#Chris Gander

[mangosrar]

Should’ve, would’ve, could’ve.

chris sturniolo x fem reader.

suggestive idk??? idgaf tho 😛

You and Nick had been bestfriends since pre-k. Attatched at the hip since crayons and numberjacks. 14 years later, youre both now 20 still going strong, with celebrity gossip, and a hot brother.

Obviously nick was a triplet wich meant as well as him, you had 2 more built in best friends Chris and Matt. You had always been closer to Matt than you were Chris, however, you and Chris were close in a different way. It was an unspoken relationship with him. Years of flirting, lingering stares, light touches and hugs that lasted just a little too long for best freinds, however no one dared to ever speak on it, and neither of you ever acted on it. ever.

When the triplets moved to LA you were devestated. You felt like a part of your heart was moving accross the country, however you were so proud of the boys, and cheered them on the whole way. They assured you they would visit all the time, and they would fly you out to la whenever you wanted, at the drop of A hat, which brings you to now.

Matt had picked you up from the airport earlier this morning, it was now closer to midnight and all 4 of you were in the living room watching a movie. You'd caught up with them all and got over the excitment of being reunited, but Chris hadn't really said much. The most hed said was a quick "you look good" ,but that was only for your ears, he had made sure to say it into your hair, almost silently, as he wrapped you up in his arms when you got back to the house.

Apart from that, he hadnt dared come too close in fear he might jump your bones there and then. He was losing it. He made sure to sit on the other end of the couch, putting as much distance between you as he possibly could.

Sure you understood why, buy secretly you wished you would get a moment alone with him so you could make a move. Unbeknown to you, Chris was just as desperate as you were. Something had changed between you both and it hung heavy in the air.

"Im gonna go clean up the kitchen, y/n come help me"

Bingo.

Your pov:

I smiled and quickly scurried off the couch and follewed chris into the kitchen, expecting to find him clearing up the mess we made, but i was pleasently surprised when a hand caught my wrist and pulled me to the side, causing me to yelp.

I was faced with warm blue eyes and a lazy smirk on his face. His body against mine, his hands on my waist, i could feel his breath on my face with the closeness.

All of the confidence i had earlier, talking about me making a move, was long fucking gone when he brushed my hair over my shoulder and moved his face to my neck. He left soft open mouth kisses on my collarbones and slowly moved up to my neck. My insides were screaming.

My breath caught in my throte when he moved his hands lower, hovering above my ass. "chris....matt or nick could see". My breathing quickened and my voice dared to let out a whine.

"Missed you baby". He said completely ignoring my paranoia. I couldnt help but let out an airy moan at the nickname. My hands moved up to his hair, and i tugged softly on it earning a groan from him. Gotcha.

His lips moved up to the spot below my ear that made me week in the knees. He lingered on the spot that made me shudder, biting genty, definetley leaving a mark.

I put one hand on the side of his face, pulling his head up so i could see him. god give me some self conrol. He looked so sexy. I couldnt help but let my eyes gander over his face, his cheeks were pink with need.

"Keep looking at me like that and ill show you just how much I’ve missed you". His voice was raspy and hushed. His eyes boring into mine. Fuck it.

I pulled his face down to mine and closed the space between us. His lips fit perfectly into mine. His hands moved down to the plush of my ass and gripped it, pulling me impossibly closer. I could feel everything on him. Everything.

His tongue fought with mine, running it acroos the roof of my mouth and the kiss became hot and heavy. Chris started walking me backwards, until my back hit the counter. He hoisted me up and pushed my legs apart so he could settle between them. I had one hand on his chest and the other at the nape of his neck.

His were everwhere, one hand going from the inside of my thigh, to under the back of my shirt. One loosly resting on my neck. He was addicting. I was i no rush to silece the whines coming out of my mouth, and Chris was welcoming them, swallowing them up with his lips.

He moved down to my neck again, licking a stripe up my throat. Im losing it. Im losing it. Im losing it.

His precence was suffocating me in the best way. All i could feel was his lips and hands all over me, he was in my head. My brain shouting his name like a mantra.

Chris. Chris. Chris.

Slowly he pulled away. Face still just inches in front of mine. I couldve died a happy woman right there and then. His hair was messy from my wandering hands, his breathing was heavy, his pupils were blown out, his lips were puffy and wet from my own.

"i shouldve done that years ago"

Yes Chris, yes you should have.

i need him like medically bro. MEOW.

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[dehrdevil]

I always felt I resembled him: opening & clenching my fists in the light-flooded dark. — Zeina Hashem Beck, from "Ode to Leaving," O.

I WAS -- AM -- WILL ALWAYS BE -- SO MUCH LIKE MY DAD. ㅤㅤㅤan ode to battlin' jack murdock

"Daredevil: The Man Without Fear", Daredevil: The Man Without Fear (vol. 1/1993) #1. Writer: Frank Miller. Penciler: John Romita Jr. ㅤ // ㅤ Kritika Rautela, He’s Not Alone Or Is He? ㅤ // ㅤ "The Championship Season", Daredevil: Yellow (vol. 1/2001) #1. Writer: Jeph Loeb. Penciler: Tim Sale. ㅤ // ㅤ Jennifer Chang, Dialogues (Against Literature) ㅤ // ㅤ "Vital Signs", Daredevil (vol. 1/1964) #260. Writer: Ann Nocenti. Penciler: John Romita Jr. ㅤ // ㅤ Pizarnik, excerpt of “Words of the Wind [Paroles du vent]”, trans. by Patricio Ferrari and Forrest Gander ㅤ // ㅤ "Sometimes, in my dreams... I can see.", Daredevil (vol. 3/2011) #1. Writer: Mark Waid. Penciler: Marcos Martin. ㅤ // ㅤ Daredevil (vol. 4/2014) Writer: Mark Waid. Penciler: Chris Samnee. ㅤ // ㅤ Halsey, I would leave me if I could ㅤ // ㅤ "The Hero", Daredevil (vol. 1/1964) #298. Writer: Ann Nocenti. Penciler. Kieron Dwyer. ㅤ// ㅤ Eula Bliss, The Pain Scale ㅤ // ㅤ David Keplinger and Bruce Bond, Whoever is not home grows sick ㅤ.

[jillsandwhichs]

valenfield oneshot fic , chap 11 , officially together

masterlist

pairing: Jill Valentine & Chris Redfield

summary: Chris and Jill officially move in together

status of their relationship in this one shot: engaged

wc: 2.3k

type: SFW

a/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated. Thank you

"Take this box." Chris stated, tapping the top of the cardboard box labeled 'Clothes', it was resting in the back of the truck. "You got it boss." Jill teased, grabbing it and holding it firmly to her chest and walking over to the front porch. The main door was wide open, showing off the interior of their newly bought home. The two couldn't be more happier, and couldn't feel more accomplished. It was a true success, being able to purchase your own home in this economy.

Most of the boxes had already been placed inside the home, they were set in the main, extensive hallway, which Jill loved a lot. The front door was large, two rectangular windows formed side by side of it. The staircase to upstairs was in front of the door as well, easy access, Jill loved that too. Out of all the homes they had looked at, this one stood out the most. Chris wasn't as picky, all he wanted was a roof over their heads.

As Chris ambled into the house, Jill went outside, smiling a bit, realizing what was actually happening. She shaded the sun from her eyes as she gandered upwards, viewing the trees planted in their yard. They were tall, and beautiful, both of them were nature enthusiasts, so having these lovely, green leafy trees was a bonus, rather than a burden.

The tailgate of the truck was about empty, only a couple boxes left which were labeled, 'Kitchen Appliances', 'Fish Tank Equipment', 'BookShelf set' and 'Chris's awards + ribbons', and Jill had been left brittle, and confused. Jill had packed her own personal box, it had a lot of sentimental value to her. If it had been left behind in their old apartment, the landlord warned them she'd just toss it out, no matter what it is.

Jogging back to the house, Jill needed to ask Chris if he had seen it anywhere. "Babe?" Jill spoke aloud, stepping over to where he was standing with the group of boxes all around them. "Yes?" Chris replied, taking his eyes from his phone, and to his fiancees divine face. "So like, where is my box? Y'know? It just had my name written on it in blue sharpie... Where is it? Did you move it from the truck?" "No sweetie, I didn't. Did you already take it from the truck by chance?" Chris questioned, setting his phone onto the window sill.

Without even responding to her fiancees question, she sped walked towards the truck again, double-checking if she simply overlooked it, in which she didn't, it wasn't there. "Baby, it's not here!" Jill yelled out, hoping he'd come out to her, but he didn't, most likely not even hearing her. Moving is stressful, but it shouldn't be this stressful.

Wandering inside the house for the last time, Jill looked to Chris, who was just standing up straight, gazing at her, which it was quite the romantic stare. "Enough with the looks, Chris, please help me find the box! You know damn well I need it, Gia told us if we left anything behind, she'd toss it out. I will murder her if she did, I'm not jok-" Jill was cut off when she watched as Chris pointed his finger to the small box resting in the corner, which did in fact have her name, in blue sharpie written on it.

"Oh." She whispered, moving her right hand to her forehead, massaging her temple. "Gotta look harder next time, beautiful." He teased, poking her hip, causing her body to react. "Oh stop it." She groaned out, picking the box up and really making sure it was the correct one. She wasn't joking either ; she seriously would've choked out Gia if the box had been left behind, then tossed in the garbage like it was useless.

"I thought you said you didn't touch it?" "I lied." Chris smirked. "You're an ass!" Jill spoke, her tone playful yet annoyed. "I aim to piss you off, you look good when you're mad." Chris but his lip with glee, clearly getting happy with the result of the matter. "I'm sure you do." Jill replied, slapping his chest firmly, obviously not enough to hurt him, she'd never seriously hit her own soon to be husband.

"Oh, you love it, I can tell." Chris spoke with elate in his tone, staring at Jill as she strided off to their newly remodeled kitchen. Chris went in with her, watching as she admired the room. Jill recently got better with her cooking skills, so he already knew she'd be spending a good amount of her days in here, whipping up lunches, dinners, and snacks for the two of them. Chris did also know how to cook, but Jill swears she wants to be the one to do it. Chris can cook a mean steak though, especially with well seasoned fries and sauteed green beans.

"I wish I could cook tonight." Jill spoke, running her fingers along the wooden, polished counters. "Why can't you? We can run up to the grocery store, get whatever it is you'd like." Chris responded, his voice was genuine, it always made Jill feel comfortable when he'd speak to her this way. "Yeah, well, I appreciate that a lot, so thank you sweetie, but honestly ordering something is easier. I'm just burnt out from the day, all that driving and moving heavy boxes, I'm ready to eat." Jill snorted, heading towards Chris and where he was leaned up against the kitchen wall.

Chris eyed down Jill as she headed closer to him, as she did so, he took her waist within his hands, pulling her into him, their warm bodies pressed together, it felt cozy. "Well, we can order whatever you'd like... It is common for couples to just order in food, sit on the empty floor and talk about life whilst they eat." Chris smiled, thinking about the stereotypical couples who recently moved in together. "You got that right." Jill laughed, staring up into Chris's shiny brown eyes.

"I love when you're happy." Chris whispered, planting a peck upon her soft, small forehead, then using his fingers to move strands of hair behind her ear. "You make me happy." Jill whispered back, taking both of his hands into hers. She stood on her tippy toes and kissed his lips softly, the feeling of their mouths moving together was always so perfect, both felt as though they could melt into the kiss.

Pulling away, Chris gave Jill a warm, loving smile before moving away from her, grabbing his phone off of the counter and turning back to her, speaking softly, "What would you like me to order?" "Oh, anything's fine. I've been feeling like... Chicken lately, y'know?" "Do you want chicken wings? I can order that for us." Chris questioned, begining to dial a number. "Sure! Can we get honey barbecue ones? Oh and sriracha ones too. Both are good." Jill expressed, the thought of the tastes on her tongue was amazing, she was starving after today.

"Sounds good... How about you go grab the extra boxes from the truck while I order the wings, yeah?" Chris spoke, her words stern but sweet. "Will do." Jill replied, walking out to the truck for the real final time. Pressing the green call button, Chris shifted the phone up to his ear, waiting to hear a voice on the other line. "Hello?" Chris said, his voice kind-hearted. "Hello! My name is London, what can I get for you?" The lady on the other end asked, waiting to receive Chris & Jill's orders.

"Hey. Yeah, can I please get a six piece count of honey barbecue wings and a four piece count of the sriracha wings too, along with two medium Cokes please." Chris finalized their orders, waiting for the reply of London. "Alrighty, all together that'll be 13.25$, we'll have those sent out to you shortly, we'll need your current address as well." "Sounds great, thank you miss and here..." Chris spoke out, proceeding to give her the personal information. After a bit, he thanked her once again, and ended the call.

Making his way back to the entrance, he saw Jill putting down the last box, which was labeled 'kitchen appliances'. "Good work beautiful." Chris praised his fiancé, resulting in her smiling and gripping onto his shirt. "Why thank you." She said is a playful tone, smooching his cheek quickly before convoying into their living room, which already had a couch and recliner set up. The room was lofty, very homey too. The two decorated it as much as they could before their personal items would arrive, which they officially brought home today.

"It's great to finally have our own place, it's so nice here. I especially like the yard." She spoke from the heart. "Yeah, maybe we'll get a pool sometime... Or maybe a hammock." Chris smirked, his nose scrunching. "Oh I had a hammock growing up, I forgot those even existed." Jill exclaimed, reminiscing on her childhood.

It wasn't the best but she didn't have it as bad as other children at the time did. "A pool would be nice though, we could have it near the deck." "Yeah, I can live with that... Seeing you in a bikini, all wet and pretty..." Chris teased her, treading over to her and wrapping his bulk arms around her waist, standing behind her. "You're naughty." Jill bit her lip, gazing outside through the deck window.

Chris kept his arms slithered around her hips, his thumb caressing her lower torso. "We'll make so many memories here." Chris muttered out, his head resting on top of her head, her silk-felt hair rubbing against his scruffy chin. "I know we will..." Jill mumbled back to him. "We should get a dog." Jill stated. "A dog? Ain't it kind of soon for a pet?" Chris chuckled, squeezing her hips. "Never! I want either a border collie or a husky... Even black labs are cute guys." "I like that idea... Maybe a bernese mountain dog?" Chris cackled out. "Those are good family dogs, like the main option if you have kids because they aren't aggressive." "Family dog..." Chris whispered out, clearly thinking about something.

"Do you think... Well, I don't know, nevermind babe." Jill changed the topic. "What? What sweetheart?" Chris questioned her, pulling away from her body and moving his right hand to her chin, turning her to face up at him. "Oh nothing, I forgot what I was gonna say." Jill giggled, trying to move on from it. "You sure?" "Positive." She mumbled, squeezing his hand and moving away from him, plopping down onto the black leather couch. "Ok..." Chris muttered to himself, not fully believing what she had just said to him.

Was she gonna bring up the idea of a family? The two of them, eventually having children? Chris had hoped she'd bring it up one day... Did she get too nervous? Or edgy? Did she just genuinely forget? Chris's mind was bouncing all over the place. He really wishes she just would've proceeded with what she was going to say. He loves to hear literally anything that comes out of her mouth.

Ambling to the couch, Chris sat right beside her, grunting out as he stretched his lean body. "Love you." Chris spoke out, his arm wrapped around her slender frame. "Love you to bits." Jill said delicately, leaning her head on his shoulder, feeling ultimately at peace with herself. Being right beside Chris made her feel safe. He was so protective over her, he was her perfect match, as she was also very protective over him. Jill can definitely handle herself, but she also is content knowing he has her back just as she has his. It's called teamwork.

The two spoke for a bit, all about random stuff. Once Jill and Chris get into an interesting topic, they can never shut up, especially Jill, she's a talker. Chris can't complain though because he loves listening to her. He remembers how back in their STARS days, she'd just go on and on about all these random tedious things, it was cute, it's definitely one of her traits he favors.

"Those wings should be here at anytime." Chris chortled, gandering down at her defined face, her jawline sharp and her eyes popped in color, she was magnificent. "Can't wait, wish we had the TV here though..." "Yeah, we'll just have to entertain ourselves until we buy one, bet we can get a good one at Best Buy or Walmart." "Yep." Jill heaved out, rolling her head back, her neck resting on the crevice of the warm, well made leather couch.

"Remember that one movie you showed me? I can't remember the name for the life of me but it was so good." Chris expressed, trying to pin down what the movie was. "Describe it to me handsome." "So like, it was these two kids who visited their grandparents, and turns out, their real one were dead! Horror movie, I know that." "Ohhh, The Visit? Yeah, it's a classic." Jill replied, remembering exactly what film he was referring too.

"We should re watch it here soon." Chris stated, gazing at his fiancé. "I'm cool with that." Jill gazed back at him, leaning in closer to his face. "Good." Chris whispered, slowly moving his hand to her cheek and pulling her into a kiss. Jill breathed in deeply, accepting the lovely kiss from her soon-to-be husband. "Mmm." Jill groaned into the kiss, sighing when Chris pulled away.

"You're my world." Jill muttered out. She wasn't always affectionate type, but she's tries, knowing that Chris really loves that side of her. "You're mine too baby." Chris mumbled back to her, his voice full of gentleness. "Good." Jill spoke, sitting up off of the couch and stretching. "I am starving, when do you think those wings will get here?" Jill questioned. "Soon sweetheart... Wanna go sit on the porch and wait?" He asked. "Sure, why not?" She replied, reaching her hand out for Chris to grab, the two of them making their way to their newly made front porch.

[zombiee-reviews]

Some Old News, But I Need To Talk About It.

So I was diddling around on Furaffinity because I completely forgot about the existence of that website and curiosity struck me. I figured I’d find Kique on there, since he finally pulled up his big boy britches and started posting publicly again.

I stumbled across this piece:

Am I the only one that gets physically sick looking at art pieces that Kique does with Chris / Alakai? Not sure if I have any followers that don’t know about this, but take a quick gander at how these two got together in this lovely little document:

I am absolutely baffled at the behavior from both of these people. How Kique can just draw their characters together.. And you can tell he put some “love” and “effort” into the pieces. And not even give a single, flying damn that an animal LOST their LIFE for Chris to even be over there.

Oh and let’s not forget that he wiped the bank accounts clean and left his wife unannounced so he could make it to Kique. And then Chris treating everything he did like HE was the victim.

You two should really be ashamed of yourselves. If anything, they’re absolutely PERFECT for each other. Both brainless, selfish narcs rotting away in a room together. I’m surprised Kique even trusts Chris that much around his own dogs, but what do I know? Kique probably does weirdo shit with them as well, so it doesn’t matter to him.

It’s really only a matter of time before one or the other gets tired of each other, we all know that Kique can’t take accountability and neither can Chris. Oh, how I would love to be a fly on the wall during their arguments.

[blueysobssesions]

Hi!! Can I request yandere wesker x reader and Chris tries to save them but fails? Please and thank you !!

My friends helped me with this one :') Their hella good at English!! Ty yall💗💗

"Let her go Wesker!" Chris yelled. Directing his firearm to him. The mission isn't longer his need at the present time. It's you. "Your not going to stop aren't you, Chris?" he proclaimed. Chris ground his teeth, his firearm zeroed in on wesker and his eyes glued on you. You couldn't breath appropriately because of how Wesker was grasping your neck firmly. "I found her going around... I could involve her for my further examinations or something much better?" he said grinning and Chris didn't see the value in it making him push the trigger of his firearm. The bullet flying quickly towards Wesker yet on how skillful and solid he is, he had the option evade it. "Enough of this" Wesker said, unexpectedly 'Jill' showed up all of a sudden. Chris eyes went wide for he didn't see Jill for a really really long time. "Jill...?" he gradually moved toward her. "Bring me his head...!" Jill just took a gander at Albert briefly and charged at Chris. "Let me go!" you hollered. You were attempting to escape his grasp however he then, at that point, let go of your throat. You pant, scouring your neck. You were dazed that you lacked opportunity and willpower to respond to Wesker pinning you to the closest wall "Dearheart, your not making it simple for me... Don't get too anxious over Chris, he can never again deal with you and, surprisingly, save you... In this way, let me be the one to deal with you" The last thing you heard was Chris' shouts.

... LOOK HOW DIFFERENT IT IS - I... NO WONDER WHY THEY ALWAYS GET A PERFECT SCORE AT ESSAY'S 😤😤😤 They also teached me some words that I didn't know and tips!! Tyyy

[jadezdominion]

Aaaannnddd, the brain rot continues. I have written my first Petopher, and it's smutty. It takes place within the The Story of Us universe/series. You can read it, but you're not required to in order to enjoy the deliciousness of this filthy Petopher one shot. Go give it a gander, I hope someone enjoys. *smooches*

Excerpt:

"Chris was getting lost in the timbre of Peter’s voice and the tongue that was tantalizingly dragging its way across his bloodied skin. The saliva was burning hot with each drag and then dried cool after every single lick. He felt as if his body was reaching a fever pitch. That same tongue suddenly found its way down to his nipples. It swirled around the right one with expert pressure and skill. He knew getting them pierced was one of the best decisions of his life. Well, other than giving Peter a shot at ‘wooing him’ as the Were had put it. Peter's mouth was sin incarnate, and it delighted itself in devouring his flesh."

[crescentfool]

5, 9 and 16 for that artist ask meme!

5. favorite little detail in a drawing you did

this one was kind of hard to answer because i lean so much more to simplification over 1:1 detail... that said, i really loved these ones!

the bag from the top photo is from here, minato nui on left is from some con-related draws, the ballpoint splatling on right is from a vintage draws compilation!

i just really enjoy drawing little objects and props, and as much as i'm allergic to backgrounds, i hope to overcome that next year because my friends know i love getting obsessed over random objects for a few days...

9. any new art mediums youve tried (or overall styles if you havent tried new mediums)

i haven't gotten to do much mediums outside of digital art unfortunately.... but i would say this year was the year of chibification! i turned so many characters into little guys this year (shoutout to the nui tree!). which is really ironic because i also realized this year i find full illustrations more satisfying to work on throughout the process, despite the "simplicity" of chibis.

i did some limited color styles too! (blue, purple, and red + b/w). hopefully i can do more deliberate color palette stuffs though. i think it'd be a great exercise.

stylistically wise i think i could've tried more, but. its ok! thats what 2024 is for. yipee!

16. favorite piece of art from someone else (if you have one)

it feels like a cop out answer to say this but any gift art i got of my splatoon character... LOL... i didn't expect to get so attached to him (i changed my name in game to minatoast a JOKE!!!!). um. drops this gallery link here and scuttles away. im so very grateful. you're telling me people actually took time out of their day to draw my little guy? incredible!

ocs aside, i'd like to take the time to highlight some art from people on twitter (kitaro havers rise up!), since i do consider the things i reblog to be art i'm very fond of...

this art from tin of ryomina with flowers is so. oh my god. i was SO BEWILDERED AND HAPPY!!! i was minding my own business and then saw this rt'd on one of my friend's pages... i forget who lol but i was like "WAIT TIN Kick_TheeCan DREW RYOMINA??? I LOVE THEIR ART OF THE P3 PROTAG WHAT." i feel like i got pushed down a staircase in tartarus (positive)

and this art from chris (str3wberryy), my god, the composition fucks severely. i want to eat it. he also has an alt account on twitter (@/makotoyukilover) if you want to see more of their p3 protag arts :D

i also enjoyed seeing p3 arts from yamad_125, BSZZOWL, and elulit2. im so serious if you like ryominaigis you'll probably like taking a gander at these artist's media tabs! i find my way to see the twitter arts one way or another, nothing can stop me 👁👄👁

[siremasterlawrence]

The Handler’s Red Carpet Express Part 7 & 8

Casting for a new buddy cop Apple Plus TV show called Ghost Spy’s sitting in the major casting room at television studio want I am expecting is so much better Chris Pine and Chris Messina in the waiting the room.I flip on the camera setting up the room all is perfectly set up as I call Chris into the room for the time being as he enters my cock is coming to life springing forward under the desk.

Quite a unique looking face he has I must admit to myself but still fucking handsome and he is about to me be mine I state all to myself very hyper excited at his newest role in cinema.The lights flicker on lowly as he sits down the door slamming closed he slates for the camera then we begin to read lines as the circular light system around the camera turns on burning brightly it edges deep into his mind.

Everything comes to a slow stuttering crawl as he stumbles over his words his eyes grow heavy, his mind is in a deep sea of hazy fog and I watch him falling ever deeper into my power.He has no idea what is happening nor cane he even attempt to resist if he wanted to simply because I will him to be at my mercy for life and he is fully committed to serve me for life.

Pine has no more ideas left in the pretty boi face of his except to stare mindlessly with a stupefied look on his the spit trickling down his chin soon he is all that ever existed in his mind.I am the center of his life now as he builds so many monuments of me in his head one at a time he falls for me a expression of love over comes him and he soon is everything I ever want.

Getting up I push my chair back to rise to my feet as I stood up staring him down in a hot, heavy and lustful display of pleasure launched me over the table on to his lap and we make out. His hands rove throughout my body touching every part of his body in a scandalous wave of energy overcomes us both in a shill of power his lips touch my skin all hot and bothered.

“Mr. Messina please come in.” I say exiting the room as he smirks walking in.

“Please sit.” I instruct not even looking at him.

“Please focus on the camera.” I state

“May I start?”

“Yes commence”

“Oh wait! Must the lights be so strong”

“I can’t think”

“I am confused “

“Why am I here?”

“Hahaha”

“What’s so funny?”

“You are hilarious “

“Wait what?”

“Continue to take a gander “

“You will admit it”

“You own me”

“Mmmm”

“You love the sound of my voice “

“You are rock hard”

“Mmmmnnnn”

“Fuck…you own me”

Grant Gustin is up for a second pilot go a up and coming new show I have commissioned for Amazon where he would play a hot shot attorney having a torrid affair with a young male assistant attorney. The studio is awash in a bright gold lights of the entire room showcasing everything as he walks in with such power, confident and presence to control the situation he is so instantly struck.

The moment he saw it his world spun intoa fit of crazy babble in a world wind of air to his lungs he takes a deep breath inhalinga sweet intoxicating taste like he has never smelt before. His body is hot falling backwards onto his back his mind melts away at everything he has ever felt loosing himself in a pure unsafe feeling of love and desire for me and only me.

“Grant please slate”

“I am Grant Gustin”

“Good boi”

“Please read this “

“I am here to submit and obey “

“I submit “

“I succumb to your will”

“I am at your mercy “

“Do as you wish and please “

“Ravish me in your will”

“That’s it truly feel it”

“You are intoxicated with love”

“I am obsessed “

“Intoxicated “

“Oh God! You make rock hard”

“How do you feel about me?l

“I love you “

“Absolutely correct “

“What do you expect Charlie Hunnam? Come in now.” I say swinging the door open in excitement because I know he is loves it madly in love with me soon enough he will follow me like Grant. “Please slate for me Charlie.” I command him as he sits down he stares down with a smile he sits up flipping his hair up with a cute wink and he says his name in a sexy, heavy and gruff.

“My name is Charlie Hunnam”

“Good boi”

“I ain’t a boi ”

“Yes you are”

“I don’t have to stand for this”

“Sit down”

“Baby”

“Cut it out “

“I love you “

“Get off me”

“Stare in to the light “

“Give in”

“I can’t stop “

“Why can’t I think?”

“I can’t move”

“Spread your legs”

“Take off your pants”

“Rise up “

“Remove your clothes”

Chris Wood and Jessie Metcalf waltz into the auditorium for the audition but soon the power of the lights, the heat of night and so much more consume them they are lost to my power as well.

The end

[soulessjourney]

Let The World Burn Playlist

A/N: I have compiled a playlist that matches the vibes of how this story will go. Very much the "I hate you but we have pent up sexual tension" type of playlist. Either way, enjoy!

Let The World Burn - Chris Grey  (Main Theme)

Take Me Back To Eden - Sleep Token

The Summoning - Sleep Token 

Wires - The Neighbourhood

W.D.Y.W.F.M? - The Neighbourhood 

Slow Down - Chase Atlantic 

Flawless - The Neighbourhood 

Meddle About - Chase Atlantic 

Body - Rosenfeld 

Swim - Chase Atlantic 

Into It - Chase Atlantic 

Cherry - Lana Del Rey

Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer 

Skyfall - Adele 

Dancer in the Dark - Chase Atlantic 

Hypnotic - Zella Day 

I feel like I’m Drowning - Two Feet 

Okay - Chase Atlantic 

Siren - Kailee Morgue 

Aphrodite - Ethan Gander 

Empire - Hozier

Too Sweet - Hozier 

The Death of Peace of Mind - Bad Omens 

Nameless - Stevie Howie 

Freak - Sub Urban 

Day Dreams - We Three

Salvatore - Lana Del Rey 

Indigo Night - Tamino

[jesse-cromeans-sugarbaby]

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!!

Welcome lovelies to my workshop where all your thirsty little desires SHALL be granted

Here’s the characters I write for now please take a gander. Don’t be afraid to ask for anything. Im here to write for you!

Characters I write for

Farcry

Vaas Montenegro

John Seed

Jacob Seed

Pagan Min

SLASHERS

Thomas Hewitt

Hannibal lector (NBC)

Michael Myers(RZ!)

Jason Voorhees

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Jesse Cromeans

Asa Emory

Brahms heelshire

Herbert West

Ghost face (stu matcher and billy loomis)

Harry warden

Rusty nail

Norman Nordstrom

Pelle

Outlast

Eddie gluskin

Chris walker

Richard trager

The Lost Boys

Paul

David

Dwayne

Marko

The evil within (1 and 2)

Stefano valentini

Ruvik Victoriano

Sebastian castellanos

Joseph pda

And more to come!!

[boosmidnighthour]

[WIP] Meet the Victims (Part 1) Screenplay

Here's what I have for the first episode of the rewrite. Mind you, I've been avoiding it for months, and at least half of it is just copied and edited from the actual episode. It's also not finished.

I decided to delete the scenes with the audition tapes, so if it feels more rushed than the actual episode's introduction scene, that might be why. I did this because I want the reader to get to know the characters and their goals, instead of having it spout out at you in 5 second intervals. Plus, a few of the characters didn't get an audition tape scene, so I just think it's only fair. Some of the lines are rewritten, though, so I do suggest you still read it.

I'm also fairly new to writing outside of like... regular fanfiction writing. So, yeah. Have fun!

Chris McLean: Back to the rundown cabins, hungry bears, hungrier bugs, the stinky outhouse where contestants confess their secrets, Chef’s disgusting food… What more could a teenager want? 15 years ago, this is where it all began, and I intend to bring back the good ol’ days. 

*Chris walks into the camera’s view*

Chris: Today’s 16 new contestants arrive, and battle to be the last one standing and win 1. Million. Dollars! But winning won’t be easy. This isn’t just a reboot, it’s a re-boot to the face! [Smug laugh]

*Camera pans to Chef, who looks unimpressed, shaking his head and rolling his eyes*

Chris: *Mutters* Someone doesn’t know a good joke when he hears one… *Clears his throat* Anyway… *Points to the camera with his signature smile* Crazier challenges and deadlier dares, all hosted on today’s show. I’m your host, Chris McLean, and welcome back to Total. Drama. Island!

☆☆☆

SCENE: Dock of Shame

Chris McLean: Unlike the first season of this show, this cast of… interesting characters knows what they’re getting into. This time, they’re willingly coming to this crummy camp. *Wrinkles his nose in disgust* Can you believe that?

Chris: Now, here comes the first victim- I mean… camper. First up-

*Chris points to the first to arrive and the camera sweeps in that direction, focusing on Millie*

Chris: Welcome, Millie! Just over here is fine. *Gestures to the dock*

Millie: *Steps off the boat once it has stopped at the dock*

Chris: Next up-

Chris: Axel!

Axel: *Throws gear onto dock*

Chris: Wow, you came prepared for… everything. Perfect~ *Smiles smugly* Over there please! Next up-

Chris: Priya.

Priya: Wow! I can’t believe I’m actually here! I can’t wait for my very first Total Drama challenge. I’ve always wondered what it would actually be like. I bet we’ll have to dive off the cliff like in the first Total Drama season and All Stars. It’s always some sort of physically challenging… *Gestures awkwardly* challenge the first episode-

Chris: All Total Drama challenges are physically demanding. It’s a bonus if it's mentally straining, too. *Chuckles ominously* Join your fellow campers.

Priya: *Walks over and stands by Millie*

Millie: … How long have you watched this show? You seem to know more about it than the average person, at least from my school.

Priya: Oh- uh, I’ve always watched this show. My parents love it to death.

Millie: Interesting…

Chris: Next up, all around fun dude-

Chris: Zee!

Zee: Chri-hi-hi-is, my man! Bring it in! *Walks towards Chris to give him hug*

Chris: *Stops him* Nope! Welcome to the island. *Gestures to the other campers* I hope you enjoy your stay. *Snickers to himself before collecting himself* Our next camper is-

Chris: Ripper.

Ripper: *Jumps off of his boat and onto the dock* Time for beast mode! *Rips shirt off and flexes his muscles*

Priya: *Looking disgusted* Oh- oh my…

Millie: *Looking disgusted and unimpressed* Ugh…

Axel: *One hundred mile glare*

Zee: *Takes a loud sip of his soda*

Ripper: *Makes his way over to the collected four* Take a long, dreamy gander, ladies, ‘cause once I win the million bucks, I’ll be outta your league.

Chris: I don’t see a suitcase. Was that your only shirt?

Ripper: Ah, man!

Chris: We’ll find you something. *Turns back to the camera* Next up-

Chris: Damien!

Damien: *Makes his way off the boat and onto the dock very carefully, before making his way over to Chris* Ay, wassup, man! I’m here for that million bucks. Where it at?

Chris: *Frowns* We don’t just give it to you. You- you have seen this show before, right?

Damien: Nope! How do I get the money?

Chris: *Smiles evilly* Oh-ho-ho, you are gonna be fun! Go meet your fellow campers; I’m sure they’ll happily inform you.

Chris: Speaking of fun-

Chris: Here comes Lauren!

Lauren: *Giggling evilly*

Chris: Welcome!

Lauren: You should stop looking at me.

Chris: *Covers his eyes* Well, then. Right over there, please! *Gestures vaguely where he thinks the other campers are before continuing* Let’s look at our next camper-

Chris: Bowie!

Bowie: *Cleaning his heart sunglasses as he walks down the dock with his bag* *Smiles at Chris confidently* Chris. *Continues over to the other campers*

Chris: *Rolls his eyes before continuing* Next up, Emma!

Emma: Chris, it’s so good to be here! I can’t wait to-

Chris: Oh! Here comes Chase!

Emma: *Eye twitches* What-

Chase: *Water-skiing from the boat bringing him in* WHOO-HOO-HOO-HOO! *Hops up off of the skis and onto the dock, throwing off his safety jacket*

Emma: *Fuming* What. Is he. Doing here?!

Chase: Babe?

Emma: Ugh! *Tries to attack him, but Chris catches her*

Bowie: Ooh. *Mutters to Ripper* I like this one… 

Chris: *Leading Emma away from Chase* Wow. Wow! In. Tense. *Looking at the camera smugly* You’d almost think we brought you both here on purpose! *Winks at the camera* Up next? Mary Kate.

Mary Kate: *Walks by with her bags, hands in her jacket pockets* It’s just MK.

Chris: *Shrugs* MK, just over there, please! And now *Sighs dreamily* Caleb…

Caleb: *Smirks to the camera*

Priya: Oh my…

Bowie: *Staring dreamily*

Emma: W-Woah…

Intern: *Staring at Caleb* *Accidentally crashes boat onto the beach* Wow. Sorry, I- I just… I’ve never seen anyone as handsome as you!

Caleb: No worries. Happens all the time.

Zee: Wow, it’s pretty clear who’s gonna win this thing. *Mutters to Priya* Twenty bucks on that guy.

Priya: Betting against yourself seems wrong…

Zee: Dis-oh-gree! If I win, I get the million. But if I don’t, and he does, I make twenty bucks.

Priya: *Just shakes her head in disbelief*

Chris: Our next two players came as a package deal. All the way from Northern Alberta, Wayne and Raj!

Raj: *Looks down towards the lake* Duuude; imagine winter time. This lake turning to ice…

Wayne: *Joins him on the edge of the boat* Biggest hockey rink ever, bro!

Raj and Wayne: *Laugh as they jump onto the dock*

Raj: ‘Sup, man; we’re here, eh!

Chris: *Gestures to the rest of the campers* Boys, go set your stuff down and meet your fellow campers. *Looks back to the camera* Our next camper is a bit of a big deal. Welcome… Nichelle Ladonna!

Nichelle: *Has somehow arrived unnoticed until now* Yes! *Swipes her hair back confidently* Hi; it’s me!

Bowie: *Gasps* Nichelle Ladonna?! Star of the hit TV show, Hot Team Ninja Detective Squad!

Emma: I loved her in Gorgeous People High.

Priya: *Whispering to herself* Be cool. Be cool. Be cool- *Starts waving her arms and hands around excitedly, nearly hitting Zee* O.M.G. I am literally the biggest fan ever!

Nichelle: *Checking her nails* … M-kay.

Priya: *Cringes, quietly playing with her fingers*

Chris: Now, here is our next arrival. Welcome, Julia! You can join the others-

Julia: *Wraps arm around Chris’s shoulders while holding her phone out* Sorry! Could youuuuu… *Takes selfie with him* Thanks. *Walks away texting* “Growing! #My journey begins!”

Chris: *Blocks her from joining the other campers* Um, remember the legal blah blah contract you signed? *Pulls out folder that probably holds that contract* There was that bit about no phones on the island?

Julia: *Looks around in confusion* But… how am I supposed to grow as a person if I’m not telling my followers I’m growing as a person?

Chris: That is a question for someone who cares about that question. *Chef walks up to them with a box* Give Chef your phone, please.

Julia: Fine. I’m stronger than you think!

Chris: Wonderful. *Smiles deviously* Now all your phones.

Julia: *Freezes before turning back to the box* *Drops two more phones into the box* That’s it. I swear on the planet.

Chris: *Pulls out a security metal detector* On the planet, huh? *Swipes the detector over Julia until it buzzes* Wow.

Julia: *Puts another phone into the box* Bye, babies! Don’t worry; mommy will be back for you.

Chris: Don’t fret! Your phones will be safe… at the bottom of this lake.

Chef: *Chucks the box of phones into the lake like a football, causing Julia to scream and Chase + Priya to cringe*

Chris: *Smiling* Now I think I have a pretty good idea of who will mesh well with who, so we’ll split you guys into your teams now! Chef, go grab the flags.

Chris: I think most of you know how the game works, but let’s go over the basics while we wait for Chef. Obviously, your teams will be competing against each other. Whichever team wins a challenge, you’ll all be safe. However, the losing team will attend a marshmallow ceremony at the campfire. There, you’ll vote off one of your teammates and send them home on the Drone of Despair.

Chef: *Returns with two flags, one red and the other green*

Chris: Finally!

Chef: Keep it up and you’ll be short a host.

Chris: Okay, okay. *Turns his attention back to the campers* Axel, Ripper, Priya, Millie, Chase, Lauren, Damien, Zee. You will all be known as… the Ferocious Trout!

Chef: *Gives Priya the red flag*

Priya: *Excitedly grips the flag and bounces foot to foot* Thanks, Chef!

Chris: Emma, Raj, Wayne, Caleb, MK, Bowie, Julia, Nichelle. Your team is called… the Deadly Frogs!

Chef: *Gives Emma the green flag*

Emma: Whatever, fine. At least I’m not stuck with him. *Glares at Chase*

Chase: *Doesn’t notice*

Wayne: *Laughs at the Ferocious Trout* Guess that makes that… the other team, then. *Smirks confidently* Whatcha think, Rajie?

Raj: *Snickers* I’d be more impressed with a clogged toilet.

Ripper: Oh, yeah, well… you two aren’t… you-you’re both… then- look out ‘cause-

Raj: Oh no! I think this half naked one’s broken! *Laughs*

Wayne: Oh, be nice, Rajie! Maybe it’s his first day with a new mouth hole! *Laughs with Raj*

Ripper: *Walks towards the two as he growls angrily*

Axel: *Looks unimpressed and stops Ripper* Save it for the game.

Ripper: *Points sharply at Axel* Don’t tell me what to do!

Axel: *Growls angrily at him*

Ripper: *Backs off* … I’m gonna save it for the game.

Chris: Excellent! *Sighs happily* I get such joy seeing you all accomplish nothing except hurting yourselves… for everyone’s entertainment.

Damien: *Laughs nervously* Sorry, uh… hurting ourselves? *Doesn’t notice Lauren smiling creepily behind him*

Chris: *Whispers to Chef* He’s never seen the show.

Chef: *Shakes his head with a heavy sigh* This kid’s gonna die…

Damien: WHAT-

Chris: There are two cabins just over there, which I’m sure you know of. Go hang your flags on the flag poles and settle in. We’ll meet back up at the campfire at noon for your first challenge. Were there any questions?

Ripper: *Suggestively* Are the cabins co-ed? *Laughs, before Axel drops her bag on his toes* Ow!

Axel: Can I vote now?

Millie: I assume challenges get postponed if it’s too hot-

Lauren: Can I switch to the team that has “deadly” in the name-

Zee: Ah- what if I don’t have a question?!

Damien: DIE?!-

Chris: *Blows air horn, wearing headphones* Time’s up! No more questions. *Snickers* Goodbye~

☆☆☆

SCENE: Outside Cabins

Emma: *In front of the Deadly Frogs’ cabin’s flag pole, looking at the flag in her hand* … How are we supposed to get the flag up there?

MK: *Sarcastically* All you gotta do is learn how to fly. *Walks past to get to the cabin*

Emma: *Rolls her eyes with a laugh* Gee, helpful. *Looks to Nichelle hopefully*

Nichelle: *Looks off to the side, pretending not to see her as she also makes her way to the cabin*

Emma: *Deflates* Ugh!

Chase: *Walks over* Aw, don’t worry, babe! I got it-

Emma: *Glares at him* No you don’t. We’re on different teams. Go put your flag up.

Chase: Well, I totally would, but…

Priya: *Has already parkoured up the flagpole and gotten it hung up with a victorious little cheer*

Emma: *In awe* Wow… if only we had a trained camper on our team…

Chase: *Smirks* We?

Emma: *Glares at him again* Yeah, we. As in me and my team. Not you! Go away!

Chase: Aw, c’mon, you know what you meant-

Bowie: *Has finally reached the flagpole* Oh, buzz off, Trout. Go get comfortable while you can.

Chase: *Scoffs before finally slinking away*

Emma: *Sighs in relief and looks up at Bowie with a grateful smile* Thank you.

Bowie: *Smiles* Don’t worry about it. We have other things to worry about.

Wayne: *Walks up with Raj, placing his bags down* Ah, we got it, eh?

Raj: *Takes the flag from Emma* Go high, Wayner!

Wayne: *Climbs the flagpole with ease and catches the thrown flag before hanging it up*

Bowie: Wow. I thought you guys were hockey jocks. Where’d you learn that?

Raj: *Laughs* Wayner and I used to hang the loser team’s underpants after a game. We’d gather them up before they got a chance to leave the ice, put them in a bag, and then find the highest place to put them, eh. Wayne learned how to climb so that it made it easier. You should see their faces when they find out their underpants have gone missing. They spend hours looking for them.

Wayne: If I had my phone, I’d totally show you pictures.

Bowie: *Snickers* Impressive.

Emma: You should totally teach me that. I could use it on Chase!

Bowie: What’s up with that, anyway?

Emma: Ugh- I don’t want to talk about it.

Wayne: C’mon- let’s go pick our bunks. First one there gets the top bunk! *Runs to the cabin with a laugh*

Raj: Hey! *Scoops up their bags* No fair! Stop cheating!

Bowie: *Sighs* I should go make sure they don’t die going up the stairs.

Emma: *Rolls her eyes with an amused huff* Have fun with that.

☆☆☆

SCENE: Inside Deadly Frogs’ Cabin [Boy’s Side]

Wayne: *Runs into the cabin with a victorious hoot* Ha! I win!

Raj: *Runs in after and throws their bags onto one of the beds* That’s because you cheated, cheater! *Tackles him to the floor with a laugh*

Bowie: *Walks in seeing the boys roughhousing on the wooden floor* *Rolls his eyes with a snicker* Boys… *Walks to the middle of the room with a hum*

Raj: *Pins Wayne to the floor before looking up* Oh, hey- uh…

Bowie: Bowie. Which one are you? Wayne or Raj?

Raj: Raj!

Bowie: Raj… okay. *Looks around the room again, before walking over to the bunk the other two’s bags are on* You boys mind if I take this bunk instead?

Wayne: Nah, go ahead, eh. *Takes advantage of Raj’s pause and flips them over with a triumphant laugh* I win again!

Raj: Oof- stop cheating, bro! *Struggles longer before huffing in defeat* Get off, eh! Lemme breathe!

Wayne: *Gets off of him before getting their bags off the bunk Bowie has claimed* Here, lemme get these for ya before my buddy here breaks his arm trying.

Raj: It was one time!

Bowie: *Shakes his head* You two sure are something. *Places his bag on the bunk*

☆☆☆

And that's all for now. 10 pages in, around 9 to 10 more to go. (The intro would count as a minute, and each episode is technically 20 minutes because of that, minus the credits.)

I'm liking it so far, minus the copy and pasted parts in the intro scene, but I'm so bad at introductions, so I can't really blame the writers for how awkward it feels. I'm having a hard time coming up with things for the characters to do after this stopping point (remember, this is the episode where the characters are going to interact before the challenge next episode). I feel like the scenes are a little rushed, but that's nothing a little narrative writing won't fix later on down the line.

Let me know what y'all think. Critiques and ideas are always welcome!

[underratedandoverit]

Late Breakfast

chris brookes/drew parker

~1k words

domestic fluff. asked for a prompt, babe gave me one so a breakfast scenario was created. also really wanted to explore more of the potential of their grumpy/sunshine dynamic honestly. and also they finally just needed to smooch lol

on ao3

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Slowly stirring awake from his slumber, Drew’s messy head rose up from the pillow. He lazily brushed a coil of lightened blue hair from his face, eyes blinking trying to get used to the sun peeking into the bedroom through the closed curtains. He wasn’t entirely sure what time it was, jet lag still doing its best to make him all sorts of messed up.

Rolling onto his side, his hand reached for his phone, quickly checking the time. Drew let out a deep, rather defeated sounding sigh as he registered the afternoon time on the screen. He didn’t intend to be in bed this late, but he probably should have expected it to happen. It wasn’t the first time, and it surely wouldn’t be the last either. Especially since Chris didn’t care to try to help him with the issue, in his words “it’s all fine, you sleep if you need to”.

Trying to rub the tired from his eyes, Drew slowly sat up on the bed. The extremely small bedroom was still new to him, honestly his biggest wonder being how Chris fit himself in it at all. The ceiling seemed lower to him than even he was used to, not to mention that the regular sized bed barely fit inside the small room, covering it basically from wall to wall. Then again it made for a very comfortable place for sleeping, basically making the entire room into a bed.

Scooting his way to the edge of the bed, his feet barely fitting into the space between the wall and the bed. It wasn’t a surprise to him that Chris didn’t have carpet in the bedroom all things considered, but he had to admit that it still caught him somewhat off guard to lay his feet on the bare, cold floor. Drew hissed quietly to himself as he stood up, knowing that he just had to tolerate this for a while, his suitcase being in the living room where he could get changed.

Opening the door to the other room, Drew had to shield his still tired eyes from being attacked by the sudden burst of sunlight. For a small room with a single window it surely was bright for afternoon time, almost making him regret getting out of bed. The one saving grace for him was the other man his eyes landed on, standing in the kitchenette with his back towards him, working on something that smelled incredible by the oven.

Hearing the door close, Chris shot a look towards it over his shoulder, a little smile crossing his lips as he chuckled, seeing Drew standing there, eyes barely focusing on his surroundings and completed with a messy bedhead. “Good morning, sleepy head.”

Drew replied with a lazy raise of his hand, still trying to get used to the sunlight as he blinked a few times in an attempt to clear his vision. As he was slowly starting to actually see, Chris turned back towards the stove, continuing to focus on what Drew assumed was cooking. Rubbing his eyes he walked across the room to the kitchen table, taking a seat on one of the two chairs set around it.

“You slept in late.”

Drew glanced towards Chris, blinking at him a few times, staring at the back of his neck as the tall man didn’t turn to look at him. “You could have woken me up.”

“Nah,” Chris just chuckled at him, Drew watching as he flipped a pancake on the pan he was holding in his hand. His eyes drifted back to the table, taking a gander at the remaining breakfast items sitting on it. Chris had basically loaded it with nothing but pancake toppings, leaving Drew a very limited selection of things he could munch on while waiting for Chris to be finished with the pancakes.

Grabbing a hold of the nearest plate Drew carefully pulled it closer to him, observing the various berries set on it, finally picking up a strawberry, popping it into his mouth just in time for Chris to turn around again, frowning a little at the sight.

“You know, it kinda defeats the purpose of me making pancakes if you eat all the toppings before they are even done.”

Drew just rolled his eyes, almost spitefully reaching for another strawberry and popping it into his mouth while making direct eye contact with Chris as he walked over to the table, stopping by it while holding a plate in each hand, eyes narrowing at him. Drew just glanced up at him, flashing him a red strawberry tainted smile after he finished munching the berry in his mouth.

“Eat your pancakes,” Chris mumbled, lowering one of the plates in front of Drew on the table. Drew looked down at it, yet his hand reached for another strawberry on the plate. Chris observed him carefully, waiting for Drew’s next move, hoping that he would just pop it on top of the pancake as intended. Instead he frowned as Drew just popped it into his mouth as well just like the others before it.

“Dude, really?”

“I can feed them to you too if you want some.”

Chris sighed, lowering the other plate from his hand to across the table from where Drew was sitting. His arms crossed over his chest, clearly not very amused by the tired Drew’s antics over the breakfast he so carefully prepared and crafted for him.

“Seriously --”

Before Chris could finish, Drew bounced up from his seat, grabbed another strawberry and reached it towards Chris’ face, slipping it between his lips. It stunned him for just long enough for Drew to yank him down to the level of his face by the collar of his shirt, leaning closer and pressing a kiss on Chris’ lips. Before he pulled away Drew bit off the other half of the strawberry, eating it as he pulled away from Chris before flashing him a grin.

“So, pancakes?”

Chris looked at him for a moment as Drew sat back down, still beaming at him. His features finally softened as Chris bit down the remaining half of the strawberry in his mouth before sighing a little, leaning closer to press a quick kiss into his hair.

“You fucking fool.”

[randomvarious]

Today’s mix:

Global Underground 006: Sydney by John Digweed 1998 Progressive House / Progressive Trance / Trance

So I'm back at the well of the famed Global Underground series to take a gander at DJ/producer/remixer/label owner extraordinaire John Digweed's late 90s double-disc Sydney sets. And it's still early going in my exploration of this whole series, but so far, I think that this is the most consistent release that I've come across. I wasn't really floored by either of these discs like I was with the second one in Nick Warren's Brazil set (holy fucking shit, that thing's amazing), but both CDs here are still pretty equally good, I think.

Something Digweed's especially known for is helping to kick the progressive house genre into full gear in the 90s with his residency at the UK club, Renaissance, alongside his other musical half, Sasha. So the first disc here is mostly loaded up with progressive house tracks, and its overall shape happens to be pretty nice too. You can get a sense of what Digweed's trying to do early on, which then allows you to prime yourself for the remainder of the ride.

Like, within the first five tracks here, Digweed takes you up and down a bunny hill, which leaves you knowing that you're gonna get a much more intense ride with a similar dynamic later on. And then he ends up delivering on that inkling, with this somewhat dark atmospheric cloud hanging over the whole thing throughout. And you can actually feel Digweed playing the role of proverbial ski lift too as he guides you up the mountain with a trio of tracks that successively grow in their respective click-clacking intensities, and then he lets you go at that peak, from which you then coast on down the mountain's sloping backside. I wasn't fully on board with every selection here, but this disc's journey is still very coherent and well-crafted nonetheless.

The second disc is where Digweed goes in more of a trancey direction. There's much less of a detectable narrative here, but he still picks out some pretty damn nifty progressive tunes. And Mortal's "Autobahnana" is one that especially sticks out for a couple reasons: one, look at the album art for its 12-inch. 

It's a goddamn banana laid across the two white parallel lines of Kraftwerk's Autobahn. I mean... just...what on earth? And two, these guys managed to incorporate a fucking blaring horn from a speeding truck into their song. And, contrary to what you might think, it's not actually grating at all; in fact, it actually fits right in; and it kills. Amazing!

Plus, Digweed also features a standard classic from the legendary Paul van Dyk too: "Words (For Love)," a song that fills out beneath with majestic strings, above with a simple and catchy whistle-bloopy lead melody, and between with a whole lot more. Quite literally an excellent tune from top to bottom.

Like I said though, neither of these two discs are really all that transcendently jaw-dropping, but there's still two pretty good sets here with some great songs within each, and that's something I can't really say for any of the other Global Underground releases that I've taken a dive into thus far. Some of these GU double-discers contain one incredible set and one terrible set, like the Nick Warren in Brazil one, and others aren't very good on either front, like the Dave Seaman in Buenos Aires one (sorry Dave!). But this one's just pretty steady all throughout and, therefore, I think, probably worth giving a full listen.

Listen to CD1 here. Listen to CD2 here.

Highlights:

CD1:

Liquid Language - "Blu Savannah" Jan Driver - "Filter" Shapeshifter - "Flood" Hong Kong Trash - "Down the River (McBuffalo Mix)" Abundance - "Spiritual (That Kid Chris Mix)" Albion - "Air"

CD2:

Roland Klinkenberg - "Rub-A-Dub" Mortal - "Autobahnana" Pako - "Steel Blue" Deepsky - "Stargazer" Paul van Dyk - "Words (For Love)" YLEM - "Out of It"

[jillsandwhichs]

valenfield oneshot fic , chap 10 , star gazing

masterlist

pairing: Jill Valentine & Chris Redfield

summary: Chris and Jill go star gazing together outside of his house

status of their relationship in this one shot: Dating

wc: 2.3k

type: Sfw

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Plopping back down onto the couch, Chris wrapped his burly arm around his smaller sized girlfriend, Jill, the two were embracing one another as their eyes were locked onto the little, mounted television, the movie playing was 'Nightmare on Elm Street', a classic horror film that surprisingly, the two hadn't seen yet, so they decided to binge some of the franchise together, it made for a perfect date night.

"The pizza I ordered is about thirty minutes away." Chris stated to Jill, his fingertips rubbing up and down her forearm. "How come it's so far away? Where's the nearest pizzeria?" Jill asked, her voice had a tint of curiosity fused into it. "Well, about an hour or so, but we got lucky, this is what I get for living out in the countryside." Chris laughed, kissing the top of Jill's hair, her hair smelling like coconut, which Chris was entranced by.

"I see... Makes sense." Jill responded, continuing to keep her head nuzzled on his shoulder, the movie still resuming in the background. The scene currently playing was showing Freddy, the main villain, he looked burnt, it reminded Jill of her cooking when she was younger. "Freddy looks like a lasagna I once made... No, I'm sorry, attempted to make." Jill giggled, causing Chris to snort alongside with her. "Funny girl." Chris whispered, his eyes focused on the tv.

Jill was never scared of horror movies, but the idea of some burnt, crispy old man haunting your dreams wasn't pleasant ; out of any horror villain, he's the one Jill thinks is the creepiest. As for Chris though, he isn't scared of any of these fools, especially after what he's been through. Ever since the Arklay incident and Rockfort, he hasn't feared much, he almost feels as though nothing can stop him. That could also be from Jill though, she makes him feel unstoppable.

"Isn't the thought of someone invading your dreams scary?" Jill questioned, looking up at Chris. "Little bit, yeah, but I don't have anything interesting going up in my noggin." Chris chortled, squeezing her arm with affection. "Oh, you don't dream of me?" Jill teased, slapping his thigh playfully. "Oh sweetheart, I definitely dream of you." He commented, the dirty joke plain in sight. "Oh you're bad." Jill laughed, hiding her head in his shoulder, her weeziness over coming her.

In all honesty, the two could barley keep their eyes on the movie, they just kept talking and missing important sections of it, but honestly, they didn't care, they were enjoying one on one time with each other, and that's all that matters to them. "Who do you think would win, Leather face or Freddy?" Jill questioned, beaming at her own silly question, it was an obvious answer. "Well, that's kind of tough..." "How so?" Jill asked again.

"Well, baby, Leather face is kind of dumb, which makes him vulnerable, then again he is strong, especially with that chainsaw. Freddy can haunt dreams and cause people to kill themselves, and since Leather face is already beaten up on enough by his family, it's a possibility. If we're talking hand to hand however, I believe Leather face wins." Chris explained, his points making more sense now. "Makes sense, we should watch the TCM series together, it's such a good classic." Jill stated. "Definitely." Chris muttered, his eyes gandering back up at the television in front of them.

Chris couldn't help but feel a warm pit in his stomach. He felt euphoric knowing he was alone, just with Jill. Spending time with her was his favorite thing in the entire world. "Wanna take a break from the movie, at least till the pizza arrives?" Chris questioned, standing off of the couch and stretching his jacked arms into the arm, his thin fabricated shirt lifting up, revealing his lower stomach religion. "Oh sure, and do what?" She asked aloud. "Come here hun." Chris requested, grabbing a red plaid blanket off of the couch. Jill obliged.

She was quite curious as to what Chris had in mind ; just as long as it wasn't sitting by the front porch light outside, those bugs would eat her alive, she hates the idea even. Chris, who was in front of Jill, grabbed a flashlight from the kitchen drawer, clicking it on and off a couple times to test if the battery had held up. "What do you need that for?" Jill wondered. "You'll see baby." Chris replied, pecking her cheek and opened the front door, which was right by the kitchen area.

"Come on now." Chris demanded, ambling outside with the girl right behind him as he stepped down his porch, the sound of cicadas and other little insects could be heard. Not only that, the occasional car passing by was loud, the cool night breeze made whistling noises as it flew right on past their faces, the feeling was refreshing. "Haven't done this in awhile." Chris spoke to himself, the blanket still on his left arm. "What is 'this' exactly?" Jill asked the man. "You're such an impatient girl, but I love it." Chris retorted.

There was a specific spot Chris was treading towards, so that he could lay the blanket out for the two of them to lay on. Chris used to star gaze with his younger sister, Claire Redfield, back when they were a bit younger. He always found it to be a kindred thing, it lifted his spirits. Although, the man couldn't name was constellation for you even if he tried. The most he could do was little dipper and big dipper.

Once he noticed the large, patchy grass in front of him, Chris tossed the blanket in the air, holding it by it's ends and gently laying it out, shuffling it around until it looked neat. "So are we just gonna lay here? I don't wanna get murdered, especially after just watching that movie." Jill tittered. "Oh, you'll be okay, I'm here." Chris whispered, taking her hand and sitting her down along side him, the both of them laying down side by side and staring up into the stary, ominous sky.

"Star gazing? How romantic." Jill teased him playfully, staring up at the teeny tiny stars that were miles and miles and miles away from them, it felt like she could just squeeze them till they pop if she squinted one eye. "Yeah... Thought it'd be nice, the downside is how cold it is." Chris chuckled, gazing at the sky with her, making note of the fact there were sadly no constellations, he had hoped but not everything comes true, does it?

"You're so sweet." Jill complimented him, turning her head to look at him, seeing how his face rested whilst looking up above. "I try." Chris spoke, not moving his eyes from the stars, even glancing at the bright, white moon. "You know any constellations?" Chris questioned her. "No, not really, only the basic ones... Never necessarily had the time to think about them, how they looked and where they are usually located at, y'know?" "I get that." Chris said, now peeping his eyes at her, in awe at how pretty she was.

Chris honestly felt like the luckiest man in the world. So many men had wanted Jill before, even asked her out. One time, when he and Jill, along with a couple friends were out at a bar, this dude came up and asked if she wanted to dance and get a drink, but she declined. This man was also tall, and good looking, it was surprising to Chris when she had did that, but he most definitely did not complain. He was the chosen one.

"I think you're very pretty." Chris praised Jill, not being able to resist the urge to say something about her ethereal beauty. Jill glanced over at Chris, a tint of blush forming on her cheeks. She wasn't the type to get flustered easily, but fuck she couldn't help it with Chris. "Thank you babe." Jill responded, whilst doing so, she slid her hand into his, allowing their fingers to intertwine with one another.

As the two held hands and star gazed, it felt so peaceful, as if it was just them all alone in the world. After the Arklay incident, they definitely got closer, and even more close after Chris returned from Europe. Jill knew she has loved Chris for a long time, and she's just ecstatic she finally gets to be with him. She hopes he feels the same way. When Chris had asked her out, everything she was dealing with at that very moment just suddenly faded and all that had mattered to her, was him. It's always gonna be him.

"Man, I hope that pizza comes soon, I'm starving." Chris joked, turning to officially face Jill, now laying on his side. Jill turned herself over too, looking at him with genuine love & care. "Yea, I could go for it too, but I don't know if I wanna keep watching that movie." Jill admitted. "How come? You scared?" Chris teased, squeezing her hand lovingly. "Oh quit! Definitely not, it's just not my cup of tea, that's all." Jill spoke truthfully. "I'll take your word for it." Chris responded, knowing she was being honest.

Jill placed her smooth, supple hand onto Chris's cheek, feeling the incoming scruff on it, caressing his cheek with earnest. Chris then placed his big hand upon her hip, pulling her into him more as he did so. Both leaned in at the same time, kissing each other with passion and loyalty. Jill felt as though she could simply melt into his arms, ditto for Chris.

Breathing in deeply, the man moved his hand to her upper back, ravishing in the feeling of her right in his arms, safe and sound, as she should be. Their lips continued to move softly against one another, neither even attempted to slip some tongue action in though, they were both too anxious. "I love you." Jill whispered, her forehead pressed against his, the wind was picking up now, almost as if it was matching the intense mood going on between them.

"I love you too." Chris quietly said back to her, his hand remaining on her waist. "I'm happy you were able to come over tonight... I have a question." Chris spoke, his voice timid. "Me too baby... Ask away." She muttered out, her doe-like eyes gazing at him with honest love. "Would you like to spend the night...? Here? I just think it's getting kind of late to drive yourself home, y'know..." He asked her, seeming nervous about the question and it's entirety.

"Oh, well, I don't see why not... Sure." She answered. Deep down, Jill felt utter glory with the fact he asked her that. She had wanted to ask before, many times when she'd come over, but she always felt as if it's be to early, or that he'd decline her offer. Jill felt full, full of love and contentness.

"What do ya say, we head back inside? Pizza should be here eventually anyways, and I don't know about you but I'm cold." Chris cackled, sitting up on the blanket and holding out his hand, it was stiff due to the temperature but the gesture was thoughtful. "Ha, yeah, I'm okay with going back inside." Jill responded, snickering along with him. The girl took the man's calloused hand and held it as they walked back into his home.

Chris had rough, calloused hands but to Jill, it was attractive. It showed how much of a hard working man he was ; ambitious was a trait she always seeked when getting with somebody. As the couple strided up the steps, Jill stopped and studied Chris for a moment before speaking, "Do you think you'll work in this field for the rest of your life? Or at least till you decide to retire?" She asked aloud, it was a random question, but also had so much tenderness to it. It was a deep thought Chris hadn't put a lot of time into thinking about.

"To be completely honest with you hun, I haven't thought about my future that much, especially the work side of things. To be more forward, most likely, yeah... I wanna serve this world justice, y'know?" Chris said, his words brave and full of passion, he was such a good person. "I agree... I wanna help out the world, especially since it's going to complete shit. Raccoon City was a disaster... Then Arklay..." Jill sighed out, clearly upset whilst thinking about both tragic events.

Watching as Jill put her head down, Chris placed his hand onto her shoulder, stroking it with carefulness. "Don't think about it too much sweetheart, it's the past now, I know it'll stick with you forever, but letting go is a solution." He said kindly, moving both of his hands to her cheeks, tilting her head up to look directly into his eyes. Jill encased her arms around his waist as she hugged him warmly.

The man expired to himself, his hands hugging her head, caressing her soft, brown hair as he did so. All Chris wanted was to take care of Jill, and to love her. Seeing her dwell on such horrific events killed him on the inside, honestly seeing her down in anyway hurt him, because in his eyes, she deserves nothing but eternal joy. Kissing the top of her head, he pulled away and said something that stuck with her, "You'll always be my safe space, I hope I'm yours too." Chris muttered out, his words were obviously so meaningful.

"You are, Chris." She mumbled, hugging him even tighter now. "Good." He whispered.

The two pulled away after about a minute, Chris broke the peaceful silence. "Let's get you inside, and under a blanket, we can watch something else too." Chris added, opening the front door and leading her inside. "Sounds like a plan." Jill laughed, following him and heaving as he closed the door with a final light push.

[phoenixenero]

Unfinished fan-art for some fantasy novels I've read from 2018-2021

I had a gander through my file archives and found some decent unpublished WIPs and stuff that I have no real inclination of finishing, but they honestly look kinda neat imo.

(I''m working on new stuff by the way. Also, some of these series weren't really as good as I remembered.)

February 2018: Drumindor, the abandoned dwarf fortress, Riyria Revelations by Michael J. Sullivan.

May 2019: Kingkiller Chronicles by Patrick Rothfuss. Yawning Kvothe; Adem're; Auri; Vashtet and Penthe; That scene where Kvothe and Auri are discovered by the barefoot guy.

An attempt at Leo Bonhart (with likeness based on Lars Mikkelsen) from the Witcher novels by Andrzej Sapkowski. I think I made this before season one the Netflix series aired.

I'm pretty sure this character was from the Powder Mage trilogy by Brian McCellan, but I do not recall their name.

May 2019: Book cover-ish vibe, Mask of the Template by Cebelius.

July 2019: Good Intentions series by Elliott Kay. Trio is Rachel, Lorelei, and Alex (angel, demon, the dude). Second one is Alex facing off against an elder vampire from Rome in his bath robe. Also a very, uh, explicit series.

October 2019: Chris Gordon, Demon Accords. Didn't recall making something looking this menacing lol.

More Demon Accords stuff. I was previously quite obsessed with this series as it was urban fantasy, but I did realize later on that it was basically an Underworld AU w/ Twilight levels of romance and a concerning amount of U.S. right-wing politics subtly strewn about, none of which I particularly care for.

Anyway, that's all for now.

[mooifyourecows]

Gonna watch The Gray Man now because I need to see something good for a change and Ryan Gosling and Chris Evans starring together? Lemme get a gander on that generic handsome white guy duo 👀