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unicorn-of-mischief · 15 days
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buckypascal · 5 months
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What the shit are you doing?
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asgardian-angel · 7 months
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They selected really good Linger-On-Loki shots for this trailer! 😆
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Better quality screenshots so you may Linger
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Also also ^ please laugh with me I need the giggles.
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holdmytesseract · 6 months
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Okay, but this is just perfect. 😂 That Drax comment, I can't. 🤣
Thanks for this @mandywholock1980 !
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rins-love-wins · 1 year
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jobean12-blog · 4 months
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Touch
Pairing: Joel Miller x reader
Word Count: 596
Summary: The feel of you keeps Joel grounded.
Author's Note: My lovely friend @tripletstephaniescp were enjoying some Pedro tik tok's and one was highlighting how he just gives the best hugs and the other how he's always rubbing or touching the chair he's sitting in during interviews (I wish I were the chairs lol) and she mentioned that he would need to be touching his woman at all times because it calms him and I just thought that was so right and beautiful and wrote this little blurb! Thank you my sweet💕💕 and thank you all for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
Warnings: Soft and sweet fluff
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The moment your ass hits the couch his hand is on your thigh. Long and thick fingers spread wide over your soft skin as he gently rubs up and down, occasionally giving you a squeeze.
You lean over to kiss his scruffy cheek and he turns his head just in time to capture your lips. You linger, brushing along the outline of his mouth with a contented hum.
“How’s your book darlin’? he murmurs.
“Good,” you smile. “Yours?”
“Well,” he starts, pulling his lips away but staying pressed against you, “I haven’t fallen asleep yet so it must be decent.”
He chuckles and you join him in laughter.  
You sink down into the cushions and snuggle yourself even closer to him. His hand never leaves your thigh and his light caresses continue.
After reading for some time you sit up. “Tea?”
“Sure darlin’, thanks.”
With two full steaming mugs you head back into the living room and gently set them down on the coffee table before plopping back down next to Joel.
His arm instinctively drapes over your shoulders and he tucks you into his side. His fingers rest along your upper arm and softly brush across your skin, the callouses on his fingertips rough against your silkiness.
“I brought cookies too,” you grin as you reach into your hoodie pocket and take out a folded paper towel.
His eyes sparkle with excitement and he opens his mouth. You place the cookie at his lips but tug it away just before he takes a bite.
“Hey now!” he playfully chides as he chases your fingers.
“Kiss first,” you say.
“Don’t have to ask me twice angel.”
He pulls you into his lap, your ass nestled between his thighs and your legs draped over one side. With a sweet kiss you offer him the cookie and he takes a bite.
Once all the cookies are gone and you’re snuggled against his chest you reach for your book.
“Aren’t you going to read?” you ask with a nuzzle to his neck.
“Nah. I’m just gonna enjoy you.”
You kiss his skin and cuddle closer.  
He wraps you in his arms, resting one hand at the curve of your neck and the other on your knee. His warm fingers splay against your skin and trace random patterns.
When he catches a particularly ticklish spot at your collarbone you let out a squeak and wiggle in his lap.
“Joel,” you laugh, “that tickles.”
He does it again, keeping you locked in place with his other hand on your thigh.
“Stoppppp,” you squeal.
He finally relents and waits for you to get comfortable again, resting his head atop yours.
“Does it bother you?” he asks quietly.
“Does what bother me?” you reply and sit up to look him in the eyes.
“Me. Touchin’ you all the time,” he sighs. “It relaxes me.”
You study him, your expression soft as you run your fingers through his mussed hair.
“Joel,” you whisper. “No baby. It doesn’t bother me at all.”
You take his face between your hands and start to pepper it with butterfly kisses.
“As a matter of fact,” you say, between pressing your lips to his skin, “I love it. I love your fingers. I love your hands. I love the feel of you and I always want you touching me.”
He tightens his grip before smoothing his palms along the curve of your spine and drawing you in.  
“That’s good angel,” he murmurs as he holds you close and ghosts his lips across yours. “Because I never plan on stoppin’.”
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mochie85 · 1 year
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Congratulations!!🎉🎈🍾
Could you please do fluff prompt 48 You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen” with Tom and shorter reader?
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Falling Star
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Summary: It's Hollywood's biggest night and Tom is hoping to win more than just an Oscar. A/N: Part of my 1k Celebration and @the-slumberparty week 3 writing challenge: Something New. I've never written short-reader trope before. Thank you to @lokisgoodgirl for being my BETA reader and @michelleleewise for some great ideas. I don't know how I could continue to write without your ladies' endless support 😘😘😘. And thank you to @huntress-artemiss for the request. Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Female Reader Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Fluff Dividers by: @firefly-graphics
Tom looked into the mirror as he rinsed the suds off his hands. Shaking off the excess water, he reached for a towel and dried them. He looked straight into his eyes, trying to keep the nervousness at bay.
It’s a big night for you. You’re going to do fine. You’re probably not going to win anyway, Tom sighed. Just focus on one thing and the rest of the night will go smoothly.
He ran his hands through his hair and pinched his bow tie one last time before he made his way out into the lobby. Focus on one thing, he repeated in his head.
These award shows always leave him a nervous wreck. He never expects to win. When he does, of course, it’s great, but then it brings on a whole new emotion of excitement and anxiety.
When he doesn’t win, it tends to be worse. He has to find that right balance of remorse and humbleness so that the media doesn’t portray him in an evil lie.
Oh, he could read the tabloids now, “And the Oscar goes to…, not Tom Hiddleston.” Or “Hiddles angry that he didn’t win his Oscar. Pictures and commentary on page 3.” He laughed about it internally, a smile on his face as he fixed his cufflinks.
“Come on man. Took you long enough,” Chris exclaimed patting his back. “I think they stuck most of us in the same row.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful. It’d be nice to see some familiar faces again.” Tom recounted the last time he saw anyone from The Avengers movie. The movie that brought together and cemented the friendship of seven individuals.
“I think Scarlet wants you to sit next to her.”
“Oh no. Does she?” Tom fretted.
“What?” Chris wondered.
“She’s been trying to set me up with one of her acquaintances,” Tom rolled his eyes.
“She can be quite persistent,” Hemsworth laughed.
Tom sighed as he accompanied Chris across the massive lobby. The plush red carpet matched the dramatic drapes hung from the ceiling. At the end of the hall was a grand staircase leading upstairs to the auditorium's main entrance.
The two friends stood in line waiting to ascend the stairs as photographers and reporters lined the banisters calling out their names, hoping to get an interview. Tom tried to drown out the noise. He tried to focus on one thing before he went crazy, and his anxiety took over. Tom took a deep breath. Just focus on one thing, he chanted in his head.
He opened his eyes and focused on the first thing he saw, an intricate design of beadwork and crystal that was in front of him. Tiny gold stars were scattered on a black sateen gown. They clustered at the top hem of the dress and sporadically fell towards the bottom. The back of the gown was secured by a beaded pin of a crescent moon, gracing your bare lower back. The whole gown looked like star fall plummeting in the night sky.
“Chris,” Tom whispered. “Is this whom I think it is?” Tom stared hard at your graceful figure. Not once taking his eyes off you. Chris gazed hard at you trying to see whom Tom was talking about.
“Ayee...yup. Yes, that’s her.”
“Didn’t she win the Oscar last year for…”
“Yes. I believe she did.” Chris mused.
“Is she up for anything tonight?”
“I think she’s presenting, actually.”
You gathered your dress, preparing to walk up the imposing staircase. Looking around you making sure you were not going to trip on your own outfit, you held your left hand out to steady yourself as you took that first step.
Tom, sensing you needed help, took your outstretched hand. “May I escort you up the stairs?”
The sudden voice and unexpected contact must have shocked you. You looked up at him with a startled expression and a blush on your face. A small smile graced his lips as he noted the sparkle in your eyes.
“Thank you,” you whispered, as photographers flashed their cameras at your interaction. Tom held your hand firmly as you gathered the rest of your dress in your other hand. Focused on making each step, Tom held on to you tightly, becoming the anchor you needed in such a cumbersome gown. “They must have altered this dress three times already just for me. But they can’t seem to get the length right. Even with me in heels,” you admitted shyly.
Tom laughed, finally noticing the height difference between you two. He was so used to towering over everyone, he never really gave it much thought.  “Well, it looks lovely on you. You look beautiful tonight.” You looked up suddenly at his compliment. Heat radiating down your skin. Your eyes arrested his thoughts and hitched his breathing, making him at a loss for words.
“The…uh…the dress. The dress is quite beautiful. Oh, not to say that you’re not beautiful. You are! You’re beautiful. In the dress. Oh, God. Please tell me I haven’t botched this up completely?” He stuttered, hiding his face in his palm. You laughed and squeezed his hand.
You almost fumbled at the top step, if it weren’t for him holding on to you so securely. “Thank you,” you said once again, and he reluctantly let go of you. “Good luck tonight. I hope you win,” you said, cheering him on.
“Thank you. You, too. Me too. I-I mean I hope so,” Tom stumbled on his words. You smiled at him once again, heading inside, leaving him to stare after you.
“Smooth,” Chris said, clapping Tom on his shoulder. “Real smooth.”
“Ugh, I’m a complete knob!”
“Ah, I wouldn’t worry about it. I don’t think she noticed,” Chris said laughing.
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Inside, the auditorium was stuffy and pompous. Two hours of everyone with their forged smiles and mock interests. Scarlet did manage to get Tom to sit next to her. She mentioned a friend of a friend who’s a writer for a late-night talk show in Los Angeles. Tom tried his best to be courteous but not commit to anything serious.
Minutes. Hours. They seem to drag by as the night continued up until it was time to announce Best Female Performance in a Leading Role. Tom knew you weren’t nominated for anything tonight, but that didn’t stop him from wondering where you were.
Were you sitting somewhere in the audience with other nominees? Or perhaps you were backstage mingling with some of tonight’s winners. It wouldn’t be long now till they got to the category he was nominated for, which made him nervous.
The heat in the room suddenly increased tenfold and the noise of the audience started to echo in his mind. Their clapping died down as the winner was announced and accepted her award. Focus on one thing. Focus on one thing. He closed his eyes as he took a lungful of air in. Breathing slowly.
Exhaling, Tom opened his eyes and suddenly everything else disappeared. Every sound went silent. Every light dimmed, focusing on a central spotlight on stage. And all he could see was you.
You walked out, unaccompanied, to the soundtrack of your award-winning movie. Tom watched you carefully, knowing full well that you were anxious about your dress and stumbling. With a cool look and a smile on your face, you hid your anxiety about tripping. You demonstrated exactly why you were worthy of that Oscar last year. Carefully taking a calculated step toward the podium and ignoring your long, imposing gown.
“Last year, I was very fortunate to stand up on this very stage and accept the award for Best Female Performance in a Leading Role…”
Tom tried to focus on you, instead of the nagging anxiety that was wracking his brain. Your gown had taken on a different hue under the bright spotlights. It had turned to a rich navy blue. The sequences on the stars shone brighter, glittering to gather everyone’s attention.
“This evening will be another night of firsts for me as I present the award for Best Male Performance in a Leading Role.” Tom was awestruck as he watched you on stage. Your smile was charming, and your laughter was contagious.
Tom heard you say his name twice that night. Once when you were reading the nominees. And the next, when you announced that he won. Chris and Scarlett patted him on the back and tried to wake him from his stupor.
“Mate, you better get up there,” Chris whispered, hugging him on his way. Tom was mesmerized. He couldn’t believe that he won. His nervousness threatened to eat him up whole as he stood up and made his way onstage. He remained focused on you instead, clapping for him as he made his way up more stairs.  You handed him his statue along with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
All at once, he faced the audience and didn’t know what to say. “I- uh…” Tom held on to the statue tightly and looked back at you.  You gave him a reassuring smile and he found that your calming presence helped alleviate his anxiety. “I wasn’t expecting to win tonight. Forgive me, I had no speech prepared,” Tom continued as the audience laughed.
He concluded his speech with thanks to the Academy, other nominees, and his friends and family for all their support.  
After a rousing applause, he made his way to follow you off the stage. He’d hoped to escort you like earlier and have another intimate moment with you. As you turned, your foot caught on the front of the dress causing you to fall forward.
In a heroic move, Tom sprinted to your side and caught you. His arms wrapped around your waist as you turned right-side up. He lunged forward before you fell to the floor, cradling your head.
There was a collective gasp from the audience as they watched the scene unfold. A heated blush spread throughout your body.
“Are you all right?” he asked, alarmed.
“Oh, my God. Yes! Thank you,” you stuttered, holding onto his lapels tightly.
“Of course, darling,” he said as he helped you stand back up.
“You seemed to be saving me a great deal tonight,” you gave him an apologetic look as you ran your hands over your dress. Tom offered his arm, and you gladly took it, hoping you wouldn’t trip again. “Oh, God. I’m so embarrassed. I must’ve looked like an idiot out there.”
“Nonsense, you look magnificent,” Tom replied, kissing your hand.
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Tom sat in the dining area of the hotel room. Bright morning light shone through the windows as he read the newspapers and magazines sent to the room, along with the room service. It seemed that all anyone talked about was your tumble from last night and how he caught you. Rumors began to spread as everyone gave their opinions on the matter.
“Did Hiddleston win more than just an Oscar last night?” “Secret Relationship: How long have they been together?” “Was it staged?” These were not the headlines he was expecting to read this morning. A small smile crept on his face seeing all the pictures from different angles.
A soft moan stole his attention as you wrapped your arms around from behind him. “Come back to bed.” You gently kissed his neck, and he could still smell the lingering perfume in your hair.
“I ordered breakfast for us, darling,” he said with a soft whimper.
“How very thoughtful of you,” you teased. Tom grabbed your arm and pulled you around to sit on his lap. He noted that you were wearing nothing but his dress shirt from last night. The sleeves were rolled up and the tails sat just at your knees. You were swimming in his shirt, a look that he was starting to like more and more. Your tousled morning hair reminded him of the carnal way you both took each other last night.
“…Unnhh…” you moaned as he hoisted you against the wall. “Take this infernal dress off me. Please.” “With pleasure,” he snarled.
You sat with your legs over the handrest of the chair as you picked up the papers and read them. A scowl formed on your face the more you read. “I’m sorry, Tom. All this over me falling. I didn’t mean to take away from your big night.”
“That’s quite all right darling. As far as I’m concerned they can keep reporting it all they want.”
You looked at him through your lashes. His tall frame and long arms surround you, cherishing you.
“Why?” you asked coyly.
“Because in every picture, I get to see that mesmerizing look on your face.”
“What look?” you provoked.
“The same look I had on my face when I caught you.”
“And what was that?” you giggled.
“Like you were the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”
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insanityclause · 8 months
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Zawe Ashton got some firsthand Marvel insight when she signed on to play the villain in The Marvels.
Known for films like Velvet Buzzsaw and Mr. Malcolm's List, the British actress is joining the Marvel Cinematic Universe as Kree revolutionary Dar-Benn, facing off against Brie Larson, Teyonah Parris, and Iman Vellani. In EW's new cover story on The Marvels, Ashton explains that she had long hoped to work with director Nia DaCosta and jumped at the chance to suit up as a supervillain.
While preparing for the role, Ashton got some advice from another Marvel villain: her fiancé Tom Hiddleston, who's played trickster god Loki since 2011.
"It led to some incredible conversations about his experience being part of this franchise for over a decade," Ashton, 38, tells EW in an interview conducted prior to the start of the SAG-AFTRA strike. "One of the main takeaways from our conversations was: 'What you put into Marvel, you get back.' He said, 'If you go into this with an open heart and a great work ethic and just want to provide an amazing experience for the fans, you'll have an amazing experience on those sets.' He really empowered me in that way."
Ashton says she and Hiddleston often try to keep their work lives separate, but she remembers one particularly fun day when he helped her rehearse a Marvels scene. Afterward, they looked under their kitchen table to see their confused dog, wondering why two terrifying Marvel villains were loudly running lines above him.
Plus, Ashton adds, Hiddleston had some additional pointers for when she got to set.
"He also had some very good practical advice, which was: Make sure you have enough zippers to go to the bathroom in your costume," she says with a laugh. "Which is very good advice, I realize now."
Ashton stars in The Marvels as Dar-Benn, a Kree leader fighting to restore her home after a lengthy civil war. (It's a new, expanded take on the character, who has a minor role in the comics and was originally written as a man.) Ashton trained for weeks, learning to properly wield Dar-Benn's imposing war hammer, and in the film, she clashes with Larson's Captain Marvel, Parris' Monica Rambeau, and Vellani's Ms. Marvel.
"It's this all-female sci-fi extravaganza, with a woman on the other side of the camera," Ashton adds. "I felt very moved, actually, being involved in it. It's not an environment you're often in — a huge-budget movie with all these badass women and Samuel L. Jackson. That just doesn't happen."
The Marvels is in theaters Nov. 10. For more, read EW's full cover story on the film.
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lady-rose-moon · 1 year
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Don't wait || Tom Hiddleston x Reader ||
A/N: hello! Here's a little drabble I have come up with about announcing something special to Tommy Hiddles! I hope you enjoy it!
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Dropping the pregnancy test, your eyes staring wide as it clattered to the ground, you couldn’t believe that there were two lines on that bit of plastic. 
Two lines. Pregnant. 
You were stunned and unable to comprehend that you and Tom would be having a baby now but after almost six years of marriage and three years of trying, to get this blessing meant a happily ever after. Sure, Tom was forty-one now but he still seemed as if he was in his twenties. The man wouldn’t care about his age if he found out about your baby, he’d treat you like a Queen.
“Darling?” his voice sounded from the other side of the door, deep and rich and so alluring that your knees almost fail whenever he whispered into your ear for any reason. “Is everything alright?” he asked, knocking gently on the door, “I heard a clatter.”
You debated whether or not to tell Tom and the pro’s outweighed the cons so you picked up the pregnancy test and unlocked the door, meeting the concerned oceanic blue eyes of your husband. Slowly, you lifted the positive pregnancy test and watched as his eyes snapped to it and tears quickly formed in his eyes.
“Is that…” he stammered, a block in his throat making it difficult to speak, “are you…”
You nodded eagerly and Tom laughed before lifting you up into the air and spinning you around. “This is magnificent!” he bellowed, happily crying as he smiled up at you, “we’re having a baby!”
“Yes!” you laughed, your hands cradling his face and caressing his stubble, “a baby of our own.”
Tom took a moment to compose himself before latching his hand to yours and pulling out his phone, reserving the most expensive restaurant that he could think of and ordering fancy outfits to be delivered pronto to the house. (‘No, Luke, you don’t understand,’ Tom fussed, his eyes never leaving yours, ‘it has to be ASAP!’) 
The dinner that night in the restaurant was perfect and you were very happy to share this long awaited moment with your husband, your hand absently ghosting over your stomach regularly as you thought about how wonderful this feeling is and how special Tom has made the reveal. You’re glad you didn’t hide the secret from him.
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Lol imagine watching Star Wars with Steven and seeing Poe on screen and being like “haha, Steven Poe looks a lot like you.” And Steven, bless his heart, can’t see it
Omg yes yes yes!!!😂😂 He’d be such a sweetheart and listen you you try and prove your point, but he’d still be like “okay, sure.” And whoops my finger slipped and I wrote a little blurb in my notes on my phone and pushed all my other WIPs to the side and am currently posting to post😁😇
I Don’t See It (Steven Grant x Reader One-Shot Drabble)
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Steven furrows his brows when he tilts his head to hand you the bowl of popcorn. He had noticed that you had been looking back and forth at him out of the corner of his eye for a while, but your prolonged stare as the television illuminates your face piques his curious mind.
“What is it, love?” he smirks softly, his coffee brown eyes trying to read you.
“What do you mean, ‘what’?” you return, taking a handful of the snack and munching on it. “C’mon, hon. You’re telling me you don’t see it?”
“Don’t see what?” he asks again, lightly licking his lips as his brain works at light speed to try and piece together what you’re trying to get across.
“You look just like Poe!” you giggle.
“Are you having a laugh?”
“I’m serious! You could be twins: the beautiful brown eyes, the strong, handsome jawline, the fluffy hair? I mean, sure, your hair is a bit more curly, but, it looks just as soft as yours is.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you like him just as much as me,” Steven chuckles as you lean forward, running your fingers through his hair to part it like the actor in the film. As your fingers comb though his hair, someone of the more prominent curls on his head become less defined and more like Poe’s. Pulling out your phone, you quickly snap a picture of Steven and pause the film at just the right moment. “C’mon, hon. Tell me now you don’t see it,” you say as he looks between the phone and the screen.
“Sure, he’s a handsome bloke—and I know you think I’m quite dishy—but believe me when I say there is no resemblance between us,” Steven persists with a soft smile. “Marc and Jake say they don’t see it either. We look different and sound different.”
You cheekily shake your head and roll your eyes, clicking the play button on the remote and snuggling down on Steven’s chest. “Whatever you handsome men say,” you breathe, tossing some more popcorn in your mouth. “Whatever you say.”
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Mistaken: An Arranged Marriage Bratva Romance, by Arianna Fraser (aka @caffiend-queen )
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Look what arrived last night!!! Written by our very own brilliant @caffiend-queen !!
I love the cover my dear. But of course we all know that our main anti-hero / dastardly villain / antagonistic Adonis REALLY looks like, don't we y'all.
The REAL Maksim Morozov
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I continue to ramble and swoon over this book and its characters after the break below. I've chosen gifs to fit my mental picture and a theme song I've assigned to @caffiend-queen 's book.
Walking with his bodyguard.
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Always on the phone.
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Weight of society's underbelly rests on his shoulders. Wide wide broad muscular shoulders that block out the sun when he towers over his beautiful Ella Givens, our brilliant protagonist and heroine in this story.
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And the Real Yuri Morozov - Maksim's second hand man and cheeky loyal brother.
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Don't forget, he's Maksim's right hand man. So dangerous!! *Gulp.
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He's the personable friendly brother. He's the lucky one who doesn't have to strike fear in everyone ALL THE TIME. He's allowed to smile and laugh sometimes. OMG I WANT TO FUCK THE BROTHER! I'm Team Yuri all the way!! Am I allowed to call out a Team Yuri?
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Damn. It would have been so much easier to pick out the right image if the characters were simple and two dimensional. RIGHT?
But like all of @caffiend-queen 's characters - these two men - two terrifying, beautiful, brave, ruthless, loyal, sexy, kinky, fucked up, violent, infuriating men have a lifetime of experiences that add up to who they are today. There are so many moods, so many hats, so many roles they play with every different character, who they are to them, how they act with them. How much they reveal and when. When do they let their guard down versus when they don't. In the end, the men are just living roles they were dealt within the world they were born into. Trying to survive, thrive even, and take care of their family.
OMG.... The ACTION SCENES!! This is so intense I've been on the edge of my seat!
Y'all gotta read this!!!
Check in with @caffiend-queen for info. It hit the 'bookshelves' just this month. Both e-book and the hard copy. I love it!
One morning I heard the PERFECT theme song for the chapters I'd been reading the night before. The entire drive to school and back I had to play it multiple times. (And it's now my son's favorite song, so he has been requesting it specifically each car ride for a couple weeks. It goes to say that the whole family can sing it word for word by this point.)
I'm so excited to have all y'all listen to it and tell me if you can see the intense action scenes from the book play out in your mind like they do in mine when this song plays. Please let me know what you think??
Give And Take, by Poor Man's Poison.
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Someday I'm gonna show up on your doorstep, @caffiend-queen , with a huge box of all your books I've collected over the years for you to sign for me. :-) I can't wait!
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Therapy Fit for a God Chapter 28
“Loki/OFC Rated E: Trigger Warnings: Smut, Sex, Oral Sex, Angst, talk of suicide, therapy, unhealthy family dynamics, mention of torture and mind control, touch starved, drinking, memory loss.
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26, Chapter 27
Loki’s plans to conquer and rule Midgard have come to a disastrous end. After being captured by the Avengers, he is being held on Earth. Odin has refused to interfere, and the outlook for the God of Mischief appear bleak. His only hope may lie in one mortal woman, a Psychiatric expert brought in to interrogate him.
Dr. Caroline Thorpe is intrigued by Loki and thinks that more lies beneath his actions than is commonly known. Can she find out the truth before he is shipped off to die for crimes against the Earth? And can Loki bring himself to care?
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The Norns knew that Loki's patience had been tested over the years. After all, he had grown up with Thor. He liked to think that he was perfectly capable of calmly waiting for the pieces to fall into place as others struggled to catch up to realizations he had already come to long before.
That said, if Caroline and his parents did not soon join them, he was fully prepared to storm his mother's sitting room and drag them all out.
"You can pace if you like, it makes no difference to me."
Loki glared over to where the ancient Healer was sitting. He could not deny that he longed to do just as she suggested and wear a rut in the highly polished marble floor, but he refused to give in to the temptation. Not that he was fooling her or himself, of course. Between his fingers drumming on the arms of his chair and constantly adjusting the position of his legs, Loki was as fidgety as wolf pup in thunder storm.
"I am fine, thank you," was all he said, grinding his teeth when the woman gave him a look that clearly said she knew he was lying.
At least in the beginning he had been distracted as Eir rooted around in his head. The sensation had not been physically unpleasant, but Loki was far from comfortable with sharing the secrets of his mind with anyone. The woman had made small noises as she prodded with her seidr, causing odd surges of emotions he could not explain. At last, she had sighed and removed her hands from where they had been sunk into his hair.
"Not unworkable," was all she had said.
"Perhaps you could distract me," he suggested now, tilting back his heavy wooden chair to a dangerous angle. She had lived long enough, she must have stories.
"I thought that was the job of your little Midgardian girl," Eir replied.
"I did not mean... that is to say... I was not implying..."
"Relax, Princeling," Eir laughed, though not unkindly. "You are far too young for my taste."
"Just exactly how old are you?" he asked, words escaping before he could think better of them. Why did she put his so on the back foot? "Forgive me, that was unpolite of me."
"I am far too old to be offended by your asking," she said with a wave of her hand.
"Well then?" he prompted; curiosity roused.
"I don't really remember any longer," she told him with a shrug. "I have been a Healer since before Odin ascended to the throne."
"Implying you were once something else?"
"Oh, many things," she said vaguely.
"Such as?" really, could she not humor him and take his mind off of the fact that others were deciding his fate?
"A Valkyrie, for one."
"Truly?" Now that was interesting!
"You look surprised. I was not always old, you know. Yes, I was one of Bor's generals. For millennia I helped defend Asgard and its throne from all who sought to challenge it."
"From Valkyrie to Healer? That is quite a turn."
"Not as much as you might think. To take a life is easier than to save it, but to do either well requires a basis in the same basic knowledge. You must remember as well, Valkyries do not just give battle, they ferry the soles of the glorious dead to Valhalla. It is in itself a form of care for the wounded."
It made sense in a twisted sort of way. He could see it in her, too. The iron straight posture, the air of command, give her a winged horse and a Dragon Fang blade and Loki would not want to face her on the battlefield.
"So, what led to your change of heart?" he asked.
"Your grandfather declared war on the Jotunheim."
"I was told that Odin vanquished the Jotun," the Nine knew he had heard the story often enough.
"And so he did," Eir confirmed. "But that was hardly the first time the two realms went to war. Subjugation or extermination of the Frost Giants has a long history with the royal family."
"And what? You feared to face the cruel might of the Jotuns?"
"Why should I fear my own kin?"
"I beg your pardon?"
It was rare that something caught Loki completely off guard, but Eir's pronouncement, so calmly made, had his jaw dropping to the floor. He would have thought that she was jesting, but in his experience that was not in her nature. Yet she sat there so calm, returning his stare with an easy continence.
"It is not as though it was a secret," Eir shrugged. "My maternal grandmother Ygonda was a Jotun Princess. You need not look so horrified, Princeling. Such things were much more common back in the early days. My grandfather was an ambassador to the Jotunheim; we had still had diplomatic relations at the time. The story goes that one look at Ygonda and he was hopelessly besotted. It took some time, and from what I understand an intensive series of vocal lessons, but in the end, he wooed and won the Ice Princess."
"But they are so savage -"
"Asgardian propaganda," Eir waved away his characterization. "I lived with the Jotuns for quite some time in my younger days."
"You did?" even the possibility of such a thing was inconceivable in the world they lived in now.
"It was when I was in training to become a Valkyrie. I had mastered Asgardian methods of fighting, but that alone was not enough to be selected for their exalted ranks. I was a quarter Jotun, and my grandmother had long since returned to her homeland. While her marriage had been passionate, she never felt quite at home here. Our people can be less then welcoming to those who are different, even if they are royalty. I reached out to Ygonda and she was happy to welcome me into her home."
"What was it like?" Loki was fascinated.
"Strange at first, but I adapted quickly. My focus was on battle and fighting techniques, of course. I was not as large as they were, of course, but I was fast. They taught me how to fight with the spears they prefer, and how to over awe your enemy. On top of that, I was enthralled by their healing magic. It was the first time I had ever dabbled in the restorative arts, and I loved the challenge it provided, a battle of its own you might say."
"I never even suspected," Loki shook his head as he stared at her.
"It is not something I advertise these days, relations between the two realms being what they were. When I was forced to choose sides, I realized that as much as I loved my Jotun family, my home was on Asgard. That being said, I am aware of how small-minded our people can be. Asgardians are proud, and not quick to be welcoming to anyone seen as different."
Loki knew firsthand how true that could be. He was a Prince of the Realm and yet he had never felt welcomed by his people. How much harder must it have been for someone of another race all together?
He took a long, hard look at Eir now. She had always seemed a giant to him, if not in the literal sense. There was a slight bluish tint to her skin, and if he looked for it, he could just make out raised lines on her forehead. A Frost Giant, here among the Gods on Asgard? He never would have thought it possible.
A wave of vertigo swept through him, causing him to lower his head into his hands.
"Prince Loki, are you quite well?" she asked.
"Fine," he said shortly. "But the sooner we fix whatever it is that is wrong with my memory, the happier I will be."
"I hope you are correct," she said. After a moment, she added "If, when we are finished with your procedure, you find yourself in need of a friendly ear, my office is always open to you."
"Why?" he asked, taken aback.
"I have always thought you were worth more than most of the youth of Asgard," she told him. "In a few millennia, you might even make a competent healer."
From anyone else he would have been offended, but he was aware enough to realize that for Eir this was the height of flattery.
"I will keep that in mind," he said with a nod. "If I don't go mad waiting for the others to join us."
"I forget sometimes what it is like to be young," she said with a sigh. "I am extremely glad I am past those days."
Loki almost wished that he was past them as well. Giving up his best intentions, he pushed himself from the chair. Eir had opened herself up to him, he no longer felt the need to hide his own feelings. Pushing his hair back from his high forehead, he began to pace the bounds of the room.
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"Finally!"
Caroline had barely stepped in the room when Loki pounced at them. He had been on his feet, and from the looks of him he was about to tear the room apart. He walked towards her now, claiming her hands and bringing them to his lips to kiss her knuckles. Oh, she was a sucker for that!
"Sorry it took so long," she said, voice sounding a bit flustered even from that relatively innocent contact.
"Well?" he demanded, looking from her to where his parents stood tall beside her.
"I do not like this," Odin pronounced, as usual speaking louder than room required. She was beginning to see where Thor's way of speaking came from. "In my view of things, this loss of memory is a blessing. If you have indeed been tortured as this woman has led us to believe, why would you wish to recall such a thing?"
"I believe I can blur the worst of his pain," Eir spoke before Loki could form an answer.
Caroline was glad for the Healer's intervention. She had used everything she could think of to persuade the God, but Odin had been reluctant at best to go along with the path everyone else saw as the obvious choice. Finally, with Frigga's help, she had gotten him to the point where he agreed to allow Loki and Eir to decide. She only hoped he would stick with that decision long enough for the procedure to take place.
"What do you have in mind?" Frigga asked, looping her hand through her husband's arm.
"Now that I know that the Mind Stone was the cause of much of his torment, I can filter through his thoughts looking for its signature overriding his own brain pathways. Once I have that time period isolated, I can completely remove the block we placed on either side of it."
"I want to remember all of it," Loki insisted stubbornly.
"I am getting to that," Eir told him. "With your mother's help, I believe I can lift the mental block while leaving the emotional dampening in place. This will allow the prince to recall the facts of his past without the hurt he suffered."
"That sounds ideal!" Caroline beamed at the old Goddess.
"Excellent, let's do that then. When do we start?" Loki asked, eagerness written all over him.
"Not in the middle of the night," Frigga admonished him.
"We are all here now," Loki protested.
"I am not going to perform, or even assist on, work on my son's brain at anything less than one hundred percent. You will also want to be at your strongest, fully rested, for the procedure. I suggest we all get as much rest as remains this night and meet in Eir's offices tomorrow at midday."
"That is acceptable," Eir nodded. "Your Majesties, Princeling, I bid you goodnight."
Caroline tried not to be offended that she was completely left out of the woman's farewells. After all, she was hardly royalty. Still, she was hopeful that Loki would not want to linger here once he was back in possession of his memories. Assuming, of course, that he still wanted to remain with her at that point.
"You will think carefully about this, Loki," Odin instructed, glaring at his son. "There is still time to change your mind."
"My mind is set."
"Why don't you go get some sleep," Frigga suggested again, clearly wanting to hold off any impending arguments.
"Very well," Loki sighed, offering her is arm. "Caroline?"
"Hold!" Odin snapped. "You will not bring that woman back to your chambers."
"You can't be serious!" Loki bristled.
"This is the Royal Palace of Asgard, not a village tavern. She has no place here. Your mother can find her a bed in the servant's hall."
"Odin," Frigga pleaded.
"Caroline is not a servant," Loki insisted. "She is my intended."
Well, that was news to Caroline! And to Loki's true self, if it came down to it. Yes, he cared for her, but they had hardly had time to discuss anything of any permanence. Despite all of these mental protestations, Caroline could not help the thrill that passed through her as he spoke the hot, possessive words.
"She is no such thing! Such an idea is the height of lunacy. A phoenix does not mate with a moth after all."
"I love her, father."
"You don't even know her!"
"Even still."
"Loki, it is alright," Caroline said, swallowing a lump in her throat.
As angry as she was at Odin's treatment of her, she did not want to antagonize him to the point where he changed his mind on Loki's procedure. They just had to get his memories restored, and then they could escape from Asgard and Loki's tyrant of a father.
"It is not alright. I will not have you disrespected."
"Perhaps a compromise," Frigga once more attempted to play peacemaker. "Caroline is a guest, and as such I agree with Loki that it would not be suitable to lodge her with the servants. However, Loki needs all the rest he can get. I will therefore have a guest chamber prepared for her. It should not take more than a few moments."
"I will sleep better with her beside me."
Caroline loved the intention behind his declaration, but she knew that in this case it might actually not be true. It had been hard enough to keep him at arm's length earlier, if they spent all night (or what remained of it) pressed against each other, how long until her resistance gave way, and she threw herself on top of him?
"As much as I want to be there," she said, looking up into his eyes, "your mother is right. When I am next in your arms, I do not intend for either of us to get any rest at all."
It was a bold statement, particularly spoken as it was in front of his very disapproving father, but Caroline knew her Prince. A heat kindled in his eyes and she felt his pulse quicken to match hers. She could not be sure, but she almost thought she heard a rumbling noise like a growl deep in his chest.
"Very well," he said at last. "I expect the room that she is given to be suitable for one of the highest rank."
"Of course," Frigga agreed quickly. "Caroline, if you come with me, I will escort you."
Caroline gave a small gasp as, ignoring his mother for the moment, Loki pulled her into his arms. His kiss was slow, long, and hot, promising all sorts of things that she could not wait to collect on. Part way through, she vaguely heard Odin snort and storm out of the room, but she could barely be bothered to notice, so consumed was she with Loki's embrace.
"You have made your point, and he is gone," Frigga said at last.
Caroline sighed with regret as Loki pulled back at last placing one last chaste kiss to her nose.
"That was not to make a point," Loki spoke in a raspy voice, eyes locked with Caroline's. "That was to make a promise. Sleep well, my love. It will be your last alone.
For those interested, I did some research on Eir before writing this chapter. It turns out that in myths she is referenced at different points as being a Valkyrie and being Jotun. This seemed such a wonderful opportunity for this story, I just had to give her this history here.
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jobean12-blog · 1 year
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Respect the Loafs!
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 602
Summary: You need to run to the store to grab something for your nightly routine...Bucky says no. 
Author’s Note: My friend sent me this tik tok HERE and I just thought it was so hilarious so I had to do it with our Bucky because he would so pull this! haha Hope you all enjoy, thank you so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet @firefly-in-darkness thank you lovely🥰
Warnings: Fluffy fun 
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“Hey Buck, I have to run to the store really quick. Do you need anything?”
He looks up from his spot on the couch and lays his book on his chest, his eyebrows raised.
“Now?” he asks, looking at the time. “It’s late.”
“It’s only 8:30pm,” you giggle. “It’s not late.”
“No,” he states with a shake of his head as his finger points out the window to the city lights that shine brightly against the dark sky.
“No what?” you ask, narrowing your eyes. “No…you don’t need anything?”
“No you’re not going anywhere. It’s dark out.”
“So? I need my face wash.”
“Use my soap,” he says as he picks up his book up again.
“No. I want my face wash. I’m going.”
He drops the book again and stares at you.
“No. We can get it tomorrow morning.”
“Bucky.”
“Doll.”
“I’m going.”
“Don’t be a brat.”
“Brat…I’m not…oh my god Bucky!”
“You can’t go out now! It’s too late and it’s dark. You’ll get stolen.”
“Stolen!” Your mouth falls open before you huff, “I will not be stolen.”
He keeps staring, his expression getting grumpier by the second.
“Yes. You will be,” he states, setting the book down and standing from the couch.
“I will not! And anyway I have my pepper spray.”
“What will pepper spray do?” he asks, arms crossed over his chest. “Have you ever seen the movie Taken?”
“Have you?” you ask in a mocking tone, matching his stance.
“Yeah…Stevie made me watch it.”
“Bucky. This is our neighborhood.”
“And? What does that have to do with anything doll?”
He walks closer.
“I’m coming with you. You can’t go out by yourself.”
“This isn’t 1940 Barnes. I can take care of myself.”
“Doll face,” he murmurs, gathering you in his arms. “I know that but I’d rather come with you.”
“Fine. But you have to buy me chocolate.”
“All the chocolate you want,” he says before kissing your lips.
“And don’t call me a brat.”
“But you are a brat,” he croons, trying to shush you with more kisses.
“Not for wanting to go buy my face wash,” you say in between kisses.
“You just don’t like to listen to me,” he teases, tightening his hold on you.
“I do like making you grumpy,” you wink before digging your teeth into your bottom lip. “You’re extra cute when you’re grumpy.”
He smiles wide, erasing all grumpiness from his expression.
With a giggle you pepper his scruffy cheek with kisses. “Still cute Buck.”
“Going out by yourself in the middle of the night,” he mumbles into your neck, ignoring your playful words. “Someone will just grab you up and boop,” he continues as he let’s you go and makes the motion of picking something up and dropping it into his pocket.
“That’s all it would take!” he grumbles.
“Fine,” you laugh. “You’re paying.”
He grabs his hoodie and throws it over your shoulders, waiting until you push your arms through before he zips it up.  Your mouth turns up into a grin as you watch him walk over to the couch, going on with his mutterings as he starts to slip on his loafers.
“What are those?”
He turns to you, his eyebrows drawn in. “My loafs.”
“No,” you say pointedly. “I’m going by myself.”
His mouth falls open and he glares at you disbelief.
“Respect the loafs doll! Let’s go.”
You huff and roll your eyes, making a disgruntled face at his feet before lifting your chin and stomping passed him.
He ushers you out the door and leans down to whisper in your ear. “Brat.”
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lokiforever · 11 months
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New teachers at School 🏫❤️
A/N : Sorry guys I forgot to mention the reader and her best friend live together in an apartment
Chapter 2
Tom : For the first thing please call me Tom when we're alone and for another......
Knock Knock
Tom : Excuse me
Tom opens the door slightly
Tom :Hello mate, mornin' miss Carter
Jk: Hey!!
Y/B/F/N: Morning, Professor
Tom : What brings you here?
Mr Jungkook : I was going to the library so I thought you would like to join...
Tom : Oh, I'd love to...but I have to discuss the teaching assistant thing with miss Y/L/N
Tom opens the door further so you were now visible
Y/N : Hello, professor
Jk: Hello, Miss Y/L/N
Jk : She can also join, anyways miss Carter would also be joining us.
Tom : Oh, that's great. Let's go!
Jungkook : Mmhmm
In the library
Tom : So girls are you having any issues with any of the topics in History, English or Science?
Y/N : Thank you so much, Professor. But, no, everything is clear. All thanks to you both.
Y/B/F/N:Thank you, professor. Me neither...
Tom : Anytime!
The rest 1 hr passes by, discussing some Shakespeare and reading.
*After I hour *
Mr. Jk : Miss Carter?
Y/B/F/N : Yes, professor?
Jungkook : I think we should go now......we have to discuss tomorrow's timetable, remember?
Y/B/F/N: Oh, yeah... Right. Let's go.
Jk: I gotta go. Bye Hiddles
Tom : Ok, Bye Kook
They give each other a quick nod and a friendly /manly hug.
After a few minutes......
Tom : Uhhh..... Miss Y/L/N?
Y/N : Yes, Mr Hiddleston?
Tom : May we go to my office, if you'd be comfortable there? Otherwise it's fine, we can sit here ...
Y/N : No,no it's fine. We can go to your office.
Tom : Ok then, let's go
God, this man!!!!!! How can someone be so perfect? He is just amazing. Not to mention the fact that he resembles very much to Loki, your mcu crush and comfort character. 'He's your professor y/n for God's sake ' you thought.
In Mr Hiddleston's office
Tom : Miss Y/L/N, tell me about yourself cuz as we will be working together, we should know each other.
Y/N : Firstly please call me Y/N.
Tom : Mmhmm
Y/N : Uhhhhhh..... I like to draw, cook, I recently started writing. I hate it when people put fake allegations against me and my favorite color is not specific.......but I guess we can say black.
Tom : Really?! I'd love to see one of your works someday....
'No you wouldn't cuz they are about you only....and Loki I only write fan fictions!!' . It was only when your professor's soothing voice snapped you out of your thoughts.
Tom : Y/N??
Y/N : Y-Yeah, s-sure why not?
Two more hours pass by, discussing the syllabus and even talking about your and his interests.
*After two hours *
You yawn
Tom : I guess it's enough for today..... Would you like to go to the cafeteria for some tea, coffee or something to eat? It'll be on me.......maybe cuz it's your first day as my teaching assistant
Y/N : Tom you really don't have to -
Tom : Please, I insist!
Y/N : Ok, fine
*At the cafeteria*
Tom and you were standing at the counter.
Tom : Hello, I'd like an Earl gray, please.
Y/N : Hey.A cup of hot chocolate , thank you!
You both took your orders and headed to the tables and couch. There you met someone.....
Y/N : Hey, Mr Jungkook. Hi, Y/B/F/N.
Tom : Hi Kook, Miss Carter *nod*
Both of them greeted you back. They were sitting on the couch, talking, smiling and laughing.
Mr. Jungkook : Miss Carter was a little tired, so I thought a cup of coffee could help.
Tom : It indeed was a long day.
After finishing your drinks you all headed out and said your goodbyes. You and your best friend sat in your car and returned to your shared apartment.
In your apartment
Y/N : So, how was your day, my dear?!
Y/B/F/N: Couldn't be better!! How about yours?!
Y/N : Amazing!! Though I frequently had to remind myself that I can't fawn over my professor 😂😂😂
Y/B/F/N and you start laughing and talking about your days
********* TIME SKIP *********
'November ; time for the annual feast '
You and your best friend were getting ready for the annual feast. It was an amazing event ; dance, food, drinks and dresses.
Your dress 👇🏻
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You let your hairs down in waves and wore some plain black heels and a simple makeup ;neither too much nor too less. You were taking your car for going there but your bestie had to go to her mother after the feast, so she'd be taking a cab.
*At the feast *
Tom and Jungkook's jaw dropped after seeing you both and your by seeing Tom. Same was with your best friend except the fact that she was enchanted by Jungkook and you by Tom.
You were standing in the middle of the hall with a drink in your hand. A guy named David was constantly trying to make conversation with you. But oh lord, you could already sense the negative vibes from him. It was when Tom came to the rescue. God bless him!
Tom : Would you mind if I steal miss y/l/n for a minute, Mr. Richard?
David Richard : Of course not, professor. Take your time!
You followed Tom untill that David guy was no longer in veiw.
Tom : You look ravishing today, my dear!
You blush at the compliment
Y/N : You don't look any less either, Professor.
Tom extends his hand for you to take it. From the corner of your eyes you could see that your friend already found someone. You were really happy for her.
Tom : May I have this dance, my lady?
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lulubelle814 · 6 months
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Just Dizziness - Chapter 7
This continued on. Sarah even got me a hiddles mood shirt she found on etsy.
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"I thought you might like it."
She was right. I loved it! It started becoming one of my favorite things to wear.
Finally, one day she convinced me to go with her to grab ice cream from the corner store. It felt good to get out, get fresh air, not that I would admit it.
"Please come back...." I heard faintly. I looked around but couldn't see anyone. I figured there was someone maybe on their phone a few aisles away and went to go find my friend.
"I love you so much." Hearing the same voice again, I looked around. I swear it sounded like the same man I heard at home, but it couldn't be. Maybe it was? Maybe it was a new neighbor? That's it. That's what it had to be.
"Did you find everything?" The cashier asked us.
"Pretty much. It's so quiet in here. Where is everyone?"
"It happens sometimes, but today has been weirdly quiet. You two are the only ones to come in here for the past hour. "
I listened to the exchange between Sarah and the cashier. That couldn't be. I heard someone just a few minutes ago.  Once the groceries were paid for, we gathered our shopping bags and headed back to the apartment.
With new ice cream and other goodies now in our possession, I armed myself with what I was willing to snack on (that would get my bestie off my back) and went back to my usually scheduled program.
When I woke up the next day, I could hear soft singing.
All I want is nothing more
To hear you knocking at my door'
Cause if I could see your face once more
I could die a happy man I'm sure
I slowly opened my eyes, but the singing faded away. I swear it was the same voice but dismissed it.  It was probably just a dream, anyways.
Sarah had been doing some thinking and thought she would try to get me out of the apartment more often like yesterday.  "How about we run to the coffee shop? We can get your favorite drink, maybe a pastry, and then come back? "
I thought for a moment and then nodded in agreement. It was nice getting out, and the fresh air did feel nice.  We got ready and headed to the nearby coffee shop. There was a short line which was nice.  I didn’t really feel like waiting. When it was time to order, she ordered for us both.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
I looked around for the person quoting Shakespeare but couldn't find anyone who seemed to match the voice. It was, again, the same voice that seemed to be following me.  As quick as it came, it left again.  I already thought I was going crazy before. A mysterious male voice seemed to fit right in. I laughed to myself at the step up in my situation.
Soon enough, my order was ready, and we headed back.  When we stepped out of the cafe, I spotted a bookstore I had completely forgotten about. I grabbed my friend's hand and pulled her to it.  She didn't even attempt to struggle, excited that I wanted to stop somewhere else.
Going inside, the smell of the books was so nice. I spotted Ballard's book High Rise and decided to get it.  She looked happy to see me get something different to read, seemingly forgetting there was a movie version of the book with my favorite actor.
Chapter 8
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