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lucybellwood · 27 days
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Forgot all about making this meme for @terribleminds years ago but it was a good meme
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intrepidacious · 1 year
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... 👀
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good night or should i say good morning
both? both. both is good.
come on down
pairing: ransom drysdale x f!reader
word count: 825
warnings: implied smut. please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.
a/n: me? spontaneously writing the sequel of a drabble i haven't actually posted instead of writing any of the other things i said i'd work on? it's more likely than you think.
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The first couple of moments after you woke up were so comfortable. Peaceful, almost.
You nestled deeper into your pillow, breathing in the fresh smell of laundry detergent, revelling at the soft cotton against your cheek with a contented sigh. You still felt blissfully happy from sleep, not yet ready to face the day.
Somewhere behind you, a floorboard creaked.
At first, you assumed your cat had made her way into your bedroom to beg for breakfast again and so you didn’t move, waiting for her to jump onto the bed. Instead, though, there was a brief pause followed by a quiet huff.
A cold shiver ran down your spine.
Slowly, you opened one eye after the other. Now that you were looking at it, it was clear that the pillow you’d snuggled wasn’t yours at all. You didn’t recognize the room, either; high ceilings, bright sunlight streaming in through the tall windows, making your heart pound even faster. What time was it?
You turned around in bed—you were naked underneath the sheets, of fucking course you were naked—only to freeze when you took in the rest of the room. There were bookshelves lining the rest of the walls, filled with an assortment of hardcovers, marble statuettes and other expensive looking paraphernalia. A heavy, worn down armchair stood next to a reading lamp, a blanket haphazardly thrown over the back.
And next to all of it, leaning in the doorframe with that damn arrogance written all across his face, was Ransom Drysdale.
Your memories of last night came flooding back with an unbidden rush of heat. His mouth crashing against yours, swallowing a moan as his hands tightened around your waist. You pulling him closer, closer, dragging your nails across his back. His teeth grazing your shoulder, your collarbone, eyes inky black as he moved his fingers just so and you were gone.
"Oh, hell no," you said out loud.
Ransom took a sip of coffee. "Morning to you, too, sunshine." An air of self-satisfaction surrounded him, and the worst part was that you couldn’t even deny he’d earned it. His hair was still sticking up at the back. You remembered tangling your fingers in it and pulling until he groaned against your lips.
"Shut up," you hissed, trying to cover yourself with the comforter as you attempted to reach for your shirt on the floor. "This never happened."
Ransom watched you struggle with his eyebrows raised, making no move to help you whatsoever. "You realize I’ve seen all that, right?" he said, gesturing vaguely at your body.
"Nope," you said, finally managing to catch the shirt tag. "Because, like I said, this never happened."
When you met his eyes again, he was still staring at you, a challenge in his gaze. You didn’t intend to take him up on it, and so you were the first to look away, feeling his grin linger. There was a hickey poking out underneath the collar of his white sweater.
You swallowed heavily.
"Suit yourself," Ransom finally shrugged, sauntering to the armchair across the room. "You know where the door is."
You took the opportunity of his turned back to quickly pull the shirt over your head, foregoing the bra in favor of a faster exit. You were still quietly cursing yourself as you wriggled into your underwear without moving out from the comforter. Just when you started looking for your pants, they came flying from the other side of the room, almost hitting you in the head. When you glared at Ransom, he didn’t even look up from the book he’d picked up. His knuckles were pressed against his lips in a way that looked almost contemplative.
Something inside you twisted.
You quickly finished getting dressed, your cheeks still burning as you stuffed the rest of your clothes under your arm, doing one final cursory glance around the room. There was zero acknowledgement of your presence, even as you walked briskly towards the door.
"Not a word of this to anyone," you warned him again as you pushed the door open with a little more force than needed.
"Aren’t you late for your meeting?" Ransom said, that familiar tone of boredom lacing his words again.
You cursed underneath your breath, rushing downstairs two steps at a time to find your boots in a pile next to your discarded bag. Your heart was still racing uncomfortably.
This was a mistake, you told yourself as you slammed the front door shut behind you, hurrying to your car. You’d have to call Harlan to postpone the damn meeting; there was no way you were going to show up there without taking a shower first. A very cold shower.
You pulled out of the driveway without a look back, and so you missed the figure standing in the upstairs window, watching you with attentive eyes, wondering why the hell the sight of you leaving didn’t feel right at all.
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thank you for reading 💛 if you want to see more of my writing (which does not currently include more ransom fics but definitely will in the future), check out my masterlist or follow @intrepidacious-fics for update notifications!!
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ghostradiodylan · 7 months
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The first chapter of my novella-length Dylan/Ryan slow burn paranormal romance piece is up! It starts out heavy but I keep lots of comedic elements going throughout and it will be real fluffy later. All the counselors will eventually get at least one chapter with plenty of Kaitlyn alongside the boys.
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Summary: When Dylan Lenivy died, he hadn’t expected to be met with Heaven or Hell—he’d never really believed in all that—or Elysium or Valhalla or any of those pretty-sounding immortal afterworlds. He liked the idea of reincarnation, but wasn’t sure he bought into that entirely either. What he had expected, however, was to catch a fucking break. In his final excruciating moments, especially, Dylan was kind of looking forward to oblivion—to sinking into the waters of the river Lethe, forgetting about everything that came before, and having that eternal rest people liked to talk about. But for Dylan, nothing’s ever quite so simple. What doesn’t kill you might make you stronger, if the camp’s oft-repeated motto can be believed, but what if what does kill you doesn’t quite manage to make you dead? Not, y’know, dead-dead, anyway.
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the-arcade-doctor · 10 months
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potter-solomons · 1 year
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It's a hap hap happy happy trail. It's a hap hap happy trail.
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dailybehbeh · 9 months
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Behbeh
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fartlord-fanclub · 1 year
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joinn the fartlord fanclub 2day for the cOOLEST EMOJIS EVER!1!!1!1!1! none can compared.
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musicalemergenc · 1 year
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Do you like Giant Mechanical Warriors fighting in what seems like a never ending war?!
Well do I have new for you! My name is MusicalEmergenc, and do I have a deal for you! Look at this boy!
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He’s really cute, right?! Could fill you which joy and wonder as you contemplate the universe and your place in it, right?! Seems like he could use a blade, shock whip, or literal finger guns to overcome his enemies, right?! Well good news!
Come on down to MusicalEmergenc’s Mom and Pop Giant Mechanical Soldier stream, where our master artisan (that’s me, hello) will be assembling a taller version of this cutie, the Principality of Zeon’s GOUF.
Don’t be a goof with this Gouf, and tune in on 4/4 at 7pm CST to see the assembly of this beautiful blue boy right here: https://www.twitch.tv/musicalemergenc
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Well he's-a, broke down, he's a bad seed
He's all coked-out, down on his knees
He took a- a wrong turn, down the wrong street
And he- he got burned by his family
He says "I’m givin' up", he says "I'm givin' in"
Got the preacher man preachin' 'bout livin' in sin
He's got God and the Devil fightin' for his soul
He got bought for a price and now he's sellin' it all
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laurent-ofvere · 2 years
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“who did worse things” very important issue here with KR, Damen should have been allowed to be more of a cunt
I know you have further thoughts and I want to hear them
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looseygoosey66 · 11 months
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Stoney & Steve (and Mike) throughout the years
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djevilninja · 2 years
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When I'm in motion it's just like the flow of the ocean; The weight of the words swerve and curve. My style flexes bigger than the state of Texas; Quick as a Lambourghini, smooth as a Lexus.
Big Daddy Kane feat Q-Tip and Busta Rhymes - Come on Down
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insanityofvaas · 1 year
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Happy Valentine's Day.
I'm feeling really generous today, y'know? So, you come down to my island, and I'll show you all the best places, the real good scenery, and I'll even throw in some free snorkeling. Yeah, you can swim with the fishes. It'll be fucking great, so much fucking fun.
Especially for me.
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zmediaoutlet · 2 years
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Character bingo ask >> John Winchester
lol starting out strong:
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I love John! John sucks! John is awesome! Everyone is wrong about him bc they want to come down with a hard opinion about "he was like this" or "he was definitely that". No, stop. John's wild and nutty uncategorizable and that's why he's cool.
That said, the return in Lebanon is one of the worst things to happen to the character. Let's keep it tight and not ludicrously go more into depth to make the character more boring (stares fixedly at Jensen Ackles).
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nighthawkes · 3 months
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I must sleep. Sleep is the mind-healer. Sleep is the big-life that brings total ability to fucking do anything. I will face my bed. I will permit the blankie to pass over me and snores to pass through me. And when sleep has gone past I will turn the outer eye to greet the new morning. When the sleep has gone there will be everything. Energy and will to live will remain.
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 19 days
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Expertise can't help you here.
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