#thank yiu again???????

[800db-cloud]

something about christmas i think?

[mossy-paws]

Mossy, I'm sorry for doing this to you. But I am legally obligated to sound the PM alarm for committing the action or reposting a singular post relating to project moon. My condolences.

you would not BELIEVE what I’m getting into recently /silly

[elesketchii]

ok okok who was your first blorbo? do you still love them? i need details 0-0

juuzou suzuya from tokyo ghoul id say…tg was my second hyperfixation ever and it was the first anime i actually watched in full. suzuya gave me SOOOO much gender envy u have no idea like 11 year old me wanted to have what he had so fucking bad yet i was still convinced i was cis at the time..Lol.

i used to draw his stitch pattern on my arm with a red pen whenever i’d get bored And i made a shit ton of fanart of him.. the last time i drew him was a year or two ago cuz someone requested it on my insta story ⬇️

i still have alot of love for him yes <3

[dawnleaf37]

you can get me to make more artwork by actively enjoying my artwork

[derangedfujoshi]

I've been thinking a lot about what makes the scene in DDD where Ansem pins Riku down so viscerally distinct. And I realized it's the first time Ansem actually ever laid a hand on Riku. Like normally he uses darkness or Guardian. Hell only a few minutes before this scene, Ansem uses darkness to drag Riku down (though its funnier imaging he is dragging Riku by his legs from under the darkness)

The only other time Ansem comes close is in COM:RR when he tries grabbing Riku in the dark. Also towards his head. You'd think a heartless would go after his heart. Or be more controlling and go for the neck. Probably could squeeze a meta out of that about Ansem actually being after Riku's whole being. Not just his body and/or his heart 🤔

Sorry just been feeling really feral about Risem lately (also if I sent this ask before, I'm so sorry. I couldn't remember if I actually sent you something or just kept thinking about it but never did)

Oh. My. God. You're SO right that IS the first time he actually TOUCHES HIM!?!??!?!!!

It's always been so... Metaphysical and "ethereal"(?) in a way between them up until that scene in DDD that I've just,,, never stopped to consider the implications? Because yeah in my head the touched plenty but IN GAME they actually basically never did? And now... I wonder why? Maybe cause Ansem is not used to it himself? Maybe cause he hasn't actually thought of them being separated entities on a conscious level up until that point? Because let's be honest, up until DDD Ansem was still on the "let's get this body for Xehanort" train, so he was more mh used to being a "puppet master" from the shadows acting from WITHIN Riku rather than an entity with a body of its own capable of actually touching HIM??

Thinking about it, he probably got a body of its own around that time? Because for SURE he didn't during CoM, hence why he only "reached" towards Riku in that one scene and didn't actually touch him...

Oh man, how would've felt for him, a disembodied entity only used to hitch a ride inside somebody else, to actually TOUCH and FEEL Riku for the very first time?? With hands that weren't his own?? Oh my god I'm going to feel SICK! I never stopped to consider this "in between" segment of their relationship cause I either focused on the beginning or the end of it but Uuughhhhh MY HEAD

THIS WAS SUCH A MIND BLOWING ASK THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR GIVING ME ANOTHER THING TO ROTATE INTO THE MICROWAVE UNTIL IT MELTS!!!!!!!!

[i-amarobot]

Crocheted mum a peace lily for mother's Day lol

[muttsona]

i always want you when im finally fine. how youd be over me looking in my eyes when i come. someone to watch me die.

[faggotanachronism]

1 5 6 17 50 for everybody :3

:D this is a very good batch of questions thank you so much...!!!

1. Do they have any crafting hobbies?

Girl: she's tried knitting and sewing as well as book gilding recreationally but lost most of the time and focus for it after enveloping herself in academics and work..

They: possesses a penchant for technology (think along the lines of radio) and loves taking stuff like that apart and putting it together. also took a natural interest in plantlife under the circumstances of suddenly living in an icy wasteland with few readily available food sources. makes a lot of stuff (be it consumable or clothing) with the native species around where they took shelter

Milf: if you count "crafting" some unethical experiments and research then: yes. aside from that..? past experience with baking

5. Do they have any tattoos? If so what are they and do they have any special meaning?

G: extremely old and kinda fucked up stick n poke of a dragon on the forearm. eventually after she could get a real one there was an upper arm "even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream." both mostly things she found cool; the shirley jackson quote spoke to her (looks left and looks right)

the other 2 existing don't have any but a character in developmental larva state does... woah

6. If they were badly injured, and for whatever reason couldn't go to a hospital, who would they go to for help?

G: out of anyone in the whole wide world... probably her first serious girlfriend. in an obsessive and sad sort of way

T: i honestlythink in most cases they would try to like lay down and die or ignore and wait it out somehow. but probably their older sister because they have an easier time communicating with her about themself than they do with a lawt of other people

M: her oldest son (who i'd say would be about 25?) she has not been able to share huge amounts of time or sufficient vulnerability with her children in years. she wouls like to

17. How easily would they be convinced to do something that goes against their morals?

G: outspoken but succumbs to peer pressure. if it's something extreme she will detatch herself from the situation but small things can be convinced with a little fighting

T: really does not get the point of doing things they don't want to do and so will be suuper staunch on things they explicitly stand against. would probably need to be exposed to the threat of, like, bodily harm at which point they are getting it done as quickly as possible

M: she would probably do anything if you could make her think it was funny or interesting enough

50. What is your favorite thing about them?

G: she's very genuine and passionate.. if u start talking to her about any of her subjects of interest she can carry that conversation without straining a back muscle

T: lives as authentically to themself as possible even though they have faced brutal treatment for that in the past. isolated but doesn't try pushing people away forever they know their limits but generally don't mind sharing certain spaces with others

M: has had a lifetime of empty nest syndrome. remains extremely forward and dedicated to her work and connections in spite (though partially because) of this

[miiilowo]

what ive learned is that if you have a bunch of stories because you had the money to go do whatever it is you wanted to do, chances are people won't like you a whole lot. If you have a bunch of stories because you're a fucking idiot with a sense of adventure and no voice in ur brain telling you to stop thenyoull be widely regarded as cool

[86espresso]

I love you.”

with jack? maybe they have been dating for awhile and she is not good at saying her feelings at all and jack understood that and has say i love you too but maybe after a hard day he just wants to know if she even likes him

wait bye my heart already hurts 😕 I went SO overboard with this. thank you for requesting ! 🩷

☯︎ “I love you.”

IT was safe to say that Jack was your first real relationship.

You’ve done numerous casual things with people, but you instantly knew it was different when Jack came in the picture. He was so patient with you. He never raised his voice at you. He always told you exactly what you needed to hear.

But you were still new to relationships and the whole being a girlfriend thing, so you had problems in expressing how you feel.

You went nonverbal on Jack for a day because you wanted a hug and didn’t know how to ask.

Still, he was gentle and caring, telling you that you’re doing great and that you don’t need to ask for hugs and kisses, or reasons to say ‘I love you’.

You curled up on your couch, watching Jack’s game on the tv while studying. Your first final was the following day, so you stayed home. You glance at the score and wince as the devils were losing 0-5. By that, you already knew that Jack was going to be closed off and tired. The game ended 1-5 with New Jersey’s goal coming from Jesper.

You’d involuntarily distanced yourself from your surroundings the last few days because of your hectic finals schedule and you had no idea how much it hurt Jack. He was asleep before you got to bed and you were awake before he woke up. You barely gave him the time of day without ever realizing it.

Jack rested his forehead against the door of your apartment for a moment, distraught by the loss but also knowing that you wouldn’t be there for him because you were busy and wouldn’t know what to say anyway. He really wanted comfort in your arms tonight but he didn’t think you’d care to even watch his game.

He turned the key in the lock, hearing a soft click and entered, closing the door behind him. You were sat in the couch, as expected, surrounded by books, unfazed at the door opening. Jack’s heart clenched as he saw you there; he missed you so much. The you that would’ve noticed him at the door and would’ve gotten up to kiss him.

Him dropping his hockey bag is what alerted you of his presence. You jump, knocking one of your books to the floor as you whipped around, your body relaxing when you saw that it was only Jack.

“Jack. You scared me.” You clutch your heart but notice the inevitable distress on his face. “Are you okay?”

Jack didn’t have the energy to bother you with his problems, so he just nodded and went to the kitchen for a glass water. He was surprised to see a full glass waiting for him on the counter and heard the soft padding of your footsteps behind him.

“I-uh kept that for you.” You cross your arms and look anywhere but at Jack. He felt himself soften slightly; one of the things he craved was you showing that you cared but being nonchalant about it. He thought it was adorable.

“Thanks, baby.”

He took the glasses and downed it, immediately refilling it to drink again.

“I’m really sorry about the loss.” You say softly, hopping on the counter next to where Jack was standing. You watch him freeze, as if he was surprised.

“You watched? I thought you were busy.”

“I was but I always watch your games, you know that.” You furrow your brows.

Jack nodded. “Right, yeah.”

“Jack? Why are you upset? Like, actually.”

Jack sighed, you may be not be the brightest in reading people but you knew him like the back of your hand.

“[ ], I need to know-” he stops in front of yiu, putting his hands in either side of you, “if you still- uh.”

“If I still?”

Jack felt sick even implying it, so he gave you a pleading look so that you’d complete it for him.

You take a shot at it, “You know I love you, right? More than anything.” You reach up to hold his face. You feel your heart shatter when he looks at you hopefully, as if he forgot that you loved him.

It was then when you realized how negligent you’ve been. Jack loved your attention on him and said too much of it wasn’t a thing.

He just wanted to know if you still loved him.

You hugged him tight and he pulled you closer to the edge of the counter to feel as close as possible.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice breaks off at the end.

“I know you’ve been stressed, baby. But that’s why I’m here, to share it with you. You need to talk to me more. Will you?” He pulls away to look intently into your eyes.

You nod and hold your pinkie out so he links it in yours. He giggles, does the promise and leans forward to kiss you softly.

[munsonsmixtapes]

Ok but imagine like older Eddie he's like 50 and he's still in corroded coffin but they only got big around Hawkins and surrounding areas but like you meet him ajd you're 23 and he's selling merch and you donf think he's in the band and you're in town for the headliners band which is a bigger more well known band bur yiu and Eddie start flirting and you're wearing your usual concert outfit a tight cropped tank top and short shorts and you guys takk and you wnd up buying merch for the band you think he's just selling for jusf bc you needed a reason to talj to him and then you go to your seats and the opening band is Eddie's bandand yiu see him and your jaw drops and you're in shock and he's so so giddy and flirty wven while he's playinf but only ti you and he feels like a teenager again and his hormones are racing and after the set you don't even stay to watch the headliner you go and talj eith him more and one thing leads to another and yiu guys ya know get filthy 🥵🥵🙈🙈🙈

This is such a great request! I did change the age gap because it’s a little too large for my liking so I hope that’s okay!

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) fingering, grinding, age gap (reader is 25 and Eddie is 40)

You entered the crowded venue and smoothed out your skirt before heading over to the merch stand of the band you were most excited to see. You had worn your best outfit, hoping to get some action from the lead guitarist, even though he was definitely old enough to be your father. What could you say? You had a thing for older men and didn’t think there was anything wrong with that.

You pulled your shirt down just enough to show your cleavage, even though your bra was very visible through the tight material and made your way over to the merch table where you knew the band hung out before their set.

You looked around at the other tables as you went and stopped when you saw the hottest man you had ever seen at the stall right next to the one you had your eye on. He was staring directly at you, his eyes looking directly at your tits that were practically spilling over your tank top.

He had a beard that you were definitely into and his hair was pulled back into a loose bun which you assumed was to keep his hair off his neck in the hot venue and he was wearing a denim vest which showcased his tattoos very nicely. He had some on his torso and both of his arms were covered in full sleeves.

As you stepped closer, you could see all of his face piercing which included a hoop through both his lip and nose and a piercing through his eyebrow. He was so hot that you could have sworn you were getting wet just from looking at him.

“Hi,” you greeted, putting on your signature flirty smile and he mimicked it, his far better than yours.

“Hi,” he replied, pressing his hands on the counter and leaning forward, just close enough for you to get a whiff of him. He smelled like the perfect mixture of tobacco and whatever cologne he was wearing and it was intoxicating.

“Corroded Coffin?” You asked, looking down at the shirts that were displayed both behind him and on the table he was leaning on. You knew practically every band in the genre so you weren’t entirely sure why you had never heard of them.

“They’re newer,” he responded, his voice sounding raspy and low, making your cunt even more damp. “It’s their first big show outside of Indiana.”

“That’s really cool,” you smiled. You always loved supporting smaller bands and eyed the CD that was next to him, displaying what you had assumed was their album.

“You should check them out,” he said, handing you one of the CDs and a shirt that he assumed was your size. You reached for your purse, but he just shook his head.

“No need, sugar,” he winked. “It’s on the house.”

“Well thank you-” you paused, realizing you didn’t know his name.

“Eddie,” he responded and got thought the name suited him.

“Eddie,” you repeated and he loved the way it fell from your pretty glossed lips.

“And you are?” He asked, leaning even closer and his scent entered your nose again, making you want to smell it forever.

“I guess you’ll have to find out when you find me later,” you gave him a wink of your own and grabbed a sharpie from your purse that you had brought for autographs and grabbed his hand before scribbling your number on it. With that, you turned on your heel to head to to head into the seating area, making a beeline for a spot right in front of the barricade, the whole reason why you originally showed up in the first place as your mind wandered to Eddie.

Not long after, you received a text from Eddie which had been an eggplant emoji and immediately saved his number before sending him the water droplets back.

After about an hour of making conversation with the people around you, the lights went down and the first band came on. You watched as fog moved across the stage as the curtain slowly rose to reveal the band, a gasp escaping your lips as you realized that the front man was Eddie.

“How we doing San Francisco?” He asked as he adjusted his mic. His eyes locked on yours and you smiled, giving him a flirty wave. Everyone erupted in cheers and you joined them, clapping your hands together and cheering as loud as you could.

“Good to hear it. May I say that I am doing fantastic. I think I’m gonna start off with a fan favorite. Is that alright?” Everyone cheered again and you were curious to see which song they were going to perform.

The song started off slow, but you didn’t miss the absolutely filthy lyrics that were spilling from Eddie’s mouth. He was watching the entire time, almost as if he was dedicating the song to you. He then stepped away from his mic, you reached your hand out to him and he took it, pressing a kiss to the skin, looking directly into your eyes as he sang about wanting to fuck you like an animal.

As you watching Eddie perform, you let your mind think about all of the things you’d let him do to you. The way you’d grind against him while he sat in the passenger seat of your car as he took what he wanted from you as he kissed you until you were both breathless. He’d then stick his hands underneath your skirt and finger you, stretching you out so you’d be ready for his giant cock and he’d fuck you until you both orgasmed, the windows fogging up from your moans mixing together in the air.

You honestly hadn’t been paying attention their entire set after the first song. All you could think about was how badly you wanted to see Eddie naked and just how much you wanting to run your tongue along his lip ring while he pounded into you, making you moan like you never had before.

You sent Eddie your location as you got to your car and he met you there pretty quickly, still in his outfit from before, his torso glistening with sweat that you found yourself wanting to lick up.

“So, you gonna tell me your name now?” He asked as he took a drag of the cigarette he was holding.

“I’m y/n.”

“Oh, I’m gonna love moaning that,” he responded then his eyes widened. “That is why you asked me here, right?”

“What did you think the emoji meant?”

“I just wanted to be sure, sugar,” he took another drag from the cigarette and blew it through his lips. “Just wanted to make sure the feeling was mutual before I did anything. And I also wanted to make sure that you were of age before we did anything. You’d be surprised how many minors try to get with me.”

You pulled your ID from your wallet and handed it to him. You had been younger than he thought and a couple years younger than the half your age plus seven rule but since it was only two, he supposed he could make an exception. You were just so hot to not take the opportunity.

He gave you your ID back and without hesitation, his lips were on yours in a filthy kiss as he set you on the hood of your car, spreading your legs so he could step between them to get closer to you. He licked into your mouth and laid you down onto the hood, neither of you caring who was around. You were just so desperate for each other that you couldn’t waste any time getting into the car.

His tongue roughly scraped against yours and you let out a moan at the feeling which made his dick harden which you felt against you, making you even more wet. Eddie’s hand slowly moved down to your skirt and moved up it. His fingers were rough and his rings were cool against your thigh as he slowly moved his hand up it. His cock hardened even more once he realized you hadn’t been wearing any underwear.

He shoved two of his fingers up your pussy as his lips moved against yours and you moaned into his mouth at both the sensation and his cold rings brushing the sensitive skin.

“Oh,” you moaned and he pulled away, wanting to see you come undone at his touches. Your eyes closed as he got both fingers fully inside and then he pulled out, pumping in and out and you moaned louder as he moved harder and faster, your legs giving out at the pure delight that was coursing through you.

“Look so pretty around my fingers, sugar. Bet you look even prettier around my cock,” he said as he pulled his fingers out of you as soon as you reached your orgasm. He licked the slick clean off his fingers and looked down at you with a grin as you gasped at the action. “And look at that, you taste even better.”

Your legs were feeling like jello as you were sliding down the hood of the car. Eddie caught you and helped you to the passenger seat. He got in first and you climbed on top of him. He slammed the door and as soon as you were in the privacy of the tinted windows, your lips were on his, the kiss rough and hot as you leaned the seat back as far as it would go. Once it was situated, you moved your hands to Eddie’s vest, pulling it down his shoulders. He leaned up so you had more ease removing it and eventually, it ended up in the backseat as he pulled the bottom of your shirt out from your skirt. He could see the red bra underneath it pretty clearly, but he wanted to see it without the shirt being in the way.

You lifted your arms and he removed your shirt in one quick motion, tossing it into the back seat before taking a moment to get a look at you. You looked so fucking hot on top of him with your kiss bitten lips and your tits that were practically spilling out of your bra. He didn’t know what he had done to be able to be there with you in that moment, but he was definitely going to consider himself fucking lucky.

Eddie’s fingers ran along the lace that was attached to the tops of the cups and you felt your nipples harden as his fingers touched your bare chest as his fingers moved. He kissed you again and stuck his hand down one of the cups to squeeze your tit. He licked into your mouth and you began grinding against him, the slick of your sopping wet cunt seeping through his jeans, making the fabric wet as well.

You felt his hard dick against your entrance as you continued to grind on him and he groaned into your mouth at the feeling. Eventually, his hands moved to the back of your bra and he unclasped it with ease before tossing it to the back to join your other discarded clothing.

“God, fuck, you’re so hot,” he practically whimpered as he caught sight of your tits.

“Oh, you like them?” You asked, moving to the left and right, causing them to move with you. Eddie swore he was going to cream his pants right there.

“Wanna see them bounce while you ride me,” his voice was even lower and raspy than before and you swore that you weren’t going to survive if he was going to keep talking like that. “Wanna ride me, sugar?” That nickname was doing things to you that you couldn’t even explain.

“Wanna ride you so bad, fuck,” you whined. Oh, he could get used to that. You moved so he could remove his pants while you reached for a condom in your purse. Once you had it and his pants and underwear were down to his ankles. His cock was even larger than you had expected and you were not glad he had fingered you so you were more stretched out.

“You’re so big,” you told him and he smiled.

“Think you can take it?”

“Oh, I know I can.” You rolled the condom onto his dick then situated yourself onto it, the two of you letting out moans as he entered you. You grabbed onto his shoulders while his hands went to your waist. Your hips bucked as you began to ride him. Eddie watched your tits bounce as you moved and he was mesmerized by the moment, very sure that no one had ever looked that hot in that situation.

You continued to ride him as you leaned down and pressed your lips to his, your tongue moving his lip ring back and forth as your bare tits pressed to his chest. It was overstimulating, but he didn’t even care.

“Fuck, driving me crazy,” he moaned. “Can’t be doing all these things at once, sugar. My poor cock can’t take it.”

“Oh, you can take it,” you responded, your movements becoming even faster and harder, causing his back to arch, his own hips bucking against yours. His vision went hazy as he reached his peak, letting out his loudest moan yet, but neither of you were ready to stop.

You pulled him in for another filthy kiss and loved the way his facial hair scraped against your face. It was touch and coarse and you didn’t even care if it irritated your skin so long as he kept kissing you like that, his tongue swirling around and scraping against yours.

You scratched down his chest and you continued to ride him, the feeling of his hips bucking against yours causing you to come undone. His fingers were digging into your hips so hard that you swore that he was going to leave bruises, but you didn’t care. In fact, you kind of wanted him to so you could have physical proof of this moment.

Your pace slowed down as both of you orgasmed, wanting to take things slow for a bit since you had gotten there so quickly. Now you just wanted to enjoy the way he felt inside you a little longer. He felt so good and you were stalling at that point because you knew that this was just going to be a one time thing. It always was with rockstars. They were always the hit it and quite it types.

You eventually got off of Eddie and the two of you cleaned up and he pulled his pants back up which you helped him button. You then settled yourself back on his lap and leaned your head against his chest, tracing the tattoo that was right by your face.

“So, same time tomorrow?” He asked, letting his fingers gently run up and down your back and you pulled back to look at him.

“You want to?” You asked, your face lighting up at his suggestion. He pulled you into a short kiss before smiling as well.

“Sugar, if you fuck me like that again, I’d be happy to do it every night.” You pulled him in for another kiss the laid your head back on his chest to hide the grin on your face.

“It’s a date,” he responded, a grin making its way upon his face as he thought that maybe he’d wine and dine you first. That was what you deserved for making him feel that good, after all.

[venic-bxtch]

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✼Joe Burrow x Ambitious!reader✼

✼pt.2✼

Joe showed up at the gym the next morning, earlier than usual. It wasn’t like he was desperate or anything—he just happened to feel like switching up his routine.

Right. Sure.

He scanned the room as he walked in, towel slung over his shoulder, trying to be casual. And there she was, back on the treadmill, jogging at that same determined pace. You were focused, earbuds in, and entirely in your own world.

Joe wandered over to the free weights, pretending to stretch while sneaking glances at her. You had no idea he was there—again. It was kind of infuriating but also weirdly endearing.

He waited until you slowed to a walk, then grabbed a bottle of water and made his way over, trying to act like he wasn’t counting every step.

“Hey,” he said casually, hopping onto the treadmill next to hers.

You glanced over, eyebrows raising in recognition. “Oh. Football guy.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “That’s one way to remember me.”

“Joe, right?” You said, wiping your forehead with her sleeve.

He grinned, absurdly pleased you remembered. “Yeah. And you are…?”

Your face lit up with a sheepish smile. “Oh. I never told you, did I? It’s Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeated, testing it out. “Nice to officially meet you.”

You slowed her treadmill to a stop and hopped off, grabbing your water bottle. “So, Joe, you always this friendly, or do you just make it a habit to harass strangers on treadmills?”

“Only the ones who look like they’re having a terrible time,” he shot back, smiling.

You laughed, “Fair enough. And what about you? Back for round two of your usual routine?”

“Something like that,” he said. “Thought I’d see if you got the job.”

Your smile faltered, and you shook your head. “Not this time. But there’s always next week.”

“Sorry to hear that,” he said, genuinely meaning it. “What are they, blind? They don’t know what they’re missing.”

You gave him a look, like you couldn’t tell if he was serious or just being nice. “I don’t know about that, but thanks. What about you? Big game coming up?”

He hesitated, realizing she had no idea who he really was. She didn’t know about the upcoming season, the pressure, or the fact that half the city expected him to carry the Bengals back to the playoffs.

“Yeah, something like that,” he said, keeping it vague. “But, uh, I wouldn’t want to bore you with football stuff.”

“Good call,” you said with a grin.

He laughed again, unable to help himself. God, she was something else.

As you grabbed her stuff to leave, he blurted out, “Hey, can I get your number?”

You froze, glancing back at him with a mix of surprise and amusement. “You want my number?”

He nodded, trying to keep his cool. “You know, so I can check in on how the job hunt’s going. Strictly motivational purposes.”

“Right,” you said, biting back a smile. “Motivational.”

Joe shrugged, his grin widening. “You seem like you could use a good cheerleader.”

You paused, then reached into your bag and pulled out a scrap of paper. Scribbling something down, you handed it to him.

“Don’t make me regret this, Football Guy.”

He took the paper, feeling a rush of victory. “I won’t. Promise.”

As you walked away, he glanced down at the number, your name written neatly underneath.

This time, he knew exactly who you were. And there was no way he was letting yiu slip away again.

Taglist: @heavyhitterheaux @inmyfeelingsgnocchi @joeybsboo @funnyjb @crispppykreme @nami-swannn @tylerjeauxburreaux9 @platinumsim

@joeyfranchise @blackynsupremacy

[washeduprockstr]

DUMB FUCKER I WILL KILL YOU. CANON AS HELL. i need to draw him being a shithead more </3 because that's certainly what he is.

THIS IS SO GOOD ARGHH AAAUUUGHHH ERRGGHRHFHCVXV WHEN I GET YOU. WHEN I GET YOU!!

fanboyed too hard might become the biblical canonical bigges fan of idiot smiley computer asshole freak. nothing stops me from fanart, not even a lack of tablet to draw on so i just did this with my fingerts and my phone annndd ibis paint x.

I LVOE OFFIZ I LOVE OFFIZZ I LOVE OFFIZ @washeduprockstr made best guy ever fr guys we can all go home now

[russellsppttemplates]

Both Herve and Charles being enamored by your back on the black-less dress you are wearing for Charles' birthday party

"Hervé, can you go and tell papa that we don't need any more spoons, please?", you asked your toddler, seeing him grab the spare ones and head for the kitchen, "I'm going upstairs and change quickly before everyone arrives", you told him and Pascale who was sitting on the sofa with Amélie on her arms, "okay, chérie, I'll keep this one entertained", your mother in law assured.

You didn't want to go over the top for the celebrations, after all, you had a small gathering with close friends and family at your house and since the weather seemed to be a bit uncertain, you opted to keep it inside instead of the garden, but it was also your husband's birthday, so it was worth to dress up a little still. Pining your hair back as you knew that soon enough you'd be helping with the rest and bringing food from the kitchen, you did one final check in the mirror before grabbing the dress from the hanger. It was a simple cut, the backless detail getting all the attention as it was carefully tailored to fit your body properly.

Walking downstairs, you could already hear voices of the guests and their laughter and your toddler running around with your friends' kids, "Hi, guys! I'm so glad you could make it!", you said, greeting them as you walked along the living room before you heard your son gasp. Looking around for him and expecting him to be hurt, you were met with an enamored expression, "Mama! Tu es si belle!", he smiled, running so he could hug you, his hands travelling to your back as he kissed your cheeks repeatedly, delighting everyone who saw the moment, "your dress is very pretty!", he said, kicking his legs as yiu put him down so he could look at your ba k closely, "Papa! Have you seen mama's dress?", he called.

Charles had been in the kitchen washing his hands before he heard his son, walking to meet you, "no, buddy, I haven't. What's- oh, wow", he let out. Approaching you, your husband held out his hand so you could twirl, "you look gorgeous, amour", he said, stealing a kiss from the corner of your lips.

"She does, right, papa?", Hervé smiled, leaving to play with his friends and leaving you a blushing mess, "alright, alright, it's probably the first time I'm wearing something that isn't lounge wear or jeans since giving birth to this little gorgeous lady", you said, holding out your arms to get Amélie from Pascale so she could, too, enjoy the party as you felt all eyes on you, "but let's eat some food, yes?".

While the guests went around the tables and ate and drunk, Charles stayed back with you, his hands going from your back and up and down to your waist as he kissed your neck, "you truly do look gorgeous, amour, absolutely breath taking".

Throught the afternoon, it was clear that both of your boys loved how the piece looked on you. Charles sat next to you anytime he could, even if he was talking to someone else, and Hervé would come up to you to give you kisses and compliments every now and again, staying next to you as well as he played with his sister, "are you having a conversation? What is it about?", Marta asked your youngest as she hesrd her babbles, "Amélie was telling me that mama looks even prettier in her dress", Hervé smiled as Charles nodded in agreement.

"I'm being very very spoiled with compliments from my boys today", you smiled, kissing both of their cheeks, "You deserve it, amour".

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STOPP OK LIKE SETTING UP THE CHRISTMAS TREE WITH SEVENTEEN 😽

彡 christmas tree.

notes ๑ super domestic hcs of setting up the christmas tree with your svt bf!

genre ๑ fluff

warnings ๑ none

word count ๑ 1.2k

from aya: THIS WAS SO FUN! WAS SO HYPED TO WRITE THIS THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS BAE ILY!<33

seungcheol, he does it on your accord but he could go all out if he wanted. he’d get you a real tree if you tell him to but you guys did that once and hated the cleanup process.

but anyways, as december rolls in, you’re awoken to the sounds of the faux tree branches rustling against each other.

he pouts cause he wanted it to be a surprise where you wake up and the tree would be ready for you to decorate but here you were.

but eventually the tree is ready and he passes the ornaments to you while he placed a few up aswell.

if you’re comfortable with it, he’d carry you so that you can reach the top of the tree to place the star. as he brings you back down, you both smile and he sneaks a peck onto your lips.

you spent the night in the living room, on the couch with a shared blanket with the tree lit up while soft christmas music quietly played from a speaker.

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jeonghan/wonwoo would do it spontaneously. like you two are laying on the couch, your head on his chest and he’s scrolling on his phone when suddenly he sees a picture of a bunny and asks “want to set the christmas tree up today?” you question what the correlation was but before you could even ask he was pulling you to the storage room to find the tree and dusty old ornaments.

sure he sacrifices you to go in the store room but atleast he sets the tree up. he clings onto you as you peacefully place the ornaments up. he’s leaning onto you as if you’re a crutch but he placed an ornament or two on his own.

needless to say, prepping the tree took a lot out of him but the cheer you let out as the tree lights turned on made it all worth while.

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joshua would bring it up not as spontaneously as jeonghan/wonwoo, but it’s still spontaneous. you at least had a day head start as he asked you, “want to set up a tree tomorrow?” you two were already out so you bought new ornaments and lights and even some matching mugs for the vibes.

once you two got home, you both ended up deciding you were going to set the tree up this instant out of excitement.

you got some hot chocolate ready as joshua quietly suffered from the tangled lights but luckily he had great patience.

you both simultaneously placed the ornaments on together and he hung one on your ear as you did the same. it was fairly therapeutic and he loved playing around with you.

you ended the night in his arms with hot chocolate in your matching mugs on the side table.

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jun. you decorated him. briefly. afterwards yiu took it all off and placed it on the tree but he did get a bit tangled in the christmas tree lights. you left him to untangle himself as you silently transferred the ornaments onto the actual christmas tree.

but once he does get untangled it’s over for you as he tackles you into a hug, he tree nearly tipped over. your floor was covered in christmas themed things and you both silently sat in the middle of it with a cup of freshly made hot chocolate.

it was chaos in there but despite the mess, you two would do it all over again.

you both took a millennial looking selfie with the tree behind. super cute!

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soonyoung needs the whole world to know it’s christmas. by the time it was past halloween, he played jingle bell rock and dragged the christmas tree out from the storage room.

you get a new pack of ornaments every year but still use the same christmas tree while mixing in some of the old ornaments. he definitely makes you get in his shoulders to place the star on the top of the tree. as he brings you back down, he turns the trees’ lights on and you two share a kiss.

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jihoon/minghao can’t help but smile at your excitement when you two went out to get ornaments but he’d definitely start to restrain you when you place too many packs in the cart.

he doesn’t push the christmas tree agenda onto you nor is he against it, he just goes on your accord.

but he’s the one to set it up for you and he mostly opened the ornament packs for you and held it out for you to take from.

you both did the tree lights together and at some point you jumped into each other. you stared at each other after if you were highschool kids but anyways, he slowly leaned in for a kiss. as you part, you both went back to finishing the tree.

you both cuddled in the living room that night and took tons of photos with the tree lights shine and tint on your skin.

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seokmin/mingyu tries to get the heavy lifting out of the way. he loves to put a christmas tree up but he loves seeing your excited reaction more!!

he’s corny and likes to play christmas music, by then you can tell he’s doing something, you don’t know what but, he’s doing things. however you are happily delighted when you walk out the room and see the tree.

he jumped to hype you up for tree decorating and you couldn’t help but laugh. you two placed the ornaments together and honestly, out of all of the trees, this tree comes out the best. it’s super instragrammable and you both adored it so much.

he’s hugging you from the back as you both see the tree when it’s done and lit up.

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seungkwan/chan, you just happened to wake up one day and walked out your room to him standing beside a tall christmas tree he freshly set up. he stood by it with a proud pose and a big smile on his face that screamed ‘nice tree right? let’s decorate it.’

he’s a bit certain with it tho— he points it out when he thinks two ornaments are too close to each other or he’d just quietly move it when you’re not looking. you’ve caught him a few times but decided not to address it.

but regardless of his…attitude, the night ends sweetly as you two sit down and admire the tree, lit up in all its glory.

���the star is a bit crooked—“ “get over it.”

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vernon always feels unmotivated to get the tree out but it’s always the same cycle where you two are watching iconic christmas movies and he catches a glimpse of the dazzling, over the top decorated trees. only then he gets the tree out and even checks for new decorations. all cause he wants to one up the movie!

but slowly, he doesn’t care about having a well decorated tree as he sees the smile you have while you’re placing up the ornaments. out of the blue, he approached you from the back and gives you a hug as he whispers an i love you.

you two get on top of the couch together to put the star on together.

[marshmellowfluff221]

Sniffles

Pairing: Kenma x Reader

Summary: Kenma gets sick and takes a day off to recover.

Warnings: None

A/N: This occurs when you guys are adults working and living together in an apartment

(also i swear i'll fix my masterlist soon)

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You always woke up before Kenma, got ready, made breakfast and left a little note for the tired man that still slept soundly. Usually you'd write what he can do while you're gone if he's bored of work. Sometimes he stays home since there's no need to go in and during those times he usually sleeps in. Regardless, you didn't mind.

As you double checked your bag, to make sure everything you needed for work was in there, you heard a small snore emitting from your shared bedroom. A small smile crept onto your face as you put down your bag and keys and slowly walked over to the slightly open door and pushed it open. Kenma was peacefully sleeping, his arms around your pillow. He normally holds you but once you get up you have to expertly replace your body with a pillow or he'll wake up. His brows furrowed, his mouth parted slightly as light snores escape. Kenma wasn't a big snorer, only on days he was exhausted.

You contemplated taking a picture, but thought against it. His sixth sense would go off and you'd have a grumpy Kenma to deal with. You decided to instead tip toe up to his side of the bed and leave a small kiss upon his cheek.

"I love you too." Kenma grumbled, almost as if he was sleep talking- which he did pretty often. You couldn't tell if he was awake or not but he continued snoring so you made your swift exit and went to work.

After a long and exhausting day at work, you fumbled with your keys in the apartment door. You had been wanting to come home earlier, concerned when you never received a text from Kenma saying he made it to work. Perhaps he was working from home today. You finally managed to open the door and noticed how quiet the apartment was. Concern began creeping into your mind.

"Kenma?" You stepped inside, shutting the door behind you. You placed your bags on the kitchen island, seeing your note from the morning untouched. "Hm."

You didn't bother taking off your shoes as you stepped towards the bedroom, pushing the door open slightly. A lump laid in your shared bed. Kenma.

"Kenma? Are you okay?" You reached up to the top of the blanket, pulling it down slightly to reveal Kenma's tired face. He blinked slowly, red coating his nose and cheeks. A fever. You placed the back of your hand against his forehead, feeling the heat radiating off of him before you even touched his skin.

"Kenma honey, you're sick." You whispered, brushing his hair from his forehead and leaning down to place a kiss upon the redness. "Why didn't you text me? I would've come home early."

"Didn't wanna bother." Kenma mumbled. He wasn't his usual self, the fever making him tired. You sighed, knowing you would've done the same if you were sick.

"Okay, let me get you some medicine." You gave him another kiss to which he grumbled something about you getting sick from him. You rushed to the kitchen grabbing the proper pills and a wet towel. You came back to the room, Kenma a little more awake now. You placed the wet towel upon his forehead. He sighed instantly, closing his eyes in content. He pulled his hand out from under the covers, holding it out. You placed the pills in his palm and he took them.

"Thank you." Kenma mumbled, eyes still closed as he laid there. He never liked asking for help when he was sick. You two were similar in that way, and you both got mad at the other when neither of yiu said anything.

"Get some rest, I'll make dinner." You kissed his forehead for a third time and he nodded, his soft snores starting up again.

You cooked and ate your own dinner as Kenma was still sleeping. When he woke he looked better, but still trudged into the kitchen with a blanket wrapped around him and tissue stuffed into his nose. He ate and you sat with him and discussed your day. Some drama with coworkers that you needed to catch him up on.

Once the day was over both of you showered and then went to bed as usual. In the morning you woke, a little tired than normal, but got up and got ready. You'd just finished changing when you realized the man that sleeps beside you wasn't in bed. You were confused by the lack of Kenma.

You stepped out into the rest of the apartment, spotting him sitting at the dining room table. Eggs, bacon, and toast sat on a plate for you and him. A small smile made it's way to your lips. It was his way of saying thank you for taking care of me.