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Reblog if you are a fanfiction author and would like your readers to put one of your fic titles in your ask + questions about it
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I be like “idc” then have an anxiety attack.
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As a lesbian I find it very unsexy to be sitting alone with no wife to cuddle
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Good night. I hope you sleep well 💕
Sweet dreams!
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Awe thank you so much ❤️ same to you darling
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things that mean a lot to me but I will never mention:
• goodnight/ goodmorning texts
• I miss you’s
• I hope you’re okay’s
• thinking about you
• when someone goes out of their way to show you they care
• when someone shows a real interest in you
• feeling wanted
• feeling like what you feel is validated
•feeling important
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omg you did not disappoint 🥺 i am the anon that requested the angsty sally fic. It’s amazing! Tears in my eyes 🥺 thank you for writing that so beautifully
I’m glad you liked it bby 🥰❤️
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she’s coming in from the cold, let her hands warm up [s.m.]
sally mckenna x fem!reader
requested: angst prom 16 “do the drugs still get you high” with sally [anon]
disclaimer: strong language, sexual nature, mentions of drug use
note: this is pure angst that, hopefully, will break my writers block
Stumbling into your room at the Cortez, your fingers trembled through the tangled locks of your hair. God, you felt like hell on legs; and not the good kind.
Your feet were swollen, the heels doing wonders at forcing a dull ache into the sole of your feet. Your legs were cold from the skirted work uniform, leaving a prompt trail of goosebumps down the delicate flesh of your thigh. You had chewed your lips raw, a habit that had been hard to shake after all these years.
Working at the local diner felt like being pregnant except there was no hope of finally going on maternity leave.
You could hear shuffling inside your room, not an uncommon sound. Between whatever was in the walls of the Cortez and Sally always being in and out of the room, it always felt like something was moving, shifting, creaking.
You kicked your heels off at the door, listening for the door lock to click as you turned it between your unsteady fingers.
A soft hiss fell from somewhere.
“Sally?” You called for the woman in the dark abyss of the room. The shuffling stopped at the sound of your gentle voice unhinging from your aching throat.
You screeched to a halt at the room’s entry way, not daring to push further as wide eyes stared back at you from the other side of the room. You could, in fact, only see her eyes which stared at you under the glowing light of the moon coming in from the window.
“Sally?” You questioned the unusually quiet older woman, who had never been anything less than enthused with your returning from work.
It wasn’t often that you had not been greeted with an eager kiss or even a ‘did you miss me?’ with that sarcastic smirk across her features.
She was frozen, wordless; staring at you with something unreadable in the darkness.
Your eyes furrowed as you flickered on the lights, blinking softly as your eyes attempted to adjust to the newfound light.
Your eyes flickered from Sally’s, down to her arm where, even in the dingy-yellow light, you could see a needle protruding from the bruised skin. You didn’t know what to say at first, you almost felt as if you were imagining it all.
“Sally.” You spoke calmly, voice echoing without waver, “You prom- you promised me.” If she hadn’t already looked guilty, she certainly did now as your voice cracked under the pressure of your emotions.
She extracted the needle from her arm quickly, “I can explain.” She spoke softly in fear that her voice would betray her. She stood hurriedly, stumbling at the rush of blood in her head at her own sudden movements.
You watched her tremble for a moment, trying to catch her brain up to the movement of her feet. She moved in your vague direction, arms outstretched to greet you.
You dodged her poor attempt at a welcome, scoffing into the quiet air.
It was silent for a moment as she tried desperately to clean up the mess around her. She expected you to yell at her, scream at her but it took her by even more surprise when you sucked in a sharp breath.
“Sally, you come and go in this room as you please. I spend half my nights lying awake wondering if it’s the cop down the hall or some poor traveler off the street that you’re screwing for the night. I do my goddamned hardest to give you a place to come back to each and every time that you turn up unsatisfied. I give you my bed, my affection, my support when no one else will. I give you my fucking body and allow you to use it as you please. And I come here to find you shooting up, in my room, like a broken goddam junkie?”
She paused under the pressure of your words, eyebrows furrowing as tears began cascading down her cheeks. Her head fell between her shoulders, hanging in embarrassment.
“Do the drugs still get you high?” The question caused her to stumble and begin babbling as she searched her empty throat for whatever she needed to say to you. “I just- I missed the feeling is all and...and you were at work and I...”
You cut her off, “Every day, I sit here and fall in love with the idea of you because I know I’ll never have you in the way that I want. I stay at this piece of shit hotel in hopes that one day you’ll finally see the way I feel for you. I wear this stupid fucking ring because even though you get to sleep with god knows who, god forbid I bring someone home to sleep with because you’re so fucking selfish. You won’t even call me your girlfriend to anyone who doesn’t appear to want to fuck me.”
The bite in your tone was pinging in her chest as the words rolled bitterly off your tongue. It was nearly two years of pent up aggression that had been banging at your rib cage for so long.
“And you repay me by shattering the last bit of hope I had for this relationship by fulfilling your filthy habits in my bed.”
She was quiet, swallowing whatever dumb excuse she had surely been trying to conjure up since you walked in. You scoffed at her inability to speak and turned on your heel, “I’m out of here.”
There was a fury of clothing being thrown into a suitcase, Sally watched with watery hooded eyes as she searched for the right words to say.
“They don’t.” She finally spoke over the sound of your rustling. You paused for a moment, contemplating whether or not you were going to look at her. You decided against it, continuing to shovel your clothes into the suitcase on the bed.
She huffed, “Nothing gets me high anymore. Not like you do.”
You let out a laugh that shook your chest, “Now is not the time for your sudden realization of love for me. I’m not falling for that again. Last time fucked me up too much.”
It was silent for a moment until you spoke again, calmly; “Billie Dean was right about you. I should have listened to her.”
Sally hung her head, a sob racking through her otherwise silence. “I do love you.” She pleaded, nearly galloping over to you as you zipped the suitcase. She took both of your hands into hers, desperately searching your eyes for whatever validation she was looking for.
“No you don’t Sally. And I’m not going to wait around for you to.”
It happened so fast; you stomping out of the room with your suitcase and slamming the door behind you. Sally collapsed onto the ground in a fit of sobs and shaking, pleading your name over and over again.
“I do love you. I do.”
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they’re taking Carol off of Netflix and I’m so upset, like why would they do that to me :(
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Send some, I’m having trouble writing rn
50 Angsty Questions Prompt List
“And that makes it okay?”
“Are you afraid to die?”
“What would you do if I didn’t come back?”
“Do you know what it’s like?”
“Hasn’t this addiction done enough damage already?”
“Why are your eyes so red?”
“How do you think this ends?”
“Why would I ever want to be with you?”
“Is that what you think of me?”
“Do you know what a gunshot wound feels like?”
“How am I supposed to go on?”
“Can’t you see how fucked up this is?”
“If I told you I hate you, what would you do?”
“Should you be drinking that much?”
“What if we just crash this car and make it all stop?”
“Do the drugs still get you high?”
“Am I the reason you cry every night?”
“When did you stop loving me?”
“Don’t you think you’ve done enough?”
“How did things go so wrong?”
“When did things fall apart?”
“Which part of me wasn’t enough?”
“How do I make you love me again?”
“How much does it hurt knowing you lost me?”
“We’re you trying to destroy us?”
“How do you want to die?”
“Is the weight of it all finally too heavy?”
“Are you okay with having blood on your hands?”
“How do you sleep at night?”
“Can you still sleep at night?”
“Is being high all the time worth losing everything?”
“Can you feel the blood draining from your body?”
“Do you know how it feels to wish for death every day?”
“Will you miss me at all?”
“Can I have one last kiss?”
“Do you understand what you’ve done?”
“Is this how you thought your life would be?”
“Did you expect this to turn out better?”
“Can you really blame me?”
“How could you do this?”
“Can you be the one to do it?”
“Does this mean what I think it means?”
“Are you leaving?”
“How do we fix this?”
“Would you hate me?”
“Do you want to die?”
“How many more innocent people have to die?”
“Can you promise me no one else has to get hurt?”
“Are you satisfied now…?”
“Do you even know what love feels like?”
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no offense but when people message me or send me asks my heart goes ❤️💓💗💙💝💙💗💕💞💚💘💙💛💘💝💘💚💘💗💙💓💘💝💕💖💜💖💓💛❤️💘💛💝💛💕💘💚💘💙💝💛💘❤️💘💖💚💙💗💚💘💛💘💛💘💚💘💖💚💞💕
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Howdy~
How have you been, dear love? I hope your day went well. I have another question for you what physical things do you find attractive on a person?
Mine are dyed hair, dreads, piercings (especially tongue piercings) and tattoos. And all of them combined is such a yummy combo. 🤤🤤🤤
~Love Dezzie💖✨
Hmmm, I had to think about this one for a second because I really don’t have a lot of specific physical things I find attractive.
It all just depends on the person and the face, ya’know what I mean?
But I guess I can say that I tend to be more attracted to people with freckles. Also I do really like when someone has dyed hair, more specifically an unnatural color like dark blue or purple.
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Greetings! I just wanted to say that I’m in love with your page. I wish you amazing luck and lots of Love 💕
That’s so sweet thank you so much! ❤️❤️
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if you see this post you’re legally obligated to reply to it with your current favorite song
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Howdy~
How've you been, dear love? Well I hope. I have a scientific question for you. What do you think Marie Laveau's kinks are?
~Love Dezzie💖🥰
This is a very scientific question and I’m going to give you a very scientific answer:
I think Marie Laveau definitely has a bit of a god complex so
100% a dom
I feel like she’d be more responsive to being called daddy than being called mommy
I think she might even be into Voyeurism, more specifically having someone else watch her and her partner because she gets a kick out of showing someone the extent of her power
Acarophilia; she LOVES being scratched and scratching
I feel like she’d definitely being into a little degrading but she’ll always be a little scared that she’ll take it too far
I’d say she’d even be into just a TINY bit of fire play, more specifically watching fire reflect in her partners eyes or using fire as a source of light while having sex
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Hi, I love your writing so much, thank you for being here and blessing us with your amazing work <3
That’s so darling of you, it’s my pleasure to share something I love doing with others 🥰
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Everyone go check out all of these amazing writers if you haven’t! ❤️
Hey, I'm new and wanting to read some fics but I didn't know where to start. I love your writing and was wondering if you had any recommendations for fics or writers? Thank you!
ok so this ask made me rlly happy so i may have gotten a little carried away, but it’s ok bc all these people’s fics deserve to be read. so this is like a masterlist of masterlists. 😂
@mssallymckenna masterlist
@supremeinlilac masterlist
@lourdsbitch masterlist
@shineestark masterlist
@grilledcheeseandguavajelly masterlist
@malloryslourd masterlist
@pearplate masterlist
@shootthemessenger masterlist
@billiedeansbottom masterlist
@marvelfansince08love masterlist
@sapphicsarahpaulson masterlist
@lilypadscoven masterlist
@lucyintheskywithxanax masterlist
@duchessfics masterlist
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so I’ve been scrolling through the cordelia x reader hashtag looking for a specific fic
I know it was called “you make me feel like a teenager in love” and I feel like it was yours but it isn’t on your masterlist
am I crazy? was it not yours????
Nope, that doesn’t sound like anything I’ve written but hopefully someone sees this and can help you out! I’m sorry sweetheart! ❤️
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