10 Works by Bjorks
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Will you love me in December as you do in May by Bjorks
Fandoms: Bob Dylan (Musician), The Beatles (Band)
11 Apr 2026
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John wants nothing more than to rip his perfect curly hair off his head and force Dylan on his knees. To bruise and ruin that perfect body, his dry, sarcastic voice. John wants nothing more than to hold Dylan in his arms with reverence, as if he is the mother Mary.
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- English
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- 1,007
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Kudos:
- 5
- Hits:
- 89
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For good luck, my black tooth by Bjorks
Fandoms: Bob Dylan (Musician), 1960s Music Scene RPF
06 Apr 2026
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“You have it, though. Right?”
Bob asked her, his voice barely concealed excitement. Like a child being given a special treat. His voice sounded hopeful, even as it crackled through the phone. Her finger twirled around the wire, a bright red colour, like a dark maroon lipstick.
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- English
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- 1,010
- Chapters:
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- Kudos:
- 2
- Hits:
- 35
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silk sheets felt near odd against her skin. Linda had never once liked silk; it felt too poise. Like it had been made for someone who wasn’t her. Linda felt as though she didn't belong, like she was some thief who had broken into the princess’s tower and taken her right from her bed.
Linda thinking too hard about pattie then falling asleep
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“Nothing... You’re just... cute.” Joan lets the word slip from her lips before she can stop it. God—they're both grown women, and Joan just called Suze ‘cute.’ Like she's a puppy. She sees Suze blush; she was always a strong blusher. Joan smiled without meaning to, she really was cute, not one other word for it. Suze had the air of her that made you want to keep her safe, make sure she was warm and feed, pick her up by the nape of her neck.
Joan overthinking about how she loves her girlfriend- Language:
- English
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- 1,046
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- 1/1
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- 1
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“It’s in your hair, darling.” Sara speaks to her, a smile on her lips. Threading her hands through Bobbie’s ruined curls. Filled with cream, and she can see sara thread out a cut strawberry. Sara could ask her to never write another song, and she would oblige.
Bobbie musing about her girlfriend without realizing she's insane
- Language:
- English
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- 1,018
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Kudos:
- 4
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- 26
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She can still remember the first time she ever saw Bobby. It had been a wednesday, and he'd classes felt like they would never end. Sitting next to Ringo mindlessly listening to their professor ramble on about music history. She'd rested her head on the shitty table, when she spotted her. Curly hair, big piercing blue eyes, and a lanky stature.
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Back to those stuffy down rooms, smelling like shitty weed and youthful desperation, of the constant paranoia of war. The constant threat of draftment hanging over them like lambs to the slaughter. That any day could be their last, something that maybe then— they didn't even know they were avoiding. Just something they lived alongside. A monster on the edge of your village, waiting to be noticed.
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- English
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- 786
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Kudos:
- 7
- Hits:
- 56
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I still think of you by Bows (Bjorks)
Fandoms: Bob Dylan (Musician), A Complete Unknown (2024)
30 Sep 2025
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She can still remember the first time she met Pete, she had been arguing with one of her friends, over something stupid neither of them cared about. They were just drunk, and bored. Both trying not to giggle during the ‘Argument’. Then she saw him. Singing on stage with some other man, he had a banjo and seemed shy. It wasn't he that approached her, she approached him, and ever since then. They've been inseparable.
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When the Candle burns out by Bjorks
Fandoms: The Doors (Band), The Rolling Stones (Band)
30 Sep 2025
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He thought about Brian, that burning fire. That fire Jim never once worried would burn him. He would gladly burn off every inch of skin if it meant he could hold Brian. How soft hands, but rough fingers from relentless guitar playing. How unbelievably good he was at every single instrument, how his poems read like flowing rivers. Going through the endless forests of the world.
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Bob's mind was slow, like it had turned into thick molasses. His thoughts going slow as can. The normal flow of constant thoughts no longer. His brain that normally travels a million miles a second now calmed to barely conscious. He feels a numb, pulsing pain in his forearm, where the needle had gone through. He barely registers the cold wind blowing on his cheek, and he's barely able to keep hold of his cigarette.