#writerdream22

[writerdream22]

requested by: anonymous, I really hope you like this ✨🌻💛

pairing: Chandler Bing x reader, Joey Tribbiani x reader (platonic), Monica Geller x reader (platonic), Rachel Green x reader (platonic), etc.

prompts used: “Have you ever seen anything prettier than this?” “Yeah, you”

warnings: mentions of smoking. English is not my first language so there might be some grammatical errors

feedbacks are always appreciated!

REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN!

You did not like parties. At all.

It just was not your thing, and everyone knew that. That was the main reason why you had decided to stay home and relax rather than attend a Thanksgiving party with your best friends.

You did not understand why they were so attached to the tradition, anyways. The fact that you didn't grow up in an American household didn't help with that. Nonetheless, you weren't the only one who didn't always celebrate the festivity

“Do you have them?” Chandler Bing barged into your apartment. He held a couple of beers in one hand, and a bag in the other where there seemed to be some food.

“Yes.” you responded, sitting up from your sofa “I only had one quilted blanket, because Monica somehow couldn't tell me where she'd put the others. As for the pillows— well, I have two”. Chandler shrugged, then motioned for you to get going. You exited your apartment closing the door behind you, while silently hoping that none of your roommates came back while you weren't home.

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There was a full moon. The city was still buzzing, it was amazing how its lights were never turned off. You loved it. And the company just added to your enjoyment of the night.

You'd laughed at Chandler's never-ending jokes for so long that your cheeks hurt, and you'd eaten so much that you swore you would never open a packet of chips again.

“Have you ever seen something prettier than this?” you questioned, looking up at the sky in awe .

Chandler stayed silent for a few, awkward moments, before responding. “Yeah” he said “you”.

What the hell?

“Are you... are you drunk? I can make you that strange smoothie that we always had in college, if you want—”

“— no, y/n” he interrupted you, rolling his eyes.

You were more confused than ever, so you asked Chandler what he meant by that. “I'll cut to the chase” he began “I love you, y/n. Everything makes me think about you: even when I just stare at the wall or drink a coffee, you're what's on my mind. And look, if you don't reciprocate my feelings, I totally get it.”

You couldn't find the words to answer coherently. Those damned feelings.

“Are you for real?” you questioned, to which Chandler responded “Yes. I know it's shocking, but I'm being serious this time”. He took a deep breath before adding that he was going to pass out if you didn't say anything.

“Oh, I'm sorry!” you exclaimed “Well, uhm... I love you too, Chandler. I have loved you since we first met... Since Ross and Monica introduced the two of us”.

He was clearly trying to hold back a smile, but he failed miserably at doing so when you nudged him and remarked that you had to throw out those “best friends” mugs that you'd bought as a joke a few years prior.

“Yeah... We should.”

You didn't think you could be happier on Thanksgiving Day.

#writerdream22 #reader insert #gif imagine #requests open #x reader #story prompts #friends x reader #friends imagine #f.r.i.e.n.d.s #chandler bing x y/n #chandler bing x reader #chandler bing imagine #chandler bing gif #chandler bing #monica geller x reader #monica geller #joey tribbiani imagine #joey tribbiani x reader #phoebe buffay #ross geller #requests are open #friends #rachel green

[strangercarla]

Recommendations!

I wanted to link some of my favourite imagines & pieces of work that I just love to read. These will be categorised by fandoms ♡

Marvel:

Handcuff Bonding - Tony Stark by @zapreportsblog ♡

You're Mine, Sunshine - Bucky Barnes by @theleggymeggy ♡

Sleepy - Bucky Barnes by @chloe-skywalker ♡

Cuddles - Bucky Barnes by @chloe-skywalker ♡

Flours n Cookies - Natasha Romanoff by @songs4themoon ♡

Christmas Platonic Clint Barton by @mjolnirswriststrap

Man On A Mission - Bucky Barnes by @sam24 ♡

Had To Be You - Bucky Barnes by @jobean12-blog ♡

Idiots In Love - Steve Rogers by @moonvis ♡

Honeybee - Steve Rogers by @sunvmars ♡

Blind to Love - Natasha Romanoff by @moonvis ♡

Under My Umbrella - Steve Rogers by @marvelettesassemblenow ♡

Headcanons

Headcanons for being an Avenger with the power of invisibility - @moonlit-imagines ♡

The Lost Boys:

The Lost Boys Sexy Mate Headcanons (MDNI) by @buckybarnesb-tch ♡

When You're Unaware - Dwayne & Fem! Reader by @luv4fandoms ♡

Each Night Before You Go To Bed - Dwayne & GN! Reader by @britany1997 ♡

Man of Your Midsummer Night’s Dreams - Dwayne & GN! Reader by @britany1997 ♡

Dating Headcanons - The Lost Boys & Star (a tiny bit of nsfw so mdni) by @popironrye ♡

Law And Order SVU:

Pay It Forward - Casey Novak by @getitwhenyougotit ♡

Buy You Dinner? - Sonny Carisi by @procrastinatorimagines ♡

Scooby Doo:

Reunion - Shaggy Rogers by @fanficsformyfavs ♡

Friends:

Have You Ever Seen Anything Prettier Than This? Yeah, you. - Chandler Bing by @writerdream22 ♡

Labyrinth:

A Gift - Jareth The Goblin King by @way2geeky ♡

Jareth Headcanons by @tomriddleslovergirl ♡

Captain EO:

First Kiss by @michaelsfavgirl ♡

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #hawkeye #scooby doo #law and order #law and order svu #imagines #marvel

[1donoow]

MCU REC

PT.3

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♡ - smut

Most of them are fluff

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<a/n>i somewhat explain why there's alot in my pin post

Peter(pietro) maximoff

miles morales

moon knight

khonshu

stephen strange

wade wilson

eddie brock (venom)

kate bishop

@elius-learns-to-write - Being Shy and Quiet but loving Horror movies

- being Thor's kid and being s sarcastic

- mum friend (teen!reader)

@rendevousz - the favorite (teen!reader)

@writerdream22 - wade's daughter and being avengers latest recruit

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peter(pietro) maximoff

@lanawinterscigarettes - Peter Maximoff with a s/o who's a witch

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spiderverse

@thewriterg - it's amusing love

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miles morales

@moonlit-imagines - repairing miles web shooters for him

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moon knight

@ughhheragain - falling for their therapist

@missdictatorme - playful pinch/slap on the booty

@ithebookhoarder - master of mystic arts!reader

@that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main - general steven grant hc

@thedaredevilsgirl - the red dress

@nghtwngs - the kiss scene

@bensolosbluesaber - moment

@universallycinematic - a living fantasy

@geo-winchester - fish killers

- wildest dream

@stormkobra-5 - Batons and Unicorns

@fanpageknight -Imagine being a well known artist who's hired by the museum to paint a huge egyptian mural and steven starts crushing on you.

@dont-feel-so-good-peter - nightmares

- sticky note mishap pt.1

- the morning after

- among the deities(avatar/soulmate!reader)

- late night cravings (witch!reader)

@luvr-bunnyy - enough

@rogueonestan - old wounds

@imaginestuffs - what you mean to me

@mamamilki - more steven hc

- Steven grant is head over heels for you

@bowieandqueen11 - living with steven granr would include

@multific - gods and monsters

@quicksilverownsmysoul - just a kiss

- sleepy morning

- after hours of you

- touch ups

- secret ♡

@starrys-night - marc spector nsfw alphabet

@obnoxioussmiley - seeing red

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khonshu

@venomous-musings - ___♡

@mykinkyyandere - husband

@snippychicke - moonstone pt 2

- gift

@inlovewithfictionalcharacters8 - When Khonshu gives you piggyback rides/carries you

@whiskehorange - what's so special?

@dragon-kazansky - khonshu being khonshu

- little piece of heaven

@multific - the priestess of the moon

@pleasantbutterfly - inner peace

@namjoon-koya - khonshu spending time with baby reader

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stephen strange

@girl-of-many-fandoms - i dont get jealous

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wade wilson

@ghost-soap - ___

@syiano - being taller than wade(m!reader)

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eddie brock (venom)

@quin-ns - fix it

@theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction - Imagine finding Venom raiding your pantry

@blank-slate-jay - What it would be like dating Eddie/Venom

@distortionbobble - sick day

@disasterofastory - after a long day

@darling-i-read-it - kissed her

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kate bishop

@asgardwinter - awful

@thatonebrazilian - with great power

@just-living-in-a-marvel-world - i love you too but no

@somewhatgreatexpectations - your friendly neighborhood spider-woman

- your friendly neighborhood archer

@moonlit-imagines - being yelena's sibling and dating kate bishop

#masterlist #mcu rec #peter maximoff x reader #miles morales x reader #moon knight x reader #khonshu x reader #stephen strange x reader #wade wilson x reader #eddie brock x reader #kate bishop x reader

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Being Frank Castle's Daughter in Hawkins!!

Reader: 17-18 Range | Female

Summary: a set of drabbles and headcanons that play out Franks Daughter aka Y/n aka you, spending your time getting to know the people in Hawkins, but sometimes bigger than life things happen along the way.

Being Frank Castle's Daughter in Hawkins (crossover playlist)

Part One|Part Two| Part Three| Part Four| Part Five| Part Six| Part Seven| Part Eight | Part Nine| Part Ten| Part Eleven | Part Twelve| Part Thirteen| Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen

And on going!!!!

If you'd like to added to the tag list!!! Please message me!! Or comment! I'd love to add you all!!

Tag List; @raelwrites @miiikkeey @beebslebobs @ah-witch @supernaturallover2002 @pearlstiare @simonsbluee @stilllivindue2spite @lvbred @dancingqueen21 @writerdream22 @i-reblog-fics-i-like @knivqs @xxlaynaxx @3-spurr @eliskakratochvilova @sunshinepower17 @marssssaturn @howlerwolfmax @mxltifxnd0m @varientlyvisual @givemylovetoall @faithm120601 @abbiesxox @loenq @briana-mishell24 @wendds @slytherinroyalty16 @bubbabobbubbles @awritingotaku

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#x reader #marvel x stranger things #masterlist #crossover Masterlist

[romeulusroy]

Please Tell Me I'm Wrong (Matt Murdock Drabble)

Character/s: Matt

Word Count: 841

Inspired By: Habits by Genevieve Stokes

Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt @lilyswritings @encounterthepast @writerdream22 @brithedemonspawn @megnotfound @ladyeliot @locke-writes @thedarkqueenofavalon @fangirlsarah16 @amirahiddleston @diana-westmoon @glitchybrit @lost-girl-of-onceuponatime

A/N: This is my first fic in what feels like an eternity. I've been struggling with my body and I know that writing always helps. I understand this can be a triggering topic so please, if you need to, don't read it! Your body holds you and cares for you and you should remember that. Don't hurt it for trying to hold you, hug you, keep you together. Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

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There is a softness to you unlike anyone else. In the way you feel, in the way you are, in the way you exist.

Stretch marks, pale and pulsing, as alive as the pooling veins beneath your skin. They live and breathe, they move with you despite your own thoughts. They are stuck to you, tattooed, the ink still wet and staining. Across thighs, arms, calves, stomachs, back. On all the worst places, you’ve decided one day on a whim. On all the worst places. It is an anthem, a tune, you can’t get out of your head. Every time you look, or worse, feel, your own body you are filled with a disgust, a hatred, a shock that one cannot shake by simply “loving” themselves. It goes deeper, this misunderstanding. It is a language outdated, abandoned long before you were born, with no hope of learning. It is a genetic mistake. Why can’t you look like them? Why do you have to look like you? An error in your code, a fault in the solar system, the system itself. Tall, thin, wispy. No one has ever called you wispy. Fragile. Delicate. If they had, it would be in a mocking tone. A joke. You could never describe yourself as such without lying to yourself, to the mirror. Part of you wants it to shatter at the idea of you. Another dreads that, as if it could ever happen. There are bumps, lumps, rolls, patterns etched into the backs of your thighs. There is a number on the scale in which your body sits comfortably, safely at, and yet you find no home in this body of yours. There is no warmth. It is a war that has lasted a lifetime, that will be the end of you one day, you are sure of it. 

He does not feel the same way. How can he when he can’t see it?

Your one saving grace. He does not see the way you examine yourself so brutally, with too much attention. Spots of every shade, dark and red and all kinds of angry. Across your cheeks, between your thighs, in the inbetween of your body. Your awful, tortured body. There are thousands of poems comparing bodies unlike yours to stars, to the sea, to something beautiful. Something to yearn for. Something desirable. Scars are only ever wanted when they’re not on you. When you don’t wear them. It is an all consuming hatred. It follows you from every reflective surface, every dream and nightmare, every time you get dressed in the morning and strip yourself in the dark of night. It is awful. It is hurtful. It pains you, and yet, you put none of it into words. How can you? It's delusional. You’re being cruel. 

He doesn’t have to see to understand. The sighs, the way your whole body tenses when he hugs you, his hands moving up and down. You reject yourself in the fullest way. You have never done anything, believed in anything, half-assed. It is devastating, the way you see yourself when you undermine everything about you. The most stunning creature he has ever fallen for, been lucky enough to fall for him. Your skin, that has protected you from every bump and bruise, every hurdle life has ever thrown at you. Your hands, soft and sweet, holding on to him, holding yourself when you’ve been at your loneliest. Your legs, curved and strong, holding you still, like stone, impossibly stubborn. He reads your stretch marks with the tips of his fingers. They tell a story of a life, lived to the fullest, surviving the worst anyone could imagine. Your scars reminders that you have, and continue to, heal despite it all. Matt has never found an imperfection with your body. He has tried as hard as you do, but there is nothing. The spots, the scars, the bruises and bumps, it is a collection, the history of you, what you’ve endured. 

A history of who you are. Without it, without you, it would just be a body. A skeleton. You bring it to life. You make it laugh until it cries. You make is scratch against his morning stubble, in need of kisses. You hold it against him in the cold of night, the two of you fitting together perfectly, in the steam of the shower where he washes your hair, impossibly close as if he’s afraid to lose you in that moment. He will, eventually. When you’re standing in front of the mirror, afraid to look at the entirety of you. When a picture is taken and you hadn’t realized, left to study the image, the act. He loses you again and again, falling back into old habits, so he makes the most of it when he has you all to himself. When he has your mind and body. It's then that he reminds you until he's out of breath how captivating you have always been, hoping one day it will be enough to change your mind.

#writing #matt murdock #matt murdock drabble #matt murdock oneshot #matt murdock x reader #daredevil #daredevil drabble #daredevil oneshot #daredevil x reader #marvel #marvel drabble #marvel oneshot #marvel x reader #x reader #drabble #oneshot

[theshelbyclan]

Hey love,

Your blog really made me love shelby sis fanfictions so I was wondering if you by any chance have got some other shelby sister fic recommendations for me :)

If not that’s ofc no problem

Wish you all the best <3

Hi! I'm assuming by your wording you mean the reader insert type of fanfics (Y/N add in), so I'm just going to mention a few writers that are I think writing those... I first got familiar with the shelby sister fics through @anthonysharmaa and @cas-kingdom, but I don't think they still write them, but check out their masterlist and you'll probably find them. They're pretty amazing <3 A few others from the top of my head and i think a few lesser known ones that do deserve all the love: @tommyspeakycap is always great, @zablife has recently written a few brilliant ones, @thebloodyday has some of my favourites but dunno if she still writes, @sinfulshelbys has some of my faves, @fandom-puff is brilliant in whatever fandom active but I believe there are some shelby sis ones too, @geekwritersworld obviously, @writerdream22 I haven't seen any recently but at least check the old ones out not to miss those, I'm really into @existenceisfunny 's ones at the moment and an all time favourite: @zodiyack Happy reading!

[multifandomwriter56]

Tag Game

Rules: Share ten different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order. Then send this to 10 people.

Thank you @theshelbyclan for the tag! It was hard to pick some but was fun to do!

1. Tommy Shelby from Peaky Blinders (He’s flawed but I love him so much)

2. Dustin Henderson from Stranger Things (He has been my favorite since I’ve watched the first episode of season one)

3. Sherlock Holmes (I used to watch The Great Mouse Detective (which is based off of Sherlock Holmes) when I was kid and I read the books. I’ve been obsessed with this character for as long as I can remember)

4. Leroy Jethro Gibbs from NCIS (A lot of my personality was created from being obsessed with this series)

5. Bruce Wayne “Batman” (I have always loved this character whether it was the movies, the comics, or the animated tv series)

6. Tony Stark “Iron Man” (My parents blamed this man for my sarcasm) 

7. Geralt (I fell in love with him while playing Witcher 3, then I read the books and fell more in love, and then I watched the series and I truly love this character in every version of himself)

8. Penelope Garcia from Criminal Minds (Her job may be fictional and far from the truth, but seeing her embrace her weirdness and not letting anyone tell her how she should act always stayed with me)

9. Dean Winchester from Supernatural (There’s so much to say about this character that I’m just leaving it at: I love him)

10. Idgie Threadgoode from Fried Green Tomatoes both from the series and the books (The way she would do anything for the people she loves)

I’m just going to tag people instead of sending an ask. If you’ve been tagged already or if you just don’t want to do it; that is totally fine with me. 

@peakyblinders1919 @writerdream22 @bonniebird @daughterofthereaper02 @amysteryspot @hb-writes @anonymooseforever007 @zablife @creme-bruhlee and anyone else who wants to do it!

#tag game

[vostokovasmelina]

Hi, I hope you're doing well! Btw, congratulations on reaching 100 followers 🎉! Could I request a Peaky Blinders imagine with the prompt “It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway.” where the reader is the youngest Shelby girl (born in 1903) and is very close with Thomas? In the scenario, the reader is having trouble sleeping and she goes to her brother for comfort. Thank you very much in advance ✨💕

a/n: and that’s a wrap, folks! thanks for joining my celebration, here’s to another hundred xx  -  also thank you, my dude, hope you’re okay and will enjoy the tooth-rotting fluff in this one!!

requests for the blurb week are closed, fics and one-shots are open

fluff #11 - “It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

Your bare feet thomped quietly against the cold concrete floor and you could only count on your sense of touch on the way to your brother’s room in the moonless night. Once you reached the door you had been looking for, you wrapped your fingers gently around the doorknob, delighted to find it unlocked and slipped in smoothly, not wanting to wake Tommy in the process. You could see that he had left a small candle burn on his bedside table and you weren’t sure if it was intentional or if he had simply forgotten about it. You didn’t mind it though- it gave you the chance to watch your brother in his sleep for a few seconds only to be startled by him cocking his gun at you just as he saw you lurking in the shadows.

“For fuck’s sake, Y/N! I almost shot you!” Tommy breathed out, tossing the weapon back onto the small drawer and looking up at you with eyebrows raised in question. “What are you doing here?” He finally asked in a much more gentle voice and you felt encouraged to move closer to him, finally stepping into the weak light of the leftover candle.

“I had trouble sleeping and didn’t want to lie alone in bed all night... Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you, I just wanted someone close,” you whispered, eyes lowered in a thorough examination of your toes so you could avoid your brother’s searching gaze.

“It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway,” he assured you, reaching out for your hand and you let Tommy pull you onto his lap and even tickle your belly, something he hadn’t done since you were a toddler- since he came back from the war. It still felt so natural and it transported you back to a time when everything was much simpler and the world seemed kinder. Even Tom smiled as he saw your frowns in an attempt at strangling your own laughter but once he had let his hands rest around your waist in a protective way and saw your worn-out expression, he was pulled back into reality harshly.

“What’s up with you? Huh?” Tommy put his index finger under your chin and lifted it gently, practically forcing you to finally look into his pale eyes which looked like they held flames inside as they reflected the burning candle- something to resemble the old times just again.

You leaned into his chest and suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion hit you as you finally rested somewhere much warmer and more welcoming than your lonely bed. You shrugged absent-mindedly but still smiled softly when you felt Tommy’s gentle kiss on the top of your head.

“Can I sleep here tonight?” You blurted out, hopeful for the answer to be ‘yes’. You could feel your brother’s chest rise and sink under your head as he inhaled deeply and let out a long sigh, accepting that it wasn’t the time for you to give him answers.

“Alright, lemme tuck you in,” he replied and you climbed onto his bed cheerfully. It was already too small for Tommy himself, let alone both of you but you completely pressed against the wall so only one of your brother’s legs would stick out from under the blankets.

You had to strangle your laughs again when Tommy did as he said and completely wrapped you up in his softest blanket. He finally lowered himself on the old bed closely next to you and enveloped you in his strong arms. You giggled into his chest one last time, right before he scolded you and sent you to sleep and you gladly welcomed it, thus starting your first peaceful night in weeks.

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[writerdream22]

requested by: no one, but I sincerely hope you like this anyways ✨🌻💛

pairing: Thomas Shelby x sister! reader

warnings: cursing

feedbacks are always appreciated!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

It was really late in the evening, and you were extremely tired. You'd got back home from a long day at the hospital about an hour prior, and if it weren't for the fact that you had to eat something you would have gone straight to bed.

Just as you walked into the kitchen, rubbing your eyes to try and get some energy into you, you noticed that someone was standing in the middle of your kitchen. Knowing very well that a great number of people could have been after you, people that had something to do with your brothers and didn't have good intentions at all, you started panicking.

You immediately grabbed whatever was nearest to you, which happened to be a book, and shouted “Fuck off, you damn bastard!” before throwing it at the intruder. Just then, you heard a familiar voice groaning in pain.

“Oi, what was that for?!”

It was your brother. Thomas. How weren't you able to recognize him? Then it clicked. You'd forgotten your glasses upstairs, and being shortsighted you couldn't really see that well.

“Jesus Christ, Tom, I'm sorry” you apologized, turning the lights on “I don't have my glasses on”. You walked towards your brother, who dismissed you with a wave of his hands and responded “I'm all right, y/n.”

After a few moments of silence, Thomas questioned “Why did it have to be a book? And why such a heavy one?”

“I thought you were an intruder! I didn't know what else to do!”

#writerdream22 #reader insert #gif imagine #requests open #x reader #story prompts #writing prompts #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders #peaky blinders gif #peaky blinders imagines #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders x sister!reader #peaky blinder imagine #thomas shelby x you #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby gif #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby x sister!reader #thomas shelby #shelby!reader #shelby!sister #requests are open #prompt #dialogue prompts

[musicallisto]

Hi, I hope you're doing well and that you're spending your holidays in the best way possible! In regards to your event, could I have a🍹( fruit punch) and a🥤 (smoothie)? (If I'm only able to choose one, I'd prefer a 🍹)

With this all said, thanks for tagging me!

—💛🌻✨

for a song: domenico modugno - nel blu dipinto di blu (volare) for random associations: the colosseum at sunset; spontaneous decisions; nightly funfairs with colorful lights; a train speeding through tuscany; waves crashing on rocks; summer romances; gelato with your friends; befriending stray dogs; small villages perched atop mountains; a vast library filled with antique texts; adventure and exploration; bicycle races by the seaside; pressed flowers in books; the deep breath you take before you skydive for the first time

just a very sweet, summery style somewhat inspired by cottagecore but also fit for european urban life. I think you'd look beautiful in it!

#writerdream22 #hgs celebration #for the song: you give me the biggest vintage italian summer vibes EVER (which i love so much!!!) so obviously volare was a safe choice #i had the decency to not give you the gispy kings version because..... no

[imaginesbymk]

Hi MK, I'm deeply sorry for your loss! Get all the rest you need! If you need someone to rant about whatever, I'm here!

Sending lots of love and hugs

—✨🌻💛

Thank you Ambra! ❤️

#writerdream22 #mk talks

[bloggerdigest]

Need Help!!!

Hello!! My name is Hriddhi Chakma and I have been writing since 2013 and haven’t developed the writing skills yet. I have been dreaming of becoming a freelance writer in the near future but lack of writing skills are costing me :(

Any tips or suggestions guys ? 

#writers on tumblr #writers #writing #writeundertheinfluence #writeblr #writersofinstagram #free write #writercommunity #writer challenge #writer confessions #writerdream22 #writer help

[romeulusroy]

Sleepyhead (Eddie Munson Oneshot)

((CONTAINS S4 STRANGER THINGS SPOILERS))

Character/s: Eddie

Word Count: 1,478

Inspired By: Lazy Wednesdays by Tapes

Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt @myriadimagines @lilyswritings @encounterthepast @writerdream22 @brithedemonspawn @megnotfound @ladyeliot @locke-writes @thedarkqueenofavalon  @fangirlsarah16 @randomfandomimagine @shianne-hargreeves

A/N: "Enna you dumb bitch you fall in love with everyone" Can you blame me for this one? :P It's been over six months since I've written anything, let alone posted. I'm terrified I've lost my ability to do so. I never meant to stop writing this long, but I think the break was also incredibly needed :) Thank you for letting me rest. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I hope I can repay you all with some much needed heartbreak lol. I love you all and I missed you more than I could put into words 💞 Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

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He remains asleep. Trapped between the dust swirling in the humid air and the abyss of time you’ve spent as one between the sheets. Skin cells and daydreams, dust mites and discarded socks. If only he knew what the heat was doing to his hair. The sunlight that streams, pools through the room, staining the walls, does not wake him. Steady breaths, heavy, his chest caving deeply. How badly you want to press your hand against his heart, a performance you have mastered, your own way of showing him how profoundly you care for him and his good nature. Without his heart, attached to that wicked grin, he would not be the same boy, the same man, the same beast. Everything in the day stirs you awake, restless. Too much time to fill. He doesn’t budge. The covers hang limp off the bed, the cool of the night long discarded. The gummy pink of your sunrise has settled into an opaque, unforgiving blue. If a storm were coming, you’d never expect it. Then again, you guess you were never really good at expecting these kinds of things. Others listened to their guts, their instincts. Even on the inside you remained stupid. Hopeful, he corrected always. Whatever he was seeing, all in his own world, it must have been good. 

He was smiling. 

You set out two plates. Mismatched, fraternal twins. In a past life it would have been another reminder of your shortcomings, something to hate, to crack this thing already guilty of breaking inside you. Here, now it was endearing. Neither of you had had very much in life, constantly coming up short of change, but that didn’t matter, not to him. What would have been is no longer. These plates, not unlike you two, were different in both appearance and personality, and yet, when together, they seemed to fit naturally. Perfectly. It was all you could afford at the time. Devastated, he could read it almost too easily in your expression. Matching sets were for adults, real adults, with real lives, real money, real love. Bullshit. He was almost mad, not at you, but your frustrations, the expectations you’ve fallen short of since the beginning, that he couldn’t give you everything you ever wanted. He likes them better this way. He was telling the truth, the honest to God truth, you could see it in his eyes. Bright, bold, brown, too intelligent for his own good. Breakfast sat, unflinching in the way it grew colder with every second. The smell, you were sure, would have lulled him from his state gently, softly, a warm welcome to the new day. Pots and pans soaking lazily. Like them, he remains still. Unmoving. Snoring, if only slightly. Oh well. 

Nothing lost. 

It seemed as if your boy were always in a state of half-awake. Alarmingly alive with friends, with his true family. Lively, loud. Unforgivingly energetic. Not a facade, an act, but merely his personality turned up all the way. It was what they came to expect and he could never disappoint. Never. Standing on the lunch table, making proclamations and promises he would have done anything to keep. Riling up the quiet, the mundane, of the world. That was Eddie. That was one version, anyways. Alone, he was more docile. Not completely void of himself, but much more relaxed. His head found its way to your shoulder, his arms heavy around you, as if he couldn’t bear to carry them a second longer. The joy never leaves his voice, instead taking form in whispers, in the cracks in the wallpaper, filling in the gaps between the crickets' never ending song. He was so alive and yet so calm. Comfortable, he assured. Not only in himself, his skin, but on the planet, in life. Safe. For the first time in a long time he felt safe. At ease. The tension in his spine eased, his jaw grew slack, the dimples in his cheeks deepening. He wasn’t afraid when he was with you. Not only of the future, but a past he has yet to escape. Names and faces, people he’d rather forget. A future no one else but you seemed so sure of. A dreamer, always been one. Leaving this good for nothing town. Escaping, was the word he used, as if it were vital, as if there were something worth fearing just below the surface.

Always dramatic, too. 

What few boxes you collectively had, most sat untouched. His handwriting sitting next to yours, bleeding into the cardboard, passing love letters. Messy. Slanted. Rushed. A blur, your lives split between then and now. That in-between state, already fading from your memory, was nothing more than a drunken haze. The beer cans sit empty, mostly, on the edges, scattered around on your new floors. Your floors. Ours, you corrected. The bedroom is the only place you thought about. Eddie, mostly. Quick to unpack, to set up the place you were going to rest, to sleep, to feel your most safe. This place was all yours to have, to own. None of them could ever get to it, ever ruin it as so many rotten things before. When he couldn’t find you, when there was no answer on the phone, he understood where you were. That place, those four walls, that tiny space you cramped up with your own hopes, and passions, and aspirations. Posters covering every wall. Every nook and cranny with a purpose, a home. The only space in the world you could be yourself. Do whatever you want, just keep enough room for my guitar. That was all he asked. The door remained open, an invitation and a blessing. The proof you needed that you were home, that that place would never come back.

That you would never again sleep with the door locked. 

Everyone else asleep. The tv droning on in the distance, the neighbors and neighborhood kids all on their own adventures. Rarely was there ever quiet, enough to think rationally at least. Sleepyhead, you always joked, falling at his side. The mattress is too small even for one. When we’re older, when we’re far away, we’ll have a bed big enough to fill the room. Shining eyes, still shaking off the lingering dreams, he’d grin. Entertain your ideas. Oh yeah? You’d laugh, finding him the most beautiful in the morning. Not yet the Eddie you caught at school, but the one you stole glances at at his most vulnerable, when he forgot who he was supposed to be for everyone else. Clothes hanging from every surface. Tapes scattered beneath, in stacks, his most played sitting high at the top. You didn’t have to play it back to know what he’d been listening to. What about all our stuff? No room for any of it. You shrugged. Your home, the house you’d make into your home, would have more than enough for the both of you and all your things. You’d have your own doors and closets, your own oven and kitchen table, your own lights and windows. You’d always promised him, in this new place, you would let him sleep in as long as he wanted. Together, you would. And then, the rest of the day, you could do whatever you wanted. Tell me when, he always said so seriously it scared you. 

Just tell me when. 

That’s all he was doing, was sleeping. He was safe, home, and sleeping. Even when they told you, when you’d felt it yourself hours before, your heart beating out of your chest so fast you feared you were going to die, you wouldn’t hear it. No. No. No. He can’t be gone, he can’t be, you were going to run away together. You were going to get out of here, away from it all. That was the plan. The lazy mornings. The mismatched tableware. The boxes. The rest of your lives. That’s what was getting you through your worst days, the impossible ones. The both of you. You slipped back into the familiar fantasy, you and him. An armful of tapes, lining them one by one across the floor, beside the case of his guitar. The clothes next, this time all of it would be put away, folded, cared for. You can’t find anything ‘cause this place is a mess, Sleepyhead. He'd roll his eyes, but that was all for show. You wouldn’t lecture him, not today, not now. He was sleeping. Soon, when he woke up, when his day started in your new home, in this new town, with this new life, then you’d talk about proper organization. Until then, you’d rip open the next box. You’d hang the next missing person poster. You’d find your way out of this awful dream, this nightmare, and you were sure, when you did so, he’d be right beside you.

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[myriadimagines]

Hi Sam! I just wanted to say congratulations on hitting the 10k followers milestone! You deserve even more, to be honest!

(I don't have any words atm- lack of vocabulary, I'm sorry- so I'll just put a photo here)

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omg ambra this is so sweet bahahah thank u so so much!!!!!! sending lots of love back at u and i hope u hit 500 soon!!! 💖💖

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[bonniebird]

Hi hon, I hope you're doing well! I was wondering if I could request a Christmas themed fic (#december2020) with Wade Wilson and the prompt “Wow. So, what time is the Ghost of Christmas Past coming to visit you tonight?”

Thank you so much, and sending lots of love and hugs —✨🌻💛

Your request has been queued :)

You can read it here early:

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Requests are: Open | Only accepting Christmas Prompts and Moodboards

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[siriuslyshewrote]

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Translation : Ambra! (Firstly I ADORE your name!). I love the aesthetic of your blog - and you’re a fellow mythology enthusiast so I have to stan! Thanku for your interaction on my blog :)).

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