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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
It’s strange at first, separating out the heartbeats of six different people.
Eventually, though, it becomes as easy as recognizing a person’s handwriting—sort of like learning a second language while you’re still a kid. And Amanda goes about her day imagining theirs.
I know it’s been 84 years since I actually Wrote A Thing ™, but I’m back with soulmate fic.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/17776988
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
This is 100% self indulgent and i'm not sorry
LOL its midnight and i'm totally writing Roger solo porn 😭
I can't believe I forgot to share this chapter with you all?!?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
Yor makes a call and the Forgers finally see that smile they've been missing.
(also I did edit this chapter from its original release in February! It now has a very special date in it! Enjoy! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧)
would you be up to writing more little!elliot stuff ? i found your ao3 account and loved the fics you have; and saw you have a tumblr and thought i would ask ! (sorry if this is awkward i don’t know how to talk to people :’) )
IM SORRY ITS TAKEN MONTHS TO GET BACK TO YOU BUT I KEPT YOUR ASK FOR WHEN I ACTUALY GOT AROUND TO WRITING IT THANK YOU SO SO MUCH I LOVE YOU AND HERES THE FIC (its only like 550 words i'm sorry this is prob hella disappointing 😅)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
1.) Fic Requests
IM SO GLAD YALL ARE SENDING IN REQUESTS YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH IT MEANS TO ME!!!! I HAVE A FEW THINGS:
When/If you do send them in just lemme know the ship and if its sfw or nsfw
The more details the merrier but if you leave it at those two things its totally chill too!
I'll write cast and band slash as well as reader insert so literally nothing is off the table lmao
For reader inserts pls let me know what gender/pronouns to use for reader bc i wanna include everyone!
I might take like a day to post them but i promise they'll get up! If its been longer than that pls let me know though bc tumblr likes to eat asks a lot of the time rip
You can send them anon or not!
THANK YOU SO MUCH YALL I LITERALLY LOVE THIS
preferably sfw!!
I'm sorry this took all day but heres some soft Joe/Rami being domestic for the soul 💞☺️
(TW: recreational alcohol use)
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Honestly Joe's scene never was clubs. He didn't love how crowded they were nor how sweaty drunks would gawk at him but he knew Rami wanted to go since it's opening. And it was his birthday, after all.
"You really didn't have to take me, babe," Rami promised, before they even left the house. Joe knew how pretty his boyfriend was though; he knew that when Rami wore those skinny jeans and leather jacket he was impossible to ignore.
"No, I wanna go, Ram, I wanna show you off and celebrate with you!" Joe responded, smacking his ass as they got into the car.
The club was packed, music was bumping out into the parking lot but honestly Joe was so excited. When he felt his boyfriend grab his hand and pull him inside, his worry faded and he felt safe. They danced and drank and laughed and sang way too loudly but Joe made sure that he was sober enough to drive home. He let Rami do his own thing, only finally dragging him out around one o'clock.
Rami was a fun drunk, always flirting with Joe and laughing so loudly that it made the younger man grin from ear to ear. He actually enjoyed himself, and he was certain that it was because Rami was with him and never left his side.
By the time they got home, Rami had been on this twenty minute tangent about something Joe honestly hadn't been listening to. He kept cutting himself off mid-sentence to laugh at something he said, and promptly loose his place.
"Get unbuckled," Joe huffed but he couldn't pretend he wasn't amused as he stood outside the passenger's side, "come on, I'll help you up to the door."
"Can't... I cant find the button thingy," Rami slurred, looking for the buckle with the cutest confused look on his face. He looked up at Joe in horror because he must have thought it was lost and Joe couldn't hold in a snort.
"Come here, Jesus, you're a mess," he laughed, reaching into the car and unbuckling him to help him climb out.
"I love you," Rami sighed, stopping dead in his tracks to place a sloppy kiss on Joe's mouth.
"I love you too," he rolled his eyes playfully, "can we please wait until we're inside to be in love?"
"Oh? Inside, hmm?" Rami said, trying to sound sexy but only making his boyfriend laugh at him more.
"No, sweetheart, nothing's happening when were inside except you drinking water."
"Oh, you're boring!"
"No," Joe chuckled as he finally unlocked the door and they got inside, "I'm responsible."
"Boring."
"Responsible."
"Boring."
"You're such a baby!"
Rami gasped at that but he knew that his boyfriend was only joking. He sat on the arm of the couch while Joe made his way to the kitchen and got a plastic cup of ice water, too scared to give him a glass when he got like this.
"If you drink all this water I'll give you a kiss," he bargained, trying desperately to sober his partner up just enough to be manageable.
"Thats mean, you're bribing me with love!" Rami exclaimed but drank it anyway.
"I'd still love you even if you didn't," he sighed but smiled anyways, "but thank you for drinking the water, baby."
Joe finally swooped down and kissed him intently, holding his lover's cheeks in both hands and giving him so much love in the one kiss. He felt Rami's tongue sliding between his own and he went with it, stepping closer and letting a hand move up to his black curls as they kissed. It felt like ages before they parted but, once they finally did, Joe left a soft kiss on his boyfriend's forehead and helped him stand.
"Lets get you to bed, okay? Its really late."
Rami followed him reluctantly, still wanted more kisses and only moving when promised more later. Rami made his way to their bathroom, stopping to admire Joe as he slipped his tee shirt off and tossed it in the basket. When he reemerged from the bathroom, Joe was already under the comforter and the only light in the room was a bedside lamp. Rami struggled to undress in his still-drunk state but eventually he was able to climb into bed in only a short and his boxers.
"Happy birthday, babe."
"Happy birthday, Joe."
Joe laughed at that, kissing his head, "it's not my birthday."
"Oh, yeah," Rami chuckled, leaning his head on the other's chest, "sorry."
"It's okay, you need some sleep."
Rami only hummed at that, yawning dramatically and kissing Joe's chest, "I love you so much."
"I love you even more," Joe muttered, petting his boyfriend's curls as he fell asleep. Before long Rami was snoring quietly into his skin as per their usual and Joe finally let himself rest.
Can you write a little Rami/Gwilym fic please? Something with fluff and cute!
Hi i'm sorry this is long oof i just LOVE these two and soft morning domesticity 😌💖
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Gwilym was the first to wake usually, and today was no different. He loved being awake in the silence of the morning - the soft light of the sun casted a beautiful glow on Rami's shoulder freckles. He smiled subconsciously, admiring the gold illuminating his tan skin and making him look almost etherial.
Rami stirred before long, grunting softly in his half-wake state. When he opened his eyes, they met with Gwilym's hazel ones and he smiled. Oh, he was so smitten.
"Good morning," Rami drawled.
"Good morning, beautiful," Gwilym grinned and kissed the other's head.
Rami smiled, rolling on his back and stretching as his boyfriend admired the way is muscles shifted when he did so. They didn't say much on mornings like this, just enjoying each other's company in the warm, spring-time glow.
After some time, Gwilym drug himself out of the warm bed and made his way to the kitchen, leaving his boyfriend in the blankets like a little cloud king. Rami eventually willed himself out of bed, lazily throwing on Gwilym's shirt from the day before, and padding out the kitchen. He snuck up behind the taller man, wrapping him in a sleepy hug from behind. Gwilym chuckled at the sleeves that hung off Rami's hands and, when he turned around, he saw that the the shirttails came past his boxers and made his already small frame look much smaller.
"I love you so much in my shirts," he commented, stepping closer and resting his hand on Rami's hip.
Rami grinned, reaching up and kissing him sweetly. He'd never get tired of their soft morning kisses, the ones where Gwilym's lips would always taste of coffee and some nice dream.
When he broke the kiss, Rami smiled and moved to sit on the counter and let Gwilym return to what he was cooking. He reached for a cup in the cabinet above his head and filled it with coffee that was beside him and Gwilym snorted as he did so easily and while sitting on the counter.
"Don't laugh at me," he mused, dropping two sugars into his mug, "it's more comfy up here than you'd think."
"I'm too tall for that," Gwilym teased and moved between his boyfriends legs to look him in the eye.
"Oh, ha ha," he rolled his eyes. He began to speak when Gwilym kissed him again, this time with more intent, and he happily wrapped his arms around the taller man's neck, and holding on to his lips for as long as possible. Gwilym broke the kiss to check on their food, and Rami whined dramatically, holding his free hand because some contact was better than none he supposed.
"Okay, Jesus, I'm back," he teased, kissing Rami's curls.
"I love you," Rami muttered, took a sip of his coffee, and dramatically dropped his head onto Gwilym's shoulder, "I wanna go back to sleep."
"Then go, love," he offered, "I'll wake you when breakfast is ready."
"Thank you."
"I love you."
"I love you more."
"Shut up."
Rami laughed at that, rolling his eyes and hopping down from the counter, and kissing him again sleepily. He stopped when his eyes met Gwilym's, staring into them for a few moments and studying them. This morning the green was very prominent, and his eyes sparkled in the glow of the sun more than usual.
"Sorry," he breathed, "you're stupid pretty."
Gwilym chuckled and rolled his eyes, kissing Rami's head and shooing him back to bed so he could finish cooking.
