#i want them to be happy and live in a big house and eat pizza and fried chicken by the han river

[walmart-miku]

This panel progression is killing me but I think that it'd actually kill me if yoo joonghyuk and lee seolhwa don't get in here (pls I need a full kimcom panel)

[madlori]

there are a lot of headcanons about tommy becoming resentful of the time buck spends with eddie, but give me the reverse. give me eddie resentful of the time buck spends with tommy.

eddie's alone and sad with chris gone. both buck and tommy, together and individually, try to do things with him and be there for him but sometimes they actually do want to be alone together, and eddie just...can't seem to stop getting in the way. he invites himself along to stuff. he asks if he can come hang out when they're having a night at home together. he takes up their free evenings with obsessively making plans so he can avoid being alone in his house and they're just starting to get worn down.

eventually buck has to sit him down and say, eddie, my man, my dude, you're family to me, i care about you so much, so does tommy, but for the love of all that's holy please understand that sometimes i need to be alone with my boyfriend.

and eddie is embarrassed that he's been so clingy but also low-key hates that they have this relationship with each other that doesn't include him. he's happy that buck's found the love he always yearned for and deserved, but he can't stop feeling hurt and left out and there's just no way to make it better.

so what does he do? does he stay resentful and let it fester until it becomes anger and it ruins his friendship with buck?

maybe at one point he would have done that. but this time...this time he recognizes the path he's on and decides to take action to not let that happen. buck is too important to him. he has to find a way to occupy himself without relying soley on buck.

so he joins a boxing gym that nobody else goes to and starts working out there. he makes a friend who's also dealing with loneliness.

he starts volunteering on off-shift mornings at a botanical garden and finds that digging in the dirt and getting sweaty and dirty is very therapeutic. after a few weeks, some of the other volunteers invite him to come to brunch after their shift.

he discovers the LAFD Discord and that it has a whole bunch of sub-groups where first responders from all over the city get together for activities. he joins the golf group. he joins the cooking group. he goes on an axe-throwing outing.

he makes other friends.

there are no other friends like Buck. there will never be another friend like Buck. but there are people he can spend time with now, and give Buck a break so he can spend time with Tommy and also just have time to himself.

buck still brings dinner over once a week. he takes eddie on hikes. he and tommy fly him to san diego for the day and they go to the beach. but eddie also goes golfing with the LAFD Discord club. He goes to Station 133, which has the nicest kitchen in the LAFD, for the cooking club and learns some new recipes.

He has brunch with Chim and Maddie. He and Hen take Mara and Denny to mini-golf. He helps Bobby do DIY work on their new home to bring the kitchen up to his standards.

He learns to live without Chris. He learns to have support that doesn't entirely revolve around Buck. He watches Buck and Tommy get more and more serious, but now he's not resentful or scared - he's only happy, to see his best friend so happy. When they move in together, the three of them spend the first night Buck lives with Tommy eating pizza, drinking beer and watching baseball on TV.

And the first time Buck and Tommy ask him to come on a hike with them, and he has to decline because he has other plans, he's relieved, because they still want him around. They still want to be his friend. He hasn't worn them down.

He will always need Buck, he will alway love him. But he knew it wasn't fair to make Buck his entire support system...so he built a bigger one, and it's big enough to support them all.

When Chris facetimes him, he notices that his dad is looking less despondent. he has things to talk about, like the botanical garden and Bobby and Athena's new house and the firepit he's helping Buck build in Tommy's backyard. He's more open and honest. He doesn't sound so desperate. So Chris says he wants to come home, and when he does, Eddie's just happy he's back. Not desperate, not resentful or angry. And he has these new friends.

One of those new friends is another volunteer at the botanical gardens. she's a trauma nurse and does gardening to help her cope. eddie suggests she might like to try boxing as exercise, and she loves it. she is invited to a firefam BBQ at Buck and Tommy's house, and chris can't help but notice that she looks at his dad like he's really something -- and he's looking back the same way.

and if Chris had been worried that his time away would have hurt his dad, or made him sadder -- which he definitely didn't worry about, totally didn't, never at all -- he's not worried about that anymore.

[diazsdimples]

I am just as devastated as the next person about Bobby and Athena’s house being burned down but think about the possibilities! Walk with me here. Bobby spending 90% of his time on Real Estate websites when he’s not plotting how to get the 118 back from Gerrard. Athena noticing that his searches get gradually further away from metropolitan LA until one day, Bobby very happily shoves the laptop in front of her face and there’s a listing for a very cute looking ranch-style property. “And it’s only an hours drive on the freeway, Athena!” Athena’s initially resistant because since when has Bobby ever expressed interest in living on a ranch and also she is a city girl through and through, but Bobby finally convinces her to come view the property with him and fuck, it’s actually kinda perfect. It’s in their price range, with a lovely big house that’s got 4 bedrooms (one for them, one for Harry, one for May, and a guest room/ office), the kitchen is massive and rustic and Bobby’s like a kid in a candy shop the whole time, just bouncing around this place like an energised toddler (“it has a walk in pantry, Athena!”) and Athena starts unconsciously planning the furniture layout and some renovations. And then, and then, Bobby takes her outside and the back yard is absolutely gorgeous; there’s a patio that’s got a barbecue, a stone pizza oven, a fire pit (one outside this time), there’s so much room and space and Athena can feel herself gradually falling in love. And it’s got TWO WHOLE PADDOCKS! The opportunities are endless! They go home and she tries to act indifferent but Bobby finds her looking at the listing again and going through their finances, scoping out the local area, checking her commute time into work. They talk about it a couple more times, during which Bobby mentions the fact that he’s always wanted to own horses and he misses having chickens like he did when he was little in Minnesota, and honestly it’s her husband’s insistence and pure joy that ends up convincing her. She’s got one condition though: she gets a bunny rabbit. It’s a non-negotiable. If Bobby wants the house, Athena gets a rabbit. Bobby agrees, so they end up putting in a tentative offer, slightly under what they think it could go for, but miracle upon miracles, it gets accepted!! They finally tell the 118 (who respond with a variety of reactions, most of which being “you bought a what??”) and a few weekends later, they’re moving in their few worldly possessions, as well as setting up all the furniture Bobby impulsively ordered one night when Buck was over and pulled up a few furniture stores. Athena starts building a rabbit hutch, which turns into something more like a rabbit castle cause she’ll only have the best for her baby, and she gets her rabbit, who she names Hercules. He spends a fair chunk of time inside, on her lap as she rubs his ears. Bobby ends up buying a whole flock of hens, and a rooster that he names Maurice (and he’s never seen Tommy back up quite as quickly as he did when Buck showed him the chickens with a shit eating grin on his face). Eddie and Buck help to build a massive vegetable garden which Bobby fills with herbs and vegetables and flowers. He wants a dog, but Athena won’t allow it cause 1. She’s allergic and 2. Hercules doesn’t like dogs apparently. So he gets two horses instead, a mare and a gentle old gelding and spends his days off riding the horses (he does hire someone to care for the horses when he can’t) and tending to his garden and cooking and he’s never felt quite so happy in his life. A lot of plaid begins to work it’s way into his wardrobe and when he gets the horses, Eddie brings him back a pair of cowboy boots and a Stetson from Texas, which he initially doesn’t wear but then Athena says he looks hot in them so he brings them out when he’s riding the horses. And no one minds the long drive to their new place cause it’s so perfect, they have the best cookout there and it’s clear that Athena and Bobby are the happiest they’ve been in years.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Eyes on the ground

Reader/Son x Clark Kent & Lois Lane

Request - I wanted to ask if it was possible for you to write a AU of sorts. A crossover between Scarlet Witch and Superman & Lois. Where Clark and Lois have a third son and turns out that he's he's krypton's Scarlet Witch/Warlock. MC is younger than the twins.

Lois and Clark are in the kitchen talking alone. They see you playing catch with your brothers outside.

“Do you think any of them will get powers?” Lois asked.

“Maybe… I’m not sure. They don't show any signs and nothing strange has happened for now” Clark said.

“They are too young. I just want them to have a normal childhood” Lois said.

“I understand. Let's not worry about that for now” Clark said.

They see you are playing rough with your brothers. It was Jon's idea to play football in the backyard. You wanted to show off and prove that you are strong enough to play rough. Jon threw the ball at Jordan but you caught the ball, then you and Jon started to wrestle for the ball. Lois and Clark left the kitchen and went to stop you and your brothers playing rough.

“Boys enough” Clark yelled.

He grabbed the football then you and your brothers, then you started to breathe hard.

“We were playing,” Jordan said.

“We told you three many times not to play rough,” Lois said.

“It’s football. I'm strong they can't beat me” You said.

You start to flex your biceps and your brothers roll their eyes.

“Y/N, you can't play rough every time you play football,” Lois said.

“I’m not a baby,” You whined.

You hate it when they treat you like a baby, you want to prove to them that you're not a baby.

“Go inside the house all of you,” Clark said.

“Not fair. I was having fun” You said frustrated.

You kicked the football so hard that you broke the kitchen window. Jordan and Jon gasped and you didn't expect to break the window.

“In the house now!” Lois yelled.

“Sorry,” You said.

You and everyone else go inside the house. Your father made you clean up the mess while he watched over you. He starts to give you the speech and you really don't want to listen to the speech but you don't say anything.

In the family, you're the youngest, and your parents are more protective of you. You always try to prove that you are not a baby and don't need protection. Clark and Lois love their boys but you are a bit wild because you like to explore.

———-

Jordan and Jon want pizza for dinner. They asked their parents but they said no, then Jordan got an idea.

“Y/N, go ask mom and dad for pizza for dinner,” Jordan said.

“You and Jon already asked and they said no,” You said.

He puts his arm around your shoulders.

“They will say yes to you because you are the rainbow child,” Jordan said.

“Don’t call me that” You said.

“It’s true, Y/N. You know mom had miscarriages before she had you. Go ask for pizza” Jon said.

“Okay, but they will say no,” You said.

They follow you downstairs, but they are in the hallway listening. You are in the living room, while Lois and Clark are sitting down on the couch.

“Mom, dad can we have pizza for dinner?” You asked

“Okay, sure. I will order the pizza, Y/N do you want to come with me?” Clark said.

“Yeah,” You said.

Jordan and Jon are happy that they will eat pizza for dinner. You leave the house with your dad and get in the truck, he lets you pick the radio station. He listens to you talk about your favorite band.

After buying pizza and before going home, he stopped the truck.

“Why we stopped?” You asked.

“I’m going to show you how to drive” Clark smiled.

“That is cool!” You smiled big.

You and your dad switched seats. You are feeling so excited that your cheeks are hurting from smiling. He starts to tell you what to do and you follow his instructions. You are starting to drive the truck slowly

“You are doing great, Y/N,” Clark said.

“Wow, this is fun” You giggled.

You go a little fast and he tells you how to stop the car and go again. Then he made you change seats now he is driving home, and you tell him how fun it was to drive.

✬ ✫ ✯ ✫

Tal-Rho sent his army to attack the town. Everyone is starting to panic and trying to get out of town. Clark went to fight Tal-Rho somewhere. Your mom made you and your brothers get ready to head to the army base in town. You and your family head to the truck but Tal-Rho’s army arrives.

“Stay away from us,” Lois said.

“Mom,” You said.

You are feeling scared and they are feeling scared also.

“Stay away from us!” You yelled.

You run towards the person to punch them, but they push you hard towards the ground. You want to prove that you are strong but the person was going to attack Jon but Jon stepped in and got hurt, the enemy used heat vision to hurt your brother. Jon fell to the ground and he was bleeding fast you ran towards him.

“Jon!” You cried out.

You touch his stomach and you see the blood on your hand. Your heart is racing faster and you start to cry.

“Jon, I’m sorry! I-I didn't want you to get hurt. I'm sorry!” You cried out.

Lois and everyone noticed a magic aura surrounding your body.

“Mom, what is going on?” Jordan asked.

“What are you doing to him!?” Lois yelled at them.

“We are not doing that to him,” He said.

Your eyes changed colors then you yelled, then a powerful magic blast and you hit the enemies. They passed out and your magic from your hands went to your brother’s body and he is starting to get healed. Jon looks at you then the magic disappears. Lois helped you and Jon stand up then she hugged you and your brother.

“What just happened?” Jordan asked.

“We will figure that out later, now we have to go,” Lois said.

Your mom took you and your brothers to the army base in town. Your brothers are looking at you strangely and they start to ask questions, but you don't know how to answer them.

Clark arrived at the base with the suit on. You and your brothers don't know yet that your father is Superman. Everyone knows that you are a huge fan of Superman. You have some posters and action figures in your bedroom. You run towards him and you are smiling

“I’m a big fan” You smiled.

“Oh… um thanks for being a fan” Clark smiled.

“I can't believe I'm really meeting you” You happily said.

“Superman we need to talk,” Sam said.

He followed your grandfather to a private area and Lois is there. They start to talk about what is going on.

“What do you mean, Y/N has powers?” Clark asked.

“Not the same powers as you. It seemed powers like John Constantine, would have but his powers actually appeared all over his body. Jon was hurt but he saved him” Lois said.

“How did he even get magic?” Clark asked.

“I have no idea, I thought you would know. Go change, the boys need you right now” Lois said.

“It will be okay,” Clark said.

Clark hugged his wife and kissed her on the lips. Clark tells Sam, what Tal-Rho wants to do. They talked for a while then Clark changed clothes then went to see you and your brothers. You start to tell him what happened and Clark asks questions about the powers, but you don't know what to say. Then Clark went to talk with Jon and he hugged his son tightly.

——-

You are lying in your bed and your dad walked in. He sits on the edge of the bed and before he can say a word, you said something first.

“Are you and mom going to send me away?” You asked.

“What makes you think that we would send you away?” Clark asked.

You sit up and you struggle to say something at first, but he waits for you to say something.

“Because I have powers and it's my fault that Jon got hurt,” You said in a low voice.

“Y/N, we love you and we will never send you away. You are our son and we will never abandon you. And it's not your fault that Jon got hurt. He doesn't blame you, Y/N. This is new to us and we will get through this together” Clark smiled.

“Thanks, dad” You said.

Your dad hugged you tight and you believe what he said to you.

“Go to sleep, it's late,” Clark said.

“I’m not tired,” You said.

“Nice, try. Y/N, go to sleep it's written on your face that you are tired” Clark said

“Goodnight,” You said.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Clark said.

You lie down and you watch your dad turn off the light and leave. You close your eyes and you start to fall asleep.

✬ ✫ ✯ ✫

Clark just told you and your brothers that he is Superman. He picked up a truck, Jon and Jordan were in shock but not you.

“Y/N, you don't seem impressed,” Lois said.

“I saw dad, use his powers before and I saw his suit in the closet. The glasses are not a good disguise” You said.

“How come you didn't say anything?” Jordan asked.

“You and Jon wouldn't believe me. One time, I saw dad use his ice breath to put out the fire in the barn. I don't want to wear my underwear on the outside, no offense dad” You said.

“Y/N, I’m not asking you to wear your underwear on the outside. So that means, I have magic and I have the same powers as you?” You said.

“So, cool I have the same powers like dad” Jon grinned.

“Do I have powers?” Jordan asked

“We don't know yet,” Lois said.

“Sorry, I’m late I had to deal with something in hell,” John Constantine said.

He appeared through a magic portal. Clark introduced John to you and your brothers. Then John lights his cigarette and he stares at you.

“Why is he here?” You asked.

“He has magic and he will people with it. We don't know anything about magic and we thought that he could help you” Clark said.

“He is old and smells bad,” You said.

“Y/N, don't say that. That is rude” Lois said.

Your brothers couldn't help to laugh.

“And you still wet the bed,” John said.

“Whatever, old man,” You said.

“You two be nice. And try not to go hard on my son” Clark said.

“I can't promise anything. Let's get started” John said

Your family watches John use his magic. You try to use your magic but nothing is coming out of your hands. But he laughed then he hit you with your magic and you fell to the ground.

“John! I told you not to be hard on my son!” Clark yelled.

John used his magic to stop your parents from interfering.

“I know what I'm doing!” John yelled.

“Don’t hurt them!” You yelled.

You are walking forward towards him. Then a powerful magic arua starts to come out of your hands. Then everyone witnessed a dark magic book appear in front of you. It turned to the page on what magic to use

“How did you make that book come to you?” John asked.

You read the magic words and used the magic to hurt John. But he was quick to block your magic with his magic. You tried again but he blocked it again. Then he stopped and he tried to get the book but the book moved closer to you.

“Boy, you do have any idea what book you have!?” John said very loud.

“No. It's my first time seeing it” You said.

“That book is called Darkhold and it's connected to you. Study that book from start to end. contained spells, formulas, and information on how to create machines to harness energy from other dimensions, Study the book” John said.

“Wow, that is a lot,” You said.

You hold the book and you won't let him read it. John explained what kind of magic you have to your parents. Lois isn't happy about you having chaos magic and she doesn't want you to have magic. But she won't stop loving you and Clark will feel the same way. Later, John teaches you how to summon your magic and how to control it.

———-

You haven't been studying the Darkhold magic book. You are playing catch with your brothers in the barn. You and Jon are trying to help Jordan activate his powers. Jordan tried to pick the tractor but he couldn't do it.

“I guess i don't have super strength,” Jordan said

“Try throwing the football far?” You said.

“I can try,” Jordan said.

Jon laughed because he knew that Jordan couldn't throw the football.

“I can throw a football,” Jordan said

“Yeah, right. But go ahead and you will miss” Jon laughed.

You throw the football at your brother but with force. He didn't catch the ball and the ball went through the wall.

“Mom and dad are going to ground you forever,” Jon said.

“Why you didn't catch the ball!?” You yelled.

“You didn't throw it straight!” Jordan yelled.

You tried to use your magic to fix the hole, but you opened a portal for a few seconds but it closed.

“What was that!?” Jon yelled

“I don't know, I’m still figuring out my powers,” You said.

Again you used your magic and you fixed the hole. You are smiling about it because you won't get in trouble. But you started to play with your brothers again, they kept throwing the ball at each other so you wouldn't catch it. But you used your magic to catch the ball and you are happy about it.

“That’s cheating,” Jon said.

“You are just slow” You teased

They started to chase you and you started to run fast. Lois and Clark are outside talking and you run toward them, but Jon uses his speed to catch up to you. He tried to get the ball but you won't let go, then Clark and Lois made him let go. He got in trouble but not you and they made you and your brothers go back inside the house.

[plant-based-feeder]

At first, you thought I was just a guy who liked bigger girls.

I let you eat whatever you want, and never told you that you’ve had too much.

I loved your curves, and was happy to help you add to them.

We went on cute dates, with chocolate, flowers, and even cute gifts to show that I loved you.

We were active. We went to the gym, loved going on vacations, and always went out on the weekends.

After a few month, you had changed from a curvy girl with a big ass and tits with a slimmer waste into a chunky girl with an ass that jiggles with every step and a belly that always seems to form a muffin top.

Then, the day came when I admitted that I was a feeder. You loved me, so you decided to go along with it.

Now whenever we get food, I always add an extra entree, or dessert, or at least make sure you get snacks afterwards.

I don’t just love your curves. I want to see you expand. I love the stretch marks, and the cellulite, and the new rolls forming all over your body.

Every date turned into a buffet trip. No more flowers or chocolate. Just me delivering plate after plate to my porky girl until she can’t even squeeze herself out of the booth.

Every activity now revolved around making sure you were fed. Every vacation was now just an opportunity for me to fly you to a new city with new restaurants to try. Our weekend club visits turned into us getting wasted and ordering 5 pizzas for you to stuff down your gullet. The gym wasn’t even an option anymore.

You were already fat before we started this feedism thing, but now you were straight up obese. You were wide, with a shelf of an ass and a belly that had grown down past your fupa. You were easily five hundred pounds. You could barely walk twenty feet without getting winded, and I’m pretty sure you hadn’t drank anything but coke and milkshakes in months.

At this point, you were fully into this feedism thing. You wanted it just as bad as I did. We talked for hours about how big you could get, what meals you would eat, and how hot it was to destroy your body like this.

Finally, we decided it was time to go all in. All you wanted to do was gain weight, so that’s all you would have to do from now on.

You no longer ate meals. Every day just consisted of a torrential onslaught of food that I would force down your throat from the time you woke up until you fell into a food coma.

All we wanted was to see you gain. Folds on top of folds, stretch marks across your entire body, and a triple chin that covered your entire neck.

No more dates, just feedings. We would get creative. Sometimes I would force feed you until you were just a morsel of food away from popping. Other times I would let you eat an entire cake off your massive belly while I ate you out.

At this point, you never left the house. You could barely walk, so why bother. No clubs, no gym, no vacations. Just the inside of our house and a mountain of food.

You were absolutely, grotesquely massive. It was a miracle that you could still move at all. You were so fat that you covered our queen size bed from corner to corner. You massive tits spilled over the sides of your belly, and your fupa was now as large as your belly was when this all started.

You were gorgeous, but not perfect.

One day, while you were locked away in your food coma, I brought in a machine. A large container with a tube. As you slept, I slowly inserted the tube down your throat and into your stomach. Then, with one flip of the switch, your fate was sealed. You awoke with a jolt, grabbing at the hose with a panicked look in your eyes, but soon you realized what was happening. Our eyes met, and I knew that this is what you wanted.

For however long you would live after this point, there was never a moment you weren’t packed to bursting. Your belly was now so accustomed to being full that it ballooned up above you like a deep red mountain, weighing heavy on your insides. At this point, your mind was so focused on how close you were to bursting that you could no longer think for yourself.

It was pure bliss

[ramayantika]

Since I am newly nineteen now, here are 18 things I learnt hehe

1. Sometimes life is shit but you got to hold on with all your blood, sweat and tears, with hopes still illuminating your eyes in the darkest night, because better days do come. My world did not end when I did not crack those entrance exams and saw the house be so disappointed with me. Another course and college chose me, and I found my calling and happiness.

2. Grinding is needed. Youth demands hardwork if you want to make it big, but listen fucking listen to your body and rest at times. Your dream life will never let you enjoy if you do not have the health for it. Exercise, be hydrated, eat and sleep well. As students, I understand it gets hard at times, but try maintaining a habit slowly. It pays well later.

3. It is okay to not know shit about what you want in life. If you know, amazing! If you do not, good, because life is going to surprise you with some real amazing things. You will find your story. Wait.

4. For young girls, for my younger self, you are amazing, smart, talented, wanted, admired and a beautiful human. You can be anything you want, and no matter what the world says about you, what your family says about you, you absolutely have the power to build and live the life you want for yourself. It's hard, but it can be done.

5. Just because you are naturally a quiet and reserved person, it doesn't mean you are boring, less confident and no fun. You value your energy and people. It's good. You are a good listener and a good observer. People need listeners too and your observation skills do actually help you socially when needed.

6. Just because you are extroverted, it doesn't mean you are loud, cringe and irresponsible. Heck the quiet ones like me need you all and of course we do need someone to keep the party and conversation interesting. But even then, you can absolutely be vulnerable and have someone to share your mind and heart too.

7. Follow your HOBBIES!!!! dancing, painting, singing, writing, sports etc whatever is your pick, keep doing it. You need them. You don't have to monetize it or be so skillful to make a job out of it. You can follow it because you love it and it makes you happy and not because you must make a career out of it. Life gets busy, and even difficult at times. Hobbies will help you take you mind off from difficult things. Do it for 15 mins or 30 or even an hour. But DO IT.

8. For young people, do NOT get into romantic relationships because everybody else is getting in to. Life doesn't comprise of romantic relationships. Learn to build and value friendships, relationships with classmates, older people (relatives, teachers, seniors) and with people near and around you.

9. Money is needed and money does help buy happiness. You get to watch your movies, buy your favourite pizza/momos/biryani, go to your fav cafe, buy books and art supplies, buy that lip gloss or that new shoes model with money. Paisa bhai sab kuch nahi hai yes but paisa bahut kuch hai.

10. Cherish little moments of peace and find gratitude for the things that you have. You are alive, you get to do art, play a sport, read that fanfic on the internet, afford eating at a good restaurant, afford an education etc. There is still so much you need but at least you get to have some good things in life. Some don't and have to struggle immensely for things which we have.

[try-set-me-on-fire]

hello I am a slut for forehead kisses so may I request that prompt if it inspires? 🥺

I know I said reunion kiss was next but I have conflicting ideas about that one and this popped into my head and google doc nearly fully formed, so here you go. On ao3 here!

By the time Eddie has locked his car and is bolting up the stairs so fast he very nearly trips and eats shit, he’s 23 minutes late.

“Sorry, Cap,” he says, trying not to sound out of breath and discretely tugging wrinkles out of his uniform. “Water main burst near Chris’ school, must have happened after I left the house ‘cause I didn’t get any traffic alerts.”

Bobby snorts. “As your captain I have to say ‘try to be punctual next time,’ but as someone who also lives in Los Angeles… it happens.”

Eddie sighs in agreement and slides onto one of the bar stools. At least it’s not a day where they got called out immediately, he’d feel terrible if he arrived and everyone was already out on the truck. A coffee mug — Eddie’s favorite at the station, a deep speckly green handmade number somebody had found at a farmer’s market — lands next to him, along with a familiar warm presence at his side. He smiles as he looks up at Buck.

“Hello, husband,” Buck says, grin so bright Eddie thinks he might be bioluminescent if they turned off all the lights.

“Hi, husband,” Eddie says, figuring he’d probably glow in the dark, too.

-

Eddie supposes he’s probably had more eventful 72 hour time spans in his life, though he’s hard pressed to remember one where the majority of the events were this good. It’s not like it started fantastic, his shoulder still hurts like hell from landing on it when the factory floor went out from under them, and there were the three horrifying hours where no one could find Buck and it felt like the world was ending. He hadn’t kept his cool very well, he’ll admit it, and he’s fully expecting teasing to set in any time now that they’ve had a few days and Buck is perfectly fine.

They’d found him in a little pocket in the debris two floors down, not a scratch on him. He’d lost his radio, but otherwise he was sort of just waiting around. Legs crossed, hands behind his head, chill as anything. He could have been at the goddamn beach.

And he’d looked at Eddie, a happy little smile on his face, and said “I knew you’d find me,” and Eddie — who’s lungs hadn’t been working right since he’d tried to call Buck on the radio and got silence in return — had kissed him instead of saying I always will.

And when they’d got back to the station he’d gone ahead and said it out loud, too, and I don’t know how to be without you and I love you, I’ve loved you for so long and move in with me and marry me, we should get married, please marry me.

Buck’s knuckles had been almost creaking with how tight they’d been gripping the sleeves of Eddie’s uniform. “Why? I mean- we haven’t- you never- how could you want that? It’s me, I-“ he’d laughed, trying to make it into a joke. “Won’t you get sick of me?”

“I want to share my whole life with you,” Eddie had said, and then laughed a little breathless. “And Buck, I- I think we already do. Your toothbrush is in my bathroom and I have a green lawn chair because you said it looked like a frog and- and you fixed the holes in my wall and you’re raising my son. We share- my house feels most like a home when you’re there. So. You can be there, forever, if you want. You want a couch? I have a couch. You like my couch.”

Buck had laughed, tears in his eyes, kissed him again, and said “I love your couch.”

So Friday evening they’d been sitting on the aforementioned couch as best friends eating pizza and drinking beer, and Sunday morning they’d got married, and had an all day long party in their backyard with people dropping in and out whenever they weren’t at work or had other places to be and Eddie had smiled so big and laughed so hard his cheeks still ache, and Sunday night he’d had sex with a man for the first time. He, Eddie Diaz, had sex with Buck (who’s last name is now sort of a toss up until he decides how he wants to change it, a process that turns out comes with a lot more paperwork and waiting than a marriage license). Not even just sex- Buck fucked him into the mattress so hard Eddie thinks he may have had some sort of religious experience. He came so hard he got a little mad about it after. Like. Is this what it’s supposed to be like? He could have been having sex this good the whole time? Buck had laughed at him, loud but not unkindly.

He’d learned what it’s like to sleep in a bed beside the man that he loves. Buck is warm and his feet are cold and he is delightfully solid and unmovable. He snores, especially when he curls up in his sleep, but Eddie has spent years sleeping in a big shared room in a fire station and years before that falling asleep in a war zone, so it doesn’t bother him. This morning they’d woken up holding hands even though they hadn’t gone to sleep like that, and Eddie is in love, in love, in love.

-

Sometime about halfway through their first shift as a married couple they’re called to a car gone over a cliff in the hills. It’s not gone very far over the cliff, and is resting on stable ground, and the occupant inside seems more shaken up than anything, but someone’s still got to get in a harness, and like usual that person is Buck.

Eddie can feel Chimney smirking off to the side as he triple checks Buck’s harness and line, but this is something Eddie always does and not a new feature of some sort of honeymoon phase. Buck’s life is precious, has been since the beginning, he’d never risk it with something as preventable as an improperly secured strap. Back last year, when Buck had been in the coma, it had been the one thing he’d not felt guilty about. The harness had caught him. Eddie had triple checked it. He always has and he’s not going to stop now.

"Be careful,” he says, darting in to give him the quickest kiss he thinks he can get away with. So, that part is new, sue him.

Buck's eyes get wide, and then he nods very solemnly. "I will," he promises, looking at Eddie for another long minute before he goes over the side.

To his left Bobby lets out a huff of air, and he's making a face and shaking his head when Eddie turns to investigate. Eddie raises an eyebrow.

"It's that easy?" Bobby gestures down the side of the cliff, amused. "I should have had one of you marry him ages ago."

Eddie laughs, and turns back to keep an eye on the line.

-

“We’re going to the roof,” Eddie says, after they’re back at the station. “For fifteen minutes,” he concedes to Bobby’s raised eyebrows. “To engage in strictly pg13 activities,” a final plea.

Bobby sighs, and Hen cackles as he waves a defeated hand at them to go ahead. Eddie hooks his arm through Buck’s and they stumble up the stairs side by side, laughing like they’re getting away with something.

-

They only got twelve minutes before the alarm rang again, and it was non stop after that till the end of the shift. Eddie’s shoulder is almost too stiff to move at this point, and Buck looks dead on his feet.

“You wanna just come home with me?” He asks, leaning on the locker next to Buck’s as he changes.

“Uh…” Buck looks tempted when he emerges from his t-shirt, hair all ruffled, but then he shakes his head. “Nah, we took both cars for a reason, I should go grab stuff from the loft.” The logistics of very suddenly moving in together are still working themselves out. Eddie thinks he could probably push — Buck practically lived with him before, anyway, what could be at the loft that he would miss so terribly it couldn’t wait another night? — but they’d planned their day like this so they could both go on Chris’ beach day field trip tomorrow without having to squeeze packing around it.

“Alright,” he agrees, though he can’t help feeling a little reluctant about it. He hasn’t been apart from Buck for more than an hour since he’d been lost in a pile of rubble, and he doesn’t really want to go separate ways now. He leans in for a kiss, and the way Buck smiles into it might be able to tide him over for just a little while. “I’ll go get the kid. See you at home.”

“Okay. Goodbye, husband,” Buck says, a little sparkle back in his tired eyes.

“Bye, husband,” Eddie laughs, soft, kissing him again.

-

There’s three unpacked boxes pushed to the side of the living room and two others empty by the recycling, contents dispersed around the house. By mutual, exhausted decision they’d agreed to deal with the rest some other time and collapsed into bed. They can’t even really make out properly, one or both of them yawning into it repeatedly until Eddie laughs and rolls onto his back, setting his alarm for the morning and settling more comfortably under the covers.

“Night, Buck,” he breathes, leaning onto his pillow to kiss his cheek. “I love you.”

Buck does the little smile with startled-wide eyes he’s done every time Eddie’s said it so far. “I love you, too. Uh- sweet dreams.”

And that should be that, another happy night of wedded bliss, but the thing that Eddie knows and kind of forgot is that after a long and hectic shift Buck gets a little restless no matter how tired he is, brain running overtime, so after trying to wait out his tossing and turning and yawning Eddie eventually sighs, turns the bedside lamp back on, and pokes him in the side.

“What’re you thinking about?”

Buck frowns at him. "Eddie. What if I die in my sleep?"

He doesn’t think it’s a real question, but it still makes his stomach lurch a little. "Why would you do that?"

Buck makes a face. "I wouldn't mean to."

"I mean- why are you afraid of that?"

Buck frowns harder. “I don’t know. I heard once you yawn because you’re falling asleep and your brain thinks you're dying, so it tries to get you a burst of oxygen to save you.”

“Okay, but- you’re not actually dying.” Eddie reaches a clumsy hand under the covers till it collides with Buck’s chest, where his heart is somewhere inside beating steady. “You’re okay. Just tired.”

Buck nods, but he hasn’t stopped frowning. “What if you die in your sleep?”

Eddie hums, shuffling onto his side to face Buck more fully. “I don’t plan to.”

“Okay,” Buck says, trusting Eddie’s word even in a hypothetical he would in actuality have no control over. “What if Bobby dies? Or- or anybody. What if… a meteor destroys the station and we can’t go to work?”

Eddie snorts, and then feels bad about it until he sees Buck grin a tiny bit. “I think we’d still have jobs, Buck. They’d rebuild the station, we might all just have to work at different houses for a while.” Buck frowns again, and Eddie winces at introducing this new worry. “Hey. If a meteor destroys our station I promise I will beg on hands and knees to get transferred to the same place as you.”

Buck laughs, just a small exhale of air through his nose. “Feel like you might wanna stay upright. They might cite professionalism and all that.”

“Okay,” Eddie says, kissing his cheek. “I will beg on two feet to stay by your side whenever I can, as long as I can.”

“Alright,” Buck says, a little choked. He slings an arm over Eddie’s side and settles in close against him, and Eddie thinks that might be it until he says, very quietly, “What if I’m not a good husband to you?”

“Oh, Buck.” This question is a real question, the one that was hiding behind all the others. “You're doing pretty great so far.”

“It’s been like two days.” Muffled, somewhere around Eddie’s collarbone.

“Yeah, and they’ve been a pretty great two days.” He drags his hand around Buck’s ribs, everything made soft sandwiched by blanket and sleep shirt. “I asked you to marry me because I wanted to be married to you. I wanted- you to be married to me. My husband.”

“Yeah, that’s usually why people ask that question,” Buck mumbles, not, apparently, in the mood to easily accept comfort. “But what if-“

“Are you afraid of me?”

“What?” Buck reels back in surprise to look at him. “No. Of course not.”

“Then why are you scared I’ll change my mind?” Eddie can feel the raised line of a scar on Buck’s back through his shirt. The one from getting tossed from the board the first time he’d gone surfing, Eddie’s pretty sure, years before they met. “I won’t. I’m not going to get tired of you, I’m not going to leave you behind, you’ll never be too much for me. You-“ Eddie takes a breath, tries to get his thoughts in order. “You make my life better by being in it, and that has always been true, and you know we’ve gone through some shit before. Even… even when you were suing the city because you were a lonely little idiot and I was pissed at you because I was a mean little idiot, all I wanted was to be by your side. When I was bleeding out in the street I just wanted to be with you. When you were- when you were dead on that ladder I’d have done anything-“ Eddie exhales, hard. Buck is on his left side, birthmark buried in the pillow, so Eddie has to snake his hand up to tilt his head for access to it. They’ve only been able to kiss each other for a tiny handful of days, but it doesn’t feel new, really, when he presses his lips to the pink blotches of skin. “I don’t know how else to explain it to you, but I will keep trying every day for the rest of our lives, if you’ll let me.”

Buck kisses him, hard, holds him tight. “I- yeah, I-,” another kiss, slower. “As long as I can- I’ll tell you, too, I- I’ve never been anywhere I’ve felt- it’s so easy to be here, in your- in our home.” Buck’s fingers find Eddie’s scars, twin bullet holes, touching them so reverently he thinks the scars might heal right up and vanish. “You make me-“ He kisses Eddie’s cheek, up by his eye, his nose, right between his eyebrows. “I don’t know how to say it. If you try every day, can I try, too?”

“Anytime,” Eddie vows. “Every day, anytime you want.”

“Alright,” Buck says, tail end of the word getting swallowed by another yawn. Eddie kisses his forehead again, or maybe just smiles against it. “I love you, Eddie. So much.”

“So much, too.”

It’s a little bit of a stretch to be able to turn the light off again with Buck still wrapped around him, but he gets it on the second try. He’s not sure how well he’ll be able to fall asleep tangled together like this, but that’s fine. Buck is warm. His feet, where they’re bumped here and there into Eddie’s legs, are cold. They breathe in, and on this inhale are entirely synched. There’s no place he’d rather be.

[angelbaby-fics]

Hi love, how are you! I haven’t been on tumblr much lately but I still love you and your work!! I’ve been dealing with some tough stuff with my health and have been little a lot more lately. Would you write Cg!Ransom as just turning into a melted fit of mush for the reader?Just like absolutely spoiling them and doing whatever they want when they don’t feel good?

Love,

🐣

Daddy's Day Off

Word Count: 750

A/N: Aww hello angel! I'm glad to hear from you again & I hope you're always doing alright 💕 eeep I love Ransom so much, especially in the cold months I just want to cling to him hehehe 💕

It was a busy day full of stressful meetings and Ransom was not at all pleased about it. As much as he loved being extravagantly rich, the people he had to deal with on a daily basis almost made it not worth it. Almost. One thought of you, your bright eyes and contagious smile, and Ransom was reminded that he’d go through hell just to make that happen. He checked the time on his phone, just an excuse to look at the background image really. It was a picture of you and him, a selfie he had taken while you were curled up with him on the couch - he smiled at the camera, but your loving gaze was locked on him. Every time he saw this picture it reminded him what he did it all for.

He couldn’t do it today though, he just couldn’t. You’d had a nightmare earlier, screaming yourself out of slumber in the wee hours of the morning. The rest of the night was spent with you curled up against his chest and him hardly sleeping, dutifully keeping watch on you to make sure you stayed at peace. It broke his heart to close you out of his home office that morning, your rejected face echoing through his head as he tried to focus on today’s planner entries. All he wanted was to be finished with this stupid workday and to spend the rest of it with you. Your love was the only thing that could relieve his stress after a long day of dealing with a bunch of a-holes. Yes, he needed his baby just as much as you needed him. 

To hell with it. Ransom sent a short email to his assistant to cancel all his meetings as he needed to take a personal day. With that, he shut his laptop and tossed his work phone into his desk drawer, nearly slamming it shut. He was so eager to get away from all this and just relax with you. When he opened his office door, he almost expected you to still be there looking up at him with tearful eyes, but like the brave and independent baby he’d raised you to be, you had already begun trying to distract yourself until Ransom was finished with work. 

You knew Ransom didn’t like distractions when he was in work-mode, so although you’d rather spend the day curled up with him just as you’d spent last night, you took it upon yourself to keep occupied. That’s how Ransom found you on the floor of the living room, the massive flatscreen tv playing a marathon of Bluey episodes above you. Every color of crayon was scattered all around you, a pile of already finished drawings stacked upon the coffee table. At the sound of Ransom’s heavy footsteps, your head shot up from your picture of a cat in a garden.

“Daddy, you finished already?” You asked hopefully.

“Daddy got a surprise day off, baby!” He replied, scooping you up into his arms. 

“What are we gonna do?” You asked, looking up at him with more love in your eyes than Ransom thought he deserved in his whole lifetime. 

“Anything you want, babydoll. I’m all yours.” Ransom carried you to the giant sofa, keeping you pressed against his firm chest as he swaddled the two of you together in a big plush throw blanket. 

He handed you the remote, happy to sit through any cartoon or cheesy musical if it meant making you happy. When he heard your tummy rumble after a while, Ransom grabbed the house phone and ordered your favorite pizza, without even needing to ask if you wanted it. He knew you better than he even knew himself. He helped you eat your pizza as you watched tv, something you rarely got to do at the same time. When you finished eating, he carried you to the kitchen to get you dessert and a bottle, not wanting to put you down for even a second.

Hours later, the credits on your second movie of the day were crawling across the screen, and Ransom was sure you were fast asleep, when suddenly he heard your tiny voice muffled through the blankets and his comfy thick sweater.

“Dada?” You asked, even smaller than you’d been this morning.

“What’s up, babydoll?” He whispered down to you.

“You gotta get a day off more often.” You mumbled, drifting into sleep.

“I will, baby. I will.”

[alittlepudge-neverhurtnobody]

kinktober #3

Date Night 🍾 / Creepy Cookies 🍪

Then

“Oh, just finish it,” cajoles Satine, pushing the remnants of her pizza his way. “All you could talk about on the way over was how much you wanted pizza.”

“Before I ate a whole one myself!” he retorts from the other side of the coffee table. They’re toasting the end of midterms in Satine’s living room, an empty bottle of red between them and a second waiting unopened in the wings. They started at opposite ends of the couch, but the further they got into the wine, the farther they migrated onto the floor. “What am I, one of your people?”

“Oh, come off it,” she says, leaning over to swat at him. “You don’t have to be one of my people to eat what makes you happy.”

He gives a rueful laugh. “With my appetite? If I ate everything I wanted to, I’d be the size of a house.”

Satine coughs, halfway through a sip of wine. “Well,” she rasps, “why don’t you, then?”

He stares at her, his brow creasing. “Why don’t I — ah, because I’d be the size of a house?”

“Okay,” says Satine, feeling wild. “So? Would it be worth it, if you enjoyed yourself?”

A deep flush is rising in his cheeks. “So I should just sit around eating pizzas until I’m two hundred kilos, then?”

Satine sets her wineglass down a bit too hard. “Is that—is that something you want?” 

He busies himself with the second bottle of wine, trying unsuccessfully to break the seal with a nubby fingernail. Satine gives him approximately five seconds of grace before sliding closer and poking him in the ribs. “Ben! Of all people you can tell me if it is. I’m the last person who can judge you.”

The smile he offers her is tight, self-conscious. “Well — not two hundred kilos, at any rate. I just mean — of course I want to eat that way. But if I let myself, I would never stop, and I’d like to be able to fit into a chef’s coat.”

She squints at him. “You’d never stop? It’s not as if you’ll gain two hundred kilos overnight if you have one big meal.”

“But that’s the thing!” he bursts out, and she sits back, surprised. “I know myself. I know how I feel about — this. I would enjoy it too much. I’d never eat normally again. You’d be rolling me out of the kitchen before you knew it.”

He still isn’t looking at her, his gaze trained firmly on his knees, and she pokes him until he glances at her and puts a steadying hand on his shoulder. “Ben. Listen to me. Even if you ate like that for a month, you wouldn’t hit two hundred kilos. You might need new pants” — he cracks a smile— “but you’d have plenty of time before then to decide if you wanted to go that far. Gain ten kilos and see if you like it. Gain twenty. See how it feels and reevaluate. It’s not an all or nothing kind of thing.”

She pats his shoulder awkwardly and settles back beside him. “Besides, don’t be daft. They make chef’s coats up to at least an 8X. You’ll have plenty of room.”

His smile widens infinitesimally. “Oh, you’ve looked, have you?”

“Of course.” 

Now

“So this is what your people call date night, is it?” asks Obi-Wan, a mischievous glint in his eye, and Satine makes a face at him.

“If I call it a date, will you stop looking so self-satisfied?”

“Unlikely,” he says, and she swats at him with the arm that isn’t looped through his.

“Besides,” she says, “this is a necessary outing. Your shirts can hardly reach around you anymore. It’s getting indecent.”

“Yes, I’m sure you’re wildly concerned about my indecencies.”

“I should be. I’m the one they inconvenience most.”

He laughs, and she allows herself a little smile at her own expense. She’ll miss seeing his overtaxed shirt buttons and straining seams, but she’s also fairly sure that he’ll continue to press the limits of whatever new clothes they purchase tonight. 

It’s a crisp fall evening, just minutes from rain, and they’re using the weather as an excuse to hide behind turned-up collars and scarves as they make their way down Bond Street. Satine’s pale hair is braided back and covered by a silk kerchief, and she’s dressed entirely in navy and grey, a far cry from the jangling colors she chooses for Bake-Off. Obi-Wan’s beard has grown out some, ever redder the longer it gets, and she suspects he’s already heavier than he was this past series. She’s not shy about diverting attention if she has to, but it would be nice to have one night that’s just for them.

She steers him into a boutique a few storefronts down, and he raises an eyebrow at her as they step inside. “Big spender,” he remarks, and Satine preens for a moment. 

“I called in a favor.”

She approaches the girl at the counter while Obi-Wan stops to peruse a selection of richly colored ties laid out in a sunburst on one display table.

“Is Cordé in, please?” she asks, and the girl’s face lights. 

“Oh, yes, ma’am. Just a moment.” She hurries into the back room and returns accompanied by a fine-featured young woman with wide brown eyes. Her hair is the same chestnut brown as Padmé’s, but it’s cut in a short, chic bob rather than twisted into one of Padmé’s elaborate updos. Draped around her neck is an orange measuring tape that looks perfectly in tune with her structured white blouse and royal blue wide-legged trousers. 

“Satine, yes?” she says, a wisp of Scottish accent on the words, and Satine nods, extending a hand. Cordé’s nails are painted the same orange as her measuring tape. “Cordé. Lovely to meet you; I’ve heard quite a lot from Padmé.” She winks, and Satine feels her cheeks color. Padmé’s extensive web of stand-ins, stunt doubles, and fellow actors from Amidala have dispersed from child-starship all over Europe like so much dandelion fluff, and although they don’t all look quite as identical up close, they all share a sense of humor tempered by consummate professionalism, and Satine can see immediately that Cordé is regarding the two of them with the same unspoken, indulgent amusement as Padmé does.

She’s one of your people, Padmé had texted her after confirming they were all set for this evening. I told her that you two have a hard time toning it down even on international television and she said that’s fine. She won’t be weird about it and she consents to being privy to it, so no worries there.

You’re the worst, Satine had sent back. Thank you.

She agreed, by the way, added Padmé, and Satine could practically hear the smugness in her voice. She’s seen the show.

THANK YOU, GOOD NIGHT.

“Thank you so much for accommodating us,” she says now, gesturing to Obi-Wan and holding out her hand for him to join her. “This is Ben, my — my friend.”

Cordé has clearly been briefed on the decades of backstory behind the word, because she looks unfazed even as Satine fidgets and fixes her hair and Obi-Wan glances around the shop conspicuously. “Pleased to meet you as well, Ben. If you’ll follow me, I’ve set aside one of our private fitting rooms for you.”

Both of Obi-Wan’s eyebrows jump up this time, and he flashes an incredulous look at Satine. She gives a secretive little smile and tugs him along. 

“You have our utmost discretion,” Cordé assures them as she leads them through a door to a secluded sitting area full of mirrors, bolts of fabric, and cloth dummies of varying sizes. “Aaré at the desk is my apprentice; she’s a bit young, but you can trust her.”

“Thank you,” says Satine, pulling off her coat and setting her bag down on one of the plush chairs. “We really do appreciate it.”

“Ben,” says Cordé. A delicate gold chain winks in the hollow of her throat. “I understand you’re in the market for a few new pieces. What did you have in mind?”

Obi-Wan drapes his coat beside Satine’s, and one of his hands automatically jumps to smooth at the buttons of his shirt. He’s wearing a sweater, which makes the involuntary movement even more obvious. “Well, I think a few new dress shirts are in order.”

“And trousers,” Satine puts in. “You could do with a bit more room than you have.”

A sheepish smile breaks across his face. “And trousers, as well. She’s right.”

Cordé nods. “All right then. Ben, if you could shed a few layers for me, I’ll get some measurements and we can get started.”

For the first time, Obi-Wan hesitates, and Satine wonders if his mind went the same place as hers: photographs splashed across the front page of The Sun of Ben Kenobi stripped to his drawers. 

Cordé also clearly shares Padmé’s foresight and apparent telepathy, because she adds, “You’re the only ones booked for tonight. Aaré might come back with a question, but she’s got strict instructions to knock first. We won’t be disturbed.”

Satine watches Obi-Wan let out a breath. “Thank you,” he murmurs, and he pulls off his sweater first, his plump belly flopping out over his belt. His collared shirt is next, and he undoes each button so slowly Satine is sure he’s trying to tantalize her, even though he’s still got an undershirt on beneath. His chin doubles against his chest as he reaches under his overhang for the last button, and as he shucks the collared shirt, it’s clear that even his undershirt is nearly outgrown; the hem creeps up the round bulk of his stomach, exposing the reddish-blond hair beneath his navel, and the sleeves and neckline are slack where Satine knows he’s had to rip the seams for his own comfort. 

He shoots her a sly grin and Satine blinks, realizing the force of her staring. “A little help?” he asks, gesturing to the button of his slacks. “It’s been a while since I could see over my belly.”

Satine swallows hard and steps closer, too flustered to have full control of her fine motor skills. She fumbles with the button for a moment, the heavy warmth of Obi-Wan’s stomach bearing down on her hands, and finally pops it free. He keeps his eyes on her as he steps out of his trousers, his belly jiggling with the movement until he’s standing in just his undershirt, boxers, and socks. His thick sweaters and tailored slacks go a long way toward smoothing the bumps and curves from his figure for the screen, but seeing him here — his chubby chest pushing at his cotton tee, his sides spilling over the waistband of his underwear, his wobbly thighs brushing against each other as he shifts his weight, the hefty curve of his backside, stretching the pattern of his boxer shorts a bit too thin. She catches her breath. She will behave. She will behave. She will behave. 

For her part, Cordé sits scrolling through her phone while all of this is going on. She looks utterly unfazed, as if middle-aged pâtissiers turned television hosts engage in kinky antics in her shop every day. 

“We’re, er.” Satine clears her throat. “We’re ready when you are, Cordé.”

Cordé tucks her phone back into her pocket and unfolds herself, unlooping her measuring tape from her neck. “All right, Ben, step over here if you will. Do you mind if I say the numbers aloud as I mark them down?”

“No,” says Obi-Wan, blinking. “No, I don’t mind.”

Cordé measures his neck, his wingspan, numbers that don’t mean terribly much to Satine. But the lower she moves — his arms, his waist, his hips, his thighs — the harder it gets to stand still.

“Arms, fifty centimeters,” murmurs Cordé, marking it off on a little notepad she’s materialized out of nowhere. “Waist, one hundred and twenty-two centimeters.”

One hundred and twenty-two! He’d been one hundred and twelve the last time he’d let Satine measure, just before filming had started for the last series. If he’d weighed around one hundred and twenty-five kilos then … she’d guess he’s put on ten to fifteen since, judging by how he’s growing out of his clothes.

“Hips, one hundred and thirty-nine centimeters.”

Obi-Wan is very pink. Satine supposes she must be as well.

“Thighs, eighty-one centimeters.”

The revelation that one of Obi-Wan’s thighs is the same distance around as Satine’s waist is so affecting that she nearly gasps. 

Obi-Wan chuckles. “And to think, the waist on the trousers I’ve been wearing is one hundred and fourteen. It’s a wonder I’ve been able to get them done up.”

“And no wonder you had to ask me to help get them off,” Satine chips in, sinking into a chair. She’d planned to take him to dinner afterward, and of course she will — it’s never a question of if she’ll feed him so much as to what degree — but they might need to delay their reservation a bit so she can get her hands on him.

Cordé straightens up from measuring Obi-Wan’s inseam and nods, coiling the tape in her hands. “Let me go grab a few things and we’ll see what you like.”

As the door closes behind her, Satine exhales in a rush. Obi-Wan’s blue eyes meet hers. “I hope you’ll appreciate me just as much in clothes that fit,” he teases.

She can’t throw herself at him fast enough.

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

illicit affairs | twenty two

*Ellie's POV*

It had been two weeks since we found our home, and life hasn’t shown any sign of slowing down. We had managed to sell my condo and Noah’s house within in a day of each other, and we finally closed the deal just a few days after that. I hadn’t much time to absorb any of what was happening but I felt incredibly lucky we were able to achieve this goal together. It also hadn’t sunk in how big of a step this was in our relationship, it was equal parts scary and exciting. 

Moving day was finally here and we were beyond ready to get into our home. We had spent most of our time decluttering, packing and eating way too much take out this week in preparation. I swear if I tripped over another moving box or had to eat another pizza I was going to lose it. Some of the guys had come up to visit us before heading on a fishing trip that Folio was dying to go on, so of course I put them to work first despite us hiring movers.

“Was that the last box of Liam’s?” Bryan asked as he wiped the sweat off his forehead. “It better be.” Folio whined, coming up behind him. “How many Lightning McQueens can one kid have?” “You just got here!” I scoffed as I entered the room, “also no such thing as too many Lightning McQueens.”

“Yeah dude, put some respect on the kings name.” Bryan added, almost offended at Folio’s remark. 

“Not my fault customs was crazy.” He replied, elbowing me in the side, causing me to shake my head. We had developed quite the brother/sister relationship over FaceTime and it was entertaining and annoying at the same time. I nudged him back, “then you can grab more boxes.” Folio rolled his eyes as he grabbed another box before heading into the hallway. Liams room was now empty so I walked back into the living room to see what was left, which was hardly anything. As much as I couldn’t wait to be in our home, it was such a bittersweet feeling to be leaving this place. I pictured myself being here for a long time, but then again I also never predicted Noah coming back into my life. In some way this was our first home together even it was for a short time. I felt Noah come up behind me, he wrapped his hand around my stomach as he gently kissed my shoulder.

“Ready?” I nodded as I felt tears prickle my eyes. “Yeah, I am.” “El…” Noah turned me around, wiping the one tear that escaped me. “What’s wrong?” “I’m sorry.” I sniffled, “this place just meant a lot to me, but I’m so ready to start our new chapter.” “Me too.” Noah assured me as we intertwined our hands together, walking towards the door. “This place brought us back together, I’ll miss it just as much.”

My stomach dropped watching Noah lock the door for the last time. I wanted to shake this unnerving feeling, what was happening was a such a blessing but selling my condo felt like I lost a part of my independence. I know Noah would never take that from me and it was something I just needed to get over. I didn’t say much on the drive to the house but the second I saw it, my negative thoughts vanished completely. My heart fluttered as I looked over at Noah who couldn’t control his happiness. Folio, Bryan, Davis and Jolly were standing on the lawn, all in Dad poses as they admired the house.

“I see you’re working hard.” I joked as I got out of the car. “I came up here to fish, look at some mountains and possibly find my own Canadian wife, alright?” Bryan said. “You did find one, you just blew it.” I snickered as I walked past them.

Bryan stopped dead in his tracks as his jaw dropped, “that was so fucking rude.” “You ghosted my friend, I’m allowed to roast you.” Everyone started to laugh as I went into the house. My knees almost gave out as I looked around and admired what was in front of me, I couldn’t wait to wake up tomorrow morning and make coffee in this kitchen. The movers were done pretty quickly and left us to begin our unpacking. Luckily they were nice enough to set up our bed and put our couch together. We sadly didn’t have a lot of furniture since Noah sold his home with all of his, and with me being in a condo I didn’t have enough to fill a house.  We agreed we’d do some furniture shopping before he headed back on tour. Ikea here we come. 

“So when do you think the studio will be ready?” Jolly asked as we all stood in the kitchen drinking beers and avoiding the heat. I was so thankful this house had air conditioning. “Probably after this tour.” Noah replied before taking a sip of his Celsius, “I just need to look for contractors and Matt needs to help me with the sound stuff. Once he gets here on Friday we can start doing planning.”

“Matt’s coming up here?” I spat out. My heart started to race and I felt everyones eyes on me as I asked my stupid question. I knew I’d have to see him eventually but I haven’t spoken to him since he left, so I don’t even know if he wants to see me.

Folio pursed his lips together, almost acting like a kid who was getting in trouble, “oh did Noah not tell you we’re throwing you a house warming party after we come back from fishing?” “News to me.” I muttered, bringing my beer up to my mouth and taking a longer swig than normal.

Noah mirrored Folios exact expression as he looked over at me, “I’m so sorry Ellie, we’ve been so busy with moving that I forgot to tell you.” All I could do was smile because I was still hung up on the idea of Matt being here with everyone. I know it was going to be impossible to avoid him considering he was part of the crew and I can’t let my issues with him cause any drama. I don’t know how awkward it was going to be being in the same room as your boyfriend and the guy you hooked up with during your break. My guess is pretty fucking awkward. 

“You ok?” The guys went to scope out Noah’s new recording space, so I decided to get a head start on some unpacking. I was in our bedroom looking for bed linens as Davis entered the room. I had to admit I never spent any one on one time with him so I was confused as to why he came looking for me. Honestly he was also a little intimating, he had this aura about him and had a stare that made my feet turn into concrete every time.

“Yeah.” I lied, opening up another box that was finally our bed sheets. I pulled them out and started to make the bed. Davis went to the other side of the bed and began to help me. I was still so confused on what his end game was here, but the help was nice. Trying to make a king size bed when you’re 5’1 wasn’t an easy task.

“Look, I know we haven’t really talked at all outside of the group, but…is Matt coming up here a problem?” “Kind of.” I sighed grabbing the duvet from another box, “I’m just annoyed that I’m letting this weigh on me so much because I’m happy with Noah and I’ve moved on.” “I know but him ghosting you has been the dumbest thing he’s done.” He added as he started putting cases on the pillows, fluffing them up before throwing them by the headboard. “If someone radio silenced me like he’s doing to you, I’d feel the exact same way you are.” “That’s what’s bothering me, is the unknown.” I sat down on the bed after we were done, sighing deeply. “I don’t know what will happen when he walks through that front door.” “Do you have any feelings for him?” “No.” I shook my head. “Me being with him made me realize how much I loved Noah still…I just wish I never jeopardized our friendship.” “I know, and you and Noah were made for each other.” He replied, leaning against the wall. “I’ve known Noah for a very long time, I’ve never seen him be so authentic with a women like he is with you.” “What do you mean?” “Noah is very private person and when he’s with someone he tends to put up a front because of who he is.” I was about to protest but Davis put his hand up, “you on the other hand never made him feel like that. You see Noah for who he is outside of bad omens and that’s so fucking rare for him. I never thought he’d be so committed to someone that he’d buy a house with them. So don’t worry about Matt. If he gives you any issues I’ll talk to him, don’t let him spoil your happiness.” “Thank you.” I replied, standing up to give him a hug. He sent me a soft smile before he left the room. I sunk back down onto the bed, my head falling back as I sighed deeply.  Friday night is going to be one for the books.

[confessionsofafuckingpervert]

Confession #32 - Pizza life

When I was 18-19 I delivered pizzas as a part time job. This is years before uber eats and shit, hell, it was even before smartphones, we had those Nokia brick phones back then.

I love pizza delivery porn, and it's all because of this moment in my job.

One night I delivered to a house out on the fringes of the shop's delivery radius. I remember it so well, a tall pale blue A frame house on the top of a hilly street, with a big, curved driveway. When I got to the door, 3 young girls answered the door. They were cute asf, paid me, and then one of them giggled and said, "you should come in, join us for a slice". I replied that I probably shouldn't, but maybe I could come back after my shift.

There was a pause and the girls looked at each other. There was definitely some silent communication going on, one of them seemed to be making the call, and then another looked me dead in the eyes and said coyly, "it's now or never..." and two of them walked away. The other girl, who had paid me the money gave me a expectant look...

Fuck it, I thought... And in I went.

I had a girlfriend at the time, but that didn't stop me, it never did.

They took me into the living room. Put the pizza down, put on some awful music and two of them started dancing. They had a bottle of vodka and were drinking from it and laughing. One girl, the one who had seemed to be making the call that they invite me in, sat on the couch. I was hesitant to sit down, but then one girl came over and put her arms around me from behind and started dancing. Then she moved us toward the couch and asked me if I thought her friend sitting down was hot.

They all were hot in their own way. I replied with a causal "yeah".

"It's her birthday."

I smiled at her and wished her happy birthday.

The other girl lent over the back of the couch and kissed her friend on the cheek and the said "sweet 16", and they all giggled. I freaked out for a second and then the girl behind the couch ran her hands along her friend's thighs, and looked at me and said "wanna taste?"

The girl dancing with me laughed a little and said, "you can eat the pizza, or you can eat something else..."

I broke away from her, and knelt down on to the floor in front of the couch and lent towards the birthday girl, running my hands along her thighs. She looked both worried and confused, but then bit her lower lip and trembled a bit. I lent in to kiss her mouth, then slid my fingers over the top of her leggings and whispered, "is this what you want?" sliding her leggings and panties down to her knees in one motion before she could answer. Her friends all cheered as I lifted her legs back, into the air, her pants around her knees, and sunk my tongue into her pussy, kissing it passionately, eating her little slit, licking at her clit, slurping as her juices began to flood my mouth. She arched her back and began to moan loudly. I looked up. Her friend was leaning over and feeling up her tits. The other was dancing and taking her top off behind me. She lent over and rubbed her tits on the back of my head. They cheered and told me to make her cum. I eat her sweet cunt and teased it with my fingers, while the other girls egged us on. Eventually, she came, and loudly. I moved up and kissed her and said happy birthday.

The other's cheered, and I asked, "so like, was this the plan?"

One of them said "Well, my parents are out, and we made a plan that if the Pizza guy is hot, we'd all fuck him". She put her arms around my shoulders, and said, "my turn". She pressed up against me, and we kissed.

I sat back onto the couch and she straddled me. I put my hands up her skirt and slid down under her, sliding her panties aside and lifting her onto my face. She gushed as I licked her pussy.

I felt the hand of the other two girls on my thighs, then on my cock through my jeans. I was so hard. They were undoing my pants, and taking them off and the girl on my face began to cum.

As she climbed off my face, I see the birthday girl between my legs looking up at my smiling as she's licking along my hard shaft. Then they all crowded around her, kneeling down as I got comfortable, and took turns sucking and licking the tip of my cock.

"oh my god, you're the hottest fucking sluts I've ever met"

They laughed and started making out with each other. Birthday girl deepthroated me, and my cellphone started ringing. I quickly answered, and it was my fucking boss.

"Hey? Where are you man?"

"Sorry bro, I'm having battery trouble, was just about to call you. I'm just organising a jump start from one of the neighbours..."

The girls quietly took turns deepthroating my shaft.

"The deliveries are piling up. I need you back"

"Yeah, sure, I should be back soon, but my headlights aren't working and the car won't start. I'll keep you updated".

"ok, I gotta go".

I hung up the phone, and the girls laughed again. "Good save", one said.

I lent forward and kissed the birthday girl and said "You want it inside you baby?"

I reached down to her wet pussy. Then lifted her onto the couch, took her pants all the way off and spread her legs. I could tell from her body language that she hadn't fucked before. I slid my cock along her pussy and asked if they had condoms. They said no. I smiled and said, "Ok, I'll cum on you, and they can lick it up..."

I leant forward and whispered into the Birthday girl's ear. "Is this your first time?" She whispered back "yeah". And as she said it, I slowly eased my cock into her. She arched her back and gasped as I began to fuck her slowly, deep long strokes into her wet teenage cunt.

I kissed her friends as they both watched me fuck her. They held her legs back and one rubbed her clit. I put my hand inside the panties of the third girl, the one I hadn't eaten out yet, and told her that it wouldn't be fair if she didn't get to cum too. We kissed and she moaned as her pussy got wetter and wetter around my fingers. I fucked the birthday girl harder now and her friend teased her clit more and she started to convulse with and loud orgasm.

My phone was blowing up, and I was on edge, so I pulled out and blew all over the birthday girl's belly. I grabbed the other girl's hair and pushed it towards the cum and told her to lick it up, and then answered the phone again. My boss was chewing me out about not being back yet. I watched this little girl lick up my cum and then start licking back and forth between my cock and her friend's clit. The other friend was making out with birthday girl.

I was only half listening to my boss. I waited for him to finish his complaining, and just said "Bro there's nothing I can do, I think my alternator is fucked, car won't start at all".

He said, ok, and that he'd have to make the deliveries for me, and for me to work it out. Whatever that meant...

I hung up the phone again, then gripped the hair of this girl and and pushed my cock into her mouth deeper, fucking her throat a bit and keeping my cock hard. Then I pushed her back onto the floor and slid her pants off and said, "it's your turn to cum". I buried my face in her bald teen cunt and ate her out. She was wet as fuck and moaned loudly, as her friends behind me came over to watch. One girl came around to sit on the coffee table, and was touching herself, birthday girl knelt next to me, watching up close, telling me to fuck her too. Then the girl touching herself on the table said, "fuck her little virgin pussy".

So I got my half hard cock and beat it on this girl's clit, and then pushed it into her tiny teenage hole. Fuck I got hard as fuck as I entered her. Her eye bulged and she gasped and reached up to grip my shoulders. Birthday girl started smacking my ass as I fucked her friend. "Fuck her harder" she said as I pumped her pussy on the floor. She was moaning and whimpering "Oh god" over and over again.

I motioned for the girl on the table to come to me, and she walked over and pushed her pussy against my mouth. She grabbed the back of my head as I licked her clit. The angle was awkward but I was just lost in ecstasy at this point. I lifted the girl off the floor, and stood up and then sat back onto the couch, with her riding my cock. I was so deep in her, and she rode me and then began to cum on my cock. I could feel her pussy clench as she came. I had to pull out, I was so close to the edge. I motioned for birthday girl to come over. She Knelt down and took my cock in her mouth, and I gripped her hair and pulled her head down and came into her throat.

I was done. I looked at the third girl as she came over to us. She climbed onto me as her friend slid off to the side. She was naked now, and she straddled me and said "me next", and I said, "Oh baby, I don't know if I can go again". I gripped her perfect teen tits and licked her nipples. I could feel the birthday girl's tongue on my balls, teasing my taint and nutsack.

I wanted to fuck her so bad but I wasn't getting hard again any time soon.

"That's not fair", she said, "you can't leave until you fuck us all".

We made out for a bit, and I think I got in my own head a bit about it, because I just couldn't get hard again, even though I was so turned on. I teased her clit with my fingers and got her all wet and eventually teased a hot orgasm out of her. The other two girls had started eating the pizza at this point.

I tried to get up, and this girl begged me to fuck her. "It's not fair, you have to fuck me, it's my house, you can't leave until you fuck all of us".

I was stroking my cock, trying to get hard. I kissed her pussy, breathed in the sweet teenage smell. Ran my nose along the wetness...

"please..." she whimpered.

The issue was I was only halfway there and she was so tiny and so tight, I knew that it would suck, so I said... "Let's just chill and I'll reload, and we can fuck later."

I looked at the time, I'd been there for an hour already.

Then birthday girl asks, "What time will your parent's be home". They all freaked out. "Oh shit, what time is it?"

Then a sigh of relief, "oh, we're good, probably not for another hour or so." I knew I wasn't gonna be ready to fuck in less than an hour, so I told them that I was going to go. Then I told the girl whose house it was that I could come back later when I'd finished my shift, if she wanted. I gave her my cell number. She didn't have one, back then most teens didn't have cellphones. I told them all that they could call me. We all got dressed. I told them that I could come back after midnight. She could sneak me into her room. She showed me the back entrance, and how to get to her bedroom from there. I kissed them all, and grabbed my shit and left as they started eating the now cold pizzas.

As I got halfway down the driveway to my car, her fucking parents came home. I waved and said high. They looked at me and asked who I was. I just send, I just delivered some pizzas. They smiled and said thanks and I got in my car and headed back to the shop.

When I got there, it was dead. The boss and the other driver had dealt with the busy rush and they seemed to believe my car trouble story. I told them I had driven back with no headlights, and asked them to wait around at the end of the night in case I needed another jump start.

They didn't make me deliver any more for the night. And the boss was nice, he let me get paid for the full shift regardless, because he knew a new alternator would be expensive.

At the end of the night when my car started fine, we went our separate ways and I drove back to the girls.

I stopped at 711 and bought condoms. got to the house, parked a house over and walked up the drive. I felt like such a criminal sneaking around to the back yard. It was pitch dark out and I was so nervous because the parents had seen me. I saw that a light was on in the room she had shown me was her bedroom it was the only light on. I took my time and tried to keep low, and got to the back door. In my head I was trying really hard to come up with a reason to be there if her parents caught me, but I didn't think of anything that sounded legit in my head. I got to the back door and tried it. I half expected it to be locked, but it wasn't. I slowly opened it. It must have taken 2 whole minutes for me to enter and close the door behind me. I have never been more terrified, as I crept down the dark hallway to the girl's bedroom. I tapped on the door 3 times, gently, and then cracked the door and entered. There was a semi loud gasp and then an "Oh my god" as I closed the door and tip toed over to the bed. There were mattresses on the floor and they were all awake and were talking about stuff. "oh my god you came" the girl whose house it was whispered. I climbed into her single bed beside her and kissed her.

Her friends slowly came up to join us. I kissed them all. My plan was to just fuck the one girl I hadn't, and then leave. She wore a little t-shirt and panties. I touched her pussy and they were all grabbing at my dick. My pants came off, and so did the girl's clothes. I showed them the condoms and took one out and rolled it onto my hard cock. She climbed onto me and it was tight but I pushed it in and she started to slowly ride up and down on my cock. The look on her face was so hot as she moaned and whimpered.

I grabbed her ass and pulled her harder onto my cock. Slipping down a ways to get a better angle and fuck her harder. She could barely keep quiet, and she fell forward onto me and moaned "oh fuck, oh fuck" into my ear as I pounded up into her.

I went for ages this time, and the bit that got me, was when the birthday girl whispered in my ear, "I can't believe we all lost our virginity to the same guy on my birthday".

I said, "oh fuck, I'm going to cum."

Without missing a beat the girl on my dick clenched her pussy and started orgasming. I couldn't hold it and I came at the same time. She climbed off me, pulled the condom off and started sucking my cock. The other girls kissed me, and I wish I could say that I stayed hard and kept going, but it was over.

We all cuddled up for about half an hour, and then I said, I should probably leave. Turned out all of them losing their virginity at 16 was their plan for the night. I laughed a quiet laugh to myself and told them I was happy to oblige.

Sneaking back out was just as scary as sneaking in.

I never went back to that house. Not even to deliver a pizza, but once I did get a call from the girls. They wanted to hang out, but the timing didn't work out with my uni classes, and I couldn't make it work. I often wonder what became of them, and sometimes in my day to day out and about, or at my job, I see faces that remind me of them and wonder if it could be. This story probably seems like bs, but I don't care how much you believe.

FYI, where I live, 16 is legal age of consent.

[dollivication]

Yan Dante with a housewife/husband :3

You really don't wanna be there, but better spend all day cooking and cleaning not thinking than chained up in his smelly ass room or some secret basement he magically has

Dante loves pizza, but he hasn't felt the warmth of a home cooked meal in decades. The feeling he gets from seeing a clean shop, hot food on the table, and the love of his life waiting for him just makes him overwhelmingly happy. After week long missions hearing you welcome him home, albeit he had to beat it into you to get you finally say it, is one of the best things of his life. He knows what his father felt like with Eva, and now he can't help but want a few kids of his own...

Let him misgender me tbh I can't lie....... IM SO DOWN BAD FOR HIM

Also this scenario with vergil mueheheheeh..... while Dante would be accepting of any kind of partner as long as u never leave him and love him eternally, I think vergil would yearn for something more traditional. More maternal (mommy kink Vergil peak......) wants you to wear a pretty dress and always look pretty for him when he comes home.

(he probably doesn't even have a home he stays at Dantes shop FREAK!!!)

He's very 1950s stereotypical in my opinion IN SOME WAYS I don't think he would like beat women or hate gay people or something..

wants to bend you over the counter and breed you while your still in your apron but Dante lives there too and you always cook enough for the both of them on total accident!!! (Ur hoping Dante realizes it a cry for help)

Woah this is very long um idk I think cooking and cleaning for Yan!Dante and Vergil would be nice yay yipeee 🌀

oh this is splendid… it is ROCK HARD RIGHT NOW i would not mind cooking and cleaning if it meant getting half demon dick errynight 💯💯💯

OHHHHMYGOGJFGdfhh i want dante to hit me .,,,.he’d probably knock me oyut but it’d be worth it!!! this fucker INSISTS on having yu wear an apron because it hugs yur curves laik vro just. EAT your fuckign food… it is NOT that deep STOP IT FIEND!!! never fails to be a perv even in the most normal situations…

you’re scrubbing the floor on all fours??? DOGGY STYLE!! washing dishes?? nice thighs! fucks them!! cooking?? it’d taste better with yur cum!! kill him PLEASE god….. and dante isn’t afraid to slap you around! maybe cups your jaw and forces kisses too if you’re being especially pissy :3

he can’t put a ring on it just YET!! he’s a bit broke 4 that but if you can get pregnant, he will most certainly knock you up…… he probably thinks pregnancy = marriage,, laik mm not quite vro! Execution 🩷

TITTERED AT VERGIL’S BIT I WONT FRONT!!!! i DO agree that he leans more for a traditional spouse.. he’s so old fashioned i hate that Strange creachure..;;

what a mommy kink does to a mf!!! god forbid he catches you acting all nurturing for a kid because it’ll activate something in him!!! (◞‸◟) he’ll be motivated for the wrong reasons and probably stop caring about decency in dante’s house.,,, PUT it DOWN!!!! FUCK!!!

dante is probably too fuckign stupid to think outside of “oh yumy Food..,,🤤” and consider that “oh! vergil is probably forcing them to stay with him here….”

& you’re absolutely cooked if the fiend nature runs in every sparda,,, because if dante DOES realize you’re being kept there against your own will,, he probably will just shrug it off because nobody else will keep his place clean + he gets free food + he can jork it to the sounds of you guys fucking (free porn!!) :3 big and Greedyh….

[hellcheer-heaven]

Hellcheer List: How caretaker Eddie helps Chrissy.

Thank you to @bluebunnymoose for helping me with this.

So I know that I’ve mentioned a previous headcanon where Chrissy and Eddie would have their “kid day” together. I do love the idea of the two of them engaging in that, but I really like the idea of Eddie being a gentle and loving caregiver to Chrissy.

Let's say she's having a rough week and she's just exhausted and overstimulated.

When Eddie can sense and see that she’s distressed, he goes right into caregiver mode.

One of the first things he does is hug her and offer her a stuffed animal.

She holds the toy and lets herself cry in his arms, tightly shutting her eyes as he rocks her gently.

“It’s okay Chrissy, just let it out sweet girl. You’re safe here.”

Sometimes when there’s too much going on, she may speak very softly, say a small selection of words, or nothing at all.

If she doesn’t talk, Eddie will ask her a simple yes/no question: “Are you tired? Do you want something to eat?”

He also gently encourages her to point to what she needs as well.

He's considerate and patient, letting her know that she can communicate her needs when she’s ready.

She’ll quietly ask for a bubble bath and when he asks her if she would like her bath toys, she looks up with a little smile and nods.

While he washes her hair and scrubs her skin, Chrissy will blow the bubbly foam and watch it float, reaching out to catch it before it hits the water.

Eddie smiles knowing that she’s feeling a little better, he’s even happier knowing that they will have the weekend to themselves to continue this for as long as she wants.

This means no errands, chores, and other adult responsibilities, just taking care of his one and only.

In their own small house, Eddie has already supplied the pantry with snacks and comfort food (bear shaped graham crackers, pop tarts, mac and cheese, chicken nuggets, etc.) that she was never allowed to eat in her childhood.

Eddie will help make their bed and decorate it with her stuffed animals.

He’ll rent a collection of cartoons and animated movies on vhs for them to watch.

He brings out a huge container of arts and crafts and coloring books to play with.

There’s a large soft blanket spread out with even more of her stuffed animals in the living room.

There’s a book shelf filled with her favorite stories from her childhood.

These include fairytales with happy endings, Alice in Wonderland, Winnie the Pooh, Dr. Seuss, Goodnight Moon, Charlotte’s Web, Peter Rabbit, Madeline, etc.

If she wants to color in a coloring book, Chrissy will lay down on the blanket, open up her big box of crayons, and have her back rubbed while she colors a picture of Minnie Mouse petting Figaro.

Before he heads to the kitchen, he gives her two choices for lunch: Grilled cheese sandwiches or pizza rolls.

They eat in front of the tv and laugh together as they watch cartoons and movies.

She’ll happily sing along and dance to the songs, and ask Eddie to join in, something he gladly loves to partake in.

During a sad scene, Eddie gently holds Chrissy as she squeezes her plush toy and presses it tightly to her face.

He rubs her tears away and pecks her forehead, sweetly reminding her that it’s okay to cry and feel sad for a character.

Even if it’s a movie that they’ve seen many times, certain parts never fail to make her tear up, “Seeing Dumbo cry is sad to watch, isn’t it Chrissy?”

“Everyone is so mean to him, he wants his mama Eddie. Dumbo loves his mama and she misses him.”

When Chrissy wants to make a pillow fort, they take off the couch cushions, rearrange some furniture, cover it with a blanket and crawl inside.

When she wants to play with her dolls, Chrissy decides how the story goes.

She’ll let Eddie know which dolls he gets to play with, what kind of voice to use, and what will happen next.

He loves to watch and listen to her create all sorts of tales and describe the adventures and hardships the characters go through.

After dinner time, she begs him to stay up just a little longer, but he softly reminds her that it’s time to get ready for bed.

He offers to pick her up and take her upstairs for her evening bath.

When she’s done brushing her teeth, he dresses her in cozy pajamas and lets her pick two books to read aloud.

During story time, she asks for him to read the book in different voices for each of the characters.

Then he turns off the lights and turns on the nightlight, singing or humming a few comfort songs to her as he tucks her in and boops her nose to make her giggle.

Chrissy will give him the puppy dog pout and tell him, “I’m not tired Eddie.”

Eddie can’t resist those pleading eyes and lays down beside her, brushing his fingers from the top of her forehead to the end of her nose.

She’ll try to keep herself awake, her eyelids feeling heavy as the gentle hum of his voice eases her into a peaceful slumber.

“I’m… not tired. Not… sleepy. Eddie…”

He stays at her side until she’s fast asleep, carefully getting out of bed, and tiptoeing away.

Eddie looks at Chrissy one more time, smiling at the sight of her so calm and serene, “Sweet dreams princess.”

The next morning after breakfast, they would go for a walk in the park and Chrissy would stop to look at the playground.

She wants to go, but she doesn’t tell him and she’s afraid of being judged by others, so instead she watches from afar.

Later on in the late afternoon/early evening, Eddie says that he has a surprise for her

After dressing her up warmly and telling her to bring one stuffed animal, he takes her over to the park.

All of the families have left and the two of them have the entire playground to themselves.

He would push her on the swing, race her down the slide, spin on the merry go round, climb the jungle gym, and play on the see saw.

After she’s tuckered out, Eddie takes her home and then it’s time to get ready for bed.

After a quick clean up and a shower, he joins her as well.

He lays down beside her and kisses her lips, affectionately whispering, “I love you Chrissy.”

[noir-drabbles]

Drafts 1

Summary: Just an unfinished solo writing thing while playing Iron Valley. Basically it was just me testing out what it is I wanted, trying to create my own setting and characters, but then my brain got bored of it. So, I figured I may as well dump it here.

(I said I was going to start dumping my drafts here and I am going to commit to it. Drafts will be half actual prose writing and rambles on the side because I want people to enjoy the ideas and characters I have in my head. Hope this is fun!)

(Oh yeah, here's the link to the game I was playing. Lot of reading but it's easy to start and understand. Really does test out one's creative muscles.)

Today’s Spring pick for the Luminariae Post is as follows:

When a new branch grows, I always worry for what it may carry. The bark upon the trunk is many years old and yet it still insists on growing new leaves, new buds, and new fruits. A large and wise old tree, and yet it didn’t know age. It didn’t know where it should draw its limits. It simply grew and produced, as it always has, even when the threat of disease was always there.

But I’m not scornful. I’ll simply grab my polished clippers and snap off whatever rot has caught onto the leaves, onto the branches. I’ll eat the fruit it gives me, and carve a flute out of the wood I snipped off.

I’ve been there when you were young, when each new leaf would make me dance in the mud because I keep forgetting not to over water you. When your fruits would spawn out of seemingly nowhere, like your love for the world could not be contained, so you had to give it back as much and as fast as you could.

You’ve long outgrown me. I can’t even climb up to the very top of you as I once used to with my own little sister. You could still support me, but the youth in your new branches are not what they used to be. And yet, you still try and grow just as much fruit as you can, even when it’s no longer anything anyone can eat.

You’re just an old fool. You and I are two of a kind. And that it why you will always be one of my dearest friends.

And every day, I thank you for being who you are.

– Carmen

Heyo, author Noir here. So, the idea I had for this little segment is that every start of the new season, the Luminariae Post would post a submission that was sent to them by one of the residents in this small town of Arbor Hills. Typically they pick submissions that have something to do with the current season, or just a general connection to nature that can be connected to said season. It's also meant for the regular folk to take a peek into a small part of that resident that wrote the piece. Just fluff writing things.

Oh, and Carmen is a big ol dragon man, the one that basically provides the Reader with a house and a job, a nice bouncing point since the Reader starts off with literally nothing, not even clothes. He's a nice man, good roommate and clearly misses having other people live in his house. There's this big tree that the whole town pays their respects towards because of the sheer size and reach of its roots. In fact, most of the plants and trees you find often end up connecting their roots to that big tree, as it provides nutrients to said plants, leading to them weathering even the toughest of disasters. Rumor has it that Carmen was the one that planted that tree when it was a sapling, but that's just a rumor.

Spring 2

Time: [0/4]

| Forecast: Sunny | Luck: Neutral | Lucky Color: Lemon |

“Did you hear? Apparently our dear local baker has been in need of a new recipe to put as a potential special.”

“Oh? Which one? Is it that sweetie Ivory or that nutty Obsidian?”

“Don’t be mean Martha. But it is nutty Obsidian. Apparently he’s going a little crazy from lack of inspiration and just wants something new to really make his day pop from grays to happy pinks.”

“Hehehe, well in that case, you think he’ll want to try out some of my homemade cookies? Maybe that’ll perk him right up and get his head out of the pizza oven ashes?”

“Bleh, if you want to kill him… But yes, let’s. I’ll be the merciful one and bring him some of my delicious tea.”

“Let’s poison him together, Lily.”

The idea I had here is basically a cutscene being played out every day, where a couple of characters do something or have a conversation that implies a very long request. The town bulletin is still a thing, but those quests will end up being pretty short. The short requests do change often, I'd say once every two days, while the longer requests are more persistent, changing once every five days. Obsidian is basically this mad scientist-like baker that loves to go crazy with the designs and flavors of his baked goods. And, well, he's prone to losing inspiration and just wants something to get that flow going. He's a pretty intense cosmic star dude, the kind of energy that easy to be overwhelmed with. He has a sister named Ivory who helps out in the bakery, but is mostly found working with wood as the local carpenter. She's not gentle, she has that quiet intensity about her, and is just as wacky with her woods craft. She will get the request done, and will probably add some else to it. A weird feature that you probably won't notice until you accidentally activate it. Like a table that can convert itself into a suit of wood armor. You never know with these two.

Oh, and I have no clue who Martha and Lily are. Just that they're best friends who love to gossip, and were once very competitive rivals in school before someone tried to accuse them of cheating so they'd be unable to participate in theater. Yeah, those two were theater kids, and their rivalry, for the most part, was a fun exaggerated thing on their part that got a liiiiittle too real, but they're good now. They're middle-aged and married to their respective spouses.

“You doing alright?”

You snapped out of your reverie by a rumbling voice that’s not quite meant to overpower the general noise, so much as it should rumble underneath one’s feet.

You didn’t look at Carmen. You looked at his horns instead, all scratched up and chipped at in all their ridged and curling glory. It’s hard to look at him in the eyes. They aren’t particularly piercing, they’re just filled with a love for the world around him. A gentle and boundless love that he’s willing to share with you, a fellow roommate but a stranger still.

It’s… a lot. Too much. But it’s fine. He’s good and nice. He makes you all those warm and filling meals, and lets you take up a room in his house. You had nowhere else to go, but he gave you a hand anyway.

So, are you doing alright? He did ask.

You hummed out a yes. Because words would be too much in all this noise. The sensation of your throat rumbling, of moving your lips and making a conscious effort not to stutter. You’re already a little on edge as is.

“Hmm,” he copied your tone, though you didn’t know if that meant he believed you or not, “I know there’s a lot of little noises, but a small outing like this is good. It is something to get used to, that’s for certain.”

It’s… yeah, he’s right. It is a lot. Carmen’s farm isn’t exactly all the quiet either, with all the cows, chickens and bees he has, but there’s a different quality to the noise of people. It’s a… a rhythm, of sorts. The livestock back home are always keeping out a listening ear to the nature around them, so their own noises follow that beat, usually. But people… don’t really care, nor can they truly listen.

The rhythm isn’t bad, in the sense that it’s wrong and that people should pay more attention. It’s just… different. Absorbed in their own little pocket of time. And those pockets just, overlap in your ears.

You’ll probably get used to it, in the same way you got used to Carmen when you first woke up to his face looming right over under the arbor. It was an adjustment. The man’s over seven feet tall with a broad frame to fit, built over the years from heavy farm work. But, you suppose that’s the average height of all dragons. Well, his specific branch of dragon anyway. You don’t know any other dragon.

You nodded and let your eyes wander over the sparse crowd around you, to the area you’re both sitting on a bench in.

The village’s center, built around a pretty fountain that’s filled with little seashells, all in various pastel colors of white, blue and pink. One little kid in white sandals had to lay her belly on the ledge of the fountain just to reach in and drop her shell. Her little transparent wings fluttered with her excitement, dropping flecks of pink dust here and there.

A water spout spat right up her nose and the little fairy girl snorted then gave a big powerful sneeze. She launched herself right into the air. Luckily, before you or Carmen could rush right over, her father was right there to catch her.

Chuckling, her fairy father said, “I got a precious gift from the heavens!”

“No!” She yelled, raising her arms high like claws, “I am your worst nightmare! I eat your dreams and your banana splits!”

He gasped, “A monster! Oh no!”

She kicked her feet and lost a sandal in her giggles.

You jumped when Carmen gave chuckles of his own. The sheer volume of his voice never ceases to surprise you, that his happiness can be something so… loud? Strong? It’s solid. Which is kind of dumb now that you think about it. You’ve seen him lift an entire tree trunk with his arms and shoulder alone. It shouldn’t be shocking at all to find that his laugh has just as much power behind it.

But it is, because he would always bend down just so people could hear him. He didn’t like raising his voice just as much as he hated going into the details of his private life.

And with a flinch, Carmen realized as much. He looked to the side, scratched the back of his neck, and sighed out, “Sorry.”

Did you look bug-eyed? You probably did.

You shook your head at Carmen. He doesn’t need to apologize to you. It’s not his fault that you’re easily startled. Besides, he’s the one going out of his way to get you situated in this place. He didn’t have to do it, but he did anyway.

He nodded to you then hovered a hand right over your shoulder. He stopped, waited, and when you shifted closer, he patted you. The weight and strength of his bones alone almost made your joint creak.

“I’ll be going on ahead. I need to buy some things for the gardening day this week.” Carmen reached into his pocket and took out a few notes that you don’t really need. He pays you plenty for your services, but saying no to him–especially when he wants to spoil or be nice–just leaves a sour taste in your mouth. He stuffed them in your hands. “Go around, explore. Or relax by the community garden if you’d like. I’ll be by Peach’s place for the most part. I won’t go home unless you want to, okay?”

Ah, here it is, the big send off. You can’t really complain since you asked for this kind of time for yourself, but augh… It’s difficult all the same. You’ve been here for the better part of one year and you’ve yet to make a single friend. You haven’t really been trying, to be perfectly honest. Whenever you go out into the village on your moped, you’re strictly in working mode, schedule and time all planned out. Whenever people would try and talk to you during those hours, you get antsy and anxious.

You hate being off schedule. On top of that, if you weren’t working, you were around Carmen all the time. He’s a friendly and well known face. It’s only natural for people to gravitate towards him rather than you, especially when you would rather hide in his shadow than look at anyone.

You weren’t trying to make friends. Everything was just too unfamiliar for you to do that, or even think of it. And nobody pushed you to do that. In a way, you’re grateful for that, that the people here left you alone for the most part. A nice respect of your time and attention. They made attempts to talk to you, certainly, but that was about where the pushiness ended.

And, now, you’re calmer-ish. You can take the time and try.

You can go anywhere and make a friend.

…

Augh, you still can’t talk. Words just really don’t want to come out.

Well, baby steps, baby steps.

Carmen has since left you to yourself, with money in your hands. A nice sizable amount. Can’t buy a microwave with it, but you can grab a while feast of pastries if you wanted to.

…you know what? That sounds like a good idea. Having something to munch on while trying to make a friend would help calm you down some. Besides, a lot of people frequent the bakery. Surely you’ll be able to find someone who wants to befriend you.

That and you’ve heard of the gossip between those two women over there. Apparently the local baker needs some help. You don’t have any ideas, but maybe you’ll come up with something by the time you get there?

The crowd didn’t really get any thinner as you walked down the white stone path. Lots of people were gathered in small packs, but they were polite enough to shift slightly out of your way. You followed the scent of bread and soon enough found yourself inside the cozy atmosphere of a bakery.

Honestly, it seemed more like a home than it did a bakery, which makes sense since it looked like a store/home hybrid from the outside. But, rather than a home that seeks to hide emptiness with store bought furniture the owner vaguely likes, each table, chair and even the frame of the mirrors in this place were clearly handmade.

It was small though, and all the furniture had people either gathering or sitting on it. There wasn’t anywhere you could just pick and sit down for an hour or two while you mindlessly pick at your pastry and watch the people go by.

A healthy routine makes for a good base for potential friendships. At least that’s how Carmen puts it. You’re not sure if it’s true, but you may as well try, right?

You walk to the back of the line and wait. At the front, behind the register was someone that you can only describe as a galactic black hole. The white light that makes up what you think is hair slowly swirls around in a clock-wise motion, collecting light like a vent does smoke as it slowly gathers in some dark center you can’t make out. The white light hair fades into a dark shadow dappled with white little star pinpricks, doing nothing to to take away from the bright eyes that look around this way and that.

This person had no mouth to speak of as he nodded and packaged a new box of pan dulce. It’s interesting to you, watching the way their body never quite stabilized into something truly solid, but it was enough for his clothes to hang on. He didn’t have a uniform, it was just a set of comfy billowing clothes that had little tears and big patches over what was probably holes.

His form stretched up, bending in ways a shadow would as he gave the box to the person waiting in line.

“You wanted a surprise and a surprise is what you’ll get!”

Aaaand this is where I lost my steam, and I had a pretty good pace going too.

Reader is basically this dryad person that was born from the big tree(of which I have yet to name, eh) and as such, has little to no knowledge of many things beyond the general basics. Socializing is obviously not their thing. Many of the towns people just think they're a traveler from afar that suffers from amnesia, but since nobody witnesses the Reader coming out of the tree, it can't really be disputed that they're not a traveler.

There's a biblically accurate angel just, hanging out in Arbor Hills. He's the current master carpenter and boss of Ivory. He spends most of his time sleeping, and in the rare times one manages to make a request to him, you can be sure that whatever furniture he makes will never break, and will even have a little buff to them.

The angel's name is Peach, because someone called him "an absolute peach." With the last name Angel for the sake of simplicity. No matter how you poke and prod at him, you can't get details about his past, you'll just get references about how empty of an existence he was living before coming here. Now he can dream all he likes.

There's a tradition at the start of a new year to share stories you may have or have written. Arbor Hills is all about communal story crafting, so often the whole town will come together to either craft a new fairy tale, or add on to another existing tale. The only rule is that it has to have at least one true event in there, or be based on a true event. So you could have witnessed a bug trip over grass and flip itself over and craft a tale about a malicious weed that seeks to grow and prank all the bugs that nipped at it. That kind of thing. So, one of the Promises is to get ideas and make a story before Spring 1 rolls around. There are usually two groups, one group that's full of people that have written their stories on their own, and the other group that shares their ideas for a group story making session. Perfection is not expected. Just have fun. And if you don't want to make a story, just be a listening ear.

There's also another tradition where, after reaching a certain age, kiddos go to the community garden to pick out a seed they like and plant it somewhere in the town. This tradition does stretch out beyond just for the kids, you can do this as a new adult, or when you reach a huge milestone in your life. Don't worry about having to take incredible care of it, these seeds are magical and are often deeply connected to you. They grow as you grow, and if they get sick, you can be assured that they'll be taken care of by the garden spirits of the forest.

There aren't many dragons to be found. There be different types of dragons, but their lifespan varies quite a bit between them.

Same for the dryad. There's nobody else quite like you, and if there is, they're usually no bigger than the size of your palm. Tiny, squeaky things.

I know I have more things sitting in the brain, but I need to prodded at to really remember. So, if you want to poke at my brain, be my guest!

[mhaynoot]

mmmmmgmhm kdj and loving his kids, loving his kids so so much, and wanting to tell them "im sorry" and how he wanted to watch them as they grew up, and be by their side and how everyday his thoughts are dyed with their faces upturned to look at him with the myriad of expressions of happiness, sadness, joy, pain and so much life. and he wants them to know he will always love them in his hypocritical way, and, for the burden of that cruelty, he's sorry that his was a love he can only fill with sacrifice and pain and something deeply terrible.

kdj and his selfish love and how he wants to tell them "im sorry" and how he really did want to live in a big house with them and want to eat chicken and pizza and cola and go to a pc bang and laugh with them as they ate barbeque at the han river. how he wants to go to their graduations and watch as they grow old by their sides. and how he wants to tell them of how much he loves them and how much affection fills his chest whenever he sees their bright eyes and smiles but the words will always be tangled in his mouth and trapped in the silence of a unwieldy pain. like thorns, the words remain in the back of his throat, struggling and turning and twisting. nothing leaves because he has nothing but silence to fall back on, nothing but his own memories and lacking ghostly apparitions he finds there.

he is kdj and kdj is a being loved at a distance. someone who went through life loved from far away. where he only knew of life as one being loved with a prison glass wall between mother and son and having this one true connection be one marred in violence born and violence led and being victims and being so so hurt and saved by love. of being protected and doomed by love. and so he loves from a distance, affection always always true but forever left hidden behind his evermore wall.

kdj and how he wants to tell his kids "im sorry" and "i love you" and how he never can but still. but still, he wants to selfishly pave a path to their happy ending, to let them live a life fufilled, and to have the experience of growing up happy. he wants to protect them always and to give them a world where they, at the very least, won't ever be lonely and alone. to stroke their heads with his wounded hands and guard their precious hearts with the knowledge that no matter what they will always have someone beside them whether it be ysa, hsy, lhs, ljy, his mother, and yjh. they will have so many beside them, to hold their equally wound-marred hands and pat their lovely heads when his disappears. he wants them to know that they will never ever be lonely kids left to the mundane cruelty of an uncaring world that closes its eyes to their injustice. that they will be cared for, they will be loved and they will be protected even in a world left marred by his cruel and selfish sacrifice. and, one day, long after his avatar disappears and he is gone to the stardust and any hopes of replacing him is lost, and one day they too can let go of the guilt of omelas and they can live happily. he hopes his missing shadow will be something they can uncast with a world of happiness and a future reassured of love and family.

so, kdj and how he can only say "im sorry" but never "i love you" and will always leave with a silent "good bye". but now, as the train continues on and his stardust flutters to the end of fairy tales, he can't say any of them anymore and so closes his eyes and dreams. he hopes they do not resent him too much unforgivable as he is but accepts it even if they do. after all, his love for them will be one of eternity.

[novemberwasgrey]

Enjax headcanons

(Featuring Wenvier because they're all my fav)

Lots of pet names. Mainly "babe".

Lots of PDA. At the beginning, Enid was the one who initiated the most and she thought she might come off as clingy so she stopped for a second. But then Ajax was like "did I do something? What about my cuddles?". Since then, he knows he can indulge in the PDA as well.

It's actually a whole new process for him because she's his first girlfriend and he's naturally guarded and used to be alone. At the beginning, he was afraid to be overwhelmed by the relationship. But on the contrary, and because Enid also gives him personal space when he needs to, their couple is natural and easy.

Enid's mom obviously doesn't like them together. It's not against Ajax because he didn't particularly give a bad impression when they met, but she just wants Enid to be with a werewolf. Her dad thinks he's a nice guy though.

On the other hand, Ajax's moms LOVE Enid. They're just so glad that there's someone to make their son happy and that he doesn't stay in the solitude gorgons tend to get used to.

Enid lives for Starbucks. Ajax, as the dutiful boyfriend he is, always gets her coffee. Pink Drink is her fav ofc.

Ajax could eat pizza every day at any hour of the day. For his birthday, Enid made a pizza cake for him and it was the best day of his life.

He's the one who takes pictures for her Insta.

Ajax often goes back to Greece for the holidays to see his family there. They have a beach house and he invited Enid over the summer before their senior year. They spent the most amazing week together, his family loved her and Enid was just so happy to work on her tan. Tons of Instagram pics ofc. It's also where and when they had sex for the first time.

Cliché but Ajax is a big Mamma Mia's fan. He knows all the songs. For his bachelor party, Xavier got Ajax's moms and his aunt to perform Super Trouper just like in the movie and he laughed for hours.

Enid's happy place is Disney World. Ajax surprised her by taking them (him, Enid, Wednesday and Xavier) there during their senior year. She was overexcited and smiled during the whole thip and Ajax was just glad to make his Disney princess happy. Enid and Ajax had the best time. Xavier was just glad for the Star Wars universe. Wednesday was miserable throughout the whole trip. (There's this hilarious picture of Wednesday with her usual resting bitch face and Minnie Mouse ears Enid forced her to wear. Everyone always cracks up when they see this pic.)

Enid totally convinced him to dress up as Rapunzel and Flynn Ryder for Halloween.

In terms of jealousy, Enid will not hesitate to get her claws out when some girl tries to make a move on her man. For the longest time, Ajax thought that he wasn't the jealous type but that was until his older brother started to hit on Enid every time he saw her (I headcanon that he has a brother named Hector, I read it in a fanfic and I thought the Greek mythology reference was hilarious). It's meant to be as a joke but since he has some younger sibling complex with his brother who likes to rile him up, he's always so angry about it. Although Enid found his jealousy cute, she knows how complicated his relationship with his brother is and ended up making fun of Hector, saying he didn't stand a chance and that Ajax was way better anyway. Ajax always smiles smugly when he remembers Hector's gaping face.

Might break up for a while after they graduate because of differences: pressure on Enid from her family because she should have a werewolf mate, different goals and projects etc. Would definitely find their way back to each other a few years later thanks to Wednesday and Xavier making them realize they cannot live without the other.

Will get married and have at least 4 kids because Enid has always wanted a big pack.

They're the godparents of Ravenna, Wednesday and Xavier's only daughter.