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Welcome to my selfship sideblog !! My name is Lexi ♡

I use all pronouns besides they/them ♡

I am 18 , and as such , may post and reblog NS/FW content , tagged as #nsft ♡

I'm in the process of recreating/updating my f/o list ♡

I am heavily non-sharing with Michael Afton , doubles can interact but please be cognizant of that ( and ideally have a tag I can block please ) ♡

Mirror-sharing with the rest of my f/os!! Regardless of sharing status doubles are welcome to interact ♡

I do not have a DNI , but I block liberally and with great pleasure ♡

My talking tag is #lexi says stuff <33

Triggers are tagged with " _____ cw " ♡

I follow on my main, @emotreech ♡

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Current primary f/os are:

⊹ Boq Woodsman (Wicked) + 3than Sl4ter (RPF) - ⊹ till we cross the line (im using the tag interchangeably for the two of them)

⊹ Michael Afton (FNAF) - ⊹ i flew up to your arms

⊹ Urbain (PLZA) - ⊹ all i really want is you

⊹ 💮 (RPF) - ⊹ he wants to be gentle with me

Current crush f/os are:

⊹ Brawly (OrAs) - ⊹ ive got my summerboy

moodboard for boq and my s/i !!

thinking about meeting 💮 for the first time and he tries to be so nonchalant but as soon as we're alone he's a pathetic little puppy who begs for me to suck him off while he's streaming

the night vanessa told michael he wasn't her family anymore, he cried for the first time in years. he wasn't used to emotions, much less anything like sadness. sure, he was sad when his dad died, but more than anything, he was angry. this time, though, all he felt was sadness.

as he nursed the likely broken nose he now had from being punched, tears welled up in his eyes. he tried to push them away, still believing tears were a sign of weakness, even with nobody around. but he couldn't snuff the flame, the dam on his heart already broken. he sat on his dingy bathroom floor, blood dripping from his nose, and cried for what felt like hours, till his eyes were red and puffy and the ache in his nose had dulled. in the end, he felt no better than before, no more relieved of this burden. he just felt empty.

f/o who works the opposite shift as you. they might work the night, and you work the day, or vice versa. either way, on days you both work, your time together is limited.

if they work the night and you work the day, the best part of their day is climbing into bed in the early hours of the morning, the sun just beginning to rise over the horizon. they curl into your sleeping form, admiring how at peace you look when you're dreaming. they try their best not to wake you, but if you wake up, they gently coax you back to sleep with sweet whispers and warm embraces, enjoying these few hours in the morning before you have to wake.

if they work the day and you work the night, they'll set an alarm to see you when you get off work. they'll wipe the sleep from their eyes, sitting up in bed to greet you when you walk through the door. half-asleep, they'll pull you closer, whispering about how much they missed you (even if they were sleeping the entire time you were gone.) they'll stay awake till you make it into bed, only drifting off again once you're fading into sleep as well.