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latenightsimping · 2 years

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Cheeky Lil Devil (drabble)

I don’t really have much of an explanation on this. It was me, @mantorokk-writes , @mcplestreet, @charlie-heatons-whxre & @corrodedhawkins being cheeky (wheyy) in a gc about Eddie lmao

cw: nudity, smut implied and mentioned but not described explicitly, sorta fluff, kinda cute? idk

At first, you wondered if you were seeing things. Wondered if it was just a trick of the light, or something that got transferred from the bedsheets somehow.

But no, that was a tattoo. On your boyfriend’s ass cheek.

You were surprised you’d never seen it before. Then again, most times he was naked, you weren’t exactly paying much attention considering the warm haze of pleasure that he so often put you under. You’d marvelled the rest of his body for countless hours; the soft pudge of his belly peppered with fine hairs that trailed under his belly button, the strong forearms that flexed in exertion and strong thighs that you loved to trace your fingertips over when you lay in bed wearing nothing. And yes, you had let your eyes follow his bare ass whenever he got up to grab a glass of water from the kitchen, but you swore you’d never seen the little heart on the left cheek until now.

“Babe,” you began, eyebrows furrowed as you sat yourself further up on the bed. “Is that… Do you have something on your ass?”

He made a hum of enquiry as he looked over to you from where he was fiddling with the stereo, standing up to his full height before his head craned behind him to see what you were looking at. A grin spread over his face; the boyish, lopsided grin that had stolen your heart so long ago. “Yeah,” he chuckled, shrugging slightly as he continued with feeding another cassette into the slot. “Got it when I was absolutely fuckin’ wasted at a house party couple of years ago now. Like it?”

You made a noise of contemplation, pulling a mock look of deep thought as he turned to get back into bed. “I dunno. Lemme see it up close?”

Though he laughed, he still indulged you, turning onto his stomach so you could see it. Now you were focusing, you could see it wasn’t just a heart. You could see the tiny devil horns on the top, a little pronged tail trailing down the bottom. All in faded black lines, most of them shaky and not well applied. Though it wasn’t what you expected to see, you couldn’t deny how… Eddie it was. It was tongue in cheek, slightly tacky, and rough around the edges. Things you’d heard him described as, and some you could agree with. Rough around the edges, for sure. All chains and ripped denim, but an absolute sweetheart underneath it. Tongue in cheek, absolutely. He knew his name had been dragged through the mud, and he had lost his energy to give a fuck about it long ago. Slightly tacky? Sometimes, but you adored him nonetheless.

“What’s the verdict?” he finally asked after a few heartbeats of silence, a brow raised with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. Fuck, he looked so handsome like this. Not a care in the world, and not a stitch of clothing on him. Good enough to eat.

Playfully slapping his ass, you watched it slightly jiggle with delight as you flopped onto your back. “Totally metal, babe. Suits you.”

A grin spread over his face as he shifted to his side, his arms encircling your waist to bring you closer to his chest. “Yeah? Maybe we could get you one too. Have matching tatties.”

You couldn’t help but giggle as you settled yourself to get comfortable, resting your chin against his sternum to look up at him. “Not exactly romantic, is it? An ass tattoo?”

“It’s totally romantic,” he scoffed, a hand coming up to tuck an errant strand of hair behind your ear. His eyes glimmered with mischief, slightly darkened as he raised a brow. “Would look totally hot on you, too.”

“You think my ass is, and I quote, ‘hottest ass in the whole of Hawkins’, tattoo or not,” you countered, the apples of your cheeks heating up as you remembered when he’d said it. When you’d bent over to reach something at the bottom of his fridge, followed up after a wolf whistle from behind you. Not that you minded his endless compliments.

“Guilty as charged,” he replied in a low murmur, leaning down to press a hot kiss to your eager lips. You felt a hand grab the meat of your ass in a firm grip, making you squeal against him. The kiss deepened, and you knew exactly what it meant. It meant that even though you’d not long fucked, he was ready for another round.

It meant you weren’t going to sleep for a while yet. And you couldn’t find it within yourself to complain.

#eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson blurb #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x you #late night drabbles

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h-georges · 4 days

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galaxy, silk, oasis & tattoo!! ^_^

Hiii!!! Sorry for the late reply, I was a sleepy lil guy today 🩵

Galaxy — What fascinates you?

I was going to answer this from a special interest stand point, but fuck it I’m being poetic. I understand “fascinating” as “something that leaves me dumbstruck / full of awe”. Things that leave me feeling this way are: outer space / the galaxy / planets etc; the still, striking beauty of watching the sun rise when surrounded by nature; and honestly, how genuinely my partner loves me ☺️

Silk — What outfit makes you feel confident?

It unfortunately varies based off where I am— I live in a smaller city surrounded by a lot of farms so I don’t feel comfortable being as flamboyant as I would in NYC; but either “tacky button down & chinos” or anything with my glitter doc martens will typically do the trick.

Oasis — Dream destination?

I have big dreams of multiple tours all over the world; now that I say that out loud, I need to evaluate how the last 7-ish months have affected those dreams. At this point, I’d love to at least get to Ireland and Italy/Sicily.

Tattoo — Do you have/want any tattoos or piercings?

I have a bunch of tattoos! Unfortunately, I’d like to cover at least half of them 😅 But I’m constantly dreaming of getting more, the top being a tribute piece for my late grandpa and a coverup piece on my forearm; I’d like it to be a tarot card, but I haven’t decided on which one.

I also have a septum piercing lol

#thank you for the questions treasured mutual

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libraryofloveletters · 3 years

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so cute fic request. You are Maddie's OBGYN and at every appointment she insists to set you up with Buck, you deny her and finally one say yes just to be quiet and you meet what a great guy Buck is

The Set Up

Evan Buckley x Reader

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and doctors offices, reader wears makeup, alcohol and the consumption of

Category: Straight Up Fluff

Word Count: 2.6k

Author’s Note: here's a lil late v-day present for y’all :)

Part 2: Dispatch: Labour in Progress

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“How does the baby look ?” Maddie was laid back, her eyes on the monitor. “Perfect, a perfect little baby” you smile at her as you hand her a towel to wipe up the gel.

“How many copies would you like ?” you turn towards the ultrasound machine.

“As many as you'd give me” she laughed, pulling her shirt back down.

“Dad’s working ?” you asked, leaning back in the chair. “Yeah, he’s been trying to get off a day to come with me” she sits up, pulling out her phone.

Maddie was one of your favourite patients, she was a sweetheart and always happy, regardless of what was happening, you didn't know how she did it. She began showing you a few pictures of the nursery and two guys who were in the picture. The first guy was Chimney, who was the baby’s father and Maddie’s boyfriend, the two of you had met at a previous appointment and the other guy, who you hadn't meant yet but felt like you had, was her brother Evan or Buck, which is what he went by.

“You know, if you want to just come in one day when he's off work, we can just do a regular check-up just so he can see. It doesn’t have to be anything special for you to come in”

“You’d do that ?”

“Of course I would, between me and you, you’re my favourite patient”

Maddie smiled at you, “so,” she gave you a look, “since I am your favourite patient, would you also go on a date with Buck ?” she asked, you nearly choked on your coffee. Maddie had a habit of trying to set you up with her brother. She did it often but it still caught you off guard each time. You coughed, “Maddie, no.” you laughed, “that would be unprofessional”

“Oh come on, take a risk y/n. Life goes on and one date won't kill you”

“Who said I’m looking ?”

“Please, you are. You can't lie to me” she smiled, you shook your head. “Still a no Maddie” you handed her the copies of the ultrasound. “If you do want to do the ultrasound when he’s home, just give me a call” you smiled at her and she got up. “I will, thank you”

A few weeks later and Maddie was back in your office. “Good afternoon momma,” you were looking at the files as you walked in, pushing the door shut with your foot. Taking a seat on your little spinny chair, you look up when Maddie says good morning back to you.

“Oh Chimney, it’s nice to see you” you smile as you shake the gel bottle.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “it’s good to be here”

You hand him the gel bottle, he looked at you with brows furrowed. “You’re a paramedic, aren't you ? Go ahead” you chuckle as you turn the ultrasound machine on. “How are you feeling ?” you ask, “good actually, thanks for asking” Chim answers you.

“I’m glad to hear that but I was asking Maddie” Chim’s mouth forms an O and he nods, Maddie smiles at him. “I’m good, baby’s good too. Kicking a lot recently. Especially when I drink orange juice” she chuckled.

“And still just the one cup of coffee ?”

“Yeah, he won’t let me have anymore” she groans

“Good, as he should be. You’re lucky I agreed to the one cup Maddie, you know I rather if you didn’t”

“Ugh,” she groaned and rolled her eyes, “not you too”

“I’m your doctor, it's my job to remind you unfortunately”

Maddie sighs and rolls her eyes once again. You get what she meant, you couldn’t be pregnant and not have coffee, pregnancy is exhausting as it is, imagine it without coffee. “you know how to use an ultrasound machine right ?” you look over at Chimney, who was looking rather confused.

”I do, why ?”

“Would you like to do it ?”

“Really ?”

“Yeah, I let the dads have a chance to do it sometime. Makes them feel a little more involved”

“I'd love too”

You hand him the wand and step back, you watch as he rolls it across her belly. It was always sweet when the fathers came to the appointment, even more so when they're involved.

“Y/n?”

“Yes Maddie?”

“Will you go on a date with Buck ?” She smiled sweetly at you, Chim looked at her, half shocked and half confused.

“If I say yes to one date, will you quit bugging me about it ?”

“Of course, just one date is all I’m asking for”

“Does he know you’re setting him up ?”

“Yeah- well no ? but he won't mind. It's part of my job as his sister”

“Maddie, I have siblings as well, you don't see me setting them up”

“Yeah yeah, that’s fine”

Chim turned to you. “everything looks good doc”

“Then we’re all done. Just hit print on the machine and you’ll get the pictures”

Maddie wiped the gel off her stomach. She took a pen from the desk and scribbled a number down before handing the paper to you. “That’s his number, just message him”

“You’re setting me up and I have to message him too ?”

“Oh come on, you’ll be fine. Thank you for this and I'll be expecting details at my next appointment!” She gave you a smile before walking out. Chim looked at you, “I’m sorry I didn't know she was going to do that.” You laughed, “it's okay, she’s not the first person to do that. You should catch up with her though, she walks really fast for a pregnant lady” you chuckle, Chim smiled and walked out to find Maddie. You had some time to kill before your next appointment, you looked down at the paper in your hand.

Do you text or not ? Wouldn't that be creepy ? Like oh hey, I'm your sister’s doctor let's go on a date.

You know what ?

Screw it, what’s the worst that could happen.

To Buck: Hey, I'm y/n. Your sister gave me your number, hope this isn't weird. She's been trying to set me up with you for months, thought we’d hit it off haha

God that was so stupid. Why the hell did you put haha ?

From Buck: Hey, it’s cool. She’s weird like that. What’s up ?

Oh shit, he answered.

To Buck: Just at work, how about you ?

From Buck: Same thing

Wait what do I say now ? Do you ask him out ?

From Buck: Hope this isn't too forward of me or anything like that, but maybe you’d wanna grab a drink tonight ? Only if you’re free

Guess you don't have to ask him now

To Buck: Yeah, that sounds good. Pick a place and let me know ? I’m off at 4 so anytime after that is fine.

From Buck: I’m off at 6, how about 7 at the bar on Main Street ?

To Buck: sounds good, see you then

It was now 3:30 and Maddie was your last patient of the day. There was no harm in leaving now. After putting away your files and replying to a few emails from patients, you headed out. Only one issue you had when you got home was what to wear.

Well so you thought.

Taking a shower was the easy part, trying to do your hair and makeup with only 2 hours left, was a bit of a hassle. First disaster of the night was too much mousse in your hair, making it sticky and tacky. Washing it out, you managed to set it the way you like. The powder compact had fallen onto the floor, you hoped it wasn’t broken, turns out hope isn't enough. The other powder you had was far too light for your complexion right now and you decide against makeup for the night.

Let him meet the bare you, you can wow him next time, if there is a next time.

Deciding on a simple outfit, a white shirt that fit you nicely and a pair of black pants that went along with it. In your head, it seemed boring but in the mirror, it looked much better. Walking into the kitchen, there was a half drunk glass of wine from the night before.

Stale wine or nervous wreak ? Stale wine it is.

You down the wine, spilling some onto your shirt. “Are you kidding-” groaning and turning back to the room, you end up changing your entire outfit. A pair of blue jeans and a black top that fit you in all the right places. One more look in the mirror and a hand through your hair, you headed out the door.

It didn't take you long to arrive at the bar, as you only lived a few minutes off Main Street. You had seen Buck from the countless pictures Maddie had shown you so it didn’t take long to spot in at a table in the corner either.

“Hey” you walked over, a smile on your face. He stood up, “Hi! you must be y/n” he leaned in for a hug, you mirrored his actions. “I am, it’s nice to meet you”

The two of you sat across from each other and there was a bottle of beer in front of you. Buck spoke up when he noticed you noticing the bottle, “I ordered for you, I hope that's alright- you can order something else”

“It’s fine, thank you” you take a sip, not your usual choice in drink but you didn't need to complain either. There was some silence for a while, not uncomfortable but not comfortable either. Anyone that passed by could tell it was a first date, if you could even call it that.

“How do you know Maddie ?” he asks, you smile at him and take a sip of the beer before answering him.

“I’m her OB”

“Her ?” Buck had a confused expression on his face.

“Her doctor, her obstetrician actually”

“Oh for baby Buckley” he nodded.

“Yeah, she's been bugging me about you since we’ve met actually. She’s sweet but she’s persistent” you chuckle and Buck gives you a smile, “that’s my sister”

The night went by rather quickly, the two of you sharing work stories. Buck told you about the time he worked a full moon and they responded to a call at a yoga class only to have 3 women go into labour simultaneously.

“It was the full moon I swear! I tried to tell Bobby but he didn't listen to me!” he said, laughing.

You nodded and laughed too, “no, it’s true. I've had so many full moon babies. I never book off full moons because I know someone is going to go into labour”

“Thank you! Someone gets what I mean!”

You then told him about the time you filled in for your colleague, he told you it was supposed to be a regular birth but turns out it was quadruplets. It was nice to find someone who understood your weird work schedule. The two of you shared stories until the waitress came over to tell you that they’d be closing in a few minutes. It was a little past midnight when she came over, the two of you decided to call it a night and head out together.

“How are you getting home ?” he asked you, you walked with him over to his Jeep that was parked down the street. “I’ll just walk, I don’t live too far from here”

“No” he stated while shaking his head

“No ?” you questioned him, your brows furrowed as you looked at the man in front of you.

“I invited you out, at least let me take you home. It’s late too, it won't be right to let you walk home by yourself”

“Are you sure ? I don't want you to go out of your way”

“Oh no it’s cool, c’mon”

He opened the door for you like the gentlemen he is and then got in after. “Which way my darling ?” he gave you a cheesy smile which made you chuckle. “A left at the next light and the brown building is me” you leaned back in the seat. It was quiet as he drove down the street, you looked over at him and admired him. From the way his hand rested on his wheel to the little smile on his face, even to the birthmark above his eye.

“It's rude to stare”

“Can't help myself, you're pretty”

Oh shit, did you just-

Buck looked over at you, a wicked little smile on his face. “You think I’m pretty ?”

You could feel the blush on your face, “uh- well- um I guess ?”

“I think you more than guess that but whatever you say” he smiled

Buck pulled into the building parking lot, he stopped and his head hit the seat as he leant back. Looking over at you, “let me walk you up ?”

“You’ve already done enough, it's fine”

“It’s fine. Come on” he got out, you mirrored his actions. Buck followed behind you as the two of you made your way up to your apartment. Unlocking the door, you stepped in and he stood by the door.

“Do you want to come in ?” setting your keys on the counter, you look back at the man who was leaning against the doorframe.

“I’d love too but I've got the first shift. Maybe another time ?”

“Yeah, that’s fine” walking back over to him, you stood in front of him. Even with him leaning, he still towered over you.

“I had a nice time tonight” you say, he nods. “I did too. Maybe we can do this again sometime ?”

“I'd like that”

“Okay.” he smiles, “well, good night then y/n”

“Good night Buck” standing on your toes, you go to kiss his cheek but it seems he had the same idea, both of you turning your heads at the same time and your lips were on his. Buck’s hand cupped your face for the few moments your lips were on his. When you pulled away, Buck had a slight red tint on his face, a blush or simply could have been the heat coming from your apartment, either way you were sure you looked the same way.

“How does Saturday sound ? Noon for lunch if you’re free ?” he breaks the silence.

"Saturday sounds perfect”

Buck smiled at you once more, he turned and began walking back to the elevator. He stopped in the middle of the hallway, turning back once again and walked towards your door. He leaned down and gave you one more kiss. Laughing at the sweetheart that was now smiling at you from the other end of the hallway, you watched as he stepped on the elevator and then shut your door.

Outside of your building was a happy Buck who skipped his way over to his car, his keys twirling on his finger with a big grin on his face. As he got into his car, he sent his sister a text message.

To Maddie: You seem to know me better than I think, thank you.

Upstairs, there was a similar scene, a happy you skipping their way to bed with a smile on their face. As you laid in bed, you too sent a text message to Maddie.

To Maddie: Your match making efforts have worked, thank you.

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vaguely-concerned · 3 years

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The Mandalorian season 2 ep 1 AGAIN! it’s the rewatch folks

- The entire last season reminder/intro scene is kind of clunky and we’re-hitting-you-over-the-head-with-this, but I think it’s important to note that it’s probably meant for the vast majority of people who watched this stuff once a wholeass year ago, and not for me, the crazy person who watched each episode at least five times lol

I like the way mando & bb walk from darkness into brief light and back into darkness here... the directors keep finding such cool ways of using the armour cinematically, there must be some lighting considerations to be made when your main character is essentially a walking disco ball. I enjoy the mood of this planet too -- the distant lights, the way the sky isn’t quite dark like there’s a city providing some light pollution nearby (it’s a bit clearer as he walks further into the... town? that it’s not just sunset, the sky is lit up weirdly)

also when din moves towards the camera and out of sight in this first appearance, the signet is the very last thing that leaves the frame! I just thought that was sweet, a clan of two :’)

- shotout to these two lads and their boldly absolutely inexplicable hat choices (I love gratuitous star wars crowd scenes you guys)

those tacky gold sequins on her sleeves... immaculate, beautiful, someone sat through like full body makeup application to be on screen a literal split second, that good good sw nonsense

- oh I didn’t notice before but I think those gladiator dudes are using vibroaxes! I guess they have the technology to portray it in live action now after the vibroblades in the first season

- the way bb glances up at din like ‘hey dad. dad what the fuck???’ as one gomorrean nearly chops the arm off the other fjaslfds

- when you look for it it’s comically obvious that those guys are working for the dude mando’s meeting, they’ve all got more or less the same dark uniform and don’t look much at the fight haha. they might as well have ‘hired thugs’ stamped upon their foreheads

- I like how pared down and spare the music is in this fight scene, it’s just the faint whine of the electric guitars under the thuds of meat hitting metal

also still love how din fights, the fact that he doesn’t even try to not get hit a lot of the time, he’s just tanking through it waiting for someone to fling themselves at him in a way he can exploit to take them out

the bouncer seems to be holding something like sci-fi handcuffs when he grabs din and lifts him off his feet, so he probably meant to restrain him quickly. bonus: I didn’t notice it the first time around, but din really went straaaaaiiight for this dude’s gentleman area once he dropped him back on his feet lol (you can even see him taking a split second to orient himself and take aim first fhsdkfhas). good job space cowboy dad, sometimes fighting smart means fighting dirty

- leaving this awful dude hanging upside down to get eaten after employing some very deliberate phrasing so he’s not even breaking his word is the ruthless HEIGHT of mando’s hilarious petty streak and it makes me cackle, gives me life, waters my crops

- oh, the palpable loneliness and longing in din’s voice when he says ‘if I can track down another of my kind’ ;_______; I’m sorry buddy

- may we speak for a moment about the fact that din carries his son around in what seems very much to be a saddle bag sdafjkhsa

- the way din checks in with peli (to see if she’s fucking with him? he’s very confused anyway haha) over the map before saying “I don’t see anything” is so precious. he already seems much more socially tuned in and responsive compared to the beginning of season 1, you love to see it, coming out of that freeze response baBEY

- I can’t get over how much the baby loves speed, this is coming back to bite you so hard if you’re ever going to have to teach this kid how to drive one day mando

- awwww the little patented mando finger curl as he enters the bar <3<3<3 that’s sort of his tell for being preoccupied/anxious; I think finding other mandos, someone to trust and to get help from, means A Lot to him

once he sees the marshall in the armour his shoulders drop down and he stands up straighter :’) hope is a powerful thing (I guess all of this might add even more to how angry he is too)

the DEAD STOP when cobb takes the helmet off sdkfhkajsldhfsdk

- yodito putting his lil mouth on the lip of this jar thing is such a well observed little quirk of baby behaviour, I’m crying

(there is liquid of some sort in this thing; I’ve seen some people theorize it’s a spittoon but for my own peace of mind I’m going to forcefully declare that it is not thank you)

- so much stuff packed into that “He’s seen worse”!! dismissal, self-deprecation, sorrow, resignation, warning.

- the contrast in this standoff of vanth’s eastwood eye twitch and the complete deadpan impassiveness of din’s helmet and general demeanor... wonderful

- upon rewatching I’m actually wondering if some of these scenes with the baby on his own were filmed independently of the actors and that it might add to that slight distracting feeling of disconnect/distance you get through the episode. (it’s sort of odd to me that mando doesn’t even glance down at him as the whole place starts to shake, for example) there must be a lot of stuff that comes down to technical considerations with the baby; I suspect it takes a lot of time and resources to have him walking around too much, which is why The Waddle is kind of a rare treat

what I’m saying is that they may be saving up dad & baby interaction resources for episodes where it’s more relevant or important

- so is this a one bantha town or is it just for convenient film language reasons it was all alone in frame like that lol

also cobb’s ‘mondays amirite’ look fdsakjfhsjk

- since I think it every time I get to this part: this is a very neat hairstyle this person is rocking, suits them!

- ah the stern pointer finger of emphasis. din TALKS, no, COMMUNICATES so much in this episode you guys!!!!!

- rip this tusken, the bravest person who ever lived

- the delivery of “...they might be open to some fresh ideas” is the funniest moment of this entire episode don’t @ me

- oh the kotor-ness of it all lol

- jill (the girl who hands cobb the detonator) is so cute with her hat and everything ;____;

- I suppose these tuskens are really the bravest people to ever live considering they saw what happened to the last guy (or gal I suppose I don’t know how sand people gender works)

- baby needs some goggles to protect his giant eyes from wind and sand Y___Y

- they’ve nailed how to make the jetpacks work in live action, it looks really cool and I suspect it easily could have uh. not

- this poor sacrificial bantha... it even tried to get away

- ooooh the heart eyes -- cobb 100% has a crush on this man jfsdflhsad. (with it being sort of unrequited/’oh man I’m behind about 150 layers of dissociation too many to even really consider that one way or the other bud’ from mando’s side #personal headcanon disclaimer)

- my take on why din doesn’t get dissolved in acid in there is that that stuff is released from a specific gland or something that the dragon can unleash at will and that the spit itself doesn’t have that quality on its own (or at least it’s a lot less potent)

- seems pretty well confirmed by now that yodito is a carnivore huh hahaha

- I find it obscurely satisfying that cobb seems to be wearing exactly his old outfit under the armour -- he did just strap it on on top of what he already was. (there’s something there -- he’s a whole thing still without the armour, and at this time at least din would not be I don’t think) just some good narrative foil stuff going on here under the surface

also once again props to the costume design; without the armour he looks so vulnerable again, they have dressed him to emphasise his height and slenderness (especially compared to mando, who actually seems to have bulked up a bit? fatherhood suits him I guess)

plus, the way the baby looks questioningly up at din while he watches cobb walk away? yeah, din is lonely, let this poor man have a friend who stays around soon T______________T

- heeey boba, nice threads! my guess is that he’s not going to be there for the armour if he does track din down, since he hasn’t seemed to be in any haste to get it back before (which is interesting!). he might also have been unable to go looking for it before because he was still recovering from being half digested, of course, they could play it a lot of different ways

I wonder if we’ll get more of him in the next ep or if they’ll let the tension ramp up through the season

#star wars #the mandalorian #the mandalorian meta #the mandalorian spoilers #just to be safe hey

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 6 years

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No Place Like Home 💜

Dedicated to @marvelpotterlove 💜 This is a five part series. Reader is a single real estate agent in Cali. Fluff, Smut, and Mild Drama included.

Word Count: Over 1,000 for sure 😂 (sorry if you aren't tagged ran out of room)

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Part 3: Put On a Show

With a fresh silk press straightening your mane to fall to your bra strap, you look fairly different and it's not that you don't like it, afterall it shows off your length. You just prefer your hair to be wide and full to balance out the fullness of your curves. Of course Jamira never did care for your naps. She demanded that you straighten it before her wedding and rather than argue, you just got it done. You could always wash it out. Erik went with you, calling an uber to get you to the salon. He withheld his comments, but you could tell he liked your thick cloud of coils better.. even though he'd said you look beautiful either way. Back in the room, you put your bridesmaid dress in the closet.

"It need to stay there," Erik quipped almost making you snort. It wasn't a bad dress given the circumstances, but then it was not something you'd rewear. Still, you'd paid for the dress and you planned to find an opportunity to wear it again.

"I've been meaning to ask you, is it typical for all this shit to happen three days before a wedding or were they supposed to prep some of this in advance," Erik asks poised on the higher bunk of your childhood bedroom. He's way too big for that thing. You're too big for it, but it's going to have to work for the next three nights.

"I'm not experienced with weddings so I can't really say, but I personally wouldn't wait. I don't wanna sound bitchy, but if I'm gonna host events meant to be memorable for a special day, I'm gonna put more thought into the planning so that it's not tacky and chaotic. There're enough last minute details as it is.. and I couldn't imagine rushing my own wedding activities.."

"You want a wedding?" His legs dangle off the edge as he watches you wrap your hair in the dresser mirror. Meeting his eyes in the glass, you shrug. You don't typically let your mind drift in the direction of weddings and marriage or commitments. With marriage comes the responsibility of another person's needs and desires, which isn't a bad thing.. but people get married and they're no longer themselves. They compromise and bend and sacrifice..

"I don't wanna be stagnant.. I don't want to compromise my career, my lifestyle, and all the things I've worked for to be saddled into a life with my dreams on the backburner like what happens in so many marriages. I wanna grow into myself freely.. like a bonsai that hasn't been tied down."

"Complicated answer to a simple question."

Your eyes dart to his in this mirror and they're alight with humor. He's obviously messing with you.

"Okay smartass," you smirk, "Maybe you could answer it better. Do you want a wedding?" He throws his head back in a scoff.

"I'm the one remember? I marry you. That's how this ends."

"Oh that's what we're pitching? I'm with it. When do we tell everyone we’re engaged?" You stress the last word, fanning your fingers imagining a flashy ring. Your head scarf is finally tied allowing you to face Erik fully now.

"Maybe tomorrow after tonight's show.. You up for what we discussed?"

Ha! You cackle at the thought of your family's sour faces, a wicked grin brimming from within. You can't help the shimmy of your shoulders and he shakes his head fighting a smile as the right side of his mouth quirks. The energy is contagious.

"How are we going to do this, do you beat the wall while I moan or do we both grunt close to the door like cavemen? Which way makes them think I'm getting my vagina smashed like a cupcake?"

"Well, I can make some clapping noises and talk shit and you can moan, but first we need to know if you can do a believable moan. Let me hear it."

Clearing your throat, you take a breath and he rolls his eyes.

"Uhn.. Uhn!.. Oh yeah.. Oh yeah.. Right there," you ham. It's convincing enough, at least to you, but Erik shakes his head and buries his face into his thick hands with a groan.

"This is real life sweetheart, not porn. You need to moan like a nigga up in them guts and just rippin ya shit. Channel that and try again."

Pft. If you were getting dick like that, you wouldn't be cruising pornhub. You channel your vibrator as the next best thing.

"Oohhhh... yesss" you groan and he shrugs.

"Better. Much better, but it's still weak. Keep in mind you want it to sound like good dick, so dont insult me with no lil ass baby moans."

"Okay so help me get it right so I can do you justice."

"....This ain't finna work. Change of plans." He hops down from the top bunk to sit on the bottom bed and pats the spot next to him. Once you sit, his hand hovers over the zipper of your capris, but his eyes remain on yours. "May I?" This man is bold. What ever happened to fake moans.

"I wouldn't have to if you knew how to sound like you were enjoying yourself. A little motivation might help your performance."

"You're really serious.."

"Damn serious. You'd paid $1,000 for me might as well get your money's worth."

"What is this, Pretty Woman? Are you Julia Roberts?"

"Nah, I'm prettier.. and what you got to lose except them horrible acting skills?" His head tilts.

"Wow. You're really coming for me right now."

"So return the favor." His fingers undo the button and zipper on your capris and you stare at him wondering if you should cave. This whole relationship is meant to be fake, which means the pretending portion should remain just that.. pretend. So why then are you considering indulging in these very real hoetivities? It's a strange thing. Kneeling on the floor before you, he tugs your capris off and lays them neatly over the bed.

"So we're really doing this right now and not acting? All because you think I can't act effectively?" The look on your face says 'not likely' because it's bullshit. You know it's complete bullshit. He grins widely, flashing those gold fangs like a child who got caught red-handed and you shake your head dismissively. Total bullshit.

"That smile don't work on me."

"You a gotdamn liar," he says lowly, reaching up to pull off your panties. When you don't make a move to stop him, his grin returns and he trails his fingers up your slit.

"Why are you so excited? You look like a little kid," you chuckle and his eyebrow lifts in question. He's got your thick calf over his shoulder and his fingers strum and massage the skin of your elevated thigh.

"Whatchu mean? I love eating pussy. I could ask you the same question." His thick finger pushes into you and explores before slowly pulling out and raising for you to see the wetness clinging to it.

"Why you so wet, hm? You could've just asked me for some relief. I know you attracted to me. You scared of me too?" His tone is mocking and you roll your eyes knowing that you'd have never asked him. Why would you ask him for that when he's already doing so much.

"That's so tacky and inappropriate, not to mention an opportunistic thing to do, taking advantage of your kindness and concern. Hey, I know we barely know each other and you're saving my literal ass here, but hey would you eat me out too? Thanks."

"Mhm," his this thick finger invading your lower opening steals your attention and he chases it with a second finger, stretching you sweetly from the inside. You're 88% sure he's ignored your entire speech, but at this point you don't actually care enough to protest. With a contented sigh you relax, dropping back on the bed and you can hear his quiet chuckle. It's a comforting sound. His fingers work, stroking your inner walls in a come here motion then spreading and scissoring, dancing and rubbing repeatedly against your nerve endings. You're suddenly aware of your breathing and it's hard and loud. The makings of what you know to be a high whine threatens to burst from your throat and you swallow down the obnoxious sound. When a third finger goes in, you feel yourself tense, but his strong forearms pin your thighs apart.

"Shhit," you whisper trying to pull back from his fingers. The familiar heating sensation is tightening your lower abdomen, but the stretch is a lot. You hum trying to keep yourself grounded, knowing fully well it doesn't make sense to do, not now. It's showtime. You're supposed to be putting on a show for the house.

"Let go," he says with direct eye contact and it's the permission you didn't know you needed. Panting, your back arches against his fingers and you rotate your hips riding them, spilling desperate moans into the air. The freedom is invigorating causing you to unleash completely. It's you who's in control now as he lets you use his fingers how you need and you let them plunge and stretch you freely, while you rub yourself wildly to a tensing orgasm with your eyelids tightly shut. "Hooo shit," you cry out still shuddering, but you feel at peace now. You breathe in and out to come down from your high when you feel his fingers drag out of you. Opening your eyes you see him peering down at you and his wet fingers go to his mouth, his thick pink tongue rolling over and between them suggestively before sucking away the white creamy residue. Spreading your thighs, you wordlessly make your request and his mouth drops to nip at your inner left thigh before placing wet kisses down to your outter lips. It drives you crazy.

"Erik," you plead and he places one more bite on your inner right thigh before looking up through his long dark lashes. His tongue swirls on your skin making the muscles in your vagina squeeze in jealousy.

"If you ain't shy, say what you want.. but be careful what you ask for," he challenges and there's a smile in his warning. Honestly though, fuck the warning. Since you're already hoeing, might as well get your cakes smashed. Who knows when you'll have the time again. Once you get back to Cali, it's work time and you plan to run. A hard stinging smack on your clit jolts you back to the current situation with a hard yelp and your eyes angrily refocus on Erik's.

"You can't stop them lil wheels in your head from turning, can you?" He sounds exasperated but he wears a smile. Those fangs.. next to perfect, white teeth, something you've always required of a potential partner. His long tongue snakes out and flicks and immediately your lower muscles clench. Say what you want, he'd said.

"I want you.. to put that tongue.. right here," you say pointing to your clit. He does, but then he doesn't move. Smartass. You try to move his head where you need it but he pushes your hands away. You feel yourself throb and you can't wait anymore.

"Erik, can you eat this nani or fuck me, please," you ask sweetly. He scoffs before sending another smack to your clit making it jump.

"Call me daddy and I'll give you what you want." It's a blunt order that you know you won't get pass. He's enjoying the situation way too much. He stands and adjusts himself in his pants and you know he's big. You can tell. He has big dick energy in waves. Noticing the trajectory of your eyes, he rolls his with a dry laugh.

"Okay, damn. This better be good, daddy. Fuck me."

"Mmm," he smiles pulling off his shirt. As his pants come off, your eyes roam the wonderland that is his body in awe. Not only is he jacked like a kangaroo, but he's covered in an orderly pattern of small keloids. These were all done intentionally, but why? As if sensing your question, his eyebrow raises and he drops to grab your ankles, raising them over his broad shoulders. He's obviously done talking. The wide head of his erection pokes at your eneterance and immediately your eyes widen. You knew he was big, but he feels wider than you expected. Looking down to steal a peek, you almost say 'oh hell no' but he grips your hips and pushes in deep.

"FUCK!" You shriek and breathe trying to adjust to the tight stretch. You push against his stomach since he keeps going, ignoring your scream, but he grabs your hands holding them tightly and pushing deeper until his pelvis hits yours.

"Mm. What's wrong baby?" He pulls almost all the way back and you inhale sharply before he drives back in the the hilt.

"AH F-- ERI-- SHHIT!"

"Huh? I'm digging in ya guts baby? That's what you tellin me?.. Hm?" In deep, steady thrusts he rams into you, his heavy body pushing your thighs back. His fingers reach down and spread your outer lips as he thrusts as if trying to stretch you out even more.

"Mhm," you breathe unable to speak. Your screams come freely now and he smashes his soft full lips into yours, smothering the sounds. High pitched moans pepper the air and then he hits a spot that makes you moan even higher.

"Hold it. Don't cum," he hisses. His pelvis slams into yours and his command seems ridiculous. He looks like he's about to come and it's beautiful. Of course you can't hold it and you cum. Hard. His hand wraps tightly around your throat and he continues his assault through your orgasm causing you to shake violently as his tongue rests against his top canine. Your hand reaches around his neck and he blinks surprised as you weakly choke him back which makes him pump faster.

"Squeeze harder," he growls looking in your eyes with a passionate determination. He's zoned in, his full attention on your face as it contorts in semi-painful ecstasy. He's deep and it's messing with you. It's like he has a direct line to your brain and you can't think. He squeezes harder and it almost scares you. You try to squeeze him hard enough to match. He groans and his hips swivel and flex bringing the tightening the heated feeling in your core until it snaps and you cum again. Your vision fades to black and suddenly your body is weak, refusing to move. He smacks your clit again causing it to jump and you whimper from the overwhelming feeling of excessive use.

"Shit, I'm bout paint ya fuckin walls, how you feel bout that?"

"Mhm," you sigh weakly. You're on the pill to regulate your cycle anyway so why not? Even if you weren't, the way this dick feels, you probably wouldn't have said no.. which is terrifying. His dick is definitely dangerous in that way.

"I know you tired, but give me just one more." His hips grind and he swivels inside of you with slow strokes, his finger rubbing your nub causing you to contract again amazingly with a whine and then he erupts. It's warm inside of you and he drops your legs before resting on top of you to catch his breath. When you finally look at him, he smiles and you can't help but smile with him.

"Good job.. although you probably wouldn't have performed that well if I weren't inside you," he grins smugly. You roll your eyes deeply with a groan and feel a light peck on your lips causing your eyes to pop open. He's staring down at you and it almost looks like.. Like he's..

"Wait! Are you.. are you.. falling for me," you tease. He rolls his eyes, s sitting up on his forearm and then it's your turn to wear a shiteating grin.

"Your pussy," he clarifies but there's something about the look he had that makes you think there's something more to that. Staring at him, you catch the small twitch of his mouth as the corner lifts. If you weren't staring so hard you'd have missed it. There's definitely something more to it.

"Nah," he finally grins. "I think it's you who's falling."

"And what makes you think that?"

He unexpectedly nears your face and your breath halts immediately as his lips lightly graze yours.

"Cuz.. this the most I ever seen you smile."

Well, damn.

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musekicker · 5 years

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A short Christmas flavored Fenro drabble.

December was here. The weather was getting ever colder. Cold enough that the first snow fall of the year had come Evidence of this were on Fenton's coat shoulders as he came into the lab. The snow flakes were quickly melting in the warm lab and the cold was in Fenton's limbs were finally ebbing away.

In his arms he carried three, foil covered plates carefully balanced on each other.

"Sorry i'm a little late. Snow made things a little slippery on the roads." Fenton said.

Gyro didn't glance up from his work as he replied.

"Good thing I don't drive. I don't have to worry about the roads later." Gyro said.

"Please tell me you're not planning on sleeping here in the lab again." Fenton said.

"No promises." Gyro said.

Fenton frowned. Gyro could sense the frown without even looking up.

"Okay, okay. I won't sleep in the lab again. Only because you care about that." Gyro said in a softer tone.

That was enough for Fenton. Normally if Gyro said it he kept his promise. With that worried handled Fenton moved on to the next topic.

"Oh,I bring gifts!" Fenton cried.

Gyro glanced up from his work finally, a look of curiosity on his face.

"It's not even Christmas yet. That's not for two more weeks. Why are you bringing gifts?" Gyro asked ,placing his tools down to walk over to Fenton.

Fenton placed the plates down onto a nearby table.

"Maybe the word gift is too strong? More like treats. Either way, I'm giving out stuff now because I won't have as much time to make stuff before holiday family stuff pops up. Oh, Gyro, M'ma wants to know if you have any food allergies for the holiday dinner." Fenton said.

"No food allergies." Gyro said.

"Good. I'll let M'ma know. Now where was I? Oh right, the treats."

Fenton moved to remove the foil on the plates. The foil came away easy and the cookies were revealed. Most of the cookies were small, simple shapes like stars and stockings. But in the middle of each plate was a larger cookie. The larger cookies were in the shape of and decorated to look like Gyro, Lil' Bulb, and Manny.

"Did you make these?" Gyro asked.

"Yes. I don't bake all that often but I know enough to make good cookies and basic decorations." Fenton said.

"Is that suppose to be me?" Gyro asked, looking at the Gyro cookie a little closer.

Fenton grinned.

"Yup. I made one of Manny and Lil's bulb too." Fenton said.

And so he did. On the other two plates were cookies made to look like Manny and Lil' Bulb. Lil' Bulb bulb blinked rapidly in happiness at the sight of the cookie.

The Lil' Bulb cookie was shaped like Lil' Bulb's, bulb, yellow icing on the edges as a border and shaping the filament in the bulb.

The Manny cookie had actually been easier to make. Mcduck enterprises did sell Scrooge Mcduck cookie cutters oddly enough. And with Manny's face being a stone version of Scrooge's face, all he had to really do was as in grey icing to flood the cookie and some more icing to make the details seem more solid.

Manny was the first to inspect his cookie closer. He tapped his hoof rapidly. As far as Gyro and Fenton knew it wasn't so much something he was trying to say rather then a form of expression.

"You can't even eat the cookie you know." Gyro said to Manny.

Manny tapped out "Don't care, I love it. It's mine, back off."

Lil' Bulb looked just as happy with his cookie likeness, despite not being able to eat the cookie either. He held it carefully like it was a precious and delicate treasure.

Gyro looked closer at his own cookie. Mostly icing except for the jelly bean eyes and the gumdrop that had been cut in a way that made it resemble a beak.

It was a sweet and time consuming gesture, Gyro realized. It seemed since he and Fenton started dating that he noticed how full of sweet gestures Fenton really was. It was just Fenton's way.

Old Gyro would not had noticed or cared. Gyro now however was moved. And he felt now that he needed to pay back that sweetness with an just as sweet and well meaning action.

And looking at the Gyro cookie, it gave Gyro a idea.

A week later Fenton stepped into the lab. Almost immediately Fenton noticed how quiet it was in here. Normally he hear the noises of tools being used or heavy parts being moved. Instead it was eerily quiet.

"Gyro? Anyone?" Fenton called out.

No answer. Fenton shrugged and took his coat off so that he could get down to work.

Gyro showed up a half hour later. He was panting, obviously having hurried to the lab. In one hand he held a small plate.

"Sorry i'm late." Gyro gasped.

"No, it's fine. Just unusual. I don't think I've come to the lab before you got here." Fenton said.

Gyro shrugged off his coat as he placed a plate down on the table. He was clearly a little frazzled. He had to be, not use to not being the first one here.

"I lost track of time. That happens when I get involved in a project." Gyro explained.

This was true. More then once Gyro had spent time working on project and needed to be told when the clock was showing that it was time to stop work and head home. It was just Gyro's way. Perhaps not the most healthy of habits. And Fenton was working on trying to get Gyro to take on better self care habits.

If Gyro was taking on projects at home, helping out may be harder.

"What were you working on?" Fenton asked.

"Baking, actually." Gyro said.

That made Fenton curious.

"Really? Sorry if I sound so surprised. I just never thought you the type to take on baking." Fenton said.

Gyro rubbed the back of his neck a little.

"No, you're right Never really had the time to even think of trying baking before. But I had this idea in mine and... to be honest, baking requires a lot of measurements and reactions. So it was actually easier to do then I thought it would be." Gyro said.

"It does require some science, yes." Fenton said with a smile. "So, what did you make?"

Gyro froze up a moment. A twinge of fear and possible regret. His hands found their way to the edge of the table and he gripped the edges.

"I made something. When you brought in those cookies I thought that it was very sweet. Then I thought it was sad you didn't have your own cookie."

Gyro paused a moment, nodding towards the plate.

"It's not my best." Gyro said.

That was unusual to hear from Gyro. He was not the type to down play his talents. Fenton opened his beak to say something. Gyro moved to take the tin foil off the plate first.

Now the treat was revealed.

The cookie looked as if it had seen better days. The cookie was topped with what Fenton assumed was a form of royal icing. Though the thickness of it was off.

The facial features looked as if they had been sliding off the cookie at one point. Actually, now that he looked closer he could see one of the eyes still kind of sliding.

Fenton had an slight idea of what might had went wrong.

"Did you try to decorate the cookie while it was still warm?" Fenton asked.

Gyro nodded.

"I didn't have a lot of time to wait for the cookie to cool down. Lesson learned, cookies take longer to put together and bake, much less to, decorate then I thought." Gyro said.

Fenton looked down at the cookie again. It didn't look any better at second viewing. In fact, one of the eyes were close to sliding off the cookie entirely. Only the grace of slightly tacky icing was keeping it in place for the moment.

"It's a normal mistake for people who work with baking decorations for the first time. The cookie was so warm it melted everything." Fenton explained.

"Now I find that out. Makes sense when you bring it up." Gyro grumbled. "Sorry it's a mess. It looked better in my head."

"Gyro, I just appreciate that you tried. That means a lot more to me then how well a decorated cookie looks." Fenton said.

Fenton looked down at the cookie again, one of the candy eyes having just fallen off and clattered on the floor.

"It has um... character, besides." Fenton said.

Gyro laughed.

"Character. That's the nice way of saying it looks like it got into a fight with someone and lost." Gyro said.

Fenton smiled.

"It's still character. No one else could get the same effect you get." Fenton said.

Gyro laughed again.

"This is a disaster, isn't it? Like I said, baking is a science. Decoration on the other hand is a art.. and I am not an artist." Gyro said.

"It was a good first attempt in my opinion." Fenton said.

"Now you're just being nice." Gyro said.

"It's not like you decorated a cookie ever before. And besides, I'm sure it tastes fine." Fenton said.

Fenton went to take a bite out of the cookie. Gyro watched. Fenton. He half expected the cookie to taste as terrible as it looked. And that Fenton would be spitting cookie out onto the floor any moment.

He did not. Fenton only swallowed the bite of cookie and grinned.

"Okay, the decoration was... rough. But hey, it still tastes good. Which is important too." Fenton said.

Gyro's shoulders relaxed.

"Of course, what's more important is that you thought of me and took the time to make the cookie. That was sweet." Fenton said.

Placing the rest of he cookie back onto the plate , Fenton went up on tip toe and leaned upwards to kiss Gyro. Gyro leaned down to make the action a little easier and wrapped his arms around Fenton's waist.

They stayed that way for a bit before finally stepping back from each other.

"Want some of the cookie?" Fenton asked.

"No, that's yours. Besides, I think we still have some of the cookies you baked last week since you and me are the only ones who actually eat in this lab." Gyro said.

The cookies were delicious and gone by the end of the night.

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kivaember · 6 years

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Idea - Aza finds a chocobo egg and it hatches and imprints on him.

This is now chapter 4 on Mor Dhona 99 to explain Rations’ existence in that AU, so thank you for the prompt ;;w;;

Fic Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16318847/chapters/38220851

Also under the cut:

Estinien jolted awake when something thumped solidly on hisdesk right next to his ear, followed by Aza’s very unwelcome voice chirping, “Hey,Esty. Stop slacking for a second and look at this!”

“Ergh,” was his intelligent reply. He was tempted to ignorehim – he was wiped after chasing a ‘Behemoth sighting’ all over Saint Coinach’sFind all morning only to find out it was some overly large dog with hornsstrapped to its head, so he really wasn’t in the mood to deal with Aza’s tomfoolery.However… Aza would just pester him until he indulged him, so plastering on hisbest resting bitch face, he lifted his head and squinted at the large objectAza rudely dumped on his desk.

“…that’s an egg,” he said rather dumbly. Indeed, right nextto his elbow was a large, off-white egg with faint blue speckles. It was aboutas big as his damn head, and he belatedly recognised it as, “A Chocobo egg. Where in the hell did youget that?”

“Well, I went for my usual early morning run, right,” Azabegan, and Estinien could’ve kicked himself for falling into that trap. Shit,now he was stuck sitting through one of his fucking stories, “And I normally go out near the river, where all thehorsebird farms are-”

“Chocobos,”Estinien corrected, not for the first time, “Will you stop calling them horsebirds?”

“Never,” Aza sniggered, his eyes twinkling with mischief, “Anyways,stop interrupting. So, I was running by this farm, and I noticed there was a bitof a crowd by one of them. They were selling off some horsebird eggs, and theywere kinda expensive, yeah, but I was thinking, you know, better support ourlocal farmers-”

“Aza,” Estinien said flatly.

“So, I bought one,” Aza finished, patting the top of the eggaffectionately, “The guy said that you can cook these into a monster omeletteor something, and they’re pretty tasty!”

Estinien knew this, because Ishgard were fucking obsessedwith Chocobo omelettes, as well as being obsessed with the animal in general.Chocobos were very much like chickens, where there were certain breeds thatlaid unfertilised eggs fit for consumption. They were very expensive to manage,and it was only Ishgard and Mor Dhona that regularly farmed and sold them. Somerich Ul’dahn would pay for them from time to time, but that was about it.

“And you brought your future omelette into work because…?”

“Well, it’s still pretty big and we have a kitchen here, soI was thinking maybe I could be niceand cook us an omelette. But if you’re going to be a grump about it-”

“I want omelette,” Estinien demanded, “As recompense for thetrauma you put me through.”

“You’re such a diva, Esty,” Aza sighed, “A little whiny baby.”

“Who’s calling who a diva?” Estinien grumbled, “Just lastweek you spent a good hour whimpering on the floor because you got a bramblestick stuck in your tail’s fur. You acted like you were on your death bed.”

“That’s because it was super painful, you asshole,” Azahuffed, “It took me hours to get all the thorns out.”

Estinien rolled his eyes but didn’t push the argumentfurther. He slouched back down on his desk, propping his cheek on an upturnedpalm as he studied the egg next to him. It was fairly large for an unfertilisedegg – they tended to be a bit smaller, but this was huge. Probably some enterprising farmer figured out how to makethem bigger.

He didn’t have long to study the egg, though, because Luciachose that moment to wander over with a new job – a pack of wild wolvesinvading one of the ‘horsebird farms’. It was a job any low-levelled grunt witha rifle could deal with, but they were that shortstaffed that the likes of Estinienand Aza were forced to go over and deal with it.

So, Aza was forced to stash his egg under his desk, bundlingit up in the spare clothes he kept at work in case he turned back to Miqo’teform after a full moon nightshift, and it was promptly forgotten about for therest of the day.

—

The next morning, Aza dumped the egg on his desk once more.

“Hey, Esty, you’re an expert on horsebird eggs, right?” theMiqo’te said before Estinien could complain about him taking over his personalspace, “Doesn’t this feel a bit too heavy for an unfertilised one?”

“It’s probably because it’s half your size that it feelsheavy,” Estinien grumbled, but he indulged him and picked up the egg – andpaused because, that was very heavy, “Huh.”

“Right?” Aza took the egg back, weighing it gingerly in hishands before setting it down a mite gentler than he had before, “What if it’s…y’know…?”

“Fertilised eggs are strictly regulated,” Estinien told him,“You have to jump through multiple hoops to own a Chocobo, let alone hatch one.They require specialised care and whatnot. I doubt a farmer would just sellone.”

“Maybe the farmer made a mistake?” Aza asked, “I mean, I don’twant to make an omelette and have a half-grown baby horsebird tumble out. That’dbe kind of sad.”

“Sad?”

“Well, yeah! It’s killing a baby, isn’t it?” Aza frowned atthe egg, curiously poking at it. It gently rocked on Estinien’s desk, “Backhome, there’s a tribe that actually does that. They steal Yol eggs and crack themopen to eat the babies in there.”

What the hell was a ‘Yol’? Whatever, Estinien wasn’t gettinginvolved in this. If it turned out to be an actual Chocobo egg, then Aza coulddeal with the legal consequences of it. At worse he might have to hand it to thelocal Chocobo Sanctuary, at best he might be able to claim ownership of it, ifhe was quick enough with his admin. Then again, Aza lived in a shitty apartmentnear the House of Splendours, which was the worst possible place to raise ababy Chocobo…

“Do whatever you want with it,” Estinien muttered, turningto his computer terminal, “Sit on it, brood, whatever. I’m not gettinginvolved.”

Aza rolled his eyes at him, but he reclaimed his egg andwent back to his own desk. He bundled the thing back up, and after a pauserested it on his lap instead of having it sit at his feet. Estinien rolled hiseyes at the sight.

Guess this meant he wasn’t getting his omelette. Damn it.

—

It took three days.

Three days and at the tail end of their shift. It was ten o’clockat night and Estinien was ready to go home,Halone damn it, but Aza put that stupid egg on his desk and yelled, “It’shatching!”

“Then why are you putting it on my desk?” Estinien snarled, immediately trying to remove it so he didn’tget freshly born egg gunk all over the wood – it’d take ages to clean that shitup! “Put it on yours!”

Aza’s response was to smack his hands and chase him off withvery intimidating growls and snarls. It was when their little scuffle was graduatingup to a proper wrestling match – Estinien boldly wrenching Aza into a headlock andalmost tripping over his chair in the process – when they were interrupted by avery quiet ‘crack’.

“The egg!” Aza gasped, flailing free from Estinien’s grip byelbowing him hard in the side and kicking the back of his knee. Estinien wentdown with an ungraceful yelp, wincing when Aza stepped on him in his haste tolean over his desk, “Esty, you can see its beak!”

“Fuck sake,” Estinien muttered, seriously contemplating justlying on the floor until it was all over. After a moment curiosity compelledhim to get up, what with Aza ‘ooh’ing and ‘aah’ing as the cracking noisecontinued. He slouched over to his desk, dismayed to see the egg was mostlybroken open, sticky eggshell clinging to the damp-feathered chick sittingamidst the mess. It blinked its giant, dark eyes, peering up at Aza curiously.

“It’s so cute…”Aza breathed, “Look, Esty. Look how cute it is.”

It was very cute, but Estinien would never admit it evenunder the pain of death. He grunted instead, looking the chick over critically.It was a deep gold and quite heavy-set – a destrier breed, which meant it wasgoing to grow up huge, and it wasalready cheeping and flapping its stubby wings at Aza, its beak open wide forfood. Oh fuck, that’s right-

“It’s hungry,” Estinien said, “You need to feed it. You did get food in advance, right?”

Instantly, Aza’s besotted look became one of blank panic, “Uh.”

Seriously, Aza could be an absolute dumbass sometimes, “Allthe shops are closed, so you can’t buy any until morning. It can keep untilthen… it’ll just be really hungry.”

“I’m not gonna let it starve!”Aza protested hotly, “It’s a bird, right? It probably eats the same thing Yolsdo.”

“The hell is a Yol-”

“Stay here, Esty!” Aza commanded, picking up his leatherjacket from the back of his chair and slinging it on frantically, “Look afterlil’ Rations until I get back. I’m gonna grab them some food.”

“Rations?” Estinienrepeated, “You are not calling aChocobo Rations-”

But Aza wasn’t listening. Like the force of relentlessnature that he was, Aza bolted across the floorplate and into the hallway likehe had a pack of angry Behemoths on his heels. The Chocobo chick – Rations,apparently – cheeped frantically, struggling onto its feet and waddling to theedge of the desk.

“Ah, no,” Estiniensaid, quickly snatching it up before it could leap off and hurt itself. Hegrimaced at the sticky, tacky feeling that clung to his fingers, and thensighed when Rations immediately decided it very much disliked this and startedsquawking and cheeping up a storm, flapping its stubby wings and pecking at hisfingers.

“I should toss you into the oven and bake you into a pie,”he grumbled, ignoring the sharp pain of a blunt beak nipping at his fingers, “Gods,will you shut up?”

Rations’ response was to shit in his hands.

“Fuck sake-”

—

The situation concluded thus:

Aza ended up coming back with a Tupperware box full of wormsand insects and the like, muddy all over, along with a warm, thick blanket tobundle the chick up in. Estinien felt that he should be given a medal for hispatience and tolerance, as Rations shat on him a total of five times pecked hisfingers to absolute ruin.

It was at this point Aymeric ventured out of his office tosee what the commotion was all about. Aymerictook in the scene of Estinien withhis dead-eyed, thousand-yard stare and Aza fussing over a baby Chocobo chick,trying to feed it a cricket, and decided to intervene before blood was shed.The end result was Aza declaring that Rations was the cutest, most preciousthing in the world, and even though he only had her (somehow he could tell itwas a girl) for less than twenty minutes, he will kill anyone who touched her.

Werewolves were, unfortunately, very quick to bond, and theybonded intensely. Aza was not exaggeratinghis threat there.

Estinien left that sticky situation in Aymeric’s hands,though. Let the big furry try to convince the overprotective werewolf to let goof his new feathery daughter. Estinien was going to go home, have a bath andthen try to smother all urges to strangle Aza in the morning. Gods, thatpint-sized werewolf was the bane ofhis bloody existence sometimes!

Next time Aza decided to bring a damn egg into work, he was goingto break the damn thing over his head!

#ffxiv #fanfic #estinien wyrmblood #warrior of light #werewolf au #chocobos!

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pls.... pls Nev for the headcanons. and if you’re feeling it, Wade.

yknow initially i was just gonna do nev, but Screw It I’ll Do Wade Too Because Why Not im in the mood to write (put under a read more because of the Length)

1. Holiday headcanon

nev loves valentine’s day!! he love love LOVES to spoil his partner (i mean he already does, but now he can spoil them with Heart-Shaped Boxes Of Chocolate)

wade has a seemingly endless supply of dirty holiday sweaters. like literally, he’s got a whole box full of these sweaters in the basement and rotates between them from december 1st to the 25th (tho if he’s feelin Frisky sometimes he’ll wear them past that date, or on a random date in the middle of like. fuckin july)

2. Cooking headcanon

nev can’t cook very well at all. he can make basic things at most, but nothing TOO complicated. he makes a mean mac n cheese tho

wade i can actually see as being a pretty good chef?? can’t exactly explain why i feel this way, but he strikes me as someone who knows what he’s doing when it comes to cooking. (if we’re talking about nevrett, which let’s be real we probably are, he’s usually is the one that cooks)

3. Sleeping headcanon

nev sleeps like a Baby at night, but he’s always all spread out. like, whoever he’s sleeping with (wade) can expect to get a hand to the face at some point during the night

wade sleeps equally well, but he’s very big on stealing all the blankets for himself. he’s Quite Fun to sleep with during the winter (/sarcasm)

4. Driving headcanon

nev is the kind of driver who always pays attention to the speed limits and sticks to them, always. he refuses to go over it. he just doesn’t Want To Leave Him Be

wade likes taking car rides, and as far as he’s concerned the longer the better. they give him a chance to be alone with his thoughts -- or, if he’s with someone, he gets to bond with them since they’ll be talking for awhile

5. Bathing/showering headcanon

nev’s showers are way too long. he spends so much time thinking about shit that he doesn’t even realize that he’s spending an annoyingly long time in there (and that wade’s been knocking for the last five minutes Come On Nev)

wade on the other hand showers quite quickly and is constantly teasing nev because if he can shower in a reasonable amount of time then So Can He

6. Hugging headcanon

nev doesn’t like letting just anyone hug him. he doesn’t HATE IT when someone he doesn’t know well hugs him, but he’s far more comfortable receiving hugs from his family members or friends or partners

wade is pretty much the exact same way, he doesn’t Hate hugs from random people but he would prefer that it be someone he knows well

7. Kissing headcanon

nev loves kisses!! like literally all kinds of kisses. give him all the kisses in the World he loves them sm

anyone who kisses wade is fairly well acquainted with his tongue at this point tbh, he’s very big on using his Tongue

8. Sex headcanon

hmmmmmm nev likes it Rough

yknow i feel like wade is bigger on making love rather than straight up fucking?? idk he seems more interested in going slow than being rough

9. General physical contact headcanon

if nev is comfortable around you and he spots you laying on the couch be aware that he’ll probably wanna lay right on top of you. like, for real. he’s Big On Physical Contact With People He’s Close With

wade is the same, although in his case (especially around nev) his tendency to collapse randomly can be a Burden because he’s that much bigger (rip in peace nev)

10. Physical appearance headcanon

please stop teasing nev over his ears. he doesn’t get seriously offended by it or anything but it’s like. he gets it, his ears kinda stick out. he looks like dumbo. he GETS IT he’s been told this a million TIMES oh my GOD be more original PLEASE

wade just straight up doesn’t care about how people view him physically. he is who he Is binch deal with it

11. Wardrobe headcanon

nev owns far too many scarves. what can i Say, he likes to stay Warm

wade owns dad jeans. nothing else really to add there, that kinda speaks volumes in itself

12. Jewelry headcanon

both of them having matching bracelets that they gave each other on one of their anniversaries!! they wear them all the time and rarely ever take them off unless they have no other choice

13. Nickname headcanon

a good nickname for nev is “nevs”!! wade calls him that all the time

wade isn’t someone who’s really picky about things like nicknames and will respond to anything from “carebear” to “dumbass”

14. Dancing headcanon

neither can dance. especially not wade. nev is only SLIGHTLY better than him, but that’s not saying much

15. Singing headcanon

nev doesn’t like singing but he Does love to be sang to!! he thinks it’s so sweet and romantic in his opinion

and naturally wade is actually pretty good and singing and enjoys singing to his partner (nev)

16. Anger headcanon

nev and wade are both the kind of guys who hold little grudges when they’re angry. they don’t stay mad about what happened for very long, but they never forget what it was that made them so mad in the first place, and they hold the Tiniest Grudges

17. Soft spot headcanon

nev has a soft spot for having his hair played with!! and braided, too

and wade has a soft spot for nev/his partner’s Sleepy/Just Woken Up voice. he thinks it’s the most Endearing Thing

18. Favorite possession headcanon

nev’s favorite possession is a lil stuffed bear that wade won for him once during a date!!

wade’s favorite possession is a tacky lil keychain (yknow those ones that say the name of whatever place you’re in?? very tourist-y) that nev bought for him once because “it reminded me of you”

19. Favorite photograph headcanon

nev’s fave photo is one he took of wade sleeping. directly related to that is wade’s fave photo, which is of nev sleeping

20. Relationship with/thoughts on _____ headcanon

im just gonna do their relationship with each other: They Wuv Each Other

#PHEW #sorry this took so long btw!!#also if anyone wants me to do more of these headcanons then plz just send one or two numbers!!#answering them all at once is A Lot jfghjdfg #majorheelturn

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project-runway-rankings · 6 years

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Season 3 Episode 3- Stop Doggin’ My Look!

This was one of my favorite challenges in PR history because I love dogs. In fact, just a few weeks ago I adopted my own lil pup, Buster, a Jack-a-Bee (mutt essentially).

This challenge brought a lot of “real-world” clothing which I kind of liked after the oddness of the first challenge and extravagance of the second. The designers were tasked to create a look for a woman who owned a specific dog and a corresponding look for the dog. My rankings are mostly being dictated by the human wear, unless the dog’s clothing is amazing or non-existent (ahem KEITH!!!!)

Onto the rankings:

13. Angela

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HOW DID THIS NOT GET ELIMINATED GIRL BYEEE!!!

12. Katherine

I’d like to say that I can’t be too mad that Katherine was eliminated but good lord Angela’s was so bad. This look isn’t bad, it’s just nothing. I like the colors that she chose, and the hoodie on the dog is cute. But overall I’m severely underwhelmed. I have no idea who this girl is and why she would put her dog in a hoodie.

11. Vincent

Yawns in French. Pretty much all of the same issues I had with Katherine’s come up here. The cuts of everything are nice and the pieces look expensive but they look simple and boring in all black. Once again the dog outfit outshines the girl’s, had he used that polka dot on the model in some capacity this would have been much more exciting. I do give him points for going in a clear direction that I think Katherine was missing.

10. Jeffrey

Homeboy really had a rough start to the competition. The bust-line is insane and there is barely any fabric to cover her boobs. The skirt starts way to high and the top ruffle has too much fabric making her waist look larger than her hips. But, like Vincent, he did give his girl a clear vibe.

9. Keith

Keith makes beautiful dresses. That’s all. I’m glad that he was in the bottom for this because A) He didn’t even bother to make an outfit for the dog and B) I have seen this dress so many times before. It is impeccably made though.

8. Mychael

I don’t have much to say because this is so boring I could cry. The neck is interesting. Can I go now? I’m gonna fall asleep.

7. Bradley

I want to love this look because I love Bradley as a person and the judges raved over this outfit. However, I just can’t get behind it. I love that he has a clear back story of his woman, a successful architect who loves interesting clothes, but it just looks messy. The top is a bit tortured and the bottom is basic. i can see where he was going but I am not there with him. That little pup is my favorite, though.

6. Laura

People rave about this look but to me it is a solid middle of the pack design. The fabric looks like an old couch fabric and the fur is super on the nose for the challenge. The inside of the collar looks tortured as well. The doggy sweater is cute, though.

5. Uli

I love Uli, and think she has been mightily screwed a few times throughout her Project Runway career. But this time, she did not deserve the win. This is a beautifully simple dress. Props for making a jacket, but the prints are doing all of the work for the dress. The dog’s outfit was probably the cutest of the day, but not enough to boost it into my top 3.

4. Bonnie

Extremely chic and modern. The black dress is nice, but it is there to toally serve as a back drop to that amazing coat. The varying lengths of the sleeves, hem, and scarf add interest to what could be a very boring look. The fabric looks extremely expensive as well. I’m not sure what’s on the dog, but I see a connection between the dog and model’s outfit.

3. Kayne

When Kayne can hone the tackiness and extravagance he can really create some beautiful pieces. This little number is so chic and wearable yet really gets the point across that this is fashion. The print is gorgeous and pairing it with black and white really let it sing. That coat is to die for, and he even lined it with the print. My one issue? The weird black panel and kick pleat in the back. Unflattering as hell.

2. Alison

Given who was in the top 3, Alison was robbed! Everything about her model reads chic, cool, and sophisticated. The jacket is such an odd length and cut, but it works with the rest of her outfit. I love the use of different fabrics in the jacket as well. The dress has some cut issues and flares out a bit too much for my liking, but it works well with the jacket and leggings. I know who this girl is immediately and that’s the best thing to get from this challenge.

1. Robert

How was this not in the top 3!? This is the only look where I truly would not change a thing. The top is super cute with the bows, and he knew how to use the right fabric for it. That print may look dated now but was all the rage in 2006, think Mean Girls or Legally Blonde. I’m glad that Robert went for a cropped pencil skirt, instead of a full one, to add some extra fashion. The extra bling was just enough to make this a runway look. And this girl would totally have a dog named Chanel. Bravo Robert.

Judge’s Top 3: Uli, Alison, Bradley

Judge’s Bottom 3: Keith, Angela, Katherine

#project runway #projectrunway #project runway season 3

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limpblotter · 7 years

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3 Parents in a Tub

a/n: the sudden influx of elams I couldn’t resist, I hope this small drabble works. HAPPY MOTHER's DAY. THIS ONE ARE FOR THOSE ASKS, YA’LL ARE GREAT. summary: Thomas and Angelica show off their new home to their friends with a little house warming party. Things go south when Elams are stuck in the bathroom for a long period of time. w/c: 2102 warning: Borth

“And Thomas and I just redid the bathroom upstairs.” Angelica beamed while Thomas also added on.

“Best bathtub we could afford and I can’t wait to break it in.” He rose his glass to that, “thanks for coming over…most of you.” Thomas’s eyes cut through the crowd of happy faces who were gathered to celebrate Angelica and Thomas’s first home together. A house warming filled with warm hearted intentions…minus the icy glare Thomas gave Alexander who was standing in the far corner of the room with a wine glass shaking in his hand.

“Tch.” He angrily sipped the overly expensive wine, feel a small pat on his arm from his pregnant, beautiful wife. “I’m fine, Thomas is just a dickhead like usual.”

“What else is new?” John chuckled; he wasn’t any fonder of Thomas than Alexander was. He wasn’t fond of anyone that gave his husband any issues. “I still can’t believe Angelica is willing to live with him.” Alex gave John a long sigh in agreement. Neither could imagine a relationship with Thomas was ‘simple’.

A small and light ‘ahem’ from the back of Eliza’s throats silenced both her very opinionated husbands. “Now…having your opinions is all well and good but this is my sister and she is happy.” Eliza placed a hand comfortably on her large, protruding belly. “She was happy for me when I decided to marry you two and last I checked two men are a lot more work than one.”

“Thomas is at least 4 men hiding in a pink suit.” John cackled a bit earning a swift wink from Alexander. His smile died down when he noticed his wife didn’t seem as amused as his husband. “But of course what’s important is that she is happy.”

“For now” Alex smiled, “I mean, amen to that.” He changed his tune for the sake of his wife and her wry gaze. The party was very low key, soft jazz played in the background. Thomas hired a catering crew to serve small bites along with wine. This party was easily pricier than Alexander’s weddings to John and Eliza. Pricier than their baby shower for.. “Pip! Get your hands out of Peggy’s cleavage” Alex spotted from afar his two year old son face deep into his aunts chest. “Peggy don’t let him do that.” He mumbled walking over to her.

Peggy giggled leaning up against her date for the evening, Lafayette keeping it within the circle, “oh why not? He wouldn’t be the first boy to do that.”

“Because that’s messed up, Freud did not kid about kids having issues about…stuff…”

“Did he also name the phases of development, dick and ass?” Lafayette couldn’t contain his laughter beside his date. Alex’s eyes narrowed a bit as he peeled his fluffy, freckled son off his aunt’s bosom. He whispered ‘you’ll thank me later’ to him and immediately welcomed him to John’s arms where Pip usually stayed the longest.

“Baby!” Pip pointed at his mother from John’s arms. “Where baby?”

Eliza smiled running her hand down the length of her stomach, “soon, Momma will go to the doctor and we’ll bring baby home very soon.” She was ecstatic Philip was excited both his future sister. The husbands were happy that they weren’t doing any more water births after Philip. It was too nerve wrecking and the clean up was…pretty horrible. “…we still haven’t decided on a name…”

“Joana” “Alexandria” Both men offered names then glared at each other with a small smirk.

“Oh you too…” Eliza giggled, and then felt the sound catch in her throat. She winced a bit, her fingers tense on the peak of her stomach as John cooed and babbled to their son, and Alex exchanged heated glares with the host of the home. “I…have to use the bathroom” she muttered.

“Oh should we get Ang—“ “Nono, I know where the bathroom is.” She smiled her face still a bit weak looking. “Thomas updated instagram 24/7 when they were remodeling the bathroom, I feel like I’ve already been here.” She giggled distracting her husbands with a small snide remark. Eliza disappeared up the stairs, waddling slowly, John and Alex watched with small looks. “Checkin’ out your pregnant wife? Kinda weird.” A happy, deep voice graced the boys. “Uncy!” Pip cheered immediately abandoning John’s arms for Hercules. Her gladly took the toddler and held him up high, towering over the two fathers. “What can we do, she’s beautiful no matter what’s happening.” John beamed a bit, wrapping an arm around Alex’s shoulder.

The party continued with more unusually small platters of food and expensive drinks. The music was mellow, really it wasn’t anything like John and Alex were use to or liked…but they made it work. John massaged small circles into Alex’s back, both flickering up at the staircase. “Its been a while…” Alex shifted his weight a bit, his eyes at the top of the stairs waiting for Eliza to come back down. “We should go check on her…”

“Alex she’s pregnant she’s probably trying to take a dump” “Or she’s having trouble getting up, or she’s slipped, or she’s going into labor…” “Ok panicky, let’s go knock and see what’s up.” John shook his head, determined to ease his tense husband they both bounded up the stairs to the master bathroom. Eliza would have taken the guest one but Angelica, knowing her sister was pregnant and sore, insisted on her using the better bathroom all day. They entered Thomas and Angelica’s shared bedroom and made a face at the hideously bright, velvet comforter and canopy set. “Tacky…” John muttered then made a beeline to the closed bathroom door. Alex was the first to knock fast and hard, “Hon, are you ok?” There wasn’t much of a response for a while, a few soft groans then the door opened just a crack. Alex wasn’t any less put at ease, Eliza’s face was red and drenched in sweat, and she looked like she had need running while in the bathroom. “Eliza what’s wrong…” “Let is in, Betsy.” John urged, she groaned again opening the door slowly and just enough for both men to enter and immediately close it after her. “My water broke…” she muttered softly, both hands clutching the bottom of her stomach. “I’m getting…pains.” “I fucking KNEW IT. Ok…ok I’ll call the hospital, we’ll get you in the car. Herc has Pip. We are doing this, ah…fuck…ok.” Alex began to ramble and started rummaging his pockets for his phone. Eliza shot John a worried look then glanced back at Alex finding the strength between pains to speak up, “No I…please, this is Angelica’s day.” She hated taking the spotlight from her sister. She was the first to marry, the first to have a kid, not to mention her lifestyle wasn’t ‘normal’. Angelica barely had moments where it was about herself and Eliza could only imagine that must have been hard. “Fuck, Eliza you can’t have a baby in the BATHROOM. Who cares, all this is a housewarming, call me when Thomas puts a ring on her finger and Angelica says I do to a lifetime of dealing the Purple man and his weird metrokinks” Alex snapped verbally, then snapped his head to the sound of John running a hot bath. “John what are you doing?” “We’re having a water birth…Look, Hamhogs” he used one of the less affectionate names on Alexander as he motioned Eliza over. “She’s already going through labor and this big ass hole is 2 hours from the nearest hospital. I rather have a baby in a tub like we did before than in the car in the middle of traffic.” He snapped at the smaller man then turned to their wife. “…you ready?” “Yes.” Eliza nodded stripping out of her dress and slowly with the help of John’s grip stepped into the tub. “NO.” Alexander wailed and began fumbling with the phone still. “…fuck fine, let me at least tell Herc to keep Pip busy…” Alex grumbled texting Hercules that the trio was having a ‘dilemma’ in the bathroom. If he would be so kind to keep anyone from coming upstairs as well as keep Pip busy. Hercules responded promptly with a thumbs up emoji and Alex sighed. “Ok so we’re doing this.” He rolled up his dress shirt sleeves and knelt down. They were mildly familiar with water birth, Philip was their first. It was at their home in a kiddie pool with Hercules instructing them every step in the way. John in the pool with their wife, Alex gripping her hand for dear life. And just like the first time, Alex and John were floored by Eliza’s composure. Even in the situation she was in she had a one track mind. There was a sense of complete unity between the three of them, it was enough to calm Alex’s raising worries about the birth as Eliza pushed. Her grip began to weaken and Alex began to shake with worry. “…is there something wrong?” “No the baby is crowning..” “Oh so..” he made the mistake in peeking and then made a face. “A-Ah…” “How many times are you going to make that mistake?” John chuckled, “alright now we start pushing in ten second lengths. Ok?” “Are you sure?” “Fairly sure, Alex.” “Fairly isn’t exactly the kind of thing I want to hear when we’re a tub full of blood into birthing our daughter!” “WILL YOU TOO SHUT THE FUCK UH—AHHH!” Eliza wailed and both men immediately nodded and went into a deep silence. Downstairs the music was soft enough to allow the scream from above to reach them. Angelica immediately turned around and within the second of her turn noticed immediately who was missing and began connecting dots. “Where is Eliza?” She blinked handing her drink to Thomas, who grabbed it fluidly. He followed behind Angelica, who was slowly flanked by Peggy. “Where are the Hamiltons?” She asked again, everyone searching around. Hercules stood by the stairs with Philip in his hands. “Uh…oh…” Philip covered his mouth as Herc tried retreating without being seen. “Uh oh is right, lil man.” Herc turned and raced up the stairs while Angelica began scanning for Eliza and her husbands. He made it to the bathroom and opened it without thinking. “Guys, is everything all AHHH!!” He pulled Philip out and slammed the door shut, it was an image he was all too familiar with but not prepared to see, especially here and now. Now that scream was heard and from the stairs he could see Angelica’s intimating figure come up. “Hercules.” “Ange, great party” Mulligan leaned against the bathroom door with Philip in one arm. “I’m just…admiring the color scheme you have here.” “Thank you.” Thomas beamed leaning over her shoulder. “I was going for an Elegant, purple Parisian—“ He was silenced by Angelica’s finger over his lips. “My sister, her men, where are they?” Angelica crossed her arms for a second. “Are they in the bathroom?” “Are they, I don’t know, I didn’t even know there was a bathroom here. Weird…” “Baby soon!” Philip clapped happily, “Mama doin’ number” he held up two fingers and won a small smile from his aunt before she went back to frowning at Hercules. “Hercules, move right this instant.” She growled, there was a stare off between them. Hercules losing every second he tried to keep her intensity. After a minute there was a knock from the otherside of the door. Hercules moved aside and allowed the door to open. There, John and Alex were covered in water, Eliza seemingly wet from the waist down with her dress back on. In one of Angelica’s thick towels they had a baby wrapped up, who was wide eye and already examining the world. “…you had a baby in the bathroom?” “Angelica …I …I’m sorry I …” “You had…my niece in my bathroom!!” Angelica jumped over to her and fluttered her hands over the newborn. “Oh she’s perfect, Thomas call the doctor, tell him make a house visit.” She ordered, “Hercules you were the midwife why don’t you help with clean up. Laf make a trip to the store and bring something nice for…for…” She blinked then looked at the three. “Well what are you going to call her?” John and Alex changed small shrugs; the name had been up to Eliza to decide this time. Eyes were on the mom as Philip clung to Angelica’s leg trying to climb up his aunt to see the new baby. “I was thinking…naming her Angelica. She seems like an Angelica…”

#drabble #hamilton #elams #elizabeth schuyler #eliza schuyler #John Laurens #alexander hamilton #thomgelica #thomas jefferson #Angelica Schuyler #ft.#Hercules Mulligan #fluff #birth #Philip Hamilton #let's have a baby #happy mothers day

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abiteofnat · 7 years

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TRENDY MY ASS, THIS WAS JUST PURE DELICIOUS...

Because now that avocado toast is a must-have at every brunch, healthy restaurant, and cafe that incorporates natural lighting and yellow accents it is a competition of who has the best one. Sometimes avocado toast tastes like bread with unseasoned guacamole on top, and sometimes it’s so full of flavor and texture you can’t understand how God put it on our green earth to enjoy.

As I watch Moulin Rogue and go through all the photos from my ten days in New York (both upstate and in the Big Apple) I’m amazed by the amount of ground covered and food eaten. I mean we like food, but we were in Syracuse for literally 12 hours and managed to do a whole Food Network season of Diners, Drive-Ins & Dives in that time. My family began our East Coast Adventure with a crack-o-dawn flight to Syracuse on a Friday, creating a deep rooted need-not-want for a giant iced mocha and a thicc everything bagel with veggie cream cheese from The Great American Bagel in the B concourse of O’Hare. While I am a morning person, I also wake up so intensely hungry for hard carbs and pure fat that in order to remain calm on a small plane catapulting through the open sky I had to enter a carb coma and that bagel surreeee did it! If you’ve never had Great American Bagel, hold your hand out right in front of your face this moment. Now picture a bagel that fills up your entire hand finger tip to finger tip that smells like bread right out of the oven and filled with what I think is the BEST cream cheese ever. For airport food, it is the Beyonce of airport food. I went there.

Once in Syracuse we realized there is absolutely nothing to do there BUT EAT, as we had from 10 a.m. to 7 p.m. to amuse ourselves before seeing my sister’s “summer college” theater performance she had spent three weeks there working on. After walking around the cute but sparse downtown of this old salt mine city, we found Original Grain, a cute & healthy eatery on the corner of the most picturesque section in town. It’s a warm, inviting spot filled with painted white wood accents, blue and yellow chairs around tall tables, and a ceiling covered in ivy and flowers. It feels a bit like a grotto, or somewhere that you would find in Hawaii while cruising around. There are two counters of morning food and afternoon food options, with the morning side offering different variations of avocado toast and a ton of smoothies/ energy drinks blended up right there. The afternoon side offers salads, poke bowls, and wraps for your lunch break pleasures and lemme tell you everything was so colorful and “crunchy” looking that I was nearly temped to eat a poke bowl at 11 a.m.. Too early for raw fish in my book though, also I was still very full of bagel. Mom and Dad ordered two different avocado toasts though, the Smashed Avocado and the Egg Man (minus the meats).

The “smashed” had red pepper flakes, scallions, very crisp ripe tomatoes, and then a carrot & cumin dressing that I want to put on EVERYTHING. This dressing was such a weird freakin flavor; a mix of savory and spicy and rich and light all at once. It had a slight Asian flair to it, same with the ponzu sauce on the other option- it was sweet but given the saltiness of the soft-boiled egg placed on top it created a full mouth of flavor. I’ve never had an egg soft boiled like that where the outside was firm but the inside creamy as if a deviled egg had been reconnected at the seam and holy crap I have to get over my fear of eggs and learn how to make it!!! Also that would require a water boiling pot which requires a stove which neither I own.

I also got a smoothie, the likes of which I had never had because it was full of chia seeds and berries and witchcraft instead of a brown banana and some almond milk such as I am used to making myself. I cannot recall what it was called but order any smoothie and I promise you will be full of nutrients and vitality when it’s gone.

After OG Grain we went for a drive to small town America part of Syracuse near the river filled with family-owned ice cream shops and little places for travelers such as us to stop in and enjoy their road-trip vibes, which Regional Donut Authority served up perfectly! My mom, the queen of donut hankerings, found the one kooky donut place in the twenty mile radius and I fell in LOVE with the whole damn thing. The outside is like a vintage teen television show set and the inside takes you back to the 50′s, where you can picture teens sharing a donut before Jenny has to be home by 9, and there are old posters with witty sayings strewn about. There’s something about old Coca Cola merch that hits my nostalgia button even though I’m a 90′s kid, and the table and chair sets inside were all clad in Coca Cola logos which made it a stellar spot anyway- but then the DONUTS.

Each handmade from start to finish, decorated by some sweet young adult behind the counter, and in a cute lil display case with a million options to choose from. I went with the s’mores and also a Fruity Pebbles once because I have no self restraint from anything that will make a dynamic photo and also taste AMAZING and ya know what? For $2 a pop I think I could swing it.

This S’MORES DONUT WAS JUST FREAKING CRAZY. The cake was moist and not greasy or heavy, the marshmallow fluffy like a Hostess cupcake filling, and the graham cracker slightly chewy from the August heat and entirely melt in your mouth. The frosting on both was perfect; not sickly sweet and not gooey. Just good ole frosting with a lot of tasty stuff on it. While these donuts are small, they are full of flavor AND fun. Plus, I got to enjoy them with my parents and learn the story of how they met which is really special.

The last stop on our tour de eating a lot was a dinner destination called Pastabilities, a popular Italian place downtown and where we were meeting up with a family friend who also had a child in the Syracuse summer college thing. Suddenly this desolate downtown was packed with people, and they ALL wanted to go to Pasabilities, but this place was prepared and once inside it was easy to see they’re used to a large volume of humans and have ample space. But very very cute space! This is no tacky Italian location, it is a real classy place with a modern twist and lovely plates of homemade pasta that was making my stomach growl. You get their delicious hot bread and “Famous” spicy tomato oil upon sitting down which I took full advantage of, and then we ordered a round of rose and some burrata for the table because who can resist burrata?????

This burrata was fresh, smooth, placed on fresh greens and good enough to eat sans bread. We also ordered a kale caesar that was full of fresh cracked pepper and sundried tomatoes, and then for the main course we enjoyed some linguine alfredo that made me want to kiss the chef. This alfredo was rich, dense, full of various cheese notes and there’s no need to describe the taste of homemade pasta because there is no way to describe that. It is a full toes to mouth taste that makes you go “HOT DAMN”. While Syracuse is not my number one favorite place ever visited, I really did appreciate the time spent with my parents and family friends over delicious food and in a new place in general. The beauty of travel is seeing the world no matter where in the world it is, and that comes with visiting places some call home and some make home if even for a few hours. We’re often in small, odd towns due to family stuff that forces us to be a funny, adventurous unit and make the best of it; the next morning before we drove to Cornell to begin a college tour for my sister we stopped at a local coffee chain called Freedom of Espresso and in the early morning sipped mochas made with locally sourced espresso in a quiet, hidden part of town, and that was worth the whole trip. Coffee, new places, and the knowledge there’s even more to see real soon. That’s the best thing in the world, I think.

ANYWAY, should you ever find yourself in ‘Cuse and need a million pick-me-up’s and larger pants to fill, please follow in my steps!! Should I find myself there due to an intense need to visit Destiny USA (their mall, the name is fabulous) I will for sure be trying the Penne Vodka at Pastabilities next because good GOD it looked yummy. (Note: my dad just walked in and I showed him this post and he goes, “Yes that burrata was unexpectedly good.” So if you don’t believe me, trust Keith, he’s a tough critic.)

Keep your peepers open for my next post on summing up NYC!!! How do I have normal blood pressure and cholesterol I eat like a street vacuum cleaner!!!

Until next time, Happy Eating!

- Natalie

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