#youre so sweet ily

[steph-schuyler]

@andpeggyschuyler-blog

STOPP IM IN YOUR BIO 😭😭ILYSM WHAT THATS SUCH AN HONOUR 🫶🫶🫶

[celestial-sapphicss]

my turn to tell you i think of you and hope you're well, kissies and hugs sent your way, vi 🏌️😄💕❣️💞💖💓❣️💕

petri don't kill me for replying so late BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH BESTIE SENDING THEM TO YOU RIGHT BACK 💖🥹🥰🌹💓😍💖💕💓🥹🌹🥹💓😍😘💖🥰💕

[boozy-the-ghost]

💛 If you receive this, you make somebody happy! send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better! 💛

You're so sweet thank you 😭😭💔💔

[gentlebeard]

If I could hold you for a minute, Darling, I’d go through it again

For @edsbacktattoo & @stedesearring 💕 Show: Our Flag Means Death - Season 1 & 2 Music: Francesca by Hozier YouTube

[rancidsugar]

Commission for @jedi-nurse osjdsihfhd ily 😘

[uhohdad]

cries i don't think my ask went thru i don't know how to tell when ur doing requests or whatever anyways. i love bullying soft!könig i imagine it's hard to break him down at first but he's got some weaknesses? right?. ?? i had this idea.

do you think he's into masochism. so used to pain on the battlefield and a lack of pleasure seeking back at the base its because its still work, what does he even have to do on breaks?? on leave?? is he used to the loneliness?? has he accepted it or does a piece of him still crave??? does he feel like he deserves it and it creates this twisted perversion upon himself to love how he hates the way he loves.

what if you met him at a hole-in-the-wall bar. they serve dinner and drinks and there's always someone on the stage singing a song. you go there to eat the delicious food and listen to the local artists and occasionally a drink, but you're alone most of the time.

then this mountain of a man comes in, hunched like he's trying to make himself shrink out of existence, tentatively walk up to the bar. he's obv not local. his eyes darting around nervously, orders something you can't understand, but you're feeling thirsty and the waiter hasn't come around for 30 minutes.

you saunter up to the bar and order yourself dessert and look at the stranger. he makes fleeting eye contact, maybe you smile. something draws you in. "You new to town?" you might say. he nods. you talk a little, order him a drink. maybe he's a lightweight, or you just made him feel less crazy, because now you're both back at your booth sharing the dessert you ordered, talking about how weird other people are and how it's nice to talk to someone down to earth. it's so strange and it's so nice and the night goes on, and somehow, still, you find yourself falling for This Stranger, and so at some point, one of you takes the other by the hand, you're scooting closer. some silly sense of connection makes you feel comfortable enough to let your hand sit on his thigh. he's got blue eyes. drinking you in. you start touching him under the table. rubbing his thigh thru his cargo pants, gripping your nails through and letting him lean in with bourbon-cholocate lingering in his breath and something else, something desperate. you're letting your hand slip down his pants (at some point the belt was off. and it wasn't by your doing) and palming at his swollen cock. you can feel it throb. blue eyes. you can feel his breath on your neck as he leans in, trying to hide all this under the premise of vulnerability, a hug, but you know it's more. he wants something.

you let your nails graze his balls and feel them tighten. he's hot to the touch but his fingers are cold as they hover above your hand. he guides you back up to hold his cock. keep going, he urges. he doesn't have to even say it.

you're raking your nails down his pelvis to then grasp and pull his cock. pumping it with a slick hand and thumbing the tip with your thumbnail. he's trembling. his breath pitches in your ear like a barely concealed whine. don't stop. don't stop even when it hurts. you jerk him off til he cums with a shuddering exhale and his knees hitting the underside of the table. you don't stop. you squeeze and pump him with his new slick, moving faster, there's sweat on his forehead and your shirt and he's barely keeping composure as you rake red lines down his shaft as he thrusts pathetically up into your hand, overstimulated and shaking at the realization he loves it, he loves this.

do you think he's into masochism.

you come onto my blog, sweet anon, you gift me the most delicious, scrumptious, beautiful concept and smut?? you upstage me on my own blog, sweet anon??

if i wasn’t into it before, i sure am now baby 😍😍😍

this is gold top to bottom but that second paragraph is ARTTTTTT

[faetima]

Hi!! Can I please request a hanahaki fic with blade? I'm not sure if you've written for him though!

Also, please take some breaks! You've written a lot of fics lately, you might get overworked 🤍

𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫. .

. .hanahaki just had to put you through fucking hell, didn't it?

// tws ; lil bit of cursing, blood ; gn reader ; modern au, hanahaki au

a/n: OH MY GOD ANON YOURE LITERALLY THE SWEETEST ILYSM OMOGMOGO

i will be writing a part two to this.. soon enough :3

you couldn't do anything about this stupid disease anyways, so what was the point of even trying?

you heaved up clusters and clusters and clusters of ugly bright red petals, their sickly sweet scent making its way up to your nose. you felt so fucking nauseous and dizzy. the fragrant miasma of flowers overwhelmed you. you wanted to vomit or cry or die or anything but cough up these dumb stupid flowers.

the flowers flopped onto your floor--your newly polished floor-- ungracefully, covered in slick mucus and freshly coated in splatters of blood. they smeared the previously pristine tiling with blood, the iron stench of it mixing with the flowers and filling up the entire room. you just wanted the disease to kill you already. if it was going to either way, why make you suffer?

after what felt like hours and hours and hours and hours of coughing and heaving and choking, the flowers finally stopped fucking coming. you took shaky shallow breathes, trying to ground yourself.

your palms stung, and you looked down to realize you had been digging your nails into the palms of your hand almost strong enough to draw blood.

your gaze trailed up to the stupid fucking flowers.

upon closer inspection, you realized they were spider lilies. red ones.

his favorite flowers.

too bad you hated them.

--

his eyes were the same exact color of the flowers you had just coughed up.

blade sat two seats in front of you and one to the right, and whenever you saw him you couldn't help but wonder why you had fallen for him.

he was always so indifferent and cold. sure there might've been something warmer under his icy exterior, but you weren't the type of person to go dig through someone's cold attitude just to find out what they were actually like.

but some days you wished you knew what was under that cold front of his.

--

you were getting worse.

you'd barley come out of your room to stretch your legs or go to the bathroom or even eat.

the spider lilies were killing you from the inside out. of course you had to have hanahaki for someone who probably hated you, if he even knew you existed, that is.

and, on top of that, out of all flowers, the ones you coughed up had to be toxic.

if just hacking up the flowers was bad, the nausea they caused because of being toxic was worse. you couldn't even go five minutes without feeling abdominal pain and nausea.

ugh.

--

blade swallowed hard.

why did he feel like this? why did his heart beat so fast when this random ass person passed by?

he gritted his teeth.

"kafka," he grumbled, barley glancing in her direction.

kafka glanced up from her book, setting it down elegantly and tucking a strand of mauve hair behind her ear, adjusting the tinted glasses sitting atop her head in the process.

"yes, bladie?" she grinned a little, and blade could only groan in irritation.

"who's that?" he muttered, gesturing towards the person he had been thinking about earlier.

"why?" kafka mused. "you've never been interested in learning others' names before now. what's changed?"

"nothing," he muttered gruffly, crossing his arms across his chest. his ears felt hot and his heart was beating faster and he was getting butterflies and he didn't know why.

kafka grinned, eyes glinting with amusement.

"ooh, i think someone has a crush."

"no."

"okay, let's go talk to them then bladie."

"no!"

"why not? is it cause you like them?"

"..fine. let's go talk to them."

--

your head fell forward a little. another sleepless night of coughing up flowers didn't bring you any good.

suddenly, your eyes snapped open.

was that.. blade? walking towards you? with kafka?

no, it probably wasn't. you were probably just sleep deprived and hallucinating or something.

but then you smelt the strong and unmistakable scent of anise, too real to be your imagination.

[kumatm]

Tumble should also know that I’ve got a girlfriend and I love her very much

[honeybyte]

what a cute little rabbit!!

happy birthday @scummy-writes !!!

[lovvecherrymotion]

The boys (or just Jance) go to a funfair for some time off. In between all the fast moving rides and abundant sweets for sale, there is a game stall offering Pokémon plushies in exchange for shooting hoops. Among the many, many Pikachus and slightly fewer Bulbasaurs, Squirtles and Charmanders is one single Gengar. The temptation is there, but Nace is the worst Jordan at basketball. Time for Jan to shine.

anon, i feel like you know me too well, because i love the idea of jan winning prizes for nace in any of those games!!! he would win that gengar for nace and nace would be so happy 😭 and then they'd bring it home and i feel like it'd also become igor's favorite plushie because it's soft and perfect for him to do some biscuits

(one of my personal hcs is jan winning nace all the pokémon/gengar merch in every single crane game when they finally travel to japan for their honeymoon 🥺 dkjfd sorry this is very self indulgent but your ask reminded me of it)

[psychopomping]

ok I'm catching up and i know i wondered why sklonda was upset but i get it now in scene. for her her son seems to be taking so much weight why doesn't it seem like his friends ! why is he always carrying stuff for everyone else why is he focusing on the wins of everyone not reaching for his own accolades you know??

[ellzilla]

Wip bc idk when/if I'll finish this anyway would you believe me if I said LJ's story wasn't my favourite 'classic' creepypasta and it was this guy's

[strangerstilinski]

i know there have been some dark days filled with pointless hatred and petty negativity in this fandom but i am actually so overwhelmed with how blessed i feel to be a part of this little community :')

a year ago, i was dragged into the world of stranger things strictly because the stories posted here were so stunning.. i fell in love with the characters without ever having seen the show, because the way you all see eddie and steve, all of the little nuances and headcanons that you've created? that's the stuff that sucked me in.

this is silly maybe, and i know some of you don't get along, but i love every person in this little corner of the internet so much. every single one of you is so beautiful and so talented, and i am so grateful that i stumbled upon my first eddie fic one day last summer

because i fuckin love you guys <3

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Understandably So no one mentions charles when talking about the Logan movie and again Understandably So This Aint Bout Him however i do confess that as someone who had never seen Logan until like. a month ago when i was binging all the movies and without knowing a single thing about it aside from laura i cant lie i was in fact jumpscared by him being there. especially for at least like 3/4s of the movie

[kerizaret]

i have. so much in my faves. some bc it was special to me in some way (hw art is my best example i want to scream everytime i see it /SO POS) and some bc oudgrhf i love your art…..ur expressions dude…….

YOU XANNOT JUST SAY STUFF LIKE THAT DUDE. I WILL CRY (thank you ;-;; 🥺🫶)

[ghost-proofbaby]

As someone who doesn’t celebrate Christmas I feel like Eddie would light up at getting to be the one to introduce you to all things Christmas traditions.

as someone who doesn’t really celebrate it all that much anymore either, i! fucking! agree!

it’s in the big things — getting to put up a tree with him & wayne and decorate it, nitpicking how ornaments are placed, making garland until you both swallow your pride and admit to wayne that yes the tinsel kind he bought at the store is in fact better — but it’s also in the small things. like that thought vomit i posted about getting hot cocoa and going to look at the lights.

he’d revel in showing you just how much warmth the holidays can hold, and i think he’d be a big sap over the way you make them feel like they did when he was a little younger, like they do in the movies. it’s all so cheesy and so sweet he’s got a tooth ache, doing ridiculous things like singing christmas songs obnoxiously in the shower as he washes your hair and you beg him to stop being so loud through your laughter. being adamant on putting up the decorations the moment thanksgiving is over because you won’t say it, but you like when the magic of the holiday lasts a little longer. when it all gets to linger the entirety of december. he’s putting so much effort into how he wraps your gifts that wayne is convinced the boy has to be severely ill, or that some stranger came in the night to steal him away before replacing him with a ome festive replica version.

and don’t even get me started on how eddie would be if you celebrated/grew up celebrating a different holiday than christmas.

he’d want you to show him all your traditions, would listen to carefully to each explanation and do his absolute most to respect each and every one the same way you do his christmas ones. he wants to enjoy latkes with you (and your family, if that’s in the cards), he wants to decorate a yule log with you (and be there on solstice to burn it with you). he’s just so irrevocably in love with you that he wants to learn and partake in every aspect of your life.

to be loved is to be changed. to learn their traditions and take them in as your own. and eddie munson would demonstrate that perfectly, no doubt.