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it’s Bagel Bites’ 6th birthday today!!! 🎊🥳🎁🎈
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#beardie babe#bearded dragon#made good use of an old glove today :)#beardie#dragon in winter#dragon in snow#bearded dragon in snow#best mate#makes me laugh#makes me smile#snuggle bug#cuddle meister
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yall pedro just about made me fuckin cry 😭!!
#i have him snuggled uo with me for a little bit since its a lil colder#and this fucker just SNUGGLED ME IM CRYING#rooted his lil head on my chest and on cozy i am SOBBING#pedro#pedro the beardie#my furr babes!#jeep.jeep
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Fabulous face fuzziness 😆😆😆
#henry cavill#face fur#fuzzy face#henry's furry bits#furry boi#superman#kal el#mutton chops ahoy#sexy bear#beardy#babe beard#❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Another dichotomy Soap finds is just how jarring it is to wake up from the best sleep he's ever had in the arms of the man he's been obsessed with since they'd first collided. He doesn't slip out while Ghost is still asleep but it's an embarrassingly near thing, largely stopped by the tight grip his Lt has around his middle. He doesn't register drifting back to sleep but the next time he wakes a heavy hand is jerkily stroking through his hair in absentminded movements. It's the best thing he's ever felt. He doesn't want it to end, especially considering the talk that would follow it, awkward at best and soul crushing at worst. Soap doesn't want to lose this, not when he'd just barely got it.
He can't remember what he'd tried to say, something stupid he's certain, but before the first syllable is even out of his mouth Ghost drops the hand from his hair, he doesn't even have time to be disappointed before the same hand is cupping his jaw and the rough pad of a calloused thumb is passing gently over his lips. Soap feels more than hears the quiet, content sigh from behind him. Normally he would rail against being hushed, he's grown goddamn man for gods sakes, but all he can bring forth is an answering sigh as he feels the tension leave his shoulders. Soap doesn't remember falling asleep again but when he wakes up, the bed next to him is empty and he feels a bolt of cold dread before he hears the quiet sounds of a rain shower from the attached bathroom. At his feet on the bed are two sets of clothes. He doesn't feel much like showering, unless it would be with Ghost and that idea appeals to him all too much, so he simply forces himself up. Both of the offerings are Ghost's clothes though one could be considered slightly smaller and Johnny quickly slips them on before he has to explain himself. He sits quietly as Ghost finishes his own routine and no words pass between them as Ghost slips on his own clothes as well as what Soap has dubbed the "around base" balaclava and they leave side by side to get breakfast from the mess to eat in the rec room. And if they stand closer together than would strictly be appropriate, it's no one's business but their own.
Johnny grabs his bag of arugula from the communal fridge as Ghost gets up to follow him, snagging a couple of strawberries from Gaz's side of the fridge to loud protest. There's somewhat if an awkward pause at his door and he can see doubt start to well in Ghost's eyes. Can't fucking have that, Soap decides.
"I wasnae lying when I said it's a mess."
"S'alright" Ghost replies quietly, angling himself to leave.
"But if you want ta come in you can meet mah wee babes?" He offers. "Course got a couple snakes wouldnae want to make you uncomfortable, Wee Man is a big bastard but I promise yeh he's-"
"Ok."
Blue meets brown and there's a momentary heavy silence before Soap nods and reaches to unlock his door.
It's surreal, seeing Ghost in a space he's dedicated himself to keeping Ghost-free. At the same time it feels so right, like a missing piece he'd just realized was gone. Soap stands by the door as his Lt moves forward into the room, partly for a ready escape and partly because neither of them are small men and it would get very cramped very fast.
"What eats that?"
Soap sits there for a long moment blinking dumbly before he realizes Ghost is pointing to the arugula in his hand.
"Oh uh this is for the lizards, blue tongue up there named Yzma and the Beardie next to her, her name's Freya" shortly after receiving Yzma the skink he'd been able to hook up a home for Bart the leopard gecko and even quicker after that ended up with Freya, an 8 year old leatherback bearded dragon. "They also need some bugs, hope you don't mind roaches."
It's an awkward dance to get past Ghost to his closet and it ends with Ghost sitting cross legged on his bed for which Soap isn't complaining. It's easy, slipping into prepping the salads with easy familiarity. Ripping greens into smaller bites for the baby skink and slicing the strawberries as a treat. As he preps the salads he finds himself talking at Ghost as he usually does, unsure if the man is listening but not necessarily needing him to. He talks about his childhood and his Da's reptiles, Martha and Bowser back home, he talks about his first snake bite from a wild grass snake he'd found when he was 10. He talks about his rescues as he rummages around in the dubia roach bin for the right sized bugs, talks about why he does it and a little about each animal as he dusts the bugs with calcium powder. Soap undoes the lock on each cage, dropping them in and smiling as the lizards jump after them, before relocking the tanks and turning back to face Ghost, startling at the intensity in his eyes.
"You really love them don't you." It's more of a statement than a question but Soap answers anyway.
"Aye."
"And he's the one who bit you?" Ghost looks a little unsure nodding towards the corner of the big tank where Wee Man is barely visible curled up amidst the plants.
"Och it's a stupid story, poor lad just has shite depth perception s'all. He's the friendliest fucking snake though I'll tell you what. "
"Friendly?" Soap's heart hurts at the confusion in Ghost's voice.
"I know you haven't really had a...good experience with snakes but I promise most of them are the sweetness things."
Ghost looks deep into his eyes for a while before turning back towards Wee Man. They sit in silence for a long moment before Ghost nods minutely.
"I'll try." He turns back to Johnny. "For you I'll try." Johnny feels a weight in his throat and can only bring himself to nod.
"Thank you."
#“So it's just him?” “Ah...no theres a cobra in the bathroom.” “THERES A FUCKING WAT”#ahhhhh my heart i love these goofy goobers#look at them go watch them communicate and become their best selves for each other#Ghost is still mad at Wee Man for biting Soap#hes not going to do anythjng about it but that snake is on thin ice#meanwhile Wee Man is just 0v0#no thoughts head empty#cod mw2#ghost x soap#ghostsoap#reptile person soap#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#fish person gaz
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MUNCHKIN | HAKIM ZIYECH
Summary: in which the reader takes care of a sick hakim.
Warnings: none, just pure pure pure fluff.
" Hun, where are you?" You exclaimed, searching for your husband who was suspiciously silent. Last time you checked, before you went to take a shower he was playing FIFA in his gaming room.
" I'm here !" His voice came from the living room. He was laying on the sofa bed, a cushion covering his lower body. Your gaze switched to the bundle of fluff loafing itself on Hakim's tummy. Your ragdoll cat, Donut, clearly was enjoying the warmth around him. The scene on front of you was so adorable!
" Don't you feel cold? munchkin!" He wonders, clearly referring to your shorts.
" Not at all! Because i'm hot" you answered sassily, earning a chuckle from him. He shifted his position so now he was sitting in the corner. You were standing between his parted legs. While donut was gone for god knows where, he liked to disappear a lot.
" Yes babe, everything about you screams hot, even your cookies shorts!" He exclaimed, doodling over the cookies pattern on your shorts.
" What? I thought you liked them?"
" I never said the opposite! Even tho i like what's beneath them!"
You watched as his slim fingers lifted the hem of his hoodie that you're wearing, and in a swift motion, he shoved his head under the hoodie so his cheeks was against your bare tummy. His arms were wrapped around your hips. You couldn't help but laugh when he rubbed his beardy chin against the soft skin of your stomach but you noticed that the temperature radiating from his skin wasn't normal, he had a fever!
" Hakim! Are you good?" You asked him, removing his head from your hoodie ta take a look at his face, his eyes were sleepy and red, he winced when your chubby cold as ice fingers touched his hot cheeks, "Gosh, that's a stupid question of course you're not! Why didn't you tell me earlier?" You clearly started panicking, his state wasn't the best after all.
" Relax, munchkin, i'm fine" he comforted you, or at least tried, with a hoarse voice.
" No you're clearly not! Do you feel like your throat is sore?" He nodded frankly.
" See? I told you to dress up well but you're not listening."
" Hun, will you stop this already i'm tired you know? You can scold me later."
You felt guilt squeezing your heart as you nodded. You shoved him from the shoulders to lay down again as you covered him with the cushion.
" Don't move i'm coming" and you disappeared from the living room. Hakim switched his gaze to Donut, the cat started meowing as he made his way to Hakim's arms who started patting him. You both got this cat fr the shelter when you made a drama that the house is empty when he's in training and you're left alone. He smiled at the memory, you always choose drama, you could've just asked him and he would apply but you picked the hard way.
A while after you came back from you're mysterious errand. You were lifting a tray, it contained a mug of hot chocolate milk, a cup of lemon juice, honey and ginger powder: the magical anti-inflammatory syrup, and last but not least the aspirin.
He made a face when he saw what's in the tray but he was willing to surrender since there's no escape. He shifted into a sitting position when you placed the tray on the coffe table, and you handed him the aspirin first, he drank it in a swift motion, wincing at the bad taste. You quickly handed him the syrup next but he lifted his eyes looking a little sus.
"What's that even?"
" Poison, drink it !"
He chuckled at your response before he closed his eyes and gulped the liquid, squinting his face as the bitter yet sweet taste hit him. You clapped your hands, like a proud mom " Bravo, l'hbib dyali ntina, here's your reward" you handed him the hot chocolate milk, watching as his expressions lit up from enthusiasm, he was literally a big child and you weren't complaining!
" Where are you going?" He requested, confused, when he saw you leaving.
" I'll just put some socks on, my feet are ice cold"
You came back shortly after, wearing a set of socks , matching your shorts.
" Looking as hot as ever munchkin." He blurbed, enjoying the view in front of him, as you gave him a lil twirl.
" I know! I'm the reason to your fever" he chuckled at your response.
You made your way enthusiastically to him, hiding your self under the cushion as you wrapped your arms around his neck, hands soothing gently on his short hair as he put his head on your chest, snuggling into you.
" Why do you call me munchkin?" You asked as you felt his hands engulfing your cold clothed foot, trying to warm it.
" Isn't it obvious? Your legs are shorter that Donut's"
He shrugged as you hit his shoulder gently earning a chuckle from him. He tucked his head under your chin, his hot breath flicking on the soft skin of your neck. Weird ! Man smelled just like you! You sniffled at his hair to make sure you're not being delusional but there's no doubt . His hair smelled like your shampoo.
" Hakim? Did you and by any chance wash your hair with my shampoo?”
He peered at you, smiling widely " i may or may not."
You just squished his cheeks at the cuteness in front of you. They didn't lie when they said that tough men turn into babies when they're with the right women !
i couldn't stop my smile while while writing this.
A tiktok videos inspired me as my brain was void of ideas.
#football imagines#football fanfics#footballer x reader#footballer x you#football#football fics#morocco#hakim ziyech#hakim ziyech imagines#hakim ziyech x reader#hakim ziyech x you#hakim ziyech fluff#hakim ziyech fanfics#football fluff
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💞 Of Lizards, Love & Laundry 💞
🦎 Carlos Reyes and the Journey of Becoming a Lizard Papa 🦎
Ship: Tarlos | Fandom: 911 Lone Star
Author: noxsoulmate | Artist: paxdracona
Read on ao3 | View art on ao3
Chapters: 1-3/9 | Word Count: 4309 | Rating: Mature |
Warnings/Tags: canon compliant, Lou II is the Houdini of Lizards, how Lou II makes his Papa love him, a story told in 7+2 parts, Carlos is so done, but TK knows how to condition his man, sex and spicy food, bribery, fluff, domestic fluff, fluff and smut, fluff and humor, Carlos loves TK, so he puts up with the reptile in their loft, until he starts to love the little monster as well
Inspired by @paxdracona's amazing art
Created for the @911reversebang
Summary:
“TK, your lizard got out. Again.”
Lou II might just be the Houdini of lizards, an escape artist par excellence – but he’s also TK’s emotional support lizard, so how could Carlos not start to like the little monster? It certainly has nothing to do with TK’s ways of bribery or attempts at conditioning him, and more with the fact that Lou II is just… growing on him. Even if that means loads and loads of extra laundry.
OR: Carlos Reyes and the Journey of Becoming a Lizard Papa, told in 7+2 parts
🦎 Read on ao3 🦎
💞 and please leave lots of love on the wonderful art on ao3 💞
I cannot thank @paxdracona enough for this wonderful collaboration 🥰 It started out as a simple "okay, I think I have enough ideas to make this a short 5+1 fic" and then became so much more, thanks to cute Bearded Dragon videos, funny Insta posts, lots of talking and laughing and plotting, and just the generally amazing art Pax created for every little snippet I sent her way. Pax, this was a delight and I would collaborate with you again each and every single time 🦎 (also, we should both adopt a beardie now...)
Sneak peek and more art under the cut:
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Carlos will forever deny the high-pitched scream that leaves him the moment he opens the drawer to pull out a fresh pair of socks. What he won’t deny though, is the fact that his soul definitely left his body in that moment.
He can already hear footsteps running towards the bedroom, his fiancé’s worried, “Babe?!?” echoing around the loft – and still, he can’t stop himself from putting his emotions into one frustrated yell of, “TK!!”
“I’m here, I’m here,” TK calls back, skidding to a halt in the doorway, using the door frame to stop his sprint. “What happened? What? Are you hurt?!”
Carlos tries not to explode at him, he truly does, so he simply glares at him with all the rage he feels and points to the drawer, pressing out through clenched teeth, “Your monster got free.”
TK, in all honesty, seems to light up as he steps over to the dresser and reaches into the drawer. “Oh, hey baby, hi. There you are. Hi.”
Something about that comment strikes Carlos as odd and he sucks in a deep breath, frustration rising, when he realizes what it is. “You knew he was out?”
At least TK has the decency to look sheepish while cradling the little monster to his chest. “He might’ve gotten away while I cleaned his terrarium earlier today.”
Carlos lets that information sink in for a moment, remembering how overly excited TK greeted him about half an hour ago when Carlos got home from his shift. How he seemed slightly breathless and waved it away as just being done with some workout but still had declined to share the shower with Carlos, claiming some tidying up he wanted to do.
That lying little…
“And you didn’t tell me?” Carlos accuses to which TK almost reflexively replies, “I didn’t want you to freak out.”
“TK!”
And, yeah, that argument sounds eerily familiar.
Carlos pinches the bridge of his nose, trying not to think about the fact that he walked around the loft – mainly the bathroom and bedroom – naked while this little monster was running around. Or, worse yet, getting all his germs over Carlos’ clothes.
He points a finger at TK, giving him his strongest Officer Reyes glare. “It’s your turn to do the laundry and every single one of my socks will be in that machine, do you hear me?”
“Of course,” TK promises right away. “I’ll just… wash everything in that dresser, okay?”
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#tarlos#tarlos fanfic#911 lone star#noxy writes#7+2 fic#carlos reyes#tk strand#Lou II#lou the second#canon compliant#with amazing art#amazing art included in the fic
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Vanity Fair
Pairing: Gwendoline Christie x Celebrity!Reader
Word Count: <1k
Genre: Fluff
A/N: Just a little something to hold you fiends over until I get some Larissa fics out. Y'all get to play 'Whats in The Box' with Gwen. Have funnn!
“I’m Y/n L/n and I’m gonna put my hand in a box...”
When Vanity Fair contacted your agent about playing the box game, you immediately asked them to take the offer. You’ve been a huge fan of the show on YouTube having watched some of your favorites play the game. One favorite including your girlfriend, Gwendoline Christie.
When Gwen played, she (luckily) had her co-star John Boyega to play with her and it just so happened that Vanity Fair wanted you and only you. You didn’t really want to go through it alone so, Gwen decided to come with you if it helped your anxiety. However, before you started acting you used to work with animals so you weren’t that worried…right?
The team had you turn around so they could set up the box and whatever they were gonna put in it.
“Alright y/n, you’re all set.”
You turned around and took a deep breath before looking at the crew in front of you, “I can do this right? Right? I got this…”
You slowly inched your hand in the box before snatching it back out, shuddering at the thought of what could be in there. “I….I don’t…SHIT I think I changed my mind about this.” You looked over to your right and gave your girlfriend puppy dog eyes.
Gwen laughed and shook her head in defeat as she came to your aid, “C’mon y/n/n, just put your hand in very very slowly, you got this.” The older woman held your hand and stroked her thumb over your hand.
You whined and lightly stomped your feet before shaking yourself off. “Okay, okay, whew I- GOD why did I decide to do this?!”
You finally got your hand in (slowly) and gently laid your hand down flat on the object.
It was rough.
Kinda sharp?
DID IT JUST MOVE?!
You yelped and yeeted your hand out of the box, tried to run away but Gwen held you steady. “I got you love, you just gotta do it nice and easy. Gently! Very gently…” she said as she tried to stifle her laugh.
“IT MOVED! IT’S ALIVE ISN’T IT! It’s a living creature! That’s my guess!”
Gwen laughed and grabbed you by the waist before leading you to the front of the box.
“It’s….”
You picked it up fully, sending Gwen to back up as she was skeptical of the creature.
“It’s just a beardie! What the fuck? Hiya fella!”
You held him close to your body, supporting its tail before petting him gently, “I’m sorry I freaked out on you baby…” You showed him off to the camera before trying to show him to Gwen.
“Look at him love! Isn’t he the healthiest boy?”
Gwen watched in awe as you handled the bearded dragon but, from afar of course, “He’s definitely a big boy darling.”
You handed him off to one of the crew members before going back into place.
“Gwen, we’d love a shot of you going at it again. How about it?”
You stifled a laugh as Gwen looked wide eyed at the director, “I’ve had my turn, thank you though. I’m good!”
Rolling your eyes, you pulled Gwen to face away from the camera and it was her turn to whine in distress. The blonde immediately grabbed your hand and you gladly held it, “I’ve got you love,” you whispered before giving her a kiss on the cheek.
When everything was set up, you spun her around and held her hand on top of the box as you stood in front of it so you could guide her.
Oh.
Wait.
Why does Gwen get a stuffed animal and I get a real one?
“Okay, you’re gonna have to be gentle Gwen, like…reaally gentle.”
She took a deep breath and slowly stuck her hand in the box. “Am I touching it? Is it there?”
“Just a bit further, but make your hand flat, use the tips of your fingers.”
You felt her hand grip yours a bit tighter as she touched the stuffy. She screamed and yanked her hand out but just as she did with you, you held her firm with your conjoined hands, “You can do this babe, I got you okay? You’re okay.”
“Shitshitshitshitshit! I already did this! Why do I have to do this again?!” Gwen whined.
“Language love! C’mon we’re almost done, you’re strong. You got this!” You gently guided her hand in the box and she sporadically pet the stuffy all while you giggled.
It seemed as she came to a realization as she gave you a knowing look. Huffing, she grabbed the stuffy by the head and yanked it out of the box, “IT’S THE SAME ONE TOO!”
You died laughing as you hugged her, “You did it love! I’m so proud of you,” you playfully gushed over her. Gwen huffed and hugged you back before throwing the stuffed chewbacca off the set.
Still within Gwen’s arms, you looked to the camera and waved, “I’m Y/n L/n, it’s been fun, buutt I think I’m done.”
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A/N: aaanndddd thats it. yup. thats everything. anyways- requests are still open!
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TLK Christmas - Christmas with BoB!Coccham Four
One the first day of Christmas, Mommah gives her childlings Poly!Feels.
"Oh gods, it smells so fucking good." You groan as you wander into the kitchen. You are last out of bed, as evidenced by your four boyfriends sitting at the kitchen table.
Or rather, three. Finan is busying himself with an industrial grade mixer. And he is wearing nothing but a frilly apron.
"Now there is a good Yule gift." You smirk, going over and smacking Finan on his bare arse. The Baker groans lewdly.
"A Happy Christmas to you too." He growls, handing you a hug of hot cocoa. "Happy Yule." You get up on your tippy toes to kiss his beardy cheek. He chuckles gently.
You sit at the breakfast table.
"Happy Christmas." Osferth sends you a radiant smile. You put your hand over his. "Happy Yule, sweetling." You cooe. He leans over to kiss you gently. You smile against his lips.
Uhtred rubs his foot against your leg under the table. You break away from Osferth and grin at him. "Happy Yule." He says. "You too, my love." You purr.
Then you turn to the other man beside you. He is as starkers as Finan. Only Sihtric is not wearing an apron. "That is a Happy Yule for sure." You chuckle. "A very Happy Yule." Sihtric affirms.
He leans over to kiss you deeply. You can't help a little moan. Sihtric smirks against your lips.
"Oi, no gettin' mushy over breakfast! Sihtric, put in some boxers." Finan puts a big tray of freshly baked scones on the table. Osferth rises to help him with setting the table.
Sihtric swears softly. But he gets up and heads to his attic room all the same to retrieve himself some boxers.
"Maybe you should put on boxers too, Finan. Your apron is pointing." Osferth said casting his eyes to Finan's crotch. The tent there is rather evident.
"That still morning wood, or because Sihtric is walking around with his arse out, too?" Uhtred asks. You and Osferth laugh.
"I am making you ingrates breakfast." Finan grumbles. "Would that be with or without protein shake." A smug smirk pulls at Uhtred lips. Osferth looks a little scandalised, but you are all but under the table with laughter.
"No, I am saving that for under the mistletoe." Finan points his spatula at the other man.
"I don't think Baldr would thank you for that." Sihtric comes back into kitchen. Finan and Osferth both give him a slightly confused look. "Mistletoe is a pagan tradition, babe." Sihtric smirks, holding the most innocent of plants above Finan's head, a tricksy smirk pulling at his lips.
Finan swears and draws the Dane nearer by the front of his boxers. Uhtred wolf whistles and Osferth does his best not to stare.
#tlk#the last kingdom#uhtred x osferth x finan x sihtric x reader#christmas drabble#Band of Beddanburgh AU#uhtred#alexander dreymon#osferth#ewan mitchell#finan#mark rowley#sihtric#arnas fedaravicius
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Decorating the tree
December 10- Decorating the tree
12 fics of christmas - part 5 - Masterlist
Summary: You join Eddie and Wayne as they go get their Christmas tree.
Content warnings: Fluff, making out (tho breifly)
Word count:1550
*Fic is also posted on Ao3*
”You kids wanna come help or are you gonna sleep the day away?” Wayne asked when she stuck his head into the bedroom door, knitted hat on his head.
“we´re asleep” Eddie mumbled, burying his face into your neck to block out the light that the older man let into the room.
“Help with what?” you asked, slightly curious about what it was.
“I´m picking up the tree today, so I could use a few extra hands.” Wayne said. “Bruce is already waiting”
“We’ll be right out” you said to Wayne, who flashed you a warm smile before leaving to go scrape frost of the windows of his truck.
You nudged Eddie slightly to get him to awaken.
He never said it, but you knew he disliked missing out on doing things and creating memories with his uncle, so you simply couldn't miss this opportunity.
“We´re picking up the Christmas tree, so we need to get dressed babe” you said, and lifted his chin from where it rested on your shoulder.
“Kiss me first” he mumbled, eyes still half-closed.
“We can kiss later” you answered knowing that Wayne was waiting for the two of you.
Just as you were about to throw your legs over the edge of the bed Eddie grabbed you round the waist, rolling onto his back and suddenly you were lay face to face with your boyfriend on top of him, looking at him and his soft, sleepy expression.
“Are we really sure we want to get out of bed, gorgeous?” Eddie asked, holding you against him, his thumb softly rubbing over your lips.
“Are we really sure we want to miss out on getting the Christmas tree?” you countered with.
Eddie smiled at your comment, and winked at you before he said:
“You do have a point, but a kiss first.”
“You never give up, do you?” you said with a smirk before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to Eddie's lips.
Bruce's farm was about 20 minutes outside of Hawkins, it was in a really beautiful location actually. There was a forest behind the house, a proper woodland patch with wintergreen trees as far as the eye could see. And in front of it were fields where their cows fed in the summers, but now it was just snow for miles on end.
“So Wayne, you finally made it out here?” Bruce said with a beardy grin as the older man hopped out of the truck.
Wayne smiled back at him, and took a deep breath, breathing in the fresh air of the countryside.
“Yeah I would have been here sooner but you know if you thought it was a challenge to get the kid out of bed before, then you should imagine how downright impossible it is to get him up when there’s company in the bed.” He said and rolled his eyes affectionately.
Truth was that he loved having you sleep over, Eddie had become even more of a housecat since you came into his life and Wayne’s heart swelled at the fact that he got to see more of his nephew and the girl who he had grown to love almost as much. That was partly why he insisted on calling you both kids, since he immediately took you under his wings whether you needed it or not. The fact that you both were not kids, didn’t really matter.
“So someone actually fell for him huh?” Bruce asked with uncertainty in his voice.
He didn’t think highly of Eddie, not many people did. So the news was unbelievable to him. Wayne grumbled a little at the question. He knew that Bruce wasn't the most god-honoring bloke that existed so he thought that he wouldn’t be so quick to judge, but apparently not.
“Yeah,” Wayne said with a smile. And opened the door to the truck’s back seat and exposed you and Eddie to Bruce, mid make out session.
You and Eddie had been sat together in the backseat on the way out to the farm. His hand found yours about a second after you buckled yourselves in.
You felt yourself longing to be back in his arms.
“I miss you.” You whispered to him.
“I miss you too,”he whispered back. “We’ll be there soon baby”
The heating in the truck wasn’t what it had once been and by the time Wayne parked and got out of the car you were shivering.
“Cold sweetheart?” Eddie asked, unbuckling his seatbelt, turning towards you.
You unbuckled yours and dove into his arms.
He was about as cold as you were but still his body pressed against your made you feel warmer, or maybe it was just the fact that his hand that rubbed up and down your back, that made you relax.
You looked up at him, and he looked back at you, he was so gorgeous, the locks that fell round his face, his smile and laugh lines that became visible around it, and the eyes, those deep, brown, soft eyes that looked at you with so much love and comfort.
“I love you,” you said. Eddie always loved the spontaneous declarations of love, when it came from the heart without a prepared “plan”.
“I love you too,” he said and kissed you.
The kiss fuelled you with new energy and you wanted more, you straightened your back and leaned into the kiss.
He deepened it and you felt his tongue grace yours, his hand came to your hair, and then the car door opened to reveal Wayne and Bruce looking like they’ve just seen something that they didn’t want to see.
“Oops sorry Wayne” you said and you both scrambled to get you out of the car.
You held out your hand towards Bruce and when he took it you introduced yourself by name.
Eddie shot Bruce a quick “hello” not really bothering to put down any effort when he knew what the man thought of him.
“I’ve got three alternatives for you this year.” Bruce said as the four of you walked towards his barn.
The trees were lined up against the wall and one by one Wayne grabbed the top of it, spinning it around to look at them all properly.
One stood out, the third one was by far the best in your opinion, it had a good shape and it towered over Wayne about an inch or two.
“What do you guys think?” Wayne asked.
“The third is the prettiest” you said at the same time as Eddie blurted out, “the third one, 100 procent”
Wayne turned to Bruce and said:
“Well I think we have a winner”
With the tree loaded up on the back of the truck you pulled back into the trailer park.
“Will it fit through the door?” Wayne asked as he scratched his head, trying to calculate if it would or not.
“How about we try?” Eddie suggested,”trial and error you know?”
“I guess calculating never has been your strong suit son” Wayne laughed, ruffling Eddie’s hair.
You watch the two Munsons in awe, the pure love between the two of them was so sweet to watch.
It did fit through the door, when all three of you pushed it through the small door.
“This is going to take up all the space in here” Wayne stated as he wedged the tree into the stands.
“It’s just a couple of weeks,” Eddie replied, not even looking at Wayne, too busy watching you sort through the box of decorations with sparkles in your eyes.
“You're not the one that sleeps in here” Wayne pointed out, but Eddie only rolled his eyes in response.
“Alright let’s start decorating” you said and look up at the two men.
You and Eddie attached the multicoloured lights to the branches as Wayne dug around in the box trying to find the baubles among all the tinsel.
“This calls for some music”, you said as Eddie plugged in the lights.
“I’ll go put something on” Eddie offered and you exchanged a quick look with Wayne, you both knew Eddies choice in music sometimes wasn’t the thing to set the mood.(that’s not saying you didn’t like it though, because you did)
“How about our guest choose the music?” Wayne said, giving Eddie a meaning look.
“Sure” Eddie said, accepting the fact that he lost this battle.
You knew Wayne had a box of records in the hallway so you grabbed it on your way into Eddie’s room.
You found some sort of “Christmas hits” list in the mix and put it on.
Out of the speakers came a crackling version of Brenda Lee singing rocking around the Christmas tree.
It took about 40 minutes to get the tree fully decorated.
At the end Wayne put the star on top as you were all snuggled up upon Eddie’s lap on the couch.
“It came out absolutely stunning” you whispered to Eddie, he agreed immediately.
“We’ve never had such I pretty one before, so it must be your influence”
He kissed your cheek and you blushed slightly, nuzzling yourself deeper into Eddie’s embrace.
Wayne was in the kitchen heating up lasagna for the three of you, looking fondly at the kids he adored so much
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he’s the weirdest little dude in my home and I love him
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Went out for a wee little outside time today with Thanos:) unfortunately not that its getting a little colder I have to limit his time outside
#enjoyed some time with Thanos outside today:)#bearded dragon#adorable moment#beardie babe#beardie#random#lizard#beautiful moments#reptile
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LIZARD PIC
This is pedro :]
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Say hello to my newest brainrot: Baldur's Gate 3 and my druid Grimmia. But can you blame me? Look at that cute beardy babe! Playing a goody two-shoe hero so Astarion is constantly bitching about how boring I am, but most of the others like me.
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for the OC questionnaire: 8, 11, 14, 25, 36, B, and C
8. What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child?
This one is just silly 😂 but her parents and Aunt Jade would always have to get on her case about her nail biting. After awhile they just gave up. It came in handy while she was learning guitar because she wouldn't have nails in the way! Eventually she starts taking care of her nails and getting them done, which keeps her from biting them.
11. How do they cope with confusion? (Seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)
She has conversations with Beardie! Obviously he can't talk back but sometimes talking things out with your pet can help clear the air.
Also half the time she's just winging it. If she doesn't understand something she'll just pretend she does until she gets it. (Usually leading to hilarious yet frustrating results)
14. What animal do they fear most?
This is a tough one cause she just loves animals. Hmmmmm.... probably a GOUGAR
25. What are their thoughts on marriage?
I've been waiting for this one. Cause I love sappy shit. She grew up with parents that were like Gomez and Morticia. They loved each other deeply. Seeing that as a child made her just want the perfect marriage with the love of her life. I still haven't decided on IF Dolly and Pickles tie the knot. But I've thought about it. I feel like he'd be pretty nervous about the concept of marriage. Which Dolly could totally understand (though she wants nothing more than to be his wife)
36. Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap?
When Dolly had to leave LA to move back home to Tomahawk and they broke up, she tried dating again after awhile but found the dating pool in her hometown to be a bit "filthy". She just decided to stay single and by herself in the end because it was just easier that way. So she tends to not seek out love. She was destined to be with her Ding-Dong.
B. What inspired you to create them?
When I was 18, Dolly was just an abstract idea i had, she didn't even have a name. It's hard to believe that was like 10 years ago...
But I had such an obsession with Pickles that I had to create this dynamite babe that he'd fall for. And thus Dolly was born.
C. I answered in another one so I'll tag ya!
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#chris evans#bearded chris evans is prime chris evans#bearded men and fat bottom girls make the world go round#a beard i would sit on#lemme just give comfy right on your bearded face sir#beardy babe owns my hoe heart#chris evans hoes#ambers faves#beards#i love him your honor
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