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deconstructthesoup · 13 days

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Thinking about a Nerdy Prudes Must Die swap AU

Steph---the mayor's kid who was put under a lot of academic pressure growing up, resulting in her getting lumped in with the nerds despite her struggling in school. She has to try twice as hard as everyone else, which gets seen as her being a buzzkill who does nothing but study, which makes teachers expect more from her... and, yeah, she's infinitely stressed. So stressed and burnt out, in fact, that when a pop quiz gets thrown at her out of nowhere, she finally breaks and asks to cheat off of...

Pete---one of the few popular kids who's popular not because he can play football or soccer or whatever, but because he's genuinely nice. He's taken Ted's advice just enough so he can seem cool without actively being a sleazeball, and he's even managed to be class president. Of course, he's still got a lot of nerdy interests he keeps under the rug, and he's also a lot smarter than he passes himself off as---so he never in a million years would've suspected that the mayor's cute nerdy daughter would want his help on a test, but he's prepared. Until, of course, they get caught by...

Max---the pastor's son who's well known throughout the school to be a judgmental and self-righteous asshole, holding himself and others to ridiculously high standards. He's still an untouchable menace, but instead of it being because he's a football star, it's because every single teacher and authority figure is swayed by his Good Christian Boy attitude, despite the fact that he has a C average (hey, you don't need to worry about grades if you're just going to take over running the church when you grow up). By all accounts, he's pretty much perfect---except for the fact that he has a secret thing for...

Grace---the head cheerleader who still grew up in a very Christian family, but she's embraced her crazy and has successfully talked her parents into letting her do more stereotypical high school stuff like, well, cheerleading ("it looks good on my college transcript, and it's a way for me to get steady exercise and keep myself in shape") and the occasional party ("it's just a fun thing between friends, and if any of them do anything reckless, I want to be there to help"). In reality, of course, she's the most unhinged popular girl in the history of ever, and nobody fucks with her because she's the type of girl who will bite you if you give her shit.

Brenda and Kyle are Steph's fellow struggling nerdy friends---Brenda got lumped in with the nerds because she's in the fandom zone, despite the fact that her head's usually in the clouds and she can barely pass classes, and Kyle's the awkward theater guy who's a total romantic but can't even properly talk to people he likes. By contrast, Richie and Ruth are Pete's friends, and while they aren't exactly cool, everyone knows Richie as the weirdly funny school mascot, and Ruth is Pete's incredibly cocky vice president. So, social clout.

And, uh... yeah

#it's fun to imagine the swaps #starkid #hatchetfield #nerdy prudes must die #stephanie lauter #pete spankoffski #max jagerman #grace chasity #brenda npmd #kyle npmd #richie lipschitz #ruth fleming

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skribbyposts · 4 months

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ZOSAN AND MECHANICAL BULL SHENANIGANS?! sign me up, yes please.

post inspired by @bidisastersanji 's fantastic prompt, though slightly different since I kept it in the canon verse instead of making it a modern au.

buckle up children, get ready to go bull riding.

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"This is so stupid," Zoro grumbles.

"Can you enjoy anything, for once in your life?" Sanji plucks the cherry from his drink and tosses it into his mouth.

"I can, just not this."

Apparently, watching people get thrown off of a sad excuse for a mechanical bull in some shoddily made ring is supposed to be enjoyable. Zoro has lost count of the number of parties he's been dragged to by his captain, but watching people compete this way for a fucking cowboy hat has to be the least entertaining thing he's ever seen.

"Stop being such a buzzkill. Anyways, it's 'cause these people are fucking terrible," The cook says as he plays with the cherry stem between his teeth. "We had one of these at the Baratie; even Carne could stay on longer than these losers." Sanji downs the rest of his drink, muttering something under his breath.

Flash forward fifteen minutes (and a few drinks), and Zoro is ready to fall asleep. Next to him, Sanji has gotten progressively more vocal about how bad the partygoers are at riding around on the contraption in front of them. The crowd circling the ring has also gotten progressively bigger, squishing them shoulder-to-shoulder.

"Put your goddamn back into it!" The cook cups his hands and shouts to the man up next, who is currently trying to avoid getting rocketed into a wall as the bull violently bucks around. However, the blond's proximity to Zoro also means he shouts right in his ear.

"Do you ever shut up?" Zoro gripes.

"You shut up," Sanji replies, angrily nursing a margarita he stole off a waiter's tray.

"I wasn't even-- I hate you."

About thirty seconds go by before the cook exclaims in exasperation, throwing his hands in the air and almost spilling his drink all over Zoro. "Everyone's fucking incompetent!"

Zoro groans. "Stop complaining like you could do any better, curly-brow."

"I'm offended that you think I couldn't!" Sanji shouts over the cheering of the crowd as another person gets bucked off.

Zoro thinks the cook could last a lot longer than anyone up there, but he doesn't say that -- Sanji's ego is big enough.

"Here, marimo. Hold my drink," Sanji pushes the half-empty glass into Zoro's hands. "Let's make a bet. How long do you think I can stay on?"

"Curly, you're drunk."

"Answer the goddamn question."

Forever, if Sanji really tried. "Five seconds."

Sanji shoots him an offended look. "Jesus, where's your faith?" With that, he turns away and pushes himself to the front of the group of bustling people.

Sure enough, Zoro's watching the cook clamber into the ring, a lit cigarette in his mouth (where did he get that from?) and the worst posture Zoro's ever seen.

The cook hops onto the mechanical bull, grabbing onto the metal grip before pointing and yelling at someone in the corner to start it up.

The thing starts slowly at first, and Sanji's hair sways as the bull moves back and forth. the cook barks again at some unseen person, and then it really starts to ramp up.

The bull starts bucking hard, the force at which it travels increasing each time it swings. Zoro would be worried if he didn't recognize the look of smug anticipation on Sanji's face as he straightens up, even from back in the crowd. He's about to pull some crazy-ass stunt.

When the bull leans forward, The cook uses the momentum to push himself off the handlebars from a seated position and into a handstand, twisting around to plant his feet on the saddle as he comes down.

Sanji moves fluidly with the machine, hips shifting in every direction it leans to keep himself firmly onboard. while the crowd roars, Zoro watches every movement Sanji makes with rapt attention. the blond rocks with the bull, hands now in his pockets and lips still wrapped around the cigarette he pulled from out of nowhere.

He pulls a few more tricks, long, muscular legs propelling him up to balance on the wooden horns of the bull - and gives a cheeky wave to the crowd. Goddamn. Zoro wishes that didn't work on him.

Sanji finishes up his routine with a flourish, doing an aerial and landing smoothly in a crouch on the hay floor of the ring. The crowd cheers even louder than before, and some tubby man comes out to give the cook a pink, bedazzled cowboy hat. The sea of people parts and leaves Zoro standing there awkwardly as Sanji saunters towards him.

"How's that for five seconds, Greenie?" the blond spins the hat around on his finger.

Zoro grunts and tries to suppress the flush on his face. "I could do better."

Sanji rolls his eyes, taking back his drink. "Sure you could. Anyways, I could last a lot longer than that in... other things, y'know?" Sanji makes eye contact with him as he downs the rest of his margarita. "What's that phrase again... ride a bull, fuck a cowboy?" He shrugs, placing the cowboy hat on Zoro's head then looking him up and down. "Eh, close enough."

If Zoro had liquid in his mouth, he would have done a spit take. "What!?"

The blond smirks and puts his cigarette out in the bottom of his glass. "You heard me, marimo. Now- WHERE'S THE FUCKING BATHROOM?"

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Sanji: i really wanna fuck a cowboy rn *puts cowboy hat on zoro* Zoro: *shocked, confused, bewildered* Sanji: That'll do, i guess

eughhh writers block hit me so hard for like 3 days and i rushed to get this out so this might be kinda terrible. wrote it in like 7 minute intervals over the course of a day so some things might not connect?? lmfao..... sleep deprivation is so fetch.

thibking of making an a03 account..... ill let yall know if i do!!!! hope u enoyed reading this pls comment i really appreciate it !! <3333

#one piece #zosan #vinsmoke sanji #roronoa zoro #zosan brainrot #one piece zosan #sanji one piece #zoro one piece #zoro is whipped..... i dont blame him #Sanji using quotes to fuel his mischevious agenda.#save a horse ride a cowboy #or something...#they are so #lgbtq #gay people!!!#just kiss already

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the-s1lly-corner · 1 year

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Their ideal partners

Silly little hcs because ive been thinking what each of the lads look for in a s/o

Slenderman;

Given I'm aiming for the "he's been observing humans for centuries and has grown used to their antics," vibe with him, I feel like he'd like someone who keeps him guessing

Nothing TOO crazy, because he can be irritable, but if you intrigue him he'll definitely stay around

Does he have any peculiar icks? Tastes?

Can't stand messy people... doesn't mind if its unorganized, or a chaotic system, but if you live in muck it's a deal breaker

Doesn't care what you look like, or what gender you are; he sees beyond that because, again, ancient being that's been watching humans for a long time.. kinda desensitized to that sort of thing

Laughing Jack;

He WANTS someone who can match his energy; but he NEEDS someone who can mellow him out

As much as I hate the "I can fix/change him" thing (well I dont HATE it, it really matters on execution and all), Jack needs someone who can make him chill out a bit

Icks? You know those people who kill the energy in a room? Like total buzzkill + downers? He doesnt like those. Not like the "he hates depressed people" way, obviously, but in the way that

Okay so idk if this is just a me thing but I come across a lot of people who do it on purpose for attention/quirkiness, those are the kinds of people he doesnt like

Like slenderman, he doesnt really care what you look like; bros gonna slip himself around you like a snake (affectionately)

Eyeless Jack;

Right off the bat he needs someone who's understanding

It ain't easy being a cursed man who's forced to eat human meat

Someone who's willing to listen to what happened to him, and help him see the brighter side of things

Basically a "storm cloud x sunshine" ship dynamic

Icks? As long as you're not too chaotic or hyper he's fine with it; Jack is more quiet and reserved energy wise, stress tends to make the curses symptoms worse

Prefers short people; he himself is also short (I hc hes about 5'5), and he's a lil insecure, but he's not totally opposed to dating taller people

Masky;

Writing for specifically masky for this one instead of the usual tim, hope that's alright!! I just wanna flesh out him n hoodie more

Bro is kinda..... whouf... rough around the edges; kinda feral

Not like FERAL feral, but this is the kind of dude who tunnels on someone during his work and wont be afraid to body slam into stuff full speed/force

So naturally, he gets hurt a lot. So a caring and soft partner is an immediate go to; especially since in my hc/au tim still exists, just as a different.. persona? Headspace? I really dont know the correct terms <\3

He likes observing as well, but he'll occasionally join in on whatever activity you're doing!!

Icks? Loud people... I would say spontaneous people as well, but considering my take on him, he kinda falls into a softcore version of that category

Hoodie;

Very similar to masky, but also not... between the two hes more.. calm and calculating; whereas Masky tends to dive straight in, in most cases

Should not that neither of them verbally speak; so they both need a partner who's fine with physical touch since that's one of their main ways of communicating/showing affection

Especially with hoodie; dude always has a hand on you and guiding you in some way

Unlike all the others, hoodie does not have ANY preferences for partners. Doesn't matter the personality, body type, and he doesnt have many icks

Probably doesnt like arrogance, kinda just annoys him.... but hey, makes his.. job.. easier

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talonpaw · 29 days

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please PLEASE tell me if i’m being insane or a buzzkill or reading entirely too far into it but why are people SO Desperate for the concept of biological essentialism that they are imposing gender roles on their pets 😭😭😭😭

(he’s just… sitting there? he’s happy to be with his owner??? …average Dog behavior?????)

WHY ARE PEOPLE “BOY MOMS” FOR ANIMALS NOW????? 😭😭😭😭😭

AM I CRAZY??? AM I CUCKOO BANANAS??????????,,??

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holyfruitsnax · 2 years

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Behind Bars pt.2: Blueprint

Summary: Nate’s been sent to prison. Now you and Sully, well mostly you, need to find a way to help him get out, and you’ve thought of something brilliant. Featuring Nate putting pieces together and some Sully and reader bonding time!

Pairing: Nathan Drake x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: Cursing? Maybe angst?, Don’t reaaaally know what to call it but I like!, pregnancy, I never proof read so prolly that

A/N: Guess whose laptop updated 😏

Sully huffed carrying the last of your things into his apartment. “Alright...So!” He clapped his hands together looking towards you. “Tell me what the cops said about Nate’s...Situation. Unless you want to get settled and all first I mean that’s- that’s understandable and super cool too” Sully smiled a little awkward, not really sure where you stand with him. “We can talk. Might help honestly.” You sighed plopping down on Sully’s sofa. “Yeah, it also might make you punch me in the face so, there’s that kid.” He joked sitting next to you, happy to hear you chuckle a little. “What? You’re not gonna tell me yes or no to that?” Sully raised his brows hating the smirk you gave him. “So, they had Nate cuffed down so tight you’d think he’d killed somebody.” You started making Sully wince a little. “What? He didn’t, right?” You hissed sitting up straight.

“No...He did shoot...some guys...” Sully’s eyes closed before he heaved. “That being said, I’ve got no idea if they lived so, I couldn’t tell you kid, honestly.” His leg bounced to help ease his nerves. “So we’re being honest finally?” You scoffed, feeling like your slightly sour tone was justified as you forgot about telling Sully what he wanted to hear. “Fine. Then tell me how? How the fuck do two guys steal millions, how does one of those idiots get caught while the other runs off like some kinda-” You stopped your angry rant seeing Sully so nervous. “Jo, Jo Braddock that’s how...and maybe Chloe Frazer but that’s less likely. Kind of.” He looked down at you, not expecting a raised brow. “Who?”

Sully rubbed the back of his neck. “Ah...Braddock is an old enemy of sorts, wants the same shit we’re after.” “Were after.” You corrected making sure Sully knew treasure hunting would be a part of Nate’s past. “Chloeeee...Enemy friend? Frienemies? She kinda had a thing for Nate, honestly, I think he did too hah.” Sully chuckled remembering their antics when they’d tried to work together the first time. “Not as much as he loves you- Of course.” He sputters seeing you deadpan. “Nice one Sullivan.” You huffed. Great, now you had some chick to worry about too. “Hey! I mean it kid! I’ve never seen him so whipped in my life.” Sully pressed a hand to his chest flashing the ‘scouts honor’ symbol.

You both laughed a little, Mr. Whiskers opting to join you. “I know you want Nate to be done with all of this...But, that’s just not possible. I’m sorry, I really am kid. Once you’re in. You’re in for good.” He explained hopping up from the couch to open his fridge. “Why not?” You furrowed your brows turning around backwards on the sofa while Sully cracked open a beer. “Too many people know what he’s done and where he’s been. Plus, I know him well, He’s too good at what he does to just stop, it’ll never happen.” He gestured around. You hadn’t thought about that part. “He might would try for you and you know.” He pointed down at your stomach “The little guy but, realistically, no matter how hard he tried...It’d always come back.” Sully took a swig of his beer holding out another towards you. You looked at him like he was crazy making him nod “Right, baby n’ all. What a buzzkill amiright?” He chuckled bringing both beers with him anyways.

“You’re fucking nuts man.” You laugh shaking your head. If you couldn’t get Nate out, you’d just have to help him while he’s in...and also in prison. Glancing down at the coffee table you noticed a pack of bubble gum. Nate loves that stuff, it made you sigh thinking about him offering you a piece with a pickup line the day he’d met you. “I know they make those things ah...” Nate snapped his fingers trying to recall. “Ice breakers! But Hubba Bubba has never let me down.” He chuckled holding a piece out to you making you scrunch your nose and smile. “Oh- do you? Do you think you’re smooth?” You grinned taking the gum. “I think I’m adorable.” He chuckled making you roll your eyes. “Speaking of...Adorable~” He winked to you, noticing your blush now. “I mean, I feel like that was pretty smo-” “Mmmm, Mediocre.” “Harsh.” You bantered back and forth laughing. You’d been staring at a pack of gum for six minutes, that’s when it hit you, there was a way you could help him from the inside. Jolting forwards you grabbed Sully’s laptop, unfolding it, forcing him to unlock it. “Hey- Woah now I don’t remember what I had open last on there so- Oh okay! Fine! Let’s just invade people’s privacy!” He spoke loudly as you shoved the keyboard closer to him. “Milfs2908....Seriously? What are you twelve?” You laughed taking the laptop back. “Gotta keep people on their toes! I mean who’d hack a guy whose password is that! Common curtesy in the hacking world, you can’t hack someone with a cool password.”

You rolled your eyes opening the web browser typing in the prison name, clicking on their about and history page to find more. “What’s cooking up in that brain of yours?” Sully asked moving on to the other beer. “I think I know a way to try and help Nate. Might not be perfect but, It’s the only thing I can think of.” You explained your plan to Sully, who began to help you find out as much as he could on the prison. That’s when you found them, the blueprints. You took your time sketching them out for your plan, using different colors here and there to mark anything that seemed important.

A month and a half had passed since Nate was brought to prison. He’d been stripped down in a room full of men, searched, given a checkup, and then got his ass kicked within the first two weeks. Ups and downs (Mostly downs) aside, they were finally letting him have visitors. He found it odd since most prisoners here weren’t allowed to, they’d been deemed too dangerous. He didn’t know you’d told them about being pregnant and asked to see him from time to time if he stayed on good behavior. “A Mrs. y/n Drake is here to see you?” The warden questioned while unlocking his cell door. “Yeah. s’my wife.” He smiled letting the warden cuff him. The man whistled “I bet she ain’t happy with you.” He joked making Nate scowl. “No, not particularly.” He brushed off his feelings as the warden walked him out to a table, cuffing him to it. “She’s good to come in, I’ll be right behind those doors. Don’t try anything.” He pointed at Nate, pressing a buzzer to unlock the heavy metal doors.

And there you were. He noted your freshly done hair and makeup, and the coat you wore let him know it was beginning to get cold outside. God he missed you. “Baby!” He smiled as you walked up to him, a sweet smile offered back. “Nate...Oh my gosh your eye?!” You went to coo at him but immediately noticed the large purple bruise around his right eye. “Oh, that? It’s nothing. Really you should see the other guy!” He joked, leaning into your hand caressing his face. “I miss you.” You hummed opting to sit next to him on the bench seat, letting your eyes take in his slightly rugged appearance. He hadn’t shaved so he sported some stubble and his brown hair had been left without gel. He looked tired already. “I miss you too babe. I can’t believe they let you come to see me!” Nate wished he could scoot in closer as you shrugged off your coat.

“I know, but I told them I just had to! Apparently, you’ve been pretty good” You nodded, elbows resting on the table, comfortable talk going back and forth for a while. You’d never felt self conscious around Nate but the way his eyes kept skimming over you, like there was something he was trying to figure out made you straighten your spine. Nate of course, really was trying to figure something out. You were lovely, always had been. He checked you out over and over again, until he finally realized, you look different. Your cheeks a little fuller, breasts a little larger, in fact, everything about you just seemed a little plumper. Not that he minded of course, finding the slight roundness to your middle cute. He decided not to ask, seeing that it could be from the stress he’d caused you.

A buzzer sounded again, cue the warden coming back out for Nate after some time had passed. “Alright Drake, your sixty minutes are up. Say your goodbyes, she can come back another day.” The man sighed, checking the clock impatiently. “Okay- uhm.” Nate swiveled to look at you again, your smile spreading to his own lips. “I love you...I hope you still love me?” He mumbled leaning in. You giggle a little and connect your lips since Nate couldn’t reach. “Of course I do.” A sad tinge in your voice made Nate’s chest hurt. With that the warden uncuffed his ankle from the table beginning to take Nate away. “W-wait!” You call making the taller man turn to you with a confused look to match Nate’s. “Can I give him this? You can search it! I just- he really likes it. I figure it couldn’t do any harm.” You smile sweetly, nerves making your hands tremble as you held out a pack of gum.

The warden scooped up the pack and opened it just to close it again. “Yeah, yeah I guess that’s fine.” He smiled down to you. “Thank you so much!” You gleamed tossing back on your jacket. As Nate took the pack of gum and went to turn back around with the warden, his eyes couldn’t help but land on your middle again. “I don’t care about Millions Nathan! I care about you, I want you, home with Us.” He let your words replay from your first meeting. Holy shit, we. You’re pregnant, aren’t you? His head whipped to look over his shoulder, but they’d already made you leave. Maybe he was just jumping to conclusions. Maybe he wasn’t, course he couldn’t risk asking in case...y’know you weren’t pregnant.

Back in his cement room, Nate paced back and forth replaying your image in his mind. You were glowing, GLOWING. Sure, people gained and lost weight all the time, but something felt off. In the midst of his stress, Nate pulled out a piece of gum, popping it in his mouth. As he went to toss the wrapper, he caught himself, unfolding it. The number seven had been etched into a corner while the whole sheet had been used to draft part of a drawing. Why number it? Nate sat cross legged on the ground dumping all the gum from his pack he began to unwrap them all, stashing the unwrapped pieces back into the cardboard in hopes to chew it later.

“Lights out in ten.” A warden called making Nate freeze, but no one came past. “What are you trying to tell me?” He huffed finally getting everything undone. Arranging the wrappers around a few times, Nate’s eye’s shot wide. “Oh my god! She’s a genius!” He laughed to himself. You’d drawn and aligned a blueprint of the prison on the inside of his gum wrappers. Vent systems, offices, cameras, alarms, all marked. ‘Good luck in there kid.’ Sully, ‘I love you! See you soon!’ y/n. Scooping up his wrappers Nate hid them away safely, laying back in his cot as the lights shut off. He was getting out of here. He was also...Maybe a father?

I hope you like it y’all! There’s gonna be more of course, much love! <3 -Snax

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland x pregnant!reader #victor sullivan #Nathan Drake #nathan drake imagine #nathan drake x reader #nathan drake x pregnant!reader #uncharted 2022

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savedgame · 1 year

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My brother has been home for the week and its making me insane. the past year after i graduated school ive been holding random jobs, unable to drive and living from home with no social life outside of my parents and long distance relationships from school. The past month, I lost both my best friend and boyfriend, making the last time I had been around someone who wasnt my parents back in january when he visited me. Ive tried to learn how to control my jealousy and anger because its not my brothers fault he goes through life differently but when he comes home drunk and wakes me up just to tell me the crazy things at the bar I want to killmyself. When he tells me how he and his girlfriend, who he sees and gets to be with everyday, mutually agreed to take a break this summer cause they both have awesome summer jobs, I see red. I think about how I was dumped suddenly because I wanted to stay friends with my other ex, how even that nothing, that long distance whatever where all i had to look forward to was discord calls and good morning texts was taken from me, and then I get called a introvert and buzzkill because i dont want to wake up at 8am to go jogging with my brother. its crazy to me how he can be 21 and not realize that i dont oversleep because im lazy or love sleep, i genuinely do not want to be awake because I have nothing positive to look forward to. no friends, no relationships, cant drive, just waking up to job search. sometimes on a good day i can self medicate with shitty delta8 pens and alcohol, and watch a movie with people through discord. the difference in our lives and the fact that i had to struggle through 12 years of no friends in grade school in order to focus on art and school and to get into a good college has left me with fucking nothing. im hopeful for the future, i know this is just a low point but god i cant take it sometimes, i just wish he understood, just to make this more bearable,

#i always get whiplash cause i consider myself well adjusted medicated etc compared to a lot of people online #because i have better resources im grateful etc #but when i see how he cant simply understand that i have a #nothing life lol thats all i can call it rn #and treat me with some sort of sympathy #i hate how i have to be the bigger person

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megantheebaddest · 2 years

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can u do an urban imagine where urban being protective and reader just sitting there like “🤦‍♀️”?

“Okay babe which one do you think i should wear?” You asked holding up two options of bathing suits. Urban looked up from his phone. He examined each one with an eyebrow up. “Hmmm… baby i’d honestly go with that one.” He said pointing to the one piece. “But this one’s cuter!” You whined. “Yeah but what if you get sunburn really bad in all the wrong places in that one” he said pointing at the bikini. You giggled. “Baby what kind of logic is that, i’ll probably still get sunburn in the one piece too.” you said laughing. “Yeah you right. I’ll rub lotion on you later..” Urban said giving you a wink.

You and Urban were currently getting ready for a yacht day planned by Jack. The whole crew was going. “Jack just texted me they will be here to get us any minute.” Urban said. You came out of the bathroom in your tiny bikini. Urban’s eyes widened. “God damn baby. What did i do to deserve a woman like you??”. Urban immediately reached out to kiss you.

“They’re here” Urban said checking his phone. You both gathered everything you were taking and headed out to the van. It was a big van that fit 11 people but somehow there was still no room.

“Y/n your small enough.. Sit on the floor up there by Neelam.” Jack said nonchalantly.

“Are you crazy dude? What if we wreck!” Urban shouted.

You busted out laughing. “Urb it will be fine.. i promise” You said quietly to him. You didn’t know why Urban was acting like this with you. He had his moments of being too protective. It didn’t bother you cause you knew he at least cared about you. The whole ride there was pretty bumpy for you. You didn’t mind, you were just so excited to go out on the ocean. You loved boat days like this.

About 2 hours in is when everyone decided to do the jet skis and swim. You were standing with Jack by the railing watching everyone get in the water. You didn’t know but Urban had his eyes on you. Right as you bent down to show Jack something in the water Urban yelled to get your attention. You and Jack spun around with a worried look on your faces. “You better get a life Jacket on y/n” Urban said concerned. Jack turned back towards you. “Buzzkill huh? What’s up with him anyways?” Jack asked laughing. “I couldn’t even tell you” you said laughing again. You and Jack turned back to look at Urban again. He was already looking at you both, shaking his head and laughing. He knew you guys were talking about him.

“Calm down over there, mother goose” Jack yelled back at him while laughing. Urban walked up to you guys. “I can’t help it. I just love her so much. Don’t want nothing to happen to her.” Urban said while hugging you from behind. “Eww” Jack said walking away.

“I knew that’d get him to leave.. but I’m sorry baby if i’m annoying..” Urban said kissing your cheek as he was still holding you from behind. You leaned your head back against his chest. “It’s okay curby, you always are and i love it.” You say laughing. He clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth. “Heyyy” he whined.

#urban wyatt imagine #urban wyatt #urban wyatt fic #urban wyatt x y/n #urban wyatt x you #urban wyatt x reader #urban wyatt fluff #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow #anon request #send in concepts #send requests

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loveorwhatyouwill · 9 months

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call me a fucking buzzkill or whatever but I hate how telling people to kill themselves is becoming more normalised on the internet

I don't care if it's meant to be a joke, I just don't think we should be saying "kys seriously" or posting graphic descriptions of suicidal acts on social media - especially when it's directed towards a stranger and you have no idea how it might make them feel

I know people will make arguments about curating your own online experience or taking the power out of words but that feels massively reductive to me and I don't understand why I'm being made to feel crazy for being uncomfortable about this or not taking pride in calling tumblr "the death threat website"

#the kicker is that its usually over just petty fandom arguments when ive seen it #its not quirky and fun to trivialise suicide and its not cringe to care about this stuff #cw suicide

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andywinter16 · 1 year

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Hi! Not sure if you're doing requests, but if you do, maybe "Falling asleep together" from Fluff Bingo, with Libertus and Pelna and their s/o? Really like the way you write the Glaives, hope you'll have a great day/night!

Of course, I love do fluff bingo! Awwww, thank you kindly❤️ (but I still think I made them too OCC ) And I am so sorry it took me so long but my job is crazy right now, and I have less time for writing :/

And thank you for giving me ideas for writing ❤️ Just little warning Libertus kind of went out of control. (it took me quite long to get to the main point) So his story is little angsty that I anticipated.

*galadhian words used:

inalis - the sweetest /sweetie

Libertus Ostium:

He knew it was stupid to partake in that drinking game against Crowe, Pelna and Nyx. Hell, Luche was telling them not to do that. Always a buzzkill, that one! But maybe this time was Luche right, they really over did it even for their standarts. Libertus annoyedly sighed. Whole street was spinning under his feet, and his stomach wasn't happy about it either. Yeah, the hungover will be a bitch in the morning, he could tell the others would be in a bad shape after this too. He smirked gleefully, served them right for challenging him.

Lib had to lean against the wall for support. That cavaugh whiskey kicked different, that was for sure. He steadied himself and gritted his teeth, so close to his destination. Just one more crowded street and old creaking stairs to your doorstep. Oh Ramuh, you will not be happy about his state. When you two were once on a date in one of the lovely Insomnian park, you told him about your parent being alcoholic with pretty bad temper. Lib almost went to search for your parent to give them piece of his mind and most probably punch in the face If you didn´t stopped him right there. But the point was that you weren´t very keen of drunk people. In the back of his mind, guilt creeped on the surface and swept over him like a tsunami.

Fuck, he can´t get back to you looking like a shit. A certain memory flashed through his mind so crystal clear. When he came home drunk last time. You looked so upset, and Libertus would bet his misserable paycheck that you were also dissapointed in him. Even if you didn´t said it out loud. This turmoil of thoughts accompanied him the rest of the way. Lib wasn´t even sure how he got there. It was too fast. He was mindful not to make any sound when he opened your door, which as any drunk person is not really much possible.

"Libertus?" said your sleepy voice from sofa. Busted.

"Shhh, it´s kay! I didn´t want to wake you up, sweet cheeks." he clumsily walked to you and gently grabbed your hand in his big ones. You were taken a back with this, the sleep that clouded your mind slowly dissapearing. When your eyes focused Libertus looked quite sheepish, like a little boy who got into trouble. What adorable giant of yours!

" You ... you know that I love you, right? That I would never hurt you, like they did, inalis." his hands were so warm and caloused against yours. "I - I know you don´t like when I get drunk an-..." you pecked those puffy lips to silent him . " Is that what this is all about?" shaking your head in disbelief, you said. " Lib, you´re not them! I may not be thrilled of you getting drunk, but" you grabbed his chin that he could look at you," you would never hurt me. We love and respect each other too much." Lib eyes were blown out, damn it! He start to showering you in sweet kisses. You laughted at his antic. " Baby, stop! Let´s get you in the bed." Unhappy grumble leaved his throat, but obediently complied. You helped him to your small bedroom, it was kind of struggle because Libertus holded you like his life depended on it. You let him sit and helped him to undress. Libertus then collapsed onto the mattress.

" Big boy, that´s my side of bed." you teased. He tiredly mumbled something that sounded too much like smells like you. You climbed after him on the bed. Your head instantly rested on his chest right where his heart lies, while you both hugged and entangled your legs. Even though Lib was drunk, he still smelled so alluringly. It always made your mind peacefull. A faint snore reached your ears. You have to restrain not to laugh aloud, your teddy bear went out like a light. You softly kissed his temple. "Sweet dreams, love." You said silently before his heartbeat lulled you also to land of dreaming.

Pelna Khara:

Why is he even putting up with this? Pelna briefly wondered. He was tired of the constant problems that haunted them everywhere they went. Such was the life of Kingsglaive, Barett once told him when on guard duty. Still the last mission was "disastreous" in the eyes of nobles, and the paperwork for it was even worse. That´s what they get when Furias are on demolition team. Door in to his small office went open, and inside walked wall of papers. "Soni, this isn´t even funny anymore, how much papers are we suppose to sort?" lamented Pelna. Sonitus head popped out under the papers. He had that apologetic smile. " Don´t ask that, or you will get depressed like Luche." Pelna wanted to tear his own hair out out of flustration. His energies were on the lowest, he needed sleep so badly. " Yeah, it´s that bad. Let me take your place for a moment. You look awful, man. " Soni offered. Pelna exhaled sharply. That badly he looked, eh? " I suppose, I could use a break for a minute." Pelna took his mug and went for kitchen. Coffee should help him out. But what suprise awaited him in there, was you swaying into soft music from radio. The smell of freshly grounded coffee beans hitting his nostrils. You were his sweet balm for the soul and all ills. Pelna sneakily went to hug you from behind. and cheekily pecking you on the cheek.

" Yes, darling?" you asked sweetly. Pelna didn´t miss the tiredness of your voice.

" I just wanted to see my favourite person." You were both in awful shape. " You flatterer, you definitively went for coffee first." loopside grin appeared on his face. You took his mug and poured him fresh black coffee. Then you added two sugars and one coffee creamer, just how Pelna likes it. This warmed him inside, even on the verge of collapse, you would still take care of him.

" Come on, let´s sit down on the sofa. You´re already half asleep on me." you teased lightly. But Astrals know that you could use a break. You both sat down, Pelna more likely collapsed. Luckily you had both of your mugs that you put on the small table. Pelna needily embraced you, his warm and weight enveloping you in human cocoon. Pelna tickled you with his beard on your neck.

" Just five minutes of rest, what do you say Y/N?" he huskily said in your ear. Oh, you couldn´t deny your precious husband. He was addicting like chocolate.

" Oh my, what would I do with you? I can possible let you hurt yourself now because of lack of sleep, do I?" his eyes shined joyfully. Pelna nestled his head on your stomach, using it as comfortable pillow. Your hand automaticaly went in to his soft raven hair, stroking it lovingly. "Thank you, Y/N." he whispered sleepily. Your head rested on the sofa armrest. Your eyelids started to feel so heavy, until you stopped noticing your surroundings and sleep overtook you as your husband.

Two and half hour later in a common room.

"Should´n we wake them up? "

"Don´t you even dare, Furia."

#ffxv #ask game #fluff with angst #fluff bingo #libertus ostium #pelna khara #libertus ostium x reader #pelna khara x reader #okay Lib strikes like a man who would talk in his native language pet names #Pelna sweet overworked Pelna #who were those two?#yep one is Tredd and the other?#mentioned sonitus Bellum

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mare-the-silly-scroingle · 1 year

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i am giggling like crazy i make the worst decisions fucking EVERRR. but like srsly who cares this is a new era for me... or maybe i’m just hungry and one (1) thing happened and now i’m like holy shit the world is crazy. but like. the way that this situation is so unfathomably funny to me but i literally cannot talk about it because people would say things like “that’s so toxic mare” or “this is clearly abnormal thinking” or “why aren’t you on meds yet” like the fucking BUZZKILLS you all are... very very sad. like Lord! calm it down.

#people take me soooooo seriously and that's really funny to me #ALSO WHAT THEY DECIDE TO CARE ABOUT IS FUCKING HYSTERICAL BTW.#me telling my irl that i think my girlfriend is poisoning me and she Doesn't give a fuck #but then i tell her that my gf isn't answering my texts AND SHE STILL HAS A GRUDGE.

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themarcspector-arch · 2 years

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Heads Up Seven Up

aka the last 7 lines you've written.

tagged by: @late-to-the-fandom (thank you! 👋🏽😎)

i mean this is a little more than 7 lines but whatever. also i have wips that aren't fandom related that i could tag but like i'm attempting to rework them so i haven't been writing much of them. and since you tagged me in a fandom work, i'm like...why not.

so have claudia daviau (original chara) x matt murdock (daredevil) in a daredevil fic thing i keep coming back to that i'm stuck on lol

“You’ve been gone for a while,” he replied. “How are you?” There’s something in his voice that sounds like he really cares, making Cloud’s throat prickle just a bit because she's confused about if he does due to how they left things off. Murdock is all she can think. Damn him. She’s not one to open up to people she’s dated and left. It’s..uh... complicated. Even when she's pretty sure her heart would still be in it if they asked. “I’m fine,” she lied, happy he couldn’t see her face because she was giving one of those pulled, half-assed smiles. But her heartbeat said otherwise, it was beating quickly and she was sweating like crazy. He could probably feel it – sense the heightening warmth of her skin. She used to find that whole human lie detector thing fun, but now, the idea was a total buzzkill.

tagging: @deathlessfable / @outfromthesea / @fayelistic / @thelittlestspider / @theaisstillhere / @multiverse-of-themind / @pretendsweetly @stevienicksrps and anyone else who wants to do it!

#tag games #noswipstuff #nosficideas*#i never know who to tag anymore since a lot of my friends are mostly on discord and jcink so like #if you want to be tagged let me know!#but i love tag games lol #i'm like always writing bits of things i never finish that i get back to like a month or a week later lmfao

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empathos · 2 years

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@pantherbound asked: ❛ ‘ offensive & indecent ’ , i’m blushing . ❜ sid to tori !

she wants to bark back, wants to show her bite. i mean it's not every day you find somebody who can match your speed & wit to comeback like that. & the fact that his tactic with it worked ----- absolutely humiliated her where she stood. she wanted to be cocky with him, to tell him off & get him to follow her orders as if she was in charge. but she couldn't. she was blushing, really blushing, & there was a hint of a smile buried beneath her attempt to remain indifferent towards him as a party guest. she couldn't help it, & it drove her crazy that he could tell.

" you take that as a compliment ?" her brows knit together as she stares at him, arms instinctively crossing over her chest to create some form of boundary. all she had tried to do was to cut out any chance of chaos on the back patio because a. they didn't need the neighbors to get involved if he did something reckless & b. this space was directly linked to theo's parent's room... the nerve he had to go hang out there all by himself... she'd almost be impressed if she wasn't so worried that his reputation would proceed him & he'd mess things up with the parent's she'd like to consider as her own. yeah they were out of town, but she couldn't take the risk. while they gave her all the comfort in the world to believe she belonged, there was always a gnawing feeling she'd never been able to shake, that if she screwed up badly enough she'd be sent back. back to where she hated the most, with the people she was to some degree ‘raised’ by. the people she no longer considered family.

so she'd have to hope he'd forgive her for being a buzzkill.

" what are you doing up here, anyways ? there's a party downstairs, you know. & this - " she says, gesturing around the little balcony & towards the door leading to theo's parents bedroom " isn't exactly the place to enjoy it. "

#pantherbound #i love them already? ridiculous

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demigirlboss2girlrotboogaloo · 11 months

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I know I'm an absolute crazy person for thinking like this, but...maybe we should just like. Normalize being extremely fucking empathetic. Even if it makes us do dumb things, like look autistic as Hell when we fail to get a joke, we should be empathetic. Even if it makes us look like cringe, uncool buzzkills we should nonetheless make it a priority to confirm that people aren't hiding legitimate discomfort when they laugh uncomfortably and tell you to stop. I think it should be considered normal to make sure people don't stop feeling. Because I've been there. I've stopped feeling. I hate it. So I'm gonna keep feeling from now on, and I'll do so aggressively and passionately even if it scares people who can't decipher my nonexistent ulterior motives, I will live my life and I will keep feeling while I do it because fuck suppression.

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swxppedshitposts · 11 months

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Alex: (drunkenly teetering on the edge of the platform at an empty train station) Hey, Caroline, should I jump?

Caroline: What, NO????? (she grabs him by the arm) Stop that!

Alex: Are you sure? You could take pictures of my mangled body with your phone and sell them to strange people on the internet who find it sexy.

Caroline: (with her head in her hands) Oh my God. Alexsander, I know you’re not actually gonna jump off that platform, but you really need to stop saying shit like this. It’s getting to be genuinely frightening.

Alex: Booooooooo! Buzzkill! (he throws his empty can of lager at her)

Caroline: >:C (she bats it away) Why did you take that from the party? You don’t even LIKE lager!

Alex: Well, you see, there’s this brilliant new concept called getting smashed-- (he materialises a bottle of red wine)

Caroline: ...All these years later and I still don’t understand how it is you do that.

Alex: It’s magic, bitch.

Caroline: (she gasps while giggling) Did you just call me a bitch???

Alex: Sorry, Caroline. (he drops the bottle) BOLLOCKS!

Caroline: You know, you’re actually really weird when you’ve been drinking. You’re...different. Sometimes, I don’t even know who you are.

Alex: Ah, fuck. I’ve scandalised you. (he sits on the floor)

Caroline: (she laughs) You haven’t scandalised me. It’s just crazy to think that I’m leaving a party sober because you wouldn’t stop downing drinks like there’s no tomorrow which meant that I had to keep a bloody close eye on you. You have meetings tomorrow! What the Hell possessed you to get this drunk on a Sunday night?

Alex: ...............I’m not like the other people at those parties, Caroline.

Caroline: (she sighs) ...No. No, I don’t s’pose you are. But you know what...? I don’t think I’d like you half as much if you were.

Alex: (with his face buried in his knees, he whispers) Liar.

Caroline: (she frowns) Are you crying?

Alex: (he ignores her as their train arrives at the station)

Caroline: ...C’mon. Train’s here. (she helps him up) Let’s get you home, hm? (she lets him rest his head on her shoulder until he stops crying and falls asleep in the empty train carriage with her arm wrapped across him) <3

#tw; suicide #hi i had an anxiety attack and wrote somethin angsty to distract myself lmao it worked but now I'm v sleepy like Alex gnite <3 #I'm okay btw the anxiety attack turned out to be unnecessary haha

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