Big 4

“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

i should be allowed to sleep with an emotional support grumpy 200 year old dilf with swoopy kitty hair tuffs who could kill me in an instant but has undying love for me despite all the scars in his heart for cuddling and horny purposes, i think i deserve it

Well, on the upside I know the fanfic is going to go so hard after this

If I ever get these men in my claws I will transform into the ultimate freak

To Fight with Fire

Part One here

Five minutes.

This was the tenth time you had awoken into a dream and not into the viewing gallery you’d made inside your head. Today, you’d fallen asleep in front of the TV, watching a crime procedural. Tonight, you’d ‘awoken’ in a stereotypical interrogation room, handcuffed to the pale, dark-haired man who had stolen your dreams from you. Sometimes he spoke, sometimes he circled the dream watching, and twice he’d sat silently next to you in your cinema. All he’d done today was stare intensely at you, like he was trying to pick into your soul, searching for something.

Four minutes, twenty-five seconds.

There was a bomb on top of the table. Your eyes darted to it, panic at the red flashing numbers. You turned back to the man of your dreams. Despite his constantly pouting face, which might have looked ridiculous on any other man, he was terrifying. Eternity stretched in starlight eyes, and you knew the limits of your imagination could not have created him. More terrifying than him, more terrifying than the bomb on the table, was the idea this man was real.

Three minutes, fifty-nine seconds.

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