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GUESS WHO GETS TO START WRITING AGAIN IN A FEW WEEKS?!!😃🥹❤️😭❤️❤️❤️

I missed writing so fucking much, but haven’t had the time because of my fuck ass job. I still have requests sitting in my inbox, because I haven’t been able to get to them. My husband finally told me I can move down to part time, so I’ll only be working about 2 maybe three days a week. So I’ll have plenty more time to write!!❤️❤️❤️

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just a heads up to my fellow writers out there that AO3 is currently fighting off bots commenting on people’s works to tell them that AO3 will delete their fics “due to the works being deprecated”, and the deletion will affect their accounts unless the authors delete the fics themselves first. IT IS A SCAM. AO3 will NOT delete your works. please do NOT fall for these bots!

I’ve been told the reason why these bots are doing this is due to copyright infringement issue where they’re trying to steal your works (possibly to train AI but this is just a guess) ‼️‼️‼️and once you deleted your fics, it will be either very difficult or impossible for you to claim ownership of your own fics when they were already deleted.‼️‼️‼️

a reminder that AO3 will never contact you through your comments section (in case they claim to be one of the moderators). AO3 will only contact you through your email address which you use to register your account, and it will be from AO3’s official handle. not some sketchy ass @

so if you get a comment telling you you should “delete your works to protect your account because AO3 is doing blah blah blah” report that comment. don’t delete your works.

PLEASE DO NOT FALL FOR THESE SCAM.

AO3 IS NOT DELETING WORKS.

DO NOT DELETE YOUR WORKS JUST BECAUSE SOMEONE CLAIMS THEY KNOW SOMETHING.

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You should do a part 2 of please!! It’s so good

Honestly I was going to!! I just ended up getting so busy and had no time to write 🥲 hopefully I’ll be able to eventually!

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knocks politely on your inbox door

hi yes would you like a small gift? 💝

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AHHHHHH thank you!!😝🫶🏻😋

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Get ready to read ch.2 of him hoebag! I love you!

Hell yeah can’t wait!!😛

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Baby, please don't go

If I wake up tomorrow, will you still be here?

I don't know

If you feel the way I do

If you leave, I'm gonna find you

Baby, please don't go, go, go, go

This song is such a banger

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Request

Summary: you show up to Noah’s house hurt, and he takes care of you.

Warnings: none.

A/N: sorry yall im a bit rusty 😅

Tags: @liajanecollins-blog

The wipers fought a losing battle against the onslaught of rain. Each swipe cleared the windshield for a fraction of a second before the downpour relentlessly obscured my vision again. The radio crackled with static, occasionally spitting out a warning about flash floods in the area. I should have stayed home.

I was on my way to Noah’s. We had planned a movie night, a tradition we’d upheld for years. But the storm had intensified rapidly, turning a simple drive into an exercise in white knuckle grip and unwavering focus. I was only minutes away from his place.

Then it happened.

The car hydroplaned. One moment I was driving along, the next I was fighting for control as the tires lost their grip on the slick asphalt. I screamed, squeezing the steering wheel with every ounce of strength I possessed. My eyes slammed shut, bracing for the inevitable impact. The world became a blur of spinning tires and rushing wind. Then, a sickening thud, followed by the jarring stillness of my car nose down in a ditch.

My head snapped forward, my face colliding with the steering wheel. A sharp, throbbing pain erupted in my nose, and I tasted blood, metallic and thick. For a moment, I just sat there, stunned, the rain pounding against the roof relentlessly.

Taking a shaky breath, I slowly assessed the damage. My nose throbbed, and I felt what I was sure was blood gushing from it. I ran my hands over my arms and legs, checking for any other injuries. Everything seemed intact, just a little shaken.

Gingerly, I opened the door and stepped out into the storm. The wind howled, tearing at my clothes, and the rain felt like needles against my skin. The front of my car was a mess. The bumper was hanging on by a thread, and one of the headlights was completely smashed. Other than that, the damage seemed superficial.

With a surge of adrenaline, I ripped the bumper the rest of the way off, tossing the mangled plastic into the back of the car. I climbed back into the driver's seat, shivering and soaked to the bone. After a few anxious attempts, the engine finally roared to life. Relief washed over me in a wave, chasing away some of the fear.

Slowly, carefully, I pulled back onto the road. The car groaned in protest, but it moved. Each mile felt like a victory. Finally, I saw the familiar silhouette of Noah’s house in the distance, a beacon of warmth and safety in the raging storm.

I parked in his driveway, the engine sputtering its last breaths before falling silent. Wiping the remaining blood from my nose with the back of my hand, I took a deep breath and walked to the door.

I knocked, the sound barely audible over the din of the storm. After what felt like an eternity, the door swung open, revealing Noah.

His usual easy smile vanished instantly, replaced by a look of pure shock and concern. His eyes widened, taking in my disheveled appearance, the blood on my face, the wild look in my eyes.

"What the fuck happened?!" He grabbed my arm, pulling me inside, away from the wind and rain.

"I-I'm okay," I stammered, my voice trembling more than I wanted it to. "I just... I had a little accident."

He didn't say a word, just continued to look me over, his brow furrowed with worry. He led me to the living room and gently pushed me down onto the couch.

"Just now? What happened?," he said, his voice low and serious.

I recounted the story, the words tumbling out in a rush the hydroplaning, the spin, the ditch, the bloody nose, the mangled car. As I spoke, I felt the adrenaline begin to fade, leaving me shaky and vulnerable.

When I finished, Noah stared at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of relief and exasperation. "Why didn't you call me? You could have been seriously hurt! You shouldn't have driven here like that!"

I shrugged, feeling a little sheepish. "I didn't want to bother you or make you get out in this. I figured I was close enough to just come here."

He sighed, running a hand through his already messy hair. "Bother me? you could never bother me. Now, let me see your nose."

He disappeared into the bathroom, returning moments later with a washcloth and a first aid kit. He sat beside me on the couch and gently began to clean the blood from my face. His touch was careful and soothing, and I found myself relaxing under his ministrations.

"I think it's just a nosebleed," he said, examining the area closely. "But you might have a black eye or two."

He cleaned my hands, removing the grime. As he worked, I watched him, noticing the lines of concern etched on his face. I realized, not for the first time, how lucky I was to have him in my life.

The rest of the night was a blur of quiet comfort. Noah made me tea, wrapped me in a warm blanket, and put on a movie, something light and distracting. He scolded me again, gently, for not calling him. I snuggled into the blankets and enjoyed just being in his presence. He took care of me like he always did when I was in need.

As the night wore on, the storm outside gradually subsided. The wind died down, the rain slowed to a soft drizzle. The worst was over.

Around midnight, Noah insisted I sleep in his room. He tucked me into his side. ”Y/N?" He whispered softly, placing a sweet kiss against my head.

"Yeah?" I asked, already half-asleep.

"I'm really glad you're okay."

I smiled sleepily. "Me too."

As I drifted off to sleep, I could still hear the faint drumming of the rain against the window, but it sounded gentler now, almost like a lullaby. I was safe, warm, and cared for. And in that moment, despite the earlier chaos and the damaged car, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. I knew that whatever happened, I could always count on him. He was more than just my best friend; he was my rock, my confidant, and the one person who could always make me feel safe, even in the middle of a storm.

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Omg amazing! I actually have two separate ideas hihi I'm a real sucker for fluff and angst so they are based on that.

The first one is that we somehow got really hurt and show up bruised at his place. Noah gets all worried and takes care of us.

The second one is that we have a history of asthma and are getting an attack? In the panic of it suddenly happening we can't find our inhalor and he helps us during the asthma attack.

Awe I love these ideas!! I’ll definitely get to work on them! Thank you for the ideas!❤️

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HIM (Joel Miller)

Pairing: Dbf!Joel x Reader

Summary: Emmy is an 18-year-old girl who is graduating high school and is attracted to her dad's best friend, Joel Miller, who is recently single.

Warnings: slight talk of mental health. High school, but reader and friends are 18+

word count: 1.4k

Getting my dad’s best friend’s attention was something i never thought i would ever try to do. Especially Joel Miller. But he’s recently single, and fuck! I need that man more than ever. My parents have known Joel since they moved here when i was 5. My dad has been in and out of the picture since i was born. He’s a good man but when he’s off his medicine he leaves for months at a time. My mom always brings him back and helps him. People in the neighborhood are nice, a little too nice, as if they are scare my dad is some kind of psycho or something, I’ve always heard we were the “non-traditional” family just because of his absences throughout the years. The millers were always supportive, if mom needed. To leave to go get dad, I’d stay with Joel, Tommy, and Sarah. Tommy was Joel’s younger brother, he’s about late 20s-early 30s. Joel is mid-late 30s. And Sarah just turned 15. I don’t know much about her mom, except she left when Sarah was a baby. In the 13 years i have been here. No one talks about her.

You know that feeling you get when you’re being watched? I have it. Not in an uncomfortable or unpleasant way. But I can feel his eyes on me. Across the street, across the yard, the dinner table every Friday night, or the get togethers hosted by neighbors. His eyes are on me. I can feel him. I know it’s not right. But damn it feels good. His laugh, hugs, his smile, the way his hands linger a little on my back after a hug, like it’ll physically hurt him if he pulls away too soon. How his brown eyes watch my lips as i speak. Everything about him felt right. It felt good.

Today was my last day of school before graduation. It started out as any other day. I woke up, made my bed, and got ready. I walked downstairs to the kitchen looking for my parents. Every time I don’t see my dad my heart aches a little and i get scared he has left again. I walk over to the counter to see my mother left a note:

“Sorry Emmy! I needed your car today! Dad will take you to school and pick you up today! I love you!” -mom

I groan putting the piece of paper back on the counter. “Dad!” I yelled walking through the living room. I walked outside seeing my dad across the street talking to the Miller Brothers. I walked outside seeing over giving the men a small smile. “Hey Doll.” Tommy smiles. “Hello boys.” I wave. “Dad, we got to go if I’m gonna make the first bell.” I turned to my dad waving my phone up. “My baby’s last day of school” My dad says fake crying. I laugh playfully shoving him to his car. My dad laughs and tells Joel and Tommy bye walking back to our driveway. I turn and wave by to the brothers. “Have a good day darlin’” Joel waved. The drive there was typical. He asked if i was excited to graduate, if everything in order to graduate was done, and if i had heard back from any colleges yet. We finally made it there after a 15 minute ride. “Thanks dad, I’ll see you later?” I open the door stepping out. “Of course, 3:00 sharp!” He smiles out the window. I nod watching him pull off waving bye.

“Hey baby.” I felt arms wrap around my waist from behind. Connor. My precious boyfriend of 2 years. “Wanna skip school, hang out at my house?” He smirks squeezing my hips. Everyone liked Connor, he comes from wealthy families on both sides of his parents. Has good grades, and never meets a stranger. If it was up to my mom she’d have me married to him today. My dad is pretty iffy about him still, but i guess that’s his job as a father. “I can’t. I have some things i have to do before graduation.” I turn around facing him declining his offer. “Well i can stay until lunch, but me and the guys are going to the swimming hole until john’s party, you’re still coming to that right?” I nod. “Yeah, I’ll try too” i smiled.

We walked into the gym. Which was already full of 7th-12th graders. Today was “Senior Day” we technically didn’t have to come to school but I promised my best friend Ashton I’d come from her today. “Thank God, i thought you had bailed on me.” I heard her sign of relief, i turned around and greeted her. “Nope, mom needed my car so dad drove me today.” She scrunched her nose up. “Yeah, nothing beats being 18 and your father having to drive you to your last day of senior year.” I roll my eyes. “I can’t wait to have my own car.” Ash laughs. Connor spots his buddies and kisses my cheek saying bye before walking away, i turn back around to ash. “Are you going to john’s party tonight?” I ask as the first bell rings and we make our way to our lockers. “Nope! And neither are you!” Ash smiles. “What?” I looked at her confused. “You never miss a party?” “I’m not missing a party, your mom has something planned for you.” Ash shuts her locker. “But you’re not supposed to know so message your mom and ask if i can come over.” Ash shuts my locker locking our arms together as we head to homeroom.

The rest of the morning goes by fairly quickly, homeroom attendance, senior breakfast, senior walk through, graduation rehearsals, by lunch most of the seniors had left, Connor and his friends rolled the office parking lot then headed to the swimming hole. Ash and I spend the rest of our day in the library and office, helping Mrs. Golden the secretary. At the end of the day, the last bell rung. Ash and I walked out of the building sitting at the picnic table waiting for my dad to pull in. After calling him a few times and 30 minutes of waiting, Joels’s truck pulls in. “Don’t mind if i do.” Ash jokes standing up. I laugh and walk towards his truck. “Sorry I’m late darlin’. Something came up and your dad called for a favor.” He leans over the seat moving his lunchbox and papers to the back and making room for ash to get in. Ash climbs in shoving Joel’s and Tommy’s work equipment to the side. After ash gets in Joel pulls the passenger seat back for me to get in. I climb in picking at my fingers, my smile has now disappeared from the news “something came up.” With my dad. Something I’ve always heard growing up when my dad would take off unexpectedly. “Hey,” Joel softly says placing his hands over mine. “I’m sorry baby, it’s not like that, okay. I promise.” He moves his hand to my thigh, “he is at home helping your mom.” He squeezes my thigh and starts driving again. Every so often he’d trace small circles with his thumb. For the rest of the drive home him and ash talk about summer plans and college.

We pulled into Joel’s driveway, me and ash get out walking across to my house and darted upstairs to my room. I throw my bag on the floor and lay across the bed, while ash plopped down on the beanbag chair at the foot of the bed. “Mr. Miller sure is delicious.” She smirks. “Yeah, he’s something else.” I blushed. “See that’s what i expected when he comfortably had his hand on your thigh the whole way home, Emmy!” She cackled. “Oh, make no mistake, i was dying inside.” I laughed. “Could you imagine him in bed?” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “I bet he is a sex god.” I sighed plopping on my back closing my eyes imagining Joel miller in bed, which was shorted lived due to ash jumping beside me fake moaning, “oh Joel, right there, oh Joel, don’t stop!” I push her away from me. “You’re too much sometimes.” I tease her. “I bet he’s 8-9 inches. And thick as fuck!” Ash respectfully stated. “So…Blessed?” I snorted. “You don’t think he is?” Ash looks at me like I’m crazy propping up on her elbow. “I mean probably. He stands like it’s heavy.” I shrug causing both of us to burst into a laughter.

After a few hours of hanging out with ash in my room, my mom knocks on the door slightly opening it. “Girls, get ready, we are having some friends over tonight.” She smiles and walks out. Ash looks at me winking and smiling before she jumps up and begins getting ready.

A/N: sorry if this is shit. I plan for it to be better the more I write it!

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Hey love, do you still take requests? 🖤

I sure do! I just haven’t been coming up with my own and stuff cuz I just dont have the energy 🫠 please send some in!

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PEDRO PASCAL "Eddington" photocall at The 78th Cannes Film Festival (May 17, 2025)

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I feel like a failure 🫠 I miss writing so much, but I just don’t have the time 😭

This is a picture for those who think being a writer is easy: WE FEELING STRESSED ALL THE TIME!!!!!

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Hope you guys don’t hate me 🥲 one of my coworkers were fired and now I’m stuck on night shift until someone else gets hired, so I don’t have time for shit. I’m literally working 6 days a week this shit is brutal. 😭

Here are some Noah coded pics I found on Pinterest earlier. 🥹❤️

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Ummmm saw these on Pinterest and UGH😫💋❤️ these are so Noah coded…

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can you do something along the lines of sitting in folios lap and hes teaching you how to play drums and he starts to finger you????

FOLIO……

Summary: He wants to teach you a beat….but can’t control his urges 😋💋

Warnings: dirty talk, fingering.

I hopped out of the shower drying off and throwing on one of nicks old tshirts, before I made my way down to the basement, following the loud crashing beats from his drums on the way down. They were getting ready for their next US tour, and he wanted to get in as much practice as possible. (As if he needs it)

I made myself comfy on the plush couch, instantly mesmerized by the sight. The pure raw talent he has is unmatched. The way his arms flexed with each movement, the facial expressions his hair flying everywhere….it was making me hot.

Finally after a while, he set his drumsticks down and wiped a hand over his sweat dampened forehead. “Come here,” he said, his voice rough and low, cutting through the silence like a knife. I stood, my heart pounding, and walked over to him. The basement felt smaller now, the distance between us shrinking with every step. He patted his lap, and I hesitated for only a moment before sitting down. His thighs were solid beneath mine, his hands warm as they gripped my hips.

“I’ll show you a beat,” he said, his breath hot against my ear. His hands guided mine to the drumsticks, his fingers brushing mine in a way that made my skin tingle. I tried to focus on the rhythm, on the way his hands moved mine in sync with the beat, but it was impossible. His proximity was overwhelming, his scent musk and sweat and something uniquely him clouding my thoughts.

The beat was simple, a steady pulse that echoed through the room, but as I played, his hands began to wander. One slid down my side, his thumb tracing the curve of my hip, while the other still held the drumstick with mine. I felt his fingers brush the waistband of my panties, and my breath hitched. He paused, his hand stilling on my hip, and I looked up at him. His smirk was dangerous, his eyes glittering with intent.

“You’re distracting me,” he murmured, his voice a whisper that sent shivers down my spine. Before I could respond, his hand slipped beneath the fabric of my his shirt, his fingers skimming the bare skin of my stomach. My breath quickened, pulse racing as his touch grew bolder. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and slid his hand inside, his fingers brushing against my core. I gasped, my hands falling still on the drumsticks as he began to rub slow, deliberate circles against my clit.

“Fuck,” I whispered, my head falling back against his shoulder. His other hand tightened around my waist, holding me in place as he teased me, his touch both gentle and relentless. The drums were long forgotten now, the only rhythm the one he was creating between my thighs. I could feel his breath on my neck, his lips brushing my skin as he whispered.

“That’s it, baby. You feel so good,” his fingers slipping lower, sliding into my wetness. I moaned, my hips instinctively rocking against his hand as he began to thrust his fingers inside me, his touch confident and sure. “You’re so fucking wet for me baby.”

His words were like fuel on a fire, pushing me closer to the edge. I clutched at his arm, my nails digging into the fabric as he added a second finger, his thumb pressing firmly against my clit. The room spun, the only sound my ragged breaths and the wet slickness of his fingers moving inside me.

“Nic..,” you whimpered, your voice barely audible. “I—”

“Not yet,” he grunted, his grip tightening on my hip as he slowed his movements, drawing out my pleasure with agonizing precision. “You cum when I say you can.”

His dominance sent a jolt of desire through me, and I surrendered to it, letting him guide me to the brink again and again, only to pull me back. His whispered praise was constant, his words filthy and adoring, driving me wild. “Such a good girl. So tight around my fingers. So fucking perfect.”

Finally, when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he quickened his pace, his fingers thrusting deep inside me as his thumb rubbed firm circles against my clit once again. “Cum for me,” he groaned, his voice hoarse with need. “Let go.”

I shattered, my body convulsing as my orgasm ripped through me. My cries filled the room, my head thrown back against his shoulder as I rode out the waves of pleasure. He held me tight, his fingers still moving inside me, milking every last drop of my release. “That’s it,” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear. “So fucking beautiful.”

As I came down, my body trembling, he slowly withdrew his hand, his fingers glistening with my arousal. He brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan that made my toes curl. “You taste amazing,” he said, his eyes dark with desire.

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I need something along the lines of reader and Noah get into a fight and the reader leaves and goes to a bar and flirts with a couple of dudes and then they go home and feel guilty about it so they tell Noah and it ends with rough sex and Noah claiming her back. Sorry for it being so long! I miss your writing and hope you return soon! Xx 🩵🩵

Hiii omg I LOVE this. I’ll absolutely be writing it! Thank you so much, that means a lot 🥺❤️ I know I’ve been majorly lacking here lately. We’ve had a bunch of people quit at my job, so everything is being thrown on me so I’m working so many late shifts😭 so I literally just have not been able to find the time! As soon as I get home I spend whatever time I have at the end of the night with my husband and son. HOPEFULLY I’ll have some time this weekend to get a few requests out. Thank you guys for all the love and support and understanding🙏🏻 I’ll be writing and posting every chance I get.❤️

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That back shot Noah thot gave me an idea where he likes to manhandle you a lot as he fucks you silly. Like if you start to close your eyes and tilt your head back or something, Noah would just grab you by the jaw and makes sure that you keep eye contact as you cum 👀👀👀

Omfg yessss….

As soon as he sees those lids drop he’s growling “eyes on me” then when you finally reach your peak, his eyes stay glued to yours as he just fucks you harder grunting “such a good girl…you’re so fucking perfect” 😫😍💋