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#everybody loves somebody
maddieg0531 · 2 years
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Cloud 9
Oikawa x fem!reader
Fluff
Synopsis: Oikawa has a special surprise for your 2nd year anniversary
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People always said that when you fall in love the world stops spinning. People say time stands still and it’s just you and your partner. I always thought that was a bunch of bull, that is until I met Oikawa Tooru. Every moment with him was like a dream. I always felt like I was floating on a cloud when we held each other close. But today felt different. Today felt like my cloud had ascended into space. I’ve never felt lighter. 
Today was our 2 year anniversary and Tooru of course went above and beyond. He had made me wear a blindfold, then shoved me in the car and started off to who knows where. I wasn’t allowed to take the blindfold off until he told me so. We got to our destination and he got out of the car but left me blindfolded in the passenger seat. I heard him open the trunk and mess with some stuff. Finally he opened my door and led me around to the back of the car. He took my blindfold off and I was shocked. The trunk was filled with pillows and blankets, the roof lined with twinkle lights and a picnic basket sat in the middle of it all. If that wasn’t amazing enough, I turned around to be met with a beautiful view of the city skyline. We were somewhere right outside of the city on a cliff overlooking the city lights. But the most beautiful thing was the man behind it all. His eyes were soft, showing a side of him reserved for me alone. 
“Happy anniversary” he said as he rested his arms on my waist. 
“Tooru, this is amazing. I don’t know what to say.” I tell him as I rest my head on his chest, “I feel bad for not getting you something equally amazing.” 
“You’ve given me the best gift of all—your heart.” His adoring eyes bore into mine. 
He leaned down to rest his forehead on mine. I closed the gap between us, my lips resting on his. We shared a short gentle kiss, but it was filled with more love than anything else. He pulled back to look into my eyes.
“There’s more.” He said with a smirk. 
I rolled my eyes, how much more could there be? He went back to the front of the car and turned on the radio. Dean Martin’s “Everybody loves somebody” started playing through the speakers. He came back over and grabbed me by the waist and we started dancing along to the music. Oikawa sang along while twirling me around. As we swayed back and forth he looked me in the eyes as he sang “If I had it in my power, I'd arrange for every girl to have your charms. Then every minute, every hour, every boy would find what I found in your arms” I couldn’t help smiling wider than I thought possible. His love for me shone brighter than the sun and he was going to make sure I saw it. He continued to sing while spinning me around. When the verse came back around, he dipped me down and held me there as he sang to me. I laughed at his silliness, but I didn’t ever want him to stop. He pulled me back up and we began swaying along once more. In this moment I believe the world truly did stop. In this moment it was just him and I. Nothing else mattered, just us two in this moment. As the song slowed to an end he leaned in for a kiss. I closed my eyes and leaned in to close the gap. When I was met with nothing, I opened my eyes, confused as to why he stopped. I looked down to see him on the ground, on one knee, holding a small box. I stepped back shocked and threw my hands up to stifle the gasp that escaped my mouth. He looked up at me with all the love in the world. 
“My love, these last years have felt like an absolute dream. I was worried one day I’d wake up from it but I never did and thank god for that.” He let out a small chuckle while I let out a not so small sob, “Whenever I was down you picked me up. You laughed with me and cried with me. We’ve had some bumps along the way, most my fault, but we’ve made it through nonetheless. You are the most amazing girlfriend anyone could ask for and I do not deserve you. Why you picked such a messed up, arrogant man as me, I don’t know but boy am I glad you did. Just to have you in my life is more than I could ask for, but I’m gonna ask for a little more. So would you do me the honor of staying along side me for the rest of our lives? To cry and laugh with me a little more. To put up with me for a little longer. To be my wife and grow old with me. Would you do the honor of marrying me?” Without hesitation I jumped into his arms, screaming an enthusiastic ‘yes.’ He practically fell over at my force. He wrapped his arms around me tightly. I buried my face into the crook of his neck, as I tried to contain my sobs. He pulled back to kiss me, this time he wasn’t so gentle, but neither of us cared. We sat there in each other’s embrace as our tears mixed. He eventually broke the kiss and looked into my tear filled eyes, “You want the ring?” He said with a small laugh
I rolled my eyes at his dumb questions, “Of course you dork.” 
“I mean I can just return it if you don’t.” I lightly hit his chest as I felt his laugh vibrate against me. He opened the small velvet box to reveal a beautiful white gold ring. The band formed a vine like shape with small leaves, each one encrusted with a small diamond. The vines wrapped around one big princess cut diamond. I gasped at the ring, completely captured by its beauty. He gently grabbed my hand and slipped it on my finger. I marveled at the ring, entirely captivated by the thought of being married to the love of my life. It really was a dream. I looked back up at Tooru to see him staring at me, eyes filled with absolute adoration. I matched his gaze and in that moment, everything anyone had ever said about love could never have been more true. The world stopped spinning, everything else disappeared, it was just Oikawa and I floating above everything on a cloud. Staring into one another’s eyes. Nothing mattered except holding each other in that moment. 
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sessizdenzi · 8 months
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13. Everybody Loves Somebody by Dean Martin debuted Jun 64 and peaked at number one, scoring 1373 points.
Dean was born in Steubenville, Ohio, and had 35 chart entries 1950-69. Six made the top ten. Memories Are Made of This (1955) was Dean's other number one.
The song was first recorded by Frank Sinatra in 1947 and Dean first sang it on Bob Hope's radio show in 1948.
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Mod note: This film is also known as Todos queremos a alguien.
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whyareyouhere66 · 10 months
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This song >>
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cwpidfangs · 1 year
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☆. If I had it in my power, I'd arrange for every girl to have your charms
Then every minute, every hour, every boy would find what I found in your arms .♡
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realgoodonionsoup · 1 year
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From an opticians waiting room, 2021.
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i would arrange for every girl to have your charm and then every minute, every hour, every boy would find what i found in your arms
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egophiliac · 11 months
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oh no, I love them
(super quick doodles done between other stuff, there will be better things later I promise :')
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mialicassi · 1 year
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can we talk ab how almost everybody decided to be a part of hiccup's family?
Snotlout? already was his cousin
The twins? Adopted him as their older brother (the fic honorary sibling made by @dragonnnfly may or may not have smth to do with that statement)
Astrid? Literally married him
Dagur and Heather? Adopted him as their younger brother
Fishlegs? Is his more-like-a-brother best friend
toothless? don't even need an explanation
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lollytea · 7 months
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I don't think Willow and Hunter start dating immediately after the events of W&D. They know they're something and they're both open to exploring that when they're ready. But they also agree that it would be in their best interest to adjust to their new normal and do some soul searching before they make themselves an official item. They don't consider themselves dating but they don't consider themselves single either. And the way the two of them approach their feelings for each other in this murky limbo state is vastly different for both of them.
Like if somebody asks Willow if she's in love with Hunter, it's like
Willow: Am I in-...? Well, it's...complicated. It's a very complicated situation we're in and I don't want to make any bold decisions right away. Do I love him as a friend? Of course I do. Am I physically attracted to him? Yes, but hormones don't mean love. Am I also emotionally attracted to him? Yes, but a crush isn't love. Do all of these things at once equate to being in love? Well, that seems like the kind of question that would keep a very nervous very scared person lying awake all night. Good thing that's not me, haha. It's not like I'm scared to be in love and I'm subconsciously avoiding confronting the fact that I am. I just believe in staying rational and analyzing your emotions so you don't get too reckless and dive into things without thinking. You'll hurt yourself. I've heard that's it's really easy to hurt yourself when you're in love. You see it's...we...Hunter and I met at a really crazy time, when I was just starting to become the witch I want to be. And then everything got so much crazier and we were confused and scared and it was hard to think about who you wanted to be when you weren't where you wanted to be. So now we're home. And finally, we have the chance to figure ourselves out. And that's exactly what we're gonna do. I want to be with him...eventually. When we're ready. I like him and I want to kiss him but I'm not in love with him. I'm totally not.
Meanwhile, on the other side of Bonesborough
Del: Willow seems like a nice girl.
Hunter: Yeah. I'm in love with her.
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wangxianficrecs · 11 days
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The Missing Piece by nununununu
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🔒 The Missing Piece
by nununununu
G, 2k, Wangxian
Part of pine4pine 2023
Summary: Wei Wuxian leaves and the world forgets him. Even Lan Wangji. Except he doesn't, of course. He can't. How could he? Kay's comments: Super fascinating story with a unique premise! Or at least, I've never come across a memory loss curse like this one in MDZS fanfics. In which Lan Wangji pines sadly for someone he can't remember, finding traces and eventually remembering a name. He can't help but search for his soulmate. It's a canon divergence story in more ways than one, with Chief Cultivator Lan Wangji but also Wen Qing and Wen Ning being alive and I really enjoyed the little hints about how this universe is different. The ending was extremely soft too. Excerpt: He aches to remember what Wei Wuxian looked like or the sound of his voice. He aches to reach out and touch those memories that hover ever frustratingly out of reach. For each fragment he unlocks, it feels like so many further missing pieces remain. Wangji speaks with the clan elders about visiting cultivators to Gusu Lan in the past. He speaks with his uncle about the classes his uncle taught: both those Wangji attended and those before and after. He speaks with the Juniors about their friends from different sects, and he travels to the Dafan Wen settlement and speaks with Wen Qing and her brother, Wen Ning. The siblings look at him as if he is not who they expect. Wen Ning’s gaze drifts to one side of Lan Wangji, as if he too is searching for someone missing. Someone who should be there.
pov lan wangji, canon divergence, post-canon, chief cultivator lan wangji, somebody lives/not everybody dies, angst with a happy ending, temporary amnesia, memory alteration, mystery, curses, mutual pining, love confessions, getting together
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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)
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packet-of-staples · 8 days
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"Too Sweet is the Harvey Stardew song." WRONG Harvey by her's.
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crybaby-bkg · 9 months
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“Are you ever angry?” You ask quietly, head resting in Bakugou’s lap. His thumb pauses where it strokes your cheeks, the far away gaze in his eyes suddenly snapping into focus as he looks down at you. He looks…different than you remembered, before you both were cast out of the pearly gates.
His hair doesn’t shine as bright as it used to, and it falls a little flatter without the halo pulling it up, soft. His eyes still hold that hardened gaze as a battle angel, but they’re deeper now. More sunken in and hollow, the flickering ichor now a stained crimson. His face is scarred and his hands are rough after the fall but he’s just—different.
“About what?” He asks, his lips pursed in confusion. You reach a hand up, stroking over his bottom lip, smooth a hand through his hair. You can almost feel the throbbing light radiating from him, can almost see how broad and ivory his wings would spread and hold you tight to him.
“It all. Everything. The fall.” You whisper, try not to shrink into yourself with the way Bakugou’s lip curls back in disgust. He pulls away from you and you sit up, resting on your knees, looking at him in such a way that his heart pangs in his chest.
His heart, something he’s never had a reason for when he still had his fists bathed in heavenly fire and no ounce of rebellion hidden under sinless skin. It aches in his chest at the mention of life after being kicked out with the only thing he could hold onto—you.
“Why would I miss my thoughtlessness? My inability to make a decision for myself? Why would I miss being a pawn?” Bakugou is all snarls, all snapping teeth and jowls, but it doesn’t scare you. He’s never scared you, even when his gait was limp from the impact of hard soil, and his hands grew rough, and his back grew jagged from ripped feathers.
“I miss it.” You whisper so carefully into the humid night, hands reaching for his own trembling ones. “I want to be holy again, Katsuki.”
He hisses at you, snatching away like you’ve burned him, like you’ve seized his halo and ripped it into two until it split into horns. Looks at you with such heavenly fire burning in his gaze that you want to shrink beneath him.
“Well—well I don’t. Find someone else who will, cause it sure as hell ain’t me.” You wonder who he’s trying to convince here, with his shaky voice and fluttering eyes and trembling mouth. You stare at him for a long while, lips wobbling at the gravity of it all. Your head hangs low, gathering yourself in your arms, head bowed to him—it’s the only thing you’ve ever known.
“Just hold me for now.” You murmur, eyes low as you settle yourself in his arms, forcing your way into his hold. “Please?” You tack on, unafraid of his bite, his snarl, his growl. Bakugou sits there stiffly for what feels like a century, but you’re used to waiting.
He gathers you in his arms slowly, pulling you into his chest, his body covering yours completely. And if you let yourself relax enough, you can almost feel the warmth of his wings surrounding you again.
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capversen1 · 3 months
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i love drawing fanart for my own fanfic!!
fyi: the lil marks on Anthony's hands are arsenic poisoning scabs, and death by arsenic poisoning was popular during the 1950s in Britain :P
- ashley
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aeb-art · 4 months
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what's going on with geo that might cause this reaction?
characters belong to @8um8le
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