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Hi there! I just finished reading your nerves fanfic and I am freaking amazed it was incredible!!! I was wondering if you're going to continue the story?
maybe one day but im in my senior year of high school with no laptop so ive been super swamped with school and theatre. hopefully once i get a laptop i can continue nerves. but for now, it will remain unfinished
hey guys,,
im back(?) (maybe)
anywho, send in requests
Wassup my fuck heads? guess who’s back and alive????? ME MOTHERFUCKERS!!!! anyways!!! send in requests because im ready to get back into the jam
send me questions
ayyyy im not dead?? i know ive been super inactive lately but school just started so im all wrapped up in that so once i get to a point where i can begin writing again, i will!!!! in other news!!!! send me questions
Hi sweetie i adore you and your writings so much can you do a brendon angst where the reader is emotionally abused by her family like calling her names and degrading her and then one night her bestfriend brendon sneaks up to the window and talk stuff and ye there goes the confession heated make out wtv then he asks her to pack and move in with him
that sounds a lot similar to my Numb fluff so...
Song: Holding Onto You by twenty one pilots
Artist: Patrick Stump
(A/N) lmao this was really fun to write and im sorry all the Patrick stans out there but just remember, it’s a fic for a reason. I love Patrick and I know he would NEVER do this. I will probably be posting these in between fics when I’m having writer’s block so send in more requests! Anyways, I hope you guys like it ((:
Warnings: !!no smut!!, physical abuse, choking, fainting, very abusive Patrick, name calling, ANGST, blood, cursing,
Word Count: 2K
I slowly woke up as the familiar softness of my sheets surrounded me. The oaky aroma of my bedroom filled my senses as I sat upward. Light footsteps emerged from the hallway and my attention turn toward them. Patrick emerged from behind the wall and smiled at me. My heart dropped and my wrist stung.
“Hi, baby,” He whispered, approaching me as if nothing had happened. My body flinched as he set into the empty space next to me. His arm wrapped around my shoulder and pulled me closer. “How did you sleep?”
“Good,” I answered unsurely. Something was off but I couldn’t quite pin down what it was.
“Good,” He whispered into my hair before planting a kiss on my temple. I didn’t react, only focused on the pain that my wrist was giving off. When I looked down to see a bruise, Patrick rubbed my arm. “Why don’t you go get ready?” He patted his lap and got up to leave the room. I stared at the floor for a bit, trying to find out why my wrist hurt.
sooooo, when is part 4 gonna come out?
when i write it (;
I can draw her if ya want
YES HOE DO IT
what does Rebecca look like?
gah, she’s short, brown curly hair, skinny, pretty face. looks sweet but hella bitchy
