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A/N: I’m sorry this isn’t really a fic. I wrote it a week ago with my best friend on her writing blog, and she continued it. If she gives me her permission, maybe I’ll upload the response she wrote for it. (I changed some of the details from the original piece.)
Pairing: Not sure tbh; not much of a fic if you ask me.
Summary: ”I’m tired of this, he breathes.”
» With trained eyes, we watch.: “Bed time, then,” the blond says, sliding off the window seat,...
“Bed time, then,” the blond says, sliding off the window seat, offering a hand to his companion. “Coming?”
Zayn blinks at Niall’s hand for a while, then shakes his head.
“In a bit.”
“Good night, Zaynie,” Niall says, tugging his friend’s head towards his chest in a hug.
“Night, Ni,”…
“You could, you know,” the blond haired boy says contemplatively, his quiet voice laden with an Irish lilt.
The boy with the darker skin stops humming, and opens his eyes. He cocks his head at his companion and then smiles slowly.
oooh doesn’t this make you wonder what the dark skinned boy could oooh. im so lame.
new fic coming hopefully soon yay
dis is a preview. of the first draft. and then ill have to do the second draft and then edit it and then lmao idk when itll come out. js. ok igtg or im gonna be late bye
Don’t Hang Up, Okay? (Part One)
A/N: Guilty is charged for never updating or posting anything… I know I don’t really have any excuses for not updating because it’s my summer holiday. Oopsies. Whatever, I hope you guys like this one-shot/ Voicemail Verse piece that I have come up with. Tell me what you think in my ask box! Part Two… About that… But I promise a new chapter of Nebula will be out soon! x
Pairing: Niam.
Summary: “Hey Niall, it’s me… This is Liam. Don’t hang up, okay? Because right now, I need you more than ever.”
lol I just read this and realised what bullshit it is hahaha wtf no one leaves voicemails lulz
If you are the cop, I don’t mind being the robber. [Part One]
A/N: Apologies for not writing in a while; part 1 of 3 I think… First Narry, and first time experimenting with writing in present tense. And just to let you know, I won’t be here for 2 weeks because I’ll be in Canada suffering without the internet. Hope you all enjoy!
Pairing: Narry.
Summary: “He spends the rest of the summer running away from Harry in his back yard, when they’re playing cops and robbers and Harry always insists on being the cop. “
Tea. (Niall/Tom Felton??)
omFG WHAT THE LORD JESUS TARA.I. Don’t. Know. What. This. Is. I don’t know if I should laugh or cry about the fact that I wrote it. I just. What.
But if anybody wants to write smut based on this general idea please do omg #athousandpromos
inspired by this
Here you go I hope you enjoy this crAP
It wasn’t really a standard afternoon tea.
HAHAH I COULDN’T THINK OF ANY OTHER WAY TO END IT OMG IT WAS 3 AM
using the prompts below, write a drabble (or whatever) a day for the next 30 days. find someone willing to hit you if you miss a day. look back at the end and go ‘oh! i’m a writer!’.
beginning. accusation. restless. snowflake. haze. flame. formal. companion. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. wind. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. sunset. mad. thousand. outside. winter. diamond. letters. promise. simple. future.
I think I owe this to all of you. I will do this, I promise, because I’m working on a big project and that will take forever, so basically I shall do this, and hopefully it will help? I don’t know. It won’t be 30 days in a row, let’s not kid anyone here, but I’ll do my best to write well. I love you all, and thank you :)
reblogged from theshipperwhore, originally from anarchivedblog.
My thoughts on Kristie’s new one-shot pebbles in the dirt. Forgive me if I talk before I think again.
