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#10k celebration
thyme-in-a-bubble · 21 hours
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「 let's bake something yummy to celebrate 10k 」
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i can not believe i've hit this number... it's only two years ago that i began writing and sharing it online, so to think over that there is that may of you out there is truly unbelievable. in my head there is just enough to fit on my little couch here at home, but i don't think my couch is big enough for that many. thank you all so much from the bottom of my heart for staying here with me, for reading my silly little stories and for always being so kind. i love you all.
this celebration will run from now till the 31 of march. anyone can participate and you can send in as many asks as you’d like, there is no limit.
if you need some prompts as Inspo for the request options, then try and click around on my sideblog @prompt-heaven where I keep a bunch of prompt lists very organised. 
navigation | masterlist | request guidelines
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cookie - games! (cast your mutuals, fuck marry kill, would you rather…)
muffin - come blabber with me! (it can be anything under the sun, from casual stuff to wip info about a certain fic of mine)
bread - tell me a random fact about yourself and I’ll say who I ship you with!
cake - i’ll give you a culinary-themed song that has your vibe!
bun - i’ll tell you which specific baked good has your vibe!
croissant - send me a sfw request! 
pie - send me a nsfw request! 
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moots: @oncasette @fightingdragonswithwho @fxllfaiiry @fettuccin-e @cosmal @creelteeth @inkluvs @inklore @reidslovely @spideyheart @ddejavvu @happyheidi @appocalipse @skullrock @starlit-moonlight @chvoswxtch @lanadelreyscokewhor3 @bruisedboys @midniteluv @bcyhoods @vhagarlovebot @bradshawed @mystcldydrms @katyswrites @strrawberrryjam @amorchai @venuslore @slvttyfied @ghostlyfleur @saraswritingtipps @cozhycottaghe @bunmurdock @chxrryhansen @fushic0re
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fandom-puff · 20 days
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Hi! Congrats on 10k!! Wondering if it would be alright to request 📚 for Alfie Solomons with the prompt: "thought I'd never see you again". Thanks and congrats again.
Thank you so so much!! I hope you enjoy 🥹
Warnings: reference to violence
The front door slammed shut and Cyril let out a booming bark, before the gruff voice of Alfie soothed him. You barrelled through to the hallway, barely seeing Alfie’s eyes crinkling into a smile before you were in his arms, your arms wrapped around his neck.
Poor man nearly fell down, but your Alfie was always firm and steady beneath you. “I’m here love,” he murmured into your hair, his lips pressing against your head.
“Hate when you’re gone for so long,” you whispered, hiding your face. Alfie let out a low grumble of agreement.
“And you know I hate being away from you for so long too, Sweet, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you mumbled. “Thought I’d never see you again, I hate it when you go to Birmingham,”
Alfie smiled, rubbing your back. “It is a shithole,” he agreed. “But no brummie or blinder will do me in love,” he tipped your face up to look into your eyes. “Or they’d have Mrs Solomons to answer to, hm?”
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coldasyou · 10 months
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10k Celebration: hadestown + favorite character for @biilpotts
Now, on the road to Hell there was a railroad line And a lady steppin' off a train With a suitcase full of summertime Persephone, by name
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time-for-a-lullaby · 1 year
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arranged series drabble: sempre e per sempre
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Arranged Series Drabble: Sempre e Per Sempre
Pairing: mafia!chris evans x female reader
Warnings: lots of fluff, pregnancy mentioned.
A/N: I'm not crying. I'm not. There were absolutely NO TEARS shed while writing this. NONE. There is NO sarcasm in this authors note. NONE. 🙃
ANYWAY
THANK YOU GUYS FOR 10K!!! Here's a little 'where are they now' drabble. There will be more to come :)
W/C: 2.5k
Italian and Italian translation in italics. (i did not run my translations by anyone this time, sorry) likes, reblogs, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated! ❤
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“Sei la donna più bella che abbia mai visto.”  (You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.)
You rolled your eyes as Chris’s arms slid around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. His lips found the crook of your neck, placing a gentle kiss on your skin. Even after all of these years, his affection and love for you had never faltered. Every chance he got, his hands or lips were on you. Or his mouth was inches away from your ear, whispering his love for you and your family as if you could ever forget just what you meant to him. 
You stopped icing the cake on the counter, turning into his embrace and wrapping your arms around his neck. The same cologne he’d been wearing since your wedding night wafted through the air, making you smile. Sandalwood and citrus. Your favorite.  “Lo dici a tutte le tue mogli,” (You say that to all of your wives.)  You teased. 
“Ah, yes. But I mean it when I say it to you,” He winked, moving out of your grasp when you reached down to pinch his side. 
“You’re so full of shit,” you laughed, turning back to the cake on the counter. The icing was a beautiful pale pink, matching the rest of the party decor around the villa. You’d offered to make a trip to the bakery down the road, but Rina insisted on having you make it, stating that it wasn’t a birthday unless the cake was made by you. 
You loved that your girls appreciated your baking as much as you loved doing it. Over the years, it became something that the family did together for nearly every ‘milestone’. Every birthday, every anniversary, every aced test, the whole family gathered in the kitchen, following the recipe in one of your handwritten recipe books while you laughed and celebrated the occasion. 
Now that the girls were out on their own, it was something you missed. 
Though you wouldn’t admit it to either of them, you were dreading the possibility that they wouldn’t ask for things like this anymore, that time hadn’t come. So you were enjoying it while you could. 
Chris swiped his finger against the inside of the icing bowl, bringing it to his mouth for a taste test. He groaned, “Mio dio, cara. I don’t know how you do it.” (My god, dear/darling)
You grinned, swatting his hand as he went back for a second taste. “Lots of time and patience. Something you know little about.” 
He let out a laugh, easing the icing spatula from your hand and setting it on the counter. Chris snagged your hand, spinning you into his arms. “I love you, cara.”
You smiled sweetly, lifting your thumb to swipe away the tiny bit of pink icing on the corner of his mouth. “I love you, too. But I have to finish this cake before Rina gets here.” 
“The cake can wait,” he insisted, bringing his hands up to cup your cheeks. His thumb ghosted over your cheekbone, blues eyes shimmering with nothing but the purest form of love. Your mind flashed back to the conversation you’d had with your old housekeeper, Gina. How at one point in time, the blue in Chris’s eyes resembled something cold and icy. He was closed off to the world and to those closest to him. 
But now, whenever his gaze found yours, you saw nothing but love. The cold and ice melted into an endless sea of blue, free and warm, swimming with an unbridled love for his family and those he could trust. 
When Gina told you that it was because of you, it didn’t feel right taking credit for such a change. But now, you knew. Chris’s world was nothing but death and betrayal. 
He needed someone to come along and prove to him that there was so much more to life than the cruel one he’d been living. And that’s exactly what you did. Proving to yourself just as much as him that your life together was something meaningful and vastly different from the one that you lived before marriage. 
“Did I ever tell you what I whispered to you that night on the ferris wheel?” 
Your brows furrowed, trying to recall what he had said. Your Italian has obviously improved greatly since then, but it was so long ago and the words were so foreign to you at the time, you weren’t sure how to hold onto them until you could properly translate them. “No, I don’t think you did.” 
The corner of his mouth turned up into a small smile, his hands still framing your face with a delicate touch. “Da questo bacio in poi, fino al mio ultimo respiro, sarò tuo.” (From this kiss on, until my last breath, I will be yours)
You took a shaky breath, your eyes immediately filling with tears. 
“I knew that night I was falling in love with you.” 
“Chris–” you choked out, your bottom lip quivering as you fought to form something coherent enough to say out loud. 
“Thank you for giving me a life of love and happiness.” 
Before your mind could catch up with all of the emotions currently swirling around inside of it, Chris’s lips were pressed against yours. You melted into him, circling your arms around his middle to keep him as close as possible. 
He could thank you all he wanted, but he’d done just as much as you to fill your life with an abundance of love and laughter. 
Chris’s lips moved against yours, soft and slow like he was committing this moment to memory. 
You were so lost in the man you loved, neither of you heard the front door open. 
“Ick!” 
You rolled your eyes, pulling away from Chris as your daughter pretended to gag. 
“You guys are disgusting.” 
Turning to look at Rina, you smiled at the love in her eyes. She might say that you and Chris were gross, but she loved seeing her parents still so infatuated with each other.
She made her way into the kitchen, dropping a few grocery bags onto the counter before walking over to where you stood to kiss your cheek. “Hi, mamma.” At 24, Carina and Mariella had both taken after their father when it came to height. Both of them towered over you, standing only a couple of inches shorter than Chris. It was infuriating. 
Though, it proved useful for Ella when she decided to take up modeling. 
Chris scoffed, his hands slapping against his sides. “Che cosa sono?” (What am I?)  He mumbled under his breath. 
Carina laughed, turning to Chris and stretching up to kiss his cheek. “Hello, papa.”
He waved her off with a grin, but not before kissing her temple. “Dov'è mia nipotina?” (Where’s my granddaughter?)
A tiny voice spoke up from the foyer, following the sound of her tiny dress shoes as she ran through the villa to get to the kitchen. “Sono qui, nonno!” (I’m here, grandpa!) 
Chris grinned at the sound of your granddaughter’s voice, the corners of his eyes crinkling. He had aged like fine wine, his brunette hair almost completely faded to grey at this point and you’d loved every single second of watching him transform into a silver fox. He was as handsome as ever, even more so with his sights on the little girl that truly owned his heart. 
Carina’s husband, Leo, escorted Luna into the kitchen, her little legs working overtime to get to Chris. Those two were the best of friends, basically inseparable when they were together. 
He offered a quick hug to your son-in-law before bending over to scoop Luna into his arms. “Ciao angioletto mio.” (Hello, my angel.)
“Ciao, nonno!” (Hello, grandpa.) 
Your heart swelled as Chris pinched her cheek. “Her Italian is so good!” 
Rina nodded, smiling softly at her soon-to-be three-year-old daughter wrapped in Chris’s arms. “I know, she’s been doing so well.” 
Just like you and Chris had raised the twins, Leo and Rina were raising their children to speak both Italian and English and Luna was doing so well to the point of only really wanting to speak Italian. 
“The cake looks so good, mamma. Thank you for doing it.”  She nodded at the abandoned two-tiered cake on the counter. 
You clasped your hands together. “Oh, right. Just a few final touches and then I’ll put it in the fridge until we’re ready.” 
“You do that, I’m gonna go pee. Again,” She rolled her eyes, her hands going to her belly. Rina was around seventeen weeks pregnant and just starting to show. “This child has made it his personal mission to bounce on my bladder every twenty minutes.” 
You smiled, remembering all too well what it felt like to have two of them taking turns bouncing around inside of you. Sometimes memories like that felt so distant and foggy around the edges, other times they were crystal clear like a high-definition movie playing through your mind. It was hard to accept the fact that life had really flown by, but there wasn’t a single thing you’d do differently.
All of the highs and lows you went through brought you right here, to this beautiful afternoon in Venice where you would soon celebrate your grandaughter’s third birthday surrounded by the people you loved most in this world. 
In just a few hours, your villa would be filled with friends and family. Laughter and loud voices would carry through the halls, there would be music and exaggerated stories of the men and everything they accomplished “in their prime”.
Before Chris decided to leave Boston and the mafia behind him, you cowered away from chaos because it usually meant blood, guns, or some law enforcement agency. Now, it meant laughing children spilling food and drink onto the floor and people trying to talk over the noise. It meant that your family would be in one place for the first time since Chris’s birthday in June. 
You craved the chaos these days instead of the way your footsteps echoed through an empty house. 
Blinking back the happy tears, you looked up from the cake and waited for someone to emerge from the foyer after the door opened and closed. 
After a few seconds, Ella and her girlfriend, Simone, walked in hand-in-hand, their smiles so wide it hurt your  cheeks to even look at them. You grinned, abandoning the pink cake once again to make your way over, wrapping your arms around both of their shoulders. 
“Oh, how I’ve missed you two.” 
They returned your embrace, Ella squeezing extra tight. You were always careful to only speak English with Simone around, not wanting her to feel left out. Ella was teaching her some Italian phrases, but you knew firsthand that it could be a tricky language to pick up.
“I missed you, mamma.” 
Just hearing those words coming from your daughters always warmed your chest. No matter how old they got, they always missed their mamma. 
“Did I hear the door?” Chris walked back into the room with Luna still perched on his hip. You looked over as a smile spread across his face. “Hi, you two.” He made his way over to wrap them in a hug as you returned to your place by the cake in the kitchen, determined to finish before another interruption pulled you away.
Ella, like you knew she would, immediately stole Luna from Chris and wrapped her in a bear hug. “Luna-Bug! You’re so big, bambina!” (baby.)
It was so rare to have everyone in the same house at once. 
Rina and Leo had moved out of Venice to a smaller providence to be closer to his job, and Ella and Simone bounced back and forth between France, the States, and your guesthouse. Lydia and Sebastian still lived in Boston, along with their daughters. All of Chris’s siblings still lived here in Venice, but all had their own families to tend to.
But soon, everyone would be here under one roof and you couldn’t wait. 
Ella placed Luna back into Chris’s arms, reaching down to thread her fingers with Simone’s again. Your eyes narrowed on the small flash of gold on Simone’s tan finger. Looking back up at them, they read the questions in your eyes with amused looks. 
The two of them had been together for almost three years now, you’d been waiting for the engagement announcement ever since you’d given Ella your own ring to propose with earlier in the year. After a few seconds of silence, you raised your eyebrows at your daughter and her girlfriend. 
Simone giggled and released Ella’s hand, raising her left one to show off the ring that once sat on your finger. It was gorgeous on her. There was no holding back the tears this time. 
They streamed down your face as you pulled them into a hug, unable to stop the squeal that burst from your lips. Chris chuckled, the arm that wasn’t holding Luna wrapped around the three of you. “Congratulations, you guys,” he said, squeezing once before letting go as Rina entered the room with Leo. 
“What’s happ-” She paused, her eyes widening. “You did it?!” She screamed, doing a little happy dance before walking over and joining in the group hug. 
“I’m sorry to announce it now, I know it’s Luna’s birthday. I just didn’t know when we’d all be together again,” Ella apologized, mumbling into Rina’s shoulder as you all hugged.
Rina shushed her. “Don’t you dare apologize! She has no idea what’s going on and you’re getting married!” She emphasized the last three words with a squeal similar to yours.
Your daughters laughed and after a moment, a silence fell over the room, only interrupted by sniffling noses and Luna whispering to Chris and asking him what was happening. 
“I’m so happy for you all,” You whispered, the emotion building in your throat making it impossible to talk any louder. 
You pulled away, swiping at the tears on your cheeks before framing Rina’s face. “You, the best mamma I have met. Luna and little Matteo are so lucky to have you.” 
She smiled, her own eyes reflecting the emotion in yours. “Thank you, mamma.”
“And you two.” You turned, placing your left hand on Ella’s cheek and your right hand on Simone’s. “I can’t tell you how happy I am for you. I have never seen two people more suited for each other. You will live a life of so much love and happiness. I can’t wait to witness it.” 
You backed away, attempting to blink away the tears as your family stood before you. It was so hard to think about the fact that one shitty man that dared to call himself your father and a deal to get you out of his house led to something so amazing. 
If Sebastian hadn’t asked Chris to save you, you never would’ve fallen in love. You never would’ve experienced this kind of happiness. You wouldn’t have Carina or Mariella. You wouldn’t have Leo, Luna, or Simone. Or little Matteo on the way. You wouldn’t have this home. 
One measly piece of paper that you used to daydream about ripping to shreds somehow re-arranged your life into something so beautiful and meaningful. 
You exchanged a loving look with Chris, one that told you he had every intention of upholding his promise.
Until his last breath, he was yours and you were his. 
Sempre e per sempre. (Forever and always.)
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valeskafics · 29 days
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milestone celebration 🩷
hey guys! i reached 10k about a month ago and never did a thank you post as so much was going on soooo i just wanted to thank each and every one of you. tumblr has been a bit of a rollercoaster for me - especially this year lmao (ironic since its only feb), but i've made so many amazing friends on here and connected with so many talented people.
the first time i posted a fic i was absolutely terrified - it was a modern au for game of thrones and not too many had been done. but y'all were so incredibly kind and this blog kind of spiraled into the unhinged den of sin it is now from there.
thank you my bbs i adore you all 🩷🥰
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crowley-anthony · 2 years
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laura’s 10k celebration (top 30 ships as voted by my followers) ✵ 3 ➳ chidi anagonye & eleanor shellstrop
↳ “No matter what he does, we will find each other and we’ll help each other. Because we’re soulmates.”
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ethel-stuff · 9 months
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Happy 10k to the goobers!!!! These fellas are seriously some of the kindest, goofiest and coolest peeps i've ever met, i do genuinely recommend that you go just even have a peep at their goofy channel The Celestial Idiots
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tolerateit · 2 years
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Congrats on 10k!! You deserve it all, you’re blog is amazing and so are you! 💕 I don’t care that by tbr is 100+ books long rn, I’d love a book rec. I’ll always love a good biography, short stories, etc. but I’ll read nothing that isn’t sci-fi tbh. Love a good story about women dealing with trauma. My favorite books are a year of magical thinking by Joan didion and educated by Tara west over. Congrats again 🥰
thank you!! and your taste is IMMACULATE!!! Public library and other stories by Ali Smith is a wonderful collection that revolves around books and the importance of libraries, self help by lorrie moore is also a great short story collection that explores women dealing with changes in their life or processing things they find difficult to deal with! And I'm sure you've come across this rec before but crying in h mart really is worth all the hype!! 💖 💕
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peterthepark · 2 years
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and um… also….
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ahhh i literally LITERALLY dont know how to thank you guys this is huge for me!!! im working on a bunch of things rn so i don’t think i have the time or patience to do a celebration but just know i am very very honored and grateful to be able to write on this platform!!! thank u so much!!! <3
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watchmegetobsessed · 2 years
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i just hit a major milestone, i honestly can't believe i have 10k followers!! i wanted to do something fun and interactive and i always wanted to do a sleepover here, tho im still not sure im gonna do it right haha
anyways, i have collected some minigames for the sleepover, you can read about them below and i hope to interact with many of you!
thank you so much for everything, you guys are the best!!
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minigames
🎵 shuffle - send me this emoji and i will put my liked songs playlist on spotify on shuffle and give you the song that came up!
🍻 would you rather / this or that - send me two options and i have to pick one of them
💜 fuck, marry, kill - this is pretty selfexplanatory lol
🍓 unpopular opinion - give me your unpopular opinion on something and i'll agree or disagree
🔮 song recs - send me your favorite song and tell me why you like it! i need new songs to play 24/7 haha
🍀 confessions - confess me something on anon (or off anon!)
🍄 truth or truth - ask me anything basically
🌈 guess the fic - explain one of my fics to me badly and i have to guess which one it is lol
☀️ top 3 - ask me my top 3 of anything
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make sure to use the right emoji at the beginning of your message! can't wait to hang out with you all, the sleepover is starting NOW!🥰
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thyme-in-a-bubble · 17 hours
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croissant - send me a sfw request! 
grumpy!bucky x sunshine!reader first kiss
a/n: you know, you know, us two we've been back in it with this dude recently 🫠
∼ gentle reminder that feedback, but especially reblogs are the way you support writers on here ∽
masterlist | join my taglist |  join my 10k celebration!
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“So,” uncontrollable giggles bubbled out of you as you beamed over at Bucky beside you on the bench, “I was just wondering if maybe–…”
Not peeling his steely glance away from the ducks swimming through the park’s lake, “what?” he absentmindedly grumbled, “just spit it out, please.” 
“Can I, uhm…” your body practically wiggled as you finally asked, “can I kiss you?”
You could have counted on only one hand how many times you’d seen Bucky crack a smile in the time you’d known him. But as your fluttery words found his wind-chilled ears like an ethereal butterfly, you could now officially start using both of your hands. 
Twisting his gaze away from the patch of flora and fauna in the middle of the bustling city, Bucky smiled softly back at you for a flash before his fingers, which had been curled behind you and rested on the bench, then curved over the nape of your neck as he brought you close to meet him halfway.
His kiss was slow and soft, like sipping on a steaming mug of hot chocolate on a freezing day, his radiating lips seemed to warm you from within and conjure a soft sigh to seep from your lungs. 
“Yes, Y/n,” he gently pulled back, his grasp now cupped against your hot cheek, “of course you can kiss me. You can kiss me all you’d like.”
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© 2024 thyme-in-a-bubble 
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kurbiismind · 5 months
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Oh hey,
Y'all are amazing :›
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fandom-puff · 21 days
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hello, congrats on 10k! i just read your answer about sander’s first kiss and now my heart hurts :( could we get a baby blurb of sandor and a reader who really, really wants to kiss him for the first time!!
Sandor deserves so many kisses ready mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah
You frowned up at Sandor despite the gentle kiss he pressed to the top of your head. “What was that for?” You demanded.
“What?” Sandor grunted, straightening to his full height and staring down at you.
“You pulled away…” you mumbled, suddenly embarrassed at causing a fuss. But Sandor had always been your protector, and now there was something more there… or was there?
But Sandor was not one to reject your advances, your hugs, your gentle touches.
Only your kiss.
“I’m sorry,” you murmured. “I didn’t mean to offend you… didn’t want to… I thought…”
“You wanted to kiss me?” Sandor asked, his voice a mixture of astonishment and incredulity, a frown etched on his scarred face. When you nodded he cocked his brow. “And why the fuck would you want to do that?” He said, his thumb subconsciously rubbing at the scarred half of his lips.
You covered his hand with yours, moving it slowly. When you cupped his face-the burnt side- he almost jolted back like a jumpy horse, but soon melded to your touch. Slowly, he lowered down to your level, and when your lips brushed against his, he did not recoil.
Instead he pulled you closer.
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coldasyou · 9 months
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10k Celebration: url edit for @bibright​
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dragongirl028 · 1 year
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“There’s no Hogwarts without you, Hagrid.”
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R.I.P. Robbie Coltrane (March 30, 1950 - October 14, 2022)
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Yeah, I'm fine
*Types "<character name> x reader" into tumblr search bar*
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