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corroded-hellfire · 2 days

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Requests pre-Eliza? Of course we have 😅 I don't know about y'all but we need bff Jess to come back! I mean hello? Best friend, where are you? As personal experience, I have known my girl for over a decade now and we share pretty much and I we shop together, not as much as we'd like but we do, and we often give advice (more like buy it now or throw away whatever that is) and that is also about lingerie or sexy underwear, we do enjoy to surprise our men and also feel a lil sexy with ourselves and with what we wear ❤️‍🔥👯‍♀️

We love Jess, we stan Jess. And it’s only fitting that this story about best friends was written with my best friend @munson-blurbs 💚

Warnings: mentions of smut

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[As You Wish masterlist]

The two of you have only been in the lingerie shop for seven minutes and you already have a black baby doll top with matching panties in your arm and Jess has a fire engine red bra and panty set. One of the crappier parts about growing up is not getting to see friends as often as you did before, or as you’d like to. It’s been far too long since just you and Jess spent time together, so when the idea of shopping for some post-wedding lingerie popped into your head, the perfect partner-in-crime came to mind.

A rack just past the clearance section catches your eye and you stroll over to pick up a white bustier.

“White? You sure about that?”

You turn around to see Jess raising an eyebrow at you. “There was nothing virginal about those sounds coming from your room when he stayed over.”

You tuck your lips into your mouth to stifle a pained smile, knowing that she’s right. Your brain is flooded with memories of waking up to Eddie’s head between your thighs, nose nudging at your clit while his tongue fucked into you. Or the nights that started and ended with him deep inside you, fingers gripping your hips like you’d slip away if he didn’t hold on tight. The two of you tried to be quiet–or at least had the intention of doing so–but after a few orgasms, volume control was the least of your concerns.

Unable to refute your friend since you know she’s right, you stick your tongue out at her and bump your hip into hers. A red bra on the clearance shelf is the closest thing to you so you grab it and toss it at Jess’s face.

“Here, have more red, since you’re the devil. Oh no, wait.” A pair of black panties is one shelf lower, so you toss those at her next. “Black to match your soul.”

The brunette laughs and bats the garments away, putting them back where they belong.

“Just let me know if you see anything crotchless because I—”

“Ripped the last pair with Kyle, yes, I know,” you lament. “I don’t need to hear that story again.”

“Spoilsport,” Jess mumbles, turning to stroll down another aisle of slips and robes. “Seems unfair with how much we’ve talked about your sex life.”

“First of all, you ask,” you point out, walking past her and over to a rack of lace corsets. “Second of all, we talk about your sex life plenty. When you were with Paul, or Annie, or Josh. But I’ve heard the Kyle story way too many times.”

The scraping of metal hangers as you look through the corsets isn’t loud enough to drown out Jess’s overdramatic sigh. She reaches behind you and lifts a hanger off with her index finger, presenting you with a white lace teddy.

“Here. Eddie will lose his mind.” She shrugs. “Not that he doesn’t already do that when you’re in anything. Or nothing.”

Heat rises in your cheeks, despite knowing she’s right. You accept the garment from her and look it over—it’s exactly what you were looking for.

“It’s perfect,” you tell her. “Just have to find matching garter and stockings now.”

As you turn your head to scan for the items, a plum-colored chemise catches your eye.

“Ooh, Jess!” You grab her hand in your free one and tug her in that direction. “This color would look perfect on you.”

You pick it up and hold it against Jess’s lithe body, the reddish-purple complimenting Jess’s brown skin perfectly.

“I do look good in this shade, don’t I?” Jess asks, looking down at herself.

“Any shade, really,” you say. It’s one thing you’ve always been envious of your friend for.

Jess bats her eyelashes at the compliment and takes the chemise from you to look it over again. She shuffles the red bra and panty set she already has in her arms and drapes the chemise over them. Patting the silky material, her head snaps up and she gives you an eager smile.

“Okay, idea,” Jess says. “You go to pick out something for me, I’ll go pick out something for you, then we go try everything on.”

The two of you used to do this back when you were in college with dresses and cute outfits when there was a party or special event coming up. A beloved tradition between best friends.

“Deal,” you agree. “I’ll begin my search as soon as I locate my garter and stockings.”

Both of you are fairly quick in your searches and you meet up in front of the dressing rooms fifteen minutes later. Though, “dressing rooms” may be too generous of a term. In reality, they’re only large booths sectioned off by swaths of dark raspberry velvet curtains.

Jess hands you a royal blue corset that has thin strips of fabrics laced over a cutout that exposes your belly button, and the matching panties. The color is gorgeous, and the material is surprisingly soft for something that’s meant to crush your ribs. In return, you deliver the classic black romper you have chosen for her.

First up in the fashion show, Jess tries on her red bra and panties, and you slip into the sheer black baby doll top and panties you’d nabbed as soon as you’d walked into the shop. Once it’s situated on your body to your satisfaction, you push the heavy velvet curtain out of the way and pad into the common area where you’re met by an excited Jess.

“Oh, girl!” she squeals as you do a twirl, flaring out the panels of the top. “That one better be for the honeymoon too.”

With a sigh far too dramatic for the moment, you look down at yourself in the garment. As soon as you put it on all you wanted was to show it off to Eddie. The moment you stepped into the store all you could think about was how Eddie would react to how you would look and what he would do to you while you were wearing some of these pieces.

“All of them have to wait for the honeymoon?” you pout. “I don’t think I can wait that long.”

“It’s less than a month away.”

“But still.”

“Oh, do what you want,” Jess says, waving a dismissive hand, as if she were dealing with a pouting child. She turns to go back towards her dressing room, but you call out for her to wait and your eyes scan over her in the crimson pieces.

“Jess, if it weren’t illegal, I’d say you should just wear that everywhere,” you say. “Like…wow.”

“Why thank you,” Jess says, dropping into a curtsy that makes you laugh. “Next, try on what we picked for one another.”

You give her a quick salute and the two of you disappear back into your respective booths. A few mumbled curses come from your side of the curtain as you change into the corset, the damn thing harder to get on than it looks. Once you both emerge, your jaw drops as you stare at your friend.

“Jess, please let me pick out everything you wear from here on out. You look hot.”

Jess turns around, looking at herself from all angles in the tailor’s mirror tucked away in the corner.

“Love that it’s not skintight and I’m still sexy as hell.”

“Teach me your ways.”

Slowly, Jess turns to you with raised eyebrows.

“Ma’am.” She grabs your hand and tugs you in front of the intricate golden mirror. “Look at you. Look at these.” She runs her hand, palm up, beneath your boobs, as if presenting them. “You wear this and Eddie isn’t going to let you go until he physically drops.”

You giggle and cover your face with your hands just at the thought. Maybe on this honeymoon you’d see how far you could push Eddie before you wear him out.

Jess smacks your ass and backs up so you can look at yourself on the mirror on your own.

“God really said let’s make the sexiest bitches in the world be best friends,” she says.

You take a look at yourself in the mirror, spinning to see every angle of yourself. You’re not sure what it is, but you find yourself genuinely admiring how you look. You could probably count on one hand the number of times that’s happened in your life. Whether it’s growing older, having such a supportive best friend, a fiancé who adores you, or a bit of everything in your life, you feel like maybe your happiness is radiating from the inside out.

“I do look good,” you admit to yourself.

“Hell yes,” Jess agrees.

“Okay, okay,” you say, walking away from the mirror. “Last sets.”

It’s much easier to slip into your last pieces of lingerie so you step out of your dressing room before Jess.

“God, this feels so good against my skin,” Jess says as she comes out of her dressing room. She runs her hands down her body, the silky material cool and flowing like water down to mid-thigh. Her head lifts from admiring her own body and once she gets a look at you in your garments, she lets out a gasp and covers her mouth. Confusion wrinkles your brow, but you really get concerned when you see silver tears lining her eyes.

“What?” you ask, hands feeling all over your body as if you’d find a knife sticking out of you or something equivalent.

“Oh my God,” Jess says, arms dropping. “You…you’re glowing. How? In your wedding lingerie, you’re glowing.”

Even though your body relaxes, your face heats up as a shy smile tugs at the corners of your mouth.

“It feels different than the last two,” you say, adjusting the garter near your right hip.

“In a good way?” Jess asks.

“Yeah. But not like…physically. I don’t know.”

“Look at yourself,” Jess urges, nodding towards the mirror.

You take the few steps over and a small, airy giggle bursts out of you when you see yourself.

“I look like a sexy angel or something,” you say.

“Because you are.” There’s no teasing or biting wit in Jess’s voice; she’s completely sincere and her words are heartfelt.

New emotion bubbles up within you and you turn around to pull your friend into a tight embrace.

“I love you so much,” you say.

“Love you to the moon and back, babe.”

When you walk through the door of your apartment, Eddie hops off the couch and comes over to greet you. Before he can get too close, you put the bags behind your back. Your fiancé gives you a kiss before raising his eyebrows at you.

“Whatcha got?”

“You know exactly what I went shopping for, Mister,” you say, nudging his chest with your shoulder. “And you know you’re not allowed to see. So kindly step aside so I can hide these bags from you.”

Eddie lets out a high-pitched whine but steps to the side. He does follow you as you walk into the bedroom though.

“Did you have fun?” he asks.

“I did,” you say as you shove the bags into the back of your closet. “It was nice to have some girl time. The two of us don’t get to spend as much time together anymore.”

“I’m glad you had a good time.” Eddie leans against the doorway between your shared room and the hallway. When you get your closet door securely closed behind you, you traipse over and slip your arms around his neck.

“Where are the boys?” you ask.

“Nancy and Holly took them to the movies with Natalie and Theo,” he tells you.

“How long ago did they pick them up?”

A smirk grows on Eddie’s face.

“‘Bout twenty minutes ago. Why? You got something in mind?”

“I was just trying on lingerie for an hour and wondering what you’d do to me in it,” you say, trailing your hand down to his chest. You grab the front of his t-shirt, your fingers twisting in the material. Your fiancé’s eyes widen, a grin practically splitting his face in two. A small twitch from beneath his sweatpants immediately draws your attention as his length hardens at your mere touch.

“Yeah, I got something on my mind,” you continue, teeth grazing his neck. “And I think you do, too.”

Before Eddie can even open his mouth, you yank him towards you and walk the two of you back to the bed.

#eddie munson #Eddie Munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #older!eddie #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fic #dad!eddie #eddie munson imagine #AYW #AYWS #request

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rookthorne · 2 years

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Happy birthday my love ♥️♥️ could I please request a drabble with my beloved Stevie and the prompt: “let me take care of you today. don’t do anything in return, just let me.”

hello my sweetheart, thank you! I hope I did this justice, but it ain’t a drabble, my bad.

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐀𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡

A bad start to the day only creates turmoil, but he’s there to save the day — and he always will be.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ❧ Nomad!Steve Rogers x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ❧ 1.5k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ❧ Hurt/comfort, tooth rotting fluff, period fic, Steve is adorable

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ❧ Prompt by @promptplanetblr.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ❧ Lana’s Birthday Celebration — Masterlist

𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Everything had gone wrong this morning.

You had woken up from your hastily silenced alarm only to trip from the clothes strewn over the floor in your excitement to get up, only managing to catch yourself just in time on the dresser. It was a miracle the super soldier strewn over your shared bed hadn’t woken up with the clatter.

Today was the one day where shit was meant to go right, after working all week and coming home too exhausted to even consider partaking in what you considered to be the best part of being Steve’s girlfriend. You had planned to wake up early, cook him breakfast in bed despite his insistence that his favourite meal was you - darlin’, please, I’m a starved man! - and once he had finished, you wanted to plant yourself behind him on the bed and massage the ropes of thick muscles down his back to help him relax.

It was meant to be perfect.

So why did mother nature decide to let loose a string of cramps through your middle, making you drop the bowl of pancake batter to the floor with an almighty clatter?

Because she was a bitch.

Your fingers had turned white with the force behind the grip on the counter as the cramps ebbed and flowed, the current taking your breath at its peaks. Of course this had to happen; nothing ever seemed to go to plan, but the fallout was never this fucking messy.

“For God’s sake,” you groaned as another wave of pain crashed over you and pulled you under. The sight of the absolute mess of pancake mix all over the floor brought tears flooding to your waterline as though they knew you wouldn’t be able to stop them; they made their bid for freedom, streaking silently down your face as the cramps slowed. You took advantage of the brief respite to bend down and start to clean up the now wasted batter.

The small hiccupping sob escaped from you before you could stop it, and the floodgates opened.

Cold tile met the backs of your bare thighs as you sank to the floor - overwhelmed and very much in need of the man sleeping only a hallway away. But he was sleeping, and he didn’t sleep well these days, especially after such a long and gruelling recon assignment. You could not and would not wake hi-

“Sweetheart?” Steve’s husky morning voice never failed to make your heart swell, but right now, it was what you needed to hear the most.

He stood in the doorway to your shared kitchen, his grey sweatpants slung low on his hips and his bare chest moving with his quick, confused breaths.. After a moment it was as though a switch flipped in his mind, and he dropped to his knees beside you and collected the now empty bowl by your feet.

“Stevie,” you whimpered through a fresh wave of tears, the wet feel of them tracking down your face made your cheeks heat in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry.”

“What are you apologising for, sweetheart?” Steve whispered as he lifted his hands to cradle your face, desperately seeking to comfort you by any means he could give, touch, or the soft caress of his words on your screaming mind. “What happened?”

“I was trying to-to make you-”

“Stop, baby, it’s alright,” Steve soothed as he took in the sight before him; the mess of the pancake batter scattered all over the tile floor, and the bowl and spoon now lying at your feet, and he could not help the small fond smile that grew on his lips. “Let’s get you up, c’mon.”

He wrapped his arms under your knees and behind your shoulders and lifted you from the floor, the heat from his muscled frame already brought an incomparable comfort to your now aching body. He didn’t miss the small wince of pain as he lowered you onto the couch and he paused to look at you with a brow raised.

The feel of Steve’s hand on your thigh as he rested it there while his tall frame hovered over you only made you sniffle, the intensity of his stare with nothing but concern evident on his chiselled features made you feel exposed, like he knew it wasn’t just nothing.

“I started my period.”

Steve hummed in acknowledgement and rose. “Wait there, please. That’s an order, sweetheart.”

He laughed at your salute and retreated to your room, emerging a moment later with a bundle of blankets in his arms.

“But what about bre-”

“No, darlin’, let me take care of you today,” Steve interrupted quickly, a small frown on his face when you tried to argue back again. “Don’t do anything in return. Just let me, please.”

Those puppy eyes would be the death of you.

“Okay,” you conceded softly, and he grinned, stepping closer and placing the blankets on the ottoman. “Can you please get me my heat pack?”

“I’ll get you somethin’ better, sweetheart. Lay down for me.”

You settled down against the plush, comfortable couch cushions and smiled up at Steve as he towered over you, his huge frame almost obscured by your fluffy pink blanket in his arms when his muffled voice came from behind the wall of pink. “I swear this thing is as big as me.”

“It is, babe,” you chuckled as he threw it over you and tucked in the edges to make sure that no part of your body lay exposed to the outside world. The knitted square blanket came next, and a single tear fell from your cheek as he tucked that one in, as well.

Steve, of course, didn’t miss it.

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” he whispered, cradling your jaw in his hand while he wiped the tear away with his thumb. You sniffled and he gave you a small smile before leaning in, and the sudden tickle of his beard on your forehead as he placed a gentle kiss there made you giggle. “I’ll be right back.”

True to his word, Steve emerged a few moments later from the kitchen with his arms full and a wide smile on his face. He came to a stop by your head and crouched. “I got you some chocolate,” he pulled free a bag of Malteasers and Milky Ways and placed them on the table by your head. “Your pain relief,” he continued, setting down a box of nurofen next. “And some chocolate milk.”

“Babe, you didn’t have to, I cou-”

“You do realise I said let me take care of you today, right?” Steve questioned, the tone of his voice unmistakably slipping into Captain territory.

“Yes, sir.” You smirked, a small chuckle escaping you at the sudden blank look on his face before he composed himself.

“That’s right, sweetheart.” Steve grinned and leant forward to kiss the tip of your nose. “I’ll make breakfast a bit later, but first, I gotta get in on that burrito.”

The pair of you laughed as he laid down behind you, the sudden warmth of his chest against your back an immediate relief from the cold while he draped the blanket over the two of you. His strong arms came to rest on your hip and stomach where he rubbed gently. “Helpin’, sweetheart?”

The nod of your head made him smile as he rested his head just behind yours. “What about a movie?”

“You pick,” you mumbled, slightly distracted by the feeling of his strong fingers kneading all the sore spots on your stomach and hip.

“Okay,” Steve grunted as he reached for the remote, the sudden bright light from the TV made you wince. “There we go.”

The sudden roar of a lion and the sound of a boy coughing made your eyes fly open, almost unable to believe what you were hearing. The black screen faded onto a bright pixelated field of baseball players and you couldn’t help but grin happily.

“Princess Bride?” you questioned as you looked at him over your shoulder, almost unable to believe it.

“Yup,” Steve replied, popping the P for emphasis as you looked back to the screen. “My best girl’s gotta have her comfort movie. Now shh, I wanna watch.”

Unable to keep quiet as the old man on the screen spoke to his grandson, you turned back to look at Steve over your shoulder. There was a slight tinge of pink on his high cheekbones as he met your gaze, the smile on his face rivalling that of Westley’s when he gazed upon Buttercup. “Steve?”

“Yeah, darlin’?”

“I’m so glad you’re my stable boy. I wish we could do this more often,” you whispered, the thought of missing him while he was away on missions bringing on another wave of tears.

Steve chuckled and smiled warmly, placing a sweet kiss on your lips before wiping the tears away with his thumb. He nodded to the movie and you turned back to watch it, the warm feeling of love bloomed through your chest like the sun casting its rays over an infinite beach when Steve pulled you closer against his own. The scruff of his beard tickled your ear when he leant closer to you.

“As you wish, sweetheart.”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers #marvel #marvel fanfiction #steve rogers hurt/comfort #steve rogers fluff #As You Wish #AYW #rookthorne's works #Lana’s Birthday Celebration

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thatonesquintern13 · 21 days

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are yall watching dinosaur on hulu? i feel like yall should be watching dinosaur on hulu

#dinosaur (2024)#dinosaur on hulu #matilda curtis #ashley storrie #ayw

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munson-blurbs · 1 year

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#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #tui #ayw #eddie munson fanfic

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fairy-vampire · 1 year

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LANA DEL REY. ♥

#lana del rey #lana #margaret #paris texas #ayw

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hadiramoficial · 1 year

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@LanaDelRey - A&W - @hadiramoficial + @LeanderWidmoserDrums #lanadelre...

#youtube #lana #lana del rey #lana del ray #hadiram #leander widmoser #honneymoon #ayw #ne song #remix #guitar #drummer #drumm #guitarist #mexico #arte #musica #music #guitarra #musicproducer #hadi

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mermaidinthecity · 2 years

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I'm sinking slowly so hurry, hold me. Your hand is all I have to keep me hanging on. Please, can you tell me? So I can finally see where you go when you're gone. If you want to, I can save you. I can take you away from here. So lonely inside. So busy out there. And all you wanted was somebody who cares.

All You Wanted by Michelle Branch

#michelle branch #lyrics #mb lyrics #ayw #the spirit room album

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martyryo · 2 months

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*posts and crawls back in hell*

#artists on tumblr #fight club #digital art #illustration #the narrator fight club #tyler durden #art #fight club 1999 #soapshipping #oh my look who's back #so #I'm living hell rn cause I'm full of assignments and gotta pull full nighters til like sunday #this is the only thing I've drawn since the last time I posted. yeah #this is also an assignment for tomorrow (at this point today #I've been raw dogging this drawing from start to finish since 4 pm and now it's like midnight and a half #also I got a test tomorrow I studied nothing about #crying and throwing up #tyler looks fried in that bg but ayw #love the rest #this was supposed to be the scene where jack loses a tooth and tyler says that even the mona lisa falls apart #pretty much only inspirational cause I changed the whole thing to get a nicer result #I'll also post the final thing once I finish it at school #alright bye babes #can't wait to start dtage next week so I'll have drawing time once I get home #yippee #love yall I'll check the notes when I have time 😭

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thestormlightnetwork · 5 months

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serious authors: when i go to explore a character, I usually start by fleshing out their motivation, then go on from there. me: WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE LITERARY DEVICE, BLORBO?

#writing #writing jokes #writing humor #project ayw

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womanaction · 1 year

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also it’s weird when people in fandom are so insistent that Buffy and Spike weren’t like “dating” or “together” and like I get that from the text of season 6 but she literally starts out season 7 by talking about dating dead guys plural and how THEY were hotties and throughout s7 she talks about him as her last relationship so

#same vein as the STILL in love with spike line ig #although I think s6 is consistent with that #ig it’s kinda like how we get all that offscreen stuff about them post ayw that make things sound more relationshippy #like we see the worst of it maybe because that’s what was most relevant to her at the time?#and then later it’s like yeah he was putting ice on my neck and stuff #btvs22 #otp: mortal enemies

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bevioletskies · 7 months

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gemini & fourth + favorite videos (in no particular order) ↳ sound check ep.193

#geminifourth #fourthgemini #gemini norawit #fourth nattawat #gemfourthfave #mygifs #listen i love hook and you're blushing and pbm and ayw #but i would love for them to sing city more often #specifically this version because imagine gemini on piano and fourth on guitar?? it would be magical

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corroded-hellfire · 16 days

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I've got this image in my head of very pregnant!AYW reader sitting outside with her feet in a kiddie pool, letting the older boys splash around and keep her cool on a hot day. Maybe a cooler full of frozen treats at her side.

I have had this one in my ask box forever because I wanted to write something I’d be happy with and I think I’m there lol. I hope it makes you happy as well 😘

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[As You Wish masterlist]

Of course. The August that you’re seven months pregnant is the hottest summer Hawkins has had in over fifty years. Of course.

Eddie could see how the heat was getting to you. Sweat would dot your forehead just moments after you’d step outside. Your ankles had swollen to almost double the size. It hadn’t escaped anyone’s notice that you were a little more irritable than usual as well. But your husband wasn’t sure what he could do to comfort you. Usually, his way of comforting you included wrapping you up in his arms but the one time he’d attempted to do that you’d given him a death glare that blazed hotter than the weather. He’d learned his lesson after that: no touching when the temperature is above a hundred degrees.

One early Saturday afternoon, you and Luke are eating lunch while Eddie and Ryan run a few errands. Luke had wanted to go too, but ever since you started your third trimester, Eddie didn’t like the idea of leaving you by yourself.

It’s quiet between you and your ten-year-old son when the back door bangs open, making you jump and swivel around in your seat–which was no easy task. Perspiration runs down Eddie’s forehead, Ryan’s own golden brown hair plastered to his forehead from the moisture. Patches of Ryan’s gray shirt are black and clinging to his skin from the sweat. If Eddie’s black Iron Maiden shirt weren’t so dark, you know you’d see the same thing on him. Despite how hot and sweaty they both look, they both have smiles on their faces and Eddie looks quite proud of himself.

“I f’ought oo were goin’ to da store,” you say around a mouth full of pasta salad.

“We did,” Eddie said, breaths labored.

“And we set up a surprise for you!” Ryan adds, his beaming grin stretching from ear to ear.

“And me?” Luke asks optimistically, craning his neck to look over at his father and brother.

“Actually, kind of,” Eddie says with a shrug. “Come on.” Your husband waves the both of you over towards the back door before remembering he should help you up out of the chair–even though you’re capable of doing it yourself.

The boys both run ahead of you as Eddie stays back with your waddling pace. It feels like no sooner than your bare foot hits the grass of the yard than sweat begins to break out along your hairline. You swear you’ll never complain about the winter being too cold again.

“It’s small,” you hear Luke say.

Your eyes catch on the short inflatable kiddie pool set up in the middle of the backyard, two white and blue striped lawn chairs set up beside it, and a large red cooler between them. The garden hose is hanging inside the pool, the green tube writhing like a snake as the water whooshes in to fill the empty space.

“Cause it’s a kiddie pool, duh,” Ryan replies to his brother.

“I thought,” Eddie starts, reaching up to rub your shoulders before catching himself, not wanting to make your discomfort worse, “you could sit out here with your feet in the nice cold water. Might help your ankles, too. And you know these two monkeys are always splashing so you’re bound to get caught in the crossfire.”

“Hey,” Luke protests, but Ryan nudges him with his elbow because they both know that their father is right.

“And…” Eddie takes your hand and gently leads you closer to the chairs, where he opens the cooler that’s nestled between them. Inside there are different flavors of ice pops, ice cream bars, and cold drinks, all enveloped in gallons of ice that have a pleasant chill wafting off them.

Words become trapped in your throat. Your wonderful husband did all of this for you just because he knows how the heat has been making you feel lately. And after you’ve been a pain in the ass. This would’ve made you emotional even if the hormones didn’t beat you to the punch.

“Eddie,” you say, all other speech cut off as your bottom lip begins to wobble.

“Uh oh,” Luke whispers.

“No, could be a good thing,” Ryan mumbles back quietly. He was slightly better at understanding the emotional aspect of hormones than his little brother.

“This is so sweet,” you say, turning to cup your husband’s face in your hands.

“You’ve been hard at work cooking that bun in the oven,” Eddie says with a shrug. “Oven needs some cooling down though, she’s getting overheated.”

“Ahem,” you hear from behind you. Ryan moves into your peripheral vision, and you turn your head to look at him, sliding your hands down to Eddie’s shoulders as you do. The eldest brother is clearly holding something behind his back, and you scrunch up your brow as you look at him.

“Whatcha got?” you ask.

Eddie huffs out a small chuckle and presses a kiss to your temple before saying, “Ryan found something at the store he says is on every ad for the beach.”

“You bought me sand? The ocean?” you tease the boy.

Ryan rolls his eyes, another reminder that he’s a preteen now.

“No,” he says. From behind him, Ryan brandishes a floppy hat, and he is certainly right—a woman is wearing one of those in every ad for the beach.

“Ryan, I love it!” you exclaim with a giggle. The grass crunches beneath your feet as you waddle over the few steps to the boy. He holds the straw hat out to you, a bright grin on his face at your happiness.

“You know,” you say as you accept the hat from him, “I’d bend down so you could put it on my head but then I wouldn’t be able to stand back up.”

“Like crowning a princess!” Luke adds as Ryan laughs.

“Well,” your husband says, coming up behind you, “it’s a good thing I’m taller than Ryan then, huh? Or we could’ve just made Luke help you back up.”

Eddie plucks the hat from your grasp, the straw scratching lightly against your fingertips as he pulls it away. He steps in front of you, and you keep your head level, only raising your eyes to watch Eddie’s pale, toned arms lift to place the floppy hat on top of your head gently.

“Your Highness,” Eddie says, bowing his head. Your giggle makes Eddie grin as he gestures towards the lawn chairs. “Your throne awaits.”

Twenty minutes later it’s as if the summer heat were merely an annoying insect that you’re only somewhat aware of. Even though the chill water of the miniature pool only goes up to midcalf, sloshes of water have hit you all the way up to your neck. The cool beads of moisture feel like heaven as they meander down your red tank top, though. The denim shorts you’re wearing will weigh a ton later since the boys’ splashing has gotten them so wet, but Eddie’s such a pro at taking your clothes off that he could use a little challenge this time.

Luke and Ryan manage to find games to play in the small pool—after Luke’s failed attempt at Marco Polo, anyway. Toy boats glide through the water, a few of them on the grass from flying overboard. The two boys shout but they’re outside and having fun, and it’s nice to hear.

The sound of the back door slamming shut reaches you as you tilt your head back, protected from the sun by Ryan’s thoughtful gift and the sunglasses you grabbed when you got changed. Eyes closed, you listen to footsteps in the grass as Eddie walks your way from the house. They come to a stop and you sense as he crouches down next to you. Lazily, you loll your head to the side and crack your eyes open.

“How’re my girls?” Eddie asks, placing his right hand over the soaked red shirt covering your baby bump.

“Mmm, good,” you hum. “She’s very happy you bought strawberry shortcake bars.”

“I’m glad she liked them,” Eddie says with a chuckle. “What about you, princess? How do you feel?”

You pretend to consider his question for a moment before speaking.

“Kiss me?”

You pucker your lips and there’s no hesitation as your husband leans in and gently presses his own against yours.

“Perfect. Now I’m perfect.”

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