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need to lock in on writing requests. i fear i made a promise and did not deliver. trust my google docs will be working overtime tonight

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PXGETURNER'S THREE YEAR ANNIVERSARY CAFÉ!

Hiii loves! Today marks the day I posted my first fanfic on Tumblr, three years ago! so I wanted to do a celebration to commemorate!

disclaimer: please only send one "drink" per ask please! also, i haven’t decided this will end but it’ll at the very least last until sunday (15th)

menu:

syrups. inclusions.

boba tea🧋: ask games! (fmk, cym, would you rather, top 5s, etc)

teapot 🫖: pick a "syrup(s)" from above + an "inclusion(s)" and I'll write a blurb!

espresso ☕️: give me hot takes in a fandom and I'll tell you whether or not I disagree (play nice!)

Italian soda🥤: share your headcanons and let's talk about them!

mate🧉: share your assumptions about me!

matcha 🍵: ask for book recommendations! (don’t forget what genre you want <3)

mutuals (love you xx):

@amourrs @chaos-4baby @lesbianjackies @arlowthenacho @antonellavanella @pasukiyo @limerlove

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Ma ren 🩷

Mo lly 🩷

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Oh I just want to Eat you up!

i jumped in fright

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not sure if you’re taking any requests atm or not but i love your parents abby&reader series sm!!! ❤️❤️

also not sure if you’ve done this but could you write about abby actuslly finding out r is finally pregnant? or maybe a cute personal gender reveal yk when they have a white cake and cut into it with a wine glass to reveal the gender

she’s baaaack.. (again)

i am so happy to be freaking back guys !!!

mols is back with a vengeance ( Abby anderson Fan fiction 😆)

have this whilst i cook for u guys MWAH Lobe u so much

Your heart feels like it’s going to come out of your mouth. You can’t turn it round. With shaking hands, you place the pregnancy test on the bathroom counter, laughing to yourself in disbelief. You and Abby have been trying to get pregnant for what feels like years. All you wanted was to settle down with your wife, a few cats and a baby. You’re almost there, the collection is almost complete. You take a sharp breath in, hunched over the counter. You’ve been in this position twice before. You can do it again. Third time’s the charm, right? Your hands feel clammy, your knees are buckling and you know you need to look. Not yet. You take a deep breath, keeping your eyes closed as you try to keep calm.

“Hey, baby? Where are my- Oh,” Abby stops in her tracks, quickly forgetting what she lost as she watches you in the mirror.

“Is it-?”

“I don’t know, Abs. I haven’t looked. I can’t,” you say, breathily. You open your eyes to meet Abby’s in the mirror. She shadows you, pressing soft kisses to the back of your neck, her hands resting just below your belly button. Melting into her chest, you pick up the test, still face down.

“It’s okay. This is fine. I can do it. I’m gonna turn it round. I will. It’ll be fine. Tell me it will be fine,” You stutter, beginning to pace around the bathroom. You end up sitting on the closed toilet lid, the test in your lap. Abby walks over, crouching down to sit eye level with you. She leans forward to land a quick kiss on your lips before whispering, “it’s okay.”

You pick the test up, shoving it into Abby’s chest.

“I can’t. You look. I can’t do it.” She takes it into her hands, watching your eyes close as you wince.

Abby doesn’t make a sound.

“Oh my God,” she whispers. You feel Abby’s hand on the side of your face as she turns you to look at the test. Double lines. Two fucking lines. You’re pregnant.

“You’re fucking pregnant,” Abby gasps as she feels you fling yourself onto her. Abby places you around her hips, swinging you around as she laughs. Tears stream down your face.

“Are you laughing or crying?” Abby wipes a tear from your cheek. You shrug.

“I don’t know. Both.”

Abby walks you into your shared bedroom. You land with an umph as she places you down onto your back on the bed. She kneels in front of you, laying her head on your belly.

“I can hear her.” Abby places delicate kisses all over your torso, chest and up to your neck where your eyes meet hers once more.

“Oh, I’m sure, baby,” you laugh, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. “Her? You think it’s a girl?” Abby settles back down on your stomach, her thumb stroking your stomach gently.

“I’m sure of it.”

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hiiii my love how are you doing angel 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

hi mon chou. ​je t’aime et tu me manques. currently in desperate need of a cup of tea, a hug and a smoke. it will all work out i’m sure

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Am I the only one who thinks more people should practice the art of not saying certain things if it unnecessarily hurts the person they’re talking to

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do u have a discord server i can join??

i don’t but it’s something i’ve considered in the past and have discussed with a few mutuals

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and if i drop a 20k fic after basically being inactive for six months whose business would that be but mine

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do you know your paternal grandfather?

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Do you have a song stuck in your head right now?

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mutuals dont worry im going to eroticize horror and gore with you and keep you alive forever

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to anyone missing my writing please know i am also missing my writing

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ellie’s always on you like a tick when summertime rolls around, palms circling your wrists or the nape of your neck whenever she can get close enough or dragging an ankle into her lap whenever you’re sitting further from her. she’s a heat-seeking missile, ignoring the uncomfortable prickling of sweat at her upper lip in favour of being as close to you as she possibly can. it’s nonsensical because ellie runs hot, always has, feet kicking away the blankets in bed even during a thunderstorm, but when you bring it up she rolls her eyes and dramatically asks you if love has to make sense. your eyes mirror hers after that— but you’re biting back a smile and she knows it. she can’t help it; something in the heady scent of daisies and cut grass and sun-baked roads and your sweet perfume has her hooked. she’s an addict. it only intensifies along with the heat, her nose skimming up the side of your neck as the air turns soupy and thick, her hand creeping up under your tank top until it’s no longer socially acceptable and you make a snarky comment about cold showers. when you’re home, she takes one— but she drags you in after her, shrieking as the freezing spray hits you and forced to peel off your clothes as they start to stick to your skin. then she’s finally got what she wants; her on her knees with your hands in her hair, massaging shampoo into suds as she pours all her devotion into you through her tongue. she falls apart before you do and you put her back together, fingers grinding into her as she pants into your mouth and uses her free hand to flick the shower off. when you finally stumble into bed together, she kicks the blankets away but pulls you close. it’s nonsensical. not that you’re complaining.

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will be trying to pre-write a few things during the next couple days whilst i’m off work so that i can get back into posting regularly so if you have any requests or thirsts to send please feel free!! i miss you all dearly <3

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ellie’s always on you like a tick when summertime rolls around, palms circling your wrists or the nape of your neck whenever she can get close enough or dragging an ankle into her lap whenever you’re sitting further from her. she’s a heat-seeking missile, ignoring the uncomfortable prickling of sweat at her upper lip in favour of being as close to you as she possibly can. it’s nonsensical because ellie runs hot, always has, feet kicking away the blankets in bed even during a thunderstorm, but when you bring it up she rolls her eyes and dramatically asks you if love has to make sense. your eyes mirror hers after that— but you’re biting back a smile and she knows it. she can’t help it; something in the heady scent of daisies and cut grass and sun-baked roads and your sweet perfume has her hooked. she’s an addict. it only intensifies along with the heat, her nose skimming up the side of your neck as the air turns soupy and thick, her hand creeping up under your tank top until it’s no longer socially acceptable and you make a snarky comment about cold showers. when you’re home, she takes one— but she drags you in after her, shrieking as the freezing spray hits you and forced to peel off your clothes as they start to stick to your skin. then she’s finally got what she wants; her on her knees with your hands in her hair, massaging shampoo into suds as she pours all her devotion into you through her tongue. she falls apart before you do and you put her back together, fingers grinding into her as she pants into your mouth and uses her free hand to flick the shower off. when you finally stumble into bed together, she kicks the blankets away but pulls you close. it’s nonsensical. not that you’re complaining.