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fabdante · 7 months

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16, 26, 30 and 31!

for this ask list! (thank you for the ask!! i finally got to my laptop to answer!)

16) Want any tattoos? What of?

Oooo, I love tattoos but have been taking a really long time considering what I want asdfghj. Plus a lot of my favorite artists are tattoo artists, as a lover of line art. If I could travel the world, I would probably have a lot of tattoos because of this, just collecting flash designs from my favorite artists dfghjkl.

Other then that, ideas that stick the most from my own head are some dandelions on my arm where I can see them. I've thought about getting some sentimental handwriting there to. And maybe little tributes to Treasure Planet and the reboot as well.

26) What are some seemingly childish things you like?

I love dolls! Especially fashion dolls! I finally caved in and started collecting them a few years ago. I try to be selective about it because like, I don't need a ton of dolls in my house and I don't want to be one of those collectors buying up all the dolls so kids can't have them.

I also love plushies. My biggest weak spots are anything crab shaped, Pokemon starters I've had, and any Cubones I will cry if I see a Cubone plush in the wild.

30) What are you looking forward to in the near future?

First and foremost, my non art job either laying me off when the season is over or being able to renegotiate my contract if they want keep me on post season dfghjkl. It brings me great comfort to know there's an end in sight there.

I'm excited for ZK week coming up, of course. I have a piece I've been absolutely dying to show people, so I'm really excited to finally share it because I've been sitting on it for like...A While Now. I also figured out an extra idea that's different then what I normally do which is fun and exciting to me. In general I have a lot of art that I've been excited about and look foreword to finishing!

There's a lot of mundane things, honestly. I have some very belated packages that I can finally (comfortably) afford to send in the mail so I'm excited to get those finished up and mailed off. There's an art show near me for some friends of mine that I'm really excited about! I've also been excited to write things lately. For a while I was only managing a few words a night but I've gotten back some love for some old WIPs and I'm excited to work on them a bit. There's also some artists I'm planning to buy some stuff from soon which is always fun for me. Also I will probably get to see my great aunt next month, and I always love seeing her!

This a little longer then I anticipated but it's is a very good question because my non art job has had me down in the dumps and honestly, it's good for me to think about all the good things I have going on in the next month or so that aren't waiting to know if I've been laid off asdfghjk

31) What are you looking forward to in the distant future?

Doing more conventions and art markets! It's an avenue I'm excited to explore with my art and see what happens! I'm also excited to try and launch Alice in Grungeland next year online. It'll be cool to get that project out there!

I'm looking foreword to the time I can support myself with some sort of art job. I know it'll take time and work but I am very eager for the day that either I can get An Art Job tm or I can be an independent artist and support myself. Or, or, I can go back to school and get enough education that I can teach in a college setting. Because I enjoy talking to people about art and helping people with their art in that type of setting, I just can't afford to go back to get a higher degree then I already have right now. But one day, maybe. Like, all and all I've had a really lucky year as an artist where I was able to support my household for a few rough months (albeit on strings) via my art but it has left me a bit hungry to do it full time.

Also one day purchasing the Samurai Champloo vinyl collection. I want the soundtrack vinyls. I want all four of them. I want to make this happen for me sdfghjkl.

#ask #fab talks #fabtalks #the sam cham vinyls have been my 'when i get a big girl job' reward for years but my current job has been such A Time i have considered #getting one or all four early asdfghjkl #also genuinely i mean it question 30 was good for me i think asdfghjk i saw it before my shift today and thought about it on and off #the whole time and it was very helpful in re contextualizing my life currently #anyway i love tattoos so much for someone so nervous to get one asdfghjk i just want to be really sure and i'm very picky about artists

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bxnnywrites · 9 months

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🖤 Killers Reacting to Nervous!Reader Holding Their Hand (Pt. 2) 🖤

AN :: Since my last one was well received, I decided to do another one as a quickie! I'm also testing out a new layout so lmk what you think!! Hope you guys enjoy <3

Characters :: Kazan Yamaoka (The Oni), Eva MacMillan (The Trapper), Frank Morrison (The Legion), Susie Lavoie (The Legion), Bubba Sawyer (The Cannibal), Ellen Ripley (Bonus!) Pt 1 Here [link]

༉ Kazan Yamaoka :: The Oni

[PT: Kazan Yamaoka: The Oni]

✴ He's surprised by it at first, your small hand in his giant one.

✴ It puts into perspective just how tiny you are compared to him, though these days it's rare for anyone to be bigger than he is.

✴ You're so small, so frail. It gives him a surge of protectiveness, the need to keep you safe.

✴ He leans over and brings the back of your hand to his lips, kissing it softly, gentlemanly.

✴ Fucking hell that makes you blush even more.

✴ He chuckles a bit, ruffling your hair with one hand. A small act of affection to let you know you're safe.

✴ He will keep you safe, no matter what.

༉ Evan MacMillan :: The Trapper

[PT: Evan Macmillan: The Trapper]

✴ Honestly? He's a bit nervous too.

✴ He won't admit that though, won't even show it. Him? Nervous over someone holding his hand? Nah, he would never.

✴ He squeezes your hand in return, pulling you just a bit closer, but doesn't have much immediate reaction to it.

✴ Absolute sap about it in private though, can't stop thinking about it. It was so simple but it reminded him that you loved him, only him.

✴ The next time you're together he takes the initiative and holds your hand first. Keeping you close to him to really let everyone know who you belong to.

✴ Fuckin dork.

༉ Frank Morrison :: The Legion

[PT: Frank Morrison: The Legion]

✴ Aw, lookit you! You're so nervous from just some hand holding.

✴ "You're damn cute when you blush like that, babe."

✴ You pout in return and he chuckles, pulling you a bit closer and kissing your forehead.

✴ "You're just provin' the point, y'know?"

✴ More pouting and he's grinning ear to ear, bastard that he is.

✴ But you suppose that's why you love him in the first place, cocky son of a bitch.

✴ Anyways, similar to Michael, his hand now. It shall be returned within 3-5 business days. Dw about it.

༉ Susie Lavoie :: The Legion

[PT: Susie Lavoie: The Legion]

✴ asdfghjkl;'

✴ Oh my god hand? Hand Holding???? You are Holding her Hand?????

✴ Screaming internally

✴ You're blushing so much oh fuck you're so cute you're so pretty

✴ What does she do oh shit fuck uuuuuuh

✴ Holds your hand tighter, trying not to implode from her own nervous wreck of emotions.

✴ Eventually, and very quickly, she kisses your cheek.

✴ Trying not to die from her own blushing and embarrassment.

✴ You give her hand an affirming squeeze, smiling at her, and she relaxes.

✴ God how did she get so lucky?

༉ Bubba :: The Cannibal

[PT: Bubba: The Cannibal]

✴ You...you're holding his hand?

✴ You're so gentle, your hands are so small, so soft.

✴ He could crush your hands if he wasn't careful, a similar worry to Michael's.

✴ But you were holding his hand!!! Your dainty little hand was in his!!!!

✴ It was a sign you loved him, really loved him!

✴ He starts giggling, he can't help himself. He doesn't even notice how nervous you are, consumed with his own delight.

✴ Pulls you into a really, really tight hug. One of the ones where you have to remind him to be gentle.

✴ He makes an apologetic noise and nuzzles his face into your hair, picking you up bridal style to hold you close.

✴ He's so happy you love him, he loves you just as much. He's so darn lucky to have you.

༉ BONUS :: Ellen Ripley

[PT: Bonus: Ellen Ripley]

AN 2: wifewifewifewifewifewifewife

✴ Damn that's sweet.

✴ Sweet like the feeling of fresh coffee in her veins, like hearing her cat purr against her chest.

✴ And you're so damn cute all nervous like this, it makes her heart sing.

✴ God she's so glad to be trapped in this hellhole with you.

✴ She kisses the back of your hand and runs her thumb over it gently, giving you this look that lets you know you mean the world to her.

✴ And you look at her the same way.

✴ Wordless but full of meaning in such a simple touch. Affection that goes beyond what words could describe.

✴ The other survivors are gagging from how sweet you two are.

Final Notes :: I'm a big butch lesbian so I added my Wife as a bonus because this was a bit of a sausage fest (besides Susie, perfect lil angel baby). It was weird writing romance for Susie tbh bc when I look at her I'm just like "Ah yes, my child." because whenever I play as her I get weirdly protective and if she gets palette stunned it becomes like, a personal offense. That's my fuckign niece dude!!!!! But I know some peeps would love to be romantic with her so I am here to provide. As is the authors duty. If you make it weird I'm shanking you behind a Wendy's.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed! Don't forget to rb and follow if you enjoyed!! <3

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cmncisspnandmore · 6 months

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One Night Stand: part 4

Pairings: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: None? slight angst? Maybe if you squint

Summary: Simon is away on a mission, but things are speeding up back at home.

A/N:....... Hi, sorry. I'm back, i'm sos sorry for the long break between parts. I'm also sorry this is a short part, i started writing it before i went on a break, and i finished it today and its kinda a flop. But i promise to do better on the next part. asdfghjkl, please stick with me, I promise i'll do better.

Word Count: 2.909

New to the series? Catch up here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

It had been almost a week since you heard from Simon. He has sent you a brief text the morning he left. It was vague, didn't give you any details about where he was going, or how long he would be gone. He had promised to contact you as soon as he could. You find yourself staring down at your phone, hoping that maybe if you stared at it long enough he would text you. But it never came.

Your knee shakes as you sit in the doctor’s office, the nurses coming out periodically to get someone from the waiting room. Your appointment was in 5 minutes, but you had been sitting there for the last 20 minutes. Nervous was an understatement, if you could describe how you felt out loud people would think you were insane. You felt like your lungs were vibrating in your chest, every organ moving at the fast pace of your heartbeat.

The nurse calls out your name as you stand on shaky legs. The world is out of focus as you walk towards her. She smiles, and leads you back to her ultrasound room, her voice muffled by the pounding in your ears. A hand touches your shoulder and it takes you a moment to realize that she was talking to you.

“This is your first?” She asks, sitting in the chair next to the bed, pulling her stool up to the computer.

“Oh.. yeah..” You lay back on the bed, and look over at her. She was wearing a pair of cartoon character scrubs. Her hair pulled up into a french twist, as she typed on the keyboard.

“Okay, well lay back, and roll down the top of your jeans, and pull up your shirt as we’ll see if we can get a good look at that baby of yours. Do we need to wait for dad?” She asks, as you lay back against the paper. It crinkles as you roll down the tops of your jeans, your body shifting as you adjust.

“Oh, no… he’s away,” heat rushes to your cheeks, red hot embarrassment coursing through your veins.

“Oh no problem lovely, we’ll make sure to get extra pictures and you can even record the heartbeat for him. How does that sound?” She asks as she picks up the wand and rolls closer to you.

“That would be lovely,”

“This will be a little cold,” she says as she squirts some of the ultrasound gel onto your stomach. The contact makes goosebumps break out along your skin, you watch the screen across from the bed. The grainy black and white picture moving around as she adjusts the wand. After a few moments a small white, baby-like blob takes over the screen.

“There they are! Look at them,” she smiles as she spends time taking measurements, and telling you what you were seeing on the screen. She takes some pictures while shes doing it, before she smiles at you.

“Okay, ready to record the heartbeat?” she asks, and presses a few keys on the keyboard.

You take your phone out and record the screen, the baby’s heart fluttering on the screen. After a moment the sound of fast paced wooshing fills the room, your eyes fill with tears. It was real, you knew about the baby obviously, but hearing the heartbeat made it real. There was a tiny person growing inside you. A part of you and Simon. You stop the recording as you wipe your eyes with one hand. The Ultrasound tech smiles and hands you a tissue, before she hands you another. “Here Love,” she smiles, “wipe that off and then I’ll be right back with your pictures to take home.”

You wipe the gel off your stomach, swinging your legs over the side as you wait. You open up the text thread between you and Simon. Your fingers tap the screen as you forward him the recording of the heartbeat.

Y/n: I know you couldn’t be here because of work, but I heard the heartbeat today. It was beautiful, they’re developing right on track. *heartbeat*

The nurse comes in and hands you two long strips of ultrasound pictures, you smile down at them. In one picture the baby’s hand is up in the air and it looks as if they’re waving. She added a little caption that says “hi Daddy!” On it and you can’t help the pang of guilt that settles in your gut.

This was Simon’s first child too. He should be able to experience everything with you. But you knew he couldn’t just abandon his post. He was needed, that much was clear, you couldn't ask him to give it up. You wouldn’t.

As you walk out of the doctors office towards the bus station, you can’t stop looking down at the roll of pictures in your hands. As the bus pulls up to the sidewalk you climb on and take an empty seat. You study the white baby-like outline as the bus pulls away from the curb, you wonder who they would look like.

Would they have Simon's light blonde hair?

Maybe his dark brown eyes?

Or would they look like you?

Maybe they would be a perfect blend of you both, with your eyes and Simon’s nose. Whoever they looked like, they would be loved. Your heart swells as you look down at the pictures, your fingered tracing outlines. They were only the size of a lemon, which was crazy to you. 13 weeks ago they didn't even exist, they were nothing. Just two cells that had yet to meet, and now they were the size of a lemon. They could move around although you couldn’t feel it yet, some babies even suck their thumb.

Your thoughts drift back to Simon… Did he know that the baby was the size of a lemon? That it could now suck its thumb and move around?

Sighing you pull out your phone and text the video of the baby's heartbeat to him, along with a picture of the sonograms. You watch as the blue text bubble sends and the word delivered appears under it. You stare at the screen, wishing that it would change to read, but it doesn’t. Your eyes burn from not blinking, as the bus pulls up to the stop by your neighborhood. You quickly tuck your phone away and step off. The brakes of the bus squeal as it pulls away, leaving you standing on the side of the road alone.

The walk back to your apartment isn’t long, it only takes 5 minutes at most. But today it felt like the longest walk of your life. You couldn't shake the feeling that pooled in your stomach when the tech looked at you, the pity in her eyes when she found out Simon wasn't there. It had done nothing but remind you that you would probably be doing most of this alone. That there was a chance Simon would miss the birth of his child due to having to be on a mission.

You haven't given it too much thought, because that seemed so far away from the present. But in reality you were already in your second trimester, and time was going to go by a lot faster than you thought it would. Your relationship with Simon was still in its infancy, you barely knew anything about one another. Sure there was the undeniable attraction between you two, the magnetic pull that caused this whole situation in the first place.

You climb the 3 flights of stairs to your apartment, your boots thudding on each step. The neighbors below you argue loudly, the crash of things being thrown jars you from your thoughts. You really hated them sometimes. It was like their entire relationship revolved around making each other mad. If they werent fighting they were stoned out of their minds, their eyes glazed over from drugs as they leant against the hoof of their beat up car. They had neer done anything to you personally but you had heard them fighting with some of the other residents. Mostly your direct neighbor to your left. She was a small old lady who would get fed up with them fighting and would call the cops on them regularly.

As you unlock the door to your apartment, the door to the left opens. The old woman steps out of her apartment with a scowl on her face as she looks at you. You pause, and clear your throat. “Can i help you Mrs. Hines?” You ask, stuffing the sonogram into your pocket.

“Those blasted drug addicts, at it again i tell ya! Throwing things, arguing all hours of the day. Outta teach them a lesson,” she mumbles as he heads towards the stairs. Her cane tapped on the floor as she headed down to the floor below. You wait until her white hair is out of sight on the staircase before you push open your apartment door. The apartment is exactly how you left it, your eyes flickering to the couch. Air rushes past your lips as you find it empty, your laptop sitting in the middle just as you left it.

You settle into your apartment, and hang the sonogram pictures on the fridge, a small smile on your lips. Settling back onto the couch you pick up your laptop and continue where you left off this morning with your article, the words flowing easily. Hours pass as you near the end of the article, your phone pinging on the couch next to you startles you. For a moment a flash of fear races through your body. Like a bucket of cold water was dumped on you, your heart hammers loudly in your chest. With shaking hands you reach over and grab it, tapping the screen with your thumb.

The small picture of an adorable ghost next to the name eases your anxiety that settled in your chest. You can't help the small smile that spreads over your lips as you read the messages from Simon.

Simon: Wow, I wasn't expecting them to look like an actual baby just yet. That's kind of insane.

You: I know.. Did you get a chance to listen to the heartbeat?

Simon: Yeah… Don't tell anyone but I may have teared up…

You: Your secret is safe with me.

There's no reply after that, which is expected. Honestly you were even surprised to have heard from him at all. He was out there doing god knows what, god knows where. Given that he had a few moments to reply to your text must mean that he wasn't fighting for his life at that very moment.

That thought gave you some comfort… Well kind of. Lately not a lot of things could make you feel at ease anymore. You never truly felt relaxed, not even after moving a few hundred miles away from your hometown. You still felt like you were waiting for the other shoe to drop. For it to be your turn to meet the same fate as your family. But it hasn't come yet, and that alone was enough to make every noise, every bump in the night send prickles of fear skittering across your body. Like thousands of ants running wild along the smooth plains, making you shift uncomfortably.

The apartment complex was surprisingly quiet for 8pm, normally around this time most of the residents were arguing. Mainly the couple from downstairs, but you haven't heard anything in a little while. You furrow your brows as you look out the window. Their car wasn't there, maybe they had gone out?. The parking lot was mainly empty save for a few cars that you were sure didn't run anymore. TUrning in your seat you glance down at your phone, the screen still dark.

Exhaustion pulled at you, over the last few weeks you had been having a hard time sleeping.The constant fighting from the people below you coupled with the raging hormones made sleep hard to come by. This past week is especially hard now that the small voice in the back of your head reminding you that Simon wasn't here. He wasn't just a phone call away right now. For all you know he could be on the other side of the world, and there was no established time he would be back. He very well could be gone for months.

Taking a deep breath you grab your phone and climb into your bed, pulling the blankets up over your head as you try to block out the small pang in your chest. The small part of you that missed Simon's presence. When he was around it was like someone had closed the doors to the roaring fears inside your head. They were still there, but they were muffled and you could be easily distracted from them. Allowing your body to relax for once, after being wound tight for months.

A blush creeps up your cheeks as you remember how blissfully blank Simon was able to make your mind that night. The night that led to the unplanned but not unwelcome baby that was currently growing in your uterus. Your eyes grow heavy as your mind drifts back to that night. You missed how his hands felt, skating across your skin. The warmth of his lips on yours, the way his heart pounded in his chest under your hands.

Your hand drifts down to your lower stomach, your fingers brushing the now taught skin. A small smile on your lips as you drift off to sleep with images of Simon's dark brown eyes and blonde hair dance in your mind.

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Smoke.

The first thing to cross your mind when you stir from your sleep is smoke.

The smell was suffocating as you sit up, and blink rapidly into the darkened room. Thick grey clouds billow under the door of your apartment. The loud creaking of the building settling startling you fully awake. Outside you can hear commotion in the parking lot. Quickly throwing the blankets to the side you pad over to the window. People from the lower floors of your building are filing out, waving their hands in front of their faces as they attempt to run from the building. Thick clouds of smoke follow them, as yellow and orange light flickers across their faces.

You drop to your knees as your throat starts to burn, the air in the room becoming harder and harder to breathe in. Your knees scrape along the uneven floor boards, scratching the soft skin. Pulling your shirt up over your mouth and nose you attempt to take slow even breaths, as the smoke rises to the top of the room. As you reach the door you lift your hand and place the back of it against the door. Its warm but not hot. Taking one last deep breath you reach up hand grasping the warm door knob as you turn it.

Smoke rushes into the room, stinging your eyes as you crawl forward. The hallways is hazy but you can see the stairs at the end of the hall. They look clear of any fire, and you start to crawl there. As you reach the top of the stairs a sound behind you causes you to stop. The floor by your door creaks and groans before it splinters and falls through. Flames lick up through the hole, heat dancing across your skin. It was hot. So incredibly hot. Your eyes water, as you struggle to pull air into your lungs.

Your throat burns as tears slide down your cheeks, your lungs ache as you start coughing. Your mind becomes fuzzy from lack of oxygen, as you grasp the railing of the stairs you start to feel your way down them quickly. Your feet blindly hitting steps, a few times you almost slip on the stairs. As you get down to the second floor the smoke is thicker. You can't see your own hand in front of your face. The staircase to the first floor is engulfed in flames, they lick up the stairs as they threaten to singe your clothes.

The window in the stairwell before it shatters above you front he heat, tiny shards of glass rain down on you where you crouch on the staircase. Your body is sluggish from the carbon monoxide. This was it…

The way out was blocked and you didn't have the energy to climb back up the stairs to try the back staircase. It had only been a few minutes since you left the apartment, but it felt like a lifetime. Your body ached, your skin hurt from the heat, like the worst sunburn you’ve ever gotten. Your lungs screamed like you were being held under water, each cough that forced its way from your throat felt like razor blades.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, leaving trails through the soot and ash that covered your face. The world is slightly muffled as you put your head on the warm concrete of the stairs. The last of your energy fading as sirens scream in the distance. At least they would find your body, maybe there would be enough to identify, so someone would be able to get back to Simon about what happened.

Simon.

Your heart aches in your chest.

What if no one ever told him what happened?

Your mind starts to go fuzzy and your eyes slide closed, sweet oblivion pulling you under.

As the world fades out you feel someone's arms wrap around you, lifting you from the stairs, their deep voice vibrating in their chest. “Bloody hell, Love. Trouble just knows how to find you, yeah?”

Next Part: Part 5

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hyunjins-goddess · 7 months

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CEO!Chris X FEM!Reader

I SEE RED.

(MY FIRST BANGCHAN FIC RAHHHHHH 🗣🗣🗣‼️‼️‼️‼️ BE NICE TO ME PLS. I'm so nervous about this one, literally shitting myself because idek if I like this, but this is one of my fantasies lolololol Feel free to like, comment, reblog, scream at me in my asks etc about the new album Skz are releasing, I'm so excited asdfghjkl. IF YOU ARE A MINOR, DO NOT READ, I REPEAT, DO NOT READ.)

It all started with a conversation that took place the other evening.

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why communication is key in a relationship. So if we dislike something? Voice it. Crossed a boundary? Make yourself be heard. Hell, make this a habit even if you've only just met someone.

And when you voice something that you do like? Equally important. Let them know that they're doing something good. Doing what, I hear you ask? My sweet little reader, I'll leave that up to your most wildest fantasies in that fascinating mind of yours.

But I digress!

One evening, you and your fiancè were sat at the dinner table. Well, he had taken your hand and propped you onto his lap as you both ate your dinner. With him working such long hours, (being the CEO of a huge talent agency mind you!) his favourite way to wind down after a hard day was just to have you close to him. One of his favourite past times would be to lay in bed with you, and listen to you read to him. For all he cared, you could be reading the dictionary to him, he just loved hearing your voice and having you close to him.

You were his safety net and he was yours.

You'll never forget the day you had returned from work, it had been a particularly gruelling shift, as you walked through the door Chris had appeared in the doorway. Upon seeing him, you couldn't help but break into a huge smile, your shoulders feeling less tense as he removed your jacket for you. "Hello, my love." He whispered into your ear, strong arms wrapping around your middle making you sigh as you let his familiar, warm scent envelope you.

"Hey baby," You whispered back, letting your head fall back on his broad shoulder as his face had nuzzled into your neck.

He had proceeded to let you know that he had ran you a bath, knowing how stressful your day had been, and he had taken your hand leading you to the bathroom.

He had undressed you, making little comments that had made you blush and chuckle, causing him to launch his dimples at you. Chris gently helped you in the bath and started to wash your hair, massaging your scalp and silencing your loud thoughts.

He then undressed himself, laughing softly as you made some saucy comments back to him. Then, he held you from behind, pulling you close to him. Caressing your body, trailing his plump lips across your naked back, causing you to break out in the most pleasurable goosebumps not only at the feeling, but of such the intimate act itself.

It were these things that he did for you, that just made your heart soar. Just made you believe that God Himself, had crafted him just so that He could show you what true love is.

Back to this little conversation:

So you were happily sat upon Chris' lap, listening to him tell you about his day when suddenly he nonchalantly mentioned:

"You know, I think red is your colour."

"Oh?" You replied, slightly taken aback, "Where did that come from?" You laughed, which made him giggle.

"I don't know, I just- Seeing you in that red shirt you've got on now, it really emphasises your features. Brings out your hair, skin tone and eyes!"

Such an innocent, sweet comment but by God did you have some sort of epiphany. It's like it triggered a switch within you and you silently hatched a plan.

And so, here you are, in the back of a cab on the way to make a surprise visit to your fiancè at his office.

You had never done anything this risky before, the thought of what you were doing was causing you to break into perspiration. You could feel it gathering in the palm of your hands but you couldn't ignore the heat pooling in your lower stomach.

Before you knew it, the cab stopped. Your heart rate had risen significantly as you smoothed down your beige coloured, long trench coat. You inhaled, thanked the driver, and exhaled as you got out, Louboutin heels clicking across the tarmac in such an aesthetically pleasing fashion.

Who knew that shows could even sound that expensive?

You couldn't help but have to refrain from giggling as you got through the revolving door, chewing down on your bottom lip as you walked to the reception desk.

The lovely receptionist broke out into a beam as she recognised you straight away. "Miss Y/N! It's so good to see you, how are you?

You beamed back. "Hey you! I'm doing really well thank you, how about you? How are the kids?"

"Ahh we're all doing well thank you so much for asking, they keep me entertained!" She giggled. "I'll buzz you up to Mr Bahng's office!"

There goes your heart rate again. "Brilliant, thank you so much! We will have to catch up over coffee soon!" You genuinely promised as you made your way to the elevator.

"Sure thing, Miss Y/N!"

You couldn't help but smile, after all this time she was always so polite and insisted on formalities, despite your insisting on first names.

As you got closer to Chris' office, your breath got shaky. No time to be scared now, bad bitch mode activated.

You opened his door and felt your knees almost buckle at just how sexy he looked:

Crisp white shirt with two top buttons undone exposing his honey coloured skin and strong neck, sleeves rolled up accentuating his gorgeous arms. His black tie has been undone and loose around the collar of his shirt. His eyebrows had been furrowed in concentration, looking over reports on his computer but they raised as he beamed when he saw you. You swore his smile was like looking into the sun and you adored when his hair was swept from his face, it focused on his cheekbones and straight eyebrows, and you gushed at his masculine nose.

"Baby!" His rich coffee coloured eyes sparkled and you grinned at how they crinkled. "I'm so happy to see you!" He practically jumped out of his hair and bounded over to you. "Can I ask why you have graced this building with your presence?" He giggled as he pulled you into him, securing you in those magnificent arms of his.

You let yourself melt into his warmth, wrapping your arms around his neck, you deeply inhaled the scent of his neck. Of cinnamon, amber and vanilla. Of home.

"I just missed you." You replied, smiling, and to that he squeezed you. After a little bit you released yourself from him. "You forgot your dessert aswell."

His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you, you had to refrain from giggling as he tilted his head to the side in just the cutest way. "Dessert? I didn't forget it th-"

Oh but he was cut off. Because at that point you removed your trench coat and let it drop into a heap on the ground.

Revealing the sauciest, sexiest, most scandalous piece of lingerie you and I have ever seen:

At first glance it had the silhouette of a dress. It was a red lace push up bra with see through mesh, ending just at the top of your thigh. Through the mesh there was a matching red lace garter belt, suspenders attached to it making your thighs just look too delectable that Chris thought his knees were going to buckle. Just wait until he saw the g string.

Chris' pupils had blown out and his breathing hitched as his gaze ravaged upon, trailing you up and down. When he looked into your eyes, you felt your cheeks flush and you had to press your thighs together for friction as his tongue poked his cheek.

He walked closer to you, hands in his pockets, sexy smirk gracing his lips as you found yourself pressed up against the door. Oh his eyes were dark, they were almost black. And they were hooded. You could only describe it as the gaze of a predator on the prowl to its prey.

His hand reached over and slowly locked the door. He wasn't even touching you yet but the proximity caused you to let out a short breath and his smirk widened as his face got closer to yours. His mouth was so close to yours, you were breathing each other's air and you found your hips trying to rut up against his waist.

"Tell me one good reason why I shouldn't tear this off of you right now and fuck you up against this door." Chris whispered, nose tracing against your jaw and touching your neck. It was taking every fibre of your being not to let out a whimper, but you fought on, gently pulled him by the back of his hair to make him look at you. You smirked:

"Because baby, this was expensive and you haven't even seen it up close-"

You didn't get the chance to finish your bratty reply as Chris had suddenly gripped the back of your thighs and lifted you up in the air, making your legs wrap around as what you called his "slutty little waist." You laughed but couldn't help yourself rutting against his stomach, lightly gasping at how the ridges of his abs rubbed against your heat.

Chris smirked darkly at you as he set you on his desk, he stood between your legs and caged you with his arms at your sides. "You really are acting like a bitch in heat aren't you? Made your way over here with your little bad-ass trench coat on, wearing the sluttiest outfit known to man. And now you decide to practically hump me but that's absolutely fine with me cause' you're my little bitch aren't you-" The way his voice had dropped an octave, dripping with pure condescension had your toes curling in your heels and you just couldn't take it anymore. You grabbed him by his collar kissing at his mouth savagely, making him smirk evilly into your mouth at how easy it was to rile you up. Moans and groans were spilling into each other's mouths, your tastes mixing together into the most dangerous concoction, call it a Molotov Cocktail if you will. You can't describe the feeling of having his lips on you, whether it was your lips or skin, it set you on fire. And you were always ready to be burned by him.

His hands were all over your body, gripping at your flesh and you almost ripped his shirt off, you were frantic at the need of feeling his skin on yours. You were lightheaded at the feeling if his hot skin against yours, it was like he was sizzling and his scent had you in a chokehold.

He looked so devastatingly sexy when he was turned on: Luscious plump lips swollen and pink with desire, honey toned skin with a pink hue, almost like a sunset cascading down his body. Dark, intense eyes glimmering at you, daring you to challenge him. "Dessert huh?" Chris purred as his hands balled into fists, gripping at your suspender straps, tugging at them to part your legs wider for him. "Allow me to dig in."

He feasted on your pussy, like the man had just walked through the depths of the desert and was having his first meal in weeks. Swirling his tongue across your heat, he would be damned if he missed a spot. After tasting you, he fixed his lips around your clit, sucking hard yet slow.

You couldn't keep still. Your back was arching, you were fighting yourself to keep as quiet as you could, hips canting on his face. Your nails dragged across his wooden oak desk, it was like you were marking your territory by having your own markings across his furniture.

But you were marking it with your essence too, also dripping onto his face.

"Shit!" You tried not to squeal out as he grabbed your calves, shoved your knees up onto your chest so he could allow himself more room to devour your pussy. You couldn't stop yourself from latching onto his hair, pulling at it. Neither you or he gave a shit if it hurt his scalp. It was like you were possessed and this demon who was making your body contort, was certainly the owner of you.

He sat back, eyeing up at you as he gathered your arousal and his spit on his fingers, then slowly entered his two fingers into you, automatically curling them into the spot that had you seeing God.

But the only God you worshipped was Chris.

He then rubbed at your clit and before you could say "S Class", you squirted. Hard.

Your essence was all over him: His face, soaked into his shirt, dripping down the desk.

While you were trying to control the shakes of your orgasm, to get your breath back, Chris calmed you by pressing his lips along your body again, mapping you out for the umpteenth time. He massaged at your skin and you managed to lift your head up, only to meet a mischievous grin of his.

"That was so much, babygirl. I don't know why I have so much whiskey in this cabinet, when I could just let your cum drip into a glass, nothing compares to the taste of your puss- oof!"

That cheeky, sexy motherfucker made you sit up, energy restored, and before you both knew it you kicked your heel fairly strongly into his chest, making him fall back into his office chair.

With his legs spread, dick straining against his pants, you straddled him and hurriedly rid him of his belt. You were to desperate to take his pants off you both were, so due to your previous orgasm you didn't need to prep, you grabbed his cock and slid yourself onto him.

Chris threw his head back, closing his eyes and moaned out at the feeling of your wetness pooling around his slit, and your walls engulfing him. "Ahh, shit!"

Your back arched and hips jolted as your overstimulated clit brushed up against pelvic bone, letting out a soft whimper at how full he made you feel. "Be quiet Daddy, don't want anyone hearing you slacking on your work now do you?" You teased as you gripped onto him, slowly rolling your hips up and down, making him groan oh so sexily.

He glared up at you, jaw clenching as he gripped at your lingerie, nearly ripping it. "You think I give a shit? This is MY company, MY building, MY office. If anything, if you like, they can gather round in here and watch, let them get a briefing on how they SHOULD fuck their partners." Oh you clenched at how unhinged he was being with his words and how he was fucking up into you now. You moaned when he tugged you by your hair and bit down on your neck.

"Or, ya know, I could always shove my tie into your mouth to make you shut up if you're feeling too shy at the moment," He smirked into your skin as he smacked your ass.

"Oh fuck you!" You moaned out and dug your nails into his skin, scratching him cause him to hiss in pure pleasure.

"Oh but I am babe, I AM fucking you and I know you're about to cum with how much your pussy is clenching at me. Give me another one huh? Cum for your husband."

That did it. To stop yourself from screaming out, you sank your teeth into his neck as you came around his dick. At the feeling of your teeth breaking his skin and your pussy pulsating around him, Chris pulled at your body tight to his as his thick cum squirted into you with a deep groan of your name.

You both held onto each other, breathing heavily as you calmed each other down. He softly kissed at the marks he made on your skin, squeezing you as if to apologise if he went too far. You ran your fingers through his dark locks, cradling his head to your body as you whispered "I love you's" into each other's skin.

Chris looked up at you lovingly as he rubbed your body. "So...what colour are you gonna go for next? Cause this red on you nearly made me call for an ambulance, black, I'm going into cardiac arrest."

And that's that guys, let me know what you think! Thank you so so much for reading, I really hope you are well and taking care of yourself!! ✨️🩷✨️🩷

#stray kids #stray kids smut #bang chan smut #skz smut #bangchan x reader #bangchan x y/n #bangchan x female reader #bangchan x you #smut

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eddieswh0r · 2 years

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Okay short silly idea because requests are still open!! My birthday is on Valentine's day and I just love imagining how Eddie would react to that. Maybe his crush just casually brings it up in conversation and then goes on about how it's the worst holiday to have a birthday on because nobody's ever asked them out so it always ruins the holiday and birthday (can confirm it sucks) and Eddie's just like "well, I know what day I'm confessing on!"

Sorry if that's totally incoherent my brain is not doing good right now. I've been crying and need a pickmeup so even just some thoughts about this would be nice. Have a good day sweetie 🥰

asdfghjkl. i love this idea, imagine how soppy he'd be.

"This sucks ass!" Rolling your eyes an exasperated sigh leaving your lips, pushing your lunch around the metal tray with your fork. Looking around the cafeteria everyone was giving their boyfriends, girlfriends and crushes cards and gifts.

"Fuck Valentines"

"Right?" You laughed, looking towards the end of the table, big brown eyes staring back at you. You see, That's Eddie. Edward Munson to be precise, the guy who took you under his wing when you started Hawkins high, a nervous little nerd who just wanted to play d&d and spend time in the library. Eddie really brought you out of your shell, you'd even cuss sometimes but walking round in your new Hellfire club shirt with a bunch of new friends really made you feel like you belong, even though the group got tormented on a daily basis, you fit in with them and you had friends so the taunts were worth it. Little did you know ever since that day Eddie saw you, he was crushing on you. Hard.

"I don't get the hype personally, its one day a year man. Shouldn't you love them every day? It's a money maker for gullible people, big companies want to cash in" leaning back in his chair and kicking his feet up onto the cafeteria table, crossing them he laughed "Never had a card, don't want one, especially covered with hearts 'n shit. So in two days' time it will be just me strumming my sweetheart in my room" Eddie winked at you which automatically sent your cheeks rosy, of course you knew he meant his guitar but the aching in the pit of your stomach wanted otherwise.

"I don't get cards anyway, 'cos god forbid someone sees and thinks it's a valentines one" shaking your head, you gathered your things as the bell rang to end lunch, nodding your head to signal bye you head towards your next class.

Eddie had a puzzled look on his face as he took hold of his metal lunch box, grabbing Dustin by the collar, pulling him towards him "Why does she speak in code man?" As Dustin prized Eddies hand off his shirt collar he responded "Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. No wonder you didn't graduate if you thought that was code?! It's her birthday on Valentine's day dude, a Balentine's if you will" Dustin looked immensely proud of his remark but Eddie did not.

"I swear man, you didn't tell me because?" Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose, taking in a deep breath, a little irritated at the fact he didn't know when your birthday was, especially since he was literally in love with you.

"I thought you already knew? Especially cos you're like in love with her. Also, will you just ask her out because love sick Eddie is actually annoying as shit" Dustin chuckled as Eddie shoved him in the shoulder

"Henderson!! Meet me at my van after school, i have an idea" Eddie yelled over to Dustin with a raised eyebrow and a smirk as he made his way out the cafeteria

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Valentine's day, your birthday, fuck. The day was here, just a card from your mom and a joint one from Jeff and Gareth. It was clear they'd made it themselves last minute but you cherished it all the same. Every time you heard a noise, you'd run to the window to see if the flag was up on the mailbox, much to your dismay - nothing. It was the same every year but somehow you thought this year would be different, maybe a card from Eddie or maybe a phone call? You wished for a card from him. Hell, you'd dreamt about it, not a birthday card but a Valentines one. You really had fallen hard for this boy, ever since that day you met him, as soon as you tripped over his shoe, books flying down the corridor. He tells everyone it was your shirt he noticed first, a witty d&d pun on the front of it but that's not the case. Your eyes, big and sparkling, that's what he noticed first, oh and the fact you had really soft hands which he didn't want to let go of when he grabbed them to stop you falling flat on your face. But nevertheless there was a last minute d&d meeting called at 7pm tonight, at least you'd see someone bar your mom on your birthday.

"Sinclair, if you just.. a little.. higher. No, lower, left a bit.." Eddie ran his hands over his face, stressed at the multiple instructions he's had to give, which seem to be going in one ear and out the other.

"Henderson, if you put it any lower it might aswell be on the god damn floor. If you want something doing.." Snatching the sheet away from Dustin and Lucas, Eddie pressed the tack through the sheet into the wall, hanging it up. Although lob-sided the three of them stood back, admiring the hard work. Well, Eddies hard work.

"So? It's perfect isn't it?" A smile spread across Eddies face as he stared at his masterpiece, hung on the back wall in the room where the members of Hellfire gathered to play D&D.

"I mean, it's alright? Erm, what is it?" a comment from Lucas which earned him an elbow to the ribs from Dustin.

"OW!"

"You can clearly see what it is, shit-head" Dustin spoke through gritted teeth and widening his eyes, trying to signal Lucas to just stop talking

"Are we looking at different things? 'Cos that isn't wha-"

"SHUT UP" Eddie yelled at the pair.

"Jesus Christ" Dustin mumbled "It looks... great"

"It's perfect. She'll love it. So Henderson..." Eddie spun on his heel, almost bouncing on them, facing the curly haired boy. "The plan, 7pm. You know what you need to do? The 'meeting' is all set up, I'll be here, waiting."

"So, are you driving us then?" Looking at Dustin and Eddie with a serious face, Lucas never ceased to amaze. Does that boy listen? like ever?

"Christ. How is Eddie driving us when he needs to be here? Earth to Lucas, is anybody working inside there?" Dustin knocks his knuckles on the side of Lucas' head, shaking his own in disbelief that he even associated with someone who had a lower IQ.

"How you two are still alive, I'll never fucking know. Anyway. 7pm, SHARP, You got that? I'm talking to you Sinclair"

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"Happy Val-Birth-tines Y/n" Dustin and Lucas shouted at the same time, although Dustin was perfectly happy saying 'birthday' Lucas confused him by saying Valentines, so that's how the words came out. A chuckle left your lips as did a 'Thank-you' as you stood your bike up on the grass

"To Hellfire" Dustin bellowed trying to put on a deep voice and outstretching his arm forward with a pointed finger.

The ride wasn't all that long, a quick 15 minutes and you were placing your bike wheel into the stand alongside Dustin and Lucas who were now sharing glances between each other. Making your way inside you were talking away to the boys

"..Yeah that's what i was saying. So why did we need an emergency meeting? Has something happened with the campaign?" Placing one hand on the double doors to Hellfire you turned your head to look behind you for an answer

"Dustin? Lucas? Hey?" Your brows furrowed, how had they just disappeared like that? Shrugging your shoulders you pushed the doors open and stepped inside.

The room was pitch black, "7pm, they said. I can't see anything and they've disappeared" you huffed, fumbling your hands over the wall, looking for a light.

Baby, i get so scared inside and i don't really understand,

Is it love that's on my mind? Or is it fantasy.

Heaven is in the palm of my hand,

and it's waiting here for you.

The sudden sounds of Ozzy and Lita gave you a fright, clutching at your chest you looked around you as the twinkle of fairy lights turned on, one by one. An old sheet hung up on the back wall, red paint splattered over it reading ‘Happy Balentines Y/n’.

"Y/n.." Eddie emerged out of the darkness, the soft twinkle of the lights reflected off his big chocolate brown eyes.

“Eddie? What’s going on? Oh my god, is this a new campaign?” You bounced on the balls of your feet in excitement as Eddie was stood directly in front of you, the double doors behind you wafted shut and as you looked over your shoulder you could just see the curls of Dustin’s hair retreating down the corridor. Those little shits.

“Y/n? Hey..” Eddie beamed, grabbing your attention, taking your hand into his, shyness overtook you, which didn’t happen in front of Eddie too often anymore. You cheeks burned crimson, looking up at him through your eyelashes you melted upon his gaze.

“It’s not a new campaign” Eddie let out a quiet laugh, running his thumb over your hand.

“Listen, sweetheart.. I.. Fuck. Look at you. You’ve been carved by the angels huh?” The soft glow of lights bounced off your face, highlighting all the right places. His eyes scanned your features closely, like it was the first time he’d ever really, properly looked at you.

“What I wanted to say is..” cupping your face with his large, calloused hands, he took a breath “Y/n, when I first saw you and, and I grabbed your hand to stop you falling, that’s when I knew.. I never wanted to let that hand go. Jesus Christ, I’m so fucking in love with you Y/n.” Eddie gently placed his other hand on the left side of your chest “I could feel it straight away, in here. In my heart, fuck. It beats so fast whenever I see you, I swear I could explode.”

Tears stung the corners of your eyes, you couldn’t quite believe this was happening, no-one had ever done anything like this for you before. Hell, you’d never had someone in love with you before. Eddie could see the tears pooling and he automatically thought he’d fucked everything up, his hand slowly moved from your cheek and chest.

“Shit, shit, shit. No this was too much. I shouldn’t have. I always fuck shit up. ‘Be brave and tell her’ I said, don’t run away from it and look where I am now.” breathing out a big sigh, Eddie sat perched on the table with his head in his hands.

“Eddie?” moving in front of him, you returned the favour of cupping his face with your hands this time, tenderly tipping it up to look at you “This, all of this? It was perfect, you’re perfect. You have no idea” the corners of your mouth twitched up into a smile as did his, arms snaking around your waist.

“Nothing like taking your time Munson, I’ve only been in love with you since like always..” the dulcet sound of giggles left your lips as he tightened his grip around your waist and grinned from ear to ear

“Happy Balentines Baby”

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I mean.. I’m not overly happy with this but it’s soppy Eddie right?😭

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie fanfic #valentines #birthday #eddie munson one shot

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jesperfaheys-defenseattorney · 10 months

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Okay, I'm basically just gonna give you the smallest rundown of all (most, my favourites) my soc one shots. Unfortunately, I can't get links right now (crying, technology hates me 😭😭)

How to get a Tired Demo Expert to Sleep: My FIRST work in the fandom. Domestic fluff, some tired Wylan and caring Jesper, we love to see it

Putting a Label on It: Set after s2ep8. Very cute fluff, lil picnic date and some nervous Jesper

Starlight: My FAVOURITE work I've done. Over 5k words (I think). Took two hours to write. Bit of fake dating, some random mercher world building, healthy doses of pining on both sides, Wylan 👏 in 👏 mercher 👏 black 👏

Something to Stay For: If you know Newsies, you'll be as obsessed with this fic as I was writing it. Basically Something to Believe In. But of angst, bit of fighting but it all works out in the end

Line Without a Hook: Based on a drawing by @simplydifficultme. Mermaid Jesper, fisherman Wylan. We get a little Kaz and Wylan brotherly bonding and some trans Wylan, as a treat. Also contains one of my favourite OCs I ever made

(you can also read inlaid with stars if you want. Tangled au and my first long fic in the fandom)

Run wild, bestie!!!

Oooo okay okay 👀

Putting a read more for the sake of people going through my blog. I'm about to type a lot.

I love that please 😭 Honestly Jesper and Wylan comfort/domestic fics just hit different. They're so good.

Omg I do love the idea of Wylan in Mercher black. Unfortunately I have not watched the show yet (waiting for my bestie to finish six of crows) but I watch a lot of clips/interviews and I've seen the first few episodes. I do know about s2 ep8 though so I get the context 😂 I'm so picky about reading fanfiction from the show though I'm so sorry for some reason I just really dislike when the characters are written as looking like the actors I DON'T KNOW WHY HELP ME. I don't mind show canon though and I will definitely check it out and let you know if I finish it 😂😅. I'm sure it's amazing<3

Angst and happy ending you say 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 And no I don't know that show(?) But I'm sure the fic is perfectly understandable without knowing it as with most AUs 😌.

MERMAN AU?????? 👀👀👀👀👀 Love Kaz and Wylan bonding 😌✨. I don't headcanon Wylan as trans but I respect the HC itself. I just didn't read him that way so when I first saw that I was like wait a minute 😂 That is interesting though I've never read a fic with that HC soooo 👀. Asdfghjkl stop OCe can be the perfect touch to fics if they're done right. I'll send you some asks about them if I read it 👀. I'm assuming it's a chapter fic????

Ooo ooo I saw that I'm most excited for that one I LOVE the idea 👀👀👀👀✨✨✨✨

Thank you I will 😌🤗

#new lore #blaize <3 #blaize's ask #wesper fanfiction #wesper fic recs

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themidnightarcher · 6 months

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hiii its super late for love letter night noww but it is (read: was) in fact love letter night and you deserve all the love letters <3 your blog is amazing and its SO pretty, i could neverr and you being mutuals with me makes me feel very validated <33 i hope you have a great year and rest of life and i just want you to know that you mean the WORLD to me xx

that's all

byeee!!

OH.MY.GOD. ASDFGHJKL THANK YOU SMM ILY ILY 🫶🏾💗 i'm literally like your #1 secret admirer on this app, you're so fucking cool and radiate such warm, wonderful energy, it's amazing (and so are you bestie xx) i literally get NERVOUS AS FUCK EVERYTIME YOUR ON MY DASHH BECAUSE YOU'RE THAT INCREDIBLE 😭

and OH I FEEL INCREDIBLY HONOURED?? 🙏 tbh being one of your mutuals is literally such a huge achievement for me personally because your blog is superior >>> (and the sabrina theme *chef's kiss* 💋) you deserves ALL the very best things life has to possibly offer and i hope 2024 treats you super well because you only deserve the best AND once again, ilysm mwah! <33

#answered ask!#💌#<3 #beloved mutuals

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morganee · 1 year

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THREE DOORS......WILLEL......PLSPLSPLSPLS

MY DARLING 💛 thank you SO MUCH for choosing this!!

This is my baby. I've been working on this for the past month or so. It's a 6 chapter story (might turn them into 8) and I'm just halfway through the second chapter asdfghjkl but I have the entire outline of the fic written down and I can't wait to share this story! I'm super excited but super scared because multi-chapters are hard D: I'm going to publish it once I have it all written.. which, hopefully, won't take me too long 😅

What I can say is that this fic is going to be my version of S5. It's byler centric but there's going to be tons of willel too 🤧

I can't really give you the summary (because I'm still trying to figure out how to write it without spoiling too much asghllk) BUT HERE'S A VERY LONG SNIPPET FOR YOU 💛

“Do you think he’s coming back?” Will asks. El turns to look at him and her voice carries a heaviness he hasn’t heard in a year. “Do you feel him?” His hand instinctively goes to the back of his neck. There’s no shiver, no goosebumps warning him that something is wrong. There’s no weird feeling telling him he can feel him, because he can’t. Vecna’s been silent for over two years. “No,” he replies. “I can’t. It’s just a sensation, but I can’t feel him.” “It’s probably the anniversary effect,” she replies, hand slipping into his. He holds it tight and finds the strength he needs in his sister’s hold. “You’re probably right,” he replies. “Halloween has never been the nicest holiday for me. Or the week right after it.” “Don’t worry. You have all of us to support you this week,” she says and giggles at her own thoughts that she quickly decides to share. “And you’ll definitely have Mike.” Will rolls his eyes and El pokes his side until she’s full-on tickling him. “El! Stop!” She giggles and he knows she’s had only a couple of drinks, but tipsiness looks good on her. She’s carefree and happy and giddy. Will wants to see his sister like this forever.

#byler #willel #stranger things #wip #I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS YOU HAVE NO IDEA #I want to write it all and just publish it asdfghjkl #not the first time I write a multi chapter but it's the first byler multi chapter and I'm nervous <3 #THANK YOU FOR ASKING ABOUT THIS ASDFGHJKL #my baby #kinda scared it's going to suck though #im excited but maybe it's a boring plot asdfghjkl #ok i'll stop rambling in the tags #THANK YOU FOR THIS GAME DARLING #sara <3 #my fanfiction

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because-its-eurovision · 2 years

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the boys where lovely tonight 🥺

Niko hugged Aleksi tightly, Joel cuddled Olli so closely I thought for a moment they'd kissed, Joonas put his head on Niko's shoulder from the back, Joel put his arms around Joonas and Niko got on his tiptoes and gently kissed Joel on the cheek 😭

Aleksi and Olli and Joel all looked at and smiled at me 🥰 Joel loved how much I was dancing and headbanging and pointed at me 🖤 and also Niko saw me singing along (and maybe doing some raphands) and gave me a smug smile and I'm like asdfghjkl. dead. done. gone from the earth. stupid rap hobbit. 💕💕💕

I got as many pics and video clips as possible but I'm still not sure if anything came out of those, and I don't know when I'm gonna have time to go through them because I'm leaving for the airport like at 6.30 tomorrow morning so 🙃

Also the gig somehow turned into a random BC tumblr meeting because I went there with @drippinlou @paleangels13 @thisisntaparty and @yourlocalharbourmaster and I then ran into @ladysorbus and @theflyingfeeling 🖤🥰🥺

so anyways tomorrow I'm gonna be fucking off to tour Kraków -> Prague -> Berlin -> Zürich -> Lucern -> Liechtenstein for two weeks

and I never been to any of those countries and I've never been away from home this long and I'm so excited and hyped but also very very nervous 😶

I already got some great tips for Poland & Switzerland but please if anyone has any more hmu 🙏

#ugh I love my boys so muuuuuuch #I can't believe I have to wait until December 😔#also I can't believe I kinda have FRIENDS now #I've only ever had like one or two friends but never a friend group #is this what it feels like 🥺#sorry about the rant #I'm tired and that always makes me emotional #forget I said anything #blind channel

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andypantsx3 · 1 year

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Really nervous sending this but.. The way you write Shoto.. I am pretty sure many people had already pointed out and hearing it all the time might bore you but seriously.. I really like reading him in character and you are one of the few who can really understand his character. Like one of your fics even helped me out when I was struggling with many things in life. I feel like I would be a terrible person if I did not thank you personally so here I am, thank you for doing what you do, I guess?.. Have a nice day.

Oh my god this is one of the nicest messages I have ever received!! Thank you, sweet benevolent anon angel!! And I'm so happy my fic could be there for you during a tough time. I hope things have gotten better and that you're doing really well!!🥺🥺🥺

I am trying my best, and I'm really glad you think I'm doing okay! I'm sure you must get this too but I just go absolutely insane over all the different aspects of Shouto that Horikoshi has given us so far. I'm having a really good time figuring out how best to explore them all.

He's just so good!! He's so kind and thoughtful, and I love that he's also kind of impatient and a bit of a brat underneath it all. He's just...so....ASDFGHJKL. I could write for like a hundred years and never get tired of exploring Shouto's character.

Anyway before I get too insane thinking about our anime husband lol, thank you so much!!! This made my whole day. I hope you also have an absolutely amazing day!!!! 💖💖

#ask andie

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fr3aklike-me · 1 year

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oh uwbwow stoooop!!! i wanna kiss you :( but yeah i wear that a lot hehe. oh thank you <33 omg right?? i literally do that every time i get out of the house pls 😭 ohhh i see, that's really hot ngl.

oh i understand, i hope that's going well for you!! <3 oh thank you!! you're sweet :( omg you have a wolf cut?!?!?!? will you marry me???? pls???? i promise ill cook for you and clean and do whatever you want!!!!

no you're cute! you make me nervous in the best way possible, so i kind of like it hehe. but thanks, ill let you know if i want to stop or anything, i hope you know you can always tell me too <3 omg and yes i do wanna know!! and you can be as explicit as you want. and omg it's ok!! ask as many questions as you need <3<3

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hehe, c'monnnn, with that outfit and how good I'm sure you look in it, I have to make you know that I'd be so attracted to you in it. yes, please, can we kiss? you're seriously so sweet and cute. SAME jsaksjks I will be strutting through the halls of my school 😭 asdfghjkl thank you so much <3 <3 yeah, I kind of switch between dressing more feminine and then more gender neutral and masculine, but I've been feeling so comfortable in the latter that I've been wearing more gender neutral outfits. very flattered that you find it hot hehe

thank you baby!! <3 I'm currently working on a story that I'm hoping to submit to a magazine by January 1st, so fingers crossed I get it done on time. hehe, you're totally welcome, I know you'll do amazing <3 HEHE OMG THE SMILE I GOT FROM THAT. literally getting the ring for you rn <3 it looked more like a wolf cut when the layers were more obvious, so I'm excited to recut them

you’re seriously so adorable, I'm glad it’s nervous in a way you like hehe. I feel a bit nervous too, because I never wanna overstep, but I know we’ll both make sure to communicate that.

sooo, my idea regarding your dresses has to do with the easy access it’d give me to tease you. with your prior consent ofc, I love the idea of coming up behind you when you're doing some task that has your focus, and just easing your dress to your waist and grinding my hips into yours from behind until you're trying not to moan from the friction. just reaching between your pretty thighs and beginning to rub you over your panties while you hold your dress up and let me tease you through the fabric. feeling you get more and more wet as I cup you through it, and tease light circles over your sensitive spots

#the way writing that last bit had me throbbing god #answered asks #🫀 anon

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Dndads s2e37 spoilers

fUCK 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

I'm gonna SCREEEEAM THIS FUCKING INTRO AHAAHAHAHAHAHA

"Don't hate Grant, he's struggling" 😭

Damn Taylor's voice was gonna drop asdfghjkl

"Foot kids" lmao gumtoucher piss foot strikes again

Omg GRANT trying to fight a kid omg

Damn the Li-Wilsons are so cranky asdfghjkl

Psychic Mercedes let's goooooooooo

Lmao nice try will ahaha

BRAD SCHMEGAN AHAHA

Fuclem Brad I hate him now lolol

Aaaand here comes Matt with the kill 😂

"Not that's she'd ever meet a monster" me @ Willy: 😡

And where's Nicky king 😃😃😃

Wow scary is taking that way too well lol 🥲

NOOOO SHES PHTTING THE HATXON NOOOOO

FUUCCCKKKKKKK

SCARY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH

NOOOO WILLY BETTER NOT BE THE ONE TO TELL HER WHAT HAPPENED 😭

Is Willy fucking pretending he doesn't know what happened

"Stop them except scary" FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

her voice breaking though 😭

"Leave Terry where he is" nooooooooo

Yeah Willy's 100% planning to sacrifice her

YESSSSSSS SHE KNOWS HE'S LYING OH MY GODDDDDDD

AAAAHHHHHHHH

IM SHAKING

oh my god I'm gonna kill him 👊🏼💥

Oh god he's scarier going "final warning" than he is when he's screaming oh god

Oh she's trying to intimidate him

AAAAAHH she did it!

Salt and pepper beard 👀

"I'm a nice guy" DIE WILLY DIE

Scary: *sobbing* this is what I wanted right?

😭

Lark/sparrow 😭

Oh Grant 😭😭😭😭😭

Lmao Matt stop 😂😭

Oh god linc's so good 😭😭😭

"Stop caring" noooooooo

Teleport to Grant noooooOOOOOOO

Oh godd

Oh Grant 😭😭😭😭😭

"He's dangerous" linc 😭

Lmao stop making me laugh fuck ahaha

Taylor is me @ stairs ahaha

Lmao the up-down room throwback ahahaha

In papa John's heart!

Oh the building? 🤔

Not giving her a gun 😭 May she shoot willy with it 🙏

Damn the dealt with the black parade more easily that I expected lol oh well

🎵CAAAAAARRY OOOOOON🎵

Freddie excited for an escape room lolol

"Funny podcast -_-" AHAHAHA

Yesss normal gooooo

Huh Is margarita pizza gonna be the "heart" lol, I thought of her when I saw the title...? It would be poetic for the first anchor to be Tony and the last to be his daughter

Damn normal's gone dark

Lol lark and sparrow's reactions ahaha

Lmao one guy saving that's too funny 😂

WHOA NORMAL'S SO POWERFUL HELL YEAH GO LIL CLERIC DUUUUDE!

Yes Anthony break the rules fuck the rules lawyers!

Lincoln was never Catholic and this proved it lol 😏😂

Oh I'm so nervous what's gonna happen when Linc gets to Grant 😭

Sparrow checking in with Scary 💀

"Tell me something about him" 😭

Oh he couldn't have kids 😭

Lol Ron 😂😭

PIZZA CUTTER?!?! Oh the flat edge omg thank god

This fucking orb of darkness stop making me laugh 😂

LINC SPINNING NO AHAHAAHAHAHAHA

I didn't want to laugh this much 😂😂😂 I knew I would but damn ahaahah

Sword's too long lol 😂 I always know it's gonna be good when Freddie says "here's what it is, here's what it is" 😂

Lmao linc just knowing Taylor's not actually killing anyone rn ahaha

"I'm glad you and see what I see" AHAHA

Oh poor normal 😭 he's breaking now 😭

AHAHA Matt bringing up normal's jealousy issues re: linc and Taylor lmaooo

Aww Normal 😭

@ the people who wanted normal to snap when scary was aligned with Willy - how we feeling now? 🙃

God they're all so pissed they're gonna break the anchor with hate 😭 especially normal oh goddd

"Tug on my toes" AND ANTHONY'S REACTION ASDGHKL

AHAHAHAHA

so much feet stuff 😭😭😭

"Just like FIFA" NOOOOOOO AHAHAHAHA

ASDFGHJKL NORMAL OMFG

NATURAL 20 AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH

best reaction to a nat20 since Ron's first singing performance ahaha

Awww normal crying 😭

NICKY HERE TO SAVE HIS BRO

lmao I was close to guessing what happened to Nicky ahaha

Vegans only? 🤔 Henry? 🤔 if it turns out papa John has been a corrupted Henry this whole time so help me... 😂

Damn they talk about wikifeet way too much in this podcast asdfghjkl

Grant and linc 😭

Grant no 😭😭😭

Scary's back 🥲😭

"Don't...make me do this...linc" 😭😭😭😭😭

Is linc gonna get killed nooo

Is TAYLOR gonna get killed?!

God I'm so NERVOUS

What is vegans only?!?!?!?!?!

God scary noo 😭 don't go alone

Oh god grieving scary's scary 😭

NATTY 1?!?!?!

Dont break it with hate 😭

Lol he's vegan ahaha

A vegan has to eat the meat 😭 so sparrow or lark?!

ASDFGHJKL "vegan has to eat that meat" 💀

Lmao normal I salute you 🫡

Normal's apathetic like scary 😭

Oh god these two 😭

"Oh, scary. I'm so sorry" fuck you Will campos I'm gonna cry at how you're talking

Damn a garlic knot? Okay lol nevermind

The collars saying "break it with hate"

"Whoever can bring Terry Jr back can have it" OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH 😭

Oh linc 😭

OH LINC

Breaking it with LOVE

I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN NOOOOO

God, this ending to Grant and Linc's relationship feels like it was inevitable from the second he found out Grant was a sniper 😢

#dungeons and daddies #spoilers #my posts

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