#but i find if i give myself a date to work towards im more likely to stick with it than just. 😠 no more booze forever 😠

[jacobglaser]

We did it joe.gif

(I know a week isn't a lot in the grand scheme of things, but for me it is so I'm celebrating lmao)

[woozisguitar]

kiss me

pairing: jeonghan x reader prompt: you can tell a lot about a person by the way they kiss warnings: kissing, swearing, kinda suggestive towards the end so MDNI, mentions of bad kisser, one mention of kinda bad ex? word count: 715 a/n: i miss jeonghan 😔 im also out of work so too much free time to miss him even more 😔😔 lowercase intended and not beta

"you can tell a lot about a person by the way they kiss," you snorted as you read another silly piece of advice on a wannabe dating and relationship profile. your friend jeonghan, sitting across from you on the couch, smiled whenever he came across something funny.

"jeonghan? did you know you can tell a lot about a person by the way they kiss?"

jeonghan stopped his doom scrolling and looked up, eyebrows furrowing at the question. "y/n, are you reading those stupid dating tips again? i told you, none of that shit is real."

"i know," you dragged out, "but this one was too funny to keep to myself. like, let's be real, do people really think they can tell a lot about a person by the way they kiss? i'm a bad kisser, but that doesn't mean i'm bad at everything in a relationship," you finished, rolling your eyes.

"wait, you're a bad kisser?"

"at least that's what my ex told me when i asked him why he didn't kiss me more."

jeonghan seemed lost in thought for a minute before he looked at you again and grinned.

"let's test it."

now it was your turn to question him, "test what exactly?"

"you know, both things. you'll find out if you can actually tell a lot about a person by the way they kiss, and i'll find out if you're actually a bad kisser," he explained casually, like he was proposing what you should have for lunch.

"okay, but we already know i'm a bad kisser," you pointed out.

"eh, your ex doesn't count," jeonghan waved off. "i don't like him, plus statistically, one data point isn't enough to draw conclusions. so what do you say?" he leaned forward like he was actually excited for your answer.

"what do i say what? that we kiss?"

he nodded, and you gave his proposition another thought. it's not every day that the pretty-guy-turned-friend you've had a crush on for a long time but decided to suppress it asks you to kiss him.

"okay, let's do this. what do you have in mind?" you nodded and looked at him after a few minutes.

jeonghan grinned and pulled you onto his lap. you let out a squeak, balancing yourself with your hands on his shoulders. he smoothed one hand on your back while the other held your waist. he whispered, "this is what i have in mind. you okay?"

you nodded and closed your eyes as jeonghan leaned in. you felt his breath ghosting over your lips for a moment and opened your eyes to see him waiting for you to kiss him. he was still giving you the option to back out.

for fuck's sake, he's too cute.

you cupped his jaw and pressed a small kiss to his lips. you pulled back, only for jeonghan to hold your jaw and pull you in again. he left a breath's space between you and whispered, "not enough, baby." then he crashed his lips on yours and kissed you deeply. his lips tasted like the chocolate and strawberry ice cream he was eating earlier. you felt him swipe his tongue at the seam of your lips, and you groaned, softly grinding against him. you opened your mouth, giving him access, and he tangled his tongue with yours. you let out another moan, grinding harder against him, before he pulled back, leaving you flustered and breathless.

jeonghan gave you one of his signature smirks. "safe to say your ex lied, baby, because that was the best kiss ever. what about you? did you draw your conclusions?" he cocked his head, the smirk still plastered on his stupidly pretty face.

"huh?" you said, trying to remember what he was talking about.

"told you those dating advice pages are ass! you still didn’t realize my feelings! 'you can tell a lot about a person by the way they kiss,' my ass." he huffed, rolling his eyes.

"guess you're going to have to kiss me till i realize," you shrugged, a teasing smile slowly creeping in.

"guess i'll have to," he said, laughing and pulling you in for another kiss.

safe to say, you definitely drew your conclusions after a long night and a breakfast date.

a/n: just a silly something i wrote because I need a reason to procrastinate!!! my requests are open! send me some fun stuff!

[slut4christopherr]

— HOTEL ROOM —

PART ONE!!

warnings: m recieving, getting caught kinda?, sneaking around, gagging, cumshot, alcohol, weed, straddling

summary: you and matt HATE eachother, but on a school trip hou find yourself inside a hotel room with him for 2 weeks, but you and chris did something inside of the room whilst he was gone. read to find out!!

a/n: this will be a series/chapters!! also i will be finish my other story i'm just leaving y'all cliffhanging teheh, it will be done by monday dw!!

chris talking = orange

matt talking = blue

your bsf talking = pink

you talking = white

warning: divider may not work on light mode!

i finally get off of the plane, we are in LA!! i grab my suitcase and talk to samantha

matt had the fucking urge to dirty look me, i flip him off and he grins, chris walking closely next to him

i can't lie, the way he hated me, turned me the fuck on

"if we're not in the same room i'm GOING to flip"

i laugh and shake my head

"oh me too, i can't stand anyone else here"

i mock a gag and she laughs

teachers are assigning our rooms

then she suddenly says

"samantha and paul, room 382"

my jaw drops

"wish me luck"

i sigh, now i've got to spend 2 weeks with someone i probably hate

"matthew and y/n, room 383"

you have GOT to be kidding me? out of everyone here they chose me and matthew fucking sturniolo

my hand grips my suitcase as i grab the key to the room and get in the elevator, hitting 3rd floor

matts at the other side of the elevator, avoiding eye contact. let's just say. awkward!

as i walk out of the elevator my heart pounds as i try and find the room,

i say to myself

"383, 383, 383"

i finally find it and put the keycard in and open the door, i take one look and my face drops

matt walks in behind me and drops his bags, equally as shocked as me

"one fucking bed? oh fuck no, this has to be a mistake"

i shake my head

"go talk to reception"

"¡ can't believe im actually listening to your dumb ass"

matt walks back into the elevator and as he goes down i see chris walking past my room and he gives me a quick smile

"oh come on chris, just a smile, not spoke for ages!"

chris turns around

"yeah, s'been a while huh?"

i nod

"you going to this party tonight? matts taking this random girl so, wanna come with me? not as a date or anything just, for fun y'know"

i grin, loving the idea of an LA party

"'m in, but how we gon' get out without teachers seeing?"

chris chuckles and jingles keys

"didn't talk to reception for nothin' there the fire exit keys, so no alarm goes off”

i grin, nodding with the idea

next minute

matt storms out of the elevator

"fuckin' apparently they didn't mix it up, last room they fuckin' have"

i sigh

"i'll just sleep on the sofa"

matt nods and walks into the room

“see ya later, sweetheart”

oh the way he said sweetheart had me pulsing, i squeeze my thighs together and he turns around, going toward his room as i walk into mine & matts room

"i'm gonna get ready for this party"

matt looks at me and snickers

"do you know what LA party's are like?"

i laugh

"course i do, why? think i can't handle a big person party huh?"

i smirk and grab my black corset, a pair of stockings, a black leather miniskirt and knee high black boots

"ive just never seen you, i mean,anywhere really”

i sigh and walk into the bathroom to change

as i tied the corset, i sucked my stomach in so i can tighten it more but when i let my breath go, way too tight, i loosen it a bit, i look at myself in the mirror, and i smile, knowing goddamn right i look good

"i need to curl my hair"

i walk out of the bathroom and see matt in a pair of jeans and a checkered button-up tee, he looks me up and down before sighing and picking up his phone

after i curled my hair, a knock on the hotel room door, i stand up and lean my curling iron on the wooden table then look through the peephole, it's chris, hes wearing a fresh love hoodie and a pair of grey sweats

i open the door and grin

"well your early mister!"

chris' eyes linger from my thighs, to my boobs which the corset pushed up, to my lips, then my eyes

"your gon' get me in trouble t'night ma"

i grin

"nights not even started and your already horny?”

matt gags

"will you two shut the fuck up? and chris i-"

chris cuts him off

"yeah, we're done, jeez."

matt and chris are ready, they're waiting for me to finish doing my lipgloss, and as i finish, matt grabs his room keys

"don't expect me to drive you to the party as well"

i sigh

"'ll just get an uber, it's all good”

chris shakes his head

"no, your coming with me, your coming in my car"

i grin

"let's go then, what're we waiting for?”

as we walk into the house, the smell of alcohol and the faint smell of weed fills my nostrils, chris guides me to the kitchen where there is a heavy selection of drinks

“whachu want?”

i sigh

“jus’ make me somethin’ good!”

chris nods and hands me a drink a minute after

i try it and surprisingly it’s not death in a cup

a few hours later, me and chris uber back as were too drunk to drive at all, we’re sat in the back of the uber singing

hotel room — montel fish

as we pull up to the hotel, we step out of the uber and walk inside, chris gives the fire exit key back to the girl behind the desk and we walk upstairs, and i pull him into my room

“ma, you had me so fuckin’ hard tonight”

his words came out slurred

i grin

“want me to help, handsome?”

chris groans

“keep talking’ like that ill cream in my pants”

i push chris down on the bed, his head against the headboard as i crawl upto him, before anything, i straddle him and kiss him deeply.

he bites my bottom lip and i open my mouth a bit to give him full access, our tongues dance as we slowly pull away, i plant kisses to his jawline, neck, and keep moving down until i’m at his waist band

i look up at him through my eyelashes, his head nodding instantly, giving me permission to continue, i unbutton his jeans then unzip the zip, slowly, very slowly

chris groans and throws his head back in impatience and i grin, looping my fingers into the waistband of his pants and pull them down , his boxers following quickly

i was pretty stunned at how long he was, how was that gonna fit in my mouth

he must’ve saw how nervous i was

“you got this ma, cmon”

i lick up his shaft and decide to focus on the tip

“oh ffuuuck ma- y’keep doin’ it like that i’m gon’ cum”

i grin and my tongue flicks over his tip, i taste the precum on my tastebuds as i hear him moaning my name, his mouth parted and head leaned back against the headboard

“ffffuck y/n, yeah yeah, keep doin’ that, goin’ down on your enemy’s brother? fuckin’ slut”

i feel him twitch inside of my mouth, signalling hes close

his hand tangkes in my hair, making a makeshift ponytail as his hips roll up into my mouth as he finds his release, hot ropes of cum go to the back of my throat

i’m took out of pleasure when i hear the door slam and matt speak

“are you fucking kidding me?”

part two!! ⬇️

a/n; hopefully y’all liked this one!! i found this so fun to write

@mattsobvimyfav (heard about this before y’all)

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

Vampire!Chishiya x Fem!Reader

Summary: Hcs + Scenario

Warnings: Mentions of blood. Biting. Blood sucking. Hints of possible kidnapping. Grammar mistakes

HCS

Chishiya is a vampire who also happens to be a doctor. His self control over blood is brutal.

He comes from a long line of vampires so he was educated on how to act and blend in human society.

The hospital where he works at gives him (because his father is the head director) blood each month. Only some carefully selective ones knows the family secret.

Chishiya is no stranger to lonelies, he made himself that way by his lack on understanding over human emotions.

When he meets you it feels strange, like there is a pull towards you.

Turns out, its all a chemical reaction, your blood its like a magnet for Chishiya, his own instincts are not sure if they want to protect you because they see you as his blood resource or because of something else...

Once his father notices this he basically orders Chishiya to date you, something about "pure blood is good for you" and whatever.

The start of your relationship with Chishiya is wierd. He asked you out after a regular check you had in the hospital, and while you did find him handsome there was something off.

During the first dates you did most of the talk, getting small but blunt responses from him. You did notice how he seemed to avoid going out when the were no clouds in the sky, or how much more alive he became at night.

During one night that included you two having dinner at a small place then taking a walk, a group of kids ran pass both of you making you fall. Your hands ended bruised and also bloodied, you were going to call the night off till you saw Chishiya's eyes. They were almost animal, his breath was quicker and he seemed lost.

Moments of silence passed till he snapped out and told you to go to his aparment so he could treat you (makes sense he is a doctor).

And does he treat your injuries, he is really careful while doing it.

Its during that moment, you two share your first kiss. Is slow, Chishiya is not even touching you, but then you feel his tongue pushing your mouth open, then you feel him biting your lower lip, its sensual, sending shivers down your spine till there is pain and the metalic teast of blood.

Its in that moment, his hands goes to your head to keep you in place as he dranks from your lips. Your brain cant keep up with what is happening, even less when he moans your name and promises to make it up for you if you let him bite you again and again and again.

Does not wait for a verbal response, he is kissing your neck, looking for the perfect spot, once he finds it he sinks his theeth deep and hard. He knows it hurts but he cant stop, will massage your breasts to try and distract you, softly caress your belly going down till he feels how bothered you are between your legs. Only when he notices you are starting to suffer from the blood lost he stops.

"Im sorry, i could not help myself. Let me get you some sugar, we can talk in the morning"

Is going to give you a well aftercare and explain everything to you. And you better accept or well, Chishiya has already decided what he will do with you if you say no.

[addisonnie]

mine for the summer

summary: a lifeguard and a camp counselor walk into a bar…..

an: HIIIIIIIII here is part 1 of maybe 3? not sure. anywaysssss, enjoy! im working on trying to make my fics shorter because i work myself to the bone making long ass fics, so this one is going to be a few short parts rather than one long one !

warnings: cursing, there’s a camper named ‘michelle’ who is mentioned a few times, my apologies if that’s your name! you’ve got a name twin i suppose. not proofread because i’m in my lazy era (as i always have been)

——

Wyoming is particularly hot today. Ellie has spent much of the morning wiping sweat from her brows and detaching children from her back — they seem to be extra clingy this year. For the past four years, Ellie has donned the same red athletic shorts and matching white top with the words “CAMP COUNSELOR” across the chest in jersey font. Here she stands for the fifth summer, in the middle of an open field with children clinging to her legs, giggling like madmen.

A few other counselors sprawl across the grass, all involved in something different: capture the flag, football, and general roughhousing. One particular counselor catches her eye, though. You’re standing on the lake’s shore, donning a red bikini top and a pair of shorts that match hers, only yours say “LIFEGUARD” across the globes of your ass. She doesn’t think she recognizes you. Your hair is tied back, sunglasses cover your eyes and your skin seems to sparkle and glow under the heat of the Wyoming sun. And then, you turn around.

Ellie just about drops the child she’s holding on her back. You’d missed camp last summer due to unforeseen circumstances, and in that one year, you’d surely grown into yourself. She couldn’t deny the blush that crept up the nape of her neck as you caught her eye and immediately began waving before breaking into a full sprint toward her.

“Ellie Williams! Is that you I see?” Your voice is as sweet as it always was, Ellie blushes harder.

She carefully places the camper down before meeting you halfway, “it is! Look at you, all grown up.”

You chuckle before dragging her into a tight squeeze, “you’re only six months older, yanno.”

Ellie’s grip loosens as she pulls back to smile at you, “I’ve got to take wins where I can get them.”

The hug goes on for a few more beats, you sway side to side and squeeze Ellie a bit tighter when she moves to pull away.

“So, Williams. How you been? Joel? Sarah?”

She smiles a little wider at the mention of her family, “good. We’ve been good. Sarah actually just got engaged, so the wedding is soon. You’re invited, by the way.”

Your jaw drops in shock and you lightly smack at Ellie’s bicep, “engaged! I didn’t even know the bitch was dating!”

“We have a lot to catch up on—“

Her words are cut short by a shrill scream of your name, “Get back to the lake! We’re playing chicken and you're my teammate!”

The shout was followed by you being dragged away by several young girls, straight back toward where you came from. You maintained eye contact with Ellie as you were dragged toward the shore and shouted back at her, “come find me later!”

Ellie smiled and nodded.

————

Ellie hated kids, that much she’d admit. However, if you asked her how she felt about her campers, don’t act surprised when a slight smile brushes across her face — only for a few seconds. Friday night at Camp Silver Lake called for a massive camp-wide bonfire, chock-full of s’mores, hotdogs, and some classic campfire songs.

Ellie is sitting on a log in front of the fire while she watches you over the burning embers, a couple of gangly kids are wrapped around you like a jungle gym; You giggle and attempt to shake off their sticky fingers.

“Ellie. I will give you five whole dollars if you play campfire song song from Spongebob. Five. Whole. Dollars.” One of Ellie’s campers stood at the front of a gaggle of children with her hands clasped together as if she was praying.

“Michelle. Mickey. My beloved Mickster, five dollars isn’t enough. Make it ten and do my laundry for a week.”

Michelle squints at Ellie and purses her lips, “ten bucks and I won’t tell miss lifeguard over there that you have a crush on her.”

Ellie splutters out a cough and looks up at Michelle with wide eyes, “I do not!”

“Oh, please. You’re so whipped for her she’s practically got your balls in her back pocket. Ten. Bucks. Oh—! Here she comes.”

Ellie scoffs’ “language!” eliciting an eye-roll and a a $10 bill slapped onto Ellie’s naked thigh before she happily skips away, winking at you and ignoring the confused look on your face.

“What’s Mickey so excited about? Someone fall out of that tree again? She thought it was reaaaal funny when I did the other day.” Ellie laughs and pats the open space next to her, “something about me playing the Spongebob campfire song. Really gets her going, I guess.”

Your eyes light up like a kid in a candy shop, “I fuckin’ love that song!”

The tips of your fingers squeeze at Ellie’s thigh and she blushes wildly, hoping she can blame the flush on the heat of the roaring fire nearby, “that would be so fun, you have to! Oh— also, will you hand me that cup? The red solo, it’s mine.”

Ellie smiles and pats the top of your hand with hers, “If you’re good I’ll dedicate it to you.”

She misses the way your cheeks burn red while she turns to grab your drink, “here you—hey! Chill out with throwing that ball by the fire! You’re gonna hit someone.”

A chorus of “sorry Ellie” rings out from the crowd of campers and she grunts, turning back to face you.

“Sorry about that, here’s your drink. Jungle juice?”

You laugh and nudge her with your shoulder, “I wish. Try fruit punch.”

She watches you sip from the cup and swallows harshly while you maintain eye contact over the rim. Her fingers itch and tingle, and before she knows it her pointer finger is tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. She wishes she could find a wildflower somewhere to place with it; All she sees is dirt and grass. Could she tuck a piece of grass behind your ear? Probably not.

Her thoughts are cut short by a yelp and a quick wet splash, leaving her forearm just slightly sticky. A football sits in your lap along with an empty solo cup, the contents appearing soaked into your white tank top.

“Oh, fuck. I told them to stop throwing that ball over here. C’mon, we can go get you cleaned up. Fuck, I’m sorry. Shit.” Ellie is cursing and mumbling like a madman as she grabs your waist and yanks you from the log you were sitting on.

“Geez—Ellie! It’s fruit punch! You’re acting like I got shot.” She huffs and squeezes your hip, “whatever. I’ll take you to my cabin, you can borrow a shirt and I’ll wash this one.”

You smirk to yourself as her pointer finger hooks into the belt loop of your shorts, Ellie dragging you behind her as she angrily marches to her cabin.

[nicksolemnlyswears]

what up my peeps? i made a disappearing act last month but im here to give you guys a lil update on my life.

the reason i disappeared is ‘cause being a student in the medical field is hard and busy. so my sincerest apologies!

for the han girlies im here to let you know what im currently working on. let me preface this by saying that some of these requests i’ve had for a while and im working on them, just little by little. i love han but he’s not my main focus (it’s my harry potter longfic if you wanna check it out 👀)

requests:

waitress! reader! spin off!

gisele comes back and han gets back with her. han doesn’t know that our little waitress is pregnant. years later they reunite…

dating! han headcanons and wife! headcanons

these are two requests i’m merging into one because if not i think i’d be repeating myself.

jealous!han oneshot

han is jealous of your male best friend and his behavior towards you

a jealous baby girl!

how will baby girl react when an old fling of han’s pops up

my fic idea(s):

takashis cousin! reader x han

Takashi is in charge of watching over you while his uncle is abroad (avoiding a run in with authority). He takes you to the races where you meet mysterious Han.

Age gap will be present. 18-19 year old reader and a 28 year old Han. I’m leaning towards a more innocent vibe from the reader. Or rather not innocent but inexperienced and shy.

Overprotective gang leader father and all that. Constantly surrounded by bodyguards. Always under supervision.

“What was it that you said about school girls?” Takashi to Han

Maybe it will give off forbidden vibes. Very much secret romance

Been thinking of doing it like a flashback format. The gang are going through old stuff and one of them finds a box of Hans belongings from tokyo. They see a picture of reader and ask about it.

[matthewswifeee]

"Please come save me"

In which you find yourself on a terrible date with an uneasy feeling in your stomach so you ask your ex boyfriend, Matt, to come save you. . . .

I hurry up and shower so that I can start getting ready for me date, I haven't been on a date in entirely too long so, I figured why not go when the guy asked me.

I blow dry and straighten my wavy dark brown hair and then I put on some simple make up. I get dressed into a black, casual dress, which is more fitting around my waist and flowy at the bottom and pair it with a pair of black sandals. I then order my uber to the downtown restaurant and wait.

About 10 minutes later I hop out of my uber and walk into the restaurant looking for the guy I met on tinder. I spot the guy right away and look at his picture one last time before walking toward the table. "Hi are you Ethan" I say with a smile. "You must be (Y/n)" he says standing up and pulling me into a full on hug. That was weird, I think to myself but I guess he was just trying to be nice, I think trying to brush it off.

We both sit back down at the table and order drinks then wait for the waitress to return. "So you from around here" Ethan asks taking a sip of the soda placed in front of him. "Born and raised" I respond with a slight nervous giggle. "Are you one of those girls who are gonna come home with me in an hour or do I have to take you out again" he asks making me choke a little on the water I was drinking. "Um I guess we'll see how this dinner goes" I say trying to laugh off what he just asked me.

After about thirty minutes of absurd comments and nothing but this guy trying to get in my pants I pull m phone out under the table so that he wouldn't notice and text Matt.

Please tell me you're still in Mass?

Yea? you ok?

On a date with a weird guy... giving me weird vibes, SOS

Send me the location I'll be right there

Thank God, I think to myself. Ethan an I continue the uncomfortable conversation for maybe five minutes before I see the familiar brown haired boy walk through the door of the downtown restaurant and spot me. I try to act like I didn't see him so that Ethan would think anything of it and before I know it Matt is making his way toward the table.

Matt walks over to our table and smashes his lips onto mine shocking the hell out of me. "Let's go" he says grabbing my hand and pulling me up from the table. "Who the fuck are you" Ethan says to Matt. "Don't worry about it and don't talk to her again" Matt says as I grab my purse from the chair I was sitting on before the two of us leave the restaurant.

"Ok you didn't have to do all that" I say referring to the kiss. "Look I dint know what I was walking into... at least the guy will probably leave you alone" he says starting the car. "Hey" I say making him look over at me "Thank you" I say and he doesn't say anything he just holds my hand, driving us back to my apartment.

I know I know this is terrible but im working on something and i promise IM BACK BITCHES

[citrusotakutea]

This is a different anon, but i want to continue on the points you've said about Alucard, the new fandoms interpretation of him, and hellsing and correcting some stuff. First of all thank you for actually giving good points on why youre not fond of the recent fans of the fandom, and i agree with most of the points you make. New Alucard fans are so weird because they will objectify him and miss his entire character completely and or water it down,,and for the "Vladdy big bara tiddies mm" people, whats up with that mandela effect? He was shown shirtless and he was hairless in both anime and manga, you guys should try actually watching the anime next time. Not sure where to start on the Alucard x integra part because of how jarringly popular it is, but "almost just as bad as aluseras" isn't accurate to me because atleast Aluseras is legal, Alucard and integra aren't (they met when she was 12, seras was 19). I personally dislike both, but the hate is more personal towards Alucard x integra because the only people who ship it are the people who heavily mischaractarize the both of them, and Alucard mischaractarization kills me, i can't care less about integra (sorry op) but even i out of all people know it's bad for her. The entire organization exists because they hate each other, yes, Alucard may not directly hate integra, but her grandfather is abraham for fucks sake. Why in the world would integra betray both her grandfather and father just to date the "monster" that they spent all their lives trying to defeat. The literal Dracula x any Hellsing member will never work, Alucard only works for the organization out of respect for abraham after he (a human) managed to defeat him, and his job is to serve the family and any master who comes after, which right now is integra. There is no romantic chemistry at all, it's his job. (Sorry for the ramble op, theres just too many reasons why this ship sucks ass) i think the abridged ruined a generation by forcing it on everyone. For your second point, Alucard and seras weren't canonically said to have a father/daughter relationship by the author, but some writers who worked on Ultimate, and even so they said they were unsure (correct me if im wrong pls!), but seras has pip anyways so it obviously won't be anything more. I personally only like Alumina because its the most canon with Alucard, althought it's left very vague so we don't fully know, kouta hirano has stated that Alucards story is more accurate on Draculas part rather than Vlads, which means he most probably loves mina. "He was in his girl form the entire time in WW2" it wasn't actually the entire time, in a short backstory shot, there was Alucard (with his normal red coat shown, no hat or glasses tho) shown next to young walter (same as the dawns), he turned into a girl to prove a point to walter after they arrived in the melliunium base (walter asking "wheres your form" to Alucard, indicating that it may be a first time thing") but the dawn is unfinished so we wont know if he changes between forms, but he was still shown in his male form in 1944. For people who read the last post, the bonus book op is reffering about is the official hellsing guide book (im guessing since you mentioned it has no translation, i recently got a hold of it and im currently working on a translation myself) And yes KH was a hentai artist, the original Hellsing oneshot (Legends of the vampire hunter) was actually a hentai too, easier to find translated than most of his older work. And for that last part, you're real for that i support you op (again sorry for all the rambling and thank you so much if you read!!)

I won't stand for the Sir Integra slander here but thank you for correcting me on the Hellsing lore anon!

And yes, I was talking about the guide book. Obviously anon, but getting a translation of that would be amazing, there's so much content we're missing out on from that ;-;

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hi! Can i ask for a matchup with Tokyo Debunker? If yes then thank you so much! Pronouns: any Zodiac: Aquarius Demiromantic Omnisexual MBTI: INTP Personality: I have ADHD, I'd describe myself as someone who is easy going, stubborn, honest and observant, though I dont think im also that good at understanding others emotions and struggles, so usually i try my best to sympathize and find logical advices to help them. My bad trait is that i give up easily at things i dont find myself good at. I also do have some issues trust people and myself, but when i start to trust people, I act more blunt and more teasing towards people, jokes around and can be sarcastic and mean around them. oh and i forget and let go of things really easily, so i dont really hold grudges. Appearance: Im kind of thin, purple with yellow strands, jellyfish hairstyled hair. My hair is pretty short cause i dont tend to like having a long hair to carry around. Orange eyes. My resting bitch face usually look like im mad or exhausted and thats usually why people don't tend to talk to me that much- oh and im about 6'5 and do tend to have scars all over the body because im pretty clumsy and cant concentrate much things around me. Likes: arts in general, i also enjoy watching people do their own activities. I enjoy music in general. Outside of arts, i also like to experience new things as long as it sounds interesting. I find human psychology interesting because we never know what others are thinking and why they think that way (maybe thats why i like taiga sm hshhshs) Dislikes: Bitter food and drinks, chocolate, insects, being forced to do something i dont want to. Hobbies: Listening to all kinds of music and drawing, sleeping and writing stories (i get to analyse people's mind) Thank you for reading if you ever decided to do this request!! I really love your writing style! Sorry if its a bit too long, its my first time asking in tumblr-

Hi! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I hope you like your matchup!

In Tokyo Debunker, I match you with...

You and Haku are going to be an unstoppable teasing machine. You’re both too stubborn to back down when the other starts the teasing war and everyone around you will just have to deal with it.

I feel like he would also enjoy people watching. I think he finds it interesting watching people interact with the world around them and would like making comments to you and pointing out funny events he sees.

Haku can definitely relate to not liking being forced to do something. His relationship with his family and the shrine says a lot about that. So he’ll never force you to do anything you don’t want to. He values both his and your freedom too much to do that.

Since you have trust issues, I can see a relationship with Haku taking a long time to form. He can come across as ingenuine sometimes or seem like he’s just playing around so he’ll have to work hard to convince you that he really does like you.

I see Haku as someone who loves exploring new places and trying new things so he’s ecstatic that you’re the same. Expect to go on a lot of crazy dates when you both get free time.

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the Russian boy//part one

a fanfic about the goldfinch

summary: a new girl named lucy gardener has just moved to las vegas, nevada. she meets two boys her first day and takes an interest on the black-haired Russian boy named boris.

this is a series i’m going to be working on, and yes, there will eventually be some juicy smut.

warnings: swearing, marijuana usage, and some brief mention of alcohol usage.

not proof read!!

part one: the first day

"FUCK" , i yell when i awake to see my alarm clock isn't plugged in. i must have forgotten to plug it in last night when i was setting up my room. im gonna be late for my first day of school. great. i rush to the millions of moving boxes in my room trying to remember which ones have my clothes in them, finally i mange to find a box with a folded up Tshirt and decide to wear that and the leggings i slept in. i throw on the Tshirt and run into the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. "first day of my new school and im going to show up a total mess. amazing.", i think to myself while i spit out the tooth paste in my mouth and see the knots all over my head. i grab my brush and hurry back into my room to put my shoes on and get my book bag together. "MOM!!", i yell while brushing my hair and putting my folders in my bag. no response. great she's probably passed out downstairs drunk, or hasn't come home from last night yet. i don't blame her though, if i had found out my husband was cheating on me and lost all my money in the divorce i would be drinking away my feelings too. i just hate that it caused us to move here. the fucking middle of nowhere in las Vegas. why couldn't we have moved to someplace cool like New York? or just someplace where the sun isn't beating down on me like it wants to fry me and eat me for lunch. whatever, no point in being mad right now, i need to grab my keys and get to school. i go downstairs to see my mom passed out on the couch with a bottle of tito's and lifetime blaring on the tv. no time to worry about that now. i find my keys laying on the kitchen counter and rush out the door. i hop in my truck (well, my mom and me's truck) and head on my way to school. joining a new school three months into the school year as a junior, who knows nobody in this awful town shouldn't be hard, right? i look up on google maps where it is and learn it's only 20 minutes away from my house, not too far of a drive. gosh, its already 11:30am, i'm so fucked. i pull into the school parking lot and quickly run into the double doors at the front of the building. i spot the front office on my right and make my way in there, the small lady behind the desk looks up from her computer at me. "name?", she says like she's dealt with more late passes then she wanted to this morning. "Lucy Gardener, I'm a new student here and-", she cuts me off, "yes, miss gardener, you're a junior correct? here's your schedule and here's your late pass.". she pulls out a small green peice of paper from here desk drawer and writes, my name, the date, the time, and her signature on it before handing it to me. awesome, i'm gonna have to show up in the middle of class and stop the lesson to give this to my teacher. she reaches into the printer and gives me a list with my name on the top and a bunch of classes with times next to them. "right now you should be in....3rd period, english.", the lady said pausing to squint at her computer, "room 224. down the main hall and to your left.". "thanks.", i say stuffing my schedule in my bag and walking out of the office. i follow her directions and head down the main hall and to the left, until i see room 224. fuck, ok ok, just go in there, give the slip to your teacher, and pray he doesn't make me introduce myself to the class. i open the class door and immediately all heads turn to me. i can feel my cheeks burning red as i walk to the man in his mid 40s standing in front of the whiteboard. "sorry." i say handing him the slip and turning away to find a seat towards the back of the class room, just as i thought you may get away with say nothing else, he calls you back up front. "Lucy? you're our new student right? come up here and tell us a little about yourself please.", he says with a huge smile on his face. you've gotta be fucking kidding. i turn back to him and walk back up front. "hi i'm lucy, um i just moved here from New Orleans.", i hear slight laughter coming from two boys in the back of the classroom.

"can i go sit now?", i say turning towards the teacher. "well it's great to have you here lucy, i look forward to getting to know you, i think there may be a seat next to theo. theo, raise your hand so lucy knows where to go.". i see a tall boy with shaggy blonde hair raise his hand and realize it was one of the boys who were giggling. i walk towards the desk that the teacher was referring to, and see that it’s actually right in between the two boys that were giggling. how wonderful, this should be soooo fun. i sit down and immediately hear the blonde boy with glasses on my right giggling. damn, do i really look that bad today. the one with black hair is just staring so intensely at me, i feel his eyes burning holes in my head. i guess i came just at the right time though, cause about two minutes after i sit down i hear the bell ring. "anddd that's lunch.", i hear the teacher say as i stand up and grab my bag. i let out a sigh of relief, at least i can just go sit in the bathroom and look at my phone for the lunch period. i'm walking to the door when someone behind me calls out, "lucy!". i turn around to see the blonde boy with his mouth slightly open and the boy with black hair standing behind him smirking. "i-it's lucy right?" he says stuttering over his words. "yea. you're theo, right?", i say hoping that i heard the teacher correctly and didn't just call him the wrong name. "ding ding ding! and this," he pulls the boy with black hair in front of him like he's showing me a puppy or something, "is boris. he, well we, were wondering if maybe you wanted to hang with us during lunch? you know, since you're new.", theo says in a almost shy manner. do i want to have lunch with them? is it a trick? weren't they literally just laughing at me? if they didn't look so raggedy i would've guessed that they were two popular boys messing with me. the dark haired one, sorry, "boris", speaks up. "we have weed." , he said in a whispering tone.

i'm not sure because his voice was so low, but i think he may be Australian? that doesn't matter, they had weed, i need something to calm my first day anxieties. "i'm down, should've led with the weed." i say looking at both of them as theo looked at boris with a smile. boris walked in front of me, "follow me.". boris and theo led me out the school doors, into the parking lot, and to a beat down 1985 volvo. this looks sketchy i'm not gonna lie. the car is rusted, missing a headlight, and theo has to crawl through the driver side door to get to the passenger seat. let's just hope and pray they don't kill me and dump my body in the nevada desert somewhere. boris opens the back seat door for me and i crawl in, as soon as i'm in the car i know they're not lying about the weed. the smell is so strong that i imagine they smoke in this car everyday and don't know what air freshener is. boris gets in the drivers seat, shuts the door, and immediately opens the glove box. "shit bor, did you not roll another one this morning? it's gonna take me at least 20 minutes to get this shit done.", theo said holding a small baggie of weed, and a pack of joint papers. these kids don't even know how to roll a joint. i snicker, "let me see it.", i say holding out my hand. theo and boris looked at eachother suspiciously. "oh come on, let me see it i can get her done in 5-10 minutes tops.", i start making a "gimme" motion with my hand. theo hands the bag and papers over to me. it doesn't even take me ten minutes and im done. "here", i say, passing the joint to boris. they inspect it carefully until boris looks back at me and smiles, "nice job new girl.". i do a small bow, "thank you thank you very much, now light that shit.", i say looking at the lighter in theo's hand. theo hands the lighter over to boris, who starts to touch the flame to the tip of the joint and takes a long hit. he lets the smoke out, coughing as he does so. boris takes another hit then looks at me. he gives the joint to me with a grin, "new girl gets next hit, eh?", he says glancing over to theo. "that's fine with me man.", says theo, who's too focused on trying to get the radio to work.

boris hands the joint over to me. please please please don't let me get too high and embarrass myself God. i mean look, im an avid smoker, but after taking a break from weed for like 6 days because of all the moving shit i had to do, i’m definitely gonna get really fried. i take a long drag of the joint and hold the smoke it for about 7 seconds before exhaling with a sigh. "fuck that's nice.", i say passing the joint to theo and leaning back into the seat. "so new girl, where do you live?", boris says with a thick accent. "i don't really know the name of the street, i just got here last night. it's like desert something.", i say trying to remember what the street is called . boris raises his eyebrows as he grabs the joint theo's passing to him, "desert end drive?", he says before taking a long hit of the joint. "yea actually, that's where i am.". the two boys exchange looks. "no way, that's where we live." , says theo almost giddy with excitement. ok this is good. at least i have two people that smoke in my neighborhood. "do you live more towards the front of the neighborhood or the back?", theo says. boris passes me the joint and i take two quicks hits while they stare at me with anticipation. "way in the back, it takes like 3 minutes of me driving just to get out of the neighborhood.", i say shifting my eyes between the two of them. theo looks at boris as i hand him the joint. "i bet you're right by bor then.", he says smiling a child like smile. "oh shit that's nice.", i say trying to not look excited. i mean boris is cute. i don't really know him at all. and that accent, maybe it's just the weed talking, but that accent is so fucking sexy. "what's your accent?", i blurt out, not so shy anymore from the high i'm feeling. boris smirks at me, "i mean i've lived in a lot of places so i have little accent from everywhere, but the one you probably hear the most, is russian or ukraine maybe?", he says, "my english isn't perfect, potter says i miss words sometimes, but i do pretty well, eh?", he says taking the joint from theo. i let out a laugh, "dude you're so right, he does kinda look like harry potter!", which makes both me and boris burst out into laughter.

"hardy har har, soooo funny.", says theo trying his best to hold back a smile. we sit, passing around the joint and just talking and getting to know each other for about the next 15 minutes until all that's left of it is the filter. "i don't wanna go back in.", i say as the laughter dies down in the car from a stupid thing theo said. "well you're in luck, me and bor usually skip forth period anyways.", theo says turning his head to look at me and smile. "yes! come with new girl, will be fun. i have vodka at house.",  boris says with excited eyes. "your parents won't mind?", i say, "nah, only live with my dad and he'll be gone for next few days.", says boris as he puts the bag of weed and papers back in his glove box. "alright, im down. but fuck, i'm way too stoned to drive right now, i haven't smoked for like a week cause of the move.", i say, remembering just how high i am. "give me your keys, im not too fucked.", says boris holding out his hand, "potter can drive my car, he does all the time.". i look at boris for a second, before pulling out my keys and placing them in his hand. trust me if i thought this boy was too faded to drive, i would not let him in my truck. but since i'm pretty sure he does this everyday multiple times a day i'm fine with it. especially since, i myself drive while im stoned all the time. well when im not in the middle of an involuntary week long T break i mean. boris hops out of the car and opens my door, extending his hand to me, as theo crawls into the drivers seat. i take boris's hand and hop out of the car. i say a quick thank you and let go of his hand before leading him to my truck. when we get to my car he follows me to the passenger side and opens the door for me. "such a gentleman." , i joke as i put a hand on my heart and hop in the car. "always a gentleman for a pretty lady.", he says back shooting me a quick wink then chuckling. ok he could so get it. i mean he called me pretty, he definitely wants it. no lucy...you two are joking around. he's being polite. don't think anything of it. boris walks to the other side of the car door and hops in the drivers seat, putting the keys in ignition. "let's go get wasted new girl.", he says to me with a smile as he puts the car in drive, and pulls out of the school parking lot. i have a feeling this is going to be fun..

part 2 will be out soon. let me know if yall fw this

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Zero to mutant Chapter 5

MASTERLIST

We arrived back within a few days.

“Ahh, welcome back my X-men. Hello Emily, im Professor X, the leader of the X-men and this great facility. Come we have much to discuss. The rest of you can unpack your bags and meet us in the meeting room”

“So what kind of abilities do you think she has” Jubilee paced herself beside me

“Im not sure, our theory from before seems plausible, but is it truly that simple”

“Come on you two, the faster we get to are rooms and unpack the faster we can find out” Rouge laughed

*Time skip*

We all sat in our usual spots at the table, and Emily sat in a new chair.

“Good evening everyone, as some of you can see, we have a new friend with us today, they are the mutant your fellow X-men fetched.

And after some gentle mind probing from Jean and myself, we have discovered Her ability to be that of giving off a comforting aura, that will intensify though direct contact and connection.

I think we could all agree this would be a great advantage to us in battle”

“Well let me be the first to welcome to our team, MIss” Remy bowed kissing the back of her hand. Cause the majority of us to roll our eyes.

“Actually Gambit I tasking you to Help with Emily’s training, she lacks the necessary fighting skills, and abilities you do. You can start tomorrow, for now, would you mind showing our new member to her living quarters, we will discuss moving the rest of your things here at a later date”

Remy grabbed her things and the two left

“The mission was a success, it seems there is no more mutant activity within the school, add in that we now have a member of staff I'd say this was a prosperous mission,” the proffer said.

We discussed the usual boring things, we did after every mission.

“So my x-men that concludes our Meeting you are dismissed”

“Don’t you think we should check on Emily, this is a big change after all, no offense to Remy but…” I chimed in

The whole way here she seemed in a daze, only answering in little, yeahs and hums

“Why not you do it nightcrawler, you are the one concerned with it” Scott suggested.

“Uh, no I can’t, I'll just scare her, how about Jubilee” I argued.

“Sorry Kurt I've got a date with Roberto, in like” she checked her watch, “oh no, I'm gonna be late!” she ran out

“Well with that, this mission briefing is dismissed,” the professor said, and everyone exited ignoring my attempts to get their attention.

I sighed knowing that it was up to me, to make someone feel welcome.

Emily POV

I stood, at the window taking in my new reality.

A small knock on my doorframe had me turning toward the sound

“Hey… how are you settling in” Kurt said sanding awkwardly at the entrance of my room

“Oh good… I guess. Still processing well everything. I mean it’s a pretty big change, especially with all this weirdness” I laughed a little

“Oh, I knew they should have sent someone else to check up on you,” he said sadly under his breath.

“No! I didn’t mean it like that, I mean I think you're pretty cool-looking. I was actually hoping to get the chance to talk with you about your powers, how they work and that kind of stuff… and I've been rambling again. Sorry”

“Y-your interested in my powers” his tail swung a little.

“Of course! i-I meaning interested in all your Powers” I quickly corrected

Kurt gave a smirk, strutting over to the seat in front of my bed.

He sat down crossing his legs and resting his head on his propped-up hand.

“Ask away”

“What?”

“You said you wanted to know about my powers and we have nothing but time. The others went off to do their own things. Don't worry Sonnenschein I don't bite” he gave a toothy grin, patting the space beside him.

“Ok, sure. Umm, what kind of powers do you have?” I asked sitting down next to him

“Teleportation, though I have a great variety of skills, I'm skilled at fencing, and acrobatics, and I'm a master of hiding in the shadows.”

“Wow, that's so cool. How far can you teleport, or like do you need to see where you are teleporting?”

“About 2 miles, give or take, though I try not to teleport anywhere I can’t see or have never been before.”

“So… what is it like to teleport?”

He thought about it for a little bit before standing up. “Would you like me to show you” he offered his hand.

I raised my hand up but stopped short.

“We don’t have to it’s your choice” he started to take back his hand, but I grabbed onto it.

“Alright let's do this, what do you want me to do?”

He smiled, pulling me close to him and wrapping his tail around me. “Just hold on tight Liebling” he winked.

The sudden closeness made my cheeks hot.

“Get ready”

All of a sudden it was like a purple vortex around us, we squashed and stretched visually, and it felt like a strong breeze passing over us.

I squeezed my eyes shut, hardening my grip around Kurt.

Then everything was still.

“You can open your eyes now Angsthase” He chuckled

And when I did I was met with a glorious sunset. “Where are we?”

“The top of the school, I come up here sometimes to calm down. I love days like this where the sunset in that way, the sky a gorgeous pink, don’t you think it’s just beautiful?” he said looking towards the woods.

“Yes, I'm looking at the most beautiful thing I've ever seen” As much as the sky reminded me of silk-covered blankets, my eyes couldn’t help but focus on the way the light hit Kurt's skin, how it reflected in his eyes, or the way my hand was still placed in his.

He quickly looked over to me, and I inverted my gaze quickly.

“So got any more questions?”

“None, that I feel won’t come naturally when getting to know you”

It was then that he seemed to realize we were still holding hands.

“Oh I'm so sorry” he quickly jumps or well teleported a short distance.

“No you're fine,” I say “How bout you give me the grand tour of this place” walking over and lace my arm around his. We don’t have to it’s your choice” I teased.

“Ok well this is the roof” he smiled starting the tour.

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Believing

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Dating was always a nervous process, for many a person but for Y/n L/n it seemed impossible, she hated being alone though she had one particular view, ' that she's only jumping into book worlds to find friends because they don't judge you as people do in reality' so the dating game is back on, her friends in tied out one Friday evening at the local pub in Kensington where you regularly go out (not that you see anyone of note) you got ready and planned your outfit, sexy but not too sexy.

(Y/n's night out outfit)

Your disability forbade you from wearing heels so it was your black flat pumps you were going to have to wear.

You tried accepting it, but it just was far too hard to so you gave in. Not complaining about the pain you suffered sometimes from the distance you covered about your house and about in public.

You never cared what other people thought you just got on with it no matter what the world threw at you.

Cerebral palsy was a not illness it's a condition which affects either side of your body the medical term was Hempligia Cerebral palsy where the weakness could appear in either side of you.

Most Friday nights you spent watching The Tudors on DVD as you were a huge fan of Henry Cavill.

The taxi arrived right on time you smiled grabbing your bag you headed out the door. Your friends from work greeted you with a enthusiastic waves from inside the london cab.

" We so have to get you with someone tonight y/n"! Your friend Hannah told you.

" I've told you I'm not looking for anyone"! Came your reply.

" that's rubbish! Y/n we'll find you someone tonight you'll see"! Hannah continued.

A short while later the cab pulled up outside the pub named The Builders arms.

You were nervous about stepping out of the cab, until a tall dark haired fimilar faced well known stranger came to assist you.

" May I help"? He asked that fimilar white broad smile and those muscles and bright blue eyes.

" Yes please! If you could .... take my hand and help me down I'd be more grateful"! Y/n repiled

" yes of course in fact why don't you give both of them then I'll help you out that way"! He suggested, his breath was warm as it wafts across your cheek, you no idea who this guy was who was helping you.

You readily complied and placed your two hands in his warm, large and strong, that gentle gracious smile across his face as he helped you down out of the cab.

" Right now gently because this path isn't the easiest to stand on"! He warned, you stepped out with him still gripping your hands in his, " I'm Henry by the way! Henry Cavill"!

You couldn't hide your smile you knew it was him but you were just too shy to say anything, knowing what your friends were doing to you or going to do you were in luck.

" I'm y/n l/n! Thanks for helping me again"! You gave him you most beautiful smile. That was it he was gone he saw you and fell for you.

" it's a pleasure to meet you Miss l/n"! A lovely young woman like you shouldn't out in scruffy old place like this"! He teased with a wink.

" I wouldn't have come out tonight but these two insisted"! You nudged your head toward the two other women getting out the taxi with you! Hannah watched you have a conversation with Henry while the two of them left you to it.

" Well may I say but I'm glad they did! You look rather .... i hope I'm not being too foward very beautiful this evening"! Henry beamed at you. His eyes seemed to be glued to yours, as he spoke.

" Thankyou I never would have expected to see you here"! You say shyly.

" I do come here when im not working letting my hair down! So to speak ... Come let's get you inside you must be freezing here take my arm"! Henry offered you his arm as you continued toward the door to enter the pub. " you didn't have to do that Henry I can walk myself although with a wobble here and there but otherwise I'm fine"! You reply

" Nonsense! What kind of man would I be if I allowed you to slip and hurt yourself hmm"! Henry smiled

You were struck by how handsome and good natured he was. You thanked him again " thanks for your help henry"! You smile you're blue eyes ablaze with hope. " My pleasure you're more then welcome"! Came Henry's reply, from the look hannah was giving yo u it was quite clear that she thought Henry was the one. " In fact why don't you and your friends come and join us outside I promise you we're safe under my watch anyway"! Henry invited you and your friends to have drinks with him, you're throat went dry you didn't know what to say you knew he was a mega famous movie star but Jesus this was intense.

" okay if your sure"! Your reply came, " Absolutely! Besides it would give me a chance to hey to know you a little more"! Henry confessed whispering in your ear. You were nervous about telling him about your disability and how you got it was hard for you to explain to anyone let alone a mega famous movie star.

As you were a fan of him, your hid that fact away from him too you didn't want him thinking you were a complete lunatic with thing for well seeking actors out on purpose. When in fact it was Hannah who suggested it, " May I ask why your still alone? In the sense of no sufficient other"! Henry asked whispering in your ear you hummed a little then breathed out thinking to yourself " get ready for the pity looks"!, " well I've always been a bit of loner and a bookworm you see I have a condition called Cerebral palsy which affects my right side I don't usually do this .... tell strangers my medical story! I was born with it I lost all hope i guess finding the one"! You told Henry, Henry looked at you and smiled broadly " Miss L/N! You are an absolute amazing young beautiful woman why on earth no one has even snapped you up .....is frankly ashoning"! You felt yourself warm into him, he saw you shivering and he placed his jacket about your shoulders with his strong arm about you slightly unconsciously leant into his touch, he felt it and kissed you on the head while your two friends Hannah and Jess weren't looking.

A few hours later ......

It was getting late and Henry and you had hit off straight way, you're eyes were dropping and he knew you were tired. Hannah and Jess had gotten to chatting to two guys standing inside the pub. " Would you like me to take you home sweetheart? Come on darling your done in .... let's get you home and safe hmm"! Henry offered as he stood to help you up. The two of you walked toward his place and he let you in his massive American Akita coming bounding toward you regnoized him he was your favourite dog Kal. " Come on Sweetheart lets get you settled first"! He guided you over to the setee in the lounge it was grey and very comfy, he noticed how incredibly cold you were. Kissing the top of your head again he left you snuggled into the setee when he returned he came back with a hoodie and a pair of warm slacks. " Come here gorgeous let's get you out of this hmm don't worry I've seen it all before"! He assured you with a tender smile he turned away like the gentleman that he is. " I'm ready"! You squeaked low, when he turned to face you you were wearing his hoodie that buried you his slacks went over you're feet. " My goodness how cute do you look y/n hmm too cute ..... Come here let me cuddle you"! Henry smiled as you leant into his welcoming warm strong embrace. Before long you had fell asleep in his arms and he carried you bridal style upstairs into his bed.

He gently set you down in the bed, stripping himself of all his clothes he climbed in the bed beside you. Lifting your head so it lay on his chest he sighed and whispered into hair. " Goodnight my gorgeous y/n sleep now I'll see you in the morning"! Henry whispered into your hair. What he didn't bank on though was how you could dream about him and literally whisper his name in your sleep he had to smile when at one point he turned on the lamp on the nightstand only to hear you talking to Charles he guessed it was Charles Brandon from the tudors you were talking to. He bent to kiss you twice on the brow " shh Sweetling! It's okay I'm here"! He soothed you stroking your hair as you slept in his bed

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Next Morning .........

Henry was up bright and early usually working out in his basement gym with Kal. You woke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting though the house, you swung back the covers that Henry lay over you the night before and padded out of his bedroom you felt like an utter plank for falling asleep on him.

Henry finished his work out and was stood in the kitchen with his broad bare back to you after he thrown his t shirt in the wash, he was all sweaty and wet, his biceps were something to marvel at. When he felt your gaze on him he turned and held out his arms with a smile " Goodmorning princess! I'd have brought your breakfast in bed had you stayed there"! Henry told you as he wrapped his arms about you, nearly crushing you to death. " Hen! I can't stay un bed I have move about or my legs get stiff"? You repiled with a tired smile. Henry knew that last night he fell for you he just didn't want to scare you off by telling exactly that. " Now what about that nice cup of machine made coffee eh then we can go and get showered .... what we after that I'll leave your hands"! Henry smiled holding you at arms length kissing your forehead you closed your eyes. You could nor remember a time when you felt so happy. " b...but I can't use your shower"! You protested.

Henry decided that was not a statement to answer he just merely picked you up into those strong Superman arms and carried you back upstairs to the bathroom where he then turned on the shower and stripping you of your dirty night out clothes and the ones youd slept in. While you weren't looking he stripped himself of his clothes and got in behind you loving that sensation that your body felt against his. He pulled you back his against his furry chest you lay your head on his muscular toned chest, " Shall we get that hair washed hmm sweetheart"! He gently asked you kissing your cheek as you tentatively took a step forward for him to help you wash your hair. He begun rinsing your hair with the shower water as he hauntingly instructed you " bend your head back angel sos the soap doesn't go in your eyes"! You did exactly what he told to unbeknown to you yoire body was unconsciously reacting to him touching you it felt so tender and somewhat intimate between you the way he caressed your tender skin it sent goosebumps all over you. " Darling! What are you up hm are you thinking naughty thoughts young lady tut tut"! Henry teased as he ticked his tongue. You felt rather cheeky at that moment so you bobbed your tongue back at him. " Oi you! You're being a cheeky madam aren't you"! He playfully smarted at you with in a wink.

You couldn't say anything you were stunned that you even in the shower with him behind you. " whose my gorgeous princess,then hmmm"? He mused at you rinsing the soap away from your hair you laughed " I am"! Henry couldn't stop his smiling as he turned off the shower he stepped out wrapping a white fluffy towel round his middle holding one out and open for you to walk right into the warmth sending goosebumps trailing your skin again. You shivered from the cold hitting you as you stepped out. Despite you wanting to walk back into the bedroom Henry ever the gentleman Carrie's you in. You laughed at him at having to carry you everywhere about the house. " oh Henry! What are you like"! Henry wriggled his eyebrows at you choosing again not to answer you placing you down on the bed, he kissed the tip of your nose. He sat behind you gently towel drying tour long hair, " I'm not hurting you am I bunbun"? Henry asked tenderly, you silently you're head sending shower water droplets over him. After an hour your horn back downstairs you haunting though Netflix when you came across THE TUDORS you're favourite thing that you loved watching at home, Henry walked back into the lounge with Kal curled up at your feet keeping them warm, he smiled at the screen then at you. " Have you watched this before Sweetling"? Henry asked you as he settled beside you with his arm round tour shoulder you passed the remote to Henry, before you confessed to him " a dozen times when I'm at home alone and I'm left to dream about you beside me"! Henry's smile grew wider " well in that case angel ..... I think that's earnt you a kiss come here"! You relaxed into him as he pulled away as it begun to start.

" Huury Henners your going to miss it"! You yelled to him. Henry knew how beautiful you were he just didn't think it was the right time to tell you considering you'd only just met just last night. Now here you were with him actually sat on his setee watching THE TUDORS with him hopefully. Eventually Henry returned with two piping hot cuppas for both if you and your favourite biscuits too on a plate .... " English dunk tea"! He winked at you, carefully handing you yours " Careful angel its hot"! Henry pre warned you. As he retook his place at your side the two of you snuggled in the setee in Kensington happily watching THE TUDORS together.

That's what I call bliss and a dream come true! Want to know more second part will be coming soon so watch out!

THE END!

[golbrocklovely]

im pretty sure we've talked about this multiple times before and no hate to the girl this is probably just me being insecure about myself but honestly im not even surprised about the girl colby is dating clearly shes had some plastic surgery done but i was really rooting for him to be dating a girl that's natural and it sucks to see all this plastic surgery on social media. it seems like the only girls guys date on here are the same body type; big boobs, big butt, small waist.. i guess i just wish there was more natural body representation if that makes sense

i've said my stance on this a number of times but i'll say it again just to make it a bit clearer.

while i understand why you might think this way, bc genuinely i've been in your shoes before, allow me to explain why i don't think like this anymore.

i wrote way too much so i'm sorry in advance lol

this is the first time, ever, that colby has admitted to dating a specific girl. we've seen some that we can guess he was with, or maybe had something going on there, but no actual full on confirmations. so there is really nothing to base malia off of.

we don't know what colby's type is. i know a lot of ppl think they have an idea but reality is we don't know bc we're not colby/we don't know him like that. he has been with a lot of different girls over the years and none of them are similar in anyway, body wise.

now, i know you're not trying to say this, but how your statement comes across is us vs them. or really "anyone that's gotten work done is lesser than those that haven't." bc if there really was no difference between someone that hasn't had work vs someone who has, you wouldn't be talking about this at all. you turn plastic surgery into a negative when in a lot of ways it can be positive.

but that's not to negate the negative effects society has place on women to look a certain way and thus the absolute rise in plastic surgery, fillers, and botox over the years. societal standards of beauty are bullshit and misogyny harms all of us.

i do have to ask, or just raise the question of… do you feel this same way about katelyn? or kat even? bc they were both skinny, pretty, dark haired girls that sam dated/is dating. and yet, you aren't asking him to date a more "natural" shaped woman. i just wanna know why colby has to be the exception. i'm also sure you know men in your own life who have types. do you call them out for only dating those types? just wondering.

i'm saying this as someone who has been in your exact shoes years ago. when i first got into the fandom, i genuinely was upset at colby for his dating habits and felt like he would never date someone that looked like me and that also led to me not ever feeling like i could be reposted by them for merch pics, bc bodies like mine just aren't as accepted.

but i need to make it abundantly clear: you have to stop relying on snc to make you love yourself. and i mean that in the nicest way possible.

snc are two random guys who most likely don't know who you are. you cannot rely on them to bring your self esteem up or to make you feel worthy of love. you have to do internal work and find a way to love yourself regardless of others, bc at the end of the day - you only have yourself.

i love snc, truly, but i don't give a rat's ass if they would find me hot. i find me hot. and that's all that matters. anyone that doesn't find me hot… that's their loss. bc i'm cute, have a big ass, and i'm funny.

10s across the board if you ask me lol

but to bring it back to snc, or colby specifically, the amount of insecurities i have towards myself were not his fault. he was not the one that made me feel like shit about myself, so i cannot take it out on him to try and fix me. he is one person with his own set of issues, who doesn't know i exist. and while it's easier to blame him and wish he was the one stand out, wattpad bf i wish he could be, reality is he too probably also likes a woman with big tits and a big ass. and there ain't nothing wrong with that, since he probably ALSO likes a girl with a personality too. bc fun fact, women with big tits and ass can also have a nice personality.

i'm not saying any of this to be mean to you genuinely. i get your thought process and feelings 100%. i just think you are placing a lot of your frustration on the wrong person. society as a whole is to blame for why you and i don't like ourselves. if anything, colby has helped me like myself more. i think we should try not to let his personal choices feel like a strike against us, if that makes any sense. he isn't dating someone like malia out of spite bc of plus size/natural body type fans. he's dating her bc he loves her, bc he found someone that makes him open up for the first time in a long time. and that should be celebrated, rather than shot down.

[autisticempathydaemon]

What is your Enneagram type?

I had an 88% match to Enneagram Type Nine!

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?

I love watching those big YouTube video essays when I have the time of course. One of my favourites has to be “The Problem With DC’s Heroes” by the Cosmonaut Variety Hour. A close second would be “This video will change how you see Even” by Invaderzz. Honestly any type of video essay that delves deep into a certain piece of media I love is always fun to watchh

What is your go-to way to fall asleep?

If I need to fall asleep, usually I’ll either listen to some type of relaxing OST or song; immerse myself into a daydream/scenario and keep the plot going in my head until I fall asleep; or listen to an ASMR sleep aid.

What is your favourite of Redacted’s audios, and why?

I don’t really have a single favourite audio from Redacted, but one of my favourites that I always find myself re-listening to is Davids “Comforted After a Hard Day at Work by Your Alpha Werewolf Boyfriend.” The video itself first of all is so soft spoken so I’ll use it occasionally as background noise or as a sleep-aid. And the most obvious answer is that the video itself is so extremely comforting to me when I need a pick-me-up. (This is getting a bit personal) But I often do feel like I am a burden at times, and so David’s reassurance to Angel at 5:35 is what I often need to hear so thats amazing to have on standby. 

I’ll give you something extra, and tell you my most listened to video as of late (if it helps). But since the video released, I think I’ve listened to Regulus’ “Possessive Yonder Demon Rewrites Your Memories” at *least* 5 times. I love Vega and Regulus’ soft-spoken voices and the way they reverberate in my head, so this video was just so good in that aspect. Also, a lil yandere never hurt no one LMAOO

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.)

Regarding holding no appeal, I think I would have to say Lasko. It’s not that I don’t get the hype like I get why people gravitate towards him, but I just personally can never see him in a romantic light. He’s more of a bestie to me (there isn’t really any characters that I don’t get the hype over; I’m personally able to see the POV as to why people like certain characters that I personally don’t).

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?

I really want to be best friends with Huxley. I wouldn’t be opposed to a romantic relationship, but I also would really love to be close friends with him. I naturally have a pretty sunshine personality, but I find myself obviously not being able to keep that up at all times and will often shut down. Huxley is the type of guy who I feel like is the best pick-me-up and his energy is just something I would love to surround myself with whenever possible. He’s also just such a cool guy and I often find myself re-watching his first video with freelancer, and his non-canon confession. His videos alone with Freelancer are the best testament as to how he would do anything for his friends, and his platonic love and care for the DAMN friend group is so admirable and loving.

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.

If I’m going to the gas station, I’ll usually either get some type of sour candy like Sour Cherry Blasters or Sour Patch Kids, or a chip I love like Nacho Doritos or All-Dressed Ruffles! My go-to drink order (not at a Gas station) is usually either an Iced Cappuccino, or some type of cold brew or iced American from Starbucks (right now I LOVE the cinnamon caramel cream cold brew). If Im getting coffee, I don’t like it to be too bitter, but I also hate when its overly sweetened (and I LOVE caffeine XD).

Tell me about your favourite playlist at the moment. 

In general, my favourite playlist on my music streaming things would be my sad vibes playlist I titled, “depressed bitch hours.” I just love the vibes of sad music what can I say

At the moment though, I’ve been constantly listening to my “fav OSTs” playlist, where I compiled my favourite orchestral tracks from media. I’ve been listening to “Violets Final Letter” by Evan Call a lot, but I also love “Pure Love” from the Seven Deadly Sins album, “Main Title: Nemo Egg” by Thomas Newman, and “Ahead of the Road” by Yutaka Yamada.

And whatever else you think tells me about who you are!

I find myself getting emotional attached to characters pretty quickly and hard. If a character is able to capture my heart, I will quickly find myself analyzing them as much as I can, figure out their motivations, and also just being extremely connected to what they do and the implications. 

I also see a trend in the characters who I latch on to and without blatantly giving you names (that may take away from the anonymity and make a bias), I really love a tsundere to put it plainly. To expand, in both Redacted and other ASMR/Audio RP character choices, I’ve gravitated towards the initially misunderstood and guarded character who I personally can see has another side to them. I love to be there as those layers are peeled back, and also there’s something so scrumptious to be able to be of aide in that peeling back. Also like, the ones I love have a sex and romantic appeal that is SO SCRUMPTIOUS.

My MBTI is INFJ

I'm a middle child, and the oldest daughter in an ethnic household so that combo makes for some interesting implications if you can imagine LOL

Oh, this is a no-brainer. A Type Nine needs a Type Six. The Peacemaker and the Loyalist are one of the best pairs in the Enneagram, and there’s no more loyal, reliable, engaged Type Six than Damien.

First off, Damien is absolutely the only child of an immigrant, single parent, POC household. Coming from me, an eldest daughter, it can be really important and just so comforting to be with someone who gets those family dynamics and the culture, the filial obligations and piety that come as along with that.

I really like the way that sort of presence would be so grounding yet… challenging in a way. Damien would absolutely support you when being sunshine-y and happy is too much, and he’d also encourage you to think about what might motivate you to be positive and sweet until you get to that point. (Nines tend to be huge people-pleasers, after all.)

(Also, both he and Huxley’d get on your case about taking breaks from all the caffeine and coffee with some water, and I think that’d be really cute.)

Song:

You’ve come to the right person; I love sad movie scores that I can repurpose for sappy shit. (Not that I have to try very hard. For context, this happens in the part of Love Actually where the pair have to leave each other every day. It is pure, stringed pining, and I adore it.) Damien seems the type to work and study to scores and orchestral music, so this would be at home in that playlist for y’all.

Runner-Ups:

So, two very close, close contenders. Obviously there’s David who you seem to really adore and also gives me “only kid in a single parent, ethnic household” vibes. He’s a nurturer, and god knows us Nines can need it. Speaking of, Sam is the pinnacle of a Type Eight, a Challenger to your Peacemaker, which is a glorious dynamic. (I’d know, I’m a Nine, and my bf of almost six years is an Eight~)

Note: thank you for the video essay rec; I haven’t watched or heard of the second one!

Want a match-up of your own? Read this post, and tell me about yourself! 💌

[gnarlymetalghost]

okay so my boyfriend broke up with me (for reasons that feel dumb to me but are very real for someone who has anxiety), i convinced him to just go on a break, blah blah blah we talked again and i think i fucked it up royally because i told him he was being immature about it. i need to apologize to him but i’m worried that the more i talk to him, the less there will be to save. i’m just gonna write it down here instead.

i’m sorry i said that you were being immature. i’m a lot like my dad and i have a lot of tendencies towards black and white thinking. it seems immature to me, but the anxiety about making the right decisions is so real.

for me, i don’t think anyone is the right choice. any number of people can be the right choice. i think that if you find someone who you want to have experiences with, that’s enough. you have to choose that person, with all of their issues and assets. and it’s stupid and terrible because there’s always gonna be a voice in the back of your head that’s saying “did i make the right choice? did sierra make the right choice?” but it doesn’t matter, it’s a good enough choice for right now.

the culture we live in and grew up in is stupid but we can’t escape it and we’re living with the programming, as hard as we’re trying to escape it. i’m not holding you to forever. i’m not holding you for eternity. i think i would if you let me, but i don’t know if i’ve seriously considered marrying you. it could be fun, but i’m not thinking about it because that’s not where we are yet. i’m enjoying life with you right now. that’s enough. if you’re scared about a future, i’m just holding you to tomorrow. and we take it day by day. the pressure you’re putting on yourself is unfair, i wish you could let yourself be casual about it.

there’s a lot of language that’s thrown around about it that weigh really heavy on people in our situation. “when you know you know” is comforting to some people but to me it feels like when someone says “you’ll know when you feel the spirit.” how? is it heightened emotions or is it god? do i love you or am i horny? and what is love? because i don’t feel butterflies for you all the time. sometimes i feel scared we’re running out of things to talk about. and then i get stressed because is that real or is it because my period is about to start? but then i’m laying in bed scrolling through tiktok and all i can think about is sending them to you and texting you about how crazy my grandma is and asking if you wanna watch saw x when i see you next. relationships ebb and flow but they take work. i want to put in the work.

i’m sorry that it feels like i’m throwing away a friendship for the both of us. i have had big feelings for you for a long time, and i understand how that’s scary for you. time and time again we’ve had this conversation about whether or not we should date, and i sacrificed myself to maintain the status quo. i didn’t want to lose you, i didn’t want you to lose me. but in doing so, you’ve never known what it’s like when i’m not around. i keep creating an environment where you don’t lose anything but i feel like the world is crumbling. i thought i was being mature because it take a big person to stay friends with someone they love, but maybe i’m just not a big person. maybe it’s not the mature thing for me to do when i let myself hurt so much so that you stay. maybe the mature thing is to finally let us both feel the loss. and if i can survive it and it’s permanent, then it is what it is. these boundaries i set were not an easy decision because there’s comfort in the pain of keeping you around on your terms, and i already fucking miss you.

i don’t give up on things. i’ve 100%ed every video game i’ve ever played, i’ve never given up on a book no matter how long it takes me, and i’ve finished every movie i’ve ever started. it’s probably an annoying trait. but by god i haven’t given up on you yet and im not going to now. i want to work through this. and every time we do this stupid dance, we always end up closer than before, despite my best efforts. i wanted to keep you at arms length but you ended up in my arms instead. i said it before but i maintain my conviction: the attraction, our friendship, and being a health partnership is a good enough reason to continue this path, regardless of if it’s right or not. i still think it’s too soon to tell, even for me, as happy as i’ve been for the last two months.

but if it’s just not going to work, i’m gonna miss you. some of my favorite things were when you put your arms around me at the Collective Soul concert. i was still nervous that you weren’t attracted to me, and it made me feel good that you wanted to be close with all of those people around. i’m gonna miss watching movies. film analysis while holding hands is my love language. i’m gonna miss my hands in the hair on the back of your neck, i’m gonna miss seeing you play the bass, i’m gonna miss being able to simply glance at you and know that you thought of the exact same joke that i did without even saying it out loud. you don’t know if you’ll be in love with me, and that’s okay. because even if you were never in love with me, i think these things were love. i don’t think love is as deep as the people around us make it out to be. i think that love is the act of choosing.

if this is permanent and we don’t stay together, the door is always open. i’ll always want you around if you want to come back. inversely, if i get over you and can broach the topic of being friends without feeling the heartache, i hope you’ll leave that door open for me.

i’m sorry again, for all of it. thank you again, for all of it.

[girlsandboysonfilm]

Byler WIP

Hi so this is my first ever work and whilst it's not ready yet I just feel like im a can of soda about to explode and I just really need to share it with the world. Please feel free to give me feedback as I haven't written since high school (4 year ago) and am feeling quite out of my element.

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Sitting in silence is rare for the party, but not for me and will.

Well, its rare nowadays, but it didn’t used to be. Before all of this, before everything. Before Demogorgon’s and the upside down, before girlfriends and high school and California. Will and I used to do nothing but enjoy each other’s company all the time. Sitting on the floor of his bedroom planning out our next campaign next across from him sketching out the dramatic events of our last play. Sure, we would occasionally share our current findings to each other, just a small nod of the head or smile in response whilst the latest Johnathan mixtape lulled in the background. And yea maybe it would have been easier if I had kept all my supplies at home instead of hauling everything to the wheelers on my bike, but I genuinely think I work better with will around. He’s calming, he calms me, I feel calm around him.

At least I did once.

We’re older now, we’re different than we once were. It used to be that I could tell if will was upset based on the way his nose scrunched, and I knew exactly what he needed as a pick me up. Whether it was a trip to the arcade or a reread of our favourite x-men issue. But now? its more like we’re standing on a frozen lake, worried that if we misstep we’ll fall through. We’re here in my basement, a place where we have spent most of our adolescence. It’s the place where we tested our super coms for the first time, it’s the place where we debated what middle school would really be like, it’s the place where we had our annual 4th of July party sleepovers. It’s a place filled with memories of laughter and happiness. And yet here we are, sitting on the couch, with what feels like the Atlantic Ocean of space between us. I keep sneaking glances over at will, hoping he doesn’t catch my stare. I begin to analyse. His fingers, clenching, curling tightly into fists resting upon his thighs just to then flex out again. His left knee, bouncing up and down with the sole of his foot practically galloping on the floor. His breaths, coming in sharp, almost painful yet being released slowly with relief. And the air down here is just overflowing with tension.

I didn’t plan for him to be here. If I had known, I would have thought of some sentence openers. But Joyce is taking hopper out to dinner on their first official date, and El went with the Sinclair’s to see max at the hospital. with Johnathan wanting to visit Nancy and will no longer allowed home alone, he had to tag along to my place.

You would think after being best friends since kindergarten, we would be able to hold a fucking conversation. But no, we sit here in silence. I feel like I’ve opened my mouth only to close it again at least five times, and we’ve only been sat here for three minutes. I’m keenly of everything surrounding me. The creaking of the floorboards upstairs under my moms’ feet as she moves about the kitchen preparing dinner, the whistle of the winds against the basement’s windows, the hum of the tv upstairs playing the news in front of my dad. I’m also aware of what isn’t happening. I’m now laughing alongside my best friend, I’m not sitting so close that I can elbow him in the ribs when he begins to yawn, I’m not leaning my head on his shoulder whilst defending myself against the accusations of falling asleep.

I’m not comfortable.

I reopen my mouth just to close it again before a visceral sigh escapes my chest. Immediately stiffening beside me, wills gaze meets mine as a twist violently towards him. We stare, bodies frozen, eyes unblinking until it becomes painful, breaths held. Neither of us wants to take the first step.

………..

“Hi”

………..

HI?!?!?!? We have been sitting here in silence and all you can come up with Michael is hi???

“Hi” Will licks his lips, as though speaking took him by surprise. I guess it did, because I’m not sure if any words were planning on coming out of either of us up until this sighing incident.

“Um, how are you?” I don’t know why I’m being so formal; I mean its will. This isn’t Hopper opening the cabin door to greet me when I arrive to pick up El, this isn’t Mrs Henderson who talks to much and has that creepy and ingenuine smile, not that Dustin knows we all think that. It’s Will, the cleric to my paladin, the Spengler to my Venkman, my best friend, my rock, my everything. He’s the person I think of when I awake, fearful that he’s once again been taken in the night. And during lunch, worried he isn’t eating enough, his appetite being supressed ever since the slug mess. And at night, laying in my bed, tossing and turning worried that the dark is scaring him.

“We don’t have to do this you know” his voice cuts through my concentration.

“Huh?” clearly, I need to pay better attention because already, I’m confused.

“The whole small talk thing, if you wanna just sit here in silence and pretend that’s fine with me”.

“Sorry, pretending about what exactly?” nothing is becoming clear. I watch as he shakes out his hands, a nervous tic he’s had since we were in elementary and would be forced into public speaking. He stands abruptly and begins to pace back and forth. He can look anywhere but into my eyes apparently.

“Look I get it. It’s weird having me here, it’s not like we’re really friends anymore.” Well now he’s pacing back and forth AND wringing his fingers, I don’t think Byers could appear more stressed.

“Will, what are you talking about?” and as I stand too, he finally meets my eye. His chest is heaving, as though he’s unable to catch a breath. He’s no longer pacing and once again we are frozen in silence. I swallow, licking my lips attempting to find my voice. My hands are clammy, and my head starts to ring.

“You…you don’t think we’re friends?” one second. Two seconds. Five seconds. We stare. We hold our breaths. It’s like walking around broken glass.

“Do you think we are?” His voice is quiet, almost a whisper. I can’t figure him out. Is he wanting me to say yes, or no? My mind is racing millions of lightyears in the span of a mere moments.

William Byers, my closest friend I’ve ever had, is standing here in front of me as we act like strangers.

“Don’t you?”

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When this fic is finished i'll repost the full story here as well as on A03 :)