#homemade cropped shirt

[local-lesbrarian]

Non-sober atm

[cocteaucherry]

what to expect when you’re expecting

dad!nanami x f!reader

cws- pregnancy, 18+, talk of sexual situations, Nanami worrying, overall fluff, this is during Nanami’s office era, mood swings, talk of morning sickness

a/n- (in the mood for fluffy jjk dad stuff prepare yourselves these next few weeks

once you and nanami found out you were pregnant you couldn’t fully describe the joy in his tired eyes.

Tears streamed down both your cheeks as he held your stomach delicately with pure love.

The first month was pure study and nanami clinging to you as much as he could before being whisked away to his shitty office job,

When nights came, Nanami sat up with you reading from the cliche book ‘what to expect when you’re expecting’ his glasses perched upon his nose.”

“Ken, how many of these books are you planning to buy?” A giggle came from your throat as Nanami bent the page corner, placing the book down to wrap his arms around your soft belly, “As many as we need for our family.”

month three came and you were sure your baby hated you, you’d wake up with a severe headache and a need to vomit rushing to the bathroom to throw up everywhere in the toilet. It wasn’t too horrid though as your husband rubbed your back holding your hair gently in his free hand,

You felt like sobbing when he found you like this every other morning but he reassured you with soft words and kisses, “Angel, Y’know I’ve seen every part of you? You vomiting is really nothing bad.” He’d hum gripping your hand softly.

Although Nanami kissed the ground you walked on, your mood swings seem to cause a challenge for both you and his love driven mind for you.

You’d cry and lash out at him in seemingly ten seconds, apologizing with more tears thereafter. He vaguely remembered when you broke down in his arms because you forgot yeast for the homemade bread you were making for him that night.

“I ruined everything!” You’d sob into his chest and Nanami stood frigid just softly patting your back, “y/n it’s okay really I’ve been meaning to lay off the bread-“

“Oh, so you wouldn’t have liked it anyway!” Your voice would raise as he cleared his throat, “y/n I didn’t mean it like that-“

month five came and you were showing even more, your shirts becoming involuntarily cropped as you sighed staring at yourself in the mirror. “Ken! Do you think Yaga would be mad at this outfit?” You hummed, rubbing your hand softly over your exposed belly.

“Yaga maybe, I know Gojo would try to make a spectacle.”’

You grinned, “Like, how come she’s allowed to wear crop tops but when I do it?” You said trying your best to impersonate his voice which made Nanami smile softly.

“Exactly.”

month six came and it seemed everyone around you was pestering you about whether your baby was a boy or a girl, and when it came to you and nanami you never really cared.

“Kennn,” you said in a sing-songy voice as you took a break from painting the nursery wall, Nanami sat trying to build the way to a difficult crib, “yes my love?” He asked.

“How would you feel if we did a private gender reveal? I don’t really feel like making this a whole deal.”

“‘Course, we’ll do whatever you like baby.”

Later that week nanami and you found out through a pink filled cake you’d be having a girl.

And best believe you and nanami were ecstatic, you strolled down the girl’s aisle looking at the arrays of pastel colors.

You picked up a few items showing them to your husband with a smile, “Kennn! What about this?” You said but you were met with no answer your husband spaced out.

“Ken you okay?” You reached for his hand gripping it lightly until he was snapped out of his trance.

“Sorry love,” he smiled, lifting your palm to his lips to plant a kiss on your knuckles, “we’re just getting closer and closer and I’m worrying more, thinking about raising our girl, the birth and my shitty ass job not letting me take off-“

“Hey, Ken it’s okay,” you hummed leaning up to place a kiss on his jaw, “Everything will work out accordingly, your job I’m not sure about though.” You giggled leaning into his palm.

“You’re right, I’m sorry for worrying you.” Nanami chuckled, reaching for the small outfit you chose, “Do we have a name yet?”

“I think we’ll know when we see her definitely!”

Eight months in and you were slowly reaching your due date, Nanami stayed home caring for you (much to the dislike of his boss). Your pregnancy had been a bit of a breeze the few months but it seemed your baby girl wanted an entrance on her way out.

“Shit- Ken I swear she’s trying to rearrange my organs,” you groaned in discomfort laying on the couch, your rounded stomach on display as you rubbed your belly gently, “Just making more space in there love.” He said jokingly squirting lotion into the palm of his hand, a small hiss leaving your lips as the cold lotion made contact with your stomach.

“I’m in painnn, everything fucking hurts.” You hummed feeling his strong hands rub the lotion around the sides of your stomach, “why’d you have to knock me upp,” you said jokingly and your husband eyed you.

“If I can recall I'm sure it was you who begged me to give you a baby.”

“Mmm.. shut up.” You flicked his arm and he smirked, “Either way, I’m sure our baby will be happy with her strong willed, handsome, and smart father.”

“And I’m sure she’ll love her beautiful, intelligent and compassionate mother as well.”

Days later your body was suspiciously calm and non-achey which you thought was weird but you paid no mind to it, you decided to call up Shoko to hang out in the city for a few hours.

“I mean are you sure you’re okay to walk? I mean you go a day without pain and you think you’re an almighty being and shit.” Shoko’s eyebrow twitched as you sat down at the table of a random restaurant

“Correction, I am, and second I can be due any day now let’s just have some fun before she possibly destroys me.” A grunt came from your lips which caused Shoko to stare at you concerningly.

“I’m fine! I’m fine!” You waved her off picking up a menu, “let’s just enjoy the day,”

“Sheesh okay mama, I guess I should get something for Satoru too he’ll be up my ass.”

“Oh please doesn’t he pawn off a mission or two to see you anyway?”

“Barely! He just hangs out with his students.” Shoko scoffed putting her menu down, “I’ll get something for-“

She was cut off by the abrupt look on your face, a small silence filling the air.

“…”

“Not to sound dramatic or anything but I think the baby is coming.” You looked down to see the entirety of the long flower skirt you were wearing was drenched.

“I’ll call Nanami!” Shoko said quickly standing up.

3:08 pm

Nanami rushed down the halls of the sterile hospital with bags in tow, he had gotten the call from Shoko saying your water broke and never did he rush as quickly as he did.

You had pre planned hospital bags packed last week for an emergency and Nanami made sure to get those before coming to the hospital, he panted to come to your room number to be met with an open door and your glowing face in a hospital gown.

“Ken! Oh you’re so sweaty!” You grinned while walking to wrap your arms around him as his hands immediately dropped the bags, “Well I rushed because a certain someone is giving birth to my daughter.”

“Wonder who that is.”

“Me too, we should both prepare ourselves.. I’m sure gojo is coming pretty soon.”

“Yeah shoko mentioned calling him, I’m surprised you two still have a good relationship.”

Kento groaned rolling his eyes, “good is a word, I can respect and tolerate him.”

10:07 PM

“Fuckkk! Why!” You bit down on your tongue, dried tears streaming down your face as you gripped onto your husband’s hand for dear life.

“You’re doing great sweetheart just a little more okay?” He whispered to you, placing a kiss on your sweat stained forehead.

After about fifteen minutes of groaning and yelling and cursing Nanami for doing this to you, a loud cry came and your baby girl was born.

“Sooo.. we have a name?” You grinned feeling Nanami’s nose press against your scalp, his large finger entrapped in the small grip of his daughter’s.

“Let’s figure that out later..”

[moscnios]

Straw Hats x Fem Gardener S/O platonic fluff HCs! The main reason I request this? FLOWER CROWNS! But also, S/O is good at growing crops and flowers, so she must have a greenhouse on deck to grow fruits, tangerines, vegetables, any medicinal herbs, flowers, anything! So helpful and sweet! And also, FLOWER CROWNS!

★ WITH A FEM GARDENER CREWMATE! headcanons ★

── featuring. the strawhats.

── cw. f!reader. no pronouns used. platonic. very brief mention of homesickness. not proofread.

── notepad. sigh i love you platonic and domestic hcs of the strawhats. you complete me <333

never in all of your years did you think you would find yourself gardening on the sea with a group who had come like family to you, a group you couldn't see yourself living without

building your new greenhouse on the deck was a group effort because it was supposed to be a surprise for you

you loved being at sea with the strawhats, you wouldn't trade it for the world. but it didn't stop you from missing home

a spring island somewhere out there, where the love and life are just as plentiful as the beautiful green that covers it

to bring a piece of your home back to you, the strawhats all chip to help make you a greenhouse where you continue your gardening while on the sea. something you never thought you could do

you somehow didn't find out about what they were planning, despite a few of your crewmates being blabbermouths.

after a girl's day in the island port town, you landed on a few days ago with nami and robin, you finally see it.

"surprise!" your crewmates, your family, jumps out all covered in wood chips and paint of all colors. some were covered in more paint than others. you swore your captain was wearing a yellow shirt that day, but with the amount of blue on it, it may as well have been blue.

you love your greenhouse! well, it wasn't just your greenhouse anymore. it was another place for you and your crewmates to spend time together.

it's the perfect place to have early lunches on sunny days and a late dinner on calm and cool nights under warm string lights.

your extensive knowledge of plants and your natural green thumb make you a versatile member of the crew.

on one end of your greenhouse, you were growing medical herbs for chopper's research and medicines. on another side, you made a special place for nami's tangerine trees you helped her take great care of.

on another corner were many vegetables for sanji's amazing dishes. and close by were the sweetest fruits in all of the grand line that would sometimes go missing the next morning

which is why you have decided to start locking up the greenhouse at night.

but who can forget, the flower crowns !!

a small gesture that would have a lasting impact on each of them, all with their own flower that you believed best represented them based on the flowers' meanings and your crew's personalities.

luffy puts his crown around his hat. when the flowers start to die and lose their color, he will become sad and ask you to make another one for him to replace it.

zoro was confused as to what exactly you wanted him to do with it until you motioned for him to put it on his head. it's uhhh...definitely not for him. but you're like a sister to him so if you flash puppy eyes, he'll wear it

sanji finds the crown you made for him adorable. he finds you even more charming for going out of your way to make it for him. he doesn't deserve such gifts from you but he is happy to wear them to make you happy. he preserves them so he can hold onto them forever.

robin definitely helps you make the flower crowns with all those extra pairs of hands that she has. like sanji, robin preserves the flower crowns that you give her. she will take a piece of them and put them in resin to make homemade jewelry from.

jinbei is your favorite to make flower crowns for. with all of his long beautiful hair, you are constantly putting big, colorful flowers in his hair because he sits there and just lets you do it. sometimes he'll even put flowers in your hair. flower pals !!

brook, like jinbei, enjoys it when you put flower crowns and stick flowers in his hair over cups of tea.

usopp pretends that he doesn't want one, but he secretly does. so after he politely declines and you (pretend to) take his word for it and walk away, he's so sad. pls no, give it to him !!

chopper loves making flower crowns with you. he could make them all day. he loves wearing several of them on his antlers, so he can spin, turn, and dance and they flow in the wind.

nami loves extravagant flower crowns. the bigger and more colorful, the better. she will throw little hints that she really wants one made of sunflowers and roses, such as saying how much she really REALLY wants one, and will sigh out loud when she's in front of the flowers. so when you actually surprise her with one, she's so happy she could squeeze the life out of you. you're her favorite for a reason

franky is so gentle with his flower crown. he's terrified that he may accidentally break or bruise the flowers that you worked so hard to put together. he will pull out the tiny yellow hand to put it on or take it off. he is going to make this thing last !!

MANGEKYOU 2024 ── do not copy, repost, or translate my works onto this platform or any other !

[beansprean]

No one looks more like a butch lesbian than season 1 Dean Winchester, except perhaps openly bisexual punk season 1 Dean Winchester covered in tattoos.

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(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: Multiple drawings of season 1 Dean in a punk style with tattoos. 1. Chest up in a Siouxie and the Banshees hoodie, hair spiked up, nails black, bar through one eyebrow, septum ring in nose, dolphin bite hoops in lip, small gauges and multiple cartilage hoops in ears. There is a large tattoo of an open mouth full of fangs on his throat. Dean points sternly at the viewer and says, in the form of a tumblr post from tacofriendss, 'Normalize toys during sex. Roll that hot wheels over them titties. Skurt.' 2. Full body of Dean talking animatedly to someone offscreen, gesturing limply with one hand. He is wearing brown work boots, cutoff lightwash jeans, and a gray tee shirt with the Werner logo, torn off at the sleeves and below the sternum. He also has a black leather cuff on his left wrist and multiple tied and beaded bracelets on his right, along with multiple rings and the samulet. Tattoos on his left arm include: a tipped over salt shaker, a woman in a bikini posing on a billiard ball, roman numerals spelling out 11-2-83, and a chevy impala logo. Tattoos on his right arm include a barbed wire wrap, the outline of the angel from the Led Zeppelin Swan Song logo, and the name 'Cassie' written in cursive on his middle finger. On his stomach are the symbols from Zeppelin 4 and a random phone number that looks like it may have been scribbled on hastily. Scooby Doo is peeking out from his calf in the space between his boot and the jeans. 3. Dean from behind, arms reaching upwards. He is wearing low jeans and another homemade crop top, revealing the tattoo on his lower back. It is a full rendering of the impala from the side, with stylized words above it that say 'highway to hell', surrounded by flames. 4. Knees up of Dean wearing a leather vest that looks like it was cut from his dad's coat, a Bruce Springsteen shirt with the sleeves and neck cut out, sitting low on his sternum and tucked into faded black jeans, paired with a simple black belt with a wallet chain. He is posing with the fingers of one hand hooked in his pocket, the other holding up a cigarette. He is wearing all the same jewelry as in previous drawings. More tattoos are visible including a small sword on the side of his left hand, a colt revolver and Faith's tattoo from Buffy on his right forearm, a demon protection sigil in its usual place over his heart, and a stylized crucifix across from it on his right pec. /end ID

[plightofthecentipede]

this summer perform top surgery on your favorite tee shirts. so many of them were born to be beautiful cropped tanks yet still are subjected to the cruelty of having sleeves. take up your shitty kitchen scissors and free them. surrender to the summer of the transgender exposed shoulders. side effects include being so cool and irredeemably sexy. ask your doctor if homemade tank tops are right for you.

[official-darkforest]

i am SOOO unbelievably thrilled by your anthro au omg. do you have fashion ideas for the characters? like their favorite outfits, fabrics, etc? imo one of the best parts of anthro characters is deciding how they'd express themselves through their clothing :]

I HAVE A FEW ALREADY!!!! i dont have many specifics because theres so many characters ahd i havent drawn them all yet LOL but i'll share the ones i do have at least SOMETHING for

im also trying to keep these reasonable for the time period and location, as in my au the clan cats are mostly rural and in small towns set (mostly) before the 2000s so most may dress more modest and conservative (especially if theyre older and very religious)

squirrelflight - the best i can describe her sense of fashion is that it ranged from tomboy as a younger girl and is currently closer to a working class butch. im not sure if masc would be a more appropriate term since i dont hc her as a lesbian (shes bi) but she dresses "like a man" and owns a lot of jeans, slacks, and button-up shirts of all kinds of fabrics and patterns. she also enjoys bright colors as well, but as she got older her fashuon sense got a little more sensible and less "loud" like it was in the 60s and 70s. she also has glasses like her daddy once shes like 35 or so. she and firestar dressed very similarly, and a lot of her shirts and neckties are things she stole from his closet

feathertail - very feminine. hippie adjacent, lots of loose and flowing garments and jingly pieces. breatheable clothes and open toed shoes. her favorite swimsuit had some little frilly bits on it i think. often combines neutral earthy tones with blues and whites

crowfeather - lots of handmedowns from his father. clothes you can do farmwork in like jeans, overalls, hardy flannel/denim shirts and boots. never grew out of this and still dresses this way and he likes it

jayfeather - he looks like a modernized (as far as the 80s goes) version of his father - same hairstyle snd way of dress. he isnt too formal but does have some more preppiness to his clothing style (polo shirts and sweaters). he avoids full button downs since buttoning them himself jjust gets frustrating since he cant match them up every time. new wave band shirts. he also wears orange tinted glasses to protect his eyes (in this au i wrote that hes able to perceive shadows and light pretty okay, but not much else beyond that) And Kinda As A Fashion Statement cuz it goes well with his facial structure and hairstyle i think

lionblaze - hes like if the stereotypical jock and stereotypical 80s rock+metal enthusiast had a baby. muscle tees and bandanas, ripped jeans, those absurdly short shorts, crop tops, etc. he's a drummer i think if that matters LOL

ivypool - punk, also sorta like joan jett to an extent. very homemade, tho sometimes she gets lazy and doesnt really commit to the outfits all the way (but definitely has the mindset, dint get me wrong). one of those girls with a chest small enough to go braless 99% of the time; wears a lot of tank tops and sleeveless shirts LOL

bone/brick/scourge - just google "the outsiders movie" or "greaser" and you'll get the idea. tho i imagine these three in particular also have some kind of bare minimum formalwear scraped together from their escapades. theyre kinda like the jetts/sharks from west side story if that helps at all

daisy - she combines flowing, pretty dresses with a sunhat and work boots. she also teaches horseback riding and owns a few (its a business she runs w smokey and floss. i think its be funny if they were polyam ITS MY AU I CAN CHANGE WHAT I WANT) and she has horseback-appropriate clothing as well

poppyfrost - THEE preppy girl of the 80s. big hair, perm and all. dresses with pastel colors. her sisters cinderheart and honeyfern are pretty similar, tho i imagine honeyfern is a little more sporty and cinderheart takes inspiration from madonna once shes trying to court lionblaze

hazeltail - long haired country girl butch. enough said

spottedleaf snd cinderpelt are nuns lol

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Sorry, just this little ficlet, and then I'll continue taking my break. I actually got some progress made on my WIP . . . Whoops, I accidentally wrote a little bit of smut. It was supposed to be just an accidental kiss.

18+ MINORS DNI

Eddie and Steve were friends. To them, they were like Steve and Robin, bound by trauma whilst being completely platonic. Oh, how very wrong they were. The realization came to them by complete accident. Eddie and his band finally had a gig that had a crowd a lot bigger than the crowd back in Hawkins. Corroded Coffin was playing at a decently sized bar just outside of Indianapolis. Steve and Robin were the only ones who could get away. Well, Robin had happily invited Vickie along with them, too. The three of them cheered when Eddie walked up to the mic and threw up devil horns in their direction. The horns slowly dropped, however, when he saw what they were wearing. All three of them were wearing homemade Corroded Coffin t-shirts, and they were all bright pink. He scowled at them and began to play.

Steve was thrilled to watch him play. He couldn't be more delighted at the sight of his friend ruling the stage. . .fucking owning the stage is what he was doing. Steve’s heart rate skyrocketed as he watched Eddie's long hair flow backward, exposing his throat as he tilted his head back. Eddie's crop top was drenched with sweat, and droplets ran down his stomach. God, Steve wanted to lick it. Wait. . .what? Before he could question that thought, the show ended, and Eddie was leaving the stage. Steve had to go see him.

"You go, we have to pee," Vickie said, her eyes shining.

Steve scoffed and waved them off. He knew exactly what they were going to do. Steve went into the back, only to find that Eddie wasn't with the rest of the band.

"Yeah, Eddie's in the back office there. He's getting out his excess energy. He was scaring Frankie again," Gareth said.

"I am NOT scared of Eddie, asshole," Frankie muttered.

They hadn't been kidding about Eddie's energy levels. He was practically bouncing off the walls when Steve walked into the room. He threw himself into Steve’s arms and hugged him tightly before pulling back. He was beaming like the sun.

"So, what'd you think?" Eddie asked.

"You were awesome, man! If this is what metal sounds like when you play it, then I could listen to it all of the time," Steve said.

Eddie grabbed his face and pressed a hard, grateful kiss to Steve’s lips. When he felt Steve tense up in surprise, he pulled back, his face red.

"Sorry, I don't know where that came from," Eddie said, and Steve gazed at him for a moment, his mouth open.

"Don't be," Steve quickly. "It was a, uh, nice kiss. Very nice."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck, I liked it too."

And that's how Steve found himself pressed up against the wall of the office, Eddie's mouth against his in a hungry kiss. God, it felt like Eddie was trying to devour him. Maybe he was, and maybe he wanted to be devoured by him. Was that what that feeling was? Yeah, he knew it. It wasn't any different than when he had strong feelings for a girl, but it was different in a way that felt more final, like he didn't want to kiss anyone else ever again. Maybe that's why he chose to ignore it all these many months that they had spent hanging out together.

Steve moaned as Eddie's hands wandered up his shirt. Eddie cupped his pecs, his thumbs brushing over his nipples and working them as he moved his lips to Steve’s neck. Steve cursed. Suddenly, Eddie's hands were back over his shirt again. They gripped the collar of the shirt tightly as Eddie moved back. He tore the shirt cleanly down the middle.

"Pink, really?" Eddie asked, and Steve grinned wickedly. "I knew you did that shirt on purpose. Bad Boy. Don't worry, I have a couple shirts I brought with me. You can wear one of mine."

Eddie's eyes darkened at the thought of Steve wearing his clothes. He slipped the rest of the shirt off of him before tearing off his own shirt. Steve gripped his hips, pushing him backward until Eddie's legs hit the back of the small couch. Eddie sat down, and Steve straddled him. Steve’s hand dove in between Eddie's legs and cupped Eddie's clothed hard on. Eddie moaned and cursed Steve’s name as he pressed his hand further against him.

"Goddamn it! Fuck you, Steve," Eddie cursed again.

"So, you don't want my hand inside of your pants. . .hand pressed against your hard cock. . .hard just for me, huh?" Steve whispered in his ear.

The image of Eddie with his head tossed back, just like he was now, on stage fueled the fire that was burning inside of Steve. His tight pants were constricting him. They almost hurt.

"Yes! Fuck! I want you to touch me!" Eddie exclaimed and whispered.

Steve unbuttoned his own pants before doing the same with Eddie's. He wanted to stroke their dicks at the same time. Once this fire was lit, it seemed difficult to put out. Steve had slipped his hand into Eddie's pants when the door burst open. Robin came in with Vickie. Everyone froze. Robin stared at Steve and Eddie. They stared back at her while Vickie backed away slowly out of the room.

"This is exactly what it looks like," Eddie said, Steve’s hand still down his pants.

"What the hell?! I thought the three of us were all platonic with a capital p!" Robin exclaimed.

"Sorry," Steve said, not looking sorry at all.

"It's alright," Robin said softly. "I'll forgive you since you're being queer and all. Eddie finish getting fucked by my best friend and buys us some drinks. You owe us for scarring my girlfriend."

"I'm not scarred! I think it's great! I just didn't want to see it!" Vickie hollered.

"Bless her, she's delusional," Robin said and backed out of the room.

"Tell Gareth to bring us some shirts!" Eddie hollered.

Steve climbed off Eddie, laughing with them as he collapsed next to him.

"Ugh, she ruined the mood," Steve complained.

"Yeah. . .so, queer, huh?" Eddie asked.

"Well, what we did definitely wasn't straight," Steve said and they laughed.

The door opened and Gareth came in with his eyes shut.

"Robin said that I should close my eyes because there's something scary going on in here. Eddie. . .did you really try and fight Steve? We told you before you can't take him," Gareth said. "Even in a hypothetical fight."

Eddie scowled and crossed his arms while Steve struggled to contain his laughter. He watched with a fond smile as Eddie pouted, his bottom lip jutting out. He had really been buried deep in his denial because how could he have possibly thought that he and Eddie were just friends?

[youngchronicpain]

I took a shower and put on a cute high wasted skirt and a t-shirt that I cut up to be a comfy crop top. (I feel like I'm going to pass out.) My partner brought home flowers and chocolates for me and he's cooking dinner for us right now! (My meds are kicking in.) I can't stand up because I used too many spoons getting ready, but I am resting in bed while he works his magic in the kitchen. (Our place is one room.) Tomorrow, I will make a big dinner for friends. I'm going to make homemade cheese with herbs from my garden, spaghetti, garlic bread, and a spinach salad. (It has apples, glazed pecans, and feta because I don't like typical salads). My partner told me the truffles were BOGO so he got some that we could give to our friends too. (He knows I'm already going to try to do too much and wants to save me the spoons from making dessert.) I am in love! It is Valentine's Day! What a marvel it is to love and be loved. (Part of me always wondered if I'd ever get to feel this way.)

[steddieas-shegoes]

Oooo how about; "what black magic are you using to look so adorable in my band tees?"

But also Eddie buying Steve all the sweaters in pastel colors 🥰🥺

Not my firm belief that Steve likes to tie-dye all his band tees

Eddie doesn’t even notice his shirts missing at first. He’s pretty bad about keeping up with laundry, so he just kind of assumes they’re dirty. He washes just enough to get through a week or so and the cycle goes on.

But then he sees his Iron Maiden shirt on Steve. And it’s been cropped.

And then he sees him in his brand new Judas Priest shirt, the one he got from tour. Not cropped, but a lot tighter on him than it is on Eddie.

He doesn’t say anything until he sees him in his Metallica hoodie. He made it himself when he saw the price of one at the concert he went to. It was huge on Eddie, but it somehow looked even bigger on Steve.

Same for the matching t-shirt.

And that t-shirt was his final straw.

“What black magic are you using to look so adorable in my band tees?”

“Hm?” Steve was focused on the recipe in front of him, homemade chocolate chip cookies.

“Walking around here, no pants, just my shirt. Might give a man ideas.”

“Like what?” Steve was still distracted.

“Like how fun it would be if you were wearing that shirt in bed. Nothing else.”

“You’re gonna have to take that away from this room. I’m making cookies.”

“Okay, but after?”

“After, you can do whatever you want to me. One request.”

“Anything.”

“You buy me this shirt in pink.”

“Pink?”

“Pink.”

“Anything for you.”

He didn’t have to see Steve’s face to know he was smirking.

[cheruv-ii]

The People have Spoken, here are my absolutely Baseless Ben Headcanons

(Cut because theres a lot)

-Has lower back dimples

-Is generally a "Will listen to anything" person, he started as a lil hater but eventually caved and realized that being a hater isn't fun (sometimes)

-Had a bunny growing up named Freckles

-His comfort food is his mom's homemade lasagna, she's make it for him whenever he had a bad day and it always makes him feel better

-Started going to public school after getting back to the mainland, but didn't really make any new friends because he was a hisser

-Can't grow facial hair, like the odd times he gets a stray hair but he's never been able to grow a proper beard or even mustache

-Not used to his height like, at all. Consistantly smacking his head on things.

-One of his favourite artists is Michael Jackson, and his favourite song is Dirty Diana

-Went for like a year with no clothes that fit him after his growth spurt, had maybe 2 pairs of pants he filtered through and any shirts he had fit him like a crop top. Brooklynn eventually caved and took him shopping for more clothes.

-Can secretly actually sing but like no one knows because whenever he sings in front of anyone its just for fun and therefore not his best work

-really good at chess???

-has freckles like everywhere, didn't have as many pre-nublar but they got 'worse' after the island due to the sun

-has a birth mark on his right hip that looks like a malformed heart

-(stealing this from a moot) likes bug shaped food like gummy worms and such

-Will eat out of a boot but won't touch vegetables with a ten foot pole

-The first time he broke a bone was after he got back to mainland and was playing with Bumpy, she knocked him down and he landed wrong and broke his pinky. Sammy does not let him live this down, ever.

-Daddy issues

-Can deal with bugs but has major arachnophobia, will freak out over a tiny spider. Would be horrendously fucked if Wu decided to make giant spiders.

-Spends a lot of time on his hair

-Used to be a mattress on the floor type of guy, luckily his dorm had a proper bed with a frame when he moved in (though prefers the floor mattress, tbh)

-Diagnosis cocktail I fear

-Gotten a little better at drawing with Yaz's help, though only at drawing dinosaurs, still not great at drawing humans

-Tried going to a bar with college friends for his 21st birthday, left the second an older woman started flirting with him

-has mimicking stims, will mimic things other people say or quotes he hears, was stuck saying "Ugh, as if" for months after Brooklynn made him watch clueless

-Says he's good with scary things but is the friend that clings onto whoever hes closest to in haunted houses

-Learned how to use a gun after nublar, doesn't carry or anything but he does have that skill in his back pocket if necessary

-Will buy literally anything that reminds him of Bumpy

-Terrible texter. Like absolutely ass.

-needs sound to sleep, as well as at least a little bit of light

-Sucks at math tbh

-Is the only one of the camp fam who's still ticklish, which makes him very vulnerable at times

-Lowkey king of puppy eyes

[toasttt11]

about time

August 7, 2024

Cameron was dead asleep with Mr. Mack in her arms not stirring as Sidney quietly walked into his daughter’s bedroom holding a plate of his homemade banana bread with candles lite for her eighteenth birthday.

Sidney could not believe it that his daughter who was just born was already eighteen, officially an adult and would be playing in the NHL in barely a month.

It made Sidney sad but proud at how fast his daughter is growing up and he is thankful he gets to watch her grow up but it’s still so sad seeing her not being so little anymore and not need him as much anymore.

Sidney sat on the edge of his daughter’s bed making Mr. Mack open his eyes and glare at Sidney making Sidney just roll his eyes use to the fact his daughter’s cat would never like him and the feeling is mutual.

Sidney gently brushed back her hair from her face watching as she squirmed slowly waking up.

“Happy birthday Cambug.” Sidney softly cooed as Cameron opened her eyes looking at her dad and smiled softly, Sidney sat the plate down next to her as Cameron sat up blowing out her candles and eagerly grabbed the fork and happily starting to eat her banana bread.

Sidney made sure to steal a few bites like he does every year on her birthday.

Cameron finished her birthday breakfast and reluctantly got out of bed and headed to bathroom getting ready for her day, she threw on a pair of jean shorts and a simple white cropped t-shirt and came out of her bathroom seeing her dad sitting on her bed with a few hair things, she sat down on the floor in front of him.

Sidney gently brushed out his daughter’s hair, something he has missed with her not living with him anymore. He gently brushed her hair and added two little braids that connected in the back.

Sidney and Cameron started walking out of her room and down the stairs with Mr. Mack following behind them.

Sidney spared a glance at his daughter and smiled softly excited for her to find out the surpise he has for her.

Cameron smiled seeing her grandparents, aunt and Nate and Connor.

Connor having come out for a few days to celebrate his best friend’s birthday. The Fleury’s, Malkin’s and Letang’s were all coming over later in the day to celebrate Cameron.

“Happy birthday baby cros.” Nate cheered standing up and spinning around his niece who wasn’t so little anymore.

“Thanks Uncle Nate.” Cameron giggles softly as Nate gently set her feet back onto the floor.

Cameron walked over to her aunt, who immediately was pulling Cameron into a very tight hug, “My favorite niece.” Taylor whispered pressing a kiss to the side of her face, “Happy birthday.”

Cameron smiled, “Thank you Aunty Tay.”

Cameron headed over to her grandparents who immediately pulled her into a group hug and wishing her a happy birthday.

Cameron did not see her surprise walk into the room having been watching as she came down the stairs and greet her family.

“Happy birthday Camers.” Connor spoke softly as he pulled his best friend into a tight hug.

“Thanks Con.” Cameron smiled squeezing her best friend once more before letting go.

“No hug for me Cam?” Fraser softly called out from where he was standing and Cameron didn’t notice him yet.

Cameron’s eyes went wide hearing that voice and spun towards it seeing Fraser in her living room with a smile, “What?” Cameron let out a shocked chuckle and quickly crossed the room pulling Fraser into a tight hug.

“Happy birthday Cam.” Fraser softly whispered only to her.

Fraser and Sidney planned together for Fraser to come out for Cameron’s birthday as a surprise. Sidney may of also dropped a few hints that Cameron feels the same and since she was turning eighteen Fraser was hopeful, Sidney also gave Fraser his permission to ask Cameron out.

Cameron just softly giggled hugging Fraser tighter.

“Woah.” Taylor quieter whispered to her older brother, she did not believe that sweet Cameron actually was interested in someone romantically but seeing the two hug in front of her she knew she was wrong.

Taylor wasn’t there a few months ago when Fraser was visiting so she hadn’t seen Fraser and Cameron interact and hadn’t believed anyone that Cameron had feelings for someone but she could easily see the obvious signs in front of her.

Sidney simply smiled in response. At first he hated the thought of his daughter with anyone but he couldn’t hate it with how much Fraser really does care for Cameron and Cameron obviously adores him right back.

Sidney has slowly grown to care for Fraser since he had met the boy and while he was protective of Cameron he will admit there is no one better for his daughter than Fraser, and Fraser has proved that many times already.

Sidney was glad that Cameron will have Fraser in Toronto, while he would like her to be as close to possible to him, it makes him feel better than she has Fraser with her.

Cameron and Fraser pulled back after a few long moments and she grabbed his hands squeezing them softly giving him a smile, she is very happy he came.

Cameron pulled Fraser over to the couch Connor had sat down and her smile was wide as she sat between her two best friends.

Cameron smiled as she opened her presents from all of her family that were present right then.

Taylor smacked her brother’s arm as she looked at the scene in front of her, Mr. Mack was happily curled up on Fraser’s lap as Cameron opened her presents.

“Don’t know what the kid did but that cat likes him.” Sidney shook his head still does not make sense why his daughter cat adores Fraser yet hisses at him every time he sees him.

Cameron opened up the rest of her presents and spent a good while sitting with her family in the living room before she headed out of the living room to her backyard and sitting on her hammock.

Cameron peacefully closed her eyes as she leaned her head back against her hammock and lightly rocking back and forth.

Fraser watched Cameron get up and head out side and knew she was heading outside to her hammock, he looked around the living room seeing Connor and Sidney in a deep discussion and Nate and Taylor playfully arguing as Tina and Troy watched amused.

Fraser gently pet Mr.Mack before he stood up and headed out to back yard as well, he walked down the steps on the back deck and smiled seeing Cameron’s peaceful as she sat in her hammock and took a deep breath and walked over.

Fraser figured Cameron heard him walk out because she didn’t even flinch when he sat down next to her and just rested her head on his shoulder keeping her eyes closed.

“Thank you for being here.” Cameron softly whispered, she hadn’t wanted to ask him to come out for her birthday not wanting to make a big deal out of it but she is glad he came and she gets to see him.

“Of course.” Fraser smiled, he was nervous that maybe Cameron didn’t want him to come out and he shouldn’t surprise her but Connor and Sidney both told him she would love it.

Fraser must of have been staring at her peaceful face long enough that she opened her eye and titled her head up to look at him, it made her nervous the expression on his face, a good nervous, “What?”

Fraser shook his slowly and let out a breathy chuckle bringing his hand up slowly and gently tracing her cheekbone, making her lean towards his touch and her eyes flutter, “Do you know how beautiful you are?” Fraser softly questioned, he was nervous hoping he doesn’t mess everything up but he has been head over heels in love with her since he met her and he could not wait any longer.

Cameron’s breath hitched at his question, her eyes widened as she looked at him.

“Because you are beautiful Cameron, it’s distracting.” Fraser leaned closer as he spoke even softer to her, “You’re an angel.”

Cameron’s cheeks were turning darker and darker red the more he spoke and her eyes were still wide as she starred at him.

Fraser swallowed nervously but took a deep breath feeling hopeful as she hadn’t pulled away from him yet, “I have had feelings for you since the moment we met and you’ve utterly captivated me.” Fraser scanned her face nervously.

Cameron bit her lip feeling her whole face a flame as she heard the words she did not realize she longed to hear for so long, “I have feelings for you too.” Cameron softly whispered looking up at Fraser through her eyes lashes as he cupped her cheek with his whole palm.

Fraser let out a relieved chuckle and leaned even closer to her making their noses brush, “Can i kiss you angel?” Fraser whispered gently caressing her face.

Cameron’s eyes widen once more from his question and the name he called her, “Please.” Cameron whispered desperately making Fraser’s smile widen before he pressed his lips delicately to hers.

Cameron let out a soft sigh as she tentatively brought her hands chest as their lips stayed connected.

Fraser gently pulled back keeping his eyes on her as her eyes stayed closed but there was a pleased smile on her face.

“Is it too soon to ask you to be my girlfriend?” Fraser nervously asked.

“No, not too soon.” Cameron opened her eyes bitting her lip trying to hide her very wide smile.

Fraser smiled pleased.

Fraser cupped her face gently with both of his hands making her sigh as she relaxed into his touch, “Cameron Crosby, would you be my girlfriend?”

“I would like that.” Cameron whispered giggling softly as Fraser beamed happily and pressed his lips back to hers.

Sidney walked through his house towards the window that faces the backyard where he can see the hammock as he assumed that is where his daughter and Fraser are, he looked out the window and raised an eyebrow seeing them kissing, “It’s about time.” Sidney muttered and smiled at the happiness on his daughter’s gave before he turned around and walked away.

[dizzy-n-busy]

[can (and most likely will) contain SOME poly hcs!]

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Dams lips get dry quickly, as well as his skin - mostly durin colder months - and has a life time supply of lip balm (cool mint or classic cherry) and moisturizers (coco butter or coconut)

Completely unrelated to Dams; Hux's moms make homemade lip balm and moisturizers !! Literally from their backyard !!

Lasky has a bad center of gravity and sometimes gets himself stuck in whirlwinds when he practices his magic

Gav likes messing/doing the other's hair, he finds it therapeutic

Dams is into nail care for some reason (he feels like he has to be prim n' proper)

FL is multilingual !! Fluent in many languages and tends to switch between them frequently (esp. when stressed)

Since Lasky and FL are human-born I feel like they're genetically smaller than the other three (or those three are jus too damn big)

Gav = Princess peach, Dams = Bowser, FL = Toad(/mario/daisy?), Lasky = Shy guy(/mario) & Hux = Luigi; argue w/ the wall

Dams and Lasky can't hold their liquor, FL and Hux have a higher tolerance and Gav barely gets drunk at all

Dams wears (short) shorts a lot bc he's worried abt burnin anything longer (almost exclusively worn indoors)

Hux likes massages, esp back and scalp ones

FL is strong enough to carry all the boys at least a lil bit (Dams = firemen carry, Lasky = bridal/over the shoulder carry, Gav = koala carry & Hux = at least an inch off the ground)

Gav prolly smells like roses or eucalyptus

Hux's moms house has this SUPER big window-esque wall that opens up into the forest (in their livingroom)

(kinda poly?) FL likes cuddling Hux on his lap, laying on Dams side/next to him, resting their leg across Laskys lap and cuddling Gavs stomach

FL and Gav have convinced Hux that cropped shirts and tight/short shorts are good workout gear (they were right)

Hux has the cutest pout and head tilt

Lasky has the most ADORABLE doe-shaped eyes

Dams likes running his nails across the others backs/skin

FL ass is ALWAYS late, to literally everything - Dams: come at 10:30, FL: 1:03, got it!

Gavs eyes can glow in the dark, bc I said so

The D.A.M.N crew have matching pjs and sometimes do sleepovers

[Bouns! Coworker is invited!!]

Certified hair ruffler, no one is safe

They were relatively nervous at first but it immediately dissipated when FL and Gav asked them if they were their babysitter - free my man Dams

Hux also said they smelled like lavender and fresh laundry

Dams is the 'imma whoop yer ass if yer lil asses don't sit down' type parent and Coworker is the 'settle down guys yer stressin out ma' type parent

ALWAYS brings food, they got snacks on deck too (they needa make sure their bbys are fed)

Naturally colder body temp, scares the crew sometimes when initiating contact (in a good way)

Effusive praiser, it can't be escaped

Psych major idc

Everyone cuddles/leans on Coworker once they got into the crew shenanigans

Coworker = Yoshi (/Rosalina)

Dams #2 fav (they get mani/pedis w/by him)

Huxs fav scalp massager (esp if they grow out their nails)

Gavs #2 fav therapist (/j /lh)

FLs fav advice giver (or date idea giver)

Laskys fav (of all time)

They cried when they got their friendship bracelet and matching pj set (either in front of them or on call w/ Lasky)

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Chapter XXII: Blood Sugar Sex Magik

tags/warnings (spoilers below the cut!): MDNI 18+ ONLY! angst, drama, confession, tension, ALL YOUR FAVORITES! rockstar!eddie x rockstar!reader, afab!gnc!reader, mentions of reader being bisexual. dual pov

a/n: buckle up people it’s a doozy. i think you’ll like it though.

cw: unprotected p in v, oral (afab receiving), graphic content not meant for people under 18. MDNI, NSFW.

a/n: haha. hey. hi guys. sorry for all that waiting… i hope it was worth it. This chapter is a little different, no prologue flashback, one scene instead of multiple. Decided this deserved its own chapter. a nice lil mindless sex scene for your reading pleasure. thanks SO SO MUCH for reading, and for your patience!

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Your POV

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. You were drunk, but not too drunk to forget what you’d said last night.

The sunlight streams through the blinds, giving the room an orange glow. It’s early, but the bed next to you is empty. Understandably. Shit! You sit up, groaning as the movement makes your head throb. You’re in your underwear, and the shirt you’d worn to the bar last night. You can feel the underwire of your bra digging into your flesh. There was absolutely no reason to go that crazy last night, not if this is the aftermath.

As you’re gaining the courage to stand, the door swings open, and you catch Eddie’s eyes for a millisecond before he looks to the floor, face beet red, breakfast burrito clenched in his grip.

“Sorry, shit, I thought you would have left by now.” Eddie tries to leave the room, but you stop him before you know what you’re doing.

“Wait! Wait,” He stops, slowly stepping back into the room. “Eddie, I am so sorry.” You blurt the words out before you can chicken out. “That was so unfair to you. I was so wasted and I was celebrating, and I wanted to tell you about it but I-”

“Y/n,” Eddie’s voice is calm, firm. “Slow down.”

You take a deep breath, centering yourself. Your head has stopped spinning since Eddie’s appearance in front of you, but you try not to make too much of that. He’s dressed in his usual attire, a pair of black ripped jeans, beat up sneakers, and a well worn band t-shirt. Today’s choice just so happens to be the homemade, one of a kind Death Dance Approximately shirt you’d given to Eddie a lifetime ago. He’s since cropped it right above his navel, exposing his midriff, including a tattoo you’d forgotten existed: Your initials on his hip bone.

Shit!

“Okay,” You start, unsure of how you’re gonna dig yourself out of this one.”I want to apologize.”

Eddie’s face contorts, confusion carved into his features. He leans against the wall, still so far away from you.

“What for?”

You gesture loosely to the air. “Well, you know, everything. Last night.”

“Everything, huh?” If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he sounds hurt.

“It wasn’t fair. I was drunk, I shouldn’t have barged in here, put you in that position.” You trip over yourself, feeling your throat tighten. Do not fucking cry right now.

“Well,” Eddie draws the word out slowly as he pushes off the wall and towards you. “I can only accept that apology under a certain condition.” He looms over where you sit on the edge of the bed, surrounding you. He smells freshly like cigarettes and mint, clouding your brain as he fills your senses.

“And what would that condition be?” You try to sound unbothered, but your words come out meek, nervous.

“If you mean it or not.”

You gape at him, unblinking, waiting for him to crack, to say “Nah, I'm just kiddin’! We don’t have to get into this right now!” But he doesn’t. He takes another bite of his breakfast instead before tossing it on the dresser, completely unfazed by your silence.

“Do I mean that I'm sorry?” You’re playing very, very dumb right now.

Eddie isn’t willing to drop it, though. “Sweetheart, c’mon. We’re adults. I thought we were over this tiptoeing shit.” He cocks his head to the side, eyes rolling.

“I-” You huff, flustered with the way his neck flexes.. “Look. I didn’t want it to happen like that.” You look at him, determined to get through this without actually admitting anything. “I didn’t mean to say it.”

“Why not?” Eddie shrugs, like this is no big fucking deal.

–

Eddie’s POV

He really hopes you can’t tell he’s sweating. He can feel his heart in his throat, choking him with every breath. He keeps his eyes on you to focus. He can’t let you go again. Not after those words have left your mouth.

“Why not?!” You shake your head at him, frustration practically bursting out of your ears. Good, he thinks, you deserve to squirm a little. “How about, because this is what happened the first time? We moved too fast, we didn’t think, and look how that ended up! Or, how about, you’re supposed to be getting well, and the last fucking thing you need is me distracting you. Or, because if this doesn’t go well, we still have another month on the road together! And the fans, what are they gonna say when-”

“Stop.” Eddie shakes his head, kneeling on the floor in front of you. He should be pissed, but he can’t bring himself to be even a little upset. He has the upperhand now, and all he wants is to hear you say it again. Sober, this time. “Please, just tell me if you mean it.”

–

Your POV

I should lie to him. It’s not a good idea to tell him, not right now. You could take it back, this is your chance to make everything go back to that uncomfortable, tension riddled “normal” you’ve become so used to with Eddie. Things would be so much easier if you could just lie to him. But the way he’s looking at you, with a hopeful discretion, chocolate eyes wet with unfallen tears. makes every rational thought slide out of your brain, only leaving room for the way he’s pleading with you, wordlessly, as his hands grip yours tightly, hopefully.

“I mean it. Of course I fucking mean it, Eddie.” You barely get the words out before he’s climbing on top of you, hands letting go of yours to find purchase on the mattress either side of you, and you let yours fly to his hair, tangling your fingers through it like it’s second nature. You are quickly overwhelmed by him, your space completely infiltrated. The walls you’d been reinforcing to keep him out now crumble without a second thought, and he’s the one behind the wrecking ball.

“Thank fucking god.” He mumbles against your lips, and you smile into the kiss as he lays you down on the mattress.

“Eddie, wait,” You come to your senses, one final time as his mouth detaches from yours. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

Eddie has moved his mouth to your jaw, and you feel him chuckle against your skin as he kisses down your throat. “Even after all these years, you still doubt that I want this? That I want you?” You can feel his hand slide up your shirt, his skin lighting yours on fire. “You are all I want. All I could ever want. In fact,” He pulls himself away from your neck to look at your face. He’s serious suddenly, all traces of sweet teasing gone. “I should be the one asking if you want this.” He moves to get off of you, but you wrap your legs around his waist, holding him down. You’re tired of pretending not to want him, of avoiding how you feel because it’s easier. “I do. I really, really do.”

Eddie groans as you pull him back to your lips, letting the kiss say everything you’ve wanted to this whole tour. You hold his face in your hands, afraid he’ll disappear if you let go. His hand finds your skin again, sliding up your back to where your bra is still clasped. You’re nodding before he can even get the question out, and you feel the relief as he unhooks the fabric. He tugs your shirt off swiftly, and you let the straps of your bra slide down your shoulders.

–

Eddie’s POV

He separates from you then, getting up to kneel in front of where you lay on the bed, mostly exposed, save for your modest pair of black cotton panties. “Fuck,” The word comes out in a heavy breath as he takes in the sight before him. Your torso is littered with tattoos he’s never seen before, including one nestled between your tits. And speaking of, he can’t help but let his eyes land on your chest, admiring how your nipples have pebbled even before he’s really touched you.

“Still beautiful as ever.” He’s mostly talking to himself, but you smile up at him, eyes crinkling around the edges, and he feels his dick throb in his too-tight pants.

“I can’t be the only one exposed here!” You exclaim through giggles, and he obliges without argument, yanking his shirt over his head before moving back towards you.

–

Your POV

He’s been shirtless in front of you a few times over the past month, but not in this context. You watch, delighted as his abdomen tightens when you run your fingers down his stomach, along his happy trail to the waistband of his pants. You rake your fingernails over his skin, trace the new ink you hadn’t yet seen up close, listening to his breath hitch when you unbutton his jeans. Before you can yank his pants down, though, Eddie grips your hand in his, moving it back to the mattress. “We’ll get to that. Let me taste you first.” If you weren’t so eager, the words would have knocked you out, but you nod again as Eddie climbs clumsily off the bed to kneel back on the floor. He takes hold of your ankles, swiftly pulling you to the end of the mattress. You feel those pesky bats in your stomach for the first time in what feels like forever, heat rushing to your face as Eddie moves further in between your legs.

He’s in no rush as he moves up your body, lingering to place soft kisses in the crevices of your knees, the plush of your thighs, the peaks of your hips. He ghosts over your clothed heat, nose grazing your mound as he watches you writhe and plead above him. He’s amused by your eagerness, you know him well enough, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You want him, need him, and you’re tired of pretending you don’t.

Eddie is about to yank your last shred of clothing from your body when there’s a knock on the door.

—

Eddie’s POV

You have got to be fucking kidding. “What?!” He shouts, irritated, relaxing only slightly when he feels you giggling underneath him.

“Have you seen Y/n?” It’s Steve, taking his morning roll call. Eddie looks to you for the answer, but you only shrug, face getting redder by the second.

He moves to get off of you, but you follow him like attracting magnets, attaching your lips to his neck as he tries to answer his friend, causing his words to get lost in the fog, only letting out a strangled “Uhh…”

“Ed?” Steve twists the doorknob, out of habit probably. You flinch, and he feels his heart crack. “Wha- yeah! Sorry, I'm a little busy right now!” He clenches his teeth to keep from moaning as you lick a stripe up the column of his throat.

“Busy? You wanna know busy?!” Eddie can picture Steve behind the door, leaning into the peephole, one hand on his hip the other gesturing wildly. As pretty as Steve may be, the image is killing Eddie’s hard-on right now.

You’re not about to let that happen, though. “Steve, go away.” A command. He shifts, dick twitching in his pants again like a fuckin’ teenager.

“I-,” Pause. “Y/n?”

“Yeah.”

Silence. Then the fading of his footsteps down the hall. Eddie wills himself to look at you again, and is rewarded with your shit eating grin. “You are such a brat.” He scoffs, no actual effort behind the insult.

You have the gall to pout at him, like you’re an innocent bystander.

“Does this mean you don’t want to fuck me anymore?”

He gapes at your question, blinking rapidly as he digests it.

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Your POV

You’d meant it to lighten the mood, but you’ve caught him off guard. Instead of his answer, you’re greeted with another interruption beyond the door. “Hey, love birds! Steve sent me over here because it is far too awkward for him to talk to you in this position, but I, frankly, am happy to relay the information.” While Robin is talking at you, Eddie is making his way closer, lowering to the floor while you bite back laughter at the mess you've gotten yourself into.

”We check out in two hours. If you plan to live out your honeymoon a little longer, it will be on your own dime!” Eddie kisses up your leg, grazing your skin with his nose, sending chills up your spine. Robin is seemingly unaware of your state, or she genuinely does not care. “We’re all going out for dinner tonight before everyone goes home, and both of you better not skip it to cuddle up in bed, you can do that for as long as you want, starting tomorrow. Also,” Eddie’s yanking at your waistband, his body shaking with giggles that you echo despite the knot in your stomach tightening with his touch. “Why are you laughing? What are you guys even doing in there? I know you’re not still asleep.”

”Robin!” Eddie calls, voice strained against his laughter. “I’m trying to eat!”

You drop your jaw, sending a backhanded slap to his shoulder.

”Did you guys get room service? Got any extra-,”

You cut her off with an involuntary moan, caused by Eddie slipping a finger past the damp cotton barricade of your underwear to slide teasingly between your folds. You smack a hand over your mouth, but it’s too late. There’s no way she didn’t hear that.

“Are you okay in th-“ It clicks. Finally. “Oh my god. Oh my god! Are you guys fucking?!” No regard for her fellow guests, or her best friend, Robin is cackling on the other side of the door. You’re in crisis, and she’s laughing!

”We’re trying!” You shriek back, feeling the frustration build as Eddie’s finger circles around your clit, causing you to grind against his hand.

“Oh my god. Wait. Is this first time?! Am I interrupting? Holy shit, I am so sorry-“

”Robin!” Eddie shouts again, this time sternly, losing his patience.

“Yeah?”

”Leave.”

”Yup, yup. See ya!” And finally, the fading of her footsteps, scurrying down the hall.

Eddie turns his face back to your center, littering kisses on your thigh as he wiggles your underwear away from your body.

You can’t help but get in one last dig. “You think she’s going to tell Gareth?”

His smile drops from his face completely, jaw tightly clenched. “I have no problem ignoring him yelling at me on the other side of that door. I think at this point he knows I don’t listen to him. And, he’d probably be relieved to find out I grew a pair.”

You scoff, ready with a wise ass remark when he shuts you up with a slow, wet lick between your folds. He glides your panties the rest of the way down your legs, and you don’t miss him pocketing them before moving his hands back to your thighs.

“Fuck,” you whine, desperately clawing at the sheets as Eddie’s tongue latches to your clit, tracing eager patterns across the bud. You drop your head back to the mattress, willing your brain to turn off. Eddie groans into your pussy, rutting against the mattress as he slips a single ringed digit into your hole. You buck your hips, aching for more and blinded by how good it all feels, how familiar. You’d had your fair share of one night stands since leaving Eddie, enough to get used to the normalcy of bad sex. Now, you’re blinded by how Eddie reads your body, like you’re written in a language only he can understand.

His tongue moves in circles over your clit, fingers curling steadily inside of you. The sounds he causes you to make are wet and absolutely filthy, but you can’t bring yourself to feel any shame. It’s Eddie, after all. You can feel your desire ripple through you, the coil in your stomach tightening with each swipe of his tongue, every stroke of his finger. He doesn’t relent, keeping an agonizing pace while you grind your pussy against his face, desperate for release. In response to your begging, Eddie groans into your core, the vibrations sending a shock of pleasure up your spine, and your vision goes white.

“Eddie, I’m gonna, fuck I’m gonna come!” It doesn’t take you long to feel your resolve snap, sending your legs shaking on either side of Eddie’s head. He holds you in place, still lapping at your juices as he claws at your hips, a response to the desperate praise you sing for him, an unintelligible string of curses and his name through breathy sighs as you attempt to slow your heart down. Eddie only pulls away when you tap the top of his head lightly, signaling your overstimulation. He releases his mouth from your core with a wet pop, and you can see his lips and chin are shiny with your arousal.

“Good as you remember?” He hovers over you, teasing smirk on his swollen lips as you scoff, rolling your eyes.

“Even better, somehow.” You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling his body flush against yours. Your breathing is still ragged, heart still skipping around in your chest as he closes the gap between you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. You take his distracted state as an opportunity, tightening your grip around him, flipping him onto the mattress, landing on top of him a little less gracefully than you’d have liked, causing Eddie to burst into laughter. You’re quick to shut him up, grinding your sensitive cunt over his clothed cock, feeling it kick up at the contact. “You wanna help me get these off?” You ask sweetly, toying with the button of his jeans.

—

Eddie’s POV

“Jesus Christ, sweetheart.” His head falls against the mass of pillows, head foggy with the heat between his legs. “Keep doin’ that and I won’t even get the tip in.” Eddie grips your hips harshly, willing you to be still. Touching you doesn’t help in centering himself, though.

“What a shame that would be,” You tease, unclasping his belt as you speak. “Guess I’ll have to move quickly.” Eddie gets the hint, tucking his thumbs into the waistband to assist in getting his stupidly tight jeans off. He’ll curse himself about it another time, though. Right now, he’s solely focused on you, yanking his pants and underwear from his body, and tossing them to the floor carelessly before straddling him again.

You’ve always been a tease, and even all of this time apart hasn’t changed that, Eddie notices. You move slowly, sliding the length of his cock between your wet folds, head lolled to the side as you close your eyes, as if focusing into the feeling between your body and his. Eddie bites back a groan as he watches your performance, awestruck by the closeness. You infiltrate his senses, and he wills himself not to close his eyes from the pleasure.

Finally, after what feels like eternity, his swollen tip catches on your entrance, jolting him into action. He takes his cock in his hand, preparing to line up to your center the way he must have hundreds of times before. Even after these years apart, the distance both emotionally and physically between you, it is a second nature to him. You’re about an inch away when he has a moment of clarity.

“Wait,”

You huff in complaint. “Seriously?”

“I don’t have a condom.”

–

Your POV

That has never stopped him before, and you can feel the panic in your throat as you ask the question. “Have you ben fucking other people?”

He stutters, “Well, I-”

“Wait. Don’t answer that. Did you wear one when you were fucking other people?”

“Of course.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay. I’m on the pill, you’re being safe.” You shrug. Nonchalant. Not desperate at all.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“When you fuck other people, do they… ?”

“I just said I’m on the pill.”

“Yeah, okay, but you don’t know who these guys are, what diseases-”

“Okay, Eddie, stop. First of all, how do you know what genetalia the people I’m fucking have?”

That shuts him up. “Yeah. Also, if you must know, I have made all the people with penises wear a rubber. Feel better?”

Eddie is silent, and you let your brain run with your panic again. The mood is dead, Eddie is over the spontaneous, passionate confession and he’s never going to speak to you again.

“Okay.” He shrugs, and before you can respond he grips your hips, guiding you down onto his cock as you roll your hips forward, taking him deeper. Without much effort, you take his entire length, reveling in the familiar stretch of your walls. He lets you set the pace at first, a vice grip on your hips as you gain your strength, bouncing on his cock as he bucks his hips into you. You feel him growing impatient though, his thrusts growing eager, hands migrating up to grab your tits. Though you would love to draw this out, make him beg you for it, you find you’re just as desperate, watching him beneath you, mouth slack and eyes glossy, a picture you’ve missed for so long.

He finally sits up, and you let him wrap an arm around your waist, flipping you onto the mattress. Effortlessly, Eddie gains control, lifting one of your legs to wrap around his waist, allowing him even deeper inside of you. The new sensation draws a guttural moan from you, unabashed and absolutely filthy.

“Fuck, I missed that sound,” Eddie speaks between grunts, seemingly hypnotized by the way his movements cause your boobs to bounce. He continues snapping his hips, prodding that spot deep inside, that only he’s ever been able to reach. “Thought about ‘em all the time. Couldn’t let myself forget those pretty noises.” All the while, you can’t form a single coherent thought, brain foggy from the heat, coil in your stomach tightening again. He looks so beautiful above you, curly bangs stuck to his face with perspiration, eyes blown out with desire.

Eddie babbles on, ever the talker. “Missed these beauties,” He holds himself up with one hand, the other squeezing your tit again teasingly, and you giggle. “And this pussy too, so much.” the same hand travels down, ghosting over your skin until he reaches between your bodies, rubbing sweet circles on your clit. “Best I ever had, only one I ever wanted. Takin’ me so well, sweetheart. You feel so fucking good.”

“I missed you too, Eddie. You make me feel so good.” It’s a whisper, all you really have the strength for. He’s panting, resting his sweaty forehead against your own as you breathe into each other’s mouths, and his smile widens with your admission. His rhythm stutters slightly, but he doesn’t relent. “Need you to say it again, baby. Wanna hear you tell me again.”

You don’t have to ask what he means. Through your haze, you can barely get the words out, but you muster enough from the way he’s looking at you. “I love you, Eddie.”

Eddie groans at your words, throwing his head into the crook of your neck, like he’s embarrassed by his sensitivity “Fuck, I love you too. I love you so much, y/n. So. Fucking. Much.” He punctuates each word with a thrust, bringing you to peak.

And he’s right behind you. “Where should I-” He lifts his head up, and he looks at you with wide, frightened eyes.

“Inside, Eddie, please come inside me.” Your breathing is ragged, legs twitching rapidly as you cry out, white knuckles gripping the mattress.

“Shit, baby, fuck!” Eddie keeps his pace until you can’t hold on, the tether finally snapping as your walls tighten around him. You throw your arms around Eddie’s shoulders, nails digging into his skin as his cock twitches. He comes with you, spilling inside of you as a shiver runs through his body. You bring your mouth to his, swallowing his whines as you both ride out your orgasms, skin sticking to skin with sweat and spit.

Reluctantly, Eddie slips himself out of you, causing you to whine at the loss. Before you can say anything, he’s rolling out of bed and into the bathroom.

—

Eddie’s POV

He needs a minute. Maybe an hour. Realistically he’s gonna need a month. Shit. Regret isn’t the right word. Ashamed, maybe, of his lack of resolve when the subject comes to you. He’s vulnerable, exposed. He tries to shake the intrusive voice from his brain yelling in his ear that he doesn’t deserve to be loved, especially not by you.

“Eds?” Your voice pulls him from his thoughts, and he takes a deep, heavy breath before returning to you with a wet cloth.

“Sorry, got a little lost.” He chuckles, suddenly unsure how to approach this. Post sex for Eddie lately had consisted of a brief wave and a paid cab at most. Something tells him that isn’t the correct approach this time.

“Where’d you go?” You tilt your head, lending your ear like nothing’s changed since yesterday.

Eddie shakes his head. He won’t let himself ruin this again. “Nowhere more important than here.” He slips the cloth between your legs, gently wiping your inner thighs as he speaks. “Just had to pinch myself a few times.”

When you smile at him, he forgets everything he’s supposed to be worried about. He can only smile back, briefly before he kisses you again. He makes a point to be gentle, to show you he means it. Nothing is more important than here, now, with you. When your hands lace into his hair again he can’t help but sigh, as if relieved to be in your arms again.

He can’t fully shake the tension, though, and you seem to sense that. “We’ll figure this out, okay? We can talk after dinner. Just float here with me a little longer.” Your soft hand caresses his stubbled cheek, tickling him slightly as he reads your features. There is so much love in your eyes, it causes his heart to race.

Eddie nods, leaning his cheek further into your palm. You lean in again, kissing him gently as if sealing your word. He pulls you into his lap, holding you as closely as he physically can. You stay like that for awhile, before migrating to the balcony, lazily draped in t shirts as you smoke your cigarettes, enjoying each other’s presence. For now, Eddie can relax. Even for a few minutes, he is grateful for the silence.

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[getouyuri]

sighs in suguru, nanako, and mimiko domestic fluff.........

sighs very long and low with you… this had my brain whirring a little

I don’t have the screenshot but that one clip from the first episode of the hidden inventory arc where the three of them are walking down a hill and nanako and mimiko are wearing shoes that were too big for their feet… crying cos they were probably suguru’s shoes…

suguru takes his girls shopping a few days after rescuing them. sure, the twins looked adorable peddling around in his too-big shirts that he had to crop with scissors for them so that they wouldn’t trip over the fabrics that threaten to drown them, but they needed their own wardrobes. his clothes would no longer do.

he meanders along behind them as they scamper through the mall and all it has to offer, assembling outfits that clash terribly— neon yellow skirts against ashy green shirts with bling on them— and he gets the sizes of their feet measured properly by an employee so that they can wear cute crocs and shoes with velcro straps that don’t fly off of them like his big shoes did whenever the twins wore them.

and even though their outfits are admittedly eyesores, suguru never ever sways their opinions when they turn to him with round eyes and ask what he thinks of each outfit. they’re kids, and so, he lets them express themselves as they wish and find their identities through their clothes.

suguru helps them establish a routine. they brush their teeth every morning and every night ( every time they complain, he gently reminds them that it’s the first step in order to remain healthy and happy), make their beds (they insisted on having bunk beds— and who is he to deny them?), brush their hair, and pick their outfits for the day, etcetera.

when suguru can, he takes them to the park and pushes them on the swings, takes pictures and videos of them slipping down the slides with girlish squeals. they get ice cream after the girls work on a few pages out of the booklets he got them so that they could learn how to properly shape letters and spell out words. they have movie marathons every weekend, and every time without fail, nanako and mimiko pass out on either side of him. suguru gets into the habit of scooping his precious girls up and tucking them into bed with whispers of ‘sweet dreams’ that he murmurs into their hair.

he teaches them how to braid hair and they practice on him first. suguru just chuckles and combs his fingers through the tangled strands and misshapen braids, letting them try again and again until the plaits are near perfect. then they braid each other’s hair, mimiko whining a little because nanako tugs too sharply, and suguru licks his thumb and futilely tries to smooth their rowdy baby hairs down.

he teaches them complimentary colors, the color wheel, and how to blend paints, how to tie their shoelaces in ‘bunny loops’ and play hopscotch and how to ride a bike, how to distinguish different breeds of dogs and how to tell when a cake is ready to be pulled from the oven. mimiko and nanako learn how to bake and cook their favorites, which they discovered after years of trial and error. they had far from developed palates when suguru rescued them, used to plain meals and scraps as if they were stray dogs instead of two itty bitty innocent children in steadily growing bodies. he learns that nanako loves steamed broccoli but hates tempura, that mimiko is allergic to certain spices and her opinion on bacon changes every few months.

and though they love going out and eating crepes from their favorite place as a family, nothing’s better than suguru’s homemade crepes. they whine at him sometimes, cajoling, sugary sweet requests for him to make it ‘because it’s not the same when we make it! yours always taste better than ours!’

and though he knows that they’ve known how to blend ingredients into crepe batter and when to take them out of the skillet since they were 8, taught them himself on a rainy day while barbie and the magic of pegasus droned on in the background, he makes the crepes for them.

[byunbaekhyunie]

i saw your tags under that one baek airport pic and thought omg,,,,, what kinda fit would u have him wear if he was YOUR model? >:)

this was so hard because baekhyun looks good in everythinggg 🥰 also there are so many concepts I’d want him to try so I’ve decided to interpret this as: what would I have him wear for an editorial shoot

so picture this. setting is a cute, messy bedroom, clothes on the floor, unmade bed, posters on the wall, for outfits: cropped t-shirts and low cut singlets with bold lettering, all extra tight because I want to see them hunky shoulders, low rise jeans.. or baggy shorts, white crew socks, and then loads of bold accessories !! fur coats with nothing underneath, BOOTS, lots of rings, especially signet rings, sunglasses, a fun hat or two, have it feel like a little dress up session, pictures of him changing and checking himself out in the mirror, I want DYNAMIC POSING,, DRAMATIC ANGLES, he’s doing goofy poses, he’s flexing, he’s doing his manly man act pretending to be cocky, he’s playfully putting his hand up to the camera “no photos please”, he’s drawing a mustache on his face for silly close ups, blurry pictures of him laughing, lots of motion blur, throw in some mandatory Polaroid photos for that real homemade feel, I want that juxtaposition of sexy masculinity with … pure silly goofy boyishness that I think he embodies so well

don’t know if I’m making sense I know you meant this in a more fashion focused way but I got carried away, this was really fun !! tysm for sending it

[bizarrelittlemew]

Nanny for the WIP game!

HI ABS HI <333

this is the fic where Ed is a live-in nanny for Stede's kids full-time while Mary and Doug have to stay in another country for six months (post-divorce). the main ideas are "practically husbands before they can actually be together because of Ethics" and "both super horny but can't do anything about it (also because Ethics)"

here is Stede demonstrating the last point (wrote this after waking up in cold sweat with the words "SAVE WATER SHOWER TOGETHER" branded on the inside of my brain) (there's a heat wave/drought ok)

Only he couldn’t do any of that [lick Ed's sweat off his body or bury his face in Ed's armpit or rip his clothes off etc.], and that was perhaps what was driving him insane, having to constantly disguise how intoxicated he felt just by Ed’s presence next to him. Maybe that was also what made him come up with the least thought-through idea of his life and actually suggest it to Ed. It seemed that Stede’s dick had an impressive amount of power over his brain, these days. They were sitting on the patio in the shadow of a parasol, homemade lemonade with ice cubes leaving rings of condensation on the table, and Stede didn’t even care. Louis was napping and Alma was at a friend’s house for the afternoon, and Ed was wearing a fucking crop top. One that had the words “be crime do gay” printed on it around a picture of a raccoon, and that looked like Ed had cut the bottom inches of thin fabric off himself. If the intention had been to show off the trail of coarse hair running from his navel to below the waistband of his baseball shorts, it was achieved with great success. Stede really couldn’t be blamed for what he was about to say. “We could take a shower together.”

(i really want the "be crime do gay" raccoon shirt ok 😭)