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immmm on break again k byee

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hunting grounds.

pairing: w. afton x fem!reader

cw: older man (40-50's) /younger woman (20's) dynamic, hunter/prey dynamic, power abuse (william/'steve' is your boss), no use of y/n, no like william is a little insane, a bit of possessive!william, stalking ?? lowkey describes reader as a dummy (but in a yummy way !!), knife play !! no blood tho, degradation towards reader.

!! not proof read, soz for any grammatical mistakes !! ~

word count: 1.1k

part two can be found here !!

AO3 LINK HERE.

taglist; @hoshikoe

18+ under the cut

you had knocked on the door to his office, a man by the name steve raglan, a career counselor in utah who had helped your friend, mike, with finding a job. you kept your attire casual, but appropriate for the scorching weather, a white tank top with some denim shorts, and converse. with your resume, neatly tucked in a file, being clutched by your right hand, you open your door with your left hand entering the office.

it is then you see steve raglan for the first time. mike kept the information about him vague, opting to just mention him as a 'charismatic man who's very straightforward'. meekly, you sit on the chair across from his, with his desk between the both of you, and set the file on the wooden table.

steve, who's real name was william, analyzed your every move. unbeknownst to you, you've unofficially become the prey to his next hunt. you with your pretty figure, your pretty eyes, those tantalizing lips. how could he ignore his little bunny? you we're begging for his attention, wether it be consciously or subconsciously, your aura and scent was too desirable to let go.

clearing his throat, he welcomes you to his office. "hello, mike's friend." he begins, extending his hand to drag the file closer to him, so he could read it and memorize every small detail about you. his voice was rough, it sounded authoritative, and something about that made your lower abdomen flutter. fixing your composure you introduce yourself. you express how mike had told you about a job offer he had originally proposed to mike, about a security gig in an abandoned pizzeria.

"mikey had told me you had a security gig, i really need the money, mr. raglan. i'm attentive and i promise to keep the place clean. i need the job." you pleaded, and oh, how the desperation in your voice made his cock harden. you'd sound so pretty begging for him, either to bend you over or for your life, both scenarios which he'd enjoy. steve tilted his head, letting his tongue poke at his cheek. 'mikey' huh? were the both of you that close? even with barely knowing you, william didn't like the thought of that.

"mm. so i've heard. you are aware it's a nightshift, and the pay is not good?" he asked you, his blue eyes peering at you. he knew you'd accept, you did need the money after all. he tried his best to not sound creepy, but the way you licked at your lower lip and batted those eyelashes at him, he couldn't help the filthy thoughts his mind had created.

you nodded, knowing all the obstacles the position offered. "yes, sir. i'm aware." you answered quickly, sighing as you internally begged for him to give you the job.

"then it's finalized. welcome to the job. when can you begin?'

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anxiously putting the vest on. you had arrived at the deserted pizzeria. it had closed down nearly 2 decades ago. there were some rumors of what may had happened, something about the disappearance of children. it was never solved, they could never find evidence nor the perpetrator.

as you roamed the building, you looked at the details of the restaurant. it looked like there were a lot of laughs and memories within the walls of the now seemingly questionable structure. you looked at the animatronics, and they were fuzzy. freddy, bonnie, chica, and foxy. popular animatronics for their time.

you were far too clueless to notice william in his worn down golden bunny suit. under the mask, he had a wolfish grin. you were so stupid, you should be thankful it was him, he told himself, imagine if there was a really bad man in his place. you'd be in harm's way, he reasoned with himself.

with his gloved hand gripping the silver kitchen knife, he stalked you in the shadows. you kept exploring, and the security uniform looked far too good on you. the way the jeans hugged the curve of your ass, and the three unbuttoned buttons to your shirt, giving william a clear peek at your cleavage. he was going insane. he was going to enjoy having you.

as you went to the prize counter, you went bent over, trying to peek at the other side. by that point, william knew it was his time to attack. with quick speed, yet stealthiness, he sauntered to you until he was behind you. as you rose from the position you were in, your back hit his metallic front. before you could scream in fear, he covered your mouth with his left hand, his right hand putting the knife to your throat. your eyes widened, your boss was totally going to fire you.

"shhh, bunny, don't make any noise. you're not that brainless, right baby?" william said, his voice unrecognizable. weirdly, this aroused you. a total stranger, strong enough to do whatever he'd please with you, had you in a vulnerable position. nodding, william grunted, satisfied with your answer. "good, good. i knew you'd agree." he began, sliding his hand from your mouth, to the back of your neck, bending you over the prize counter, and pinning you there. "it's not safe for a pretty little thing like you to be in such a dangerous place, bunny, especially when a bad man can grab you." he said, finishing his sentence by putting his knife right next to you, removing his mask, but still forcing you to not face him. "this is a bad man's hunting grounds, princess, you do know of the rumors right?" he questioned, rhetorically, of course you knew. he hummed at your silence. "yeah, of course you knew, dumb bunny." he mocked, "now, honey, can i trust you not to try anything stupid while i take off this suit?" he asked, grabbing his knife again to drag the blade across your back, not cutting any skin, but the feel of the cold cutting edge against your spine made your back arch.

"yeah, that's my good little bunny." he praised, and proceeded to let you go for a moment, but only a moment, while he removed the springlock suit. with a groan, removing the final bit, he let his hips grind roughly against your jeans. he growled. "fuck me, honey, how can i just let a pretty prize like you slip from my fingers? no, baby, mm. i'm gonna enjoy fucking you. it's what i deserve. i did catch you." he said, his voice dropping an octave as he bent over you, letting his beard tickle your ear, causing your body to shiver.

"and a slutty little whore like you is gonna enjoy it, right, bunny?"

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aaahh nevermind then. thought it was going good 🧍🏽‍♀️

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SYNERGY (2/12)

SYNOPSIS: Tatianna "Tati" Mason, an avid John Boyega fan, is caught in a thunderstorm one night. A lightning strike transports her to an alternate universe and to her astonishment, she soon discovers that she is dating John Boyega himself. In this magical realm, she experiences firsthand the love and affection he exudes on-screen, but now it's directed at her. As she experiences the enchanting world of her dreams, she navigates the intricacies of being in a relationship with a celebrity she idolizes. She learns the realities of John's life beyond the public eye, the pressures he faces, and the genuine person he is beneath the fame. Eventually, Tati must grapple with the inevitable: staying in this alternate reality or returning to her own world.

PAIRING: John Boyega x Tatianna "Tati" Mason

WARNINGS: drama, angst, cursing, explicit sexual content, not-so-glamorous life in the entertainment world. RATED M (18+)

TAGLIST: @melaninpov, @melanin-goddess-world, @cocobutterqwueen, @judymfmoody, @blackreadersatrisk, @merranerra, @life-in-the-slut-house, @hopefulcyclestarlight, @shar74nett, @goldieccentric, @mochachocolatteyaya, @blackerthings, @wakandas-vibranium, @kemkem101 @whoopigol-barnes @ihearteddiemunson @hxneyclouds @blackerthings @certifiedlesbianbaddie

If you want to be added to the taglist, please let me know.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This series is set from late 2022 (September) to the present.

Chapter II: Jumpin' The Broom?

After breakfast, and still reeling from her conversation with John, Tati went upstairs to get ready for their appointment at Boodles. Her mind was racing with questions.

What the fuck is she getting herself into? What life is this version of herself living?

She had always admired John, not just for his talent but for the values he stood for and the way he inspired others. The idea of exploring a future with him was both exhilarating and daunting, and not her life, at least not this version.

Tati entered the spacious en suite bathroom, her reflection in the oversized mirror looking back at her with a sense of wonder. This life was a stark contrast to her life in New York. The massive townhouse John owned dwarfed her small Brooklyn studio, not to mention living in Paris and attending her dream school; this was everything she'd ever wanted.

As she showered and got ready, her mind continued to race with doubts. That tiny voice in the back of her brain beckoned and tried to convince her that this was just an elaborate cosmic joke and she couldn't get caught up in her feelings. But her heart told her otherwise. The connection she felt with John was real, and this world, no matter how strange, was now a part of her reality.

Besides, she'd much rather be stuck with John's fine ass instead of being locked up in a psych ward. For now, and much to her delight, she had to play the role of the alternate Tati.

After dressing in a chic yet comfortable outfit she found in the closet, she notices a delicate crystal perfume bottle on the vanity. It emanated a scent that seemed oddly familiar, like a distant memory.

Vanilla and orchid with a hint of sandalwood.

Intrigued, she hesitates, then gives in to the impulse, spritzing a cloud of the fragrance around her. Suddenly, she feels a peculiar sensation, as if reality itself is shifting.

In an instant, Tati finds herself standing in a quaint, candlelit Parisian bistro. She's wearing a halterneck dress, and across from her is John, looking dashing in a silk shirt and matching pants. Their laughter fills the air as they share stories, their connection palpable.

"So how long are you in Paris?" he asks her.

"Two years," she says timidly.

"Then back to New York?" wonders John and Tati nods her head as she takes a languid sip of her wine. "That's a shame, but I figure something'll have you staying here longer than expected."

"Like what?" Tati inquired, curiously.

"Me," John quipped without a second thought. John reaches out to touch her hand, a gesture that sends a shiver of electricity through Tati. Their eyes meet, and in that shared gaze, there's a mutual understanding that goes beyond words: she was never going back to New York City.

Suddenly, like a snap of fingers, Tati is back in John's London home, the scent of the perfume lingering in the air. She's left breathless, the experience so vivid that it's as if she truly lived it.

"Holy shit," she whispered to herself as she set the perfume bottle back on the vanity. Whatever that moment was — déjà vu or something else entirely — changed her.

Am I having visions now? Flashbacks?

Shaking her head, Tati tried to push those thoughts aside in order to focus on putting on her shoes. Things were getting weirder as the days went on, and she had to play it cool and try to piece everything together.

"Babes?" called John. "The car's here."

"Coming!"

She made her way downstairs to find John waiting for her. His easy smile and a light kiss on her temple reassured her of any worry she had, and they headed out together to the awaiting car.

Boodles was an elegant boutique nestled in the heart of London, known for its exquisite jewelry. As they entered, the soft chime of a bell announced their arrival, and a friendly sales associate greeted them.

"Good afternoon," the associate said with a warm smile. "How may we assist you today?"

John stepped forward, his demeanor confident yet charming. "I've made an appointment with Peter," he said, casting a meaningful glance at Tati. "We're here to look at engagement rings."

Tati felt her cheeks flush, and she smiled in response. The associate nodded, understanding the significance of the moment. "Of course, right this way."

They were led to a beautifully appointed display area showcasing a stunning array of engagement rings. Diamonds of various cuts and sizes sparkled in the soft lighting, each one more captivating than the last.

The associate motioned for them to sit, and they both obliged; taking a seat on the most comfiest chaise lounge chair known to man.

"Peter will be out soon," the associate informed them. "Would you like anything to drink? Champagne perhaps?"

John let out a soft chuckle. "Water will be just fine for me." He glanced over at Tati and placed a hand on her thigh, squeezing it slightly. "What 'bout you, babes?"

"Uh..." she stammered then eventually shrugged. "Sure, I'll take a flute of champagne."

The associate smiled widely. "Of course, I'll be right back." The associate left quickly and within minutes, arrived back with their beverage orders and Peter in tow.

Peter was a rather tall man, much taller than John, with peppered hair cut low and almond-shaped brown eyes. John immediately stood to shake his hand and the two men exchanged a quick chat before sitting back down. Peter's eyes focused on Tati, and he gave her a welcoming nod.

"Is this the infamous Tatianna?" Peter asked John, smiling brightly.

"Yes, it is," John mentioned excitedly, wrapping a protective arm around her waist. "Future Mrs. Boyega."

Future Mrs. Boyega...I kinda like the sound of that.

"Welcome, Tatianna, we're very pleased to have you and John here today," spoke Peter as he gestured to the display of engagement rings. "As you can see, we have rings of various sizes and cuts. One of my personal favorites is the princess and pear cut. I think that the style is timeless and fits well for any bride-to-be."

As Tati examined the rings, she couldn't help but be drawn to a particular design. It was an elegant Ashoka diamond set on a band of white gold, a delicate and timeless piece. She pointed it out to John, her voice filled with awe. "John, look at this one. It's breathtaking."

John's eyes lit up as he examined the ring. "Is this the one, babes?"

"You have impeccable taste, Tatianna. It's stunning," Peter murmured, his gaze shifting between her and the ring. "This is a three-carat Ashoka cut diamond set in a vintage design with a beautiful white gold ring. We can try it on if you'd like."

"Oh, I don't think—"

"She'd love to," John interrupted, shooting her a quick look. With his furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips, Tati could easily sense that there was no way she could get out of this.

She was going to try on the ring, plain and simple.

Peter removed the ring from the display case and carefully placed it on the fourth finger of Tati's left hand — the ring finger. Tati marveled at the way it caught the light, casting a dance of rainbows across the room.

"It's beautiful," she breathed, her heart fluttering in her chest. "But, John, this... it's a lot. I mean, this is crazy, right?"

John's expression softened, and he took her other hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "Not really, babes. I knew you were the one since our first date. It's been a crazy year and a half, but I've never been more certain in my life."

Tati met his gaze, her eyes shimmering with emotion. In that moment, she felt a profound connection with him, one that transcended the boundaries of the reality she once knew. It was as if she were destined to be here, in this extraordinary alternate universe, making choices that would shape her future forever.

With a determined yet gentle smile, Tati looked back at the ring. "Then this is the one. It feels right."

John's face lit up with joy, and he leaned in to press a soft kiss to her temple. "I couldn't agree more, love." He gave Peter a wide, boyish grin. "Let's box this one up, mate."

"Excellent choice, Tatianna. Congratulations," Peter said. "I'll draw up the invoice and then we can get settled on payment."

As they finalized the details with Peter, Tati couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder. Reluctantly, she gave the ring — her ring — back to Peter to be wrapped and she sat back in the lounge chair to settle her erratic thoughts.

This cannot be my life, she thought in amazement. Holy-fuckin-shit.

John and Peter continued to chat, their voices trailing indistinctively as Tati slipped into a reverie.

"Babes?" called John, adoringly, his hand rubbing small circles on her back. "Should we get a matching necklace as well, or maybe earrings?"

"Sure", was her only response.

"Let's get both, Peter," John confirmed, winking suggestively in Tati's direction.

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Several hours and thousands of dollars later, Tati and John settled into the plush seats of Brasserie of Light for a late lunch. Tati's mind was still abuzz with the events of the day. The ring that they'd picked out felt like a promise, a symbol of the extraordinary turn her life had taken.

The soft glow of candlelight bathed the room, casting a romantic aura around them. John's eyes never seemed to leave Tati's, his gaze warm and unwavering. He reached across the table, his fingers entwining with hers.

"To us," John toasted, his smile radiant.

"To us," Tati echoed, her heart swelling with a mixture of gratitude and wonder. They clinked their glasses together, sealing the moment in time.

As the evening unfolded, the conversation flowed effortlessly. Tati couldn't help but marvel at the depth of John's character and his genuine kindness. He was almost too good to be true.

Then, in a moment of whimsy, John leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Remember that rainy day in Paris?" he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"That was..." she began, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Unforgettable," John finished, his eyes filled with a depth of emotion that rivaled her own. "I knew that you were the woman for me from that kiss alone."

Tati's breath caught in her throat. It was as if he had plucked the memory from her very thoughts. The world seemed to blur around her, and suddenly, she wasn't in the restaurant anymore.

She was back in Paris, the city of lights glistening around her. The rain fell in a gentle cascade, painting everything with a sheen of magic. Tati and John stood in the narrow street in front of her apartment building, their laughter mingling with the soft patter of raindrops.

John's warm hand gently cupped Tati's cheek, his touch a caress that sent shivers down her spine. His eyes bore into hers, a silent promise passing between them. And then, he kissed her.

It was a kiss that spoke of longing and connection, a kiss that tasted of rain and dreams. Time seemed to stand still, the world around them fading into insignificance. Tati's heart thundered in her chest, every nerve ending alive with electricity.

When they finally pulled away, their breath mingling in the cool air, Tati felt a sense of exhilaration wash over her. It was a moment she had treasured in her heart, and now, it was etched into her memory forever.

As the vision faded, Tati blinked, finding herself back in the restaurant, her heart still racing. She looked at John, her eyes wide with wonder.

"Oh...wow..."

"Yeah," he said, oblivious to what had happened to her. "I love you, Tatianna."

Still in shock of undergoing yet another vivid vision and John's profession of love, she mustered a garble of words together before saying those precious three words back to him.

"I love you too, baby."

The rest of the evening passed in joyfulness. They savored each moment, knowing that this was a chapter in their story that would be told for generations to come.

As they stepped out of the restaurant, the early evening air crisp around them, John turned to Tati, his gaze steady and unwavering.

"I have something I want to ask you, babes," he said, his voice filled with a quiet intensity.

Tati's heart skipped a beat, anticipation coursing through her veins.

"Would you come to South Africa with me?" John asked, his eyes holding hers in a steady gaze. "For the promotion of 'The Woman King'? I want you by my side, babes."

Tati's breath caught in her throat. South Africa, a new adventure, a new chapter in their shared story.

Without hesitation, she smiled, her heart brimming with certainty. "Yes, John. I'd love to."

And, it was in that moment, that Tati declared that she was never leaving this reality.

TO BE CONTINUED.....

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totally not dead. might write smth matthew lillard related for my black readers... :)

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and if you were one of the people calling will ugly when bandersnatch came out i dont wanna hear yall calling him fine from the stuff hes been in this year! yall contributed to that man taking a break from the internet from continous bullying. weirdos.

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holy shit i didnt realize that while i was on break, my will poulter fics would blow up THIS much because i havent written for will in a really long time, but its definitely related to the release of gotg vol 3 so i understand why its happening.

truth be told im not super duper fixated on him atm but if i ever do get fixated heavily again, ill be writing for him again. i also wrote those fics in the mindset of 2017-2022 will so think detroit to bandersnatch to dopesick to gotg vol 3 filming, meaning id have to do a more modern take on my boy lol, but id be willing to do it if yall want me to;)

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Flashin’ Lights In A Midst of Darlin’ Nights (5/?)

A fated encounter in The City of Lights changed the lives of an actor and singer forever. And with those darlin’ nights comes even more delights…..

Synopsis: Will Poulter can count on his hands the amount of times he’s been rendered speechless, yet that was until he met singer-songwriter EmJaye. He soon finds himself speechless and dazzled every time he’s in her presence. For Mahalia-Joy, Will hooked her in with his quintessentially British banter. However, in this ruthless industry, a couple needs more to hold onto besides quick laughs and simple awe.

Pairings: Will Poulter x EmJaye (Mahalia-Joy Washington)

Warnings: cursing, adult content, mentions of drugs/alcohol, and discussions around sensitive topics (mental/sexual/physical abuse). (Rated 18+)

Taglist: @vargskelegore, @pocfansmatter​, @afro-hispwriter,  @unfriendlyblkhotti3​, @sarcasticmrfox​, @blackpearlbutterfly​, @melancholymelanin, @mochachocolatteyaya, @goldentriostan, @multi-culti-girl​​, @chaneajoyyy​, @mauvecherie-writes​​, @4ftwonder​, @jasmindaughteroftheworld​, @valkryienymph, @colorfullydone, @earl-aive​, @queenshikongo3​, @blackreaderatrisk, @pulparindos, @cocobutterqwueen​, @xsweetdellzx, @certifiedlesbianbaddie​​, @realhotgurlshit​​,   @aieshawilliams2001, @imatrisk

A/N: I do not know Will or his family personally. This is solely fiction and any similarities are coincidental. EmJaye was previously mentioned in a Yahya fic, but her character arc is completely different/changed to fit this fic. If you would like to be tagged, please comment or DM me. Enjoy this chapter.

P.S. This chapter talks about mental illness as well as sexual abuse, homophobia, and suicidal thoughts. Please read with caution. Also, the pictures used for Will’s home is not his home; just an idea of what it may look like based on previous interviews. 

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Would love some Hamish Linklater RPF. Nobody has ever been willing to do it.

i'm definitely considering it! anon, if you have a plot in mind you should totally send it in. (also goes for anyone else interested.)

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thinking.. wanting to write about father paul hill and a black reader. any black people that watched midnight mass as well?? i see y'all and i think about y'all. let me know if i should do it (i even opened back up my q&a for this)

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Flashin’ Lights In A Midst of Darlin’ Nights (4/?)

A fated encounter in The City of Lights changed the lives of an actor and singer forever. And with those darlin’ nights comes even more delights…..

Synopsis: Will Poulter can count on his hands the amount of times he’s been rendered speechless, yet that was until he met singer-songwriter EmJaye. He soon finds himself speechless and dazzled every time he’s in her presence. For Mahalia-Joy, Will hooked her in with his quintessentially British banter. However, in this ruthless industry, a couple needs more to hold onto besides quick laughs and simple awe.

Pairings: Will Poulter x EmJaye (Mahalia-Joy Washington)

Warnings: cursing, adult content, mentions of drugs/alcohol. (Rated 18+)

Taglist: @vargskelegore, @pocfansmatter​, @afro-hispwriter,  @unfriendlyblkhotti3​, @sarcasticmrfox​, @blackpearlbutterfly​, @melancholymelanin, @mochachocolatteyaya, @goldentriostan, @multi-culti-girl​, @chaneajoyyy​, @mauvecherie-writes​​, @4ftwonder​, @jasmindaughteroftheworld​, @valkryienymph, @colorfullydone, @earl-aive​, @queenshikongo3​, @blackreaderatrisk, @pulparindos, @cocobutterqwueen​, @xsweetdellzx, @certifiedlesbianbaddie​, @realhotgurlshit​,   @aieshawilliams2001, @imatrisk

A/N: I do not know Will or his family personally. This is solely fiction and any similarities are coincidental. EmJaye was previously mentioned in a Yahya fic, but her character arc is completely different/changed to fit this fic. If you would like to be tagged, please comment or DM me. Enjoy this chapter.

P.S. I made a slight change to the timeline (don’t you love fanfiction and the ability to shift stuff?). Will made an appearance on This Morning in Late July but it now happens in early August. 

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hey everyone. haven't been on here in a long, long time.

long story short, i've been busy with things in my personal life that i do keep very anonymous because as most of you know, i'm an anonymous writer and don't post much about my personal life outside of general things.

but my personal life has been very hectic. my mother has had surgery and i've been helping her recover from that.

i also, recently left an abusive 2 year relationship. the relationship took a toll on me and my writing. my shuri writing helped me in the process of coming out as a lesbian, but my partner at the time, unfortunately, did not want to agree that i was a lesbian, so i was stuck for several more months locked away from any truth about my sexuality.

its been months since that's happened, and i am glad to say i believe i am in a better state to be active again. and, i've found an amazing person that has been helping me flourish for my recovery of these events.

the love of my life is also a writer. she helped my writers block tremendously, and although i'm still not fully on "will write an entire fanfiction" status, i'm at the point where i think i can do headcanons again :)

my requests are still closed, give me some time to bounce back.

also, this blog is now 6 years old! happy anniversary.

thanks guys.

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happy holidays everyone!! i got lots of black panther merch as well as kimoyo beads!! now im truly shuri's gf lol

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ugh.. i was praying to god id have my imagine finished by tonight but i dont think itll happen. im sorry guys :(

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i didn't proof read the scotty fic so if there are errors, whoops!

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update: random ass people that dont follow me joined

im finna use that tumblr live feature im ngl