#if / when i continue to post lil blurbs about it

[hwaitham]

⸝⸝ ˙˳ ⑅ first piece of marginalia ( of many , hopefully :3 ) about eremite!al haitham && akademiya student!reader ♥︎ f!reader + not proofread + subtly implied trauma on both reader n haitham's end

you first meet the eremite who's to serve as your bodyguard throughout your research expedition on the day of your departure, at your designated meeting spot under the pavilion in pardis dhyai. its stone pillars cascade with vines of sumeru roses that shine a sweet lavender hue under the morning sun— one of which you've plucked and tucked into your hair earlier, leaning over the railing to gaze at your reflection in the pond and smile at the beauty of it.

(and a petal which has unknowingly slipped off and fallen to rest ever so delicately within the dip of your clavicle.)

“al haitham, yes? um, hello!” you greet the eremite as he walks into the pavilion with a quiet waver to your voice, bow respectfully, try to still the timid pitter-patters of your heart that only seem to worsen the longer you're in his presence.

because this man standing before you is large— tall, broad, as stunning as the pale blue moon. his upper body is strapped with tough sinew and yet his waist remains lean, torso mostly bare save for the pashmina shawl draped about his neck and the worn leather holster slung across his chest.

and he's silent. offering you only a small bow in return before giving you a quick once over, gait unhurried as he takes one, two long strides to stand by your side. it's an arduous task to bring yourself to look up at his face, but you do— lips parting in awe when you realise he's unlike any other desert eremite you've met before.

the trimmed red silk tied around his head shelters only one of his eyes.

how interesting, you think to yourself, for what you know of desert eremites is that they are convinced all things betray, even their own sight.

you bite your tongue to stop the questions that bubble and ebb at the forefront of your throat from tumbling past your lips, the innate scholarly need to learn and dissect and digest and know. a surprised little squeak escapes you instead when he turns his head and catches you staring, meeting your curious eyes with technicoloured cyan.

“is something the matter?”

“no, not at all! i'm sorry, i didn't mean to stare,” you flush hot under the intensity of his gaze, play with the flouncy sleeve of your blouse while you giggle nervously. you're unsure whether it's his size, or his beauty, or his quiet dominance that makes you feel much more shy than you'd like to feel, far too giddy— as if you're a little girl back in grade school.

“alright. shall we get going then? we're losing daylight with each second that passes.” al haitham holds a hand out in front of you, waiting expectantly.

you tilt your head in confusion and pout. what's he asking for? a tip? your hand?

“your bags?” he heaves a sigh, rests his other hand on his hip. you feel a hint of irritation in his words, and your heart wilts a little, “did you want me to carry them?”

“oh!” you exclaim in realisation before hoisting your travel bags further up your shoulders, force a reassuring smile on your lips. “it's okay, i couldn't possibly ask that of you. i can handle it myself, really!”

that couldn't be further from the truth, and al haitham sees right through it, with your shoulders hunched forward from the leaden weight of your bags slung atop them, the wince in your step as you walk towards the pathway, how you nearly topple over when you lose the slightest bit of balance.

“hey,” he pinches his brow, a certain roughness in his voice when he calls out to you that withers into something more gentle, tender after you turn to look at him. sweet and innocent and dewy-eyed. like a flower too frail, one whose stem may snap clean off if looked at the wrong way. “let me take them.”

al haitham doesn't allow you to protest, swiftly lifting your bags from your shoulders and holding onto them with ease, their weight nothing compared to what he's had to endure throughout the entirety of his life.

“it's my job to take care of you these next few weeks, and i intend to do it well.” he walks ahead of you, the longer mint strands of his hair swaying with the wind, the air around him lifting into something lighter— even if it's only by the most minute amount. “besides, you'll tip me generously if i do, won't you?"

his voice lilts mischievously, and you can only bring yourself to watch on in awe. nerves melting into excitement, cheeks warming not from timidness, but anticipation of what lies ahead in the next month— for your research, yes, but also for something closer to your heart.

a companion, a friend.

you smile a smile that reaches far past your eyes, bounding up to him with those clumsy fawn legs as you try to match his pace. two of your steps for one of his own. “of course i will, thank you so, so much! and i'll do my best to keep from making trouble for you— it'll make your job easier too, i hope!”

al haitham hesitates for a brief moment when you thank him so earnestly, so wholeheartedly, so unlike any of the other scholars he'd been commissioned to act as a guard for. with your smile so cloyingly sweet and your kindness so childishly naive, he can't help but feel a bit grim.

how much violence did it take for you to become this gentle?

the faintest of smiles— honeysuckle soft— curls up on his lips and he gives your head a single pat, sweeps the spare rose petal off of your clavicle, quietly wonders what he's gotten himself into by accepting this commission.

“silly girl. come, let's get going.”

#haitham ❤︎ #&(*^&@)*(&& hieeee ! ! omgeeb so 🥺 this is how i imagine reader n haitham to meet in this au . . #i rllie like imagining alhaitham w someone who is more . . . gentle n naive n almost timid ?? like despite all The Horrors they are still #not worn down by it all ( or so it seems C; ) n remain tender towards the world #bcos . as we know . alhaitham is . . not exactly that . he is much more guarded n cautious after experiences frm his own life #+ also seeing what happens to others #so putting him with his ' diametric antithesis ' jus sounds rllie precious in my eyes 🥺🥺 #how they cn learn frm each other ! show each other something they've never seen before 🥺 #maybe fall a little in love in the process . . . WAAAH #anws :3 anywhosies :3 this is what this au is all about :3 n i hope ! ! ! i hope #if / when i continue to post lil blurbs about it #this is what u envision too :3 #WAH ! #um um um ! ! 🥺 if u like this au or wnt to see more of it . . . then may i selfishly ask u to interact with this post ?? #even a like is fine ! ! or u can tell me too ! #'s just to gauge interest bcos rn i dont weally knowwww if anyone is interested in this besides like . #Me ><

[pastanest]

Spencer Reid x she/her!reader

A/N: just a short lil blurb idea I had whilst procrastinating from finishing my other two WIP’s xoxo

warning: implied age gap of reader being a “young woman”, but no specific reference to Spencer’s age, I just envision this as a very post-prison thing for him to do

Listen

“Excuse me, lady, but you don’t get to waltz in here and start ordering my officers around. This your first day on the job or something, sweetheart?” The local chief of police smirks down at you, condescension dripping from his every word.

That, coupled with his casual misogyny, is enough to have you smirking right back at him.

Shocker, another old-fashioned cop assuming that a young woman like you doesn’t know what she’s talking about. It’s almost laughable. Almost.

“FBI Agent first, ‘lady’ second, and ‘sweetheart’? Not under any circumstances. I’m here with the rest of my team to assist you on a case that you’ve requested our help to solve. You don’t like the way we do things? Raise a formal complaint. If you want this case solved, you’ll do well to listen to the advice given. This is far from my first case, and you are far from the first police chief to invalidate that.” Your voice is the epitome of cool, calm and collected.

Naturally, that only aggravates the ignorant man in front of you. More predictable than a- well, actually, there are few things more predictable than the fragile masculinity found in a man like this.

“I’ll be happy to listen to your boss before I take any orders from a girl with a mouth bigger than it ought to be.” The local chief of police eyes you up and down, as if to intimidate you by comparing your stature to his.

Much to his surprise - and absolute dismay - his efforts are in vain. This is made clear when a quiet laugh passes your lips and you lean back against the wall, crossing your arms over your chest and looking to your left.

Moments later, as though emerging from the shadows, Doctor Spencer Reid takes the few large strides necessary to reach your side. A formidable force, exacerbated by the dark scowl that’s etched into his features and directed at the local chief of police. Having not long returned from visiting a crime scene, he had overheard the conversation between you and elected to wait before he stepped in, hypothesizing both how far the ignorance would go, and how long he would be able to hear it before seeing red.

“If you value the continued use of your jaw, I’d advise you close it and listen. Disrespect Agent (Y/N) again and this entire precinct will suffer the consequences of your ignorance.” Spencer’s threat is eerily quiet and, while unprofessional by nature, the intent is understood to the extent that even a local chief of police wouldn’t dare call it into question.

The man caught in Spencer’s glare visibly shrinks, clears his throat, and pretends to find something to very quickly busy himself elsewhere. The glare follows him until he’s out of sight.

“I could have Garcia file a report severe enough to end that man’s career.” Spencer murmurs, gaze fixed on the door that the ignorance left through.

Turning to face Spencer, you smile up at him sweetly and pat his chest, your palm against his tie when the contact snaps his eyes back down to look at you.

“I think making him ruin his briefs in the workplace is punishment enough.” You joke lightly, your words enough to cause a smile to curl at the corner of Spencer’s mouth, a silent understanding caught in your locked gazes.

Nobody disrespects you and gets away with it, not so long as Doctor Spencer Reid is around to commit verbal homicide.

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[httpsserene]

Oscar saying”touch grass and find someone that will fuck you cause it sure as hell won’t be me” and also “in Vegas everyone of you that was rude WILL be going up to my sweet lovely beautiful smart girlfriend and you WILL be apologizing.”

Can you imagine if he ever finds out about the one that burned her with coffee? Oooff she’s done for

𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐩.𝟖𝟏

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1.2k words 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: oscar piastri x fem!black!reader 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: blurb. part two to a prev. fic.

✧*̣̩⋆̩☽⋆゜omggg i wish i got to this lil addition sooner !!! i was sitting here like lowkey like, how out of pocket would oscar be after he learned that a delusional fan intentionally burned his girl??? but here’s how i think it would exactly go down! this starts pretty much directly after best i ever had ends, like post-bath sex and everything. ✧*̣̩⋆̩☽⋆゜

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your skin is warm, your muscles relaxed, and your legs feel unstable. the phantom weight of oscar resides between your legs from minutes past when he helped you ride him to an orgasm in the bath. to think that if you managed to convince him to break up with you, you’d never have the best sex of your life again. 

you’re sitting on the countertop next to the sink, towel slipping down around your waist as oscar massages lotion into your brown skin, when you tell him that exact thought. he’s standing between your legs (his towel securely tucked around his tiny ass waist), wet hair curled on his forehead and he hums in dissent, 

“there wasn’t a single time this past month where i even thought about breaking up with you.” your breath catches at his words and there’s not an ounce of a lie in his tone. after the pampering events of tonight, you didn’t think you needed anymore reassurance that he’s not going anywhere but it’s incredibly nice to hear it. you pause trying to think of the word to express just how sweet oscar is, but he speaks before you.

“woah, wait a minute,” oscar’s brow is furrowed, gaze focused on the back of your left hand, where there’s a slightly inflamed patch of skin, “babe, did you burn yourself? when did this happen?”

he gently brushes his thumb over the spot to gauge how sore the spot is and frowns when you wince and slip your hand out of his grasp. you cradle your hand to your chest and shrug dismissively, “happened earlier t’day at the shop; some girl dumped her coffee on me.”

“what?” oscar stares at you, puzzled, “she purposefully dropped hot coffee on your hand?”

“mmm, well i can’t say that she did it ‘on purpose,’” you sigh, “but, she was wearing an oscar piastri mclaren hoodie and she did laugh about it with her friends afterwards.”

“you’re being serious? a fan dumped a literally burning hot cup of coffee on you,” oscar attempted to clarify, like he can’t believe it. 

you miss how his expression is growing stormier and keep rambling on about your experience, “oh, i’m dead serious ‘roo. most of your fangirls have decided that i’m the spawn of satan because i can’t physically be by your side at all of your races. i mean–do they really think i would rather be learning about thermodynamics when i could be on the pitwall?”

“you know, at the end of the day i’m surprised at the fact that she had the balls to do it,” you continue (the aussie looks less impressed the more you keep talking), “highkey, i was getting sick and tired of all the girls who would come up and tell me i made their order wrong–when i most definitely did not!--and i had to remake their drink. so, props to her for changing it up on me, i was not expecting that.”

oscar rubs at his forehead for a few seconds before he purses his lips and cocks his head at the side to look at you, and then it dawns on you…maybe he doesn’t find this as amusing as you did.

“kanga, baby–she burned you. she intentionally harmed you, you could sue her, i think. you should sue her! i, personally, want to ruin her life,” oscar states, dead serious.

you shrug, “it’s not that serious to me. i’ll just put some ointment on it and it’ll be gone in a few weeks. and, she can be as jealous as she wants—you’re still here in between my legs, rubbing lotion into my skin after you just fucked me until my legs were jello. i really could not give a fuck about her, trust that.”

oscar grumbles unhappily, “well, i give a fuck. nobody should think that they can get away with hurting you, regardless of how serious the injury is. where’s the ointment?”

you lean forward, pressing kisses to oscar’s pout, “‘s in the medicine cabinet, ‘roo. if you want to address it, i won’t stop you, you can handle it how you like. as long as it doesn’t get you in trouble with the pr team, i’m fine with it.”

and that’s when you find out just how fine mclaren is with having oscar publicly call his fans crazy. 

it’s race weekend in las vegas, and fp2 has been delayed. you were falling asleep on your feet in the garage, so oscar had tucked you into bed in his motorhome, letting you take a nap while he went to do some interviews.

he’s caught by ted kravitz from sky sports and the best opportunity that oscar has ever had falls directly into his lap.

“oscar! how are you feeling, mate?” ted starts, “you certainly had an interesting break leading up to this race, and, you’ve managed to take the world of formula one on another spin with your tweet defending your girlfriend—would you care to expand on that?”

oscar smiles, “i would love to talk about it actually.”

“oh,” ted looks baffled, looking at the camera in shock, before he gestures for oscar to speak.

“well. i stand by what i said,” oscar states, “if anybody thought i was being rude, i really don’t care. what i do find rude, however, is the fact that my girlfriend was being harassed at her job by people who call themselves my fans.”

“oh, mate, i thought you were being rather nice about the situation,” ted offers, “but, you’re saying fans have gone to lengths to ‘harass’ your lovely girlfriend in person?”

“unfortunately, i’m telling the truth. it got to a point where a fan was bold enough to burn her with boiling hot coffee.”

“no!” ted gasps, aghast.

“yes! as soon as she told me, i told her that she should press charges, but she didn’t want to. i guess she’s a lot nicer than me,” oscar scratches at his jaw.

“well, i’m pretty sure that’s at least an assault or injury claim right? i think that fan should be taught a lesson. it’s wild to think that someone who calls themselves a ‘fan’ would hurt one of the best WAG’s,” ted looks disgusted.

“yeah, well–i hope that woman knows the whole interaction was caught on camera and that my girlfriend is well within her rights to press charges. it would suck that an act you committed out of jealousy and envy has the chance to give you a lifelong criminal record, huh?” oscar’s eyes shine with a threatening twinkle, “i can’t imagine being so obsessed with a man you never had and never will have, and you proceed to take it out on his beautiful, intelligent, ambitious, loving, and extremely supportive girlfriend. it kind of seems…” he pauses for effect, searching for just the right word, “...desperate—doesn’t it, ted?”

“it seems absolutely demented, oscar.”

the clip hits three million views in four hours and trends for weeks.

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© httpsserene2023

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[kingdomofnoah]

mine all mine

noah sebastian x afab! reader

a/n: ayoooo! sorry for posting like one fic and then dipping for a while. he’s a smutty lil blurb for y’all’s enjoyment, idk why i spent 20 minutes making a header for it and named it after a mitski song leave me alone ok

anyway. warnings under the cut.

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warnings: penetrative sex, unprotected penetrative sex, some light choking if you squint, swearing, dirty talk. that’s it i suppose

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You’re trying desperately to catch your breath, but it’s stolen with every slam of Noah’s hips hard against yours. He traces his calloused fingers down your spine, your skin a bit tacky with sweat before he lands a harsh smack to your backside. Your gasp melts into a moan that makes him laugh behind you, his fingers gripping onto both of your hips and pulling you backward to meet his own. Your back arches, lifting your ass higher and allowing him to sink even deeper with every thrust. “Fuck, baby, this pussy was made for me. She’s all mine, huh? Tell me who this pussy belongs to.” You’re still breathless, your jaw slack as Noah continues his practically punishing pace. When you don’t answer though, he lands another smack to your ass and growls out, “I asked you a question, who does this pussy belong to?”

You cry out and scrabble at the sheets with your nails, sobbing out, “Yours! Fuck, Noah, it’s yours!” You would say anything to keep him inside of you at this moment, the dizzying mixture of pleasure and pain so sweet and addictive. A groan escapes him at your declaration, an uninhibited sound that shows you he’s just as desperate to stay inside of you as you are to keep him there.

Grabbing a fistful of your hair and the nape of your neck, Noah pulls you upward onto your knees so that your back is flush with his chest. The act changes the angle again, forcing Noah to thrust his hips upward against your ass. You nearly fall forward onto the bed again, but Noah’s tattooed hand wraps loosely around your throat, keeping you pressed back against his broad chest. You reach back to tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging at the roots to bring his face to yours. The angle of the kiss is almost uncomfortable for both of you, but it’s so desperate and wanton that neither of you care about the twinges of pain in your necks.

His pace is becoming irregular, a sure sign that he’s reaching his end. He knows this and uses his free hand to slide it down the tacky skin of your stomach and between your legs, swirling his middle digit around your aching clit. You whine wordlessly into the kiss and he curses against your lips, mumbling out sweet little praises into your mouth. Within mere moments, you’re hurtling toward the edge and fully willing to throw yourself into bliss. Noah can tell, somehow he always can, and he keeps the steady pace of both his thrusts and the swirls of his finger. He pulls his mouth from yours, eyes fluttering at your whimper at the separation, and tightens the hand wrapped around your throat. Groaning out a curse and your name, Noah’s hips falter as he grinds out, “You gonna cum? That’s it sweet girl, cum on it. Want it so fucking bad.” The term of endearment and the command is all you need, you cry out Noah’s name and throw yourself into the pulsing waves of pleasure. Noah groans again, his hand flexing on your throat and then his thrusts falter one final time, before he pulls out and spills across your backside. “Fuck, baby.” Noah laughs breathlessly, releasing your throat but letting his hand slide down to your sternum, keeping you upright still.

You’re boneless, you would collapse into a heap on the sheets if Noah wasn’t holding onto you so tightly, and you’re still reeling with ecstasy. Noah presses kisses along your bare shoulder and up your neck, his lips warm and you hum happily. You feel soft fabric across your back as Noah wipes his spend from your skin and you venture to twist your torso slightly to face him. His eyes are bleary, sleepy already, and you peck his lips with a kiss and murmur, “I love you.” The words are a bit slurred and you both giggle at your expense.

“My girl’s a lil cock drunk is she? Mmm, god I want you again already.” Indeed, you feel him twitch against your ass and you laugh, turn to face him fully, and cup his cheeks in your palms. He presses his lips to your palm, an act so tender your heart melts.

You smile and lean your forehead against his, “My big horndog, need food first, then I’ll ride you to sleep.” You promise and he grins, pecking your mouth and sliding his hands around your hips.

“Deal.”

#ns #bad omens #noah sebastian #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens fic #buffy tries writing

[eddiernunson]

Would you write a part 2 lil blurb for the face riding eddie fic 👉👈

Holy shit I've never gotten a request before

I didn't even know where to go from there, it was literally just thots about his nose. But here you go.

Part 2 to this Blurb I posted yesterday.

Warnings: cockwarming, light dom!Eddie, begging, slutshaming

Words: 623

Eddie’s bare chest lies on top of yours, the chill of his chain necklace startling as the heat of your bodies radiates off his bed. One hand caresses your face while the other smooths down your bare torso, goosebumps forming in its wake. His lips are gentle on yours, his tongue electric as he takes his time kissing you.

This would all be heaven if he would just move his goddamn hips.

You couldn’t tell how long-ago Eddie entered you, your legs clinging around his hips as he moaned into your neck. You giggled as he sighed, and though you’ve already been pounded and claimed by him enough times to lose count, you could never remember how fucking good his cock truly feels until its in you again.

He hovered over you as your hips started to wiggle, desperate for him to move. He looked down at you and gave you a pitying smile, only half his lips curled as he did. “Oh, fuck. Still so greedy, huh?” He tsks his tongue, shaking his head as a smile captivated his face. “I think you need to learn to be grateful for what you get.” Your eyes widened, and a huff of laughter escaped him at your fallen face. You whimpered as it caused his cock to move ever so slightly in you, by mere centimeters. “So I’m going to enjoy this tight little pussy and you’re going to stay still until I decide you’re grateful, understand?”  

Here you are, nails harsh against the palms of your hands as every muscle in your body tensed, desperate for the magic of his hips fucking into yours. He teased you with his lips, his hands, even shifted his hips once or twice but none of it felt like it was enough. He starts placing kisses on your cheek, your jawline, down your throat and a whimper escapes you as he moves slightly to get a better angle at your collarbone.

If the desperation in your expression, your tilted eyebrows and crumpled up face wasn’t enough to tell Eddie how bad you wanted it, then every muscle in your body being tensed-up to stop yourself from moving was.

But he just couldn’t help himself. “Oh, you really want it, don’t you, sweetheart?”

You nod, swallowing hard. His cock was so still, and the need for him to move was impossible to wrap your mind around, feeling dizzy from the need.

“Beg for it.” It takes a moment for you to process this, and when you don’t say anything, Eddie repeats himself. “C’mon. Beg for it. Wanna hear your pretty voice begging me. Pleading.”

“Eddie, please fuck me. I want it so fucking bad; I’m fucking throbbing for it.” You plead him, and he continues working on your collarbone as if you hadn’t said a thing.

“Oh, baby. You’ll need to do better than that.”

The amusement in his voice his both the hottest thing you’ve ever heard and the worst. A pathetic little sob leaves your throat, desperate for him to just move. “Please, Ed? I’ve been so good. Just move a little? Don’t even have to move that much, I’ll be grateful for whatever you give me, just please move.”

“That’s better, baby is learning to be grateful for what she gets, greedy little slut.” Eddie finally, finally moves his hips out and when he does you reach the edge so fast, you’re seeing stars, your mouth opening as the heat from your neglected pussy expands and conquers your extremities.

And from the way your cunt shakes around him and the satisfaction from watching your cock drunk face as he finally gives you what you wanted, this wouldn’t be the last time he did it.

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[witchthatwrites]

kinktober day one:

homelander x reader

using this prompt list by @the-purity-pen

prompt: dirty talk

word count: 561 (super short sorry!)

author's note: i’m gonna try to do kinktober !! i miss writing sm and it has been so long since i’ve had any form of inspiration !! this is a short lil blurb i’m sorry it’s not longer, i kinda proofread (i'm like half asleep rn but i wanna post this) (ok bye)

18+ only!! minors DNI - your media consumption is your responsibility!

“What would your little friends think, huh?” His tone of voice is mocking, demeaning. “If they saw you like this,” his eyes gaze up and down your body, which is pressed against the wall of your apartment. He has a hand wrapped around your throat as his eyes sweep over you. You’re wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt, not exactly expecting a visitor at 2 a.m.

No, not a visitor.

An intruder.

Sleep keeps your brain foggy, eyelids heavy as you look up at him. You don’t respond, continuing to just look at him.

He presses his body into you, hand moving up to your jaw so he can tilt it. His lips brush the shell of your ear, “You’re dripping for me.”

Your eyes flutter closed at his words, hating yourself as you think about how sweet his voice sounds. He was a casual addiction, like caffeine or sugar. You didn’t notice yourself falling for him until it was too late- until the crash came. When you found yourself stuck between your good friend, Hughie, and the man who wanted to kill him: John. When you realized that, inevitably, you would have to choose. You couldn’t have both- John wouldn’t allow it. Hell, you’re surprised he hasn’t found the old Nintendo DS that you use to communicate with Hughie (he gave it to you as a gift a while ago, thanks to his employee discount at the shop).

“What would they think,” Homelander continues, pausing to bite the shell of your ear in between his teeth and tugging gently, “if they saw me splitting you open on my cock? If they saw the way you push back against me when I bend you over? You practically fuck yourself on it.”

You moan softly at his words, “Please,” you whisper. You’re not sure why you’re saying it. Is it a plea, a prayer? To some higher power, to John, to yourself for being so fucking stupid?

“I want to break you and put you back together again, and I want to be inside of you the whole time that I do so.” John says lowly, breath against your neck. His hands begin to rub up and down your body, groping and and kneading as he goes.

“John, please,” your hands wrap around his biceps, holding on to him as if he’s an anchor. “I need you.”

“Need me to what?” he kisses your neck as he waits for your response.

“Whatever you want,” you pant, fingernails digging into him, “anything.”

His arms hook around your thighs and he lifts you up, “I wanna watch you fall apart on my cock, honey,” his voice is low and raspy, a few notches above a whisper.

Your mouth opens before you can stop it, “Yes, John, as many times as you want, please,” your arms wind around his shoulders.

His voice is a whisper this time, “I wanna hear you say it.”

There's a small part of you that is embarrassed at how fast you follow his instruction, "Ruin me," it comes out clearly, accompanied by the daring look in your eyes.

His eyes are locked with yours as he sees the many more words you're saying with just a look. He smiles, thumbs tenderly caressing your thighs as he continues to hold you, your legs wrapped around his waist.

"Whatever you want, honey."

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #homelander #homelander x reader #homelander smut #john gillman #john gillman x reader #lemon #smut #my writing #j writes #john gillman smut

[jadewritesficshere]

Presenting

Alpha!Steve Harrington x reader

Synopsis: You present for first time as an omega

A/N: hello all! So I know there are many different types of A/B/O fics out there. Some people say ruts/heats happen once a year, once a month, twice a year, etc. There is some discussion on the exact private parts omegas vs alphas have.

Well, what I envision may be similar or completely different. This is my take. This is my fic. I have a whole lil world for this, and have a few mini blurbs/oneshots planned. This is the first, which I've struggled to have the courage to post since March. Also: reader and Steve are over 21 in this.

Enjoy.

Contents: mostly a bit of backstory on a/b/o dynamics, fluff, first presentation. Gender of Reader is not specified but Steve does call them Honey.

Steve opened the door to the house, grumbling as he juggled the groceries in his arms. He should have taken more then one trip, but with the light rain falling, he didn't want to stay out in the cold more then he had to. The door swung open into the unlit hallway. Steve wasn't surprised. Eddie was at work, and Robin had plans with Vickie. The only person he was unsure of was you, but you had been working nights and it wasn't unusual for you to be asleep at noon. What was unusual was the smell that hit Steve's nose. His nose twitched and he frowned as he tried to identify it, before shrugging it off and heading to the kitchen to put groceries away.

Steve grimaced as he looked in the fridge and saw the plastic container holding Eddie's lunch from last week. The lime green jello Robin had made wiggled as Steve reached past and grabbed the container. Without a second glance, Steve tossed it in the trash can and continued to empty the fridge of old food and replace it with the groceries he had bought. Steve hummed to himself as he thought about what he could make for supper.

A noise from the other room made Steve pause. It had sounded like one of the closet doors had come off their track again. You must have woken up and were getting changed. Steve's heart thumped a little extra at the thought of you, causing Steve to curse himself. He had tried to hide his feelings for you, not wanting to make the living situation awkward if you didn't reciprocate. Eddie gave him shit about how strong his scent was when you came near. Of course it wasn't intentional, biology and all that, but Steve couldn't be mad when it had deterred other Alphas from you. Steve just didn't want you to feel awkward, especially when he glared and growled. He didn't want you to think he was upset because of you. Steve wanted to shower you in love and affection, but you weren't his. You weren't anyone's. You were just you. Amazing, beautiful, talented you.

Robin and you were both Betas. As such, you could smell the scents from Omegas and Alphas, but it was no stronger then if you got close to a flower and sniffed or the spritz of cologne or perfume. Eddie was another alpha, but took suppressants (which he forgot to take half the time, causing his ruts to be a little more unpredictable...). Eddie confided in the group that he was going to stop taking suppressants after this next rut, but he had taken them for so long because he hadn't wanted to seem like an aggressive alpha like his father (who was currently facing life in prison). Steve's parents were both alphas, so it wasn't a surprise Steve was.

Presenting as an alpha or omega was strongly linked to genetics. Regardless of the parent presentation of alpha or omega, if one parent was and the other was a beta there was a possiblity. If both parents had presented, then it was extremely likely for the pup to present as well. There were, of course, cases of the pup not presenting and being a beta, but it was unlikely. Thanks to more modern technology, betas could reproduce with another beta. These pups had low chances of presenting, but was not impossible.

However with presenting were the stereotypes. Steve couldn't care less, agreeing with Robin that a lot of the archetypes were heavily influenced by societal norms of feminine versus masculine, and that there was nothing "wrong" with an alpha that wanted to be a housewife or an omega that wanted to be a CEO. Since the four of you living together, Steve has embraced the more "omega" traits he has, feeling more settled and free than when he had to live up to his parents expectations.

Steve remembers the day he presented, hearing his parent's praise. He then remembers being left to his own devices to try and figure it out by himself. At least they handed him a pamphlet and had stocked the kitchen. Steve learned a lot from that stupid pamphlet. You could present as young as 12 all the way to 25. The first day of your presentation, the genitalia would shape more to your presentation and your scent glands would come in. By the end of the second day, the genitalia would be formed to handle and work with the opposite presentation. By the third day, you would endure a typical rut or heat like you would for the rest of your life. Your first rut or heat would be unable to produce pups. The entire presentation would only last from 3-5 days.

Steve shook his head, wondering why thoughts of that stupid pamphlet had come to mind. Steve stretched as he closed the door to the fridge, the calendar catching his eye. Steve's plain black misspelled scrawl at the end of the month noted his rut would arrive. Robin's green handwriting beneath simply said "sucker" to which Eddie had replied "suck her amiright". Steve shook his head as a grin spread across his lips. Eddie's red haphazard scrawl was written on the next weekend with question marks, indicating his rut if he had taken the suppressants correctly. Your blue "good luck" beneath reminded Steve that Eddie was going to come off the suppressants (did he get a cake for that? Beer?).

Steve left the kitchen making an extra note to grab snacks that had higher nutrients and protein for their upcoming ruts. Steve paused in the hallway as the smell from earlier hit Steve again. It smelled like that honey body wash Robin and you were obsessed with, but also had a hint of something that was more familiar. It grew stronger as Steve walked further down the hall. Steve paused outside your open door and inhaled; the scent being extremely strong here. Steve's eyes widened as he realized that familiar scent was you. He had never smelled you this strongly before, what with Betas not really producing a strong scent.

Steve peered into the room, concerned something was wrong. He was wracking his brain trying to think of what could cause your scent to be this strong. Your walls were filled with Polaroids of your friends, posters of your favorite bands, and some paintings Robin had created. It wasn't as covered as Eddie's, but it showed your personality. The carpet had some clothes haphazardly strewn about, but overall you kept the room clean. Your bed, were Steve had expected to find you after your shift, was empty. Your pillow was gone, which was odd, but maybe it had fallen off from your tossing and turning. Steve blinked a few times before pushing the door open more and leaning in. Your room was definitely empty. Your closet was open, stuffed to the brim with clothes. He could see your desk in the far corner of the room was not being sat at.

Steve frowned to himself and looked at the shut door opposite your room, the bathroom. Oh...You must have gone to the bathroom. Steve went to knock before pausing, he didn't want to interrupt you if you were busy (he knows how much you and Robin hate getting interrupted when in the bathroom, regardless of what you are doing). Steve shrugs and continues leisurely to the next door, his room. He throws open the door without a care-

And nearly keels over. The scent was overpowering here, which confused Steve as he thought it had been you. A whimper from the closet made Steve's head snap in that direction. The closet was closed, but uneven; the door was off the track and barely hanging on. Steve crept to the door and opened it, gasping.

You were curled into the fetal position on his closet floor. On top of his clothes, hangers bare above you. You had pulled his jacket on top of you, and were laying in a pile. Your head laying on your "missing" pillow. The polo he had worn yesterday was clutched in your hands, held close to your face that was scrunched up in discomfort. Steve stood there, jaw wide open, as he tried to understand what his eyes were seeing. He cleared his throat, causing your eyes to snap open. "Stevie?" You whisper, peering up at him with glassy eyes. Steve crouched down to be on your level as you shift to sit up from laying down.

"What's going on?" Steve finally asks, feeling like the biggest idiot. His brain screaming the answer at him, but he couldn't believe it. His brain bringing that pamphlet back to his mind with fanfare. He had to hear you say it he-

"I dont know!" Your voice cracked and your chin wavered, tears filling your eyes. "I dont feel right and i couldnt get comfortable and all I could think of was you and i came in here and it felt right but everything was too much so the closet was perfect and i just i dont-" your rambling continued as you started crying, barely able to speak as sobs overcome you. The scent rolling off you shifted, indicating your distress. Steve's eyes widen and he drew you into his arms," hey, hey. It's okay. It'll be okay." You relax into his arms, nose tucked into the crook of his neck.

Steve feels your body shudder as your cries slow, inhaling slowly at his scent gland. The trill you let out shocking you and confirming Steve's thoughts. Steve hesitantly runs his hand up and down your spine in a comforting motion. "Honey...you're presenting. You're, " Steve clears his throat," you're an Omega." You shake your head "no" against his neck. "You can present until you're 25. Hell, I think the oldest person they know of was 40. It isn't an exact science-" Steve pauses, realizing Robin must be rubbing off on him as he's rambling.

Steve leans his back against the wall and shifts you around so you are between his legs. You are curled into his chest, nose still firmly pressed against his neck. Your tears have gone. Your scent is overpowering to Steve, completely entrancing him. A hint of spice, like nutmeg, mixed with that honey bodywash. Steve finds it ironic that he calls you Honey and here you are smelling so strong of it.

"I'm presenting," you mumble pulling back to look in Steve's eyes. "How will that work?" Steve hesitates, mouth opening slightly, before you cover his mouth with your hand," I don't mean like how omegas work. I get that. I guess...with like you and Eddie." You slowly lower your hand," I don't want to cause an issue."

"You won't." Steve says definitively, "Eddie always says he's married to rock and roll. We've never been the type to fight over territory. This is his house but it's also mine. We're all in a pack and we are all equal." "Even if I'm less tha-" "hey!" Steve's brow furrows and he holds your face in his hands," You are not less than. Anyone who thinks omegas are less than are idiots. You are not less than an alpha, and anyone who believes that bullshit needs some sense knocked into them."

You bite your lip but nod. "It's the first day right?" Steve asks, wondering if it's crossing a line. It is highly personal when an omega goes into heat. You don't seem to care, nodding your agreement. "Well, then today will be the easiest day. We can get a game plan set up tonight when Robin and Eddie come home. Get you some blankets and pillows. Get you snacks."

Steve shifts in his spot and your hands dart out and grab his biceps, "Don't leave!" Steve smiles softly at you," I won't. Not right now. Come here." Steve holds his arms open again for you. You slowly lean in and let him envelope you in his hold. Secure. Warm. Feeling entirely safe in his arms, you drift off to sleep. Steve can feel his heart bursting with love for you. A part of him knows that if you sought him out, you cared somewhat for him. But the other part screamed at him how he couldn't tell you his feelings yet. He didn't want you to feel like he was taking advantage of your new presentation.

So for now, he would be content with just sitting and holding you. Safe. Secure. Warm.

#The first of many lil fics but I wanted a basis of this world so that is why this is so descriptive #The next won't be #And yes there is no smut in this one but there will be in future ones but cmon you just learned life changing news #And your parts are still presenting as I wrote so #Is this the best NO but its a glimpse of what's to come #This has just been sitting here and I've had 0 guts to post so I said screw it I'll post it and then just continue with the universe #A/B/O dynamics #Alpha!Steve Harrington #Alpha!Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington x you #Steve Harrington x y/n #Steve Harrington/reader #Steve Harrington/you #Stranger things #Jade is Talking

[velvetstreets]

Sensitive

“Ah- f-fuck, it’s s-sensitive.” Jack stuttered as you suckled at his pink head. You tongued at his leaking slit, pre-cum glossing at your lips. You looked up at him, lustful lidded eyes that gave you a hazy drunk look, before smirking and tapping his cock against your tongue.

“Jesus.. fuck, your little mouth feels so good angel, so so good-“ Jack rambled, unable to keep his thoughts to himself; they just tumbled out.

“You taste so good Jack-“ you hummed at him. The vibration made his toes curl, trying not to cum too fast.

“You have such a pretty cock, want it in my mouth all the time; something this pretty should be sucked on all the time, hm?” You continued, kissing along his length.

“God, you take me so fucking well, so fucking well sweetheart.” Jack bucked his hips up into your mouth, grunting and writhing in his spot in the bed.

“Use me, Jack. Take what you need, I’ll give it to you.” You promised him, taking his hands and placing them in your hair.

“Good -ah shit, g-good girl, good fucking girl.” Jack groaned, the schlick! of his dick in your wet mouth driving him absolutely insane.

Your hand came up to rub at his balls, knowing he was about to cum soon. Jack grunted appreciatively, his thrusts gaining speed as his tip rammed into the back of your throat.

“Fuckfuckfuck, just like that, yeah- fucking. take. It.” He grunted, and came down your throat with a final thrust.

Jack was known to cum, a lot. So you did your best to swallow it all, but couldn’t help it when the sticky substance overflowed from your lips and continued to drip down his dick. You swallowed what you could and got up with a pop!, smile never leaving your face as you gazed at him.

Jack’s face was scrunched up, still in post-nut bliss as his chest heaved, face pink with blush from the euphoria he was feeling.

“Christ, you’re so good at that. Every single time, fuck.” Jack huffed, pulling you up to his eye level.

“Mm thank you baby. Was my pleasure, love making you feel good.” You kissed his jawline, nuzzling your nose into him.

Jack rolled over so you were on your back now, with him completely laid on you, laying inbetween your legs. He nuzzled into your neck, kissing and nipping at the soft skin. You ran your hand through his hair, nails grazing against his scalp which made Jack malfunction for a second, basically purring into your neck. You grinned, kissing his sweaty forehead, continuing for a few seconds, enjoying the silence.

“Your ass is so white, Harlow.” You finally broke.

“Like I’m talkin’ like so white I gotta wear shades to look at it.”

Jack couldn’t contain himself, he howled in laughter; which became contagious as ever, the room bounced with genuine love and laughter.

“Fuck you.” Jack said after simmering down.

“You just did.” You winked, ruffling his hair.

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send in one word (cold, thick, giggle, whatever you’d like) and I’ll write a lil blurb to go with it!

#anon #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow blurb

[toomuchracket]

the sleepy post show matty affection and cuddles im- i need a blurb if it so bad lmao (side note: hope everything ls okay mads! ty for all the lovely writing recently but pls take all the time u need to work on asks and requests, we will support whatever whenever u post!! love u!)

in that nme interview, matty said that the first thing he does when he gets offstage is smokes a zoot, but that's technically untrue if you're there - the first thing he does is either find you at the side of the stage or wait for you to come backstage from the audience so he can give you a hug and a sweet kiss or several, laughing when you admonish him for being all sweaty and getting you all messy (but you don't mind, really), and getting all sappy when you tell him he was good. THEN he lights up a zoot - and repeatedly offers it to you - and smokes as he gathers up all his shit and chats to everyone, kissing the top of your head every time he moves past you; when he's ready to go, matty takes your hand and kisses it before he leads you to the waiting car (which takes ages because you have to hug the rest of the band goodnight lol). in the car itself, you make small talk with the driver and matty curls up sleepily beside you; he tries to stay awake as long as possible, but the exertion of performing and the weed have kinda taken it out of him a lil, so you're like "baby, go to sleep. i'll wake you up when we're nearly home, yeah?", and matty's always like "nooooo i wanna talk to you" at first, but he dozes off when you reassure him you can talk when you're out of the car and gently start to play with his hair. towards the end of the journey, you wake him up by caressing his cheek and murmuring his name - he'll slowly blink as he awakens and smile tiredly at you, following you out of the car and clinging to you (lowkey to stay upright) as you lead him into the house/hotel/wherever. but i think matty gets a bit of a second wind when the two of you get somewhat settled at home, in that he perks up a bit as he watches you get changed out of your show clothes (typical boy lmao) and then when you have a cup of tea together; that's when you guys chat about the show and your respective days and anything and everything you can think of, a chat which continues as you have a quick shower together if you're both awake enough for that, or just as you lie curled up in bed together if you're really sleepy. regardless of tiredness level, the night always ends with matty falling asleep with his head on your chest, after some more sweet kissing and shared "i love you"s, and you being all "i'm proud of you" and him being all "it's all for you, sweetheart". cute! <3

(and tysm for the support!! ily)

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks

[ladylooch]

HI I LOVE YOUR FICS SM!!! can u make a blurb of hiking with nico in Switzerland? He just looks so much more attractive when he’s doing what he loves thank uuuu

A/N: oh my gosh, thank you so much! Just lil ole me over here blushing :) We love hiking Nico... I still would not hike a glacier for him tho.

I have a few more lil blurbs here and here If you are interested in a lil extra reading today!

“Neeks, I’m going to die.” You tremble in your hiking boots, looking over the ledge to your left. 

“You are not going to die.” His steady voice responds. “Baby, take my hand. I would not have brought you here if I didn’t think you could do it.”

You look at him, shaking your head, feeling like your whole body is going to vibrate off the side of this switchback. You’re almost to the summit of the trail. You felt good the whole way up until you got to the bottom of the switchback. But Nico was having so much fun, you didn’t want to ruin it by explaining your nervousness. However, the last little bit requires for you to jump across a little gap that plunges ten feet back down. It’s enough to break a leg for sure. And you’re a little clumsy and a whole lot tired, so it feels like a real possibility.

“Y/N.” He tries again, even softer, from where he is leaning over the gap, extending his hand to you. “Put your hand in mine. Then jump, I’ll do the rest.” 

“Nico.” Your voice quivers. He notes it and nods assuringly again.

“Trust me.” He asserts. You look into those perfect, brown eyes of his and you do the opposite of what your body is telling you. You jump right into Nico’s body. He catches you easily, chuckling at the force of your momentum knocking him a few steps back. “That’s my girl.” He kisses the top of your head, keeping you squeezed in his tight grasp for a few more moments to establish your safety.

“Holy shit.” You pant, then pull back, looking at his face. He leans down to kiss you proudly.

“When you’re ready, we keep going.” You nod, pushing out a calming breath and following after him. He reaches his hand back to you to hold his fingers while you continue the ascent. Your focus is put back on one foot in front of the other to distract from the tiredness in your legs and slight stitch in your side.

Nico stops suddenly in front of you. You smack your face into his backpack, then look up, stunned. 

The scene in front of you is as indescribable as it had been when Nico was telling you about it this morning at 4:30am. The sunrise is bursting out from the East. It dances across the ragged tops of the alps and down the slightly snow capped mountains surrounding you. Nico says nothing. Just turns to watch you admire his homeland, reflecting the look you have at the beauty surrounding you. 

“My beautiful girl in my beautiful country.” He leans forward, nuzzling his nose against your cheek. “Worth it?” All you can do is nod. “Let’s eat and drink our beers.”

He brings you over to a large, flat rock, letting you sit down before working your backpack off your shoulders for you. Then, he hands you a few jerky strips and a trail mix bar. The only sound that disturbs the wilderness is Nico cracking your post-summit beers.

“Proscht.” He prompts.

“Proscht.” You respond while clinking your cans. The sip of beer tastes like the best damn thing you’ve ever put in your mouth.

“Thank you for doing this with me.” He wraps an arm around your shoulders. He pulls, bringing your temple to his lips. You lean into his warmth, still not quite used to the chill of Switzerland in August. The wind really whips up here without any shelter.

“I had so much fun doing this with you. I wish we had mountains in Jersey so I could see you doing this all year.”

“It wouldn’t be the same.” He murmurs, then looks out across the vastness of the mountains in front of us. He is right. 

Plus, what you love the most about this moment is Nico being home… and being here with him for the first time.

#nico hischier x reader #NHL imagine #n. hischier blurb #NHL fan fiction #hockey writing

[sagesolsticewrites]

Take My Hand | Austin Butler x reader

A sweet lil slow dance in the kitchen blurb ❤️

Word count: 498

Warnings: a couple swear words and lots of tooth-aching fluff

a/n: posting this a little earlier than I planned as a thank-you to y’all for 100 followers! ❤️

(@shimmeringlights44 it’s here bestie!)

You had known that when you signed up to come to Australia with Austin you were signing up for listening to Elvis for months on end. While you were extraordinarily proud of your boyfriend, it was… a bit much at times, and there were days when you went on long walks alone along the beach just for a break from the 24/7 Elvis. Some days, however, it was nice to listen to the King’s sultry twang as you busied yourself about the house.

Like now, for example.

You had a pot of pasta boiling on the stove, a pot of your homemade tomato sauce simmering next to it, garlic bread in the oven; the perfect homemade meal, in your opinion, complete with the smooth sounds of “Can’t Help Falling In Love” pouring out of one of Austin’s many, many, many Elvis records in the next room. You hummed along, so lost in thought that you almost didn’t register Austin’s humming join in, his arms snaking around your waist as he swayed you along with the song.

“Hi there, Mr. Presley,” you joked, leaning into him, turning your head slightly so you could see where he had his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Hi there, darlin’” he laughed, Elvis drawl still prominent in his voice as it always was when he arrived home. A slow smile spread across his face as he slowly pulled you away from the stove, twirling you so you were facing him and pulling you in close.

You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “Can’t Help Falling In Love” fading into “Love Me Tender” as Austin slowly dragged the two of you around your little kitchen in time to the music. You rested your cheek against his shoulder, dinner forgotten for the moment as you lost yourself in the comfort you had been craving since he had left for set that morning.

“How was your day, baby?” Austin murmured, lips brushing your ear

You hummed. “It was alright, nothing too exciting. Much better now that you’re here, though.” You pull him closer and bury your face in his neck, drinking in the comforting woodsy scent that was entirely his own.

“I missed you, too,” he smiled, noting the unspoken sentiment. “I know…” He sighed. “I know I’m gone a lot, and this has been a lot to handle, but I really do appreciate you being here with me.”

You pulled back to look into his eyes, moving one hand to cup his cheek. “Hey,” you muttered gently, “You know that no matter how long you’re gone, I’ll always be here waiting for you when you get back.”

“I know, baby.” He leaned in, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss, keeping his forehead pressed to yours as he pulled away. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” you murmured, closing your eyes as you continued to sway to the music.

“Hey, baby?”

“Yeah?”

“Is something… burning?”

“Oh shit, the garlic bread!”

#austin butler #elvis (2022) #austin butler fic #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #elvis 2022 #elvis biopic #elvis baz luhrmann #austin butler fanfiction #my writing

[babyjakes]

refrigerator rules. [blurb.]

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summary | when you’re scared of him hurting you during a punishment, andy’s quick to remind you of the safe rules posted in the kitchen (and cuddle away your tears.)

pairing | daddy!andy barber x little!reader

warnings | implies past physical abuse/physical abuse during childhood, sfw regression (daddy!andy and little!reader), little!reader experiencing trauma symptoms/anxiety, big hurt comfort vibes, soft daddy andy <3<3 which i feel like is not as popular as it should be bc i just know he’s the softest when he wants/needs to be

word count | 821

requested by anon | ok but 🥺🥺🥺 maybe chris or andy with a little who was abused growing up so none of her punishments are physical? like he just takes away some toys or doesn’t let her watch tv? but she’s still always scared that he’ll get rough with her? 🥺🥺🥺

an | okay i’ve been kind of on a writing hiatus but i wanted to share this lil thing just bc it’s so soft and sweet and i kinda need that rn tbh. went with andy, i feel like he would be so so caring and understanding about a little with past trauma and definitely wouldn’t push any discipline that would replicate her bad experiences!!

“Shit,” you mumble under your breath as your yellow crayon snaps in your hand. At first, you don’t even register what you’ve said. You’ve been spending the morning playing and coloring with Andy, so deep into your littlespace at this point that the curse is rather uncharacteristic of you.

After a moment, though, the gravity of your word choice hits you. And as to be expected, Andy’s already one step ahead of you, his hand that’s been stroking over your hair as you sit in his lap now paused as you feel him stiffening against you.

“D-Daddy, I-” you rush.

“What was that, honey?” he asks, his voice coming out too even to be trusted. Dropping your crayon onto the coloring book below, you feel your entire body tensing up as Andy’s intense gaze raises the hair on the back of your neck.

“I-I-” you stumble, tears building up in your eyes before you can stop them. “Wait, I- please,” you mumble.

Softer than you would expect, Andy places a hand on each of your shoulders, gently turning you around on his lap to face him.

Tears drip down off of your nose as you keep your eyes lowered, a lump forming in your throat as you wring your hands out anxiously. “Sweetheart, you know we don’t say that word,” Andy reminds you, his voice now softened slightly as he brushes your shoulder gently with his thumb. At this point, he’s well past recognizing your clear signs of building anxiety and knows he needs to proceed with caution.

“Y-yes, Daddy. Sorry, D-Daddy,” you recite obediently. “Please, Daddy,” you try again. “Please.”

“‘Please’ what, baby? You know we have to have consequences for stuff like this,” he reasons gently. Sensing the fear his words evoke within you, he continues, “Do you remember what our consequences are, honey? We have ‘em written on the fridge, remember? Those are the only punishments I’ll ever give you, sweetheart. Those are our rules, right?”

“Please,” you whimper again, now noticeably quivering as Andy bounces you lightly on his lap in attempts to soothe you. “W-wasn’t thinking- didn’t mean t-to- ‘m sorry.”

“I know, sweetie; Daddy’s not angry. Not angry at all, princess. And even if I was, you know Daddy doesn’t hurt you. What does Daddy do,” he tries to prompt again, “can you remember? Daddy takes one of your toys or movies, right? That’s all, sweetheart,” he coos, “There’s no need to cry, lovebug, it’s okay.”

“P-please,” you mumble again, Andy completely understanding that you’re begging to be physically spared at this point, not just to keep your little things. “N-not too hard,” you wither slightly, still unable to meet his gaze.

“Hey, hey-,” he catches you as you begin to cower fearfully, your whole body shaking terribly as you try to collapse in on yourself. “What’s all this about ‘too hard’, pumpkin? Daddy’s not gonna do anything like that,” he promises, his brow raising in concern as your breaths begin to shorten and stagger. “Sweetie, hey- I need you to breathe for me, y/n; can you-”

“W-wait, please- wait,” you beg, Andy’s heart breaking in his chest as you duck your head down submissively. “W-won’t ever do it again, promise- please, I-I-I promise.”

“Here, sweetheart, let me hold you,” Andy soothes, wrapping you up in his arms softly in hopes of showing you he means no harm.

You lurch at the contact, whimpering as you choke out your pleas through tears. “N-n-no, wait,” you cry as you struggle weakly against his embrace, your body caught in full-on fight-or-flight.

“Shhh, honey. C’mon, it’s alright,” Andy fusses you gently as he lifts you up into his arms, snuggling you close to his chest as your head tucks under his chin. “You’re okay, I gotcha. Where’s your teddy; should we find him?” he tries, looking around briefly before spotting the stuffed animal only a foot away on the floor.

He reaches out and grabs it, handing it to you as he smooths back your hair. “There you go, pumpkin; there he is. I don’t think I could ever take Teddy from you; I know you love him too much,” he admits as you cling to the bear, slowly beginning to relax into Andy’s arms as he holds you lovingly.

“T-take ‘nother one?” you ask innocently through a hiccup. Andy nods.

“Yeah. Maybe your lamb or your lion. Although, if I do recall correctly, Lion received an invitation to our tea party tomorrow,” he plays along, knowing you need to be spoken to as gently and simply as possible when in such a delicate headspace.

“H-he can’t come?” you ask with a frown.

“No, he can come. I’ll take Lamby for a day. That alright with you, sweetheart?” he makes sure.

“Mhmm,” you hum quietly, letting out a long breath as you lean against Andy’s sturdy chest.

“Okay, honey. Lamby it is. I’m sure he’ll miss you lots.”

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As Long as You Are Part 4

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Author's Note: Hi! I’m posting Part 4, Part 5, AND a social media blurb all within a day of each other. The social media blurb that goes with Part 4/5 very much goes with them. You'll notice connections between comments/photos and what goes on in this part and the next! Which I think is pretty fun. The reason I’m posting 2 parts one after the other is because I split one gigantic section into 2. I was planning on uploading 4 and 5 at the same time but I’m wanting to get at least one part out ASAP. 5 will be posted within the next day (7/22-23) Big thank you to @tati813 for continuously supporting this story and my work AND all of you others. I would not be writing this without your support. This has not been proofread for mistakes. THERE’S A MINI SOCIAL MEDIA POST AT THE END 😌

Pronouns Used: She/Her (use of y/n) POV: Third Person. Warnings: swearing, mention of anxiety Word Count: 2740

Harry x musician!reader: The Concert

The time between Harry asking if he could stop by the studio and the day of Y/N’s show was a blur. Y/N and Auden had decided to not attend Harry’s concert for two reasons: they didn’t want to seem like stalkers, and they couldn’t get tickets. At one point Auden had tried to convince Y/N to just give in and ask him if there was any way for them to get tickets.

“Just ask him,” Auden had said, “say you were wondering if you could meet earlier.”

Y/N told Auden that she wanted to go just as bad but figured it probably wasn’t the best way to go about becoming friends with him.

“Y/N, honey, he’s been talking to you for like… a week or something. I’d say you guys are friends, or at the very least almost friends.”

Y/N, of course, had ignored the comment, saying she would believe it when he said it himself. Auden cursed her friend for being so stubborn before dropping the subject altogether, realizing that pushing further would be futile.

And as fast as those days had gone, the day of Y/N’s gig went excruciatingly slow. Y/N had hoped that the day of her gig would go by just as fast as the other days, however that was not the case. It went by excruciatingly slowly. She was behind the stage curtain trying to calm her nerves in the ten minutes before the show started, knowing that going on when her anxiety levels were high wouldn’t make for a good performance.

Thank god I’m not meeting Harry until tomorrow, she thought. Because meeting him now would be an absolute mess.

“Hey, girl.” A voice called from behind Y/N, who was still clinging to the curtain. Y/N looked in the direction the comment came from and smiled when she realized it was Auden.

“Hi,” she said back. Y/N let go of the curtain and headed towards Auden who had opened her arms waiting for her friend to walk into them. “I’m not sure why I’m so nervous.” Y/N murmured into Auden’s shoulder when she reached her.

“Well, I know that you’re going to do great. You always do,” Auden pulled away and placed her hands on either side of Y/N’s face. “I know you’ll probably say ‘you’re just telling me that because you’re my friend… blah blah blah’ but I’m telling you this because I believe in you. And everyone here believes in you too.”

“If I get famous can you travel with me and be my personal hype-lady?”

“Ugh, you still don’t know how to accept compliments do you?”

“I do too!” Y/N argued. “I just did!”

“Say ‘thanks Auden, I know I’m going to do well, my anxiety is just being a lil bitch’.” Y/N said nothing. “Say ittt.” she dragged out.

“Thank you Auden, I know I’m going to do well, my anxiety is just being a lil bitch.” Y/N said mockingly.

Auden threw her head back and screamed, “FUCK ANXIETY!”

“Auden stop! Shhh.” Y/N lurched forward to cover Auden’s mouth, worried people were going to hear. Auden stepped further away just in time to just miss Y/N’s hand.

“Nope, say it. Say it and I’ll quiet down. Fuck. Anxiety.”

“Aud, come on. I’m 25 and you’re 23, we’re not children.” Auden only responded by yelling once more and running away. “You’re causing me more anxiety now.”

“Sure, but you forgot that you were waiting for the show to start because you were too focused on your wonderful, amazing, genius of a friend.”

Y/N looked towards the large clock above the backstage entrance and read that there was only two minutes until the show began. She would have never admitted it to her, but Auden’s little fiasco did indeed help.

“Hmph. I’ll see you after,” and Y/N headed off back to where she had started: behind the curtain, preparing to enter.

“How did you even get tickets?” Mitch asked.

“I saw her Instagram post earlier in the week and bought them.” Harry answered. “I knew we would be in New York so I figured we could come over.” Mitched looked at Harry curiously, wondering why exactly he wanted to come. But Mitch didn’t want to press any further about why Harry really wanted to go.

“How are we going to get in there unseen?”

“Yeah… I thought about that but didn’t get very far.”

“So you bought tickets and then didn’t think about any of the logistics?” Mitch was confused. Sure Harry would occasionally do things without thinking them all the way through, but he normally thought out most things that were in public. Just because of who he was.

“Well when you put it like that… no, no I didn’t.” Harry answered.

“Are we just going to wait for the crowd to get smaller and then go in?”

“Hmm, actually maybe I have an idea.” Harry pulled out his phone and began looking through the various apps before he got to the one he wanted.

“I’d like to know before you do it because you didn’t fully think-out this one. So I’m unsure whatever you’re doing now is going to be any better.”

“Y/N’s best friend Auden is probably going to be there, so I figured maybe I’ll message her on Instagram and see if she has a back entrance for us to get in through. Sound good?” Mitch nodded in agreement and let Harry go on with his plan.

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Direct Message: auden.png

Hey! This is Harry, I was wondering if you’re at Y/N’s show tonight?

Oh my gosh! Hi! I knew it was you, it says whose account messages you lol And I am! Why?

Well, I got tickets to the show and my friend Mitch and I are here but we’re worried about creating a scene We’d rather not do that at her own concert We were wondering if there was any way for you to let us in through the back door? Sorry, Mitch wants me to clarify that it was ME who was wanting to know If it’s not possible please do not worry I’m guessing you’re here to support your friend so I don’t want us distracting you

Okay wow That’s a lot to take in It’s so sweet you bought tickets 🥺😭 Please don’t tell her I told you this, but she will freak when she hears you were at her concert But to answer your question I can indeed sneak you guys in I don’t think you’ll be able to stay backstage though but there’s a more secluded area that some security can be posted at (I feel like I’m making plans for some sort of military operation)

My lips are sealed I didn’t even tell her I was worried she would find it weird And thank you SO much. Where should we meet you?

This will probably sound like I’m luring you guys into a trap but I swear I’m not If you go down the alley between baby’s all right and the dermatologists office (yeah idk why it’s next to a venue either) and then turn right, there will be a door that says “WORKERS ONLY” knock on it and I’ll be right there to open it for you! If someone tries to stop you, tell them that Auden Otieno sent you that way!! :)

We’ll be right over!

ALSO we didn’t go to ONO because we were worried that YOU would find it weird 😭

You guys were gonna go? You should have!

The other issue was that there were no more tickets Which came first, us finding out there were no more tickets or thinking it would be weird? You decide

Y/N should have messaged me! I could have gotten you guys in I always try to make exceptions for friends and family And it wouldn’t have been weird

I told her to message you!! She’s really gonna hate me (again) for saying this But she doesn’t think you guys are friends yet 😭 She doesn’t want to seem desperate which is also why she didn’t ask about the tickets

Hmmm Just based on the limited time that we’ve talked that sounds about right for her And we’re here!

Just heard the knock be right there!

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Harry assumed that Auden was extremely close to the door because the instant he read the message the door swung open.

“You must be Auden,” Harry said smiling.

“I am indeed Auden. And you must be… Harry?” She joked. “And you’re Mitch Rowland! Y/N is a huge fan. She thinks you’re the coolest. Now follow me.” Auden waved her hand in a sweeping motion and started walking in front of them. “We’ll go around the crowd so most people won’t see you.” She said, turning towards them so they could hear, “Some people might see but we were able to find extra security to make sure you guys aren’t disturbed.”

Auden led them around the outside edge of the room, making sure that there were as few people as possible that they had to pass. As they were making their way, Harry realized that there were actually quite a few people packed in the venue to see her perform. He began to feel the buzz of excitement through the crowd.

“Okay,” Auden said, “this is you guys, enjoy the show.” She started walking to her spot but back-tracked and turned to Harry, “Hi, Y/N would never ask you, and wouldn’t believe me if I told her, can I take a photo?”

“Of course!”

The concert started and all that could be heard was the shuffling of feet and the occasional small conversation going on somewhere else in the room. It was a surreal experience for Harry, as he had never been to a show that quiet. At first he was nervous that something was wrong, but then she came on stage.

There was applause, hoots, and hollers, but the moment Y/N picked up her guitar, the same silence from before fell over the crowd. It wasn’t a silence that was lacking anything, it was a silence filled with anticipation. The anticipation of that first note, that first strum, that first breath followed by her voice.

Harry hadn’t even considered the difference between the vibe of his show and that of Y/N’s, and boy was there one. Maybe it was because it was a smaller venue or that she wasn’t as well known. But there was a part of Harry that felt even when she started playing in larger venues the audience would still be quiet. Maybe it was because her music and her voice was so captivating that one couldn’t help but become entranced. He took a look around and people were swaying to the music, lip syncing with her, some had tears in their eyes, some were doing all three; but the one constant was that everyone seemed to be under some sort of spell.

Harry turned back to Y/N and let himself be taken by the spell too. And before he even knew it, the final song was played and the concert had ended.

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Direct Message: harrystyles

Nice show.

wait what? were videos already posted?

Nope Mitch and I are here Made a little pitstop

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With shaky hands Y/N set down her phone and stood up from her chair, trying to look for Auden.

“Hey Y/N?”

“Auden, thank goodness.” Y/N breathed out. She rushed over to her friend who was holding up her arms, phone in hand. Y/N grabbed onto Auden’s wrists and looked her dead in the eyes before she said, “Did you see Harry Styles here? Because I got a message from him that made me worried. And I will freak—” Auden nodded her head towards the phone in her right hand.

“Look.”

“What?” Y/N said as she let go of Auden’s wrists and grabbed the phone from her hand. Y/N stared at the photo on the screen, it was of Auden’s Instagram story. And there he was, talking to Mitch. Y/N’s head shot up, eyes wide. “Was this tonight?” Auden nodded.

“You know I love you right?” Y/N’s heart fell.

“What did you do?”

“I invited them backstage?” Auden’s voice pitched up at the last couple words and stepped aside, letting her friend see the two men who were twenty feet away.

“Auden…”

“Y/N, I’d like to introduce you to Mitch Rowland and Harry Styles. Boys, take it away.” And then Auden seemingly vanished. Leaving Y/N alone with one of her idols and Harry Styles.

“Um hi, I’m Y/N, thank you for coming to my show. I hope you guys enjoyed it?”

“You play on a Double Agent W?” Mitch asked. And just like that, Y/N’s shyness evaporated.

“I do! I saved up for a while and finally splurged. Honestly one of the most difficult decisions was what color I wanted it in.” Y/N walked over to the guitar case and opened it, waiting for them to follow. “Not a Gibson Les Paul like you play on, but she’s mine and I love her.” Mitch knelt down beside Y/N to get a better view of the guitar and gingerly touched the body.

“Reverend makes amazing guitars, no need to compare. And you’re still a student?” Mitch asked before standing back up.

“Grad student actually, but yeah, I’m still a student.”

“It’s an impressive instrument for a student. And in general. She’s a beauty, the guitar. I love the blue you picked.” Y/N smiled and rolled back on her feet like a little kid might do.

“Guys,” Harry cut in, “I’m literally right here.” Mitch and Y/N stopped their guitar conversation and looked at Harry.

“And?” Mitch questioned.

“Hey! I’m the reason we’re here, she should be talking to me, not you.” Harry said defensively. He reached out and grabbed Y/N’s arm, tugging her towards him and away from Mitch.

Y/N pulled away from Harry once she saw what was in his hand. It was a tote, but not just any tote. Her tote. The ones that were being sold at the show.

“Is that my merch?” She asked incredulously.

“Oh this little thing?” Harry said, moving the bag into view. “I’m not sure where I got it. I think at some fair maybe…”

“Don’t let him fool you,” Mitch cut in, “he was adamant about getting some merch.”

“I also got a sweatshirt!”

“This feels fake. Are you sure you guys are real?” Y/N looked between the two men, disbelief had finally set in.

“I’m pretty sure we’re real.” Harry once again took Y/N’s hand and poked his arm with hers. “Yep, I’m real.”

“I’m not sure if this is weird, and you can totally say no, but can I hug you? Just to make sure you’re real of course.”

A small laugh came from Harry, a smile staying on his face while he answered her question, “Of course you can.” And he pulled Y/N in for a hug

Y/N, Harry, and Mitch ended up staying backstage and talking for the rest of the night with Auden mysteriously reappearing at some point. She thought that meeting Mitch would have been more nerve wracking but it ended up being Harry who she was more nervous to speak to.

It was easy with Mitch because the two of them talked shop most of the time, but when it came to Harry, Y/N wasn’t sure what to say. She felt that they had spoken about most things via messages and her mind came up blank every time she spoke to him. Y/N was fairly certain she said, “thank you for coming, it really means a lot” around 10 times. Meeting Harry felt like hanging out with a classmate that you only talked to during class and never outside of it.

Thankfully Auden was able to help with the awkwardness that Y/N felt, and the conversation eventually became smoother. The four of them ended up talking until sometime around 1:30 A.M. which meant Y/N dragged herself back to her apartment around 2. She was so tired that her eyes were drooping and she had to consciously think about keeping them open. Y/N sped through her nighttime routine before she collapsed onto her bed and fell asleep immediately.

FAN CONCERT POST:

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Y/NFan GUYS i finally saw Y/N live 🥹🥹 it was such a magical experience that I’ll never forget. @areyoulistening thank you for such a wonderful night.

areyoulistening ahhh devon!!! thank you so much for coming. I’m so glad I finally got to meet you in person!! 🤍🤍

↳ fannn STOP SHE KNOWS YOU BY NAME??

↳ Y/NFan She does 😭😭 she’s followed me since the beginning @fannn

fanpage04 I WAS THERE TOO!! I SWEAR I saw Harry on the lower level.

↳ y/nisbae WAIT HOW TF WERE WE ALL THERE 💀 I saw him buying merch 😭😭

↳ fanpage04 we love a supportive king 🤴😩 @y/nisbae

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[sweatandwoe]

Blog Recommendations

Hello all, I decided to post a fic (coming out later tonight) to celebrate 2k followers, but also I wanted to recommend some blogs, cause 1. This other creators are amazing and 2. I wanna see milestone work

These aren't in any particular order and I'll put a brief blurb beside each one just to explain what they're about

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[bitchyglitterfox]

Stuck - Robin Buckley x F!Reader

Warning: Fear of heights, Fluff, kissing

A/n: i thought this would be great lil blurb since I've posted sadness and angst, so here you go, hope you all enjoy.

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“Go to the fair they said, it'll be fun they said!” I huff, “Well it aint fun considering we are stuck at the very top!”

“Don't worry Y/n, they said they would fix it as soon as possible” Robin says while grabbing a hold of my hand, calming me down a bit.

“Hey! How are you guys doing up there?!” Steve  asks from underneath, Jonathan and Nancy are standing next to him.

Robin begins to lean forward to respond causing the cart to move.

“Please don't do that.” I say grabbing her hand and closing my eyes.

“Right, i forgot about your fear of heights, sorry” she says leaning off the side of the cart instead to give them a response.

“Aish! I’m stuck here too ya know!” says Dustin from below us, “Steve did you get my pretzel?” 

The two then continue a conversation about how it would be cold by the time we got down so he can get one after we are saved.

“You know I thought these were supposed to be romantic, I mean that's the reason I brought you up here” Robin says looking at me.

I can feel the blush creep up my neck and appear on my cheeks.

“W-what?” I try to swallow to make my throat and mouth less dry.

“How do I put this, I like you Y/n and I wanted to confess when we stopped here but instead we got stuck.”

Robin Buckley, the girl I've been friends with since middle school. The girl i’ve been in love with since 2nd year of high school is confessing to me? Me? On a stuck ferris wheel. If I didn't know any better I'd say we were in some cheesy romance movie. 

“I- Robin-” I begin but I'm cut off.

“It’s ok if you don't feel the same Y/n, I just needed to get it off my chest” she rambles off looking the other way. Under the carnival lights I can see a faint blush. I feel mine getting deeper and hotter.

I interlock our fingers.

“Robin you didn’t let me finish, what I was going to say before you so rudely interrupted. I like you too and I have since 2nd year” I say giggling while seeing her face lit up and seeing her cute little smile.

“Well, when we get out of here can I take you out on a real date? One without the others?”

“Yeah, I’d like that. And Robin?”

“Yeah?” She says looking at me with stars in her eyes.

I begin to lean in, she does the same. My eyes are closed and just as we are about to have our lips meet in the middle the ferris wheel begins to move forward causing us to both pull apart before our friends can see us.

“Finally! I’m hungry!” Dustin yells hopping out of his cart.

Robin and I are finally freed from our own cart and hang behind the others as they go get Dustin his beloved pretzel.

Our hands brush one another finally interlocking once again.

The rest of the night goes by in a flash, however neither of us talk about the almost kiss we shared on the ferris wheel.

Currently in the back seat of Steve’s car as the other 4 are in their own conversations as Dustin sleeps against the window. We pull to the sidewalk of my apartment. And Steve turns off the car, Robin gets out and walks me to the front door.

“I had a lot of fun today with you and the gang Robin.” I say leaning against my front door.

“I did too but I wanted to give you something.”

“Wha-” before I could finish the word her lips were against mine. Her lips were soft. The feeling of our lips molding together was perfect until a voice yelled from the car.

“Come on Robs! We're all tired, kiss Y/n more tomorrow!” A sleepy Dustin calls from the car. 

We have one quick peck and I turn my key in the lock. Tonight sure was wonderful and I have it all thanks to a Ferris Wheel.

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[elliesflower]

hello all you lovely beautiful wonderful amazing incredible show-stopping spectacular never-been-done-before people who follow me,

i’d like to share something a lil personal with you all, if that’s alright. tw for mental health talk below

i have loved the last of us since i first played it back in 2014. i was absolutely enamored by the story, the characters, the overwhelming, conflicting feelings of joy and pain i felt while playing, all of it. i absorbed every little bit of knowledge i could about the games, about the lore—i was so happy to have a little world i could escape to when nothing felt right in my life. while it has always been a constant joy in my life, it has been my main hyperfixation for the last three years now.

i used to write for a few different fandoms, and i only fairly recently built up the courage to share my writings with you all, in this community. the overwhelming amount of kind messages and comments i have received have been more than i could have ever dreamed possible. you all make this such an amazing part of my life and for that i am so grateful—that you enjoy my writing, that you want me to continue writing them, and that you are excited for me to put out new works. i struggle a lot with imposter syndrome, and i often feel like i am not putting my best foot forward, but i still appreciate it more than you all will ever understand, that people take the time out of their day to read my works and actually enjoy them.

when i first started writing for this fandom, in late october of last year, i was at the absolute lowest point in my life. i was hospitalized, briefly, before being put into an iop program to treat my mental health. shortly after i got out of the hospital is when i began writing i saw you in a dream. it was my perfect little dream world, in which i could escape to my silly little alternate reality, awkwardly flirting with ellie and feeling this immense amount of joy that only writing could bring me. i didn’t expect anyone but my best friend to read my stuff, honestly, so every single like/reblog/kudo/comment i received literally made me tear up. i couldn’t believe my eyes, as the number of notes grew, from 1, to 20, to 100, to over 700 on one of my little blurbs. still, to this day, i know i have said it a million times before, and literally probably twice already in this lil ramble but i am so so so grateful and appreciative of each and every person who has interacted with any of my works, and to the friends i have made along the way.

i am saying all this because i feel like i owe you all a little explanation. i know im a little flaky on my promises, which is not very cool of me :( i try my best to write as much as i can, but i only recently returned to work after my program, and it’s been really hard on me, mentally. and i’m not saying this for any kind of pity at all, i swear!!!! (i’m a big girl, really!!) ((well, that’s debatable, but i like to think i am!!!). i just want to explain why i have slowed down on the frequency of my writing, and posting. as someone with both adhd and autism, i struggle with a lot of basic everyday tasks already, so adding work back into the mix has been chaotic, to say the least.

ANYWAYS, TLDR; this is kinda just…a big, long, roundabout way of saying i unfortunately will not be posting the next chapter of i saw you in a dream tonight, per say, but it is in the works, and THAT is a promise :)

i love you all, so so so so much. thank you for being here. and for reading this far, if you made it through my rambling. <3

#this got a little long so sorry about that #but i do love you guys #and i am sorry #:( #i will never apologize for my mental health but i will for breaking promises