#both were my Christmas presents 😌

[honeyandthunderstorms]

what if I wore my Charles Leclerc hat with my red bull jacket. what then

[majoryeager104]

Home for the Holidays

Summary: spending the holidays with one Touya Todoroki.

Touya/Dabi x gn!reader who grew up w Touya (childhood friends gotta be my favorite trope w him tbh)

fluff!

Warnings: language, implied murder (lol), crack behavior with a cheery twist bc Christmassss

a/n this has been in my drafts since early November lmao 😌

✦•······················•✦•······················•✦•······················•✦ Making cookies, buying presents, hanging lights, decorating trees, and drinking tons of hot cocoa was just a few of your favorite things about the holidays. But most times, you’d spend it with family, or, regrettably, alone.

That is, until Touya came back into your life.

When the two of you were kids, you’d always exchange gifts and enjoy the holidays together- he’d even attempt to make you hot chocolate whenever you came over and the wind brought a chill. But for a while, you’d thought you’d lost him. You’d been made aware of his accident only a few days before his funeral, something you’d never thought you’d have to attend so soon.

But, sometime after you’d gotten out of college- found your own place, settled in by yourself- he found you again, or rather you found him, because he knew where you were the entire time. It took you less than two seconds to recognize him in that dimly lit parking lot as you wandered out with your groceries, and this was something that both surprised and deeply touched him. Scars and all, he was still your best friend.

Needless to say though, you haven’t let him go since. It’s been a few months since then, and this was gonna be your first Christmas together in a long time. Even Touya was excited, though his expression of this fact was… not all there.

“Touya! Where have you been, I’ve been calling for hours!”

“Job. What is all this?”

he gestured to the various lights and Christmas decorations littering your apartment with a confused and almost disgusted expression, trying to hide the fact that these lights you’d hung were hitting him with wave upon wave of nostalgia. “I hung Christmas lights. without you. I tried to call but you wouldn’t pick u- what’s all over you!?”

“…blood”

“why exactly!?”

“job. You making cookies?”

He brushed off your concerns, a smirk on his stapled face as he kicked off his boots at your door and marched past you to the kitchen, where you’d been working on cookies for a while, prepping for a Christmas party with your friends.

“yes- ah! don’t touch”

you gently smacked his hand away from the freshly baked cookies, leading him to pout at you.

“what do i bother visiting you for if you won’t let me have cookies when you make em?”

“you’re here for cookies?”

“…is that a problem?”

After a few minutes of jabber back and fourth about cookies, you finally relented and let him have a few, a pleased little smile on his face when you did. Before you knew it, he’d popped a few ideas and now the two of you were bundled up with hot cocoa (that he prepared while chatting you up) and he was setting up a Christmas movie.

“Touya?”

“yeah?”

“I thought you were only here for cookies?”

You smiled as you spoke, watching him as he continued searching for a movie. His jaw tensed slightly, his eyes flickering with something much softer than you anticipated as he glanced back at you.

“well… maybe not just cookies.”

he started up your favorite Christmas movie, the one you always forced him to watch with you growing up. The one you two would cuddle up under blankets and watch all night as kids. Touya may be a villain, but he was a damn sentimental one.

“maybe i like your company…just a little bit.”

“awww you love me?”

You teased, a smile plastered on your face as he choked on his hot cocoa, glaring back at you, but you swore he was blushing a bit in the dim light of your newly set up Christmas tree.

“don’t push it, y/n… now shut up the movies starting”

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Merry Christmas/happy holidays everyone 😌🫶🫶🫶

Banner creds to artist! (If anyone recognizes the artist lmk)

[dickpuncherdraws]

okay hello this is kind of a long-winded story but your most recent zukka yuri reminded me of it

so i was in some kind of online lesbian situationship with this girl we'll call R, we tried to meet up irl like three separate times but one or both of us had to cancel each time. ANYWAY, over the summer i was rewatching atla and getting really hyperfixated on it, and i would send R these really rambly voice notes about it and she would respond despite having never seen the show. and like. i started shipping zukka

not really in the zukka fandom anymore (not because i don't like it or anything, just bc i've been swept up by a load of other hyperfixations lmao) but at the time i was a REALLY BIG FAN. like i was planning an entire rewrite of the show where sokka and zuko were girls. like it was severe. then miraculously i found your blog, the holy grail of zukka yuri. i sometimes sent some of your art to R just for fun on like whatsapp and shit. we kind of bonded over it??

then, christ. we had each other's adresses bc we were going to send each other christmas/birthday cards. i cannot stress this enough: CARDS. like i was fully certain on my bday i was getting a lovely CARD from R. so you can imagine my surprise when i got an entire package from another country. and like at first i was really excited bc in what crazy world does the girl you like send you a birthday present from abroad? then i opened it.

sitting on top of 2 novels was a cut out, on shitty A4 printer paper, of butch zuko.

i opened this in front of my MOTHER.

so i metaphorically shat myself, laughed the art off like "haha R must think i really like zuko! aha. ha" and then had to be normal while looking at the 2 entire novels she had sent me along with like a collage of magazine cutout flowers??? which was really beautiful but also a lot???

anyways, we're not really together anymore. the spark kind if just fizzled out.

but i just wanted to say sorry bc R probably didn't pay for a print or anything so chances are you didn't profit from this shenanigan which is a tragedy tbh.

i don't think R will ever see this but if she does... dude that was like the funniest thing to ever happen to me. in hindsight. at the time i had never been so embarrassed in all my life. lots of love? ❤

your art is amazing mr dickpuncher. yuri on.

sincerely,

anon

THIS IS SO FUNNY HELP 😭 the shitty printer paper cutout of butch zuko im fucking dead. bro i could never be mad about that LMFAO if anything i am so honoured that my art is being used to enable lesbian situationships 😌🫶🏽

[weirdprophetess]

Idk if I'm just so starved for Arcane content after all these years that I'm just making shit up but walk with me while I theorize about all the season 2 soundtrack vinyl colors

(⚠️ a bit of act 2 spoilers involving multiple characters btw ⚠️)

So the Hot Topic and International ones are both black and red swirls, and the Hot Topic one is obviously an Ambessa reference because those are the two main colors she wears. It does kind of remind me of the sequences where we see Warwick's perspective when he's running around, but I think it's more likely to be about Ambessa especially since she has her own variant of the soundtrack CD. Plus, when Ambessa was starting to be shown more in trailers and the official Arcane Instagram changed their profile picture to a red A, it was made crystal clear that red is her color. At first I was thinking it was a little curious that they'd make two color swirls with the same colors but when I realized the one that's mainly black has got to be for The Black Rose. The loops around the edges almost look like the petals of the rose design that Mel sees that makes almost a tunnel upwards where she's being held captive.

But the pink and blue. Those are young Vi and Powder colors if I've ever seen them. Both colors are present on both discs and swirled together because of how close they were at that point, especially with Powder seeing Vi almost as more of a mother figure than an older sister and her extreme dependency on her.

I think that the Diggers Factory ones are supposed to be the older them, with the pink changing to red for Vi because as she's gotten older, her hair is closer to red. In that one, each color gets one disc because they've been separated from each other for so long and quite literally have not grown up together. Maybe the white space in each of them symbolizes how they don't feel whole without each other. Vi's sole motivation of making it out of Stillwater was to get back to her sister and Jinx is constantly haunted by thinking Vi hated her and that she wasn't good enough to keep up with her. I also know the pictures aren't precisely what each of the vinyls is going to look like but I do find it interesting that the color blobs aren't centered for either of them. They're both close to the edge, as if they're still reaching out for each other.

But the thing I find the most interesting is the online store exclusive limited edition one (the one I'm getting for Christmas!!!)

I couldn't figure out what this looked like besides the blue obviously looking like Powder/Jinx hair type blue but no characters are really associated with the color yellow in this show and I was kind of stuck there until I realized that these are the colors that Warwick's eyes turn when Vander is in control.

And the season 1 soundtrack makes this even more interesting to me because that one only had one color vinyl. The pink swirl.

And I knew from the second I saw this that it was Jinx's Shimmer eyes which means both of the Arcane online store exclusive vinyls are the colors of a character's eyes: Season 1 is Jinx and season 2 is Vander/Warwick.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk 😌

[fairyhagmother]

(in response to the reply on the felixravinstills blog) In my defense, you both are doing a lot of legwork keeping her tag alive most of the time. Sometimes a fandom/community really do be two blogs, lmaooo.

(missed going through these blogs too!)

Hope it's not too early to start asking about her. I don't know if you or your friend ever went into detail into it, I missed a lot, but i vaguely remember there being talk about Gaul's backstory. How do you think her parents were like? Do you have any hcs as to how her relationship with them was?

(I sent this here but if your friend wants to give their two cents/their own hcs that'd be lovely. Two cakes situation.)

-Gaulnon

HI GAULNON! We missed you! I’m considering this ask my first Xmas present as it is four am here 😌 happy holidays / happy Christmas if you celebrate!

Personally I was sort of inspired by the fact that her name is taken from one of the territories annexed by imperial Rome to have her be from a plebeian and non-patrician background. Abyssal has her meet Maximinius ravinstill at the academy, I usually set their meeting later bc although I imagine her parents being firmly middle class, they can’t afford the tuition of a school on scholars row.

I imagine both her parents working at the university. For thematic reasons, Her father was a botanist (also bc then it gives gaul something to talk about with the grandmaam LMAO yay for the political aspects of the garden! Order can only be achieved through violence this is a thing all good rulers and gardeners know etx) and her mother worked at the head of a typing pool when those were still a thing in panem. I think they are both very smart but also remarkably normal and gaul resents their lack of ambition a little. Her inherited social status is probably the one thing she is ‘touchy’ about throughout her life and political opponents will bring it up to humiliate her (even tho I hc that plebeians rose in status post dark days due to their loyalty to the Capitol).

I think a lot about the misinterpretation of Hobbes, and how Hobbes was a mathematician and grew up surrounded by violence and fear and how he thought freedom should be readily sacrificed in the name of order. Did you know he was born premature? His mother was traumatised by the invasion of the Spanish forces and went into premature labour. Hobbes called fear his twin and I think abt it a lot. I mention this bc one does not internalise his type of politics (although he wasn’t actually an authoritarian in the way we would now define the term but. I’m getting carried away) without having been exposed to some violence of some kind. I’m not sure yet.

Only thing I know is that volumnia refuses to develop class consciousness. come on girl you can do it! Once I jokingly imagined Mrs gaul unionising the typing pool and volumnia being like my mother is so stupid.

Ok what was I talking about again? I think as a single child she was close to her parents, that they were perhaps both admiring and scared of her, and actually encourage a lot of her. scientific pursuits? I imagine she would dissect a dead pigeon on the kitchen table and her parents would just be like. Volumnia not in the food prep zone!!!!

[hotarutranslations]

Tohoku Rakuten Golden Eagles!!

Evening

Tohoku Rakuten Golden Eagles at, Rakuten Mobile Park Miyagi⚾️

There was a lot of support in 1 day⚾️

Clutch!!!!!!

And, He says he is good at drawing portraits, I received my portrait, as a present…🤍

I'm happy…🤍

Heyy, Gaokki is also there💙 Gaokki---💙 I'm happy💙

In the photo I'm holding him on my left side, Clutch was by my side the whole time today!

During the stadium MC, I was really holding onto Clutch while talking It felt safe…🤍

Before the EAGLES STAGE, Before the Ceremonial Pitch, Before and after Lucky 7, Clutch was always 👍🏻there, It was reassuring…🤍

Immediately after the EAGLES STAGE, I also met Switch💛 He did the "Nippon no Mirai wa WOWOW"💛 (TL: LOVE Machine lyrics)

Before and after Lucky 7, I was also with Clutchena-chan🩷 Watched the video afterwards, Clutchena-chan's legs were really soaring, its supperrr cool, right…

I received a portrait present from Clutch, and I also received a card from both of them It was super super cute…I'm happy…

It was a really fun, and fullll day

I'm really happy we were able to hold it😌🤍

I served the, ceremonial pitch but,

Since there is close coverage from behind the scenes!!! Please definitely watch it!!!

It was an honor to be taught by, Players Hayakawa and Koja.. Doing as I was told, having it fly straight, what is this, this is really amazing what is this.. I really understood it easily.. Practicing it was fun too..

Thank you very much, for giving me lots of advice🥲

Please definitely watch this on YouTube, everyone

Thank you very much, for everyone giving me lots of support, for the ceremonial pitch!

I although it looked like I was making a regretful face I had fun😂🤍

A lot of articles were written about it but,

With the heading "Frustration in One-Bang", Wit the heading, aah, it was a one-bang, They already know about, don't they lol

I maybe would have worded it a bit differently 🙊🙊lol (I immediately reflect on these things, and quick to say it publicly)

Thank you very much, for the many articles!

Did everyone enjoy it~~

Playing Pyoko Pyoko Ultra, at top volume at Rakuten Mobile Park Miyagi, it was a dream🥲🤍

I'm glad I brought the song🐣🤍

I caught a glimpse of it but, Was Switch, doing a Pyoko pose..? I realized this was happening, I'm happy

Appearing in a dance showdown on EAGLES STAGE🕺 Going on Rakuten.FM (I got to practice here..) Ceremonial Pitch Kanpai with everyone Stadium MC DJ Switch Midsummer Christmas Show Rakuten Eagles Lucky 7

What a day⚾️🫶🏻

I enjoyed Christmas in the middle of summer, I got to watch fireworks too, I got to dance to the team song with pompoms,

All of it was fun!!

Its too bad I wasn't able to do the "Washiho--" but, Please give me moreeeee support

I'm sorry I didn't do enough for it😕😕

I'll definitely come back and support!

Before graduating Morning Musume, In my precious hometown of Miyagi, I'm grateful to have been able to make such memories, I'm really happy about it🐣🐣

Thank you very much!

I hope that we'll have another connection again!

Really, watch this ok!!!!!!

Thank you very much for your support💙

Play▶️List

Debut song 48th Pyoko Pyoko Ultra~

I danced a lot on my own..

🕺

Graduation Announcement Blog🐣🪽

Hello! Station #531 I also talk about my graduation in this video

📺Sendai Broadcast "Ara Ara Kashiko"

I appear once a month as part of the AraKashi Family

The previous shows, and makings, are on OX VIDEO STORE!

📺Hello Pro Dance Every other Thursday at 11:30PM~

Thank you for following.. Instagram💙🩵

💿 August 14th new single✨ "Nandaka Sentimental na Toki no Uta/saiKIYOU"

⚾️Ceremonial Pitch

Rakuten Mobile Park Miyagi August 30th (Fri) I will be making the ceremonial pitch I will also be appearing in lots of events

Lets cheer at the stadium together⚾️

🪩Hello! Project 2024 Summer ALL OF US "Vega" "Altair" From July 13th~September 1st Traveling To 7 Cities Nationwide All Hello! Project groups are performing🔥

🪩Sawayaka Goro Birthday Event September 8th on the day of Goro-san's birthday🎂 I'll be appearing as a guest at the birthday event🎂

🪩"Morning Musume '24 Concert Tour Autumn WE CAN DANCE!"

Its Ishida Ayumi's last tour💙 I'm looking forward to seeing you

🪩"ROCK IN JAPAN FESTIVAL 2024 in HITACHINAKA" September 22nd GRASS STAGE 10:30AM~

→Tickets are on general sale

📻Morning Musume '24 Morning Jogakuin ~Houkago Meeting~

Airs Every Saturday, On Radio Nihon at 12:00AM~

Past Broadcast Episodes Are Available →Program Details

I visited as a guest🪽 "Sayashi Riho and The Time From Now On" presented by Meiji Bulgarian Yogurt

📻I visited as a guest🤍 Harami-chan no Harami Fan Radio♪

Web The Television

Tomorrow, again, the Aichi performances have been cancelled..

Its too bad but, Please, Enjoy the weather with peace of mind🍀

Also watch the dance videos a lot..!

see you ayumin <3 https://ameblo.jp/morningmusume-10ki/entry-12865613082.html

[milla-frenchy]

Bat, you have no idea how much my eyes fn sparkled when I got that notification when I woke up 🤩🤩🤩 I read it barely awake because I couldn't wait and felt like I had opened a Christmas present 🥹🥹🥹 and then I thought about it all day ❤️

I know, I know, I know, I am a total fangirl with this series. In fact, I think you're partly responsible for my sharing kink and I wanna thank you for that 😄

Thank you for this series, one of the hottest, one of my favorite, and I'm surely one of those who never forgot it - and I doubt I will ever forget it (in fact, I re read it regularly, for science 😌😌)

(I'm sorry I'm afraid it's gonna be a long ass rb)

He held your left hand in his left hand, and let his right wander up and down your body from shoulder to hip to ass and back again, making silent promises for later. On one pass he lets his hand drop further, past the hem of your dress to run his hand up the back of your thigh, brushing the back of his thumb over the soft lace of your panties.

I loved how Tommy held her (yes, I'm team Joel, but reader and Tommy are hot af)

Joel walked beside you, shielding you with his body from the passing cars, trying hard not to watch how Tommy touched you, trying hard to not feel jealous over someone who wasn’t exactly his, even if he had fucked you all day like you were.

And then, Joel shielding her, and all this sentence omg, I couldn't stop thinking about part 2, when he told her “I don’t think I can let him have you back.”

At the restaurant, you sat by Tommy, his arm draped over your shoulder as he talked and drank and ate his dinner, unaware of the way you had slipped off your sandal and ran your toes up the inside of Joel’s calf. Unaware of the way Joel cupped your heel and massaged your ankle with his calloused thumb while barely sparing you a glance over the table.

This. I love this so much. Maybe I shouldn't, I don't care, I just love it. It's fucking delicious, how they can't keep their skin from each other

And then, they both make reader feel their cocks, how hot was that!!

He thought about you, how you had looked so pretty earlier in the ocean, cheeks flushed from the sunshine, later flushed from how he had made you come on his cock. He remembered how you looked, your face, your body, your pussy. He thought of how you looked with his cum leaking out. He wondered if you could still feel him. He hoped you could.

Fuuuuuck...

He rutted against you, and you closed your eyes, you let your thoughts drift once again to Joel and the beach and the nectarine and the way he looked so handsome first thing in the morning.

I love your writing so much. If I close my eyes I see all of this

You almost didn’t hear Tommy. “Hmm?” You grunted. “You smell like him. Smell like Joel.”

Fuuuuuuck again. This is so good and I'm squirming on my chair while re reading it

“Here? You let my brother touch this pussy? My pussy?” He slurred. You nodded, a nervous floaty feeling in your belly and a growing heat in your core. Tommy nodded as if in understanding and plunged two fingers into your cunt. “Inside like this?” He pressed, and you nodded again. Tommy groaned at your admission and fucked you harder. “Just his hands?”

This, all this between them, omg this is so hot and filthy in the most beautiful way 🥵🥵

Joel sank onto the bed beside you, pressing close, running his hand up the top of your thigh to your hip, sliding it low over your belly then back up to pull you against him, arm banded just under your bare tits, and his lips on your neck. Tommy looked on, as if in a fog, and scooted to the side to make room for the extra body in his bed.

I'm speechless 🤯🫠🥵❤️😍

“Where? Where’d I touch you?” “My tits.” “Mhm,” Joel agreed and skimmed his palm over your nipples, “where else?” “My pussy.” “Your pussy. That’s right,” he covered your lips, sticky with arousal with his flattened fingers, rubbing firmly in a few sloppy circles before smacking them gently. “didn’t I take good enough care of this pussy today? You gotta have more?”

And then, this dialogue between them, like the one she just had with Tommy hgflqiu<gvcblk:g<e<fc

Joel’s hand covered your jaw and turned your face to him so he could kiss you with an air of authority, like he was the conductor of the symphony he and Tommy played on your body.

Again, your writing, hello?!! 😍😍

Before you could consider the finer points of that thought, a third finger joined the first two in your clenching hole, followed swiftly by a fourth. The stretch was tremendous, and you squirmed against the pinch.

OMG? 🥵🥵🥵

Tommy grunted when Joel repositioned, making room for himself between your slick smeared thighs. He scooted up, covering you in kisses, petting your hair, murmuring to you about what a cockhungry girl you were, how all you cared about was getting off, how you needed to be full all the time, how one dick wasn’t enough for a cumslut like you. You didn’t protest. How could you when you were stroking Tommy’s cock in your hand while Joel pulled your hips up and buried his cock in your insatiable cunt?

Jesus fuckin christ, Bat... this? I love this so much. My sharing kink is SO in love with you 🫠🫠🫠

Tommy’s brows knitted together, eyes flicking from the point where Joel filled you and where your hand wrapped around his turgid member. He spat on his cock, covered your hand with his and guided your strokes, his eyes going unfocused as he came. Drops of his milky seed spattering against your belly and chest. You slid your fingers through Tommy’s cum in a daze, scooping it into your mouth, leaving shiny streaks across your skin and pushing your tits together, reveling in the way Joel made you feel so utterly full.

And I am so in love with you too 😌😌😌

“What do you think? Think you can handle two of us? Let us both take care of you? Let us share you and spoil you?” Tommy squeezed your hand, Joel rubbed your arm, you looked between them, and smiled. “Yeah.”

I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!! Perfect ending, I'm so happy 🥰🥰🥰

I love this part, as much as I love the others, and I'm SO in love with these 3

Thank you, thank you, thank you, for sharing them with us ❤️🫶

Give It To Me Easy

Chapter 3 of Made Me Love You (The Bangfest)

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 Masterlist

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Joel Miller x f reader x Tommy Miller

Word count: 3.0k

Summary: 3rd and final installment of The Bangfest!

Warnings: SMUT, PIv, fingering, hand job, drinking, girlfriend sharing, not quite a threesome, jealousy, infidelity? Minor angst, shitty writing, poor proofreading, typos galore, foot stuff if you really squint. Dirty talk, little degradation, idk what else.

A word from the author: ok here we go. Last night at the hotel for these three. This story doesn’t end how I expected it to. It took on a life of its own, it took more than a year to finish, the plot is weak as hell, but here it is. Many, many thanks to everyone who read and remembered this story even when I kinda gave up on it for a while there. Major, major thanks to @milla-frenchy and @604to647 You’re the best.

Tommy picked a restaurant in walking distance from the hotel. It was nice to get out and walk in the breezy night air. It was balmy and salty and the wind was soft, ruffling your hair.

Tommy held you close, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, squeezing and rubbing your warm, slightly sunburnt flesh. He held your left hand in his left hand, and let his right wander up and down your body from shoulder to hip to ass and back again, making silent promises for later. On one pass he lets his hand drop further, past the hem of your dress to run his hand up the back of your thigh, brushing the back of his thumb over the soft lace of your panties.

Joel walked beside you, shielding you with his body from the passing cars, trying hard not to watch how Tommy touched you, trying hard to not feel jealous over someone who wasn’t exactly his, even if he had fucked you all day like you were. You were too nervous to look at him, sure that if you did Tommy would know what was happening. You weren’t even certain yourself what was happening. It was safer to keep your eyes away from that enticing shadow at your side for now.

At the restaurant, you sat by Tommy, his arm draped over your shoulder as he talked and drank and ate his dinner, unaware of the way you had slipped off your sandal and ran your toes up the inside of Joel’s calf. Unaware of the way Joel cupped your heel and massaged your ankle with his calloused thumb while barely sparing you a glance over the table.

“So what did y’all do today? You get some work done?” He raised his eyebrow at you in question.

“Yeah I worked a little then went for a swim, took a walk in the beach.”

Tommy’s expression pinched slightly, tilting his head he turned to his brother. “Y’let her go alone?” His tone was a mix of worry and accusation. It wasn’t what Joel expected. You hadn’t given much thought to your alibis.

Joel frowned into his whiskey “No, I was with her. Should have brought some binoculars.”

Tommy eased at the quick lie, a grin spreading across his face. “Yeah I bet you wish you had some binoculars. Find you a girl out there to pick up, huh?”

You were grateful that the conversation quickly turned to construction and deadlines and punch lists and budgets and anything besides you and Joel.

More drinks. Beer for Tommy, whiskey neat for Joel, and a rum and cranberry for you. Tommy pulled you in closer to his side, and let his hand slip between your thighs, squeezing and rubbing your smooth skin before guiding your hand to his lap, letting you feel him growing hard under his jeans. “Let’s go. Want to get you back to the room.” He mouthed at your neck, slurring slightly against your ear.

When Joel tugged your foot against his own straining length, you met his glassy eyes, and read everything behind them as if his thoughts were written there, bold and underlined. He nodded almost imperceptibly, and at Tommy’s urging you all shuffled out of the booth, and down the street.

Ambling along, Tommy leans into you with his arm around your shoulder, letting you carry some of his half-drunken weight. He’s warm and heavy, and he smells like sweat and beer and detergent. He whispers too loud, clumsily leaning into your shoulder, telling you what he wanted to do when he got home. “Baby. Been away all day. You miss me? You gonna ride me? You need me, baby?”

Joel is quiet on the walk back, making a few comments but mostly just scanning the street, chewing gum smacking as he trailed behind you and Tommy. The distance between you and him felt too great, he wanted you tucked under his arm, where he could lean down and kiss you and whisper to you, make you laugh and blush. He thought about you, how you had looked so pretty earlier in the ocean, cheeks flushed from the sunshine, later flushed from how he had made you come on his cock. He remembered how you looked, your face, your body, your pussy. He thought of how you looked with his cum leaking out. He wondered if you could still feel him. He hoped you could.

When you made it back to the hotel, Joel didn’t come to the room, he said he was going to get some air, go check out the poolside bar, and left you and Tommy alone. He needed to talk to you, needed to know how you really felt. Needed to get away from the sight of his brother with his hand on your tit as he crowded you against the door while you struggled to swipe the key card.

Once you made it inside Tommy was on you in a flash, mumbling and biting at your neck and shoulder, hiking up your dress to get his fingers under your panties. He wasted no time, nudging you toward your bed, slipping his hand into your panties to gather your wet arousal, sliding it over your clit. You were glad Joel wasn’t there to see it this time, how quickly Tommy could turn you on. “Take this off.” He pulled at the fabric keeping your skin from him. You wriggled out of your clothes. Before you could crawl up to the pillows, Tommy was on you, maneuvering you onto your belly and covering your body with his, caging your thighs with his knees and kissing you messily. His cock rested against your ass, hard and seeking friction.

He rutted against you, and you closed your eyes, you let your thoughts drift once again to Joel and the beach and the nectarine and the way he looked so handsome first thing in the morning. You almost didn’t hear Tommy. “Hmm?” You grunted. “You smell like him. Smell like Joel.” He didn’t sound angry or accusatory. He sounded…curious? You needed to see his face. His eyes would tell you everything you needed to know. Even drunk you could read his face like a book. You rolled and he made room for you to turn under him, he stayed above you, though, positioning his face right above yours, kissing you deeply, though you couldn’t feel it. Your heart had probably stopped.

You got a clear look at him in the lamplight when he pulled back. His eyes shone, black and deep and wet. He smiled weakly. “He touch you today? While I was gone?” You blinked, unable to speak, afraid you’d confess and ruin everything before you’d made up your mind what needed to be done. Abrupt chaos.

Words failed, and you nodded, slowly and without looking at him. “Yeah? You let him touch you? Couldn’t wait for me to get home?” You closed your eyes and shook your head, silently confessing all. You waited for whatever noise was sure to erupt. Yelling, wailing, suitcases flying into beds. When it didn’t come, you opened your eyes and found lust where question had been. “Tell me.” His warm breath on your shoulder, the drag of his lips along the skin of your neck. “How’d he touch you, baby?”

Words wouldn’t come, but you guided his hand to your breast, rubbing his warm palm over your nipple.

“He had his hand on your tit?” he asked, squeezing and releasing the tender flesh and furrowing his brows. “That all he did?”

You shook your head again and Tommy grunted, low and hard to interpret if he was upset or disappointed that you weren’t more forthcoming. “Show me where else.”

You took a chance. You knew Tommy liked for people to watch, and he seemed happy to let Joel fuck you when you were all together, but you worried this might be too far. You brought Tommy’s hand to your mouth and sucked two of his thick fingers wetly before pushing his hand between your legs. He took the lead and swirled your spit along with the spreading wet over your folds, pressing firm against your clit.

“Here? You let my brother touch this pussy? My pussy?”

He slurred. You nodded, a nervous floaty feeling in your belly and a growing heat in your core. Tommy nodded as if in understanding and plunged two fingers into your cunt. “Inside like this?” He pressed, and you nodded again. Tommy groaned at your admission and fucked you harder. “Just his hands?”

Now this is dangerous territory. Would it be crossing a line to admit you fucked Joel? That you didn’t make him wear a condom, that he had come inside you, that you came on his brother cock? You shook your head.

“Fuck. I should have known. Greedy son of a bitch. Should have known from the way he’s always got a semi when you’re around. One taste wasn’t gonna be enough for him and this greedy little pussy just can’t help it, can she?” He pulled his fingers from the warmth of your pussy and smacked your tender clit, making you yelp, on the precipice of an orgasm already. “Here I was, feelin sorry for you, leaving you alone all day with an empty pussy and you were back here givin it up for Joel and didn’t even send me a picture.” He wasn’t mad at all. He seemed proud? Maybe even turned on?

You found your voice and finally spoke, voice small and unsure. “Would you have liked that?”

Tommy dropped his forehead to your chest and sighed. “Would’a hated it, seeing you all get to have a good time and not get to get my hands on my girl. Fuck I-“

He was cut off by the opening of the door, and Joel’s sudden reappearance. Tommy turned his head to his brother, staring with glassy eyes at the man who helped himself to his brother’s girlfriend. Joel stood and flexed his hands into fists when he saw you under his little brother, naked, clearly in the middle of something. Jealousy burned up the back of his neck. He wanted to turn and leave, but then he noticed the look on your face, the width of your pupils, the way you bit your lip as you looked up at him from the bed. He noticed Tommy’s heavy eyelids, the smell of alcohol. He toed off his boots.

Joel sank onto the bed beside you, pressing close, running his hand up the top of your thigh to your hip, sliding it low over your belly then back up to pull you against him, arm banded just under your bare tits, and his lips on your neck.

Tommy looked on, as if in a fog, and scooted to the side to make room for the extra body in his bed.

“Did I interrupt something?” Joel questioned.

Before you could answer, Tommy spoke up. “Yeah, asshole. She’s just been telling me what yall got up to today. Sounds like she kept you real busy,” he punctuated his sentence with a pinch of your nipple, “ain’t that right?”

Joel hummed, unsure how much to confirm or deny. “We kept pretty busy.” He studied your face for any indication of what all you’d told your boyfriend.

“Must not have worn her out, though. She’s still beggin for more. Feel how wet she is just from tellin’ me about it.”

“What did you tell Tommy, darlin’?” Joel teased as he lifted your knee and settled it over his. You panted at his teasing, at being wedged between their two big, warm bodies, delirious when you felt them both hard.

“I told him how you touched me.”

“Where? Where’d I touch you?”

“My tits.”

“Mhm,” Joel agreed and skimmed his palm over your nipples, “where else?”

“My pussy.”

“Your pussy. That’s right,” he covered your lips, sticky with arousal with his flattened fingers, rubbing firmly in a few sloppy circles before smacking them gently. “didn’t I take good enough care of this pussy today? You gotta have more?”

You nodded, too caught up in the moment unfolding between you, your boyfriend, and his brother to form a response that wasn’t just a desperate, pitiful moan. It was enough, though. Enough to make Joel plunge two thick fingers deep into your soft pussy, back where you like him. Your body rocked with the force of his thrusts, and you thought of how much better his cock felt. His weight on top of you, his breath on your shoulder, and his cock filling you, showing you just how much you could take. You rocked your hips in time to the rhythm he set.

“Baby.” Tommy muttered as he watched, kneading your breast in his hand and leaning to kiss you, stealing your breath as Joel kissed and nibbled your neck. Tommy dragged his lips down your chin, scratching the delicate skin with his mustache, working his way down over your chest until he had your nipple in his mouth. You whined at the prickling sensation, your whole body flooded with warmth and wet. Joel’s hand covered your jaw and turned your face to him so he could kiss you with an air of authority, like he was the conductor of the symphony he and Tommy played on your body. You were just their instrument.

Before you could consider the finer points of that thought, a third finger joined the first two in your clenching hole, followed swiftly by a fourth. The stretch was tremendous, and you squirmed against the pinch.

“Too much?” Tommy’s voice rises above the blood rushing in your ears.

“Nah. She can take it. Has to if she’s gonna take more dick and I can feel her squeezin’ me.” They talked about you like you weren’t there. One of them thumbed your clit, the finishing touch that had you arching your back and crying his name.

“Joel!”

If Tommy was too drunk to notice, Joel wasn’t. “That’s my girl.” He soothed as you settled. Tommy slipped his fingers out, but Joel didn’t move, he let you ride out the after shocks of your orgasm on his hand and kissed you tenderly. “Now we’re gonna show him what this pussy really needs.”

Tommy grunted when Joel repositioned, making room for himself between your slick smeared thighs. He scooted up, covering you in kisses, petting your hair, murmuring to you about what a cockhungry girl you were, how all you cared about was getting off, how you needed to be full all the time, how one dick wasn’t enough for a cumslut like you. You didn’t protest. How could you when you were stroking Tommy’s cock in your hand while Joel pulled your hips up and buried his cock in your insatiable cunt?

Tommy’s brows knitted together, eyes flicking from the point where Joel filled you and where your hand wrapped around his turgid member. He spat on his cock, covered your hand with his and guided your strokes, his eyes going unfocused as he came. Drops of his milky seed spattering against your belly and chest. You slid your fingers through Tommy’s cum in a daze, scooping it into your mouth, leaving shiny streaks across your skin and pushing your tits together, reveling in the way Joel made you feel so utterly full.

You felt him everywhere, deep in your belly when he covered your body with his and pounded down with purpose. It was animalistic. He kissed your chest and wrapped his arm around your waist, grinding against your clit until you came. He fucked you through it, following close behind with a shudder.

After you cleaned up with tissues from the nightstand, Tommy pulled you into his heavy embrace, drunk arms enclosing you, letting you fall asleep one last time in your hotel, the future no clearer than the first night, Joel’s come dripping out of you.

Joel kissed the back of your head and returned to his own bed, finally satisfied.

•••••

You woke up early to pack and get a start on the drive. You took a shower, quicker than your prefer, and reminded Tommy to bring back coffee when he and Joel went out to pick up breakfast. Joel, quick and efficient was already packed. You tucked Tommy’s things into his suitcase and were zipping it when they returned.

“Look how good she takes care of me.” Tommy beamed, sweeping you into his arms and kissing you, dropping his hand to squeeze your ass under your sundress. Joel handed you your iced coffee, promising it was just the way you like.

Tommy led you to the truck and you sat shotgun while Tommy drove. The ride was peaceful, coffee drank, the radio tuned, and miles went by. Maybe you’d all pretend this week hadn’t happened after all.

Joel cleared his throat, and the men exchanged a look in the rear view mirror.

Tommy reached across the console to take your hand, pulling it to his lips to kiss your knuckles. “You know, sweetheart,” Tommy began, “me and Joel were talking about what a great trip this was. We had a real good time. I think you had a good time too.”

You nodded in agreement, unsure of what exactly you should say. Yeah I had a great time fucking your brother and he really want me to leave you for him. That would go great.

“Just cause we’re going home doesn’t mean we should stop having fun though.” Joel offered. “Me and Tommy had a talk and I told him I want to give you more.” He leaned forward over the seat, stroking your arm. “Do you understand me? I want you to be mine as much as you are his. In all ways.”

“Tommy?” You looked to your boyfriend for confirmation of all this. He looked at you, smiling shyly, hopeful.

“What do you think? Think you can handle two of us? Let us both take care of you? Let us share you and spoil you?” Tommy squeezed your hand, Joel rubbed your arm, you looked between them, and smiled.

“Yeah.”

[wayward-persephone]

OK but I’m lost in the thought of different Ethan Hawke characters and their reactions when you start to ask about Christmas and what their plans are.

Mostly Albert, Edward, and Arthur. What do you think? are they giving you presents? 👀❤️

(Wanna preface this by saying that I still absolutely LOVE writing for group preferences, however as my character list grows longer so does the time it takes for me to answer them because I like to make sure each character has enough detail.

So instead if you want to suggest a few characters instead like this than feel free!! I will more than likely post these faster just because of the fewer characters 😅)

Albert Shaw/The Grabber

Depending on his mood I think he would give you presents, but would just as quickly take them away if you do something to displease him or if you seem "ungrateful" for his gifts.

The basement would be horribly drafty in the wintertime so he would gift you a warm flannel nightdress for the nights he can't spend with you, complete with lacy undergarments of course, and a fleece blanket in your favorite color. He would then make you both a special Christmas dinner and eat with you down in the basement, you in his lap so he can handfeed you, and would then want receive his "gift" 😌

Edward Dalton

Would have no idea what to get you and inwardly panic the entire time. Asking his co-workers what they were getting their humans and spending hours scrolling online and staring helplessly through department store windows. He would definitely buy way more than you expected and if he could blush he would when you see just about the entire tree covered with presents for you. Anything you mentioned he got it for you, either in passing or something you gushed about or something you didn't even realize he was listening to you about, and his happy purring is loud enough to hear from across the room as you open each and every gift.

Arthur Harrow

He would absolutely love to give you presents year-round so Christmas would be no exception. He would always find you the perfect present. No matter if you told him exactly what you wanted, of course he would get you that too, but he would find you something you didn't even know you wanted. And then he would be so humble about it afterwards but his shoulders would be back and his chest puffed out like a proud peacock.

[blissfulparker]

Ma'am this hasn't left my mind since he said it but there is is some random interview from last year and tom says that when he was younger he used to open his Christmas presents on his partners bed with his brothers

But like imagine tom doing that with his own kids in the 🥺🥺🥺🥺

And shall this be the first holiday blurb😌

There was a weight on your chest. Not from your child, not from your sweet pup that laid at the end of the bed, no, From your husband.

A faint patter of feet went back and forth between the hall leading up to your door. Christmas got earlier every single year as the kids bolted in and jumped on the bed. Throwing wrapping paper all over the place and losing their toys in the sheets.

“If we lay very still, they will go away.” Tom mumbled against your chest as he took a deep breath. His eyes red and sleepy from the rough year he had. He had three weeks for Christmas and then he was off again for a new project.

“That is awful Tom, it’s Christmas.” You tease and poke his side making him groan.

“We spoil those kids, they can wait two more minutes for mummy and daddy to wake up.” He pressed a soft, lazy kiss to your collarbone as he moved off of you and stretched out his arms.

His arms find their way to wrap around you as he presses kisses all over your face. Scrunching your nose and trying to hide the smile, you playfully push him off as he finally says,

“Merry Christmas, darling.” He presses one last peck to your cheek before rolling over to get his glasses.

“Merry Christmas tom.” You reach for his hand to press a kiss over the ringed finger. He smiles, tempted to crawl on top of you and make his kids wait but instead he knows they will be pounding at the door once an ounce of sun shines through the windows.

“I’ll make the coffee, you grab the presents?” He offers and you nod as you roll yourself out of bed.

Tom swings open the bedroom door to find three kids waiting with large grins on their faces. All who looked almost identical to tom when it came to facial features, although your eldest son had your hair.

“Santa came last night! I saw him!” Only four, your daughter giggled as her dad picked her up and carried her to the living room.

“You did? I missed him this year, maybe next year huh?” He kissed her cheek and so the morning began.

Each kid brought their presents to their parents room and both you and Tom handed them one to open. Wrapping paper and new toys littered the room.

“We did pretty good this year huh?” He leans over on you and you hum as you watch your son try and figure out the remote control car, praying he doesn’t crash it into the vase in the corner of the room. The vase that already had to be replaced because Tom broke it last year with testing out ‘web kit’ he got your daughter.

“With presents or with kids? These kids better not ask for anything until at least March.” You tease as there were far too many toys.

“Kids. I meant kids.” He kissed your shoulder. “There’s still space for another stocking on the fireplace…” he grows as soft smirk and his hand teases at your side.

“I would like another dog. Or maybe a cat.” You joke and he rolls his eyes.

“You know what I mean.” He lets his hand rub over yours. He loves the kids, in a way, you gave him the best gift ever as you have never seen him happier than he is with the kids. Two girls and a boy.

Although while tom was getting ready to stop Harper, your youngest, from snapping off her new dolls head trying to change its clothes. You had the best present sitting in your bedside table, wrapped lazily in a plastic bag and Spider-Man wrapping paper. Next year you two would need a bigger bed to add a fourth member.

[septembersghost]

me listening to Elvis: this music is so wholesome and fun and nice why did people have a problem with it? me listening to Steamroller Blues: they let him sing this on the radio? 😳

ASFASHSDHSDKGLJHS

he's only singing about sharing his love for the rhythm and blues, whatever do you mean? 😌😏

the funny thing about that song, which is a much later one from him, is it was originally written by james taylor as a parody: "[He] had heard one too many pretentious white blues bands and wrote 'Steamroller' to mock them." but something about the vocal of the cover sells it.

a lot of subversiveness in old music was subtext (especially like anywhere from the 20s-60s), but it was still enough for certain people to get mad about. then with elvis, add in the forbidden wiggling (how dare! there should not be suggestion of rhythm onstage! what if it conjures...sexiness?! 😱), the pervasive idea of some level of sinfulness that was associated with rock and roll, and the underlying racism towards r&b that extended to anyone presenting it to a mass audience, and you get, well, trouble.

on the personal side of this, my maternal grandparents were both teachers and very faithful people, so despite their deep love of music (and musical theatre of the day) and living in california, they were quite conservative about what was acceptable. my mom was a child when elvis' career first took off, but a teenager when he made his comeback, and she wasn't allowed to listen to/watch him, because, you know, hips and rock music! she wasn't allowed to listen to the beatles (that shaggy hair!), and though they listened to the radio, they disapproved of artists like frank's "lifestyle" (they kind of saw him as a gangster lmao), marilyn was scandalous, and so on. they did let her listen to the beach boys, because they were so nice and clean cut (hilarious irony given what was going on behind-the-scenes, and what's more is elvis' faith and overall personal beliefs probably would've been something they'd have liked). my grandpa had an incredible baritone and was offered a record contract when he was young, after he came back from wwii, but turned it down because he believed his voice should only be used in church to uplift the lord. my mom was asked to do a screen test in highschool and they wouldn't allow it. i think all the time about how different their lives might have been (i wouldn't exist to comment, but that's not a great loss to the universe lol). my mom actually shocked me this christmas when she told me she couldn't remember them ever listening to secular holiday music growing up. this wasn't true by the time i was a kid! i loved my grandparents very much and was lucky to grow up so close to them and know them well, some of my favorite memories are watching old films and listening to music with them, and maybe it was because i was a grandchild so they could be more open, but my grandpa in particular always wanted to know what i was reading or listening to, and i shared so much with him. i vividly remember playing the phantom cast recording for him and how he enjoyed it, how he even listened to 'n sync with me (he especially liked their acapella rendition of o holy night). so much of my appreciation for musical theatre and classic cinema started with them, it just stretched far beyond what they tended to gravitate towards.

meanwhile, my paternal grandmother was a total sponge for the culture, she loved all types of music, movies, and theatre, and they were in brooklyn so closer to that nyc melting pot and broadway. she worked for composer frank loesser for a while, she met a young barbra streisand, she loved frank and bing and tony bennett, all the crooners of the day, she at least liked elvis' ballads, she enjoyed the romantic comedies and the noir. so my dad had all that growing up, and then he was a huge beatles fan. my dad introduced my mom to sinatra's and streisand's work and they jointly passed that on to me, while she gave me the beach boys and fleetwood mac and carole king and the carpenters and james taylor, and he gave me things like the hits of the beatles and elvis and was my introduction to interest in marilyn. i'd hear whitney and mariah and celine with my mom, and reba and the judds and george strait with my dad. but somehow the old things really stuck and are what i ended up expanding on my own (and it probably says something about me psychologically that i held onto the things i could bond over with my dad because we are such different people, whereas my mom and i are alike and she often ends up loving everything i love anyway). i'm always grateful for those early sparks of passion and seeds that i got to water and cultivate and let blossom in my own love of various art.

tl;dr this reply got so away from me but yes, in hindsight and given the many boundaries that have come down in art and expression today, it's hard to imagine why certain seemingly innocuous things were considered so spicy back in the day. and while the culture is ever-changing, those foundations and what was beautifully created and impactfully shifted as time went by still has a powerful presence and ties into so much that continues to exist, and that's part of why much of that music and many of those films are evergreen to me.

[simp4ace]

forever and always ~ Portgas D. Ace x reader

a/n: Merry Christmas! This is a surprise gift for @fireflykaizoku ❤❤❤ Thank you for being one of my first friends here on Tumblr and thank you for always supporting me🥺💖 You are so sweet and kind to me you never know how much your words had affected and brightened my day😌💕 I adore and treasure you so much I don't know how can I even express it so yuh here, I wrote a special fic only for you😍 I hope you'll enjoy this short scenario of y/n and Ace (and WB crew) celebrate Christmas at the beach hehe (yes, I was not asking you that out of curiosity, sorry for lying👀) AND I WANT TO WAIT UNTIL CHRISTMAS BUT NOW I HAVE TO POST IT BEFORE YOU FINISH YOUR RESEARCH AHDCJSDGCHJ😂😂😂❤❤❤

summary: Partying and dancing with the love of your life 💖

Also thanks to @the-witch-of-one-piece for beta-reading hehe! ❤

"I want to see some snow!"

You said, for a thousand times already. Observing the familiar scene in front, with bright blue sea, golden sunshine, and warm white sand, you couldn't help but sigh heavily. It was Christmas, for crying out loud! Where were your snowflakes and freezing air? Where was your Christmas tree, with beautiful and shining decorations on it, and a pile of presents underneath? Why everything you could see here was endless lines of palm trees?

"It's Christmas! Why can't we go to a winter island and enjoy this day there? Haven't we had enough of the ocean already? We live on the sea every day!"

You whined, looking up at your boyfriend with puppy eyes, hoping that would melt his heart. Ace looked back at you lovingly, but his big grin didn't show any sight that he was moved. The freckled was topless as usual, but this time, he's swapped out his shorts for a pair of bright red swimming trunks. Okay, red could have a Christmas vibe, sure; however, you still couldn't stand the scenery around you. It was no Christmas-ish at all.

"But y/n, you can't ever have enough of Mother Sea! Plus, it's been a long time we haven't go to the beaches!" He said gleefully.

"Yes, and this time we even found an isolated island where no marine is around! Don't you think it's perfect?" Thatch jumped in.

Their face was all beaming with unnecessary enthusiasm; what idiots! You glared at Thatch, crossing your arms across your chest in disagreement.

"No. In fact, I don't see any reason why you people should enjoy going to the beaches. Especially when no one in this crew knows how to swim."

Both men look shocked as if they just realized it now. Thatch put one of his hands to his chest, pretending like your words have hurt him deeply.

"Oh my God, Ace! Did you hear them?"

"Aw, come on y/n! It's going to be fun!" Your boyfriend looked at you pleadingly, and your lips twitched as you saw his adorable pout. He knew your weak point very well, this man.

Other members of the Whitebeard crew stood around you guys, anxiously awaiting your final decision. You noticed that they are all already dressed in bathing suits. Marco had a cute floppy hat hanging around his neck while Haruta clutched tight onto a duck-shaped float. Even Izou has had his sunglasses on, and you couldn't deny he looks extra hot in that. (sorry Ace)

Sighing, you looked back at Whitebeard, who had been silent until now and just lovingly watched over his cubs.

"Pops?" You sounded somewhat imploring, and Pops laughed at your tone of voice. He gave you a knowing look.

"My child, you know you can't beat them! Gurarararara! Just enjoy today to the fullest, alright?"

He added, seeing your broken face in sympathy.

"We will find an isolated winter island next year. And I will decorate a Christmas tree only for you, child."

And that settled things. You hugged Pops tight and pecked a quick kiss on his cheeks.

"Thank you! Only dad loves me!"

Ace was just waiting for that. He excitedly pulled your hand to join him as the rest of the crew swam across the beaches, cheering loudly. The sun was shining more brightly than usual, and above the sky, a few white clouds drifted by idly. You could hear the waves crashing among the cheering of your friends, felt the salty breezes caressing your skin, and instinctively you laughed out loud with your boyfriend. It was such a joyous day, anyway. There was no reason to be sulky and grumpy forever.

And just like the Oldman advice, you had truly enjoyed the day to the fullest. It was such a fun day off, no navy chasing, no enemies lurking around, just you and your precious comrades frolicking all day in the warm golden sun. There was a watermelon slapping contest (everyone had to stop Ace before he smashed someone's head before reaching the target). There was also a volleyball match on the sand. At first, it was just for fun, but in the end, the boys were all enraged and turned it into a fiery battle between devil fruit powers. And Ace even made you a pretty sandman but ended up falling right into it and ruining it all.

You had too much fun that you didn't realize when the sun had already set. Night came, covering the sky with endless glittering stars, and on the beach, everyone had already made a great bonfire. And when it comes to a campfire, it means partying.

Thatch prepared several Christmas-related dishes for the party, as a way to make up for your lacking holiday atmosphere. There were tiger prawns with chermoula butter, stuffing balls, oyster stews, cioppino, salads, and for desserts, he made an enormous Yule Log, cranberry tarts, and lots of gingerbread man. You were grinning ear to ear and enjoying the treat when Ace came over and sat right next to you.

"Your smile's so big I can't even see your eyes anymore." He commented jovially.

"These are delicious," You replied simply, "Here, try some! Say ahhh!"

Ace looked at you suspiciously as you held a piece of tart cake high, gesturing him to open his mouth.

"Wahh! What's got into you, y/n? You've never shared your food."

You rolled your eyes dramatically.

"Right. I only not share with you. But today is a special day, and I'm in a good mood, so open your mouth quick before I change my mind."

Ace chuckled at your attitude and obediently chomped down the special treat that was holding under his nose.

"Uhmm, yummy!"

"And that's the only piece for you."

"I did not come here for that; why are you so cruel, babe." He made a feign hurting face, and you couldn't help but giggle a bit.

"So what do you want, Portgas?"

"Dancing! Come dance with me, baby!" Ace said with sparkles in the eyes and the brightest smile ever. He didn't wait for your response nor give you a chance to refuse, pulling you right up and into the heart of the party where everyone was dancing and singing around the campfire.

You felt the heat of the fire dancing against your skin as you both approached it, or maybe it was Ace's body warmth as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in so close that you could sense his abs on you. Your hand automatically went around Ace's neck as he started swaying you around slowly.

"I haven't finished eating yet." You faked a complaint, and your boyfriend's smile went even wider.

"I'll make it up for you." He promised, pressing a quick peck to your forehead.

"How?"

"I don't know yet, maybe next Christmas?" Ace sounded not too convinced, and you laughed with his words. Oh, how he loved the sound of your happiness, love how melodious and lovely it was for him.

"I don't believe you, firefly. No, especially when it comes to food."

You two rotated in a slow waltz move, which was strange regardless of the vibrant music around. It was as if you were dancing in your own universe, despite everything else in the world.

As if you were dancing to imaginary music that only existed for the two of you.

As if only the flickering warmth from the bonfire and the starlight in Ace's eyes were substantial.

"Then how about...I'll make you a snowman, a real big one when we come to a winter island next year?"

"I'm afraid that you will eventually destroy it as you did to my poor sandman this year."

"I won't," He said quickly, and his eyes became dreamy all of a sudden, "And the year after next, I'll decorate you a Christmas tree, too."

"Oh?"

"And the year after the year after next, I'll, I'll buy you a surprise present."

"It won't be a surprise anymore if you already say it now, idiot." You said, feeling his forehead slowly drop and rest itself against yours. You were too close now, only a breath away from each other.

"And the year after the year after the year after next, uhhh," He hesitated, perhaps running out of ideas.

"I'd love some candy canes." You suggested.

"And hot chocolate?"

"And maybe you could dress as a Santa Claus."

Ace grinned at the idea.

"I'll put your present into the stocking."

"I'll buy a reindeer cosplay. I'll have a red nose." You started to dream about the future with him. It was so lovely, yet a bit wild, to look into the distant future with your loved one, knowing that you two will still be together next year, the year after, and perhaps even longer than that, perhaps even ... forever.

Ace seemed to love that thought.

"You will look so cute, and I will want to kiss you passionately."

"You can kiss me now if you want." You told him, half-jokingly.

"Yeah? Why, yes, I would do it right now, and do it tomorrow, and do it next month. I would do it next year, the year after that, and so on. I would do it every day, everywhere, and forever. I would kiss you forever."

"Forever sounds a bit scary, though." You replied, a bit timid even though sweetness was washing over your soul. Your boyfriend might not very trustworthy when it came to food, yes, but with things like this, you knew he always meant it with all his heart.

Ace looked at you affectionately before dipping down, covering your lips with the passionate kiss he promised; his words still ringing in your ears before every other sound was washed away.

"Not with you, babe. If it were for you, I would love you forever. Forever and always."

[brick-a-doodle-do]

Ohhh you got any Christmas headcannons for your aus? To get into the holiday spirit😂😂 Tinies are just perfect elves or i just imagine borrowers with humans unware of their existence get tiny presents from the tinies in their house, finding and returning something they lost as like a christmas miracle for angst/comfort😌😌

christmas headcannons for my aus you want, christmas headcannons for my aus you'll get :)

christmas vacation 2(?) but it's crashed au!! the three of them have a pretty good idea of when they crashed (tommy & tubbo both have phones that survived (they're dead by now) so they kept track of the calendar for a while until it just became a thing they wrote down elsewhere

SOO naturally they got very excited for christmas time :] while everything was pretty much shit in the three of their lives, tommy and tubbo were persistent in at least trying to make it festive >:D

also the cooler weather makes a greeeeeat setting for noms to happen : )

i seriously don't talk about this au enough but SOMETHINGS BREWING AU AT CHRISTMAS

potions and magic to make christmas decorations and the two of them putting away the fact that they're stuck just for a day so they can decorate >>>

and also wilbur has picked up the hobby of cooking so baking doesn't come far after idk i think that them making christmas desserts together is a cute thought :']]

also the two of them totally make cool potions for each other for presents >:)c

the easiest to think of it tiny workers au!! the park is all decorated, the tinies are all dressed up it's FESTIVE >:D

also wilbur would definitely rent out tommy for a few days so he can spend christmas w/ the three of them (bonus if beeduo comes along <3<3)

HMMMM WHAT OTHER AUS DO I HAVE

that is it for now because something happened and my brain shut down and my responses are becoming terribly slow </3

come back tomorrow i may be a bit more into everything :D /lh /nm

OKAY ONTO YOUR IDEAS !!!

uhm YES i love the idea of this

but something rlly sparked from your elf idea so have this!!!:

wilbur is extremeeeeely lonely. he's like classic fucking depressed shit who lives in a tiny apartment all alone with no social life and a standard lifestyle of work eat sleep repeat :D

tommy is a borrower, who's always been oddly intrigued by human stuff, collecting tooons of random shit when he finds the time to. and alongside this interest in human things, is human traditions !! in fact, he's very aware of the fact that christmas is less than a week away, and can't help but notice that while the city and other residents are preparing for it, his human is just continuing like normal.

he finds a box of christmas stuff in the small attic in the apartment, and takes it upon himself to try and slowly hint to wilbur that he should at least try and be festive

so he tries, and tries, and tries. for days, until christmas eve arrives and still, wilburs apartment is still just as it was.

so, while wilbur is asleep that night, he makes sure that his needs are met and does his absolute best at decorating (which he actually does a pretty good job at, considering the alone time and the fact that he's fairly creative)

wilbur wakes up, comes out, sees the decorations, and is at a complete loss of words.

much to tommy's dismay, turns out wilbur was completely aware of the fact that a borrower was trying to get his attention. he just thought that the guy had grown hungry or something close to it, and ignored it for a while. until christmas day, where he now engages in conversation with tommy and ends up meeting him :D

also it's very important that you know tommy gave wilbur a gift, which was a box full of a TON of crap he'd lost over the year and tommy had collected :) safe to say that wilbur was thankful and did take some things back, but ultimately ended up giving the majority of the things (like paperclips and random notepads) back to the borrower so he could push his curiosity and creativity along nicely :)

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

So, I am stealing this idea from my girl Christine, who sent me our own version of 20 questions to get to know each other better. I don't know if you want to do this 'publicly' (or at all...) but here are my ridiculous questions for you:

1. What was your favorite subject(s) in school?

2. What fandoms are you part of other than wretling?

3. Top 5 wrestlers?

4. Summer or winter?

5. Favorite color?

6. Favorite band/singer?

7. Celebrity crush (no wrestlers)

8. Name 3 wrestlers you can't stand (and why)

9. Favorite movie?

10. A place you want to visit?

11. Do you collect anything? If yes, what?

12. Halloween or Christmas?

13. If you could switch bodies with someone for a day, who would it be and what would you do?

14. Favorite song?

15. Favorite thing to do in your free time (besides writing)

16. Do you have pets? If the answer's no, would you want one?

17. What did you want to be when you were a kid?

18. Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

19. What's something you own that means a lot to you?

20. Favorite book?

I'm excited for your answers!

1. Umm…. Probably history

2. Supernatural and Teen Wolf are the top two 💕

3. Finn Balor, Eddie Kingston, Josh Alexander, Zack Sabre Jr., The Miz. I wasn’t sure if you meant past, present, or both so I went present to be safe. 😌

4. Between those it would be Winter ❄️ I love being snuggled up under the covers with hot chocolate/cocoa

5. Teal or turquoise 💙

6. Singer(s) - Kelsea Ballerini, Reba McEntire, and Dolly Parton, band - Arrows in Action and 5SOS 🎤

7. Chris Evans 😍🤤

8. I don’t think I really have any wrestler I can’t stand. I have some I don’t particularly care for though. Darby Allin, Thunder Rosa, and Shida. The reason being is because, no matter how hard I try, I just can’t connect with them if that makes sense. Like they’re great wrestlers and all, but I’m just indifferent to them I guess is the word. 🤷🏻‍♀️

9. The Princess Bride 👑

10. THERE’S. SO. MANY!! My dream is travel, but if I have to pick one, lately it’s been Italy 🇮🇹

11. Not recently, but as a kid, it was rocks and stuffed animals 🤣

12. HALLOWEEN 🎃 👻

13. Probably my cat. She’s living the best life: sleeping, eating, playing, being spoiled 💅🏻

14. How much time do you have? 🤣 If I have to pick it’s Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado and I have no clue why either. It’s always gotten me hype 🎶

15. Listen to music and get caught up on my tv shows 📺

16. Yes! A one year old cat named Hazel 🐱

17. So many things! A scientist, a teacher, a veterinarian, probably more 🤣

18. A better paying job and married with a couple kiddos 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

19. Probably this stuffed dog. It was my mom’s when she was a kid and passed it down to me 🐶 or my great-grandmother’s sister’s Bible 📖

20. Any of the Goosebumps books or the Percy Jackson series 📚

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

Alex’s Christmas Sleepover 2021 [CLOSED]

Heyyyyyy, guys!! I decided to do a little sleepover type thingggg. This will be my first one ever, so I’m really excited for it!!

So, here’s how things will go. Below, I’ll have listed the characters that I’m currently comfortable writing for, as well as different symbols relating to christmas and whatnot. You get to choose if you want a moodboard, story, or both, as well as what character or characters you’d like in it. If you want a story, you get to choose what type of story (smut, angst, fluff, comfort, etc. as well as any combinations) as well as if you’d like a shorter story (Around 500-1,500 words) or a longer story (Around 1,500-3,000). You then get to also add in any of the christmas symbols that I list and voila. I shall create something for you 😌

I do ask that you go through this whole post in order to create your request. Also, if you want a specific version of a character (ie, Emo!Wanda, Civil War!Bucky, Blonde!Nat, etc., etc..), then please let me know!! You can just fill out the information below and let me fill in the blanks with whatever comes to my mind or you can give me a specific scenario along with the other things as well, it's entirely up to you!!

Duration: 12/20/21 - 01/03/22

Type:

📖 - Character(s) x Reader

👩 - Female, Transfemale

👨‍🦱 - Male, Transmale

🏳️‍🌈 - Enby, Other (Please specify)

🚢 - Character(s) x Character(s)

Characters:

✪ - Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier

⍟ - Steve Rogers/Captain America

⎊ - Tony Stark/Iron Man

⧗ - Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

४ - Loki Odinson

🕸️ - Peter Parker/Spiderman

➳ - Clint Barton/Hawkeye

ᱬ - Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch

⩔ - Sam Wilson/The Falcon/Captain America

For:

✍ - Story

Length:

📈 - Long

📉 - Short

Type:

😘 - Smut

🥰 - Fluff

🥺 - Comfort

😔 - Angst

💀 - Dark

🗡 - Mafia

😊 - Cute

😍 - Flirty

🌇 - City

🌄 - Country

🏖 - Vacation

💒 - Married/Wedding

💍 - Engaged

🐹 - Pets

😝 - Silly/Weird/Crack

😴 - Sleepy

🤒 - Sick

🥳 - Party

🤰 - Pregnancy

🍼 - Baby/Kids

⚔ - Era AU (Specify which, please, 1800s, 1860s, 1940s, 1980s, etc.)

🏍 - Bikers

👻 - Spooky

🦇 - Vampires

🎒 - K-12

🏫 - College

These were all the ones I could think of, but if you had others in mind, that's perfectly fine as well!

🖼 - Moodboard

📸 - Number of Pictures

🌈 - Color Theme

🧱 - Background Color

🚫 - No Background Color

Christmas Symbols:

🎄 - Decorated Christmas Tree

🌲 - Non-Decorated Tree

🎁 - Presents

🎅 - Santa Claus

🤶 - Mrs. Claus

🧑‍🎄 - Elves

🎶 - Caroling

🕯 - Christmas Lights

⭐ - Stars

❄ - Winter

☃️ - Snowman

☘ - Mistletoe

🔥 - Fireplace

🍽 - Food

🍪 - Desserts

🦌 - Reindeer

🛷 - Sled

🧤 - Gloves

👒 - Hats

😌 - Blankets

👕 - Sweaters

Again, if you can think of any others that you would like to use, I am perfectly fine with that!!

I am about to go to sleep as I write the end of this but once I wake up in the morning, I will be diving right into any requests I get!! If you decide to participate in this, then thank you!! I don't expect many people, but I shall hold out hope for at least a person or two to participate in this with me 😌

[princess-of-riviaa]

Merry Christmas, Princess. What are your plans for the day? Where are you going to be? 😌

I think only one of the gifts I got for you is in the realm of what you’re thinking. 😉

And fuck, baby. I want that so badly. And then I’d repay the favor tenfold. Seeing you tied up for me would be the best present right now 😉😈

-Henry

I just cooked breakfast for my fam ☺️ so they will probably be at our place for a few more hours and then I have to stay here for the afternoon to do work. My boss needs the paperwork by Monday and I haven’t even started, I’m so stressed. I wish you were here to give me a massage cuz I could use one, and we both know how much I love your hands on my bare skin 👀

and I may or may not have found that present in the drawer, and I was very tempted to use it but I decided to save it for when you come home. Luckily I didn’t use it cuz my parents decided to come over right then 😅 did you get the present I mailed to your mom’s house?! I really think you’re gonna like it 🥰

What are your plans baby?

[love4hobi]

This is very random but I need your help! My bestie is a bts fan (she loves jhope) . I’m getting her a dvd for Christmas present , but I’m stuck between Japan epilogue 2016 or hyyh on stage! If it were you, what do you think is cooler based on your perspective? I am a casual fan of them but I don’t know much about dvds and stuff !

hi!! sorry im kinda late answering i wanted to wait til the weekend til i could come home and watch some of both to make sure i felt sure abt my choice lol,, i love that its a great idea!! like theres so many things u could get for someone who likes for bts with how much merch they sell but in my opinion their concerts are the best cus their biggest strength by far is their performance 🤩 but anyway as for which one i suggest, both are great but i have to say the hyyh epilogue in japan is literally my favorite concert of theirs ever<333 like not just out of those two but out of every concert theyve ever done. like something about it is just so… /bts/ n really captures who they are as a group cus they perform a lot of their best songs in it imo😌 i dont how to explain it but its my favorite to go back and rewatch and the one ive watched the most out of their concerts i have downloaded :] so yea just personally i would go with japan epilogue especially since shes a jhoper he has a lot of great n iconic moments in it 😍