Elain had just closed it without shutting it off, so the battery was dead.

Great.

That meant that until I plugged it in and left it for a good half an hour, I wouldn’t be able to use it.

So, I decided to download Tumblr on my phone, so I could see how my drawings were doing. I didn’t expect them to have many notes or likes, because my account was made less than a week ago and I literally had zero followers, but maybe the tags had helped people to find them.

I logged in and accepted to get the notifications. A second later, I regretted it. My phone started beeping and making weird noises, only to shut down instantly.

What. The actual. Fuck? Did tumblr put a virus on my phone or did I just get so many notifications that my phone went berserk?

I stared my phone up again, and… Yup, there were exactly 394 notes on the drawings. Most of them were from people with usernames related to Brandon Sanderson (as I predicted), and they had also reblogged with very nice and encouraging messages. I had, as well, a few messages from people suggesting more characters to sketch and sharing their reactions to the fanart. There even was one girl who told me that my drawing of KaIadin and Syl had made her day. I answered every single one of them, trying to give good advice when they asked for it, and thanking all for sharing it. It was Sunday, so I took my sweet time with it.

However, there was a message I ignored until I was done. I wasn’t being mean, I just was on full fangirl mode because stormblessed-radiant had contacted me. When I saw the name on my inbox I squealed so loud I scared myself.

At long last, I opened it and read:

stormblessed-radiant: Hello! I just saw the three drawings you posted last night. I loved them all, but I’m exceptionally honored for the Aadya one. I don’t know how you managed it, but it’s exactly the way I picture her... I would be very grateful if you tagged me on every piece you uploaded from now on.

I gawked at the message for a long time until the noise of my computer returning to life from the dead startled me into motion. I decided to write him back, and not to worry myself too much.

Also, turn the fangirling down a few notches.

I started typing:

fey-oathbringer: OMG! Hi!!!! Sorry for not answering sooner, I fell asleep. I can’t actually believe you saw the drawings!!! It was actually my pleasure to draw Aadya. I fell in love with her the minute she appeared in your fics (which btw are fantastic and helped me get through a lot this past week) and couldn’t help myself but to draw her. I will absolutely tag you.

I pressed sent. And then I horrified myself.

Great work keeping the fangirling down, Feyre. Great work.

As I was chastising myself, he wrote another message.

stormblessed-radiant: Hello, darling. No worries, I just woke up too. We must be in similar time zones ;) I’m glad it helped you through tough times, bc I wrote it so it would help me through some.

fey-oathbringer: Wait, where do you live?? Shit, no, don’t tell me personal information through here. What time zone are you in? And I’m NOT your darling.

stormblessed-radiant: Hahahahahaha, you are hilarious, darling. I live in Prythian. It’s a pretty big city, so no real danger in someone suddenly finding me and selling my address to tumblr-papparazzis ;)

fey-oathbringer: You are a snarky little thing, aren’t you? Well, for your information I also live in Prythian. Now, I am trusting you not to sell my information yeah?

The conversation went on and on, and our knowledge of each other grew with it. We started asking simple but quirky, questions, such as our favorite color, favorite Brandon Sanderson book, favorite music artist... Only to move on to deeper territory. Everything with Tamlin came up, my parents, his parents...

Yes, he’s a HE. Just like I told you.

Why would that matter, though? It’s not like he’s going to be my boyfriend, is he?

Nope, definitely not a boyfriend.

Altough we DO live in the same city...

STOP! Too fast Feyre, too fast.

We only stopped messaging the right amount of time for me to go from my phone to my computer after breakfast, and to make and eat lunch and dinner.

My sisters weren’t home, again, because they went on a double dinner date (yuck!) with Cassian and Azriel, and at lunch the had a normal date with them. So, I didn’t have to worry about keeping the appearances of being a sane person not hooked up to the computer talking to a stranger about the darkest secrets of her life.

As the night was closing in, I said goodbye to my Tumblr friend (we hadn’t exchanged names just yet, because we wanted to leave that, in case we met in person) and went downstairs with a blanket around my body as if I were a superhero. Then I went to the kitchen, made myself some popcorn and hooked myself to Netflix. I browsed for Stranger Things, their latest show, which was making a breakthrough, and started Chapter One: The Vanishing of Will Byers.

Only when the third chapter was at the beginning did my eyes get heavy and I fell asleep on the couch.

There’s a hazy feeling about that night. I remember voices, deep voices, which weren’t my sisters’, and then I was flying, and then on very soft clouds... And out again.

Okay, we’re getting to the good part guys!!! Thank you for reading ;)

I’m tagging these magnificent people @songbirdsbooks @kaliejane26 @personpersonper @turtlesnook @highladyfxyre . If you want to get tagged, message me!!

Read it on AO3

#my work #personal #feysand #fanfic #modern au #azriel #cassian #nesta #elain #feyre #rhysand #brandon sanderson

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thegrimllama · 7 years ago

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it started with an interview

Someone asked for Bechloe?

The fact that it was Stacie’s idea, should have been Beca’s first warning.

Start a tumblr blog, she said... It’ll be fun!

What she had failed to mention to Beca was the fact that she’d be sucked into the tumblrverse. So here she was, at half past one, scrolling through the musical tag, occasionally liking a post, occasionally interacting with fans via her main blog. It was almost 2am when she saw the video she’d been tagged in, an interview with Beca’s long time celebrity crush, Chloe Beale.

Beca was a very private person, meaning only a handful of her friends knew about Beca’s crush, meaning the comment was made by Chloe, about Beca.

She hit the play button, watching as Chloe and her co-star Aubrey Posen answered questions about what it was like working on set with their best friend. About their shared love of cookie dough, about boys...

There was a beat, and Aubrey smirked at the interviewer, glancing back over at Chloe, who had rolled her eyes. Chloe had never publicly announced her sexuality. She was more of a question dodger, even though she openly spoke about LGBTQ rights, and often made sly remarks that were misconstrued by the media. Beca was out and proud. Had been since she was twenty, since before she got her first gig with Residual Heat. Thankfully, being behind the scenes meant that Beca could be as out as she wanted without the negativity of the media opinion weighing her down. Now that she’d broken into the industry, winning 12 grammy’s and having numerous platinum albums to her name, DJ BMitch’s sexuality was completely irrelevant.

This interviewer on the screen asked again, querying whether Aubrey’s look meant Chloe had a new beau.

The two girls snorted, almost falling on each other as they laughed, “Chloe has a crush…”

“Oh my God, Bree!”

“What? You haven’t shut up about the stupid cup song…”

Beca froze, the cup song. Stacie had leaked footage of Beca perched on the kitchen bench, singing along to the rhythm she was creating with the plastic cup almost two weeks ago. She watched as Chloe hid her smile behind her hand, using the other to push at her best friend.

“Cup song? I’m unfamiliar… Care to sing a few bars?” the interviewer prompted. Beca honestly wondered what kind of media journalist this person was, then quickly realised how cocky that sounded in her head.

Chloe sighed, “I’m blaming you for this, Posen. Excuse my terrible singing…”

Beca noticed Aubrey roll her eyes and wondered how Chloe’s voice… Oh my God.

Chloe Beale could sing… Hell, that wasn’t just singing. Chloe Beale, Hollywood Sweetheart, had golden pipes. Beca was entranced.

Chloe stopped singing ducking her head behind Aubrey’s shoulder, “She’s crushing hard on DJ BMitch.”

The interviewer made an assumption, clearly hoping to imply that Chloe’s crush was clearly platonic admiration. At least, they tried to, until Chloe, pink cheeked and smiling shook her head, “It is very much NOT platonic.”

And the clip ended.

Beca sat back, “Holy shit.”

She made quick work of the reblog button, adding a comment to the bottom of the clip:

GIF; when your actual crush has a crush… @Chlo3Beale nice pipes…

***

Chloe woke up early. It was her first day back in LA since her press tour with Aubrey, and all she wanted to do was spend the day in bed with her laptop, scrolling through her fans blogs and reblogging puppy videos.

She reached over and checked her phone, 2 missed calls from her PR team, 12 texts from Aubrey and an unusual amount of tumblr notifications.

She started with the texts from Aubrey, all of which were GIFs of people or animals or cartoon characters screaming, except the last one, that was just two words. Check tumblr.

Chloe rolled her eyes and opened her laptop while waiting for her PR manager, Jessica to pick up the phone.

“Hey Jess! What….”

Jess quickly cut her off, “Are you on tumblr? Like… Just open it…”

“Fine, but you’re the second person to tell me to today.”

“The interview the E! aired last night, the one where you mention your “Not platonic” crush?”

Chloe snorted, “The one where the interviewer had their hetero goggles fused to their cornea?”

Chloe scrolled down, noticing that Jess was quiet, until she saw one particular notification.

DjBmitch tagged you in a post.

“What. The. Fuck. Jess?”

“Click it. Please don’t scream….”

She clicked the post, knowing it came from the official DjBmitch blog, unfortunately for Jess’s ears, Chloe squealed.

“Jess! What the fuck!? She likes my voice!”

Jess laughed, “I’m guessing you missed the part where she said that you’re her crush….”

“I’m trying to process this one piece at a time… Jess, what do I do?”

“As your public relations manager, I’m advising you to not answer any questions. As your friend? Fucking get on that! Message her.”

***

Normally Beca rose at a reasonable time in the morning, but after her jaunt through tumblr (which lasted until 3am), she was woken by someone diving on her bed.

“What the fuck, Stace?”

“Chloe fuckin Beale wants your ass B. What are you still doing in bed?”

Beca stretched and reached for her phone to check the time, noticing the numerous notifications from her blogging spree. “I did see that, but like, I blogged and tagged her because she’s a tumblr dork too right? Balls in her court now…”

Stacie rolled her eyes, “It’s nearly nine. You think she hasn’t seen it and replied?”

Beca dived for the phone again. “You could’ve led with that, Stace!”

***

Chloe sat in hair and makeup, her eyes closed as she listened to the artists buzzing around her, while Jessica perched on the couch against the back wall scrolling through her phone.

Jess had been Chloe’s PR for the last three years. Her previous management and PR people were very set on Chloe maintaining her sweetheart image, keeping her sexuality tightly under wraps. Chloe grew sick of it very quickly, and after her first three Oscar nominations, and the nearing of her end of contract with that team, she decided it was time to move on.

Taking her career in a new direction, she’d said. When she’d met Jess, they’d clicked immediately.

“Beca replied…”

Chloe shot forward in her chair drawing gasps from the makeup artist as a trail of black eyeliner met her hairline. She noticed Jess holding the phone up as if she’d recorded the whole thing, and she probably had. Chloe flipped her off and settled back into her seat as her makeup was fixed.

“Fuck you, Jess.”

“That’s going up on insta.” Chloe snorted, Jess’s post would be out of control by the end of the show. Tumblr had already created a ship name for Chloe and Beca, which… Chloe may have stalked the tag… Even though they still hadn’t met, there were already bloggers all over the globe commenting on the nonexistent relationship. “Seriously though, she did. Her number is in your inbox so you can call her after the taping.”

***

“So… Chloe…!”

Chloe knew that look, the woman interviewing her was going to ask something embarrassing.

She could feel it.

“Yes, Ellen…”

“I hear you… ah… you have a bit of a crush on one of my friends…”

Chloe dropped her face laughing, “I knew that was gonna come back and bite me today. Uh… Yeah, that’s… a thing.”

Ellen laughed and sat back in her chair, “Oh, that’s good, because… Uh, I have another guest in the studio today.”

Chloe wasn’t sure if it was the audience screaming, or the smug look on Ellen’s face but she had a feeling she knew who the guest was. She spun around in her seat, watching as the woman behind her in the tailored shirt and tight jeans got closer. Chloe sent Ellen a disbelieving look then stood up, greeting the other girl with an awkward handshake.

Beca looked nearly as confused as Chloe, “What the hell?”

“You both know how much I love playing matchmaker,” Ellen said, greeting Beca with a hug.

“I’m going to kill you.”

“I’ll help dispose of the body.”

The two women shared a laugh, watching Ellen’s smug smile grow wider, “Look at you two, barely thirty seconds in and you’re already planning your next date.”

Beca snorted, “Well, if you’d actually asked before trying this on your own, you’d know that I asked her out this morning.”

“Oh, was this…” Ellen gestured at the screen, which began showing Jess’s video of Chloe ruining her makeup this morning.

Beca laughed, “Oh my God.”

***

Jan 16, 2021

LA POWER COUPLE BECHLOE WED IN PRIVATE VINEYARD CEREMONY SURROUNDED BY FAMILY AND CLOSE FRIENDS [see more.]

#bechloe #grims minis #finally got my groove back #not my best but a good starting point

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