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kteezy997 · 5 months

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The Candy Man- Part Two//W.W.

Warnings: smut, bathtub sex, curse words, some dirty talk, Willy wanting to fill reader with his cum

You couldn’t stop thinking about him. Your candy man, your Willy Wonka. You were convinced that his wonder-filled green eyes were burned into your memory forever. Your mind raced with images of his springy dark curls, his creamy pale skin, and his big cock that filled you to the brim. Your pussy ached just thinking about it.

It was a week to the day that he came knocking again. Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest when you opened your door to reveal Willy: brown top hat, purple coat, and the sweetest of smiles.

“I can’t believe it’s you.” you uttered dreamily. Your prayers had been answered: Willy had come back.

“Hey, y/n. I’m sorry to bother you.”

“Oh, you’re certainly not bothering me.”

Willy smiled kindly at you, then continued, “I have just been thinking about you, and I wonder if maybe what happened was wrong. I mean, it was absolutely wonderful, but you are a married woman. I would hate for your husband to find out-"

You cut him off as he was speaking, “Don’t worry, Willy. He will never know. It’s our little secret.”

“Oh,” he nodded, “alright then. That’s great. Um,” he looked down at his boots, shyly, “do you mind if I come in? There was something else I wanted to ask you.”

“Oh yes, of course, come in!” you said, maybe a little too enthusiastically, and you stepped aside, letting him by.

Willy walked over to the couch, rubbing his cold hands together. He did look rather cute with his rosy cheeks and slightly pink nose from the briskness outside. “You really should stay inside today, it’s too cold for you to be out there, y/n.” he said.

You blushed at his sweet words, “Should I get you some hot tea to warm you up? Or maybe some coffee?”

“No, no, I really don’t want to trouble you.” he insisted, “Come, sit with me if you would?”

You obliged him, and sat down next to him.

"Look, the real reason that I came by is to ask you if...it was okay, what I did? Was it any good?" Willy cleared his throat, apprehensively, "Did I do a good job?"

You laughed and touched his hand, "Yes, you did. I came twice, Willy. You were a natural. Better than my husband, might I add. And I've been having sex with him for years now. Well, not hardly at all lately, but that's neither here nor there." you shrugged.

"It's just that it was my first time, and I wanted to be sure that you enjoyed it as much as I did." his cheeks became a little bit flushed again, but it was not from the cold this time.

"I definitely did, Willy." you said sincerely, intertwining your fingers with his.

He softly squeezed your hand and nonchalantly looked over to the fireplace area. He shuddered ever so slightly, "That rug."

"Does it do things to you like it does to me? The memory?" you purred as you leaned in close to his ear with an idea creeping into your mind. You bit your lip.

"Yea-yeah, it does. I remember exactly what you looked like laying on that rug.” he turned to look in your eyes. The tension was palpable as your faces were just a few inches apart. “I can't get you out of my head, y/n."

"Ya know, I was about to draw a bath for myself before you came knocking, would you like to get in with me?"

"More than anything." Willy blurted out without hesitation.

.......

Willy had gotten into the hot water first, and you straddled his lap. With the both of you in the tub, the water level was dangerously high. But even if it were to spill onto the bathroom floor, you didn't notice. You were ravaging his lips, and he ran his wet hands all over your body, above and under the water.

Steam rose up from the water, creating a sweltering atmosphere. Your bodies were flushed.

You sank down onto his hard cock, and he rutted up into you. You cried out in pleasure as it slid all the way in. Your breasts bounced, tapping the surface of water and splashing in Willy's face. You grabbed his cheeks and kissed him sloppily as you fucked.

You did your best to grind your hips and keep up with him, but it was a losing battle. You were quickly brought to an orgasm with how fast he was thrusting up into you.

You whimpered as your body went limp, but Willy put his arms around you, and continued to pump his cock in and out. "Oh my God! Willy…Willy Wonka!" you cried, having never felt so good in all your life.

"I gonna come, y/n." he stuttered as his pace slowed and he thrusts became sloppy. He grabbed handfuls of your ass, and gave you a few more strokes as he kissed your face. He groaned in a huff, and you felt his cum filling your pussy.

You hugged him tightly, just needing to be close to him. Willy nuzzled into your neck and you rested your chin on his head. You put your hand on the back of his head, his curls at the nape of his neck were soaked as you pet them.

He looked up at you, his arms still linked around your body, "Kiss me?"

You leaned in and smashed your lips to his, "Mmm." you moaned happily against his mouth. You pulled away and he snuck in another peck to your swollen lips. You put your hands on either side of his chiseled cheekbones, "My angel candy man, dropped on my doorstep, so yummy and cute, with a cock made by the devil." you grinned, kissing him again. You couldn’t get enough. He was addictive like chocolate.

Willy chuckled, "I don't want to be done yet. Need to fill you with more of my cream.”

"Ugh, yes, treat me like one of your fine chocolates, Willy. Fill me, I want it.” you begged, moaning into his lips in another eager kiss.

"Turn over, please?" he asked, in between pecks, puppy dog eyes in full effect.

You couldn't deny his request. He was all you wanted, all you thought about and longed for, and you were going to take him as long as you wanted, as long as he was there. You nodded, swirling yourself in the water so your back was to him. Willy pushed you forward, careful to keep your head above water, and he pulled your hips up. With your ass to the surface and facing him, he held your waist, and slid his dripping wet cock inside you again.

"Ah!" you moaned as he thrusted fast, splashing the water and making it slosh out on the floor. The bathroom was filled with the loud splashing noises he created. You braced yourself on the bottom of the tub with your hands. The bath water sprinkled your face and hair with warm droplets as you took Willy's cock over and over.

After a moment, he let out a huff and you felt him release inside you once more. "Wheeew, sorry y/n. It may take more practice for me to last longer." his breathing was uneven as he spoke. He leaned over your back to leave a kiss on top of your head.

"No," you panted, "it's alright, it was amazing. You bring me more chocolate next week and we’ll practice some more.”

@gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl @musicandbooksaremyhappyplace @softhecreator @tchalamss @chalametbich

#timothée chalamet #timmy chalamet #timothee x reader #timothée imagine #timothee chalamet smut #willy wonka x reader #willy wonka #wonka #wonka 2023 #wonka movie

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mewtwoandme · 4 months

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Alright imma be real with ya'll...

I haven't been doing great mentally lately. You guys have constantly heard me bitching about my seasonal depression and it getting in the way of my artistic motivation yada yada lol Well, it just keeps refusing to let up. I've been trying to fight it, work through it, hoping that it would go away if I just keep working, when in all honesty that's mentally draining me even more. Now, there have been a few times where the drive to draw would come in spurts and I would finish a few small things here and there and I recently did the new blog banner and all, but as quickly as that motivation appears, it vanishes again. It's been an ongoing cycle since December, I haven't been very productive at all with the more important things and I've barely even touched the Baby Arc since SD hit. And lately this rut has started to bleed into things outside of art and affect my motitivation to do daily responsibilities as well, to the point half the time I feel like a vegetable while house work continues to pile up around me...I'm thinking I may need to do things a bit differently for awhile.

Obviously it's been too difficult to draw right now. My SD had never been this severe before, so there needs to be a change. I can't keep up my usual routine of wake up, go to work, come home, draw, repeat. I need a bit more variety for the time being, maybe making time to do other things that make me happy aside from art will do me some good. That being said though...ugh I hate this, I don't even wanna say it, but the Baby Arc might have to be put off yet again for awhile. I thought about all this last night and was literally crying over it because like, I'm finally here!! We made it to the point of Blu being officially introduced and then seasonal depression decides to come in and fuck up everything I've been trying to do. Like I took a step forward, then three steps back! It just really feels like a kick to my nonexistent balls man...Regardless I think a step back right now is necessary, so hopefully you guys understand, yall usually do anyways ^^

So yeah, I guess here's another art hiatus...don't expect to see anything probably until the end of February, or even March, cause I'm hoping the SD will start to go away by then

#this whole post makes me angry #but its something i feel i need to do anyway #for my sanity's sake #cant help but feel disappointed in myself though...#mod speaks #mod announcement #art hiatus

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margridarnauds · 2 months

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🌞 🤩 🤯 for the fanfic writer asks? 💖

Thank you so much!

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

Honestly, I probably do my best in the morning when I can wake up refreshed, but since that almost never happens, late at night when there's nothing to disturb me save the ghosts of other things I should be doing.

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

All time? For dialogue, probably Heisenberg from RE8; I miss working with him. He has this very blunt, irreverent way of speaking that he sometimes changes out for this very smooth, charismatic way of speaking where he puts a lot of emphasis on every other word (and that is always at risk of falling to pieces because it is NOT his natural state). I'm used to dealing with very aristocratic characters who are restrained, who very rarely let you know what's going on in their head, and who have this very formal way of speaking, so it was and is a joy to break out of it with him. (Raphael is very much a return to form, though he's interesting because of how much more elaborate he is with his speech -- most of my aristocrats have been military nobles to some extent or another, and so they usually have this very clipped way of speaking, but Raphael, despite always being deliberate and calculating in how he's going into a situation, ALSO talks a lot, he ornaments his language a lot. It actually makes it very hard to write him, because it's very much not intuitive for me and it's always tempting to fall back on old habits and use Lazare Voice on him.)

At the moment? Malla. I love Kitrye, but Malla is very fun specifically because she is (1) much more chaotic and (2) has some of the best dialogue, especially when you get her banter with Kitrye. You never know exactly where she's going to land during any given scene, there's always this level of unpredictability to what she's going to do (which has been an ongoing theme because, in her early days, *I* didn't know what she was going to do), and her arrival always marks a turning point. I'm very glad that she dropped into my lap one day, can't imagine doing this without her.

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

I hate writing smut. It is, bar none, my least favorite genre to write. I enjoy writing about INTIMACY, but not smut. It's very hard to not be self-conscious or to not accidentally fall into doing the same things (...I was about to say "rut"), using the same descriptions for the same actions that A Thousand Other Smutfics Do or, on the reverse, to accidentally ruin it with a single bad line. It isn't that you can relax on the characterization for ANY scene, but with smut, I'm really, really constantly having to think "okay, how would these characters do this in a way that feels real to them", because it's very easy to slip into (...no double entendre intended) porn-isms. And depending on the characters, they can take a scene in an entirely different direction and then you have to readjust for THAT. Angst is fine -- I love tearing people's hearts out and stomping on them, and it's relatively easy to do if people are already inclined to like a character. Humor? Much more difficult to stick the landing on, since it's so subjective, but still relatively easy and intuitive for me, particularly if you're willing to go into crackfic territory, and I have NEVER been particularly attached to upholding the dignity of any of the characters I've written. Action -- Not my favorite, but can still be glanced over especially since, with the exception of RE8, I've rarely NEEDED to write it. Smut? Hate.

...and yet here we are.

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emptymanuscript · 9 months

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Really only making a note here because I don't keep a real physical journal and I try to make these notes as important so... I dunno... I have a record I guess. And I am purposefully trying not to dissociate the less acceptable parts of myself by sticking them other places as a bad coping mechanism. So... here. :/ Even though I would kind of rather not.

But it is. So it goes. Bleh.

I fucking backslid tonight.

After taking up pretty much all the space in my group therapy and getting a whole spiel about not self harming... I self harmed tonight. First time in ages.

The obnoxious thing about self harm once you've got the habit is that it honestly DOES feel better for a moment. It's like, "Oh, thank god." I assume it is the same as an addict's first hit in ages. Just that, yeah, that's why I used to do this, it really does feel good. For a moment anyway. And, at this point, it doesn't even itch anymore. It doesn't hurt that much for very long, so the downside is minimal, really. I just don't do enough damage to be really concerning.

Why worry then?

Probably because I had a bigger reaction to freaking out that I might have put a chip in my glasses (I didn't, phew) than I did to running a knife across my face. I just have terrible hand/eye coordination so I jabbed the wrong place while bringing the knife toward myself.

And after making sure that my glasses were fine, I went to stare at myself in the mirror and see if I could see any lines or anything. And my reaction to no was, "Well, that was disappointing."

So, Imperius, my voice in my head that hates me and wants me to be ill is on the louder end tonight. And the worst thing is, is that he has a point. He says, you'll feel better if you jab yourself with the knife, and I did. You'll be happier if you just kill yourself. And it is very hard to argue differently in the moment. It does always come down to, but who will feed the dogs? Who will let them out? That's going to freak them out.

In therapy tonight they referred to my feeling of hopelessness and depression as a well worn rut. And they are so right. It's stupid. I'm stupid. There's no point to all this melodrama. I don't have any problem that I can't fix. I've been making good progress.

And I hear my father's voice in my head. Every time you do a good thing, you get an 'ata boy.' One hundred 'ata boy's and you get a 'way to go.' But just one 'aw shit' wipes the slate clean. So... clean slate tonight. That's the ticky.

And I have therapy again tomorrow morning. And if I'm smart I'll make a lot of phone calls over the weekend because that won't freak me out. And it will all work out. And if I say it enough, while being able to logic that that is all very true because it is, I might even believe it.

It's so much like being a drug addict. I even did use to go to AA and SMART Recovery for it. Which... helped some. And I only hate the cultural christofascism of it a little. And I slipped up and used tonight. It happens. Just have to do better tomorrow. It's never too late to do better.

I just suspect it is going to feel like a very, very long weekend. Probably time for serious distraction coping mechanisms. And I don't look forward to telling my therapist that I self harmed tomorrow morning even after getting a speech about it.

I think I'm pissed that it is this easy to backslide. I really was doing well. I was fucking moving. Finally. Aw shit. So now what?

Difficult conversations and surviving the weekend. Baby steps.

Even this is a baby step. Placing this here instead of running back to a depression blog. If Empty Manuscript is me, then this is part of me, too. And I am better the more toward ALL of me I am instead of cutting myself up into safely separate little masks and identities.

One (or four if we're being technical) backslide isn't the end of the world. I can ALWAYS decide to do better. I want to have done better tonight. And it isn't too late for that.

Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming. What do we do? We swim.

#Priest of Brooding #just my life #available but not for public consumption #about me and ONLY about me #unsafe content #diary I guess #self harm #depression #suicidal ideation #how do real people deal with real problems?#it is beyond me #you're all superheroes

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finsterhund · 1 year

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Also I do feel that some may see my harsher critical reception of Skinamarink as some sort of hypocrisy because I'm so adamantly against toxic derogatory negativity under the guise of being critical and "having opinions", but my criticism I really want to stress comes from a place of constructive feedback and wanting this thing I see potential in to reach a new hight. I care so much because I was so invested. I'm not just some parasite that revels in shitting on things. I hope that's come across in the things I've said.

The people I take issue with are never constructive or intelligent in criticism they're just bitter hateful weirdos who like to tear things down for no reason. I feel it's possible to dislike things or criticize things in a healthy way that isn't harmful but so much of the internet and the culture you see normalized on social media like Twitter is pointlessly hostile and cruel.

As a star wars fan I see that sorta thing a lot. People on Twitter are getting really personally invested in showing contempt for anyone that gets "too excited" for things like seeing a character they recognize show up in the background or otherwise having childlike excitement in the media they consume, or calling anyone who's overly positive all sorts of names and it's particularly exhausting. Sometimes what's most important is just enjoying things and having fun. The world is already such a dark and cruel place I think we can all be a little more positive when we're able.

I struggle a lot with negativity and I understand that it's a real easy way to feel better about yourself or your own situation by lashing out and punching down but it doesn't actually help anything in the long run and we need to make the effort to get out of that mental rut.

Anyways, I'm trying to get by today. My emotions have been all over the place as of late. It's been particularly good for a bit but I'm starting to come down again.

#text post #negative

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iamnmbr3 · 5 years

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Hey I reeeaaally hate to ask you this but have you read any new Stucky lately that you loved? I read alot alot and have been in a rut of eh ones for awhile now. I know you're over the moon for Symbrock but your Stucky tastes match mine so well. No biggie otherwise I've been re reading faves for now. Take care and thanks!

Me: I love getting asks!

Also me: Takes forever to answer them.

Sorry about that! Please. Don’t apologize for sending me this ask. You’re totally fine. :D I still love stucky. And as long as you’re not asking me something rude you’re always fine.

Here’s one that I haven’t actually started yet, but a lot of people seem to have enjoyed it and I absolutely adore the premise.

Sealed With a Kiss by follow_the_sun, littleblackfox (Rating: M | Words: 64K)

Steve shook his head in disbelief. “So just because I knocked your coat on the floor and handed it back to you, now we both have to be legally married to a stranger forever?”

“Well,” Bucky said, eyeing the ring box on the coffee table, “we don’t have to be strangers.”

Bucky’s a selkie. Steve’s a clumsy human. They’re married now. Oops.

Also here are some that I enjoyed recently.

paying some respects by silentwalrus (rating: G | words: 1,550)

If you can’t procure your own illegal explosives, store-bought is fine.

our last dance in blood by liquidbutterflies (rating: M | words: 757 )

“Hey, Cap.”

Bucky smiles, bowing slightly as he extends his right arm towards Steve. Bucky’s left shoulder ends in a mess of matted flesh and bone, as if someone had ripped his arm off. A heavy flow of blood courses down, mixing with the red of wine spilt on the floor, but Bucky doesn’t acknowledge the broken shards of glass on the ground, or his arm.

“May I have this dance?”

(re-write of Steve’s ‘haunting vision’ in AOU.)

The Time With The… by donutsweeper (rating: G | words: 3,828 )

The five times Steve and Bucky lied about what they faced during the War and the one time they told the truth.

Aka the five times they trolled the Avengers and one truth that enabled them to get away with it.

ain’t really quaint by quietnight, silentwalrus (rating: M | words: 35,319 )

Natasha stops by on a Tuesday, early enough in the morning that it would have been late by Steve’s old standards. Now, though, it takes him nearly three minutes just to limp to the door, yawning, and when he opens it he has to lean heavily on the doorframe.

“Hi,” Natasha says, over the beginnings of birdsong. She’s not alone. “Can we come in?”

twenty questions by sheisraging (rating: T | words: 3,039 )

Bucky looks at the paintbrushes Steve rolls nervously between his hands, at the box now sitting on the coffee table. He brushes his fingertips over the star. “You want to paint my arm?”

Tinfoil Hat (or Bucky Barnes Vs. The Pigeon Uprising) by GoodbyeBlues (rating: T | words: 3,733 )

Based on the Tumblr prompt ‘I went to water my plants on the balcony and you’re on yours with a tinfoil hat, what the hell are you doing AU.’

happy returns by wagamiller (rating: T | words: 2,292 )

There’s one slight problem with Steve’s date of birth - hardly anybody thinks it’s real.

“Look, I get that it would have been good publicity back in the day,” Sam says earnestly. “But the war’s done, Steve. You don’t have to keep up the charade.”

“Ok,” Steve says, banging his fist on top of the rail, “for the last time, today is my actual birthday.”

Also, here are some that I didn’t read recently, but that I really enjoyed.

in cayenne and honey, in vinegar and lime by alby_mangroves, Nonymos (rating: E | words: 27,530 | Contains M’baku/Bucky but right from the start it is mutually understood endgame stucky and M’baku/Okoye)

M’Baku fought for T’Challa. But should he keep fighting for T’Challa’s vision? The king is professing change, such deep change, while the Jabari are supposed to be the guardians of tradition.

It’s a complex problem, which demands a cool head. So M’Baku could really do without an old love coming back to haunt him, an obnoxious royal teenager, and T’Challa’s secret one-armed guest.

Who Let You In? by birdbrains (rating: T | words: 19,635 | Warning: discussion of serious consent issues which are eventually resolved )

“Is he here?” Sam asked.“I don’t know,” said Steve. “I’m—hey, Bucky, are you here? Can you hear me?”“Or whatever you prefer to be called,” Sam put in.“Yeah,” Steve said. “It’s me, that dumb guy with all the problems? Remember me?”

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New and “improved.”

The Diaries of Bucky Barnes by afterlifeoftheparty (rating: T | words: 15,208 | Warning: period typical homophobia )

“This young soldier was writing about war, but not only that. No, the most remarkable extracts from his diaries are the ones about emotions; those passages in which he writes about loss and pain and loyalty and love.”

When Bucky Barnes’ diaries are leaked in the 70s, reactions vary from one thing to another, even decades later.

#asks #stucky #fic rec #Marvel #Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers

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bottomskywalker-moved-blog · 7 years

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hi. i've messaged you about this before but that skysolo domestic au of yours is literally the most precious thing ever and probably my favorite han/luke fic. i was wondering if you had any cute hcs about their lil family cause i'm kind of in a rut rn and that stuff always cheers me up :3

hello, love!!! i’m sorry it took me so long to get to this!! i’ve been in a little bit of a rut too, and i had a long reply with lots of info, but then i refreshed the page and it all got deleted D: so i’ll try to recreate it!!!

thank you SO much for telling me that you liked what i have so far!!! i love this au so much and it’s mine and @lukeskyliquor‘s pride and joy!! it means so much to me that you like it, and i know it means a lot to them too!!!

you inspired me to publish a new installment to the au that i’ve been holding onto for a while!!! so thank you very much!!! i’ll still give you a ton of headcanons tho ;)

rey loves being outside, regardless of the weather. she loves running around in the sun (”babe, what if she gets dehydrated or sunburned?” “han, she’ll be fine. we put sunscreen on her, and we have water and popsicles here.”), and waddling straight to the water at the beach, water wings and all ( “babe, what if she gets knocked over by a wave???” “han, she’ll be fine. we’re going in with her, and we’ll keep an eye on her.”), jumping in the leaves in the fall ( “babe, what if she lands on a stick and hurts herself?????” “han, she’ll be fine. we’ll take all the sticks out of the leaf pile.”), climbing up trees in the spring ( “babe, what if she falls???” “han, she’ll be fine. we’ll catch her.”), jumping in puddles after/while it rains ( “babe, what if she gets a cold???” “han, she’ll be fine. we’ll and playing in the snow in the winter ( “babe, what if she falls into a snowbank and freezes to death???” “han, she’ll be fine. we’ll scoop her up and take her inside and give her a warm bath.”). she’s always jumping up and down and smacking her hands against the window like “’side???” at all times.

ben likes the Aesthetic of outside, but he doesn’t really like getting wet/cold/sweaty. he tends to do really low-key activities. while rey runs around through the sprinkler in the back yard, ben sits in the dirt with luke and helps him garden, or just plays with worms. at the beach, he runs up to the shore with his little bucket and scoops up as many shells as he can, and then runs back before his toes get cold. he and his daddy organize the shells by size and make sand castles (and bury han when he falls asleep). he loves the pretty colors when the leaves change, and collects leaves and tries to draw them. he likes to sit by the window and watch the rain, but he usually ends up falling asleep. and he thinks the snow is pretty, but if he gets it in his gloves or on his face, he fusses and has to be brought inside. the first time he saw snow when he was a baby he was like :o!!!! and went to touch it and then pulled his hand back and Screamed bc he didn’t like the cold!! but he likes to be pulled around on his sled through the snow!!

ben is nonverbal for most of his childhood and speaks almost exclusively asl, whereas rey is a total chatterbox and is always jumping around and singing and shouting

rey hates baths and often ends up escaping from the bathtub on multiple occasions. it’s not uncommon in the summer for her to shoot out the front door, covered in bubbles and run around in the front yard

han’s the storytime dad, and he’s created this amazing, elaborate fantasy world that he tells stories about. and the kids Love the stories about the space pirate, and the princess (and her pilot wife “that’s auntie evaan!!!!!”), and the hero defeating the Scary Guy In The Helmet (anakin gets a kick out of being the villain in his son-and-law/business partner’s story). and whenever someone else babysits, the kids Demand a story in han’s space fairytale world.

we already know ben was born on halloween (he’s a little scorpio, so he’s sister signs with his taurus daddy!!!), but rey was born at the height of summer when it was crazy hot (and she’s a gemini, so she’s sister signs with her sagittarius papa!)–and where ben was like 2-3 weeks late, she came a whole month early!!

artoo is luke’s therapy frenchie and he Loves the kids!!! when they’re occupied with taking care of baby rey, he keeps ben entertained by chasing him around the house and licking him until he squeals !!! and then when rey gets older, he chases her around too!!!

ben was the easiest baby to take care of. it took him a long time to Get there, but once he did he was very well behaved. all he did was sleep, and he kept falling asleep with his bottle and they’d have to rub his fat little cheeks to wake him up!! but rey on the other hand…..she’s a real piece of work. she hates going to sleep, and she fusses and cries All The Time, which they totally weren’t expecting. and they bring her home, and they’re stuck getting up in the middle of the night to try whatever they can to get her back to sleep. (she hates sleeping. it means she’s missing the action!)

ben was a late bloomer and took his time with everything. he didn’t walk until he was older than expected because he liked being carried around. and it really worried han a little (because everything worries han), but luke assured him that “he’ll walk when he has somewhere he really wants to go.” and sure enough, one day, he just waddled over to luke and plopped into his lap. rey, on the other hand, was crawling and scooting around pretty early, and she kept trying to run before she really knew how to walk. she gives han heart attacks twice daily.

as previously established, han is the helicopter dad. as soon as he finds out they’re having a baby, he goes out and babyproofs the entire house even though it’s gonna take a long time for the baby to get there, and once they do, they’re not gonna be up and moving for a while, so there’s little chance of getting hurt. but it makes him feel better to know that he’s at least doing Something. and he practices swaddling the dog and carrying him around the house like a baby, which artoo hates, and keeps wiggling and eventually shakes the blanket off.

he fusses and fawns over every little thing, and definitely does a lot of impulse buying. like they’ll be out trying to find a stroller, and luke reminds him that “we’re just getting a stroller today, nothing extra.” and then han shows up with an armful of onesies like “okay i know you said nothing extra but LOOK AT THIS. it has a DOG on it. WE have a dog.” they set up this system where every time han wants to buy something impulsive for the baby ( “we’re not getting that giant teddy bear. it won’t even fit in their room. and it’s fifty dollars, han, no way…”), he puts a dollar or two into their college fund instead.

whenever luke does yoga, his kids always want to climb all over him, or imitate him, or crawl under his bridges or between his feet. he’s gotten used to working out with one or both of his babies on his back.

#long post /#answered.txt #unchained melody 'verse #Anonymous #my writing

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