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radiance1 · 5 months

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Tim traced Bruce's family tree, and that led him down a path where he finds out that apparently his ancestors, the fentonightingales, split off into the Wayne family and the Fenton family and decides to trace down the Fenton family history to see if Bruce had any unknown relatives.

He finds Jack Fenton, his wife, Madeline Fenton, their daughter, Jasmine Fenton, their son, Daniel Fenton, and their second daughter and youngest child, Danielle Fenton.

Then he digs a bit through their social media, finds out that reclusive billionaire and CEO of a morally questionable company, Vlad Masters, is the godfather of the three children. Unfortunately, for some reason it's been hard to find information about Vlad Masters that isn't involving his company or publicity stunts, anything past that and it's only bits and pieces of information.

The biggest piece in his past is that he was trapped in a hospital due to an unknown illness that left him bedridden, and then making an miraculous recovery one day, then going to found Vladco and become a business empire.

He thinks the only reason that tidbit of information was so easy to find was that it tied into his business as some type of origin story.

Tim does a bit more digging and, yet to inform anyone else of his discovery, finds a video titled:

"Pranking my godfather after he stopped trying to get with my mom and kill my dad!"

Which, was a concerning title really, then he found the godfather in question to be Vlad Masters, and the one who recorded said video was Daniel Fenton.

Curious.

He did some more digging.

He didn't really get very far, for some odd reason there isn't a lot of information to scrap together past the surface of Amity Park. Stuff like their museum, being a tourist attraction, it's history, normal stuff like that.

Nothing about the day to day lives of its citizens, nor any videos posted by said citizens or anything of the like.

He did come across some papers posted by the Fentons, however. Some research abouts ghosts, their behaviors and all that.

What he found wasn't pleasant, and he was thinking about telling Bruce before he came across another page.

The Fenton page.

It was, very, very clean of research papers of any kind having to deal with ghosts as a species, and while they are mentioned it's mostly in reference to take about one of their many weapons, or an installation to equip to your home as a safety precaution.

Then he went back to the page where their 'research' is placed, did some digging, and found it to be published by some kind of organization called the Guys In White, or GIW for short. Weird name, but he's seen weirder.

Although, this does cause some concern for him.

Tim, still not telling anyone of the information he's found besides Alfred (You can hide NOTHING from that man), decides to go over to Amity Park to check out the Fenton family firsthand, gather information about these ghosts to decide if magic is involved or not, and find out why the GIW are using the Fentons' name to publish their papers.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #Vlad is redeemed here #But he's still kinda an ass #That sassy godfather who spills some tea and buys you what you want if you nag him enough #He's also not inlove with Maddie anymore #.#Saying that REALLY makes me want to include him being a massive simp over Constantine now.#But I shall withhold that urge for now

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shabawdy · 29 days

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i love when men wear glasses and are covered in blood

#im so inlove with him its making me insane #dano riddler #paul dano #the riddler #edward nashton #the batman 2022 #sorry for the spam i am on a streak today

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hvcklebury · 9 months

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this god damn angel and his god damn emotional turmoil

#supernatural #spn #castiel #supernatural fanart #spn fanart #castiel fanart #hes so inlove its crazzzzzyyy #hes so pretty it kills me #i have to draw him again #hvck

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transvampireboyfriend · 1 year

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Had this “Steve only hates impersonal nicknames” idea in my notes for a while and then after seeing @cholvoq ‘s wonderful art I had to turn it into a real thing for Valentine’s Day. This is 2.4k, i’m SO sorry edit: you can now read this on ao3 :)

Eddie’s a nickname guy. It’s always Dusty this and Gare-Bear that and JeffJeff here and Bobbie there and it’s Mikey and Maxxii and Nance-pants and Johnny and… big boy?

Him being a nickname guy makes it near impossible to hide his crushes. Thankfully, Steve had been really cool about it. Sure, he seemed a little stunned, but Eddie still had all his teeth in place by the end of that interaction, so he had called that a win.

He hadn’t known then that Steve was… different. Or he was starting to see it but what he thought was shocking then had really been just the tip of the iceberg. He hadn’t expected Steve to be nice. Or funny, or caring, or protective, or understanding.

He had learned all of that after everything. During chats on Hellfire nights while the kids cleaned up after themselves, during hangouts at the diner with Robin and Nancy, during Saturday afternoons when he went to pick out a movie only to end up talking with Steve, their conversation flowing until it was cut short by Steve’s shift ending.

After some time, Eddie had gotten to know Steve even more during long weekday nights when one came over to bring the other something they left behind, or to share a record, or to demand the beers the other owes or to show the other a stupid article in a stupid magazine only to end up making dinner together and watching a movie afterwards.

They stopped making excuses about two weeks ago.

Eddie had asked “do youuu… wanna come over?” on Saturday night, while nervously twirling his keys as Steve locked the front doors of the Family Video.

The evening chill had cut right through Eddie’s leather jacket as his keys clanged against his rings. But Steve had nodded with a smile and asked “pizza?” on their way to their cars, and Eddie had forgotten all about the cold.

Point being, Steve had been just fine with ‘big boy’ when it happened. Eddie’s a nickname guy. Him and Steve are hanging out more now, and so, Eddie’s been calling him more nicknames. Some of them are very intentional, others come completely without thinking, and it turns out, Steve takes issue with a few of them.

The first time it happens, Eddie’s underneath his van trying to get the damn thing to cooperate, the recent winter was tough on it, and it keeps dying out on him.

Steve sits nearby perched on a little stool, wearing his Family Video vest since he came by right after finishing his morning shift to see if they could make plans for lunch. Eddie suggested they grab something at the diner if and when he finally gets the van to start back up and Steve had agreed to wait.

He’s been telling Eddie about tonight’s basketball- game? match? super bowl? Is there such a thing as the major leagues of basketball? Eddie’s not sure, but he adores the sound of Steve’s voice and he’s kind of invested in the drama of players switching teams and retiring and whatever else Steve wants to tell him about. So, he’s been listening, not really bothering with asking for clarification for what he doesn’t understand yet. He’ll figure it out as they go.

He's blindly patting the floor around his legs for his rag, when he feels Steve put it right in his hand.

Eddie’s relieved. "Thanks, bud!" he says, the nickname just rolling off his tongue effortlessly, no meaning attached.

It gets kind of quiet all of a sudden. After about five seconds of Steve not talking, Eddie comes out to check on him, and finds him frowning at his legs.

"Don't call me ‘bud’" Steve requests, looking up at his face, his tone just a tad harsh. Eddie would think he ran into King Steve if he didn't know any better.

As it is, Eddie gets Steve probably thinks the nickname is childish or patronizing, so he doesn’t think twice of it, just gets a little sheepish and says "sorry, Stevie".

Steve smiles at that, a little cocky. He does his little mean girl shaking his head thing like he just got exactly what he wanted. Eddie feels his face twist a bit in confusion, but he likes it when Steve gets a little mean so he doesn't say anything about it and just dives back under his van as Steve resumes their conversation.

The second time it happens, they’re outside the supermarket. The kids shot out of the van as soon as it rolled to a stop, Steve calling out a warning after them while still listening to Eddie explain why Star Wars and Star Trek are actually very different but really good in their own way. Their conversation carries on as they hop out of the van, lock up and walk to meet at the front.

“I’m telling you, Star Trek is great. You would love it,” Eddie says, “you just have to give it a chance”.

Steve rolls his eyes at him, but Eddie can see his smile.

“Ok, alright,” Steve answers, “you can show me tonight then”, it’s almost too nonchalant. Eddie has to hide his grin.

Steve’s been suggesting they hang out more and more lately, and he can’t help but feel a bit hopeful. They clearly enjoy each other’s company, their time together is never dull, Steve seems to be really comfortable around him and maybe, just maybe…

“Should we get beers then?” Eddie asks, excited at the prospect of some more time alone with him. They haven’t had a weeknight hangout since Eddie fixed his van last week. He kinda misses the very specific color of Steve’s eyes in the Harringtons’ yellow living room lamplight.

“Yeah,” Steve says, his eyes get soft in a way Eddie only started noticing a couple of weeks back, “we can watch it at my place” he adds. Eddie thinks he definitely hasn’t seen him look at anyone else like that.

To shake himself out of the spell of the prettiest boy he’s ever met making the prettiest eyes he’s ever seen at him and ONLY him, Eddie grabs Steve by the wrist and starts marching them towards the supermarket’s front doors.

Without thinking, Eddie says "c'mon man," as they go.

Steve, who started easily following him (like he always does these days), suddenly stops in his tracks. Eddie gets pulled back and almost stumbles on top of Steve. He'd get flustered if Steve wasn't frowning at him like he’d just said the most insulting thing he’d heard this month.

"Don't call me ‘man’" Steve says. Eddie feels his eyebrows raise a bit.

He debates asking why but doesn't question Steve in the end. He’d rather offer understanding than judgement to him any day.

So, Eddie takes advantage of Steve's wrist in his hand, and squeezes there a bit, says "I'm sorry sweetheart" sincerely, looks into Steve's eyes so he can see Eddie means it.

Steve blushes a bit then, not really used to the nickname yet, Eddie just got the balls to start using it last week. Eddie himself is not really used to seeing Steve blush, and at something he says? It’s too much power for one metalhead.

But he gets distracted from Steve’s blush because it happens again, Steve basically preens like a peacock once Eddie switches nicknames. Looks smug, like he has Eddie wrapped around his finger and well, Eddie guesses he does, so, no arguments there either.

He just smiles back at Steve, really, has no other choice, it’s not like he can control how he reacts to the most gorgeous fucking face the universe could ever come up with. But he tugs him along again, Steve happily following this time.

The next time it happens, Steve’s leaning against his kitchen island, with Eddie leaning across from him against the counter.

The party is watching a movie in the Harringtons’ living room and at some point, Eddie got up to get himself another soda, Steve not so subtly followed after him, taking the empty popcorn bowls to the sink. He struck up a conversation and there they stayed.

Eddie’s been turning the small gesture around and around in his head. Clearly Steve’s not shy about seeking him out, and he’s obviously good with the party knowing, which means a hell of a lot because those are Steve’s people, that’s his family.

Eddie’s honestly running out of excuses to not ask him out. Seeing him reaching out to bump his sneaker against Eddie’s boot when he says something funny, laughing just a little too hard at Eddie’s dumb joke; seeing his eyes widen a bit when Eddie compliments him; seeing him notice when Eddie is holding back from talking too much, and not letting it go until he thinks Eddie’s shared all of his opinions on the subject; Eddie thinks maybe he can be brave, when it comes to Steve.

And this week might be the perfect time.

Here they are still, the movie long ended and several easy conversations floating from the living room to the kitchen, where they’re still engrossed on their own.

“I mean I taught the kid how to do his hair for god’s sake!” Steve is saying, Eddie’s laughing easily, and he has a slight suspicion Steve’s acting way more annoyed than he really is because he knows Eddie dies laughing every time Steve roasts the kids.

“Just, if he’s gonna give me hair advice, he should work on that goddamn tone. At the Very Least.” Steve finishes, Eddie giggling all the while at his Annoyed Mom tone.

"Yeah, dude!" Eddie agrees, wanting to egg him on, but Steve's face suddenly falls and whatever remark Eddie had locked and loaded just fades away.

Eddie blinks perplexed; he’s getting déjà vu.

Steve frowns at him, says "Don't call me ‘dude’".

It’s eerie, only he sounds a bit annoyed this time.

Eddie thinks, maybe someone called Steve ‘dude’ before in an unpleasant way, so he doesn't pry. Instead, he takes the chance to call him a nickname he likes more, and says "Sorry, pretty boy", his heart fluttering in the milliseconds he has to wait for Steve’s reaction.

And it happens one last time: Steve absolutely beams at that one, his smile so bright it makes Eddie want to jump in place.

He leans further back on the counter returning the smile, not noticing the common thread in Steve’s reactions to him switching nicknames.

But then the glint in Steve’s eyes suddenly brightens a dim corner of Eddie’s brain. He gets this feeling that reminds him of a perfectly set up riddle or finding that one perfect note for his latest song. It’s like everything suddenly just makes sense.

Eddie feels realization dawn on his face as he pushes himself off the counter to walk right into Steve’s personal bubble, grabs both of Steve's hands.

"Steve" Eddie says, not even caring that he sounds like the name is dripping in honey when it comes out of his mouth. With how sweet Steve is, it might as well be.

Steve just looks at him a little stunned, but doesn't say anything. Eddie draws circles in the back of his palms to reassure him.

"Why don't you want me to call you ‘dude’?" Eddie asks, trying to find out if this whole thing is what he thinks it is.

Steve looks down at their joined hands,.

"You call Nancy that sometimes..." Steve mumbles.

His answer would sound inconsequential to the unsuspecting, certainly would have to Eddie as late as last week, but Eddie thinks he’s finally getting it, and he hums his understanding.

"How ‘bout ‘man’?" he asks

Steve replies "You call Robin that sometimes..." his eyes still on their hands.

Eddie nods his agreement.

"I call everyone those things" he points out.

Steve agrees. "Exactly" he says, finally looking at him again, sounding annoyed and confirming Eddie’s suspicions.

Eddie feels his face split into a smile. He wants to grab Steve’s beautiful freaking face and just plant one on him.

"Can I still call you sweetheart?" he ventures instead. The nickname brings the hint of a smile to Steve's face but then he seems to realize something not so pleasant.

"Do you call someone else ‘sweetheart’?" Steve asks in return.

"No one" Eddie says, shaking his head, his tone vehement.

"Then yes" Steve finally answers. Eddie's heart wants to beat right out of his chest.

He interlocks their fingers to ground himself, Steve looks down at their hands and smiles at the sight.

"So, you don't want me to call you something I call someone else?" Eddie states, more than asks, calling Steve’s eyes back to his again.

"Anyone else" Steve confirms, holding his gaze.

Eddie lets out a small shuddering exhale and feels his heart fluttering in his throat, he really cannot believe this boy.

"Steve" Eddie drawls, dripping in honey again, his hands coming up to cradle Steve's face because he really can't resist anymore "Sweetheart" he says.

Steve's eyes grow a little wide and he starts blushing so much that Eddie can feel it in his palms.

"Steevieeee" Eddie sinsongs, squeezing Steve's face a bit "Pretty boy" Eddie calls him. Steve just keeps looking at him and a small smile blooms in his pretty, pretty face.

"Would you let me take you out to dinner this Friday?" Eddie finally asks him, his fingers curling to the back of Steve's head to play with his hair there. Steve's eyes get even wider.

" 's Valentine's this Friday" he points out. Eddie knows.

"Mmhm. Want you to be my Valentine." Eddie tells him, tugs his hair gently, "How's that sound?" he asks, bold in a way he never has been before. Steve blushing does things to him.

"Sounds nice" Steve answers. He smiles and nods while his hands hook on Eddie's belt loops.

"Then it's a date?" Eddie asks, trying not to sound too eager. He thinks he fails spectacularly but Steve beams and pulls him in to kiss his cheek.

"It's a date" Steve tells him, his breath ghosting on Eddie's cheek and making him shiver.

Steve pulls back, lets go of Eddie’s belt loops and tugs on a strand of his hair gently, smiling like the cat that got the cream as he walks back out into the living room.

Eddie’s gonna make this the best Valentine’s Day date Steve has ever been on.

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pixiatn · 1 year

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Duke and Danny is a severely underrated/underutilized duo in DP X DC crossover fics and in this essay I will-

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averageludwig · 17 days

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vampire demo in that one victorian vampire dress,,,,, I am just drawing anything atp

#team fortress 2 #fanart #art #tf2 #tf2 demoman #averiart #sorry gang I am just so inlove witht him #crying

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turnipoddity · 7 months

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Bro ur lawrence literally looks like an angel 🥴

I drew this for myself but i’ll post it here

#im so inlove with him #smoking cigarettes a pack a day just so i can get a doctor visit 🥰#ASKDJDKAKKAJDJAD #lawrence gordon #saw #myart #saw fanart #also thank you pookie

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0scarwilde · 1 year

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it is okay to still feel hurt, even if you thought you were over it.

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ceoofsanji · 8 months

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he's making me blush real hard

#one piece live action #taz skylar #sanji #LITERALLY SO INLOVE WITH HIM

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flyingsky · 4 months

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Biel Smiling :3

#bill kaulitz #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz smut #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tokio hotel smut #emo #I am so fucking inlove with him #I can't explain why #hes so hot

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amnignsity · 20 days

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More too love...

Bahng Christopher Chan x Chubby!Reader.

Contains of insecurities, self-downing, jealousy, angst/comfort, words of affirmation, reassurance, and just full on channie being whipped.

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You look at the pictures of your boyfriend with another model - hands over her waist and they smiled into the camera. The theme was perfect couple, of course Chan being the greenest flag a man could ever be was chosen by the photographer.

Not only that but the man was absolutely divine to look at - his cresent eye dimpled smile was one of the things people love about the man. His sense of responsibility and care for his members of course.

The way he is as a leader leading everyone to a path they belonged too to shine brighter than anyone else envisions them to be.

You could understand why everyone would want someone like him - although what you couldn't understand as to why anyone would want you.

You sighed feeling your eyes getting wet as the tears formed you turned off your phone leaving it on the bed as you stood up naking your way towards the bathroom - You bit your lip as you stood infront of the mirror eyes glancing at your figure.

Big chubby arms, round face, big tummy, thunder thighs - you just looked to much for yourself as the tears flowed down your face sniffling while crying even as to shaming yourself for being so ugly and chubby when you have the most perfect boyfriend with his perfect body.

You're fat.

Ugly.

Look at how big your stomach is.

Look at how round your face is.

Look at how-

Before the voices continued you could hear the bathroom door open making you snap your neck towards it as you are met with a worried Chan who just got home from work you didn't even hear him coming in.

"Princess?...My love are you okay-....Why are you crying?!.." Chan asks very worried as he opens the door gently making his way over towards you quickly holding your face with his own hands as he wipes your tears away.

You let out hiccups as you opened your mouth wanting to say something but not being able to and just letting out a sob instead - earning an even more worried look from chan who seems to be having his own eyes glossy the more he looks at you crying.

You couldn't help it and you couldn't help the sobs that fell out of your mouth the moment Chan held you closer against him - feeling so disgusted at yourself for being close to him. You glanced at the mirror seeing how his hands are over you body holding you so tightly against him.

He gently caresses your back placing your head over his shoulders as you cried on it - you didn't understand why Chan would even allow you to cry on his shoulders, to cry on him. You were nothing compared to the man who build himself up from countless of haters.

"Princess you're making me worry alot...I don't like seeing you cry you know how much it hurts for me when even a tiny ache is present from you..." He utters under his breath as he pressed kisses over your cheeks so tenderly and gently - placing his hands over your thighs as he lifts you up so easily you quickly grab hold of him not wanting to fall and still crying over his shoulders.

"My princess is crying...And I don't know why...What do you want, princess?..." He asks as he gently places you over towards your shared bed - pulling away from you while you looked at him confused with tears falling down your face onto the ground as he kneels infront of you grabbing hold of your hands as he squeezes them ever so gently pressing a kiss over your knuckles while he looks up at you.

"Tell me please...I'll do anything...Just to see that beautiful smile once again...Do you want more kisses, my love?...More time with me? More of something...Please..Tell me and I'll do it, my dear..." He begged reaching out for you as he held your face wiping the extra tears that fell - you couldn't help but felt your heart skipping a beat at the man who was begging for you to tell him what upsets you.

You breath in shakingly while Chan intertwines both of your hands together with his as he looks up at you with glossy eyes - lips parting as you spoke.

"Chan...why..." You bit your lip as you fight the urge to let out a another sob while chan's chest felt another sting against his beating heart - he gulps lips shaky as he looks at you confused.

"What do you mean, princess?...What do you mean by 'why'?..." He asks softly still kneeling infront of you while caressing your hands with his thumb - he loves the way your hands are intertwined with his.

"Why...why me?...why me out of everyone..." You asked clenching your jaw as you let even more droplets of tears flow down your cheeks while Chan gave you a bewildered look as you continued.

"Chan...Christopher...I'm nothing...I'm not pretty...Nothing...I'm not even talented...so why would you chose me-" Before you could continue Chan leans in kissing you with his eyes closed and frowning - gently pushing you down the bed while you cried, slowly closing your eyes but stopping as you felt warm tears dripping down your cheeks.

It wasn't yours but Chans he was crying, crying at something, at your words that you so hurtfully said towards yourself - he pulls away slowly opening his own teary eyes that immediately connects with your gaze.

"Who told you that...Who told you that you were nothing when infact your more world than the entire universe is worth." He said frowning holding your face as you both look at each other - you with a surprised expression staring at his hurted expression.

"Who told you that your talentless when all I see is a woman who's more gifted than anyone else I've ever seen...Someone so pretty that she makes me thank the heavens from the very moment I wake up seeing your face sleeping so comfortably on my arms as I wished to stay in that moment till the ends of my time." He let's out a sob leaning up as he gives your forehead a kiss.

"The most lovely woman I've ever seen before my own mother and even more so my sister...My faithful partner who holds me so closely whenever I breakdown from working too much.." He presses another kiss over your left cheek.

"My lover who's so beautiful that sometimes I can't even think or utter a word while you laugh at my dumb dad jokes despite them being so unfunny I wish that I could rewind time when I haven't told you yet to save myself from embarrassment." He let's out a shaky chuckle with a sob after as he cried even more so pressing another kiss over your right cheek.

"My princess who holds me so tightly against her arms telling me to sleep while I listen to her heartbeat that quickens ever so fast for me helping me overcome my insomnia at times.." He presses another kiss over your nose as he gently caresses your cheeks.

"And my beloved who gives me all her time and attention whenever I'm feeling silly despite being so tired from work every time. Still giving me her affection, words, kisses, cuddles, herself..." He pressed one last final kiss over your lips as he looks directly in your eyes.

"Tell me my dear...who told those lies that towards you, my most important person that I could ever have met from out of the eight billion people alive.." He gulps as he looks at you so brokenhearted with your words - you could feel your face warm up at his gaze so loving towards you and specifically only for you.

"I-..." You tried to speak but you couldn't not when you know no one told you but yourself. The shame you feel as you know you shouldn't even be thinking of those things but you couldn't help it not when this disgusting jealousy and insecurity was growing inside you.

"I'm...sorry..." You uttered that's all you said looking away from him while he looks at you filled with concern - slightly gulping as he sighed.

"I'm not telling you to apologize, princess...I'm asking who told you those lies...Is it one of those haters?...Friends?Family?.." He asked nuzzling his face against your neck while you gently placed your hands over his head slowly running your hands through his hair as he sighed deeply so contented with your touches.

"I...No...it wasn't the, Chan...It was me.. It's stupid...I was feeling jealous over your latest photoshoot and..." You bit your lips as you shakingly took a deep breath in while Chan listened.

"You looked so perfect with her..." Chan let out a whine of protest at your words quickly making you look back again at him who had a frown while you had a sadden look.

"What?... Me perfect with another woman?.." Chan huffed shaking his head as he buried his face against your neck.

"No... I do not accept the terms and agreement with your words, princess...Did I leave you alone for a long time to make you think like this?.." He pressed kisses over your neck - he didn't like that, he didn't like the words you used nor what you thought about his latest photoshoot made you feel.

"I knew I should've decline it considering my princess felt this way about it afterwards..." You let out a soft moan against his sudden nibbling against your neck - kissing you so much, giving you so much of his love.

"I don't want you to ever say those words again, princess...I'm perfect with you and only you my dear...Please..I'm sorry for making you feel that way..." He mutters against your neck - giving you even more love than you imagined him to do. You couldn't help but let out a sob at his loving while he quickly looks up and holds your face worried.

"Why are you crying again, princess? Did I accidentally bit too hard? Was I overstimulating you? I'm sorry princess...I just wanted you to feel my love-... mhmm.." Before you could let him finish you kissed him back immediately making him melt against your lips as he closes his eyes - you couldn't help but chuckle at his antics.

You pulled away making Chan snap out of his dazed moment cause by those addictive lips of yours letting out a chuckle making Chan's heart do flips.

"I'm fine, my love..." Chan swore he heard the church bells ringing when he finally heard you say his nickname once more - so sweet over your already sweeten lips.

"You just...gosh your the most best thing to ever happen in my life..." You uttered not having alot of words to say about your feelings but the way you held his face and look over his eyes made him feel so giggly hiding his face against your neck while you huffed chuckling at his actions.

"If you continue saying those words I might marry you, princess..."

"..."

"hehehe...."

"...I don't mind.."

"..."

"...hmm?..."

"Let's get married.Now."

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Author's note: Helo! I got this from reading a blog about chubby readers! I don't remember what it said but it's about skz not being into chubby people or something and them defending that that's probably not true which I totally agree - we don't really know much about skz's types so we shouldn't assume things.

I didn't have much thought into making this hence why it's a bit messy but I'll make sure next times more clear.

For my chubby people! I seriously need help cause I've been craving on carrying my chubby people like a princess ¦D.

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