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bellamyblakru · 1 year
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love me like you did (i’ll give you anything) (merthur au, canon universe wip) for @fluffypotatey
the enemy was a golden silhouette in the dying light, his hair a bright halo, a beacon leading his team onwards…
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babyonboardfloyd · 1 year
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morning after | robert 'bob' floyd
pairing: robert floyd x f!reader (almost no descriptions of reader besides tiny hair mention)
warnings: teensiest tiniest allusion to sex, mentions of alcohol, and almost zero proof-reading
inspired by truly, madly, deeply by one direction lol
robert floyd didn’t do one night stands. it wasn’t his thing. he wasn’t the type to get drunk at the hard deck and take the pretty girl home from the bar, like hangman always did. he wasn’t the type to flirt with the stranger that had caught his eye and ask to buy her a drink. he liked to play the long game. admire from a distance, form a friendship, let feelings develop naturally.
that was until he saw you. he had seen you behind the bar of the hard deck one night, your smile radiant as you handed a patron their beer. bob couldn’t help magnetic draw he felt to you. shocking everyone around him, including himself, bob stood up from his stool by the pool table, brushed the peanut shells from his lap, and made his way over to where you stood.
you looked up from where you were now wiping down the bar top, eyes meeting his blue ones behind his huge glasses.
“what can i get for ya?” you asked the bespectacled stranger.
“nothing. um, i -uh, hi. my name is robert and i -uh never do this but you are gorgeous and i just needed to tell you that ma’am”
the blush that crept over your face was burning red as you smiled and introduced yourself back, bashfully accepting his compliment. the rest of the night flew by as robert stayed up at the bar, the two of you laughing and talking all night. even after your shift was over, you remained to have a drink with the man. one thing led to another and bob found himself waking up the next morning, his long limbs tangled in yours, and you breathing softly next to him in your bed.
bob’s heart soared out of his chest. you looked so angelic laying there, the early morning sun peaking through the blinds and falling gently on your cheeks. he reached out and brushed a stray hair away from your forehead, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to your face.
you stirred in his arms and blinked up slowly at the man you took home from the bar. in your sleepy haze, you saw a faint look of concern behind his eyes, which you mirrored, worrying he regretted coming home with you.
he spoke gently, hand still gently playing with your hair, “i want you to know that i don’t normally do this, i -uh, i don’t do one night stands. i like to take a girl out a few times, be a gentleman, ya know?,” he laughed once, “and i -uh, obviously we missed a few steps, and i know we only met last night, but i like you, a lot, and i’d love to get to know you even better, take you out tonight.”
still coming fully to consciousness, his words leave you speechless, a gentle blush creeping over your cheeks. your silence sends panic rushing into bob’s mind, and he stammers out, “and i -uh, i totally understand if this was just, like, a one night thing and you -uh, you didn’t feel anything and that didn’t mean anything. i totally get that.”
again, you didn’t say anything, but instead you leaned into the man laying next to you and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. he kissed you back immediately, you could feel the sincerity in his kiss.
“so, uh, does this mean you’ll go out with me?”
you giggle lightly at his question, “yes, robby, i’d love to. and for the record, i don’t do one night stands either, i felt something too.”
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themysteriousphoenix · 9 months
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Almost At Peace
I wrote something. I am surprised as the rest of you...
After the election and all of the chaos that came with it, Queenie gets a little pep talk from none other than Newt Scamander.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/49095490
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hailhydrating · 2 years
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I’m writing fanfic now!! If you’re a fan of fremione, banter, flirt-fighting, the goblet of fire or sensitive George, then I hope you’ll give my fic a read!
4 chapters are posted to ao3, and more are to come!
Here’s the link! Enjoy!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/40181382
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emometalhead · 2 years
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Axl Rose/Izzy Stradlin
"If you're sleeping, are you dreaming? If you're dreaming are you dreaming of me?"
Axl had never felt so happy in a relationship.
Axl was a man of many insecurities. Dating someone as emotionally stunted as Izzy didn't help. He always felt there was a reason to question the state of his relationship.
He looked at the phone. Maybe he should call, just to check in. He looked at the clock. 3:00 AM. Izzy was probably asleep. Axl at least hoped Izzy was asleep. Not to say his own sleeping habits were ideal, but Izzy really needed the rest. Axl hoped Izzy had thought about him during the night. They hadn't spoken since the previous day. Axl was busy writing, in a fit of creativity. Izzy had been off doing God knows what. Their free time just hadn't overlapped.
He looked at the phone again, then once more at the time. He called anyway. The phone rang once, twice, and Axl almost put it down. Then, a tired voice came though. "Yeah? It's Izzy."
"Hey Iz. Did I wake you?"
"Only kinda."
Axl laughed lightly to himself. Izzy wasn't always a man of many words. "What does that mean?"
"It means I was dreaming of you, so it's not like you calling me really interrupted anything."
Izzy was dreaming of him.
"You were dreaming of me?" He asked with a lift in his voice. "
"God it sounds so cheesy. I almost wish I was lying."
"No you don't. You love me."
Izzy went silent, letting Axl hear him breathe. "Yeah I do. I do love you." Axl could visualize Izzy with a lazy smirk on his face.
"I know, ya jerk. Now get some sleep so you can get back to dreaming of me."
"Night Ax."
"Night Iz."
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So I’m gonna try a thing... my mentor has suggested that I talk more about my faith and God with others as a way to kind of provide perspective on myself spiritually (you know, since I question if I’m saved) and he asked if I had an outlet for that, and I realized I had tumblr and that I do sometimes write here.
Anyone got like, God topics they’d be interested to hear me write about? I guess I’m just pulling together ideas of what to write about and thought I’d post here on the off chance that anyone has ever wanted to ask me something, lol
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charden · 2 years
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Just realized the link I posted for my fic lead to nowhere 🤦‍♀️. Here's the working link to my slightly angsty Charden proposal!!
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bamsara · 25 days
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Do you mind
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thoughtkick · 25 days
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Breathe. It’s only a bad day, not a bad life.
Ashley Purdy
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hamartia-grander · 10 months
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I'm back with more
(most my original jokes but some are based on other tweets)
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somnimagus · 7 months
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-blonde horror protagonist's abrupt and incorrect assumptions about blonde people
[id in alt]
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bellamyblakru · 4 months
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(the one thing i can say is that) i’m going to be by your side.
ch. 1 - if i am given a second life,
day one: royalty + angst
ch. 2 - i may live and breathe differently compared to now.
day two: knight!merlin + protective!others
ch. 3 - among the streets, we’ll walk past each other without knowing.
day three: soulmates + hurt/comfort
ch. 4 - i hope we remember each other
day four: reversal roles au + humor
ch. 5 - even in our next life,
day five: bamf!merlin + angst with a happy ending
ch. 6 - even at that time,
day six: “please forgive me” + dragons
ch. 7 - i’ll go to you.
day seven: magic reveal + canon era
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babyonboardfloyd · 1 year
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just a trim | natasha 'phoenix' trace
pairing: natasha trace x f!reader
warnings: none! just a bad haircut and fluff!
it was just a simple trim, and you've done it before. so, really, what could go wrong?
yeah... that thought process was all fine and well twenty minutes ago before you got the scissors out from under your bathroom sink. acting on the impulse to give yourself curtain bangs has worked wonderfully in the past, you loved the cute bangs framing your face almost as much as your girlfriend natasha did. but they had grown out, so while nat was on base all day, your bored mind decided to cut them again.
if only it went as well as the first time.
you're standing in front of your bathroom mirror, shaking your head and laughing at yourself, when you hear the door of your apartment open.
"baby, where are you?"
"in the bathroom! but um... give me a few minutes!" you stare down your reflection, trying to fathom a way you can fix your incredibly choppy work before nat sees you. sure, she'll say you're beautiful no matter what, but you wanted her to love them as much as she had before. that certainly wasn't possible with your current state, you thought anxiously to yourself.
you hear a soft knock of the door before you hear natasha speak softly, "love, is everything okay?"
"um, yeah! okay well, like i'm fine, if that's what you mean, but um, okay. you can come in but you can't laugh", you sigh.
the door opens gently. everything natasha did was always so gentle when it came to you. including the soft look she was giving you now.
"oh"
"yeah" you started laughing when you caught her eyes in the mirror, her giggling quietly along with you.
"baby, how did we get here?" here, being the current state of your bathroom counter covered in hair, scissors still in your hand.
with a shrug, you simply say, "needed a change".
nat wraps her arms around you from behind, resting her chin on your shoulder. she keeps holding an eye contact with you in the mirror that is threatening to make you melt from the love you feel.
"do you want help?" honestly, from anyone else, you would've interpreted this question as making fun of your botched cut. but with nat you knew she spoke with love and admiration. "ya know, i love how you always insist on doing this stuff yourself. it's cute how determined you are".
blushing under her gaze and the weight of her words, you silently pass the scissors behind you. spinning you around to face her gently, natasha gets to work improving your lines and feathering. after about ten minutes, she places a small kiss on your nose and spins you back around to face the mirror.
"perfect" you say in unison.
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Tina Goldstein Month 2022: Day 19
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TINA!
Well, here's the thing... I had every intention of writing a little birthday drabble for our girl, but I'm a mom of little kiddos who won't sleep. I'm a teacher who starts school in a couple of days. I'm dealing with family chaos. I finally decided to let this one go.
Thankfully, I have a fun birthday story from a couple of years ago. I thought I'd share this instead! Happy reading. ❤️
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hailhydrating · 2 years
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I’ve honestly been having trouble nailing down inspo for my two WIPs but I wrote something today that has kinda got me all hot and bothered lmfaoooo.
So I thought I’d share:
He was absolutely covered in grime from head to toe, a baggy, faded, and throughly stained weird sisters tee-shirt hung off his frame, the collar frayed from wear and little holes clustered in a bottom corner where he probably often grips it when tugging it off. He wore loose jeans and a pair dragon skin potion-brewing boots, that both looked worn from constant use. His hair was mussed and sticking out in all directions, like he’d drug a hand through it consistently throughout the day. His five o’clock shadow was setting in rather boldly, almost as if he hadn’t shaved in a day or two, and, honestly, he looked a bit ragged after being hunched over a cauldron all day, though, Hermione thought, he looked almost rugged.
This is for my lil post-war everybody lives fremione fic Unexpected, but I’m working on What a Pity too!!
Anyway now I’m thirsting over Fred weasley with a five o’clock shadow— don’t text (do text but only if you are also thirsting over him)
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kinkmom · 6 months
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Get Kissed, Idiot
Ashley knows how to rile Andrew up. 😏 Luckily the outcome is to fuck her and not kill her (this time).
Hopefully the gif keeps a readable speed. :'0 Too bad I don't know how to easily make rolling text like RPG maker does, it would have been a cooler visual.
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