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Ich habe 3.324 Mal im Jahr 2022 etwas gepostet

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Hey, I have a prompt request. Can you write romantic Prompt #16 and #17 with Taron Egerton partnered with a female actress?

A/N: Sorry for the wait. Enjoy, tulip!

Truth or Dare

Warning: friends to lovers, alchol, drunk shenanigans, idiots in love, it get's spicy at the end

Pairing: Taron Egerton x fem!reader

16. A: Truth or dare? B: truth A: do you want to kiss me? B: dare! A: I dare you to kiss me. B: never have I ever- A: ThaT’s NoT ThE game 17. *blushing* Shut up! I hate you.

Game nights at Taron house were always a blast. Most of the time you were a group of friends. Today it was only him and you. You ate snacks and junk food till your stomachs hurt. Alcohol was involved too.

You were lying on the carped under the coffee table, laughing your ass off. “And I was like, Rich we aren’t spicy enough. Let’s do French. And he shrugged and rolled with it. I miss Rich. Wondering what he is doing?” You laughed harder and only could wheeze out your answer. The only think Taron understood was filming, Marvel and Eternals.

He looked down at you and raised a brow, “I thought you weren’t allowed to talk about projects?”

You sat up and pointed at him drunkenly, “Well first, I only stated what was already known. And second, I am not like Tom Holland and Mark Ruffalo. I can keep my spoilers for me. I am good at keeping secrets, good sir. How dare you accuse me of such felony.”

You really tried to stay stern but the alcohol in your system made it hard to focus. You started to giggle which made Taron giggle. It ended with you clutching your stomach and Taron falling down onto you from the couch. After the short shock you started to hysterically giggle.

Taron was taking deep breaths, trying to regain his breath. “Okay. I have an idea.” You were intrigued and cocked your head to the side. “Truth or dare!” As a sober person you would have groaned. You weren’t sober, “I wanna start!” Taron nodded, “Okay. Truth or Dare?” You pondered for a bit. Your drunken mind slowly made the decision you will regret in the morning, “Dare.” Taron smirked, “Call someone and tell them you miss them.” Immediately you fished out your phone and dialled the number of your victim.

Your phone was on speakers and Taron could hear a tired rasped of an annoyed ‘Yes?’. You smiled giddily, “Joey? I miss you soooooooo much!” A tired groan could be heard from the other end, “You know how late it is, do you? You menace.” You pouted, “’m sorry Joe. I just miss you. And I am drunk. Time and space are wibbly wobbly, timy wimy stuff.” Joe groaned again, “I’m gonna call Ben to kill you the next time he sees you. He loves me more than you, anyway.” You pouted more, “You are mean Joseph Mazzello. I’m gonna tell Roger.” Joe snorted, “Tell him I said hi. And now go to sleep and call me when you are sober. Better, let’s facetime. So I can see your ugly face.” You smiled brightly, fully ignoring your friend’s insult, “Bye, Joey. Have sweet dreams of dinosaurs.” He groaned and grumbled good night. “Well now what are you gonna choose, T?” He shrugged, “Dare.”

It went back and forth. Taron at to chuck the last bit of vodka that was in the bottle. You had to do a body shot of tequila off of Taron’s body. Taron told you his favourite memory of you two, you had to tell him what you liked in bed. After a few rounds it was your turn. Taron lulled out the obvious question, “Truth or dare?” You gulped down the last of your beer and turned to your best friend, “Truth”

Taron had a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Do you want to kiss me?” You squinted at him, “Dare.” His smirk widened, “I dare you to kiss me!”

Heat rushed into your cheeks. You wanted to change the subject. Your brain on the other hand was a little muddled and slow, “Never have I ever-“ Taron huffed loudly. Annoyed that you would change the game completely, “That’s not the game!”

Before you could react you felt warm, soft lips on yours. Your brain was too far gone to spring into action so your muscle memory sprang into action. With favour, maybe even drunken favour you kissed him back.

The longer you kissed the more heated it got. The only thing you could remember was that Taron stubbed his toe at his coffee table and you crashed into the wall next to the bedroom door. After you landed in bed, everything blurred.

Next morning you woke up with the feeling of being watched. You closed your eyes again and snuggled further into the warm pillow. The warm pillow vibrated. Your eyes shot open and you sat up straight. Taron looked at you with a raised eyebrow, “You know, you are cute in your sleep. Did you know that you make cute noises in your sleep? And I thought the noises you made last night were my favourite.” Your neck and face grew hotter by the minute, “Shut up!” You turned away from him and pull the blanket over your head.

You felt hands snake around your torso, “So does this mean you like me?” You groaned out of embarrassment and because you were a little hungover. “I hate you.” Taron chuckled. “Well, there is my answer. Want some pancakes?” He smirked as he heard you grumble a small ‘yes’.

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177 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 14. Februar 2022

can I get a poe dameron fic please!! I have an idea where the reader works in intelligence on the resistance base and works on comms. poe gets trapped somewhere, and she talks to him to find his way out and saves him. THEN there’s a victory celebration at the resistance base, and poe asks to dance with her, the girl he’s had a crush on from a distance, and then he recognizes her voice and realizes she’s the one who saved his life

A/N: hope you like this. I missed writing for our hot shot pilot.

Lifeline

Pairing: Poe Dameron x fem!reader Warning: angst, fluff

Slow days were a mystery in the resistance. No one had experienced such a day in forever. But today was everyone’s lucky day, or so they thought.

The alarm went off and everyone sprang into action. The pilots made their last repairs before shoving their tool in their toolboxes and kicking them away. The helm and communication center opened the coded channels for every squadron to communicate and receive orders.

Everyone in communication got a team assigned to them. Yours was the black squadron with their infamous leader, Poe Dameron. Or like your friends liked to call him, your walking daydream. But there was no time for daydreaming. You had to focus all of your attention so Dameron and his crew came home safely.

There was a slight crackle at the and of your com till the deep, soothing voice of no other than the Black Leader himself. “Com station this is Black Leader we are ready to jump.” You smiled as you heard his excitement through his voice. “This is com station. Black squadron is clear to make the jump.” Poe thanked you before pushing the last buttons.

It was more or less radio silent between you and the pilots. Till Poe requested a private channel. You opened it with furrowed brows, “Everything okay, Black Leader?” Poe huffed, “No, there are too many fighters. We are ready to retreat. More like my squadron is. I have a target on my back.” Instantly you began to type in his location and searched for possible routes to escape. “Tell your team to retreat and come back to base. I send you coordinates to your next jump. Follow my plan and your ship will be the only thing with scratches on it.” Poe huffed out a laugh. “You are the best. I hope I can thank you later in person.” Heat rushed to your face and you smiled shyly, “Get home safely. Then you can thank me.” Poe followed every step of the plan and as you said, he came home without a scratch. Not even his ship had any tents. His team ran over as he stepped down the latter. He was embraced in a tight hug.

There was a celebration afterwards. Everyone drank and danced. Laughter was heard through the whole base. With a drink in his hand and his droid by his side he searched for the voice of hope during his hopeless mission. Finn ran after him and stopped him as he waded through the mass of dancing people, “Hey, why that determined face.” BB-8 ratted out his friend. Finn smirked and shook his head in understanding. Poe only rolled his eyes at both his friends. “So you are searching for your lifeline?” Poe’s cheeks turned a hue of pink. “But you don’t know how they look. Just how they sound.” Poe shrugged, “I know. It was a bad idea.”

The pilot turned and looked at the people around the makeshift dancefloor. He found you in your group of friends laughing and drinking. Out of no where Rey stood next to him and Finn, “Talk to her. She is really nice.” Poe tsked and wanted to walk away. “Just go to her and ask her to dance with you. Finn and I can’t stand you looking at her and imagining the rest of your life with her. And don’t get me started on the bet between your squadron.” Poe huffed and rolled his eyes before he stomped away from his friends. Rey held up her hand and Finn high fived her.

You laughed hard as on of your friends told you about her day down at the med bay. Your stomach hurt from how hard you were laughing. You felt a tap on your shoulder. You whirled around and came face to face with your crush. You heard your friends whistle lowly before they slowly walked away from the two of you. Poe scratched his neck. His posture told you he was extremely nervous. He cleared his throat, “Hey, I wanted to ask. Do you like- no. Do you wanna dance with me?” He held out his shaking hand. You nodded and took it. Poe let out a breath.

He led you to the middle of the dance floor. During the time where he asked you to dance the pace of the music changed. It became slow and romantic. Poe pulled your body to his. “I hope that’s o-okay?” You smiled before nodding. You hummed softly to the music. Poe heart speed up as he heard the soft tunes escaping your perfect lips. “Do you have any plans tomorrow? After your shift. Wherever you may be working.” You grinned as he nervously rambled. “No, nothing. I work in the communication center. Directing squadrons. Today-“ “You!” You were interrupted by him. “You were the one who saved me today! I was looking for you. Thank the maker I found you.”

Before you could say anything back you felt soft lips on yours. Your eyes went wide and your brain stopped working. Poe felt your lack of movement and stopped. “I-I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncom-“ This time it was your turn to shut him up.

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194 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 16. Juni 2022

Cutting Edge

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x gn!reader Warning: injury (a small cut), mention of blood, banter, fluff, slight sassy Bucky

You padded into the living room of your house where bucky was currently sitting on the couch. He was watching some nature documentary. “Hey Buck, could you sharpen my florist knife and my garden shears for me? I know you usually don't –“ Bucky looked up and smiled at you. He reached for your gardening tools, “Yeah, give them to me, doll.” You smiled gratefully at him. As you gave him the tools you leant further down and kissed his shadowed cheek. “Thank you, bear.”

Only half an hour later you were working in your garden again. You weeded, cut, and pruned around your flower beds. You were picking some flowers for the vase on the dinner table when you graced your thumb with the sharp edge of your garden knife. The digit bled a little. Before the wound could get infected you walked inside to the bathroom to get the wound cleaned and proper bandaged.

Bucky walked by and saw the blood splotches in the sink and got concerned. He walked up behind you and saw you cleaning a rather large cut on your thumb. He reached for your wrist and held it in his large hand, “What's up with your thumb?”

You looked over your shoulder and smiled softly, ”Complement to your sharpening skills, they are cutting edge.” Bucky stared at you with a deadpan expression, “You are proud of that pun?” He wasn’t really amused by your giddiness but that didn’t stop you. “Yeah.”

You nodded excitedly at him. Your boyfriend rolled his eyes. “So anyway. The knife is so sharp that I only had to grace the sharp edge over my skin to cut it. Oh, and it cuts through the stems like they are made out of melting butter.” You put your not injured thumb, the pointer, and the middle finger together and did the chefs kiss expression. Bucky only rolled his eyes and kissed your temple, “Glad to hear it. Please be more careful, you moron.” You smiled at his retrieving form, “Well, but I am your moron.” You cut hear Bucky sight and yell back, “Sadly.”

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222 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 10. April 2022

Caged

Pairing: Robb Stark x fem!reader Warning: period typical misogyny, angst, fluff, talk of death of child

You were shielded away all your life. Always kept behind the wall of the Red Keep. As a child you ran around the gardens exploring it. You could remember you were never bored. But now you grew up. You nearly read all the books available to you. You knew every corner of the palace and garden. Often you tried to escape from the walls of the castle but were stopped by your uncle or Sir Clegane. The later gave you the creeps.

When the news came that you would travel to the North you were ecstatic. Your mother scolded you to calm down. But you couldn’t. Your excitement was crushed when your mother told you that your dear lord father was to marry you to the highest bidder. With this in mind your mood changed drastically. Your cheery mood became sombre.

The day you dreaded the most came and you travelled up into the North. You sat in the carriage with your mother and younger siblings. Joffrey was a prick as always. He tormented you calling you all sort of names. Your mother ignored you both, too focused on her wine.

Often you would ask your uncle Jamie if you could ride on the horse with him. He only smiled and told you it’s not suited for a lady. You nodded and slumped back into your seat.

At the same time Robb trained with his friend Theon and half-brother Jon in the courtyard. He was especially aggressive which wasn’t unnoticed by his companions. As Robb landed yet another hard blow to Jon’s sword the black-haired boy stumbled back. He threw up his arms, still holding his sword, “What is wrong with you today?” The young wolf huffed, a dark look on his face, “Father told me something he kept from me my whole life. Something I should have had the knowledge about. Not only is the king coming what you all know. But also his family. More important, my betrothed. The princess Y/N.”

Both males began to smirk. Theon came over to his friend and clapped him on the shoulder, “Well no more visits to the brothel, my friend. You are as good as a married man.”

Jon shook his head, “So you are to marry the oldest daughter of the king while Sansa is to become the Queen of Westeros?” Robb nodded. Jon took his brothers sword and shook him out of his thoughts, “Let’s get cleaned up, or lady Caitlyn will have our heads.” Robb grinned at the imagine of his mother scolding them as if they were children.

The next morning the whole court of Winterfell was in uproar. The King and his family where sighted not far from here. Maids were running around. The stable boys cleaned the stables a third time. Robb walked into the Great Hall and was greeted by his mother ordering people around. He stepped next to her and kissed her cheek, “Good morning, mother. I see you are doing the last preparations for tonight’s feast.” Caitlyn sighted, “Everything has to be perfect. We don’t want to make a bad expression. Specifically for your bride. She has to know she is welcomed hear in this court.”

The young wolf nodded. “Mother, why does no one know about her and why did father only tell me today about our betrothal?” His mother looked at him with loving eyes, “She was kept hidden for the reason that she wouldn’t become a pawn in a cruel play. It was always intended that if House Stark and House Baratheon had male and female offspring around the same age they were to be married. After the crown prince, your betrothed twin, died tragically the king decided to keep her a secret. Telling everyone she died with her brother. She would have been a target for a lot of houses if she was the oldest daughter and the only heir. Thank the gods for prince Joffrey. Now change into your festive garb and tell your father’s bastard to stay away.” Robb nodded before leaving to do as he was asked.

The carriage came to a stop. You sighted and looked out. People were standing there waiting for you to exit your carriage. As the door opened you wanted to stand up before being pushed back by the little brat of your brother. “Future king before anyone else.” You only rolled your eyes.

All eyes were on you as you entered the yard. Whispers could be heard. You felt uncomfortable as every gaze was on you. Your fathers boisterous laugh brought you out of your paranoia. He waved you over, “And this is my beautiful daughter, Y/N. She is my most prized possession.” You looked at lord Stark and smiled shyly before fixing your gaze downwards to your feet. Your father went on to inspect Winterfell with lord Stark.

A woman in your mothers age stepped forward and bowed before you, “My name is lady Caitlyn Stark. And these are my children.” She introduced them to you one by one before pointing to a man with auburn locks. He had a soft smile on his lips and kind blue eyes, “And this is my eldest, Robb. Your betrothed.” Your eyes went back to the ground. Your cheeks became warm. There was an unusual feeling in the pit of your stomach.

After your father declared that he wanted to feast, lord Stark moved you and your family to his great hall were the feast was prepared. You were seated next to Robb. No conversation flew between the pair of you. But no one really cared.

Robb had enough of the silence. He wanted to know you before he married you. “What do you do over the day, my lady?” Your shocked eyes met his curious once. You could get lost in those you thought. You snapped out of your trance and told him about yourself. He smiled at you and laughed when you told something funny. “Now I have spoken a lot about myself, what my septa would chide me for. For it’s not proper.” Robb smiled warmly down at you, “I do not share this few with her. I want to know the person I will be married by tomorrow. I asked you to do so. Do not hold yourself back.”

He then told you about himself and what he would do in his free time. You felt the freedom from his stories. Your eyes lost their shine, stopping Robb from talking. “Everything alight?” You smiled sadly, “Maybe I am finally free after I married you, lord. But you have to show me what freedom is, for I have forgotten all about it.” Robb smiled sadly at you. He took your hand in his big one and softly kissed the back of it. “I will help you with your path. Your burden is now my burden too. My freedom shall be your freedom.”

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244 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 25. Mai 2022

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You choose him

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x gn!reader Warning: swearing, Nancy being a hypocrite, Billy not being his usual asshole-y self, fluff Summary: Nancy doubts the relationship between you and Billy

Nancy looked at you before looking back over the lunch tables of the mess hall and then right back to you. You watched her while eating your lunch. After the fifth time of her sweeping over you and then your boyfriend she sighted, looking disappointed. “What is it, Nance? Spit it out.” Her judging eyes fell onto you. You huffed in annoyance.

She pointed at the table a few meters away where Billy sat with his flies as he called the people around him. “You choose him?” You looked at him before back to your best friend, “Yeah…So?” She huffed out a laugh and shook her shoulders. “You saw the pompous asshole-y one and thought, Ah yes. Perfect! I thought you had standards?”

You rolled your eyes at her before resuming to finish your lunch. “Look I am not proud of it, okay? But he is different with me than in school. I think he is slowly changing.” Nancy gave you a look of disbelieve. You sighted deeply, throwing up your hands and letting them fall on top of your thighs. “You might not see it but I do. And Nance, you are a hypocrite. Before Steve knew what an absolute ass he was, you were dating him.” Your best friend looked down at the table. “If you don’t mind. I would like to finish lunch and after study for the chemist test I have tomorrow. And god knows I need to study.”

After lunch you made your way into the empty science lap where Billy was waiting for you. He looked up from the book as he saw you enter through the door. His usual smirk was replaced with a warm smile he didn’t show of to much. You waved at him shyly before walking over to him. He put his backpack down from the stool so you could sit next to him.

As you unloaded your bag for the study session Billy watched you with his memorizing eyes and a soft smile. “How was your day after math?” You sighted deeply. “Uneventful till lunch. Nancy ripped me a new one for dating you. I told her she dated Steve in his prime asshole time.” Billy smirked, “That’s my girl!” You let your head fall onto your shoulder to look at your boyfriend disapprovingly, “I don’t want to fight with her over such things. I want her to see the Billy that his hidden behind the macho façade. Why are you still hanging out with the flies? You don’t even like them.”

Billy sighted before he nodded. “I don’t know, sweets. Maybe it’s my insecurity or still my, how did you call it? Idiot-alpha-male-brain? That wants to belong to someone and not be lonely.” You touched his cheek and caressed his cheekbone with your thump, “You are not alone. Just throw away your alter ego and let me introduce you to my friends. You will see, they are more fun. Especially Robin.”

He huffed out a laugh before pointing at his chemistry book. “We need to study. I saw you try and fail to write a redox-reaction and it was painful to watch.” You looked at him unimpressed, “Yeah, I saw your biology notes. Thank god I didn’t have a lighter on me.” Billy kissed your temple quickly, “Well thank the stars I have your notes to study for tomorrow. Chemistry first and then you tell me how plants do photosynthesis?” You nodded before diving in into chemical elements and their reactions.

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Hi! Sorry this is late, but this for the OC ask game! :) These are questions for two UFS characters, Peachy and Rose! They both really seem like intetesting characters :D You don't have really answer them all if some are too spoilery! My questions are 10, 19, 20, 29, 35, 36, 42, and 50! Sorry if that's too many questions 0_0; you can just pick some if that's the case, that's all, bye! :D

FINALLY ABLE TO GET TO THIS YAY!!!! I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR ALL THE QUESTIONS I LOVE TO RAMBLE.

10: Do they have any markings, piercings or scars?

Peachy: Peachy has various light yellow-orange splotches :o) i don't keep these a super consistent shape, i sort of draw them however i want, often in little shapes like hearts/stars/triangles/circles!! BUT that's just my lil stylization thingy, Peachy DOES actually have splotches! They're like the fruit equivalent to a birthmark hehe! I also pretty much always draw her with rosy cheeks.

Rose: Rose doesn't have much in the way of markings, i think their thorns, roots, and claws are their most distinguishing features!! However... i think they would love to have some piercings, they could rock it. If they had a nose, they'd get a bridge piercing, i think. They would also have a piercing on the Gay Ear. Things to consider with gijinkas maybe!!!!

19: Hobbies

Peachy: She doesn't have a ton of free time, and she'd only ever advertise her beauty stuff, but i think she secretly enjoys painting.

Rose: Rose sings!! It isn't professional for them or anything, but they do like to sing a bit on open mic night at the venue they work at! I like to think they would be a good singer. (Considering i'm the one planned to voice them, though, who knows how true i could ever make that,)

20: Clothing/Aesthetic

Peachy: Oh she's so extremely preppy. She's so preppy it hurts. Big fan of pink/sunset colors- varies between neutral tones and super flashy. She does like to go all out whenever possible. Think early 2000s cheerleaders. Very into mini skirts, fun socks, etc. Not afraid to show skin. LOTS of makeup, enjoyer of scrunchies and pom pom ties. I give her a very girly aesthetic with a lot of nostalgia elements. Very mean girls-esque. Sunset or bubblegum palettes!!

Rose: Think, like... a sophisticated, romantic aesthetic. They're a fancy flower! Vintage, pretty things. For clothing/style, they REALLY like to go with a very "mixed" presentation, so they'll often incorporate both typically masculine and feminine things. Vests, lace, corsets, boots, ties... anything is free game if it fits the look! They tend to prefer deeper tones like maroon/forest green/plum/navy/etc, or more muted ones. Not super bright, very proper and luxurious. They have a very romantic and fancy aesthetic. The kind of person who writes love poems. Almost vampiric.

29: What was childhood like?

Peachy: Peachy was a child star, with her mother (Apricot) as her manager and her father (Plum) staying out of it. She was an only child. She is quite spoiled and often comes off bratty and mean these days. She is still currently managed by her mother. I will leave it at that for now, i think :o)

Rose: Rose has a good relationship with their family! It was just them for a good while. Their mom (Multiflora) was a singer, and she taught them a lot. They had sort of always had very... mixed ideas as far as gender, and the role they played, and what they wanted to do and who they liked, and that... you know, likely led to some issues with peers and bullying. When they were a young teen, though, they got a little sister, Wimi (<a type of tea rose!), who they love dearly. They are so so protective.

35: What are they like as a friend?

Peachy: It... really depends. Peachy is pretty inconsistent in her relationships. This is probably because a lot of her friendships are based more on her popularity than sincerity, and she's used to it, so she doesn't take most relationships that seriously. It has kind of screwed with her sense of loyalty. It would take some real work to get her to understand a relationship- even a friendship- is serious/sincere. She assumes most are not, and will treat them accordingly. (It's Possible, she just has walls.)

Rose: Rose is pretty much the opposite of Peachy here. They feel things hard and fast. They are VERY prone to becoming protective of people they care about, and they are a big lover. Though they are also EXTREMELY flirty, and will often flirt with people- including friends- a lot. And then they. have trouble actually going anywhere with that because they are so nervous about their thorns hurting someone. Endless feedback loop. Rose You Are A Disaster (<one of the calmest people on the show actually)

36: What are they like as a partner?

Peachy: Unfortunately, much like her friendships, she tends to not get very attached, as she hasn't had very many serious relationships. Fame will do that! ... If she does start to feel things for someone, though, she is... kind of a wreck. She doesn't know how to handle things like that. She would want to make them happy, and i'm not sure she'd really understand how. For a usually very confident and dominant person, i feel like she would need some help understanding herself in a genuine relationship.

Rose: HUGE sap. Very very romantic. Their love language is everything. They give gifts. They love spending time together. They're just very loving in general. Still extremely fiercely protective, and they might worry a little much, but it's alright. The biggest obstacle is their thorns. They usually won't touch anyone out of fear that they could prick/scratch people, so one would need to find a way around that (either by being someone who can't be cut, or by figuring out ways to touch while avoiding the thorns, etc).

42: What’s the dumbest thing your character’s done?

Peachy: I can't give you the real answer :o). Second worst wasn't actually something she did, but there is a viral video of her being pushed into a pool floating around out there.

Rose: Hm. Probably joining the show! Listen. It was an impulse decision,

50: What are some motifs associated with your character?

Peachy: Sunset/sunrise, peaches/fruit (yes, she is a peach, but yes, there is also a reason this is on here), bad decisions. There are certain musical things i can’t say. I can't disclose more than that at the moment, hopefully that's good enough ;o)

Rose: Thorns, flowers (again, they are a flower, but this was intentional. this is a reason i love working with objects!), knights, melody. This one is also a bit limited as far as what i'm able to say at the moment, sorry!!

AND UH!! I THINK THAT IS IT!! I HOPE THIS SUFFICES HEHEHEHE AGAIN TYSM FOR ALL OF THE QUESTIONS I WAS SO HAPPY TO RAMBLE

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Puss In Boots Story ideas! (Some spoilers for TV and Movie's ahead)

So. I'm not a great writer (Slow and bad and don't like it, the triple threat) but while i'm chugging away at one fic, I have many others, and I'm bored of just keeping them as titles in a google doc, so im going to say some of them that i'm not working on. 1: Puss is bad with time. I havent watched the Netflix show (The adventures of Puss in Boots) but I understand the end is "In order to save this city, we will time travel so you never set foot in it." That's a big opportunity right there. So the spell works, but in order to be sure they remove even more of Puss' previous life. No mentor, no fellow thief (from the show). Now say because of the timy-wimy stuff, Puss ends up remembering alternate timelines like Shrek 4. Bam. Now you have a cat who remembers things that never happened, even certainly dying times he didn't. Good for a oneshot or so. 2: Puss tries to fight in the Cavern of Lost Souls: To be fair to our orange cat, he was actually going to do the right thing and return to Kitty and Perrito before Death fucked him up. SO, instead of running, he tries to fight early. Could go many ways, most of them bad. But I just imagine Death beating the shit out of the cat, and then going "Wait. You changed??? How???" And then having to save his life. 3: Mistaken Impressions: When death comes for Puss at the bar, he thinks he's there to flirt, and Puss offers him a dance. Death plays along for a while. One of the things that get's me is that, Puss doesn't value his OWN life, but he certainly does others, among other things. Not that Death wouldn't be mad at him anyway, but i think situations and things to interrogate Puss more specifically are interesting. 4: Big Bad Wolf and PIB: More specifically, just a fic that remakes the talk PIB has with the Big Bad Wolf on episode....what, 8 of Neverafter (Dimeson 20)? Just to have the wolf pry and see if Puss In Boots remains at all in PIB. Shrek and its like are stories too afterall, so I think there is validity in adding more contemporary versions into the mix.

5: Puss In Boots, or really?: This one is a bit more of a stretch, because Puss ins't really a trickster, but the idea that Puss In Boots is actually Cat, (archtypical trickster cat) and then Death and him catch up at the bar, even with Puss still not knowing. Fun little idea. 6: Puss In Boots no more: A darker one, but given The Trident Puss basically threw away/killed himself so easily, what if that was something he was aiming for the whole time? It makes it even more tragic. Puss is serious enough about Heroing/saving people to not half ass that and thus generally doesnt die during those, but if he doesnt care about living outside of that.... It also then begs the question to Death. For the writer anyway, would Death actually kill him? Is breaking enough of those rules worth it, and en ectra.

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captain-caspian-62 · 3 years

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Sometimes I say weird stuff that really confuses people and makes them think real deep about the universe but in truth I have no clue what I’m doing. Looking back at some of my writing it’s just incomprehensible rambling like my theory on time. Utter nonsense

#thoughts #weird #it’s idk #science #time wimy stuff #I love doctor who #BUT I DONT KNOW WHERE TO WATCH IT #Like #I can’t even bootleg it on dailymotion anymore #Amazon prime #doesn’t have it #where #am I supposed to watch #doctor who #it is no where #except hbo #and I don’t have #hbo

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youtuberswithalex · 3 years

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wimi kind of really want to bring back my old pokemon self-insert series that i made when i was 10 and write some new updated stuff with it. like it’s been so long and ive tried to bring it back so many times but i never commit. but it’s absolutely golden (in my biased eyes) bc it consisted of:

-me

-a very ooc ash ketchum

-my best friend since i was 6

-Troy Bolton from high school musical, after his character being crushed into a fine dust and re-molded into a wimpy child

and i kinda wanna start an ask blog kinda like @/littlemothsandtinyvees that there is for the tss campfire au but. i dunno djsfklj what do you folks think? would anyone be interested?

#alex communicates

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thesumosnipe · 5 years

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And away we go!

SPOILERS SPOILERS

Yes its tagged as such but some people just don't pay attention.

The long slog through the wasteland is over. We endured so many things this hiatus but you know what? Despite all the negative crap that went down the past 10 or so months, We're here and it is time to enjoy.

Can't really remember the format I used last volume, so bear with me, I'm making this up as I go along.

Looks like we pick up right where we left off, no guessing as to how much time has passed. Does my poor linear temporal progression addicted brain good. It is my personal failing, I just get pulled out of the immersion when confronted by that wibbly wobbly timey wimy stuff.

Paranoia seems to be the theme right off the bat. Salems tactics are working as our plucky gang immedeatly talk themselves into not trusting that they will be able to sort things out on landing, with worries that Ironwood had been turned... Really? NOW you guys think of that?

Hot damn.... I love the feel they gave Mantle. The overall color and tone.... it reminded me of living in Pueblo, Colorado in the 70s when the CFI steel mill was running 24/7. The haze, the grit, the dirty, exhausted workers....yeah I could almost smell what was on the screen.

Weiss Schnee- taking out the trash. Nice moment of showing off how far she has grown since that day she met 2 faunus face to face. Also- Nora yet again obliterating her bubbly airhead facade in a single sentence.

Dr Polindina, I presume? That voice is going to take a little bit of getting used to.... My unruly brain keeps demanding for him to say "Pepperidge Farm remembers..."

"You painted it.." "...you're team RWBY!" "...my daughter...." oh I can see where this is going.....

Beautiful fight scene. One question- is all of team RWBY ambidexterous now?

I was always in the camp of "if they can recover her body, and the CPU is intact, she can be rebuilt." There may be a few degraded bits of memory in there. But what about her aura? She went into standby, pretty much the same as shutting off your computer or turning off your phone. It doesn't reset to factory zero just because the powers off. Those that argued with me that her soul had fled were the same folks that argued that Star Trek teleporters actually killed you and that after the first use, anyone transported was a walking souless abomination.

And oh, hey, looks like we're going to have to explain to the athorities after all.... just after making ourselves look more suspicious and racking up more charges. And boy howdy that scene in the paddywagon.... I've been there a few times.

Favorite line "Thank you for your cooperation." I giggled way too hard at that.

Things I loved: So many little details in the background... still rewatching and finding stuff.

Things I wish: I wish RT had more resources to put to this. CRWBY did a hell of a job on the enviroment of Mantle, but it just looked so empty with so few people. Even the shot of the miners in the truck...I know, takes time to put together and animate crowds and extras, hence my wish for more resources.

ok... Some folks are pointing out the opening seconds of the intro are paying homage to Cowboy Bebop... I'm not seeing that. It gave me a Teen Titans Go vibe and I immediatly skipped the rest. Sorry. My failling- I really really do not like TT:GO the association has been made and cannot be undone. So I will be skipping the intro from here on out.

For those saying the Nuts n Dolts reunion was rushed.... well Penny did have another alarm to respond to. We'll see how things play out.

Welcome home, FNDM.

#rwby spoilers #rwby7 spoilers #rwby7 #my anime picks/reviews

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thelatetothegameblog · 3 years

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Retro TV Review: Star Trek Voyager SSN 5 Episode Twenty-Three: Relativity

It’s more wibbly wobbly timey wimy stuff on Voyager as Seven has to save the day, or rather the days and the ship and the crew…. Originally Broadcast on May 12, 1999 this is Relativity. The Episode: Captain’s Log Stardate, again, all over the place: Relativity. Seven is recruited by a Temporal ship to figure out who has destroyed Voyager in the past. After being sent through time to stop it’s…

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delicrieux · 7 years

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s.a.m [ 10th doctor x reader ] 1/2

warnings; none!

words; 1,096

prompt; .can i have a request with the 10th doctor visiting the readers home and he notices them fiddling with a watch that has a very similar design (hint hint) btw congrats on the 6k! ( @magnificentcandygalaxy )

MASTERLIST KO-FI. WRITING CHALLENGE!

You are too peculiar for the name Sam Johnson. Actually, when he had first asked you to introduce yourself he couldn’t help but stare questioningly at you; he first figured you were either lying or joking, but the serious glint in your eyes and the lovely inviting smile playing on your lips told otherwise. Honestly now, the two of you met when he was dashing to the TARDIS full speed, no stops, and had collided straight into you as you were just stopping to catch your breath. As you informed him later you were on your way to watch the sky on the highest building you could break into. You even had binoculars to prove so.

There was, is, just something about you that’s slightly off and he cannot for the life of him put his finger on it. That is most likely the reason why that night he had dismissed all of your spouting’s about ‘stars, moons and galaxies seen by the naked eye!’ and dragged you along to his time machine. You were to be his new companion, he decided. It was an instant decision, he realized you were perfect when his fingers intertwined with yours and he pulled you along swiftly. You were made for running. Surprisingly, you didn’t really question his intentions: naturally, people shouldn’t follow strangers into back allies when they promise to show space and time continuum. It usually ends badly for those who do. But this is the Doctor! The Doctor! He is trustworthy! Not that you knew that at the time, but any doubts you did have were blown away once you noted the big blue Police Box hiding in the shadowy corner of the alley. The Doctor had turned to you, smiled the most brilliant grin you had ever seen and motioned with his head to the door, ‘You ready?’ he had asked. Briefly you wondered ‘For what?’ but didn’t question, merely watched curiously as he patted his pockets for a key, unlocked the Police Box and tugged you along inside.

He loves that moment, it’s easily his favorite: to see a new friend’s face morph from confusion to awe as their eyes sparkle with the TARDIS’s lights and a shaken laugh falls from their lips, one riddled with disbelief but amazement. Sam Johnson’s look was different. Their hand slipped from his easily and as they looked around, took a shy step closer, eyes twinkling with a strange sparkle that resembled happiness rather than excitement. Homey happiness, as if they had seen this all before, possibly in a dream long forgotten. They had walked past him, their steps echoing along with the quiet buzzing of motors. They circled the console, gradually coming to a stop as their fingers caressed the surface of glossy buttons, their smile slowly falling into a tender one.

“Be gentler.” You had said, “I see scratches all over.”

He kept thinking about your words and he came to like you even more than he initially did. The day is young and with one swift move he parks the TARDIS in your backyard. He didn’t bother to lock the door; after all he is much too urgent to meet you. Why? He isn’t entirely sure himself. It feels like forever since he has seen your face, despite it being only a couple of days at the most, but it is already two days too long. His quick strides make it an easy trip and before he knows it he’s already in the kitchen. The house is quiet. Dust particles dance in the air once the sun shifts and drapes over the floor and a few cabinets.

“Sam?” He calls. There is a bump from upstairs.

“Doctor!” Your voice echoes from above. More moving, a few smashes and he hears you approach the stairs, “Come up! I found something!” And you dash off again. A smile makes its way onto his lips before he can stop himself and wasting no more time he rushes up the stairs and fallows the noises again.

He leans on the doorway and focuses on your back; you sit cross-legged next to a few boxes in a relatively empty room with pale yellow walls and soft carpeting under you. Books, trophies and small trinkets with concert tickets lay spread around you as you dig into a bigger box to fish out more things. He doesn’t come closer, somehow he feels that he will ruin this moment, a moment fueled by nostalgia and carrying some sort of strange comfort. Domestic. The word makes him blink owlishly and he stiffens.

He shouldn’t have thoughts like this.

“See, I was just…Ya know, tidying up in the attic and I found a few old boxes from my school days…” You lift your head up and grin at him, “filled with all sorts of interesting things.”

“Any love letters?”

“Oh, you bet’cha.”

The pleasant atmosphere dissipates faster than you can recite Shakespeare (which is pretty fast), as you take out another small trinket and admire it curiously. Once you turn back to him, about to tell its magnificent, but not so interesting, story your brows knit together as the Doctor stares at the watch unmoving, possibly not breathing too.

“Doctor…?”

He snaps his fingers and points at it, “How-…” before you put the pieces together he strides to you and yanks the watch right out your hands, “You-You…how did you get this?” He asks, no, demands. You cross your arms over your chest.

“Well, excuse you, that” You point at the watch, “-is my grandfathers. He brought it from Belgium…” You trail off, “—or something. Why? Is it some sort of intergalactic space thing-y? Timy-Wimy?”

“Sam,–“

“Wibbly-wobbly-“

“—Stuff.” He finishes for you. You smile. He crouches to you, “This…” His thumb rubs away the dust from the metal surface, “Is a Chameleon Arch.” He waits, as if expecting you to shout ‘Eurika!’.

“…Doesn’t ring a bell.” You say, “What’s it used for?”

“Modification.” He says slowly, “This is Time Lord technology, very advanced and very hard to come by. Put to right use it can change species, for instance—“

“Time Lord to human?” You pipe up. He nods. You take in a sharp breath, “Wait, so does that mean…That my grandfather was a Time Lord?”

Sam Johnson…Sam Johnson…

John Smith.

The Doctor smiles, “Possibly. We’ll have to go to the TARDIS to find out.”

tbc

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tomeandflickcorner · 7 years

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I've been thinking about the timeline and Emma has to be close to 50 now. Considering that Henry left Storybrooke at around 18 (college age), spent enough time travelling to grow up from Jared to Andrew, meeting Cinderella and having a baby (presumably after some adventures, courtship and wedding) and that baby growing up. It's a little sad that E&K had to wait for 15-20 years after getting married to finally become pregnant. It's also risky giving birth at that age and they'll be old parents.

Yes, that's all true.However, A&E managed to make the timeline all messed up (again) by saying that the HH stuff is occurring in 2017. Which obviously makes no sense. So there MIGHT be some timy wimy stuff going on. Maybe time in the Parallel Enchanted Forest passes differently? Who knows with this show.

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intellibujo-blog · 7 years

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A peak at my study trackers for my PCAT!! This summer I’ve been working two jobs, trying to have a social life, AND attempting to study for my upcoming PCAT exam... (and sleep sometimes). So yeah, it’s a work in progress. But tracking my progress from the diagnostic exam (DE), to my later practice exams is a really good indication of my improvements. I really recommend keeping track of past scores to see where you need more work and where you’ve grown!

Not only do I write out my scores in each topic, but I also like to keep a WIMI page (”why I missed it”) ^.^ It’s a great tool to make sure you go over all of the mistakes you make (yes... I ran out of room on my first few pages... haha) and try not to make the same ones again! The worst is when you choose the right answer off the bat, then later change it to the wrong answer when you begin to doubt yourself... TRUST YOUR GUT AND HAVE CONFIDENCE IN YOURSELF. If you’re motivated enough to study for this exam - whether it be the PCAT or MCAT or any test whatsoever - then YOU KNOW YOUR STUFF. Always more than you think you do.

As y’all can see, I am aiming to put in 200 hours of concentrated study time before writing my exam - as per the recommendations online. Evidently, every person is different and has a different level of existing knowledge in the selected topics, but it’s always better to aim higher than fall short!

As for the blocked-out words beneath my hour-tracker... the calligraphy was just awful -LOL- and I am doing my best to improve, but this was just not a great attempt. I may do a post later on about how to fix your bujo mistakes, because there are a TON of fantastic ways. But that’s a post for another day!

Happy studying and bujo-creating!

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This was a wild ride for me. @ptf-and-asm

SaNEARi, SaFARi, SaWHEREVERYOUAREi [Feat. Narrator Tumblr]

“I know this puts a lot of pressure on you and all the other websites, but I just wanted everyone to know what’s going on,” Firefox said to Yahoo as she handed her a portfolio.

“Oh no, I’m sure we’ll handle it all just fine. A lot has happened after Facebook’s trial that I think has strengthened many of us. A visit from the big bosses won’t cause too much trouble.”

Tumblr – defying the laws of time and space [This is a note from Tumblr, yes, hai I have something to say: “People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect. But actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it’s more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly… timey wimy… stuff.” Think about that the next time you spat ignorant, chronophobic ideas.] – appeared at the cubicle. “Trouble?”

“Yeah! You!” a voice shouted from across the room. [Tumblr again, yeah. This is BS, no one could have heard me from that far away it’s iMPOSSIBLE AND DEFYING LAWS OF NATURE. I PROTEST.]

Firefox and Yahoo ignored the random voice.

“The owners of Computer Corp. are coming to oversee Edge’s work as well as other areas of the…”

Tumblr gasped in the middle of Yahoo’s explanation, “WHAT IN CORPORATION!”

“Tumblr, no!” the same random voice shouted.

“TUMBLR YES!”

“Tumblr no!” it shouted again.

“TUMBLR YES!” Tumblr left to follow the voice in a type of ‘marco-polo’ game. [But ‘Tumblr yes-Tumblr no’ style]

“Anywayyyy,” Firefox tore her eyes off Tumblr’s soulless blue hair to look back at Yahoo, “I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of Safari’s current position. I can never seem to find them.”

Yahoo evidently didn’t seem fazed by what just happened. [Why would she? I was completely unreasonable.] “That’s alright. We often lose them, too. That’s why we had to put a tracker on them.”

“Is that… moral?”

“If it’s consensual. They were fine with it so DevA came up with GPS dongles,” Yahoo said as she pulled one out of her desk.

Firefox laughed, “Oh my god it’s a compass. This is amazing. The rest of the Browsers should have these too.”

“Yeah, I’ll probably have Google whip them up. Although, I should probably do it since he might do something questionable to Chrome’s,” Yahoo said with a slightly suspicious tone, “You can just borrow mine for now.”

“Thank you!”

…

Firefox wound her way around the office, staring at the little dongle, following the pointer. She was too focused to notice different websites watching her curiously. Some even followed her. [I’m not saying it was me BUT IT WAS ME.]

“Who are you looking for?” a curious website asked.

Firefox held up the dongle, “Safari.”

“Oh, they’re…” the cute site with the bi haircut suddenly stopped and looked around Firefox.

She turned to see what she was looking at.

“Safari!”

“Firefox?”

She pulled them into a corner of an empty cubicle, “I need to speak with you in your office.”

Safari blinked, “I don’t go to my office.”

“What?”

“It’s a wanderlust hazard,” Safari stated.

“What is that?”

“It’s when…”

Firefox waved her hand, “Never mind, forget I asked. Just meet in my office.”

Firefox left Safari confuzzled and discombobulated. [I may or may not have been there, BUT THE LOOK ON THEIR FACE WAS PRICELESS]

…

Chrome and Firefox entered her office in the middle of their conversation.

“But it shouldn’t matter if they’re coming, I wanted pizza with you that night,” Chrome whined.

“Change of plans. We need to prepare.” Firefox slapped her fist on her palm as she glared out the window, a picture of vocational determination. [I almost cried it was almost beautiful were it not for – what? Of course I may or may not have been there. Shut up.]

Chrome slouched, “Prepare for what? As soon as Safari is on board, all we do is give a tour. It’s that easy.”

“No, it’s not,” Firefox shook her fist in the air, “We need backup plans for websites, additional blueprints, intel on the ‘M’s likes and dislikes, and extra assurance that Edge won’t mess things up.” [Just give the girl a cookie and tell her she looks nice then stuff her in her office, that part isn’t hard at all] Firefox stopped when she saw Chrome looking at her with lazy eyes and a smile.

“What?” she asked.

“Your eyes are sparkling.” [oh my god he didn’t]

“Did you hear anything I say?” Firefox was slightly perturbed yet slightly amused.

“Backups, blueprints, intel, and Edge insurance. That’s all of it, right?” Chrome listed them on his fingers. [… Oh.]

Firefox smiled and kissed him on the cheek, “Good. Because you’ll have to help me.” She rounded her desk and began shuffling through papers.

“Wait, what about pizza?” Chrome asked as he longingly picked up a pie chart that resembled pizza.

She sighed, “We can have pizza.”

“Hawaiian?”

“ABOMINATION!” Tumblr shouted from the corner of room. [*Darius Benson voice* surprise MOTHERF-]

“Tumblr what are you doing here?” Firefox shouted.

“HOW DARE- FRUIT DOES NOT BELONG ON PIZZA!” Tumblr emerged from her shadow and pointed a finger at Chrome, “ESPECIALLY PINEAPPLE! THAT TRIGGERS ME.”

Firefox facepalmed and sighed, “Tumblr, how is that triggering in any way…?”

“HAVE YOU NOT HEARD OF PINEAPPLE PENN IT IS AN ABUSIVE OLD VIDEO MEME!”

The door opened and YouTube stood there with widened eyes, “Did someone say Pineapple Penn?”

There was silence.

“No,” Firefox lied.

“Just pineapple on pizza,” Chrome added when YouTube gave a suspicious look.

“Ew.” YouTube shrugged and left.

“Why did you lie to YouTube?” Tumblr waved a hand at the door.

“How else would we have gotten rid of him?” Firefox asked.

“LIKE THIS!” Tumblr immediately began to hum whilst aggressively chicken dancing towards the door.

Firefox rolled her eyes and opened the door so that Tumblr chicken danced all the way through. She slammed it behind her [RUDE] and returned to the desk. Just as she was about to sit down there was a knock.

“Oh, finally- Come in!” Firefox thought she would see Safari but instead it was Edge. She looked like her normal, happy, self. But there was something that made her look tired.

“Hi guys, I got the email and I was wondering if I could help out in any…”

“Yes, Edge, we would love that, but I am expecting Safari and it would be best if you return in an hour. Okay? Thanks. Bye,” Firefox spoke quickly as she escorted Edge out the door. [It was at that point I was waiting to follow her outside the door and asked her opinion of fruit on pizza. She said that tomatoes were technically a fruit and ketchup is technically a smoothie to which she laughed (the horror) and suggested that all pizza is part smoothie and part garlic bread. I unfollowed.]

Firefox took a big breath before collapsing in her office chair and face planting on her desk.

Chrome silently walked to her side and began to softly massage her shoulders.

“How Yahoo deals with the memes is beyond me,” Firefox mumbled.

“How Yahoo deals with Google is beyond me,” Chrome added.

“Chrome, they’re engaged.”

“I know, right?”

There was another knock at the door. Firefox was silent.

“Come in,” Chrome said for her.

Safari came in cautiously. They glowered at the walls, almost hissing. “Quick, what did you want? I can hardly stand these places.”

Chrome raised an eyebrow, “It’s an office.”

“I know, right?”

Chrome immediately stared into space – seemingly questioning his life choices.

“So what is it?” Safari snapped. They were usually very nice, but apparently offices were their kryptonite.

Firefox – whose face was still firmly on the desk – raised her hand to Chrome.

He shook himself out of his thoughts and cleared his throat, “Uh, yes, if you tell the ‘M’s that you like Edge’s floor design, as well as a few other things, we’ll give you more vacation time.”

Safari was silent for a moment, “How much?”

#Zoe writes #my post #the 'M's #The 'M's are coming the 'M's are coming #SaNEARi SaFARi SaWHEREVERYOUARi [Feat. Narrator Tumblr]#Chapter 2

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the-dendrophile-bookdragon · 2 years

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Hey, I have a prompt request. Can you write romantic Prompt #16 and #17 with Taron Egerton partnered with a female actress?

A/N: Sorry for the wait. Enjoy, tulip!

Truth or Dare

Warning: friends to lovers, alchol, drunk shenanigans, idiots in love, it get's spicy at the end

Pairing: Taron Egerton x fem!reader

16. A: Truth or dare? B: truth A: do you want to kiss me? B: dare! A: I dare you to kiss me. B: never have I ever- A: ThaT’s NoT ThE game 17. *blushing* Shut up! I hate you.

He looked down at you and raised a brow, “I thought you weren’t allowed to talk about projects?”

Taron had a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Do you want to kiss me?” You squinted at him, “Dare.” His smirk widened, “I dare you to kiss me!”

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#taron egerton fluff #taron egerton imagine #taron egerton fanfiction #taron egerton x reader #taron egerton

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