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Character Sheets

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Sky

The local carpenter, a sleepy young man who completes his jobs… eventually. You can often find him napping just about anywhere, even on his feet! A romantic at heart, you won’t regret getting to know this loveable young man.

Birthday: Spring 10

Family: None

Weapons: Broadswords, Whips, Claws

Style: Combo Connoisseur (Often starts combo chains while fighting)

Favorite Items: Wood, Pumpkin Soup (“Reminds me of home”), Feathers

Least Favorite Items: Poultry (“Why would you think I would like this?”), weeds, Spicy food

Four

The local blacksmith who always seems to be everywhere at once. He has a special penchant for weapons, and is happy to assist you in making whatever you need.

Birthday: Fall 21

Family: Smith (Grandpa)

Weapons: Broadswords, Magic Wands, War Hammers and Bow and Arrows

Style: Well-Rounded (Performs well no matter where you put him in the lineup)

Favorite Items: Metal Ores, Magic Stones, Four Leafed Clovers (“They’re good luck!), Coffee

Least Favorite Items: ocean forageables, trash, deserts (“Too sweet for my taste.”)

Time

this man runs the other farm in town alongside Twilight, mostly focused on cultivating crops and the like. He’s experienced (Read: Old) so if you need any tips or tricks, he’s the guy that you want to talk to.

Birthday: Summer 4

Family: None

Weapons: Longswords, Claws, War Hammers

Style: Heavy Hitter (He’s a bit slower but his attacks hit that much harder)

Favorite Items: Any Vegetable, Lon Lon Milk (“Better than any alcohol”), Elderflower

Least Favorite Items: Bitter recipes, soggy newspaper (“What am I supposed to do with this?”) moon dust (“…”)

Wind

An aspiring fisherman who makes deliveries from Lurelin Village and who can even ferry you down there. He’s a very nice young man, inquisitive, and always ready to lend a helping hand.

Birthday: Summer 19

Family: Aryll (Sister), ‘Granny’ (Grandma)

Weapons: Longswords, War Hammers, Clubs

Style: Sleight (Because of his smaller size, he can sneak attack enemies easier, and can even nick some of their items if he’s lucky)

Favorite Items: Elixir Soup (“You could never make it like my Grandma, but this is pretty close.”), Ocean Forageables, Fish

Least Favorite Items: Spicy foods, vegetables (“What’s a sailors least favorite vegetable? Leeks!”), egg shells (“Are you trying to curse me?”)

NON ROMANCEABLE

Legend

The curator of the local museum. He claims all of his attractions were stolen by a man in a bunny hood. A little standoffish at first, but knowledgeable beyond his years.

Birthday: Spring 25

Family: Fable (Sister)

Weapons: All Weapons

Style: Veteran (Capable of wielding all weapons with high dexterity)

Favorite Items: Hibiscus(“Reminds me of somebody… Thank you.”), artifacts, apples

Least Favorite Items: rabbits foot (“Where did you get this? It’s disgusting.”), Mermaid Scale, Goddess Statue Figurine (“I swear it’s like she’s looking at me…”)

Hyrule

The town's healer. He’s a little sassy at times, but is always very helpful and never gives up. Unfortunately, his cooking leaves a lot to be desired…

Birthday: Fall 8

Family: None

Weapons: Broadsword, boomerang, magic wands

Style: Magic and Mayhem (Has innate magical abilities that don’t need a conduit to activate.)

Favorite Items: deserts, herbs, Honey (“I’d say it’s for tea, but I might just eat it like this…”)

Least Favorite Items: Fairy Wings (“That’s sickening.”), bitter foods, Trash

Twilight

Runs the other farm in town alongside Time, focused on raising the animals there. He’s strong and fiercely loyal to his loved ones. He’s best friends with the town chef, so you can often find him hanging around the local tavern.

Birthday: Winter 7

Family: None

Weapons: Broadsword, Ball and Chain, Claws

Style: Wolf Hunter (Attacks animal-adjacent monsters with more ferocity)

Favorite Items: Pumpkin Soup, Goat-related products, Onyx (“I hear these can make openings to dark worlds. Probably just superstition, but it’s a fun thought.”)

Least Favorite Items: Bitter foods, Perfumes (“The smell is too strong.”), Wolfsbane

Warriors

The village's main protector, previously a knight of Hyrule who retired after the Great War. He’s known to be a bit of a womanizer, but he isn’t known to go out with people since coming to Hateno. What could be the source of these unfounded rumors?

Birthday: Winter 26

Family: Linkle (Sister[?])

Weapons: All Weapons

Style: Leader (Often at the front of the party, dealing decisive blows and commanding the rest of the party)

Favorite Items: Spicy foods, Armor Polish (“So shiny I can see myself!”), Any armor/ weapon (“I can add this to my collection.”)

Least Favorite Items: Trash, monster guts, Crystal Ball (“You had this? …You weren’t watching people through it, right?”)

Wild

An amnesiac man who somehow made his way to Hateno and decided to open a tavern. Despite his memory loss, he’s a natural in the kitchen, and even the stranger sounding recipes turn out excellent.

Birthday: unknown, presumed Fall 13

Family: None

Weapons: Broadswords, Bow and Arrows, Spears

Style: Wild (Often unpredictable in his attacks, either unleashing impossible combos or falling flat on his face)

Favorite Items: Edible forageables, Silent Princess (“It’s familiar, somehow”), Hearty Soup

Least Favorite Items: Wolf Pelt (“That's not funny.”) [Cant think of anything else rn]

Universal Loves: Goddess Plume, Master Sword, Hylian Shield

Exceptions

Legend- Goddess Plume (“More burdens to bear.”)

Universal Hates: Hyrule’s Cooking, Failed Dishes

Exceptions

Wild- Hyrule’s cooking/ Failed Dishes (“It’s okay to fail, as long as you don’t give up.”)

Legend- Hyrule’s Cooking (“Hyrule made this?… Do you think he’d be mad if I displayed it under ‘worlds most deadliest poison’?”)

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maddie-dog-story-blog · 1 year ago

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The Birthday - 1

I couldn't imagine a more perfect way to spend the morning of my 35th birthday. It had been a beautiful, spring Saturday morning. I got up a little later than usual, put on my khakis and a polo shirt, grabbed breakfast at the club house with my best friends, and spent the entire morning playing golf.

Usually, weekend mornings are full of 'Daddy-duties' for me. Wake up, turn on some cartoons for the kids, change the baby's diaper and get everyone out of pajamas, make breakfast, then load everyone up in the car for the youth sports game-of-the-week. Don't get me wrong. I love my life. I love being a dad. I love spending time with my kids. But, today, my birthday, my wonderful wife Madeline let me make the day just about me, and I love that too.

It was about 1:00 pm by the time I got home. I staggered into the house a little more unbalanced than usual, having had a few more than my normal share of beers on the course. In my slightly drunken state, it took me a second to recognize that something was different than normal in the house, but, after hanging my keys on the key hook and wandering into the kitchen, things started to feel off.

First, the house was clean. The toys, normally spread across the house, were all in their proper place. The kitchen counters were crumb free. The sink was clear of dishes. Now, I am not saying our house is normally a mess, but with kids, it's generally impossible to keep the house cleaner than 'slightly cluttered.'

"Love?" I called out, "The house looks beautiful? Did you and the kids spend the whole morning cleaning?"

My yell was met with silence. That was also odd. With the kids around, the house was always noisy. However, at that moment, there was nothing. No one was crying, or laughing, or yelling. The sounds of the latest episode of Bluey or Pokemon weren't blaring from the playroom. There wasn't even music playing. I started to become suspicious. Was anyone home?

With growing concern, I turned and left the kitchen and heading upstairs to the master bedroom. Maybe my wife was taking a nap? Maybe she convinced the kids to nap to? It seemed unlikely, but, in my happy, half-drunk stupor, I was ready to get to the bottom of this mystery.

I walked upstairs briskly, now more cautious about yelling out, not wanting to wake anyone up if they were sleeping. As I made it to the second floor hallway, I was greeted by more of what I had seen downstairs. An impeccably clean and quiet house.

As I passed each of the children's bedrooms, I peaked in, hoping to get some sign of what was happening. I got no hints. Each of my kids rooms was clean, organized, and devoid of life.

I finally made it to the master bedroom at the end of the hall. As I approached the room, I noticed that the door was shut. Much like the house being clean and silent, that never happened. Cautiously, and still a little unsteadily, I approached the white door to my bedroom, grabbed the handle, and cautiously pushed the door open. As I did, I was greeted by the sultry voice of my wife.

"Why hello there big boy! I see someone finally made it home for his birthday surprise!"

Like a dog anticipating a treat when they hear their master reach for the treat bag, I suddenly was overcome by an overwhelming sexual anticipation for what was coming next. I could feel my cock, flaccid and unnoticed just moments before, grow larger and harder, pressing against my khakis in a way that made my feelings for my wife obvious to anyone who could see me.

Now driven by lust, I abandoned my previous sense of caution. I flung open the door to my bedroom to reveal my wife lying on top of the comforter of our king sized bed.

My eyes were instantly drawn to my wife, lying across the bed seductively. She was wearing the sexiest, laciest black lingerie I had ever seen. It emphasized her cleavage and ass perfectly. Her long, brown hair, styled wavy, was draped over her shoulder. In her hand was a riding crop, a favorite tool for administrating 'punishments' in our house.

"Happy Birthday Baby! I thought maybe we could celebrate together today?" My wife, Melody, said seductively, smacking the leather end of the riding crop in her empty hand for emphasis. I felt blood flow to my penis as she spoke. Suddenly, my member was straining against the confines of my boxer briefs and khakis. This was going to be a good birthday.

Noticing my arousal, Melody climbed off the bed, leaving the riding crop behind, and walked up to me. She grabbed my now rock hard penis over my pants with one hand and used her other hand to pull my head down into a passionate kiss. I immediately reciprocated.

As we kissed, Melody, despite being 8 inches shorter and 100 pounds lighter than me, used the leverage she had from handling my penis to maneuver me to a position where my back was to the bed as we kissed. Once I felt the back of my knees brush against our king-sized mattress, Melody surprised me with a shove to the chest, forcing me to lie on my back on the bed. Then, with a mischievous grin on her face, she reached for my belt and the buckle of the pants, expertly undoing both and ripping my pants off.

"We can't have you wearing these! They'll just get in the way!" She exclaimed as she through my khakis to the ground unceremoniously. I grinned in anticipation as Melody climbed on top of me, straddling me at the waist, and began rubbing her still panty clad pussy on my still underwear covered penis.

As she continued the motion, she leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Oh, you like that big boy?" I just moaned in response. I could feel pre-cum leaking out of my penis into my underwear.

"Yeah, I bet you do, you naughty little boy," She continued. I just moaned again. However, the friction felt so good, along with the dirty talk, I suddenly was becoming worried that I was going to cum even before we started to have sex. I tried to turn my head away and think of something else, just to extend the amount of time this would last.

Melody laughed as I turned my head away, clearly aware of what I was doing. I started to blush in embarrassment at the realization that she new I was at risk of losing control even before we started fucking.

"Oh, does this feel a little TOO GOOD for you baby? We can't have that! Let's slow things down," Melody said, climbing off of me, and, thankfully, giving me the chance to slow down. I looked down at my blue boxer briefs and saw a distinct wet spot from where my pre-cum had soaked into my underwear. Melody looked at it to, frowned playfully, but didn't say anything about the stain immediately.

"I want to make this last all day for you, so let's try something else," Melody said as she walked over to our nightstand. I followed her shapely, barely covered ass as she moved around the bed. Then, for the first time, I noticed some new things about the room.

First, on the nightstand were a number of 'supplies' I had never seen before. On the nightstand was a blindfold, a contraption with leather straps I couldn't quite identify but looked like it was meant to go around a person's head, and a pair of large, noise cancelling wireless headphones. Looking closer to me, I noticed that our bed was slightly different as well. Rather than being covered in our normal comforter and pillows, the bed was covered in nothing but black satin sheets. Also, interestingly, there were now wrist and ankle restraints attached to each corner of the bed, waiting patiently to pin down whoever was strapped into to them. I couldn't help but grin. Today WAS going to be a good day. I'd never been so glad that we slowed down early.

Melody turned around from where she stood, bent over the nightstand. "Like what you see?" She asked, wiggling her ass playfully as she grabbed the blindfold in her other hand.

I laughed, "Oh yeah."

"Well, big boy, I've got something special in mind for you today, but, its a surprise, so I need you to let me take control," she said as she returned to my position on the bed. "So, first, put this on." Melody handed me the blindfold.

"Kinky," I said playfully, complying with her command and blindfolding myself.

"Oh, you don't even know," Melody said. "Now, lay back on the bed and spread out your arms and legs. Today is about me taking care of you."

Excited by where this was going, I did as she asked. I spread out my arms and legs and felt as she, with surprising expertise, strapped me into the wrist and ankle restraints.

"What's gotten into you Melly? You never want to play like this?" I asked as she strapped me in, a little disappointed that with the blindfold on, I couldn't see my wife's marvelous body.

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough. Now, no more talking, baby!" She said. Suddenly, I felt something soft and rubber brush my lips. "Open up and take this," Melody suddenly said.

I did as she asked and let the rubber object enter my mouth. As it filled my mouth, I felt it suddenly stop as a hard piece of plastic hit the outside of my lips. Panic suddenly hit me as I realized what this was--a pacifier.

Since before Melody and I had even started dating, I had an ABDL fetish. Specifically, I loved the idea of diapering, babifying, and humiliating strong, independent women. I did not know where it came from, and in a lot of ways, I loathed the fetish. The idea that humiliating and infantilizing women turned me on, despite my actual strong feminist values, disgusted me.

As a result, I never acted on it and had never shared my fetish with Melody, or any other woman for that matter. That had not stopped me from viewing, reading, and eventually writing copious amounts of ABDL porn during our relationship though.

The feeling of the pacifier being pressed into my mouth created so many concerns.

First, how had Melody found out about my fetish? Had she found out about my fetish? Was she upset about it? Second, despite having an ABDL fetish, the idea of being infantalized myself disgusted me.

In my fantasies, I was ALWAYS the dominant daddy, slowly helping my partner become the helpless, infantalized adult they deserved to be treated as. I was never the one being babied. If Melody's plan was to do this to me, that was NOT what I wanted.

In the time that all of this went through my head, I was able to spit out my pacifier and yell out, "What the fuck?!?" I struggled at my bonds as I felt the wet rubber of the giant plastic nipple land on my chest. No matter how much I pulled I could not get free. Frustratingly, I couldn't see Melody's reaction to my struggles, but I could hear her laugh.

I felt the pacifier that had just been in my mouth being picked up off my chest and pressed into my lips again.

"Take this in you mouth, big boy, or suffer the consequences," my wife's voice commanded. Melody emphasized her point by squeezing my balls almost uncomfortably with her free hand.

I wasn't going to give in that easily. I closed my lips tight and turned my head to the side. When I thought I was safe from the childish soother being shoved in my mouth, I responded. "What the fuck is going on Melody, what are you doing? Is that a pacifier you are trying to get me to suck on?" I asked.

Melody with impatience in her voice, refused to answer my questions.

"You'll know precisely what is going on soon enough. Now, suck on this before I make you suck on it," she ordered, attempting to shove the rubber nipple in my mouth a third time. I refused again.

"Have it your way," she said, "this makes it more fun for me anyway."

I felt the mattress I was tied to move as Melody got off of the bed. I then heard the sound of something being moved around on the nightstand. The bed shook again and Melody got back on. I became nervous as I could feel her kneeling next to my prone form.

Suddenly, without almost any warning, I felt a sharp smack to my penis and balls. The pain, while not particular intense, as the slap was blessedly light, was unexpected and sharpe. I raised my head and yelled out. "Owww!"

As I opened my mouth, what must have been a different pacifier, given the much larger size of the rubber nipple was shoved in my now open mouth. At the same time, what must have been the leather straps I saw on the nightstand earlier, were quickly shoved over my head. I tried to spit this new, larger pacifier out. I couldn't. I could feel that with one hand, Melody was now holding the pacifier into place. With her other hand, she was tightening the straps wrapped around my head. A thrashed my head back and forth, but I couldn't stop the process. Within moments, I felt my wife stop pushing the pacifier into my mouth. However, even without that pressure, I couldn't spit it out. Given the days of my life I had spent masturbating to adult baby porn, I knew what I was wearing--a pacifier gag.

I heard Melody sigh in satisfaction as she pulled away from my body, leaving me to struggle against my restraints. "Much better," She said triumphantly, "this will go much smoother if you can't talk."

"Mmmmrrrppphh," I said, unable to form any words due to the size of the large pacifier stuck in my mouth.

I heard Melody walk around the bed, stopping at the foot of the bed. I felt her reach her hand up to my underwear and poke at the wet spot made from my pre-cum earlier.

"Oh my! Look at this, it looks like my BIG, ADULT husband had a little accident in his undies, didn't he?" she chided me with a condescending tone. I growled into the pacifier shoved into my mouth, horrified at where this was going. "I though I was married to a grown up who could keep his pants clean, it doesn't look like it though, does it?" she continued. I growled in the pacifier and thrashed around again. "Clearly, you aren't ready for big boy undies. I think you would look much cuter in diapers anyway. Let's just get this underwear off."

I felt the weight of my wife leaning over the bottom of the bed before I felt the cool metallic feel of scissors sliding up to the bottom of my boxer briefs. I bucked my hips as I felt Melody begin to cut my underwear free. I just couldn't believe what was happening. I had read this story so many times. Fantasized about it. Fuck, I'd even written something close to this once. But, every single time, I was the one removing the underwear, not the one having it taken from me. This was horrible.

"Stop that baby!" Melody said, giving my balls a warning slap as I bucked my hips and tried to prevent this indignity from continuing. "Do you want me to accidentally cut you? These scissors are sharp?"

As she spoke, I realized she was right. Even this humiliation wasn't worth injuring myself. I stopped struggling long enough to let Melody continue cutting my boxer briefs off. "Good boy!" she said encouragingly as she pulled my destroyed underwear free, exposing my ass and crotch. I felt my penis, rock hard only minutes earlier, shrivel up from the cold air and the humiliation of what was happening.

"Oh, how cute! It knows where it's going, so it shrunk up appropriately," Melody said, playfully pinching my penis. "Alright, stay here baby, I'll be back in a second."

I groaned inwardly as I heard Melody leave the room. Where was I going to go? Strapped to the bed, blindfolded, half-naked, and forced to suck on a pacifier, I was firmly detained at this point. It didn't take long before I heard Melody re-enter the room. I listened closely and could clearly hear the rustling sound that I knew must be the diaper she was holding. I listened further as Melody retook her position at the foot of our bed and placed the items she was carrying down.

"Alright, big boy, time to get you diapered for Mommy!" Melody said as I felt her lean over my spread legs.

I immediately started to thrash and scream into my pacifier. This was not going to happen to me. I was an adult. I was in control. I was the Daddy Domme! If anyone in this house was going to be diapered, it'd be Melody, not me! My struggles proved useless though. Try as I might, Melody had been prepared. The ankle and wrist restraints were too solidly attached to the bed frame, and she clearly didn't skimp on the quality of the restraints themselves. I was not going to break free. After what felt like minutes of struggling, I gave up, embracing my fate.

Melody, for her part, just giggled at my struggles. "What a silly boy, thinking he can get free of Mommy that easily?" Melody teased me as I thrashed. When I finally gave up, she said with the tone I had heard her use with our toddlers so many toys, "A you done throwing your tantrum? Good. Now, let's get this diaper on you before you make a mess on the bed!"

With that, I felt Melody lean back over the bed and place what had to be the diaper down near my resting ass.

"Lift!" My wife ordered me. Resigned to the futility of my situation, I complied, lifting my hips into the air. I felt the diaper slide underneath me.

"Drop!" She indicated. I let my ass fall onto the surprisingly soft padding.

"Good boy," She said, and I felt her begin to spread lotion over my skin. The sensation of her rubbing me brought some life back to my penis. I felt myself getting aroused again. I turned red with embarassment. The idea that I could get any sort of enjoyment out of being treated like this was humiliating.

"Oh, it looks like my little friend wants to come out to play!" Melody said as she saw my member grow harder. She immediately redirected her attention. "Well, if he wants to play, let's play!"

I started to moan as Melody gave me the most enthusastic hand job she had ever given me. She laughed as I thrusted my dick into her hand and grunted into the pacifier.

"Oh, baby likes that, does he?" She said breathily, quickly moving her hand up and down my shaft. After years of being together, Melody knew almost exactly when I was about to cum. Right as I was on the verge of bursting, she let go of my dick. Then, quickly, she folded the diaper over my penis and held it there as I came into the thick padding.

"Gotta be careful to not get any icky juices on you during diaper changes, just like with the boys!" Melody said as I moaned and came into my diaper. I could feel my cheeks turning bright red as she compared me coming into my diaper to a baby boy peeing during a diaper change. Despite the orgasm, this entire situation was torture.

Melody then quickly taped me into my padded, and now sticky, prison. She then crawled on top of me, in some sort of twisted call-back to our earlier sexual encounter, and rubbed her ass back and forth on my padded crotch a couple of times mockingly.

"Oh, this is much better," She laughed, as she bent over and pulled the blindfold off of my face. "Why don't you take a look big boy?"

I squinted as the light hit my eyes for the first time in at least a half an hour. The first thing I saw was my wife's face, staring down at me. Her made up and sexy appearance that was so attractive just earlier was just mocking me now.

"Well, take a look," She ordered.

I lifted my head as much as I could and looked down at my body. Past the ring of the pacifier that was strapped into my mouth I could see my polo shirt. Past my polo shift, sticking up just enough to be seen was a big, disposable ABDL diaper with a baby blue waist band. I groaned as I knew from my peculiar porn viewing proclivities that these particular diapers proudly labelled the wearing as a "POTTYPANTS" on the rear. The childish undergarments stood in stark contrast to my wives sexy panties, that were pressed against it.

Looking at my state, imagining what I must look like to her, I started to tear up in shame.

It only took moments for Melody to notice my building tears and place a hand comfortingly on the side of my face.

"Oh, is it embarrassing to be diapered and forced to use a pacifier, baby?" She said with mock caring in her voice, "You must be wondering why I am doing this?"

I nodded my head in affirmation, doing my best to hold back my tears.

"Well, I'm sure you've guessed by now, I've found the little 'secret' you've been hiding to me. Masturbating to the idea of grown women in diapers? What a dirty little pervert you are!" Melody began. I blushed. "I'm going to admit, at first, I was just shocked that you hid something that you were clearly so into from me. But, I was ready to show you that, despite not really being into it myself, I'd indulge in your fantasies." Melody continued.

I struggled to attempt to respond through the pacifier in my mouth, to explain that this wasn't my fantasy. I couldn't get words out though. Melody put a finger on my pacifier in a shushing motion.

"Hush, babe. I KNOW this isn't YOUR fantasy. I found the disgusting erotica you wrote. You've always claimed to be a feminist, to love women in power, and, I'll be frank, you actions had me fooled. But, the fact that all of your fantasies seem to be about belittling, infantilizing, and humiliating powerful women, I am afraid that that doesn't seem to ring true to me anymore." Melody continued.

I swallowed nervously. This was my worst nightmare come to life.

"So, for your birthday, I decided I'd give you a taste of your own medicine. I'd treat you just like you treat those poor women in the stories. By the end of this weekend, I plan to have you acting like my perfect adult-baby boy. I've sent the boys to my parents for the weekend, so it'll just be us. I even cleaned the house so I don't have to worry about that. I'm going to spend the whole weekend teaching you what its like to be the victim of one of your stories," my wife explained.

I attempted to speak through the pacifier gag again. To plead for forgiveness. To explain my shame. Melody hushed me again.

"No, baby. Nothing you can do is going to change my mind. Don't worry though, by the end of the weekend, I'll let you be a big boy again… maybe," She said with a wink. Then, without warning, she pulled the blindfold over my head blinding me again.

"Now," I heard her say, no unable to see what was happening again, "Mommy has some things to set up, so why don't you be a good baby and take a nap and listen to some of my special music."

I felt the wireless headphones be pulled over my head. I tried to shake them off as best I could, but, somehow, she had tied them into the strap of the pacifier gag, tying them in place.

Once the headphones were placed over my ears, I found myself almost completely cut off from the world. I couldn't see what was happening around me and all I could hear was what was clearly some sort of hypnotic track. As I realized what was happening, I let my head fall slack to the bed and closed my eyes in defeat.

I knew, at least for the next few days, I was well and truly fucked. What a way to spend my birthday weekend.

NEXT CHAPTER

#ab/dl story time #ab/dl diaper #ab/dl couple #ab/dl kink #ab/dl stories #diaper regression #hypnosis #The Birthday

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latenightdaydreams · 1 year ago

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I know you write a lot of Konig smut... But how do you feel about fluff? Like baking with Konig, or having a family with him or something like that. Your writing is so fantastic and I love reading it so much! You should write for yourself at some point too! You are an amazing awesome human! Have some snacks and water and get plenty of sleep! Have a wonderful day/night!

I do write fluff but then delete it because I think its corny 💀 I appreciate you so much! I am beyond thankful for all of your support and kindness! I hope you also take care of yourself and have an amazing day/night! I hope you enjoy this story!🥰

Homecoming (fem)

Fluff!

Master List💗

>cw: fem/afab, pregnancy, glossing over pass lost but nothing deep

1.1k word count

König has been deployed the last 4 months but today is his homecoming, and the day you get to share your big news with him. Your belly has been growing for the last few months since you found out you were pregnant right after he left, exactly 8 weeks at that time.

The oven’s timer goes off as you stand slowly from the couch and waddle over to the kitchen to the the cookies you made for him out of the oven. It has become a tradition to bake for him once he comes home. Grabbing the sifter, you dust the cookies with vanilla sugar, the kitchen smelling heavenly.

Your hair still in your pink bonnet and wearing one of König’s shirts that is covered in flour from baking, you decide to go upstairs to begin getting ready. The bathroom filling with steam and the smell of your lavender body wash as you gently wash over your stomach.

“Daddy is going to be so surprised when he sees you,” your voice so tender while talking to your unborn child. The sex of the baby is still unknown since you wanted to be surprised with König.

Once out of the shower you dry yourself off while deciding what to wear. You always like to dress up for when König comes home, it is a special occasion after all. After a while being indecisive, you put on a yellow summer dress. Styling your hair in the way you know he likes; you walk out of the bed room and make your way back down stairs.

It’s a bright and sunny spring day so you decide to open the window to let the breeze in. You look over at the clock near you, 11:23am, you still have three hours until he is supposed to arrive. Feeling exhausted you decide to take a nap on the couch. You set an alarm on your phone so you can be awake before he gets home, and you lie down.

One hour later König unlocks the front door, eager to see you again after months apart. As soon as he opens the door he is hit with the sweet aroma of vanilla. A smile comes across his face as he steps inside and begins to take his boots off by the door, dropping all of his gear. It felt good to finally be home.

“Liebling? I’m home.” He calls out to with, but gets no response.

He begins to walk into the house and makes his way to the kitchen where he sees the homemade Vanillekipferl you’ve left cooling. He pulls his mask down and places it on the counter as he reaches for a cookie and eats one. His eyes looking around for you.

“Liebling?” He begins to walk towards the steps, assuming that you’re in the craft room.

That’s when he sees you asleep on the couch in the living room. König stops in his tracks as he smiles looking at your face squished against the blue throw pillow, snoring lightly. His eyes trailing down to your breast in your dress and then… wait. He thinks his eyes are playing tricks on him for a split second as he begins to approach you.

Kneeling down in front of you his hand slowly reaches out to feel your stomach, swollen with his child. “Hallo mein Kleiner…” His voice so soft. His hand rest on the harden curve of your pregnant belly. His eyes drink you in and how your body was changed. A million thoughts running through his mind but all he can focus on his how he has never seen anything as beautiful as you pregnant with his child. He is the luckiest man in the world.

His eyes shift to your face as he reaches out with his other hand, “Liebling, I’m home.”

Slowly you stir in your sleep, feeling his hands on your body. You slowly open one eye and see Königs blue eyes. Instantly you feel energized and sit up.

“König!” You sit up on the couch and he leans in to wraps and arm around your body as the other lingers on your stomach, his lips eagerly finding yours.

He tastes your lips and he breaths your scent in. He can’t explain the ways in which he has missed you. He slowly pulls away and looks into your eyes and down to your lips before meeting your gaze again.

“Schatz,” his hand gently moves over your stomach. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“At first I wanted to make sure the pregnancy would stick,” you two have been through some losses together already, “then when it did, I wanted to surprise you.”

“Well, I am surprised.” He chuckles, “You make such a beautiful pregnant woman…” His eyes trail over your changed body. He has seen your weight fluctuate over the years and he has never seen you as anything less than perfect. With his baby growing in your womb, you look like a goddess to him.

“Do you know what we are having?”

“No, I had the doctor write it down, put it in an envelope, and I haven’t opened it yet. I’ve been waiting for you to come home.”

König’s eyes lit up at the knowledge he gets to share this moment with you, “Wo ist es?”

“Its in my bed side table-” Before you could finish König jumped up to his feet and ran up stairs to grab the letter.

You stand and go towards the steps but König comes rushing back down before you go up. He scoops you in his arms bridal style and kisses your head before sitting down on the couch with you on his lap. In his hands he has the letter with your baby’s sex in it.

“Do you have a preference?” You ask as you caress the back of his head and play with his blonde hair.

“I don’t, do you?”

“No, I’m happy either way.” Your voice is giddy with excitement that the time has come.

“You ready Schatz?”

“I am.”

König opens the letter and pulls out first a sonogram. His eyes twinkle as he sees the 3D imagine of his baby’s face, blown away how he can see they already have his lip shape and your nose. You can see the emotions building that he tries to suppress. You both look through the sonograms until you get to the gender reveal.

“I- I have no idea what I’m looking at.” König says as he begins to laugh. You laugh along as you nod in agreement.

“He said he wrote it down,” You opened up the envelope again to see if we missed something. You found the slip of paper with the sex and You held up the folded piece of paper. “Ready?”

“Ready Liebling,” he kisses your cheek.

You unfold the piece of paper and his arms wrap around you tightly as you both begin to cry from excitement. The excited shouts can be heard from outside as you both celebrate the news.

#konig #konig x y/n #konig cod #konig x reader #könig #könig x reader #könig mw2 #könig cod #konig x you #konig fluff #könig x you #könig fluff #fluff #könig call of duty

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orange-cheetah · 1 year ago

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Togame Jo (十亀条) Character Profile

Shishitoren | Vice-Leader

Height: 187cm | Weight: 81kg | Birthday: 13 April | Constellation: Aries | Blood type: O

Image colour: Tokiwa [#207C51 - see below]

Likes: Napping | Dislikes: Being pressed for time

Favourite food: Bottled ramune | Disliked food: Soba at a stall with a stand-up counter only (because you have to eat it hurriedly)

Fashion style: Likes sunglasses with colored lenses, monk clothes and sweat clothes, sandals

Hobby: Eating challenges

Favourite season: Spring | Favourite music genre: Healing music

Best subject: Japanese (the class was slow because the teacher was an old man) | Worst subject: English (listening: it's so fast that I don't know what they're saying)

Special skill: Can open a bottle of ramune with one hand

Person they respect, senpai they look up to: Sakura

Dream: A quiet, retired sort of life [1]

Recent W (or L): Lost his phone

Favourite place: Rooftop of Ori

What they always do in the morning: Stretching

↑ from profile at the end of chapter 21

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1　「晴耕雨読の暮らし」 - 晴耕雨読 (idiom) lit. to work in the field in fine weather and read at home in rainy weather [dictionary]

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#wind breaker (satoru nii)#wind breaker character book #togame jo #togame jou #wei translates #from the alleywei #yes yes time for the people's boyfriend #my god. actual classes??#also common tgsk w #choji and togame 🤝 eating challenges #they almost definitely go together TvT #im so glad umehara voices him. hes so fine #augh

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justafewberries · 26 days ago

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This depends on your interpretation of Coin's nature what kind of autocrat was Coin? But when Katniss killed Coin in canon did she manage to kill the idea of a totalitarian Panem in the style of 13? What are the odds that someday Coin's ideas will inspire anti democratic movements in Panem?

this is such an interesting question. We have quite a few indications of how Coin rules:

Total control of agency (schedules, restrictions on where people can go, what they can eat, etc.)

Propaganda

Torturing people for stepping out of line (prep team)

Killing opposition (only agreed to spare victors because katniss put it in her contract, assigning Peeta to squad 451)

We also know she is comfortable sacrificing people on both sides to expedite the end of the war (parachutes).

Personally, I don't know if she would be totalitarian or authoritarian. She's headstrong, concerned about other people with power, and heavily militarized. She has advisors, but not all of her decisions are final say (ex. She wanted to save Peeta first, but they saved Katniss), but people are afraid of crossing her. So I'm conflicted on if her power is complete and total, or if she's more authoritarian. Or maybe both? I'd have to take another government class and get back to you haha.

Now, for the canon fall out of killing Coin, there are a few passages that tell us about what happened:

After I shot Coin, there was pandemonium.... Paylor was voted in as president. Plutarch was appointed secretary of communications, which means he sets the programming for the airwaves. The first big televised event was my trial, in which he was also a star witness. In my defense, of course. Although most of the credit for my exoneration must be given to Dr. Aurelius, who apparently earned his naps by presenting me as a hopeless, shell-shocked lunatic.... no one quite knows what to do with me now that the war's over, although if another one should spring up, Plutarch's sure they could find a role for me.

There are a few things to take away from this:

Plutarch is secretary of communications. He specialized in propaganda, leading me to believe there is still a need for government controlled media/messaging.

The trial being the first major piece of propaganda. The trial did not have to be televised, but it was. they made the choice to show that Katniss was not guilty to the entirety of Panem. They made a statement as if to essentially say, this is the new Panem and we have killed the old ideologies

Paylor, a commander, was elected in place of Coin. To me, this indicates the need for a strong militarization still, implying there are anti-new government groups.

Katniss is not acquitted because she was innocent, rather, because she was mentally unstable. This shows that there was genuine push back. Coin still had support, whereas Snow's killing was not brought to trial.

I don't think there would be an immediate push back after the war for two reasons. First, Plutarch says this:

"Are you preparing for another war, Plutarch?" I ask. "Oh, not now. Now we're in that sweet period where everyone agrees that our recent horrors should never be repeated," he says. "But collective thinking is usually short-lived. We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction. Although who knows? Maybe this will be it, Katniss."

Second, they have units on the ground to "mop up peacekeepers" in District 2, meaning they are trying to thwart any immediate resistance aftershocks:

The Capitol fell the day the parachutes went off, President Coin leads Panem now, and troops have been sent out to put down the small remaining pockets of Capitol resistance.... Gale, who took two bullets in an escape attempt, is mopping up Peacekeepers in 2.

So they have counter measures in place to make sure that the tumultuous time stays in that "sweet period" as Plutarch calls it. But we know resistance groups exist.

We also know they continue the efforts of Propaganda even after Coin dies:

"District Two. Got some fancy job there. I see him now and again on the television," she says.

Gale is living in District 2, where he is starring in a TV show, likely something to do with his time in the war (although, the purpose of the show is textually unfounded, and more of a personal reading). So they have long-lasting measures in place to counteract anti-democratic groups. Plutarch is continuing propaganda, as the government still controls the media:

which means he sets the programming for the airwaves

So the state controls the media. We know from Catching Fire and Mockingjay that before the war, everything on TV was staunchly pro-government. I can see Plutarch continuing this trend, at least for a while after the war to really ingrain it in the culture that Democracy is good (granted, he says a Republic is the ideal government in mockingjay, but we'll go with democracy here).

So I strongly believe that there still are counter-groups and counter ideologies floating around. Her killing Coin was most definitely not enough to squash all opposition. It's fairly inevitable with how everything changed so quickly. CF to Mockingjay is less than a year. The war happens in basically, half a year.

If they are d13 counter groups specifically, I don't know. I think it can go both ways, d13 ideologies and capitol ideologies. d13 isn't a large populace. They're dying out when we meet them, but the majority of them have been underground for their whole lives. What's interesting here is that the person who comes to power, Paylor, is not from d13. She is from d8, so she likely would not share the exact views as someone from only d13. So I'd say there is potential that the counter groups could crop up from d13, yes.

Even if there isn't immediate retaliation, there will likely be a "rubber band" effect a generation or two down the line. Both d13 and the Capitol operated very differently under government styles. It will be a culture shock for everyone in Panem. I don't think it would be unfounded to expect push back the way you described. So, pessimistically, I'd say the odds are pretty high. Granted the resistance groups may never come to power, but I believe they'd at least crop up.

And years down the line, when books are aplenty and knowledge is more accessible and Panem opens up a marketplace of ideas, they might just have someone rise to power, forget everything that happened, start a new war, and start it all over again. History rhymes, so I don't see why it wouldn't in Panem, too.

#super fun ask thank you nonny #thg #the hunger games #mockingjay #thg meta #thg analysis

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babydolls-writing-space · 10 months ago

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˚₊‧꒰ა [ 𝑨𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕: 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒕 ] ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧

A = Affection (Are they an affectionate caregiver?)

- Yes, Angel is a very loving and affectionate caregiver! He loves holding his little one in his arms and talking to them in a sweet baby voice

B = Behave (Are they strict? What kind of warnings do they give before punishment is needed?)

- He isn't to strict but he dose give a bunch of warning before doing anything. He doesn't believe in harsh punishments, the most you will get is no sweets, nap time or the timeout corner

C = Clothing (How do they dress their little?)

- He tries to match the style they love but he loves to dress his littles like him (soft colors yes still stylish). He loves when the two of you match

D = Defense (Are they protective caregivers? Maybe overprotective even?)

- I would say he is protective but not overly protective- like yes he keeps you away from gross people and out of harms way in general but he isn't overbearing.

E = Express (How do they express their love? What's their love language?)

- I feel like angel has words of affirmation, gift giving, and physical touch. He loves making things for his little one such as deco pacis and little outfits. He also love holding his little one in his arms while praising them in a baby voice and just making sure that they are ok

F = First (How was their first experience as the little's caregiver?)

- It was a little bit of an experience to say the least. The first time he ever was a caregiver was when his little baby was sick with the flu. He made soup and got some juice for his little as well as medicine. After he was done he would wrap his little one in a blanky as he would rock them and try and get them to take a nap.

G = Guide (Would they be a good teacher to their little? What would they teach them?)

- I would say so, he would teach you how to love youself and accept that things happen that we cant control

H = Health (How do they make sure their little is healthy?)

- They make sure that there eating well with planned / accessible snacks, bathtime,drinking lots of water,etc

I = Intuitive (Can the caregiver feel when their little is regressing?)

- Yes he can tell when you are regressing with little signs giving such as if you are watching your cartoons or if you have a stuffie with you.

J = Jealous (Are they the jealous caregiver type?)

- Honestly, he is a little jealous sometimes but i wouldnt say he is overbearing with it. It dose hurt him if you get another caregiver that he dosent really know or like.

K= Kiss (Are they used to kiss their little? Where?)

- He loves to give forehead kisses and he will kiss your boo boos if you get hurt

L = Listen (Do they enjoy listening to their little?)

- Yes! He loves hearing his little one ramble on about there favorite cartoons or how there stuffie could rule the world if they really wanted to

M = Moment (What's one of their favorite moments being a caregiver?)

- He loves seeing how happy his littles get when he makes them something such as a deco paci or a piece of clothing

N = Nurse (Could and would they nurse their little one? Or would they rather bottle feed them?)

- I have a feeling if he could I would say no and he prefers to bottle feed anyways

P = Pet Name (What pet name do they call their little? What pet name their little calls them?)

Q = Quirk (Talk about a funny caregiver-quirk of them)

- He knows how to throw the best little dance party ever!

R = Rough (How do they punish their little? Is it rough or gentle?)

- Gental always, he hates being mean towards you so if u do something bad he tries to talk to you about it first before anything or anyone

S = Seasons (What are their favorite season to play with their little and why?)

- Probably spring because its not to hot and not to cold and he can find more things to do such as play in the rain or go look at flowers

T = Toys (Are they used to spoil their little with toys? Or they'd rather play with their little most of the time without toys?)

- He dose tend to get his little quite a bit of toys but he also loves playing without them because it gives him and his little a chance to be more creative

U = Useful (Is there anything they learned before becoming a caregiver that is *really* useful while caring for their little?)

- He learned how to be patient with his little and to tell them that they are strong and that they are loved

V = Vulnerable (Would they show vulnerability around their little?)

For him i feel like it would be allowing his little to be in his lap and letting them play with his hair ( i feel angel would have a hard time with touch because of his job )

W = Weep (What is their reaction when their little starts crying?)

- He runs over and picks his little one up and rocks them to try and get them to stop crying while also asking them what's wrong

X = Xtra (Write the headcanon of your choice)

One time when angel had gotten off his work and went back to his room in the hotel he saw his little one on the floor surrounded by paper and art supplies as his little got up and showed him all the pictures he made for them

Y = Yummy (Do they know how to cook? Do they enjoy cooking for their little?)

- Im sorry but angel dose not know how to cook for the life of him- you get a lot of snacks and meals made by husk

Z = Zzz (What about naptime and bedtime?)

- He loves putting his little one because he loves giving them a bath and playing with the toys or when the lights are off but there is a nightlight and he hums while rocking you

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saphronethaleph · 1 year ago

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Linguistic drift

A faint presence touched his consciousness, and Master Ikrit’s muscles twitched.

He fell out of his trance with an exhalation, then stretched himself out.

As a kushiban, he had two long ears, and a vaguely lapine face, and four paws supporting his body with a long tail behind him. He was covered all over in off-white fur, and he weighed about ten pounds.

This made him noticeably smaller than his old Master, but his old Master had been noticeably smaller than just about everyone else so that had never really bothered him.

Stifling a yawn, Ikrit exchanged stretching muscles for stretching his senses, and he felt the Force around him for answers.

The Palace of the Woolamander remained closed. That much, at least, was good news… and that he had woken at all meant that there was someone nearby who could touch the Force.

Flicking his tail, Ikrit felt for their presence, and detected a flowing current of light. Like a miniature humming whirl of sound going up and down the scales, muted but still present.

They were definitely heading in this direction, and there were others with them. Not sensitive to the Force, not like the single presence he could feel strongly, but it told him that they were moving towards him using some kind of airspeeder – or spacecraft.

Next, the small Jedi Master felt for his own internal sense of time – and flicked his ears, trying to hide his somewhat embarrassed surprise.

It seemed he had been in hibernation for around three hundred and seventy standard years.

Master Yoda would never have approved of quite such a long nap, and right now Ikrit wondered if perhaps he should have done something else.. but what was done was done, and he let his embarrassment go into the Force.

Then he focused, and sprang up to the roof of the Palace with a single spring.

He was going to need to ask the visitors for help, after all.

“Any idea who built these temples, General?” Bail asked, looking around. “This one’s designed differently to the other two, but it’s got to be the same style – despite being so far apart.”

“We don’t have much,” Dodonna replied, apologetically. “A lot about the moon has been lost, but that’s exactly what makes it a suitable base location – we can hide a lot of power signatures behind this much stone.”

He glanced at Bail’s daughter, who was looking around herself with great interest. “Are you sure it’s a good idea to bring her along?”

“I’m sure Princess Leia is quite able to keep silent on important matters,” Bail replied. “Isn’t that correct?”

“Of course,” Leia replied, with a smile. “I haven’t told anyone about the thing.”

“The thing?” Bail repeated, amused.

“Oh, I couldn’t explain,” Leia replied. “After all, then I would have told someone about it.”

She frowned, slightly. “What exactly are we trying to do here?”

“Investigate the thickness of the walls, mostly,” Bail told her. “Like Dodonna said, thick walls can conceal power signatures – if the walls are thick enough, this could be an independent base.”

“Or if they’re less thick, they might still make for a good satellite base,” Dodonna added. “To cover an evacuation, if the main base is found out – an unexpected fighter strike coming from a novel location can do a lot for clearing the air.”

“Got it,” Leia said. “And how can I help?”

“Carrying a sensor pack should do,” Bail suggested. “We can get good density and dispersal readings by flying the ship over while there’s sensor packs in different parts of the structure.”

He winked at Dodonna. “I’ve learned a few things myself, General.”

“I wouldn’t want to suggest otherwise!” Dodonna replied, with a chuckle. “I’ll get my men turned out – and an extra pack for the Princess.”

Ikrit’s ears twitched, as he watched the group disembark. They were mostly humans, with a scattering of other races.

No kushiban, but he was expecting that. His people were mostly not wanderers.

The problem was, what he could hear indicated that there had been some quite serious linguistic drift… which meant he could have serious trouble making himself understood.

On the plus side, though, being this close let him pinpoint the person with the ability to touch the Force. Ikrit could work past at least some of the problems by working with concepts, allowing the other adept – a human girl, not yet into her full growth – to fill in his meaning without him needing to use exactly the right words.

He could also see where she was going, and turned to scamper down into the Palace to get ahead of her.

A few minutes of going down though the Palace’s chambers – much the same as they had been over three hundred and fifty years ago, except for the precise layout of plants – and Ikrit was ready to introduce himself.

Introduce himself to a girl who was very strong in the Force, but who bore no Padawan’s braid and who had no sign of that strength being trained.

It was quite strange, but Ikrit shook himself out, then appeared out from behind a rock with a smile as the girl entered a corridor.

“Greetings,” he said, weighting his words with the Force and aiming to let the concepts he was transmitting flow through the air. “It is nice to meet you.”

The girl stopped, and blinked at him.

“You (communicate<>can talk)?” she asked.

“Yes,” Ikrit agreed. “I am not quite speaking your language.”

“I can (understand you<>follow your meaning),” the girl replied, looking confused. “How?”

“The Force,” Ikrit replied. “You could do it as well. If you agree to a mutual connection, with my help you can become a female-padawan.”

Leia stared at the strange creature smiling up at her, covered in fine white fur.

“It’s something (you)(can learn),” he said. “If you (make a contract)(with me), you can become (a magical girl)!”

#star wars #leia organa #princess leia #ikrit #yeah it was mostly for that last line

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celenawrites · 11 months ago

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After Hours: CH2 — It's Friday then…

Pairing - Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader, previous! Phillip Graves x F!Reader

Warnings - Office AU, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Misunderstandings, Sexting, Praise Kink, Dry Humor, etc.

Summary -

Life has been out to get you ever since you found your ex cheating on you. To add salt to your wounds, your beloved pet dog goes missing while you try to recover from your nasty breakup and your company has been overloading you with piles and piles of paperwork you can never seem to finish; along with a bunch of babbling interns who can never take a hint when it comes to shutting the fuck up, along with a scary, firm-handed supervisor who seems oddly interested in getting to know you better, despite your reluctance.

Chapter Summary -

Your week cannot get any better (or any worse).

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Your day comes to an end with relatively no new disasters springing up on you.

The lack of chaos almost has you suspicious, but you overlook it in favor of clocking out earlier than usual, which is a good half an hour after almost everybody has left the office. You are quick to email all the edited files to Joseph, leaning back in your weary chair as you end your day with a pained groan. About time you get that memory foam mattress, you think to yourself as you clean up your workstation and call it a day.

Your black pump heels click against the smooth marble floor as you try your best to join the world outside the gray confines of your company walls. The usual path consists of making an obligatory patrol across the west wing of the building, checking in to ensure nothing was amiss before taking the elevator down to the ground floor and punching out by tapping your ID at a weird angle on the automatic scanner.

The west wing seems to be almost empty, save for the dim glow of an active computer at the very back of the technical staff room.

You rarely paid this place a visit, mainly burdened by your duty to keep the office running and putting out all dumpster fires Price cannot deal with. The few times you have been here has been solely due to your need to share lunch with Johnny on relatively slower days.

With quiet apprehension, you walk towards the object of your attention - only to find Simon hunched over his desk, with squinting eyes as the screen is reflected in his square blue glasses. Underdressed is a word that seems to describe his style - unbothered enough to never dress up when he has to show up for work, you find the man slouching in his chair while wearing a frayed beige hoodie with some gray sweatpants that make it almost impossible for you to look at him without feeling your cheeks heat up in mortification.

Clearing your throat to grab his attention, you meekly meet his dark eyes as you inquire, “Not going home today?”

He shakes his head, almost as if he’s waking up from a nap and you almost find him endearing in this moment. He responds, “No, have some work. Will lock up and leave in an hour.”

“Okay.”

Silence follows your short dialogues with the senior staff member, making you tap your foot against the floor thrice in order to comfort yourself before you offer him, “I can make you another brew. Should last you until you finish your work.”

He averts his eyes away from the screen and looks at you again, and you feel yourself shrink under his inspection - almost like a timid bunny. You can see him contemplate your offer seriously for a moment before shaking his head.

“Don’t bother, I haven’t got much left here anyway.”

“Oh, okay.”

That is all you can manage to tell him before you leave the room, eager to just crash on your awful bed and end your day early.

The calm that has befallen your office has you on edge, for you are not accustomed to spending your days without being forced to juggle Herculean tasks every hour of your work day.

Even when you’re on edge with it, you come to appreciate how the almost sluggishness of days filled with nothingness allowed you to just be. A sudden breather in your busy life, one that you appreciated very much.

Of course, as life would have it, it all comes crashing down Friday morning once you check into the office and find Gracie, a new intern, pacing near your desk back and forth. The moment she spots you she corners you against your workstation, frazzled as she plays with the threads of her sweater sleeve, unraveling just like her.

“It’s all gone to hell, I tell you!” she tells you, before quieting down as she realizes how loud she’s being. She whispers to you, “It’s a hellhole and all because of him!”

You find yourself awfully confused by her crypticism, so you ask her to elaborate - already preparing yourself to add another petty matter into your long list of events to attend to. Fridays seem to be unusually long for you solely due to the fact that people seem to either forget to work in their eagerness for the weekend, or some ‘emergency’ pops up when all you’d like to do is drink your coffee, answer some emails and force Price to attend his weekly meeting before he fucks off to who knows where.

“Joseph made a simple mistake. A small one really. We’re interns, for god’s sake! Of course, we’ll be dumb and make mistakes every day. And I don’t know who that man thinks he is, cuz the next thing I know”, Gracie pauses to anxiously chew at her thumb, red hangnails and raw skin evident of the anxiety that’s been plaguing her all morning.

“Next thing I know is Simon’s losing his head over something and he’s chewing us all out for being ‘incompetent fucks’, and he takes it out on all of us. But it hits Joseph the most, and the next thing I know is he hasn’t turned up for work today”, she finishes her anxious ramble, looking at you with doe eyes and you mentally note to check up on Joseph when you have the time.

“Don’t worry, Gracie. He’s probably taking a day off in order to cool down. I’ll talk with him”, you reply to soothe her worries and she looks at you as if you’d hung the moon and the stars in the sky for her.

Her sudden hug catches you off guard, and after profusely thanking you (“Thank you, thank you, thank you! You’re such a doll!”), she waves you adieu as she exits the floor and you are soon seated on your desk, groaning at the sight of your filled calendar and unanswered emails being reflected on your screen. Joseph will have to wait, you think as you massage your temples - your body betraying you with a migraine for only having iced coffee for breakfast.

You decided to tackle the mountain of unfinished workload, hoping to at least catch the last subway back home before it gets too dark.

After three hours of uninterrupted screen time that made your eyes water and your back creak whenever you shifted in your chair and an hour after having a cold lunch of leftover salad and toasted bread with gummy cheese, you finally find yourself with a few minutes of leeway to finally look for Price. Not just because you wish to talk to him about Joseph, but also due to the pile of unsigned documents you currently carry in your hands that need his immediate approval.

After a few minutes of mindless walking to and fro and asking your co-workers of any sightings of your boss, you finally find him exiting one of the conference rooms located on the upper floors and there’s another man alongside him.

They both seem to be extremely close, and John claps the other man on the back and laughs heartily with him, but you’re too focused on the tip of your shoes to hear their conversation. Everything sounds static to you for now. You blame your anxiety for it.

“Oh, it’s you”, John’s eyes widen slightly in surprise and he mockingly clutches his chest, “You’d give me a heart attack one of these days with how sneaky you are.”

You are just unusually quiet around unfamiliar people. You roll your eyes at him, unamused, “Ha, ha. Quit those cigars and I promise you, your heart and lungs will thank you.”

He smiles at you, his eyes crinkling with radiance.

“You worry about me too much”, gesturing you inside the meeting room, he asks you.

“What brought you here?”

“Well, the project deal with Crofters underwent its final review for the proposal and I needed your approval for them before I gave the team the green light. And there’s some more files that could use your ink”, you point to the stack in your hands and he beckons you to sit in the seat beside him as he takes the pile from you and clicks at his fancy little golden pen, skimming through the documents and signing them.

While he does that, you muster up the courage to talk to him about Joseph. This could’ve been an email, but you decided you owed him that much. Moreover, feeling as if your contribution in ‘proof-reading’ his work could’ve led to him getting unfairly scolded by his superior and his uncle makes your throat dry out constantly.

And there’s only so much water you can drink before you’re forced to take a bathroom break. Or a few.

Clearing out your throat in order to begin talking leads to Price to look up from one of the files, as he eyes you with a scrutinizing gaze.

“Yes?”

You gulp, not being used to ‘complaining’ about one of your coworkers behind their back. You have rarely had any problem with anyone that required you to directly report your higher ups or HR about them. And doing this to Simon, of all people, who has never really troubled you….

“Well, you know Simon can be a bit stern.”

“Uh huh.”

“And you know how he can expect a bit too much from others…”

“I know how Simon is. Please get to the point”, he rubs his eyes, already sighing out in anticipation.

“One of the interns came to me this morning, and she told me that he kind of went off on them for messing up. Things got pretty rough, and another intern hasn’t shown up to work today. So I was a bit worried”, you trail off, hearing John groan audibly in frustration.

“Who’s the intern?”

“Um, it was Joseph.”

He curses, wiping at his forehead with his palm and tucking away stray hair as he tells you, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll have a talk with Simon. Things have been…tough with him. And he’s only this strict because he wants to believe in the absolute best of people. You check up on Joseph and see that he’s alright.”

“Will do that”, you promptly pick up the signed documents and exit the room, already dialing Joseph on your phone - hoping for him to pick up your call and not ignore you.

You are at your desk and at your third call when someone picks it up.

“Hello?” a nasally congested voice asks, and you sigh out in relief as you inform him it’s you who’s calling him.

“Are you okay, Joseph? Why didn’t you come today?”

“Gracie told you, huh?”

“Yeah, she was worried sick. She’s a sweet girl.”

“Had to take a day off, or I’d have thrown fists at him.”

You don’t know how to react to that. You haven’t expected Joseph to be angry still.

“I get it can be frustrating to work in such a stressful environment, and Simon expects perfection - which may make it all the more harder for you to make mistakes. But I hope you realize that the senior staff genuinely wants to help every intern develop themselves so that they can be ready for the industry after graduation.”

“...”

“It’s okay, take your time. Hopefully you will feel better after the weekend. Take care, Joseph.”

“Goodbye.”

A click. And the call comes to an end.

You exhale through your mouth, not expecting all this to drain you out already.

And you still have four hours to go.

Sitting back at your desk with a hot cup of black coffee, you stir the drink with the wooden stick after dumping a small packet of sugar in it. The afternoon sun is sublime, shining through the windows and getting reflected off of the photo frame you have of you and Butters, kept on the desk to curb your nostalgia of your furred friend.

Almost a week of futility, of just work and no sign of your dog in sight. The police have been essentially useless in the search and you have had to design missing posters to put up around your street and at the dog park you used to go with him, hoping that someone would eventually spot him and bring him back home to you. But still, to no avail.

Sipping on the warm drink, careful to not burn your tongue, you are happy to spend the last two hours of your work day just organizing some things for Monday and playing card games to kill some time - happy to clear up all the major events and tasks before the day ends. You think you might be able to leave a little early for home, planning on getting some takeout for dinner and watching some trashy late night reality TV until you snooze off in your cozy bed.

And then the chatter in the room dies, which is strange as everyone around you has been jovially conversing to make the last hours of the day pass by faster. You look up to see Simon standing in front of you and he looks pissed.

Guess that talk with John did not go well, and this is when you’d tuck your tail and make a run for it - if it wasn’t for Simon already anticipating that and blocking any possible escape for you. Your widened eyes meet his, and he takes it as his cue to go off on you.

“How dare you?” he grits out, his jaw ticked and voice tense with restraint.

“How fucking dare you? The fuck you think you are, going behind my back and bitchin’ to Price?” His voice booms around the room, and the few people who were pretending to be busy with work are now looking at him with unbridled trepidation.

“I-”

“Who are you to say what’s right or wrong?”, he goads you, towering over you with such dark eyes you were scared they’d suck you in and never let you out.

“I didn’t mean to-”

“They’re my interns, and if they fuck up, they better own up to their shit. They’re mine to manage, and your coddling isn’t going to save them either”, he spits out, looking at you with such resentment in his eyes you wonder if Price had said something to tick him off more than usual.

“It’s not your bloody job to mother them, and it sure as hell is not your job to bitch about me. If you have that much of a problem with me, say it to my face and stop being a damn coward about it.”

There’s eyes everywhere, and they’re trained onto the scene Simon has caused with you - and you take a shudder of a breath before getting up and standing to face him head on. Your lip wobbles for a moment, before you look at him and tell him, “You’re a dickhead for this, Simon.”

And with that, you just swiftly leave the office space and make your escape; almost short of running in your block heels as you quickly lock the bathroom door behind you, leaning against it as you wipe away the few tears of frustration that escaped your eyes, careful not to smudge your makeup.

Your life has been a shitshow for the past month or so, and god forbid, you let another man ruin the weekend for you now.

You gently wash your hands and clean up after yourself, deciding on leaving much earlier than usual for a change. There’s no way in hell you will stick around the office after getting humiliated like that. There’s a knock on the door, and Gracie’s there as instructed (by text), holding your purse for you.

She meekly glances at your weary face, and begins, “I heard what happened. Are you okay? I know how much of an ass Simon can be, but he probably didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You decide to not respond to her, not feeling up to the task of psycho-analyzing your colleague and his short temper. That’s not your bloody job.

“Thanks for getting my bag”, you send her off her way after that, and shooting off a quick text to Price, you quietly exit the office - all the more eager to gorge yourself on some takeout, watch TV and get drunk enough to forget that this day happened and ignore all texts and calls you get tonight.

Note -

After a month of inactivity(cuz I was busy interviewing in different places and studying for it) and writer's block, I finally updated. Updates will be sparse, but I will try to be more consistent.

#call of duty #cod:mw2 #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #mw2 ghost #ghost x y/n #call of duty angst #call of duty smut #simon ghost riley angst #simon ghost riley smut #char.simon ghost riley #🖇️.after hours #celena.writes

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glassjoeandgreattigersssimp · 7 months ago

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Cast of punch out all getting sick? Like a cold not deathly ill! Please and thank you

Ofc! Boxers on a sick 🤢 day!

Glass Joe 🇫🇷 🥐

- Weak immune system, gets sick a lot

- Ugly sneezing

- Stays in very comfy pajamas all day

- Stays alone, crashes on his couch, and watches old French dramas or plays to pass the time... or if he's too lazy to turn on the television, he'll turn on his white noise and read his favorite novels

- If Kaiser happens to be with him, he'll wait on Joe hand and foot, even carrying Joe around bridal-style from room to room. He treats Joe like a sick victorian child

Von Kaiser 🇩🇪 🔩

- Has to be convinced he's sick to take the day off

- Very bored and unsatisfied; he feels lazy

- Nastiest coughs this side of the earth

- Has no choice but to be waited on by Joe. Bro has a literal French maid whenever he's sick

- Looks like this when he's sick:

Disco Kid 🇺🇲 🕺

- Awesome immune system, very rarely gets sick

- When he does, he'll mainly spend a weekend cooped up in his room

- Has a carefully designed low-fi playlist created specifically for sick days

- Passes the time by napping, video chatting with friends, or watching cheesy 70s and 80s movies

- Can't wear his headphones because he easily gets headaches when he's sick and wearing headphones

King Hippo 🏝 🦛

- Never gets sick, the hippo-human tribe is biologically immune to all known human diseases

- It's how he can eat literally anything and not feel pained from it

Piston Hondo 🇯🇵🍣

- Also has to be convinced he's ill to take the day off... but he's very stubborn about it.

- "I will NOT take a day o- ACHOO!!"

- Eventually gives in and pouts the entire day... hates being unproductive like Kaiser, but also hates total isolation from his friends.

- Reads manga to pass the time... despite hating isolation, he insists Heike stays out of the way... would hate to give Heike his cold.

Bear Hugger 🇨🇦 🐻

- Despite this, Heike happily waits on him and gives him medicine, while Yuki keeps Hondo emotionally sound

- And the number 1 nastiest puking champion award goes to...

- Gets sick more often than he likes to admit, mainly because of how much time he spends outside amongst the creachurs

- Alternative, natural medicine enthusiast

- Lomasi and Spruce are the designated caretakers. Spruce is literally the balto of the squirrel world since he's the one that has to go get medicine

- If he gets a cold during winter he'll take 2 months off to go "hibernating"... he'll later come back as good as new

Great Tiger 🇮🇳 🐅

- Gets sick in the silliest ways possible. Bro is like "Hey guys!! Watch me drink an entire orange juice bottle in under 5 minutes!!" and wonder why he gets sick a lot

- His magic gets all fucked up when he's sick. No clones to wait on him, so he begrudgingly has to take care of himself

- Abuses food delivery services since he can't cook himself

- If the illness is more serious than a cold, Hondo would deliver him medicine

- Watches the most random stuff ever when he's sick. Got hyperfixated on Beastars for a good 2 months after he spent a week sick

Don Flamenco 🇪🇸 🥀

- IS a sick victorian child. Can and will overdramatize his sickness online for attention

- Carmen will help him recover, but in a pushy way. Like "go fight someone already and maybe I'll let you sleep off the couch for one night" kinda way.

- Has to eat the nastiest white boy foods ever when he's sick. Unseasoned chicken noodle soup ahoy!

- One time he got sick over the spring season, and Carmen made him watch all 43 barbie movies. Now he has frequent nightmares about the animal sidekicks from those movies

- Goes through hell when he pukes and gets grossed out by himself vomiting

Aran Ryan 🇮🇪 😈

- Fakes sick days a LOT, so often that when he actually gets sick for real, no one believes him

- Also gets sick in the silliest ways possible. Bro is like "Hey guys!! Watch me down these mysterious purple bananas I found under me bed!!" and wonder why he gets sick

- Also has to be convinced he's sick

- Has the most adorable sneeze ever, but hates to admit it

- Also abuses food delivery services but is also rude to them. Got his grubhub account banned last year after punching an underpaid delivery man. Why? His order of 38 cheeseburgers weren't hot and ready.

Soda Popinski 🇷🇺 🍾

- Rarely gets sick now, but he used to have awful alcohol sickness back in the day... especially after fights.

- Scarily good at taking care of himself nowadays. Is able to cook his own meals and get his own medicine (ofc he goes out wearing a mask ofc)

- Painfully bored though... he insisted on staying away from everyone, especially Macho Man

- Occasionally has trauma breakdowns as he relieves certain sick moments from when he was an alcoholic

- His eyes somehow get even more red when he's sick

Bald Bull 🇹🇷 🐂

- Enjoys taking sick days because that means he's away from the boxing scene for a while

- His niece and nephew typically take care of him, but he is able to be self sufficient

- Binge watches all of his favorite soap operas

- Also has an adorable sneeze

Super Macho Man 🇺🇸 🌊

- Gets the most thought provoking in bed thoughts ever... "Why does Joe look old and young at the same time.... Is Disco Kid biologically blonde... how come none of us ever age-"

- Pretends to not be sick over social media, even though when he does get sick, he's suffering

- Pays for a caretaker to cook, get medicine, etc

- Whines and vents to his caretaker whenever he takes sick days

- Shakes his beach house when he sneezes

- Has a secret collection of nautical themed plushies he keeps on his bed. He cuddles with them when he's sick

Mr Sandman 💤🟢

- Not allowed to take sick days

- Exercises through whatever small cold he gets

- Even when the other boxers call him out for going to the gym when he's sick, one stare is enough to shut them up

- Mr. Dream is like "Tf champions don't get sick... get out there, you're fine!"

- At most, he'll accidentally sleep in a bit when he's sick

Thanks for the ask! ^^

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inkinmyheartandonthepage · 8 months ago

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Two Pizza's And A Lottery Ticket

Day 28 of flufftober and the prompt is Lucky Charm! I hope you all enjoy and you can read it on Ao3.

Maddie Buckley had always called Buck his own Lucky charm. When the kids at school had teased him about his birthmark, she had told him that they were jealous because he had been brushed by luck and everyone could see how lucky he was.

When Buck was released from the hospital after being struck by lightning, the first thing he did was order himself two pizzas.

Maddie jokingly bought him a lottery ticket.

Buck didn’t think much of it, not until he was waking up in the morning to the sound of Maddie making him breakfast below and his phone buzzing with a new message. The ticket sat on his bedside table and when Buck was finished checking his messages, he went online to check the winning numbers.

The same numbers that matched his ticket.

~*~

“I thought your parents were going to buy you a couch?” Eddie frowned as he, Buck and Christopher crossed the carpark towards the furniture show room. They were walking slowly, not in any rush. Eddie was just basking in the moment that he could do with this Buck. A week ago, it hadn’t seemed like it would it possible.

“And while I appreciate the gesture,” Buck said, his shoulder bumping into Eddie’s as they walked. “I have a feeling my mum is going for style rather than comfort. That’s not the couch I want.”

“You know what you want?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah,” Buck said softly, shoulder pressing harder into Eddie, his gaze fixed on Christopher who is just ahead of them. “I do.”

Eddie grinned, his heart flopping in his chest as he reached up to wrap an arm around Buck’s shoulders, dragging him closer. “Then let’s go get it.”

Buck’s smile was dazzling as he flashes it at Eddie.

There are only a few other people in the store as they make their way around the couches. Buck followed Christopher around, nodding seriously as Chris talked about each couch. Eddie is more than happy to trail behind the two of them, sitting on the couches when instructed too and offering an opinion when asked.

“This one,” Chris says decisively, settling back into the royal blue cushions.

Eddie wondered if his son has a future in selling furniture because he has chosen a ridiculously comfortable couch. It’s a touch bigger than the one back at the Diaz home and fits the three of them comfortably. It reminded Eddie of the couch at the fire station – one that he and Buck had taken many naps on during their time at the 118. The colour is the same as the one at home, but Eddie can’t feel the broken spring underneath him or the bar that holds everything together. Eddie found himself sinking into the cushions, content.

“Oh yeah,” Eddie sighed, tilting his head back. “This is a good couch.”

“You like it?” Buck asked.

Eddie titled his head to look at Buck. His best friend was watching him, a happy smile on his face. He looked like he belonged, arm draped over Chris shoulders, fingers a hair breath away from Eddie’s shoulder. He could picture many nights on this couch with Chris and Buck.

“Do you?” Eddie asked instead of answering.

Buck’s smile only grew. “Yeah. I love it.”

Eddie smiled back, holding Buck’s gaze. Buck’s fingers stretched a little further, gently running down the column of Eddie’s neck.

“Me too.”

“I’m glad you like it,” The salesperson spoke.

Eddie had sort of forgotten that they were there. He pulled his gaze from Buck but didn’t move an inch, letting Buck’s fingers still gently brush up and down his skin. He could feel the heat radiating from him, knowing his cheeks were probably pink.

“What kind of price are we looking at?” Eddie asked, partly to distract the way Buck’s touch was sending shivers down his spine.

Eddie stared at the salesperson as they rattled off a number. Not only was Eddie raising a condiment snob but also a couch snob.

“I can give a good deal if you take the delivery options,” the salesperson said.

“Great. We’re going to take it,” Buck said before Eddie could open his mouth.

“Excellent,” the salesperson beamed. “Let me see if we have one in stock for you today. I’ll be back. Feel free to take a look around. I’ll come find you.”

“Do you think we need some cushions, Chris?” Buck asked, shifting to sit up a little straighter. He ran his fingers down Eddie’s neck one more time before he pulled away, leaving Eddie feeling a little lightheaded.

“Yeah,” Chris said, shuffling to the edge of the couch. Buck handed Chris his crutches when he was on his feet. Chris slipped them on and twisted his head back and forth. “Where are they?”

“Uh,” Buck blinked, looking very much like Chris as he got to his feet and twisted his head back and forth.

Eddie got to his feet and took pity on his boys. “I’d say they are in decorations. That way.”

Chris took lead again and Buck and Eddie followed behind him. Eddie could only watch with fond amusement as they tested every cushion they came across. Buck and Eddie carried the ones Chris had chosen back to the couch so they could see if they were a perfect fit. On the way back, Chris spotted a blanket too.

“It’s so soft,” Chris looked up at Buck, a smile lighting up his face.

Buck reached out, running his hands over it. “Whoa! It’s really soft.”

“Can we get it?” Chris asked, looking at Buck hopefully.

Eddie reached out; the fabric soft under his fingers as he reached for the tag. His eyes widened at the price of the – was this cashmere? – blanket. “Uh, I think this a little bit out of our price range, Buddie.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Buck said, lifting the blanket off the couch it was draped over and he tossed it over his shoulder. “Come one, let’s see if these cushions match our couch.”

Eddie stared at Buck as they made their way back to the couch. “Did you even come in here with a budget?”

Buck chuckled. “Not really.”

“Buck,” Eddie sighed, giving his head a little shake.

“I’m not going to go overboard,” Buck promised. “Besides, it’s cheaper than the couch my mum was looking at.”

Eddie wondered where exactly Margret Buckley had been looking for a couch.

The cushions matched perfectly, and Eddie had to admit, the blanket was the softest thing he had ever felt. That’s how the salesperson found them, spread out on the couch, the blanket draped over their laps.

“You guys look cosy,” the salesperson beamed. “I have good news. We have this couch in stock and would be able to have it delivered by the end of the week.”

Chris let out a little cheer, his legs kicking out under the blankets.

“If you follow me, we can get the paperwork started.”

It took a bit of coaxing to get Chris out of the blanket but eventually he got back to his feet. Eddie steered him to the table where Buck and the salesperson were already filling out the paperwork.

Eddie peeked over Buck’s shoulder, reading over what he had filled out. Since waking up from his coma, reading had been difficult. It gave him a headache, as did the computer and watching TV. It was no wonder that Buck had been begging to be released from the hospital as soon as possible, board out of his mind.

“Wait,” Eddie said, making Buck pause. “That’s my address.”

“I know.”

Eddie stared at Buck, confusion pulling his brows into a furrow. Why would Buck put Eddie’s address? Unless…

“Buck, you are not buying me a new couch,” Eddie said sternly.

“I’m not,” Buck said, turning to face Eddie fully. He took a deep breath, a nervous, sheepish look crossing his features. “I’m buying us a couch. You, me, and Christopher.”

Eddie inhaled sharply. He stared at Buck, taking in the delicate flush that filled his cheeks and the hopeful look in his eyes. Looking back, Eddie should have picked up on it sooner. It’s not as if Buck had been being subtle. Not once had he called it his couch but their couch. He had invited Eddie and Christopher to pick it out.

And hadn’t this been where they were headed. Sure, they had taken some wrong turns and a mountain of therapy to get to the heart of it all, but it was a deniable fact. Buck was Eddie’s and Eddie was Buck’s. And hadn’t Buck been Chris’s second parent since basically the day they met? This was their family and Buck had died. For three minutes and seventeen seconds Buck had been dead.

Tomorrow isn’t promised to anyone is what Eddie had once told Chimney and Eddie was tired of denying himself Buck.

And it seemed so was Eddie.

“If -if that’s what you want too,” Buck said, sounding uncertain now.

Eddie reached out, taking the hand that wasn’t holding the pen and linked their fingers together. “Yeah, I want the couch.”

And Eddie’s heart stumbled in his chest when Buck smiled at him, bright and so wonderfully happy. He squeezed Eddie’s hand tightly before he went back to filling out the paperwork. When it was done and paid for, the cushions and the rug tucked away into bags that Eddie carried, they made their way back to the car.

“Wait,” Eddie said as they were a few feet from the car. “Is this a date? Did you take me furniture shopping for a first date?”

“I took us,” Buck said, waving a hand at Christopher who was ahead of them, trying to pull open the door to Eddie’s truck. “And now we are going to get some early lunch with milkshakes.” He looked at Eddie, looking a little unsure. “Uh, if – if you would like that? Otherwise, I can think of something else.”

“Buck,” Eddie said, and he could feel how fond his expression was. “You took our kid with us on a first date. How could I not like that?”

Buck shoulder’s relaxed and the nervous look slid away. “I want to do this right. You, me, and Chris. That’s what I want Eddie.”

“That’s what I want too,” Eddie promised. He stopped, making Buck pause to. He dropped the bags to the ground and cupped Buck’s face. His thumb traced over Buck’s jaw twice before he was pulling Buck into a kiss.

Eddie never expected their first kiss to be in a parking lot of a furniture show room but as Buck’s lips pressed to his, Buck’s arms wrapped around Eddie’s shoulders to pull him closer, he knew nothing else would be as perfect as this.

“Dad! Buck! Come on!” Chris whined.

Eddie chuckled against Buck’s lips, kissing them once, twice, three time before pulling away and stepping out of Buck’s grip. He turned to look at their kid, who was grinning at them brightly, wiggling in a way that Eddie knew that it meant he was ecstatic.

“Alright, mijo, we’re coming,” Eddie said, bending to pick up the bags again. He turned to Buck. “You get him in the car, and I’ll put these in the back.”

“Okay,” Buck said, his lips a little shiny and his eyes alight with happiness.

Eddie grinned, something in his chest slotting into place. Yeah, this was the couch he wanted and how lucky was he.

#flufftober2024 #flufftober #ao3 fanfic #buddie #9-1-1 fanfiction #evan buckley #9-1-1 #eddie diaz #christopher diaz

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captain-n-crunchies · 1 year ago

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$50

Rich Bf/ Itachi x Black/Chubby Reader

' 60% OFF SALE AT FASHION NOVA SUMMER DEALS FOR THE HOES!"

Summer deals for the hoes??? Now Fashion Nova play too much I thought as I scrolled down the site on my iPad, hitting the flashing sign on my screen. Endless amounts of outside and summer outfits littered my screen...but that's no sale! $30 for a 2-piece top and bottom!? Yes, it gave brunch or mimosas at the beach but still, it only 10% off but, I tap my size and the color and continued adding endless amount of clothes, shoes, and earrings into my cart.

' Tachi gon whoop my ass after this one..' I thought when reviewing my entre cart, Itachi loves it when I spoil myself or put a dent in his wallet but, lately he's told me to spend a little less, I understand it thought I filled up my walk in closet to the max and my shoes is practically covering the wall; when I walk into the closet you'll think it's a mall just full of outfits from the summer time to winter chic to spring flings etc. I delete a few items the cart only depleting by a smidge, I look down at the price...a whopping $640.87 but, I got free shipping! I open my cashapp my balance is $800 buttt I could ask tachi to give me just a bit more, right? I bite my nails and think should I order it with my money and be an independent baddie on a budget? Or be a baddie with a walking wallet on her with no budget? As I think I hear the door open.

" Baby? Com'er for a second"

' Tachi's home!' I thought as I put on my Ugg slippers and went quickly down the stairs, Itachi now sitting on the couch with his glass of whiskey and his computer; I tip-toe behind him and cover his eyes with a childish giggle.

" Guess Who?" I say with a smile, he chuckles and hums for a second.

" Hm? Is it my wonderful reader?"

" No, it your wonderful, gorgeous, beautiful, breath taking, sexy, darling reader"

He just chuckled and kissed my hand as I come around to sit beside him, my plush thighs connecting with his when he lifts my legs onto his thig and rubs my calf. I lean closer a give him a peck whispering a welcome home from his long day at work. He kisses me back and he tells me about work, his eyes now calmer and less tense. We talk about what we have planned for the week and other things that came into our brains.

" Darling, have you did what I asked of you for today?"

Shit! I forgot, Itachi told me to try to clean out one side of my closet so I can have a tidy area for the rest of the year so going bit by bit I did see some shoes I didn't like but, I didn't donate them or threw them away NO! I put them in the attic because I couldn't let them go to waste! What if pink Chanel come back in style and I can just bring the whole collection back? Through my inner turmoil Itachi watches me with a black expression as I awkwardly try to explain.

" Well, I did clean out some but, I got tired, so I took a nap, then I made me a little snack for the hour because I only ate a bagel and-"

" So, you didn't clean out much?"

" It's progress...You just have to lean into it! See if you look at it from my point of view it very hard for a girl to get rid of -"

" So, you didn't clean, nor have you gotten rid of anything dear?"

I just sighed and nodded, putting my head down and looking away. Itachi sighs and lifts my chin up and kisses my lips.

" Let's see how much you've done then we can go on from there hm?"

" But! You've been at work all day, Tachi! It wouldn't be fair to let you help my mess."

" Nonsense dear, up now let's see what 'progress' you've made"

He airs quotes progress and picks me up from the couch onto my feet and walks to our bedroom while I slowly walk behind him, he's too calm...like Itachi would never hurt me but, he doesn't do the not listening thing. When me and Tachi first started this, he set clear rules that disrespect and disobedience would come with spanking, a short allowance, and no sex for week or 2 months depending on what I did, usually I'm a peach! only go punished a few times when I got a bit too bold with him. As I finally gotten into our room, he's standing there with a disappoint look.

" Only five pairs of shoes are in a box and two tops darling? This looks like 30 minutes of work-"

" Actually, an hour! It would hard because I love the leather heels but, they kind of hurt my feet but it's my only pair of leather heels I mean, I do have dark denim thigh highs but, they aren't giving the way those heels did, so I did a process and-"

" Darling."

I stopped talking and looked at his stern face, he sits on the bed and pats his thigh, and takes the band from his long hair down and loosens his tie.

" How many you think hm?"

" How many what?"

" You know what baby don't act dumb, unless you are as dumb as I thought.

My legs tighten as I try to explain how I should get away from this one punishment ranging from pleas to bargains but, Tachi just shakes his head and pats his thigh again.

" Not going to say it again baby, you've got 10 seconds before it 30 spankings and no cumming till the entire closet is clean."

He started counting and I quickly bend over his lap.

" Please me gentle Tachi" I said small and meek

" No promises my angel"

*SMACK!*

*After her ass got tore up*

" Your going to listen to me more hm?"

" Yes sir.."

" Good, now tomorrow I'm off I'm going to help you clean out some of it okay baby?"

I just nod snuggling into him, he tore my ass up and then gon try to be all loving after? Thats real bipolar but, whatever; I grab my phone from the table and see the sale is almost over.

" Tachi?"

" Hm?"

" Can I borrow $50?"

He looks down at me with one eye and I show him the sale, he rolls his eyes and pats my head.

" Later dear, go to sleep"

I nod, shutting down my hand and climbing on top of his thin frame hold his shoulders and laying my head on his chest.

" Night Tachi"

" Night baby"

..." Can I borrow $50-"

"No"

A.N: ( Im back like crack! Yall tis was my mannnn back in 89' like when I tell you he was BAD! He was, and yall I've been so tired like I tried to write but I couldn't so I'm post more now that I'm motivated.)

Like and comment who yall wanna see next!

#x black reader #black fem reader #chubby reader #black reader #itachi naruto #itachi x reader #itachi uchiha

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bronzieinthedas · 26 days ago

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OC LAYERS tag game

Thank you so much @pixiedurango for the tag!

These were some amazing questions. Although it was long and took much time, it was very fulfilling work to think about all of them. Perfect exercise to get to know my bb more on this rainy day :)

That said: Small mentions of abuse and slavery, so if that upsets you, please don't read these.

LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE

Name: Qatesh, derisive nickname "Crumb Cake", took the family name Laidir at age 24 to honour her mentor after they died.

Eye Color: Grey-blue

Hair Style/Color: Jet black, straight and thin. Has a receding hairline. Always wears her hair up in a tight bun as she was required to do so back in Tevinter at the workshop. Hair reaches down to her waist when loose.

Height: 198cm

Clothing Style: In battle prefers unrestricting clothes, so she is right at home with the more "naked" Rivaini outfits. In her free time prefers to cover up in order to hide her scars, opting for roomy tunics and sarouel pants, and whatever sandals or slippers are most comfortable.

Best Physical Feature(s): Cute smile and muscular shoulders

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

Fears: Drowning/deep water, unknown food

Guilty Pleasure: Taking naps and being unproductive. Also the Rivaini version of Gin&Tonic with the curry spice Gin everybody else hates

Biggest Pet Peeve: People telling her she didn't have it "too bad for a slave"

Ambition for the Future: None. She just wants to be left alone!

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

First Thoughts Waking Up: Where am I?

What They Think About the Most: Am I enough? Am I loveable?

What They Think About Before Bed: Everything she perceived she did wrong that day

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: Loyalty

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

Single or Group Dates: Definitely single. She finds large groups of people overwhelming, and has trouble filtering noise due to her Tinnitus (side effect of being a mage). So she'd definitely prefer a date somewhere calm and quiet where she can fully concentrate on her date partner.

To be Loved or Respected: Difficult question. She'd go for both. Respected by acquaintances/for her actions, loved by those she puts her trust in.

Beauty or Brains: During her childhood and teens, she was always told that she's the most ugly and non desirable person in Thedas. Given how often she witnessed that pretty people have it easier in life, she would pick beauty.

Dogs or Cats: She prefers cats. The guard dogs back at the palace were trained to be hostile towards the slaves, so she doesn't trust dogs at all, not even when they're well trained. Cats are nice tho, she loved visiting the barn cats as a child, especially during kitten season in spring, and she can't visit Treviso without petting every cat sitting around.

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

Lie: Mostly to fit in and be accepted, and as not to hurt other people's feelings, though she's started being more honest and voicing her own needs and wants.

Believe in Yourself: Nope.... another construction site she's working on.

Believe in Love: She's been let down and disappointed quite a few times, so she is distrustful and doesn't really know what love is supposed to be. She does believe however in deep connections and friendship and trust, and that's similar to love, no?

Want Someone: This is a difficult question for Qatesh. Back in her teens when everyone else started getting crushes and having sexual relations, she could never relate, and always believed herself to be wrong or broken (quite a typical Ace experience I dare say)... if she finds someone attractive it's usually because of their personality or their actions, and only later starts finding them physically appealing too, see: Taash.

LAYER SIX: HAVE YOU EVER?

Been on Stage: No, she hates the spotlight.

Done Drugs: Not willingly. She suspects she got drugged and abused when she was about 16 (ultimately the reason she landed in Rivain), but there wasn't enough evidence and nobody believed her anyway. She's very afraid of losing control, so she prefers not to do drugs. Exception is having a drink or two, but she'd never get so piss drunk she can't get home anymore.

Changed Who You Were to Fit In: All the time... she has a couple of personas she can slip into when needed, depending on the occasion.

LAYER SEVEN: WHAT’S THEIR…

Favourite colours: Cream white, Purple

Favourite animal: Swallows, as they have accompanied her ever since Tevinter. They are her personal symbol of freedom.

Favourite book: She's near-illiterate because she was only minimally taught to read and write, so she doesn't read books. Reading takes a lot of effort and gives her headaches. She's vowed to learn how to read and write better for years but ya know, she never really found the time so far...

Favourite game: She gets easily frustrated when she loses, so she tries not to play games, but she loves observing others playing.

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

DOB: around 9:25 Dragon, Seheron, day and place unknown. Brought to Tevinter at around 4 months of age, during spring, so she's a winter child.

How Old Will You Be: As of 9:52 Dragon, around 28.

Does Age Matter: It does to her, because she's reaching the age she would have been forced to leave the spinning workshop due to health problems (such as arthritis) and then sold off. She partly staved those off, but with all the action and fighting going on during the VG year, she noticed the joints in her fingers and wrists getting increasingly achy. So yeah. She has mixed feelings about growing older.

LAYER NINE: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love: Every new morning sunrise. And... (hesitates, because saying it is hard and could lead to something bad happening) ... Taash.

I feel: Uprooted.

I hide: From the world.

I miss: A place to call home.

I wish: I could have chosen my path earlier.

Tagging (no pressure) @forlornmelody @cute-ellyna and @nerdierholler, and everyone else who would like to fill this out. I love reading about everyone's complicated brain children :)

#dragon age the veilguard #dragon age rook #qunari rook #oc: qatesh laidir #she's so full of cPTSD I am so sorry qatesh bb I promise it will get better

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amnevitahwritesstuff · 11 months ago

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Chapter Five: The Mermaid (Loop 26)

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Every day, Rhysand wakes up next to Amarantha in her bed Under the Mountain. A prisoner, a weapon, a High Lord on a leash. He's been down there so long, it's starting to feel like time doesn't matter. Until one day, it doesn't. Feyre's death sends Rhysand back in time, waking up on the same day - over and over. Now, Rhysand must discover how to break the time loop, save his mate, and keep his sanity intact. A "round robin" style fanfiction with different authors. This work is meant to be read from beginning to end, but each chapter is written by a different author with their own spin on the time loop prompt.

Part of the @feysand-hivemind

Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses

Pairing: Feyre/Rhysand

Rating: Teen

Triggers: Murder, (Temporary) Character Death

Length: 583 words

Surprise! Bet you didn't think you'd see me as a part of this project (except you probably did because I haven't been nearly that subtle these past few months)! Anyway, please enjoy this (very short!) silly little palette cleanser of a chapter before I hand you back off for our regularly scheduled angst.

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“What the-?”

Arielle blinked her eyes open in confusion at the waves and ripples that had disturbed her slumber. She had just settled down for the night, in her bed of waterweed and algae, when-

There, towards the little shore of her pond, she spied a pair of feet wading through the water followed by the sound of drunken laughter. Were they…? Oh Cauldron, they were!

The mermaid grimaced in disgust.

Did the high fae not teach their children any manners? Honestly!

Clearly some people still needed a reminder not to encroach upon the homes of others.

While river mermaids were somewhat different from their sea dwelling cousins (primarily in that they were lazier and more prone to napping in the sun rather than luring sailors to their deaths) they more than made up for their lack of blood thirstiness with pettiness and a zero tolerance policy regarding home invaders.

Especially if said invaders were trying to get frisky right on her front doorstep.

“Excuse me!” She said tersely as she swam towards the intruders. “Don’t you know this is private property-”

And that was right about when one of them decided to step on her hair.

Arielle shrieked, jerking back in pain and shock and knocking the perpetrator clear off their feet. She felt them crash into the water with a cacophonous splash while their companion seemed stunned into stillness at discovering that this pond was, in fact, home to something other than a few frogs.

“First you invade my pond without permission and then you attack me in my own home?!” The mermaid screeched furiously as she grabbed ahold of the figure trying to scramble back to their feet and pulled them back underwater.

They toppled into the water and while they were still disorientated, the mermaid wrapped her fingers around the figure’s skinny little neck and squeezed. Their hair floated prettily around them like gold thread as the fae thrashed instinctively before their neck…snapped.

Arielle blinked.

Surely fae were sturdier than that? She’d pulled several down into her pond in the past for one reason or another and they always managed to fight her off easily enough. So why did this fae have such a breakable little neck?

Wait…no. Not fae.

Human.

The mermaid stared down at the intruder, puzzled, noticing rounded ears and tasting the whiff of mortality that hung around the creature like a cloud.

What was a human doing in her pond?

They were Arielle’s last thoughts before a different set of hands grabbed ahold of her and tore her out of the water.

She thrashed.

Until she came face to face with the High Lord of Spring himself.

And he was furious.

“Do you realize what you’ve done?!!”

“Do you realize how rude it is to invade someone’s home?!” The mermaid couldn’t help but snap. High Lord or no, it was terribly rude to gallivant through her pond without so much as a by-the-by.

“She was our only chance of breaking the curse! You’ve ruined us!”

For a moment it felt like the High Lord was speaking in riddles. Curse? What curse? But then…

“…Oh. Well that’s not good.”

The High Lord didn’t answer, only exploded in a flurry of fur and claws and Arielle’s pond soon ran red with her own blood.

In the shadows of the trees, Rhysand banged his head against a tree and moaned in agony and frustration.

“How the fuck did I not know there was mermaid in there?!”

#time won't fly (it's like I'm paralyzed by it)#feysand timeloop #feysand hivemind #my fanfiction #acotar fanfiction #feysand fanfiction #amnevitahwritesstuff

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