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#i wanna go to the tx gay rodeo so bad now#i’m obsessed#obsessed w this picture#theyre so cute#gay cowboy#queer couple#gay men#gay mlm#mlm#queer cowboys#their shirts and tats and hats like#gay redneck#i love it sm
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wanna see a magic trick? 🪄🎩
#YEAYYYY i like drawing this guy#now that i think abt it i cant remember the last time i saw a furry with tattoos.... ive decided not to think too hard about how it would#work but i think i like the idea of him getting playing card tats on his ears would be cool ^_^#apparently anthro species on furth include birds and mammals and i think fish amphibians and reptiles are non anthro#so instead of whipping out doves he would make white butterflies appear out of his hat :o)#its sort of meant to tie in with the ruffles on his shirt resembling a butterfly!!! i thought id make it close to a swallowtail so#that way its easy to see at a glance. i think that would look really cool irl#he looks a lot like joker p5 now that i look at it... it wasnt intentional but the red eyes and black messy hair is obvious huh#oh but the way his hair curls in the front isnt strictly in one direction just so that its easy to draw lol. its meant to curl around his#hat brim a little bc i thought it would look cool#my art#myart#my oc#oc#sleight#laika's comet#laika's comet oc#fan character#furry#furry art#fur
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unbelievably specific modern things the crows would love. too bad they live in a late-1800s fantasy world
Kaz: screenshotting nfts, those web weaving posts about dog metaphors, leaving people on read, stealing from the self checkout in supermarkets, emo phases, wearing headphones but not actually listening to anything so they're just there just as a conversation deterrent, winding up scam callers, escape rooms, pretending to know nothing about pop culture in order to annoy people, playing solitaire online, Knowing A Guy for everything
Inej: social media sleuthing, posting goodreads quotes, strictly come dancing, snoopy, easily accessible climbing shoes, mr darcy, shouting at the screen when someone's judged incorrectly on a competition show, getting unbelievably competitive about wii sports/duolingo scoreboards/goodreads goals/animal crossing islands/air hockey, texting..... With loads of elipses... Like your parents.... and dropping unprompted wisdom in them.....
Jesper: neon clothes, the 💯 emoji, making everyone as miis on tomodachi life but being so bad at it that kaz and nina's miis end up getting married, lisa frank art, scamming people on depop, cheap jewellery that makes you go green, complaining about how cottagecore videos don't correctly represent the Rural Farm Life, shitty 2000s club bangers, the kitsch movement, giving your car a name, hoiking your novelty socks really high so everyone can see them, shitty christmas films, first person shooters
Wylan: speedpaint videos, joe hisaishi, being judgemental about other people's spotify wrappeds, djungelskog, that gif of the japanese mascot costume running through a bunch of explosions, watching weird low-budget adaptations of shakespeare plays with kaz, those arcade crane games, piercing your own ears with a needle and a lighter then being somehow surprised when it gets infected
Matthias: making an instagram account in-character for your dog, posting low-quality graphics of inspirational or biblical quotes on facebook (yk the ones w the landscape or sunset behind them), taking frowning selfies from below like your granddad does, viking media of any sort, buying dozens of identical t-shirts from big tesco, mixing up celebrities all the time, perpetually caving and giving the scouts/guides/youth groups/football clubs/carollers/etc money for their fundraisers
Nina: making bait posts online in the style of 'why can't we just print more money', period dramas, wearing huge mother of the bride style hats to weddings, saving recipes/crafts/art ideas on tiktok and then never actually doing them, pink gin, tiktok edits of fit celebs/characters, 3 hour video essays abt pop culture, saying 'break up with him' in response to every relationship woe, buying cheerful tat from flying tiger
#the reason I say mr darcy is bc he's a big bitch who does grand gestures at the eleventh hour and Works To Deserve Her. familiar no?#six of crows#crooked kingdom#soc#grishaverse#my post#long post
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Facetime with your boyfriend - Trafalgar law
- Fluff
- pt 2?
- Not proof read
You waited all day for this, your heart thumped in excitement as you heard the FaceTime connecting sound. From the looks of it, your boyfriend had already showered and settled down into the house prior to answering the call. His 9-5 shift wasn’t so bad but he usually ends up working overtime. You took the time to notice the way his features look in purple lighting. He had this LEDs set to purple. From this angle, law looks very scrumptious right now. You could see him slumped back in his gaming chair, hips thrusted outwards and his controller in his lap. The slight tent in his pants didn’t go unnoticed. As if his face wasn’t perfect enough in this dim, yet bright lighting, the TV screen emitted just enough amount of light on his face. “Pretty girl, you listening?” He said, snapping you out of your daydream. You didnt even realize he was talking. “Yea law sorry, how was work?” You ask, revealing your self in the camera finally. Law was still focused on the game, but he looked at the camera and had to do a couple of double takes. He chucked and didn’t say a word. Instead, he leaned his upper half over his legs and rested his elbows on his thighs. He was flicking the controller keys and joystick, you could hear it. He was really focused on the game. You were focused on his fingers, his tatted hands working the controller skillfully. You called out to him because you want his attention, but you also like him like this it’s so sexy. “One second pretty mama.”
Law continued to play, his eyes fixated on the screen, hands skillfully navigating the controller. You couldn't help but just stare and smile at his concentration. “Fuck.” He muttered under his breath, you brought your attention down to his sweatpants, where his hands met the controller. Your eyes traced the tattoos all the way up his arm, thats when you noticed his tight T-Shirt. You could see his muscles bulging through the ribbed fabric. He finally put down the controller and stretched.
"Sorry, babe. Work was exhausting as always, but now it's all about us," Law said, his voice husky. The purple lighting accentuated his features, casting shadows that heightened the allure. His eyes lingered on you, a hunger evident.
You bit your lip, feeling the intensity of the moment. "I've been waiting for you all day," you confessed, an ongoing silence present after his hum of agreement, “i missed you.” your voice carrying a subtle hint of desperation. Law's gaze lingered on your lips, and you sensed the magnetic pull between you two. That was one of law’s favorite things about you, your soft and plump lips.
“How was your day, baby?” He said. And just like that, all it took was his voice for make you melt. You rambled on about your day and how you did some laundry and straighten up before getting some work done. Law likes to hear about your day, he knows how stressful college can be. But after you finished ranting, he praised you for being strong and all the above.
He finally placed the controller down on his lap and leaned closer to the camera. "Tell me, pretty girl, what's on your mind?" he almost whispered, his voice sending shivers down your spine. The anticipation built, and the connection between you two transcended the virtual space. He ran a hand through his hair making sure it looks okay since he had his hat on all day. “Just missin’ you thats all” you repeated. He began his focused antics on the game again, and you steady admiring his muscles and the tattoos peaking from his shirt. “Miss you too mama, you eat today?” U say taking your focus from your macbook, to the phone leaning on your nightstand with law on it. When you didn’t answer him he looked at the guilt in your face then scoffed. After a few minutes of silence and controller sounds, he spoke. “Finally.” Regarding his victory. You smile then continue your work on the laptop. And for some reason, you cant get that image of law out of your head, it’s distracting honestly and it’s stressing you out. Its been a busy few weeks since you’ve seen your boyfriend. Thats why you miss him so much.
You were taken out of your thoughts when you heard rustling on law’s end and you realized the camera is no longer set up, but in his hand. “Laww where are you goingg???” You whined. You hated when law moved the camera from his face, even if you weren’t paying attention. You heard keys jingling and you had a good idea where he might be headed. He looked at the phone, then back at whatever he was doing before smirking. “Im bringing my princess some food,” He said walking out of the door. “Cant do that?” He teased confidently. Your heart warmed and you felt so happy inside. Law loves that he can bring out the child in you, he looks at your baby pictures which are framed in his office; this as a reminder of who he’s talking to. “I want-“ you began excitedly, however law cut you off. “I already know what you want, (your go to/ fav fast food order)” he said. You were so happy and hungry that you could do kartwheels. Law is the best boyfriend ever, he’s also your best-friend.
A few mins pass ~
“You coming to see me traf?” You say typing away on the computer. You heard the car door shut and he fixed the phone into the phone mount. “Yea of course, we miss each other after all. and i been meaning to give u something for passin’ the exams.” He said leaving his driveway. From the angle, you noticed a tall pink bag in the backseat of his car. And you began to wonder, what did you do to deserve this man?
#one piece#black reader#one piece x reader#trafalgar law#egghead#trafalgar headcannons#trafalgar d law x reader#trafalgardwaterlaw#trafalgar smut#trafalgar one piece#trafalgar op#law fluff#fluff#one piece smut#op law#one piece au#one piece fluff#warlord#trafalgar d water law#traffy#one peice#fanfic#facetime#l#one piece x you#one piece x black!reader#one piece trafalgar law#law imagine#one piece imagine#op imagines
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YouTuber!Ghost participating in YouTuber collabs omfg..
There was a million requests for collabs in his comments—many others in videos—since there was no email address linked to the YouTube account. It was mainly fitness influencers that have asked for Ghost to appear in their videos and vice versa. It was kind of funny actually, just seeing comments in an email format under his videos asking for collabs, with thousands of likes from their and his fans.
Ghost was hesitant at first. He didn't know these people; they were complete strangers that just wanna monetise his appearance in their channels. Price and a couple of higher ups that monitored the channel were indifferent about it, they would allow collabs if Ghost wanted to—of course with very strict rules.
There was an influencer that had wanted to make the usual 'I tried military training' with Ghost. Another wanted a fitness competition, something having to do with an obstacle course. Others wanted to make a video to review and go through Ghost's workout routine and diet to find out how he stays so big.
Ghost was coaxed to agree to the invitations by 141. I don't exactly know how, but to make this scenario work let's say they—Price—bribed him with a really nice room at the barracks with a private shower room and offered to do most of his paperwork, or they were just really good at talking him into it.
Sooo... Ghost agreed to do the workout review one with a YouTuber (imagine it was someone like Kim Jong Kook where he'd basically review Ghost's workouts and help him with form and even improve the routine). Ghost was invited to their gym. It's funny to imagine how sketchy the other YouTuber would think of his arrival; Ghost would come with like two other big military people that would make the YouTuber sign papers—it was basically a paper that makes them send the video over to the military incase there was anything that needed to be cut out.
Their eyes widen, gasping, "Wow. You are so much bigger in real life... uhm, sir...?"
"Ghost." He grunts from the black surgical mask plastered on his face. His furrowed eyebrows giving himself a stern countenance. Very intimidating but he reaches his hand out for a handshake.
"You'll need to talk to my people first before we start." Ghost points behind him; two more big hunks of muscle.
"Christ." They whisper.
Ghost in these collabs would wear an all black attire. Hoodie, with a fitted shirt under, and sweats. Sometimes he'd deck out a beanie or baseball hat. However, he wouldn't wear his skull balaclava—or any balaclava for that matter—he'd just wear a surgical mask with some shades. Yes, the fans would go absolutely ballistic for this, making edits and thirst posts of that tiny scar that would pop out of his mask/shades for like five seconds in a video.
I didn't get to mention this but yes they'd also go insane for his full sleeve of tats. Yes, velocity edits on his arms flexing when doing anything. Yes, thirst posts of when they see his eyes crinkle from making a facial expression that they couldn't make of in his videos. Yes, making sound bites of the "I like my women how I like my coffee" joke—anything that he said that they thought was sexy. And yes, Brittany TikTokers making videos about him.
Anyways, back to the collab.
Ghost would definitely let some curse words slip, some bleeped out and some are kept in. He'll be talking about stories from his earlier days in the military, grumbling about how fucking bleeping punishing it was. Also, his voice would still be obscured post editing.
After they'd made their greetings outside, walking into the underground gym, they ask, "Was it hard in the military, Ghost?"
"'Course it fucking [bleep] was. That's a stupid question." Ghost curtly replies, slouching his shoulders to fit in the stair case as he muttered something about it being too small.
"I don't even know how I survived some of the training—there were too many arseholes for sergeants when I was still new. The real missions were even worse." He goes on further, "Can't tell you shit about all of it on video though. Maybe I'll tell you about them later."
When both of them finally start the workouts and reps, the questions about Ghost's routine and diet finally come.
"How did you get so big? Natty too."
"I participated in mandatory training everyday, also went to the gym often. I also ate a lot of protein bars at base, albeit tasting horrible."
Ghost would also be asked to show off his muscle. I think this part would be what he anticipated the most, to flaunt his herculean body, the amount of discipline that it took to look and be this strong. He'd take off the hoodie and roll up the already short sleeves of the shirt underneath, tensing his muscles.
"Good god, dude, you can see his lats and everything under his shirt." They comment, pointing their finger as Ghost rowed one of the machines. "Do you mind if I touch you?" They request, Ghost lets out a grunt of approval as they moved their hands to his back muscles, squeezing the tautness, exclaiming that "He's tough as a brick!"
They'd also ask him for workout/gym advice for the people at home watching, but I don't think he'd have the most useful tips for us. He'd talk about the usual gym tips, but he can't really go into more detail and elaborate since he's a soldier, and none of his actual good tips would be helpful for (most of) the people watching him.
"Also, if you guys are wondering, he sounds exactly like you think he would." They wink to the camera.
"S'that supposed to mean?"
Ghost would further talk about his routine, how many sets he does and how many reps there are.; what his favourite workout was; when his favourite time to workout was; if he liked working out with other people.
I workout everyday. I don't have designated days for the different parts of my body; I do workouts that I think I haven't done in a while. I like to do calisthenics, but I also lift weights and use machines. I prefer working out early in the morning, after waking up and before eating breakfast. I also prefer to workout alone but I sometimes can't help some of... my acquaintances from joining me. Er, if I had to choose, I'd pick brutal bench as my favourite workout. It took quite a while for me to learn and properly do.
Then he'd demonstrate what a brutal bench was and his shirt would 'accidentally' ride up his torso showing off his abs. Though they weren't defined, you could still tell that he trained them and that they're strong. He'd mention that he did (still does probably) a whole lot of them in his earlier days in the military, then shows off his calloused palms to the camera.
Lastly, lower body workouts. I can just imagine how mouthwatering Ghost would look in a hip abduction/adduction machine: His hands gripping the seat while he looked up, his thighs pushing in on the steel leather padded squares, each set to 80 kilos (~176lbs), holding in his groans.
really abrupt and weird ending to this one i know but what can i do.
Next video he'd appear on would be him demonstrating and putting an influencer through the training of the special forces. I think some of 141 might appear if they were coincidentally at base for the recording.
#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#cod mw x reader#cod mw2#ghost x reader#cod simon riley#ghost call of duty#cod x reader#ghost cod#ghost riley x reader
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ONOT THE NEXT ONE “BETTER THAN WE FOUND” IT LAST PART I’M NOT READY BUT I SO AM
Ngl tho better than we found it is kinda a nice last title it has an air of lightness to it
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it better hecking be reflected in this episode if it ends on a cliffhanger or angsty note i’ma lose it
okay here we go
(s4 special pt 4 spoilers ahead)
STARTING IT UP HECK BREAKS I’M JUST SITTING HERE
OOP
MK COMPASSION COMING THORUGH AGAIN
WELP THAT’S EVERYTING
SHIFU JUST WATCHING IT
OH ITS THE LITTLE GIRL
HI LITTLE GIRL
OH CHANG’E HI LOVE
HAHA PENG TRYING TO DIP
MEI
MEI’S NOT GONNA LET THEM
SHE WANTED TO FIGHT
AHA
AHAHAHAHAHA
TURNING WORDS BACK ON THEM NICE ONE THAT’S FUNNY
HAHA
MEI AND MACAQUE TEAMING UP IS SO GOOD
HELPGN;LDKMDS
JUST CHOMPS HIM UP
YELLOW TUSSKK COME ON BUDDY
SANDY
ABSOLUTE BELOVED
THAT’S NOT REALLY HOW WE ROLL HERE
AWWWW
YESSSSSS
LETSGOOOOOO
THEY FUN
I LOVE THEM
B TEAM MOVE OUT
MK JUST
QUIET
I LOVE HIM
HE’S SO GOOD
HE’S SO KIND
AFTR BEATING THE GRAP OU TO FHIM BUT Y’KNOW
OOP
THEM LOOKING AT WUKONG AS HE GOES PAST HECK
JUST STOP
HECK DUDE
I PUT YOU IN THE UNDERWORLD MYSELF?
HE WAS DEAD?
OH SHOOT
OHHHH
YEAH SOME OTHER THING HAPPENIGN
CACKLES
OKAY
YEAH RIP DUDE JSUT RELAX
IS HE GONNA DIE MAKING IT BETTER?
PROBABLY HUH
YEAH I GET THE FEELING WHOEVRE THIS IS IS AFTER YOU MK
OH YEAH THERE HE GOES
WUKONG STOPPING HIM
HECK DUDE
WHY DO YOU LOOK SURPRISED SHIFU
OH WOW HE’S
HECKING DISINGTERGRATING
YEAH OKAY BYE BUD
I’M
I DON’T REALLY FEEL SUPER BAD FOR YOU BUT
OH HECK UH
WHATS THAT WHO’S TAKING IT
IS THAT THE JADE EMPERORSPOWER YEAH
UH
SO WHO’S GONNA HANG ON TO THAT
OH NEZHA TRYING TO GOT THIS
I DONT’ THINK YOU WILL BUD
UH WHAT ARE THOSE CHAINS
HECK DUDE
oh nice hair tang very fluffy we love that
OOP
TANG U GOT THIS
YES FRIEND GROUP POWER OF FRIENDSHIP MOMETN SURE YES
AND YELLOW TUUUUSK ILY
YEAHYEAH WE KNEW MAC WOULD HELP
ARE THEY GONNA LOCK THE JADE EMPERORS PWOER AWAY?
OH WOW NEZHA NICE
BRO
NICELY DONE
FFM IS NOT DESTROYED TAT’S AWSOME
HAHAHGHDFJKSDAF
UYEAH CHECK ON HIM ITS THE LAD
OH MAN DUDES BEEN THROUGH IT
HELPGN;LDSKFMAE
ILY
ILY YOU PIGSY
ILY SM
DADSY REAL
TANG CALM DOWNG;LSKMF
SANDYGDS;FKAMGWEFIMAWF
MAAAAN
THEY SURE ARE FAMBLY MOMENT
GO ASK BUDDAH NEZHA
YOUR’E GONNA GT ATTACKED BY WHOEVER WANTED AZURE OUT IN THE FIRST PLACE
SEASON 5 IS TERRIFYING ME RN
ngl compared to the lbd one so far this felt a little anticlimactic and i porbably just jinxed myself but i dont care. that one also had 3 seasons of build up tho so… yeah hjGKL;SJADF MK THO
DANG
HELPGMSDFK
PUSHING WUKONG AWAY YUP
GOOD MOVE NEZHA
DESERVED
RED SON RED SON RED SON RED SON
OH THEY ARRESTED HIM HUH
AWWWWW
WELP
WHERE ARE YOU TAKING HIM MAN
JADE EMP IS DEAD
WHERE’S THE FUN IN TAHT
ALL THAT
SO LONG AS WE LEAVE THE WORLD IN BETTER SHAPE THEN WE FOUND IT… THEN ITS ALL GOOD RIGHT?
MK’S INJURED GET HIM TO THE HOSPITAL
AND UH
OKAY WHERE’S THE OTHER BOOT DROPPING
I LOVE THEM SM
THEY ALL SO FANCY
HUG
SIDE HUG
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HELPGN;DSAFKLMAWE
BEACH DAY
SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP
I’M WAITIN FOR THE BOOT DROP BUT I’M IGNORING IT NOW I HAVE TO APPRECAITE ALL OF THIS RIGHT NOW
THE SHIRT
THE HAT
THE SUNGLASSES
THE SHORTS
HE’S THE UNCLE THAT JUST GOT BACK FROM PICKIGN UP THE SNACKS
THE MEI MK AND RED SON, THE WAY RED SON’S STANDING, TANG WITH HIS UMBRELLA DBK AND PRINCESS IRON FAN STYLIN PIGSY IS THE DAD AT THE BBQ I’M GONNA CRY
PLEASE TANG’S FIT I’M CRYINGNS;LDKFM;AOWEF
NEXT FRAME MEI WITH THE WATER GUN RED SONGHL;KFAJ;OWIEMFASFD MK DECKED OUT IN SWIMMING GEAR I’M CRYING
PLEASE PRINCES IRON FAN PLAYING VOLLYBALL WITH THEM I’M SCREAMING
MEI LOOKS LIKE A DUDEBRO GAL I KNOW AND I’M LIVING FOR IT RED SON’S FACE PLEASELKMGOASDF I NEED THESE ALL FRAMED
PLS SANDY GETTING BURRIED TANG CARVING HIS MUSCLES OUT OF SAND PIGSY GIVING HIM A DRINK MO DECKED OUT IN SAND GEAR, RED SON’S SUNGLASSES ON A SAND SNOWMAN AND LOOKING ANNOYED ABOUT IT MK’S SMILE I’MGN;LSDKFM
I’M SCREAMING NEXT FRAME IS DBK AND SWK THE DADS FISHING THE BROS FISHING TOGETHER I’MGN;LSDFMAOWFIMSADF
SUNSCREEN
BEST FRIENDS IN THE WORLD
YOU’RE GETTING SO SUNBURNED
SUNSCREEN NEEDS TO ABSORB FIRSTN;LDKMSD
yeah that’s parent energy
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i didn’t know sunscreen needed to absorb first-
OKAY MOVING ON G;LSDFNAB;OGAI;WEOFIM
PIGSY IS SUCH A DAD
UYUP THATS HOW WE ROLL
you don’t understand the moment i’m having here with MACAQUE AND HIS PINK SHIRT AND YELLOW PANTS AND PROBABLY LOW HANGING TANK TOP I’ SCREAMIGNDF;LAMEF;OAIWEN;OIAFM
“cute” WOW WHAT AN ANGLE
art for this show is so nice tho m a n
this is gonna make me cry
Wukong with his
overdramatic sarcasm
and Macaque just seeming kinda tired
and
hECK LEAVE IT A LTTEL BETTER THAN YOU FOUND IT
HECKING
PEACH POPSICLE
NOT THE SAME BUT
SO FMAILAR
THAT CAN BE A TOMORROW PORBLEM
MACAQUE DOESNT’ QUITE SMILE BUT
WOW HE SURE DOES PLOP HIMSELF DOWN RIGHT NEXT TO WUKONG
MAN
MK IS SO SUNBURNED
HE IS SO SUNBURNED
RIP MY DUDE
RED SON SOAKED AND THERE’S A FISH IN HIS HAT
I’M SO SAD WE DIDN’T GET TO HEAR HIS VOICE BUT I LOVE THAT THEY UNCLED HIM HAVING FUN WITH THE DUO THEY ARE EVERYHTIGN TO ME
OKAY YES, OTHER SHOE, HIT ME WITH IT
OKAY WHO THESE GUYS
WHO’S THE PARTY
WHATCHA DOIN
K
KAY IS THAT IT??
REALLY THAT’S ALL YOU GIVE US??
FINEEEEE
FINE OKAY
I’M FINE
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all in all i actually really enjoyed that special like A LOT
give me like two days and i’ll process what i saw in pt 3 and
ehre and
there
and everywhere
actually i kinda enjoy how vague it is 10/10 the montage of them on the beach hanging is so nice Mk applying sunscreen is so cute he’s so good he’s so fast I love how wukong’s Shifu energy of just like cause mk is monkey like him so its “yeah that’s how we roll” n stuff
Macaque’s style is killing me
Wukong’s is just dad
Macaque’s is just
I don’t even know how to categorize it and i’m okay with that
WELL
JADE EMPERORS DEAD
AZURE’S DEAD
PENG STILL OUT THERE
YELLOW TUSK IS ARRESTED
MK IS MONKEY
MACAQUE IS VIBIN WITH THE CREW
WUKONG IS BETTER AT COMMUNCIATING
I’M CURIOUS IF THEY EVEN HAVE HIM HAVE THE SAME POWER LEVEL AS MK
OKAY
UH
THAT WAS ALL A BLUR
I NEED TO WATCH IT SIX MORE TIMES HAVE A GOOD ONE
KNOX OUT
#knox rambles#knox reacts#Monkie kid season 4 special spoilers#lmk s4 special spoilers#Monkie kid season 4 special#lmk s4 special#WELL#this reaction feels shorter than my others but its okay#I REALLY DID ENJOY IT SO MUCH#HECK#I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF NOW THAT ITS OVER Y'KNOW?#I NEED LIKE A GOOD WEEK TO PROCESS EVERYTHING#HOPE Y'ALL DOING WELL I'M GONNA GO BRAINROT ABOUT POSSIBLE AMV'S I CAN DO NOW
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Last Christmas: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story Pt. 3
Description: You and Eddie finally make up, despite a brief interruption by a few certain somebody's. It's hot, dirty, and loving all at the same time. And afterwards, you rejoin the party with every intention to stay together this time...
Warnings: swearing, smut, alcohol use, grinding, oral sex, fingering, slight roleplay, slight role-switching, praise, sex under the influence, unprotected sex, squirting, light crying, and some fluffy fluff fluff with a cherry on top
Last Christmas Pt. 3
Now I know what a fool I've been. But if you kiss me now, I know you'll fool me again...
"Well, would ya look at that? Seems like the Harringtons have the right idea." Eddie says, returning his gaze to yours. The air between you is different now. It's no longer somber and heartbroken, but filled with unbridled joy and a dash of booze-fueled lust.
"That they do." You reply, just barely above a whisper. You can't stop staring at each other's lips, the familiar scent of Christmas treats dizzying your heads in your proximity. Eddie's just about to bring his lips to yours, when uproarious cheers and applause break out from behind you on the stairs. "Oh, god." You groan, squeezing your eyes shut in embarrassment. The two of you turn to look at the crowd gathered on the steps.
"I freaking called it! Pay up, Harrington!" Erica shouts. She extends her palm for Steve to give her the twenty bucks they bet on you and Eddie getting back together tonight.
"Goddammit." Steve grumbles, reaching into his pocket to pull out a crisp bill from his wallet. He hands it over, and Erica shoves it in her own pocket with a huge smile on her face.
"Uh, you guys mind? We were having a romantic moment here." Eddie says, pleading with everyone to fuck off for a while. They take the hint, extending apologies and congratulations to the both of you before descending back down the stairs. He turns to you again, smirking like an idiot. "So, where were we?"
"Right about....here." You pull his head to yours, smashing your lips together hungrily. Out of instinct, Eddie moves you further into the room, closing and locking the door with a clumsy hand. Your knees hit the back of the bed, causing you to fall onto the mattress with Eddie on top of you. Your legs spread out of familiar habit, letting him rest between them.
"Fuck, I've missed you." Eddie says breathlessly, pulling away to take his flannel off. He discards it to the floor, quickly removing his t-shirt afterwards. His chest is exposed to you, tats and all. You gaze up at him as he sits on his knees, licking your lips at how gorgeous he looks.
"I missed you too, Eddie. C'mere." You yank on his belt buckle, bringing him back to you. He follows your lead with a low laugh, cupping your cheek with one hand. He lifts the other to his head, about to take off his Santa hat. "Wait...can you leave that on?" You ask sheepishly, looking at him from under your eyelashes.
He quirks an amused eyebrow at you. "Oh, really?" His tongue plays mischievously at the corner of his mouth.
"It just looks so fucking good on you." You grin, bringing your arms around his back. You drag your nails down his flesh, earning a groan from him. "Damn, I've missed your noises, baby." Eddie is notoriously vocal in bed, one of the things you've always loved about him. He lowers his mouth, dragging his tongue along your throat lazily. "Oh, Eddie." You're already getting so wet for him, you've forgotten how easy it is for him to rile you up.
"You make a lotta sounds of your own, if I remember correctly." He says before latching his mouth to your neck. You gasp at the contact, digging your fingers deeper into his flesh. He chuckles while continuing to bite and suck on you, drawing sweet little moans from you in the process. "You look absolutely beautiful tonight, by the way." You can't help blushing at his compliment, which heats you up even further.
"Thanks, Eds. And you look very sexy in a flannel." You reply, eyes fluttering closed as you let sensation overtake you. The weed has long since worn off, but you're still riding high on a wave of spiced rum. Eddie cups one of your tits over your dress, squeezing roughly. The warmth of his hand radiates through the thin fabric of your clothes, dialing up the temperature all the more. You push on Eddie's chest to get him to sit up.
"What's wrong, angel?" He asks, hoping you're not having second thoughts.
"I gotta get outta this dress. Can you help me?" You ask breathlessly, making a fruitless effort to pull down the zipper along your back. You kick off your heels as you speak, causing them to thump to the floor. The desperation in your gestures and tone makes Eddie's cock twitch. You're so needy for him, and he can't get enough.
"No problem, sweetheart." He replies, cool as a cucumber. He reaches behind you, sliding the zip down its track with ease. The fabric loosens, slacking at the shoulders. You slip your arms out of the sleeves, letting the material bunch around your hips. Eddie's eyes boggle at your gorgeous tits, it's been so long since he's seen them. And until this moment, he never thought he'd get a glimpse of them again.
"Still beautiful as ever." He murmurs, reaching forward to grope the swells of your chest. They're dressed in a very sexy black lace bra, one Eddie hasn't seen before. He quickly maneuvers to pull you on his lap, having you straddle him. You gasp in surprise at the sudden movement, gripping his shoulders to keep from falling over. He immediately starts kissing and licking what he can of your chest, sneakily unclasping your bra with one hand.
It's swiftly discarded, and his mouth captures one of your nipples inside its wet warmth. "Eddie." You moan, grinding yourself against his rock-hard erection. His lips and tongue and teeth are pure magic. He uses them like an artist employs a paintbrush, expressing unadulterated passion and desire. "Feels so good, baby." You sigh, arousal soaking through your panties as you keep up your rhythm. He's barely done anything at all, and you're already winding up towards an unbelievable high.
Similarly to earlier this evening, you and Eddie have easily fallen back into your familiar patterns. It's like you've never been apart, knowing exactly what touch, kiss, and sound to make to drive each other mad. He can sense you nearing the end already. The rapid pace of your hips rolling, along with your head thrown backwards while you exhale delicious noises are your obvious tells. Add that with the restlessness and uncertainty you've both been feeling all night, and it's no surprise that you're just about ready to burst. "Gonna cum already, Y/N?" He smirks, admiring your fuckstruck expression. His hands lay flat against your back to hold you upright in a gentle embrace.
You force your eyes open and bring your head forward, looking to see Eddie smiling warmly and seductively at you. "Uh-huh. I've missed you so damn much, Eds." You answer, feverishly crushing your mouth against his. He melts into you, biting your lip to make you open up for his tongue to tangle with yours. His hands shift downwards, grabbing the curves of your ass to lead you closer to your orgasm. The slippery fabric of your half-removed dress makes it difficult to maintain his grip, but he knows you won't take much longer.
The coiling knot within your belly is so unbearably tight, every motion stretching it towards the point of snapping. You rarely cum so early, but it's like your body is trying to make up for lost time. Everything just feels too fucking good. "Go ahead, angel. Let it all go for me." Eddie coos, breaking away from your starving kiss to watch you fall apart.
"Fuck, Eddie!" You cry out, keeping your eyes locked on his as you're dragged down into the chasm of pleasure. Your hips jolt against him, and he holds you steady while the tremors run their course. Stars explode into your vision, blinding you with their cosmic light. A thin sheen of sweat spreads across your skin, quickly freezing like a layer of ice as it cools in the air. This high of yours is rather short-lived, but you don't mind. You already know there will be many more as the night goes on. Like an advent calendar of orgasms. You smile at Eddie, putting your hands on his cheeks. "I've definitely missed that." You giggle, planting a satisfied kiss on his plush lips.
"And I've missed that pretty face you make when you cum, sweetheart. I hope to see it a few more times tonight, if you don't mind." He chuckles, giving you a peck of his own.
"Not at all, sounds like the perfect Christmas present to me." You can't stop smiling and laughing giddily as you take turns locking lips and saying dirty things to each other. You two used to do this all the time in bed. It's just one more thing in a long list that you've missed so damn much.
"It's a gift I'm more than happy to give, darling. Fuck knows you deserve it. You deserve everything, Y/N. Anything you want, I'll do everything in my power to give it to you." His words are more serious now, taking you by surprise. He's so eager to please you. And you can't help loving him even more than you did during the first go-round of your relationship.
"Well, you wanna know what I want right now?" You ask coyly, biting your lip while you bat your lashes at him.
"More than anything, love." He grins, eating up every little move you're making in tandem with his own.
You bring your lips to his ear real slow, taking your time to draw out the anticipation. You tuck his hair out of the way. You want him to hear you loud and clear. "I want..." You pause, reaching between you to palm his cock through his jeans. "...so, so badly..." You hold back an amused laugh at the low groan that escapes him as you tease, maintaining focus. "...to have your dick in my mouth." You bite the shell of his ear once you finish speaking, pulling another lustful sound from Eddie's lungs.
"Jesus christ." He says with a shaky breath. He's unable to believe you're actually here with him, and practically begging to give him head, no less. You slip off of his lap, allowing him to mindlessly get into position. Eddie scoots over to lay his head on the pillows, his thick locks splaying about underneath his hat. He slips off his shoes, and they join yours on the rug beside the bed. He leaves the rest for you to remove. He knows you love revealing his naked form on your own.
You get off the bed for a moment, letting your dress slip down to the floor. Eddie gasps at the sight. He can see you're wearing a pair of panties that match your bra underneath your stockings. You slide the hosiery down too, only one article of clothing remains to keep your most vulnerable part concealed from him. You climb back on the mattress, crawling to Eddie on your hands and knees. Your tits bounce as you move, his pupils following along with every jiggle of flesh. "See something you like, Eds?" You ask, sitting between his legs that are spread apart for you.
"Yes, princess. You're a goddamn knock-out." You blush at his compliment, the way he says it is exquisitely flattering. Eddie's left hand rests below his head to prop himself up to observe you, his other extending forward to cup your cheek. You nuzzle against his touch, his calloused fingers brushing your skin to send a tingle up your spine.
"Can I unwrap my present now, baby?" You ask in a sultry tone, moving your hands to rest on his belt. You toy with the buckle as you wait for his permission.
"Can't believe I forgot how horny you are when you're drunk." Eddie jokes, a light laugh filling the room. You don't say anything else, still expecting an answer to your question. He rolls his eyes in faux annoyance, failing to bite back a scoff. "Of course you can open your present, Y/N. Far be it from me to stop you." And with that, you set to work opening his pants. He smiles wide at your frenzied hands pulling the leather strap of his belt, before undoing the button and zip. You reach inside to feel him under his boxers, stroking his length with a gentle hand. "Fuck." He groans at your hollowed fist gripping him just the way he likes.
You keep up this snail's pace for a little while, entertaining yourself as Eddie's face scrunches and contorts in pleasure. He begs with his eyes for you to go faster, or use your mouth instead. But you heed no such request just yet. "I think you've been a very naughty boy this year, Eddie. What do you think?" A sly smile creeps across your lips, unable to resist the urge to punish him a little bit.
He whimpers when you lightly squeeze his length, bucking his hips upwards beyond his control. "Yes, I have." He replies, almost like a question.
"And why is that?" You continue, letting his dick fall from your hand for a second. You yank Eddie's pants and underwear down while you wait for an answer. They crumple onto the floor, quickly forgotten about.
"B-because I broke the heart of the woman I love." He stutters slightly, as you've let a small drip of saliva fall onto his cock once you remove the rest of his clothes. You grab hold of him once more, spreading the wetness down his shaft.
"But you're really sorry about that, aren't you?" You question, lowering your head to swirl your tongue around his tip. Your eyes bore into his as you move.
"Fuck. Yes, more sorry than I've ever been in my life." Eddie moans, savoring the sensation of your tongue finally touching where he wants you most. He happily accepts his punishment, it's extremely hot in his eyes. It's been forever and a day since you've exerted your power over him. This night just keeps getting better, he thinks to himself.
You briefly stop licking to say one last thing, letting him know he's completely forgiven. "Good boy." You sink your mouth onto his dick, taking every last inch in full. His cheeks heat up at you calling him that, eyes going wide as saucers.
"Y/N." He groans, ignoring the temptation to hold your head down to fuck your face. He just lays back and enjoys the ride, so to speak. Your head steadily bobs up and down. Your hand holds your hair in a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of your face. Eddie lets loose the most vulgar noises, cursing and calling your name haphazardly. You're so hot and wet around him, he can't help worrying that this might all be a dream.
"Mmm." You hum, sending vibrations through Eddie's lower half. You absolutely adore how pitiful he is under your command, though you haven’t taken hold of it very often. Eddie's always been the more dominant one, but it's quite fun to reverse the roles sometimes. He keeps bucking up into you at random intervals, gagging you every time. Clearly he's just as wound up from very little contact as you were earlier.
"Your mouth feels amazing, sweetheart. I'm getting close. Go faster, I wanna cum down that pretty throat of yours." Eddie pants, his fist balling the blanket as his end quickly approaches. You sink as deep on his cock as you can, increasing your pace while reaching for his hand. You yank it from gripping the bedding, leading him by the wrist to place his large palm on the back of your head. You want him to use you, it drives you wild to have Eddie shove himself deep inside you. "Well shit, Merry Christmas to me." He quips, before taking you up on your wordless offer. He stills your head in place, thrusting upwards to choke you as he chases his high. You drag your nails down his thighs to ground yourself, focusing on breathing through your nose. He's not holding back, grunting and moaning like a feral animal.
"Mmm." You can't help moaning yourself. Your panties are getting even more soaked than they were before, arousal dripping down your thighs at the sound of your love losing control.
"Shit- fuck." Eddie grunts, brows knitting together as his load spills into your throat. His grasp tightens further, and tears are running down your cheeks from how rough he's being. But you wouldn't have it any other way. You let him ride out his orgasm, a few more jolts of his hips smacking upwards at you. He collapses onto the bed, making you both bounce slightly at the force. Eddie lets out a relieved sigh, removing his hand from tangling against your hair. You release his softened dick, gasping for a full breath as you sit up.
"Did you enjoy yourself, darling?" You ask, wiping your eyes to gaze at him. He's shiny with sweat, his chest rising and falling rapidly. And his beautiful, brown eyes are shut as he slowly returns to reality.
"Very much, angel." He replies, still trying to get his lungs to catch up. You admire him in this blissful state for a moment, observing every inhale and exhale, his tongue poking out to lick his lips. He's absolutely gorgeous, and he's all yours. You smile to yourself at that thought, you really like being with him again. You just wish you'd never been apart to begin with.
"I'm glad, baby." You coo, creeping over to lay beside him. He senses your weight shifting, turning on his side to face you as you land. He looks at you lovingly, reaching a gentle hand over to stroke your arm.
"C'mere, princess." He beckons you to him, and you promptly obey. You mirror his position, your face just millimeters from his own. The hand caressing you moves to sit at your lower back, reeling you in to lay flush against him. "I love you so much, Y/N. You know that, right?" He almost whispers. His breath fans hotly towards you, tantalizing your senses.
"Of course I do. I love you too, Eddie." You answer just as quietly, respecting the delicate nature of this moment. He leans in, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is so soft and tender, like you're making a second attempt at that old promise you made in the fall of '85. To never, ever let each other go. For real this time. You stay just like this, turning your heads gently to keep the kisses pillowy and light. The air is thinning in the best possible way, leaving you both weak in the knees. You're on cloud nine, floating up among the stars in a vulnerable tangle of limbs.
Affectionate tears fall from your eyes, mingling on your faces. You're terrified that whenever you open them again, Eddie will be gone. And that this will all have been a cruel dream. You take a peek just to double check, and you're met with Eddie's pupils having a peep of their own. You break away, sharing a sigh of reassurance that this is, in fact, actually happening. "I was worried you weren't real for a minute there." Eddie says, laughing lightly.
"Me too. I was afraid I'd open my eyes and be back downstairs playing White Elephant all over again." You giggle, pressing your forehead against his.
"I'm really happy that we're still here, though." Eddie says, nuzzling against you.
"So am I." You smile brighter than the sun. You can't help it, you're practically bursting with giddiness. There's really nothing that can top this moment. Well, except maybe one thing. Your hands play about on Eddie's chest, tracing the outline of his tattoos, twirling the little tuft of hair on his chest. He can tell you're waiting to ask for something, which makes a large smirk spread across his face. You're always fidgety when you want something, but are too shy to ask for it.
"Somethin' on your mind, darling?" He asks, stilling your hand with his own. He carefully drags it by the wrist, letting your fingers slide down his front as he leads you to his hardening cock. You instinctively take hold of it, causing Eddie to groan. He pulls at the waistband of your panties, wanting to touch you as well. "Can I?" He asks, and you nod while biting your lip. His fingers hook between the fabric and your flesh, bringing your final item of clothing down your legs. You lift yourself slightly when the side you're laying on snags, and kick the underwear away once they meet your ankles. Eddie slips his hand between your legs, two large fingers rubbing against your slick folds. You moan loudly, continuing to stroke his length. "You're so wet for me, baby." He says lowly, his pupils meeting yours with burning hunger.
"Always." You reply simply, gripping his bicep with your free hand when he plunges his digits into your pussy. He curls them just like he used to, and it feels so good. But you need more. "Wanna sit up against the headboard, love?" You ask, struggling to piece your thoughts together.
"Don't mind if I do." He chuckles at you remembering his favorite position to fuck you in. You let each other go, whining at the loss of contact. Eddie follows your instructions, and you move to straddle his lap. His dick sits just ahead of you, waiting for you to take a seat.
You're feeling rather bold tonight, unable to help yourself. That eggnog really packs a punch. You give Eddie the most sinful look imaginable, allowing an idea to bloom inside your mind. One brought on by the hat that still sits atop his head. You lean forward, planting blazing kisses on his neck as you speak seductively. "Are you gonna fill my stocking, Mr. Claus? Have I been a good girl this year?"
Eddie's breath shudders at your words, he's in shock at how downright filthy you're being tonight. "Fuck, I forgot what a kinky little freak you are." He chuckles, enjoying this a little too much. "But to answer your question, yes, you've been a very good girl."
You bite down on his throat in response, making him groan. Your tongue soothes the bruising flesh, and you pull away to face him again. You take hold of his dick, and scoot forward slightly on your knees. "You ready, baby?" You ask him, dragging his tip against your clit and entrance. You gasp at the sensation, eager to have him inside you.
"Yeah, just please stop teasing." Eddie begs, the feeling of your wetness spreading around him is almost too much to bear. Without a second thought, you let yourself sink down onto him in a single swift motion.
"Oh, god." You whimper, taking hold of Eddie's shoulders while you adjust to him. His cock fills you up just right, like he was made for you. It's been a very long time since either of you have had sex, so you stay still like this for a little while. His hands sit on your waist, stroking up and down very slowly to relax you. You capture his lips with your own, deep and passionate. Eddie moans into the kiss, your walls flexing around his cock takes him by surprise. The sensation is all too familiar, and yet entirely brand new.
"You're so tight, baby. I've missed being inside you." He breathes out, having pulled away from your intoxicating lips. He squeezes your hips teasingly to coax you into moving. You gladly take the hint, lifting yourself up, before slamming back down. "Shit." He grunts. You would make a similar sound, but the feeling of his tip brushing your sweet spot has rendered you speechless. The room is setting itself on fire, engulfing you in its roaring flames.
"I forgot how good this feels, Eds." You finally speak, heart hammering in your chest as you pick up the pace. You steadily bounce up and down, Eddie's hands guiding you roughly. His rings dig into your flesh, sure to leave bruises. And you need all the evidence you can get to prove this night is actually happening. You hope you'll wake up tomorrow and find the deep purple marks staring back at you in the mirror.
"I'll never let you forget again, I promise." He replies, manipulating your lower half into a new angle to pierce you even deeper.
"You'd better not." You giggle through your panting. His length kisses your cervix repeatedly, you feel so deliciously full inside. You take a mental snapshot of this moment. Capturing the gorgeous, fucked-out expression on Eddie's face. The sweat on his forehead and upper lip, his furrowed eyebrows just barely peeking from beneath his bangs. His mouth sitting half-open, huffing out air and groaning exclamations of your name. His large brown eyes watching helplessly between your bodies, eating up the sight of your tits bouncing, and the glimpses he catches of your cunt taking his dick like a well-oiled machine.
Your whimpers and moans mix harmoniously with the thick slaps of glistening skin. Your knees rub against the sides of his upper thighs, the two of you are so close together it's hard to breathe. The air you share is consistently synthesizing into a rum-scented ozone. You can sense another orgasm building inside you, gearing up to strike at the exact right moment. "I'm gettin' close, baby. You wanna get on your hands and knees for me? I know you like that." Eddie asks, his words coming out constrained as you're so damn wet and snug around him.
"Yes, please." You whine in reply, him fucking you from behind is definitely your favorite. He hits all the right places in all the right ways. You slip off of him clumsily, shuddering groans leaving both your mouths at the loss of contact. But there's no time to waste, you quickly turn around to get in position. Before you have a chance to brace your grip on the blankets below, you feel Eddie shove his cock into you without warning. "Jesus, Eds!" You almost yelp at the surprise.
"Sorry. Just- need you now. Your pussy is so fuckin' amazing." He speaks thoughtlessly, only able to focus on his end quickly approaching. He grabs hold of your hips even harder than before, the metal of his jewelry rubbing through your flesh to your bones. It hurts so good, you really can't wait to see the aftermath of it later. Eddie marking you as his has always been a massive turn-on for you.
"Go harder, baby. You know I won't break." You encourage him to absolutely wreck you, to release the beast you know full well resides within him.
"Anything for you, sweetheart." He almost growls, before drilling into you at a punishing speed.
"Fuck, just like that, love. So fuckin' perfect." You gasp, sensing your own release sneaking up behind you. Your fists ball the comforter below, slippery as it is since your palms are sweating to all hell. His balls slap against you, and you can feel them tightening. He's just a tiny bit closer than you are, any second now he's gonna lose it. The thought alone pushes you further towards the edge.
"Gonna cum, darling. You still on the pill?" Eddie asks, though he figures he already knows the answer.
"Yes, baby. Just don't stop, I'm really close." You reply, smirking slightly at his consideration of whether or not he should cum inside you.
"You got it, angel. Shi-t." Eddie's hips pound against you sloppily, his thrusts unfocused as his load empties messily into you. You feel the sticky warmth paint your walls, a sensation you've missed more than you realized. He keeps going, knowing you're not quite there yet. Your insides flutter as the buildup threatens to come crashing down. "C'mon, princess. Make a mess, just for me." He speaks darkly, reaching one hand down to rub your clit in quick circles.
"Oh, shit, fuck! Eddie!" You scream, finally meeting your own demise. Eddie holds you tightly as your legs shake uncontrollably. Ecstasy flares through your body to consume you, sparking from your pussy. You clamp down on him as your muscles spasm, making him whimper in overstimulation. But he keeps pumping into you regardless, making the pleasure all that much stronger for you. Your vision cuts out, only bright white filling your field of sight. You can't stop moaning through the waves of bliss crashing violently into you, and you can feel a flood of juices spilling out of your pulsating cunt.
"Damn, I've really missed that, Y/N." Eddie says with a hitched chuckle. He loves making your squirt on him. The feeling of your cum rushing over his dick and gushing down his thighs is like nothing else on this earth.
Your arms and legs give out from under you, your body falling to the mattress below as you slip off Eddie's softening dick. You grunt at the impact, your eyes closing in your exhaustion. "Fuff". You sigh in satisfaction, muffled against the bedding. You lay still like this, splayed about like a limp fish.
Eddie moves to lay on his stomach next to you, stroking your hair with his hand while you calm down. He breathes heavily, matching your own laborious inhales and exhales. "I love you so much, sweetheart." He says softly, not expecting you to reply right away. He just wants to confess his feelings for you as much as he can. He owes it to you, still making up for his stupid mistake.
You turn your head to look at him, finding an overwhelmingly loving expression on his face. You smile, mirroring him. "I love you too, Eds. More than anything." You shuffle to get closer, bringing your lips to his gingerly. It's brief, as you both haven't caught your breath yet. But it's still very powerful, declaring complete and utter devotion to one another. You lay your heads down, just gazing into each other's eyes for what feels like hours. You could stay like this all night, the rest of your lives, even. Though it seems the other party guests have contrary ideas.
"Hey, guys! Are you done screwing yet? We were just about to put on A Christmas Story and have hot chocolate!" You hear Dustin on the other side of the door, eagerness to regain your presence lacing his voice. You and Eddie giggle to each other and share a nod, before responding.
"Yeah! Just give us like...ten minutes? And then we'll be right down." You say to Dustin.
"Sure thing! Hurry up, though, Erica is getting impatient." He replies before descending back down the stairs. "Yeah, they're finished boning. Just a little longer." You hear him inform the group, which leads to loud cheers and whoops from the group directed at you.
"Oh my god, I dunno if I can face them now." You laugh, clapping a hand over your face in embarrassment.
"It'll be fine, Y/N. They're just our dumbass friends." Eddie chuckles. "You wanna shower first? We're kinda...sticky." He emphasizes that final word in a corny voice, wagging his eyebrows goofily. His antics make you laugh even harder, and he joins right in with you. He leads you to the bathroom connected to this room, cackling all the way.
The two of you wash up quickly, still struggling to reign in your laughter. You dry off, and retrieve your clothes to put back on. You don't bother with your panties or stockings, as they're soaked through with your arousal. But you'll sneakily shove them in your purse when you get back downstairs. "Ready?" You ask Eddie as he situates his hat back onto his damp hair, which reminds you of something. You go to the corner of the room where you tossed your gift earlier, copying him once more by putting it back on.
"Yep. Time to rejoin the party." He holds his arm for you to lace with your own. You smile as you do, pecking his cheek as he unlocks the door. You stroll down the hall, shoes thumping together when you go down the steps. You cautiously re-enter the living room, and everyone's eyes fix onto you.
They all sit in silence, oddly taken aback by actually seeing you two together again. Sure, they hoped for it night and day these last few months. But they weren't certain it would actually happen. You clear your throat, trying to break the awkward quiet. "You guys good?" You ask apprehensively. It feels like they're expecting something.
"Well? Are you gonna kiss or what?" Steve says, as if you've broken a rule, pointing a finger above your heads. You and Eddie look up simultaneously, finding that you've stopped in the entryway. Right underneath the mistletoe. Oh.
"Shall we?" Eddie asks, shooting you a mischievous glance while biting his lip. You turn to each other, and he pulls you in real close by your waist. "Hang on tight." Eddie whispers to you, and you're unsure what he means. You lace your arms around his neck, just before he dips you unexpectedly. You gasp in surprise, met with his handsome, smiling face staring down at you. His arm rests on your back, the other holding your thigh upwards against him.
"Holy shit, Eds. You're acting like fuckin' Casanova tonight." You murmur, drawing a laugh from the onlookers.
"Damn straight. Gotta spoil you in every way I can, love." He says hastily, before kissing you hard and deep to steal your breath away.
"Whoo-hoo!" Everyone cheers, watching with gleeful eyes as you and Eddie profess your love for all to see. This night, this party, has been like a dream. And you never, ever want it to end.
Eddie pulls away, leaving you absolutely stunned. Your mouth sits agape like a fish out of water, and stays that way even after he puts you upright again. You thought you were crazy about him before? You're absolutely insane now after that earth-shattering kiss. "You good, sweetheart?" He asks, a knowing grin playing about his lips. God, he's gonna be the death of you.
You snap back to reality, nodding your head as you swallow hard. "Yeah, so fuckin' good." You smile, taking his hand to lead him to your rightful place on the loveseat. He lays across the little couch, with you nestled between his legs. You realize you're still holding your dirty clothes, handing them to Eddie to stash in his pockets. He snickers at you, happily stealing them as a souvenir like the filthy freak he is. There's no way you're getting them back now, but you don't really mind.
You take one last look around the room as the movie begins to play. Nancy flicks off the lights and brings a tray of mugs full of hot cocoa from the kitchen, handing one out to everyone. The kiddos snuggle up in thick blankets, Lucas and Max, and Eleven and Mike getting extra cozy in their adorable pairings. Erica and Will sit on the edge, completely uninterested in the young love displayed beside them. Steve gives a noogie to Dustin who's sitting beside his armchair, making the two of them laugh heartily. Robin and Argyle pull up a blanket, she rests her head against his shoulder in a perfectly platonic way while he gives her a kind glance. And Jonathan takes Nancy back into his lap once she's handed you and Eddie your drinks, kissing her softly.
You sip your hot drink carefully, not wanting to spill. Eddie's free hand rests on your shoulder, stroking you absent-mindedly as he slurps down his own chocolatey goodness. Snow falls silently outside, draping Hawkins in a fresh, white blanket for the kids to play around in tomorrow morning. The tree and all its trappings twinkles in the corner, giving off just the right amount of warm light in the darkened house. And Ralphie is gearing up to try and fail to ask his mother for a Red Ryder BB Gun for Christmas on the TV.
You're so goddamn happy, you can feel yourself beaming with every passing second. Everyone is right where they should be, sharing a Norman Rockwell moment on this perfect Christmas Eve. And there's nowhere else you'd rather spend your holiday.
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I have been thinking about what types of notions and things the craft dorm (what I've been calling the Shu/Izumi/Kuro/Mao dorm) would have in their respective kits and ended up making some collages with my thoughts. In order it's Shu, Izumi, Kuro, and Mao. Longer explanation below the cut.
Shu:
Since he canonically makes lace I put all sorts of different lace making tools on his. In the english server it got translated as crochet and crochet lace can be absolutely gorgeous and it's pretty portable so it makes sense, hence the steel hooks. The other lace making tools are bobbins and a bobbin pillow and a tatting shuttle. While tatting is the "lesser" form of lace making compared to crochet and bobbins, it's by far the most portable as the thread is wound around the shuttle and to me Shu would probably do tatting on the plane to/from Japan and France. Also included for him are pretty generic sewing notions, your pins and pincushion, scissors, a needle and thread, t-pins, and beeswax. T-pins can be used to block the lace as well, and the beeswax is for hand sewing. Fun fact but if you run your thread over beeswax a few times before starting to sew it'll help strengthen your thread and prevent it from splitting! Shu also heavily prefers working with natural fibers over synthetic.
Izumi:
Guy absolutely uses DPNs (double pointed needles) for his knitting, at least when it comes to socks and hats. I believe in some of the examples of his knitting we've seen he has done cabling so a cable stitch holder is there as well, though I can imagine he does it without it too if it gets lost. He also has a ball winder and I wish I had thought to put a swift on here too but like Shu, he prefers to get natural fibers over synthetic and hand dyed wool is great but it comes in hanks which areeeeeee hard to work with so a swift and ball winder would be necessary for him. Also included are more t-pins, a blocking board, stitch markers, and yarn needles.
Kuro:
To me, Kuro is the type of guy to make scrap quilts with left over fabric from the outfits he makes for his friends (and also out of like old shirts his sister has grown out of), so he has a huge scrap fabric pile he's constantly thinking about what type of blocks to make them into. I feel like he'd also make his own appliques for these quilts and would use basting spray to hold those down, obviously. Also the type of guy who just carries spare buttons on him in case of an emergency. Also has a seam ripper, scissors (thread, fabric), a tailor's measuring tape, and a cutting board.
Mao:
I know he doesn't really craft but to me? He's a crocheter. He tried knitting once and failed very badly but crochet (in my opinion at least) is a lot easier to grasp for beginners and I think he made the dorm a few dish cloths at first but mostly makes amigurumis now of his favorite manga characters, as well as little toys for his friends, hence the safety eyes. Probably works more with synthetic fibers due to ease of accessibility and variety of colors, though he tries not to buy too much of the same color unless he knows what it'll be used for. Also has stuffing, yarn needles, stitch markers, and a little crochet hook carrying case.
General Notes:
There were some things I didn't think to add until after I had already finished all of these collages, and some things that were things I thought everyone would have. To start, Shu would obviously also have a blocking board for his lace blocking, and as mentioned earlier Izumi would have a swift. Shu probably also has a swift and ball winder or just borrows Izumi's when he buys anything heavier than thread for crochet (which isn't often so I'm leaning more towards borrowing). Kuro would also have a bar of beeswax for the same reason as Shu, as well as maybe a thimble? Though I suppose it depends on how much he cares about his fingers being callused from the needle. Shu has a thimble. I also think all four of them would have some sort of project bag, whether it's just an old backpack or something a bit more expensive, they all have something that allows them to take their crafts on the go.
Anyway that's all I had but please tell me your thoughts if you want :3
#shay speaks#enstars#ensemble stars#shu itsuki#izumi sena#kuro kiryu#mao isara#ensemble stars headcanons#enstars headcanons#i want to get a tatting shuttle :( i know how to make nets though with a shuttle and spacer#tatting lace can look really beautiful if you know what you're doing please look up some examples of it#ragh. anyway. i'm gonna stop myself from going off on too much of a tangent rn#i <3 crafting
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Easy As
A Carmen Berzatto Universe
A/N: Here’s another from the inbox - Carmen and Vi’s smutty halloweekend! It’s not as detailed as other smut chapters, but still steamy! Thanks to all who have sent in fun prompts, I’m excited to get writing :)
Vanessa Monaghan is the breath of fresh air that Carmen had been gasping for.
Chapter 24: Imposter
By the time Carmen and Vanessa rolled around to their second Halloween together, they’d been dating 16 months, and Carmen knew he was going to marry her.
He knew that for certain when she swung open the door to her condo for him, dressed head to toe like she was going to be working in his kitchen, only the shirt she wore underneath his blue apron was cropped to high heaven and her little spandex shorts were certainly not going to be protecting her from any oil pops.
Her feet were tucked into black Crocs, just like his kitchen shoes, and his tattoos had been carefully drawn on in black magic marker. He knew he had a hard time finding the chain necklace he wore nearly every day that morning, but now he knew she’d swiped it instead of it showing up in the dryer like it did from time to time.
“You’re late,” she smirked. “Don’t let it happen again,” she finished, brandishing with her metal spatula.
“Yes, chef,” Carmen smirked, closing the front door behind him. “Do a little spin for me, let me look at you.” He said, twirling one of his fingers in the air.
Vanessa did as he asked, spinning slowly and sweetly on her heel.
“Look at you all tatted up,” he grinned, gently moving her around to see how many she’d replicated.
“I’ve already got your next one planned,” she winked, “you can try to find it later.” She shivered slightly as his cold hands slid up her sides.
“No bra?” He asked, “baby, I don’t want Richie seeing your nips.” Vanessa laughed.
“I’m going to put a bra on,” she insisted, “and some proper trousers – just wanted you to see the ideal look before I changed.”
“Ideal look?” He asked, walking her backward through the foyer to the hall.
“Yeah, I ordered some shorties in your size, too, think this might be a good look for you at the restaurant,” she giggled, warping her body away from his hands as he nipped softly at her side.
“Baby, baby, baby,” he groaned, “how are we supposed to go anywhere with you looking like this, huh?”
“Car-my,” she sang, rolling her head to the side as he kissed his way up her neck. “Come on, we’re gonna be late,” she insisted.
“Nah, you can’t tell me we’re gonna be late when you greet me like this,” he replied, mocking her and walking her right into her bedroom.
“Seems more fitting for you to fuck me in the kitchen, huh?” She countered, batting her lashes.
“Trust me, there will be plenty of time for that,” he said, “for now, I think this will do just fine.” He turned her around to face her bed, hand sliding up from the small of her back to bend her gently over the edge of the mattress. “Tell me what you want, chef,” he said, leaning over her and squeezing her hips in his hands.
“Carmy,” she whined gently, pressing her body back into his. Carmen slid one hand down between her legs, feeling where she was hot and wet beneath his fingers. “Fuck me, please,” she pleaded as he fumbled to pull his cock out of his black sweatpants.
“Heard, chef,” he grinned to himself, mesmerized at the sight of his length slowly pushing his way in to her tight, wet heat.
An hour later, they were throwing back shots at The Bear alongside Ibrahim and Richie. Richie, donning a full sheriff’s costume, was all too glad to drape himself over Vanessa at any given chance.
She’d already forced Carmen to take a hundred photos of her all around the kitchen, mimicking him in a way she reassured was hero worship and not mockery. Carmen was happy to watch her be ridiculous, feeling rather at ease in his Chicago Cubs jersey and hat, two grease line stickers underneath each eye.
“Here, here, Syd,” Vanessa said, handing her phone over to her friend, who donned her own pilot costume. “Take one of me and Carmen - people aren’t going to be able to tell us apart.”
Vanessa buddied right up to Carmen, crossing her arms over her chest in an attempt to make her biceps look bigger.
“Twins,” Syd commented dryly, but with a smile on her face after all. “I certainly can’t tell who is who,” she kept snapping photos as Vanessa impeded further upon Carmen’s personal space, trying to look intimidating. Soon Vanessa abandoned her Carmen persona, throwing her arms around her boyfriend and pressing a big wet kiss to his cheek. “Oh come on,” Syd groaned.
Carmen gave Vanessa a squeeze, deliriously happy in this moment.
Another hour passed, with several more drinks down the hatch before Vanessa and Carmen readied themselves to leave for their next party at Nick’s bar with her college friends.
Vanessa danced around Carmen victoriously as she took home the Best Costume award, which was a big blue ribbon. He tried his very best to keep her hands out of his baseball pants in the back of their Uber.
“Hey, it’s a hundred dollar fee if I gotta clean your jizz off the seats,” the driver warned – only half-joking.
When they pushed the door open to Nick’s, they were greeted by a big group, Carmen excited to celebrate with his newfound friends. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing, and Vanessa’s inhibitions were long out the window.
Carmen watched as she flitted around the bar, celebrating with her friends and cooing over Gina’s pictures of Rosie dressed like a little bumblebee.
“Know what I want to be for Halloween next year?” She asked, returning to Carmen who’d posted up in a newly available barstool.
“What’s that, Ness?” He asked as she looped her arms over his shoulders.
“Your wife,” she grinned, pressing her hips into his.
“You don’t wanna be a chef anymore?” He asked, both hands braced against the small of her back. “Thought you liked being Carmen Berzatto,” he grinned, brushing her hair back from her face.
“Now I’m gonna be Mrs. Berzatto,” she simpered, the effect immediate as he could feel himself harden in his pants. And that’s how they ended up slinking away to the men’s bathroom, Vanessa propped up on the bathroom counter as Carmen pounded into her ruthlessly.
Vanessa giggled uncontrollably when her friends began slamming their palms on the door after they finished up as they re-dressed.
“I swear I’m gonna call the health department on myself if you two assholes do that again,” Nick warned, but wore a smile regardless. Carmen had one hand on Vanessa at all times, and as she handed over a shot of Jameson, he threw it back before they met for another steamy kiss.
“Ness, are you in heat, or what?” Gina asked with a laugh, twirling around in her Minnie Mouse dress.
“Fuck, I think I am,” she admitted, watching Carmen cheers a round with a group of the guys. “I just… everything he does makes me want him,” she groaned. “I swear this man makes me feral,” she sighed.
“When’s he moving in?” Gina asked. “It’s totally a socially acceptable time by now,” she finished.
“He hasn’t said anything,” Nessa shrugged, a little bit of the wind leaving her sails. “Maybe he doesn’t want to move in?” She asked.
“Nah, that’s not it,” Gina shook her head. “I’ve seen you date a handful of guys that liked you a lot, but that man is obsessed with you,” she added. “Take what you want, Vanessa,” she encouraged, “you always have – don’t stop now.”
Vanessa eyed her man – she did always get what she wanted – and right now, she wanted Carmen.
“Take me home,” she purred in his ear, wrapping herself around him from behind.
“That’s my cue,” he announced, all too happy to lead her out from the bar and into the back of a taxi.
“When we get home” she murmured, nuzzling into his neck, “I want to feel this,” she traced the bridge of his nose, “right here,” she guided his hands between her legs.
“Anything you want, chef,” he said, head swimming in her perfume and the last two tequila shots they took at Nick’s.
He made good on his promise, spending enough time with his face buried between her legs to bring tears to her eyes as she clutched his curls tightly. In return, she rode him until his eyes rolled back into his head.
The next morning was a slightly different story, the both of them waking up reluctantly. Carmen groaned, rolling into Vanessa and pulling her body closer to his from where she’d drifted away from him in the night.
“Are we dead?” He asked quietly, already hearing the change in her breathing and knowing she was awake.
“God I hope so,” she rebutted.
“Why did we drink so much?” He asked, pressing the heel of his palms into his eyes.
“It was a really good idea at the time,” she moaned, pressing her face into his chest where it was bare from between the open panels of his Cubs jersey.
“I can’t believe I have to work tonight,” he sighed, finally willing his eyelids to open. “Baby your tattoos are everywhere,” he smiled., knowing a simple laugh would send him into a migraine spiral.
“Oh,” Vanessa looked down at her body with a frown. “I worked really hard on those,” she mumbled.
“Want me to get the rest in the shower?” He offered, brushing his hand down the back of her head gently.
“You go ahead, I’ll order coffee and meet you in there,” she said, pressing a kiss to his skin. They both rolled out of bed, Vanessa setting out to find her phone where she’d dropped it the night before in the living room.
After placing a ridiculously priced DoorDash order for Starbucks, she padded back to the bedroom and met Carmen in the shower.
“Hold me,” she demanded softly, to which he was happy to comply.
“Good morning, Chef,” he murmured into her damp hair.
“Did’you like my costume?” She asked in reply, resting her head on his shoulder.
“The blue apron has never looked better,” he agreed, stroking a hand up and down the length of her spine.
“It was easy to pull together, all your stuff is here,” she said, pressing a light kiss to his neck. “I suppose maybe you have one or two things left at your place,” she traced a soft circle on his chest.
“Maybe one,” Carmen agreed, slowly rocking her underneath the warm spray of water.
“But you could always bring that one thing here,” she proposed softly. “Then all your stuff would be here,” Vanessa finished.
Carmen was quiet for a moment before pressing a kiss to her hairline.
“You asking me to move in?” He prompted quietly.
“It’s silly for you to pay rent,” she looked up at him through wet lashes that had just remnants of mascara from last night. “You’re here all the time.”
“So you’re trying to help me save some money?” He asked with a grin.
“It’s the economical thing to do,” she blinked, making him laugh. “And I just want you with me all the time,” she added. “I want your morning breath and your cold feet at night,” she elaborated. “Plus this way I can tell people I have a live-in chef.”
Carmen leaned down to press his lips to hers.
“I’d love to move in with you,” he mumbled.
“Plus, if you move in with me, we can shower together every day,” she tilted her head, “and you know how much I love it when you use the shower head on me.”
Carmen’s head dropped forward with a groan, slightly lightheaded as all the blood in his body ran to his cock.
“Come on,” she grinned, nipping at his jaw, “we’ve got twenty minutes till our coffees arrive.”
#Carmy#carmy smut#Carmen Berzatto#carmy berzatto#carmen berzatto smut#carmen berzatto fluff#Carmen berzatto x ofc#the bear#the bear fic#the bear hulu#jeremy allen white#jeremy allen white is hot#carmen x oc#carmen x ofc#carmy x oc#carmy x ofc
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2 or 5 of the one liner prompts, perhaps with Skinny/(young) Goodween if you feel like it? Sending you strength and love and hugs 🐻🐻
[smutty one-liners]
Irgendwie ist das... nicht nur schon wieder kein smut geworden, sondern zu allem Überfluss auch noch emotionally complicated und irgendwie bitter 🙈 Sorry bout that!
[read on ao3]
2. “Don’t act innocent when we both know where your mouth was two minutes ago.” + Skinny/Goodween
Seufzend sah Goodween sich in dem kleinen Motelzimmer nach seinen Klamotten um. Stand etwas widerwillig auf, während Skinny weiterhin nackt auf dem breiten Bett lungerte.
„Ich muss los, meinem Vorgesetzten Bericht erstatten“, erklärte Goodween, in vollem Wissen der Tatsache, dass es Skinny wahrscheinlich eh nicht interessierte, und schlüpfte in seine Boxershorts.
„Über alles?“, wollte Skinny wissen, das dreckige Grinsen unüberhörbar in seiner Stimme.
Goodween war dankbar dafür, dass er Skinny den Rücken zudrehte, sich sowieso gerade nach seiner Hose bückte, sodass Skinny sein Gesicht nicht sehen konnte. Es fiel ihm schon schwer, sich selbst zu erklären und vor sich selbst zu rechtfertigen, warum er immer wieder mit Skinny ins Bett ging, der zwar nur ein paar Jahre jünger war als er, aber eben auch ein stadtbekannter Kleinkrimineller. Aber Cotta ausführlich berichten zu müssen, was genau sie… nun ja, getrieben hatten, Cotta, der in so mancher von Goodweens heimlichen Fantasien auftauchte, würde ihn vermutlich im Boden versinken lassen.
„Über meine Unterhaltung mit einem Informanten, der mir zwar bestätigt hat, dass Wagner wieder in der Stadt ist, aber ansonsten keine weiteren Details nennen konnte“, widersprach er so ruhig wie möglich.
Von Skinny kam ein genervtes Geräusch. „Jetzt tu nicht so unschuldig, wir wissen beide, wo dein Mund vor zwei Minuten gewesen ist.“
Goodween schoss das Blut ins Gesicht und er war wieder einmal sehr froh darüber, dass das bei ihm nicht so stark auffiel. In der Tat wusste er sehr genau, wo sein Mund vor zwei Minuten noch gewesen war, schließlich konnte er Skinny immer noch auf der Zunge schmecken, hatte ihn so tief geschluckt, wie er konnte, Skinny seinen Mund ficken lassen.
Er streifte sein T-Shirt über. „Ich gehe davon aus, dass du genauso wenig willst, dass Cotta erfährt, dass du für einen Cop auf die Knie gehst, wie ich will, dass er weiß, dass ich es mit einem Kleinkriminellen treibe“, gab er kühl zurück. Ersteres war zwar an diesem Tag nicht vorgekommen, in der Vergangenheit jedoch durchaus. Und sie wussten beide, was Skinny blühte, wenn diese Information auf dem Revier die Runde machen sollte.
„Leck mich“, knurrte Skinny hinter ihm.
Sorgfältig überprüfte Goodween noch einmal, ob er alles hatte, vor allem Handy, Geldbörse, Schlüssel. Dann ging er zur Tür.
Wandte sich noch einmal um, der Anblick von Skinny auf dem Bett ausgebreitet, die langen, schlanken Glieder, die Tattoos aus der blassen Haut, die Zigarette zwischen den geschickten Fingern und giftiges Feuer in den Augen, erinnerte ihn daran, warum er sich auf diese Dummheit jedes Mal erneut einließ.
„Nächstes Mal wieder“, erwiderte er, bevor er endgültig das Zimmer verließ.
Kaugummis und Deo hatte er im Auto, wenn er zusätzlich bis zum Revier mit offenem Fenster fuhr, würden hoffentlich alle verräterischen Gerüche verfliegen, bevor er Cotta gegenüber treten musste.
#drei fragezeichen#goodween#skinny norris#my writing#ask#crazy-walls#thanks for the ask love <3#and the hugs <3#hope you like this even though it turned out a lot less lighthearted/banter-y than intended 🙈
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Basically didn't have winter this year, it feels like late spring most of the time and I don't like it but the warmer weather means I'm picking up my shuttle tatting and hand sewing more bc my hands sweat if I work on knitting or crocheting something bigger than a hat, currently tatting little pouches, flowers to put on barrettes for my hair and sampling tatted trim patterns to use on the underbust corset (mostly for back support but I want it to be pretty, also a stepping stone to me making an overbust corset for boob and back support) that I'm self drafting which will be partially machine sewn and partially hand sewn, also using old sheets to make some clothes like skirts and shorts with pockets and long enough to have my bits covered while running around and lollygagging "pirate shirts/" and trying to follow Bernadette Banners video (I know it's not a tutorial but it's easy to understand, fun to watch, and I don't need mine to be historically accurate)
Also trying to whittle my own tatting shuttles, hair sticks and making beaded fidgets
Also trying to start a garden for the first time in several years
@trice2599 @thegayestpossum
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TPOL!JK
“pssst, y/n?” whispers ji-ae who is shaking you from side to side to wake you up. “c’mon sweetheart. let’s go get your dress” she whispers in your ear and when you finally come to, you look at your alarm clock that reads 8:48AM. you yawn “we’re going dress shopping so soon?” and ji-ae nods before pulling you out of the bed. you look over to find jungkook but he’s already long gone. probably off to work, you think to yourself before going to jaemin’s crib and getting him together.
you bathe him, lotion him down, and pick out a cute matching outfit in his dresser before putting it on him. he’s sporting a cute gray nike sherpa coverall with the footies, a t-shirt underneath, and a white hat to match since it’s getting colder and colder by the day and you can’y afford for jaemin to get sick.
you take him downstairs, warm up his bottle, and put on sesame street for him to watch in his swing set. once it finishes warming, ji-ae comes downstairs already dressed and tags you out so you could get yourself ready.
of course, you wash up, brush your teeth, and style your hair in a high ponytail and sport another one of your juicy couture tracksuits with a pair of uggs. once jaemin finishes his bottle and you finish packing his bag, the two of you were off to a store to find a wedding dress perfect for you.
ji-ae is the one who takes the wheel as she claims to know a really good store with amazing wedding dresses. the store is 15 minutes away from the home and as promised, security follow the three of you and keep a close eye on you all.
“aaaahhhh! we’re hereeee!! aren’t you excited?”
“i guess” you shrug.
“having second thoughts?”
“no. just…nervous? what if there’s someone better for him? he said namjoon is the perfect guy for me and at that time he was. but what about him? what if he finds someone better than me but he finds here while we’re married and regrets ever—“
“now y/n, you know jungkook loves you a lot. he loves a little too much, honestly. i think he already found his perfect match, hell, he’s with his perfect match. one thing about jungkook is that he always follows his heart no matter what and no matter how many times his mind tried to steer him to a potential match, his heart always wanted you. he’ll never need to find his ‘perfect match.’ not when his soulmate is standing right here with a diamond ring on her finger and that tattoo, yeah i see it. i almost slapped jungkook for tatting your name and now you have his initials?! anyways…being nervous is normal but i promise, the two of you will be okay”
“thanks ms. ji-ae and maybe i’ll fix it up so you don’t hate it so much”
“yes, pleaseeeee! initials, names, anything with your partners LETTER brings bad luck. you ought to know that” ji-ae complains before getting out of the car and grabbing jaemin’s bag while you take his travel carseat and head inside the building.
the two of you look around for hours, well, you do because ji-ae is already grabbing dresses she thinks will look great on you. you try them on and like them but they just aren’t you, plus, they’re HELLA expensive. some wedding dresses are styled with actual diamonds, others are made from the richest silk and cotton and as much as you enjoy feeling like a barbie, you still haven’t liked any of the dresses you’ve tried so far.
so while ji-ae goes to try on dresses, you busy yourself with taking pictures of jaemin who is happily laughing and smiling at you. “c’mon man~ smile for daddy” you say and when you take one that you like, you send it to jungkook.
as you’re scrolling through your phone, you come across an old picture of your mother and father from their wedding day and the dress your mother wears is white with no straps.
you then take jaemin and walk around the store looking for a dress similar to your mother’s and when you do, you immediately take it and head to a room to try it on. “ms. ji-ae! ms. ji-ae! hold jaemin real quick!” you say before going in the room and changing into the beautiful dress.
“so, what do you think?” you ask ji-ae as you step out to show her the dress.
“oh my goodness. it’s perfect. jungkook will absolutely love it”
“i think so too” you agree.
speaking of jungkook, what is he doing?
here is the dress: https://www.babyonlinewholesale.com/white-sweetheart-mermaid-wedding-dress-with-tulle-shawl-g18631?source=google_ads&gad_source=1&gclid=EAIaIQobChMIiJDywYyagwMVzjetBh241AEsEAkYCSABEgLccPD_BwE
Jungkook is trying to make a decision.
What should he do? Should he just call Chaeyoung and ask her what she wants, what she really wants? And should he just kill her? But how, he could always barge into her home and end her with ease, but.. something in his gut is telling him not to make that mistake.
And he’s staring at the file on his table, his coffee is getting colder, Jungkooks hand is on his temple, rubbing his forehead, obviously, he didn’t get much sleep last night. Because he was thinking about what to do. He didn’t even hesitate when He killed his father, so.. why is he hesitating to kill chaeyoung and namjoon?
“AHHHH FUCK!” He bangs his fist on the table, Just then his phone buzzes, he reluctantly texted to see who’s texted him in it as soon as he sees your name pop up on the screen. He smiles,
If it’s possible, his big smile widens even more. Because it’s a picture of. Jaemin with his gummy smile, and there are quite a few wedding dresses at the background of the pictures so he concluded that you’re shopping with his mother right now.
And then gives him some type of relief, because the sooner you’re done with the preparations, the sooner he can marry you. And Jungkook wants so badly to see the wedding dress you’ve picked or will pick but… he has to be patient and can’t call you right now.
So jungkook quickly replies to your message with a ton of hearts, and then he’s stressed out again. He needs a drink. He’s thinking really hard, and he’s going to give them both one more chance before he decides to kill them.
First, it’s going to be Chaeyoung because he is way too angry to deal with your ex right now, and it’s not like chaeyoung doesn’t make him want to kill her with every interaction they have.
He is still got his phone in his hands, and he is not sure if calling her would be the right thing to do… but he has to.. just to get an idea of what she plans to do or wants.
Without any more thoughts, he’s dialing her number. Jungkook presses the phone to his ear and he’s waiting for her to pick up.
After a few rings, she’s finally picked up, maybe.. causing a rift or any kind of an argument between namjoon and her would be a great start.
“Hello. It’s me, I’m gonna make this really short. What is it that you want? And why did you bring namjoon into this?”
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oukido asked:
He greets him by pulling him down by the front of the shirt and planting a kiss on him. And then he's shoving a box in his hands. There's a new pair of reflective gloves in there, a brand-spankin' new hat, and a knitted red scarf made by Daisy.
Green smacks his backside. "Happy holidays, champ. Never forget what your real gift is though. Me."
Holiday season indeed. Green kisses him and shoves his ribs back into place with a box, and Red snorts, jaws like a Trapinch to try and catch him (he misses) leaving before he gets swatted strategically with his hands full so he can’t respond tit for tat. He can however, hip check Green into the wall and pin him there while he opens this box.
It’s a new hat, and reflective gloves. And Daisy’s signature knitting because Green’s sister has been making sure he’s had enough clothing to fill his closet since Green brought back the shabby corpse from the mountain.
He puts the gloves on immediately, tightening the straps along his wrists and showing front and back. Puts the cap on too probably fruitlessly and signs a double entendre that’s now impossible to miss with those high visibility gloves. Excellent. He can now make Green want to smack him from an entire field away.
‘Gift that keeps giving. You liked the mistletoe? Everybody was behind it.’
He grabs his tiny, arrogant, brilliant husband around the legs and lifts him up to chest height.
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riri girl are you breathing after seeing thom’s ig story?
like i saw and my first thought was “is riri breathing rn?”
cc i love u
IM AT WORK SO I LIKE HAVENT EVEN HAD THE TIME TO DISECT IT
but mans looks 10/10 gorgeous like holy smokes his styyyyy. and his waist is snatched, his hand tat is perfect, the hair peaking out of the hat—THE HAT. the shirt he's wearing under !! i wanna see the shoessss AHHH
im not okay
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🎁 What kind of gift would they give at birthdays? For ALL OF THEM.
OC ASK GAME
Sia has a couple of ways she could go. A generous gift card for a spa day might be one thing she'd give a friend, or one for a favorite shop. If you're really close, she'd figure out a way to get your measurements on the sly, and you'd end up with a beautiful, custom-made, bespoke piece of clothing in just your color.
Jon tends towards practical gifts, especially ones that lend themselves well to survival gear. A multitool with an engraved handle, or a set of cookware that works as well over a campfire as it does on a stovetop, or even a waterproof jacket. Something that he knows will be useful.
Nana finds odd but personal gifts for people. Little treasures from the secondhand bookstore or consignment shops, a really cool rock, a pair of silk ribbons with hand-tatted lace, a record from a band you've never heard of but love every note. Or a dead bird, some habits are hard to break.
Punch likes to either make something special for a gift, like his little clockwork toys, or have a special event be a gift. A trip to the seaside, tickets to a concert or sports event, or a night picnic when there's a meteor shower. He thinks special memories are as good of a gift as anything. Or, he might go the route of gifting a truly awful movie and offer to watch it together with you, so you can make fun of it together.
Mia will find out what fun little things you're interested in and exploit them. Have a favorite flower? You're getting a vaseful of them and maybe also stickers with them. Like a certain tv show? Novelty socks with the characters and a poster with a goofy quote from it. She leans towards pop culture-related gifts and tries to make it fun!
Bobby tries to find things off the beaten path. He'll get pieces from local artists or a cake from an independent bakery, or, like Punch, make an event into a gift. He's also the type that would make a charitable contribution in someone's name as a gift, especially if the recipients have any sort of favorite cause that he can help out. Or board games. Especially if they can play right away.
Joker is the one who will make your birthday dinner or a special birthday cake, if there isn't already something else planned. She might write a song for someone as a special gift, and play and sing it for them. She also would give hand-knit hats, scarves, or socks to special friends. She also likes to gift funny tee shirts to folks, or do like her brother does with the bad movies.
#twisted wonderland oc#sia sealponte#jon littlebear#nana katzen#punch carder#mia sealponte#bobby sherwood#joker carder#thanks for the ask!
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OMG CONGRATS ON 1.7 K!!!!!! Could I get a ship? If not totally fine….
I’d say that I am an ambivert. I enjoy going out and meeting new people, but also thoroughly enjoy just watching a show on my couch alone lol. I’m big into sports. Hockey is my #1, but I also love love love football, soccer (mostly my schools team lol), and I bandwagon basketball when the Celtics are in the playoffs lol.
I dress comfortably almost every day (mostly leggings, hoodies, tshirts, running shorts), but some days I like to wear something cute (like a dress or matching shirt and pants). I typically wear darker colors like black and navy blue because they match my skin tone better. My favorite thing to wear would probably have to be a nice bucket hat. I just think they are so fun and they make me feel like a bad*ss every time I wear one.
Some random facts about me is that I have a body pillow that I can’t sleep without, I’m an only child and I think tattoos are the sickest thing ever.
omg thank you so much hun !!
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i ship you with jake debrusk !
jake gives me a mix of both being home and going out so i can see you both having cute dates and socializing days where you just go out and enjoy one another’s company but then i can see you both also lounging at home when you aren’t feeling the vibes to leave the house ! your style- in my opinion really correlates well with jakes’, very adorable, comfortable and laidback ! he seems like he could be a sucker for tats so definitely see him getting some matching tats with you !!
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