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juneknight · 8 months

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Pleased to Please

The sequel (AKA Jake's Revenge) to Making Trouble.

About this: MK System/fem!reader, use of 'slut' as a term of endearment. An unnecessary amount of gloves. Jake Lockley.

You wake up to Marc pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. You hum in pleasure, burrowing deeper into the covers, sleepy enough to miss what he says the first time he says it. His voice rumbles over you again, warm with mirth. His hands work the blanket away from your face, and he repeats himself again:

“I know it’s Sunday, but I have errands to run. Want to come with or stay in?”

You crack one eye open.

The two of you stand at the bus stop leaning against each other to make room for the others who crowd around for the same purpose. Someone jostles into you, and the look Marc gives them is cold—it makes strange butterflies unfold their wings in your belly. You lean in to press a kiss to his cheek, turning his focus back to you.

“What errands do you need to run?” you ask in his ear to make sure you are heard over the rumble of traffic.

“Swapping out supplies,” he says, explaining the duffle bag he has over one shoulder. “Boring stuff, but I’ll buy you coffee after.”

“Now you’re talking.”

The two of you shuffle your way onto the bus. He crowds you protectively, looping an arm around your waist to keep you close while his hand grips the bar to keep you both steady. You’ve gotten used to taking the bus after meeting Steven. Before him, you had walked or taken the tube, not the biggest fan of London drivers. Occasionally, you and Marc would go in on a cab together; you had never felt safe doing such a thing alone. And with Jake…

Your face flames. Leaning in to whisper in Marc’s ear again, you says: “It’s a shame we don’t have Jake’s car, isn’t it?”

Marc’s eyes go heavy-lidded, a smirk tugging up the corners of his mouth. He remembers as well as you do your activities in Jake’s car only days before. He glances towards the window of the bus—likely hearing some colorful commentary from the man in question—before turning his eyes back to yours.

“We’d just end up making more trouble in it, wouldn’t we?” he says back, letting his voice dip low under the guise of privacy, as if he doesn’t know what the timber of it does to you.

“You’re probably right,” you breathe back. “How much further ‘til our stop?”

“Not much. You’re already thinking about going back home aren’t you? Crawling back into bed?”

“As long as you join me.”

“My god, you two are better than television,” says the woman behind you both who has been clearly standing close enough to hear. You jump, startled by her sudden intrusion into your private conversation, embarrassment making your face burn hot. Thank god she had said something before the two of you really got going—

“Mind your business,” Marc says, uncharacteristically cold as he glares at the woman.

Middle-aged, clutching a recyclable tote in her arms, the woman looks like her first instinct is to argue back—perhaps something about how the two of you were making your business right there on a public bus—but the look on Marc’s face stops her words in her throat. She shuts her mouth with a click and nods, awkwardly trying to shuffle to a different spot on the bus to stand.

You frown up at Marc, but he smiles down at you like nothing is wrong. Reaching up, you lay the back of your hand against his forehead. “Are you feeling alright? You’re acting strange.”

It’s Marc’s turn to frown, his head tilting to one side, warm brown eyes roaming over your face.

“What do you mean?” he wonders But before you can answer, Marc glances forward and says: “Shit, this is us.”

He helps you press your way to the front and guides you two back out onto the dreary London street. You glance up at the building, frowning in thought.

“Storage units? Do you have a unit here?”

Marc just grins in answer, holding up a keyfob with the business’s logo on it.

The building is cool and quiet, sounds oddly muffled as you walk through the halls lined on either side with storage units. Occasionally you pass one with the door open, lock hanging loosely on the outside. You shiver. Places like this always make you feel odd, knowing how much history is here, each unit a snapshot of someone’s life. You cheer yourself with the thought that you’re about to see a snapshot of Marc’s.

When you arrive at unit #43, you bounce a little on your toes as Marc unlocks it and opens the door, a gentleman allowing you entrance first. But whatever you were expecting inside, you cannot help but be disappointed.

The unit is mostly empty, perhaps ten-by-ten. It is very utilitarian, with walls of alloyed metal shiny enough to see yourself in, even if your figure was a fraction distorted. A lightbulb hangs in the corner casting an unflattering fluorescent glow over the room. There are a series of storage totes, opaque to conceal their contents. A cot is in the corner, with a poor excuse for a pillow and a blanket folded with military precision.

“Do you sleep here sometimes?” you ask, baffled at the thought.

“I used to,” says Marc, going to the corner and setting his backpack down. He kneels, the zipper loud in the quiet of the unit. “It was a safe place, a place of my own, before Steven and I—reconciled.”

That makes you inexplicably sad, imagining Marc spending any length of time here, stretched out on a cot too short for him and listening to the hum of lights all night.

“That’s terrible,” you murmur.

Marc makes a sound in the back of his throat, derisive, clearly not feeling so maudlin about it. He says something, but you are too entranced by testing the cot, sitting heavily on its coarse fabric. It barely gives under your weight, unyielding and uncomfortable. At last you become aware of his gaze on you. You glance over to see him kneeling at his duffel bag, eyes glittering with some foreign emotion as he watches you.

“Sorry, what’d you say?” you ask.

“I said, Take your clothes off.”

You blink, unsure if you heard him properly. “What?”

“Do it slow,” he adds, his chin tipping down and the look in his eyes simmering into something condensed, something so heated that you can feel it from across the room the way you feel the heat of flames when standing too close to a fire. Shifting, he sits with his back against the wall, one leg outstretched. “I want a show.”

“I don’t—oh my god,” you whisper. “Jake? Has it been you this whole time?”

He runs a hand through his curls, pressing them back. The grin that settles on his mouth is so unlike Marc. At the beginning of your relationship, you had been so insecure that you would mix the boys up and potentially offend them, but you had quickly learned that such a thing was very unlikely. Each of their personalities was so unique, so distinct from the other: the way they stood (or slouched) the way they walked, the way they smiled and laughed—each of them had a million little tells, characteristics that set them apart.

“Don’t feel bad,” he says. His voice is a little flatter than Marc’s—less likely to fluctuate with emotion. It is softly accented; you know that he mostly prefers to speak Spanish. “I am very good at what I do.”

“You even took the bus—oh, Jake you hate the bus—”

He hums. “We’re walking home.”

“I just—why? I would have come with you anywhere.”

“No, you wouldn’t.”

“How can you say that?”

Jake looks up at you, brow cocked. From within the duffle bag, he removes his leather gloves and begins tugging them on. Those fucking gloves. Something about them makes your heart pound. The buttery softness of them, the scent of well-maintained authentic leather, the methodical,calculated way that he puts them on and takes them off. Or maybe it’s just the connotation that comes with them: that Jake is about to get his hands very, very dirty.

“Because you’re a good girl,” he croons. “If you had known Marc was taking you to my car, you wouldn’t have gone with him—just the same way you wouldn’t have come with me if you knew I was bringing you here for my revenge.”

“So this is Marc’s storage unit?” you breathe.

Jake nods slowly. He says: “You know what else I know?”

“What?”

“You’re such a good girl,” he says, voice soft, needing nearly no volume for the sound to carry to you just feet away, “You’re going to take your punishment without complaining. Because you know you deserve it, don’t you?”

“Jake,” you sigh shakily.

“Undress,” he says softly.

You stand up. Your knees are knocking together, you’re so full of adrenalin, hands shaking as you slip clothing item after item off. You fold them the way you know Jake likes you to, sitting them neatly on top of the stack of storage totes. As you turn, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the walls and it makes your face burn. Fuck, you hope that the helpful guy behind the desk out front doesn’t come to see what’s taking you both so long.

When your eyes find Jake again, you suck in a gasp. All the things you might have suspected he would have—the tripod wasn’t one. Sleek, it is simple but effective. He whistles a little beneath his breath as he fits Marc’s phone into it. When he realizes that you have stopped undressing, his whistling stops, lips puckered softly, dark eyes finding your own. Whatever expression you wear must delight him.

“Problem?”

“Come on, J,” you whisper, shifting on your socked feet. “Marc is going to be pissed enough, isn’t he? What do you plan to make him do, watch it in 3D?”

Jake points to the tripod, a look of near-comical innocence on his face. Some might not guess that Jake has the silliest humor of the three of them, sometimes bordering on cheesy or even slapstick. Demasiadas telenovelas, as he might say. “What, this? You think—? Oh, darling girl. This isn’t for Marc.

“The walls? Those are for Marc. Let him see the way I fuck you in every angle, I don’t care. But this? This is for me. I intend to remember this for a very long time,” he says, his words ending distractedly as he plays with Marc’s phone, getting the settings just right. He eyes your socks pointedly.

“It’s cold in here,” you gripe.

Jake snorts softly, but he doesn’t object. He stands and goes to you, gripping your bare shoulder gently and moving you a fraction this way—a hair that way. Into the best view of the camera, you realize. Being treated like some doll, stop-motion, only made to be bent and twisted into whatever shape pleases him has a surprising effect on you. Even as your thighs clench together tightly, you find yourself…bashful. Crossing your arms over your breasts, you shrink in on yourself.

“Qué es eso?” Jake wonders. He abandons the camera and comes to you. His presence is more comforting than intimidating the way some might imagine it to be. You lean your head against his chest and let his hands encircle your wrists, drawing them away from your chest. “Who is this shy woman? I remember the way you let Marc strip you naked with nothing but my tinted windows to protect your modesty.”

“You know how he gets,” you whine. “He uses that voice, that tone, and then I’m naked.”

“This voice?” he asks, mimicking Marc’s Chicagoan accent flawlessly. He slips into it the way you might slip into a comfortable shirt, familiar and well-worn. He leans back away from you a little to grip your chin firmly, to lift it up for his inspection. “This tone?”

It is. It really is. And as much as it makes your thighs clench, it drives you even wilder how easy it is for him. Jake is so fucking good at it, at pretending, at impersonating—his skill makes you swoon. It makes your heart pound. It makes your pussy wet.

Jake must sense this. Maybe he senses the ripple that seems to pass through you, or maybe he feels the goosebumps that rise on your arms. Either way, he laughs, soft and teasing, rumbling against where your bury your face in his chest.

He clicks his tongue at you until you look at him once more.

“I’ll play Marc for you another day,” he says, eyes growing steelier than the walls. “But right now—it’s me fucking you. I’m going to fuck my cock so deeply inside you that there won’t be any room for him. ¿Me entiendes?

“Now, lay on the cot. I’m hungry.”

Jake eats pussy masterfully, but true to character, he is a mess of contradictions. First he spreads your thighs wide, leather-clad thumbs finding your slippery outer folds to part you to his gaze. He lets go and leans in to suck and kiss at every part of you that isn’t your clit: sucking at your folds, tonguing your hole, kissing your thighs. He is clean shaven (like to keep up the charade of Marc), not a hint of painful stubble to chafe your sensitive pussy.

Jake leads with his tongue and lips, knowing how sensitive you are. For many long moments, he eats you without purpose, like he is giving you head just for the sake of it, no goalpost ahead to punt your orgasm through.

But then he becomes frantic, pressing his tongue as deeply into you as he can, sucking on your clit, dragging the flat of his teeth against your folds. He is lackadaisical and then frenzied, patient and then desperate.

The whole time, you have both hands over your mouth, nothing but the aborted gasps in your throat, the frantic breaths through your nose, and the wet, lurid sounds of Jake eating your pussy to fill up the quiet room.

When you get close, your heels dig into his back. He finally either gets bored with you or decides that he’s warmed you up enough. Your loud groan of protest has his eyes sharpening in a warning that makes you flush. He’s right, though. You have to be quiet.

Jake guides you into the next position he wants, and it’s almost unbearable: on your hands and knees, face towards the camera of Marc’s phone. Jake leaves you like that, on your hands and knees while he undresses slow and methodical, only the slightly warped imagine of him on the metal walls your visual..

Sometimes he says something, low and light and Spanish, before chuckling at whatever Marc’s response is.

“Is he mad?” You wonder, unsure what you want the answer to be.

“No,” Jake croons, kneeling behind you. He draws you up til you kneel, back pressed flush against his bare chest, cock hard between your thighs. In your ear, he says: “He is livid.”

“Jake,” you whine.

He clicks his tongue again. He holds up his hand in front of you, leather gloves still in place.

“Open your mouth.”

You open. Carefully, he has you tug the glove off with your teeth. He holds it while you do the same with the other. Then he makes you open your mouth so he can tuck the palms of his gloves between your teeth for you to hold.

“Drop those, and you’ll be punished,” Jake says, bare hands smoothing along your back, down your hips, finding your ass. He spanks you, once, hard. A warning that you feel all the way to your toes. “Leave a single mark from your teeth on my leather, and you’ll also be punished.”

You whine in dismay at this twist, trying to find the perfect balance between keeping the gloves in your mouth but not biting with enough force to leave a mark. Distracted by this, you miss whatever Jake says to his reflection, though his bright laugh at whatever its response is makes you shiver.

Gently, he urges you back onto your hands and knees. His cock nudges against the wetness between your legs. You make a desperate little sound, shifting, arching your back to offer his cock more contact with your pussy. The fire Jake had lit inside you with his mouth flares to life again, unsatisfied and aching.

“Can you take it?” Jake wonders, slipping and sliding along the seam of you, soaking his cock in your own arousal. “Or do you need my fingers to open you up?”

You try to answer him with the gloves, but the words are nothing but muted sounds. His cockhead, thick enough alone to be a pleasing stretch, presses at your entrance.

“What was that?” Jake wonders, cupping a hand to his ear.

No use in trying to tell him twice. Instead you press back, welcoming him into your body. Your eyes shut, and you nearly drop the gloves when your mouth craves to fall open and release a groan. It is by the skin of your teeth (pun intended) that you manage to keep the gloves in your mouth. You seethe with jealousy at the quiet but robust moan that Jake gives out, his fingers dimpling the skin of your hips with force as he grips you and pulls you back further and further on his cock.

“Impaciente,” he reprimands breathily. “Who is fucking who? Are you fucking me? Go ahead then. Fuck me.”

Jake lets go of your hips, crossing his arms contemplatively across his chest. You whine, leaning forward and then sinking back onto his cock. The throaty hum that Jake gives makes you shiver, pleased to be pleasing him. You begin an unsure rhythm, rocking on and off his cock.

For a while, it is enough for Jake. But then he takes your hips in his broad hands again.

“Do you need help? Here.” He gives a series of near-brutal thrusts, the sound of his balls slapping your cunt loud in the enclosed room. You choke on a groan, head falling forward and eyes screwing shut with pleasure—and then a burst of pain across your scalp has your eyes opening as Jake tugs your head up. Back to face the camera. “Head up. I want to see your pretty face. I want to watch you wreck yourself on my cock.”

He makes you go on like that for an endless amount of time. Eventually you find a rhythm, making sure not to turn your face away from the camera as you rock back against his thighs, taking his cock to the root again and again.

“Why do you look so sour?” You make a confused sound. Jake’s hand smooths across your flank. His other hand points. “Not you. Him. You’re putting on an amazing show for him, and he isn’t even appreciating it.”

All of the sudden, there is a distant bang. You freeze, Jake’s cock halfway buried inside you. Distantly–so distantly, you can hear the sound of approaching footsteps. Behind you, Jake’s body begins to shake with quiet laughs even as your own seems to seize with terror at the thought of being caught. The lock for the unit only hangs loosely, offering the two of you no privacy should someone decide to investigate the noise and open the door.

Jake draws you up, lowering himself onto his haunches as he tugs you back against his chest. In your ear, he murmurs: “Perhaps Marc is the only person we should give a show to. Oh—oh no? You’re shaking your head, but your cunt can’t lie to me. Not when I know her so well. If you don’t want anyone to see what a beautiful little slut you are, then you had best keep quiet.”

Keep quiet—simple, except that he reaches down between your legs, fingers tracing along your stretched entrance, and then dragging up over your sensitive, otherwise-ignored clit. Your body jerks, desperate to get away from the sudden stimulus and desperate to get closer all at once. You whine, the sound echoing off the walls and back to you. It takes all of your fortitude to press your tongue to the roof of your mouth and try to stifle any further noises.

Jake takes your clit between his fingers and rubs softly, purring into the nape of your neck at the way your pussy spasms around his cock. In the distance, the footsteps draw closer, the quiet murmur of voices heard. Can they hear you as well as you can hear them? Fuck, you imagine they can. Your orgasm, so far denied of you, swells low and sweet in your belly, and you dread it just as much as you ache for it—

All at once, a warmth fills you, Jake’s cock twitching where it is buried deep inside you. He groans so quietly against your skin, trailing off into a little breathless laugh. The feel of his spend filling you has your cunt clenching, approaching that edge. But before you can let yourself trip over the ledge and down into pleasure’s abyss, Jake’s fingers freeze.

Did you hear that? a voice asks. Your heart pounds, entire body flashing hot and then cold with panic. Jake’s hand reaches up and wraps around you throat, fingers flexing gently in warning. As if you need one!

Rats, probably. City’s got ones bigger than your cock—not that that’s saying much.

You make too many jokes about my cock for a bloke who's straight.

The voices begin to fade away. Jake’s fingers relax, stroking the line of your throat softly.

“Good girl,” he murmurs in your ear. “Very good girl, keeping quiet, fucking me so good. Did you cum?”

As if he doesn’t already know. You shake your head, slow and emphatic, gloves flapping softly against your cheeks.

“Do you want to cum?”

A nod.

“Roll over. On your back. Shh, shh—I know it’s cold.”

You lay there shivering, looking up at him, the taste of leather on your tongue. You’re nearly shaking with need, thighs spread so he can kneel between them. He’s cum, but his cock hardly looks softened, flush and dark between his legs. Jake grips his cock and strokes himself a few times, the muscles in his belly tensing. He is so fucking hot, you feel like if you laid here long enough looking up at him, you would cum.

With his other hand, Jake reaches for Marc’s phone. He works it softly off of the tripod and turns the screen to face you, lets you look at yourself in the front facing camera. Your hands cover your eyes at the brief glimpse you catch of yourself looking so fucked-out, thighs splattered with pearly seed, cunt swollen, nipples hard, those fucking gloves held between your teeth.

Jake laughs softly as he takes the camera and turns it the proper direction so that he can film you. “Hands down, what did I say? I said I want to see your pretty face.”

Two of his fingers, thick and strong, slip inside you. Your hands fall away from your eyes, mouth going slack enough that the gloves slip dangerously and you have to tighten your lips to keep from dropping them altogether. Jake’s grin behind the phone is downright sinful as he takes obvious, obscene pleasure in your struggle. His fingers squelch as he begins a moderate pace of fucking you with them.

“All you have to do is ask me, and I’ll make you cum.” He pauses to slip his fingers from you and drag the mess of yourself up over your sensitive clit, delighting in your whine and writhe. “So go ahead and ask real pretty. I’m all ears.”

You ask, words severely muffled around the gloves.

“I can’t understand,” he says, pointing the phone towards your pussy in a move that has tears filling your eyes with how tightly your cunt grips at his fingers. You didn’t know you liked being filmed so much—wouldn’t have imagined such a thing in a thousand years. “Keep asking. I like to hear you struggle. Say, ‘Please make me cum, Jake’.”

You’re desperate enough to keep trying, feeling the muscles in your belly tighten, though you desperately wish he would stroke your clit. You would cum nearly straight away, you are so close to the precipice. You repeat his words.

“Who? Did you say—Marc?”

Your eyes widen in panic, head shaking furiously. You repeat his name again and again, though he puckers his lips to look doubtful. He slips his fingers out of you again and you nearly wail, desperate for the release you have worked so hard to earn. But instead of taking his hands away, Jake takes your slippery clit between his fingers again, working the little pleasurable knot with dextrous, merciless skill.

You cum before you know you are cumming, back arching against the chilly floor, barely aware of Jake tugging the gloves from between your teeth to hear the way your voice grits out his name. He rubs and softly pinches your most sensitive flesh until you are whining and shaking and whispering for him to stop, it is too much, you are too sensitive.

He adjusts the camera to take in your entire expression: dilated, heavy-lidded eyes, mouth swollen and parted, tears clinging to your lashes.

“Good girl,” he says again, soundly absurdly pleased. He sets the phone down, using the free hand to smooth softly across your trembling belly as you are riddled with spasms and shivers in the aftermath of your release.

Then, a sound you dread, one you dread more than even footsteps or voices:

Jake clicks his tongue in displeasure.

Eyes wet and wide, voice raspy from your whines and cries, you ask, “What is it?”

His eyes flash up to you, smile spreading slow and dangerous across his face. It makes you shiver, makes your pussy clench. He holds up his glove, pointing. “What is that? Hm? There, denting the leather.”

A toothmark.

“Looks like you are due for that punishment after all.”

Gripping both gloves loosely in one hand, Jake brings them down to spank your clit.

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familyvideostevie · 2 years

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How about Eddie’s crush returning his denim jacket after it got lost in the shuffle of the Upside Down/him nearly dying and she like fixed it for him?

had to turn this into a wee fic! sweet eddie deserves his vest back as he heals. hope you like! | 0.9k, fluff, fem!reader

It's been about two weeks since Eddie was dragged out of the Upside Down, his lifeblood leaking out of the countless wounds he'd gotten from being a demobat chew toy. The nurses told you that he'd be okay to go home soon, but that doesn't stop you from coming as many times are you can. And when the front desk calls you "the Munson kid's girlfriend" you don't bother to correct them, even if it's not that official between you two.

It's official enough that though you weren't in the Upside Down, Dustin made sure that you were called as soon as Eddie was in the ambulance. It's official enough that Wayne draped his arm over your shoulders as you waited for him to come out of surgery. It's official enough that Steve made sure to get the denim vest into your hands.

The same vest that you've stuffed into your bag for today's visit. As soon as you enter his room, Eddie lights up. You were here just yesterday, but you can tell he's feeling better. Every day you see him alive and smiling loosens the knot in your stomach.

"Wow, are you like, obsessed with me or something? You've been here three days in a row!" He raises his eyebrows like he's actually concerned, but the grin on his face betrays him. As if he'd be anything other than thrilled to see you.

"I have something for you," you say by way of greeting. You're too excited to bother with small talk, not that any talk with Eddie is ever small. It's always the biggest, best thing about your day. You sit in the chair next to his bed and he holds out a hand, wanting to twine his fingers with yours like he does every visit. But your eyes aren't on him, instead on your own hands as you dig through your tote for your prize. He makes a needy sound and you look up at him sharply, worried he's in pain.

Instead you find his big brown eyes looking at you and your throat is thick with fondness as he makes a grabby motion with his hand.

"One second, Eddie!" you laugh.

"Sweetheart, c'mon, have pity on me," he moans. "They were out of jello today so I've had no sweetness until you got here." Your cheeks flush a little at his flirting but you don't give in just yet.

"Hold on, here it is," you say triumphantly, pulling out his vest gently. "Steve gave this to me last week and I've only just finished getting it right." You lay it out over his blanketed legs and his eyes go wide, neediness for you temporarily forgotten.

Even like this, a little too pale and hair in need of a wash, the hospital lights doing him no favors, Eddie is the prettiest thing you've ever seen. You drink your fill of him as he stares slack-jawed at your gift and you think, wow, I'll never get tired of him like this. Alive.

"How--" He doesn't even finish his question, instead running his hands over the denim, fingers pausing to ghost over each pin and patch like he can barely believe they're real."I really thought this got eaten by some fucking monster or something." He laughs, breathless.

"I cleaned it," you say shyly. "Got all the blood out. It's a miracle it didn't lose any pins, but the back was fraying a little so I restitched it--"

Eddie grabs your hands in both of his and looks right at you as he brings them to his mouth to kiss the backs once, twice, three times. Part of you wants to say that it's just a vest, but you both know that's not true. It's hours of your own work over something that he loves, something that he made himself. It's proof that you love him.

"It's perfect, baby," he says. "I need to put it on now."

"Eddie," you say, a little alarmed. "Eddie, no, you're healing still. You can wear it when you're discharged!" But he's already scooting forward on this bed, adjusting his wires and tubes.

"No, no, c'mere and help me. It'll be fine!" You stand up, rolling your eyes and trying not to freak out about him hurting himself or pulling some stitches. He grabs one of your forearms as he leans forward and you help him sit up more. He shivers at your palm on his back, and you can't wait for him to be out of here so he can be touched by someone who loves him as often as he wants.

"Okay, slowly," you say. "One arm at a time, I'll pull it around." You get him into the vest slowly and when you're done he sits back and he's grinning. He looks so silly with it over his hospital gown, his IV all tangled in it. But he's the brightest thing in the room, always.

"I look metal, right?" he asks you, breathing a little labored from all the movement. You grab one of his hands and kiss it fiercely. The thoughts of what could have happened are always at the edge of your mind. Images of a world without him, this sweet, beautiful, kind boy in front of you. It's not something you can shake, but every time he smiles at you makes that dark vision less present.

"So metal, Eds," you tell him.

"Seriously, thank you." He leans his head back and closes his eyes. "I feel like myself again." He takes a deep breath and squeezes your hand a little. "Fuck yeah."

"Fuck yeah," you echo. "No need to thank me. Just wanted to make you smile." You'd do anything for him and while that might've scared you before, now it's a promise you intend to keep.

"You always do," he says, eyes back on you, bright and happy. "Always do."

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blueshirtjamie · 9 months

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Today Was A Fairytale//J. Drysdale

A fluffy fic inspired by Taylor Swift's "Today Was a Fairytale", in which you go on your first date with Jamie Drysdale.

Word count: 1.1 K

A/N: My requests are always open! I write fluff and smut for nearly anyone, see my pinned post! :)

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Today was a fairytale, you were the prince// I used to be a damsel in distress

You took me by the hand and you picked me up at six

You checked the time on your phone– 5:55 pm. You were about to head on your first date with Jamie Drysdale; the sweet, handsome defenseman from the Anaheim Ducks. You two had been friends for a while, but things had heated up this summer, and the feelings between you two were quickly escalating. His adorable freckles and shy smile flashed into your mind and you smiled. You had thought you would feel nervous about your date, but you were as giddy as can be, bouncing on your toes as you applied your lip gloss in the mirror. You attempted to smooth your hair once more, but the frizz just would not be contained today. Your linen dress was slightly wrinkly, but you hadn’t been able to find the iron. You sighed, thinking “I look like such a mess!”, but time was running out, so it would have to be what it was. There was soon a knock on your apartment door. You took a deep breath before opening the door, knowing one of your biggest crushes was on the other side of the door.

Today was a fairytale, I wore a dress//You wore a dark gray t-shirt

You told me I was pretty when I looked like a mess

Jamie greeted you with his signature smile. He was wearing a dark gray t-shirt and denim– it was going to be a casual picnic date at a local park. He held a mixed bouquet of flowers in your direction.

“Hi, y/n! I thought you might like these,” he said shyly.

“Oh, Jamie, how sweet!” you said, taking the bouquet. “Come in, let me put these in some water before we go.”

You arranged your flowers in a vase and set them on the counter, noticing Jamie watching you as you did so. He had a gleam in his blue eyes and wore a barely-there smile.

“What?” you asked with a smirk.

“You just look really pretty today,” he said.

You blushed.

“Oh, you,” you said, playfully swatting his arm. “Let’s go.”

Jamie held out his hand and led you to his car, even going so far as to open the passenger side door for you. He was always kind and sweet, but was clearly going out of his way to be such a gentleman to impress you, and you were falling for every single bit of it. You smiled to yourself, thinking “It feels like a fairytale.”

Today was a fairytale, you've got a smile//That takes me to another planet

Every move you make, everything you say is right

You two arrived at the park and Jamie pulled a small cooler tote out of the trunk, you grabbing the orange and black picnic blanket that sat beside it. You laughed, causing Jamie to give you a questioning expression.

“You have a Ducks-themed picnic blanket?” you teased.

Jamie held up his hands in a defensive pose.

“What can I say? I’m loyal to my team.”

The two of you laughed as Jamie grabbed your hand and led you to a shady spot under a large tree. You set up the blanket and meal spread– Jamie had picked up subs for each of you, along with chips and cookies. You ate and chatted about nothing and everything all at once, laughing harder than you have in a long time. You watched Jamie as he told a sweet childhood story, watching as his charming smile grew bigger and bigger and his blue eyes crinkled at the corners. You smiled softly back at him. He had so sweetly created a lovely date for you, and everything was going just perfectly. It was like everything he did was right. He was captivating, magical, just the perfect boy.

Today was a fairytale, all that I can say//is now it's getting so much clearer

Nothing made sense 'til the time I saw your face

You had developed a crush on Jamie slowly; but today, you felt it all at once. It felt like the moment you saw his face–illuminated by the California sunshine and beaming as the two of you conversed–everything made sense. This was the boy you wanted, needed even. He was yours now, and you would stop at nothing to make sure he stayed that way.

Time slows down whenever you're around//I can feel my heart, it's beating in my chest

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence as the sun sank below the horizon, seemingly in slow motion. Time seemed to slow down around Jamie, as if the universe didn’t want you to feel rushed. You slid closer toward him on the blanket, leaning your weight onto your hand, slowly inching it toward his own. You felt your heart pounding and could practically feel the electricity that flowed between the two of you. Sensing it too, Jamie repositioned himself and gently wrapped your hand in his own, placing it on his leg. He smiled at you, and you gave a contented sigh.

“This has been so lovely, Jamie,” you said.

“Good, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he replied, gently stroking your hand with his thumb.

A beat passed between you before Jamie spoke again.

“Well,” he said, pointing toward the darkening sky. “I guess we should get going.”

You nodded and began cleaning up the picnic solemnly. You didn’t want this day to end, it had been so magical.

Well, can you feel this magic in the air?//It must have been the way you kissed me

Fell in love when I saw you standing there

Jamie stood up first, reaching a strong hand down to you to help you up. You smoothed your dress, and the two of you worked in tandem to fold up the picnic blanket, each grabbing one end and meeting in the middle. After the last fold was made by Jamie and the blanket set back on the ground, he stood in the twilight, a dreamy look passing over his face as he looked at you. You felt your cheeks redden and you giggled.

“What?” you asked with a smile.

He took a step closer to you, leaving virtually no space between your bodies. He looked down at your lips, then back up to your eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked in a whisper.

You nodded, and he leaned in slowly, closing up any gaps between you and pulling you close by your waist. Your arms wrapped up and around the back of his neck, settling in his soft black hair. You kissed slowly and sweetly, not wanting to rush this moment at all. It was perfect, it was magical, it was a fairytale– and it was only just beginning.

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batslime · 10 months

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Tragedy’s Gift

ok. I needed it

You and Terzo just delivered your first baby together and are shocked (🌚) to find an atypical quirk accompanying her arrival.

it’s so tenderrrrrrr

Nine months of anxious waiting, preparing, and doubt mixed with pride had finally come to a close.

You and Terzo had finally met your first child together and could hold her in your arms. Beautiful baby Tragedy had made your life hellish while you carried her to term but you would have done it again and again- your daughter had been delivered hours before and already you felt like she was both of yours’ whole life.

Terzo was so overcome with joy and pride and raw wonder that he had been wiping tears away since her crown first peaked. She had his cute little curved lips. Her eyes shone black like obsidian, which she got from you (you were told The Eye could show itself later, but it may not appear at all and only time will tell), and already she had quite a bit of raven hair, inherited from both of her parents.

You gently rubbed your tiny daughter’s supple back as she napped, snorting like a wrinkly pink bulldog occasionally. She laid in heavenly sleep upon the upper half of your bare bosom, a simple black chiffon chemise draped over the rest of you. You both were exhausted, but her father and your husband could hardly contain his joy.

“Do you think I could hold her again My Doom? I don’t want to wake her, but I feel almost empty without her weight in my arms,” he chuckled and you reciprocated with a smirk at the reminder of Tragedy’s whopping 9 pounds that she exited you packing.

Your precious gift stirred and whined just a bit as you carefully turned yourself towards Terzo so he could reach for her. He teared up again as her eyes opened and he saw his reflection in the beautiful black. The way his chin trembled and he smiled at her made you fall in love with him all over again every time.

He spent a while slowly rocking her in his arms, nuzzling her little nose with his, playing with her cheeks in his hands which seemed comically big against her face despite his own size. You couldn’t help but chortle at the idea of her ending up taller than him years down the line.

As that thought was interrupted by a very high-pitched hiccup and the two of you exclaiming “goodness!” at the same time, something you had started together ironically but was now impossible to shake off, the thick carved wooden doors to your and Terzo’s bed chamber resounded a knock from the other side. You gave a verbal go-ahead and in came your brothers in law, to meet their new niece.

“Dov'è il piccolo fagotto? Let me see that girl!” Primo entered, careful of his volume but obviously in the biggest celebratory mood you’ve seen him in. In one arm he carried an overflowing bouquet with your favorites; charcoal eucalyptus, poison hemlock, black heart sweet potato foliage, haunted by the small dried seed carrying skulls of the crimson snapdragons he had gifted you for the shower and perished in your care. He always struck you as the sentimental sort.

He tenderly handed you the gift and you thanked him with a warm and grateful beam. In his other arms he carried a tote with teas he had prepared for the new parents, toys, the most deadly adorable dresses for Tragedy, and a blanket he had embroidered with her initials. Terzo started crying again upon seeing the clothes as his eldest brother showed them off.

Secondo took Tragedy from his baby brother’s arms so he could examine the luxurious and ridiculously tiny dresses more closely. Everyone’s eyes were on the two of them going back and forth about the quality of the lace when their middle brother let out a surprised shout.

All three of your eyes slammed over to Secondo and his niece, Terzo reflexively diving his arms under her in case his brother dropped her.

Secondo looked embarrassed immediately. “Merda, mi dispiace fratellino… it was like all of a sudden I felt a jolt go through my whole body!” He cautiously passed your baby back to the two of you. Terzo passed her to Primo for a turn as you spoke.

“Are you alright?” you ask your family member with concern. “There’s been a lot of stress on everyone lately. Have you been eating and sleeping we-“

“OOH!!”

Now everyone stared at Primo. Getting nervous, you move to take your child, who was surprisingly unfazed, from the oldest brother and he bent to meet your arms with her.

“I felt it too! It’s almost as if the baby shocked me!”

As it left his lips he and Secondo made eye contact, held it momentarily, then burst out in laughter on cue, Secondo giving Primo a playful slap on the back.

Terzo was becoming irate. “We’ve been up since her water broke at 3 AM worried sick and making sure our child enters the world unharmed, both tired as shit, and you two clowns want to come in here and play a little joke? While my wife can still hardly move in bed and my newborn is tryin-“

You let out a yelp.

All eyes, including your daughters, are on you. You could swear the corners of her lips turned up ever so slightly as the two of you gazed into eahcother’s eyes.

“I saw a spark! I definitely saw a light at her hand as she reached for my face!”

“Terzo, don’t you remember? You had lightning powers as a baby! She probably does too!” Primo grasped his brother’s shoulder as he explained.

“Between all of us your were the only one who showed signs of supernatural powers, but it’s not unheard of in the church for some children to be born with them” Secondo offered, being the most well-read on the ministry’s history of you all. “You had a different mother than Primo and I, maybe she had some supernatural ties as well. It’s speculated that it could be due to demonic ancestry. They faded while the two of us were rather young, but many books referencing the phenomenon claims they simply lie dormant. She must have inherited them from her paternal line.”

Terzo stood looking uncertain and a little forlorn. You knew it was a sore spot for him that his mother died when he was so young, and he had commiserated many times to you in private how he wishes she could see how far he’d come since he was forced to say goodbye. Knowing he had this much more to celebrate without her was clearly an emotional hit.

“Terzo!” you poke playfully, aiming to lighten the love of your life’s mood on such a joyous day in your time on Earth together. “My first time being a mother and you gave our baby the power of electrocution? You thought it wouldn’t be hard enough?!”

You all laughed together and you bounced Tragedy on your breast and cooed and made all kinds of dumb noises at the incredible thing you and Terzo had made together as his family continued to congratulate and shoot the shit with him.

You felt your heart swell even more. Terzo had always been special to you. You had never heard of such abilities existing in the clergy, and it made you proud to know that not only was the man you love gifted with such a wonder of the world, but he had shared it with your daughter as well. You both knew Tragedy was destined for great things.

That, and it was really funny imagining a little Terzo running around zapping his brothers.

Primo came back the next day with insulated gloves.

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 1 year

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okay i have a question for the pack, bear with me-

what do everyone's beds look like? now hear me out, i know this probably sounds silly but i have good questions!

what kind of bed do the omegas have? a king? custom made to be really big? since they all sleep together, do they sleep squished or hsve enough space to not have to cuddle all the time?

also, do they have lots of teddies and pillows and blankets, on the bed? if so who has the most?

it's the same questions for the other members of the pack, what type of bed, how is it when it comes to multiple people sleeping in the bed? what extra things do they usually keep on their bed -if they do- like teddies or extra pillows?

here's an additional question: who has the most teddies out of all the members? my guess is felix or jisung!

"I love this question." You say genuinely, glancing around at your pack mates. "Because I really think someone's room can tell you so much about who they are as a person."

"Absolutely." Chan nods in agreement. "My studio space tells a lot about who I am as a producer, and it's the same with my room, although it's more personal."

"So." You grin. "Get ready to learn a whole lot about us that you probably didn't need to know."

"Let's get it." Jisung claps his hands and rubs his palms together, voice excited, expression determined.

Chan glances to Jeongin. "Let's start with the omegas' room, yeah? Cause you guys share with the most members."

"Okay!" Felix agrees excitedly, and Jeongin grins wide, his eyes crinkling.

Both the omegas look to Hyunjin, who takes it as his sign to start them off.

"We have a king bed. It's the biggest bed in the house currently cause, you know." He shrugs with a smile. "Three of us."

"Gives us enough space to spread out if we want or need, but we usually sleep cuddled up anyway in the middle, so it's not utilized probably as often as it could be." Felix laughs.

"Hey, it's nice when we all gather for a cuddle pile or movie night though." You point out, and the omegas nod. "We always use your room as a central gathering point if we don't wanna come to the living room."

"Basically, the bed is just a free for all?" Jeongin muses, looking thoughtful. "We don't like split it into three sections or anything. Everyone can just kinda input and put their stuff wherever."

"Jinnie-hyung picked out most of our decor and bedding and stuff." Felix continues, nodding now. "Because he loves decorating and he's awesome at it."

"Not like you can see the bedspread anyway." Hyunjin snorts in amusement. "The bed is always piled so high with blankets and stuffies and pillows that I don't know why I even bothered."

"Felix does indeed have the most stuffies."

Felix raises his hand shyly and everyone coos at how cute he is.

Hyunjin continues. "As far as personal space, we have our own dressers and share the big walk in closet equally. Everybody kinda has their own space in their own corner of the room, the bed is the only central part with everyone's shit really."

"We do however," Felix points out. "Keep a tote of used clothes from all the other pack mates in the back of our closet, easily accessible, in case one of us feels the need to nest and the blankets and stuffies aren't getting the job done."

"Oh yeah." Jeongin nods. "That's come in handy a few times."

"Jinnie-hyung's dresser is just overflowing with miscellaneous art stuff and skin and hair products. Plus all of his perfumes."

"Lixie-hyung's is covered in more stuffies, and some cute little statues the other member's of the pack have brought him from various trips. He also can't even use his mirror because there's pictures of all of us literally plastered all over it."

"Cute." You hear Chan say under his breath beside you.

"And mine," Jeongin thinks for a minute. "Mine is just a catch all for any shit I don't know what to do with-stray papers, accessories, stuff like that."

"It's a nightmare." Hyunjin shudders, and Felix chuckles.

"You guys have a really nice ambiance in your room though." You add, glancing between the omegas. "Like you always have a candle lit and soft mood lighting and the little canopy over the bed with the twinkle lights."

"Yeah, it's cozy." Jisung nods.

"Speaking of," Chan motions to the beta now. "Why don't you and Minnie go next, Sung?"

Jisung claps his hands and grins. "Cool. Beta Bros. Let's go."

Seungmin rolls his eyes.

"We have a queen bed, which is also what all the alphas' have in their rooms too. Basically gives us enough space for visitors and each other without feeling squished."

"Our room is dark, modern, sleek." Seungmin adds, and Jisung nods his head in agreement. "I don't like a lot of clutter, so the decor we do have is limited and purposeful."

"Yep." Jisung agrees again, before grinning. "Though my half of the room-"

Seungmin shakes his head in horror. "It's a pigsty. I can't even look at it."

"It's not that bad."

"It really is."

"We have a lot of books, because Seungmin is a nerd, and I love anime and comics." Jisung continues, ignoring the other beta now, even as he rolls his eyes once more. "Channie-hyung and Binnie-hyung built us modern, custom bookshelves a few years ago that line pretty much all the walls."

"We also have a lot of recessed lighting above the bed so that we can read at night without straining our eyes."

"Ooh, ooh!" Jisung gets excited again. "We also have snacks in the night stands, just in case, and I have a giant bean bag chair filled with soft cozy blankets and my KAWS stuffed animal collection. Perfect reading nook."

"And of course-" Jisung looks smug now. "We've got those cool remote controlled LED lights all along the ceiling that match to music and can be changed to any color. Usually red." He winks at Seungmin, who flips him off.

"I'll go next." You offer, once it's clear the betas' are done, and everyone looks to you. You shrug. "I don't know if I have a clear style really, but my bedroom is very minimalistic. I have some reading shelves and a desk area and it's all light natural woods and calming colors. I don't really keep anything on my bed, besides a few throw pillows and an extra blanket at the foot. The only thing I really collect is house plants, I have a bunch hanging from a corner of the ceiling, right above the desk, and a bunch in the bathroom and last year, the boys gave me a little plant shelf to sit in front of my big window, and I've slowly been filling that up too."

"Incense." Chan points out, glancing at you, and you nod.

"Oh yeah. I really like smells? So I burn incense quite a bit for different occasions and have a bunch of candles all over for different moods."

"Tell them about the wall above your desk." Jisung says gleefully, and you sigh, already feeling yourself blush.

"God, but it's embarrassing."

"It's cute." Chan reassures you, reaching out to cover your hand with his own.

"Fine." You sigh and roll your eyes. "The wall above my desk is covered in a kind of wallpaper that I designed myself. It has all of the members' scents listed out in their individual, complex chemical compounds in script. It's like nerdy and personal and fun at the same time."

"My turn." Changbin announces, throwing his arm over the back of the couch behind Seungmin. "My room is industrial. Lot of exposed metals in the decor, dark colors, low lighting. I like it to feel relaxing when I get home from school or work or the gym."

"I taught him the word industrial." Hyunjin points out proudly, and Changbin chuckles.

"Yeah, you did." He considers. "I have a work corner, that's like a mini studio at home for me to write and work on stuff when I have the time or inspiration? It's separated from the rest of the room by like this metal grate wall and the space is really cool. It's probably my favorite place to hang out by myself."

"He looks neat." You point out, and Changbin shoots you a glare. "But don't look in his closet cause he just shoves all his mess in there and it's a warzone."

"Oooh, he also has this really cool expensive sound machine!" Felix adds excitedly. "And he hides it in the corner behind this like little desk, room fountain thing, and so his room just always sounds like running water or rain or something else soothing."

"Yeah, I love having noise in there all the time, even when I sleep. Helps me focus."

"My room is Scandinavian, which I also learned from Hyunjin." Chan winks at the omega, who gives him a big grin and a thumbs up. "It's dark, exposed woods and metals and very simple. I love the look of wrought iron and untreated wood and so I've used that a lot in my shelves and bed frame and personal style."

"His closet is a black hole though." You chuckle, and Chan looks at you in betrayal. You shrug. "Not that it's a bad thing. It's exceptionally organized, just all one color."

"And he's a huge sap. He keeps every picture and every letter or note every member of the pack has ever given him in a drawer by his bed." Minho rolls his eyes and once again, Chan looks betrayed.

"It's cute." You bump his side and he rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah." He goes on. "I also have a mini studio space in my room, but it's in a little loft area above the main room, above my bed. There's like a wooden ladder that goes up there and a wood and iron railing and it's super nice to just go up there when I need to work at home or clear my head."

"As far as my room goes-" Minho shrugs blankly. "A room is a room, a bed is a bed. I like my things put away where they go and everything kept simple."

"Hear, hear." Changbin nods, and Minho sighs.

"I allow two exceptions to this rule when it comes to my room. One," He holds up a finger sternly. "Recipe books. I keep an entire corner shelf for them. And two," He holds up a second finger. "Pictures of my cats that my parent's send me monthly. I frame all the new ones when they get here and add them to the gallery wall across from the bed."

"It's huge." Jisung nods reverently. "I've never seen so many cat pictures in my life."

"I also-" Minho adds. "-allow two orchids to inhabit the space of my windowsill. They're good for prosperity."

"Plus they're pretty." Jeongin chirps helpfully, and Minho sighs, but rustles the baby's hair regardless.

"Yes, they are very pretty."

"You have that little glass plant terrarium in your bathroom that holds your super old bonsai tree too." You point out, and Minho nods.

"Yes. Because I enjoy taking care of something so fickle, yet knowing that in the end, it will ultimately outlive me."

"Deep." Jisung nods appreciatively. "Is now a bad time to tell you that I used your little spray bottle to slick my hair the other day?"

"-My bonsai mister?"

"Is that what it was? Oops."

Hyunjin grins wickedly as Minho glares at his moonmate murderously.

"Looks like your bonsai tree is not only gonna outlive you, hyung, but now it's gonna way outlive Jisung too."

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Keep scrolling to see example pictures of the pack members' individual room styles! 😘

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aishathevar · 6 months

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MERROCK TASK #13 SHORT & SWEET

♥ What is your favorite book from childhood?: "Sarah Dessen was literally everything to me growing up. She's where my romance origin story began and I'd check all her books out from the library until I bought them myself. They weren't the best looking back, but thirteen-year-old me would probably fight me if she heard me say that." ღ Do you own an item that comforts you when you’re sad?: "A handmade knit blanket I got from a friend a few years ago. It is probably the nicest gift I've ever received." ✿ What makes you happy?: "The little things. Sunny mornings I can sit outside to drink my tea, flowers on my nightstand, finding a new song. It's hard for me not to be happy about things." ♛ What are three things you like about yourself?: "Just three? Okay, I suppose I'll narrow it down. My unwavering optimism, my sense of style, and my kindness." ☾ Which season is your favorite?: "Summer. There's nothing better than spending time by the beach, or bonfires spent chatting with friends and roasting s'mores on a warm night." † Do you believe in the supernatural? "Kind of? I mean I would straight up deny it if you asked me it in public, but there are definitely other forces at play." ♪ Name a song that has a deeper meaning to you.: "Muna's song "Kind of Girl". It's a very pretty song but they really called me out with the lyricism. It's like they wrote it specifically for me." Ⓒ What do you think about social media?: "Wouldn't it be wild if I said I hated it? It's a big part of my job, and I think it's useful to grow brands and increase the visibility of small businesses. And from a personal standpoint, I do enjoy it, especially Instagram. I keep in touch with many of my childhood friends through there, but I do spend a little more time than I'd like to admit on it." ꕤ What would be your dream job?: "I don't dream of work...just kidding. Jokes aside, I'd say a travel journalist. Going to explore new places and different perspectives and writing about them sounds almost too good to be true." ☼ Name three things you don’t leave the house without.: "One of my many tote bags, obviously. A pair of headphones, plus a backup pair in case the first one breaks. (I cannot romanticize my walk home without music). And a sweater because I am always cold." ❧ What is your favorite comfort food?: "Grilled cheese. Very basic, but it's also literally fool-proof to make hence why I picked it." ⤷ Are you an active person? / What do you do to stay active?: "Not as much as I'd like. I do like my neighborhood walks, or going on the treadmill at the gym, but I do more to stay active during the summer." ★ Name your three biggest inspirations (people-wise).: "I'd say my parents and my brother." ✘ What is currently your favorite airing show?: "Because I am a reality TV girlie, I'd say Below Deck. There's nothing better than unwinding after a long week with some boat drama and picturesque settings." ✈ If you had to go anywhere right now, where would you go?: "Oh man, this is a tough question. I've seen some amazing places in my life but still didn't get around to seeing everything. Maybe somewhere warm? The Maldives maybe? Or wait no, maybe Hawaii? Okay, I can't decide. Ask me again later and maybe I'll have an answer."

#merrocktask #/ short and sweet means nothing to her #/ if aisha's going to do one thing it's overshare #/ will be back later to work on replies! <3

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vlyteng · 11 months

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Fast fashion is out, Slow fashion is in!

The detrimental effects of the fast fashion business on the environment and society have come to public attention in recent years due to social media. Fast fashion is the activity of mass producing inexpensive, trend-driven apparel that encourages consumers to buy more in a short time span and soon discard it due to the garment going out of style or because of its poor condition after a few washes. As a result, there is now a culture of wasteful fashion consumption, which is terrible for the environment. One of the biggest fast fashion companies of our time, SHEIN, reported an eye-dropping revenue of USD 22.7 billion in just 2022 (KrAsia 2023). This can be due to the influence of microcelebrities and how quickly people jump on to new trends without thinking about where their products are coming from. As consumers are becoming more aware of the origins of their products, companies are also starting to implement more sustainable and eco-friendly fashion to their businesses. Some companies that are working towards a more sustainable fashion industry include Monki, H&M and Levi’s. I believe many people have already explained what slow and fast fashion is, so I will be sharing some ways to minimise waste and to make more sustainable fashion choices!

Recently, thrifting has also become a trend! Thrifting refers to the act and process of purchasing old products from secondhand shops (Okafor 2022). However, thrifting can be done online now such as through Carousell and Facebook Marketplace. According to ThredUp’s Annual Resale Report from the previous year, thrifting is developing into a global phenomenon and is anticipated to increase by 127% by 2026 (Quick 2023). Thrifting has become popular since users on social media have started regularly posting their thrifted gems online such as TikTok and Instagram.

To be able to thrift, we need people willing to sell, or even donate old clothes, which is also a sustainable way to participate in fashion. We may not notice this issue but there are a lot of people that do not have access to basic necessities such as clean clothes, running water and food, the things that most of us take for granted all the time. Donating clothes to the needy and those living in poverty is not only a meaningful and kind gesture to those that need your help but it’s also good for the environment! Your old clothes or pieces that you don’t wear anymore won’t end up in landfills but will be relayed to someone that needs it more than anything.

Don’t be afraid to play around with old clothes! After a certain period of time, we may find a piece of clothing boring or not suitable for our aesthetics or taste. To spice things up, we can experiment with tie dye, bleach, embroidery and more on old pieces. If you’re handy with sewing, you can even take apart old clothes and turn them into completely new creations such as tote bags, blankets, pillow covers and more! How cool would it be to have your very own blanket made out of a bunch of old clothes?

This is more on the obvious side but buying less clothes can directly help protect the planet and those suffering due to unfair labours. Oftentimes we get the feeling that we “don’t have anything to wear” or “don’t have enough clothes” but this is far from the truth. On average, clothing is typically worn for seven times until they’re disposed of (Nizzoli 2022). In 2022, the population is buying 60% more clothes compared to 2022 (Nizzoli 2022). This results in an 18.6 million tonnes of textile waste and clothing to be thrown away globally each year (Nizzoli 2022). Whether we subconsciously think that we do not have enough clothes or are peer pressured into fitting in or catching up with trends, this can severely affect the environment as we are contributing to a large amount of waste for absolutely no reason. Before you purchase anything, think about where this product comes from and whether you really need it. If you don’t, put it back, the planet and your wallet will thank you!

Last but not least, wash your clothes correctly! I cannot stress this enough, a good pair of jeans can last you a good five years but only if you wash it properly and take care of it. Clothes come with wash instructions on the back or on the tag and it is recommended that we follow the given instructions. The best way to keep your clothes in tip-top condition is through hand washing but obviously it’s hard to do that in the 21st century due to how busy our schedules are. Some tips to take note of are to wash them less frequently (but not until the point where they stink), avoid drying clothes in the dryer as it strips the colour of your clothes faster and to avoid using hot water when cleaning.

While I understand that some people have no choice but to choose fast fashion options, it is so important that we are mindful when choosing the clothes we buy and not take it for granted. Quality over quantity is the most important tip, choose clothes and accessories that are timeless or compliment each other so they can be worn for many years to come no matter the occasion.

References

KrAsia 2023, Shein’s Growth Threatened by Multiple Challenges, KrAsia, viewed 10 June 2023, https://kr-asia.com/sheins-growth-threatened-by-multiple-challenges.

Nizzoli, G 2022, How Many Times Do We Wear Our Clothes? (Not Enough!), Project Cece, viewed 11 June 2023, https://www.projectcece.com/blog/506/how-many-times-do-we-wear-our-clothes/.

Okafor, J 2022, What Does It Mean To Go Thrifting?, TRVST, viewed 10 June 2023, https://www.trvst.world/sustainable-living/fashion/what-does-it-mean-to-go-thrifting/.

Quick, C 2023, Here’s Why Thrifted Style Is One Of The Biggest Fashion Trends Right Now, Her Agenda, viewed 10 June 2023, https://heragenda.com/p/thrifting-becoming-popular-among-millennials-and-how-to-shop-second-hand/.

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cricutmachinemaker · 10 months

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What is a Cricut Cutie & How to Get One?

Nowadays, Cricut Cutie is on the biggest appeal list for many people. Crafters and Cricut fans are eager to learn more about this plastic collector figurine of the Cricut mascot. We see even non-crafters searching for various designs and colorsfor the Cutie project- how to get them and make one of their choices. In this post, you will find detailed information about these collectible little figures. We’ll break down this cute two-lettered (Cricut Cutie) info, like what a Cricut Cutie is, how many colors are available, how to design them, how to buy them, and more. So let’s get started without any delay.

What is a Cricut Cutie?

Cricut Cutie is just a mascot for Cricut. These are small and extremely cute, just like a mascot. These plastic mascots come in several colors resembling the color of the latest Cricut machine. You can find them inside a Cricut Mystery Box or a Cricut Bundle and display these figurines anywhere.

Which is the Best Cricut Machine to Make Cricut Cuties?

The best Cricut machine means precise cuts in material and suitable prints on certain things such as mugs, T-shirts, and more. So, when you plan to craft your projects, select the machine well. There are various Cricut machines available to fulfill crafting needs. These machines are apt for all DIY projects, from Tote bags to keychains, Cricut cuties, etc. Below we will discuss some of them you can utilize while putting your creative cap on.

Cricut Explore 3

The newest Cricut in the explore family is Cricut Explore 3. This machine is known for easily cutting, drawing, and scoring, too, with ultimate speed and precision. It cuts more than 100 materials - cardstock, vinyl, iron-on, glitter paper, and bonded fabric and thus, you can also use it to create the Cricut cutie of your choice.

Cricut Maker

It is a digital die-cutting machine that can cut more than 300 materials - delicate paper & fabric to hard objects such as matboard, leather, and balsa wood. Because of creating intricate cuts and pro-level effects, this machine is preferred by the crafter. This machine is considered the best for all sorts of materials and projects. It suffices the need to cut different types of materials for a plethora of projects related to crafts.

Cricut Easy Press 2

This Cricut machine offers a no-stress heat press for any heat transfer project. It can create numerous designs, such as cutie machine vinyl, cute stickers, and cutie club t-shirts. Utilizing it, you get the speed of a heat press and the convenience of iron; It works best for printing custom-designed T-shirts, banners, blankets, etc. It can be used in a large number of projects because of the ability to transfer Iron-On or Heat Transfer Vinyl designs to any piece of fabric. After knowing about the best Cricut machine for Cricut cuties, we now move toward how to design them.

Cricut Cutie SVG: How Can We Design It?

You can have a Cricut cutie of your own with little effort. All you need to do is move to the Cricut Design Space first. Now, upload your original art to the Cricut Design Space tool. You can save them as a JPG, PNG, or SVG file. Cricut Design Space allows crafters to edit shapes, cut out Text, and make worlds into shapes. You can download Cricut cutie model templates in SVG and pdf formats to create them. You can begin designing a Cutie Project by browning the best collection of customized products and then follow up with an easy and quick step-by-step guide.

Craft Designs for Children Using Cricut

Crafts designs keep kids entertained while being creative. With the Cricut, parents can make amazing sets of Cricut cutie designs and various collections of kids' crafts, cuts out fun paper, and vinyl designs. Even children can make DIY emoji stress balls, printable unicorns, paper crowns, etc.

DIY Emoji Stress Balls

Not only will children have fun making these, but also while using them. They can utilize weekends, making this an easy but useful DIY craft. So many kids' favorite things are put into kids' fun crafts to make their day.

Printable Unicorns

While having spring and summer break, kids can make their unicorn-free printable unicorns. These are perfect for kids in elementary school.

Paper Crowns

Parents can have fun while letting their kids be creative. Paper crowns are craft designs that allow them to craft together and have some royal kingdom-type fun for parents and their kids. Now comes the crucial part, the Cricut mystery box; what's it, what's inside it, and how can one get a Cricut cutie?

Cricut Mystery Box: How One Can Get Cricut Cutie

As the name signifies, the Cricut mystery bag is like a grab bag that includes mystery Cricut goodies that range from cutting materials to accessories and digital image sets. This creative box can come up with Cricut cuties occasionally. The name is the mystery, and therefore, every time item can differ, but one thing for sure is that there will always be something inside this box.

The chance of getting a Cutie surprise inside this box relies totally on luck. Sometimes this box can contain it, while at the other time, it doesn't. Sometimes Cricut itself sends Cricut cuties to its customers; if you are lucky, you will have it.

Conclusion

Cricut cuties are mascots for Cricut that come in various colors. It occasionally comes in the mystery box; it can't be bought immediately. You can find them in the box or get them upon purchasing something (gift by Cricut).

Frequently Asked Questions

How many colors of Cricut Cuties are there?

The color of Cricut Cuties depends on the choice of Cricut. It crops up in several colors representing the color of the Cricut machine. However, some colors are rare, while others are mostly available.

How can we buy a Cricut Cutie?

Anyone willing to buy Cricut cuties can go to eBay and Etsy marketplaces. One thing to remember is to be prepared, as these plastics are collectible. The other way to get it is through Cricut Mystery Box or a promotion. But these are occasional, and it is a game of luck, basically.

Which is the Rarest Cricut Cutie?

The rarest cutie is light metallic purple. It comes from the bundle, Limited Edition Wisteria Lane. This color of Cricut cutie is very popular but rarely comes in the highlight.

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mcyt movie night headcanons!

(cc!) Dream , George , Sapnap , Technoblade , Wilbur , Eret , Fundy , Nihachu , Quackity , Karl

requested? yes / no

pronouns used : they / them

cw! light nsfw (Dream) , mentions of jumpscares (horror films)

Dream

he is a big fan of a good old netflix and chill session

something about the warm, dark living room only illuminated by the moving images on the screen, your silhouette barely visible under a blanket and whatever snack you’d found on his cupboard on your hands gets this man in a raunchy mood

he’ll pull you to his lap or slide next to you and start pecking at your neck

“But it’s just getting to the good part”

you stretch your neck to give him more room anyways

“Oh we’re about to get to the good part”

you chuckle and bite your lip to stifle a sigh as his lips begin to trace your jaw

the movie gets paused is what I’m saying

he refuses to buy any snacks from the candy shop whenever you do go to the cinema

“It is unnecessarily expensive!”

“You have twenty million fucking subscribers!”

“BUT FOUR DOLLARS?!”

he has the most creative ways of smuggling sweets

it started with a classic tote bag

it’s become sort of a game

once, he bought the most ridiculously bulgy jacket and wore it in scorching florida weather solely for the purpose of hiding crisps

he laughs easily at movies and his wheeze has made you get kicked out of a movie theatre at least once

will talk about his favourite parts of the movie for hours after it’s finished

will laugh whenever he thinks about the funniest parts for days

George

(sort of George with a film buff s/o)

he doesn’t talk during movies and actively dislikes people who do

will complain if he doesn’t like the film but only in quiet whispers and not if he suspects you are particularly enjoying it

you made him watch a Tarkovsky film one time

he swears he didn’t fall asleep

he did

but he tried his best <3

can’t choose the movie for the life of him so you always end up having to pick

every time you try and analyze color symbolism he’ll chime in

“I’m colorblind”

before you can finish

you bait him honestly

he likes listening to you talk about your favorite movies and all the films you want to show him

he’ll look up facts about your favourite directors and will make fun of your least favourite ones with you

makes a great snobby-tarantino-fan “you’ve not known real cinema until you’ve watched pulp fiction” impression that never fails to make you cackle

he is not a fan of horror films

you tried to make him watch one once

“I don’t really like horror movies but you said this one was good so- WHAT IS THAT?!”

turned it off immediately and you ended up watching the hobbit

Harry potter marathons are a must

he can imitate maggie smith’s accent to perfection

Sapnap

you watch anime together

I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like it

he doesn’t either

he’ll make you watch it

he has good taste though, so you end up enjoying it

cuddles with Sapnap cuddles with Sapnap cuddles with Sapnap

movie playing on the tv, your head in his chest and his hand in your waist, blankets wrapped around you and the AC running just a little bit too cold = his absolute definition of happiness

you binge watch shows in one sitting and then get sad when they’re over

he always burns the goddamn popcorn

daily movie nights!

you order in and eat a late night dinner in bed

Your pick monday, wednesday, friday

his pick tuesday, thursday, saturday

a full on debate on sundays trying to figure out a good middle ground

Whenever the movie runs late and you end up falling asleep, he’ll turn the tv off and quietly pull the blankets over your body before kissing your forehead in the sweetest way imaginable

he yells at the screen

he loves watching horror movies but gets jumpscared easily

“Awww are you scared baby?”

“Shut up y/n I’m only holding you so you don’t get scared”

“I won’t :)”

“...I’m not letting go if that’s what you’re fucking thinking”

Technoblade

(take a shot every time popcorn is mentioned and pass out)

one of your first dates was actually a movie date

he turned and whispered in your ear whenever a clever wip popped in his head and his commentary was so funny you had to bury your face in your hands so your laughter didn’t disturb the other people in the theatre

he talks during movies, he can’t help it

"heh?!"

he doesn’t like cinema popcorn and will exclusively buy chocolate

you didn’t get it until the day he made you try his trademark-techno-popcorn and wow

“holy shit this is great!”

“I know”

he’s completely ruined popcorn for you

“please don’t ever leave me, I don’t think I’ll be able to eat normal popcorn after this”

“wasn’t planning on it”

he is secretly into romcoms

you watch movies in bed, laptop propped in his legs and an obligatory bowl of popcorn in your arms

he plays with your hair for the whole time

you hate-watch bad movies all the time and your chests hurt from laughing by the end

he can easily memorize entire scenes and will repeat them to you in a totally monotone voice

It’s great

has never cried during a movie, is dreadfully proud of himself for it

sometimes he’ll get distracted and just stare at you, movie reduced to white noise in the background

“you’re so pretty”

Wilbur

makes dinner for you whenever you have a movie night

his snack game is kind of weak though, as much as I hate to say it

water and dark chocolate only

if you think he doesn’t insist on rewatching hamilton at least once every two months you are wrong

he is a goddamn hamilton kinnie and he likes the fucking songs okay?

constant change of cuddling positions

you made him sit through the entirety of the twilight saga “as a hate watch”

he now quotes it on a daily basis (never on stream, chat would eat him alive)

“Whaddaya mean team jacob? He’s a glorified furry!”

you watch a lot of documentaries

the way he concentrates on taking in every single bit of information is almost more entertaining than the actual film

he’ll tell you random facts he learnt watching the documentary and you’ll have to remind him that you watched it with him

you act out iconic romance scenes and he gets so into it

he can be anything from Jack Dawson to mr. Darcy and William Thacker and it gives you butterflies every time

you’ll stand up whenever characters are slow dancing and dance along with them

You’ve tried to watch shows together but you always end up forgetting or one of you will binge an entire season and

he’s insufferable when he doesn’t like a film but will refuse to change it

he criticizes the smallest details in a way that would make Anthony Lane look like an absolute sweetheart

you dance to the end credits theme

Fundy

(long distance!)

Netflix parties ALL THE TIME

+ discord calls / facetime

you coordinate snacks

sometimes you’ll switch whatever you’re watching to dutch for a second so he can make fun of the god awful translation

most times,you fall asleep together after the movie ends even if your time zones are far apart

you watch entire shows together, the longer the better

four or five episodes at a time

You both get super invested and will have heated discussions about whether rory should have ended up with logan or jess

whenever you talk about meeting up, watching a movie and actually cuddling comes up

he used to be kind of quiet during movies

he won’t shut up now, it’s fun, having his voice in your ears with whatever film you’re watching in the background makes it seem like he's in bed next to you

his voice would be easy to fall asleep to if he didn’t yell so often

he can guess the precise plot of every single horror movie

like word for word, scene for scene

he gets scared anyways

he sent you one of his hoodies once, after you begged for weeks

you wrap it around a plushie or pillow and cuddle it whenever you watch something together

“can’t believe a fucking sweater gets more action than me”

“oh shut up you big baby”

Eret

lots and lots of movie dates

he has excellent taste in films and shows so you let them choose most times

stacking up on cinema sweets and a huge bucket of popcorn when you go to a theatre

buying tons of crisps and candybars when you hang out at home

not the biggest cuddler in this specific setting

would much rather have her arm around your shoulder and your legs up on their lap

you watch award shows solely for the purpose of roasting the outfits

bed/couch absolutely crammed with plushies and pillows

you always make milkshakes together

not smoothies

not frappes

milkshakes

with syrup, whipped cream and a cherry on top

the night isn’t complete without them

you watch a lot of period films

“you’d look great in that”

“who are you pointing to again?”

“doesn’t matter, you’d look great in everything”

(you’ll get them to wear a corset if it’s the last thing you do)

he turns to kiss your cheek every fifteen minutes

Nihachu

you bake cookies before movie nights and decorate them specifically for the theme of the film

you did a horror marathon once

(it may have been a sneaky way to get her to hide in the crook of your neck but we don’t talk about that)

the plate of cookies flew out of her hands in minutes

she got so worried

“but you worked so hard on the decorations :(“

“it’s fine babe, we’ll just eat the plain ones”

she wrapped her arms around you and kissed your cheek so it was totally worth it

the decorations were kinda shit anyways

you watch a ton of coming of age movies and will listen to the soundtrack for days after

she’s so funny during movies

sometimes a character will do something stupid and her remark will be so absolutely stingy both your hands will fly to your mouths and you’ll stare at each other, eyes wide, before falling into a fit of giggles

simping over powerful women with Niki

you have a huge watchlist of gay films and high five everytime you cross one off

cuddling under a huge pile of blankets

switching sweaters

Zuko climbing unto the laptop and pausing the movie at the most inconvenient times

Quackity

he eats dry cereal during movies because he’s just chaotic like that

you sit on the floor with your backs to the couch and eat takeout and drugstore snacks

the amount of times you’ve watched the fucking bee movie

you like watching things in spanish

everything from crappy soap operas to almodovar films

he likes to translate things and can do it super quick so you never really need subtitles

you watch a lot of superhero movies and he has made you watch Adam Sandler’s entire filmography

the floor always ends up messy and cleaning up afterwards is almost as funny as the film itself

sitcoms!

lots and lots of sitcoms

Karl

pillow fort is obligatory

monster energy drinks and a huge variety of candy

microwave popcorn with too much butter

hot cocoa with too many marshmallows

you mostly watch cartoons and 2010’s nickelodeon shows

scream singing the iCarly theme song and hating on tori from victorious

getting really into the adventure time lore

tickle fights when the film gets boring

he takes recommendations from “indie film” tiktoks and you mock him for it endlessly

he has weirdly obscure knowledge on every show you watch

he has a big colección of dvds/videotapes so you get to watch some oldies

he falls asleep with his head in your lap or your shoulder

he gives you a sweater or hoodie to wear and lends you plaid pyjama pants

you quote movies on stream and have ton of private jokes

can you tell I got lazy at the end?

likes and reblogs are always appreciated and have a wonderful morning/day/afternoon/evening/night <3

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anon asked:

ok hear me out, azriel x reader where reader can hear thoughts or something along those lines and she doesn’t know how to control it so she’s constantly hearing or feeling thoughts/emotions and it’s heats super overwhelming and az helps her through it <3

The headaches hadn't stopped for weeks. Rhys had even called over a medwitch from the continent to help, but there was nothing she could see that was wrong. They were all worried, but their worries just somehow made your head hurt even more. The whispers you could hear from them down the stairs of the townhouse were the worst part. 'Do they need a cleansing?' 'What happened to cause it?' 'Their body is doing this for a reason.' they went on and on and on, never answering each other. Each voice different through the muffling of the walls. You were ready to scream. Pillow over your head wouldnt even block them out. You rocked in bed, hands over your ears. Nothing, no more silence ever. Just the ringing in your head of all the voices. Mor had tried asking her father if he knew anything about such subjects. Anything for help. Azriel swooped into the city streets, nodding at a few shopkeeps as he went. After being gone for the last few weeks, the welcome faces of his home were a sight for sore eyes. He held the bag of various salts and salves gently, just as he had his whole trip back. He landed with precision at the front gate of the town home. The familiar wrought iron fence squeaking slightly when he opened it. You felt his presence before he even opened the front door. The coolness of his essence seeping through the walls. The curling shadows that darkened everything ever so slightly. "Your condition seems to have...developed since I left." He set the tote down on the chair by the door, then closed it softly. The whispering became more intense, a pounding in your head that drowned out almost everything else. "Oh-" He breathed as he walked in. A shocked look then he was grinning. "Leave us." He dismissed Rhys, who gave him a look before obeying. He took off his jacket, leaving him in a dark tunic that made his eyes look brighter. He cocked his head when staring at you, then took a breath. The shadows seemed to summon around him, making him look even more intimidating than normal. They slunk around his ankles like a fog. Then they covered the walls of the room, blocking off the light from the window entirely. The relief in your mind was overwhelming. You choked out a sob, looking at him with wide eyes. The silence, the weight taken from your brain was like breathing for the first time. "H-how?" You panted, getting up from the bed. Sickness did not weigh you down any longer. The pounding ceased completely, alleviating your too warm temples. He came close to you, only too close because of the thin nightgown you wore. Really it was one of Cassian's old shirts that just fitted you like a dress. When you had taken his room due to your apparent illness you had found a few 'interesting' items of his that were left. "It seems your condition has...evolved since I saw you last." He reached a hand out to you, the siphons atop thrumming with a warm dark blue. You took it tentatively, your eyes slid shut -then there he was. His scent, his thoughts, his everything was in your mind. You scrambled away from it mentally, your heart slamming in your chest. He stroked a thumb over your hand. His mental voice was warm, yet rough and commanding. "Slow. Think, but slowly. I'm here, you're okay." The voice said. His darkness seemed to follow him to your mind, coating it in a coolness that was much appreciated. "What do I do? What am I?" You took a breath, trying to center yourself. Your entire being was roaring at you to fight back against the intrusion, but he shushed you into not trying it. "You...are new. You're like me, in a way." He whispered softly, his essence drifting over you comfortingly. Like a soft blanket, cold but still comforting. "How do I get it ito stop?" You sighed, wanting to bury your head in your hands again. He touched you then, slowly at first. Dragging a soft, textured hand up to your wrist, then pulling you in for a hug. His warmth was the opposite of everything else about him, those shadows did nothing against the core of him, his heat. "You dont, you learn how to make it work with you." He said aloud, his presence rolling out of your mind like a thundercloud. He pulled out of the embrace, "You need to make the thoughts blend like street noise- like a crowd. Learn to select what you want to hear. " "You make it sound so easy." You rolled your eyes at him, crossing your arms over your chest. Azriel may or may not have glanced at how it hitched up the oversized t shirt. Hunger opened up in the pit of his stomach at the filthy thoughts. He knew it was Cassian's shirt, recognized and scented it. It made him want to put his own scent on you in several different, creative ways. He cracked a grin and shrugged slightly, "It'll be like reading a new language. But you need to learn to speak it first." He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and lead you to the balcony, the shadows following you in a close bubble the whole way. "All these people have their thoughts, their words and actions. My shadows tell me all about their outfits, their scents, their hair. Unnecessary unless they have a weapon." He gestured to a few fae males outside a townhome a few houses down. One threw their arms up in the air and stormed back inside." I can't keep them from giving me this information, but I do let it go. I dont even listen unless I detect a threat." You let out a long breath, feeling the anxiety of him leaving already. "Please stay." His stomach dropped at the words. You grabbed for his hand. As if the open sky was demanding he take off that second. " I cant-" You kept your voice from trembling. "It's too much. Why me? Why now?" Tears threatened and you looked away. He couldnt bear to see you in such pain. He wanted - he needed to give you relief from it. He squared his shoulders and squeezed your hand back. "Are you afraid to fly?" he asked, flexing his wings. The shadows answered with their own wave. "I'm not the biggest fan-" Before you could give your list of excused you'd rather not fly, he was shooting into the air, the backs of your thighs rubbing over his deliciously warm skin. Your yelp of surprise was left behind you. You held on to his shoulders for dear life. "If you would open your eyes you might not be so scared." He laughed, his siphons glaring a bright shield around you that protected you from the wind. He flew fast, and far. His presence was the only one you felt, like a cool rain on your still reeling mind. He had sent Rhys an advisory thought before he took you, letting him know you needed some 'fun'. "If I open my eyes I'm going to vomit all over you." You said, squeezing your eyes tighter. You felt the laugh through his chest. His thumb circled the back of your knee, giving you goosebumps that had nothing to do with the slight chill running through the shield. The shirt was not nearly enough for an outing, and you doubted he was taking you anywhere with anyone who would mind. The thought sent a thrill through you. Alone. He wanted to be alone with you. As if in approval, his essence drifted happily into your mind, caressing you as his thumb did. He flew lower slowly, enjoying your scent mixed with the cool smell of the lake below. The way the sun at this angle made your hair shine. He landed softly, setting you down only after you'd made him promise you were no longer flying. "We're done...for now." He winked when you opened, marveling at his wind tosseld hair for a second before collecting yourself and brushing your shirt absently. He grinned wider, and the coolness you'd felt since he showed up in the town home receded. You felt...like you. Normal again, weightless in comparison after the weeks of buzzing in your head. And the view beyond his goofy grin was marvelous. A snowcapped mountain towered above, sloping to create the lake. Mixes of different rock lay everywhere. The scattered pines seemed like giants whispering in the breeze. "Listen to the birds, enjoy the silence for a while." He said, then began walking to the bank of the bright blue water. You stood in shock for a while, letting the sound of the wind and nothing else seep into you. You reveled in it, joying in the simplicity of it. Everything seemed so much louder than you remembered. You sat on a boulder and watched him skip rocks, the short splats of them echoing off the mountainside. He skipped one after another, occasionally picking up smaller ones and pocketing them. You let your mind wander, trying to regain the feeling he had shrouded you with in the townhome. The solid wall he had put up around your mind for you. But he had said you needed to learn to let it blend in, to deal with it and not shut it out. It was an asset, not a hinderance. You shuddered at using the gift for much. You didnt care to know peoples ins and outs in normal conversation, let alone without them knowing. You attempted to summon that wall. It was like grasping at water, thick and heavy and impossible. The lingering remnants of control slipped away like sand through your fingers. You buried your face in your hands, letting the tears fall. When he approached, you didn't bother hiding. He had been in your head, he knew what it was like. He said nothing, just wrapped an arm around you and let you cry into his shoulder. Holding you tighter on the bigger sobs that ripped out of you.

#azriel #azriel x reader #acotar #acotar fic #azriel fic

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##INSIDE LUCY’S BAG !

sorting my inventory in real life . . .

LU: my imo says you can never be too prepared!

gif moodboard by kiki !

FORMAT: dialogue

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

NOTE: this post totally isn’t a wishlist in disguise and an excuse for kiki to project everything she wants irl…

[ 마이보그 ] 강루시가 매일 들고 다니는 템 몽땅 다 보여 드립니다 (마스카라, 향수, 동물의 숲) | VOGUE TV UNCUT

[ INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT: KOREAN to ENGLISH ]

[ MYVOGUE ] we will show you all the items lucy kang carries every day (mascara, perfume, animal crossing)

hi, i’m lucy from stray kids! i’m here with vogue korea today to show you guys my bag and everything inside it!

i should probably say that a lot of these things change depending on where i go or what i do on a particular day. like when i go grocery shopping, i’ll likely just bring my phone, keys and some reusable bags. but for schedules, i’ll pack more depending on how long i’ll be out. for this video, i’ll be covering what i usually take with me to long work days/as travel carry-on, since it’s when the boys say i become mary poppins and stuff a whole lot of— what i believe are— essentials into my bag!

BACKPACK & ORGANISERS !

so, this is my backpack! isn’t it so pretty? i’ve used it everyday since 2018, but it looks almost brand-new, right? i know these kind of bags are trendy but they’re really well-made as well. mine is in the biggest size, it’s got this laptop compartment in the back and padded straps! which is super neat since they don’t cut into your shoulders. also, bonus: backpacks don’t destroy your back, hence the name!

when i was a trainee, i would always use duffel bags and totes but honestly, it was never worth the fashion statement— because when every muscle in your body hurts at the end of the day, they become almost impossible to lift.

this particular backpack is also really special because some of our oldest stay— our fans, hand stitched and embroidered this bag as a fundraiser for one girl: a charity organisation that supports education for girls in sierra leone and uganda. i always feel so proud when our fans do something like this because helping people in need, to me, is always worth so much more.

we’ve got tiny flowers, leaves, sunflowers and bees! we also have all three totoros walking along here, and my name in hangul (강소연, kang soyeon) on the outside pocket.

something i would change? maybe, the colour? don’t get me wrong, when i first saw it was grey— because it was a surprise (at a fan meet)— i was so happy because i knew it’d match anything i wear and be very easy to keep clean. but if the brand ever released new colours in this size, i think pink would be really cute!

anyway, shall we carry on?

opening up this bad boy is always super fun because the zips go down all the way! it makes it really easy to pack because it becomes more like a suitcase. and if we move some of my stuff— i also bought an extra organiser for more pockets on the inside.

depending on if i have practice or maybe a really long flight with heaps of stopovers, this backpack is also big enough to fill the remaining space with a small blanket or clean clothes and shoes! i mean, it’s not bam bam size— *laughs* i feel so silly going after him— but it’s still a monster to me, okay!

i also like using drawstring bags/pouches to organise my stuff— my imo, who took care of me in australia, always told me that having a space for everything in your bag not only keeps it clean/makes it easier to find stuff, but also helps you pack a lot more too!

PHONES !

starting with the outside pocket, this is where i keep all the stuff that i need to access quickly. feel like that’s obvious, but anyway— if i’m unfortunate enough to not have pockets for whatever reason, this is usually where my phones go. and yup, i have two! one personal and one for work.

this is the first phone: it’s in the lilac colour, which is super pretty! it’s also the reason i like using clear, bulky, protective cases— not because i actually drop it very often, but i feel like any one of these days i might and i’ll destroy its beauty. oh, and clear cases are cute because i like putting polaroids in there— here’s mine of my friends, ryujin and chaeryeong! they even signed it for me, so you know it’s limited edition!

now, you might think this is silly— but my second phone, also lavender, is an android. the most logical reason i have for this is because when i had two apple phones, my airpods would keep swapping connections. BUT the main reason is honestly because i just wanted a phone that folds. i mean come on, my first ever phone was a motorola, and this is just— it’s cool, right? (at laughing staff) see, it’s cool! the only member in stray kids that doesn’t use apple at all is changbin, so he’s happy that i’ve at least compromised with this.

i primarily use my iphone to take photos, watch videos/streams, talk to close friends or family as well as write, read, play games and listen to music. the main difference between the two is that i don’t have any social media on here, except youtube, if that counts. all of my other sns are on my samsung, so that when i get tired of scrolling— i just fold this up and toss it in the bin— i’m just kidding. but yeah, i like being able to isolate myself because it can all get a little loud from time to time.

AIRPODS & KEYS !

i like to keep my airpods and keys attached to each other that way i don’t lose either of them! i think i’ve had this pair since i first bought them, which i think— *checks manufacturing date*— was 2019. damn, these are old! and they still work perfectly, which is nice. and this case lets me loop the keys for my rental car, my dorm, my aunt’s house; because it’s important i scare the living daylights out her whenever possible— and company rooms that don’t use keycards.

MULTITOOL !

this will probably get cut out, but i also have a multitool. my older brother got it for me as a present when i was back in australia for my twenty-first birthday. it’s pretty awesome! i mostly use it for the bottle/can opener when my nails are done and can’t open anything. also put this on it. *blows whistle attached* (you know what it’s for)

CARD & PASSPORT HOLDER !

i had a wallet, but ever since i started using my phone to pay for everything— i very rarely use cash at all. of course, i do try to have a few notes just in case, but i thought i’d be better to use one of these instead— to keep my passport, id, memberships and all that good stuff safe in one place. i also hate carrying coins anyway, so i usually tip or donate to the boys. *laughs*

IPAD, ACCESSORIES & DRUMSTICKS !

let’s quickly look at the pocket in the back: because here’s where i keep my ipad as well as its pen, keyboard and mouse. i don’t like laptops because they’re usually too heavy to carry and macbooks confuse me because i use a pc. so, this adorable thing is what i use to write lyrics, record and very roughly edit snippets of tracks. i again, also use it to watch videos, mostly netflix— especially on long trips— and journal. i love to handwrite when i can, but i think i’m much faster at typing. i’m not much of an illustrator, but hyunjin loves to leave a lot of drawings for me: i’ll show you one! and sometimes, when i’m feeling cheeky— i might play a little genshin on it. i also keep my drumsticks in this pocket because i use them just as often to practice or spin for fun.

NINTENDO SWITCH & DS !

now, onto the main pocket!

the most eye catching thing in this bag right now is probably my switch! i finally got one for myself when this version was released because i just couldn’t resist. i’ve been playing animal crossing since i was six years old and it’s always been such a nostalgic game for me. it really helps me relax from work and other games that get my gears going. and i do play it with somi! we like to visit each other’s islands and trade clothes or furniture. but i also like to play mario kart and super smash bros on here— chan bought his switch when it first came out, so now all nine members can play online together as well.

i also have this purple 2DS, which is not only a total throwback but limited edition! i mostly use this to play old pokémon games and cooking mama.

i like to have these games on long travel trips because sometimes we can’t connect to wi-fi and i can have a hard time falling asleep on the plane or in the car.

PORTABLE CHARGER & SPEAKER !

and as much as i love all of my gadgets, what’s arguably just as important is this beast! 60000mAh, this power bank can last me about a week if i don’t use it to charge everything at the same time. i got this as a gift from jisungie actually— as you can see from the han quokka and jelibear stickers. very cute.

and this speaker i also got as a gift from jeongin! it’s always nice to have music playing when we’re out on picnics or in waiting rooms. i actually use it most when i’m in the shower. despite being small, it can be very loud— just like some people i know... anyway thank you guys!

SNACKS, SAUCE & VITAMINS !

so, in this pink bag— are all my edible items— or as like the kids like to call, my snack pack. felix, chan and i also like to make fun of it because it reminds us of primary school in australia. pretty much every kid had one of these. i love it though because it can keep things cool or warm and from getting squished! and i’ve got a lot of stuff in here—

like my favourite gum, mints and teabags. i love this brand of tea because it’s made in melbourne, my home city. i get my brothers to send me this flavour— my favourite— whenever they can. how i like my tea? with a quarter milk and two sugars.

so, the menu changes pretty much everyday— but today i’ve brought 떡볶이 (tteokbokki), buldak carbo hot chicken flavour! this type are a little less intense with the spice, which is why i like it a lot. i also keep my juice boxes in here— mango and pineapple. they’re the best. i also have some pepero, cheetos: flaming hot snd smokey barbecue, sunflower chocoball, yogurt almonds and a couple sticks of sausage.

and in this yellow pouch, are my vitamins. B, C, D, iron and magnesium; all of these are pills you have to take with water, but i also recently got these apple cider vinegar gummies— and honestly, they taste really good! everyone says they help a lot with digestion as well as hair and skin.

oh, and sauce packets. *laughs* okay, i gotta explain this one: there’s nothing i hate more than when i order food or go to places and there’s no sauce included! it’s why i always try to save leftover packets, but also change it up as often as i can so they don’t get stuck in here. got some regular ketchup this time— because i guess you just can’t go wrong with it.

and that’s that! onto the next bag—

COSMETICS, JEWELLERY & GUITAR PICKS !

where i keep my beauty items!

firstly, i’ve got my favourite perfumes since i was a teenager: black musk and lord of misrule. i really love these kinds of gender neutral smells— it’s like spicy vanilla? they’re the perfect amount of sweet and just make me feel really warm.

next, i have this tub of paw paw cream: a holy grail product from australia. i use it as a lip balm, but you can also use it for dry cuts, itches, burns and more— it’s just super moisturising and smells really good. all of my friends love it too and usually ask me to order them a bottle when i can. it’s a similar texture to the all purpose cream i use as well, but this one is a lot thicker— so i like using this for my hands, body and sometimes even hair.

usually the only makeup products i carry out with me are gloss/lipstick, brow gel and mascara. i’ve been using this kiss me brand since i was a trainee! i also have this cute travel-sized bottle of micellar water— nothing special, just removes makeup really well.

and last but not least, the most important product of all— sunscreen! spf 50plus! i love that this one doesn’t leave a weird cast or shiny finish.

other stuff i can fit in here include my sunglasses, hair clips, ties and scrunchies— and jewellery, if i ever need to take anything off during practice or performances. i have a lot of my favourite rings and earrings in here, but i only usually have one necklace because i get scared when they get all tangled up. this one’s got my stay ring on it which is of course, very dear to me. and in this tin— aren’t more mints but— my spare guitar picks! i guess because they're pretty too? these stone ones were gifted to me by lia actually, she says they've all got different energies or something— but i mostly like how they feel and how durable they are even at different thicknesses.

MASK, WIPES & HAND SANITISER !

you must’ve been wondering what’s inside this organiser… sadly, it’s all the boring stuff: in this top pocket, i keep some spare masks— i also have my mask chain in here which was gifted to me by stay. i have both baby and alcohol wipes for cleaning my face, hands as well as any gadgets. and of course, hand sanitiser— this one smells like winter apples apparently. it’s nice!

FEMININE & MEDICINAL PRODUCTS !

and this bottom pocket’s got my period stuff; i always like to take extra of both because girls gotta help other girls in need, you know? i have my deodorant in here as well: i like using mens’ because it’s a lot stronger than female scents— this was a tip i got from my coach back when i was a trainee as well. i’ve also got my hairbrush and a spare toothbrush. oh, medicine goes in this pocket too— so painkillers, muscle cream, eyedrops, band-aids, and heat-packs: these by the way, might be the greatest invention ever made. and a stretch band, this is really good for flexibility of getting rid of painful knots.

PENS, UTENSILS & REUSABLE BAGS !

this organiser also has these nooks, so i keep an ink pen just in case i need to write anything down as well as a tide pen, for when i inevitably spill food/drink on myself! they’re also big enough to fit my utensils, so i have my metal straw— boba-sized— chopsticks and spork slotted in here too. i usually bring these around because i break plastic super easily and have a toxic relationship with paper straws. and finally, hooked up on this handle are these four bags that fold up into a neat, little pouch. i reuse these for clothes, shoes, groceries, anything really!

WATER BOTTLE, UMBRELLA & HAT !

i forgot to mention these earlier, but i’ve got my water bottle— one litre, vacuum-sealed and double-insulated, so it can store ice for longer than a day. dope because staying cool and hydrated is very important! i also like to keep my cap strapped to my bag whenever i’m not using it. this one was a gift from yuna, it’s my favourite. and last but not least, i use this outside pocket for holding my umbrella— which i will not be opening inside, but outside on rainy or super sunny days.

this should really sell the deal i’m mary poppins, right?

anyway, that’s it! super long and detailed; i am very sorry to the editors who are gonna have to cut this in post but— i hope you guys enjoyed hearing about what’s inside my bag and thank you, vogue korea, for having me! goodbye everyone! hope to see you again soon!

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i wish you'd write a fic where mickey reluctantly goes on a picnic with ian (maybe with their baby girl and dog?)

This is a great excuse for a little more of my new headcanon where they pick up a couple strays. I have to apologize, though, because this is probably not as fluffy as you imagined—there’s a pretty heavy backstory that’s hinted at. I tried to add some cute things too, though!

For the curious, first mention of their oldest daughter Brit (Mickey calls her Brat) here and of the dog, Basil, here.

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“You want to go on a what?” Mickey asks incredulously as his husband putters around their small kitchen, putting together sandwiches.

“A picnic, Mick,” Ian replies, his head currently stuck inside the open fridge. He pops out long enough to give Mickey a look. “And don’t act surprised, I told you yesterday.”

Mickey holds out his arms, palms up. “Do I look like I knew this was comin’?” He moves out of the way as Ian closes the fridge and rounds the counter, lunchmeat in hand. “I didn’t know you were serious, man!”

Ian sighs, laying ham on bread and reaching for a knife to spread the mustard. “What’s the problem, huh?” he asks. “You don’t want to have a nice day with us?”

“Hey, don’t you do that,” Mickey commanded, pointing a finger at him. “Excuse me if I don’t want to take a toddler and fucking dog to a damn tourist trap.”

Ian rolls his eyes as he finishes the sandwiches, setting them neatly in a piece of tupperware that Mickey doesn’t remember owning. “It’s not a tourist trap, Mick,” he says patiently, “it’s a park. And your daughter wants to go.”

Mickey scoffs, trying not to soften too noticeably. Ian knew he always gave in when he used the d word. “Yeah, she wants to go cause someone showed her a bunch of pictures yesterday.”

“I was trying to keep her occupied, Mick,” Ian says for what feels like the millionth time. “She just saw her mom in the hospital, she needed a distraction.”

“That bitch has never been her mom,” Mickey starts to respond, and Ian glares at him.

“Told you not to say that shit,” he says lowly, casting his eyes around for their daughter. “She doesn’t need to hear it.”

“Relax, she’s in her room,” Mickey tells him, but he stops anyway. Well, stops the name-calling, at least. “But you know I didn’t agree to lie to her, Ian, that’s all your brilliant idea.”

Returning to the fridge to grab a few cold pops, Ian blows out a breath. “And I told you, we’re not lying. We’re just…,” he stands there for a second with the door open, considering, before finishing with, “we’re just holding back a bit until she’s older.”

Mickey’s mouth is twisted, but when Ian comes closer to put a hand against his face, it relaxes. “Just for a little bit, Mickey, ok?” Ian asks softly. “Just let her think she’s a normal kid for a little longer. Longer than we got to.”

And fine, Mickey could do that. He nods.

Ian smiles, pecks him on the lips and pulls away. “Good,” he says. “I’ll go get Brit, you get Basil, and we’ll get on our way in a few minutes.”

Mickey stands still in the corner of the kitchen for a long moment, listening to his husband call out for their kid. “We’re goin’ on a picnic,” he mutters to himself. “With a kid and fucking dog. How the hell did I end up here?”

He whistles, hears the patter of small paws against tile as said dog comes careening around the corner from the living room. Basil comes to a sudden stop against Mickey’s legs and drops his rear to the floor with a thump, tail whipping rhythmically against the wooden counter. Mickey sighs as he grabs the leash off the hook on the wall behind him and bends down to attach it to the dog’s bright red collar.

“At least you’re not wearing a fucking sweater,” he tells Basil solemnly, and sputters when Basil rewards him with a lick across the face.

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They’re almost there on the L, Brit clinging to Ian’s leg on the crowded train and Mickey trying not to let on that he has a 40 lb dog hidden in giant fucking tote bag between his feet. Thankfully, Basil is great at playing dead—Mickey taught him that one himself—so the biggest difficulty will be carrying him out without getting a hernia.

The kid tugs at Mickey’s pant leg as the train rounds a corner, and he looks down to see her grinning up at him through wisps of dark hair that escaped her messy pigtails.

“Are we goin’ to see the baby?” she asks excitedly, lisping a bit as her tongue hits the space where her front teeth used to be.

“Uh,” he says, looking to Ian for guidance. Ian is pretending not to listen, though, the bastard. He looks back down into his daughter’s dark eyes.

“Not today, Brat,” he tells her, and keeps going before she can pout. “We told you it’s gonna be a while, yeah? Your sister’s not done bakin’ yet.”

“Like a cake!” she exclaims. Mickey sees a little old woman smiling at them, and wonders if she’d think it was so cute if she knew half the story.

“Yeah, like a cake, kid,” he agrees.

“But where are we goin’?” she asks next.

Mickey absently tucks a longer strand of loose hair behind her ear, and answers, “Remember that place your dad was showin’ ya the other day?”

She gives a delighted gasp just as the announcement is made for Lake Station, and when she sees him bend to hoist up the bag they’ve hidden Basil in, she dashes for the now-open doors.

“Hey, wait!” he calls after her, but Ian beats him to the door with his long, unburdened stride, catching up to her quickly and leaving Mickey to deal with everything else.

Mickey looks down into the open tote, and Basil blinks an eye open to look back from where he’s curled around the container holding their lunch.

“Typical,” Mickey mutters, and hobbles off the train in pursuit.

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Thankfully, the kid was more interested in seeing the gardens and the lakefront than any of the crowded, no-dogs-allowed areas, so after a few quick pics of her fooling around in front of the Bean, they get settled in with minimal fanfare toward the center of the park.

Mickey is leaning back on his elbows on the ratty blanket they brought, picking at his sandwich and watching his little girl run wild over the grass as Ian and Basil chase her, their own meals half-eaten and forgotten beside him. He watches as Ian catches her, the two of them falling to the ground in a tangle of limbs as Basil’s leash wraps around them, the dog running circles around his humans. Mickey laughs when Ian tries to stand and promptly falls back over, having to stop and free his damn giraffe legs from the leash before he tries again.

Ian kisses their daughter on the head and hands the dog off to her as he gets up, heading back toward Mickey. There’s no need to worry about whether she can handle it—Basil may weigh almost the same as her, but the dog had always been careful with her since she came to stay with them more than a year ago.

“This isn’t so bad, is it?” Ian asks softly as he approaches. He collapses onto the blanket next to Mickey, just close enough to press their legs together. He lets a hand rest between them, and Mickey shifts his weight off one elbow so he can take it, twining their fingers together. His eyes are on their children, the human and the furred, but he can see Ian smile from the corner of his eye.

“Nah,” he murmurs quietly. “Guess not.”

Ian leans in and presses a kiss to the side of his neck, then to his cheek. “Just think,” he whispers into Mickey’s ear, “in a few months we’ll have another one.”

Mickey can’t help but snort. “Yeah, if we can keep her incubator from runnin’ off and overdosing again before then.”

Ian nudges him with his knee, and Mickey looks over with a raised eyebrow. “Hey, I didn’t call her a bitch this time,” he points out, and Ian rolls his eyes.

“It’s progress, I guess,” he relents, settling more firmly into Mickey’s side. They sit together, holding hands, and watch Brit and Basil play under the bright noon sun.

“I want to come back once she’s here,” Ian mentions. “The new baby." He turns his gaze to Mickey, eyes soft. "All of us together, as a family.”

“Fuck no,” Mickey vetoes immediately. “You want to do all this with a noisy infant in a shit-filled diaper, you get to do it yourself.”

“We’ll talk about it later,” Ian responds, and Mickey groans.

Because he knows if Ian wants it, he’ll be dragging a 40 lb dog, a hyperactive child, and a newborn around the damn park before he can even threaten divorce.

But as he watches his daughter walk their dog on the green grass, his husband reclining beside him on a soft blanket, the sun shining down on him, he thinks about adding a baby carrier to the picture, just there next to Ian. And he has to admit that it might not be too bad.

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