Brucie: [twirling his bangs and holding a pint glass of beer between his fingers from the base like a wine glass] ha ha, wait, no stop, you are soooo funny! Omg, thank you all so much for inviting me this time! So... okay, wait, explain the rules to me one more time?
Bruce, aside: Jim, you do realize, I'm about to brutally and viciously murder the entire GCPD bowling team, an utterly complete floor-wiping the likes of which their reputation will never recover from?
Gordon: You kidding? This betting pool is about to pay my rent for the next three years.
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If Katsuki Bakugo is anything at all it's possessive.
Normal weekend afternoon except this time your husband is off from work for once and is watching TV in the living room. You're fresh from the shower and adorned with an oversized shirt and undergarments.
You find your husband seated on the sofa in deep concentration as he is watching Impossible. Feeling a little attention starved you gently flopped yourself onto his man-spread thighs. This immediately rips his attention from the television and onto you. Your flopping movement caused the oversized shirt to flip open revealing your ass and back to him.
A mischievous smirk snuck it's way to his face as he prepped his hand to smack the bread presented to him. His smirk died as quick as it was birthed when he noticed the name Kelvin Clain on your undergarment. A frown perched itself onto his eyebrows and caused him to bring the shirt down and cover you up.
You felt it was quite odd for Katsuki to not respond with full force sexually charged energy to your exposed behind but you self concluded by assuming he was very much invested in the TV show.
Two or so weeks pass and you notice Katsuki has been acting quite strange lately. He's been back and forth with his designers of late which is unusual around this time cause they weren't any events coming up. You did ask about it but he'd always divert the situation elsewhere.
One fateful day after a nice long soak in the tub you made your way into your shared bedroom to change into before going to sleep. When you entered the room you switched on the lights to further illuminate the moon lit room. Your soul nearly divorced your body when you saw your husband sitting cross legged on the bed with a box situated in between his legs.
He handed you the box to which you gingerly opened as you calmed down from your fright. Inside the box was torn, tattered, blown up pieces of Clevin Kelin undergarments that released a smoky smell. Your lower jaw hung open and your brow quivered, "Why the hell would he blow up your favourite underwear?" you thought to yourself.
If this was some sort of kink he had developed you sure as hell weren't going to entertain it.
"Are you high?!" You asked him as you placed the back of your hand onto his forehead, in hopes it would be hot and immediately explain his outlandish actions.
He silently pulled out another box from behind him and gave it to you. This box was bigger than the previous one he had given you. You gave him a narrowed look and pouted. " Katsuki I swear if these are my shoes, you and I are gonna settle this Montgomery Brawl style,".
"Just open it" he grumbled. You inhaled slowly and opened the box. You pulled out an assortment of lingerie and undergarments from the box, your jaw hung even lower when you noticed the Katsuki Bakugo embroidered in the finest silk threads along the hems and waistbands of the clothing items.
"Pick your favourite and put it on," he said lowly .
So this is what he was up to this entire time. Where you shocked, not entirely, you were more dumbfounded by how low his possessiveness could stoop. " Before I forget to mention, it's an exclusive line just for you." You chuckled quietly as you put on your new clothing items.
You playfully modelled the outfit for him and blew him kisses as strutted across the room. His eyes darkened with hunger and to sum it up resulted in you having to call sick from work the following day.
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Mix and match top and bottoms in solid colours
everything is sleeveless but you can slide on sleeve socks and hook them on to make stylish sleeves
if you wear the same top and bottom colour it’s a dress or jumpsuit
No bands on the bottoms digging into the belly
no bulge making/muffin top/back roll making
suits hot to middle range weather such that it works for summer wear and adding those sleeves or formal jackets/coats makes it work for winter wear (5-30 degrees C)
cotton base to avoid stink but enough stretch to be considered fitted
slinky enough to repel pet hair and dust or at least make it easy enough to wipe off
no wrinkles
machine washable, doesn’t deform in the dryer
built in soft bra with nipple cover
no cameltoe
decent enough for work, or such that I could put on one of those fake collars under and it’s a work outfit
fitted enough for play/party
soft enough for lounging and walking the dog
styles such that flat Chelsea boots always work; shifting to heels/lace ups/sandals/sneakers will work with anything that suits a Chelsea boot, but it doesn’t work the other way, therefore the boot suiting is the definite element
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