#lovingSpoonful!Verse

[bewitchingbaker]

@brooklynislandgirl

i need someone to kiss in my kitchen. and in my garden. and on the balcony. and against a wall. and on a city street. and by the ocean. and comfy and cozy in bed. and in the rain. and all the time. and always. and forever.

[bewitchingbaker]

@brooklynislandgirl said:

~gropes him. Gently. With her teeth~

A scowl is present on that often smiling face, arms folded on his couch. Even with the sleeping Dee on his lap and Quas resting at his feet, he couldn't help but shake the day off of him. Then he felt a familiar sharp sensation against his neck, small hum of appreciation escaping his lips.

"As much as I hate bad days," Chris sighs with a small smile, "If it leads to this, I might be a little more ok with them~"

[bewitchingbaker]

childhood memories: 5 years old.

Chris's eyes are drawn from his guitar and to Beth at his bookshelf. A small smile spreads across his face. His collection wasn't as impressive Beth and admittedly he was a little shy about the amount of vintage shojo manga (his favorite was always Fruits Basket) that was nestled between the various superhero themed comics.

Organized in alphabetical order with not a single spine out of shape. One could easily spot rarities by the plastic book covers (he'd be damned if someone lost his signed copy of Dangerous Habits). But amidst the various novels and comics, one could spot photos from his younger years.

A photo of a teenage Chris B boy posing with Jess behind a kitchen counter could be found on the third shelf. On the third shelf near Deadpool issues, one could see Chris holding an accordion and wearing a bowling-style button-up to match the older members of the band.

But at the very top of his book shelf were two action figures.

Storm, in her 90's cartoon iteration, standing right next to the black power ranger, Zack.

Both are in mint condition, of course.

He leans up from the couch once she asks about them.

"Oh those? I'm surprised I haven't told you this story," He smiles. "Those were the from the great Friday of 2000."

A nostalgic smile spreads across his face.

"My dad was a huge comic nerd, Xmen being his favorite team cause of Storm. So when he saw the trailer for the movie, that's all he would talk about. Mom was excited but she wasn't into Storm's casting at the time and Jess wanted to see Wolverine. Now mom wanted to wait until Sunday cause...well it's a day off and she had papers to grade."

A laugh.

"But ol Kenneth Luna was not patient. So he stayed up with mom to get her student's projects graded on top of doing a top-tier performance at work. So come Friday, he picked us up at like 3 on the dot for the early afternoon showing and boy was he excited. I'll be honest, I had no idea what was going on as I was like 5. I just saw bright colors from Cyclops optic blasts and Storm flying and I was excited."

The action figure soon began to levitate around before landing in his hands.

"I think I said something like 'That's mom! that's mom!' cause she was so cool and mom thought that was the funniest thing. Once the movie was over, we went to the mall for dinner. Since the movie was out, the local toy store had all their X-men toys on display so of course I wanted one."

It isn't long before Zack floats into his hand.

"The Halle Berry action figure was cool but it wasn't as cool as this one," he says holding up Storm. "There wasn't a flowing cape, the hair and the accurate look were much better. Plus, my parents wanted me and Jess to have toys that look like us. Since my dad was hyped off seeing his favorite comic brought up, he bought me Zack and Jess a bunch of Mad Magazines. Probably explains why Jess can be a little unhinged."

He laughs before sighing.

"I know we're pushing 30 but I can't let these two go, they were my first toys from such a good day. There's no way I can get rid of them, they're just too cool."

A blush fills those chubby cheeks.

"I know it sounds a little dorky..."

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[bewitchingbaker]

Chris' back is pressed against her headboard. She suspects he might be more comfortable if he just moved her a little and slouched down away from the wood and onto the pillows but she doubts he's going to bother. Inwardly he may be mortified but she can feel how much he wants her as she takes up space in his lap. Knees pinning his hips. Small palms braced against the front face of his broad shoulders, and her face buried in his neck. Soft little licks. Teasing grazes of his jugular with the tips of her teeth. The tidal sway of her body that has her modest chest brushing against his own. The tiniest of occasional growls, sounds that remind him that she is not entirely human. Finally, slowly she pulls away only to caress the edge of his ear with her lips. "...'M I hurtin' you..?" Oh and maybe there's the devil in this moment. Embedded in that smokey whisper of hers. "Mebbe mo' beddah I aks you...do you wan me to?"

A soft sigh of pleasure escapes his lips.

Beth's skin felt soft. Not much of a surprise to the baker, as he remembers her detailed skin routine. The scent of her shampoo brings a soft smile to that flushed face of his. While those beautiful teeth grazed his jugular, his own hands trailing down her back. Though his left hand was lost in the art that was her hair.

Chris knows she could hurt him or in Quas's words 'Kill him twice over'. As evidenced by not just those sharp canines but her skill with a knife. Even when they were kids, it didn't take much for Beth to win their game of knights. Some would be driven away by this.

But not Christopher Noe Luna.

"Doesn't hurt all," he smiles. "Quite the opposite honestly, it feels nice~"

This was heaven for him.

Those soft masses he called hands have found a home on her hips.His own rolling softly against hers In a rare show of confidence, the baker pulls her closer without much effort. No doubt already under her spell.

Soon those cheeks fill with that known red hue, already anticipating what Beth had in store for him. His lips press themselves against her shoulder, a soft bite of his own following before he finally whispers. Voice surprisingly husky.

"But I'd love for you to hurt me~'

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[bewitchingbaker]

[ @brooklynislandgirl ]

[bewitchingbaker]

 ✵ {opinion then vs now ship meme <3 Jess/Andy}

Joe's Diner.

A rather retro space hidden within Arizona's neighborhoods. Opening at 11am and closing...whenever. Serving all manner of delicacies from breakfast, lunch dinner, and some mysterious fourth meal that no one ever ordered. Their waiters often having a high turn around time, ranging from local college students to some of their classmates (the local Goth's often offered extra coffee to the Luna's thanks to Jess's side business)

A perfect hangout spot for the clique of the Luna and Riley teens.

Jess Luna's head rested on her recently manicured fingers, soft brown hues staring at Andrew 'Andy' Riley.

For once, it was just the two of them. No Chris nor Beth in sight due to the two of them having a mass of assignments due. Though if you asked Chris, he'd flat out tell you he's giving them some space cause they're graduating soon. Plus, she promised he could keep their skateboard if he gave her time to 'make kissy faces at Andy'.

Her brother may have been quiet, but he could read her like a book. Jess Luna didn't fall for alot of people in the desert city, but that Andy had a charm about him. He shared her sense of humor and love for a younger sibling in a tough family. Being easy on the eyes helped alot too.

Their first impression of your muse:

"First impression?" she echoes. "Hmm, he looks like has a stick up his ass. What's his ass doing in a skate shop? Shouldn't he be with the other jocks? But then I saw you had a little lady clinging to you."

A small smile spreads across his face.

"He must be alright."

Current impression:   

"As of this moment, you're a sweet, mostly mature dweeb who I like spending alot of time with. Even if he complains about my little...side business with totally legal substances."

A pause.

"With his head up his ass."

Are they attracted to your muse?:  

A coy smile spreads across Jess's face, an inquisitive tilt of her head following. Those size 9 Vans mess with Andy's leg for a moment.

"Maybe," She hums. "I might think your hair is cute and you're pretty easy on the eyes. I don't exactly mind seeing you in your swimsuit, if anything it makes me glad you have that pool in this hot ass city."

Something they find frightening about your muse:

Her smile falters a bit, leaning in her seat. The older Luna takes a sip of her drink as she thinks of her answer. While she hsd her fair share of anger issues, it was nothing compared to Andy's anger at the Admiral. Understandable considering the old fucker's treatment of Beth.

"I wouldn't say it's frightening," Jess begins. "But you're anger is...concerning. I mean I get it cause I have my own issues with the Luna's, it just feels like it'd be hell to be on the other side of that anger. But I understand and trust I'll never be on that side."

Something they find adorable about your muse:  

"What don't I find adorable about you," Jess asks with a laugh. "I guesssss if I had to narrow it down to one thing. I'd say...your smile. When you make a good play or when you get to drive that cool car of yours, you get this bright smile."

She smiles as her foot messes with his, hands holding onto Andy's.

"Seriously, it's like you don't have any pressure on you for once."

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  

"Sacrifice? Like...in Left 4 Dead?"

Jess asks with an inquisitive tilt, feigning some confusion at the question before playfully smacking his hands. Another laugh escapes her lips before takes a sip of her drink.

"I would like to hope that we never end up in a moment like that. I don't have the capactiy for that like our siblings do." she sighs. She looks out the window for a moment, brown hues flashing purple for a brief second. "Chris always seemed brave...in moments like that."

A pause.

"But if it came to it, I guess. Knowing you though, you'd be pretty pissed if I tried to sacrifice myself."

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:  

"...Riley, I would hope the past few years would give you a clear answer," Jess replies. "I'm not including the ones with Beth and Chris, maybe our trip to the water park and we...ya know."

She blushes as her hands gesture to the resteraunt.

"I mean like when me and you went to the movies. Or the time we saw them light the tree in downtown Sedona. I'm saying all this to say 'yeah I'd go on a date with you.'"

One word my muse would use to describe yours:  

"Hmm," Jess ponders. An eternal second passes as she thinks about Andy. Sweet. Brave. Dumbass. But the older Riley was her dumbass. As much as Jess messed with Andy, she appreciated him in her life. Not just hers but Chris's. Really the Luna's lives.

Not a lot of boys would go along with a magic family dealing with tragedy.

She finally finds the words for Andy.

"Angel."

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: 

"No!" Jess replies instantly.

A sly smile spreads across her face.

"Unless you're into it." she laughs with another hand on his.

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?:

Silence. For once, Jessica Luna is at a loss for words. She forgot how Andy had a way of leaving her flabbergasted. Such a simple question had her cheeks ablaze with a blush. Her eyes take a moment to stare at the eldest Riley sibling.

She smiles before laughing.

"Does this answer your question?"

With one swift movement, she presses her lips against his. Her hands resting on his cheeks for a moment. Getting lost on their kiss before finally breaking it to press another one against his nose.

"...Now are you paying for our last date as high schoolers?"

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[bewitchingbaker]

❀ what is the dumbest argument they've ever had?

"....."

"...."

The Luna's living room is silent, save for the furious scribbling on paper and phone keyboards clicking from the two teens. Occasionally one can hear the snicker of the eldest Riley sibling. Of course, Jess gives him a tap though she's been holding back giggles. It wasn't every day that one got to witness the future couple in their first argument.

It all started with a simple movie night.

The Mummy paired with an order of pizza and pop for the younger siblings. Admittedly, Jess knew Andy was hoping for a solo movie night but she promised to make up for it since she promised the younglings a movie night.

The antics of Rick o Connell earned a few laughs. Imhotep's display of powers managed to get a few gasps from Chris and of course the romance between Rick and Evie earned an awwwww from Jess. Overall, a good movie.

Of course, the two resident nerds had their thoughts.

"I mean...it was cool. But Indiana Jones could definitely kick Rick's ass." Chris chuckles.

Then he hears the familiar melody of Beth's voice....disagreeing with his take.

"...Dude, you know Indy would easily take out Rick." he replies. She could only double down, quickly pointing out the adventruer's plethora of combat prowess compared to the professor. Of course, Chris's retort points out Indy's improvisation. This rather geeky argument earned a few not so hidden snickers from their older siblings.

Soon the duo were at their respective sides of the room doing their own research.

Now here they were again, years later. Relaxed on her couch as the ending credits of the iconic 2000's adventure ended. A small chuckle escapes his he finally speaks.

"...Indy could totally kick Rick's ass," he chuckles

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[bewitchingbaker]

☔ - go on a rainy day walk {Chris/Beth}

There was always a small part of Chris that missed all four seasons of the midwest. As nice as it was to not always deal with the dreadful 5-8 inches of snow or the sudden chill of fall, he couldn't help but miss the crunching of leaves. Plus, when one worked in the heat of Lunas kitchen for hours just to walk into the hellish temperatures of Arizona, you would take anything that could cool you off.

So whenever there was rain, no one was more excited than Chris.

The harder the rain? The wider his grin and more his excitement grew. Beth learned of this the first time she visited his house with Andy. While the quiet duo were banished to the living room while their siblings were up the usual teen shenanigans. For some time they were glued to the tv screen, enamored by the adventures of 3 superpowered kindergartners fighting crime before bed time.

But then rain struck and before Beth could blink her newfound friend dashed to window in excitement. Those already huge puppy dog eyes were wide with excitement. Next thing she knew, the future nurse would feel the warm feeling of those already large hands on hers pulling them to a gentle tug.

'Dude! It's rain! A break from the heat finally!'

A saying that would repeat through their childhood and well into their adulthood.

Just like so many years ago, the baker would dash into her living room with an estatic declaration of rain. With an umbrella in tow, the living spoonful couple enjoyed a relaxing walk around her neighborhood as the calm splash of rain filled their background.

"Honestly," Chris begins. "I know we've had plenty of walks and fun times in the rain but it'll never get old. I can't wait to have more moments like this even when we're both old and cranky."

A chuckle escapes his lips.

"Even if i'm walker or wheelchair bound, I'm pretty sure I'm still gonna wanna go out on rainy day walks with ya. Who know, I might that old man that just wants to sit next to ya all day and my day is good."

It isn't long before that blush finds its way to his cheeks, one hand rubbing the back of his neck.

"Sorry, I started rambling again....I might be nervous to ask what I'm about to ask you."

He takes a small breath.

"Would you ever want to move in together? It's fine if you don't want to, I was just thinking about it this week."

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[bewitchingbaker]

@brooklynislandgirl

cora solmar

[bewitchingbaker]

How does your muse answer their phone? Do they get nervous or panic if they hear it ring? Do they answer it immediately or let it ring out? How do they greet the person on the other end?

Beth has seen alot in her time with Chris.

While they did indeed grow up together, every day lead to a new discovery about the baker. One day she learned that Chris triple checks his door to make sure it's locked. Just last week Chris revealed a hidden dislike for anything involving banana (the texture he finds odd and the flavor is 'too much' for his liking). It didn't take long to figure out his phone habits.

The first time the nurse called Chris when they were teens, her ears were greeted with that still developing voice greeting with 'Hello?'. Even though the young Luna's voice has long since developed into the relaxed and deep tone that blessed her ears, she would always remember that adorable pitch shift in his voice.

Beth began to pick up on who was calling just from how long he let the phone ring. 3 rings and a sigh often meant Camillo was calling with a last minute request, IT or work related. Those who got an immediate answer was either Abuela Julia, Granny Richardson, Angela, Zora or Beth. Two rings were reserved for chaos that was Jess or Rico as he knew they would, in his words, 'be on some silly shit'.

A few months ago, Beth got to witness a repeat of Chris geeking out over the latest Kendrick Lamar news. Just like their senior year it started with a call from Jess. Two rings and a answer. Before he could even answer, Beth could already hear Jess going on and on about something regarding a verse. There was a moment of silence from Chris before he finally said.

'Holy shit....I need to hear this..!'

Which lead to a quick hang up and Beth getting the full breakdown of what was going on. Those large hands made bombastic motions as he breaks down the history of Kendrick and the meaning of each and every lyric.

Now years later while they relaxed on her couch, Beth would hear the familiar ring of Chris's phone. Those hands wave his phone over and he's greeted by another cryptic message just this time from Zora.

"He's dropped again....!"

Another silence.

"Holy shit....I need to hear this!"

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[bewitchingbaker]

<slides across with a daisy in her teeth>

"Mi amor~"

It was if they rehearsed this a thousand times. Like an certain iconic kooky couple, the ever so gorgerous Beth Riley slides into our baker's arms. Without missing a beat, he pulls her into the beginnings of a dance. Not just any dance.

The Tango.

The duo matched each other's steps, not missing a single step. Beth's spins were perfect and Chris's catches were well timed. Our young Luna never misses an opportunity to press a kiss to the back of her hand. Then her wrists. It isn't long before it evolves into a trail of kisses up her arm. Those soft brown hues were lost in those jade hinted eyes, arms slolwy pulling into deep. His lips inching ever so closer to hers before finally they meet in a harmonius kiss.

"You know you're always welcome to a kiss from me~"

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[bewitchingbaker]

🌽 Maybe because Chicago's embrace is frigid in a way the west can never lay claim to, maybe because Beth is cripplingly shy in her own way, maybe because the weight in her hands is from a bouquet of flowers for the ladies of the house and an assortment of wine even the best sommelier would be hard pressed to argue about. Standing there as the bell rings through the house, Beth could name a thousand things that she's nervous about. She doesn't regret accepting the invitation, not when Chris asked so sweetly, but she feels out of place. Crashing what should be a family event. Maybe she should have stayed back in Arizona, picking up an extra shift so someone else could go home. A place where they were meant to be, where they belonged, instead of catching a flight out three days after he'd left. A dusting of snow nestles in her dark strands, something she isn't even aware of when she feels an approaching presence and tries to fix her most charming smile into place.

Compared to the quiet purple home that belonged to the Lunas, the maroon Chicago Greystone was ripe with acticity. Laughs of all ages echoed through one window. In another, the sounds of a local football game could be heard with excited cheers and dissapointed groans. Another window, the clanking of pots and pans rang through the halls along with a few timers.

Despite the symphony of chaos, the Richardsons kept a close ear on the door as anyone could be at the door. Aunt Joan could be late, or Rico's dad could be shuffling in from a last minute Kroger run. It could even be Vic's mom bringing her coveted sweet potato pie! Out of every one, a little girl with her hair in Leia like space buns was beginning to get board watching the other kids scream about fortnite. But the second she heard the door bell ring and sprung into action.

Manuevering through every crowded conversation and ducking in front of the crowded television, she finally made her way to the door.

With a stand on her tip toes, she managed to unlock the door and was greeted by what she would describe as an angel, al least according to her uncle Chris's description. Those coffee hued locks, expensive coat and enchanting eyes made her think of one person. A moment of silence followed before she finally found the words.

"You're pretty," she smiled, revealing the gap in her teeth, "Are you uncle Chris's girlfriend?"

As if she had a sixth sense, Jess walked up to the door with a grin.

"Lauryn? Why do you have our guest standing at the door, suffering in that Chicago weather? I know Vic raised you better than that!" Jess laughed as she welcomed her friend inside. "Come on in! Let me help with that!"

As always, it wasn't a Jess greeting without her iconic hug and once over.

"Looking good as always! Still can't believe I'm looking at the same little lady who tagged along with me on my shopping trips," Jess grinned. As if Beth were made of glass, her hands reached out to brush off any remaining snow that decorated those brunette strands and matching coat. She motions to the excited little girl.

"This is Lauryn, a little trouble maker like her dad," Jess chuckles as Lauryn offers Beth an excited wave, those little hands reaching out to take her coat.

"Apple doesn't fall far from the tree, just like her dad and his little friends. Speaking of," Jess laughs, "Your nerdy boyfriend is in the kitchen helping grandma finish up a few dishes, I'm sure Granny Richardson will let you in there. Me and this little lady can take your coat and gifts for ya."

Just like his sister said, our young Luna was laser focused on putting the finishing touches on a 7UP poundcake. His hands gingerly glazed it's contents, just like he was back at Luna's. An older woman, clad in vintage looney tunes shirt and jeans straightned her glasses at her grandson.

"Boy," Granny Richardson chuckled, "I told you, you're not at work! No need for all that fancy shit!"

Out the corner of her eye, she noticed an unfamiliar face.

"Or are you doing that to impress this cutie that I don't recognize?"

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[bewitchingbaker]

Chris knew how she felt all too well. If it's one thing the baker respected, it was someone's journal. He fully believed one should have a dedicated space to vent all of their feelings. Poems of sadness. Sketches of friends. Dissertations on anger. For your eyes only.

The baker himself found solace in his notebooks and cassette player that let him express his feelings. Sometimes angers. The occasional silly rap about proving 'Camillo wrong'. Even quite a few love songs. One in particular was about the lovely lady he was locking eyes with. A song he was keen on no one discovering. Unfortunately, Jess managed to find it and poke some fun at him over it which led to the Luna sibling's scuffle of 2011.

Three of the eldritch kittens open to peak at the commotion, though she quickly goes back to sleep as there is no sight of dinner.

Violet's hues get lost in the nurse's jade eyes, memories coming to mind. Moments of prolonged glances and unspoken desires. Lingering touches that communicated so much with such small actions. He remembers watching Evil Dead in his room, his face ablaze with blush whenever he would feel Beth squeeze his arm or give his arm a small bite.

The baker was often called a delicate boy by most. But not much scared him, even as a child. Seeing the undead barely even phased him. When the future nurse revealed her fangs, he was surprisingly content. Even with the reveal of her more...threatening abilities, he never looked at her differently.

She would always be 'Sweet kind Beth' in his eyes.

As their lips meet, he closes his eyes in content. He almost forgets about the raspberry pies he baked earlier. More than likely enjoying the hint of mint he tastes. Beth always had great taste in gum. As much as he enjoyed sweets, he preferred the welcoming feeling of Beth's lips.

Those masses he called hands, relaxed into those coffee-colored locks. He gets so lost in their kiss, that he doesn't even notice the increased beating of his heart or the aura filling the room.

Then they break the kiss for much-needed air (though he wishes for a few more minutes of her kisses).

A bashful chuckle escapes his lips, remembering their lips were too busy to properly communicate. Arms now snaking themselves around her waist.

"Yeah," Chris echoes with a bashful smile. "...I...wow.."

His words were already jumbled.

"Did you want to do more...ya know?"

@bewitchingbaker {{xx}}

While the frenzy that clouds her vision with a sort of dim red has nothing to do with memories to their years of growing up together and diminishes into a different sort of emotion altogether, Beth would be touched to know that Chris remembers a lot of things, things written about from her own view in the very book that earned him this moment in the first place. Well, it's ancestors anyway. Napping away in the padded window seat, her cat ~who, on general principal, hates literally every other man in her life, including Andy~ doesn't stir. No lift of his head from his paws, not a twitch of his tail. The world, and Chris in particular, is safe for now. One thing Beth herself does not doubt is that Chris can feel the artillery fire of her heartbeat which seems intent on chipping through the bone of her chest so that it can spill red and raw all of the secrets she keeps inside of it. Things she wants but doesn't believe she deserves. Things she feels but can't find the words in any of the languages she knows to make them come out right. Even the fears that if she ever does, they'll come apart at the seams and ruin all the good things she has going. Including Chris. Maybe especially him, who other than Andy, has always been her rock, her steady point in a chaotic and often misunderstanding world. She wouldn't know what to do if anything ever caused things to change, for him to finally decide she isn't worth it. She tries to blink the dampness away that threatens to surge over the embankments of her lower lids and lashes, and remembers to take a breath. One he seems intent to rob from her a moment later when he speaks. She doesn't miss the change in his eyes but doesn't quite know what to make of it other than make a mental note of how lovely it is ~she's always loved purple best of all the colours~ or how relaxed he seems when everything about him should be tense, terrified. She is, after all, a child of monsters though not entirely one on her own. "An' mebbe you're cr-" she never finishes saying what she's thinking, does she? Not when he swallows her up into the depths of his voice again. And then, he's kissing her back. She can taste a touch of sugared berries on his tongue, the sweetness a lingering taste of his own work; Chris never fails to check the quality of one of his baked goods without making sure it's perfect, even if he's made the recipe a thousand times. Something in the back of her mind murmurs that she should take that as a sign, and another part of her stifles the commentary. Sinks into the kiss the way she dives into water; natural and all consuming, as if she has no other life than that moment. Time dissolves into fragments too fine or too large to tangibly quantify. She doesn't know how long it lasts or why she feels her heart breaking when they gasp for air. She hadn't been watching his lips, now a little damp and probably the slightest bit kiss-plump. She's sure her own look the same. Below knitted brows and hazy eyes where the streaks of honey threaten to overtake the green they're embedded in. She also has no idea what he's just said. "Uhm," a stab in the missed words. "Yeah?"

[bewitchingbaker]

"A hundred percent sweet an' kind an' gentle giant. Dat's your trademark, you know."

The baker stares at Beth for an eternal moment. Those warm brown hues take note of of that smile. Even though they've been dating for a while and they'd known each other even longer. But it was always blessing to see that knowing smile of hers.

It took the baker a moment to realize her answer to his question of what was his trademark. As always, the nurse's answer would earn a dusting of his cheeks.

That ever so large hand of his find their home entangled in her hand. As always, he happily returns her smile with a grin of his own.

"Guess working with those sweets all day had an effect on me," he smiles, "You can thank my mom for the giant part."

He presses a kiss to her temple.

"Just like your trademark is being sweet, brave, and a badass lady~"

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[bewitchingbaker]

18. Does your muse have any strange features or characteristics? Something in particular that might be unusual?

"Hmm..."

Every blue moon Chris gets in small moods. A funk of sorts when he begins thinking about his family. The baker's eyes are glued to a rather old photo of his family. Nothing out of the ordinary. An avarage Luna family photo. Abuela Julia's hands rests on his aunt Angela's shoulders. Alice and Camillo both offer a small peace sign to the camera. Next to his mother is his dad, Kenneth Luna. Offering a wide grin as Jess is smiling cause she's on his shoulders. In his mom's arms, is a toddler Chris, happy as can be.

An average family photo.

At first glance.

Upon further inspection, one could notice something a bit odd about Julia and Regine Luna's fingertips. They were covered in dark black substance that they often referred to as a frostbite incident. But if you looked closely, it resembled a more ink like substance. A sign of a deal with a certain entity for who knows what.

What kind of deal did they make? Why? Was it for a good reason?

Questions swirled around his head. Those soft brown hues look to his fingers as normal as can be...but he briefly imagines if his fingers looked the same. Then he begins to ponder if he would repeat the cycle. His once calm breathing begins to pick up speed, his heart slowly getting ready to make a hundred yard dash out of his chest.

But a familiar hand on his shoulder saves his heard from jumping out his chest

His attention turns to Beth with a relieved sigh, covering her hand with his own. Chris can't help but offer a nod of thanks.

"Hey you," Chris greets, "You always find ways to sneak up on me."

He offers a laugh before resting his head on her chest.

"....You would stop me from doing something stupid, right?"

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[bewitchingbaker]

15. Does your muse have any birthmarks, stretch marks, freckles, or moles? Where are they?

A 16 year old Chris stares at his reflection in the hotel mirror.

Those soft brown hues look over his features for a moment. A large curly afro, no doubt still inspired by his favorite Philadelphia drummer. His eyes are huge, 'puppy dog' eyes as his aunt often called them. Usually giving everyone a clear indication of any emotion he felt at the moment. He's begun to fill out thanks to everyones favorite friend, puberty. Those once sticks he called arms have gained quite amount of mass, thanks to a combination of 5 squares a day and lifting everything in the bakery.

Andy often joked about him joining the team, though he knows Chris is way too invested in a potential career in arts.

But Chris doesn't exactly possess the abs that the older teen often flexed. Though his chest rivaled Andy's, his tummy was much more soft compared to the washboard muscles of the football team captain. His eyes wander to the small star shaped shaped mole that rests on those chubby cheeks of his.

The proof of his growing mass could be seen on the inner parts of his arm and on certain parts of his thighs. He can only sigh at his broad frame.

There's a hint of regret in his eyes, unsure of his decision to join his sister, Andy and Beth on a trip Oasis Waterpark. Why not? It's a weekend trip with people he considered close friends. He gets to be away from the hellish heat of Luna's kitchen.

But then he remembers he has to be shirtless to go to the pool. In front of Beth no less. He looks at the 2 xl Pearl Jam tee with a roll of his eyes. While a small gift from his close friend, he still can't shake that teenage jealousy of Eddie Vedder as Beth never misses an opportunity to sing his praises.

Then he hears a familiar series of three knocks against the door. Looks like he thought her up.

Chris quickly slips on his shirt to open the door to see the light of his teenage heart, Beth Riley. Much like him, her Janis Joplin tshirt is a 2 sizes too big though it maybe because it's a shirt that belonged to him and he left it at their place. Like an open book, she can sense something is wrong with her friend. One of the perks of being fluent in 'quiet kid' as Jess often puts it.

Her hand reaches out to his shoulder, inquiring whats wrong in that loveley voice of hers. Chris does that thing he always does when he can't find the words and rubs the back of his neck as if the right saying is there. His eyes wander to the phone in her other hand with an inquisitive tilt of his head. He follows her to her to his bed, taking a seat next to her.

Then he remembers her trip back home for the Monarch Festival. Once he looks over the videos of the various dancers, the baker notices a small radiant smile spread across her face.

'They're beautiful, ya know? They almost remind me of you. Ya both are big, huggable honestly. Very beautiful.'

Now here he is, 30 years old.

Much had changed over the years. He's grown to appreciate the small stretch marks that decorated those huge arms. An equally matching pair of hands squeeshed his cheeks with a small smile. Though he still works for a much more solid tummy, he loves its softness a little more. Plus, with the addition of a moon shaped piercing that hung from his belly button, he grew to appreciate his softness.

'You look like a hero, Killika but you're still lovely to hug.'

Her words upon seeing him after so many years still played like a lovely song in his head whenever he looked at his physique. Beth often said she could never find the right words for things and Chris would always disagree. If it's one thing Beth had, it was great timing. His mind would always wander to her kind and encouraging words throughout the years.

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