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#i got a whole photo set on the way and also for christmas
inkiedraws · 1 year
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 I’ve been obsessed with how jack is drawn in the storyboards and hopefully i captured his skrunkliness just right.
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here4kpopfics · 3 months
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Pieces of Greece | KNJ & KSJ
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Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Kim Namjoon x reader Genre: smut, a little fluff, a whole lot of bickering AU: established relationship, fwb to lovers Wordcount: 17,100 on the dot Summary: After the events during Christmas in the Swiss mountains, your boyfriend Namjoon wants to go to Greece for his birthday. And, of course, another surprise in the form of Kim Seokjin. Warnings: There's. So. Much. Smut. Plane sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, Namjoon loves to watch but this time he gets to participate. ice play, threesomes the entire time. DVP fun time, creampie, oral in every which way, unprotected sex, it goes on. mxm moments that make my heart happy. IT'S SMUT WITH SOME PLOT OKAY. Rating: M / 18+ AN: Sooooooooooooooo....Many many many many months ago, someone asked if there'd ever be a sequel. i joked there would be a summer vacation. then summer happened and nothing was written. Then I met my favorite @echotoyou and well, they said they loved Swiss Miss and I mentioned the thought of a sequel and they got excited and then Namjoon's birthday was coming up and i thought fuck it and THEY ASKED FOR MOST OF THE SMUT IN THIS OKAY. so this is for my baby starcandy. i love you so much, i hope you enjoy. Thank you to my lovely @theharrowing for beta-reading and @classicscreations for the banner/divider. Also tagging @simp47koreancrackheads for reasons. Enjoy!!! 💜Masterlist | AskBox | AO3
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When Namjoon brought up the idea of an end of summer vacation for his birthday, you were hesitant at first. Last time you let him plan a vacation, he dragged you to the Swiss mountains and it was miserable. 
Well…not all of it was miserable. 
Seokjin being your Christmas present made up for the freezing mountain getaway. 
It’s been almost nine months since then. Seokjin’s been away filming and being a gorgeous model, but you both still kept in contact. The three of you agreed it’d be okay to send photos of you in lingerie sets, Namjoon taking it a step further to send videos of you riding his cock, begging to come. Seokjin would send videos back, specifically to you, of his hand stroking his cock until he was a moaning mess, coming all over himself. 
The two of you met up with him a few times since Christmas. Once in February, once in April, and the last time being very briefly in July when Namjoon watched on as Seokjin fucked you so ridiculously that you squirted all over the hotel bed while he erupted inside of you. 
As far as you were concerned, your relationship with Namjoon was technically still monogamous. At least, until Seokjin became involved and suddenly he was the added friend with benefits for you. Namjoon and Seokjin never got involved with one another; your boyfriend only ever watching on as his best friend fucked you sensless, and fucking you right after so your last orgasm was from the man you loved.
You understood Namjoon loved to watch. Every time you’d look over at him slowly rubbing his hard cock, either with his hand coated in your arousal or with your underwear, his eyes would be watching the faces you’d make in pleasure or the way Seokjin’s cock pounded into you. But there was always a moment where it felt like he wanted to be involved. You’ve tried to ask, but could never find a way to bring it up. 
So you agreed to the trip, hoping you’d get the chance to ask at some point. 
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“Joon, what’d the attendant say?” Your boyfriend makes his way back to where you’re sitting in the terminal, wearing a long summer dress with thin straps. Your flight’s been delayed an hour at this point, and you’re feeling just a tad bit suffocated in this airport that conveniently has the air conditioning down for maintenance. 
“Good news and bad news.” He sighs, plopping down in the seat next to you, “which do you want first?”
“Always start with the bad.”
“Bad news is it’s another ‘forty-five minutes at least’ until we can board.” He pauses for your groan of frustration, fanning yourself with the book cover of some nonsense romance book you found in the gift shop. 
“And the good?”
“The good,” he smiles, handing you the boarding passes, “there aren’t a lot of people on our flight anyway, and the girl thought I was cute so we got upgraded to first class for free.”
Your eyes barely glance at the passes with the upgraded seat locations on them, instead finding their way to the female attendant that had her eyes on your boyfriend. Namjoon might not mind sharing you with another man, but you can’t say the same about you sharing Namjoon with another woman. 
“Y/n. Don’t give her that look.” 
“I’m not giving her a look.”
“Yes you are. You’re giving her that look at my man one more time and I’ll end your happiness look.”
“No I’m no— wait. I have a look like that?” You look at Namjoon with wide eyes, a grin slowly creeping across your face. “That’s so cool. Is it easily readable? Do I have others?” 
The girl is long forgotten about as you see Namjoon’s beautiful dimples appear with his smile as he leans closer to whisper in your ear. 
“Yeah. You make some other ones. Like when you’re about to come all over me. When I’ve fucked you so hard that you’re about to black out. The face you make when you realize you’ve taken every inch of me is my favorite, though.”
Your face flushes in heat as you sit completely still, eyes staring straight ahead. You hear him chuckle next to you before kissing your temple, leaning back in his seat with an arm resting against the back of yours. The goosebumps on your skin and the back of your neck raise with every pass his fingers make across your shoulder and back. You know it’s for comfort, but it feels like the best kind of torture. 
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Shockingly, the wait time is far less than forty-five minutes before you’re one of the first groups to board, letting Namjoon hand over the boarding passes to the attendant. She gives him a big smile and flirty eyes and you have to fight yourself to not give her whatever look Namjoon was talking about. You’re about to spend ten hours on a plane, two weeks in Greece, and potentially the rest of your life with this man. She will be left behind at this terminal; she is no threat. 
If anything, she’s a gift to this world. The first class seats are amazing in comparison to the main cabin seats Namjoon originally booked. You immediately claim the cubby-like seat next to the window, Namjoon sitting in the cubicle parallel to yours. The flight attendant left you both pillows, blankets, a bottle of what deemed fancy water and snacks already laid out for each of you. 
“Is this what Jin experiences with being famous? Because if so, one of us needs to get on it, stat, Joon. Probably you. Make an onlyfans.” You giggle when he ignores you, his face taking a turn at going flush with heat. 
You don’t tease further, getting comfortable in your little bed for the next ten hours. You poke the buttons to make the bed come out from under your feet before returning it to a sitting position and pulling the partition down between you and your boyfriend’s seats. 
“Hi.” You smile at him while he sorts out both of your bags, pulling out your phone charger and handing it to you. “Thank you, Joonie.” You lean across the divider to give him a kiss, laughing when you try to pull back, only to have a giant hand cradle the back of your neck, tugging you back against his lips. 
“I love you, baby.” He whispers, finally pulling away when the surge of other passengers begin to board the plane. You quickly say it back, full love-sick grin on display for him. 
God, you really do love him. 
Halfway through the flight, you’re being nudged awake, pulled from an amazing dream or memory - you can’t tell anymore - of you and Namjoon. Your headphones are slowly pulled off your head as you groggily turn over to find Namjoon leaning through the divider with a smirk. 
“What?” You grumble, wiping your eyes. 
“You were moaning my name.”
“What?” You were moaning in your dream, but surely not in real life? On a plane? 
“Bathroom in five minutes.” Is all he says before sliding the divider back up. All you hear is quiet rustling until you see his top half making its way to the first class bathrooms. 
He can’t be serious. 
He can’t. 
While you love the control Namjoon has over you, and you both share an openness to exploring new kinks and sexual experiences, this wasn’t on either of your lists. 
You watch the time on your phone move slowly, one minute down. 
You shouldn’t do this.
Two minutes down. 
You’ll get caught. 
Three minutes. 
You’ll be banned from flying. And how will you get back home if so? A ship of some sort? 
Four. 
But he’s waiting for you. Possibly hard and you’re soaked from your dream. 
Five. 
You tuck your phone under your pillow, slowly crawling out of your cubicle and tiptoeing your way to the front. Luckily first class only has about eight seats and everyone seems to be sound asleep as you reach the bathroom door, giving one small secret knock. The door unlocks and you creep it open, sneaking your way in. 
“Holy fuck, it’s huge.” You whisper, eyes scanning the bigger than normal airplane bathroom. There’s enough space to have a moderately small sized counter and an actual sink. And enough space for your boyfriend to stand up tall without banging his head on the ceiling. 
“I feel like I should make a joke there, but we have limited time. Turn and bend. Now.” He quietly growls. It’s only then you notice his hardened length in his hand, slowly being pumped as he waits for you to follow instructions. 
“Sir, yes sir.” You quip, ignoring his glare as you turn around and brace yourself against the counter. He parts your legs with his feet, a hand grabbing your waist when you momentarily lose balance. 
“Remember. Not a sound, okay?” He whispers against your ear, tongue tracing down your neck. You quickly nod, skin shivering as he pulls the hem of your dress up, bringing the fabric to the front and giving it to you to hold against your stomach. Your underwear is dropped past your knees and you quickly step one foot out so you can freely move. 
He wastes no time smacking your ass once, grabbing at the meaty flesh right after. You fight back the yelp, covering your mouth as you watch his intense gaze through the mirror. His eyes are glued to your ass while he massages it, watching in awe as your arousal pools at your entrance. 
“Fuck, I love how ready you are for me all the time, baby.” He groans, lining your hips up with his, gliding his cock along your folds. You bite the inside of your cheek to not make a noise. 
“Stop that.” The hand on your hip slides up and around to your neck, pulling you up to his chest. “Don’t bite the inside of your cheek, it’ll get infected.”
“Then don’t tease me.” You rasp, voice straining when his grip tightens around your neck. 
“If you insist.” He gives one bite to your neck before letting you go and bending you forward again. He gives no warning as he realigns himself, pushing past your entrance in one go. 
You let out a silent scream, covering your mouth again with your free hand as you practically hug the sink. There’s no hesitation when he starts pounding into you, both of you a mess of silent moans. 
“Come back up here.” He groans, pulling you back up by your arms. “I think it’s me that has to be careful about sounds, baby. How are you always so fucking tight?”
“Feels so good.” You gasp, fighting the moan building in your throat when he kisses your neck.
He’s about to respond when there’s a small amount of turbulence, causing him to thrust even deeper into you. One of your hands flies to your mouth, followed quickly by him biting your neck. 
Namjoon removes your hand from your mouth, placing his there instead, snaking his fingers past your lips and making you suck. “Get yourself off on my cock, baby. We don’t have time.” You whine, your fingers quickly finding your clit and rubbing. 
Another little bout of turbulence and his cock being buried even deeper inside of you makes you fight against the urge to scream around his fingers, walls clenching as you come around his cock. He comes seconds later, deep inside, holding you close while his lips leave feather kisses across your skin. 
You’re both silent after, his cock remaining tucked deep within your walls as his hands rub up and down your sides realizing you have another five hours before landing. The kiss he places on your shoulder tells you he’s having the same thought. 
“Need help?” He asks in a hushed whisper. You shake your head, letting him pull out. It’s almost awkward having to move around one another to clean up, but Namjoon makes sure to give you his dimpled smile and a quick kiss every passing until he’s ready to go back, leaving you to finish up in peace. 
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The rest of the flight was normal. Half the time you were asleep, the other half playing phone games with Namjoon or listening to music or watching a movie while he was reading. 
When you landed, Namjoon was quick to grab your carry on and usher you off the plane, almost running to baggage claim. 
“Jooooooon, our bags aren’t going to magically appear the second we get to baggage claim. They have to unload the plane first.”
“I know, I know. But…I have a surprise for you.” Namjoon grins, pulling you past baggage claim to where people are waiting for their loved ones to emerge.
And that’s when you swear your heart stops for a moment.
Kim Seokjin.
In Greece.
“Jin?!” You accidentally shout. In hindsight, you’ll understand why Namjoon grabbed your bags and didn’t let you carry anything. You would’ve dropped it all or thrown it across the building as you ran up to your friend and jumped into his awaiting embrace.
“Oh my god, you’re here?! Why are you here?” you start rambling off nonsense, speaking into his neck as he hugs you, holding you in the air with his arms holding just below your ass. “How have you been? How was the movi–”
“Princess, slow down!” He laughs, finally placing you back on your feet. Your hands rest on his forearms, his on your elbows as you finally look at him.
He’s still beautiful. His hair is still the same, if not a little bit longer. You told him he was in his long fluffy era while he’s taking a break from filming last time you saw him. It was fun tugging on it when his mouth was exploring your body. His eyes are a mixture of exhaustion, happiness, and a hint of mischief. He somehow looks bigger, like he’s been working out a lot more. It’s only been two months since you’ve seen him, but it feels like a lot longer. There’s a small ache in your heart when you look up at him, and you’re not even sure when you started crying until his hands cradle your face, thumbs wiping away your tears.
“Why is my beautiful princess crying, hmm? Can’t stand my beauty?” 
You scoff out a sob, lightly smacking him. The ache in your heart turns into a searing jolt at my beautiful princess. 
“Shut up, you’re hideous.” 
“Tell that to Vogue.” 
“Will do. I’ll write a book about it.” 
“Oh, can I have the first copy?”
“Of course. I’ll sign it and everything.” 
“Oh my god, what an honor.”
“I’ve missed you, Seokjin.”
“I’ve missed you too, y/n.”
He pulls you into another hug, tightening his arms around you when you let out a soft squeak.
“Okay, you two, let’s get this vacation underway.” Your boyfriend’s voice drags you out of the hug you’ve missed so much, stepping away from Seokjin to let the two men hug and greet one another while you mind the bags Namjoon must’ve grabbed while you were busy. 
“You’re not gonna run into my arms? Only her?” Seokjin playfully pouts at your boyfriend, who rolls his eyes in response, grabbing your hand in his.
“Nah, that’s her thing.” 
“What’s your thing then?” you ask, tilting your head to the side with a smirk.
“Later.” 
He doesn’t look at you, so you turn to look at Seokjin instead, who has an eyebrow raised at you. You shrug in response, giving him a look that says I’m just as confused and walk out with your boyfriend and best friend. 
“So, welcome to Athens.” Seokjin starts and he and Namjoon load the bags into the back of the small car, “I’ll be your driver today and the rest of the time we’re here until we get to–”
“Don’t say it, hyung.” Namjoon quickly interjects as you get in the passenger seat.
“Don’t say what?” You turn to look at your boyfriend sitting behind the driver’s seat. 
“You haven’t told her any of the plans?” Seokjin looks in the rear view mirror in astonishment. 
“Nope. And it stays that way.”
“Boo.”
“Lame.”
“It’s a surprise.”
“Joon, it’s your birthday. Why am I the one being surprised?”
He doesn’t say anything more, giving Seokjin a knowing smile that frustrates you when he raises his eyebrows and grins in response. 
You pout, “I hate you both.”
“Lying is bad for your health, princess.” 
Your annoyance with the two men in the car is quickly forgotten about when Seokjin starts driving through Athens. Everything is gorgeous. You get a little giddy, driving through streets you refuse to admit to going through on Google maps, or seeing structures you’ve seen in video games. 
“Princess, look out my window.” Seokjin’s hand lightly grabs at your thigh to get your attention, making you swivel around to look out his window where you can just make out a building you know you’ve climbed in an Assassin’s Creed game. 
“Is that the Parthenon?!” The question is rhetoric, but your excitement is overflowing. “Holy shit, we’re actually in Greece! Can we go see the Olympic park? The observatory? Oh! Joon there’s some really cool art museums there, too! Can we go there?”
“Baby, breathe.” Your boyfriend laughs, Seokjin snickering beside you, his hand still on your thigh, “we’ll go tomorrow first thing. Today we just need to get to the hotel and get dinner.” 
“How are we going to do all this in two weeks? Greece is huge.” You plop back in your seat, huffing in response. 
It’s only now you notice Seokjin’s hand on your thigh, following the limb up to its owner who has his eyes switching from the road to the gps, slightly confused expression on his face in concentration. You turn your head to look at Namjoon, whose eyes are on the hand on your thigh, a soft smile he tries to hide when he realizes you’re looking. 
It’s confusing. It should be Namjoon’s hand there, and yet it still feels right. You love Namjoon. Absolutely head over heels in love with him. 
But in comes Seokjin. The man you’ve had a crush on for years. Who you finally found out actually had feelings for you too. 
You adore Seokjin. You always will. You probably could’ve fallen in love with him if he had said anything back then. But then what would’ve happened with Namjoon? Your stomach drops at the thought.
You silently thank any and every god there is that neither you or Seokjin said anything and that you met your boyfriend. And that by some weird miracle, he’s willing to share you with no one other than Seokjin.
You’re so spaced out, you barely notice when Seokjin pulls into the parking lot of where you will be staying. It’s a gorgeous private villa, an elegant white building with a mixture of modern and Greek design. You hop out of the car while the two men grab the bags. 
“You got a whole house?” You’re not sure if you’re asking Namjoon or Seokjin. But they both respond at the same time. 
“Yes.”
“Yup. Privacy is priceless.” Seokjin chimes in. You roll your eyes with a smile, grabbing the key from him and unlocking the door. 
“There’s three king sized beds and two smaller ones. I took one of the king ones just off the kitchen.” Seokjin guides you both through the house, bags left by the front door with your shoes, “there’s a sauna, a little gym, air conditioning thank god, and a bunch more I haven’t actually explored yet.” 
“With how much we’ll be exploring, we don’t really need a sauna or a gym or anything like that. Y’all really love to go overboard.” You poke both of them in their sides, Namjoon quietly grabs your wrist while Seokjin dramatically cries out as if you’ve stabbed him. 
“It’s nice to have the option, princess!” His dramatics will never cease to amuse you, “Aish, now I’m going to bruise and it’s all your fault.” He rubs his side as he walks away, heading towards the kitchen. 
“Let him have the weird accommodations, baby. He’s a celebrity like that.” Namjoon speaks next to your ear, wrapping his arms around your middle and hugging you. 
“He’s weird.”
“And yet…” his voice trails off, his nose nudging against your throat when he kisses your shoulder. 
“And yet…” you sigh, repeating the statement back. You both silently stand in the middle of the living area, Namjoon leaving kisses across your shoulder, and you staring out the window. You can see just enough of the city of Athens, it feels like a dream. 
“I’m gonna shower really quick, go keep Seokjin entertained, hmm?” Your boyfriend kisses your temple, humming when you agree. He gives your ass a light smack before he walks away, grabbing the bags and taking them to a room with a bathroom. 
You find your way to the kitchen where Seokjin is holding two bottles of wine in either hand, eyes flicking back and forth on each label. He looks up when you enter, eyes scanning next to you before he pouts. 
“Where's Joon?”
“Shower. Told me to entertain you.” You shrug, walking with a little skip over to him. He smirks as you hop up on the island counter, placing the bottles of wine on the main counter away from you. 
“And how do you plan on entertaining me, princess?” His tone teases and you shrug once again, kicking your feet out a little as you rest your palms on the counter’s edge. 
“I dunno. How would you like to be entertained?” You know where this is going, you haven’t seen or felt him in over two months. You miss him. So much. 
And he has clearly missed you just as much when he grabs your kicking feet, moving them to spread your legs so he can stand between them. One of his hands finds the back of your head, fingers curling in your hair, as he brings your lips to his. 
It’s slow and deep, but it quickly turns heated and desperate when his head turns to the side to gain better access. Your lips part and you let out a soft moan that he quickly swallows, tongues fighting against one another as he keeps his fingers tangled in your hair and the other hand gripping your hip tight. 
Your hands stay cradling his face, desperate to remember how he feels when kissing you so desperately. 
“God, princess, you have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”  
“Me too.” You pant between kisses. 
“How often I look at those photos you sent me or the videos Joon sent of you taking his cock so deep. It fucking killed me every time.”
“Jin.” You moan when his lips trail down to your clavicle. 
“I don’t need to see old buildings or art or any of that, I’d rather spend the next two weeks fucking you with Namjoon.” He curses against your skin, your dress’s straps falling off your shoulder. Your breasts are so close to spilling out, if not for a third voice causing you both to jump, you pulling the straps back up to cover yourself. 
“As much as I would like to have two weeks to fuck our baby stupid, I didn’t plan this trip for that.” Namjoon gives a mischievous smirk. You know he might not have planned for that. But he did plan something. You just don’t know what. 
“As long as I get to taste her at some point.” Seokjin says, smiling up at you as he speaks to your boyfriend. 
“You will, but for now she should shower the plane off of her and get ready for dinner.” 
You nod, sighing as you tap Seokjin’s arms to let go of you. He backs away, letting you hop down and toward your boyfriend who grabs your waist as you walk by, tugging you to stand in front of him. 
“Be a good girl, and you’ll get rewarded.” He whispers, kissing your forehead. You give him a playful glare, stepping to the side and walking past him, towards the bathroom he used.
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You shower quickly, changing into another summer dress, this one a mix of green and blue chiffon with beautiful off-shoulder straps that fall perfectly in place just below your shoulders. Even though it’s about five in the evening, it’s still ridiculously hot. You put barely any makeup on, fixing your hair up to stop yourself from sweating down your back. 
When you return to the kitchen, Namjoon is bothering Seokjin while he’s focused on pouring the three of you some wine, making sure it’s an equal amount for each of you. What takes you by surprise, however, is Namjoon’s chin resting on his friend’s shoulder, his arms wrapped around his middle like he does with you. 
Oh. 
Suddenly it makes sense. 
“There she is!” Seokjin’s voice pipes through the kitchen. Namjoon slowly backs away from Seokjin’s back, grabbing two glasses of wine and bringing one to you. 
“You look stunning, baby.” 
“Thank you. It’s too hot.” You pout, taking the wine and giving a small thanks. You join him and Seokjin back in the kitchen where he’s prepared a little plate of snacks to go with the wine. 
“That’s Greece. I don’t think it’s ever cold?” Namjoon shrugs, taking a sip of his wine. 
“I bet it’s like LA. Maybe cold like once or twice a year.” Seokjin pops a cracker into his mouth. You share a look with Namjoon, both of you snickering. 
“Oh, look at this fancy boy, saying LA like it’s so casual for him.” You tease, taking a big sip of the wine. 
“Ha ha ha. Keep being jealous.” He deadpans. 
“Me? Jealous? Of your exhausting life? Absolutely not, handsome. I like being in Seoul where I sleep and eat and the only traveling I do is to various museums and art galleries for work.”
“Ah, yes. Our little curator. That’s how you stole her from the world, right Namjoon?” 
“I didn’t steal her.”
“More like held me hostage.”
“In bed I assume?” 
“Of course. Then I think it became some sort of Stockholm Syndrome and I fell in love.”
“A true romance right there. Can I tell that story at the wedding?” 
“Please. I’ll write it all down for you.” 
“Thank you, princess. I’ll memorize it and give the best performance.”
“I know you will.”
“God, I forgot what it’s like when you two get together.” Namjoon groans, leaning over the counter to bury his head in his arms. You look over at Seokjin in feigned shock. 
“I feel like he’s being rude and offensive.”
“So rude. So offensive.” 
“Extremely.”
“I thought you loved us!” Seokjin exclaims dramatically, hand on chest and fake tears starting to build up. 
“I do!” He laughs almost manically, lifting his head up and running his fingers through his hair. “It’s like you’re twins or something, it’s so much.” 
You giggle, leaning across the counter to soothe your boyfriend. 
“We’ll tone it down a bit, babe. I’m sorry.”
“I’m not.” Seokjin shrugs, a smug look on his face. He exclaims when you lightly hit his shoulder, “What? He said he loves me! I’m over the fucking moon right now.” 
All three of you laugh, finishing up your wine and snack grazing. Seokjin orders a cab for the three of you to take to a fancy restaurant by the beach where there’s even more wine. Multiple bottles of it. 
You barely remember the dinner, only remembering that the wine kept coming and resulted in both men having their hands on you the entire night. Whether it was Namjoon’s hands on your waist while standing in a crowd, or Seokjin’s hand clutching yours tight while guiding you through the masses of people. 
The light touches on your arms at dinner or your thighs in the car, they both knew what they were doing to you and fully aware of the hold they had on you. 
At one point, you ended up in a square that had people performing live music and people dancing to it. Seokjin dragged you and Namjoon to the makeshift dance floor, making you dance with your back against his chest and Namjoon facing you. Your hips swayed perfectly against Seokjin’s, pressing just right against his cock while Namjoon’s was pressing against your lower stomach. 
Both men covered either side of your neck with kisses, really testing your ability to not moan in public. It took you mumbling something about going home for them to stop, quickly getting a ride back to the private villa. 
The moment you hit the mattress, Namjoon has you splayed out on the bed, your summer dress riding dangerously high up your legs. Seokjin stands at the edge of the bed, quietly taking his shirt and pants off. 
Namjoon, still fully clothed minus his shoes, crawls over your body, deeply kissing you while his hand roams your entire body. His lips trail down your neck to your shoulder where he stops for a moment. It’s when he lets out a heavy sigh that you feel a sense of panic. 
“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m too drunk.”
“What?”
“I can barely stay awake, baby.” He rolls off you, laying on his side while he hugs a pillow. 
“But…”
“Jinnie can take care of you. Right, hyung?” He barely opens his eyes to look at the older male, who looks just as confused as you do. “You just can’t fuck her though. Have her ride your thigh. That should do it.”
His eyes fall shut and you sit up, not sure what to do next. You look over to Seokjin, who’s looking at you for confirmation of what to do next, standing there in his underwear that’s straining his cock right now. 
“Should we go to your room?” You ask tentatively, moving to get up when he nods.
“No.” Namjoon’s voice returns from its slumber. “I wanna hear it. Do it here.”  
“Joonie, you’re tired.” You try to reason, but you know for a fact you’d rather do it here than without him there. 
“Here or not at all, baby.” His tired groan sounds serious, so you nod again, bending over to kiss his cheek, a small dimple appearing from his smile. 
“I love you, Joonie.”
“Love you too.” 
You turn back to Seokjin, a hand reaching out that he quickly takes, pulling you up to meet his standing position with your knees on the bed.  
“We don’t have to.” He murmurs, fingers delicately tangling with yours while his other hand finds your waist, bunching up the fabric there. 
You shake your head, leaning forward to softly meet his lips with yours. Kissing Seokjin is an experience every time. His plush pout’s ability to take over the kiss, and the moans he makes when you tug on his bottom lip with your teeth to try to regain control, makes you want to crumble into a pile of goo. 
“I need something, anything, Jinnie. Please?”
You rarely call Seokjin by the nickname Namjoon and Yoongi gave him years ago. You could probably count on one hand how many times you’ve said it. While it was a loving joke type of nickname from the guys, it always felt almost too intimate coming from you. So you have always stuck with Jin. 
Seokjin sighs, smiling at your adorable pouty expression. He whispers okay before leaning in to kiss you again, “what princess wants, princess gets.” 
Giant hands maneuver you so he can lay down. When you twist your body to straddle his lap while facing him, the big hands still your hips. 
“Ride my face.” 
Funny how three little words can make your entire body feel like it’s on fire.
You quickly look over to Namjoon who has his eyes closed, pillow tucked against his chest, but there’s a smile there that you know was in response to Seokjin’s order. 
You huff out, moving to crawl further up Seokjin’s body, but you’re stopped again when you’re just about over his face. 
“Turn around.”
“What?”
“If I can’t fuck you right now, I need your mouth to remind me what it can do.” 
You nod, afraid if you speak, it’ll be mushed up nonsense, and turn around, getting on your hands and knees facing away from Seokjin. His hands grab your upper thighs and tug you closer to his face, making you gasp and almost fall forward when you lose balance on your hands. 
“The dress has to go, y/n.” He gives your ass a light squeeze and you quickly rid the dress from your body. Jin lets out a low hum of approval at your matching bra and underwear; a deep crimson red and satin set.
“Every time…” he says under his breath, hooking his fingers into the side of your underwear and pulling it to your knees. You awkwardly lift one so he can move the underwear off it, not caring about the other leg. 
You palm Seokjin’s cock through his briefs, smiling softly at the sound he makes. 
You don’t hear his response, only gasping when he tugs your lower half down to meet those plush lips of his as he licks a long stripe through your folds, lips wrapping around your clit. 
“Fuck, Jin.” You whimper, head dropping to his hip as you slowly rut against his face. His hand smacks the side of your thigh, making you still. 
“Let me take care of you, princess.” He says, almost as a warning. 
You nod, forgetting he can’t see you, and lift your head up. With one of your shaking hands, you free his cock from the confines of his briefs, momentarily laughing when he tries to kick the fabric off his body. 
A harsh suck against your clit stops you from laughing. 
You pull yourself together again, wrapping your fingers around his impressive length. You fondly remember when you saw it for the first time last Christmas. You wanted so badly to touch it, hold it in your palm to feel how heavy it was. But there was a desperate need the first time you were with him. Now, nine months later, you had all the time in the world. 
Leaning down, you kiss the tip of his cock, enjoying the way it twitches at the contact followed by Seokjin’s light moan. You do it a few more times, on the tip, down the shaft, a kiss or two lands on his balls. Each kiss earns a twitch or a groan. Just as his tongue dives deep in your folds, you gather enough spit to trickle past your lips and onto his cock, using your hand to spread it around before slowly lowering your mouth down his now leaking member. 
You let his cock prod the back of your throat for a moment, thanking whatever gods that you barely have a gag reflex, and hum around him. Your nails dig into his thighs as he groans against your center, a hand smacking your ass. 
“Princess, what the fuck are you doing to me.”
His hips buck up, his cock somehow finding its way deeper down your throat. You cough, fighting the urge to pull off as his hips continue to buck up, your hands finding the bedding to brace yourself as he fucks your throat. You whine when two fingers ease past your folds, curling inside of you to press against your walls. 
It’s not long after that, that you’re crying, coming around his fingers and tongue and whining around his cock. Seconds later, he’s coming as well, bitter liquid shooting down your throat. 
You’re so lost in focusing on swallowing and not choking that you don’t hear the small breath of a laugh coming from your boyfriend. 
Seokjin, however, heard perfectly. 
“Ya, your girl’s a menace.”
You lift your throat off his cock, taking slow but short breaths as you look over at your boyfriend whose eyes travel from your lips down to his best friend’s soaked cock, some cum still coated around him. 
You glance down at the wet spot at his crotch. 
“Are you still too tired?” Your voice rasps. He nods, but your eyes stay locked on his crotch. 
Seokjin pats your ass, signaling for you to crawl off just enough that he can get off the bed. 
“I’m gonna shower and head to bed. Tomorrow we will explore Athens.” He gives you a kiss on the cheek before turning to the door and heading to his room. You smile, turning back to your boyfriend who has his eyes barely opened, watching you. Your eyes go back to the wet patch. 
“Let me take care of you, Joonie.”
“Baby…”
“Please?” 
“I’m fine, baby. Come to bed.” Sighing, you lay down next to him, your leg finding its way between his as you lean in just enough, connecting your lips to his. He moans deeply, tasting Seokjin on your tongue. Your suspicions are confirmed as you feel the bulge in his pants move underneath you. 
“You sure you don’t want me to take care of that?” You tease against his lips. Your hand sneaks between you both, but is quickly grabbed by Namjoon’s. 
“Yes, baby. I’m sure.” He smiles, eyes shut as he brings your hand up to his lips, kissing your fingers briefly. “Sleep.” 
You murmur defeat, getting off the bed to brush your teeth and change into a large shirt to sleep in. When you come back to bed, Namjoon is fast asleep on his back, his arm splayed out waiting for you. You pout, crawling into bed and curling up against his side. The moment your head rests on his shoulder, his arm moves on instinct to wrap around your back, thumb moving back and forth against your shoulder. 
It’s not until you’re at the edge of falling asleep that you realize this is the first time Namjoon let you be with Seokjin without claiming you after or being the one to make you come last.
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Athens is beautiful. You spent the first three days simply wandering around the ancient city, going from ruin to ruin and museum to museum.
This is how you met Namjoon. You were part of the opening of a new museum in Seoul and Yoongi dragged Namjoon as his plus one. You both immediately hit it off and have been in love ever since. 
Yoongi demanded to be one to marry you both, getting ordained on your one year anniversary just in case. 
Museums and art galleries quickly became your thing with Namjoon. While it was a part of your job to constantly be in museums and galleries, it’s your dream job for a reason. And what could be better than finding someone who loves your job as much as you do? 
Seokjin, however, never showed any particular interest in museums or art in general. Sure, he’d go and take pictures either of or in front of the art, post it to socials, and come up with some horrible dad joke. But he couldn’t stand the idea of spending hours walking around looking at things from years and years ago. 
But you have to give him brownie points, he persevered the few days in Athens, knowing there would be wine and delicious food at the end of it all. And potentially a blow job from you. 
Namjoon still refused you both from actual sex, making you and Seokjin pout or whine. Seokjin almost begged one night, much to Namjoon’s delight, but he still said no. 
After Athens, the three of you packed your bags and boarded a boat to head to the next stop in Greece. Seokjin was beyond excited, Namjoon had a smug smile the entire way over, and you were completely clueless. 
That is, until you stepped off the boat onto a wooden deck and it clicked immediately. 
“Is this…?”
“Where they filmed Mamma Mia? Yes. Yes it is.” Namjoon replies, helping Seokjin off the boat after you. 
“Ahhh, it’s even prettier in person!” Seokjin's voice squeaks, running to stand next to you, hand grabbing yours. 
You grin, trying to avoid screaming like you want to. Mamma Mia has and always will be one of your favorite films. It’s your comfort movie and you and Seokjin would watch it consistently when either of you had a shitty day. You’d always end up standing on the couch or coffee table dramatically singing along with the ABBA songs or quoting the movie and acting them out while it played in the background. 
Still holding Seokjin’s hand, you turn to your boyfriend, who’s making sure all the luggage is accounted for. 
“Oh, right. Sorry, Joonie.” You drag Seokjin back to Namjoon, both of you grabbing as much luggage as you can and following the other tourists off the dock. 
Again, Seokjin arranged for a private villa. This one, however is smaller, only has one bed as well as a couch, and no air conditioning. 
The first two days aren't a problem. The weather is cool, the clouds covering the sun a majority of the day, and an amazing ocean breeze to make you shiver every now and again. The three of you travel around the island, you and Seokjin giggling every time you find a spot from the movie and having Namjoon take a photo of the both of you mid-reenactment. 
During the third and last day on Skopelos, however, there was a heat wave. And it is miserable to put it nicely. 
So miserable, none of you want to move. Seokjin is groaning that Greece isn't going anywhere. And you are complaining that days like this are why Google Street View exists. Namjoon is huffy at you both, deciding to go for a run while you two lie around, complaining about the heat. 
It is on his run, however, when a perfect idea pops into his head as he sees some locals with frozen treats. 
When he comes in, he finds you lying on the tile floor, your flowy summer dress draped around your body and the floor, and Seokjin on the couch, one leg dangling off the edge and the other off the back of the couch. You both look ridiculous as Namjoon heads to the kitchen. 
“Jooooooonie, can you make the fan do more?”
It’s a silly question to ask, you know the answer. But you have hope. 
“Nope, baby. Sorry.” He answers, head in the freezer. “I have a better idea, though. Hyung, come here.” 
He groans, throwing himself off the couch dramatically and playfully stomping his way to Namjoon in the kitchen. He’s about to speak when the two exchange glances. Seokjin glances down at the bowl in his hand and grins, nodding quickly as if to agree to Namjoon’s silent question. 
“Princess.”
“Baby.”
They speak at the same time, causing you to tilt your head backwards, looking at the upside down men quizzically. 
“Hmm?”
How’s the tile down there?” Your boyfriend asks, hands behind his back. 
“It’s cooler than the bed.” You answer slowly as Seokjin sits behind you, Namjoon moving to sit in front of you.
“Wanna play a game?”
“You wouldn’t let me bring my switch, so we can’t unless there’s one here…”
“No. Princess. A game.” 
It takes a second to process, but when it finally clicks, Namjoon’s already starting to spread your legs, the dress’s fabric falling to your hips. 
“Joonie, it’s too hot…”
“Right. It is way too hot. Which is why I want to play a game.”
You question what he means, allowing Seokjin to lift your head and shoulders enough to tuck himself underneath you, letting your upper torso and your head to rest against chest
“I just wanna help you cool down, baby.” He smirks, bringing the bowl into view for you to see what he means. It’s a small but deep bowl full of ice cubes and pieces alike. 
Fuck. 
You’re not sure if you say it in your mind or out loud. Possibly out loud since both men grin wide, snickering as Namjoon spreads your legs further. You relax into Seokjin’s chest, his hands finding the bottom of your dress and shimmying it up your torso. You lift your ass off the ground ever so slightly so he can pull the dress further up until he fully removes it, tossing it to the side. 
“Gonna be a good girl for us, princess?” Seokjin smiles, leaning down to kiss your forehead. 
“What are the rules?” You ask softly, your hands finding Seokjin’s forearms resting on your shoulders. 
“The rules, baby, are simple.” Namjoon grins, picking up one of the ice cubes, holding it in his fist to help it melt down a bit. 
“Move, and we stop. Come before we say so, and we stop.”
“I don’t like those rules.” You pout, Namjoon rolls his eyes, ignoring you while Seokjin snickers. 
“There’s our princess being a brat.”
“Those are the rules, baby. Follow them and you get rewarded.”
“What’s the reward?”
Namjoon looks up to Seokjin, eyebrows raised at Seokjin’s questioning gaze. 
“It’s a surprise.” He finally answers, putting the ice cube back in the bowl and trailing his frozen cold hand up your body. You shiver, fighting the urge to pull away from the freezing hand. 
“I like to know what I’m winning.” You grumble through chattering teeth, your boyfriend's hand softly gliding up your waist to behind your back. 
“I know you do, baby. And I promise you, you’ll feel so fulfilled after.” He whispers, undoing the clasp on your bra. 
“Joon.” You whine, fingers digging into Seokjin’s arms after your bra gets removed. 
“Ready, baby?” 
You nod, hating his teasing tone. 
He grabs the ice cube again, it already melting in his palm as he hovers his hand above your chest. All three of you wait as the little drop of freezing water develops under his grip, slowly getting ready to drip down. 
You feel yourself breathing harder, chest rising faster as you watch the droplet. When it finally drops, it feels like a spike of ice landing
But before the drop can land on your skin, Namjoon’s pulling it away again.
“New rule. Close your eyes, baby.”
You whine again, body wiggling in anticipation. 
“Eyes, princess. Let us make you feel good.” Seokjin whispers against your temple. You nod, shutting your eyes tight and leaning further back into Seokjin’s embrace. 
Not even seconds later, you feel a drop of water drip on your chest between your breasts.
“Fuck!” You yelp, body lifting off the ground from the initial shock. 
“Already breaking the rules, baby. Stay still or we stop.” Namjoon’s deep voice teases as another few drops land across your chest. 
“Okay. Okay okay okay.” You nod, keeping your eyes shut as you grip onto Seokjin’s arms even more to stay still.
You have no idea where the ice is going to be next, your body tensing in preparation for another jolt of cold against your skin. It’s almost torture how long between drops Namjoon lets it be before you feel a full cube against the bottom curve of your breast. 
You let out a high pitched whine, forcing yourself to stay still as he glides the ice all around your breasts, to across your clavicle, down the sides of your waist and across your middle section. Your breathing returns to rapid breaths, shivering with goosebumps as well as just pure arousal. 
You can’t tell what’s turning you on more; the frozen water being softly dragged across your sensitive skin, or the melted water that remains in its path, dripping down your sides and making its way to your back. 
Opposite of the freezing ice, however, is how hot Seokjin’s skin feels behind you. It almost feels like the ice dripping behind you is evaporating the moment it makes contact with his skin. 
It’s too hot. 
But you want more. 
Need more. 
The last piece of ice melts directly over your belly button, your breath stuttering when Namjoon’s hand goes flat across your stomach, gliding up to between your breasts and around your throat. 
“Good girl. Ready for more?” 
You whimper out a yes, your legs subconsciously spreading further for him, like your body begging where to go next. 
“Remember. No movements, princess.” Seokjin teases, having noticed your legs. 
You huff out in complaint, but it quickly turns into a shaking gasp when there’s an ice cube tracing up your inner thigh. Namjoon skips over where you want it most, dragging the cube to your other thigh and back up to your lower stomach, dancing the cube along the waistline of your underwear. 
“Joonie, please.”
“Please what?” 
“I hate the teasing.” You pout petulantly, head twisting to the side to bury your face in Seokjin’s arm. You’re desperately trying to ignore the hardening bulge pressing up against your back.
“Mmmm, I’d say otherwise, baby. You’re soaking through.  I mean, hyung just look at how soak—”
A string of curse words leave your lips, unable to hear anything the men are teasing about, when Namjoon presses a cube directly over the wet patch of your underwear, fitting perfectly against your folds and your clit. 
“Ya! No biting!” Seokjin’s voice yells, prying your mouth away from his bicep. 
Namjoon pulls the ice away, giving your clothed center a light smack. Your hips jerk from the sensation, fighting back the urge to open your eyes. 
“‘M sorry, Jin.” You whimper, kissing where you think you bit. 
“I don’t know if I should forgive you, princess. That was a very bad thing to do.”
“No no, I’ll be good. Please.”
There’s silence. With the inability to see them, you can’t tell if they’re silently discussing whether to punish or reward you. 
“I feel like she’s been through enough, Joonie. Maybe we should just stop here.”
“She can take more.”
“I can. I can do it. Please.” 
“What’s the word, baby?”
“Wendigo.” You let out a breathless laugh, the two men snickering at the memory. 
Namjoon taps your hip, telling you to lift so he can remove your underwear, tossing it aside with your dress. You feel movement down between your legs before you feel a sudden warm breath, making your toes curl. 
“Remember, princess. No movement.” 
You nod vigorously, clutching onto Seokjin again when Namjoon’s warm tongue licks a full stroke up your folds, the tip teasingly dancing against your clit. 
He’s vicious with the way he teases you, breathing against your soaked center with his hot breath before bringing the melting cube to your clit when he can feel you’re close. Your constant moans and cries only encourage him further as he pops the cube into his mouth, settling it below his tongue, and dancing it at your entrance. The switch between warm tongue and ice cube is infuriating to say the least.
“You’re being such a good girl, princess. I think Joonie might reward you soon.” Seokjin’s deep voice against your ear sends a different kind of shiver down your spine. 
Namjoon’s mouth pulls away from your throbbing center, giving your inner thigh a light kiss. You take a deep breath, eyes still shut, as you wait for whatever pleasurable torture was next. 
But nothing happens. 
Nothing happens for what feels like eternity but, in reality, it’s only a minute or two before you feel your boyfriend’s body move away from you. The sounds of shuffling as well as Seokjin letting you go slack against his body.
“Do you trust me, baby?” Namjoon’s voice comes from where you think the kitchen is located. You nod, muttering out of course while leaning further into Seokjin’s chest. 
“Let’s move her to the couch, hyung. Baby, keep your eyes shut.” Seokjin does as he’s told, lifting you up carefully and bringing you to stand in front of the couch. It sounds like more ice is being put into the ceramic bowl. Your body shakes at the thought.
“Sit, hyung.” When you hear movement to the left of you, you can only assume Seokjin’s following orders. 
“Jagi…” Namjoon’s voice is suddenly right in front of you, a big cold hand softly caressing your waist. The temperature makes you jump, but you settle into it immediately.
“I think hyung was right, you deserve a reward. I’m gonna sit you down on hyung’s cock, and you’re gonna be good and take it all, right?”
You nod again, pouting slightly when he reminds you to keep your eyes closed as he leads you back. Your hands reach behind you, finding Seokjin’s immediately as he and Namjoon help you onto the couch. They sit you down on Seokjin’s lap, your legs spread and hooked on either side of his thighs. Seokjin lets go of one of your hands to wrap around his cock, giving himself a few pumps before his tip meets your entrance. 
“Ready, princess?” 
“Please.” You beg, head falling back when he presses the tip past your folds, slowly easing himself inside of you. 
“Good job, baby. Keep taking his cock, take every inch.” Namjoon’s praises sound like they’re coming from below you, but you’re not sure, unable to focus as you try to relax around Seokjin’s massive length. 
Once you give the okay to Seokjin, he sinks down on the couch a bit more, bringing you back to plant your feet on the cushion so his hips are free to move at the pace he knows drives you crazy. 
You cry out, it’s been months since you’ve had him inside you and it feels so fucking good, you could write poems and songs about how good his cock feels filling and stretching you out with every thrust. 
“Fuck, please. Please let me come. Feels too good. Plea— oh, fuck.” Your body jolts at the sudden feeling of ice against the junction where your pelvis meets your thigh. Seokjin’s hands quickly steady you, massive hands holding your waist still while he continues to fuck you. 
The moans you make are pornographic as the ice cube slides around your skin, gliding and dancing around your pulsing clit that when he finally brings it there, you let out a sharp gasp. You bite your bottom lip, trying to fight the curses you want to scream at the top of your lungs. 
Namjoon quickly removes the cube from against your sensitive bundle of nerves, questioning Seokjin for permission to something you can’t hear because you’re too focused on Seokjin’s cock hitting exactly where it needs to. 
When you hear Seokjin whine, saying yes, he slows down his thrusts, hands bringing your waist down to sit on his lap with his cock fully inside of your clenching walls. 
You resist asking them what they’re doing, knowing it’s pointless. You lean your head against Seokjin’s shoulder, facing his neck as your lips find skin. 
You’re about to press soft kisses against the skin when a sharp bolt of ice courses through your body. 
Your eyes snap open, looking down at where you and Seokjin are connected and you nearly come just from the sight of Namjoon’s tongue shoving a small mostly melted ice cube past your entrance and against the bulging vein around Seokjin’s cock. 
Your boyfriend’s tongue is on your best friend’s dick. 
Okay, maybe it’s not on his dick, but it’s close enough to just graze over that counts. 
The fingers holding onto your waist dig deep into your skin as Seokjin groans at the feeling of the ice cube being kept inside of you by his dick. 
You whine, head leaning back again and shutting your eyes once more as you feel the cube, melting fast, make its way inside of you, being eased deeper by the head of Seokjin’s cock. 
“How’s it feel, baby?” Your boyfriend’s voice rumbles against your skin as he sits up on his knees, large hands on your thighs, watching the way you take Seokjin’s cock. 
“So fucking good.” You whimper. 
“Fucking heaven.” Seokjin whines behind you, hips beginning to lose their rhythm, teeth grazing your neck. “I won’t last long, fuck it’s so impossible to last long with you, y/n.”
You let out a soft laugh, a moan mixing through it, as you reach behind you, tugging Seokjin’s hair to pull his face back to yours, trapping him in a kiss. 
“Come for me, Jin. Fill me up. Please.” You repeat your request against his lips until you’re wincing from his teeth catching your bottom lip and one last thrust. The sensation of his cum filling you up makes you both moan. 
Namjoon’s hands help you lift yourself just enough that Seokjin’s cock slips out, but he quickly stands, leaning over you both on the couch, and slides himself past your entrance, stuffing his hyung’s cum back inside. 
“Joon!” You cry out, hands flying away from Seokjin and grasping Namjoon’s forearms. 
“Take his cock, princess. Gotta keep all my cum in there.” Seokjin’s strained voice comes from behind you. One hand barely helps to hold you up as the other sneaks away and you hear that damn ceramic bowl with ice being moved around. 
“Don’t you dare.” You mumble, immediately feeling Seokjin laugh under you.
“I thought you could take it, y/n?” Seokjin teases, grasping an ice cube and tracing it along your waist. You gasp, trying to move your body away from the sensation, but Namjoon tugs you back on top of the older man as he starts thrusting. 
Seokjin’s fingers trail the cube up your waist, alongside your ribs, just below your breasts, before finally bringing it to one of your nipples. Your back attempts to arch, but Seokjin’s other hand forces you back down from your stomach until you’re fully lying on him, no longer hovering.
It’s a chaotic mix of teasing, pleasure, and pain as Namjoon’s thumb starts circling your clit as he pounds into you at the same time as Seokjin’s ice trails along your skin. You barely give a warning before you’re crying out over your orgasm, body shaking and trying to grab onto anything you can. 
It’s only seconds later you feel Namjoon’s cock twitch inside of you, making you feel more full than before.
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You wake up to the sounds of Seokjin snoring behind you. Eyes opening wide in panic when he lets out a rather loud one that almost sounds like he’s choking. You try to turn over to check on him, but you’re being held down by one of his arms. 
When your eyes open, you’re met with Namjoon’s closed ones, silently sleeping. He’s hugging his pillow tight, somehow unaware of the loud snores behind you. 
Or so you think. 
You try moving again, freezing instantly when Namjoon’s eyes open, a soft smile forming. 
“Hey, beautiful.” He whispers softly, his voice gravelly from the slumber. 
“Hi?”
“How you feeling?” His question confuses you. 
You feel fine. But you last remember Namjoon coming inside of you and that’s it. 
“Good? I don’t…remember what happened.” You try shuffling close to your boyfriend, but Seokjin’s hold on you is tight. Namjoon lets out a soft giggle, scooting closer to you instead. 
“You kinda passed out…?” His eyebrows raise a little, smile starting to form into a small laugh, “not like anything bad. But, after I came, you were a little loopy? It was amusing. We took care of you though. Cleaned you up and everything.”
“Hmm. I genuinely don’t remember, but thank you, baby.” 
“Where’s my thank you.” The voice behind you grumbles against your skin. You and Namjoon laugh as you twist your face into the pillow, muffling yourself. 
“Thank you, Jinnie” your voice drowns in the pillow. 
“Namjoon should thank me too. I was super helpful.”
You laugh into the pillow. 
“I take thank yous in kisses, please and thank you.” He snickers. You shake your head, twisting your body to face him now. 
“Shut up, hyung.” Namjoon sighs, his hand rubbing up against your waist.
Seokjin’s so pretty when he wakes up. His face is a little extra puffy, but it’s so cute. You love it. 
“I’ll get my kiss from him one day.” He pouts. 
“One day. I believe in it.” You grin, leaning in to give him an obnoxious kiss, pulling away with a loud mwah sound. 
The three of you laze around the rest of the day, only going out to get dinner before returning to sleep. 
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The next day, the three of you make the trip to the final destination: Mykonos. 
It’s an island you had discussed early on in the relationship. Your typical Greece imagery of gorgeous waters, all white buildings and blue trim, beautiful beaches all around. Everything about it was perfect in the images you looked at. But it’s nothing compared to seeing it in person. 
You guys have the last four days here to just relax and enjoy the beaches. 
The day before Namjoon’s birthday, the three of you all separate to do different things. You stay inside, having some work stuff come up that you can't avoid. Seokjin decides to lounge on the deck of the villa you are staying in. It has stairs leading down straight onto the beach. There is a running path just off to the side and Namjoon decides to go see how much of the island he can cover (not much, but he does try).
When you finally finish up with work (you’re going to fight with Taehyung when you get back for directing the issue he could’ve easily fixed to you, knowing full well you are on vacation), you change into a bathing suit, throwing an oversized shirt (whether it’s Namjoon’s or Seokjin’s, you’ll never know) on over it and walk out onto the deck. 
You’ll never get over Seokjin without a shirt. 
He’s leaning over the balcony, in only shorts as his broad shoulders are on full display. The dimples in his back as well as the way his shoulder blades move when he shifts in place is enough to send shivers down your spine. 
You lean against the railing while standing next to him, staying quiet while he’s on the phone, having some sort of back and forth with who you assume is his manager. You’re quickly distracted by the beautiful blue waves rolling in to notice Seokjin repositioning to stand behind you, resting his chin on your head while he continues his phone call. 
“Yeah. I should be back in a few days and then I was hoping to stay in Seoul a few days before New York…but I guess that’s not happening?” 
You pout when he sighs, saying he understands and hanging up. The phone is tucked away in his back pocket while his arms snake around your waist. 
“Already have to go back to work?” 
He nods, moving down to rest his chin on your shoulder. 
“Unfortunately. They actually wanted me to come back tonight but I told him to fuck off.”
“No you didn’t.”
“No, I didn’t. But I did politely say no and made a compromise to come back asap.” 
“You’re too nice to them.” You pout, watching a couple playing in the ocean waves, “They overwork you. I miss you. Namjoon misses you.”
“I miss you too, princess. I miss you and Joon every time I’m away.” 
“Wanna stay here forever.” It’s a soft mumble, but you know he hears it when he hums in agreement, turning his head to kiss your cheek. You turn your face to him, letting your lips meet in a slow, deep, kiss. 
Again, there’s nothing quite like kissing Seokjin. Namjoon is the love of your life and always will be, but there’s just something about Seokjin’s lips that you crave constantly. Something about the way he holds you both delicately and possessively. Or the way he looks at you after a kiss, like he’s just as lost in it as you are. Like he’s trying to figure out the answer to the question you’ve been asking since that weekend in the Swiss mountains. 
He uses his tongue to tease your lips apart, making you gasp through a moan as he turns you around to face him, hands gripping your waist. 
“Jinnie” you whine, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. His lips trail down your jaw to that special spot between your neck and shoulder. 
“I’m sorry, y/n. We shouldn’t unless Namjoon’s around. But,” he leaves a small love bite on your shoulder, “you just have this effect on me. I can’t help it.”
You nod, moaning when you tug on his hair, making him suck harder on your skin. You’re going to be covered in bruises and hickies when you get home. You don’t care. 
“What’d I miss?” Namjoon’s voice breaks you two apart, but only barely. Seokjin’s lips place soft kisses on your cheek and forehead while you look at the man you love. 
“Jin told his manager to fuck off and wait until his vacation is over.”
“No he didn’t.”
“See?” You look at Seokjin, a playful smile and raised eyebrow, “you’re too nice.”
“I have to be. Or it ruins my reputation and makes me look like I’m difficult to work with.”
“But you are difficult to work with.”
“I take it back. I don’t miss you. I only miss Namjoon.” He jokingly shoves you away, stepping to move behind Namjoon, getting on his tiptoes to put his chin on the younger’s shoulder. “You’re too tall.” He grumbles, wrapping his arms around Namjoon’s middle. 
Namjoon smirks, hands holding onto Seokjin’s forearms to keep him there. 
“Well, I still think you’re too nice. You guys have fun. I’m going to get in the water.” You laugh, heading down the steps to the beach. You hear snickers, turning back briefly to see Namjoon turning in Seokjin’s arms to face him. 
You look back towards the beach, allowing them privacy even though that word barely exists with you three. 
The water is perfect. It’s not cold like the Pacific Ocean, not weirdly warm like the Atlantic. It’s a perfect balance. 
You let your feet sink into the sand, the gentle waves slowly bringing you closer to the ocean as the sand keeps you still. 
You love it here. 
You love your job, love your life, love your friends, family, and your boyfriend. 
But here? With not only your boyfriend but the man you crushed on for years that you now have the privilege to be with along with your boyfriend? For two whole weeks? 
That’s heaven.
It’s felt right these two weeks with them. Any time it’s been just you and Namjoon, it’s been perfect as usual, but it always feels like something is missing. 
Or rather someone.
You’re not sure how long you’re out here, staring at the horizon. The sand is halfway up your calves and the waves are hitting your upper thighs by the time two large arms wrap around your middle, body draping over your back as lips find refuge on your neck. 
You smile, sighing as you relax in his hold, tilting your head to the opposite side so he has better access. 
“Where’s my Jagi right now?” Namjoon’s voice barely breaks above the waves, only enough because it’s right by your ear. 
“Thinking.” 
“About?” His nose nudges under your ear. 
“Us.” You pause when you feel him tense, “us and Jin.”
“What about us and Jin?” His body relaxes, but barely. You use his hold on you as support as you pull your feet from the sand, both of you stepping a little further from the ocean when you turn to face him. 
“What is this to you, Joon?” Your arms snake around his neck, fingers dancing through his hair there. “Or rather, what is Jin? I know last year he was my present or whatever, but…that was nine months ago. And after all the texts with photos and videos and the times we’ve been with him…I don’t know. I need some sort of understanding before this gets too much.”
Namjoon’s eyes stay steady on you the entire time, the hands sitting on your waist, holding you gently, yet firm enough to keep you still. His thumbs rubbing circles through the shirt. 
“Too much, how?” Is all he asks. 
“I…I don’t know. Too much like he’s part of this? Too much like my crush from before you comes back and causes issues?”
“How would that cause issues, Jagi?”
“I don’t want to choose…”
“Baby,” Namjoon smirks, leaning in to kiss your forehead, “there is nothing to choose. I’m yours forever and if you want him, too…as long as he wants you back…I’m pretty sure I’ve done nothing but show you I’m very okay with sharing you.”
“That’s nice and all and I love you for that,” you pull away from him just slightly, forcing him to look at you again, “but what about you? What is this to you? It can’t just be me with two boyfriends. I mean, it can. But…what about you and Jin?”
And that’s where his confidence falters, for just a moment, you see it in his eyes and the way his lips twitch. 
He comes up with nothing when his mouth opens to speak, face contorting almost into confusion. 
“Joon? You okay?”
“Yeah…I just…” you let him pause, finding the right words as his eyes flit behind you to the crashing waves. It’s hard to bite back the smile when you try to soothe whatever worries he seems to have by massaging his nape. His eyes close momentarily before opening again, landing on your own. 
“I don’t know yet. But…I think there’s something…between him and I, I mean.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he nods slowly, eyes back on the ocean, “I just don’t know what exactly it is. If it’s just because of you or if it’s something else entirely? It’s confusing.”
“It’s okay, Joon. You don’t need to figure anything out right this second, but we should all sit down and figure this out at some point…maybe not tomorrow, though.”
“Why not tomorrow?” His head tilts to the side, looking back at you. 
“Your birthday? The whole reason we went on this trip?”
It takes two seconds of silence before he starts fully laughing, having to back away from you to bend over.
“I’ll be one hundred percent honest, I totally forgot.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“I was just treating it like a vacation with my best friend and my girlfriend.”
“Oh my god, Kim Namjoon. You’re an actual goober!” You playfully smack his shoulder, laughing with him. He takes the perfect opportunity to launch himself at you, bending slightly to pick you up by your thighs. You both laugh as your legs wrap around his waist, arms around his shoulders again. 
It’s a playful series of events, he threatens to lean forward, dumping you into the waves, you returning the threat with your own of no skin contact for a month, and just all around cuteness between you both that you’d be lying if you said wasn’t one of your favorite things about him. He’s so serious at work, so serious in most social situations. Except for with you, where he can be himself; laughing, dancing badly, making really terrible dad jokes, and just being your Namjoon. 
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That night, the three of you are all dressed up for dinner reservations Seokjin made at the five star restaurant at the resort you’re staying at. 
Both men go for formal casual; slacks, a tucked in button up shirt, leaving the first three buttons undone for an added we’re on vacation and gorgeous models look that Seokjin will not shut up about. 
You dress up in a little black mini dress. It isn't too short to be informal, but just short enough that Namjoon’s hands stay on your thigh during dinner and Seokjin playfully grabs at your ass when you are waiting to be seated. 
Seokjin has the staff come sing happy birthday to Namjoon, the man’s face turning the deepest shades of embarrassment until the staff leave. 
Two bottles of expensive wine and a delicious meal later, the three of you are walking lazily down the pathway back to the villa. Seokjin directly behind you, his hands wandering your body as he kept you against his chest.
Mumbles of your nickname are pressed against your neck as he kisses and licks the skin there, not caring about where you are walking. 
With your head tilted to give him more access, your hazy eyes find your boyfriend a few feet away, holding onto the jacket you thought you might need, as well as your purse and heels you ditched at one point. He’s smiling his I’m tipsy grin, dimples peeking through as he watches his best friend cling to you. 
When you step past the front door of the villa, your body is quickly turned, back pressed up against the wall as Seokjin lifts your legs around his waist to bruise your neck some more. 
Your moans are cut off by your boyfriend’s words. 
“Hyung.” Seokjin quickly removes his lips from your skin. Head turning to look at his friend. “Bed.” Is all he says, tossing your stuff on the couch on the way to the bedroom. Seokjin smirks, tightening his hold on you as he pulls off the wall and heading to the bedroom with you in his arms. 
Namjoon is already standing by the foot of the bed, shirt pulled out of the waistband of the slacks that are unbuttoned, but still sitting on his hips. There’s a very prominent bulge peeking through the pants and it’s amazing how nervous it still makes you after all these years. 
There’s a silent exchange between the two men as Seokjin lays you down on the bed, letting you scoot back towards the headboard as he crawls over you. His mouth is on your neck again, wet lips marking anywhere he can. 
A free hand feels its way down your body, long fingers heading straight to your clothed center. He pushes a finger against your entrance, the fabric gathering up the arousal. 
You both let out a curse, your hips rolling up to meet his hand, trying so hard to get his finger to fully enter you. But it doesn’t, he teases you repeatedly, gathering more slick against your underwear until your boyfriend’s voice off to the side tells him to stop.
It’s almost like deja vu the way Seokjin pulls your underwear off, and hands it directly to Namjoon, who’s sitting in a chair next to the bed, cock already in his hand.
Your eyes stay on the way the underwear slides against his erection, the amount of arousal on the fabric mixing with his own. 
But his eyes? His eyes are on Seokjin. The way his fingers dig into your flesh as they roam your body. 
No. Not again. 
“Jin, off.” You whisper it, having to repeat it a little louder when he ignores you in favor of kissing your jaw. 
“You okay?” His whisper is panicked, hands leaving your skin to hold himself above you by placing them on either side of you on the bed. 
“Yeah,” you nod quickly, “just…the birthday boy.” Your eyes find Seokjin’s and you don’t know when it happened, but somehow you two developed a similar mind. He nods, kissing your nose and rolling off you to sit at the head of the bed, lightly palming himself. 
You grin, crawling off the bed, making sure Seokjin has a perfect view of your soaked center sans underwear. 
“Joonie, join us.” You stand in front of him at his chair, light fingers taking the underwear away from his cock. 
“I’m okay here, baby. Get back to hyung.”
You shake your head, and he doesn’t hesitate to help you when you straddle his lap, his cock teasing your clit as you settle down. 
“Come.”
“That’s my line.” 
You roll your eyes at his beautiful dimples, leaning down to kiss each one. 
“It’s your birthday, Joonie. Let us take care of you.” 
“It’s not my birthday yet.”
“As of seven minutes ago, it is officially your birthday, Kim Namjoon.” Seokjin’s voice comes from the bed, phone in hand with a shit eating grin on his face. You grin as well, looking back at your boyfriend. 
“See? It’s your day, baby.” You coo, brushing his hair back. “What would you like for your birthday?” 
“What are you doing?” He questions, eyes trying to decipher your smile. 
“I just want my Joonie to be happy and properly taken care of.” 
“Yeah?” 
“Yeah. Now, be good and get on the bed.”
“Oh, you’re telling me what to do now?”
You hum, nodding as you stand up between his legs, holding your hands out for him, palms up. He gives you a look before looking over at Seokjin and smiles nervously, taking your hands and standing with you. 
You back up to the bed, pulling him with you with a smile. You only let go to tug the slacks and briefs off the rest of the way.  
“Sit next to Jin.” You quietly command, letting him move past you to get on the bed, sitting next to Seokjin, who at some point pulled all his clothes off except his underwear. 
Still in your dress, you crawl back onto the bed, a smirk forming when it appears Namjoon knows exactly what you’re doing and spreads his legs just slightly. Just enough to let you get comfortable on your stomach and your arms resting on his thighs. 
“Happy birthday, Joonie.” You grin, taking his cock in your hand and giving it a single pump, standing it up in front of you. Your lips sneak small kisses up and down his length, longer ones on his tip, before slowly easing his entire length down your throat. Holding him there in your mouth, a free hand cradles his balls in your palm, giving them a gentle massage that makes him groan, hands clutching your hair. 
“God, she’s too good at that.” Seokjin murmurs, your lips wrapped around Namjoon’s tip, tongue teasing at the slit that’s already oozing with precum. 
“I bet you’d do just— ah, fuck,” Namjoon’s head falls back, hitting the headboard as you take him down in one go without warning. “You’d do just fine, hyung.”
“Oh, I know I would. I’d do more than fine.” Seokjin’s quick to quip and you can’t help but smile internally, lifting your mouth off and away from your boyfriend’s cock. 
“Prove it.”
Both men stare at you, one turning a deep shade, the other almost laughing if not for the shock of the call out. 
“That’s not…” Seokjin stutters, still trying not to smile. 
“Not what? Joonie loves his cock sucked. You have amazing lips and your mouth is big enough, I’m sure you could take him all.”
“Baby.” Namjoon warns but you ignore the tone, looking at him with pleading eyes. 
“Jin needs to prove himself, Joon. Is it okay if he helps me with your cock?”
Namjoon’s eyes stay locked on yours. You can’t tell if he’s angry or nervous, but it’s enough to make you feel like submitting to whatever he wants, but also rebel against everything and anything he says. 
Not to mention, the shooting jolt of arousal you get from just that gaze is enough. 
It’s Seokjin’s voice that breaks through the staring contest. 
“I’ll be good, Joon. I promise.”
Namjoon’s eyes tear away from yours to Seokjin’s so fast, you think his neck would’ve snapped. 
You keep watching your boyfriend for any sort of negative reaction. 
But his eyes dance from eye to eye to lips, back to his eyes and next thing you know, Namjoon is nodding, sliding further down the bed to give you both access. 
You share a look with Seokjin, both ending in a grin as you take place on the bed between Namjoon’s legs. Your boyfriend is muttering something quietly to himself, his arm thrown over his face. 
You give Seokjin’s cheek a kiss, a hand pressing soothing circles into Namjoon’s thigh. Seokjin reaches out for Namjoon’s cock, almost mimicking your actions from moments ago. You watch in awe as his lips prove to be perfect for this activity, his mouth wide enough to take Namjoon down without a problem. 
“Fuck, so fucking good.” Namjoon mutters, biting his forearm. You can’t fight the smirk when you and Seokjin dive in at the same time, licking and kissing along his shaft and tip, both taking turns with his balls. 
Namjoon is going insane, fighting the urges to either force both of you closer to his cock until he’s coming across both of your faces, or to fill Seokjin’s mouth with himself until Seokjin’s crying and coming down his throat. He so desperately wants to regain control, but if this is what happens when he doesn’t have control?
Fuck that. No better time to give it all up than right now. 
“Fuck, okay you have to stop or I’m going to explode.”
You look away from Seokjin’s swollen lips around Namjoon’s tip to look back at your boyfriend, who has his eyes on the ceiling, afraid to look down at the two of you for it might make him come. 
“That’s not how you ask.” 
“Baby.” There’s that warning tone again. 
“Joonie.” You mock the tone, Seokjin pulls off, giving his tip one last lick. 
“Tell him, princess.”
You grin, wrapping your hand around Namjoon’s shaft, pumping hellishly slow. 
“Come on, Joonie. Be good for us. Ask correctly.”
It takes a few more pumps, Seokjin next to you, kissing your shoulder, before Namjoon lets out a deep whine, voice cracking when he finally speaks. 
“Please stop. I need you to stop before I come. Please, baby.”
“I like that word coming from those lips,” Seokjin giggles, “no offense, princess. It’s just hotter.”
“None taken. I agree a hundred percent.” 
“You two are the worst.” Namjoon’s muffled words send you both into a giggle fit, giving one another a small high five. 
“It’s what we strive to be, Joon.” Seokjin nods in agreement, arms wrapping around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder.
“Now, since you clearly need a minute, how about I take care of the princess for a moment?” Seokjin’s lips trail up your neck to your jaw and finally seal your lips with his. He tastes like Namjoon, and you’d be lying if you said that didn’t make you want to come right then and there.
Namjoon nods, muttering approval before you’re yoinked away from your boyfriend, giggling when you’re pulled on top of Seokjin. It’s a fumble getting his briefs off as well as your dress, but you manage to do it, out of breath from laughing too much at the end. 
You sit up, your mind in a blissful happiness you can’t describe at the sight of both men on the bed. 
“I’m too lucky.” You whisper, using one hand to steady yourself over Seokjin’s hips, the other wrapping around his cock, giving it a few pumps to coat it with his own precum. His hands find your hips, holding tightly as you align him with your center, sinking down until he’s fully inside. 
“Shit,” you curse, loving the stretch while you slowly lift your hips, circling them at the same time. 
“Come on, princess. Show me what you can do.” Seokjin coos, giving your ass a light spank to encourage you to move. You scoff, grabbing the hand on your ass to hold it there as you pick up the pace, bouncing on him. 
Seokjin’s cock is perfection, honestly. Or as close to it as one can get. Namjoon’s is too. But goddamn Kim Seokjin’s dick can make you see stars. 
Neither of you notice Namjoon getting on his knees to crawl to you, grabbing your face and kissing you like he’s never kissed you before. 
It’s hunger, lust, love, vulnerability, and just everything kissing should be with the one you love. 
You melt into him, your pace slowing again on Seokjin’s hips, your hands reaching to hold your boyfriend’s face. 
It’s not enough. 
“Joonie,” you breathe against his lips, your hips stilling, “I need you.”
“Wait until hyung’s done, baby.”
You shake your head almost too fast, pushing him back a bit. You gesture to Seokjin to fully lay down, laying across his torso, lifting your ass up as if you’re presenting yourself to him. 
“Both, Joonie. Want you both.” You moan against Seokjin’s collarbone, your hips rolling against his own, keeping his cock inside you. 
There’s a breath of a curse and your princess nickname under you, his hands holding your waist as you still. 
“Jagi,” Namjoon chokes in his next breath, eyes focused on your stretched cunt swallowing Seokjin whole, “are you sure?”
“Yes. I need it, baby. Wanna feel you both.”
“You’re not nearly stretched enough.”
“I’m fine. Please.” 
“If she says she’s fine, she’s fine, Joon. Please hurry up.” Seokjin tries to joke, but his jest is cut off by a groan when you lift your hips and slam them back down for some kind of friction. “Princess, behave. I’m trying to help you.”
“Both.” You whimper desperately. “Need you both.”
“Listen to her, Joonie,” Seokjin teases, spreading his legs some, “she needs us. You gave control. Do as she says.” 
“I did not give her control.”
“Joonie.” You cry with another roll of your hips. 
“Shit, Jagi. Okay.” His voice is rushed as he gets in his knees between Seokjin’s legs. 
“He’s so whipped for you, princess.”
You giggle softly into Seokjin’s neck. The three of you have to maneuver around just a little for the right angle, but you finally feel the tip of your boyfriend’s cock along your inner thigh.
You clench at the sensation, quietly apologizing to Seokjin when he gasps. 
“Relax, princess. You have to relax if you want us both.”
“I do. I do, I do.  Want you both.” 
“Kiss me.” Those two words have your head spinning as you lift it to melt your lips to his. 
In the back of your mind, you know what he’s doing. He’s distracting you, giving you something else to focus on and relax. And goddamn does it work. You get so lost in the feeling of his lips, the way his tongue dances with yours, and matching your breathing to his, that you barely notice Namjoon pressing inside of you, cock sliding against Seokjin’s. Not until Seokjin lets out a guttural groan at the pressure. 
Then you feel it.
How full you feel. 
Both men inside you. 
How it should be. 
No choices. No turns. Just together. The three of you. 
The stretch is intense. Borderline painful. But you’re so aroused from just the fact that both the men you love so much are inside you at the same time, that the pain lessens quickly. 
“You okay, Y/N?” Namjoon’s voice echoes against your ear. 
You try to hold yourself up to lean into him, but feel your arms giving out. As if he knows what is happening, because of course he knows, an arm snakes its way around your middle, holding you up against him, allowing you to focus on the feeling of them. 
“Full.” You mutter, hand reaching behind you to run your fingers through Namjoon’s hair. “So full. ‘Sokay though, you can move.” 
His lips press against your ear, then your neck, ending on your shoulder as he gives Seokjin a look before they both nod, alternating their thrusts. Every time Namjoon pulls back, Seokjin pushes further in and vice versa. 
It feels too fucking good. But you can’t do it yet. You can’t come yet. You need the feeling to last longer. You try to prolong the feeling, rolling your hips to meet with Namjoon’s thrust, clenching around him as you do so. 
You shouldn’t have done that. 
Instead of prolonging it, it just forces your orgasm. Your sensitive clit rubs just the right way against Seokjin’s pelvis, making you cry out in complete euphoria. 
“Oh, fuck!” Namjoon’s voice cracks behind you, hips stuttering before pressing flush against you. 
You can feel his cum pooling inside of you, spreading around with your own arousal as Seokjin’s thrusts continue, encouraging Namjoon to keep coming until they both have to pull out from you and Namjoon becoming oversensitive. 
Namjoon falls back from his sitting position on his knees to on his ass, hands holding him up behind him. You roll off Seokjin, eyes shut as you breathe heavily. Your body can’t decide between closing your legs to keep Namjoon’s cum inside and keeping your legs open because of the soreness and sensitivity. 
It takes a few seconds before you hear a body shuffling on the bed and a gasp from beside you. 
“What are you doing?!” Seokjin whisper-shouts. Your eyes fly open as you turn to look at the gorgeous sight beside you. 
Seokjin is still lying down, legs spread. But he’s looking down between them where Namjoon has settled on his stomach, hand cautiously wrapped around Seokjin’s still hardened erection. 
“You haven't come yet.” Namjoon states. 
“So, what? You’re gonna jerk me?”
“No? I was gonna try…sucking.”
You and Seokjin both snicker at the same time, much to Namjoon’s annoyance. 
“Oh. I can’t decide if that was adorable or fucking hot.” Seokjin cackles, a hand holding Namjoon’s face gently. Namjoon tries swatting the hand away, losing very quickly when you’re suddenly laying on your stomach as well, but near Seokjin’s side. 
“It was both. One hundred percent, it was both.” You kiss the cheek not being cradled. “Want some help?”
It’s the way he nods so nervously that makes your heart burst. You grin, settling in closer. 
“Well, you’ve seen me do it a million times. Use the lips, avoid teeth, the balls are fun, always kiss the tip, know your limits.” You give the instruction fairly easily, trying not to giggle at his anxiousness. “You’ll be okay, Joonie. And if you don’t like it, you can stop at any time.” 
“I’d rather he didn’t, though.” 
“Jin.” You warn, glaring at the handsome idiot. 
“Don’t Jin me! You both came already! I’m dying here!”
Namjoon snorts, not hesitating or giving any warning when he leans forward to kiss Seokjin’s tip. 
“Oh— fuck.” Seokjin’s hand leaves Namjoon’s face, hitting the mattress by his thigh, and taking a deep breath when Namjoon slowly wraps his lips around the head, tongue dancing along the slit. 
You watch in awe, giving words of encouragement as Namjoon lowers his mouth further down Seokjin’s cock, trying his best to take as much as he can. His hand cradles his balls, massaging them gently, but giving a small tug every now and again. 
“You’re doing so good, Joonie.” You praise over and over, running your hand through his hair, “make him come, baby. Make him lose control the way you do to me.” 
Namjoon finally hits his gag reflex, coughing slightly around Seokjin. His eyes lift to find Seokjin’s head leaning back, hand hitting the mattress again, fingers digging into the blanket. 
“Careful.” Your eyes widen slightly, resisting the urge to pull him off. If Namjoon wants to stop, he’ll stop. 
Also the sight and sounds are way too erotic to want to stop him. 
Seokjin’s head snaps forward at the feeling of Namjoon’s free hand pulling the hand tangled in the sheets, placing the hand in his hair. 
Their eyes meet. 
Seokjin smiles, his fingers tangling in Namjoon’s hair as the younger’s head lifts to wrap around the tip, tongue teasing it. 
“Goddamn, Joonie, that’s fucking perfect.” Seokjin lets out a light laugh, almost in disbelief at what’s happening. His hand slowly presses his head down, making Namjoon take more of him until it hits the back of his throat again. 
You honestly don’t know what to do yourself. Do you touch them? Join in? Say something? Encourage them to continue? Honestly, you’d rather just sit back and enjoy the visual of your boyfriend and best friend enjoying one another.
You do, however, find yourself rolling your hips against a blanket, soaked center making it perfect for your clit to glide along as you watch. 
And of course, Namjoon knows what you’re doing, even with his best friend’s dick down his throat. The free hand that had Seokjin’s trades with the one cradling his balls, quickly pulling the blanket away from you. You whine in protest, but his hand quickly finds its way between your legs, long fingers collecting up arousal and cum to spread around your clit. 
Your hips buck up closer to his hand, whimpering when a finger finds its way past your entrance, pumping you in perfect timing with the way he bobs his head. 
You know exactly what the fuck he’s doing. 
It takes barely a few minutes of the synchronized bobbing and pumping until Seokjin is almost in tears, moaning loudly as he comes down Namjoon’s throat at the same time your hips lose any and all sense of rhythm, coming around Namjoon’s fingers as you hug Seokjin’s thigh.  
Your come down is broken through when you hear Seokjin mutter come here and both hands grab at Namjoon, pulling him up his body to kiss him. 
To actually kiss him. 
Seokjin kissing Namjoon. 
After Seokjin just came down Namjoon’s throat. 
And Namjoon is kissing him back, open mouth, tongues tangling together. 
This is the fucking dream. 
You mutter a soft curse, lazily grinning at the sight. Seokjin seems to be the only one who hears you, pulling away from Namjoon’s lips with a grin. 
“Happy birthday, Joonie.” Seokjin gives another peck on the lips. Namjoon sighs into the quick kiss, lips faintly chasing the other’s. 
“You finally got your kiss, Jin.” You tease, the three of you giggling together. You scoot back a little bit, letting Namjoon get off Seokjin, laying between you both. 
“Finally.” He laughs as you throw your leg over Namjoon’s right leg, head ducking under his arm to rest on his chest. Seokjin is quick to mimic the position on the opposite side of Namjoon, who seems too blissfully out of it to care about the teasing. 
It’s silent for a moment, but your brain won’t shut up.
And of course, Namjoon knows. 
“So should we have that talk now?” Namjoon’s words are quiet against the silence of the three of you in the afterglow moments. Both you and Seokjin make questioning noises, prompting you to look up. 
“What talk?”
“Jagi…wanna tell him?”
Your eyes widen in a small panic, but Namjoon’s fingers dance along your spine reassuringly. 
You can do this. It’s fine. It’ll be fine. 
“Uh, Jin. I don’t want this to be…like Namjoon and myself in a relationship with you as a bonus. I want the three of us to be…”
“A throuple?” Seokjin’s quick to catch on. Namjoon smiles, eyes shut. 
“If you want. Clearly, you and Joon have something. You and I have something. Obviously Joon and I have something…”
“I’d be happy to be a boyfriend to you both.”
You can feel Namjoon’s heart pounding under your cheek, your own heart doing the same. 
“Yeah? Officially?” You just know the way you’re grinning looks like a child told they’re going to Disneyland, and you don’t fucking care. This is so much better. 
“As long as this guy wants it,” his head jerks up to the man lying between you both, arms wrapped around both of you. He’s got a smug smile with his beautiful puffy lips.
“I do.” Namjoon confirms with a sigh, “dunno how I’m gonna deal with both of you when you’re being brats, but…”
“We are never brats.”
“Yeah!” Seokjin lightly hits Namjoon’s stomach, “maybe it’s just that you are a strict spoilsport. Ever think about that?”
“You’re literally being a brat right now.” Namjoon’s monotone voice cracks with just a hint of amusement. You stay silent, curling up closer to Namjoon as they continue to bicker with a smile. 
“Wow. Day one of our relationship, and you’re already being so rude. Do you even know who I am? How lucky you are?” 
You bite back the laugh, letting yourself fall asleep to the voices of your two boyfriends. 
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When you wake up the next morning, it’s to the sound of screaming. But not from either of the men you fell asleep with. 
“Sorry! Sorry sorry sorry! We’ll just…we’ll be out here! Yoongi, come on!” You know that voice. Why is that voice in Greece?
Oh fuck. 
Once the bedroom door closes, you sit up quickly, your head spinning from the sudden position change as you wrap the blanket around your top half. You leap out of bed, trying to find clothes. 
“Y/N? Care to explain?” Namjoon’s voice is higher than normal, still sitting upright in the bed. 
Fuck. 
“This was the wrong way to surprise you.” You throw some shorts, a tank top, some underwear and a bra onto the bed, quickly getting rid of the blanket to change. 
“I was supposed to wake up early and let them in and we’d make breakfast and it’d be a whole big birthday thing. But then we…last night…and I just…forgot.”
“You forgot Yoongi and Jimin were going to be joining us in Greece?” 
“Don’t even start!” You button the shorts around your waist, throwing the tank top on after. “You forgot your own birthday!” 
“He forgot his birthday?” Seokjin makes his appearance from the bathroom, looking as disheveled as you do in his haste to put on clothes. He sits on the bed, toothbrush in his mouth. The only one still naked is Namjoon, who just has a blanket covering his bottom half. 
“For like a moment.” The birthday boy shrugs. You cut him off before he can continue. 
“Whatever. Jin and I will go set things up. You put some pants on and laze about or something, you birthday grump.”
“Not a birthday grump.”
“I thought you’d be happy with your friends out here with us.”
“I am, Jagi. I am and I love you for it. But they just saw both of my partners naked in bed with me and you know I don’t like others seeing what’s mine.”
You have to remind yourself that Yoongi and Jimin are just outside the door. You cannot tease your boyfriend into fucking you right now. 
“Joonie. They’re together. They don’t care about what they see. Yoongi and I are like siblings.”
“He’s still possessive.” Seokjin shrugs, returning to the bathroom to spit out the toothpaste. You swap places with him, quickly brushing your teeth and trying not to look like a complete mess. 
Namjoon’s at the door when you leave the bathroom, pants on but no shirt. 
Damn him. 
You pout. But not for the reason he thinks. 
“Thank you for inviting Yoongi and Jimin out here for my birthday, baby.” His voice is softer, hands reaching for your waist. 
“I just wanted it to be a fun birthday.” 
“It’s been a great birthday so far. I’m sure it’ll get even better. Thank you.” He presses his lips to yours, lips tugging into a smile when you melt against him. When he just barely pulls away, he mumbles “I love you, Jagi.” 
“I love you, too.” You sigh against his lips. The sound of something moving on the bed pulls you away, making you laugh when Seokjin appears by you. 
“Excuse me, I paid for their flights. Where’s my thank you kiss?” 
“Shut up, hyung.” Namjoon rolls his eyes, grabbing Seokjin by the back of the neck and cutting off any sassy responses with a kiss. Seokjin melts into him just like you did, but pushes away after a second. 
“Brush your teeth, stinky. You taste like last night. Let’s go, princess.”
Seokjin’s hand grabs yours, pulling you out of the bedroom and into the living room where the two wait. 
“So…” Yoongi’s voice trails, eyes set directly on your joined hands. 
“What’s going on with you three?” Jimin completes the question for Yoongi, who’s sitting on the couch with him, legs crossed and foot tapping the air. 
“We’re uh…together.”
“Did you and Joon break up?”
“Nope.”
“We’re all together now. The three of us.” Seokjin explains further for you. 
Both boys sit there, Jimin with an amused, almost shocked expression, and Yoongi of course stone faced. It’s silent until Yoongi finally smiles. 
“You’re welcome.” Is all he says, standing up from the couch and heading to the kitchen 
“I said it wouldn’t happen. Yoongi said otherwise.” Jimin giggles, bouncing up. “Okay, let’s go make the birthday boy some food!” 
“Nope. You’re banned from kitchens, remember?” Yoongi grabs both of Jimin’s wrists before he can reach for any utensil.
“Minnie, help me decorate and let the old men cook.” You call out, ignoring the shocked gasp from your boyfriend. 
Jimin sighs, joining you, the other banned one, to help decorate. 
Namjoon joins half an hour later, trying to help you and Jimin decorate, only to be banned after he pops a confetti balloon. He tries to help in the kitchen, but Yoongi goes off on him when he tries to cut a vegetable incorrectly. 
“I thought you’re supposed to be nice and loving to people on their birthday.” He grumbles from the couch. 
Jimin has taken over the decorations, his interior design skills coming in handy to make it look perfect. You are settled on the couch next to Namjoon, curling up in his arms. 
“You’re also not supposed to help with your birthday party, silly.” You both laugh, watching the ridiculousness going on in this villa in Greece of all places. 
“Thank you again, baby.” Namjoon whispers against your temple, a kiss following after, “This has been an amazing trip.”
“Of course, Joonie. And thank you for being the man I love. Happy birthday.” You look up, smiling before your lips find his, and you feel whole. Jimin says something and Namjoon pulls away to respond. You take a second to look over at the kitchen. 
Yoongi’s ranting about how annoying grocery shopping is on the island, but Seokjin’s not paying attention. His eyes are on you and Namjoon, handsome face smiling ear to ear. 
You can’t help but smile back. 
You have the man you’ve loved for years and the man you know is your soulmate. You don’t need anything else.
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shslbunnylover · 3 months
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hii, i wanted to request a fluffmas story. one with melissa x reader where it’s their first Christmas as a married couple and reader wants to make it as special as possible
★★★𝘼 𝙎𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞'𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣 (12 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 7: 𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙚 & 𝙂𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜★★★
Character: Melissa Schemmenti
Requester: Anonymous
Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)
Trigger warnings (DL, DI): A couple mentions of sex,
Genre: Fluff (With hints of crack 😉)
A/n: Here ya go anon! Thanks for this request! It was perfect to add to this fic! (Also this gif goes perfectly with the story 🤭)
Word count: 2.0k
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Being a Schemmenti came with a lot of perks. For one there was the delicious food served up by each family member, plus there was also the bonus of always knowing a guy and having kind in-laws. But for you, the biggest perk of being a Schemmenti was none other than the fiery redhead you were married to, Melissa.
She knew how to take care of herself and you, and she was kind and sweet to all of the kids she taught and every kid she didn't. Her figure was seductive, and her facial expressions would have you squirming in your seat like a schoolgirl who just got passed a note by her crush. The way she treated you in the bedroom made you feel like either a princess or a slut (In a good way of course) depending on your moods, and the way protectiveness she had over you made you feel loved and wanted.
The way your eyes looked at her was like a lovesick puppy looking at a bone, and she'd never let you forget about it.
"What is it with you and those puppy dog eyes?" She'd always ask you, and it would always result in you breaking out in a blush.
There was so much Melissa and the rest of the Schemmenti family had done for you, and all you wanted was to do something for the redhead you loved.
One thing you knew, was that being a Schemmenti meant that you knew how to pull off a plan.
And it all started with a simple shopping trip.
"And how much for the bat protector?" You asked, pulling out your wallet as your thumb ran through the stack of bills saved up inside the pocket.
"That'll be fifteen ninety-nine with tax," The man across the register smiled at you, scanning the item before putting it in a bag. "Is this your husband's Christmas present?"
"Wife's," You corrected him with a chuckle, grabbing the bag as you handed him the cash, placing the change in one of the pockets in your wallet.
"Oh, I see," He nodded, "Have a nice day. I hope she enjoys the cover!"
You walked out of the store in the mall, checking your phone for the time before you quickly ran down the stairs to the lower level of the building. You looked around for the back exit, sighing in relief once you finally found it.
"Now it's time for the best part of surprise 1," You thought out loud, going out through the door into the chilly air, only to be met with a familiar sight.
Anyone who knew Melissa knew she loved Philly and their sports teams, especially the Flyers mascot Gritty, so you found a hookup and paid him to sign the bat cover for Melissa's main Christmas present.
Even though you never got the whole hype around the guy, you just went along with it for Melissa, it was cute how happy she'd get.
"Hello there Gritty," You chuckled, handing him a stack of cash you had saved up from a couple of side hustles and working at extra-curriculars at Abbott (and using thousands of coupons with every purchase you would make through the year).
He simply waved in reply, keeping his public persona as a mascot even though it was just the two of you. The mascot took the tiny stack of cash in one of his large furry paws, putting it in his pocket while you took out the gift.
"Thanks again for coming," You smiled in gratitude, looking at the thing in front of you as you handed him the gift.
You watched as he signed it, secretly taking a photo of the sight before taking back the bat cover.
"You know you didn't have to do this-" You chuckled, pausing at the end. "You aren't going to reply, aren't you?"
The furry orange mascot shook his head, causing you to chuckle.
"Alright then, thanks again for this Gritty. I never got you, but if it makes Melissa happy then I'm all for it," You laughed.
Bored with the silence, you simply waved, saying your goodbyes before getting in your car.
"Mel's gonna love it..." You sighed, putting the gift in a special box you had bought.
"Hon?" Melissa hummed, hugging you from behind as you stood at the kitchen island, grading papers.
"Yeah, baby?" You asked, turning around to kiss her softly on the lips.
"You wanna watch a movie with me?"
"Of course!" You smiled in reply, grabbing her hand as the two of you sat on the couch.
"Wh-"
"No," You cut her off. "What do you wanna watch?" You smirked, looking at Melissa's slightly surprised expression.
"I was thinking of a Hallmark movie..." She replied, her voice going quiet out of embarrassment.
"Oh! That sounds awesome!" You beamed, "I told Jacob you had the best tastes in movies!"
"You are not telling him that I like these sappy ass Hallmark movies-" The redhead threatened, pointing at you.
"I'm not going to tell him, and you know that. I've kept a secret through three years of dating and almost a whole year of marriage," You rolled your eyes.
Melissa chuckled, pulling you close up against her body.
"You're a sweetheart, hon. You know that?" She smirked.
"Oh I know, that's why I'm planning on making this the best Christmas ever for you~" You replied with a wink, watching as a soft smile formed on her face.
"Any Christmas with you is the best Christmas ever," Melissa reassured you, pressing a kiss to your hair.
When Christmas day finally arrived, the two of you exchanged gifts like every year, but you kept the special gift until her family came over, much to her confusion.
"Trying to keep me waiting huh? It better not be anything dirty- You know Vinny will never allow me to let that go," Melissa looked at you with narrowed eyes as she swept the floors.
"It's not Mel!" You chuckled, finishing up your job of setting up the table and organizing the kitchen.
"Good-" The redhead looked at you. "I wouldn't mind it if it was~ I'd just prefer not to have my Ma look at any part of my sex life," She winked, causing you to blush.
"I don't want my mother-in-law looking at my sex life either Mel," You reminded her with a sassy tone. "That's why I'm now deciding to give it to you after they're here,"
But before Melissa could reply, the doorbell went off, just in time as the house had now been fully cleaned.
"Speak of the devil," You chuckled, running up to the door to let them in.
"Hey there Y/n!" Melissa's mom hugged you tightly, "How are ya?" She asked, kissing you on each cheek like she always did.
"I'm good Teresa, Mel is in the kitchen, everything is set out," You pointed in the direction of the kitchen before saying your greetings to everyone else.
One tradition you loved participating in was the Secret Santa, every year the Schemmenti would sit down and draw out of a hat who'd they get the gift for, but it was different. The gifts could only cost under 5 dollars.
But once everyone was handing out their actual gifts, you all would hand out the Secret Santa gifts, and the chaos would ensue.
"Oh my god- What the hell is this Vinny?" You exclaimed through laughter, holding up a toilet LED light.
"It was on sale! Amazon had it for 3 dollars!" The man defended himself. "Plus, we only had 5 dollars to spend!"
"What the hell made you think this was a good purchase?" Melissa cackled, bending over in laughter.
"Maybe you needed to see when you go to the bathroom at night!"
"We have light switches for that, you dumbass!" You laughed, holding your stomach as it began to hurt out of laughter.
"Oh, whatever! You just bought her a couple of scratch-offs!" Vinny replied, gesturing to Kristin-Marie as he tried to hold down his laughter (and failed miserably).
"At least those can make her money!" You scoffed, "Plus she loves those things,"
"She's got you on that one Vin-" Kristin-Marie chuckled as she looked at her scratch-offs.
"You all suck-"
"You love us though," Teresa said through her laughter.
Once everyone had gone home, you brought Melissa to the Christmas tree, picking up the box hidden in the corner as you looked at her.
"So are ya finally gonna show me what it is?" Melissa smirked, watching you stand back up, her smirk becoming a soft smile as she heard you starting to speak.
"Melissa, you've done so much for me, and I love you so much... Merry Christmas," You smiled, handing her the gift and watching as she opened it.
You watched as she picked up the cover, looking at the signature as her eyes widened and she covered her mouth.
"You're joking right?!" Melissa gasped.
You shook your head, showing her the photo you had taken a couple of days earlier when the mascot was signing the gift for her.
"It's real, I thought it'd be a nice cover for Edith," You chuckled, knowing how much she loved her emotional support baseball bat.
The redhead in front of you wiped a tear from her eye, smiling like a kid who had just gotten their favorite candy.
"I-I...I'm speechless," She whispered. "Thank you... All that effort you put into this means the world to me... You didn't have to,"
"But I wanted to, let me say I love you in my way," You replied. "Just this once?"
Melissa looked up a bit, noticing the mistletoe she had hung up a couple of days ago as a ploy to get more kisses from you.
"Then let me say I love you too," The green-eyed woman said in a soft and loving tone that you only heard in the privacy of your shared home before she pulled you into a deep kiss, her hands grabbing softly at every inch of your body.
"Mmmm..." You hummed in satisfaction after a minute passed and you pulled away for air. "So, was I right? Did I give you a good Christmas?"
Melissa nodded, hugging you tightly.
"The best Christmas ever,"
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If you enjoyed reading this, don't forget to like, reblog and comment! Thank you and you are loved <3
-Akira
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Deck the Halls (and not your partner) - part 9
this has been a long time coming but it's finally here! have some simping over lockwood's hands to make up for the wait (there's more next chapter too 😉)
Word count: 5k words
Warnings: swearing, Steph (HUGE WARNING, I HATE HER IN THIS BUT IT'S NECESSARY FOR THE CONTINUATION OF THE SERIES, SHE MADE ME WANT TO THROW UP), a lot of simping over lockwood's hands (also he's wearing a ring), innuendos ig? references to not so sfw times, vague references to body image issues and related things, I think that's it?
family photos and a gingerbread house competition (part 1)
series master list
(couldn't pick between these two so I put them both, you're welcome, also thinking about it they both match the vibes that lockwood has in this part)
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“Remind me why we're doing this?”
“Because it's a tradition, Anthony. I would have thought this would be right up your street!”
“Well it is, but I don't see why we have to be stood next to Steph and Linda.”
“That's just Mum's positioning. She says it looks best that way and nobody argues with her.”
Anthony hummed, looking around at the family members gathered in the living room. The fire had been set up a few minutes ago, Ben stacking up the kindling like building blocks and setting some larger pieces of wood around them, striking a match and closing the door. Most people were already ready for the family photo, and Anthony and Y/n were sat on their loveseat while they waited for Steph and Linda to come downstairs. 
Predictably, the two of them were still in their bedrooms fussing about the fact they had to do this, but Emma was taking full advantage of the fact that nobody could leave and had forced them into joining them. 
"I don't know why they're so upset, really,” Anthony mused, trailing his fingertips over Y/n's shoulder. The way they were sat with her curled into his side made it a slightly awkward angle, but he could put aside the pain in his own shoulder if it meant he was closer to her. “I think that you look adorable in that jumper.” Y/n frowned, scrunching her nose up and glaring up at him. 
“Adorable? I look like I've been shoved into a charity shop and been pulled out backwards through the racks!”
“The dancing reindeer really take the cake, if I'm being honest.”
“Stop it. They look deranged.”
“They look happy, darling.” He paused, taking in the wide eyes and toothy grins of the reindeer that decorated the matching red jumpers that the whole family were wearing.  “And possibly like they've seen too many deaths. But they're smiling, and they've got... what is that, chocolate bars?”
“I think it's beer, Ant. The deranged reindeer are drinking beer while they're being wrapped up in a net of Christmas lights.”
"Christmas lights... that actually light up," he grinned, pressing the button on her jumper to demonstrate his point. Y/n sighed, trying to look cross with him, but the small smile on her face gave her away. 
“You're such a ridiculous idiot sometimes,” she said quietly, gazing fondly at him. The lights on her jumper were still flashing, decorating her face in different colours. 
“Yeah, but I'm your ridiculous idiot.” She snorted, then kissed him gently on the lips. If they hadn't been in the presence of most of her family members, Anthony would have held her there for hours. 
As it was, however, she reluctantly pulled away a few seconds later, smiling widely when he automatically chased her mouth. 
“Alright, love birds, stop making the rest of us feel so single and lonely,” Will called out, attempting to sound annoyed. Anthony knew that the man couldn't be happier about his little sister getting a boyfriend, and that he was easily settling in to his newfound role of teasing them about their relationship. 
“Shove off, Will,” Y/n rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at her brother, and he responded by sneakily giving her the middle finger. 
“Right,” Emma declared, looking around the room at everyone gathered. “Where's Linda? And Steph?”
"I think they're still upstairs, Mum," John replied, not looking up from the sofa as he sat on top of Sam and whacked him around the head with a pillow. Sam looked like he was being slightly suffocated under his brother's weight, but nobody seemed to take much notice. The two of them fought like that a lot, and Anthony supposed that everyone was used to it now which was why nobody intervened. 
“John, stop killing your brother for five minutes and go and find them. Tell them they need to come down right away or I'm dragging them. And putting flour in their hair.” John went to complain, but at the glare that was sent his way he quickly shut his mouth and headed out the room, not before delivering one last hit to Sam's head for good measure. 
Within three minutes John was back, Linda and Steph in tow as they grumbled about the jumpers they had been forced into. 
“This is disgusting. And we're all wearing the same ones? Really, Emma? It's bad enough that you made your own sister wear this... monstrosity, but forcing it on all of us? Unbelievable.” Anthony barely hid his scowl as Linda talked down on her sister, and if he didn't think Emma could defend herself he would have leapt to do it himself. 
“You can take it off the moment we're done here, alright? But this is my house, Linda, and you're playing by my rules. It's not like you can go anywhere, so you might as well shut it and take the damn photo with us.”
Linda opened and closed her mouth like a fish for a few moments, before deciding against responding and moving to where her sister had pointed for her to stand. 
“Thank you,” Emma sighed, finishing setting up the camera. “Right, everyone get into position please, no squabbling!”
Anthony smiled as Y/n huffed and stood up, stretching out her limbs after being curled up in his lap for the past however many minutes, and within the next five minutes (that felt much longer than that) all family members present were in the places that Y/n’s mother had assigned to them, and she was clicking the button on the camera to take the photo. She rushed to take her own place next to Ben as the timer started counting down, plastering on a wide smile a second before the flash went. 
“Can we go now?” Steph whined from where she stood to Anthony’s left. She’d had to squeeze in to fit in the picture, and the sheer amount of perfume she had on was making Anthony suffocate slightly.
“Uh, hang on. Let me check that it’s a good photo. Ugh, Tom, honey, you’re meant to be smiling, not staring at the camera like you want to kill it. Let’s try again. Sam, don’t be making stupid faces this time, alright?”
“Yes, Mum,” Sam said, stifling a laugh when Will poked him in the side. Nana Jean ruffled Tom’s hair, much to Emma’s chagrin (it had taken her ages to get it somewhat neat), but the action gained a smile in response. 
They tried again, the flash going off a second time, and when Emma gave the all-clear Linda and Steph immediately moved to take off their jumpers. “Hideous things,” Linda muttered, clearly not in the holiday spirit. 
“You two had better not go anywhere,” Nana Jean said, pointing a crooked finger at them when they went to leave. “We’re building gingerbread houses next and if nothing else it’ll be a competition where you can attempt to destroy everyone else, so get your asses in the kitchen!” Anthony had been pleasantly surprised at how much energy the 80-year-old woman had, especially since her knees were basically completely ruined, and he had found himself engaged in lively conversation with her on more than one occasion. She wasn’t entirely fond of Y/n’s choice of work, but from what Anthony could tell that was more to do with the fact that she was very fond of her granddaughter, and would rather not receive a letter in the mail telling her that Y/n was dead. 
“We’ll go together, right?” Y/n asked, looking up at him while everyone was getting into pairs. He was just about to answer when Nana Jean appeared out of nowhere and grabbed his arm. He looked down at her in surprise (she was quite a small woman), confusion all over his face. 
“I’m taking this one, you can go with your Gramps. I’ve never won with him, not once. This’ll be my year, I can feel it! And your lover boy is going to help me!”
“Good luck, Nana. I don’t think Anthony can cook toast, let alone gingerbread.” Y/n was smirking, crossing her arms as she let triumph seep into her expression despite not having started the competition yet. 
“Oh really? You also didn’t think I’d be any good at snowball fights. You’d be surprised what I can do with my hands, darling.” He immediately blushed at the look on Y/n’s face, and steadfastly refused to look at either her or Nana Jean. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he muttered, shaking his head and hoping the situation would end so he could go and bury himself in blankets and hibernate for years. He felt someone nudge his side and his cheeks got hotter still when he saw Nana Jean smiling up at him with a cheeky look on her face. 
“I’m sure Y/n/n knows all about what your hands can do, love.”
“Nana!” Y/n cried, exasperation in her voice. “You can’t say that!”
“Well I don’t think I’m wrong! You’ve been together eight months now; I married your Gramps in less time! Come on, Anthony!” She cheerfully turned and headed out the living room, dragging Anthony behind her and leaving Y/n to stand staring incredulously after them.
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Y/n still hadn’t fully recovered from Anthony’s comment (and then Nana Jean’s addition) about his hands, and she was meant to be making gingerbread. 
Her Gramps had settled at the dining table with tracing paper, a pencil and far too many rulers, while she was measuring out the ingredients and mixing them together in a large bowl. He’d been an architect before he retired, helping draw up the plans for the Fittes Building and providing sketches for housing that had helped when people were on the streets at the beginning of the Problem because their houses were unsafe. Y/n had listened to him talking about his job a thousand times, but she still didn’t know what the purpose of all the different rulers were. 
“Gramps, you know you don’t have to get that technical about it, right?”
“Oh yes I do! I’m not letting Jeanie win this year, oh no! She thinks I’ve lost my touch with architecture, but I was doing badly deliberately because I knew, one year, she’d get fed up and go with someone else! She has no idea what’s coming!” Her Gramps chuckled, shaking his head and clutching his side as he thought about how deceptive he had been. Y/n smiled, remembering all the previous years where Nana Jean had become so exasperated at his apparent incapability that she’d given up all hope of winning with him. It had had no impact on their marriage, and the two of them were just as in love as they had been when they first got married, but Nana Jean also had a healthy love of winning things, and gingerbread was one of her specialties. 
“Focus, love, you’re tipping the mix out the bowl,” her Gramps said, nudging her in the arm. Y/n looked down to see the mess that she’d made over the table, and cursed softly under her breath. “What were you thinking about to make you zone out like that?” She flushed, and cast a quick glance over to where Anthony was stood at the island in the kitchen carrying out the same job as her. Without thinking, her gaze drifted down to where his hands were mixing the ingredients together in the bowl, and when her Gramps coughed she snapped her focus back to him and realised that she hadn’t actually given him an answer. Damn her Nana for saying what she said about Anthony’s hands and putting thoughts into her head! 
“Sorry,” she muttered, trying to ignore the weird look he was giving her and the heat that was now permanently in her cheeks. 
“That’s alright, love. Just scoop it back up, like this, there we are. That’s looking pretty good I’d say. Go ahead and add the next bits now, and I’ll finish drawing up these stencils.”
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“What do I need to do now?” Anthony asked, holding his hands just above the bowl. Nana Jean looked over from where she had finished cutting up the last of the stencils and smiled. 
“Ah, you’ve added in the butter mixture, good lad. Looks perfect to me, so let’s get it rolled out and we can start cutting. We need to make sure we get to the oven before Richard and Y/n do, because then we’ll have a head start on the decorating.”
“Alright.”
“You might want to wash your hands first though, what with all that mix on there. Make sure you get as much as you can in the bowl before you go and scrub ‘em.” Anthony nodded, starting to push off all the gingerbread mix that had clung to his fingers while he’d been bringing the ingredients together. He heard laughter from across the room and immediately recognised it as Y/n’s, which was strange because he didn’t think that he’d heard her laugh so unapologetically since coming here. Normally it was forced, or real but contained, and although they hadn’t got along before this entire situation had happened she had still laughed like she was currently (normally when he fell over from tripping on his coat). She was gorgeous when she smiled widely, and even more so when she laughed, and Anthony paused in his actions as he watched her be properly happy around her family for one of the first times this holiday. 
He knew that she got on well with her Gramps, despite his reservations about her job and some of the comments he made about her being ‘too much to handle sometimes’, but clearly they could forget about that when they were baking together, without the pressure of Steph and Linda watching their every move. 
No, Anthony had that pleasure, and Steph’s eyes hadn’t left his face for the past thirty minutes. 
He felt the weight of her gaze now, and after sending a small wave to Y/n when she looked over and saw him (she’d stuck her middle finger up in response, but had immediately blown him a kiss when he acted hurt) he sighed and turned to Steph. “Can I help you?” He asked, resuming his previous actions of taking the gingerbread mixture off of his hands and depositing it into the bowl. 
“I think you can,” she answered, plastering on a sickly sweet smile and slowly walking over to stand on his left. She stopped barely a hair’s breadth away from his arm, and the perfume she had on was swarming his senses and making him want to gag. It was just as cloying as her smile. “See, I’ve been thinking a lot recently,” Steph started, and Anthony bit back his retort of ‘careful, don’t strain yourself too much’ and tried not to flinch when her hand came in contact with his shoulder. “I think that we haven’t really had a chance to… get to know one another. Properly. And I really would like to… get to know you, Anthony.” Her fingers danced down his arm, and he couldn’t help the grimace that came across his face at her tone. He stepped away a little, trying to not knock Nana Jean while still putting some distance between Stephanie and her wandering hands (that had since moved to his chest). 
“I’m not sure I follow,” he frowned, turning and moving to the sink. He’d gotten as much of the sticky gingerbread mixture off of his hands as possible, and now all that was left was to douse them in water. Steph followed him, gripping his arm tightly and restricting his movement. He was too good of an agent to panic - panicking in his line of work meant almost-certain death - but he could feel unease creeping up his spine and a chill working its way into his bones like miasma. 
“Why don’t we take a minute? Out in the hallway?” He really didn’t like the way she’d said that, all low and what seemed like an attempt at seduction (he couldn’t tell because it was so bad, but from the look in her eyes he could make a guess), and he shook his head. 
“I’ve got to stay here, help out Jean. Shouldn’t you be making your own gingerbread?”
“Oh, that thing? No, we never win so what’s the point? I’d much rather spend some time with you… alone.” Anthony finished washing his hands, trying to ignore how Steph’s grip on his arm had somehow grown stronger in the last minute, and turned back to the island. His eyes scanned the kitchen and dining room, desperately searching for someone that would see he’d been accosted and would come to his rescue, but everybody was busy making gingerbread houses. 
“A minute and a minute only. No more than that,” he said, giving in. Steph’s smile turned smug, and she dragged him out of the kitchen, at which point Nana Jean did look up, sending him a questioning look. Anthony mouthed ‘sorry, back in a moment’ just in time before the kitchen door shut in his face. He sighed, closing his eyes and clenching his jaw in preparation for whatever the hell Steph wanted. “Right,” he started, opening his eyes again and looking around for her. “What’s so urgent that you needed to-” He was cut off by Steph practically lunging at him, grabbing his face and pushing her lips onto his. It took him roughly a second to figure out what was happening, and he quickly got over his initial shock and shoved her off. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” He wiped the back of his hand over his mouth, looking at Steph with disgust. 
“Oh come on! I know for a fact that you and Y/n aren’t actually together, so what does it matter? Besides,” she continued, sidling up to him again when he took a step back, “I know that deep down you want this, Anthony.” He frowned, both at her words and at how she was still coming towards him, and the previous chill that had settled on him was now a raging storm. He kept it contained, not wanting to cause too much of a scene when anyone could hear what was happening on the other side of the door (that was now blocked by Steph), but the anger was evident when he spoke. 
“I’m not sure where you got those ideas from, Stephanie, or why you think that I will ever want you when Y/n is in my life, but you need to stop.” She tried to contain her shock at his rough tone, but the way her eyes widened gave her away. 
“Wha-”
“Let me finish. First of all, why do you think we’re not actually together? Are you so disbelieving of the fact that Y/n is a genuinely incredible person and could absolutely get anyone she wanted? Because I consider myself lucky that she even tolerates my presence half the time, let alone wants to date me. Second, even if we weren’t together, it would matter to me. I’m not the sort of person who switches loyalties that easily, and I will always, always, put my relationship with Y/n before any kind of attempted civilities with you. As it happens, she is my girlfriend, and quite honestly the fact that you think I’ll ever leave her for you is laughable.” He was being mean, he knew, but he was too done with Steph’s behaviour to worry about being nice and charming now. He’d pieced together the last of the puzzle that had been bothering him since he first got here too, connecting the dots between Linda and Steph’s comments and Y/n’s subsequently strange behaviour since arriving here. “So no, I do not want this. What I want is for you to stop bullying her, and belittling her, and making her feel like shit all the damn time, because she doesn’t deserve it,” he seethed, jabbing his finger in her face. “She doesn’t deserve any of it at all. All the comments about how much she’s eating, or her body shape, or giving her a gym membership as a Christmas present, or telling her she’s not pretty enough because she doesn’t look like you, or because she wears the same dress two years in a row, all of that needs to stop. Because you make her act like an entirely different person when you’re around and that is not alright. Because Y/n is ten times the person that you will ever be, Steph, because she isn’t a bully. She’s genuine, and kind, and loving, and the most beautiful girl in the entire universe, and she doesn’t deserve a single iota of the hate that you give her.”
Steph was quiet for a minute, processing everything he’d just ranted about. “I overheard you,” she finally said, not looking at him. “That first night when Y/n stormed off upstairs in some stupid tantrum-”
“She stormed off upstairs because you were being a bitch.”
“Right,” Steph didn’t looked too bothered, but she at least had the grace to flinch at his icy tone. “Well after you went up, I followed, because yeah, you’re right, I am very disbelieving that someone as good-looking as you would ever go for someone as ugly as her when you know you could do at least twenty times better, and I thought there was something weird about it! And there was a very large period of time when I couldn’t hear anything, which was really annoying because my legs were getting tired from-”
“Steph, hurry it up.” He had barely any patience remaining now, and her voice had gone all whiny and irritating.
“Oh, yeah. Well, then I heard you two talking about how it was really hard pretending to like each other or something, and you were arguing and saying that you were pretending to date.” Anthony froze for a moment, but rapidly recovered and eased himself into his normal ‘customer service’ persona, plastering on a pitiful smile. Before he could say anything though, Steph was moving towards the kitchen door, one hand on the handle. “It’s been quite fun, really, watching you fake a relationship to everyone. I’ve been trying to work out when the best time to bring it up was ever since Christmas Day after you had a go at me. So, either you tell them all, or I do. You’ve got nowhere to hide now, and I am going to enjoy watching this whole thing collapse on Y/n. I’ll give you until after the competition’s been judged; I wouldn’t want to ruin the festivities.” Her smile was even more sickening than it had been when she’d first started this conversation back in the other room, and after she disappeared into the kitchen and closed the door behind her, Anthony let out a shaky breath he hadn’t been aware he was holding. 
He needed to talk to Y/n before the end of the competition, and figure out how the hell they were going to deal with Steph. 
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She couldn’t stop staring at his hands. 
Since coming back in from whatever hallway conversation he’d had with Steph, Anthony had gone right back to helping Nana Jean with a smile on his face, despite the wary glances he kept throwing towards Y/n’s cousin. She hadn’t seen the two of them step out, but she had noticed that Anthony was gone, because she’d gone to look at his hands again and he wasn’t there. 
Her Gramps was helping her cut out the shapes they would need for their gingerbread house, and she’d been doing just fine until out of the corner of her eye she’d seen Anthony slip back on the ring he always wore. 
He had taken it off earlier when Nana Jean told him he needed to mix the ingredients with his hands, not wanting to get the metal coated in gingerbread mix, but now that his hands were clean again he was adjusting it back on his finger. 
Why couldn’t she stop staring at his hands?
She’d nearly cut a piece of gingerbread entirely wrong just now because she had been too focused on how the metal band looked against his slender fingers while he rolled out the gingerbread, and her Gramps had scolded her by chucking a bit of flour at her face. 
“Pay attention, love, you’re very distracted today. Is everything alright?”
“Oh, uh- yeah… yes. Everything is… is fine.” She hadn’t taken her eyes off of his ring, which meant she didn’t see either her Gramps’ concerned look or Anthony’s bemused one until Will was calling across the kitchen. 
“Keep it in your pants, Squeak! You can take your Lover Boy to bed after the gingerbread competition!” Y/n flushed as her gaze snapped up to meet Anthony’s, finally noticing that she’d been caught blatantly checking out his hands. 
“Alright, Will,” her mother scolded, although there was a hint of amusement behind it that made Y/n want the ground to swallow her up. Anthony just raised his eyebrows at her, smirk on his face, and she didn’t have it in her to fight back, instead turning back to the gingerbread in front of her and cutting out the last of the shapes. 
~~~
“Hey,” Anthony said, finally getting a chance to talk to Y/n. Pretty much everybody either had their gingerbread shapes in the ovens, or they were waiting for a space to free up, so he had been excused by Nana Jean for a while. 
“Oh, hi!” She hadn’t seen him walk over, but the second she realised he was there she reached up and planted a quick kiss on his mouth. He felt himself blush, despite it being over faster than most of their kisses, and she let out a snort. “Really? All I did was give you a peck on the lips, Ant.”
A wave of confidence came over him, and although the heat stayed on his cheeks he leaned down to murmur in her ear. “Well I wasn’t doing much with my hands but I still had you blushing, didn’t I darling?” Y/n had no answer to that (not that it had really been a question; he’d seen her staring earlier and he was almost certain her thoughts had drifted somewhere other than something innocent), and before he pulled back Anthony pressed a lingering kiss just by her ear. 
“You- y- you can’t just say that, Ant! Jesus!” He laughed, wrapping his arm around her waist and bringing her into his chest while she hid her face in his neck. He hummed, happy, until he caught a glimpse of Steph out of the corner of his eye. 
“Darling?”
“What?” she replied, although it was somewhat muffled since her head was still buried in his christmas jumper. 
“We need to talk about something really quickly, do you want to step out?” Y/n lifted her head, frown crossing her features. Anthony wanted to press kisses to it until it disappeared, but the conversation he’d had with Stephanie was at the front of his mind. 
“Okay… is everything alright?” she asked as he led her out of the kitchen by the hand. He didn’t say anything until they were in the library, safely away from all other family members. “Ant, seriously, what’s going on?”
“Steph talked to me earlier.”
“Right… how was it?”
“Awful. She kissed me.”
“WHAT?!”
“Darling, it’s fine, it was less than a second and I shoved her off and-“
“What? Oh! Oh, no, I’m not angry with you, Ant. I’m pissed at her for kissing my fucking boyfriend!”
“Ah. Okay. Well that’s not actually the thing I wanted to talk about.”
“There’s more?!”
“She knows. That we’re not… that we weren’t… that we were faking it. She doesn’t know that we stopped doing that and started actually dating, because she walked away before I could tell her that, but she’s known since the first night and she’s been waiting ever since. She gave me an ultimatum, and said that either we fess up or she does, right after the competition has been judged. Seemed far too happy about watching you suffer, to be honest. I think she might need to see a doctor.” Y/n stared at him, her mouth opening and closing a few times before she shut it completely. 
“So, Steph knows. Steph has known basically the entire time. And Steph has done nothing?”
“Yes. She said something about wanting to ‘watch the whole thing collapse on you’ and that she would ‘enjoy it’ or something?”
“That bitch. Well what are we gonna do then? Because whatever happens it sounds like my family is finding out about this whole… thing,” she flapped her hands between them before sighing and pressing them to her face. “I was right. This is a shitshow.”
“Hey, hey. Worst case scenario is Steph tells everyone, yes? But then we can just tell them the truth. Will knows, and he’ll back us up, right? And I’m fairly certain that Nana Jean knows but I’m not sure how, she just kept making these little comments while we were baking earlier and winking at me and I just - it just feels like she knows.” 
“Nana Jean’s just like that, I suppose. It would make sense if she knew. Okay. You’re right. We can do this. We’ll just wait until Steph tells everyone, and then tell the truth.” Y/n paused for a moment, looking down at the floor while she chewed her lip. “I don’t think I can tell the truth,” she said, and when she brought her gaze back up her eyes were shining with the tears that were threatening to fall. Anthony stepped closer, framing her face in his hands and planting a soft kiss to her forehead. 
“You don’t need to tell the whole truth. Not if you don’t want to. Just the bit about us being in a proper relationship now if you like, and I can do that if you need me to. But whatever you choose, darling, I’ll be with you. I will be right by your side, Y/n, always.”
“Thank you, Anthony.”
“Anytime, my darling. Anytime at all.”
He hoped she knew just how much he meant it. 
part 10
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AITA for being "negative" about a bunny and refusing to apologize? I don't think I can really shorten this, so I'm sorry for the lack of a TL;DR :/ It's pretty long!! TW for animal death(and potentially animal abuse?)
My mom(42 F) has a habit of randomly bringing pets home. For context, she's a single mother with four kids, with me(17) being the oldest, alongside my sister("E",13) and my two brothers(7 and 4, not relevant to the story). My sister and I share a room and my brothers share one too. My mom works a job that involves sleeping at work and doesn't think it's worth it for us to rent a three bedroom, so she sleeps on the couch on her nights off.
The first time was mid-2020 when she brought home a feral kitten my grandpa found underneath his house. What was supposed to be a family pet quickly turned into a pet that was kept only to E's and my room. He had some sort of sinus issue where he snotted everywhere all the time, so snot was constantly needing to be cleaned and being found randomly on our things. The cat was eventually rehomed after a year because it scratched my sister really badly to the point that my mom was concerned she would need stitches(she didn't. the cat didn't like being pet / touched and my sister wouldn't respect its boundries).
The second time was another cat(2021) that followed my mom from her cat to her place of work. This was when I started getting frustrated with my mom randomly bringing home animals, since the same set up that happened last time happened again- except this time, the cat got old enough to spray, and my mom kept forgetting to get him fixed so our room just smelled fucking awful. This cat was also rehomed when I broke down after realizing it has sprayed all over my books. I told my mom he either needed to be fixed or she needed to get rid of him. He was gone the next week.
Then last year it happened again- except this time, with a puppy(2022). My aunt was looking to get a new dog and sent some puppy photos to my mom, which she cooed over and showed me. She told me she was considering bringing one home, which I instantly told her was a bad idea and went over all the cons. Mom seemed to agree. Then guess what happened to be an early Christmas gift.... -_-
My sister and I took charge on the dog. We got our brothers to agree on a name for him(anyone with younger siblings knows this is a BIG deal lmao), started attempting to crate train him(basically making sure he's okay with eventually being left alone without crying the whole time), and we were the only ones trying to potty train him. Our mom didn't stick to any of this(including choosing a new name??) and the dog still isn't potty trained, and I'm the only one other than my mom that doesn't refuse to clean up after him. The dog doesn't stay in our room like the other animals, but it took months for my sister and I to convince our mom to get a hook lock for our door so the dog wouldn't keep coming in and peeing. The dog didn't end up getting rehomed, but now regularly stays at our aunt's house way more than ours.
It's worth noting at this point that all of these pets were "family pets" according to mom, and she would get upset when me and E pointed out we were really the only one taking care of them. The dog evened out after a while and now it's mostly my mom and I doing the work when he's here, but the cats are still a point of tension for us.
And now. For the fucking bunny!! Jesus christ I'm sorry there's so much backstory to this!!
A week ago my sister comes into our room and wakes me up to tell me mom brought home a baby bunny. It was scary small(3.5 inches long not stretching, 2 weeks old), and wasn't moving much but was clearly alive. My mom said it ran into my Nana's yard after the dog next door scared it off, and it's pretty safe to assume the nest is destroyed. But instead of bringing the rabbit to a wildlife rehab or something, my mom brought it home and told my sister she could keep it. They then put it in a box with some grass and water and did no further research.
I was pretty livid, because 1. This is a WILD rabbit. That's a crime in my state, 2. I think it was insanely irresponsible for my mom to drop this on us, 3. This is not a pet and it's very likely it'll die in our care just from us not being experienced, and 4. On a very basic and selfish level, I didn't want to take care of this animal and I didn't want it in our room(which it had to be). But E has been asking for a bunny for years, so for once she wasn't on my side about a new pet being dropped on us. So I was pretty outnumbered.
I kept pushing for my mom to contact a professional at the very least to ask about its diet(it's very easy to kill baby bunnies by feeding them the wrong thing), and kept trying to get my sister to stop holding / petting it since rabbits can die of stress. My mom listened after a day and my sister never did. Tbh I also thought if my mom contacted a professional the pro would tell her to absolutely not keep the bunny? But it was never brought up in their convo, so I think my mom might have lied about it or something, idk.
I continued being "negetive" about the rabbit and my sister kicked me out of our room for it. I refused to care for it too, even though my mom kept insisting it was a "family" pet(without me it was just her and E taking care of it, and since it stayed in our room my brothers never really got to see it). To be honest I really didn't feel like I had a lot of options, and I thought if I didn't help then maybe they would get overwhelmed or something and decide to give it to a professional. But I still kept trying to give pet care advice, because I didn't want any harm to come to the bunny(for example, my sister likes our room to never have to ac on, but i made sure she was keeping it cool enough for the bunny).
Well... After four days, the bunny died. E was pretty heartbroken, obviously, and my mom was sad, but to be honest I'm just sort of bitter. I'm upset a rabbit died just because my mom wouldn't listen. For more context, I also thought bringing in the bunny was a bad idea because my sister recently lost her dad, and I knew if it didn't end well this would just add more grief to her life. I 100% don't think she's TA in this situation, even if she has frustrated me.
I'm still pretty pissed at my mom for all of this, so yesterday when she sat me down and told me I should apologize to E for how I behaved, I didn't take it well. She said my negetivity made it so E didn't fully enjoy her time with the bunny, and that if I had handled things differently maybe things would have tunred out better. I know E has been avoiding me, which started when we first got the bunny and she kicked me out of the room for being too negetive. I feel like she just needs time to process, and to be honest I don't think this is something I should apologize for, even if it is an apology just to make her feel better. It feels like that would be irresponsible of me? Idk. I told my mom none of this would have happened if SHE hadn't been so irresponsible and brought the bunny home to a grieving teenager, when there wasn't much of a chance of the bunny surviving with us in the first place, but tbh ever since her dad died I've been really trying to do right by E, so I second-guess myself a lot now.
So AITA for being negetive about the bunny and refusing to apologize? To be clear again I don't think E is TA here, but they're both upset with me so idk.
What are these acronyms?
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Jake spiting his drink into your mouth after you’ve been a brat.
“Swallow for me,”
You could. He wants you to be good for him. But where’s the fun in that. You spit it out.
This man would be FURIOUS
- Teddy 🧸💖
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whiskey & black ties.
jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader.
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→ description: jake’s had enough of your bratty behavior and he’s on a total power trip tonight.
→ c/w: deep throating, choking, breath play, oral m receiving, giving jake a blowjob, skull fucking, daddy kink, spitting, spitting with alcohol, dacryphilia if you squint, pet names, jake using derogatory language towards the reader, aftercare at the end.
→ a/n: i would like to give a huge thank you to my beloved teddy (@thesluttyarchivist), who helped coin this absolute filth and for giving me the incredible idea to continue it on!! i love you to the moon and back darlin’! <3 i would also highly recommend listening to ‘child in time’ by deep purple when reading, as it was fuelling me as i was writing it! my main masterlist can be found here! 💌
You were the first to cross the threshold beyond your driveway to your home. You were giggling as your heels clicked along the hardwood floor in your hallway. Photos hung on the walls of Jake and the Dagger Squad in their Navy whites. All of them standing shoulder to shoulder looking sincere and formal. The further you got down the hallway the more relaxed the photos became.
There were more of Jake and his co-workers laughing together in said Navy whites after the admirals went home and they retreated to the Hard Deck. Three of your picture perfect photos from your wedding day were proudly displayed as a sweet reminder every time either you or Jake left your home.
Your giggling was left echoing through the hallway as you reached your living room. Jake was not following in your lighthearted demeanor and had been scowling with his jaw set firm the whole ride home. The only thing that followed you into your living room was Jake’s heavy footsteps. Even in his dress shoes his strides were bold and firm, making everyone around them aware that he was coming.
You fell into your plush sofa with one last laugh and bent over yourself to un-tie the delicate straps of your heels that were wrapped neatly around your ankles.
“And to make it worse, you didn’t even dance with me Jakey! How’s your wife meant to have a good time if their loving husband won’t have at least one dance with them.”
You continued with the last of your defiance that started in the car ride home that occurred after Jake told you firmly and curtly, “we’re going home, now.”
It was the Dagger Squad’s annual Christmas party. It wasn’t official by the Navy, but the group decided to hold the event every Christmas for the past five years now. They had grown impeccably close with each other and it was the one night they could come together, bring their partners and make crude jokes about Admiral Simpson’s flying.
Jake made it into your shared living room and headed straight for the seventies style bar he had brought together in his own home. The bar in question originally started out as a record player built in. Jake gifted it to you on your birthday years ago and it held all of your records that were now tattering at the edges. Many records you and Jake had played and danced effortlessly around to in your living room. You both eventually turned it into Jake’s own bar.
On the surface it held three crystallized whiskey glasses that Jake’s parents gifted as your wedding gift and a number of Southern liquors that reminded Jake of home. One of them being a particular whiskey that cost you an entire months wages that you gave Jake as a surprise gift for his thirtieth birthday.
Jake shed his suit jacket and flopped it onto the armchair that rested next to the bar. He was facing away from you and busy fixing himself a drink. From behind you could see the way his broad back muscles contorted under his crisp shirt. The whole suit including the shirt was black, but it didn’t stop from his muscles proudly showing.
Jake had a rare month off from work and in that time his hair had grown out and he kept a constant haze of stubble, no longer have to worry about keeping up appearances, for now anyway. The end of his hair had curled out and they licked upwards at the base of his neck. It always shocked you how quick his hair could grow, but it was heavenly to tug on.
The silence was deafening and neither you or him had said a word in what felt like forever. The reality was only a minute had passed. You worried maybe you pushed it too far this time with Jake, but you know he would’ve told you otherwise. As you sat on the couch waiting for his response, you could feel a pool of heat bloom at the bottom of your stomach and you could feel something twitch between your thighs.
All that could now be heard was the sound of the liquor pouring heavily into the glass.
“What? Cat got your tongue Lieutenant?”
Your words hung in the air and Jake stopped his movements for a split second. You hoped that would at least get a rise out of him, but the second passed and he continued on with his movement as if he was brushing a fly off his shoulder. He wasn’t going to give you the satisfaction just yet.
You heard the cork pop back into the bottle and Jake finally turned back around to face you. He rested one hand on the edge of the table top and leant the rest of his body weight against it. He was out on display for you.
Jake brought the glass now filled with liquor to his lips and took a fleeting sip. His eyes bore into yours from across the room and they didn’t break contact as he gulped down half of the glass eagerly. You only wore a small smirk on the corner of your lips and one of your eyebrows was partially raised.
He his heavy gaze parted with yours as he placed the glass down onto the surface. Jake had still shown you no response to the rise you were trying to get out of him and breaking eye contact with you gave you admission to add fuel to the fire.
You parted your lips to speak and Jake responded by working his slender fingers through the knot in his tie. He un-did it with a small grunt and cocked his head left to right to free himself of his own restraints.
“What is it that’s made you so grumpy Jakey?”
You taunted him further with a wicked grin now twisting onto your lips completely. He popped the two top buttons with his fingers effortlessly and ran his tie through his hands, feeling the silk.
“Is it because I was dancing with someone else that wasn’t you?”
Jake continued to run the tie through his hands and started to wrap it around his own palm. His gaze was now fixated on his own movements. He looked like he was ignoring you completely and you decided to throw the last bit of gasoline onto the already burning fire.
You bit your lip and sat back against the couch with your arms spread out on the back. You were willingly opening yourself to your husband now. You had no remorse.
“Javy was a fucking good dance tonight. I just can’t understand why he’s not partnered up with someone yet. If I could go back in time to when I met you both, sometimes I think, ‘what if I went with Javy?’”
The fire that was already burning hot and bright went up a hundred feet at your words and could’ve engulfed the Empire State building.
You had zero time to register the quick movements that were made next. Jake took quick strides across the living room floor to where you were and had managed to grab the whiskey glass in tow.
You shuffled up against the back of the sofa to sit up striaght to allow Jake to climb onto the sofa and tower above you. His knees were planted firmly either side of your frame and he gripped at your jaw with the hand that had the silk tie wrapped around his palm. He squeezed with his thumb and forefinger so hard you thought it could shatter in his vice grip.
Jake held every bit of power of you in this very instant. He could crush you beneath him or let you go freely and it was a game you both loved to play.
His other hand held the whiskey glass steady. You forgot that he flew fucking planes for a living and his grip would never falter. The grip on your jaw inched up to your cheeks and it gave you the instinct to let your lips part just enough that it allowed him access to your mouth.
Jake brought the glass up to his own lips and took a hefty swig, still leaving some left over. He craned his neck over your face and pursed his lips to spit a direct line of his whiskey into your own mouth.
Jake spoke the first words he had all night.
“Swallow for me.”
Jake’s order was a fleeting hope that on his behalf you would obey. He wants you to be good for him, but where’s the fun in that?
You purse your lips again and Jake is ready to tell you how good you are for him, but you push your tongue upwards and spit out the expensive liquor. It dribbles down your chin and small droplets drip onto your collar bone.
At that moment Jake’s lips turn upwards and he lets out a snarl. There is only one look in his eyes and it’s one that makes you squeeze your thighs together instinctively. You can feel a drip of your own arousal seep through the lacy lingerie you were wearing and it makes you feel electric.
Jake places the whiskey glass on the arm of your sofa to keep it steady and he unwraps his matching black tie from around his palm. He wrings it around your neck in one broad stroke and he holds tightly onto the end of the fabric, bunching it up in his grip. He pulls at the tie to tighten it around your neck and you let out a pathetic squeak which earns a mocking laugh from Jake.
Jake reaches back for the whiskey glass and with the tightness of the tie wrapped around your neck, it causes your mouth to part to allow air desperately into your lungs.
Jake repeats the same action. He takes a hefty sip himself, leans over you and spits it back into your mouth. This time it was more than before and a trail of his own saliva comes out after the dark liquor.
Jake is already one step ahead of you to stop your bratty behavior. He brings his hand up that’s got the end of the tie bunched up to your mouth to cover it. He places the whiskey glass back down and his fingers pinch at your nose.
You’re stuck under your stupidly handsome, pilot husband’s grip and your eyes go wide at him. There’s emergency signals running through your brain and nervous system that you currently can’t get any air into your lungs.
Jake looks down at you, grinning like a Devil.
“I said, swallow for me, fucking whore.”
Your eyes twitch and narrow at him for a fleeting second as you try and read the malicious look that’s etched over Jake’s face. His eyes are still boring down into yours and his grin is still pinched at the corners of his own lips. You’re trying to second guess how long you can keep up the brat façade and how long Jake will hold your breath for until you fall limp against the sofa.
Your breathing is starting to get shallower and you’re running out of air. You can see your sight blur in the corner of your eyes and your finger tips and toes feel fuzzy.
You hate how stubborn Jake can be sometimes and so you give in and swallow the liquid down in defeat.
“Good girl. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Jake sneers down at you.
He gives you one more harsh pull with his tie that’s still wrapped around your throat. The movement is enough to bring your body to the edge of the sofa and with one push to your shoulders, your knees meet the floor. Jake lengthens the end of his tie so he can still hold onto it and angle your face up towards him, like a dog on a fucking leash.
“Are you sorry?” Jake tugs again and it causes you to splutter before you can answer him. “I said, are you fucking sorry?” He grits.
Jake knows that by tugging on his tie it’s restricting your throat enough that you can’t answer him, but that’s all part of his game. He cradles your jaw with his spare hand and runs his fingers over the bone. Jake smiles down at you like the big bad wolf. He’s all teeth and there’s a glint in his eye that you only recognise when Jake’s hungry to fucking ruin you.
“Well, seeing as you won’t answer me I’ll keep that mouth quiet with something else.”
He removes his hand from your jaw only to bring it back and deliver a light smack to the side of your face. It’s gentle enough that it won’t mark, but you can feel the tingly sensation of it stinging run up and over your cheek.
He brings his hand completely away from your face and masterfully unbuckles his thick silver belt buckle with one hand. He un-does his trousers enough that he’s able to free his cock. You already started to notice the growing bulge as your face was met with his crotch, but seeing it out with the tip red and pre-cum spilling over, made you wet your lips instinctively.
He came back to cradle your face and for a moment the façade of the Devil left his face and his eyes softened at your pleading gaze. “You tap my leg three times if you want out sweetheart, okay?”
You offer him a thumbs up and a small nod that you could muster, before his face shifted back to the deliciously wicked Jake that was going to ruin you for his own amusement.
His forefinger and thumb pinched at your cheeks again and he delivered the same crude demand he had before. “Open.”
You egerly obeyed as the sight of his cock was making your own arousal now seep through your lacy underwear completely and you wouldn’t be surprised if it stuck to the floor. You were so desperate to objey him and get back some gratification that you would do anything.
Jake craned his head down mere inches and pursed his lips again. From the towering height he had over you, it made his salvia drip in a long line before hitting your tongue. You let out a whine in response and you watched as Jake’s cock twitched against his abdomen.
“I want that pretty mouth of yours wet for daddy’s cock.”
As Jake’s own feverent desire started to rise higher and higher, his Texan drawl came out thick and heavy and it made your heart pound in your chest. You were so needy for him, so desperate to taste him that you let out the only words you could muster by the tight grip he still had around your neck.
“Please.”
Your voice was hoarse and weak. It caused a low groan to emit from Jake’s chest. He wasn’t able to hold on for any longer and he palmed at his cock before slipping it into your mouth. Jake hissed at the sensation of finally feeling your slick and warm mouth around him and he grunted out a low,“shit!” followed by your name.
He removed his hand from his own shaft and placed it at the base of your skull with his fingertips digging into your hair. It allowed him to push his pelvis closer to you and subsequently his cock further down your throat. Jake could feel you swallow around him and let out muffled gags. Your salvia was pooling in your mouth to completely coat his painfully hard cock. All that could be heard was crude sounds, but you looked up at him with your bambi eyes and Jake thought he could’ve come then and there. He also thought about how he got so lucky with you.
“Good girl. So fucking pretty for me, sweets. I wish you could see yourself right now.” Jake mutters out.
His praise is a welcome change to his punishing demeanour that he’s been wearing all night, but it quickly shifts again when he brings his hand around from the back of your head to your nose and pinches at it harshly. He’s still holding onto his tie and he pulls at it again to tighten his grip.
You squirm under his relentless hold and your bambi eyes change to pleading eyes up at him. Jake brings his knee to press into your shoulder, pinning you against the sofa. He lets out a ‘tsk’ and steadies your withering body underneath him.
“No, no. Nu-uh. Stay still for me, slut.”
Your breathing is irregular and your heart is thrumming heavily in your chest, but still your eyes are boring into his. You feel the pain and little oxygen start to effect your senses again. You can feel your feet going numb and your vision getting blurred. He shifts the last inch of his cock down your throat and now your still pinched nose is pressed firmly against his soft tuft of curls.
The last inch causes you to scrunch your eyes shut and let the tears that are pooling in your eyes fall free. Jake moves his hips in small and calculated thrusts into your plugged mouth. He throws his head back with his jaw slack and lets out another deep and guttural groan. Jake relishes in the power he holds over you right now and the feeling of your throat constricting around his cock.
It’s bliss.
You feel the air rush back into your lungs eventually and the heavy weight of his entire cock fall from your mouth. You splutter around nothing and inhale deeply in rushed breaths. The grip on your neck loosens and Jake has let go of the pinch to your nose. Your eyes open and there’s a thick and lewd trail of your mixed saliva connecting from your bottom lip to the head of Jake’s cock.
Yet still, through the rushing feeling of Jake choking you within an inch of your life with his cock, you feel the ache growing in between your thighs more and more. You rub them together to try and alleviate the heat but it works very little. You let out a whimper and look back up at Jake, as to beg for his forgiveness.
“That get’s you off doesn’t it? Daddy’s cock plugging you like that. You’re a fucking sadist, aren’t you sweets?” Jake’s cocky smile is plastered back over his face and it makes you tick.
You let out a small scoff and bite back with all the might you still have left.
“Says you.” you croak out.
Jake’s usual smug smile is wiped away in a millisecond and he bites back with a simple and stern, “whore.”
Before you can register it, his heavy shaft is planted back into your mouth and his hand is on the back of your skull. Jake doesn’t waste any more time and he sets a punishing pace. His hand is pushing your head down onto him as fast and as hard as he wants. He’s been aggravated and taunted all evening, and Jake’s gloating ego finally has you where he wants. The thought is enough to make him close to coming in mere minutes. His jaw is set firm with his eyebrows knitted tightly together in concentration as he bounces your head on his cock over and over.
“My wife doesn’t get to be with anyone but me, you got that sweets? No other fucking pilots, not fucking Javy, just me.”
You whine around him and nod your head to the best of your ability in between his shallow thrusts. Your tears are now falling freely over your hot and rosy cheeks, with your own drool falling from the edges of Jake’s cock and dripping down onto your thighs.
Your admission to your own guilt is enough for Jake and his lips part and his jaw goes slack. You feel his cock twitch in your mouth in one more final push to the hilt. You let out another whine as you feel his hot and sticky cum shoot thick ropes down your bruised throat.
Jake lets out shuddering groans and keeps you pressed to his pelvis as he shakes through the remainder of his toe curling orgasm. He curses your name a handful of times and his hand on the back of your head softens, with his fingers running through your hair. As Jake comes down from his ecstasy inducing high, his cruel demeanor goes with it.
“Good girl, that’s it.” Jake murmurs out.
He removes his softening cock from your swollen lips and closes your aching jaw with a gentle touch. He tilts your chin upwards, “swallow for me.” He ushers his praise. He watches with keen eyes as your throat bobs and you swallow the remainder of his release.
Jake squats down and picks up your exhausted frame that’s now slouched against the sofa and places you carefully down onto the couch. He grabs the throw that hangs off the back and wraps it around you.
“Stay there.” Jake orders with a tender kiss placed to your lips. Your eyes flutter open and close as the wave of Jake’s high radiates off you.
Jake comes back into the living room with a tall glass of water. He pulls you into his chest with the throw still wrapped neatly around you and one of his large arms holding you upright. He places the glass to your lips and tips it gently.
“There you go. Little sips okay, sweetheart?”
You swig down the remainder of the water and gasp as you feel the coolness spread over and soothe down your throat. Jake places the glass down onto the arm of the couch next to his abandoned whiskey glass.
“You did so good for me, so good for me, my gorgeous wife.” His sweet words are a stark contrast to the Jake you knew a few moments ago, but you know it’s a safe response.
You feel safe and protected in his arms.
He pulls your full frame into his, his crisp shirt crinkling underneath you. You feel fleeting and soft kisses placed to your forehead repeatedly. Your breathing evens out and matches up to his.
“Lets get you cleaned up and then I’ll give my perfect wife all the love they deserve.”
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hunn1e-bunn1e · 3 months
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2023 Christmas Special
Just General Headcannons about spending Christmas with Blade
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🎄 Right off the bat, let's get this out of the way. Blade won't exactly be filled with holiday spirit. This man has been through some shit and no amount of spiced cider or jolly carolers will make him feel comfortable enough to be carefree. However, that's nothing that your love can't sooth. So grab your Blade and give him some extra tender love and affection this holiday season.
🎄 I don't think that Blade would really see the appeal of Christmas as a whole. In his eyes, the holiday is simply about giving gifts, eating specific foods, decorating your house and wearing ugly clothes. Of course, family is also a major part of Christmas but he doesn't think about that on a once over. But, Blade is a reasonable man, so he's open to letting you explain all the non superficial parts of the holiday.
🎄 Let's start with the tree. Personally, I don't think that Blade has much of an opinion of what kind tree to use. While a fake one would definitely be more convenient, he'd like the to have the full holiday experience for his first Christmas with you; so he'd get a real tree the first year. I don't think he'd cut it down himself, maybe get someone at the tree lot to do it since he's never done it himself before. Blade will make you help him set it up in the house though; now matter if you've got noodle arms or not.
🎄 Okay, I think that the best course of action for decorating your Christmas tree with Blade would be to make homemade ornaments with him. It's hitting three birds with one stone; you get to spend time with him, you can show him a Christmas activity you can do together and you get reusable ornaments. I think his favorite ornaments to make would be any of the one's that you can put little photos on or into. The first ornament that Blade made had a picture of him and you decked out in winter gear and standing in front of your newly bought Christmas tree. As for lights, I think that he would prefer the traditional green and red lights over solid colors and rainbow colors.
🎄 Decorating the house is a bit of a hassle when it's with Blade, the poor guy gets cramps in his sides from raising his arms for so long. Make sure to get a step stool next year, okay? For him? Anyway, I doubt that he'd be willing to decorate anywhere but the living room, so your out of luck when it comes to the yard or the outside of your house. Maybe Blade would get a new welcome mat or hang a wreath but that's it. When it comes to the decorations in question they'd probably just be silver and gold tinsel maybe a few paper snowflakes, but nothing much.
🎄 Christmas sweaters? Christmas sweaters. But the question is; can you convince Blade to wear one? Weeeell, maybe. It really depends on his mood to be honest, though if you catch him in a good one you can get him into a sweater. I think that he'd like one with a simple design instead of something really loud and complex; like a grey sweater with a simple snowflake embroidered into it. The ugly ones though? Absolutely not. Blade may be incredibly touch starved and very depressed, but he still has taste. He will wear Christmas socks though, he really likes those; warm, soft and comfortable.
🎄 Let's talk Christmas dinner! I don't know if it's just me but I feel like Blade can put away quite a bit when he's feeling up for it, so try and make a nice variety for him. I feel like he'd be the type to not let different foods touch and that he'd eat the entirety of one thing first before moving on to another. I don't know, he just gives off that vibe. As for his favorite Christmas dishes? I feel like Blade would really like roastbeef with slow cooked scalloped potatoes. For a side, I think that loaded bacon mac and cheese 1would suit him well and for dessert, a slice of pecan pie and a nice serving of struffoli.
🎄 After dinner, you should show Blade the joy of making cookies and gingerbread houses. I actually think that he would do a pretty good job of baking, and by that I mean kneading the dough. You'll let him help decorate the cookies once they're cooled though, right? And he will decorate them; he'll even frost a little gingerbread person to look like you. Though they may not be perfect, they do smell devine, so don't mind him sneaking a few out of the corner of you eye. Don't call him out either, you have no evidence and he'll never admit it. Blade is actually surprisingly mediocre at building and decorating his gingerbread house; he's too worried about how sticky his fingers are getting and how much icing is in his hair to pay attention to the fact that his gingerbread sheets are crooked and piping is kinda wonky.
🎄 Moving on, let's talk about movies and songs! I firmly believe that a favorite of Blade's movie wise is Home Alone surprisingly enough. I don't know, I just think that he has hidden gremlin energy that only expresses itself when he watches light hearted but violent shit. Also, I think that he'd like that the mc is so clever to think of and set up all the traps and such. As for favorite Christmas songs.... I actually don't think Blade cares for any of them in particular.
🎄 Let's talk gifts! If I'm being completely honest, I doubt that Blade would buy you anything. But! He he would still gift you something. His gift would either be something handmade or something that he found on a mission that reminded him of you. No ifs, ands, buts or in betweens. I believe that Blade would also like something personal and handmade, it would make the gift feel that much more sincere to him. Something like a scarf, gloves or socks would be perfect. You could carve or paint him something. Hell, even a woven bracelet would warm his heart. As long as it was made by you he'd be happy.
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robertdowneyjjr · 3 months
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omg happy birthday!! for a prompt, how about some secret santa shenanigans for stevetony?
THIS IS SO VERY LATE i’m sorry!! december just completely got away from me. but ask and ye shall receive (albeit belatedly)
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“Sooo, who did you get for Secret Santa?” Natasha asks as she plops herself down on the opposite end of the couch.
“I thought the whole point of Secret Santa was that it’s supposed to be a secret,” Tony says. He raises his eyebrow and spares her a short glance before looking back at his phone. He hopes he comes off as casual as he’s trying to sound and Nat doesn’t realize he’s frantically scrolling on his phone for gift ideas.
“It is. But it looks like you’re already panicking and I thought maybe I could help.” She looks pointedly at the way he’s holding his phone, his thumb flicking the screen too fast for him to really absorb anything.
“How do you know I’m not doing some important work for SI here?”
“Please. We all know you’d prefer holograms for that. What you’re doing now you’re trying to keep secret.”
“Ugh, fine.” Tony sits up and tosses his phone at Natasha. “I got Steve.”
“Oh, I know,” Nat says as she looks through the bookmarks Tony already has saved. “I rigged it so you’d get him.”
“What the fuck, Nat!”
She shrugs. “I figured I’d help you guys get over your pining so you can finally just bone. Anyway, none of these will do. Come on, let’s go out.”
She stands up and heads towards the elevator without even looking back to see if Tony is following. He sighs and goes after her. She’s still holding his phone hostage after all.
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Tony holds his breath as he watches Steve unwrap his present. The Avengers are all sitting in a circle in front of their tree, and they’d agreed to all open their gifts at the same time after their Christmas dinner. Tony is so nervous about how Steve would react that he hasn’t even looked small package he’d pulled from under the tree into his lap.
His heart bursts when he sees Steve positively light up at the series of framed photographs Tony had customized for him. The pictures range from the bits of Steve’s past that Howard had collected to recent photos of him with their team. At Nat’s urging, Tony had also hid pictures of himself posing pinup-style behind some of the photos. If he ever does get up the courage to ask Steve out, maybe one day he’ll tell Steve about it.
Steve reads the card and beams when he looks back up at Tony, who can do nothing else but smile back. Steve is so handsome when he’s happy. Tony wants to keep making him smile like that.
“Tony?” Bruce asks. “Aren’t you going to open your present?”
“Oh!” He’d entirely forgotten about the little bundle he has in front of him. “Right, I’ll do that now,” he says as he starts to untie the ribbon on the box.
“Wait!” Steve reaches across the circle and puts a hand on top of Tony’s.
Tony pauses and looks questioningly at Steve. “What’s up?”
“Um. Listen, I’m not really sure about what I got for you. How about you give me until tomorrow to get you something new? Please, Tony, after such a thoughtful gift from you I really just want to be sure that what I get you is perfect.”
“Oh, no it’s okay! I’m sure whatever you got me will be wonderful.”
“Don’t worry so much, Steve. I’m sure Tony will love your gift,” Nat chimes in with a shit-eating grin.
Tony narrows his eyes at her. Of course her nosy ass got involved with Steve’s gift-giving too. But to be fair, she did help Tony figure out the perfect present for Steve, so while she can sometimes be the worst, she is also truly the best. And though her methods may not always be conventional, when it comes to the team she always means well. Tony knows he can trust that she helped Steve to the best of her abilities.
Not to mention he’s really curious about what Steve got him that he’s blushing so hard right now.
He hastily unwraps his present and takes the lid off the box. Inside, nestled in delicate tissue paper, is a set of absolutely gorgeous navy blue lingerie. The card on top simply says, “Perhaps this is something we can enjoy together.”
His eyes widen at the brazen assumption in those words, though Steve’s not wrong. He looks back up at the man.
“Steve? Is this…”
“Nat said I needed to be braver and just put myself out there and she said that you feel the same way I do so I thought maybe she’s right, maybe I should take a chance and if she was wrong, if I was wrong, I could just play it off as a joke and we could just forget about it and I could just kick her ass a little harder in training as revenge and it would be fine, because you have to know I would never usually do something like this, I’m just always too nervous to ask you out but I really am crazy about you and —”
“Steve. Steve!” Tony cuts off his adorable rambling. “Steve, she’s right. I do feel the same.” He looks back down at his gift and runs a finger down the soft lace. La Perla. Nice. “I love it.”
Steve grins, eyes crinkling and all too beautiful. “Yeah? You do?” he breathes. “I don’t have to kill Nat now?”
That startles a laugh out of Tony.
“You don’t. Come here.” He pulls Steve close and gently kisses him. Those lips are just as soft as he always imagined they would be. “Thank you. Let’s get dinner tomorrow?”
“Yes. Yeah, let’s do that.”
“Sooooooo, are you going to try it on for us?” Clint asks, breaking the spell over them and reminding Tony that they’re not alone.
Steve shoots him a glare. “No, he won’t be doing that.” He moves to sit next to Tony, wrapping an arm around his waist and tugging him closer.
“It won’t fit him anyway. It’s in Steve’s size,” Nat says casually. “Anyway, time to watch Elf.”
Tony sits frozen as the rest of them start getting ready for the movie, head stuck on the image of Steve decked out in blue lace and satin. He glances at Steve, who’s now laying out snacks on the coffee table for the team. Steve senses Tony’s eyes on him and looks back, winking before setting his attention back on his task.
Tony can’t wait for their date tomorrow.
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xxluckystrike · 3 months
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hi everyone! merry christmas! i've been meaning to do this kind of pairing for a while and now that it's christmas i was like "hey, what if i did this as a christmas present for some of my friends?"
so i pulled together some pretty photos that reminded me of them, assigned each an era, and spent most of the afternoon listening to taylor swift and making pretty aesthetic boards!
so let me introduce to you...
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my mutuals as taylor swift eras!
@sweetxvanixlla as FOLKLORE
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"take me to the lakes where all the poets go to die- i don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you! those windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry; i'm setting off, but not without my muse..." - "the lakes" by taylor swift
oh my gosh vani, i knew almost immediately what i wanted to have for you! your very first profile theme was so folklore coded when i first saw it my brain went to "wait she has to be into taylor swift" (and hey, you kind of are right?) so here's the all the soft indie vibes for you! imagine laying in the grass reading a book or sitting on the front porch drinking a pot of tea and BOOM that's what i was imaging with you and this era! (plus, the song lyrics could easily be about you and a certain bob man running away together for a picnic date...)
@panzershrike-pretz as 1989
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"but i keep cruising- can't stop, won't stop grooving, it's like i've got this music in my mind saying it's gonna be alright! cause the players gonna play, the haters gonna hate, baby i'm just gonna shake it off..." - "shake it off" by taylor swift
maybe it's the fact 1989 somehow gained the vibes of the beach, but the carefree tone of this album really fit you! it's upbeat and excitable, hopelessly imaginative, and just about having a good time with friends- love or not! plus, i now associate you with webster and i associate webster with the beach soooooooo it's a match made in heaven i guess! you're so fun and excitable and i know you ALWAYS bring the party to whatever chat we have or media we obsesses over- and i love that!
@malarkgirlypop as RED
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"it feels like a perfect night to have breakfast at midnight, to fall in love with strangers- yeah we're happy, free, confused, and lonely at the same time, it's miserable and magical..." - "22" by taylor swift
okay i was thinking about don the whole time i made the moodboard BUT the upbeat and romantic feel of the album was what really made me choose it for you! just going out dancing and having an AMAZING time with all your friends (and maybe running into some cute guys too) all to the song of youth and fun! your optimistic spirit and hilarious commentary never fails to make me smile! so let's forget the heartbreak... it's time! (...please go dancing with me kate)
@coco-bean-1218 as FEARLESS
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"romeo save me- they're trying to tell me how to feel! this love is difficult, but it's real- don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess. it's a love story, baby, just say yes!" - "love story" by taylor swift
FEARLESS! YOU ARE SO FEARLESS! first off it's the very romantic feel of the album but ALSO it reminds me of your confidence in putting yourself out there to tell your stories! then there's your ability to write romance which i am VERY jealous of (teach me your secrets please??) so it had to be a very romantic album for you! plus, i really think that gold fits you as a color in the way you SHINE! keep being your golden self and being confident in what you love!
@whollyjoly as MIDNIGHTS
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"and i miss you but i miss sparkling! best believe i'm still bejewled when i walk in the room- i can still make the whole place shimmer. they ask "do you have a man?"; i can still say "i don't remember"..." - "bejeweled" by taylor swift
i had to really think about which era to do for you, em, i feel as though you fit all of them so well! and i think that diversity is part of why i love getting to talk to you- i never know what to expect! i chose midnights because of that- it's a pop album and an edm album, a dark album and a light album all in one beautiful mix- just like you! plus, your confidence really fits the songs on the album- so i hope you know how talented you are and how amazing your writing and moodboards are! your work is like all the stars in the midnight sky- all shining so bright you can't decide which one to stare at! (though the "wonderful, wonderful" eugene roe moodboard takes the cake everytime)
@ronsparky as EVERMORE
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"everybody wonders what it would be like to love you! walk past, quick brush, i don't like slow motion, double vision in rose blush. i don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush..." - "gold rush" by taylor swift
okay i was really tempted to put down reputation for you but that's really just because of your speirs theme HAHA so i think the cozy vibes of evermore really work for you! it's the warm smell of pumpkins, rediscovering family secrets, and falling in love along the way! it's the mixture of softness and mystery that really fits you! i was in fact thinking about shifty as i worked on this- like hear me out, evermore and shifty powers and YOU are a match made in HEAVEN! give me all the fall vibes please
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so there's all of them! yay! i had SO MUCH FUN doing this and satisfying my need to obsess over taylor swift and my mutuals haha
to all the lovely people i didn't include, i still think you're all AMAZING and love getting to talk and engage with you! who knows, maybe i'll do a part two soon... ;)
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Hi Pia
I'm so sorry you've been experiencing difficulties recently. I'm sending all my love and light your way and hope you start to feel a little less shitty soon.
P.s - Do you mind sharing your tiktok so we can follow you there too? Or is it a private acc?
Lots of love to you <3
It's not private! It's just not updated very often. Overall I'm more active on Instagram. But neither are private. The Tiktok is very art-focused so it might not be what you're looking for. But it's also pretty harmless overall.
And thank you anon <3
The last few days I had to stop writing and like...quickly redo my schedule for December and cut it back a little, which always makes me sad, but I'm trying to conserve my mental health as well as my physical. I realised I met all the criteria for a pretty serious depressive episode late last week (I have, alongside severe PTSD, Major Depressive Disorder, which is the one that will kill me if I don't keep an eye on it -> though I'm happy to report I'm not like in a very like 'I don't want to live' space right now, I can just tell I'm feeling / experiencing a lot of the red flags that go in that direction), and if I don't act now, that tends to lead to pretty bad places.
So I've redone the schedule for December and that will come out likely on Friday or Saturday. And then I'll only be posting during January for half of the month, and not the whole month, and taking off two weeks re: posting. Hopefully these are the sorts of things which will head off me needing to go into hiatus because I desperately don't want to do that <3
I can already tell I'm doing a little better after being a lot firmer with some boundaries, and also just...with myself re: taking more time off. I wish I didn't feel so guilty about it? But that's not anyone's fault here, that's shit to work on with my therapist/s, lol.
Today I spent around 3 hours researching a response to an ask (whoops), and then realised - not through any one person's actions but a bunch at once - that I need to kind of stop engaging with facecast stuff (nothing wrong with facecasting, the problem is wholly on me there and I wish I'd seen that sooner and saved people some pain and saved me from some rudeness).
I put away the shopping (we have a really good grocery delivery system here which is great for my disabilities etc.), and had some raspberries, and put on the Christmas tree lights.
I was so tired at lunch that I could only manage a bowl of cereal (and couldn't eat breakfast. I think my therapist would be like 'why are you putting three hours of research into responding to something instead of focusing on eating food' but well, whoops? Lol. To be fair I thought it would be way easier to answer, but Tumblr's search function is SO broken).
I fed my wonderful cat, Maybe, and got some sleep in the afternoon and then did some writing (1,200 words) on Palmarosa. It's like 7.00pm right now, and I'm going to put up some chapter commentaries on Patreon and Ream.
Tonight I might do some watercolour art, and I'm hoping to finish Palmarosa tomorrow.
December is actually a hard time of year for me anyway. It's the month that has the most chronological / time-based triggers, and my therapists know this and I'm hearing a lot of 'how are you in the lead up to December' which is about to become 'how are you coping with December.'
I'm grateful for small pleasures. Like my dahlias are looking pretty awesome right now. Here's some photos of this week (some art I'm working on, Maybe being cute, or screm, dahlia, Christmas set up, T-Rex ornament, Santa Platypus ornament):
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Okay I really liked scream 6. Some might argue I just like Jack Quaid too much and that him approximately being in a movie is good enough for me. But No! I think this movie was so genuinely great.
Couple notes on that to elaborate:
- they had a great set up with the last movie, cause we got to see how shitty Richie was as a person and how he died and now we get to watch him get idolized
- the beginning, not one kill that was differing from the norm BUT TWO?!? It must be fucking Christmas (haha I know it’s Halloween in the movie)
- I liked that Jason had posters of metropolis and other German expressionist films on his wall, damn he really is a film student (I’m film student adjacent so I can make this joke)
- the kills were so fucking disturbing, I was left gasping after Anika’s death and almost fucking lost it anytime Mindy or Chad almost died
- that brings me to Mindy, like holy fuck, I really liked her rants in this movie, the last movies one’s felt too preachy and on the nose for me. Her and Anika’s last kiss had me crying. Might be my new favourite character. The terror in the train scene holy shit
- the train scene was masterful. I hated every second, not knowing which party would get attacked, who to trust (it got me to trust Ethan), or just when the fuck anything would happen
- CHASE SCENES! All we really got from 5 was the hospital, this time we get the store, the apartment (truly incredible), and Gale’s house
- Gale actually shooting the fucker was my favourite badass moment (although the end sequence is great I think it’s too sad to be my favourite). I loved how she was taunted but is so skillful and almost beat the fucker
- I also loved the fan theories throughout the movie, from mentioning Stu Macher was alive to how each of the main legacy cast could be the killers
- I found the screams throughout the movie were so intense. I don’t know if I just didn’t realize in previous films but holy shit the screams were so well done by the actors
- The relationships felt so real and they really did feel like people bonded by their past. I loved the way that Tara wasn’t just close to Chad but also Mindy (also that it didn’t feel like her and Chad were close just for romantic/sexual purposes). The part where Tara rests her head on Mindy’s shoulder or where Chad was getting her away from Frankie. Outside of the core four, it still felt real, like the awkward moments with Quinn to how Danny was still a little distanced from Sam since their relationship is new but he still cares for her
- end sequence was so good, I was NOT happy about Chad but I get they needed to get literally every other character out of the way for the sequence other than the two mains (and a cop adjacent character for good measure)
- When Tara and Sam really started fighting back, like he gives his whole fatherly speech and then Sam calls his son a limp dick baby man and you can see his whole facade crumble just a bit and he’s caught off guard
- every time Jack Quaid appeared I laughed because IT WAS JUST SELFIES OF HIM! I really love his acting but when you get a suspect board and it’s a selfie of him in a car with earbuds I’m gonna fucking cackle (though they might’ve used more personal photos throughout to show a more familial connection, make it more homey)
- fairly certain the clip of him talking in his “film” was actually taken from past stuff he’s done? I’m assuming?
- the sequence of them killing everyone was both really well done but also so sad? Like neither of them wanted this, they feel happy about getting back at the people who have supposedly killed all their friends, but Tara starts crying after killing Ethan, Sam doesn’t want to become her father. And she ultimately isn’t, she’s protecting Tara, she’s killing for revenge, whereas Billy did it because he wanted to? (I haven’t watched the first in awhile but I don’t think he had anything against Sid other than the fact he killed her mom) I don’t think what Sam did was something necessarily “right” or “just” she did it for survival, like a bear to protect her cub. That ending in the film it was probably the best turn out.
- Then the ending where both Sam and Tara are coming out from behind the curtain and it says “written and directed by Richie Kirsch” wow just wow. That says so much, cause yeah, he did get his movie, Sam killed a lot.
Well that’s my notes. Really enjoyed, maybe I should rewatch the trilogy and finally watch the fourth movie (I watched one, five, two, then three but wasn’t paying as much attention to three… or two… okay I’m a bad fan)
P.S. I kinda hope they make a series
P.P.S. I have a list of every horror movie I could think of and if you like that sort of thing, check it out! (Maybe even recommend a movie… or five)
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The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 21
Author’s note: This chapter was inspired by a conversation I had with an anon months ago about taking spicy photos with Declan. So anon, if you still are around, thank you! And if you read my stories, this is for you 😁
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"Ok, you've got this, Eleanor" I say before taking a deep breath and checking myself in the mirror one last time before I leave the room.
After arriving at Declan's house and spending some time watching tv, it was time to get ready for dinner. It was time to put on the birthday dress.
I'm wearing almost no make up, and unlike when I was 18, my hair is up. The dress shows my shoulders, and Declan is always leaving kisses on them, even when they are covered. He also likes kissing my neck, so I'm hoping Roberta and Sophie are right, and seeing me like this will drive him crazy.
"Dec, are you ready?" I call from the corridor, trying to stay hidden not ruin the surprise.
"Ready and waiting for you!" he says from the living room.
"Ok. Here we go" I whisper to myself before walking in. "Happy early Christmas."
"Happy... holy mother of baby Jesus" Declan says when he sees me, his blue eyes wider than ever. "That's... You... Bloody hell, Eleanor."
"Do you like it?" I say, doing a slow twirl so he can see everything.
"I fucking love it. Is it... Is it the original one?"
"Sadly no, it isn't. My mum gave it away, but I found this one in Paris when the girls and I went to watch you play with England."
"Holy shit. It is... It is even better than I remembered. You look fucking stunning, Eleanor. Like... Wow."
"Then do you like your Christmas present?" I giggle.
"Best Christmas present ever. 100%."
"There is more, tho" I say, taking a step closer to him, his eyes still going up and down my body.
"More?" he gulps.
"Remember what you told me after visiting your youth club?"
"Oh... Oh!"
"Oh indeed" I giggle again. 
"Should we skip dinner and go to my games room? I'm really hungry, but not of food" he says, smiling and looking at me in a way that sets my whole body on fire.
"That sounds like a wonderful idea, but" I say, stopping him just as he is about to lift me in the air and carry me upstairs. "I actually am hungry of food. I've been so nervous about today, about you liking the dress, that I've barely eaten."
"Yes, of course" he says. "Let's eat. We'll need the energy for what we will be doing later. Especially you, because dear Lord, Eleanor. You can't imagine all the things I want to do with you. To you."
"Am I driving you crazy?" I ask with a teasing smile.
"You are driving me insane."
"Then let's eat and don't waste our time."
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"Dec... Declan... Declan, wait a minute!" I giggle.
"If I wait a minute, I'm fucking you against that wall. Why did I choose to put my games room on the last floor of a house with a million stairs?"
"Maybe because you never thought about fucking someone on your pool table?" 
"Yeah... It's definitely that. Next time any of the boys are around, I'll ask them to help me move it downstairs."
"Good. But now I need to pick something from my suitcase."
"Now? Really?"
"Yup. It's part of your present."
"Ok" he sighs. 
"Wait for me upstairs, I promise I'll be quick" I say, kissing his cheek before running towards the room where I got ready.
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"How are we?" I ask when I walk into Declan's games room.
"Fucking hell, Eleanor."
"What?" I chuckle.
"Have I told you that you look bloody stunning tonight?"
"A few times, yes" I laugh.
"What are you hiding there?" he asks.
"Has Mason told you anything about what he and Roberta do when they aren't together?"
"Why does that matter now?"
"Answer me."
"They… facetime?" he shrugs.
"Yes, they do. And when they are in the mood to do what we want to do right now, but the other isn't available…"
"They... Wait. You know about the Polaroids?"
"Against my will, but I do, yes. That's why Roberta gifted me this" I say, showing him the camera I was hiding behind my back.
"No way" Declan laughs.
"She said that it will be a way to make our spicy night a bit spicier."
"It will definitely make it spicier. But are you sure you want to do it? If we lose one of those photos..."
"We won't. You have a barbecue outside, don't you?"
"I do, yes."
"Then we will burn them there tomorrow morning. Maybe take advantage of it and make ourselves some nice lunch."
"Ok. Should we start? I know I will never forget how gorgeous you look tonight, but a photo won't harm anyone" he says with a cheeky smile.
"There you go" I say, giving him the camera. "Do you want me to pose or something?"
"Show me what you've got" he says, making me laugh and taking the photo at that same moment. "Perfect."
"That's it?"
"Yep. I don't need anything else."
"Then it is my turn" I say, taking the camera. "Pose for me, Declan Rice. Look at me as if you are staring into my soul."
"That'll be easy" he replies, doing exactly what I've asked: staring into my soul and making me feel hotter than I already was. "We are keeping these."
"We definitely are" I say. "Now what?"
"Well... I promised you I was going to take that dress off you and then fuck you on the pool table. So that's what I'm going to do." 
"Nothing else? What about... Fucking me against the pool table?" I ask, biting my lower lip.
"When I said fuck you on the table, I wasn't thinking about doing just one thing" he says, closing most of the space between us. "I was thinking about eating you out while you are lying on it completely naked, probably finger you too" he whispers, his hand slowly moving up and down my arm, making me feel goosebumps everywhere. Among other things. "Then I was thinking about fucking you while you still lay there. And, of course, I was also thinking about fucking you against it. That's what you wanted that day at the youth club, isn't it?"
"It is, yes" I whisper.
"Should we start with that? If we leave it for last, your knees may already be too weak and give up" he smirks.
"But are you sure you are gonna be able to do all that?" I ask with a mischievous smile.
"And more. Because I'm gonna fuck you, take photos of it, and once we are done here, I'm taking you to my room and make love to you until neither of us can take it anymore."
"I still don't believe you can do all that."
"Then I'll have to show you" he says before kissing me. 
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"Good morning, your Royal Highness."
"Good morning, Declan Rice" I yawn.
"Did you sleep well? I heard you snoring."
"No, you didn't! I don't... Ouch!"
"Are you ok? What is it?"
"Moving hurts" I complain. "Everything hurts. It's like I just ran a marathon."
"What we did last night was a bit of a marathon, yes" he chuckles.
"Best marathon of my life. And best day of my life too."
"Really?" he asks, caressing my cheek.
"Really. I did not only get properly railed like Sophie would say..."
"Railed?" Declan laughs.
"Yes, railed. I got that, but I also got asked to be the girlfriend of the most amazing man I have ever met."
"The most amazing man you've ever met, uh?" he smirks.
"Indeed. He gifted me this" I say, slowly lifting my arm to show him the bracelet.
"That's a lovely gift" he says, holding my forearm while his thumb moves over the thin bracelet.
"It is. Though do you know what I liked the most about yesterday?"
"I don't, no."
"That he told me that he loves me."
"Because that's how he feels" Declan says, moving his fingers to interlace them with mine, taking our hands to his chest. To his heart. "I love you, Eleanor."
"I love you too, Dec... Ouch" I complain again when I move to kiss him.
"We need to do something about that soreness" he chuckles.
"We do, yes" I say, trying to laugh. But even that hurts.
"What if I run you a nice warm bath, uh? Would you like that?"
"With bubbles?"
"With bubbles. All the bubbles the lady wants."
"So I can sing that I'm forever blowing bubbles?"
"Yes, you can sing that" Declan laughs.
"Great" I smile. "And breakfast also sounds like a wonderful idea."
"Then I'll run you that bath, and while you are relaxing those beautiful muscles of yours in it and singing, I'll make you breakfast."
"You are boyfriend goals, Declan Rice" I giggle.
"Thank you very much, your Royal Highness" he says, kissing my forehead before leaving the bed, making me complain once again because one, I had to move and that hurts, and two, because I don't want him to leave my side. Not now, not ever. 
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I've been thinking of getting more "properly" into photography for a while, but I'd have to do it on my own and with limited means. I'm asking you as someone whose work I really like and admire, but I don't mean to put any pressure on you: do you happen to have any sort of advice for a beginner who looks to explore photography in a semi-serious and autonomous way, that wouldn't involve buying expensive gear? In a similar vein, I'd be curious to know how you got started, if you received formal education and training, and what personality interests and stimulates you about photography!
I’ve been taking photos since I was a teenager; it’s actually the reason I made this blog 14 whole years ago in 2010! At the time I was interested in filling up my deviantart page and tumblr blog with what I thought of as “artsy” photos, most of which haven’t aged well, haha. But I loved it, always did. My first camera was a Nikon Coolpix—a little point and shoot. For Christmas one year I got a Canon Rebel t3i, which was a fantastic starter DSLR. I learned how to shoot in manual mode in high school as a yearbook photographer, but made it on the yearbook with the photos I took on the coolpix. My only advice is, like with any other art form, to do it a lot and really love it. Be pleasure oriented when picking up a new hobby so when you hit the inevitable wall of being ok but not great (a wall I’ve hit recently and keep hitting, stay tuned for if I ever break through!) you will still have your joy to drive you. Editing is important. Shoot raw if you can. I use Lightroom, but was trained at my first job as a batch editor/photo retoucher and learned how to mass edit photos in Bridge and Photoshop. Adobe’s tools are sadly still the best out there, but the photo tools subscription isn’t too bank breaking.
If I was you, I’d rent gear a few times before buying, or invest in a small point and shoot or starter DSLR that will allow you to shoot raw. A huge portion of what I do is done in the edit. I also love to edit, it brings me joy and keeps me coming back for more. Find a type of photo you like and try to take that photo; for years, I was inspired heavily by film photography I saw on tumblr—embarrassing but true! It gave me my “voice” for romantic, scene-setting images & I still keep a photo blog @edithbradin for inspiration. But whatever you’re into, chase that. Try to imitate it. Steal like an artist, and have fun!
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I’m a sucker for Wayne and Eddie content since we never got to see them interact in the show 😩. Can we see something about Wayne and Eddie decorating the trailer? I feel like it would be modest but so perfect for them. Maybe they go out and have a bonding trip to pick the perfect little tree? I believe in your vision. ✨
i love you so much for this request dear god. we really were robbed in the show. also p.s. i hope this is okay i really just ran with what came to mind
the first saturday of december (eddie munson and wayne munson)
warnings: mentions of child abuse
“Boy, don’t you dare take down any of my hats!”
“But then I can hang the garland from the nails! We won’t have to put up any new hooks!” 
“We do not need any garland on that wall, Edward Munson. Put the hat back.” 
The Munson’s trailer living room was messily littered with an array of holiday decorations. Ropes of garland were draped over the back of the couch, boxes of ornaments open on top of the coffee table, and a tangled ball of lights were currently in Wayne’s hands as he attempted to sort them out. 
Between Wayne’s busy schedule and Eddie’s occupation of his eccentric hobbies, the Munson men were usually chronic procrastinators. Their schedules had always been opposing; Wayne would work the graveyard shifts at the plant while Eddie spent his days between ditching class and planning D&D campaigns. They were two ships in the night, constantly drifting past each other with small nods and tired smiles. Sometimes, they’d go a whole week without speaking once, having never even caught sight of each other. 
But the first Saturday of every December always changed that. That first Saturday, Wayne always requested off from work and Eddie always kept his schedule strictly free. The first Saturday of December was always for the Munson men - for bonding, for decorating, and for plenty of arguing in good fun. 
“It’ll look festive. C’mon, old man,” Eddie poked fun at his uncle as he lifted one of the older garlands, striped in red and white like a candy cane, wrapping the thinned out material like a scarf around his neck. 
“Stop that. You’re going to strangle yourself,” Wayne scolded as he glanced up briefly, taking in his nephew’s antics before undoing another knot in the lights in his hand. 
He already had his old rickety ladder set up outside the trailer, ready for him to climb up level with the roof and string the lights. He just had to get them into a string once more rather than this mess that resembled a tumbleweed. 
Eddie finally put down the garland, making his way to cause trouble with the ornaments. And Wayne continued to chastise him, to warn him not to break any of the small collection he’s managed to accumulate in his years of raising Eddie, even though the sight of his nephew being so carefree made his heart grow three sizes. 
There’s one ornament in particular that Eddie knew better than to even joke about dropping. He could pretend to fumble with the red bulbs, he could drop the handmade snowflakes made of popsicle sticks through the air before catching them, but there was one ornament that he would never bring into the antics; a small picture frame with a light blue train across the bottom, the words baby’s first christmas in white lifted script across the top, and a picture fit snugly in it of a boy with a toothy grin. With a wild mess of hair that was finally growing out of a buzzcut. In the boy’s lap, he’s gleefully holding an acoustic six-string guitar that completely swallows up his body. 
Eddie at the ripe age of 12. The first Christmas he had spent as Wayne’s boy. 
Younger Eddie had put the ornament in the cart during a shopping trip during the holiday season as a joke. He had blabbered on about them just leaving the random baby photo that came in the frame in it, how it could be an inside joke between him and his uncle. Something to remember their first Christmas together.
The shopping trip had occurred right after Eddie had finally begun to warm up to Wayne. He had finally realized that he was safe, that his father wasn’t coming back and that the man before him wasn’t going to hurt him. It had been a perilous journey to get there, Eddie frequently acting out and getting in trouble, but after one too many nights of the cops bringing home a smug Eddie who had been caught up in trouble one way or another, Wayne had lost it.
He hadn’t lost it in a screaming-and-punishment way. He had lost it in a scarily quiet, buried disappointment way. He had sat Eddie down at the dining table, taking his place in the old creaking chair across from him, and just looked at him with tired eyes.The staring contest stretched out for several minutes before Wayne had heaved a sigh. 
“Listen, kid. I get it. It’s hard. But this,” Wayne had paused, waving his hand between himself and Eddie, “This can’t keep happening. I don’t know what you’re trying to do here, but it isn’t working, whatever it is. You’re stuck with me, I’m stuck with you. Let’s try to just… make it as painless as possible, yeah?” 
Wayne didn’t know that Eddie had been seeing how far he could push him. He kept waiting for the day he lashed out like his father; the day he’d hit him, the day he’d start drinking and forget about the bruises he’d leave on Eddie’s arms or the cigarettes he’d put out on his chest. 
Wayne never did. He never lifted a single hand to the boy. And that night, when he tried to level with him, it made Eddie realize he never would. 
So Eddie had started behaving just in time for Christmas. The late night rides from Chief Hopper stopped, and the boy would even grace Wayne with his presence over TV dinners while watching whatever was playing on one of the few cable channels they had. 
Painless as possible, that’s what they had made it. 
But as Wayne looks over at his nephew, now eighteen and still giving the world Hell when he could, he knew it had become so much more than that. 
He loved that kid, and that kid loved him. 
Eddie placed the ornament on one of the branches of the modest tree they’d picked up this morning. It wasn’t anything extraordinary, but it was enough for them. It always had been, and it always would be, when it was just the two of them against the world. 
“Say boy,” Wayne piped up, tossing down the lights and deciding to go to the kitchen to make them hot chocolate, “You got any new records to play that won’t make my ears bleed?” 
Eddie whipped around from where he stood, fighting with an ornament to get it to stay on one of the lower branches. He grinned widely, his uncle returning a small smile, before he pursed his lips thoughtfully and went bounding into his room for a moment. 
When Eddie came sprinting back into the room, Wayne was surprised to see the album he had chosen. It wasn’t one of his usual metal bands that Wayne would complain about.
“Where in the world did you get that?” Wayne choked out, fighting back laughter at his boy.
Eddie turned to look at him over his shoulder after lowering the needle onto the record he’d carefully placed on the turntable in their living room, “Was ‘sposed to be your gift this year. But might as well enjoy it together, yeah? I’ll just have to get you another gift, old man.” 
Wayne couldn’t help but smile at his boy as Do Right Woman, Do Right Man crackles out of the speakers. 
The first Saturday of December. A day for just the Munson men, their questionable taste in Christmas decorations, and Willie Nelson.
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Sam and Max Beyond Time and Space Retrospective: Ice Station Santa (Patreon Review for WeirdKev27)
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Hello all you happy freelance police and welcome back! For those just tuning in for the better part of the year i've been taking a look at Sam and Max: Save the World courtsey of patron WeirdKev27, falling more in love with this franchise and these games each chapter. If you'd like to catch up, I've put links to each review into one masterpost
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So with season 2's production.. I don't have a lot. I tried but most articles I could find from the time are "Sam and Max Season 2 is happening and it's better than ever" and not much else.
It makes sense: Season 1 was Telltale Games big coming out party: while it wasn't the first game they made, that would be....
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It was their big breakout success. So while season 1 was proving themselves by this point Telltale was a big name, Sam and Max were once again big names, and the episodic model had worked. So it's not a huge suprise that season 2's production was more: Let's do it all again but bigger and better!
So for season 2 the models are slightly more expressive, there's more mini games and the originals had widescreen support back when that was a feature. '
So what actually happens in this sequel? Well a lot so join me under the cut as our heroes take on a bloated hairy pagan god to save christmas, embark in a rigged trivia night, traumatize bosco for fun and profit, and run over some muppets. In other words it's another day at the office and i'm glad to be back.
We open season 2 with our heroes returning from a case, some time after season 1 which is said explictly to be last year, only to get a nasty suprise. A giant robot smashing up the place
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It's not that souless abomination but the maimtron 5000. With our heroes assuming it's their goldfish plotting max's death, that old chestnut, we head outside for the first puzzle.. well okay we're SUPPOSED to head outside but I choose to instead dick around the office. The trophy closet continues to grow and i'm happy to see a jar of bliss join the stuff. It's not a big or flashy trophy granted, it's not a melted ted-e-bear heard or a whole human being. There's some nice new touches to the office too: the photos from hit the road and bad day on the moon are replaced with ones from season 1. IT's a nice little touch that helps vary up the office and allows it to feel refreshed while still recycling the set from last game.
The biggest and best addition though is some stuff swiped from Ted.E Bears charred ruins. I get the feeling they WANTED to include these last season but it simply wasn't fesable. At any rate you now have a mounted mafia anamatronic head over the desk and the wack a rat game is now free to play any time in your office. I did again, because I had fun and it's even more fun when you just touch the screen.
So we walk out onto main street.. and quickly get our first of many status quo shake ups for the season: Sybil's is thrown through the air and lands squarely between your business and boscos where the space for rent used to be. Or on top of it more likely. It's also teling just how used I got to Sam and Max's street that I know it like the back of my arm hair. Thankfully she's not inside but it was still unnerving to see such a key part of the first season tossed aside.
Thankfully the Maimtron himself... is pure comic gold. He's waxing lyrical incarnate, quoting countless pop songs. My faviorite bits from him are giving his number as "6875309" and "All the cops in the donut shops say way oh way oh". That one's more for Max's response "That's it no one quotes walk like an egyptian at me and lives!"
However bullets can't do anything against him. Thankfully he has a big wind up dealie on his back so you simply need to ask why do birds suddenly appear every time he is near. I mean the obvious answer as given by Lorne
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Is just like me, they long to be, close to you, but since he's in metal box at the bottom of the sea since Max took office, it instead gives you an opening to turn the robot off. The sender turns out to be a hairy pagan god with powers untold. That right it's old saint nick and time for Christmas in late august.
One opening sequence later we're at the north pole and it's here we get some interesting structuring for this episode. For the first act of it you can't leave the north pole. Which was annoying at first as I wanted to see Season 2's settings and what's changed, but in hindsight works perfectly: it keeps you at the pole and thus keeps your options kept there. Likewise apart from a puzzle or two that requires you to go to the north pole, most of act 2 is on main street and the last one is a bit back and forth. It creates a nice gameplay loop without leaving you TOO overwhelmed.
But before we can get to the wonders of Santa's Workshop... we reunite with some old faces. Yes folks, the dreaded dark day of prophecy fortold in the scrolls has come. THE SODA POPPERS HAVE RETURNED
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As you can imagine i'm not remotely happy their alive and survivied the great dakota wars with only a removal from office. Their mad about their christmas presents. Specs got.. something, Peepers got a night gown he just dosen' thave the hips for, and Whizzer got Tuberculosis. Same thing Sam got max. It's why they don't do secret santa any more. Those gags are funny, and at the very least Sam and Max are now as visably fed up with them as I am. They also aren't in this one too much and the developers make up for using them at all out of plot necsity by allowing you to throw snowballs full of bleach at them. Repeatedly.
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It was one of the best days of my life. Also helping with the strain of these morons and specs returning is a little something from the past. See before I got into this chapter, Kev reminded me of what was INTENDED to be a running gag, but I simply never updated it. Persons of all ages I present the wall of misery
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It was supposed to be a runnnig tally of characters I just.. flat out hated in fiction. Not just disliked, not just was mildly annoyed by in one version or another, the ones I CANNOT FUCKING STAND , the ones who truly bring out the rage in me. It ended up largely forgotten due to a combo of two things: my short term memory being shoddy.. and me simply not getting THAT angry that often when reviewing. I try to be fair to a work as much as possible, and prefer to focus on the positive. I"ll still be objective, i'll still come down on a works flaws, but at the end of the day the reason I got into this wasn't to let out my anger issues (which I do have and try hard to control), but to simply look at things I liked or things other people like as fair as possible. I WILL tear into something if it truly pisses me off, see my review of the boys comic, but I generally don't get my hackles up that high that often.
That being said.. as I looked at the wall I realized it had a place for that exact reason. If a character can not just annoy me (as a lot of this prototype do), but really make me hate them, really make it harder to watch an episode or read a scene if their around.. why SHOUDLN'T they get a badge of dishonor for it? Pissing me off is harder and harder these days, so why shouldn't someone get an award for it for somehow pulling that off? So I present to you
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With thing one and thing two front and center. Thing three is absent because he's not a carnival of dicks crammed into one character model. If your curious whos who
First Row: Julie Powers (Scott Pilgrim (Comic)) Helen Lovejoy (The Simpsons) Billy Butcher (The Boys (Comic) ) Daisy Duck (Legend of the Three Cablleros Version, the rest are fine) Second Row: Mindy's Mom (Animaniacs Peepers (Guess) Whizzer (Oh come on) Roger Raincomprix (Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir) Yivo (Futurama: The Beast with a Billion Backs) As for what the Soda Poppers have to do puzzle wise...
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Yup my anguish, my bringing back and old bit, my pelting them with bleach and possibly elf urine, it all amounted to... well okay you DO get to pelt them all with bleach and possibly blind them for life. I"ll give the developers that. This appearance gets a pass.
So we finally get inside the Workshop to find this is the night santa went crazy, as Santa is holding anyone trying to come into his office at gun point and has been having the elves making more militarilzed toys. And tourture me elmer. Naturally Max loves that last one. He even screams like a real person.
I will say Santa holding everyone at gun point.. is more than a bit unsettling and is very "product of it's time" given the.. well everything that's happened since this chapter happened. While mass shootings happened back then, they weren't nearly as common. and... I need a moment.
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Okay back. I didn't even notice it while playing it oddly enough, probably down to it being a product of it's time and my brain treating it that way. Or the situation being silly enough that the horrible crushing reality simply didn't hit me and thus the chapter holds up okay.
It helps the workshop has a genuinely... creepy atmosphere> The music, a more offputting carol of the bells, the lighting it's all more ominous than previous settings. It contributes to the episodes depressing vibe as when we get to town in a bit it's also a bit off. Thankfully this is sam and max so while I was a tad unsettled.. it really didn' tstay that way for long as you can stick your guns to the north pole, talk with the elves on how things hav edeteroriated and how the elves sang a song when they left "It wasn't very happy" and make an elf cry to progress.
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Elf Tears make trees grow
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So we need to make one of the elves cry. And given this is sam and max it's naturally one of the most darkly hilarious things as the elf WANTS to cry.. but even threatning to rip out his eyes or kill his dog dose'nt work.. I mean the former at least makes sense. You know I forget sometimes how much horrible stuff these games make you do till I sit down and play this month's chapter.. or how much comedy gold you get out of the suffering.
Now we have a pail of elf tears.. .which I didn't even know you could pick up. I assumed growing the tree was what you did to progress. This one's on me for both not using the button to show you everything you can react to.. and on not turning the hint system up. See last game I honestly forgot half the time Max gave you hints, not helped by the fact a majority were just max being max instead of offering any advice. So for this game they instead worked out a better hint system. I mean you can still talk to max for giggles, but instead if you turn it on and the game thinks your stuck, he'll shout out what you specifically need to do. I needed to crank it up to get him to do it, and evne cranked up it's nicely just if you've been idle or wandering around long enough.
Thankfully once Kev told me I could us ether elf tears, I grabbed them and used them on a coinvent little tree outside. This gets us into Santa's Office, but dosen't really fix the problem right away as he still outguns us. And given this is sam and max we're talking about that says a LOT. Thankfully we get our lead in to act 2: an exorcism diagram. It's actually quite simple they simply need a magentic pole, which they have and the four horseman of the apocalypse action figures.
So collecting all 4 is our next goal and we're finally back home. And each area has one of the four horseman.
The first one I encountered, and ironically the last one I grabbed, was Boscos. And boy oh boy was I not prepared. So.. since the end of Save the World Bosco's somehow sunk further down the conspiracy whole. Besides dawning his most hideous disguise yet, himself, he's torn the store apart, taking all the fun and helpful condiments from season one and replacing them with a presumibly useful in the future set of photography equipment. The lights are dim, the security's somehow MORE draconian and bosco himself seems on a shorter fuse. That dosen't mean we can't light it as there's two really fun bits. The first is since bosco is hiding from a group called "T-H-E-M", who i'm not doubting exists since he was at least SOMEWHAT on the money about most of his paranoid delusions, any time someone says them he gives out a high pitched shriek. Props to Oogie Banks for making it so damn hilarious. You can just.. say it over and over ot hear it till Bosco eventually uses the security system on you. Btads is back baby!
You can also ask if he has any, which of course he dosen't this isn't a store.. but the payoff is what makes the joke:
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As for bosco's horseman it's in his package
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And that joke was ALMOST as subtle as the jokes the game makes. Bosco won't open it because he thinks it has a bomb inside but won't NOT open it because it might have his broom. So once again we have to ruin bosco's life. Id' feel worse but given he's taken trillions of dollars from us simply because he could, let's scar him for life again!
This requires the present machine. You can send random junk to people. We only need to send two gifts for plot progression: a ticking stopwatch to bosco for obvious reasons and a footbath to stinky's diner for reasons i'll get into in a moment.
The watch makes Bosco think the present is a bomb, and while he's disposing of it you can steal from him again. And if he has any problem with it.. them.
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Onto our next one at Pimp Le Car, another very 2000's joke but one that holds up as it's just plain funny a custom car place would decide "you know what we need to not get sued by xibit? FRENCH!"
And running Pimp Le Car are The C.O.P.S.
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The COPS are like the anti-soda poppers to me: their instantly likeable, made their chapter better by existing and every time they show up gets a smile out of me. And lucky for me Telltale clearly felt the same as their upgraded to Bosco's old role of shopkeep, via their custom car buisness. Their also as funny as ever.
Naturally their task is the best. To get their figure (a free hood ornament) you have to run over as many torture me elmers as possible while they spit out things likes "I have rights" and "I'm an american citzen"
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That's 1/4 horseman, but before we go we can also get Stickers
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For the desoto. Turns out you can get 5.. I only got one assuming it was a once a chapter thing. It's pretty neat.
Moving on, we have Stinky's Diner, our second new location and our replacement for Sybils. And I have to admit while I miss both Sybils and Bosco's as it was this shakeup was necessary: while the gameplay loop of visiting the duo worked for a game, changing up who does their roll was necessary. Telltales smartly kept both characters, they simply changed up their gimmicks: Sybil's focused on her relationship with Abe LIncoln and Bosco has gone deep down the paranoia rabbit hole.
Stinky's isn't ENTIRELY new, having shown up in Hit the Road as a quick gag and Season 1 as a background feature. Our heroes were mentioned being fond of it's salty order who hoped to cull the weak with his questionable food.
Sadly for our heroes and about a wash for the rest of civlization, Stinky is gone, apparently having passed between games with his daughter taking his place. The boys are suspcious. The fact Stinky is a habitual liar who has rigged her trivia contest so no matter what you answer you loose so she can feel superior doesn't help.
Winning at trivia is a lot of fun and a clever puzzle: the pattern is simple enough: Sybil and Abe are on a date and while their relationship is going fine, the date itself is not great as both want to murder Girl stinky but neither wants to ruin the date for the other, and my boy the Army Bug whose dealing with some ptsd and the recent loss of his father. Poor guy. I'm glad he's here but he needs some bug therapy. Maybe Buster Blaster can branch out
YOU ARE NOT YOUR FATHER
YOU ARE GREAT
YOU CAN DO THIS
GIVE ME 5.50
Since the bug and Sybil always give the same answer, a and d respectively, you simply need to tell abe whose desperate for advice to choose b or c, choose whiche ver one he didn't and you win. Stinky begrudginly gives you your prize.
As for the footbath I mentioned you mail that to Girl Stinky, and she's thankful enough to let you take her old sock.
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Note this is just me personally. If your into that, good for you. It's just not for me.
Anyways the sock will be useful later, and the less I have to talk about someone else's dirty sock the better.
So that leaves us with our final horseman to grab, and that takes us back to the start.. the giant robut. Thankfully kev told me when I was stuck to go back there. So Jimmy Two-Teeth and co have turned the robot into a boxing league. Thankfully you can aquire a boxing doll from the north pole and engage in the rat equilvent of punch out.
The boxing mini game is painful. It's main problem is simple: it's a punch out homage.. that isn't designed to work like punch out. So if you say spent a LOT of time playing punchout in college and have all your reflexes for a game tied to this where you assume you can dodge either way when your instead supposed to go the same direction your opponents punching, your gonna have a bad time. Spoiler: I had a bad time. Not helping is the final fight with Jimmy gives him a super punch that can knock you out in one hit. Why they didn't tune this up for the console versions better is beyond me.. and probably time and space.
Our heroes win.. which leads to Jimmy Two Teeth, sad his wife left him, to perch on a ledge and prepare to commit suicide. Honestly i'm suprised this episode didn't have you kick a puppy or 12 at this point. We can't help him yet though, but we CAN help santa. Using a record from his office, we play the summoning chant the friendly demon song!
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Jared Emerson-Johnson continues his hot streak from last season and shame on me for not looking up who was writing and singing these things. Admitely the puzzle itself is frustrating if you don't get it but the solution.. is neat. The beast possesing santa left a bunch of clues around the workshop.. and it turns out it's our old friend Shambling Corproate Presence! I'm so delighted they brought it back.. granted it's just a pink monster.. thing, but it's still neat they brought it back.
Turns out though while this does draw it out Santa actually left out the instructions as a way of fighting from the inside.. and our heroes didn't look on the back. The only way to restrain the thing is the ghosts of christmas past, present and future. And thus we've come to our final act. You have to get the help of the spirits of christmas past , present and future to help. And in a nice and, as you'd expect for this episode, fucked up twist, it's all undoing shit our heroes did. Well for the most part, one is saving them but two are christmases our heroes genuinely ruined.
So first is past, and this is where we help our old friend Jimmy Two Teeth. Kinda. We go back to season 1 and while Christmas Past dosen't care about them kidnapping Leonard for keepsies, they do care about Jimmy's son needing money for his toureets or jimmy's wife about ot leave him. The only way to fix this.. is to kindap jimmy's wife, bring her to him, and then take his boxing glove so his past self can get the tourettes surgery money, fixing the problems we caused in his life with more problems in his life.
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Then we have christmas present. Earlier when we got the figure from Stinky, Max pressed it. And since that one was pestlience it summoned the bug's awful family. We throw a snowball at him, it triggers his psd, and this gets the others to leave thinking he's his own dad.
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So it's on to our final one which thankfully isn't comitting any crimes. Horay! We simply have to save ourselves from hell in the future. We do so by firing up the sleigh, which has been sitting outside waiting for some coal. And we just so happen to have a terrible persons' sock. We use it to coal up, go rescue ourselves and max hits on his past self suprising no one.
So now we can release the spirits of christmas. They try appealing to the corprate presence's better nature.. and once they get that off their quota beat it. Unfortuantely it goes back into santa.
Fortunately this final boss fight.. is pretty neat. See earlier in the workshop there's a bunch of stuff to play with but none of it comes into play, a tad annoyingly at that.
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And while I still contend it was a bit much.. I can't fault telltale for the payoff, as you use all the stuff in santa's workshop to knock him out. The package that brought shambling corprate presence here turned out to be for satan so we send it back.
The problem is who will save christmas? Turns out it's the soda poppers who like me Max wishes were deead but for once turn out useful. WEll okay peepers and specs are, Whizzer's only fucntion is "unrinate on stuff" but frankly it's a funny enough gag he can live till the end of the season. JUST TILL THE END OF THE SEASON. Speaking of great gags our heroes drop off. And why not.. it's only mid november.
Ice Station Santa is a mixed bag for me. There are a lot of great gags shoved in here as usual, the puzzles are mostly fun, and while the first act can be frustrating the atmosphere can't be beat. It's mostly great stuff. The more I wrote about it though the more it became clear that the tone.. is a bit of an issue. Some jokes like making the elf cry or the muppet slaughter are so dark they work, while other bits just .. don't quite land. There's enough of the old sam and max goofiness to make the chapter not get to ounsettling but there's a more mean spirited tone in this one i'm really hoping isn't a trend for this game. Sam and Max works better when it's more over the top insanity and our heroes being over the top callous instead of just depressing. Still i'ts a solid start to the season Next Month..ish: Sam and Max take a vacation! Naturally they have to save the day to actually enjoy it. Thanks for reading.
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The Cooking Project: Yakitori-don
The next card in the stack was a recipe from a friend who I believe lived in Japan for a year. She shared it in Slack, and I wrote it down on a card because free Slack instances have limited history availability. (there will be another recipe later, I think, with a similar origin) I don't know exactly how long ago I wrote it down (2 or 3 years ago, probably), and I've never made it.
Summary: pretty good, would make again with a couple of mods. Unfortunately, there will be a long digression into rice cooking first.
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Recipe text, transcribed
Yakitori-don (from Amanda C.)
2-4 chicken breasts 1 c soy sauce 1/2 c sugar 1 tsp garlic salt 1 onion, chopped
all into crock pot on low, 8 hrs [arrow leads to a notes that says try instant for 10 min & quick release] shred chicken, stir back into sauce serve over Nishiki (?) rice
[Nishiki rice, when I looked it up, turns out to be a medium grain white rice similar to Calrose. we'll get to Problems With Rice next]
Things that happen when you move while Trauma, or: Problems With Rice
So my favorite way to make rice, not owning a rice cooker, is with an instant pot. As it happens, I own two of them, because Ryn brought one when they moved out here. Which, I thought: perfect! One for the chicken and one for the rice.
Except, as it turns out, Ryn's rice cooker has a detachable cord. Which was detached at some point presumably in August or September 2021, and is........ SOMEWHERE. Is that somewhere in the box, which is probably in the garage? Is it in another shelf in the kitchen behind a bunch of stuff? Is it in the landfill? I have no idea (yet).
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[the Instant Pot that betrayed me]
Which means there was only one instant pot, which is a lot less fun than there was only one bed.
I didn't buy medium grain white rice for this recipe, because I had long grain on hand, and, eh. But that means that my rice is in a container and does not have cooking instructions. So I opened up my trusty copy of How to Cook Everything Vegetarian, which I think I got as a Christmas present like 10 years ago, on the assumption that it would have the usual X rice to Y water for Z time formula that one might find on the back of a bag of rice. Instead, he suggests a method that is "Far easier and more reliable [...] which will work well for any kind of white rice at all" that involves a lot of watching and fiddling with the heat. (which on a gas stove can be quite tricky!) Without getting too deep into it:
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I think it might have been cooked properly at the bottom, but the top was almost entirely uncooked. So I started over using his microwave method, which was fine (slightly undercooked) but also got wet starch all over the inside of my microwave. Do not recommend.
tl;dr: If I can't find the power cord for that instant pot, I will probably be buying a rice cooker.
Ok, but how was the chicken?
My one mod in prepping is my standard: I hate the texture of onion, cooked or raw, and at some point I discovered that grating an onion gets the umami of it without the texture. So I did that.
Dumped everything in the instant pot (two chicken breasts, btw), stirred it around a bit, and then set it for ...
Possibly 8 minutes, because I was distracted by all the rice shenanigans, and was just glancing at the card when I set the timer, and uh, may have read the number next to "crock pot" instead of the number next to "instant".
In any case, I did that, set it for 5 minutes before releasing (because that matched the time the microwaved rice needed to sit), and shredded, then let that sit for a little bit while I did a few other things in the kitchen.
[none of the photos I took are particularly good or interesting, tbh]
Final thoughts
It was: fine. I think I just don't really like chicken breast very much; the whole thing definitely needed a fat of some kind to be properly satisfying. But also, it's hard to go wrong with soy sauce and sugar and garlic and onion. I will say that I think cooking the onion raw in liquid made the house smell weird.
It was a decent dinner, made just enough to have leftovers for lunch today. Mostly I wish I'd had some snow peas or something, tho.
I will probably make it again with the following modifications: chicken thighs instead of breast, and either onion powder or saute the onion first for a little better onion flavor (slash less-weird house smell).
If I were being ✨ fancy ✨, I'd reduce the sauce a bit, maybe with a little cornstarch, and I can see where this is probably a big difference between crock pot (which I don't own) and instant pot.
All of that contingent on actually being able to make good rice, though.
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