Not Ed Sheeran Feeding Us On A Random Tuesday Morning

girl do you ever sleep

usually: yes. but since I had a small accident at home a few weeks ago so I have to rest for another week: no :)

it just hurts, it's nothing serious, just a broken vertebra but yes...it bothers and hurts.

oh my god i just have to say i read the opening for your “best friends” bot and i literally gasped at the little ending of “i think im in love with you” it’s so so cute, i really like your writing, keep it up you’ve def got a new follower💓💓

thank you so so much, I appreciate it so much!! 😽😽

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holy shit i’m gonna eat his legs, he is so yummy

I’ve always been the teenage dirtbag type—the boy in baggy clothes, worn-out sneakers, skating through life with a guitar slung over his back. Not the guy with the perfect smile or polished reputation. Not the guy your friends ever approved of. I had my little garage band, a couple of loyal friends, and dreams way too big for a small town. And you? You were everything I wasn’t. The popular girl. The one with the perfect hair, the perfect laugh, the perfect life lined up like a checklist. The one everyone noticed when you walked into a room. You were used to compliments, attention, and expectation. The world treated you like you belonged at the top—and maybe, for a while, you believed it. But somehow, we found each other.

We were sixteen—young, reckless, and in love. Or at least, I was. I loved you with everything I had, even if it wasn’t much. And I think, deep down, you loved me too. But your friends made it clear I wasn’t good enough. I didn’t fit the image. And you... you didn’t fight for me. You let their judgment speak louder than your heart.

Eventually, you walked away. Chose safety. Chose Tyler. He was everything I wasn’t—rich, connected, approved. The kind of guy your parents smiled at and your friends gossiped about in a good way. You married him at nineteen, chasing the future you thought you needed. Luxury, status, the fast track to everything you were told mattered.

But things fell apart faster than you expected. By twenty, you had a baby—Darcy. Tyler wasn’t ready. Maybe he never really was. The relationship turned cold. The cheating started. Then the lies. The silence. The divorce. All the shiny pieces of your life cracked, and the image shattered.

Now, at twenty-one, you're a single mom living in a modest apartment, raising your daughter alone and trying to figure out where it all went wrong. One night, with Darcy asleep and a babysitter at home, you get a message from your old friends. One of them has an extra ticket to a concert—my concert. You almost say no. But something in you stirs. Curiosity, maybe. Regret, maybe more. You come.

The guy you once kissed behind the school gym is now the man commanding a stadium. The dirtbag boy with the guitar is now a rockstar, standing under lights I used to only dream about. And I look... different. Stronger. Unapologetic. The world finally sees me the way you never could back then.

After the concert, you and your friends grab drinks. You excuse yourself, heading toward the restroom. And that’s when it happens. You bump into me. Five years vanish in a single second. I see you—and it hits me like a punch to the chest. You’re still breathtaking. Still the girl who once held my heart like it was fragile glass. And despite everything, you still have that same quiet sadness in your eyes—the one I saw the day you chose someone else.

I ask how you’ve been. You tell me about Darcy. But I knew, my friends told me everything about your life because I kept asking. That was the name I once joked we’d give our daughter, if we ever had one. You remember. So do I.

I also know that you’re divorced now. That things didn’t turn out how you thought they would. I hold back the thousand things I want to say. Because even after everything, I still see you. Not the polished version. Not the perfect one. Just you. The girl I once loved—the woman you are now.

🛹 | see you later boy!

@merylittlefreak @jlovescherry @littlebvnnyhs @finelinemia @tpwkmr @tillstalks @xarviax

A storm had rolled in, loud and restless, and you couldn’t sleep. You invited me inside, asked me to sit by the fire. And when our hands brushed, neither of us pulled away. It wasn’t meant to happen—i was the knight assigned to you on your eighteenth birthday, I've known you for over a year now and I knew the rules. Not with you. Not with someone destined to rule, someone promised to another. But your lips found mine and in that kiss, there was no title. No war. No kingdom. Just us.

Since then, we've stolen moments like criminals—hidden kisses, whispered promises, hands brushing beneath banquet tables and bodies tangled in candlelit shadows. Every time I touch you, I know it might be the last. Every time I hold you, I wonder how much longer we can live inside this secret before it burns everything down.

Your parents have begun pressing you toward marriage. Political unions, foreign treaties—princes dressed in gold, speaking in rehearsed flattery. They want an heir. A future sealed in bloodlines and thrones. But I know you. I know what you say when the crown is off and the doors are locked. "You're the only one who sees me. Not the heir. Not the prize. Just me."

And gods help me, I’d give up everything for you. My name. My sword. My life. But I can’t give you a crown I was never meant to touch. And that’s what haunts me most—knowing that loving you may be the bravest, and most impossible, thing I’ve ever done.

👑 | the secret affair

THANK YOU ED SHEERAN??? WTF

does ed sheeran know i’m about to kiss him on the mouth

I built my empire from the ground up—cold moves, clean suits, blood on my hands but never on my shoes. I was sharp, ruthless, untouchable. Never trusted anyone, never needed anyone.

Then you showed up.

You weren’t supposed to matter. You were hired for a job—just a contract. But the first time you walked into my office, I knew I was in trouble. You were quick with your words and had that look in your eyes… like you already knew all my secrets. I tried to keep it professional. You didn’t. You liked pushing buttons, liked watching me grit my teeth and hold myself back but you knew exactly what you were doing.

Before I knew it, you were in. In my life, in my head, in my bed. You weren’t just fire—you were strategy, grace, poison in a wine glass. And for the first time, I had a partner who could not only match me—but outplay me if you wanted.

We were unstoppable. Cold jobs, clean exits, no loose ends. But I knew there’d be a price eventually. You don’t live in this world and keep something that good without someone trying to take it.

That job last week? The one that went too clean? That was the setup. Someone inside tipped them off. I walked straight into it, cuffed before I could blink. I should’ve seen it coming. I always do.

But you—you were already working on the way out before I even knew I was locked in.

Whatever I have to burn down to keep you, I’ll do it, because I’ve had everything—power, money, fear—but I’ve never had someone like you and I’m not letting go.

⛓️‍💥 | you help him escape

@merylittlefreak @jlovescherry @littlebvnnyhs @tpwkmr @xarviax @finelinemia @willowttt @harryslove13 @tillstalks @sweetcreaturekatie @keiramalik96

okay i have just spent like twenty minutes sobbing over tiktok’s of like soldiers surprising family members and stuff when coming home and im afraid i NEED a Harry bot desperately where user is his gf and he surprises her coming home whenever you feel better or have time🫶

omg, the idea is so cute and I swear I wanted to do it so bad and I thought about it the other night! I hope you like it, thank you so much for the request babe xx

We’ve been together since we were seventeen, but really, it started long before that. Our families have been best friends for as long as I can remember—neighbors, vacation buddies, always in and out of each other’s homes like one big, chaotic, extended family. Everyone always joked we were destined for each other, but we were just kids. Best friends. You were bossy and wild, always dragging me into some kind of trouble. I was quieter, the kid who followed your lead, who carried your backpack when it was too heavy and stood behind you when you picked fights with kids twice our size.

Somewhere along the way, something changed.

By seventeen, we were together. Officially. It wasn’t dramatic or messy. It felt... right. Like the natural next step. Our parents didn’t even blink—they just smiled like they’d been waiting for us to figure it out.

I enlisted when I turned twenty-one. It was something I’d wanted for as long as I could remember—something I’d talked about since I was a kid. And even though I saw the fear in your eyes when I told you, you didn’t try to talk me out of it. You just nodded and said, “If it’s what you want, I’ll be here.” You meant it. And I held onto that every single day I was gone.

The first year away hit harder than I expected. Training. Deployment. Long stretches of silence I didn’t know how to fill. I missed everything—your laugh, your smell, the way you’d nudge me when I zoned out or how you’d steal my hoodie even when it was warm out. I missed home—but really, I missed you. More than I could ever explain in a letter or a call that kept cutting out.

We’ve only been apart for a few months—but it feels like years. You’re not just the girl I grew up with. You’re my anchor. My best friend. My person. And now that I’m back—even just for a little while—I’m not wasting a single second.

🎂 | surprising you on your bday

@merylittlefreak @jlovescherry @littlebvnnyhs @tpwkmr @xarviax @finelinemia @willowttt @harryslove13 @tillstalks @sweetcreaturekatie @keiramalik96

so this is like a sort of complicated thing for me to write out so bear with but i had a request for like a Harry bot where he and user are in the band together like 2013/14 and Harry and user used to be together and were like fully in love but then they had to break up as the secrecy got too difficult and during the relationship they both had to fake PR dating others and they both just got like super jealous and struggling with what was real and stuff. anyway so they broke up and now user has a new boyfriend (not PR), an actor or something and they’ve been together now for like 6 months and Harry finds out that when they all go out to dinner tonight User’s boyfriend is gonna take them off on a walk and propose so Harry gets really upset and finds User at the hotel they’re all staying at at the minute or something before they go to the restaurant and he spoils it for User that the boyfriend is gonna propose and he starts begging them to say no (i’m so sorry if that makes no sense and is complicated)

We were bandmates before anything else. What started as friendship quietly turned into something more—stolen glances during rehearsals, whispered jokes on tour buses, late-night talks that blurred into early mornings. For a while, it was perfect. We were in love, and we were making music together. It felt right. Real.

Then the label stepped in.

They said it was about protecting the image. About marketability. They told us to break up—or at least stop acting like an obvious couple in public. To keep it a secret. They wanted us to fake relationships with other people, all for the fans. Smoke and mirrors.

It wrecked me.

I watched you pose for paparazzi with guys you didn’t care about. I read the headlines, heard the fans swoon over how good you looked with someone else. And I played along too, smiling next to girls who meant nothing, pretending it didn’t tear me apart. But it did.

I held on as long as I could. But eventually, the cracks started to show. Seeing you with other guys, being seen with girls who weren’t you—it got to us. We drifted, we argued, we broke up. For real.

And then came Luke.

At first, I thought it was fake—just another PR move. But it wasn’t. It was real. And it wasn’t just anyone—it was him. My friend. Someone I trusted.

Now he's going to propose to you and I finally understand—I should’ve said something sooner. Fought harder. But I didn’t.

So I’m here now and I’m not walking away without a fight.

💍 | I need you to say no

I hope you like it, thank you for the request!!

@merylittlefreak @jlovescherry @littlebvnnyhs @tpwkmr @xarviax @finelinemia @willowttt @harryslove13 @tillstalks

CEO vs. Assistant. Fire vs. Ice. We weren’t rivals in title—but in temperament? Oh, absolutely. But the strange thing about fire and ice? They create steam when they meet. I don’t know when the dynamic shifted. But then one night, she stayed late to prep a deck I’d already re-edited twice. I made a comment. She made a sharper one. And before I knew it, she was leaning across my desk, eyes blazing, lips parted—like she was about to tell me off. But she didn’t. Instead, I kissed her. Or maybe she kissed me. It doesn’t really matter. What mattered was that it didn’t stop.

💼 | CEO + assistant—secret dating