Its Stoss. Im Just Popping Up From The Ether To Say I Love You And Your Writing Continues To Blow Me

It’s Stoss. I’m just popping up from the ether to say I love you and your writing continues to blow me away x

oh, my goodness! hey, stoss! i was literally thinking of you and your sweet baby the other day. how are you? i'm so glad you enjoy my writing. that's such high praise coming from you 💖

Just wanted to tell you that I loved Saccharine Sunshine and you are amazing at writing

you are the absolute sweetest for dropping this message into my inbox. it makes me so happy to hear you enjoyed that particular story. thank you so, so much for reading, darling! 

Hi hello can I know about your dream date to the art museum?

We’re swimming in a Van Gogh daydream, in colors and acrylics and tear-stained canvases. All is still as we stroll through each room, hand in hand, in awe of the art as the art admires us.

The cuff of his navy blazer tickles the roadmap of my veins. A threadbare camera strap hangs languidly from his neck. I’m wearing my favorite burgundy combat boots, the ones with scuffed soles and frayed laces. He’s wearing a pair of battered Brogues, cognac and patent leather and a little worn around the toes. His footsteps reverberate off the walls, across my ribcage, through my veins.

After we’ve seen all there is to see indoors, we sit in the gardens and sketch the sculptures lining the walls. He uses the charcoal stub he always carries around in his pocket to capture the perpetual smile of an elegant stone statue. The day is sunny, sweet, and slow. Gritty saccharine and sticky honey melting down the slope of my shoulder blades. It’s not quite summer, but the season is near. The air is warm, but not quite parched. His lips are chapped, but taste like sugar.

We leave the museum, and he takes me to the park across the street. I packed a small picnic in my bag - cherries, strawberries, saltine crackers, cheese, a baguette from the baker’s, a bottle of San Pellegrino and a tin can full of the chocolate chip cookies I baked the other day for two minutes too long.

We’re living in a Monet reverie, in pastels and brushstrokes and blushing waterlilies.

And everything - his hands, his lips, his lazy grin - is bliss.

hi babe!!! your writing is amazing, you have such a beautiful voice. i’d like to request a draco x (slytherin if you write slytherin readers) reader where he and the reader dated through 5th year and during 6th year he pulls away to protect her from everything that’s going down with him and the dark mark and dumbledore but she’s Not Having It and eventually he tells her and it gets fluffy? thank you 💗💞

hello, love! i apologize it took me awhile to complete your request, but i finally finished it and posted it just now. i'm not sure how "fluffy" the ending is, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless ♡

your writing is incredible! i wish i could use metaphors the way you do

oh my, you really are much too kind. thank you, love. i'm so glad you enjoy my stories ♡

Draco Malfoy x Reader

❝He fits his fingers to her hips, and it feels like fourth year all over again. With frost clinging to her hair and petals falling from her lips and a kiss - sweet, sweet, sweet - pressing against the corner of his mouth because she’d missed his cheek, but he doesn’t believe that was an accident, no.

❝Not entirely. ❞