#i found out my crush had a tumblr and I wanted to give them mine

[nonbinari-mendoza]

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[oneecheri]

Late night confessions with Mattheo Riddle

Genre: Fluff, mild language. ( with a smoking problem )

Ship: Mattheo x Reader, no usage of name.

Word count: 884 words.

Song: Shameless

Notes: Please do provide me with feedback, how can I improve my writing and/or if you like the story or not. I originally wanted to post my writings on TikTok but at the end decided to open a tumblr page so I’m new. Pls give me some love babes. Also, the pictures are from Pinterest but the writing is mine. Enjoy!

“I am sorry Y/N.” Mattheo breathed out a puff of smoke as his gaze was fixed on the stars. You were a little far from him, both leaning against the cold walls of the astronomy tower.

“I had no right to ruin your studies with that guy.” He then turned to you and met your cold gaze meant for him.

“Please don’t look at me like that… say something… your silence is killing me.” His searching gaze wandered between your eyes, nose and lips. He lowered his head, taking another deep puff from his smoke.

“Yes, you had no right to do that Riddle…you humiliated me….” you let out and got closer to him, your voice cold as ice sending him uncomfortable shivers.

“Under which title…for which reason?”

He let out a chuckle turning his body towards yours. “As a friend?”

You shook your head and put your manicured fingers on your hips, urging him to continue.

“Acquaintances?”

Your heart beat rapidly increased due to his warm brown orbs never leaving yours.

So you were glad that it was the night time.

He couldn’t see the blush creeping up your cheeks.

“Fuck… House mates?” He tried harshly itching his neck.

“But I, hell sure, am not regretting that.” He spat out while searching for some sort of feeling in your eyes. His gaze accidentally dropping to your pursed shiny lips.

“You got detention because of that…plus he had a girlfriend, so your jealousy was good for nothing, dear.” You smirked trying to get on his nerves.

He tsked and threw his finished cigarette down, crushing it with the tip of his shoe.

“I am - I was not…” He looked at you and felt his chest tighten from all the love within.

“Okay you win baby, I was jealous as hell.” He admitted tipping closer to where you were leaning towards the wall.

“I had no title and no right to punch that guy too, I know.” He continued getting closer to you his right hand fisted and a few veins popping on his neck.

“But he was too close, too close.” He stood tall over you, making you look up through your lashes.

“I am sorry that I made you mad, dear.” He gently touched your chin, slowly moving your head higher, and your bodies closer.

“Mattheo…” you whispered, closing your eyes.

Hearing your alluring whisper, he seemed to get out of the trance he had in your captivating eyes.

He whispered some curses, hardly pulling himself away from you. His fisted hand seemed to open by itself, trying to get himself a new cigarette from his jacket in a rush.

You gently stepped closer to where he had moved, and held his hand.

“Mattheo…” he looked at your hand holding his and gulped lowering his head.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t… it’s going to be too many for a day. You’ve had a lot…cigarettes… today.”

The thought of you paying attention to him, let alone counting the amount of cigarettes he had, made his heart flutter, suddenly butterflies erupting.

“Why?” He whispered.

“It’s gonna be too much.” He held your hand suddenly his eyes going wide. Your hands were freezing. He gently took both your hands into his large palms, puffing out hot air, trying to warm them up. You couldn’t stop the smile that found its way on your face and mouthed him a ‘thank you.’ Your eyes not leaving each other for a few seconds.

“I…” he started, suddenly feeling short on air.

“I’m not the best dude out there.” He tilted his head up, staring at the stars, not meeting your gaze. “I like fighting, cigarettes. I like cuts and bruises that show my victory on others. I like fast cars and parties…” he breathed out, his eyes closing in a flood of mixed feelings.

“Yet you…” he opened his eyes, directing them at you. “You’re the most gentle, calm and loving person I have ever seen in my entire life.” You smiled which made him smile in return. You noticed his hands stop shaking and mentally noted to hold his hands whenever he seemed to go overdose with his smoking.

“You hate fighting and you’re afraid of blood. You always put plasters on my victory medals…”

“I guess you mean cuts and bruises all over your face!” You scoffed making him let out a dry chuckle. “I guess.”

“Look I am sorry for everything.”

“What?”

“I won’t ever do something like this and humiliate you…”

“Mattheo…”

“I will keep myself away from you…” he gulped and stepped away from you. His eyes getting blurry and body almost loosing balance.

“You are so stupid!” You yell, tears suddenly settling on your eyes.

“What…” he whispered, stopping and turning back to face you again.

“Yeah…” He let his eyes close as you stepped closer to him, your hands landing on his chest and hit him.

“You’re so dumb!” You yelled again, a single tear escaping your eyes.

“You can’t feel my love.”

“No.” He whispered and held your wrists, pressing soft kisses on each.

“Really…” He cupped your face and brought his forehead against yours.

“I love you, Y/N”

“I love you too Mattheo.” And with that, he wiped your tears making you feel back alive that midnight.

[gunilslaugh]

The One I Like Pt.2

Han Hyeongjun Summary: The aftermath of Seungmin outing your crush on Hyeongjun. WC: ~1.1k Warning:none

DISCLAIMER: This is not my work. It was written by one of my friends. They used to run a blog here on tumblr called odesonnets. This is a collab we did together. They have since deleted their blog so I got their permission to upload their part of the collab on my account.

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photo not mine credits to owner.

The 4 boys sat in silence for a couple seconds before Hyeongjun cleared his throat and spoke up, “Are you…being serious?” 

Seungmin sighed and ran a hand over his face. “Yes, I’m serious. But I wasn’t supposed to tell you. You have to act like you don’t know or they will kill me. They really don’t want you to think we’re dating. Just in case, I guess. But if you don’t like them, don’t bring it up. I’ll kill you if you hurt them.”

“Hyeongjun,” Gunil called out, a teasing tone in his voice. “Your cheeks are red. Is there something you need to tell us?” The other two members were too caught up in the fact that Seungmin had impulsively revealed your secret to notice the blush rising up to Hyeongjun’s ears. 

“You like them!” Jungsu accused, pointing a finger in the poor boy’s face. “Why didn’t you tell us?” 

It was Hyeongjun’s turn to sigh. “I didn’t want to say anything just in case the two of you really were dating. I never thought you were lying when you told us you were dating, but I was just being cautious.” 

Seungmin nodded in understanding before ruffling the younger boy’s hair. “Well, now’s your chance. You know things will end up going the way you want them to.”

Seungmin was back in your bedroom, sitting at your desk. “I talked to Hyeongjun yesterday.” 

You sat up slightly from your position on the bed, eyes widened, and butterflies filling your stomach. “About what?” You questioned, before furrowing your eyebrows and scowling at your best friend. “You didn’t tell him that I like him, did you?”

Seungmin brought a hand over his heart, like he was offended. “I would never,” He lied. “I just told him that we really aren’t dating, and he said he believed me.” He felt a little bit bad for lying to you, but he knew that you would be happy in the end. He hoped if you ever found out that he had told Hyeongjun about your feelings that you wouldn’t be too upset. 

You smiled and laid your head back down. “That’s a relief.” 

There was a moment of silence until Seungmin spoke up. “Well?” He questioned in slight annoyance, “Are you going to do anything about it?” 

You hummed, thinking about his question. “I’ll think about it. Just because he believes you doesn’t mean he likes me.”

The boy rolled his eyes at you, but you didn't notice due to your position on your bed. “You know, nothing will ever come of this if you don't say anything to him. What's there to lose?”

“For starters, he could reject me and things would become super awkward. I would hate to have to stop hanging out with everyone.” You frowned at the thought. “Secondly–”

“It was a hypothetical question.” He cut you off before you could continue to fill yourself with self doubt. He knew he had to get Hyeongjun to do something since he knew for a fact that you liked him. But knowing how shy Hyeongjun could be, he also knew this wouldn't be easy.

After a few days of deliberation with the members–minus Hyeongjun–they had come up with a plan. Seungmin had invited you to get coffee with him and the guys, and had also told Hyeongjun. He agreed to be there, and so did you, as you both assumed everyone would be present. However, none of the other members intended to be there. It was a setup; a way to get you and Hyeongjun alone. 

When the day finally came, you made sure to dress nicely, as you knew Hyeongjun would be there. You walked into the cafe the group had planned to meet at and surveyed the area, trying to see if the guys had already arrived. Upon your search, you found Hyeongjun sitting at a booth by himself. You walked up to him after giving him a shy wave. 

“Hey,” You smiled softly at him. “Can I sit here?” You gestured to the seat across from him.

“Y-yeah! Of course!” Hyeongjun felt his cheeks starting to heat up slightly and he prayed you didn't notice. “The other members said they would meet us here soon. I guess I finished my practice before they did.”

“Oh! Okay!” You sat down and the two of you sat in awkward silence for a few minutes until you decided to break it. You were starting to get the feeling that the other members weren't going to show up. “What were you practicing today?”

He looked up from his lap, where he was fidgeting with his fingers nervously. “Currently I've been practicing a song that I wrote. I'm still working on it, but I'm hoping I get the chance to show it to the members soon.” 

“I really admire your musical ability. I would love to hear it sometime too! If that's okay with you, of course.” 

“I would love to play it for you sometime.” A shy smile crept across his lips and he opened his mouth to speak again when both of your phones chimed with a notification. You both pulled out your devices and what you saw made your cheeks turn red. A text from Seungmin:

have fun ;) 

You looked up at Hyeongjun and he was already looking at you. “I believe we were set up.” He chuckled lightly, and you laughed awkwardly along with him. 

“I guess so,” You felt embarrassed, and were almost positive that Seungmin had told Hyeongjun about your feelings. “I'm sorry. I didn't know he was going to do this.”

“Why are you apologizing? You didn't do anything wrong. Actually, I'm really glad he came up with this. I never would have been brave enough to ask you out on my own.” Hyeongjun replied sheepishly, looking down and rubbing the back of his neck.

Your eyes widened at his words. “You wanted to ask me out?”

“Yeah, I've actually liked you for a while. I was too afraid to make things weird between us.” 

“You wouldn't have made things weird! I…I like you too, Hyeongjun.” You smiled at him with pink cheeks and he smiled back. “Do you want to…go out with me?” You asked tentatively.

“I would love to.” He grinned. “Let's get lunch, on me. There's a really good restaurant down the street. A lot better than just having a coffee.” He stood up from the table and held out his hand for you to take. 

You hesitantly placed your hand in his and stood up with him. “That sounds good to me.” You were still certain Seungmin had told Hyeongjun your secret, but you were too happy, and the butterflies in your stomach were too intense for you to care. You could deal with your best friend later; your new beginning with Hyeongjun seemed far more important. 

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[belit0]

Hello!♡

So this is my first request ever on tumblr, so I hope this makes sense and is coherent! But I really love your writing so much and am happy to have discovered you today!<33

But to my request, could I maybe ask for a Yandere Itachi and Shisui with a fem!Reader? Like, both of them having an extremely obsessive crush on her at the same time, type of deal. Whether they get along during this or not is up to you, including if you want it to be nsfw or not. I just really want to see more Yandere content of the two together and your writing style is just perfect for it.

I hope this is alright and makes sense to you!<3

-bunni Anon

Hi!!!!! I'm so honored to be your first request!! Welcome to this beautiful hell hole, where it's impossible to escape 🤠

I hope you get a positive experience out of this one, and feel motivated to leave more requests in the future!💕🤗💫

Sooo, with no further a do, here's your piece!

TW: kidnapping, Yandere!Shisui Yandere!Itachi, alcohol Pairing: Uchiha Shisui / Reader - Uchiha Itachi / Reader

"There's no way she'll choose you, you know."

"Why would you say that?"

"Just look at you, Itachi. You're not competing against an ordinary ninja, you're up against the Uchiha prodigy personified. Do you really think she would choose you over me? Come on!"

"There comes great pride in your words, but little clarity in your movements. I have not seen you make a single gesture to get her to notice you, other than grinning like an idiot when she walks past you. Sit back and relax, she'll be mine soon enough."

"We'll see."

Thus began the personal challenge between the two men, deciding to fight over who would conquer (Y/N) first.

Knowing both men's personalities and determination, it would not be a fair battle, both greedy to be the winner and finally claim the woman they desired so much.

Their challenge began quietly, with small gestures that seemed casual and spontaneous. Itachi chose to study (Y/N)'s schedule thoroughly, knowing exactly where and when she would be, what streets she would take to get to and from her usual destinations, what hours she would use as free time to relax and meet up with friends.

He would show up feigning surprise, crossing paths with her by chance as if their paths met by fate, and not by his obsession. Still, he never had the courage to invite her to do anything on the spot or later. He would always see her, greet her, and continue on his way, blithely believing he would remain in her mind all day.

Meanwhile, Shisui would take a more aggressive approach. He became involved in all of her personal activities, both work and hobbies, infiltrating all of her environments without leaving her space. Whatever activity she had, he would be there, trying to do it alongside or be part of her team. At the end of each day, he would ask her out for a drink, or a snack, or go home for a chat, only to be turned down time and time again.

"How's progress, Tachi?"

"Slow. Yours?"

"Getting somewhere, we could say..."

"We know that's a lie. You still have time to give up, you know?"

"Over my dead body, dude. We both know I'll be the winner."

"As you say. Just sip."

The two would get together to drink and chat about their challenge, for regardless of the ferocity with which they lusted after (Y/N), an unbreakable bond continued to exist between them.

What Shisui never noticed, in his relaxation towards his best friend, was that the other wasn't ingesting his drink at all. Every time they emptied a new glass, Itachi would throw its contents over his shoulder, pretending to drink at the same pace as him.

Quickly, Shisui found himself inebriated, while Itachi continued to be in a perfect state.

That same night, after countless bottles and gulps of sake, Shisui made up his mind. He would go to (Y/N)'s door, confess his love, win the damn challenge, and keep the wonderful prize. Never mind his blurred vision and confused thoughts, he knew she was as much in love with him as he was with her, it was mutual. (Y/N) was just having trouble acknowledging her feelings.

He didn't even bother knocking on the door, entering the living room with unsteady steps and staggering in all directions. His breath reeked of alcohol, but he could only think of her.

"(Y/N)! I'm home love! Come and greet me properly!" He exclaimed almost losing his balance, using the table for support and kicking furniture in his advance.

"Shisui...? But what are you doing here? Are you drunk? Do you need help? Let me call..."

"Nonono! All I need is you... your gaze, your kisses, your words saying you love me... yes, the only thing I need right now..." He came dangerously close to her, trapping her between the wall and his arms, with no room for escape.

"I think you are unaccountably confused Shisui, I would never..."

"Shhh, there is nothing to explain. I know your feelings, I know you want this as much as I do..."

He attempted to kiss her, finding his lips against the cold wall when (Y/N) took advantage of his lack of coordination to slip out from under his arms. She ran quickly to the door, knowing she had to be clever. Shisui's reputation was world-renowned for his speed, accuracy, and persistence. If she failed to act quickly, she would be caught again.

She had the advantage of him being highly intoxicated, having more alcohol than blood in his body at this point. That would be her strategy, hoping his momentary lack of senses would give her enough room to get to safety.

In her frenzy, she was unable to slow down before colliding with an object and falling to the ground. As concentration returned, she noticed the object had arms and legs, a long ponytail, and onyx eyes staring at her sharply.

"I-Itachi! Thank heavens you're here! I need your help at this very moment! It's Shisui, he..."

"Hold on a moment (Y/N), relax, breathe, walk me through what happened."

With his strategy executed to perfection, Itachi took it upon himself to fill his partner with alchol, intoxicating him to the point of not recognizing his impulses and completely messing up his situation with (Y/N). He waited patiently, hiding in the shadows of the alleys where he knew she would run in an attempt to escape from him.

Shisui might be one of the most respected and feared shinobi, setting a new precedent among young ninjas, but he never knew how to tolerate alcohol. Something Itachi managed to take advantage of to perfection.

His plan was working out wonderfully, and now all that was left was to execute the last part, (Y/N) she anxiously explained the situation, between tears and sobs, believing Shisui to be her friend and feeling betrayed. He held her during the entirety of her monologue, listening attentively and pretending indignation at his best friend's terrible attitude.

"Come on (Y/N), I'll take you to my house. You'll be safe there, no one will be able to do anything to you."

"I appreciate it very much Itachi, I really do, but I think the right thing to do would be to go to the police, explain what happened.... A ninja of that caliber can't be running around loose and intoxicated, who knows what he could do to whoever crosses his path!"

"I insist, (Y/N). we'll go to my place, you'll relax, and then we'll figure out what to do."

Itachi's grip became tighter on her, feeling frustrated at having to deal with an unplanned inconvenience. She just had to agree, say yes, go home and close the pact. Why couldn't she act as she should?!

"Itachi, I need you to let me go..."

"I'm not asking you, I'm stating it. Come on."

"Itachi! Let go of me now!"

They both started to struggle, the ninja trying not to hurt her at any point. (Y/N) managed to get free, and that was the moment when everything got out of control. While running in the opposite direction, Itachi appeared in front of her, shining his terrifying red eyes and making her fall into a terrible illusion.

Prey to his Genjutsu, she could not move anymore. The shinobi advanced, lifting her over his shoulder and hiding again in the shadows of the night, trying not to be seen or detected by anyone.

He did not take her to his home, being a location too obvious and dangerous, with his family around and aware of him. He opted for a remote place in the forest, a small and abandoned cabin, where he kept her since their arrival.

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"Itachi, I can't understand the rush of showing me a stupid spot in the forest when we have more important things to do. (Y/N) has been missing for two weeks, and you're still messing around here like nothing happened!"

"Take a look, and stop talking nonsense."

Both ninjas entered the abandoned place, where in the center, lying on a destroyed mattress, was (Y/N), still under Itachi's powerful genjutsu.

"Fuck, Itachi! It was you… I should have seen it coming, with you always scheming big things and whatever… I see... so you want me to admit you won the bet and have her all to yourself? Are you even feeding her? Taking care of her mind? Looking after her or anything?"

"Every day. On the contrary, it seemed selfish not to share such a beautiful trophy with my best friend."

"Always knew I could trust you forever Tachi. All right then, let's have fun."

[ghuleh-recs]

hi! i'm a new Ghost fan and i would love to get some fic recs since i don't know where to start. 😊 i'm pretty much open to anything but something with lots of feelings (hurt/comfort), Papa IV x someone, and around 15,000 words would be great. thank you in advance 🧡

hellooo! welcome to our little satanic corner of tumblr!! i'm so sorry this took me so long—i had a tough time finding fics that matched your criteria. i hope it's okay that i focused on "feelings" more so than hurt/comfort specifically. definitely give these writers a follow if you haven't already. (i also wasn't sure what you meant by "x someone" so i threw in a mix of x reader, x ghoul, and x oc.) feel free to dm me or send another ask if i didn't get it right this time! i can also point you towards a bunch of fantastic writers ♡

recs under the cut!

x ghouls

paper armor - @ratballet - copia x dewdrop

“Horns,” Aether says quickly, like the words in his mouth are searing him. “It’s his horns.” He spares a glance at Dewdrop’s door, like he’s afraid he might be pressed up against it, listening. “He’s shedding them." Dewdrop is shedding his horns. Copia tries to help.

Steadfast Love, Not Sacrifice - @st-danger - copia x aether x dewdrop

It’s a bit like a shark smelling blood, he thinks as they follow close behind. It's natural they were going to want to taste it, too. “Well,” Copia says, “some of us need our beauty sleep.” He hesitates, and then proceeds to look nervously between the two of them and continue, “I meant me, of course. You two are already very, erm. I should go to bed.” It’s such a flimsy excuse. The elevator reaches the third floor before any of them speak again. Aether clears his throat. “You don’t want to though.” Copia looks very called out, but can’t do much more than stare, before realizing the two ghouls beside him are waiting for an actual answer of some kind. The elevator beeps as it passes the fourth floor. “No,” Copia says slowly, and Aether’s stomach does a little swoop. “I don’t.” Or, Sometimes the reward is worth the risk. *No Man Taketh From is another favorite of mine with Papa IV and Aether.

x reader

A Message From the Bulletin Board - @writingjourney - copia x reader

The ministry’s bulletin board, ordinarily used for missing items or party announcements, contains a particularly interesting request this week – a lonely hearts ad. Or: You and Copia are secretly crushing on each other. You both have to reach maximum desperation before you make a move. * if you're in it for the long haul PLEASE read I Knew Nothing But Shadows THE hurt/comfort fic of all time. you won't regret it.

Confessional - @da-rulah - copia x reader

As a sister of sin, it was your duty to confess at least once a month, to have your sins praised by a higher up member of the clergy. But you only ever chose Thursday nights, when you knew he was on duty. And tonight, you were working up the courage to confess your darkest sin - the dreams you had been having… *check out Rituale Septem while you're at it. lotsss of feelings but with Papa III, instead.

x OC

sweeter red - @anamelessfool - copia x oc

Your kiss so sweet, your sweat so sour…sometimes I’m thinking that I love you... but I know it’s only lust. Copia is a scrungly little nerd and this totally happened to him. There's something about Cardinal Marian. Maybe it's the way she infuriates him with her laissez-faire attitude, or ingnites his soul with envy of her free spirit. Rage and love, at a certain point they merge together into an overwhelming burning in the heart and mind: passion.

you found the ache in my argument (series) - @the-lisechen - copia x oc

In which two reasonable people from different religious disciplines have a conversation. (A study in faith, hope, and love.)

𖤐 you know the drill--bookmark, read, leave kudos and/or comments!

[whatsnewalycat]

whatsnewalycat masterlist

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I'm not sure what to write here but hey hi hello thanks for looking at my masterlist! I have only dipped my toes into the cool waters of Pedro Pascal characters. Feel free to reach out to me about whatever your little heart desires.

PS—If you follow me and your account looks like you’re a bot I’m probably going to block you, just a heads up 🤟🏻

Things I write are explicit, do not read if you're under the age of 18.

series

Designated Person (Ongoing)

Pairing: Francisco (Frankie / "Catfish") Morales x F!Reader

Series Summary: When posting bail for Frankie Morales, your former employer and former lover, you unwittingly designate yourself as his third party custodian during his pre-trial release. Your often tumultuous relationship with him is given a new set of rules and put to the test. Can the two of you co-exist peacefully, or will you crash and burn?

[ Masterlist ] [ AO3 ]

Passenger (Ongoing)

Pairing: Trucker!Din Djarin AU x OFC Charlie Wanderlust

Summary: In her time tramping across the United States, Charlie Wanderlust has found life on the road to be challenging, but rewarding. When she makes enemies with a powerful figure, a bounty is put out for her capture. Din Djarin, a long-haul trucker and occasional bounty hunter, takes the job as a means to gain financial stability. Their paths cross, and as a result, the winding route of their lives are forever altered.

[ Masterlist ] [ AO3 ]

Psychomanteum (Completed)

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC Louella

Series Summary: You’ve recently taken on the customer-facing responsibilities of the small-scale cannabis bakery you and your late husband ran out of your apartment, which introduces you to occasional customer, Dieter Bravo. A friendship is sparked when you realize you have something in common: you’ve both died. What Dieter doesn’t tell you about his near-death experience, though, is that it foretold his life with you.

[ Masterlist ] [ AO3 ]

Just Dumb Enough to Try (Completed)

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Series Summary: In 1993, you met Javier Peña in San Antonio. You made an emotional and physical connection with him. Now it’s 1998 and you’re starting a new chapter of life in Laredo with your fiancé. And who else walks back into the picture, but the man who left you high and dry five years ago.

[ Masterlist ] [ AO3 ]

standalones

Dave York

Mindfuck

Pairing: Dave York x F!Reader

Summary: He said he could rattle the bees from your buzzing honeycomb brain. All you had to do was trust him with this power. So you did. And you do. Your valiant beekeeper meets you at this hotel every other Tuesday night, except on holidays.

[ Tumblr ] [ AO3 ]

Dieter Bravo

Once In A Full Moon

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x HotelStaff!F!Reader

Summary: You're the only person working when a Christmas blizzard rolls into town and snows you in with a notoriously difficult guest, Dieter Bravo.

[ Tumblr ] [ AO3 ]

Javier Peña

Bunny

Pairing: Javier Peña x PhoneSexOperator!Reader

Summary: Your first of many calls with Javier.

[ Tumblr ] [ AO3 ]

Burn It Down

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Summary: Before that moment, he was so careful not to tip his hand. Always trying to make you think he’s content to take the scraps of love you give him and feast upon them. Because wanting more with you means more than just having you. It means mess. It means burning your lives down to the ground. It’s the unspoken truth of your relationship.

[ Tumblr ] [ AO3 ]

I Know

(Sequel to Bunny)

Pairing: Professor!Javier Peña x Professor!Reader

Summary: It didn’t take you long to figure out that your new co-worker, Javier Peña, is a former client from your days working a phone sex line. But does he know who you are?

[ Tumblr ] [ AO3 ]

Secret Admirer

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!Reader

Summary: It's Valentine's Day. Which means it's time to take a chance on your workplace crush, Agent Javier Peña.

[ Tumblr ] [ AO3 ]

Joel Miller

Mine

Pairing: BratTamer!Joel Miller x Brat!F!Reader

Summary: You act out for attention and Joel punishes you.

[ Tumblr ] [ AO3 ]

Ruthless

Pairing: Stepdad Joel Miller x f!Reader

[ Tumblr ] [ AO3 ]

Surrender

(Sequel to Ruthless)

Pairing: Stepdad Joel Miller x f!Reader

[ Tumblr ] [ AO3 ]

What Do You Need?

Pairing: BratTamer!Joel Miller x Brat!F!Reader

Summary: When you're overwhelmed, Joel gives you what you need.

[ Tumblr ] [ AO3 ]

[renaisguy]

Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is.

Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing!

Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.

Name: Ashera

Pronouns: they/them

Birthday (no year): 6th June

Where are you from? What is your time zone? England, GMT

How long is your roleplay experience? I think it must be like 10 years technically

How were you introduced to roleplaying as a whole? Naruto OC roleplay on Google+

How were you introduced to TOA? I played FE4 and the brainworms took over, so I started following the genealogy tag on tumblr. I kept seeing posts about X character being accepted to the officer's academy, so eventually I looked into what that was all about.

Do you have any pets? No.

What is your favourite time of year and why? (Season, holiday, general period) My wardrobe is minmaxed for warm weather, I hate layers and I like having my window open, and having hours and hours of daylight. So summer.

What is your IRL occupation? IT.

Some interests and things you like/enjoy? Pixel art and cross-stitch, card games, social deduction games, doctor who, long walks.

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? Zero escape, Aitsf, puyo puyo tetris, balatro, slay the spire, ace attorney, umineko, other vns.

Favourite Pokemon type & Pokemon: Delphox. I like dragon, fire and dark types.

Tell us some fun facts and trivia about yourself! (Optional bonus challenge: if you filled this out last year, try not to repeat what you said back then!)

I like dressing fancy. I regularly go to hang out with my friends wearing floor-length gowns, my grandad's boat cloak, and heels. I have a drag queen friend who sometimes gives me clothes he doesn't want any more, and it's great.

(Apart from the wrinkle where RD is technically my brother's and not mine) I own every FE game that got an English release.

I will always spell things the British way.

How did you get into Fire Emblem? At the time feh was released I was just playing every nintendo mobile game that came out. I thought the characters were cute and I found a second-hand copy of birthright sometime later. I then had to wait until Christmas to play it cause my brother's 3DS was broken.

What Fire Emblem games have you played? Beaten: Genealogy, Blazing Blade, Sacred Stones, Radiant Dawn, Shadow Dragon, Awakening, Birthright, Conquest, Echoes, 3 Houses, 3 Hopes, Engage Played a decent amount of: FE1, Binding Blade, Path of Radiance, Warriors

First & Favourite Fire Emblem games: First: Heroes/Birthright. Favourite(s): Genealogy, Sacred Stones, Radiant Dawn

List your 5 favourite Fire Emblem characters across the series! Laylea, Dew, Forde, Larcei and Jeritza. Maybe. I have too many faves.

Who was the first character ever to make you go “ooh I like this one in particular” and why? Can be any context and reason! I liked M!Robin's art in heroes and he was the first 5* I summoned. Also I fell in love with Kaden the instant I met him cause he's cute (unfortunately my Corrin was already married)

Any Fire Emblem crushes? Like so many. For brevity I'll give the biggest one from each game: Wolf, Sonya, Arvis, Karel (FE7), Joshua/Cormag, Nasir, Reina, Jeritza, Zelkov. Shout out to Arvis for being the reason I played FE4 to begin with, and Jeritza cause the morning he became playable and bisexual I went insane.

If you’ve played (or are familiar with) the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays? I prefer to S support a new character each run cause I like filling the support log. The only time I've S supported a character more than once is the bisexual ones in 3H. So instead I'm giving my first and my favourite. Also at this point I've played 3H so much there's only like, 6 characters I haven't S supported. - Awakening: First: Miriel, Favourite: ??? - Fates: First: Jakob, Favourite: Kaden, Reina, Mozu - Three Houses: First: Jeritza, Favourite: Jeritza - Engage: First: Zelkov, Favourite: Zelkov

Favourite Fire Emblem class? Swordmaster

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class and stats? Would you be playable? Mage cause they have cape. I'd have great stats (delusional)

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? (Black Eagles, Blue Lions, Golden Deer, Church of Seiros, Those Who Slither in the Dark, unaffiliated civilian, other - for example Almyran) Black Eagles.

If you were an Officers Academy student, what would be your boons, banes and potential budding talent? Boons: Reason, Axes, Authority. Banes: Heavy Armour, Riding, Faith. Budding talent: Faith.

If you were an Engage character, which nation would you originate from? (Firene, the Kingdom of Abundance; Brodia, the Kingdom of Might; Elusia, the Kingdom of Knowledge; Solm, the Queendom of Freedom; Lythos, the holy land of the Divine Dragon; Gradlon, the desolate land of the Fell Dragon) Firene.

How do you pronounce TOA? 🤔(separate letters, to-ah, other?) Tee-Oh-Ay

Current TOA muses: Forde

Past TOA muses? Larcei, Tine, Dew, Yune, Laylea

Who was your first TOA muse? If you no longer have them, can you see yourself picking them up again? I had Larcei for over a year and honestly I'm really happy with what I did with her (even if rereading her stuff makes me cringe). So as much as I love her I have no strong reason to pick her up... apart from that swordmaster drabble I never got around to.

Do you believe you have a type of character you gravitate towards writing? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) There's overlap between the 'old' and 'new' gens of my muses. There's a hotheaded sword girl, a mage with issues :tm: and a cute blond guy. I think I have an easier time writing characters that have a positive outlook, and say what they mean.

Do you have characters or types of characters you don’t think you can handle writing, but wish you could? Idk really. I don't think I'm that good at writing sad shit, so muses that have heavier stuff going on I'd struggle with.

What kind of scenes, situations etc do you believe you enjoy writing the most? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) I like being a little silly. Some of my favourite posts have been where I've just thought up some nonsense, and allowed myself to write it.

Do you have any scenario in mind for your muse(s) that gets you thinking “man I hope I get to write this one day”? I want Forde to be obliterated emotionally. I do not care if these emotions are positive or negative.

Favourite TOA-related memories? SO many this group is awesome. I loved coming back after some time off and seeing what muses were still around. There's one in particular that Larcei and Forde are both close friends with and it cheeses me so much. Anyway happyland was my favourite event ever thank you mods.

Present or past tense? Present usually, but sometimes I use past don't worry about it.

Normal size text, small text, no preference? The most formatting I do is the occasional italics.

Got any potential muse delusions to share? There is *someone* who's been on my mind... (but really I have no strong muse thoughts at the moment, and I don't think I have the energy to double muse rn)

[cosmerelists]

True Confessions of a Cosmere Blogger

[There's a Stormlight spoiler in here! For Oathbringer specifically]

Followers, friends, people who ended up here through tumblr's broken search function: it is time. Time for me to lay bare all of my most terrible secrets as a Cosmere blogger. I am ready, and I hope you are too, for these very honest and real confessions.

1. I don't fucking know how to spell Gavinar Galivar Gavilar's name

Real talk: I had to look up the spelling to make this joke because I couldn't remember which was the right spelling and which were the wrong spellings. It's the grandson, I think. It's not fair to have Gavilar (I had to look at the wiki again) and Gavinor (I had to look this up too) have such similar names, not to mention Dalinar (I'm good there) making me forget whether it's the L or the V first in that dude's name. Seriously, this guy's name is the hardest part of writing any Roshar list.

2. My wife came up with my most popular list

I think my very first post is still my most popular: "How Other Cosmere Characters Would Convince The Stick to Become Fire." And who came up with this awesome idea? My wife! I was hemming and hawing about whether to actually start this blog, and she was like, "Hey, what about a list where everyone tries to convince the stick to become fire?" and let me tell you, that list wrote itself--I couldn't type fast enough. The jokes may be mine, but the idea, which is the funniest part, was all her.

My wife had another really good list idea that I still haven't written, since I haven't found a way to do it justice, but when I finally write it, I bet it'll do great.

3. I don't watch Brandon Sanderson's videos

I don't know. I just have trouble watching Videos On The Internet. I had to FORCE myself to watch the Secret Projects announcement since nobody would say what it was, and that was super hard.

4. I don't read fanfic

I think my blog would classify as fanfic, so it would be fair to say that I write it but I don't read it. I've only read like two fics in my life, and they were both because the girl I had a crush on at the time ordered me to (and yes...it was Wincest). No real idea why I don't read it; just something about my brain, I guess. It does mean that I am trying to understand shipping dynamics and fan preferences through tumblr osmosis, which is why my shipping-based lists may occasionally just leave out some huge pairing I was entirely unaware of (like Navani & Ialai, apparently! Whoops)

5. This is my third list blog

I like to pretend that "list blog" is a genre. It actually worked for a while! I had atlalists first--I joined tumblr because I was writing lists for my own amusement and my roommate at the time told me they thought it would do well on tumblr-- and then bleachlists. Bleachlists was the height of my success; I got so many asks & list requests that I had to create a whole separate blog, askbleachlists, just to handle them. I wrote three lists...A DAY. And some other people made their own "list blogs" inspired by bleachlists, which was wonderful. People made art--I still have some of the bleach art people made hanging in my office. It was fun! Then I left tumblr for a while, and now I'm back with cosmerelists.

6. I thought about making this blog a LONG time before I did it

It just felt really scary! The Cosmere has so much lore and so many characters and so many magic systems and I do NOT have a handle on it all. I read Stormlight Archive 2 1/2 times in preparation, hoping to at least have a handle on that part. But what helped, actually, was going to the Cosmere DragonCon panel last year, listening to the questions, and realizing that nobody really understood the majority of what was going on. So that made me feel better. And in the end, it was just something I wanted to do, and it's my way of enjoying a fandom, so I thought I'd give it a try.

7. Sometime I forget major plot points (Oathbringer spoiler)

I put Demid in a poll as a Bondsmith candidate and people were like, "isn't he dead?" I still don't remember him dying. I'm so sorry, Demid.

At least I can spell your name...right?

[extremely-burnt-sugar]

Hi if it's okay can I please ask for a yandere Astolfo or vanitas

With a Yuutsu darling where he grows very attached to her

She is an OC of mine you can find more information about her on my page here on Tumblr you don't have to take this request if you don't want to

AHHHHH! I'm so excited this is the first request ive received on tumblr! Plus the first request I have received for VNC in general!

I love the art for your oc! she's adorable!

I had to look up what yuutsu was, and it said dark, gloomy and depressed. so I am very excited to write about this, I am an ameture author so please give me constructive criticism! :DD

I was also unsure if this was an x oc request or just an x Reader so I went for the safe side and did an x reader.

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YANDERE! VANITAS X YUUTSU! READER

Vanitas:

At first he found you slightly annoying, you were always so sad, it was just plain boring! But after spending a bit of time with you he grew to like you. Everything about you even the bad.

Soon he became un-reasonably jealous, over the smallest things too! He once got jealous when you had a conversation with Noe!

That was the point when he realized he had developed feelings, and not even just like a small crush, he realized he had become completely infatuated with everything you did!

After a short period of time you had started to notice small things would be going missing randomly, and it wasn't like any of them had any coordination other than you owned them.

small things, like your toothbrush, a pair of underwear or two, the pillow case you had gone to wash, your favorite perfume.

He didn't know it was unhealthy, We all know how he was raised he didn't have the best role models for what love should look like.

It's not like he can help it anyway, Vanitas just finds you so endearing! even when you're being all sad and negative, he just loves you so much he cant not like everything!

However he doesn't like anything having to do with any self destructive habits or tendencies, he cant have you getting hurt now can he.

Whenever you start to talk about ho much you hate yourself his heart breaks, He just can't understand why you don't like yourself!

He's so loving and sweet whenever you hit an especially bad depressive episode he'll help you take care of yourself, bringing you food and water, getting you out of bed to take warm showers with him, keeping your room just a little cleaner. It may be small but it does help

He also finds a strange amount of comfort in things typically deemed "gloomy" by society, it just reminds him of his darling so much!

If your spirits are especially low he will just hug you, he may be a major tease but even he can tell when to stop.

[thisismysecondrodeo]

The Oh Moment

Based on this tumblr post because of course it is. 

Rating: Mature

Ship: Ted/Rebecca

Tags: Reference to kink, prelude to sexual behavior but honestly pretty tame lol, secret relationship

Part 2: Ted | Fic Masterlist

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It was surprisingly easy for Ted and Rebecca to keep their relationship under wraps at work, much to both of their surprise. Apparently, the way they regularly interacted was enough like flirting that their actual flirting went unnoticed. Ted’s extended Biscuits with the Boss was ignored and if Rebecca was more present at happy hours and team functions everyone chalked it up to the team's recent successes. 

“So,” Ted said, sidling up behind Rebecca outside of Mae’s, “your place or mine?” 

“Ted,” Rebecca admonished playfully, pushing him lightly away from her,  “someone might see…and mine, please.”

Ted grinned as he stepped up next to her, letting his finger drag across the back of her hand. “Don’t you think it’s about time folks found out anyway?” 

Rebecca set off towards hers, Ted meeting her step for step. They had talked about this a little bit and they had always decided that the attention from the press would be too much. But God did she want to hold his hand as they crossed the street to keep him from getting hit by a car, she wanted to steal chips from his plate at dinner and take him as her date to every gala. 

She was quiet until they reached the house, Ted silently worrying he had pushed too far. She slid her key into the door, letting them both in before turning and pinning him against it. She crushed her lips against Ted’s and he was so confused it took him a few moments to catch up. Once he did, he wove his hands into her blonde locks, deepening the kiss. As quickly as Rebecca started it she pulled back. 

“After West Ham.” 

“You serious,” Ted gasped out, unable to contain his grin and Rebecca nodded. Their match against West Ham was next week. 

“I don’t want the news about us to distract. After the game, we can…I don’t know go to dinner or something. Be seen together, no flashy statements or anything.” 

“Darlin’ if you wanted to hold my hand you could have just said that,” Ted teased, lacing their fingers together, and Rebecca rolled her eyes but kissed him sweetly. 

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Rebecca and Ted had had enough game days together to know that they both needed a little space to get their minds right. Because of that, they spent the night separately and the first time they saw each other would be when Rebecca went to the locker room to greet the team. She grinned to see that Ted was looking bright and cheery, with no sign of a looming panic attack, but everyone knew West Ham came with a lot of pressure. Ted was just finishing his rousing coach speech and he met her eyes as she came into the room, not missing a beat. 

“Alright, boys, that’s enough from me. Time to hear from our fearless leader,” Ted smiled, gesturing for Rebecca to join him, Roy, and Beard at the front of the room. 

Rebecca took a deep breath, feeling the coiled tension of the room, “I don’t want you all thinking about Rupert. Or Nate. Or even winning. Not for your coaches, and not for me. I want you all to win because you can, because you’re all just that talented. For each other.” 

Isaac stood and gestured all the men to the middle so they could put their hands together as the coaches and Rebecca stepped to the side to give them their moment. 

“For each other on 9! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, FOR EACH OTHER!” As usual, the counting was…interesting, but the energy was infectious. The men headed for the door and Rebecca watched as Beard gave out head nods, Roy slapped backs, and Ted... slapped butts? Her eyebrows raised, having no idea that a smack on the arse was a tunnel tradition. She supposed she usually left first, to beat the boys out of the locker room and to the owner’s box so she'd never seen it. She chuckled as she watched the last of the boys whoop and holler and get their butts smacked as they headed towards the field, Beard and Roy following behind.

She made a mental note to ask Ted about it later as she crossed in front of him to head out of the locker room. And then she heard as much as felt a sharp swat to her own butt.

“Oh,” she chirped in surprise and turned to see a mischievous glint in Ted’s eye. Her face flushed, her mouth slightly slack.

Oh.

“Sorry about that, Boss,” Ted said, not sorry at all, his voice so deep that Rebecca had the sudden feeling that he was nearly hypnotizing her, her eyes locked on his and her feet rooted in place. He moved past her toward the pitch, “Once I get a’swinging it can be hard to stop.” And then the motherfucker winked. 

Up in the owner’s box, Rebecca was clearly distracted. Her eyes were on the pitch, sort of, but as the ball moved down the grass her eyes didn’t. She wasn’t sure of the score, or what Keeley had just asked her. Ted’s hand on her arse had thrown her for a loop. She had never been spanked before, it was never something she thought she would like. She was intimidating enough that no one she’d slept with had ever asked or tried, but now…she couldn’t stop thinking about it. She wanted to feel Ted’s palm against her again, wanted the sting that brought her sharply to attention, made her present. She shifted to try to feel the spot against her seat but the sensation had already faded. 

“Babe, are you alright,” Rebecca looked around and realized Keeley was now standing. Richmond had scored and she hadn’t even noticed. 

“Fine! Fine, sorry I was just… lost for a second.”

“Well come back because we’re fucking kicking Rupert’s arse,” Keeley yelled in Rupert’s general direction and Rebecca gave her a small smile. 

AFC Richmond beat West Ham 3-2 and Rebecca was the first person out of her seat to head down to the pitch. Keeley tried to keep up with her long-legged stride and both of them left their heels somewhere near the locker room to move even faster. Keeley found Roy first, was swept into the group of cheering men and into Roy’s arms and Rebecca craned her neck to find Ted, who was shaking hands with Nate and Rupert. She ran for him and he saw her coming as Nate and Rupert turned away, jogging to meet her in the middle of the pitch. He pulled her into a hug, chaste and professional, but when he released her she fisted his sweater and dragged his lips to hers. 

The crowd around them went wild and Rebecca knew they must be up on the screen but she didn’t stop, just tilted her head as Ted’s hands found her waist. Finally separating, Ted’s eyed her with joy and confusion. 

“Well, that wasn’t what we discussed,” Ted laughed, referencing the plan of being seen in public and maybe holding hands. “What was that for?”

Rebecca gave Ted a pointed look, one that he’d become incredibly familiar with over the past few weeks, “I’ll tell you at home.” Ted grinned and took her hand, waving at the crowd as they made their way back to the team. 

Ted ->

[comm-caribou]

Alright… let’s talk…

(Honestly, this post is mostly just an update on my life and why I’ve been off tumblr all year)

This is going to be a very long post with a lot of venting. No sugar coating it, no beating around the bush.

I’ve had some pretty messed up and awful things happen in my life, I don’t like talking about them openly. However, those things were spread out… this year SUCKED!

To explain where I’ve been, we have to start back in October when I stopped posting as much regularly.

I met a guy at work, we got along really great… but he just got out of an abusive relationship. Despite what I thought was an instant connection, he was wary of me and based on my own experience, I was guarded. We danced around this crush for weeks before our coworkers caught on and someone told him I’m single, someone told me he’s single, and we were exchanging numbers.

Despite dumping him and “wanting-nothing-to-do-with-him”, his ex continued to find reasons to message him or break into his home… so finding out he met someone, she was livid and somehow got both my number and my name. She was calling me and harassing me from an unknown number so I couldn’t even block her. When he found out, he ended up getting into a big fight with her and the ex disappeared, but it wasn’t over.

This guy and I started dating. We were happy and having fun learning all about each other, then my “friends” started cutting into the relationship and putting pressure on both of us. We weren’t even boyfriend/girlfriend yet and they were telling him to buy me stuff, give me flowers, take me places, and do things for me! If I told them to stop, they’d tell me they were just playing and to lighten up. In hindsight, I know I should of did better in stopping them, after all, it wasn’t fair to him to be harassed like that even if he said it didn’t bother him.

Things began falling apart in December. My (now ex) best friend invited me to a Christmas party. I don’t like parties, but she said he could come too. We went, he got a little drunk, she kept separating us to spend time with me, he got more drunk, I got overstimulated and annoyed, and I drove him home. Three days before Christmas, I get screenshots from his ex. He sent her drunk texts saying “I miss you, but I have a girlfriend now” and “I don’t feel happy anymore, I don’t have fun anymore”

What hurt worse a week before that, he told me I make him feel alive again and that he was falling in love with me. In less than a week, the same person who whispered he loved me told his ex he feels like nothing now that she’s gone.

I cried, vented to my friend, she comforted me, and then stabbed me in the back. I had told her not to bring it up because I wanted to talk to him and try to work this out. She told all our mutual friends and any coworker who would listen that he cheated on me right before Christmas, and guess who’s side they obviously took: mine.

I didn’t even get to talk to him before half the store knew some version of the story.

How he found out I knew was from one of his department coworkers—who has known me for years—basically going back there and asking him “what the f*ck is wrong with you?” and him getting an earful from the same people who helped push us together.

He was rightfully mad at me, but more so at my friend for sharing our business like that. We tried to get past it, but I was still hurt and I unintentionally made him very unliked employee.

I squashed the rumors, and people backed off.

His problems resolved. Mine didn’t.

I broke up with him. Deep down, I didn’t want to, but with everything happening I didn’t feel strong enough to keep going and he let me walk away saying I’m still his favorite coworker.

I cried for days, I was in love with him despite how much he hurt me.

A few weeks later I was informed the job I applied for in September was hiring again. I reapplied in January and got in, but it was going to be a long hiring process.

I still really liked my ex, it hurt seeing him, but we were still friends. My friends said it was very obvious he still cared for me, that there was a chance we could start again. He only came to me even if I had a line, he’d say hello to me, he’d make sure he said goodbye before leaving, he kept all my doodles, and I was delusional enough to believe them when they said that those were signs he still has feelings for me.

Except, he contacted his ex. The same person who abused him and harassed me multiple times was getting a second chance. It was Valentine’s Day and he told me I needed to forget him while I cried in the parking lot.

My friend dragged me out to the movies that night. I was heartbroken for this man all over again, and she was venting to me about how I was lucky since her crush doesn’t even notice her and that she’d give anything to have an one night stand with him. I just wanted to go home and she refused to let me go until we did something she could post on her Snap Story. She didn’t even care that you could see the tear marks on my face and posted a video of me acting happy and carefree in Target. I found out she posted it because she had my ex in her Snap friends and wanted him to see me “moving on”.

I was in hysterics crying when I finally drove home that I honestly shouldn’t have been driving.

I was in a very empty, sad state for weeks after that. I tried to pretend I was fine despite her telling everyone who’d listen that I was moping over a man who drunk texted his ex. The only thing I cared about at that point was getting my paperwork together to start my new job in March.

I barely spoke to my now ex, but the night before I started my new job, I got a bunch of texts from his phone. His now-girlfriend-again stole his phone and was texting me things like “you’re a f*cking slut” “crazy c*nt” “never talk to me again you stupid b*tch”.

She blocked on everything and I was laying in bed half asleep and extremely confused what happened when he called me on her phone. He to get us to clear things up, but all it was was her accusing him of cheating and her demanding me to explain myself. The last time I saw him outside of work was January and the only interaction we had that day was when he was when he came through my line to buy his lunch. It all gets straightened out (sort of) that he never was cheating and I’m just his friend/coworker, but I have to stay blocked. Even though I understand, I cry myself to sleep because I don’t know what happened and why it happened like that (I still don’t).

I start my new job, and it’s a month of online classes and training.

I was working three jobs by the end of March.

I’m sad, I’m stressed, I’m overworked.

It is the end of April, and my friend insists we go to the movies together to hang out. I agree to meet up at the theater after I get out of my very long day of working one job in the morning and another in the afternoon. Just as I’m about to drive half a hour to the theater, she cancels on me because she made other plans with other friends, but she says can hang out after nine o’clock.

I have work in the morning and I have a midnight curfew. When I try to tell her I can’t hang out that late at night, she doesn’t answer, so I drive home. Five minutes before the movie is suppose to start, she texts me suddenly able go with me again. At this point, I’m now home and not anywheres near close to being ready to go out and the theater is over half a hour away. She gets mad at me and accuses me of not making time for her anymore.

I hit my breaking point and our friendship starts dying from this point onward.

At the end of May—right before my birthday—I had a minor procedure done to help with my headaches. Nothing major, but I had to get my head cut open and stitches on the back of my head. I worried it was cancer—luckily it wasn’t—but I didn’t feel safe telling anyone considering how things went down the last time I shared what was happening in my life.

I dropped one of my jobs temporarily to focus on the new job and the summer job. Despite my manager position at the summer job, my supervisor had retired and the new supervisor didn’t really treat me as a manager. I had been there for nine years and for some reason my only use was training new employees. All my previous responsibilities were taken away and I would work eight hour long shifts outside in a hot shack with a janky desk fan doing nothing but reading books if I wasn’t showing a new sixteen year old how the cash register worked.

I put in my two weeks notice in June and was gone by July. The only ones who cared that I was leaving were the sixteen year old girls who thought it was cool I knew the latest TikTok trends, sang along to the Taylor Swift songs, and fangirled over the new Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie coming out.

After an extra a few weeks I spent focusing on the new job, I went back to work at the job with my ex and my ex-friend in early August. Despite working there only on weekends, I still found myself checking the parking lot to make sure I didn’t see either of their vehicles there. Most days I’m lucky and I can get away with not seeing either.

My mental health was beginning to take a turn for the worse as summer began to come to an end. I began a “healing journey” which included working on my passions, learning new skills, getting back in touch with my inner child, falling back in love with life, and working on my health.

Lately it’s been getting bad again despite my efforts.

Between the holidays coming up making both my jobs busy, my favorite coworker at my new job is leaving and it’s bringing out all the red flags about my new big girl job. We’re understaffed, there’s clear favoritism, and a lot stress put on us because of the field we work in.

Somedays I go home and I feel like I’m in a daze.

Most days, I lay in bed and just cry because the life I planned no longer exists and I feel stuck.

All I wanted in life was to fall in love, get married to someone who made me feel safe and loved, own a home together where we could raise our kids, and one day publish a physical book.

Now a days, I don’t feel anyone could love me and even if they could I won’t be able to love them. I thought my biggest challenge was going to be publication, not romance.

I’m just here. Stuck somewhere between I want to live and wondering what’s the point? I don’t want to die and I’m not actively thinking of ways to end my life, but there are nights where I lay in bed and the idea of not waking up in the morning doesn’t sound too bad.

I just want to write silly headcanons or lovey dovey stories, but I don’t feel happy and the idea of love hurts.

I want the old me back, but she’s gone.

The new me isn’t sure who exactly she is yet either.

All I know is this is me trying.

[ainyan]

😍ffxiv please <3

I wish I had something suitably romantic between Kys and Raine for you, but everything I've written for them can be found on Tumblr by searching #Kyszarin Asyret. <3 But! Here's a romantic scene between (naturally) Kali and Thancred.

Under the cut for length:

“A compromise.” They lay upon her narrow bed, him on his back, her on her belly, limbs limply tangled. With an effort, he turned his head, gazing at her with eyes still a bit clouded from their exertions. She gazed back, the glint of her lavender limbal rings visible beneath heavy lids. “I won’t try to leave you…”

He grunted and heaved himself over with an effort, flinging his arm over her. “Damn right you won’t,” he muttered hoarsely.

She sighed in irritation. “I won’t try to leave you,” she repeated, “if,” and her voice bit down on the word, “you agree to keep what is between us inside these walls and these walls alone.”

There was a reason that even Y’shtola had once complimented his intelligence. It took him no time to make the requisite leaps of logic. “You wish for us to give the impression that we have gone our separate ways,” he said flatly.

“Give me this much,” she asked - damn near begged, he thought - rolling laboriously to her side and reaching out to brush her fingers along his cheek. “You and I - and the Scions, I’ve no doubt - will know. The rest of the world doesn’t need to.”

His eyes were irritated. “Maybe I like the world knowing you think me worthy of being your lover,” he muttered.

Her expression softened, though anxiety continued to swirl in that lavender-edged gaze. “It has never been a question of your worthiness, my dear, but of mine. But,” she added, voice rising as he drew in a breath to argue, “when this blows over, I will take out an advertisement in every broadsheet in every capital city; I will hire criers to shout it from the rooftops. I’ll do whatever you want to make it clear that I am yours and yours alone, if you’ll just grant me this.”

He lunged abruptly, pinning her to the bed, and his eyes blazed. “Do you promise?” he demanded, and she stared up into his fierce expression, stunned.

“I- Thancred…”

He held her firm, hands around her wrists, lean body stretched along the length of her. “Do you promise? When this blows over; when the Final Days are but a bad memory; when Fandaniel and Zenos have been dealt with, do you promise? Will you claim me as your own, and be mine in turn? Openly and without reservation?”

She gaped like a landed fish. “I never knew - you never said…”

The intensity drained from him and he bent his head, resting his forehead against her own. “I didn’t realize,” he admitted, “until you said those words. But - I have been yours since that night, Kal’istae. I have not even wanted another; barely looked at another. And when I thought you might leave… gods, even losing Minfilia was less painful.” His breath was shaky. “If it is not what you want, then pay it no mind. But - to be yours, to have you as mine, to be an acknowledged pair, as F’lhaminn and Nielle, or Severian and W’naja…”

She thought of the two pairs named - and wondered that the two pairings that Thancred thought of first were two that ended in tragedy, with the death of one and the fierce, unceasing grief of the other. “Oh Thancred,” she whispered, drawing her wrists from his loose grip and wrapping her arms about him instead as he supported himself above her. “I have ever been yours. All you ever had to do was ask.”

The spot of dampness on her cheek startled her; she nearly flinched away, but a second drop against her other cheek told her without words its source. Stunned, she couldn’t help herself and made a soft sound of compassion. As she felt him tense, as she felt him start to withdraw, she held him tight. “Thancred,” she whispered, awed.

It was the awe, the affection, and the understanding in her voice that did him in. With a soft sound, he collapsed to the side, careful not to crush her, and wrapped himself around her. Burying his face in her throat, he abandoned all attempts to stymie his own feelings and wept. His tears soaked her skin and brought her own to overflow; silently crying, she curled about him and held him, stroking his hair, stroking his back, reveling in this revelation.

As his tears receded, he lifted his head and gazed down into her face, then lowered his mouth to hers. His kiss tasted of the salt of their tears, and yet, it was sweeter than any yet they had shared. When he finally pulled away, she exhaled softly and blinked up at him. Self- consciously, he rubbed the heel of his hand across his eyes. “I - ah. I apologize,” he began.

She shook her head and lifted her hand to smooth her thumb across his damp cheek. “Never apologize for feeling, my dear,” she said softly.

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Hello hello~ I'm glad I've found your account on Tumblr I LOVE IT SO MUCH 😍😍 Can I maybe request Xdinary Heroes as your caring older brothers? If it's not a problem of course!

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Summary: Xdinary Heroes as your caring older brother.

WC:988

Warning:grammar

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Gunil

Definitely the type to check your outfit before you leave the house. He won’t let you leave if he thinks it’s inappropriate. If you came home late he would sit on the couch in the dark waiting for you to get home.

“Where have you been?” Gunil questioned in a calm yet eerie voice. It succeeded in scaring you since you had not expected anyone to be there. He laughs at your startled state, walking over to you patting your back. “Text me the next time you’ll be home late. I was worried,” he says before leaving to go to his room. If some asshole broke your heart, Gunil would do two things. First, console you. He would buy you your favorite ice cream, watch your favorite movie with you, tell how you were too good for them and that they didn’t deserve you. Second, he plots their murder. He wouldn’t actually do it of course, but if your ex tried to contact you again he wouldn’t be afraid to use his muscles if necessary.

Jungsu

He’s the sweetest. Even if he’s annoying you it still ends up with both of you laughing. Probably the type to take you on a sibling outing at least once a month. Protective over you when it comes to dating. Will become a whole private investigator to ensure the one you're interested in is good for you. For them, meeting Jungsu would be scarier than meeting your parents. Pays attention to you even if you think that he isn’t. You one offly mentioned about how you wanted a certain jacket when the two of you were just chilling watching t.v. He didn’t really respond just made a comment about how you always want something. However a few months later you were receiving that exact jacket as a birthday gift from him. When he’s out shopping he’d always pick up snacks that he knows you like or would randomly buy you a plushie/knickknack just cause he thought you would like it. 

Gaon/Jiseok

Like a best friend, but simultaneously a thorn in your side. You guys would be really close. Even though he’s older than you, people sometimes refer to you two as twins just because of how close you are. Would be the type to bug you when you have friends over, but it’s because he wants to hangout with you too. This means he’s pretty well acquainted with your friends and you are with his. If he discovered your crush on someone he would never let you breathe. Especially if it was someone he knew. Protective in the “only I can bully them” type of way. Will call your outfit ugly, but if someone else called it ugly he would defend you. 

“Their outfit is great! You just don’t understand fashion,”. Shares his accessories with you. Doesn’t even care if you don’t give them back, cause he’ll just go into your room and take them, maybe some of yours too. 

O.de/Seungmin

Reliable older brother. Would come pick you up late at night. Gives you a lot of advice. He always has an ear ready to listen to you. Would joke that he’s your therapist, but would actually be so glad that you trust him enough to tell him your problems. No matter how big or small they were. Seungmin wouldn't be that interested in your love life. Although if he found out that the person you were dating wasn’t treating you right he wouldn’t hesitate switching into big,scary, protective older brother mode. Speaking of protectiveness, he’d be subtly protective over you. If you’re out walking and a group of guys with an off putting vibe head your away he will casually switch to be on the side that they’re passing by on. Some guy is disrespectfully checking you out. You don’t even have time to notice, with how fast Seungmin is sending them death glares.

Hyeongjun/Junhan

He’s the loudest when he’s with you. Feels like he can just be himself around you. You are one of the people that he is most comfortable with.This comfortableness translates into you having immense solace with one another. Whenever you’re feeling stressed you’d go to him. He can tell when something is bothering you, even if you don’t say anything.  He wouldn’t pry if you don’t want to talk about it, but would let you know that he was there. Hyeongjun would always find a way to ease your mind. The two of you would have movie nights or binge watching sessions, where you could just forget about life for a while. He enjoys spending time baking with you. If you’re no good at baking then you’ll be a professional recipe reader and taster. Even though he is more reserved he would still speak up for you. You’re his dear younger sibling, so he naturally feels the urge to protect you.

Jooyeon

Another thorn in your side. He’d always find some way to bother you, but it’s how he shows his brotherly love. Yes he just walked into your room and left without closing the door behind him, but it was because he couldn’t tell if the noise he heard was you laughing or crying.If he sees that you actually aren’t in a good mood that day he would leave you alone. Instead now wondering what’s got you upset. If it’s because of another person he’d want to fight them. How dare they upset you? Again the “only I can bully them” type of protective. Loves to give you grief, but if someone else does, they don’t know what they just got themselves into. Would offer you the food that he doesn’t want or didn’t finish.Playing games is a sibling activity of yours two. Whether you're good at the game or suck at it doesn’t matter cause he just wants to spend time with you. 

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AAAA the blowjob one? omg I would love to read that if you ever decide to write it!!! And I would be the same! This man... I would do literally anything he wanted...

(btw I think this is my first time having such a big crush on a celebrity! I don't know what exactly it is about Jon... but I watched Punisher and couldn't stop thinking about Frank and then I joined tumblr and found out that it's not only Frank but Jon in general 😂)

I am too a bigger girl so that's why I thought about it + I don't think I saw any fics with Julian and plus size reader, in general I think there isn't much of it

And you're are right he would be the sweetest and the most thoughtful partner ever

I hope you and your toe are okay 😊♥️

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i’m so glad you like the idea!! i’ll have to dig it back up soon then! 🥰 and same!! i liked celebrities in the past but none of them have had a hold on me quite like jon 😅 i know i’ll always be so thankful i watched daredevil and that seeing jon made me lose my shit the way it did CKSKDKSK we’re definitely so happy to have you here! i was surprised to see a community when i joined back in early 2021! :) i love all the friends i’ve made on here and i’m so so thankful for that show for bringing them into my life :’)

i haven’t seen any jules fics with a plus sized reader either! i’ve seen a few frank ones, but none of them were… as disgustingly detailed as i like mine to be 😅😅😅 no shame obviously!! i just am gross and wanna write the fic i’d like to see! i have plans to write frank with a plus sized reader :) i try to write my fics without much detail of the reader so that all can enjoy, but i would like to write about thicker thighs and rolls!!

jules would be the SWEETEST!!! i see him as the type to shower you in affection and gifts too! like the way he was so soft and more intimate in his scenes with michelle? 🥺🥺🥺 i just melt! i love him so much!!

and thank you ._. i appreciate it! and would love to give you a hug :*

[ne0nlightzz]

Tw/Cw: long ass rant because I'm hopeless romantic who's to scared or confrontation and when something finally starts to go right something(my mental health/state) screw it all up and my life is playing out like a novel n I don't think that's a good thing-im also just writing out all my silly little stupid worries because apparently tumblr doesn't kill you for doing that:]

I'm obvious with that I'm crushing on someone. My crush then give me advice without knowing they're my crush. After a bit they figure it out and I totally freak out and get 10× more akward when talking with them which I didn't even know was possible. They were taken and turn me down is the nicest way possible and even say we might have a chance in the future.

It's the future and now I'm sorta but also not really avoiding them because they practically asked me out but inbetween then and now, I've had like 3ppl ask me out and I rejected all of them, I'm so confused about my emotions and who I like, because I like them so much but at the same time I also kinda like this other person who had confessed to me but we don't rly talk enough to yk date- my mental health also severally declined since they originally found out and now I don't think I can handle a relationship and make it a health and fulfilling one, they won't be happy with me as a partner I just know it and I don't with I can be a good partner right now, I can't be there like I want to, hell I can't even call ppl and they always ask to call and I always feel horrible because I have to say no become if I call im practically putting my life on the line because my mom will find out and beat my ass. I just don't know what to do, I want to date them, I want to be their partner and I want them to be mine, I want to love them so much and be able to show them that and to be there for them. But at the same time I just don't think I'll be able to show them the love I want to or that I'll be able to be there for them, hell I can't even eat a full meal or take care of myself or survive without two energy drinks a day. I'm stumped and I have no one to go to talk about this anymore and I don't know what to do because now it's just at the point that I'm avoiding the situation that shouldn't be ignored or avoided because I'm scared and I'm pushing them away because I'm a little bitch- dear God my life, especially my love life and relationships, are like the plot to a horrible yet tragic novel- and I don't think that's a good thing.

[ynscrazylife]

Something Always Happens in Seattle

Request: “Can I request being addisons daughter and you having to get surgery and she just so worried and scared”

Summary: Addison gets worried when her daughter has to have a surgery.

Authors Note: To involve more characters, this is set in the later seasons of Grey’s Anatomy. AU that Derek and Mark are alive. Reader was adopted by Addison as a kid and came to Seattle for a visit.

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“I’ve been riding motorcycles forever,” Y/N’s friend had said.

“We won’t go on the highway,” Y/N’s friend had said.

“It’s perfectly safe,” Y/N’s friend had said.

And yet he had angered another motorcyclist on the road who had intentionally bumped into them, sending her friend (who sat in front) flying. The motorcycle skidded to the side, into a ditch, and Y/N found herself half-underneath the motorcycle. Her right leg was crushed by it while the handle had snapped and was now stabbing Y/N square in the chest.

Looking up at the rich blue sky, Y/N’s first thought was: ‘Shit’. Not only was she in an immeasurable amount of pain, but she had no clue where her friend was and the guy who had hit them had sped away. Thankfully, her phone had been in her left pocket and hadn’t fallen very far. It was still within arms reach, and Y/N managed to grab it and dial 911.

“911, what is your emergency?” The responder on the other line asked.

Y/N explained that she was involved in a motorcycle accident with a friend and told them they needed an ambulance at the road they were at. Once the responder told her not to move, Y/N insisted that she knew that, seeing as her mom — the famous Dr. Addison Montgomery — was a world-class doctor. The responder offered to stay on the line with her, but Y/N said it was alright. She had to call her mom and tell her she was coming, after-all.

“Chris?!” Y/N yelled, calling for her friend. When he didn’t answer, she cursed under her breath.

Y/N dialed her mother’s number and, after a few rings, she picked up. “Hey, kiddo. I just finished a surgery. What’s up?” Addison said.

“Hey, mom. You know how Chris took me out on his motorcycle today?” Y/N began, figuring that there was no beating around the bush.

“Yes . . .” Addison answered, trailing off and sounding a little worried.

“We got into an accident. Another motorcyclist crashed into us. Don’t worry—I already called an ambulance,” Y/N was quick to explain.

“Oh my god,” Addison said, gasping. “Are you and your friend okay?”

At Y/N’s hesitation, Addison let out a sigh.

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Minutes later, Addison got off the phone and headed towards the nurse’s station, rubbing her forehead.

“Everything alright?” Mark asked as he and Derek approached. Other attendings and surgeons (Richard, Bailey, Meredith, Amelia, Lincoln, Owen, Teddy, and Jo) were nearby.

Addison planted her hands on the counter and shook her head, looking down. “Y/N was riding on a motorcycle with her friend and they got into a crash,” she said, her voice quiet.

“Is she okay?” Amelia asked, walking over to Addison and trying to comfort her.

Addison shook her head. “She said she was hurt. A lot,” she answered, trying to control her tears.

Amelia hugged Addison tightly and the rest turned away, giving her some privacy.

“Let’s meet Y/N in the ER,” Bailey advised the group, before leading them there. Amelia and Addison followed behind.

When they got to the ER, Levi and Taryn were wheeling Y/N in but Owen soon toon over. “She has a penetrating wound to the chest from the motorcycle’s handle. Her right leg was also pinned underneath the motorcycle. Stats are okay,” Levi told Owen, before joining Taryn in rolling in the gurney that carried Chris.

“He was unconscious at the crash and has an open wound to the head. Stats are good,” Taryn reported about Chris.

Knowing that Addison needed Amelia and not her ex-husband, Derek jumped to take Chris.

“Schmitt and Helm are with Shepherd. Pierce and Lincoln are with me,” Owen ordered, before pushing Y/N into the Trauma 2 room.

The rest crowded outside Y/N’s room, Amelia, Addison, and Mark pressed up against the window. “She’ll be okay,” Amelia assured Addison, rubbing the redhead’s arm.

They watched as Maggie assessed her chest, Link assessed her leg, and Webber assessed any other injuries. After a few moments, Owen poked his head out of the room. “There’s a lac on her head. Not sure if it’s just a cut or if she hit her head. Shepherd, can you . . .?” He said.

Amelia glanced at Mark. “Stay with her,” she said, and it wasn’t a question, before following Owen back inside.

Addison’s eyes fixated on her ex-sister-in-law, nearly pressing her nose to the glass. She watched as Amelia shined a light in her daughter’s eyes and instructed her to follow simple commands. When Amelia looked up and smiled at her, Addison let herself relax.

After talking to Owen, Amelia came back out. “Maggie is going with Y/N into surgery to remove the bike handle and then Link will have to do a surgery to repair the broken bones in her leg,” she reported, placing her hands on Addison’s shoulders to brace the redhead.

Addison stiffened, shaking her head. Logically, she knew that Y/N would have had to have surgery for the bike handle, but she hadn’t been thinking like a doctor since the second she heard Y/N’s voice over the phone. “Surgery . . .” Addison echoed, trailing off into a slight daze until Y/N was being wheeled out in the hallway.

“Y/N,” she said, gravitating towards her daughter and brushing the hair out of her face.

Although in pain, Y/N managed a smile as she saw her mother was worrying. “‘M okay,” she slurred slightly, from the blood loss and shock.

Addison smiled warmly, masking her fear. “I know,” she said. “I’ll be right by your side the moment you wake up.”

Y/N nodded a bit, and then Owen resumed pushing her on the gurney.

Addison watched until they passed through the doors. Amelia put an arm around her. “I’ll sit with you in the waiting room,” she said.

Amelia guided her towards the seats, with Mark following. The other doctors either prepared to scrub in or, if they could, joined Addison in the waiting room. Amelia sat next to her and Mark sat across from them.

For a while, Addison was silent, too deep in her own thoughts to talk. Amelia, Mark, and a couple others made small talk, but Addison didn’t look up from the floor until Derek joined them.

“Chris is fine, he’s asking about Y/N. Did they take her into surgery already?” Derek asked as he went to sit next to Mark, who nodded.

Addison looked up at her ex-husband and squeezed Amelia’s hand, who squeezed back. “He’s alright?” She asked, just to confirm.

Derek nodded, giving her his usual charming smile. “Y/N will do great,” he assured her.

Addison glanced towards the doors, tapping her foot. “I know,” she murmured, but didn’t sound convinced and didn’t bother to try and fool anyone. “It’s just . . . Two major surgeries. God, she must have been so scared, in so much pain and all alone.” She started tearing up just imagining that, and Amelia gave her a hug.

“Y/N handled it greatly, though, even if she was in pain. She called an ambulance, she called you. She got herself and Chris to safety,” Amelia reminded her, smiling.

“I should call Jake. He and Henry should know what happened,” Addison said.

Knowing that Addison already had enough on her plate with an injured daughter in surgery, Amelia pulled out her phone. “I got it,” she said, before dialing Jake’s phone number.

After a lengthy conversation, Amelia hung up. “Everyone is wishing Y/N well and wants updates. Jake, Henry, Sam, Naomi, Violet, Charlotte . . . you name ‘em,” she said.

Addison smiled, remembering the family she built in L.A. By now, a couple hours had passed. Doctors came and went, Amelia stayed at her side, and Derek and Mark only left if they got paged on an emergency. “Can someone get an update?” Addison requested of the group.

Mark nodded and stood up. “You got it,” he said.

He returned a few minutes later, wearing his usual bright and proud smile. “Pierce successfully removed the handle and Lincoln has already started repairing her bones,” he said.

Addison nodded, smiling and wiping away some stray tears. She shifted a bit in her seat uncomfortably. “I think I’m going go wait in her room,” she said, before standing up.

Amelia, Mark, and Derek all stood up with her. “You guys don’t need to come with me, you have surgeries and work,” Addison said.

“Excuse you, I want to wait for my niece,” Amelia said, and they both shared a smile and a laugh, before walking to the Nurse’s station.

“I second that,” Mark added, following her.

That left Addison and Derek, who turned to face each other. “I’d like to wait for her,” he said, putting his hands into his pockets.

“Are you sure?” Addison asked, not wanting it to be awkward.

Derek nodded. Together, they followed Mark and Amelia to the room that Pierce and Lincoln would be taking Y/N to. When they got there, Addison and Amelia sat on the opposite sides of the currently empty bed and Mark and Derek sat next to them, For the next few hours,  the only movements where either Mark or Derek going on coffee runs, getting snacks, or answering pages. 

After what felt like eternity, they brightened up to Y/N being wheeled in. Addison watched anxiously as they transferred her to the bed and got her hooked up to the monitors. When they left, Link stayed behind. 

“The surgery went very well. She’s going to need lots of recovery and physical therapy, but I know you’ve been waiting a while, so we can go over that later,” Link said. 

“Thank you,” Addison said, before turning full attention to her daughter. 

As Link stepped outside, Amelia followed. She wanted to thank him personally for helping out her niece and then went to get an update on Chris, who was staying for overnight observation. 

It took a bit for Y/N to wake up from the general anesthesia, but Addison and Amelia were at her side the entire times. Mark and Derek came and went, Link and Maggie checked in, and the other doctors visited. Jake even flew down with Henry and get well soon wishes from the doctors back in L.A. 

As terrified as Addison had been, she was just glad that her daughter was alright and was recovering. Trips to Seattle never failed to be anything but interesting, and all Addison (or anyone, really) could do was hope that nothing would top this trip in the ones they were sure to go on in the future. 

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