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jellyraindrops · 3 years
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Me: Look, Tom. As your friend-
Tom: You're not my friend
Me:
Me: AS YOUR FRIEND, I want you to promise me one thing, and it is absolutely important.
Tom: *rolling his eyes* What?
Me: Please never get plastic surgery to make yourself look like a demented bald snake.
Tom:
Tom: What the fuck type of promise is that? And what makes you think I would ever do that to myself?
Me: Just promise. You are way too hot to do that to yourself.
Tom: ...you think I'm hot?
Me:
Me: That's not really the point here. I mean it is, well- oh fUCK YOU just promise me ok??
Tom: *SLIGHTEST SMIRKING* sure
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hellomate1234 · 2 years
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An appeal to those of you lovely people that can write, (or even if you can’t)
(no ship bashing, safe place for all… unless you ship snilly. fine yk what it’s fine. welcome!)
this is a desperate plea for a ff writer to write a “the secret history” au, Tom x Hermione, either w/ magic, or none. wait wait just hear me out… I have a list, it’s not very tangible but still.
1) they r both hot and smart so they fit the criteria for the class.
2) Tom and henry r literally the same person already.
3) you can’t tell me they both don’t have an appreciation for the Ancient Greek (classics, literature, mythology).
4) it would just be so good, the murder, the mystery, the misery, -perfection.
5) tomione just fits the vibe of the book so well (or maybe I’m deranged and just have read to many dark philosophical oneshots).
6) imagine Tom reciting poetry in Greek to Hermione, and her saying it back… just imagine.
7) I would like to reiterate my first point:
a) hermione is hot.
b) tom is hot
8) anyone who puts such a perfect thing out in the world, deserves the world.
Anywho, I would write it myself, if it wasn’t for the fact that my ability to write is abmysal at best. Thank you for reading my rant/suggestion/desperate plea. i hope you all have a lovely day. xx
p.s. if someone actually writes this please comment the link, it would be the biggest regret of my life if someone wrote this and I never saw it. also if someone has written/read this already, or something like this, like before they saw this post please comment the link, and let me stew in my utter shame.
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isolemnlyswear · 3 years
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without you - song blurb
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a/n : we know remus is a bowie stan and i am too so i had to write this. also two fics? in one day? who am i
taglist : @oldschoolkiddo @amourtentiaa @anchoeritic @faeinorbit @tomriddleishot @inks-and-jinx @punkrific @jxsperhxle @the-gazette-of-tea @krasivayadarling @orifortheweeknd @fallin-4-ya @incxndio @daisyyy2516 @hoe4cedricdiggory @vsawyer1989 @fathermarty
warnings : none except one brief food mention (y/n is making dinner?)
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The click and consequential whir of the record player is audible through the kitchen in your London apartment, and you quirk an eyebrow.
“Lemme guess, Rem,” you say, feigning contemplation as you tap your chin. “Bowie?”
Remus grins that crooked grin of his, nodding. “You know me too well.”
“Well, I s’pose I have to considering I'm your wife, now,” you quip, sighing sarcastically and leaning against the counter as your pasta simmers on the stove.
“Oh, bugger off,” Remus rolls his eyes, biting back the smile that pulls at his lips.
You shake your head, looking down at the floor. But then, you hear a familiar drum riff, gasping happily and grinning at Remus.
He smiles back, taking your hand and twirling you so that your back is to his front. He twirls you back around, looking into your eyes.
Just when I'm ready to throw in my hand
You sway your hips a little bit, shaking your head softly to the beat, and Remus laughs.
Just when the best things in life are gone
He grins, and you lip-sync the words as you move to stir the food bubbling on the stovetop.
I look into your eyes
You turn around a moment later, locking eyes with Remus, who's starting at you with pure adoration swimming in his amber irises.
There's no smoke without fire
You grin, clasping your hands around his back and looking up at him.
You're exactly who I want to be with
Remus sings that line into your ear, just barely loud enough to hear, but the vibrations in his chest give him away.
Without you
You kiss him, now, smiling into his lips with your arms loose around his neck.
What would I do
He dips you down so that your back is parallel to the ground, garnering a surprised squeal from you, quickly followed by a kiss.
You stand back up, giggling, moving a little to the back beat.
And when I'm willing to call it a day
You mouth the words aimlessly, stirring your food and moving to the refrigerator.
Just when I won't take another chance
Remus is just watching you, in pure adoration, as you bob your head slightly to the music.
I hold your hand
You turn around and Remus pulls you into his chest, holding your hands up near your shoulders, and you grin, laughing quietly.
There's no smoke without fire
He lets your hands loose, and brushes one of his own softly through your hair, causing a gentle blush to creep onto your cheeks. Countless years with this man, and he never failed to make your face heat up.
Woman I love you
He sings the words to you, now, looking directly into your eyes. His grip is on your waist, now, right enough to signal that he's not going to let go.
Without you
What would I do.
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It's really sad that Voldemort used to be attractive... #tomriddle #tommarvoloriddle #tomriddleishot #tomriddletho #harrypotter #parseltongue
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