Gnome Haven
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The future is a place no one could have ever imagined. A young genius found a way to implant an entire websites information into a human being, there by creating a personality from the Website.
Facebook is the party animal, always willing to go out and have a good time, He spends most of his time drunk or whining about something that happened to him.
Twitter is the person everyone wants to know because she always knows what happening with what celebrities and what topics are trending around the world.
Google and Bing are where everyone goes for information, although now one really trust Bing for realiable information.
Wikipeadia is the one who can literally know everything in the blink of an eye, though don’t trust any of it to be true.
Then there’s Tumblr, the shy awkward girl more prone to locking herself in her room crying about fictional characters, perfect actors, books, movies, anything, who also had a slight streak of hipster.
Tumblr- due to the egging on of Facebook and Myspace- had gone out for a run. She’d stuffed her headphones in her hears, begrudgingly leaving her room- no… her world behind. She step out into the light of day and hissed at the sun, it had been ages since she’d last left her room , too many feels to care about and photos to reblog. Tumblr went to the park and started running down the trail, her fandom play list blasting in her ears.
Her eyes were distracted from following the path when she caught sight of the man running in front of her, he was tall and lean, and he had a very nice arse. She didn’t realize she was gaining on him until she had a Matt Smith moment, and suddenly found herself in surprise that she had legs. She bumped into the man on her fall.
He turned around, “Oh My! Are you alright?”
She let out a soft moan vowing to never let Facebook talk her into this again, she looked up at the man, “Yeah I just had a Matt Smith momen-” She stopped talking when she saw his face. She couldn’t believe she didn’t recognize his back! She’s dedicated thousands of post to the perfection standing before her. “Y.. you…. you… you’re T… Tom Hiddleston!” She squeeked.
He laughed his unmistakable laugh, “Yes I am, but that’s not important now, you fell down didn’t you? Are you hurt at all?” He bent down beside her.
“ldhfe liufshaiefrhawef;wjihf;diufha; adskmvefewaqw.” Proper words seemed to fail her. “Isdjkhf sidfa;k jfdc I can’t.”
Tom’s face was worried, “You can’t?” He asked, “You can’t walk?”
“Adkjfhauiefhsdjafh sjadhf aiufhedkfksjdhfishdfihf;hfa;oijgf.”
He took that as a yes, “Here, let me carry you to the hospital, it’s not far from here.” He picked her up in his arms bridal style, “What’s your name miss?”
Finally finding proper words she said, “My name’s Tomblr- I mean- Tumblr.”
He smiled, “Well don’t worry, I’ll have you at the hospital in no time.”
Tumblr just sighed and rested her head against his chest planning on how to slip him her phone number, their wedding, their house, and their children’s names, as he carried her off into the afternoon light.
omFG YES
OMGF. MY FEELS. YES.
She found him in a muggle bar. It was perceptive of him, she had to admit, because that was the last place his friends would be searching for him. Hermione Granger was not his friend though, and she highly doubted she would be.
Hermione took a seat beside him, taking in his rumpled clothes and forlorn expression with concern in her eyes.
“Malfoy,” she started to say, but he didn’t even lift his head at her voice. He stared down at his glass of whiskey and made no move to acknowledge her presence. “Draco,” she tried again, this time reaching out to touch his arm. “It’s almost two in the morning. Let me take you home,”
He finally turned to look at her, and a cynical smile curved in his mouth. “Home? You’re taking me to your bloody house now, Granger? Sorry to burst your bubble, but despite our temporary alliance, no matter how delectable you may look, I’m not exactly interested in fucking anyone tonight,”
Hermione blushed at his crudity. “I meant your house, Malfoy,” she responded acerbically. “And sorry to burst your bubble, but I don’t even find you attractive enough to think of doing…that…with you.”
Draco drained the last of his drink before replying. His grey-eyed gaze seemed to burn through her, making her feel oddly exposed and vulnerable. “Is that a challenge, Granger?” he asked softly. “If you want a shag, all you have to do is ask,” his eyes insolently drifted from her mouth down to her chest.
Hermione rolled her eyes, but her pulse raced with an awareness that she only felt with him. “We have a lot of work to do at the Ministry tomorrow,” she hastily changed the topic. “And you have a meeting with the Head of the Auror department on the next day which you haven’t even prepared for! So come on, let me—”
“Why do you even bother, Granger?” he cut in rudely. “Why don’t you just let me rot here in peace and go annoy someone else?”
“Well, since no one else would care about you, I thought I might as well do the job,” she answered, her voice coming out angry. “It’s a tiring task, to be honest. Imagine caring for a git like you, who acts like a royal bastard all the time and—” the rest of her tirade was smothered in the hungry kiss he gave her not just because he wanted to shut her up, but because he felt the same way as well.
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Is this real life, because this is beautiful yet sad!
