#they're too big for me but it makes them perfect for the big socks

[sprinklesharkie]

I GOT SHARK SLIPPERS *\(^o^)/* !!!

[malestransforming]

dude. please make me into a huge fucking himbo!! i blow my wad at your tfs all the time.

snap

I'm honoured you would get off on my powers. It is what they're for, after all! Let's set you up with the ultimate jerk off.

We’ll take it from the bottom up. Close your eyes, stroke that cock of yours, and follow my words. By the time I'm done, you'll be a completely new man! Relax and enjoy yourself.

Feel your feet start to tingle? Creating some pressure in your socks and shoes? They're getting bigger, longer and stronger. That warmth is starting to slowly travel up your legs, making them to twitch and flex beneath you. 

Actually, let’s get you out of those clothes. With you stripped down, I can watch those muscles of yours grow in real time. Maybe I'll stroke my cock along with you.

Now that you're naked, let's keep going. Keep stroking your dick. That's it. Picture your dick, hard and leaking in your hand, growing thicker and longer with each stroke. Feel the heavy weight of your balls, full of cum, swinging between your legs as they draw up closer to your body. Feels good, right?

Your calves are growing now, the muscles hardening into solid columns of power. And your knees ... far too knobly. I'm going to make them powerful so they sit perfectly below your thighs. Speaking of your thighs, oh man, they're gonna be something else. Feel the muscles there expanding, becoming dense and powerful? These are the kind of legs that could crush a watermelon or thrust for hours!

That's it, keep rubbing your dick. It's okay to slow down as you feel these changes. Just don't cum until I say so.

I want to really indulge in your ass. The globes of your butt should be rounder and firmer. A perfect handful! Clench and release your muscles as you stroke your cock, imagining someone grabbing onto your transformed ass as they fuck you senseless. You fucking love it, you himbo slut.

I'm gonna move to your chest and arms. A himbo like you needs a huge chest. Take a deep breath as your pecs swell outward, your nipples hardening into stiff peaks. They might be a little more sensitive. You should check though. Go ahead and tweak them a little while you rub your cock. I bet that feels good, right?

Your arms are have to be more defined and vascular with the muscles pulsing with power. Your shoulders are broadening, with the bones shifting and reshaping to support your increasing mass. I think I'll make your neck thicker, so it can support the weight of your expanding head.

Speaking of your head... I'm going to square up that jaw and make those lips thicker too. How do you feel about facial hair? A himbo like you will need just a little bit of scruff.

You're breathing heavy now. Don't worry, we're almost done. Look at your dick leaking. Get ready to finish up - your mind is feeling lighter now. All your "big" thoughts are fizzling out and draining to your balls. From now on you're just care about gym, food and fucking. You ready?

Cum for me, bro. Show me what I've done to you. Let it all out—your cum, your smarts, everything that made you the man you used to be. You are a new you: a huge, musclebound himbo who lives for the lift, the pump, and the endless pursuit of pleasure. Welcome to the good life dude.

[harunovella]

get well soon; t.f.

synopsis: the day in the life of the fushiguro's... except you, mamaguro, is sick... cw: fem!reader, papa!toji x mama!reader, nothin but fluff, megumi's shikigami are so cute and are even cuter when they're conjured by a 5 year old, not beta read so sorry for any errors! I'm delirious rn wc: 1.2k+ an: jus a lil somethin cause I am currently under the weather and I want my fictional husband and son to take care of me

It was the softest thudding that had you stirring in your sleep. With the constant change in your body temperature, shivering in one moment, then sweating the next, you were at the point where you were about to give up on sleep. Dealing with the flu was the last thing you wanted to deal with... When was the last time you were this ill? You couldn't remember. You were the one who always cared for your husband and son, they were the ones who always got sick and you were the one who managed to dodge every virus that entered your home. 

Except this time.

Hearing soft whispers, a baby voice you recognized, followed by a deeper one, you tried making out what they were saying but it was too muffled. Feeling a slight shift on the mattress followed by something tickling your nose, your eyes fluttered open to the sight of a white rabbit. Blinking a few times, eyeing it with confusion, your vision cleared as your focus settled on the small flower held by the animal's teeth. 

A daisy? 

Removing the blanket that had you wrapped up like a burrito, you reached a hand out to gently pet the rabbit before grabbing the flower. Studying it, your eyes shifted towards the small animal as another hopped up next to it, carrying another daisy. Carefully sitting up, slightly groaning from the aches throughout your body, you noticed a dozen or so more bunnies that sat around the floor of your shared bedroom. All holding daisies by their little teeth.

Trailing them and noticing they lead out of the bedroom, a smile grew on your lips as your son stood there. His five year old self holding a bouquet of flowers, yellows and whites that caught your eye as your heart suddenly felt heavy. "Hi, Gumi..."

"Hi, mama," he waved, "papa said I have to stay here so I don't get sick, too."

Letting out a small laugh, you nodded. You definitely didn't want your little boy getting sick, too. "Was this all your idea?" You asked, gesturing towards all the rabbits that sat around your bedroom.

"Mhm!" He eagerly nodded."Papa helped me pick the flowers from the garden! I had my shiki..." Standing there, Megumi tried remembering how to pronounce the word he was looking for. His little eyebrows furrowed before he gasped and continued, "my shikigami! I had my shikigami help me bring them to you since I can't get close." 

Feeling your eyes well up with tears as your nose began to tingle, you reached for your box of tissues as you blew your nose. Your son was the most precious thing in the world... how were you so blessed to have a baby boy with such a beautiful heart like his? "Thank you, Gumi... Mama wishes she could give you a big hug and endless smooches."

Slightly blushing, Megumi looked away, "mama can do it when she feels better..." His little mumbled voice made your heart do things. Oh, how you hated being sick! You just wanted to grab your son and smother him with kisses! 

Sighing as you sat back against the headboard of your bed, you wore the softest smile as you eyed the flower you held in your hand. "Where's papa?" You asked.

"Was settin' up a tea for you," Toji said as he popped up behind Megumi, towering over his son as he held a mug in his hand. You couldn't help but chuckle at the sight: your boy matched his father, in similar white sweaters, black pants, their sock covered feet... and white face masks. Megumi got 100% of his DNA from his father, a pure carbon copy. Not that you complained, you loved that your son was his father's mini me, the perfect duo. Though, you were glad he had more of your personality than anything.

"What's so funny?" Megumi asked as he tilted his head.

"You two are so cute, did you purposefully match?" You asked as your son hugged the bouquet closer to his chest, his timidness kicking in.

Grinning, Toji used his free hand to pat his son's head, "it was this little bug's idea. He saw how I was dressed and grabbed his pants and sweater to match while I made myself coffee. Then he asked if we could pick some flowers for you from the garden."

Frowning, you coughed a bit before looking away, "I hate being sick... I want to hug you two so bad..."

"Ah, don't worry," Toji said as he carefully walked amongst the rabbits, handing you the mug as he pressed the back of his hand against your forehead. The slight chill from the wedding band on his finger made you shiver as he checked you. "You're still a bit hot, but not as bad as last night."

"You don't think I'm really hot?" You mumbled with a pout, earning a laugh from Toji. 

He lowered his mask enough to kiss your forehead before he muttered, "you're the hottest woman alive" in your ear, earning a giggle from you.

"Papa! You can get sick!" Megumi called out as Toji sighed.

Stepping back and lifting his hands in defense, he shook his head, "my bad. Can't get sick or else Megs won't have anyone to play with him—"

"That's not why!" Megumi called out, causing Toji to smirk. 

"What? You won't be able to take care of your old man and your mom?" He asked as he looked at his son, Megumi's eyes widened as you lifted the mug to your lips to hide your smile.

"I'm too small! I can't reach the medicine shelf!" He defended himself, causing Toji to laugh as he walked over to Megumi and lifted him up, kissing his headful of messy hair.

"I'm just messin' with you, bud," taking the bouquet and walking back over to your side to settle them on your nightstand, you gave him a small thank you. "Don't forget to take your medicine, okay?" Toji nudged his head towards the pile of  on your bedside, cough drops and other products to help you recover faster. "We need you to feel better soon."

Saluting as you took the last few sips from your tea, you settled the daisy and brought one of the bunnies to your chest, "for now, I'll cuddle them since I can't cuddle my little Gumi bear."

"Wait!" Megumi exclaimed before he peeked over his father's shoulder. "Kuro! Shiro!" 

Watching as the pair of pups rushed in, you smiled as they instantly sat at Toji's feet. "Are they also going to keep me company?"

"Mhm!" Megumi nodded. "So you don't feel alone!" Gesturing for the pups to join you on the bed, you welcomed the pair as they cuddled against you. "They will also protect you..." he said as if it were something to keep hushed. A small giggle left you as Toji couldn't help but grin at his son and his pure way of being.

"Alright, let's leave your mother to be so she can get some more sleep." Toji said as he patted Megumi's back. "If you need anything, just call for me."

"Okay," you nodded as he took the now empty mug from your hand. "Thank you for everything."

"Always," with a wink, Toji walked away with your son in his arm, waving goodbye as you buried yourself deeper into your warm sheets and the shikigami that surrounded you.

[peppermintquartz]

Explicit Bucktommy.

I got to thinking about multiple Tommy Kinards. And, uh, this is the result.

--

Buck jumps out of the fire engine and hears, "Hey baby."

And it's Tommy. And he's naked. And very aroused.

Which tells Buck that this is a dream, which means the whole training to have lucid dreams is really paying off. He grins and goes up to dream Tommy - God damn, dream Tommy is even more muscular and the scruff is exactly how Buck prefers it - and kisses him, pushing his tongue into his dream boyfriend's mouth and hearing him moan, louder than Tommy ever does.

When he steps back, they're at his loft, and it's just a step to push dream Tommy into his bed and another to kiss down dream Tommy's body. The texture of Tommy's skin isn't quite right, and there's no real heft to Tommy's body, but the groans and sighs and gasps... Those are all Tommy alright, and those are some of Buck's favorite sounds in the world. Dream Tommy's cock is already standing at attention, girthy and weeping at the tip. It's Buck's wet dream for sure, Tommy all laid out for him waiting to be used for pleasure however Buck wants to.

"Man, I wish this were real," Buck says, leaning down to lick the pearl of precome from Tommy's cock. There is no taste to it, of course, but it's the action that counts, and it's his dream, so dream Tommy arches into the contact and reaches for the headboard, showing off his arms. And suddenly there are ropes binding dream Tommy's wrists to the headboard and he's arching again, the corded muscles of his arms in stark relief.

"Evan, please, I need your mouth on me," the Tommy in front of him pleads, wrapping his legs around Buck's waist.

Buck is feeling really horny right now, but this isn't entirely it. This wasn't what he was thinking of using lucid dreaming for, but at this moment he squints, and pictures something similar yet different...

"Hey baby," says dream Tommy number two, right behind Buck. Buck bites his lower lip and gets on all fours on his bed, which suddenly seems really large and soft. The first one sits up against the headboard, no longer bound, and spreads his legs, smirking in a way that is all too familiar to Buck now, and Buck goes willingly to bury his face between hairy thighs. The sensation is softer than he remembers, and cooler than he likes, but it is merely a dream. He wishes the scent is stronger, honestly, it would sell the fantasy much better, but sense memory does bring back how it feels to have Tommy's erection in his mouth, the sounds it pulls from him, the twitching of his muscles and the abortive thrusts Tommy likes to make whenever Buck gives him a blowjob. And in his dream, Buck has no gag reflex, so he takes all of Tommy's cock with ease down his throat.

Dream Tommy 2 has slotted his cock between Buck's thighs, which have been slicked up mysteriously. Buck moans around his mouthful as Tommy 2 starts fucking him between his legs, the sound of skin on skin a beautiful counterpoint to the praises he's hearing Tommy 2 give, exactly how the real Tommy would pour praise on Buck for being good for him.

"Perfect, baby, you're so sweet and good for me," Tommy 2 murmurs, his big hands sliding down the curve of Buck's spine to wrap around his cock.

Tommy 1 gasps, "Please, Evan, I can't hold on, I need to come-"

Buck is about to swallow around the first dream Tommy when he hears something unusual, and then his eyes blink open to the dark ceiling over him.

He is so, so hard right now that he isn't sure where he is, not until he senses someone walking into the bedroom. Turning his head, Buck realizes it's Tommy - the real one, who is in an LAFD tee and jeans and looks a little tired - and Buck flings off the blanket to go to his real-life, human Tommy, kissing him relentlessly and stripping him with ruthless efficiency.

"Baby I need to shower -"

"Not until after we've had at least two orgasms between us," Buck snarls, dragging Tommy to the bed and pulling off his socks, throwing them across the room towards the hamper.

Tommy pushes against Buck's shoulders and, for a wild second, Buck thinks Tommy is going to say no, and Buck may actually cry because he will back off of Tommy if he says no, but it's been a week and a half since they did anything other than hurried kisses as they pass each other at the door. But all that actually happens is that Tommy makes Buck sit back while he gets the lube and straddles him to finger himself open.

"I missed you too, baby," Tommy says, breathy and hoarse. He throws his head back with a soft cry when Buck slides his own fingers into his boyfriend, keen to help, and before long Tommy pushes Buck's hand out of the way so he can fuck himself on Buck's thick cock, already hot and hard and waiting. Buck bites back a curse as he is sheathed inside Tommy's slicked hole; he has been aching for this for days, for a physical reminder of their connection, and Tommy is so gorgeous even in the dark: his weight, his heft, his scent. Buck closes his teeth on the muscle at the junction of Tommy's neck and shoulder, sucking hard on bare skin. His hands slide over Tommy's back, feeling the muscles jump and tense as he sinks down slowly, his breathing heavy and deliberate, both of them trying not to rush Tommy and risk hurting him.

A guttural groan escapes Tommy as he bottoms out, and he sits there for a few breaths, before he starts rolling his hips. After a while, when Tommy mutters "more", Buck grabs hold of his boyfriend's waist and starts thrusting, punching quiet gasps out of him. It doesn't take much - Buck is too keyed up from his dream earlier and Tommy worn out from his shift - and it's four, five hard, desperate thrusts, and Tommy's coming, his limbs tensing up as he shakes and trembles in Buck's arms, and his hole tightens around Buck's cock, squeezing and hot and demanding, and Buck chokes out a "Tommy" before he comes too.

It takes them both a minute or two to get their brains back online, and then Buck slides out of Tommy carefully. Going to the bathroom on shaky legs, he turns the shower on, and then goes to carry his older boyfriend into the shower. Tommy is tired enough not to protest the bridal carry and even snuggles closer.

The water is hot and soothing, and Buck makes sure to go over every inch of his boyfriend with a washcloth. Tommy yawns as they rinse off the soap and is basically non-verbal by the time Buck tucks him into the clean side of the bed, and fully asleep by the time Buck comes back from the washing machine.

As he lies down behind Tommy to spoon up against him, Buck smiles contentedly. Dream Tommy 1 and 2 may have been fun to fantasize about (and Buck will definitely put his lucid dreaming skills to more use in that area), but the real one, snoring in bed next to Buck, is the best. He kisses the back of Tommy's neck and wraps his arm and leg around the man he loves.

[sissylittlefeather]

This is the Story

Chapter 10

A/N: Merry Christmas, baby! This chapter is loooooong, but lots happens and I hope its entertaining for you all. Let me know your thoughts in the comments!

Need to catch up? Here's my Masterlist!

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, kidding, cussing, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, teasing, light restraint during sex, I think that's everything

Word count: 4kish

Song, still

She lays next to him and nuzzles into his shoulder, as he leans over and kisses her forehead, both of them determined to never let anything come between them again.

******

When Elvis returns to Stax the next day, he's in a much better mood. Recording goes well and he's able to finish quickly and go back to spending time with Grace and Wendy in the evenings.

Despite the fact that Richard is gone, they don't move out. Instead, Grace moves into Elvis's bedroom and he buys bunk beds to put in Lisa's room so that Wendy has her own space.

In December, Lisa Marie comes to stay and Elvis is excited for their first weekend together as a family. On Friday night, they settle in for a movie night with the girls on the floor talking and laughing. Elvis has his arm around Grace as she lays her head on his shoulder. He's reveling in the normalcy of the evening when he has an idea.

"Hey, honey, what would you think about going horseback riding with the girls tomorrow?"

Grace sits up and looks at him with a strange look on her face.

"What?" He asks when he sees her.

"I'm... I'm deathly afraid of horses..." He turns and looks at her incredulously.

"Why?"

"I don't know. They're big. And smart. I'm just scared of them."

"Aw, honey, no. I'm gettin' you on a horse tomorrow." She laughs.

"We'll see." He puts his hand on her cheek and leans in and kisses her gently.

On the floor, Wendy turns to Lisa.

"See, I told you they've been kissing a lot!" Lisa Marie throws her arms around Wendy.

"We're gonna be sisters!"

Elvis and Grace hear this and laugh, going back to their position with her head on his shoulder. He knows it's early to think about it, but right now, in this moment, he wants nothing more than to make Grace his wife.

The Colonel be damned.

******

The next day, Grace reluctantly dresses to spend the day outside in the cold. When she gets to her shoes, she stands in her socks and stares at the line of them not sure what to pick. Just then, Elvis comes through the door with a box.

"Hey, hon, I had Jerry run out and grab these for you. Come look." She walks over to where he sets the box on the bed. He opens the box, too excited to wait for her to do it herself. He reaches in and lifts out a pair of beautiful black boots. They have turquoise detailing and white stitching.

"Oh, Elvis, they're perfect. But they look expensive."

"Honey, your boyfriend is Elvis Presley. You need to get used to expensive things." That's the first time he's referred to himself as her boyfriend, and her heart swells knowing that's how he sees himself. He pats on the bed for her to sit down. She does and he slides the boots onto her feet. They fit just right and she suddenly knows what Cinderella felt like, transformed into a princess in one move. He stands up, leaning in to kiss her deeply. She's so happy that for a second she forgets that she's about to be dragged outside and plopped on a horse.

"Come on, the girls are ready."

When they get downstairs, Wendy is showing off new boots too. Hers are brown with pink detailing, just like Lisa Marie's.

They make their way down to the barn together, where they spend the next few hours with Elvis helping Wendy and Lisa ride and Grace keeping a nice distance from the horses. Eventually, the girls get tired and go play. Just when Grace thinks she's successfully avoided riding a horse, she hears Elvis's voice.

"Hey, come here, honey." Her heart jumps into her throat and she walks over to him cautiously. He takes her hand and guides her over to the side of one of the horse's necks, speaking softly to the horse as they approach. He stands close behind her and for a second she gets lost in the intoxicating scent and feel of him. Then, he slowly and deliberately moves her hand for the horse to smell. She's shaking slightly, so he switches to speaking softly to her.

"You're alright, honey, I'm here." She nods gently and he moves her hand back to the horse's neck. He continues to guide her as they stroke the horse together.

"See, now that's not too bad, is it?" His voice is low and soothing and the fear slowly melts away to be replaced by a feeling of calm warmth. After a few minutes of this, he wraps both arms around her from behind and sets his chin on her shoulder while she continues petting the horse.

"You ready to try riding?"

"Are you talking to me or the horse?" She asks with a small smile. She feels him smile in return.

"You, hon."

"Well, if you're here with me, I guess I can try it."

Somehow, he manages to get her onto the horse without incident. She's in awe of his ability to make her feel safe, even in situations where she would be otherwise terrified. He walks the horse around for a bit to let her get used to the sensation. Finally, he walks over and gets on his own horse, riding next to her to keep her relaxed. They spend the rest of the day riding and Grace gets more and more comfortable as the time passes. By the end of the afternoon, she agrees to go riding with him again another time.

As they walk back up to the house, Wendy and Lisa walking in front of them, Elvis sighs deeply.

"I wish we could always be the four of us together." Grace takes his hand.

"I know. I do too. But we'll all be together again soon for Christmas." He stops walking and looks at her.

"We'll be in California for Christmas."

"Wait, what?"

"It's the only way Priscilla will let me see Lisa for the holiday. I have to come to her." Grace looks down at her feet. She's not sure what she expected, but it wasn't that.

"I thought we would be together for Christmas."

"No, honey, I'm sorry. I should've told you sooner." He wraps his arm around her and pulls her close. The idea of being away from him makes her feel a little sick, especially knowing he'll be with his ex-wife.

"How long will you be gone?"

"I leave on the 23rd and I'll be back on the 30th."

"A week?!" Grace feels like a child. Why is she so upset about being away from him? She's never had a problem being on her own before. What will she do when he's in Vegas or on tour?

"I'm sorry, Grace. I'd stay here if I could."

"Mama, Daddy, come on!" Wendy hollers as the girls reach the front door. Elvis and Grace go back to walking, not saying another word about the upcoming holiday.

******

The time before Elvis leaves passes quickly and uneventfully. Lisa Marie goes home after a tearful goodbye with Wendy and Grace makes plans to go to Tulsa for the holiday. Elvis volunteers to make an extra stop on his way to California in his plane, so that they don't have to pay for plane tickets. Wendy is ecstatic, but Grace is reluctant to accept his offer. Is she becoming too reliant on him? The old fears start to creep back in and she wonders if she needs to put some space between them again. Still, he's been nothing but trustworthy so far.

And there's the matter of Frank and the book. How long can they continue like this before he finds out and pulls the plug on her assignment? She's not sure she's ready to depend on Elvis completely, even though they're living together at this point. All these things are running through her mind as he waits for an answer about the plane.

"Grace, honey?" When she looks into his eyes it's like everything else melts away.

"Okay, we'll fly with you. Will you pick us up on your way back?"

"Of course. I won't leave you stranded in Tulsa." He laughs and she relaxes a bit. Maybe she can let go a little and trust him.

******

Once they get on the plane and Wendy is settled into a seat with a stack of coloring books and a box of crayons in front of one of the many televisions, Elvis and Grace sit next to each other on the couch behind her. Several of the Memphis mafia guys and their wives are also sprinkled throughout this front part of the plane. Grace pulls her feet up under her and leans over onto Elvis. He kisses the top of her head and everyone else purposefully ignores them. Then, he gets a devilish glint in his eyes and whispers in her ear.

"You know there's a bed on this plane." He wiggles his eyebrows at her and for a second she considers it. But then she remembers Wendy and gestures to her with her thumb.

"Did you forget we have other passengers?"

"Dammit, Wendy." Elvis says under his breath, but she hears her name.

"What?" She hollers from her stack of coloring books.

"Nothing, baby. Daddy is just being silly." Grace says as she smacks Elvis in the chest with the back of her hand playfully.

"You called me Daddy again. Are we making this a habit?" She laughs and he leans in and whispers. "Because I'm not complainin'." Her heart skips a beat as his lips graze her ear and she feels her core get warmer.

"I think I need the bathroom. Can you show me where it is?" She says loudly, cocking her head and turning to Elvis.

"Oh, of course, honey." He takes her to the bedroom at the back of the plane and then looks back to make sure they're out of sight. Once he's confident they have some privacy, he closes the door and pushes her up against it, kissing her hard with his lips parted, sliding his tongue into her mouth passionately. He runs his hands up her front and rolls his hips into hers.

"I need you, baby." He moans against her lips.

"Fuck, Elvis, you know we can't."

"Oh, come on, I'll be quick." He kisses down her neck as he presses his erection into her. She moans softly and bites her lower lip. Her panties are getting wetter by the second and she knows she needs him too. She's just about to give in when she hears from the other side of the plane, "Mama!"

Elvis jumps back like Wendy can see them, but thankfully she can't. Grace smooths her hair and takes a deep breath, giving Elvis an I told you so look. He clears his throat and adjusts himself so that his erection is up under his belt. Before she opens the door, Grace runs her hand up his shaft and squeezes him gently.

"What was that?" He asks breathily.

"Don't forget me in California." He groans as she starts to walk away and grabs her from behind, kissing the back of her neck and rubbing her clit over her pants.

"Two can play at this game, honey." She giggles, turning to face him and is about to kiss him when Wendy calls out again.

"MAMA!"

"I'm coming!" She hollers, still wrapped in his arms.

"Not yet, you're not." He says under his breath, nipping at her neck softly, and Grace erupts into laughter again.

"I need to go check on my child." He grunts and lets go of her reluctantly. Finally, she opens the door and walks back to the part of the plane where Wendy is. He takes a deep breath and follows her, settling on the couch again. Just then, the captain comes over the intercom and tells them they need to be seated for landing. Both Elvis and Grace know this means they're about to be separated for a week. She sits on the couch next to him and he holds her hand in his. Then, he picks it up and brings it to his lips.

"I love you, honey. You know I'll miss you."

"I know. I love you too."

They brace themselves for the landing and the goodbye that's coming.

******

In Tulsa, Grace is greeted warmly by her family. Maryann looks around suspiciously.

"No Elvis this time?"

"No, he's in California with his daughter."

"Oh, darn. I was hoping we could trick him into some Christmas songs." Grace laughs and they settle into the family holiday time together. Still, she can't help but miss his presence. She's gotten so used to having him there that being without him comes with a feeling of emptiness that she really doesn't like. It's going to be a long week.

******

Elvis knocks on the door of Priscilla's house, his arms loaded with some of the gifts he has for Lisa Marie. He shipped more of them earlier, but he has a few he bought since sending the others. Priscilla answers and he walks in, setting the gifts by the tree. Lisa Marie runs and jumps into his arms.

"Daddy, where's Wendy and Grace?" He looks at Priscilla awkwardly.

"Oh, I didn't bring them, baby." Priscilla looks at the ground.

"Why not? I thought me and Wendy were sisters now?" Lisa Marie asks, pouting. Priscilla chimes in.

"She hasn't shut up about Wendy since September. Who is Grace, Elvis?" Elvis blushes. He hadn't thought about the fact that he would have to tell Priscilla about her.

"She's... she's my... Grace... she's my girlfriend."

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised. You had girlfriends while we were married. Why wouldn't you have one now?"

"Cilla, can we not do this?" She sighs and walks out of the room, leaving him with Lisa Marie. He pulls her into a big hug before setting her back on the ground where she goes to the pile of presents. There's a dull ache in his chest where Grace's absence settles. He misses her so much that it hurts. He sighs deeply, not sure how he's going to make it a full week without her.

******

On Christmas Eve, a box arrives at Grace's mom's house addressed to Grace and Wendy. Inside, there's a note from Elvis and two wrapped gifts.

"G,

The big one is for Wendy. The smaller one is for you. Don't open them until Christmas. See you soon.

I love you,

E"

Grace has a strong desire to kiss the letter, but Maryann is watching, so she doesn't. Instead, she walks over to the tree and sets down the gifts.

"You miss him, don't you?" Grace looks up at Maryann, praying she can't tell that her eyes are glassy with tears. She swallows the lump in her throat and nods.

"Why do I miss him this much? It's pathetic."

"Sweetie. You're not pathetic; you're in love. This is how it's supposed to be." She pulls Grace into a hug. "Just when I thought my big sister would be a spinster forever, she goes and falls in love with the most famous man on the planet." Grace laughs.

"I might still be a spinster."

"Nah. I've got a feeling about this one."

******

After Lisa and Priscilla go to bed, Elvis sits in the guest room staring at the phone. He has a note with a phone number on it in his hand. Should he call her? She's probably asleep since it's almost midnight in Tulsa.

The longer he's away from her, the more it solidifies how he feels about her. He just wants to hear her voice, so he picks up the receiver. But then he hangs up again quickly. He should let her sleep. So instead he changes into pajamas and lays down with a book, trying desperately to think of anything but Grace.

******

Christmas morning comes in Tulsa and there's a flurry around the living room as everyone opens their gifts. The kids are especially having fun opening their toys. When Wendy gets to the gift from Elvis, she's thrilled to find a pair of roller skates and a delicate gold necklace with a "W" on it.

"Oh, Mama, look at this!" She brings the gift over to Grace excitedly.

"That's beautiful, baby! And skates too!"

"What did Daddy get you?" The adults in the room get quiet and look at her. They're all curious what's in the package as well. She looks around the room awkwardly and picks up the box. Her hands tremble slightly as she tears at the wrapping, but she's not sure why.

When she finally gets the box open, she lets out a small gasp. It's a first edition of her favorite book, Wuthering Heights. How did he remember that from their conversation by the pool months ago? She delicately lifts it out and notices something else under it. She sets the book on the table next to her and pulls out what's underneath. It's a jewelry box. She opens it and there are two necklaces, one with an "EP" and the other with a "GD". The one with her initials has a card under it that says "this one is mine" in Elvis's handwriting. Her hand goes to her mouth and she can't find any words to say. With this gift, he's making her truly his. But not just that. He's saying that he's hers as well.

"You know what they say. You should never accept jewelry from a man you don't intend to marry." Ruth states boldly. Grace gives her a defiant look and takes the necklace out of the box.

"Maryann, will you help me put this on?"

"Gladly." Maryann smiles widely and assists her in putting the necklace on. Ruth watches wide-eyed. Grace holds the book to her chest and touches the gold letters where they sit at her collarbone. One of the kids jumps in to break the silence and the chaos begins again, but Grace barely notices. All she wants is to call Elvis and thank him for the gifts. She doesn't have a number for him, though, and he's probably busy. She sighs, lost in a haze of love. Then she realizes that she doesn't have a gift for him. In a panic, she decides to make a phone call to her best friend from home.

"I'll be back."

She goes back to her old bedroom and grabs the phone. She dials quickly, praying she'll pick up the phone.

"Cindy! This is Grace."

"I was starting to wonder if you were still alive. Last I heard you were headed to Vegas. Was the picture real?"

"Wow, I need to catch you up a lot."

"Is that why you called?"

"Well, not exactly. I need a huge favor. I know you're a photographer..."

******

It's after 10pm again and Elvis sits in the guest room staring at the phone. He picks up the receiver and puts it back three times. Then, he hears a soft knock on his door. Priscilla enters in her pajamas.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You miss her, don't you?" He looks at her with his eyes wide, not quite sure how to answer. "It's okay if you do."

"I really do."

"Do you love her?" He hesitates for a second before answering.

"I do." Priscilla sighs.

"Then don't mess it up this time. You have a chance to do this right. So do it right." She pats his knee and then stands up.

"Thank you, Cilla."

"I'm happy. You should be too." He nods.

"I really am." She smiles sadly and makes her way out of the guest room.

"Goodnight, Elvis." She says it quietly as she closes the door behind her. Something about having Cilla's blessing makes the whole thing more real. Still, he's ready to get back to Grace as soon as possible.

******

The rest of the Christmas holiday goes by relatively uneventfully. Elvis calls a few times to talk to Grace, to which she blushes and takes the call in the bedroom. She also meets up with Cindy for an afternoon to secure Elvis's gift. Cindy is excited to hear the details of Grace's new love and cheers when she shows her the necklace.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Grace and Wendy wait on the tarmac for the Lisa Marie to land. Grace is anxious to see Elvis and Wendy is just ready to go to sleep. The sun has already gone down and she's exhausted from a week with her cousins. When the plane lands and they roll the staircase over to the entrance, Grace's heart skips a beat and she fondles the "EP" necklace around her neck. He comes down the stairs eagerly and immediately pulls Grace into him.

"I missed you, honey." She leans back and then kisses him fully on the mouth.

"I missed you too, E." It's the first time she's called him by anything other than his name and he loves it.

"Can we get on the plane?" Wendy whines and pulls on Elvis's coat. They make their way onto the plane and settle in among the rest of the Memphis mafia. Elvis and Grace are wrapped around each other on the couch. It takes less than 20 minutes for Wendy to pass out in one of the lush chairs.

Grace digs in her bag and hands Elvis an envelope.

"Merry Christmas."

"What is this?"

"My gift for you." She smiles playfully as he opens the envelope. Inside, he finds a collection of photographs of Grace wearing the "EP" necklace... and not much else. He inhales sharply and looks around to make sure no one else can see what he's looking at.

"Honey... this is... wow." He adjusts his belt to hide his hardening cock.

"Do you like them?" Grace asks with a nervous look.

"Do I like them? Honey." He smiles devilishly. After a few more seconds of looking through the photos, he leans in to Grace's ear and whispers.

"There's a bed on here, remember? Wendy is asleep." She pulls back and looks into his eyes as they sparkle with a devious shine. She knows she should say no with all the people on the plane, but it's been 7 days since she's seen him and her logical brain isn't making the decisions. He stands up and she takes his hand. As they walk to the back of the plane, Elvis leans over to Jerry and his wife.

"Keep an eye on her." He gestures to Wendy and Jerry nods.

The second they're out of view from the rest of the passengers, Elvis pulls Grace into a deep kiss, his hands moving to her ass to pull his hips into hers.

"God, I missed you." He moans into her mouth as she presses her body against him.

"I missed you too. I love my gifts. I can't believe you found a first edition. And the necklace." He looks down as she shows him that she's still wearing the necklace. He kisses her fingers as she holds the golden "EP".

"You're still wearing it." A smile spreads across his face.

"Of course I'm wearing it."

"You're mine."

"I am. I have yours in my bag."

"Good." He leans in and kisses her deeply again. He keeps walking her backwards through the plane until they reach the bedroom. When they get there, they start pulling off each other's clothes, his jacket and shirt hitting the floor and her top and skirt falling to the ground. He lays her down on the bed and kisses down her body as he continues to undress her. Once they're both naked, she climbs on top of him and he things she's going to sink onto his dick, but she doesn't. Instead, she situates herself over his face and he moans into her.

"Yes, honey, come here." As she's settling onto his face, they hit a bump of turbulence and she yelps.

"Don't worry. There's a seatbelt on this bed." He looks at her mischievously. But she does him one better and grabs the seatbelt, buckling it across his chest and arms. Then, she crawls back onto his face and he whimpers, unable to reach up and touch her. Still, he goes to work with his tongue, licking and sucking her clit fervently. She presses her hands against the wall above his head and moans loudly. He laughs and whispers into her.

"Baby, there's a lot of people on this plane."

"They're way at the front. I don't care if they can hear us. Do you think they don't know what we're doing?" He chuckles and nods.

"Good point." He goes back to licking and tongue-fucking her and she slams her hand on the wall.

"Fuck. E, I'm gonna come." She says it through gritted teeth as she grinds onto his face. He smiles and picks up the pace with his tongue, dying to reach up with his hands and grab her hips. When she finally does come, pulsating and shuddering on top of him, he reaches up and undoes the seatbelt, grabbing her hips and lapping at her pussy desperately. Then, he flips her over onto her back and fastens the seatbelt over her.

"My turn, baby." She laughs as he lines himself up with her entrance and pushes into her.

"Oh, fuck, Elvis." He fucks into her rhythmically, slamming his hips against hers as her arms are pinned to her sides with the seatbelt. He leans over and kisses her deeply as he pounds into her.

"Are you mine, baby?" He whispers in her ear, nibbling on her earlobe.

"I'm all yours. And whose are you?" He undoes the seatbelt so she can wrap her arms around him as he gets closer and closer to his climax.

"Oh god, Grace, I am yours. Forever." The last word makes the tears gather in her eyes again as he pushes into her over and over. Forever? This is all she wants for as long as she lives. As he pumps in and out of her deeply, she pulls his shoulders down to her and nips him softly as he continues to fuck her, hitting all of the sensitive parts of her. He groans and moves his hips faster and faster.

Finally, he slams into her, shuddering and moaning.

"Fuck, yes, honey, I love you so much. God, I missed you." He comes hard into her and she wraps herself around him. She smiles and kisses his shoulder, pulling him down on top of her until he's laying with his head on her chest. He pulls his head up and looks at her intensely.

"I don't ever want to spend another night away from you. Tell me you'll come with me to Vegas and on tour and anywhere else I might go." She pushes his hair back off of his forehead and looks into his eyes.

"I'm yours, E. You can have me anywhere you want me." She's not sure how it'll work out with Wendy, but in this moment she doesn't care. They'll figure it out.

He kisses up her neck to her ear.

"I want you wherever I am."

"Then I will go with you wherever you go." He kisses her mouth again deeply. "I love you, E."

"I love you, honey."

He lays on his back next to her and pulls her close to him. They have a few more minutes to spend in this haven of bliss before they have to get dressed for landing. He's not going to waste a second of it.

******

Until Chapter 11! I love you all!

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[jamiesfootball]

📓 give me a glimpse into ur mind

Let me tell you about the Greater Richmond Pet Acquisition (aka Give Jamie Tartt a Cat)

So it starts here with Jamie, having just joined the team again in season 2, and he is struggling. He basically blew up his life and its in pieces and he's having things that definitely are maybe panic attacks

He accidentally ends up befriending Higgins.

Higgins who back in season one through poor late Cindy Clawford's collar into the curse fire. Since then they've gotten a new cat (who i had the perfect name for but i can't find it in my drafts and my tagging is shit), and just like Higgins shows Jamie pictures of ducks and the memes his kids use that he doesn't understand, he also shows Jamie pictures of their cat.

So Christmas rolls around, yeah? And Jamie fucked up secret santa, and Higgins invites Jamie to his house for the team Christmas but that doesn't feel fair to the team

(and him and his mum are still on the outs, have been for years, and one of these days he's gonna be accountable but he's not so much of an asshole he's not so much like his dad that he'd just drop in on her unannounced at Christmas)

So he spends Christmas in Richmond alone with the bottle of champagne that he got at secret santa and it's brutal and he's lonely and he sees an ad on the telly for an animal shelter and decides screw it- I'm gonna get a cat. If I'm gonna be miserable and lonely like an old cat lady then I might as well have a cat.

So he goes to the shelter and he's thinking 'yeah i'll get a nice sleek cat one of those cool posh ones with the markings' and then he finds this ginormously rotund squash faced orange fat bastard and just. laughs.

His name is Big Ben and he's a surrender. His previous family up and moved, and they decided they didn't want him anymore. He came from a house with three kids (responsible for the kinda lame name) but no one ever really gave him any attention. He was kind of a nuisance. Always underfoot. Always yowling for attention. Too needy. They were a bit relieved to have an excuse to get rid of him to be honest.

Jamie is weirdly upset by this and can't pinpoint why. He gets the cat.

He gets a bunch of cat stuff - beds and toys and a robot litterbox that cleans itself - and he takes the cat home an he's like 'wait what the fuck did I just do?' Because he's never had a cat, or a dog, or any sort of creature relying on him to keep it safe. So he looks up Youtube videos on 'what to do when you've fucked up and bought a cat' and they're like 'well start them off in one room in the house' and Big Ben hates that.

It's a horrendous first few hours for both of them, Big Ben yowling at the top of his big unhappy cat lungs while Jamie is about to lose his goddamn mind, spiraling and on the verge of a panic attack because oh god he didn't just fuck up his own life now he's hurting this big giant fluffball cat the cat is crying fucking hell what do I do I can't call Higgins it's Christmas

So he breaks. He lets the cat out of the room and Big Ben barrels into his legs and starts purring. Loud. Like the loudest a creature has ever purred in its life. And he's looking up at Jamie with it's big green cat eyes and it's making little chirpy noises.

"You wanna hang out with me, buddy?" Jamie asks, and he feels stupid, talking to a cat, and Big Ben leans against his legs and-

-tiiiiiips over. Flops right over on Jamie's socks and looks up at him with his big adoring face like Jamie's the best thing that's ever happened to him.

Jamie could get used to someone looking at him like that.

[milogreer]

as a follow up of sorts to this post, here are my thoughts about milo and valentine's day brought on by that fucking patreon poll (said with love):

so. milo. mister "wearing normal socks with dress shoes is a crime against nature" greer. CONSTANTLY talking about how they're dressing up to go out and paint the town red. he likes color in his wardrobe. he likes to be flashy, he likes to look good. he makes damn sure they're gonna be the center of attention wherever they go.

milo's doing big things for vday bc he loves sweetheart and wants to show it and he doesn't care what anyone else thinks. if he wants to put hands on sweetheart in public, he's going to. i'm honestly surprised they're not as exhibitionist-leaning as gavin and FL - they feel like they should have hands on thighs under tables to me but i'm not their god so idk. moving on.

he's making sweetheart a fancy breakfast before work that morning with a little flower in a vase. he's got the perfect balance of smooth and dirty talk that aaalmost makes sweetheart stay home. maybe he has flowers sent to their office. idk what their office life is like but it's possible. maybe it's chocolates or a stuffed animal with heartfelt little letter. maybe it's big ass balloons that he knows will make sweetheart roll their eyes even though they love it.

he's got reservations at the most exclusive place in dahlia that he had to place like a year in advance. he's buying sweetheart a little corsage to wear to the dinner (he has a matching one, obviously, because their outfits have to match in some way). he's recruited angel and babe to put together the bedroom (based on his very specific plan) while they're out so when they get home there's rose petals and scented candles and mood lighting. etc.

probably makes sweetheart wear a blindfold before they go back into the house and it goes something like this:

“You know I don’t like surprises.” “It’s not a surprise, technically. More like…” Milo clicks his tongue, searching for the right words to assuage their exasperation before it has a real chance to grow. “Makin’ good on somethin’ we talked about before.” They raise a skeptical eyebrow. “Then what is the blindfold for?” “Consider it part of the fun.”

anyways. vday is an EVENT for milo. he likes the grand gestures and showing off the fact that they're both hot as hell and he knows it (and he wants SH to know it too). especially as their relationship goes on. i imagine he was a little nervous for that first one but with every year that passes he's trying to top last year's and sweetheart's like it really doesn't need to be such a fuss! but he's like no it REALLY does because i love you and i never get to properly pamper you 'cause you're always at that DAMN JOB- ykwim?? i can see it. i know them. milo is a valentine's day expert in all the extravagant ways. erik don't prove me wrong on this one please <3

[symphonic-scream]

Here's a bunch more of the Gender Thieves

Futaba has the Thieves' Chat named "Fruity Bitch Parade" which, is fitting. They also assign each of the thieves a nickname as their contact name and shit just. They lightly haze them all it's a thing they do

So the Thieves at Shujin include Futaba, Ann, (A)Kira, and Makoto. Then Yusuke isn't in proper school they're in a conservatory, and Ryuji and Hifumi are at Kosei

So let's talk about the Shujin uniforms, ft Shiho and Haru!

Starting with Futaba, they wear the uniform normally, blazer buttoned up, skirt, but with bright green crocs, varying gamer themed socks, and with headphones around their neck

Kira! Blazer buttoned, black choker with a red heart, red headband, skirt rolled up once so it's an inch higher, knee socks, black loafers. Nothing too special, she tries to fly under the radar

Time for Ann. Open blazer, a volleyball team jacket under it, so it's red with a white zipper, red hood with the white inside. Black hair tie, wears the skirt a little high, I'm debating the knee pads. It would be funny if she wore them all the time, but, that's not realistic. And, pink runners, and the basic black crew socks

MAKOTO. At first it's canon Makoto, but then they get saved and come out and, well. Blazer is gone, instead it's an oversized blue plaid hoodie/jacket. They get their hands on some slightly large uniform pants, just big enough that they bunch up a bit, the crotch is lower, etc. They also wear the suspenders down, and some scuffed up dark blue vans type sneakers

Shiho is, canon, only she makes it to the end of the year. Thats all she's there the whole time

And, Haru. Our sweet boy. No blazer here, he subs it out for a pink formal sweater, a crew neck pull-over type. He wears suspenders under it, but you can't really see them. Just know they're there. His pants are always perfectly correct. He has some dress shoes too!

And. Psst. Makoto's suspenders? From Haru. Took his spares.

I have so much for Makoto and Haru since they're where this started. So, so much for them.

Makoto and Haru both have different favourite cuddle positions, and then there's one they both agree is amazing

Haru's favourite, especially after his top, is Makoto's head where his shoulder turns to upper arm, their arms wrapped snugly around his waist. It's the perfect position for him to admire their sleeping face, the cute little half smile, their little light snores, Haru adores it

Makoto prefers having their boyfriend on them like a weighted blanket. Lying between their legs, head over their belly, holding them like a giant pillow. Makoto loves to watch him sleep, and play with his hair. This position gives them the easiest access to both, while having Haru hold them like he's never letting go

And, of course, the compromise. Lying on their sides, Makoto tucked just under his chin, both holding the other so tight it's like they're one

Just. Makoto lying on Haru's bed in the gym uniform shorts and some T-shirt they bought with Ryuji post gym shopping, and Haru smiles from his desk. He loves them so much. Makoto finished their homework an hour before he did, and has been watching anime on their phone. The little Buchimaru socks.

Haru: hey, I'm done, didnt make you wait too long, did I?

Makoto: nah, but, you can still give me some kisses to convince me further?

And he carefully lies over them, and they share some lazy, sweet kisses

The Thieves in this are very used to their Emperor splitting their attention during meetings, texting under the table, while still helping plan things as if they weren't flirting with their boyfriend. It's a whole thing they're all low-key amazed

Also like. The only thieves that go by he being the little butch, bleached-hair nose-ring boy, and the prettiest most Gender one of them all is. A little funny to me (Makoto, Ryuji, and Yusuke)

Please. Ask me more about them I love them

[sweetfire01]

Lucifers had his share of little ones who pout, cuss, run, throw things, and stomp until they get their way... But what about a little one that bawls at every inconvenience? Sure, he can tease that they're too little, such a crybaby when daddy punishes them... But they don't JUST cry when Lucifer punishes them.

They cry when they forget their pencil case. They cry when they don't put their socks on right foot first. They cry when they cuddle their stuffies, they cry when they're given dinner, they cry when they're doing homework, they cry when they're playing... They just cry all the time! They won't stop!

So just...just like me for half of my life?

Normally you wouldn't care that much. Sure, hearing Lucifer scold you wasn't very pleasant. Sure, you still felt guilty since you preferred to waste time instead of studying for this test which, predictably, you failed. But you could handle it, right? Next time you'll try harder and that's it. But with the regression, all your past insecurities have come to the surface. Lucifer didn't worry, it's normal for babies to cry after a scolding. Then everything went downhill from that moment.

You started crying in class because you forgot your pencil case on the desk at home. You started crying while doing your homework because you couldn't make a perfect magic circle. You started crying at dinner because that stuff on the plate didn't look very appetizing, you wanted to left it. But then they'd think you were just throwing a tantrum just like a sopiled kid. But you really couldn't put it in your mouth! You even started crying while playing by stacking the soft blocks, Lucifer suggested you to put them in order to create some words in the demon language. It wasn't a bad idea, it would help you memorize them better. But wait, was there a double letter or not?

Why couldn't you do things right? Why weren't you as good as everyone else?

For the brothers, it was getting…exhausting. Not so much for your constant crying, but because they didn't understand what the problem was. Sure, sometimes they could tell, but other times… what was the matter when you were all relaxing in bed with your stuffies The teddy bear torn, the blankets weren't too heavy on your body, the story wasn't scary or sad, the light wasn't too bright to hurt your eyes but not too dim to leave your room dark, the pillow was fluffy and they were right there to keep you company, so you weren't alone. Just...why?

Sometimes your adult age would resurface and you'd understand that stepping accidentally on a fallen paper wasn't a big deal, especially when no one had noticed.

But then…then…then...Oh god, they would be so mad once they found out, you were sure!

Eventually Lucifer would start to stay near to you even more, he would watch your every little movement when he dressed you or when you walked, he would sit on the playmat next to you instead of watching you from his desk. At least he could tell if the sound of the rattle was too loud and scared you or there was something else.

It will take some time before you confide your fears to him. You're too scared of his reaction to even tell him you banged your little toe on the door jamb. You're sorry, you didn't mean to be so clumsy!

[eldrichfuck666]

Get to know a simmer - summer 2023 edition (for me!) I was tagged by the amazing @lilypixels (thank you so muuuuch, you truly don't know how much I love to ramble on here and I also was so curious to know more about you! （*＾-＾*) and although I did it back in spring and you can find the old post here, I LOVE DOING SUCH UPDATES SKKSS so I'd decided I want to do it again~ Especially considering, I have a bit more mutuals and followers than then, so.. get to know me! And my love for rambling, too!

Show your wallpaper and last song you listened to (as you can see, I have a new theme! Yay! But Writer Lite still stayed here as well as Linga :') and I'm slowly going into my Hozier obssesion again, it's just mixed with Will Wood and Tally Hall!) AND YEAH I DID IT THE LAST LMAO just right now and I was just.. God why am I so slow and write so slow I-

Currently reading: I'm re-reading To Be Devoured by Sara Tantlinger once again and it's thanks to that one nonnie that made me want to go back to it and analyse every single sentence..) and I started reading Rapture by Saint Harlowe which was recommended to me by @rottengurlz - thank you SO MUCH for such amazing book rec, by far I can say that I'm getting so much Hannibal vibes for some reason? JACKSON IS SO.. OH MY FUCKING GOOOOOOD I don't know how to react and i'm fucking screaming IS IT A BOOK OF MY DREAM? The writing style, the religious references, the murderousness and both gentleness. It is... I didn't got very far, but this is very... this is a religious experience, literally! And I'm forever thankful to you for this rec!! 💕

Last movie: I might be very wrong because my memory sucks, but I feel like it was The Witch (2015)! But I'm not sure since I also watched Annihilation (2018) the same week and I don't remember which was the last I had watched 😭

Last show: Chapelwaite (2021) - I only started and I'm honesty terrified to watch it further but I think It might be worth it?

Craving: mmm, I don't really know? Maybe caramelized shrimps or WAIT Maultaschen? THEY HAVE INTERESTING STORY THOUGH!!! And they're very tasty and you probably know what's I'm going to go cook right now...

Last thing you ate: Baked Brussels sprouts with maple syrup! As you can see, I have a sweet tooth and I'd sold my soul for anything sweet, but especially for sweet vegetables!

What are you wearing right now: It's very cold (I'M NOT JOKING IT'S LITERALLY 12 DEGREES CELSIUS OUTSIDE AND THERE WERE A !!!!!!LONG THUNDERSTORM!!!!!!! AND I'M SOOOO HAPPY ABOUT IT!!!!!!!) so I'm wearing very old very fur socks that were knitted by my papa (yes, they're a gift for Christmas 2019 and I adore them and would protect them at any cost), orange woolen sweater, woolen home shorts and on top of that... I'm hiding in a very big yellowish autumny blanket with milky white stripes. I'm freezing and I still have my window open wide despite having an obvious fucking fever.

How tall are you: I figured out I'm actually 175 cm tall! It's pretty tall, right?

Piercings: None! I don't even have my ears pierced and I don't want to! There's clip-ons for that and I don't want to feel pain event for a slightest second. But piercings are really cool! I wish I didn't have this wild fear of pain or there were like... septum clip-ons if it makes sense? But yeah, still none and never will be!

Tattoos: None and I'm pretty sure there will never be any!

Glasses/contacts: I still have perfect vision, however! I STARTED KINDA COLLECTING VINTAGE GLASSES WITH THIS BEAUTIFUL SILVER CHAINS! I have three of them now help It's becoming another obsession... They just look cool and not even only on me, but just in general - even in the cabinet! And they have such beautiful and detailed cases ohhhh...

Favourite colour: Ahhh... I'm not sure but maybe... peachy pink? And that gold orange you can see on the painting Café Terrace at Night by the one and only Vincent Van Gogh. BUT PARIS GREEN IS STILL MY OBSESSION FOREVER I LOVE THIS COLOUR!!!!!!! And also, I think It's maroon and wine reds? They look so vampire I just... And so rich if it makes sense? AND GORE AND BLOOD- But aesthetic blood though!

Current obsession: Maid Of Sker & Bloodborne lore and maybe.. cosmic horror in general? Something definitely changed in me after watching Annihilation... But I also love Lovecraftian horror, so It does make a lot of sense!

Any pets: still no pet :,&lt; And I haven't seen my parents dog for months now... I miss her so much and I know they live only couple hours away but I'm deathly scared of publicly busy places especially electric trains and trains in general. I do not have a car and don't plan to and it will be useless anyways, but I'm not ready to deal with very... unstable train schedule and everything yet. I'm just scared but I hope i'd visit them at least for Christmas.

Favourite fictional character: Umm... I don't know now, It might be still Will Graham. I love him.

Last place you traveled: does going to Augsburg which is like.. 1 hour or so from me to see its cathedral once again counts? I just love this place so much, it feels so powerful and so old (which it is, and the architecture is insane. you need to go here to understand and feel it, but It's something so beautiful and it's kinda is my comfort place so...). And yeah, because the trip wasn't as long, I had my earbuds on and was drinking tea on a train and everything went really well! It was two weeks ago and It was like one of the most beautiful 6 hours of my year so far. And, there were a slight rain when I was shopping and walking around, so it's was really amazing. 10000/10 would recommend. ALSO. I bought some handmade brooches here! Its just a comfort town for me if it makes sense? There's so much to see but just calmly walking around feel the best. AND OMG I LOVE BEING HERE WHEN IT'S RAINING OR WHEN IT'S JUST CLOUDY AHHH

I'M SORRY I DON'T KNOW I'M SCARED OF TAGGING but if you read it and if you just want to do this consider yourself tagged and tag me if you want to!! I love you so much to whoever is reading this and I hope you're having a great night or day!! ❤️

[dirtytransmasc]

I don't know why, and maybe this is me projecting my perfect bbg himbo man standard's onto him, but, Matthias feels like the type of friend to mother hen, but in like... a begrudged sorta of way.

like, he wakes up super fucking early, so he makes everyone breakfast, pretends to complain about it, but then watch on as his friends eat with a smile (he also insists on having "family" meals at least a few times a week, that not even Kaz is allowed to skip). he cleans really early too, forget sleeping in on a sunday, the 'house' most be cleaned, the bad energy must be purged (that superstitious ass definitely believes in bad vibes).

if one of the crows gets sick, he is force-feeding them homemade medicines and has a bunch of outdated old wives' cure-alls, tinctures, and traditions that he forces on his friends (he's putting onions in your socks, garlic in your ear, and opening your window the second he hears a sniffle). he's sitting at your bedside with soup in one hand and a literal pitcher of water and literally hand feeding you (does the grandma thing where he grabs your jaw if you struggle, cause your fucking eating it, there's no escaping it and the gallon of water he plans to make you drink at each meal). again, he even does this to Kaz, and complains the entire time, even when Nina tells him to stop and that he doesn't have to, he refuses to, cause he doesn't know how to stop.

he also has a bunch of like, immuno boost traditions. like he's making you take a snow bath after the first snow storm of the year (my grandma made me do this till I was like, 15, and I swear on my life it works, somehow), he's giving you awful spoonfuls of concoctions in the morning saying "it's good for you" in a very insulted and grandma-esque tone.

he complains that everyone is too skinny so he's always in the kitchen cooking something heavy and hearty. specially for wylan, cause he's the youngest, so he naturally mother hens him 10x more, that kid is not escaping the heaping amounts of meats and fish and bread this man is shoving down his gullet. he becomes a house wife in an attempt to "nurse these fools back to health" cause he's convinced they're all sickly/dying.

throws (aggressively and not at all lovingly) coats at kaz, cause the skinny pale demon is awful when he catches cold (that's totally the only reason). makes sure everyone leaves the 'house' with gloves and scarves. always has a fire going in the furnace at the end of the day. he has knitting vibes too? like, there's definitely a few blankets that he made himself, and they're everyone's favorites.

I think matthias just has repressed baby girl/housewife vibes, and I just want to embrace them in all their glory. I want him to be an apron-wearing, hand-on-the-hip, towel-on-the-shoulder housewife. I want him to be a single mom to the crows while constantly complaining about 'having to do all the work in this household' while also knowing full well, that he does not, while the others tell him he does not. I want him to take care of everyone because he gets all warm in the chest and he likes how it feels to be in the caregiver role and not the protector role (though he doesn't mind doing a bit of both). I want my mans to find peace, and what better way than to be a housewife.

the crows absolutely love it, especially with their massive amalgamation of family issues, this nice to have some semblance of normalcy, even in the form of an over-bearing grandma in a big muscley fjerdan body. its nice sitting around the table and talking about their day. its nice having some semblance of a schedule to there days, to wake up knowing there will be breakfast waiting for them and a warm blanket to come home to. its almost comedic how fussed up Matthias can get about their poor habits, how he forces them all to eat or cleans up after them or forces a coat onto their shoulders as he prays to Djel for strength. nina and inej like seeing their boys smile, feeling happy, safe, and loved. wylan for once doesn't hate being babied, cause in this case, he just gets fed good food and has nice mittens thrown at him. jesper has always viewed the crows as family, and now they really are one. kaz hates to admit it, but the fjerdan isn't that bad, and maybe opening up to his crows isn't that bad either.

(the focus on kaz was purely to show this man's determination to his cause. he is so committed, he not only wants to, but gets kaz to let him wrangle him into his bs. Matthias "calls kaz a demon within moment of meeting him" Helvar gets Kaz "emotionally constipated to the point he pushes everyone away, including the woman he is down horrendous for" Brekker to take sick days, eat meals with the family, actually put some meat and color on his bones, on both of their (somewhat) free wills. that's gotta get him a medal or something.)

[lilythepostman]

MC Headcannons

Since obey me is getting big with the new game coming out, I wanted to share the headcannons I made for my MC when I played obey me shall we date,,, I'd keep a running list of everything I thought of while playing the game

- Laughs Everytime someone says the school's acryonym is RAD

- Only wears fun socks with her uniform, Lucifer is not impressed, Diavolo is.

- has too much fun taking notes in class

- Asks Diavolo to put on the Cha Cha slide during a ball

- constantly making confused eye contact with Solomon whenever something happens

- asks Solomon to turn Mammon into a Llama for 'Scientific Kuzco purposes'

- Refers to making pacts as joining the club, also makes them learn a handshake (they get to add their own step!!)

- When she needs something from one of them, she will burst into the room they're in and declare an unofficial club meeting

- "Has anyone seen my comb? Or was that not sent when I was randomly teleported from the human world with no notice or time to prepare" *stares at lucifer, expressionless*

- "So... What tie color do I get? Is there like a chart or do I have to match?" The final decision was Forest Green

- "How did you make so many pacts?"

"That is a VERY good question. I want to say it's my dazzling personality and witty humor but I don't think they'd agree."

- "So you listen to my orders?"

"Yes, to a point "

"But, I can make you do stuff you don't usually do, right?"

"...yes."

"Okay, perfect. Do a cartwheel, please."

"Excuse me?"

"Do a cartwheel, please. I don't think you can do one and I'd like to be proven wrong."

[acacia-may]

I love the friendship between Gajeel and Juvia, even though there's not a lot aboutvit in canon, so... can I please request their bond for your game, please? With 💛🧡💚

Aww this is so wholesome, Anon! Thank you so much!! 🥰 I absolutely love the friendship between Gajeel and Juvia too, and I really wish we got to see more of it in the canon. [A/N: It's actually kind of funny that I got this ask because my sister was just teasing me the other day for somehow managing to cram this friendship into my Fairy Tail fic (even though it wasn't really about that) just because I love them so much 😅 but I digress...] I would be delighted to write some headcanons about them for you, and I really hope you will like these! Thanks again for the ask and for playing my game! 💛

Questions from this "Bye Bye Writer's Block" Ask Game

Gajeel Redfox & Juvia Lockser Friendship Headcanons

💛-- Friendship

A long time ago Juvia made a loaf of banana bread and gave it to Gajeel on a whim, and Gajeel's grateful reaction convinced her that it was one of his favourite foods so to this day she goes out of her way to make it for him on special occasions or just to show that she's thinking of him. In an attempt to thank her once, Gajeel tried to bake his own banana bread for Juvia, but it didn't turn out. However, Juvia was very touched by the thoughtfulness of his gesture and offered to teach him how to make it.

The truth is that Gajeel doesn't really care for banana bread--he was merely grateful that Juvia had made him something and was moved by her kindness, thoughtfulness, and generosity. He doesn't ever correct her, however, because he loves how happy she is when she gives it to him and is very thankful to have something they can share together as friends.

🧡-- Childhood/Backstory

Though Gajeel would most likely deny it, he has always felt protective of Juvia in an older brother kind of way and has (albeit secretly) tried to look out for her from their days in Phantom Lord. When Juvia first tried to join Phantom Lord, Gajeel couldn't really understand why someone like her would want to join the Phantom guild in the first place and honestly thought she was stupid a little naive in the beginning. Surprising even himself, however, this really struck a nerve in him, and he decided she deserved to be protected, a duty he took upon himself. Unbeknownst to Juvia, Gajeel really went out of his way to make sure no one else in their dark guild (especially its more rough and unsavory members) messed with her, and this ultimately helped her be accepted by Phantom Lord much more easily and quickly. To this day, Juvia has no idea that Gajeel was secretly looking out for her all this time, a bit like her guardian angel (though he probably wouldn't like that title), and he doesn't plan to tell her. (Panther Lily and Levy have both figured it out, however, and think this big brother side of him is very sweet).

💚-- General

Gajeel has quite the collection of hand-knitted gifts from Juvia. The collection started when one winter, Juvia knitted him a pair of mittens, and even though Gajeel isn't usually the type to wear woolen, winter mittens (he generally gets uncomfortably warm if he bundles up too much), he was genuinely moved by the gesture, especially the time and effort Juvia put into making them for him and kept them in a safe place. Juvia eventually knits a matching scarf and two matching hats, one for Gajeel and one for Panther Lily (with holes cut out for his ears of course). Gajeel keeps all the gifts, but the ones he gets the most use out of are the socks. He wears each pair of socks Juvia knitted for him down until they're tattered, and somehow Juvia always seems to know when his socks are wearing thin because she'll somehow have another pair ready to give him at the perfect time. What Gajeel doesn't know is that Juvia has a whole box of socks she has knitted especially for him for whenever he might need them.

[tervaneula]

First of i wanna deeply thank you and your friend for making such a great one-shot (idc if it's little or big it- still a fic and i will shower it with love)

Firstly i got smashed by your beautiful art of F!leo and damn it's gonna be a lie if i said it doesn't make me feel comfy right away 🩷

I didn't know it was snow day which it made me super confused as for why bbg would feel slight of cold even after getting buried under all those blankets!

I love how even tho Leo's buried under the blankets like a gremlin he open his non existing ears to listen if kids are there, remind me of radar xD

Leo smelling coffee and wanting a cup but fighting wither to leave his comfy bed and walk to get one is such a mood!! I feel him! Especially when he doesn't give a rat ass for wearing identical socks!!

Now am gonna be honest here i NEVER had pop tart nor any toaster pastries type so i don't know if it's good with coffee or nah.

But i bet the moment f!mikey & lil mikey are now the 'Mom' who take care of certain stubborn family members *cough* *cough* Donnie and leos *cough*

100% bet that f!leo is watching " family feud "

CJ sneaking in and hide under F!leo's blankets makes my heart melt especially thinking he couldn't get to do this often in the bad timeline future 😢

And the part where he sneak his feet into f!leo made it so hard for me to imagine it happens because F!LEO'S FEET'S SO BIG!! HE'S LIKE LITTLE BIG FOOT. OGZGOZGODOXG

Again, CJ talking ab his day of building snowman, snow horse - i didn't know this's a thing - and did they even play snow fight? Because my money is on future boy, he'll DESTROY THEM!!

It makes me happy seeing F!leo getting less burdens and his guilt is slowly melting away, he's on his path of healing and everybody are helping in, his brother, his dad... Everyone🩵

This one-shot is something i didn't know i needed, truly thank you very much!✨

Words just cannot describe the mere size of the grin that appears on my face every time I see a review from you THANK YOU SO MUCHHHH HAHGFD I LOVE READING YOUR THOUGHTS SM

The "waking up to a chill even though you're buried under a mountain of blankets" is based on real life events XD My apartment is drafty and because I can't keep my face under the blankets, some winter mornings I wake up with a cold-to-the-touch nose and it doesn't even have to be snowing outside!

I've tasted pop-tarts once and they were sweet so they pair up with coffee very well 😎

Family Feud omg yeah it's probably that one, it sounds perfect sdjfshf

THE SOCKS ARE LOOSE they're on the bigger side even on Leonardo so Casey's feet fit in there just fine!! XD I'm a woollen sock connoisseur and lemme tell you if the socks are too tight they feel horrible and aren't even that warm, so loose is the way to go 🙌

And yes a snow horse!!! We built those all the time as children and hey here's a picture of a famous Finnish snow horse 😏

You're so right about the snow fight!!! Casey and April teamed up and they were unbeatable >:D

Last but not least, yes oh my god it's so important to me to let Leonardo heal and rest and learn TO JUST EXIST ;_; Thank you for finding joy in it, too, and again thank you sm for reading and commenting I'M SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED THIS LITTLE FIC <3

[nancypullen]

MIA

Yep, I've let too many days pass without posting. I've missed the opportunity to crow about how much fun Halloween was, we're already more than a week into November! We did have a grand time though. Trick-or-treating with our little miss in her fun neighborhood ticks all of the boxes on my perfect Halloween check list. I popped on my witch hat and my sweatshirt and had as much fun as the kids.

I'm trying to be better about sharing pictures of myself (ugh!) so that when I'm dead my kids can have something to prove I was here.

Yes indeed, we gave October a fantastic send off and November arrived with chillier weather and even more color in the trees. Absolutely beautiful.

I've been busy filling a big earring order, and keeping appointments. My in-person interview at the library went well ( I thought) but I haven't heard a peep. I can't worry about that. I know I'm qualified and would be helpful and cheerful to the patrons, but I still may not be what they're looking for - who knows? If not there, I'll find something else. I had a follow up appointment after my yearly physical/ lab work because my blood pressure was up. That's really unusual for me, so I had to track it for a month and then bring my monitor in and all that. Turns out I'm normal, I just don't like going to the doctor. I'm really glad that I don't have to take meds. I'm too forgetful for that.

Then, I received a call that my mammogram results were abnormal and showed a "developing asymmetry" in the left breast. Tomorrow I have to go to Easton for a diagnostic mammogram and an ultrasound. I'm 99% sure that it's nothing, probably just normal changes, but for someone who doesn't like going to doctors and/or having procedures, enough already! If this is what getting older is like, I'm not a fan. I told a friend that it's probably a lump of cookie dough that didn't make it all the way to my hips - much ado about nothing.

When I'm not kneading clay and baking earrings, or getting poked and prodded by medical personnel, I'm trying to prepare for the upcoming holidays. I love an October vacation, and Ireland was sublime, but it tends to dump me right at the doorstep of Thanksgiving and Christmas and I'm not ready for either one! I confess to playing some Christmas tunes already, just to get in the mood. I feel like I'm way behind. I've been trying to come up with our card for this year and the creative well is running dry. They just get thrown away by the recipients, why not just pick up a couple boxes of cards at Target? That would be smarter and I could cross it off my list. I know that I'm one of the dinosaurs still sending out holiday cards, but I love getting them in my mailbox and one must give in order to receive, right? So that's my quick check in, and my apology for being tardy with this post. Tomorrow I'll ship those earrings off to Florida and go get my boob smashed again, and then my schedule will be nothing but holiday madness. I'm looking forward to it. It's time to get my jingle on!

The Edgewater gang will come over this weekend and I'll have to make sure that I have a grasp on the grandgirl's list for Santa. I have a toy catalog here that should inspire her. Everyone else is getting socks and a toothbrush. Just kidding, but that sure would be easy. When am I old enough to start doing that? They'll head to Tennessee for Thanksgiving, but will be with us for Christmas. Matt is flying in for Thanksgiving, then in December he jets off to Brugge, Belgium and Amsterdam for the Christmas markets. He'll be here for Christmas week full of stories to share. I can't wait. On that happy note, I'll head of to soak in a bubble bath and then snuggle under the covers with a book. I'm pooped. Until tomorrow, stay safe, stay well...and

You better watch out You better not cry You better not pout I'm telling you why

… Santa Claus is comin' to town! 47 days!!! XOXO, Nancy

[dark-twist-fairytales]

(Psst: Scottie ain't mine, they're @jaytoons7 's! So is the whole knife fam concept!)

Time: 5 AM

Date: April 20th

Location: Kitchen...

Today was a big day, to Riker at least. His excitement was filling him more and more as he hopped out of bed and got dressed. Nothing too fancy, just a tee-shirt and a pair of joggers. He had small scars that littered both arms, but didn't care too much right now if others saw.

He slipped on a pair of socks and house shoes, before making his way out of the room, making sure to close to door quietly behind him as to not wake his roommate, Malli, up. Once it was closed, he sprinted off towards the kitchen, still being as quiet as he could be to keep others asleep.

He slowed down once he made it to the cafeteria: Empty. He walled over to the kitchen as well, glancing inside the door: Empty as well. This was perfect! He walked into the door, and began gathering the supplies he needed, as well as leaving a bit of cash on the counter, wrapped up in a paper towel, with 'For ~Firecracker' written on it. He then began cooking...

"Mister Orange?" Riker jumped a bit, as he was whisking a mix of things together, glancing back towards the door. Poking their head in was Buckethat, without their top hat on. He gave a small smile, motioning the smaller inside. "What's up, kiddo?"

"What are you doing?" Buckethat asked, walking into the kitchen and raising themself up enough to look inside the bowl that Riker was whisking at. "Is that pancake mix?"

"Mhmm. Pancake mix with lemon in it." Riker replied, setting the bowl down and lifting the whisk up to watch the mix. Too clumpy still. He got back to mixing. "I'm makin' it for one o' my own."

Buckethat pushed something closer to the counter, standing on it and looking at the mix, giving an 'ooo' at the sight. "Why?"

"It's a special a'ccasion for one of them."

"Why?"

"It's one o' their birthdays."

"Why?"

"Ask a different question, if you're really curious."

This got Buckethat thinking for a moment, looking to the mix and making grabby hands. "Can I mix it up?"

Riker glanced over and gave a smile, stopping his mixing and pushing the bowl over. "Be careful there. We want it to be nice and mixed up, but not too runny." With that, Buckethat began mixing the bowl, while Riker got the stove top ready with a pan and a bit of butter.

"Who's this for? Who's birthday is it?" There it is. Riker glanced over to see Buckethat's eyes really big with curiosity. He gave a chuckle in response, turning the eye on.

"It's Purple's birthday today. Lemon pancakes are his favorite."

"How do you know that?"

"Well, me and him grew up together. It's.. Been a while since we've act'ally seen each other."

"When's your birthday?"

"Tomorra."

"Wha?!"

Riker gave a chuckle at that statement, looking over to Buckethat and grabbing the mixed bowl, lifting the whisk out and seeing not clumps. "Thank you for mixing it for me."

"Yours is tomor-" "HEY!"

Riker had to quickly shove his hand to push Buckethat from getting dangerously close to the stove eye being on. His eyes were wide, looking to Buckethat with nothing but worry.

"I'm sorry, Mister-"

"Are you okay? You didn't touch the pan, did you?" Riker asked, setting the bowl down on the counter and grabbing Buckethat's hand, inspecting it and finding it spotless. This caused Riker to sigh in relief. "Let's be a bit more careful.. We don't need ya hurt. Your parents would be pissed, so would your sibling."

Riker tensed up when he heard a cough from behind him, giving a sigh and looking at the smiling, child Toppat. "At least one o' them are right behind me, hmm?" This caused the Toppat to giggle and nod. Riker then turned around to be faced with all three of them. Scottie, Slice, and Wilhelm.

"Hey, Slice. Wilhelm. Firecracker." Riker spoke, getting an eye roll from Scottie at that. "Sorry that I'm, uh.. In your kitchen, Firecracker, but I.. I'm making-"

"He's making breakfast for Purple! It's his birthday!" Buckethat shouted out, before Riker quickly moved to grab the napkin and holding it out.

"I'll pay for it, I know I'm-"

"Keep it."

"Huh?"

Scottie gave a chuckle and shook their head. "I said 'keep it'. I'm not taking it from you. And I refuse to take it from you." They said, approaching the other two with their arms crossed, leaning against the counter. "Is that all you're making?"

"Ma-mmm.. Purple.. Isn't a huge breakfast fan. Like, yeah, he'll eat if he has to, but he doesn't prefer it." Riker replied, pouring out some of the pancake batter into the pan.

"Where did your accent go?"

"What do you mean?"

"You had like.. Like.. One like Macbeth! But, a little faster, and more airy!" Buckethat spoke, watching Riker put the money back in his pocket, and Slice come up.

"Don't bother him too much, Buckethat." Slice chuckled, with Buckethat giving a huff at that.

"Don't worry, Mister Slice. Kid ain't botherin' me." Riker spoke, giving an accomplished smirk at the surprised gasp from Buckethat.

"See! See!!" Riker gave a chuckle at his exclamation, flipping the pancake over by tossing it in the air and catching it in the pan. "Okay, wait- What does 'Ain't' mean??"

"I ain't got a clue."

"Mister Orange!!"

"Shh, quiet down a little. Ain't wantin' to wake the others now, do ya?"

This got a frustrated groaned from Buckethat, and amused chuckles from the remaining four in the room. "There's no exact definition of 'ain't'. It means a lot of things. You gotta listen to the context of the sentence."

Riker then put the cook pancake on a plate, giving a hum in content. "What are you gonna do for your birthday then?"

"Hmm? Oh, nothing."

"What? Yours is tomorrow, and nothing?"

Riker leaned forward and flicked the stove top off, putting the dish pan and bowl in the sink, before taking the plate and fork. "Listen, just having Purple with me is a gift enough. It's been years since we've last seen each other, and I.. I like his company a lot." He then walked out, passing by Wilhelm and giving a short 'hi' as he did.

"... So, are those two dating, or..?" Wilhelm spoke, with Slice shrugging, Buckethat nodding, and Scottie shaking his head. Three different responses, wonderful.

~~~

Riker slipped into the room, finding Malli still asleep and smiling, before setting the plate down on the bedside table and climbing on the bed beside Malli. "Malcolm..~"

This got a groan from Malli, shifting onto his back. "Malcolm, baby..~"

"Hmm...?"

"Happy birthday."

Malli turned his head over to the side, looking at Riker and giving a small chuckle. "That's taday..?"

"Mhmm. April 20th. And yet, still don't smoke weed."

Malli rolled his eyes and lightly shoved Riker, who gave a giggle and hugged onto Malli, with the smaller male turning to him completely and nuzzling into his neck. Riker let a content hum leave him, rubbing his thumb against the shorter, shaved hair. Riker gave a small kiss to Malli's forehead, letting out a small sigh afterwards.

"I missed this a lot.." Malli spoke, nuzzling further into Riker's hold and hugging onto him tightly. "Like.. A lot a lot.."

"I did, too.. Hate spendin' birthdays without you.. Then I can't make a lemon pancake."

This got Malli to shoot upwards, his eyes wide and a smile breaking his face. "Lemon pancake??" Riker gave a laugh at that, sitting up and grabbing the plate, handing it over to Malli with one more kiss to his scalp. "Happy birthday, Malli.."

"Happy birthday, Riker.."