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oncewhenalongtimeago · 7 months

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Do you do requests? If not u can ignore this. Do u know how people say that a hero would save the world over u, when a villain would save u? That w Hiccup. Like Hiccup having to choose between saving y/n or others and he doesn’t choose y/n and then believes she’s dead. That would be the final straw for her and she would eventually start a relationship w the dragon hunters.

Can u tell I love angst😭

Castoff

Pairing: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Fem!Villain!Reader

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The gentle brush of fingertips as they slip apart, the pounding of blood as his heart falls out of your grasp. Those are feelings you are familiar with. Your relationship is one made up of meanings searched for where they are not, a deep care uprooted by a raging current and a single, meaningful mistake.

Tags: Angst, fem!reader, heartbreak, villain reader, unresolved insecurity, anger, canon divergent, first part?, suggestive content, RTTE, Httyd 2, 'Always the Angel, Never the God' adjacent

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He knew before she did. You knew just as long as him. It wasn’t the kind of thing you or anyone else talked about, really, not to anyone but your parents and your true meant-to-be. But it was there. And you knew for the longest time that they were meant for eachother.

You didn’t know that it would have ever ended. Yet somehow, supposedly, it did. You still felt like an outlier, though. Your heart was his for so long that to see them together felt like a betrayal, and to be with him now felt like a betrayal of that.

You saw the look in his eyes, you watched them treat each other so familiarly, watched the others close in around them, perhaps looking to share in the joyful atmosphere, knowing that should you step into the light, the moment would be ruined.

You stepped away from the half open door, back into the darkness of the cabin, wondering how they could be so happy together even after the raid, a skirmish so tough and violent with some new dragon hunters from outside the area, unlike any of the ones you’d dealt with before.

There was true love, romantic love and meant-to-be love.

Brown armor, red shirt, green eyes. Hands held gently, preciously out for your own.

For the longest time, you didn’t have a love, true or meant-to-be. Well, you had a love that was certain to be true, but wrong in that it was made for someone who’d already given his heart to another. A heart that he’d, supposedly, taken back.

Now, you wondered what sort of love he held for you.

You made to reach out, but instead you turned away, missing the look of hurt you knew you would be there. You couldn’t, not with any of the others around.

You didn’t miss the hushed conversation, carried on just the same as it was earlier but in lower tones, the small looks shared between them, the unsaid idea that maybe you just weren’t right. That you were a bad pair.

You knew what would greet you if you looked back; the hurt in his eyes, the loose brows, the slight disappointed tilt of his lips.

You furrowed your brows. You let him down again.

But it didn’t feel right, to love and share love, especially with her so closely there. With the ghost of them ever so present. It filled you with shame.

There was no bitterness held, only guilt born from many nights spent awake condemning yourself for your yearning. It was something you’d long since accepted was meant only for the dark of night, when no one else was awake enough to hear your heart flutter.

You still felt as if he was hers, that you were encroaching on something you weren’t supposed to have. It was a messy situation. They ended amicably, you’d been feeling terribly for a long, long time. You wondered if the feeling, the bone-deep hate for yourself, would ever go away, like you’d dreamed.

You had to stop and wonder when Hiccup the Useless became Hiccup and Useless.

You buried your head into your knees, tired of staring out over the windy clifftop. No number of waves or gusts of wind could brush away your troubles.

You didn’t even miss Berk. You didn’t have a reason to go, nor one to stay. Just a floater, tethered only just so by the tattered, frayed strings of your own heart.

He was sitting next to you, a silent question on his lips, left unsaid but just as clearly heard.

You couldn’t forget how lonely you were, then and before, after he left you. A friend, somehow still physically so close and yet so far out of your reach. How quickly you were othered, how quickly you were labeled a pitiful tag-on. No amount of love, hidden nor shared, could ever make up for that.

Something tense was in the air between the two of you. You refused to give it a name, though you knew what it was just as well. It felt like the end. It felt like a new, terrible beginning. It felt like the heaviness in your gut and the slight burning of your eyes caused by the thin spray.

Your touching fingertips became more as you clutched his hand, squeezing it.

You’d always been the confidant. To have the position switched was odd, unfamiliar. Hiccup was gawky and unsure in your boots. To have your troubles laid out between the two of you, of which there were many, disturbed you. The idea felt like a violation.

So, without the words to speak them, you worked around. You found words you could speak, parts of some that were difficult and some that weren’t and strung them together like the split stems of flowers into a very nearly presentable crown.

You turned to your right, looked at him pleadingly, though you weren’t sure what you were pleading for. Nothing, everything at once, not to leave you behind, not to make you stay.

“Hiccup,” You stared hoarsely, hesitantly. It was silly, it was stupid saying it aloud. He wouldn’t, he couldn’t. He never would.

Truly, you had only one question.

“Do you love me?” You asked. He looked confused, startled.

You leaned closer. You couldn’t tell which way he moved, if he moved at all. You imagined he moved away. He waited.

He looked at you expectantly. Unsurely. Why weren’t you moving closer?

You’d never loved or been loved in any sort of way which mattered. The fact that you hadn’t felt like a burden, somehow just another reason as to why you weren’t deserving. An onerous boon that you just wanted to be rid of.

You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know if you could.

He knew what was supposed to happen next. He’d experienced it; done it and had it done many times over. You hadn’t.

You two hadn’t been that close yet, not at all, not physically. This was not a boundary the two of you had yet crossed. You shared nothing more than a few mumbled words into the neck, a few shared words in your nook, a tight embrace and hands held loosely in the quiet darkness of the night. Promises, dedications. No actions.

The others knew about it, though. They heard the declaration, quiet and uttered as if it was just a casual thing. For him it was. You said nothing.

How could you?

You hesitated, waiting for an answer. Your lips twitched. Your eyes burned, stronger then. You shook your head and dropped his hand, which he let fall to the wayside. Using your hands and the floor, you pushed away.

As always, you couldn’t bear it. He waited for you, just as you didn’t want to be someone to wait for. You wanted to already have it. You wanted back the years you spent wasting away, coveted back the years you spent watching him give what you desperately needed so casually to another.

You stood, then.

It was a surprise when the two of you came together. No one had expected it. It seemed off, out of place. You weren’t sure Hiccup himself had, drifting in the spaces left between after he and her had split paths.

You turned. You held your elbows and hunched your shoulders, turning your back to him and pushing against the wind, which though was light, felt all of the sudden as if it was way too much.

You weren’t sure he meant it. Whether or not this was real or something he’d just fallen into as per convenience.

You did. You meant it. He was your true, he was your romantic.

What kind of love do you hold for me?

You knew the answer, plain and simple.

None. None at all.

You stood in the darkness of your cabin. Your windows were blocked, though you didn’t need the light. You’d been in for a while, you were used to it.

You’d exhausted your usual time-taking avenues, left with nothing but maintenance; folding, organizing, sorting.

It was awkward. Since the clifftop, the two of you were distant. You didn’t avoid each other, but you also didn’t speak. It was a miracle that nothing had happened yet to force the two of you together.

You were beginning to believe that was the end of your relationship. You were having a hard time accepting it, though the feeling was creeping into your heart slowly and you were beginning to feel empty.

You didn’t flinch as the door to your cabin opened, creaking, though you winced as you turned back towards the light, started as he came up, pressing you against the wall.

Your lips met.

It was not rough, more just so. It unbalanced you all the same.

He was unsure, nervous. Clumsy. But it was strong. But it was meaningful. But you could tell he meant it.

You molded into his shape just as he molded into yours. Hesitantly, unsurely, you responded. He was gentle enough to guide you.

Once again, you asked, though not so much in words as actions; Do you love me?

And this time, he responded. Your heart bloomed. Not violently, not roughly, just so, enough for a shining pink petal to crest the green sepal.

Yes. Yes, I do love you.

You were light, you were fervent, you were free. You believed him.

The same hunters from before. The lot of you had gotten captured. You were too distressed to remember if it had been your fault. There were rocks sharpened to a point below you, gray skies and windy, stormy seas rushing tumultuously below.

You were far from the Edge. In unfamiliar territory. Any allies unaware and absent. The dragons, trapped in cages long behind you.

Hunters were sailing away behind you. It was a victory, however it was also one that came with a terrible price. Something had been set off, violently at that, throwing you off the edge of the cliff face, destabilizing the cage held by a chain pinned to the rock above by a thin steel nail.

“Hiccup,” You pleaded, breathlessly as your body struggled to keep up with your weight, with the rope and chains tied around your ankle, “H-elp.”

I need you.

“Just- hold on, the others-” He crouched, glancing frantically between you and the others handing caged off the side. Their chains were thin, yours were thicker though both were just as equally dangerous.

Please, I need you now.

You jerked back as another rope snapped. Unheard by his ears, drowned out by the raucous waves below and by the rattling of empty cages, pushed around in the air. Unseen as his eyes trained on the others.

Hiccup didn’t see, eyes trained elsewhere. There was no time to waste. After all, if he helped you up, in the time that took, they might fall. They would fall.

“Hiccup!” Astrid shouted. Snotlout shouted. You remembered how they looked before you’re been knocked off. Fishlegs panicking, mumbling to himself zealously, distress projected clearly for all to see. Ruffnut and Tuffnut yelled mindlessly into the air, a waning battlecry as the island deteriorated around you

Somehow, in between terror, in between the pain of your ankle as it threatened to snap and the taut muscle of your arms, a grim doom began to worm and thrash and coil in your gut.

“I’m not- I’m not going to make it,” You said desperately, voice crackling, face crunching as tears began to spill over the edge, shoulders straining, holding on just barely.

“Please, there’s-Just, cut me loose-” You prayed, to whichever god was out there, he still had his knife. That he had something sharp. You were going to die.

You could tell he was stressed, overwhelmed, just as panicked. He shifted restlessly, stiffly, perhaps a million times in the last minute. Noise built up in his throat as he spoke but you were unable to hear clearly as your ears filled with buzzing. You tried to speak, but you couldn’t hear your own voice, too breathless and strained to make a sound.

You watched his eyes flicker, you saw the soot on his face and each strand of his hair as it waved in great detail, your world slowing down to a halt.

He stopped. You caught his eyes briefly, you saw as an idea formed, as his resolve hardened, and as he made his choice. You knew it would not be one he made for you.

“Hold on!” Hiccup shouted, as the other’s cries grew more intense, ears deaf to your pleas. He pushed away towards the other side of the cliff, running towards the others as their cage dipped once again.

There was a sharp pain in your chest, as if the nails you dug in with so despairingly were instead gripping your lungs, sharp and unforgiving.

Do you love me?

You were going to die.

You blinked away tears and snot and all the little, tiny shards of your heart that had gotten stuck in your eyes on their way out.

You just had to hold on. You just had to hold on until Hiccup got back.

You shouted something wild, something animal as your fingers gave, numb with cold and sliding loose even as you commanded them to grip tight. You had no way to fight, no thing in which to fight with as your hold weakened on the slippery rock.

Your nails hurt as they worked against rock and loose dirt, fragile roots and falling stones. Your fingers pained as they worked furiously against themselves.

Hiccup left you. He wasn’t going to come back. You were going to die before he came back.

It was like a stake had been shoved into your gut.

Hiccup left you.

You were going to die.

Your vision whited out.

You were going to die.

You couldn't hold on any longer.

You fell.

#bam pow i do do requests #winner prompt #angst central #angst #how to train your dragon #httyd #x reader #fanfiction #hiccup haddock #hiccup x reader #httyd imagine #fem reader #female reader #angst with unhappy ending

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seriouslysam8 · 1 year

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April Prompt #14: Hope for @hinnymicrofic

Ginny’s limbs trembled as she walked down the long corridor towards Gryffindor tower. Everything hurt. Her mind was numb. She just wanted to go home.

Her breath hitched in her throat when she saw the wanted poster of Harry stuck to the wall. Reaching out, her fingers touched his cheek and her heart twisted. She would give anything to have five more minutes with him.

“They asked about you,” Ginny whispered, tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes. “I told them we broke up. I lied and said you were a wanker and a git. I told them I hated you,” her voice cracked at the last two words. “I just wanted it to stop.”

With her free hand, she wiped the tears off her face. Her entire body quaked with a sob as she leaned against the wall, her face mere centimeters away from Harry’s.

“I hope I get to see you again,” Ginny spoke in a soft voice, her fingers lingering on his lips. “If even just to say goodbye. We didn’t get to say a proper goodbye. And now I don’t know where you are or what you’re doing and I just miss you, Harry. I miss you so much.”

Ginny sniffed, her hand falling from the picture.

“I’m going to start back up the D.A.,” she continued, standing up straight. “If you’re going to fight, so am I. If I’m going to be tortured for no reason, I might as well give them a reason.”

Ginny pressed her fingers to her lips before she touched Harry’s lips on the poster. She would see him again. They would fight and they would win.

And she would be reunited with Harry once more. They would be happy once more.

Ginny needed to cling to that hope or else she wouldn’t be able to survive the year.

#hinny microfic #angst central #DH missing moment

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mxanigel · 4 months

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WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag, @socially-awkward-skeleton! No-pressure tagging @mxkelsifer @poetikat @arendaes @valiantvillain @captastra @outpost51 @lazyadmiral @saraptor @judithmactir @marythegizka @anderstrevelyan @effelants @spindleweedss @blightcaller and anyone else who might like to share any sort of WIP in the near future 💜

So these WIP words are a bit different. Because they won't end up in Shion's fic. Why not? Said fic is being told (almost) entirely from her point of view. And she isn't present for this scene. But I wanted to draft something to help clarify in my own head how events might unfold toward the eventual Hange/Levi/Shion OT3.

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“You’ve kept Shion away from me.”

Hange laughs softly. Then chest pain brings their amusement to an abrupt halt. “You noticed.”

Levi’s glare intensifies.

“I don’t know what’s going on between you two. But she’s hurting. I don’t want her to hurt.” They tilt their head. “I don’t want you to hurt, either.”

“Hilarious coming from the idiot in a hospital bed. Again.” He huffs. “Ever think about how we feel seeing you injured all the time?”

“Hoh, I didn’t think you cared.”

His withering expression could melt steel. “I’m shit at showing it. And you know that.”

“I imagine that’s why you’ve hurt Shion. She hasn’t known you as long as I have, remember?”

Levi rolls his eyes. “Shut up.”

“No. She’s alone right now. She hates being alone.”

He shivers.

Hmmm. That reaction confirms Hange's suspicion. “I’m getting the treatment I need here. But what Shion needs right now, a hospital can’t provide.” They start to cross their arms before thinking better of it. “I can’t leave this room. You can.”

“You said I hurt her. Now you’re sending me to her. Make it make sense.”

“You’re in love with her.”

He flinches.

“Ha. So you have admitted it to yourself.”

“Fucking four-eyes.”

“I think you should tell her. But I’d prefer it to be your choice. She deserves that.”

“Oi, Hange, why do you care about this?”

They don’t respond.

“You’re sure you want me to go to her.”

“I am.”

“Then you’ll be alone.”

Hange forces a smile. “I’m used to that.”

“Dammit.” He pushes himself away from the wall. “Last chance to change your mind.”

“Just fucking go already.”

So he leaves.

They sink into their pillows once he’s gone, a long sigh slowly escaping their lungs. Look at me of all people playing matchmaker because they’re both fucking terrible at this. If only it didn’t ache so damn much.

#WIP Wednesday #angst central #fic: Cut to the Feeling #aot fanfic #OT3: what we have is each other #Hange POV Hange POV <3

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esper-game · 1 year

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Angst!!!!

MC dies protecting/sacrificing themself for RO's?

Oh wow... angst galore...

(Felt like writing in second person lol hope y'all don't mind <3)

L: Words cannot describe the agony they feel. A million thoughts are flying through their head, though they're all about you. One, single syllable keeps repeating over and over: Why? Why is this happening? Why are you doing this? Why not them? Why couldn't you just let them go? They know they're not worthy of this. They don't even feel worthy of mourning you, it's not like they deserved you anyway. They wish they could turn back time and stop you, make it be them in your place.

S: There's just no way. This can't possibly be happening. They can't lose another person. Especially not you. They can't tear their eyes off you, no matter the pain it causes to see you like this. How could this happen? They tell themself that you'll be okay. That you can't be dead. You wouldn't just leave them. You have to make it. They can't let themself accept the truth. That would be accepting your death.

I: They never cry. It's been years since they cried. They don't cry. But there's no denying the warm, wet tears that fall shamelessly down their cheeks at the sight of your body. It's not fair. It's just not fair. How dare you? How dare you make them care about you this much? Make them happy, learn to hope again? And then to do this. They can't handle it. They can't lose you. They need you. They need you, god damn it.

V: No. That's all they can think. they don't even realise they've said it out loud. A choked whisper, barely audible past the sobs blocking their throat. There was so much they still wanted to do. So much they needed to say. And now they'll never even get the chance. They'll never run their fingers over your face, tracing every minute detail that makes you you. They'll never stay up much too late with you, talking about nothing and feeling everything. They'll never tell you they love you. And that hurts. More than anything in the world. More than they realised anything could hurt. It's unbearable.

Thank you for this heart-breaking ask <3 :')

#esper #esper ask #ask #anon ask #ro ask #angst central #oml #this was heavy #had to keep it vague tho #my love hate relationship with angst tbh

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arianatwycross · 1 year

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Death by a Thousand Cuts

A Magnolia Parks-inspired AU without the toxicity of a high school sweetheart romance gone entirely wrong. Instead, we just have James & Lily pretending they aren't in love with each other and watching one another make bad decision after bad decision.

Read Chapter 1 here

In celebration of our Lily Evan's birthday, here's the first chapter from her POV 🥳❤️

#my fics #jily #fanfic #Death by a Thousand cuts #magnolia parks au #muggle au #angst central #instead of finishing fine line here i am writing a new fic

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mrgna · 11 months

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agony through loss of limbs and an echo which never ceases. you are forgotten in land of dreams to those who gasp upon waking. FORGOTTEN BY BOY WHO'S HEART YOU SHELTERED , who’s palm you took , now there is a chasm between you . hopeless in the way it grows and moulds , 𝓈𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓃 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝒷𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝒾𝓉’𝓈 𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓎 —- shattered in places he touched .

you remember the nights like wine dripped across chin , like laughter through teeth which had never known scarring ; A TOUCH FROM WHICH YOU BLOOMED . now there is only the nights you slip through the shadows , slip through forms until you find her skin bound to your own through force of will . steady smile upon lips , softened grace like feather edge —- you slide through the door , gentle creek of wood as memories edge upon heart . AS YOU PLACE YOURSELF BESIDE HIM , ᵒᵖᵉᶰ ˢᵐᶤˡᵉ ᵃˢ ᵈᵃʷᶰ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶰᶤᵍʰᵗ ᶤᵗ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏˢ ᵘᵖᵒᶰ ʷᵃᵏᶤᶰᵍ —- you become the stars and the moon , the sun in his sheets that he adores with the bones beneath his skin , you reach out to dance your fingers along his arm .

your lips follow . tracing along the breadth of his marks , 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝒹𝑔𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒿𝒶𝓌 . you smile against him , softened breath against his hair , ❝ you need not wake , ❞ gentle eyes as hands which brush his scalp , peaceful , IN WAKE OF STORM IN RIB BONE —— chest of old which had no key to open , ❝ your exhaustion is written in your eyes , my love . ❞ ( @lakewept )

#morgana & lancelot #I'm sorry babe its in that verse #Angst central

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peggysousfan · 2 years

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Among the Dead

The hundred land on Earth where there are not only survivors from the bombs, but the living dead. Will the hundred teens survive alone or will a blonde stranger from the ground lead them to safety?

#Bellarke #The 100 au #Bellarke au #Zombies #Alternate universe zombies #Angst central #Bc I am myself #Will I post this? Yes #Will it be soon? No #But I am working on it #I need to stop making new fics #But my brain won't shut off so here you go

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arunneronthird · 1 year

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thinking about older supersons learning to deal with the consequences of bad writting who they became

also jon wears nightwing merch i will not be taking questions

#i love how damian just completely lost his shit exactly when jon wasnt there #and u know i firmly believe theres no way jon isnt traumatized by his imprisonment #i gotta apologize to my newer followers who were probably unaware im angst central #damian wayne #jon kent #supersons #damijon #robin #superboy #superman #dc comics #batman #damn i need too many tags for things #my art #ladies. gentlemen. you have eaten well.

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i-care-4u · 1 year

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more central cee pls !

FACE TO FACE | CENTRAL CEE

PAIR: CENTRAL CEE X READER

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED | MASTERLIST

TAGGED: @playboykenz

A/N: to the two anons that asked for more central cee, i hope you enjoy this little fic i wrote!

FACE TO FACE SERIES: jack harlow | central cee

as the cameras were getting ready, oakley couldn’t help but to giggle about the fact that his girlfriend was going to interview him.

this was something you loved doing with oakley at home. coming from work, you and oakley would be having long nights together, answering and giggling about each other’s answers. this time, the public was going to watch this, and oakley felt comfortable sharing his answers to them.

you introduced yourself to everyone, “hello gq, i’m y/n l/n, and today i’ll be asking a set of questions to central cee.”

in front of you, there was a laptop, with oakley being in front of your screen. you start the call, “hi cench.”

oakley blushed, “hi y/n.”

“today we get to share to everyone what we do at home,” you show the cameras the set of cards filled with questions, “the couple’s quiz!”

☆ FIRST QUESTION - “HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN THREE WORDS?”

“three words,” oakley starts saying words that came in mind, “focused, candid….”

you nod, using this as a sign to keep going. “come on, one more, one more!”

oakley immediately went back to thinking mode. you lay your head down, trying not to burst into laughter. you raised your head afterwards, “you want me to help you out?”

“of course,” oakley said, with a charming smile at you.

“cee.”

“yes?”

with a straight face, you admit, “i think you’re very cute.”

“focused, candid, and cute it is.”

☆ SECOND QUESTION - “FIVE ESSENTIALS?”

for this question, the staff brought in the items, and oakley removes his chain in order to showcase it to everyone. “obviously, we have to go with this one first.”

you tried not to brag, but you let it slide since you’re his girlfriend, “picked by the best.”

oakley nods in agreement, “mhm.”

he then showcased the watch on his wrist, “another one picked by y/n, and it’s this watch.”

he then explains three other objects: headphones, crackers, and a book.

“i have two headphones - one i use for the gym and the other during my spare time,” oakley pulled a bag of crackers close to the camera, “these crackers were gifted by my mum in christmas, they’re so delicious.”

he smiled as he showed everyone a book. the book was very special to him, as it was another gift - this time it was from you to him. “this book is gifted by y/n, and i love to carry it on the road. i still remember those words, telling me it’s a reminder of love.”

“it’s like you’re carrying a piece of me, you know?”

☆ THIRD QUESTION - “WHAT’S THE MOST ROMANTIC THING YOU’VE EVER DONE?”

sarcastically, oakley answered, “i’m a hopeless romantic…”

you jokingly glared at him, “really?”

“i don’t know man, i’m transitioning, i’m changing. this is all hard for me like i’m trying to think-”

“boo hoo,” you mocked, “it was so hard for you. why don’t you just grow up?”

oakley admits, “it’s easier said than done.”

☆ FOURTH QUESTION - “WHAT’S YOUR SELF CARE ROUTINE?”

oakley repeated the question, “my self care routine?”

you looked down at the card, “yes.”

“my self care routine consists of sleeping, waking up to do my skin care, going to the studio,” oakley gets into detail, “people don’t tend add that, but music is a form of self care. it’s enjoyable and arguably, a form of therapy.”

“i can see where you’re coming from, and i agree,” you comment, “music is universal.”

☆ FIFTH QUESTION - “FAVORITE LYRIC?”

oakley shrugs, “god knows.”

“i don’t know that one.”

“do you swear on the shore?” oakley asked you.

“yeah,” you nod, “shit.”

he laughs, and you added, “crumbs.”

oakley continued laughing at your nonsense, “what?”

you lied, “i swear all the time, okay?”

oakley knew it wasn’t true at all, leaving it with a simple response. “okay,” he shook his head, “it’s not that attractive though is it?”

as a joke, you tried to impress your boyfriend, slamming your hands on the table. “okay, i don’t swear!”

☆ SIXTH QUESTION - “WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE RED CARPET LOOK FROM ME?”

oakley leaned on the chair. “ooh, this is a tough one. am i allowed to say my favorite runway look?”

“nope.”

“just red carpet.”

“yes.” you got close to the webcam, and the only thing that showed up on oakley’s screen was your eyes and forehead. “…say it!”

he picked his top five looks of yours, “as of right now, i would have to go with your mtv video music awards from 2022, the met gala look from 2022, and last year and this year’s grammys look.

“and you got to thank law roach for the styling.” you start giving him a round of applause.

☆ SEVENTH QUESTION - “WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE CELEBRITY ENCOUNTER?”

oakley recounts, “apologies y/n, but i got to tell the funny one.”

you blankly stare at him, “the one where we met drake?”

“yes,” oakley smirked. he starts telling the story behind it, “so we went to this festival, and drake decided to invite us to the after party. during the party, he was on his phone scrolling on instagram, and that’s when he showed me a picture of y/n. he was like, who is this, she’s so pretty? that’s when i answered him, saying that it was y/n, who was right there. she didn’t say anything, but rather laughed about the whole situation.”

you add, “he was definitely drunk there, and he was surprised by my appearance at the party afterwards.”

☆ EIGTH QUESTION - “WHAT’S SOMETHING ABOUT ME THAT PEOPLE DON’T KNOW?”

“i think people should pay attention to what i’m about to say,” oakley exposes your hobby, “but y/n loves gardening.”

you playfully rolled your eyes at him, believing that it’s not that big of deal as he makes. “why are you making it such a big deal? leave me and my plants out of this!”

“i find it very cute though,” oakley visualizes, “walking outside to see you watering your plants. i can name some from the top of my head.”

you crossed your arms, having a smug look. “oh really?” you scoffed.

“yeah.”

oakley starts listing names of your plants, causing you to be left with a speechless face that was soon filled with laughter.

reflecting at this question, you also found it cute that oakley remembered your not-so-secret hobby of gardening. the way he remembered the names of your plants indicated his love language.

☆ NINTH QUESTION - “WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU WERE ME FOR A DAY?”

“what would y/n do?” oakley asked himself as you listened.

as soon as he came up with the idea, he shared it in front of everyone, “if i were you for a day, i think i would head down to the studio and try to make music.”

“smart,” you recall, “i’ve always wanted to make music for a long time, but i think we’re good as a model for now.”

“new date idea,” oakley states, “make music with y/n.”

“that sounds lovely.”

☆ TENTH QUESTION - “WHAT ADVICE WOULD YOU GIVE TO EVERYONE RIGHT NOW?”

“this one’s a bit cliche but my thing is live yours,” oakley said, “that’s what’s inspiring innit.”

you agree to his piece of advice, “so basically express yourself?”

“correct.”

the tenth questioned marked the end of the interview and was left with one more scene to record.

the cameras starts recording oakley, “if you want to see me ask y/n these questions face to face, go to vogue.com.”

“thank you to gq for being involved in this conversation between central cee and i. thank you for watching!” you waved to the camera. the video cues to a white screen, placing the names of the people involved.

after the interview, oakley waited for you to exit the studio. when you saw him, you gave him a tight hug. “you were amazing!”

“thank you!” oakley smiled, “you know what sounds more amazing? bringing you to the studio right now.”

“you and your bad flirting skills,” you sarcastically rolled your eyes at him, “but a studio date sounds nice right now.”

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mxanigel · 4 months

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Fic update: Cut to the Feeling

an Attack on Titan (Shingeki no Kyojin) fanfic

[Read on AO3]

An in-progress longfic that asks the question, What if they lived?

Chapter 24: Gambits

Despite the odds stacked against them, Levi and Hange's squads successfully attack the cavern below the Reiss chapel. Other than Hange's extensive injuries. And the massive Titan charging toward a populated city.

Rating: M

Relationships: Levi Ackerman/OC, Levi Ackerman & Hange Zoë, Hange Zoë & OC, eventual Levi/Hange/OC

Additional Tags: They/Them Pronouns for Hange Zoë, Hange Zoë Being Hange Zoë, Canon-Typical Violence, Character Death, Friendship, Banter, Swearing, Lots of Cursing, Angst, Love and Loss, Asexuality Spectrum, Levi Ackerman Is Obsessed With Cleaning, Falling In Love, Literal Sleeping Together, First Kiss, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Eventual Canon Divergence, Nightmares, Torture, Blood and Injury, Demisexual Levi Ackerman, Bisexual Hange Zoë, I'm writing this because it's taken over my brain, I have spent so many hours on the wiki lol, Eventual Romance

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The two of them slowly, gently, painstakingly bring Hange to a standing position. They wobble; Jonas places a steadying hand on their good shoulder as Shion slips her arms around their waist. “Am I holding too tight?”

“No. This is good.” But Hange’s tone is lined with discomfort.

Shion frowns. That’s not an encouraging sign for their ability to walk right now. “Jonas, can you pass my controls to me? I don’t want to let go.”

“Sure thing.” He gingerly reaches for the grips dangling from her gear and then presses them into her waiting hands.

“Thanks. Hange, wrap your good arm around my neck. Apologies in advance for hurting you.”

“There are much worse ways to get hurt.”

“Ha.” She peers at her right side, then her left, assessing how her cables will launch given Hange’s current position. ODM gear isn’t designed for more than one person, yet here she is, trying to maneuver with two people a second time. At least this attempt is being planned in advance. “Jonas, see any enemies?”

“No. You’re clear.”

Shion looks upward; these bizarre walls curve away from her but abruptly stop above the top of the stairs, giving way to a mixture of natural rock and brick that may have been the base of the original chapel. Whatever substance is glowing seems to be conducive to their hooks. So she fires at a slight angle into the ceiling. “I’m going to test our setup. Hold on to me as tightly as you can.”

“Mm.”

She slowly retracts her cables until her feet leave the floor.

Hange’s weight shifts in her arms, but they don’t fall. “I could get used to this.”

“Oi. This is an emergency.”

Their breath tickles her ear as they laugh. “Please let me enjoy one thing in this shitty situation.”

“That’s fair. You good?”

“Good enough. Let’s go.”

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#attack on titan fanfic #aot fanfic #shingeki no kyojin fanfic #Hange Zoë #Levi Ackerman #OC: Shion Miller #fic: Cut to the Feeling #fic update #angst central #longfic #OT3: what we have is each other

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huiyi07 · 1 month

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can someone please write an extensively long percy jackson zombie apocalypse au that's canon divergence, NOT a completely different universe AND not only features the main cast of characters but also has Nico, as the child of the god of the dead, be a central pillar in the story bc that would be cool ykwim

#idc how he would be central #whether he's like an OP survivor who can control the enemies #or hes constantly in the middle of a breakdown because hes unable to control his domain and save his friends #actually the latter sounds like delicious angst #yeah lets do this pleas #percy jackson #nico di angelo #pjo hoo toa #pjo

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twelvegods · 1 year

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brutal. kageyama tobio

the sour collective; ❝where's my fucking teenage dream?❞

pairing/s; kageyama tobio x fem!reader

warning/s; none

word count; 815

summary; confess, they said. date the king, they said. he’d treat you better, they said. but no one told you it was going to be this brutal.

a/n; this one’s pretty short since i’m coming back from a very long hiatus and am v v rusty and didn’t really know where i should take this so i stuck as close to the premise as i could and found myself here. let me know ur thoughts!!

“listen to this shit someone tagged me in; ‘isn’t it practically confirmed that [y/l/n] actually got to play for the red rabbits by slutting it up with kageyama?’” amanai kanoka read out loud some tweet on her phone.

the hikari pharmaceutical red rabbits were all gathered in the locker room at five in the morning to prepare for this morning’s training session and you’d just clocked in after a tiny squabble with your boyfriend over breakfast. amanai looked up at your scowling expression as you changed out of your attire and into the team uniform.

“can’t believe you’re still getting hate, hasn’t it been a few months already?” she took a few sips from her water bottle.

“if i knew this would happen, i wouldn’t have talked tobio into going public.” you sighed, clicking your locker closed.

hirugami shoko glanced over amanai’s shoulder to peer at the screen of her phone, frowning. “they clearly don’t know what they’re talking about, [y/n]. don’t listen to them.”

that was easier said than done.

you wanted to say you expected this, that you knew what you were signing up for when you and kageyama mutually agreed to go public after dating for some odd three years. prior to that, you pined after one another in high school, but ultimately thought it best to avoid a steady relationship, keeping in mind that you both wanted to put your careers first.

but you hadn’t anticipated the onslaught of hate and complete carnage when that stupid post took to the internet, not knowing your little instagram story had the biggest snowball effect.

it suddenly felt like you were placed under a microscope and that the public assumed the right to pick you, and your relationship, apart. at first, you couldn’t give two shits about what they were saying online, that it only mattered that you and kageyama were happy and not at the expense of anyone else's happiness. but as the months went by, all those comments were starting to get to you and doubts began to arise.

it didn’t help that kageyama didn’t seem to care, he had never even bothered to bring it up after that first month of announcing your relationship. you have never felt smaller in your life, thinking that he found your relationship insignificant.

“you have to say something!” you pushed, your arms tight around your torso. “you wanted to go public and they’re degrading me, tobio!”

he rubbed the bridge of his nose, putting down his chopsticks as he calmly assessed the dinner you pushed away. “it’ll die down in a few days, you know they always find something else to talk about eventually. don’t take it to heart, [y/n].”

“and you’re not even going to bother defending me?” you scoffed, pushing back your chair as you didn’t have it in you to finish the rest of your meal.

“why should i defend you towards people that don’t matter?” his cold blue eyes flicked up to meet yours as you retreated from the dining area.

you had to avert your eyes. “god, why don’t you get it, tobio?”

“stop being so sensitive, [y/n].”

and just like that, he picked up his chopsticks and resumed his dinner, the conversation over.

these days you couldn’t help but think that your love for one another was dwindling, because even the one you thought would be by your side was also picking apart each and everything you did with a touch of hostility. and so that night as you lay in bed with your back turned towards your lover, you gave in to temptation and opened twitter, beginning to scroll through your feed and mentions.

‘kageyama deserves better than some fame whore’

‘pretty sure [y/l/n]’s only after his money’

‘he doesn’t even look happy when they’re together? #freekageyama’

‘this is just another pr stunt! they’ll break up sooner or later after [y/l/n] leeches enough of his money’

apparently, not only was there a hashtag trending due to the public being completely against your relationship, but not even a single tweet was in your favor. before you knew it, tears had welled up in your eyes as insecurity gripped your heart.

you turned to face the love of your life, tracing whatever of his features you could see in the dim lighting of your shared bedroom.

“hey, tobio?” you whispered, not sure if you were really expecting, or wanted, a response. “do you hate me?”

the silence seemed to stretch on forever.

his eyes remained closed shut, an ethereal look on his face as he went on sleeping, not knowing you were falling apart right next to him. you choked on your tears, turning towards the ceiling and willing yourself to rest, allowing your breathing to calm down and labor out, before finally feeling yourself begin to drift away.

but not before kageyama muttered something under his breath that you had no energy to decipher. “...you.”

what am i even doing here? you thought, just before a dreamless sleep held you in a comforting grip.

tags; @hanayanetwork @planetonet @anime-central-archived @hqintheclub @tahonet

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