beaker1636

[beaker1636]

Hi, are you ever planning on finishing the alphabet game? If not that’s cool, but i was wondering if you were

I really do fully intend to finish everything I’ve written, life has just kicked my ass and not in a good way this year.

A relationship I never saw ending has ended, my sons grandpa had stage 4 cancer and had had multiple surgeries and other issues come up, we had to close one of our family businesses and the other will be closing in a month or two.

I promise I haven’t abandoned my blog or my works I’m just struggling to keep my head above water and it’s been this way since about March of 2024, those of you who have reached out I appreciate more than you know!

But I do fully intend to one day finish up the alphabet game, scavenger hunt and my vampire series :)

[beaker1636]

Hey

I just want to ask if you’re planning on continuing your story The Scavenger Hunt? It’s been so long since the last update and I remember I loved reading it.

Funny you should say that I was just thinking about it today before I read this! My plans are to finish all my current works in progress and worry about other things later so definitely keep an eye out.

Right now I’m swamped at work and working stupid amounts of overtime but I do have plans to still finish :)

[beaker1636]

Hopefully 2025 will be better

I have high hopes!!

[beaker1636]

Have you come back to Tumblr though?

If you know anyone who does do share, it's like I've read all that's on Tumblr

If I see someone who does I absolutely will! And I’m slowly coming back, last year was absolutely awful for me but things are finally calming down.

My father in law had major health issues that had us constantly busy, things went south with my husband…. Things went to shit with my job.

Last year wasn’t my year but I’m praying this year will be better! My first goal is finishing the alphabet game :)

[beaker1636]

Do you write for Sleep Token?

That would be awsomeee!!!! Pleasee!!

I don’t unfortunately, I’m not too familiar with them and honestly don’t have much interest with them…. Can’t get into their music or anything.

I’m sorry!!

[beaker1636]

Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic

Yes please! I’ll admit, I’m easily distracted and slow to respond at times, but I’m always delighted to talk fics! 💙

[beaker1636]

Q is for Quickie - Ryan

AN: I'm back bitches, the first thing I have written in almost a year, so its a little rough.... but I am back and ready to go! Love all of you who have shown me love and support through everything!

Everyone arrives at the festival, wandering around and enjoying the day as it won’t be until the end of the night that the boys perform, getting to be headliners this time around which is also exciting. The entire group walked around to enjoy some time together, the girls having drinks together while watching, the boys getting to enjoy the other group's shows while they waited around for their turn.  It is a wonderful summer day and everyone is enjoying spending this time together. 

Vinny had already assigned Ryan his letter, which was Quickie because he wasn’t honestly sure what else he could give them while they are away from home in a public facility place, they might find time that they could hide, hopefully they can but Vinny decided to not be a complete asshole with his next letter.  Ryan and Ariana are both grateful for this, knowing they likely will get the chance to get to it without getting caught or worse.  

That has led to where they are currently, Ariana grabbing his hand and dragging him away to the band's merch trailer now that it is empty and the table is set up at the venue.  Her lips quickly find him as she pushes him up against the wall of it, their lips clashing with each other, moving aggressively against  one anothers as they take their chance while the rest of their friends are watching the band that is currently playing.  

His fingers trail up her thighs, pulling her panties to the side as he starts to run his fingers along her folds.  Wanting to make sure that she is wet and ready for him before they start this.  He continues to tease her as they kiss before he moves, turning them around to push her back against the wall of the trailer, taking control of this.

His hand is back against her folds as he continues his previous movements, realizing rather quickly that she is turned on by this, the thought of possibly getting caught by someone on the crew or in the band, as she grows wet for him rather quickly.  Letting out soft moans as he continues, his fingers moving up towards her clit, teasing her as she gasps against his lips.  Her hips moving with his touches, seeking the sensations he is currently giving her with just his fingers, growing impatient.

“Fuck, Ry, we probably don’t have long before someone is either looking for you or they are needing something.  We’ve gotta, fuck” she groans, her mind struggling to think straight the way he is touching her.

“Shhh Ari, let me do this.  Let me enjoy this for a moment.  I doubt anyone is going to need me for  a while, we're the headliners tonight, we don’t go on for hours yet.” He murmurs softly against her neck, leaving light kisses on the skin there as he continues to focus on her at the moment.  Wanting her to get pleasure and enjoyment out of this as much as he will in a bit. “Trust me”

She whimpers, tilting her head to give him easier access as he continues the light kisses, his fingers finally where she needs them.  Feeling two of them now inside of her as he starts to work her, his thumb on her clit.  

“Come on Ari, shut your mind off…. Just feel” he whispers, trying to help her relax.  Wanting her to just let go and feel.

He can feel when she finally relaxes, letting go as she leans against the wall of the trailer with a soft moan.  Each flick of his wrist starts to feel better and better as he continues, feeling her toes curl as she starts to let go.

“That’s it, give in Ari, come for me” he murmurs against her neck, trying to coax her over the edge with a particularly rough thrust of his hand feeling her clench around his fingers as he does.  A few more like that and she does, falling over the edge with a moan, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath for a moment.

Reaching a hand down for him, taking his length in her hand as she strokes him a few times, wanting to make sure he is hard and ready for this.  Smiling when she hears him groan as she unzips his jeans, lowering them and his boxers just enough to pull his cock out.

“Don’t need anyone seeing too much if they stop in, do we?” She says softly, giggling when he suddenly moves to lift her onto a bench that is in the trailer.  

Ryan moves to line himself up with her entrance as he leans forward to kiss her.  Their lips melding together as they take a moment to just kiss, get lost in each other before he finally enters her.  Both of them letting out a groan as he does, the sudden contact bringing both of them a spark of pleasure.  

Ryan wastes no time as he starts to thrust into her, her legs wrapping around his waist as he does, wanting to be as close to each other as they can be right now.  Both of them are secretly a little aroused at the thought that they could be caught at any moment by someone on the crew or one of the other guys back here, knowing they'll have this memory of doing this in what is technically a work space for him.

He shifts slightly, hitting a new spot that has her letting out a groan. 

“Fuck, right there Ry” she says, letting out a moan as he takes the hint and makes sure to keep hitting that spot. 

Knowing that he is close, and not wanting to finish without her he reaches down between the two of them, finding her clit with his thumb now.   Wanting to pull her over the edge with him as they both start to let go, another moan falls from her lips as she feels it building again.  She leans forward enough to pull him into another kiss as he continues, stiffening against him as she falls over the edge yet again, coming undone in his arms as he does himself, releasing inside of her with a groan.

Both of them take a moment to catch their breath before moving to try and compose themselves, running their fingers through one another's hair in an attempt to hopefully make sure it's not too obvious what they just did.

“Good thing you wore a skirt, made it easier to just take you” he teases, watching as she steps out of the trailer.  The evidence of what they have just done is still in her panties as she lets out a sigh, finding the building where their green room was so she can attempt to clean that up.

“Yeah except now I have to walk like this the rest of the night, or take my panties off and hope nobody accidentally gets a show” She grumbles, slightly annoyed at the prospect of someone figuring it out… but it only takes a few seconds before one of the merch girls walks by them to step inside that trailer to grab another bin they need for something that is selling better than they expected.

“Fuck, why does it smell like someone just had sex in here” they hear her say, making them both go wide eyed and walk a bit faster towards the green room so that they hopefully aren’t caught as the being the reason why it does. Sharing a knowing grin with one another as they do.

[beaker1636]

Send this to all your favourite moots and pass the pumpkin round! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING 🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃 🖤🎃

Love you @tearfallpixie

[beaker1636]

Love it! You killed it!

MERCY

Year 2016—In the heart of a crumbling city where neon lights barely pierced through the relentless fog, there existed a secret world unseen by mortal eyes. This world thrived in the shadowy corners of forgotten alleys and beneath the facade of nightclubs where the music was always a touch too loud and the drinks were always a bit too strong.

Mercy was not just a name, but a curse and a promise wrapped in flesh and bone. She had walked the earth for centuries, a vampire with an ethereal beauty and an unnerving air of melancholy. Her eyes, a deep dull gray that glowed faintly in the dark, spoke of a past filled with betrayal and loss. She roamed the city’s darkened streets, an eternal wanderer, searching for solace she knew she might never find.

The city’s inhabitants knew her only as an enigmatic figure who frequented the most exclusive clubs and high-end lounges. The more perceptive among them whispered about her immortality, but no one truly understood her. Mercy had become a ghost story, a legend told to keep the curious at bay.

One night, as the fog clung to the city like a shroud, Mercy found herself in a dimly lit bar she had never visited before. The music was a mournful tune, resonating with the same haunting quality that echoed her own despair. The singer, a young man with a voice raw from too many broken dreams, captivated her. His songs spoke of lost loves and the unbearable weight of longing—feelings Mercy knew all too well.

His name was Noah, and there was something about him that drew Mercy in, not just his voice but his palpable pain. She watched him from the shadows, her heart aching with a pain she thought had long been numbed by the years. She was used to being a predator, but tonight, she felt like a spectator in her own life.

After the performance, Noah’s gaze met hers briefly, and in that fleeting moment, something passed between them—an unspoken recognition of shared suffering. Mercy followed him outside, where the fog seemed to press in closer, wrapping them in its cold embrace.

"You're different," Noah said, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes, though tired, held a fierce light. "I've seen many people, but you... you're not like the others."

Mercy regarded him with a mix of sadness and curiosity. "What makes you say that?"

"Your eyes," he replied. "They’re old. They’ve seen too much."

Mercy was taken aback. Most people saw only the surface, never the depths. "And what do you see in them?"

"Regret," Noah said softly. "And a longing for something lost."

They talked for hours, the conversation flowing as effortlessly as the night air. Noah’s words were a balm to Mercy’s wounded soul, and for the first time in years, she felt a flicker of hope. The connection between them was undeniable, a thread of understanding woven through their shared pain.

Yet, in the midst of their budding connection, a dark truth loomed. Mercy was not just a vampire, but a being bound by ancient rules and a curse she could not escape. Her longing for a normal life, for love, was forever tainted by the shadows of her existence. She knew that to truly connect with Noah would mean revealing her darkest secrets—a risk she was afraid to take.

As days turned into weeks, Noah’s presence became both a comfort and a torment. Mercy found herself at a crossroads, torn between the desire for a genuine connection and the fear of exposing her true self. She avoided Noah, withdrawing into the shadows of her solitary existence.

One fateful night, Noah confronted her, his face a mixture of anguish and determination. "You can’t keep running from this," he said. "I know there’s something you’re not telling me. I can feel it."

Mercy’s heart shattered as she revealed her true nature, her voice breaking as she spoke of centuries of loneliness and the endless hunger that defined her existence. She watched as Noah’s eyes widened in shock and fear, his disbelief palpable.

"I never wanted this for you," Mercy said, tears mixing with the night’s mist. "I only wanted to protect you from the darkness I carry. There's a candle melting and it's burning at both ends."

Noah, despite his fear, reached out to her. "I don’t care what you are. I care about what you’ve become. You’ve shown me that even in the darkest places, there’s a chance for light."

In that moment, Mercy realized that perhaps the greatest mercy was not in her own salvation but in the acceptance and love she had found, even if it came with a price. The fog of the city seemed to lift slightly, revealing a glimpse of the dawn.

Mercy and Noah's story was not one of a fairy-tale ending but of an eternal journey. They parted ways with a promise of hope and a mutual understanding that, sometimes, even in the endless night, there is a spark that can light the way. And though Mercy remained a creature of the shadows, she carried with her the light of a love that transcended the boundaries of her cursed existence.

[beaker1636]

Saw this and my first thought was girl dinner 🤣🤣🤣

Why does he do this? I just want to smack him and yell at him to put a shirt on! He's so frustrating!

I'm really just kidding

I can't look at this man and not lust. I'm sorry Not sorry

[beaker1636]

Sure, why not?

soft asks to get to know people

what song makes you feel better?

what’s your feel-good movie?

what’s your favorite candle scent?

what flower would you like to be given?

who do you feel most you around?

say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).

what color brings you peace?

tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good. 

what calms you down?

what’s something you’re excited for?

what’s your ideal date?

how are you?

what’s your comfort food?

favorite feel-good show?

for every emoji you get, tag someone and describe them in one word.

compliment the person who sent you this number.

fairy lights or LED lights?

do you still love stuffed animals?

most important thing in your life?

what do you want most in the world right now?

if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?

what would you say to your future self?

favorite piece of clothing?

what’s something you do to de-stress?

what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.)

what movie would you want to live in?

which character would you want to be?

hugs or hand-holding?

morning, afternoon or night?

what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?

[beaker1636]

Okay yall I’m wanting to start writing again but I’m struggling with ideas and don’t necessarily wanting to go straight back into my long part stories…..

First two requests I get I’ll be doing! Let’s go!

[beaker1636]

Hi are you still taking requests

Stories no, headcanons yes

[beaker1636]

You made my day! Glad you liked it!!

Tied Up - Noah Sebastian Smut

AN: Here we go, Noah bondage smut. Tied up with Christmas lights, not much of a plot, just straight up smut. Hope ya'll enjoyed this as much as I did writing it because I got into this one 🤣🤣🤣

“Why are you standing at my front door with several strands of Christmas lights?” You ask your boyfriend Noah, eyeing him suspiciously as you open the door.

He isn’t big on holidays, Christmas in particular so this is really out of character for him.  In fact when you were putting up your decorations in your house last night he watched you, refusing to have any part in it and just sat there.  It was a whole fight, you were upset feeling like you did it all yourself while he didn’t understand why you were upset.  Ultimately it led to him storming out and going home, and you not feeling in the mood to finish your decorating and putting the tree up anymore so there it sits, nothing on it.

“Well I believe last night I told you to lighten up… and you told me to get into the holiday spirit so I come with a bit of a peace offering, and maybe some fun,” he gives you a sheepish grin when he steps into your house, hoping that you aren’t too angry with him from last night.

“Okay… and that is?” You question, eyeing him closely as you try to read his mind and figure out what he is getting at.

“Well you liked that one time when I tied you up right? So do you want to do it again? Only this time we would maybe use the string lights? Let me show you how sorry I am and that I am trying to get into the Christmas mood for you?” 

At this point he has moved so he is standing over you, your back against the wall as he looks down at you, leaning in so close that his breath is ghosting over your ear and neck as he speaks.

“Let me make you feel good tonight baby, make up for last night.”

You swallow, suddenly more turned on than you probably should be at the thought of what he wants to do to you, and honestly you are unwilling to admit that to him.

“You think tying me up with Christmas lights will somehow make up for the fight you caused last night?” you question, trying to hide of for the obvious arousal you are feeling thanks to the man blocking you in.

“No, but the multiple orgasms I plan to give you might… and we both know how much you love it when I push you around, turn you into my little whore,” he whispers in your ear.

He brushes your hair off your shoulder on one side so that he can have access to your throat, leaving a light kiss before nibbling on the flesh there, causing you to let out a breathy moan as you press your legs together, telling him all he needs to know.  That you want this even if you are trying to fight that you do.

“See, you want this just as much as I do.  And think about how pretty you will look with nothing but these glowing against your skin as you fall apart on my tongue,” he slowly steps back from you, giving you the chance to turn him down but you don’t .  Instead you find yourself nodding at him, giving in to what he wants.

“Good girl, let’s go to your room then,” he smirks at you as he begins leading you towards your bedroom, setting the bag down and then turning towards you.

He makes his way towards you, backing you against the wall before his lips find yours, much gentler than you are expecting them to be as they slowly draw you into the moment.  Noah can tell that you are a little wound tight still, that he needs you to relax before he starts to bind you, so that is what he is currently working on.  Kissing you gently as he slowly guides you towards your bed, slowly lifting the shirt you have on above his head, not missing that it is one of his own but choosing to ignore that fact for now.  Your bra eventually follows, leaving you in only your panties in front of him as he continues.

He pulls away after he has you sit on the bed, that way he can plug the first strand in before sitting behind you, leaving kisses along your neck as he slowly brings your arms behind your back.  Wrapping the cord around your wrists and gently binding them, making sure they aren’t so tight they’re digging into your skin.

“You look so pretty like this baby, the lights glowing against your skin,” he praises softly before moving to stand in front of you.  Helping you to your knees in front of him before he kicks his sweatpants off, his erect cock now standing at full attention in front of your face as he strokes it, watching you.

“Open your mouth for me, fuck, that’s it,” he groans as you do, leaning forward slightly so you can take the head into your mouth.

You swirl your tongue around the head before leaving a couple teasing licks along the slit, wanting to drive him crazy with your mouth.  He gladly lets you do it for a few moments, enjoying as he watches closely while your lips slowly lower on his dick, you bobbing your head as you begin to take more of him.

Fuck, he loves watching you when you blow him but it’s even better watching you do so while your hands are behind your back, knowing that you can’t pull yourself away from him even if you had wanted to.

He soon grows tired of this, of you barely taking him as, so he pulls your head down to make you take all of him at once, holding you there with a groan when he can feel your throat constrict around him. Tears building in your eyes as you choke around him before he lets you go, giving you a moment to catch your breath before giving an experimental roll of his hips to see if you accept it without complaint before he begins to do so.

“Can I fuck your pretty mouth tonight baby?” He asks, waiting for you to indicate it is okay.

When you nod your head he thrusts into your mouth again, starting slowly so you can get used to it before he begins going harder.  Letting out low groans as he seeks his own pleasure, letting you know how good you are at taking him as he continues until he draws close.  

Right before he finishes he pulls himself out of your mouth with a pop, moving so he can help you get back up off the floor and having you kick your panties off before laying down on the bed for him. 

“Are you still fine with your hands being behind your back? I can move them if this is too uncomfortable while I am doing your ankles,” he asks, looking up at you from where he stands at the foot of the bed.  

“I’m fine,” you answer, watching him closely as he takes your ankles, tying each one to one of your bed posts with more strands of the lights, you watching him as he does.

When you’re secure he looks up at you with a smirk, really enjoying the view of you all spread open, at his mercy to do as he pleases.  He can edge you all night if he chose, or make you finish over and over if he chose to.  He enjoys having this power over you, getting to do as he pleases while you just lay there and take it.

He leans over you, giving you a light kiss before he begins to trail his lips down your throat.  Leaving little marks as he goes, loving the bruises he is leaving along your skin, reminders of who you belong to that’ll stay for the next few days.  He knows you’ll probably be pissed when you realize that he left a couple in visible places, but that is a fight he is willing to deal with later.

You let out a gasp when his lips dip lower, taking one of your nipples in his mouth. Swirling his tongue around it, then lightly biting down as you let out a breathy moan, feeling yourself growing more and more wet with each pass of his tongue across the sensitive peak while his fingers roll the other one between his fingers. Building you up, teasing you relentlessly, wanting you aching for his touch between your thighs before he ever makes it there.

He slowly begins to trail his lips down your torso, but skips from your belly to your thighs, passing over the place that you currently want him most.  Chuckling against your skin when you whine from the lack of contact.

“Patience, this will all be worth it,” he says softly before biting down on your thigh, leaving a mark where he was before he pulls away.

Looking up at your face from between your thighs as he runs a finger through your folds, gathering some of your arousal on it before circling your clit with it, you almost instantly whimper at the contact, at how great the simple act feels.

“Fuck, you’re this wet and all I’ve really done is play with you tits,” he says in amazement, but mostly to himself, almost blown away at how big of a mess he is currently making of you with barely any contact. “Do you want me to use my mouth or my fingers on you first?”

He continues to barely brush your clit as he asks, enjoying when you try to squirm from his movements but can’t.  Enjoying when you realize that it is useless and he can see the frustration cross your face.

When you don’t respond you are met with a stinging slap to your thigh, making you gasp as you shift your hips slightly.

“I believe I asked you a question princess.  How do you want me to make you cum the first time hmm?” He asks you again, now glaring at you from where he is, irritated that you aren’t responding like you are supposed to be.

“I, I want your mouth on me, please?” You ask, turning slightly red as you blush from the embarrassment of being forced to ask him for what you want.  The two of you have done so many things like this but you still don’t like voicing what you want from him, and you are starting to think you never will be comfortable with dirty talk in any capacity.

“That’s better, thank you,” he says.  

He leans down and dives right in, using his tongue to run it from your hole to your clit several times, making you impatient before he finally wraps his lips around your clit and sucks it harshly.  Making you moan and attempt to shift your hips but finding you are unable to.

“Be good and stay still or I’ll stop,” he mumbles before smugly running his tongue across your clit again.  He pulls away long enough to smirk when he sees how wet you are, watching as you begin to drip on your thighs, knowing that it is him and him alone that is turning you into an absolute mess.  

His tongue traced the line of liquid up your thigh, loving the taste of you before he sucks on your clit again, his tongue running circles on it as his lips continue to stay wrapped around it, making you let out a gasp, finding yourself growing close at his actions.  You try your hardest to stay still, to not move at all as your high hits you but you fail, arching your back when you cum against his lips without much warning.  Instantly feeling guilty you broke the rule that he gave you.

“Shit, that was beautiful.  Should I make you cum again princess? I think maybe I should make you with my fingers too, and then my cock.  What do you think?” He asks you, smirking up at you as your breathing evens out after you finally come back down from the high he just gave you.

“Please?” you ask softly, not really having it in you to say much else but knowing that he won’t accept just a nod for an answer right now.

He dips his head back down, lightly running his tongue over your sensitive clit before abruptly slipping two of his fingers inside of you. You are so wet that he is met with almost no resistance as he sinks them inside of you.  He pulls his hand back only to thrust his fingers back inside of you, rough, as he pulls his mouth away from you.  

He wants to watch your face as you come undone for him again, to see how much pleasure he can bring you with just his hand.

He continues to thrust his fingers inside of you, rough and unforgiving as his thumb begins to rub your clit, adding to the building orgasm that you can feel creeping up on you.  Loving the little sounds that keep dropping out of your mouth as you try to hold back the feeling you are currently experiencing.  He gives you a particularly hard thrust out of nowhere, you moaning at the sensation, at the sting. 

His thrusts of his fingers getting rougher and rougher as the pressure on your clit increases, you finding it hard to keep quiet this time as he pulls you closer and closer to the edge.  He leans up to give you a kiss as he continues, you tasting yourself on his lips as he pulls you over the edge, your second orgasm of the night hitting you harshly.  Him slowing down his movements as you ride it out before halting, giving you several light kisses as you come back down, telling you how amazing you are doing.

“Okay, are you ready for my cock?” He asks you, leaning down to untie your legs. 

When you nod, giving him the okay, he flips you onto your stomach, your hands still tied as he pushes your face down into the mattress while your ass is up.

“I’m going to be rough with you, let me know if it is too much,” he says, pressing one last gentle kiss against your shoulder before he pulls back. Appreciating the view in front of him, how smooth your skin is under his hands.

He is able to see just how wet you are, coating your thighs and glistening in the light of the room.  It pleases him to no end that he is the reason why you are this way, that it is him that you are craving so badly right now.

Without a warning he pushes inside of you, making you cry out both from surprise but also the slight sting of pain as his hard cock stretches you out. No matter how many times you have taken him it still feels so wonderful when he first enters you.  Both of you groan at the feeling as he begins to thrust, deep but forceful dispute the fact that he is begging slowly.

One hand resting on your hips as he brings your body back into his as he pushes forward, each thrust getting harder and harder as he goes, watching how your body jolts and moves with each thrust of his hips against yours.  

Your body feels amazing around him, how wet you are, the way that you are clenching around him, shit it has him close.  He knows that he will not last long from this but judging how you are clenching around him and moaning, he doesn’t think that you are going to last too long either.

Snaking a hand down underneath you he begins to rub your clit again, wanting, no needing to make you finish one last time before he does.  Wanting to stay true to his word about making you fall apart with his mouth, hand and cock like he threatened earlier. Wanting to feel you cum around him, milking him for his own release.

You are so overstimulated from already finishing twice that it doesn’t take much, you falling apart one last time within seconds of him finding your clit, collapsing down on the bed as he continues to ram his hips into yours chasing his own release now.  He groans, slowing his movements down as he finishes inside of you before stilling.  Watching closely at how his cum slowly leaks out of you as he pulls out, moving to untie your wrists for you.

Once you are untied you roll over, staring at the ceiling as your chest heaves, trying to catch your breath as he lays next to you, his head on your shoulder.  You don’t say anything as you lay there, turning your head so that you could kiss him.

He whispers praises to you, telling you how good you did and how beautiful you looked all tied up before getting up and returning with a washcloth, cleaning the mess you both left on your thighs off before glancing at you.

“Why don’t you settle into a warm shower, help soothe your muscles that are probably aching at this point while I change your sheets.  I’ll join you in a couple minutes baby,” he says softly, rubbing the red marks that are on your wrists as he helps you up off the bed.

“That sounds wonderful, I’ll see you in a few minutes, I love you” you say softly, giving him a kiss before you make your way to the bathroom.  The fight from the night before is not forgotten, but figuring that it isn’t worth worrying about tonight.  

[beaker1636]

Letter Q will be up tonight or tomorrow!!

[beaker1636]

…. Started writing Q of the alphabet game today, first thing I’ve written in honestly about 2 months…. I promise I’m working on coming back 😁

[beaker1636]

I hope you're doing well and you'll be back to writing soon

We miss you and your work💜🖤

Thank you 😊 things are starting to look up slowly but surely. After being sick almost a month and a half, my father in law having major surgery and health issues, and just lots of family stuff it’s been crazy but I’m hoping to get back to it soon!

I genuinely miss it but unfortunately sometimes life happens and you’ve gotta focus on the important things :)