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[amorchai]

getting your feet tattooed is a new level of pain.

[amorchai]

hiiii gurly!!!!!! I ABSOLUTELY LOVE the aesthetic of ur page and I loveeeee ur chandler bing ficssss!!! I was wondering if u could do another chandler bing fic with like friends to lovers and extra fluffy🩷💫💫💫 TYY HAVE AN AMAZING DAY LOVE••°

hi my love! i really appreciate it thank you so much for your wee message you're so sweet <33 i should have more chandler bing coming soon, apologies! i'm sure i have some in drafts and if not some to rewrite from my old blog and post :))

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𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐍.

return to ─ masterlist.

you can find my mark sloan playlist here!

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒.

tba !!

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.

tba !!

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒.

tba !!

𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒.

tba !!

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𝐉𝐈𝐌 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋.

pairing(s): jim halpert x reader

words: 802

warnings/tags: dwight being dwight, the whole office included, rival to lovers.

a/n: this is a repost from my old blog.

“can we move onto the topic of phyllis losing five of her clients this year, considering it’s phyllis, that leaves her with little to no clients left,” jim looked up from his yoghurt at dwight’s words. lunchtime in the office was never boring despite the eye-scraping job it was.

oscar and pam’s prior conversation about the new release of meryl streep’s ‘the devil wear’s prada’ is cut short as the whole room tunes in. glancing at phyllis, jim notices her dejected slump of shoulders before she replies, “that’s not fair dwight, there’s a reason that happened, michael’s aware.”

the group watch them like a tennis match, heads swinging back and forth as dwight knowingly jabs another response, “is it because your incompetent?” with a beat, dwight glances amongst the row of tables – prideful in his quick wit as he continues, “because you’re incompetent phyllis.”

jim perks up in his seat, desperate to derive the conversation before phyllis gets bob vance and causes dwight to threaten violence with his office-hidden samarai sword (that he always assures he’s a professional at handling), “speaking of loss of clients…”

you look up from your lunch and to jim who sits beside you, groaning knowingly while the office atmosphere changes from tension to more playful. he smirks at you, “y/n and i had a competition of new clients, and guess who won?” he leans back in his seat proudly.

“only because you offered them much more than you needed to, where’s the profit, halpert?” you quip back, both of you unaware of the exchanged glances from everyone but dwight around the room who just fills his expression with disgust.

“you were hardly offering them anything, i wouldn’t have joined if i was a client myself, after the way you were pitching,” you gasp with a choked laugh at his words – while dwights one-liners were incredibly offensive and sad-inducing, aimed towards phyllis, both of you knew the words between each other were less hurtful and more teasing.

totally not flirting.

“you two make me sick, why don’t you go into the printer room and make out so you can get it over with and we don’t have to watch this insufferable tension?” you both turn to dwight as he stands, jim’s cheeks turning a shade pinker while your jaw hits the ground, “us? make out?”

“don’t pretend, jim,” dwight states, adjusting the belt on his trousers before trudging out of the office, leaving silence behind while you are both unsure what to do.

both of you laugh, nervously more than anything, and only convincing each other of the denial of something being there while everyone nods knowingly, the pining going on for far too long and the bets ongoing as they waited on the ‘we’re together’ statement.

you found yourself in that very printer room later on, a large sum of papers in the queue while you press a load of buttons in hopes it works without needing to call pam in.

the door clicks and your head snaps around to the tall, scruffy-haired man who lips press into a thin-line smile, which you return before awkwardly turning back to the whirring machine. jim walks to another printer, the one directly beside yours and you pretend you can’t see the continuous glances.

“so that was crazy, right?” jim starts before letting out a nervous huff. “what?” you faux, pretending you’re too immersed in the printing world to care – but your head is dizzy with the prior statements your colleague made. you weren’t sure how much longer you could deny your attraction for jim.

“what dwight said. about us?” you force a laugh out in response, agreeing with his statement but pretending the ache in your heart is apparent and pushing against your chest. “well, do you want to just forget about it?”

you didn’t, but asking the question meant it looked like you did. you could both move onto your normal selves – making teasing and totally not flirtatious quips to each other and hidden tension.

he doesn’t answer, the only sound is the buttons beeping with each press of your fingertip, “jim?” you ask again into the quiet cramped room. again, no reply. you furrow your eyebrows, turning your head to check on him but he’s facing you, eyes which fall on your eyes quickly change to your lips.

before you knew it, your fingers were pulling the strands of hair at the nape of his neck while jim had you pressed against the printer, leaving tingling traces against your lips each kiss. he doesn’t stop, and you don’t want him to – pressing closer to him and allowing him to lean down so his arms can wrap around your back, kisses moving to your neck affectionately.

“i’ll take that as a no.”

you can’t believe dwight was right.

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final exam today and going to finish my essay so back to writing until jan 13 yay! hoping to get through requests and post more during this time :))

[amorchai]

my eye is twitching because i need to add mark sloan to my master list but will you all hate me because i have more than enough characters?

[amorchai]

my eye is twitching because i need to add mark sloan to my master list but will you all hate me because i have more than enough characters?

[amorchai]

just seen zayn malik live. my ultimate #1 childhood crush. oh. my. god.

[amorchai]

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄’𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒.

pairing(s): steve harrington x shy!reader

words: 830

warnings/tags: friends to lovers, shy!reader

a/n: this is a repost from my old blog.

you had been too scared to be around steve harrington all night. it may seem ridiculous to others, since you were one of his closest friends. but the overbearing crush you had on him made you distance for the safety of your safely-intact – yet lonely – heart.

steve, the once player-dickhead who would have a new girl on his arm every week until he met nancy wheeler, now a sweetheart you’ve fallen stupidly and desperately for. it was a quick effect. you dodged him in high-school, then dustin begged you to meet him and swore he was a changed man – playing steve’s intense wingman that you didn’t pick up on.

you had never dated before, unsure with how the world of romance worked. you cringed at the thought of you having your first kiss, however, unsure it would ever happen. yet, your eyes followed steve’s curved lips whenever he talked.

he was an angel. you swore to yourself he had a hidden halo above his precious, thick hair. he was so family oriented, great with the children, extremely handsome and sweet, and had your heart singing after him. begging for a chance, desperate for him to be your boyfriend, your everything.

it had been far too much, so when eddie invited you over to his for a barbecue night with the kids and teens, you had pretty much avoided contact the whole night with the freckled face saint-like man. you felt his eyes on you at times, confused on why you were distant but you were struck to hold on.

steve was entrapped to your quiet nature, you were shy usually, observant and listening to the extroverted people – or, eddie munson for that matter. but tonight he felt you were refusing to talk to him alone.

so when everyone was leaving, steve jumped to the chance to walk you back home. you had said, “oh, no, it’s okay! i’m only a couple streets away,” but steve was adamant, sliding on his bomber jacket and walking towards you.

before you knew it you were walking down the dark path, light up with dull streetlamps, some flickering. you would have been terrified walking home alone at this time, but with steve you felt both safe and on edge. safe because steve was your net, you would trust that loyal boy with your life, but on edge from the silent tension in the air.

however, steve didn’t hold it for as far as leaving eddie’s street. you watch the boys cycle home, eleven perched on the back of mike’s bike and lucas nearly falling off his from trying to wave bye to max from her trailer. “you’re quiet tonight,” steve had said, breaking you from your reverie.

you nearly choke on your words as they come out, too scared to speak, “i’m always quiet,” you return, almost whispered in the dark night, air swooshing across your sweater. “not as much as you were today, honey.”

your eyes water and stomach flips at the name, stuttering in reply, “o-oh yeah, jus’ tired i guess, stevie.” he had a small smile on his face, reaching over to slot his hand between yours, you refuse to look down in acknowledgement, trying to keep calm when his fingers slide between yours and gives a tight yet comforting squeeze.

“this okay?” he asks, and you glance at him, his doe-brown eyes already gazing back. glimmering in the moonlight you could feel the overwhelming tears striving to fall. he was too perfect, too sweet and careful.

you only nod, trying to not give away your position. “y/n.” you hum at his voice, being tugged back when steve stops walking, forced to turn and look at him and he’s still looking at you as if you’re the whole world.

because to him you were just that.

“c’mere.”

you’re frozen, so nervous yet excited, your face burning warm as steve moves closer to you and you gain a realisation on what’s happening. he’s holding both your hands against his chest softly, leaning towards you.

it’s like the romance books you read, the ones you’d read until early mornings without sleep. the ones you dreamed of. yet, before that can happen, you’re spluttering, “i’ve never been kissed before.”

steve stops, lips inches from yours and you can feel his warm breath fan your top lip, “huh?” his eyes search yours and you feel the embarrassment flood your veins. why is he not pulling away? why is he not saying how lame that is?

“no one’s kissed me before.”

steve chuckles, yet it sounds more endearing than taunting, and you knew deep down steve was not going to make fun of you for it. “do you want me to be your first kiss?” he asks, more for the consent to kiss you than flirting and when you nod he releases one of your hands to lift your chin, lips align with his before leaning forward.

“’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”

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𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐈𝐒' 𝐆𝐅.

louis tomlinson x girlfriend!reader.

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𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐐.

return to ─ masterlist.

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𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒.

tba !!

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.

tba !!

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒.

tba !!

𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒.

tba !!

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cramps are cramping right now my period was six weeks late so i applied for a extension on my essay so will procrastinate with fixing up my blog more tonight which means more posts on the way <33

[amorchai]

𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃.

pairing(s): eddie munson x reader

words: 651

warnings/tags: friends to lovers, shy!reader.

a/n: this is a repost from my old blog.

“here’s a crazy thought,” spoke eddie into the quiet candle-lit bedroom. you had took a week to talk yourself into the courage of asking eddie to come over for a movie night – the dull sky now filling the room in darkness apart from the chunky tv emitting the low light of ‘the breakfast club’. the room had mainly seen you and your ecstatic state, usually finding pride in the small room to squeal when eddie called you attractive or when he kissed your cheek one random day.

now, a few dates into your complicated unofficial too-scared-to-ask relationship with eddie “the freak” munson – who you just found insanely attractive and inventively sweet – you were hiding your embarrassed and overly infatuated state from under his arm.

it had been quiet most of the night, eddie holding you while the movie played on – you just thought eddie was really into the plot, despite him resembling john bender. however, his thoughts cutting into the air has you sure he has been distracted quite like you.

“yeah?” you ask, whispered into the room so shy that if he wasn’t right beside you he wouldn’t have caught the small word. “what if i was your boyfriend?” asks eddie. you almost choke, breath lodged in your throat and head suddenly light as you’re completely sure the blood has drained from your brain and into your pumping heart. now, it rapidly beats beneath your shaking chest.

sure, you had been on a few dates, eddie admitting he was fond of you and wanted to see where it goes, but it still felt out the blue. you weren’t prepared for such a question, and you weren’t sure how to answer either.

“huh?” you stutter, blindsided when eddie leans over to your other side to grasp the remote and pause the movie, the array of differing teens running through the empty school halls and you wished you were them for a moment, your heart palpitating beneath you while eddie’s hand shakes your shoulder lightly.

“me. being your boyfriend. crazy right?” his voice is slightly teasing, as if treading the line to see how you respond. you can tell its him preparing for rejection – a soft question where if you agree the thought is crazy he can play it off and move on. but you didn’t want to, even through your shy nature.

eddie was patient in your response, watching as your mouth opens and shuts, eyes darting across the artificial screen as you debate in your own mind how to reply to his question. you decide to look up at him, his face centimetres from yours and his arm refuses to move from safely holding you to him. a net you never want to leave.

“uhm. n-not… so crazy, no.” eddie’s eyes widen at your sentence, perked eyebrows happily taking it in while he smiles with a wide but comforting grin. eyes gleaming while he replies, “no?”

all you can do is shake your head, words losing all meaning when he’s looking at you so fondly that he nods appreciatively before delivering his next breath-wavering question, one you never thought you’d personally hear, “can i be your boyfriend?”

you gulp, taken aback by the all-of-a-sudden change in the atmosphere, the thin line eddie’s created between you both – friends to more than friends. one you were terrified to cross but also yearning for so you nod, “uh-yeah, yes of course.”

eddie kisses your cheek, a little wet and sloppy due to the grin that doesn’t leave his face. “cutie,” is all he responds before turning back to the small television, pressing a button on the remote and suddenly the kids are all running again – through the halls and away from their teacher.

now you’re glad you’re here instead of there – tucked underneath your boyfriend’s arm and unable to pull your eyes away from him to even watch the rest of the movie.

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𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐍𝐄? choose my next post i have all these characters in my drafts and ready to post, vote below which one you would like to see first!

all these characters are x reader fics.

[amorchai]

𝐉𝐈𝐌 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌.

this is a repost from my old blog. original post was 913 notes.

pairing(s): jim halpert x reader

words: 551

warnings/tags: established relationship, dwight being creepy for a moment, mentions of food.

you flinch at the slam of the front door, the sound of keys kitting the metal dish cause you to cringe. pulling yourself from your hidden cave, you look through the gap in the duvet and to the clock emitting in the dark room to read the time.

“you’re home late,” you murmur when you hear jim’s heavy footsteps walk into the room. he stands at the end of your bed, seeing you exactly where he left this morning, ready to tell michael you couldn’t make it into work today.

your migraine from the night before only continued onto the next morning, nauseating and excruciatingly sore, sleep normally did the trick but you couldn’t even shake it off after the hours of blurred sleep.

“had to go to the store… and then, then! you’ll never believe what i saw as i drove into the street there,” jim sounds enthusiastic, and eager to tell a story. normally you found your boyfriend cute for it, but today you could hardly process anything, “dwight.”

one hand smooths over his tie and shirt, furrowed eyebrows across his face while his other hand clutches the platic bag filled with treats, “how’d you-?” before jim can continue, you’re interjecting grumpily, “he’s been calling me all day, demanding evidence that i’m actually sick.”

“son of a bitch… and i thought sitting across your house with a pair of binoculars was invading enough,” jim mutters, sarcastic tone never faltering, and you pull your head from the duvet to rest against the puddle of pillows to look at him, “he has binoculars?”

jim scrunches his eyes before shaking his head, “okay forget dwight, never mind him. i mean- are we surprised?” he looks to you expectantly. you both simultaneously say ‘no’ while you force yourself to sit up, “anyways, onto the more important stuff.”

he swings the carrier bag onto the bed, glancing up at your emotionless face that displays exactly how horrendous you feel. “more medication to fight that sucker away,” jim throws the packets onto your lap, “chocolate bars to get some food in you.” despite your stabbing migraine and tired eyes, your heart can’t help but swell at the act.

“water, tons of water,” he doesn’t throw them out this time, merely showing you before he grasps the final product in the bag. “and… get ready,” you lightly smile at your boyfriend’s constant enthusiasm to make you feel better, awaiting him to show you.

he pulls out ice cream, your favourite flavour at that, “went to three stores just to find these ones, and i got this one for backup in the first one.” you only watch fondly as jim pulls out your second favourite flavour from the bag, showing you the array of treats he’s providing you with on a hard day.

“thank you, babe.” is all you can muster up despite how grateful you feel for his affectionate help, extending your hand to one of the medication packets and jim leans over to pass you water. “anytime,” jim replies, watching you and his eyes falter into a softer expression to show sympathy.

“can you grab me a spoon?” your voice is small, but jim hears it clearly and sends you a warm smile, patting your leg from beneath the duvet and nodding, “coming right up.”

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it's a snowy day and we are being advised to not travel because a storms coming which means cosy morning! send in some blurb ideas for glenn, rosita, or siddiq i'm craving them all

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ᡣ𐭩 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒.

hellooo ! i thought i'd make a quick update where i can say some changes i've made since being back . i hope everyone's well and to anyone currently in the usa, prayers and love from the uk.

— NEW MASTERLISTS .ᐟ

i know i have a lot of people i write for but like my original self, i've added even more so you can find louis tomlinson, glenn rhee, and rosita espinosa all on my character guide and masterlists now.

— ARCHIVED MASTERLISTS .ᐟ

there are a few characters i know i won't write for as i've lost some type of interest. so i've made an archived section on my main masterlist - this doesn't mean they won't be posted as i have old blog writings i'll transfer over here in due course.

these include laurie, maya hawke, and tom hiddleston.

— MY CARRD .ᐟ

not a major update but always remember i update my carrd, click on my name on my navigation to find it :))

— REQUESTS STATUS .ᐟ

my requests for moodboards, headcanons, and blurbs are open always so feel free to send me a SFW request through my inbox or requesting form of any of the characters i write for.

tagging some old moots that i apologise for not interacting with for so long, always love you all and missing you all <33 @dixonsbrat @keshirie @thyme-in-a-bubble @midniteluv @o-rion-sta-r @ghostlyfleur @imabee-oralizard @lazydreamer19 @spiderfunkz @inkluvs @holden-caulfield @lovings4turn @nottsangel @fxllfaiiry @mystcldydrms - sorry if i missed anyone it's not personal