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malfoyx · 3 months

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justin bieber pls 🥺🥺🥺

Okay <3

photos you would have on your cell phone if you were dating justin bieber

#justin bieber #justin bieber fanfic #justin bieber x reader #reader #request #male reader #boyfriend material #x reader

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daryj · 1 month

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for a mistake

feita em: 28.03.2024

obs: qualquer inspiração, credite-me, por favor!

spirit ✩ port

formulário de doação de capas

Essa capa eu fiz em uma "reformulação" de uma capa que eu fiz há muito tempo aqui

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shiftchi · 3 months

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Finished OPLA and now have to deal with wanting to read zosan fic (specifically OPLA bc I’m not v familiar w anime/manga op) bc I’m in a fic deficit but also wanting to end it bc just a few weeks ago I was vehemently like “I’m never gonna watch one piece, I n e v e r will” and of all people on this godforsaken planet my p a r e n t s were the ones to get me to watch it bc they asked “is it good” and I said “I heard it was” and so they immediately clicked play and we were watching it before I could backpedal 😔😔😔

#opla #one piece #one piece live action #as Justin Bieber once said l never say never #zosan #op zosan #one piece zosan #zosan fanfic #opla zoro #opla sanji #zora #sanji #there are 2 wolves inside me and one is going YAOI YAOI YAOI and the other is trying to kill me for being invested in OPLA yaoi

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partyp0sion · 2 months

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Honestly I try to be a die hard emo punk rock alt kid but 2010 Justine bieber is 4life and he had a choke hold on me

#mcr gerard #mcr #emo #cute #grunge #fanfic #justin bieber

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krystellwright · 4 days

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Murder

Em caso de inspiração, credite-me!

Pedido feito no: Naturally Edits

#krystellwright #capa para fanfic #ds #design simples #spirit #dark #capa para spirit #naturally edits #justin bieber

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lushbarb · 1 year

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y/n & j | hurt.

6 months postpartum

- the day -

It was about 6 PM when he came home and I told him I needed to speak with him.

Are you okay?” He asked me.

“Yes” I tell him, knowing I’m not. My stomach is turning, my face is hot and I don’t know how to tell my husband that I know he is having an affair and I am about to leave him.

I don’t want to. At all. I love this man with everything in me. We have been through different stages of life together, watched each-other become parents, started our careers, and there’s not a day since we met that we’ve spent apart. He’s my world. My child’s father. My best friend and I can’t remember life without him. How can I leave him?

But also, how could he step out on me? On us? How could he look another woman in the eye knowing it’s not me and tell her things that only he should tell me and treat her a way he should only treat me. He made a commitment for the rest of his life to me, to us.

I can’t even think about looking at another man, let alone sleeping with one. The thought of hurting my husband makes me want to throw up.

My thoughts are interrupted by our son waking up so I bury my feelings and my thoughts because I have to be okay, I can’t let my kid see me not okay, isn’t that what being a mother is all about?

We sit on the couch and I ask my husband to join me.

My face is so hot and my stomach is doing backflips and I just want to cry looking at this man. I love him so much, how could he do this to me? But do I even want to know?

“Did you cheat on me?” I just flat out say it. What’s the point of wasting time? If I look at him any longer I’ll keep remembering how much I love him and then I’ll just give in, I know I will.

He looked shocked that I just asked like that, then he stared at me in my eyes for about 1 minute and immediately put his head down.

My heart sank. I let out a small sigh, looked down at my kid and there was the tears. I knew. He told me all I needed to know without saying a single wrong.

I had so much I wanted to say but did he deserve for me to say anything? 10 years of marriage so I felt that I deserved to speak and I needed an explanation but I didn’t want to think about it anymore. I didn’t want to think about my husband with another woman. Kissing, touching, being intimate with another woman that’s not me, his wife.

My eyes felt so low but I still looked up at him. He locked eyes with me and suddenly I saw a different person, I didn’t know him.

“I love you” he said to me, his voice choking up.

Why does it hurt me to see him hurting and upset? But I don’t know why, He hurt me. He betrayed me.

“I have so much to say and even though I don’t think I should be doing the talking, I also don’t want to hear you explain it to me because that will hurt me even more” I say. I wanted to ask you do you love me? Did our family mean anything to you? How could you ever look at someone the way you are only supposed to look at me and then come home to me? I wanted to ask that but I know you will tell me that you love me, our family means everything to you and that the affair was nothing to you and that it will never happen again but I know that it is not the truth because If it was you would never be able to do this to me” I tell him while crying. I didn’t want to cry but how could I not?

“I love you” he repeats while looking at me. “I’m sorry, I never wanted this for our son, we always said together forever and that he would see that.”

“His dad stepped out.” I bluntly say.

He wipes his face. There goes the tears. Now I’m getting angry, how are you crying when you broke our family apart?

I look at him and I can tell he is about to say something.

“You will always be the woman that was made for me. You gave me my son, a family and a new life. Some men dream about having the life I have, some men would kill for it and I took it for granted. I knew what I was doing and I didn’t stop it, I knew my family was at home and I continued it and I knew it would hurt you and a part of me didn’t care but also knew I would lose my family so I tried to hide it. “ he says.

Ouch. It hurts so bad to hear him say this but I also know it’s the truth.

“ Thank you for your honesty. I just don’t understand” I reply. We were fine one day. What did I do? What changed?

“Don-“ he tried to speak.

“What did I do to make you fall out of love with me? To make you not care about us? It’s not just me you should’ve thought about. We brought a child into this world and you should’ve thought about him, you didn’t think about him!” I cried.

“Stop blaming yourself.” He tried to move closer to me but I put a hand up to stop him.

“No. Don’t do that. You’re wrong.” I say.

He moves back to his original spot on the couch.

“Are you leaving?” He asks me. “Taking him with you?”

I look down at my son and my heart hurt. He doesn’t deserve this. He deserves for us to be a happy family and I can’t even look at my husband because I never wanted this, I don’t want our family to not be together every day but I can’t stay here, it won’t be the same.

“Yes” I tell him softly. “You know I don’t want you to feel like I am taking him from you.”

“You are, I don’t want to be without him or you.” He sits up.

“I have no choice. We talked about this before and we had a solution we both agreed on so it is not my fault you forgot about that when you decided you didn’t care to keep your family anymore.” I sharply tell him.

“Stay.” he tells me.

“No.”

“I love you.” He puts his head in his hands. “I love you.” He repeats with his head down.

“No.”

“You want to take my kid and figure it out but I don’t want to be without you.”

“Stop.” I say.

“You’re begging me to stay after you cheated on me. You’re selfish. You are still not thinking about me or our son. You were here but not here. You didn’t treat us like you loved us or wanted a family but here you are acting like you are going to miss us so bad and we aren’t even gone yet. It’s not easy for me to leave, it’s so fucking hard to look you in the eye, tell you we’re leaving and come to terms with it because I was present, I always thought about you and our kid. I don’t care for your apology because you haven’t said much about you cheating, just begging me to stay. Stop.” I say to him.

“How did you find out?” He asked me softly.

“I always knew.” I tell him. “I always knew because I was always alone, slept alone, woke up alone, watched our son grow alone, and ate dinner alone. I shouldn’t be alone if I have a husband so where is my husband? I knew right away. For the sake of our family, I always wanted to get it out of my head but the signs were all there.”

“I’m sorry for hurting you and I’m sorry I am the reason we are like this.” He tells me.

“Tell that to him.” I say to him as I stand up with our son and head to the bedroom.

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kippipies · 9 months

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A Light That Never Goes Out - Chapter Five

Summary:

Harry steals from the wrong people and finds himself left for dead with a bullet in his skull.

Except he doesn't die.

And now, he has an infamous criminal organization called the Death Eaters hot on his tail, determined to correct that mistake. Even worse, the group is led by a deranged kingpin named Voldemort, who seems to think trying to kill Harry is the best fun he's had in years.

Chapter Summary:

After a daring rescue, Harry and Tom now find themselves stranded in the middle of the ocean. As the strange night comes to a close, Harry discovers a new side to his mysterious acquaintance, and learns the next phase of Voldemort's game.

#tomarry #tom riddle #harry potter #hp fanfic #kinda nervous about this chapter tbh but i hope you all like it ;_;#i was listening to nightcore justin bieber songs while writing tom's pov and i think it helped

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dreamxtears · 7 days

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CRAZY KIDS | BILLIE EILISH

𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚂𝙸𝚁𝙸, 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈 𝙲𝚁𝙰𝚉𝚈 𝙺𝙸𝙳𝚂 𝙱𝚈 𝙺𝙴𝚂𝙷𝙰 ᴴᵉˡˡᵒ, ʷʰᵉʳᵉᵛᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᴬʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵃⁿᶜⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᶠˡᵒᵒʳ ᵒʳ ᵈʳⁱⁿᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃʳ?

BILLIE EILISH FANFICTION GXG STREAM HIT ME HARD AND SOFT

•°*˜𝗖𝗥𝗔𝗭𝗬 𝗞𝗜𝗗𝗦 | 𝗕𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗘 𝗘𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗛 •°*˜

•°*˜𝗘𝗣𝗜𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛 •°*˜

•°*˜𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗧•°*˜

•°*˜𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗢𝗥•°*˜

•°*˜𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡 & 𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗬 𝗔𝗗𝗢𝗣𝗧𝗦 𝟯 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗦•°*˜

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nobuhleee · 24 days

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JUSTIN BIEBER IS HAVING A BABY AND I JUST WANNA THANK ALL THE PEOPLE WHO GAVE US THE MOST PERFECT FANFICS OVER THE YEARS YOU CARRIED MY MENTAL HEALTH <3

#justin bieber #hailey bieber #baby #art #self love #self care #fashion #blackgirlmagic #black women #black tumblr #wattpad #fanfic #fanfiction #beliebers #believe #fandom

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lovejm · 2 years

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📂left n right

uau! 5 meses desde que eu fiz minha ultima capa, parece até loucura. Eu tentei fazer algo vintage porque, por algum motivo, esse feat me passa essa vibe (quando lançar vai ser algo super diferente kk), não sei se consegui. Qualquer duvida me mandem uma ask (eu adoroooooo), até mais - em menos que 4=5 meses, se Deus quiser.

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innytoes · 1 year

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So @hawkguyhasstarbucks prompted me 27+Carrie/Flynn for the A/B/O prompts and this went way angsty. Special thanks to the Rulie Canoe Crew for answering my very weird hypotheticals aboutTaylor Swift.

Being the daughter of Trevor Wilson, it felt like Carrie had to work twice as hard to get acknowledged for her own talents. Being an Omega on top of that, and sometimes it felt like she was climbing a mountain through an avalanche while other people looked down at her from their heated gondola ski lifts and told her maybe she just wasn’t cut out for it.

But she was making headway. She finally found a label that actually spoke to her, the leader of the group, and not Kayla, the only Alpha, when they had in person meetings. That didn’t want to play up the ‘sweet demure helpless Omega’ angle, but instead kept it about what Carrie wrote her songs about: strong, powerful women who could be whatever they wanted to be.

Even if what they wanted to be was pink and sparkly, because femininity wasn’t something to look down on.

Of course, with all that work and the extra fame and being Trevor Wilson’s Daughter, that didn’t leave much room for finding a heat partner. If she picked someone up at the clubs, she was painted as a whore. If she went on the apps, it would be all over the internet. Kayla had offered, and while she loved Kayla, she loved her like a sister, not a heat partner.

The other two Omegas in the group both had long-term partners, and Heather, who was a Beta, had offered to set her up with some of her Alpha friends from her D&D group, but Carrie didn’t want a pity date. She could handle things on her own. She did, sometimes.

And sometimes, when she could tell it was going to be a really bad one, she called a Heat Agency. Because sometimes, being Trevor Wilson’s Daughter had its perks, and when Taylor Swift had taken one look at fourteen-year-old Carrie at one of Dad’s ridiculous parties, she’d slipped her a card for a heat agency and told her not to trust just any Alpha.

The heat agency had been very discrete and very accommodating. Hell, the nice lady on the phone had even talked her through her first heat at fifteen, after Dad smelled one whiff of pheromones and booked it to the helicopter, shouting something about a week long meditation retreat. They hadn’t even sent a person that time, but a box with everything she’d needed had been magically delivered to her doorstep within an hour, along with a cooler full of food and drinks.

The box had been cute and pink and she still had it, though these days it was used to store her nail polish.

After Carrie broke up with Nick her senior year (who she thankfully had been able to trust, because deep down Nick was just a golden retriever), she’d used the service a few times. By then they’d had an app, and she could click on her basic preferences, and then scroll through profiles with little blurbs and reviews (anonymous, of course, all from vetted users). She’d never had a bad experience, and everyone the agency had sent had been professional, discrete, and very good to her.

So when she knew her heat was going to be bad, she opened the app. The pre-heat syndrome had been so bad she’d actually sent all the Candis apology chocolates for being such bitch during their last dance rehearsal. She flicked through the little questionnaire, filling in her preferences. Age, sex, secondary sex. The app already knew how long her heats averaged and only showed her people available for that time.

She finally picked someone who could be there in two hours, which gave Carrie enough time to take a shower, put on some comfortable sweats, and nest a little, letting down her walls. It was always hard for her to allow herself to be vulnerable, but the nesting did help with that. It made her feel more secure.

So she got out her favourite blankets, making her bed cozy and pink and perfect, changing her mood lighting to a soft pink as well. She was pretty satisfied when the doorbell rang. Just in time, because she could feel her cheeks starting to flush, her unsexy but incredibly comfortable panties (the ones with little lolly pops on them) starting to dampen.

Only when she opened the door with a smile, it wasn’t a beautiful woman there to take care of her, it was Flynn Taylor.

Or more accurately, it was a beautiful woman sent to take care of her (she was holding up her Heat Agency ID and was carrying a cooler with all Carrie’s favourite heat snacks), but that beautiful woman was Flynn Taylor.

Her high school nemesis.

“Carrie,” she said, startled.

“Flynn,” she said, feeling faint, and embarrassed, and flustered. Immediately, she pulled her walls back up. “There must have been some kind of mistake.”

“Don’t think so, Princess,” Flynn said. “I got this address, and you know the Agency doesn’t mess up. I should have known, who else in the world would ask for chocolate covered Doritos?”

Flynn had been there, that time her dad had ordered a chocolate fountain on a whim for one of their sleepovers with Julie, and they spent the evening dunking all kinds of things under the spray.

“Are you going to let me in and put this stuff in the fridge?” Flynn asked, and she couldn’t, could she? After the way Carrie had treated her? The thought of allowing herself to be vulnerable with someone who would want revenge on her for any number of reasons just didn’t sit right, even though she knew everyone at the Agency had signed an NDA.

“Only if it will make you leave faster,” she said, and then winced. She sounded just like her fifteen-year-old self.

Flynn just rolled her eyes at her, and when she walked by Carrie to put away the snacks and drinks, she almost whimpered. Flynn smelled so good.

“I can call the Agency and have them send an emergency replacement,” Flynn said as she Tetris’ed food and drinks into Carrie’s fridge, finding a bowl in her cupboards and plopping the chocolate Doritos in them, and pushing them over. “Willie drives like a maniac, he could pick someone else up and have them here in forty-five minutes.”

But Carrie didn’t want anyone else, she realised, munching on her favourite heat snack, watching Flynn be all cool and competent. Still, she knew what she had to do, and was about to agree, but what came out of her mouth instead was: “I’m sorry I was such a bitch in high school.”

Flynn stopped, looking over her shoulder. Whatever she saw in Carrie’s face, it softened her posture considerably. “Ditto. Teen girls can be vicious,” she agreed. “We probably all had stuff going on back then.”

Which was the nicest spin anyone had ever put on why her relationship with Flynn and Julie fell apart so rapidly after Rose got sick. Between Carrie’s heartbreak at losing what was basically the only female role model in her life, her jealousy at the way Julie was treated like glass, while her own grief at her dead mom and absent dad was always something that had generally been shrugged off as ‘you never even knew her and your daddy’s rich, get over it’. The way Carrie learned to lash out and project this mean girl persona, while Julie put her pain into her music, once she finally started singing again, allowed herself to be vulnerable, and how that was just fuel to the fire of Carrie’s jealousy and rage when it got her everything, a record deal and an album before she even finished high school…

When she looked up from her trip down memory lane – heats always made her spacey, she hated it – the Doritos were gone and Flynn was standing in front of her. “Have you picked someone else in the app yet?” she asked.

She was so close, and she smelled so good, and Carrie just wanted to cry, to keen, to have someone treat her like glass, like she was precious, just once…

“Please don’t go,” she said, hiding her face in Flynn’s shoulder, inhaling the smell of Alpha, of safety, or memories of sleepovers and hiding under the covers together after they all thought they were mature enough to watch IT despite Mr Molina warning them it was a bad idea, of the life she could have had if she hadn’t been so singularly focussed on making it, on being the best.

“Are you sure?” Flynn asked, even as her hand came up to cradle the back of Carrie’s head, fingers soft and gentle in her head.

“Please, I’m sorry, please…” Carrie blinked away the tears, because she hated this part as well, the emotions, the vulnerability.

“Okay,” Flynn said, a hint of Alpha steel in her voice that made Carrie’s knees go all weak. “I forgive you, Carrie. We were both assholes in high school. Let’s get you more comfortable, okay?”

“You’ll take care of me?” she asked, hopeful and pitiful and she hated this, she hated it…

Except when Flynn smiled and wiped her tears away, something inside her just melted, and everything went hazy when Flynn promised: “I’ll take care of you.”

#julie and the phantoms #flynnxcarrie #a/b/o dynamics #I wrote a thing #fanfic #flynn works for the agency as a side hustle while she's working on her fashion line #willie got in touch with the agency after one of the band used it and was like: your response time sucks I can do much better #because he was bored and also it's not fun breaking in to skate in Justin Bieber's pool when you live next door to him #we decided yes Taylor Swift knows Trevor Wilson but only because they're both rich musicians #she thinks he's weird but she'll still go to his parties because he always has bomb-ass snacks #he takes food very very seriously #wonder why

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the-ruler-of-asgard · 5 months

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Got a book coming out it’s called the five I kinda wrote it about my five favorite male celebrities i will post chapters soon u guys should check it out 😘

#aiden gallagher #dylan o'brien #evan peters #zayn malik #justin bieber #fanfic

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thosedamnlemmings · 1 year

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Is there fanfic, but like hatefic?

I’m getting a hankering to read a self insert fic about locking Justin Bieber in a minifridge and tossing him off of the golden gate bridge.

#Anti justin bieber #justin bieber #anti the worlds shittiest Canadian #(I don’t actually hate him that much i jsut dislike him)#shitpost #fanfic meme

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