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I see that Twisted Wonderland is winning, I'm both scared and excited at the same time, because I just finished The Red rose Tyrant, but I'm confident I know most of the characters personality, and I've watched some game plays, that being said, if Twisted Wonderland wins, who would you want to be your love interest? Maybe more than one, maybe you want it to focus on a certain dorm, or you just want it to be Platonic, I'm making the oneshot gender neutral so both girls and boys can read it.
if only we met sooner
if only we had met sooner
i might be really good at golf now
and although you’ve been practicing
you’re still losing at mario kart somehow
if only we had met before
we might have two cats (or four)
we might have been to turkey
and brought home several more
if only we had met earlier
i’d be joining you at the football matches
then we’d go back, have some dinner
then head to bed where i give you back scratches
if only we had met a two years ago
which is when you first saw me
you might be ready
and maybe i would be too
but i guess now we’ll never know
Clementines
Memories flash through my eyes as I recall the days when you bestowed upon me flowers—delicately holding my hand before placing a small bouquet of hand-picked orange Clementines no matter what day or occasion, awakening butterflies in my stomach as they flutter.
“Clementines…my favorite” you softly utter, fingers barely grazing through the vibrant petals as you silently admire them. Their beauty never escaped your notice, evoking warmth and adoration each time they graced your hands.
“Thank you..” A wide smile adorns your lips, cheeks painted by the color of crimson reds. You take a step closer, arms finding their way between his neck, looking up to meet his gaze before leaning in to plant a small peck on his lips.
He pulls back slightly, holding out his hand, as you gently place yours. He wraps his fingers around your own pulling you towards him. You both danced the night away beneath the silvery glow of the stars, your shoes wearing aching blisters on your heels.
I didn't really know what to do with this one...I had a dream abt this n decided to try n write it. I'm thinking of making this a sequel ig??? Im kinda imagining a forbidden love trope here... it can be whoever you want it to be 🤷♀️
Toji SMAU - When love was always there
Chapter 16 - Ex’s And Oh’s
Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.
warnings: cursing, sexual language, mentions of bullying
an: What should her name be? Does she even need a name? Tell me your thoughts and ideas please! SMOOCHES 💋💋💋
{chapter 15} ; {next}
taglist: @jinxiewritings @actuallyvalerie @clp-84 @stickystay
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HEYELPPPP!! Yall I need help finding these BOMB ABSOLUTELY FIRE JUICY ASS fanfics? books? Stories? ykwim. cz i literally cannot find them anywhere and ive been on my knees scouring trying. But thing is I read these stories like so freakin long ago so there is a possibility that they got deleted somehow but im delusional and feel as tho tht THREE art pieces js disappear without anyone's knowledge. So I have been left with no choice but to ask for help from yall. Nd so its 3 different fics. 2 abt sub spencer reid and 1 abt Thomas from Maze Runner.
1st Fic: This fic was a Spencer Reid x reader story where reader and spencer were like in a friends with benefits situation?? Where the reader was like strict and made all these rules for them so they could sneak around to avoid getting caught by the rest of the team and one of the rules was like they cant sleep in the same bed so after a hook up no matter how tired they were or how bad they wanted to cuddle each other the reader would make one of them leave. And so one day spencer loses it and kinda confronts reader abt it and he was on the verge of tears i think?being all subby nd shii cz he fell in love and wanted to cuddle ( I LUH DAT LIL CRYBABY HO!😫) but the reader ws all like "nah" or sum shii nd honestly i cant remember how it ended im pretty sure it ended good but I PROMISE YOU THAT SHII WS FIRE AND IF I REMEMBERED THE BOOK OR THE AUTHOR I WOULD 100% RECOMMEND TS!!!
2nd Fic: So this fic was another Spencer x Reader where the team was like at a bar or it coulda been a halloween party???????? i cant fawkn remember sorry yall 🥲 but they were OH HONESTLY THIS ONE COULD BE TWO SEPARATE BOOKS HIGHKEY??? I THINK IT WAS ONE BOOK WHERE THEY WERE AT A BAR AND DEREK WAS LIKE "ohh i dont kiss after head bla bla bla macho shii" AND EVB ELSE WAS SHOCKED OR SUM SHII ND THEY WENT AROUND THE TABLE TILL IT GOT TO SPENCER AND HE WAS ALL EMBARRASSED CZ HE NEVER GOT HEAD BEFORE (I VOLUNTEER FOR TRIBUTE) AND SO READER "oh ill give ya head" (LUCKY SLUT!) AND HE WAS ALL EMBARRASSED AND SHII ND WS LIKE "okay" AND SHE GIVES HIM THAT GLUCK GOODNESS AND HE JS WHIMPERIN ND MOANIN LIKE A LIL BITCH AND AFTERWARDS HE GIVES HER A FAT ASS SMOOCH AND THEN THE OTHER FIC WAS THE SAME CONCEPT I THINK BUT IT WAS AT A HALLOWEEN PARTY!! SO I LIED AND THERES 4 FICS I NEED HELP FINDING!!!!!
3rd Fic: Okay now THIS fic however is a Thomas tmr x reader and im pretty sure it had multiple parts??? i cannot remember but i js remember it being long and juicy and perfect. So it takes place in the third movie where i cannot remember for the shit of me. Either reader was captured or no it wouldnt make sense if she wasnt captured but her nd minho got captured so yk ha man Thomas has to go rescue her but they get to the helicopter part where thomas got shot and teresa uglahh holdin onto him but ig thomas hallucinated she was us????? so they ended up kissing??? Like da furq? but we see ts and yk we finna start tweakin or wtv but yk the building finna come down and they get thomas on the ship where he pass out and teresa was finna get on but yall kno again the building in the middle of collaspin so reader being a WAYYYY Y BETTER BITCH THAN ME tries to save her but teresa dies anyways and reader is all traumatized nd shii and tht goes on for like the whole book so we get to the safe haven and we have our own lil shack or wtv cz we keep getting nightmares and sum shii nd the boys have to keep watch over us - mind u thomas been knocked out this whole time so he dont even realize how bad he needs his ass whooped - we trying to recover or wtv but eventually thomas wakes up and is looking for us or wtv the others dont wanna tell him abt us or wtv he finds out abt us, we dont wanna see him due to obvious reasons. And yall know thomas is stubborn so he keeps coming back for us, trying to win our trust, even going as far as sleeping outside our door and repairing our things. nd weird take nd idk if this matters but it had a ocean blue vibe to it man idk. But anyways i definitely do remember that this book has a good ending and the whole thing is beautiful nd shii.
But i alr kno by my fantastic description 🌚 (Ik ts ws ass leemelone) tht yall wanna go and read em for yall selvess🌝 nd all i ask is that if yall find em or atl know what happened to em js come back nd lmk so i can be put to rest please and thank ya 🙏🏾nd also if theres a way to save them??? Like yk how tiktok has favorites and u can organize em?? Sumn like that anyways thats all! Until we meet again!! drink water, stack paper, & stay super freakyyy💋🚶🏾♀️
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...WHY...
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...REMAIN...
...SINGLE.
So, instead of writing i colored a scene from the next part of my story. King of procrastination.
And here again without my terrible attempt at environmental lighting.
Story idea!
A book/movie with an extremely sarcastic, loser character who is just absolutely cursed, like the very definition of a jinx, for absolutely no reason, like they're a good person, they do good things just for the sake of doing good things, yet for some reason, they are just absolutely cursed with the worst luck in everything, and it's a romantic comedy between them and the most sunshine, perfect, happy-go-lucky character ever, who has the most amazing luck and is just the exact opposite if the MC in every way, shape and form, with a kiss in a rainstorm at the end (bonus points if they both rub off on eachother throughout the movie)
I finally watched Dinner in America... I want what they have (I have a whole boyfriend and I could never date Simon irl he is the biggest red flag I've ever seen but omg I love him so much me and Patty have the same taste)
“Dream A Little Dream Of Me” 💝
Bobby Kennedy x Reader
synopsis : Bobby has always given you everything you’ve ever wanted, always spoiled you endlessly, and a certain dream makes you feel ready to do the same in return, in the best way you can.
word count : 1.8k
warnings : nothing graphic goes on, just talks about domestic family life and marriage
authors note : hiii this is my first fanfic ever so it might be kind of all over the place, sincerest apologies if that’s the case. also sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes. I hope you enjoy!!
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Bright beams of sunshine passed in through your window, breaking through the silky curtains Bobby had put up for you months earlier, and pulling you from your deep sleep. You rubbed your eyes carefully and shifted slightly, rolling over so your back faced the window and nuzzling your face into the pillow Bobby usually slept on as you began to think. Your mind was fogged by the aftermath of deep slumber, but you could remember one thing clearly. You’d been having quite vivid dreams all night long, ones that made you think about things you hadn’t even considered. Made you think about Bobby, and your future, and the past and present too.
The last time you remembered having a dream as vivid as the one from last night was on the night after Bobby’s proposal to you.
You’d been so excited, and all night long your mind had gifted you with visions of a big, beautiful wedding—a long white aisle with a lace veil trailing along it, wedding rings, Bobby’s tanned hands holding yours and his lips offering generous kisses, an impressively beautiful layered cake, ribbons in your bridesmaids’ hair. It’d all been wonderful to get to imagine, and it left you smiling and blushing bashfully when you awoke, excited like a schoolgirl who’d just been asked to prom.
It hadn’t all just been dreams either, for all of it had really been brought to life, thanks to the sweet nature of your darling Bobby and his extensive familial wealth. You’d told him about your dream, and about your fantasies of your ideal perfect wedding. He’d taken every bit into consideration, and made it all a reality on your big day. The venue and decor at your real wedding had all been beautiful, just like in your dreams—pale shades of pink, yellow, cream, and blue dancing all around the place in exquisitely pleasing order—and the ceremony had been even better, the most romantic, fulfilling moments of your entire life that nothing could’ve ever prepared you nor could ever live up to.
For your honeymoon as well, he’d planned that according to your fantasies of a perfect vacation months earlier. You’d been flipping through a women’s magazine and saw photos of a beautiful 17th century estate in Portugal. A big, castle like home with dozens of rooms of gleaming marble and stone and intricate hand painted designs. A large garden out front filled with beautiful flowers, with a big staircase leading to a huge crystal clear pool, acres of perfect green grass and a clear path through the enormity of the estate intended to be used as a moat of admiration. The coast was nearby, as well, so you could make a trip out to the beach whenever you wanted.
You had adored the property, and showed it to Bobby later that evening in bed. You’d hinted at maybe going somewhere like that for your honeymoon, or for some other vacation down the line. You hadn’t explicitly stated that you wanted to stay in that exact home, you knew renting it would be enormously expensive and you didn’t want to make Bobby feel like he had to put all the money unnecessarily into something like that. You didn’t want to seem too frivolous or like a gold digger, nor did you want to overwhelm him. Your worries were completely thrown out the window by Bobby, though, and you discovered this was such when he surprised you about a week later with plane tickets to Portugal and the news he’d rented the whole place out for your honeymoon.
You’d been so excited and thanked him nearly hundreds of times, basking in the joy of having a man that really seemed to be eager to do absolutely anything under the sun if it would please you. He was so doting and so kind, and spoiled you so much you almost felt guilty for it. You knew you were much luckier than most women, knew you had the greatest husband you possibly could. He gave you everything, did everything, and it made you want to do the same for him.
And maybe that—knowing Bobby would do anything for you, everything was possible with him, you could have any future you thought up thanks to his doting unconditional sweetness—was why you’d dreamed so vividly of finally making a father out of him.
That was certainly the greatest gift you could give him, and was a dream of yours, like a majority of other wonderful things you’d enjoyed together.
Your dreams of a wedding had of course come true, your dreams of a perfect honeymoon had come true, you had a marriage that would’ve been the stuff of fairytale and fantasy to you when you were a young girl. Maybe this was supposed to come true as well. Maybe the next thing you were meant to have was.. a baby.
You were snapped out of your long winded train of thought by the door creaking open, and you turned your head up to see none other than Bobby stepping into the room, in all his handsome Kennedy glory. He usually got up earlier than you and wasn’t in bed when you woke up, so you hadn’t even really processed his absence till now, but now that you had, you realized you’d missed him. He was already dressed for the day in a sweater and slacks, and held a cup of coffee for you in his hand.
“Well, good morning, dear.” That familiar boyish smile came onto his face as he spoke and made his way over to the bed, sitting on the edge and setting your mug down on the nightstand. He leaned down, brushing your soft hair off of your face and pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead, his lips curved up in a faint smile.
“I would’ve woken you up a bit sooner, but you looked so peaceful, I just couldn’t bring myself to.” Bobby spoke, keeping his voice soft and running his fingers through your hair, gazing down at you. “I made a cup of coffee for you. Figured you’d want it, you usually do.”
You allowed yourself to relax against his touch and shut your eyes again, though it wasn’t for the intention of sleeping or even really relaxing. It just served the purpose of allowing you to focus more solely on Bobby’s gentle touch, and bask in the quiet intimacy of the moment without the extra stimulation of sight.
You gave a slight nod after he told you he’d brought you coffee, smiling softly. Bobby was quiet for a moment after your lack of a response, and he soon started to talk about his duties for the day, softly speaking about plans with Jack. He had a few meetings or something, and had paperwork to fill out. You didn’t really know, as you hadn’t been listening much. You were too busy thinking still, and Bobby always had a tendency to ramble.
You gently interrupted him a minute or two into his soft rambling.
“I dreamed about you.”
Bobby was snapped out of his thoughts upon hearing your voice. He processed your words and smiled a bit at them but didn’t respond with much, just a soft, “Yeah?”
He was hoping his lack of substantial reply would encourage you to speak again, and tell him more. He was always interested in what went on in your mind, whether it was when you were asleep or awake. He thought you had a beautiful way of thinking, a beautiful mind and psyche. Probably why he always took your advice on serious matters, with no second thoughts.
“I dreamed that.. that we had a baby. A little girl. She had your eyes and smile, and my hair. We loved her so much, she fit right into everything. It felt so real. We gave her a pink nursery and she had little pajamas with Bambi on them, and we put little pink bows in her hair. Oh, it was so precious.”
Bobby’s eyes went slightly wide for a moment at the words that sounded from you. He hadn’t necessarily been expecting to hear that, but he wasn’t upset about it. No no, not upset at all. Quite the opposite, really. He’d been waiting to hear something like that from you, waiting for a confirmation that you were ready for a life like that with him. He’d always known that you would eventually, he’d just chosen to be a gentleman and wait for you to decide when you wanted it. And now that it sounded like you were reaching that point, he was beyond excited. The prospect of a baby, a sweet little thing to cherish and love, filled him bright joy.
“Well I.. I’d be ready to make that a reality. That is, only if you are, Y/N. You’ve never brought this up before, so don’t decide on a spur of the moment type thing. We have all the time in the world, you know.”
You’d been married for just under a year, but you loved eachother so deeply, you both could be certain that nothing could happen that would cause you to split. And most certainly a baby wouldn’t . A baby would be a blessing, the physical embodiment of your love for eachother. It’d tie you together even more, make you as close as you possibly could be past marriage, bonded for life. You’d be parents together, the natural next big step in your love story.
You fluttered your eyes open and looked up at the man in front of you. You smiled softly and reached your hand up to rest it on his hand that was still against your cheek. You leaned your head to the side a bit and gently kissed his palm. “I.. I think I’m ready, Bobby. I just needed a little reminder that it was a possibility for us. I guess that’s why the angels or something blessed me with a dream about it.”
Bobby’s smile widened and he gazed for a moment before sliding his hand away, instead wrapping both of his arms around your waist and pulling you up slightly. He leaned in further and pressed gentle kisses to your face, all along your cheeks and your forehead and jaw, and anywhere else he could reach without going below the neck. You smiled brightly and allowed him to shower you in all this attention, definitely enjoying it quite a bit and showing your appreciation in soft giggles and an embrace, your arms sliding around his neck.
Bobby finally stopped the kisses and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. His face was smooth, so you knew he’d shaved this morning, and you could feel his lips curved up into a smile against your skin. You slid your fingers through his hair, and he sweetly spoke up.
“What are we waiting for then?”
every little thing reminds me of you, the warm sun that lights the day, the simple pleasure of a afternoon nap, the taste of fresh and crisp bread, the faint but pleasant scent of a rose, but you are more wonderful than all of those things. You are more to me than anything else I ever knew or will know, you are the highest in my world and in my heart. And loving you is the most beautiful thing I could ever do.
Me: Oh my doomed robot relationship that has so much potential
?: Oh you talking about Jetfire and Starscream
Me: NOOOO I'M TALKING ABOUT METALHAWK. THERE COULD HAVE BEEN SOO MUCH YET IT ENDED TOO SOON. STARSCREAM COULD OF HAD A SHOULDER TO LEAN ON AND I NEED THEM TO HUG AND THEY DESERVE TO BE ALIVE TOGETHER. METALHAWK COULD "FIX" HIM. WHY STARSCREAM DO YOU KEEP FUCKING THINGS UP FOR YOURSELF HE WAS SO GOOD TO YOU?(I know not really fix him but I like how he definitely could make him see wrong in the way he thinks and does things)
My rare pair that is the only time I go out of my way to see it as a ship.
(At least it isn't as rare pair as that one person on here that's whirl x starscream respect the grind tho)
I drew portraits of some of my ocs, this is Louise, she is a cutie, shy, romantic, and a huge nerd
I want the Lee to my Maren, like, give me an attractive gender-fluid/nonbinary person to take me on cross country road trip where we romantically eat bad people and wear their clothes!
I don't remember if I posted this so here.
Bartender
I love the little games that you play with me.
I'm drinking wine. It matches my nails that soon will leave marks on your shoulders. I want them deep in your tender neck. Oh, I can't wait.
Don't be afraid of me darling. I just want to taste you.
I'm the hunter. Didn't you know?
People of Tumblr, please, give me a good romance book rec. I need a stand alone. Reverse grumpy x sunshine, optional. Ooh, or or or. I want to try dark romance, also optional. Pleaseeeeeee
Also accepting toothrotting fluff
Capa para a fanfic “August” de minha autoria em parceria com Camilacch02.
Link da fanfic: https://www.spiritfanfiction.com/historia/august-13679354
"I don't want to date someone, I want to find someone to flirt with everyday without any consequences~"
My inspiration 🩷 Part 18 💛
I'll never get tired of writing about it... ✨
My inspiration 🩷 Part 15...
And a little story... While waiting for my son from training in the shopping mall near the cinema, I sat alone on a big couch and worked on my phone. There were free tables near the café, but for some reason one couple decided to sit with me ☺️
I carefully pretended not to listen, but still heard everything... It was their first date, they decided to go to the cinema (classic)... They talked about how they got to the centre, what part of the town they lived in... They talked about who was looking for a relationship and how long... They didn't look like students, and they both talked about their jobs.
It was as awkward as possible, but I tried to write my texts... 🥲
Then they went to the cinema, the young woman in the red sweater and the man in the black shirt. I think he put his arm around her waist... It's like a film whose ending I'll never know...🩷
