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The last one blooming, Chapter 8

TITLE: The last one blooming


AUTHOR: fanficshiddles

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine that there is an omegaverse where Alphas and omegas can only bond with their true mate. Loki is an Alpha and he one day meets his omega. But she is a young Midgardian child, who is terrified of Alphas. So he has to work hard to gain her trust, to allow the bond to grow between the two.


As time went on, Rose fit in well on Asgard. Loki taught her everything she needed to know to catch her up before joining school.

When Loki told her about going to school, she was surprisingly ok about it. Her interactions with other Alphas was getting better too. She was still a little skittish around groups of them or if one was loud, but that was to be expected.

The relationship between Loki and Rose grew every day. It wasn’t often that they were apart. Some nights Loki would fall asleep in Rose’s den with her, other times she would sneak into his room and cuddle up beside him.

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Here’s how human athletes (our very BEST human athletes) measure up against a few other members of the animal kingdom. We don’t look too good.

BUT there is one physical activity where humans actually do pretty well. In fact, we might be better than every other species on planet earth. Watch Skunk Bear’s latest video to learn more:

Obviously times for many people have got harder, and people are nervous and fearful. And it’s not just in politics that things are tough. Usain Bolt has run his last Olympics, the Harry Potter films are finished, Piers Morgan's still alive. But, let’s look at the other side of the coin. Metallica’s new album is an absolute cracker. And on a deeper level, I’m optimistic. Wherever you see tragedy, you see bravery too. Wherever you see ordinary people, you see extraordinary ordinary people come to their aid. Today’s Red Nose Day and people are giving their hard-earned cash to people who they’ll never meet, but whose pain and fear they feel and want to fight. So, it’s not just romantic love which is all around. Most people still everyday, everywhere, have enough love in their heart to help human beings in trouble. Goods going to win. I’m actually sure of it.

Prime Minister Hugh Grant being extremely on point given the events of this week

“Wherever you see tragedy, you see bravery too.”

The Unspoken Game

A/N: So like said before I wasn’t ever going to post this because this was orginally for Chloe who’s been a little ran down lately. So no judgements ! This is a Thomas fic WHO I’VE NEVER WRITTEN ABOUT EVER ! BE PROUD OF ME LOL ! I hope you all enjoy this as much as I know that Chloe did !

Dedicated to: @writing-obrien

Warning: God, the smut tho. I’m just be warned.

Word count: 2714

Originally posted by space-ing-out

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TW: Mentions of past rape

As soon as you walked on set you felt like you’d been punched in the gut. The neck tattoo was the first thing you saw and you thought there was no way it could be him. So many guys had the same douchey neck tattoo. There was no way it could be Trevor. You were so wrong. 

“Y/N.” He approached you like a snake stalking his prey. Trevor moved his hand to your face, caressing it like he owned you and you squeezed your eyes shut, swallowing thickly. “Long time no see, princess.” 

“Trevor, you’re needed.” A voice you couldn’t quite make out called him away and he winked at you as he left, dragging his hand down your face and to your chest as he left. As soon as he was gone you bolted from the set, running so fast your lungs burned as you tried to suck in air. 

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Red - Losers Club


how the reader met and became a part of the losers club

words: 2441

pairing: none (well, it’s a reader insert so a slight of everyone)

note: this is my first reader insert so it might not be that good. should i start writing x reader imagines? i kinda want to, it sounds fun.

“Here you go, Y/N.”

Y/N smiles warmly at the older woman behind the desk. She grabs the freshly stamped book she had planned to borrow for a week.

She hugs the book against her front, another small smile gracing her features. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” Mrs. Starrett returns her smile. “Enjoy your book, dear.”

Y/N’s eyes shift quickly over to the clock on the side, it read 5:37. A frown replaces the smile on her lips and a sigh escapes her.

“I’m afraid I’d have to get going, Mrs. Starrett.”

The woman waves at her goodbye. “Be careful on your way home, Y/N. With everything that’s happening and the children disappearing…” Mrs. Starrett frowns as her words trail off.

She nods her head. “I will.”

Y/N pushed the huge front door open and stepped out to the fresh air of Derry.

Before starting to walk, she observes her surroundings cautiously, afraid she’d run into Henry and his gang. Sighing in relief that they were nowhere to be found, she sets on her way with haste.

She thought back to what her mother had told her that morning.

I expect you to be back at exactly 6 PM. Alright, Y/N? You know how worried I get. Her mother had reminded sternly before she had allowed Y/N to take a step out their front door.

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Together in Paris

A Percabeth fic inspired by the movie Anastasia. I’m not 100% happy with the title, it might be changed in the future. But anyway, I hope you enjoy!

The Beginning

Poseidon’s palace was the most beautiful building in the entire country of Greece, so of course it was the first place Annabeth went when she ran away from home. So what if it was the ultimate symbol of power for her mother’s sworn enemy? So what if she’d probably be murdered if they ever found out her true identity? Annabeth was drawn to the place, pulled by an invisible rope that weaved around her wrist, her ribs, her very heart, coiled tight and dragged her in. She belonged in that beautiful building. She didn’t know why, but she was a smart girl: she’d figure it out.

The staff took pity on her. Unwilling to turn away a seven year old girl who had appeared on their doorstep in her pyjamas and claimed to be an orphan, they put her to work. Annabeth didn’t mind the labour. Mostly she was grateful that she had something to keep her busy, and her job as a maid meant that she got to spend her days admiring the impressive architecture of the palace. Once her chores were done she liked to wander, craning her head back to peer at the towering gables in the roof, the floor-to-ceiling windows and the amazingly life-like portraiture that decorated the walls. 

And after all that, she liked to read. The palace had an extensive library, but no one else that lived there seemed to make much use of it; but Annabeth didn’t need to worry about being discovered there anyway. There was a secret compartment, in the very back left hand corner of the room, that could only be accessed by sliding open a panel in what appeared to be a solid wall. Annabeth had discovered it by accident in her first week at the palace, when she was dusting one of the busts and slipped, knocking the panel slightly loose. It was now one of her favourite places: her own secret space, where no one could find her. 

She was in there one day, reading a thick tome on the history of the palace, when she heard the library door shut with a soft thud, followed by a boy declaring, “Yes, this is perfect. Chiron will never think to look for me in here, and I won’t have to do the Latin exam after all!”

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Mixed Emotions

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2394

Author’s Note: I thought of the idea of this when I started re-watching teen wolf season three. I fucking love to write angst and fluff so this is what it is! Thank you to my babes, @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me <3

Originally posted by stilinskikissme

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