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I had Depressed Cowgirl Electropop Afternoon, whatever the fuck that means. It was just like, murder country and two Cascada songs

what the FUCK is this supposed to mean, Spotify ??????

In his room, windows open, warm out, smells like woodsmoke. It's quiet. We're playing separate games, looking at each other, separate music. He listens to rock, I have Lana in my earbuds. I'm in his boxers. It's easy. Sometimes feeling like a woman is the best thing in the world. Sometimes, it does feel like a blessing.

as sweet as heaven she was ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

My eye doctor: wow you're so stable! I wish my prescription stayed this stable :)

Me, foaming at the mouth: ah yes! I'm going to get a good grade in Shitty Eyesight, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve,

Oh just tear my heart out why don't you???

The Best Medicine

Word count: 6,282

Loki x reader (SFW) – the reader is not gendered (no pronouns are used), however, since I identify as a lady, this might read more like a female reader. No use of Y/N. 

Content warnings: Discussion/symptoms of cramps (never specified as menstrual cramps, but it is lightly implied), taking medication, sort of graphic descriptions of pain (nothing too horrible, but if you’ve ever had cramps, you know how it is), slight NSFW joking (b/c Loki lol)

Summary: the reader experiences bad cramps, and Loki puts his magic abilities to good use

Also on Ao3

This is my first time writing Loki and my first reader insert, so apologies if things are a little funky

 Part two (complete)

You and Loki had a sort of arrangement. It had started completely by accident one fateful night – a night that had you battling for your life. 

Cramps. You were having god-awful cramps. 

They had woken you up in the middle of the night, pulling you out of a blissful unconsciousness to the feeling of your insides being ripped to shreds. 

You groaned, rolling off your bed and just managing to kick your legs underneath you before stumbling towards the door.

You didn’t think to put socks or a sweatshirt on, despite the cold temperature inside the compound – all you could think about was getting ibuprofen in your system before you exploded from the sheer pain of the claws tearing at your internal organs. You really needed to keep a bottle of Advil in your room. Unfortunately, the medication you were looking for was in the kitchen. 

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The vintage aesthetic is too good, what a shame the vintage world wasn't

angelic state of mind

getting over somebody you never dated

except you did date them but it was in middle school but they were literally one of the best friends you ever had and even after they clearly couldn't stick to dating one person alone and you had to break up with them you were still each others perfect complement and continue to be so but they're a bad person who cheats and lies and manipulates but they're soft with you but you know it isn't real but kind of wonder if it is because they haven't changed around you since middle school and you're forever a little flirty and in love with each other and every time you talk you're best friends again but because it was middle school nobody lets you count it as a real relationship because you're young adults now and you let it slide because you hate them but you also don't and can't and never will and they're so mean to you but really they aren't they just call you out on your bullshit and you do the same thing but they have a lot more bullshit than you and you just really, really deeply in your soul know that they will never ever be a good person for you and refuse to heal from what hurt them and also kind of enjoy being a bad person who takes from people but when you're with them they're eleven again. And so are you. And you're wearing unicorn leggings and they're complimenting said leggings and they think you're the funniest, prettiest, most enthralling and intelligent and talented person they've ever met and they make sure you always know that and you both secretly always believe you're soulmates but awkwardly dance around that concept just like you did when you were eleven and twelve and awkwardly dancing around like-liking each other and you know they would always come back to you and you'd like to let them but value yourself too much to let them and sometimes, actually most times, you wonder if being with them could possibly hurt as much as being without them. And you know it would and all of your friends would be so mad at you and you'd be so humiliated and the only one who would understand would be your mom who went through the same thing and the only thing that stopped the feeling for her is that he fucking died and they have birthdays two days apart and you wonder if the universe is throwing round two at you and goddammit you wish you were eleven again and sharing a phone with your brothers and frantically saying goodnight while your oldest brother stands in your doorway looking pissed off and you hold their hand in the bleachers the next morning but pretend you aren't into it but you're still holding their hand anyway when you decide you're better of as friends and you still held their hand freshman year in history class because the lecture was boring and they let you color their bracelet in highlighters and told your shitty mean friends about it but they didn't get it and asked why you'd want to date someone you talked so much shit about and you say that you don't but that they haven't changed a bit and you miss how you feel with them and how you understand each other and you still make sly eye contact in sophomore year biology even when you date their best friend that sucked so bad he made you think you only liked girls and you still chose to sit behind them in psychology junior year and talk every day and let them pick your brain and laughed with them at lunch and let them take pictures of you so they could post them on your birthday but they never did because they had another girlfriend that they were cheating on again and you also watched them every day in english that year and were so happy to be in groups with them and you still drew them in your free time and you still watched them in english again your senior year because they looked so beautiful and had grown so much and were so confident now and you still dedicated an entire painting to them in your art class that nobody actually knew the meaning of. But I guess you never dated for real.