#I should have stopped him but he was being too darn cute

[pumpkin-belly]

Naughty boy splatted me UP DA NOSE 😂

[jeonjcngkook]

incandescent | jjk

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre(s)&au(s): fluff, established relationship

rating: pg

wc: 1.3k

warnings: theyre so in love with each other🤭! koos singing voice lulls us all 🤲🏻 makin’ out, playing with koos pretty hair bcs its exactly what he deserves !!!

summary: you and your boyfriend spend a comfortable romantic night in together.

note: unedited. repost bcs the last one stopped showing in tags 🙃.

Is there anything more beautiful than the sound of your boyfriend's voice?

The deep tenors and sweet cadences lull you into a state of calm as you stretch yourself out on the couch below, listening to Jungkook reach the notes in a perfect sequence to the song he is currently singing on his karaoke machine.

Friday nights are typically spent with each other as you participate in different activities. Your relationship's own version of a ‘date night’, you could say. However, this time it had been agreed between you both that staying in and enjoying each other's company in the cosiness of the home you built together was exactly what was needed.

Earlier, Jungkook prepared dinner for you both — a spread on the table of both your favourite foods and glasses of alcohol to wash it down with. Every detail had been carefully thought of, all the way down to the scented candles, that he personally chose to match the fragrances of the food.

Now, with full tummies and even fuller hearts, you both lie within the blanket of reds, blues and greens from the stars of his favourite LED light system and a spread of mandarin & grapefruit scented candles decorating the living room.

You could listen to Jungkook’s voice all day and never be tired of it. The calming effect he has on you with his words alone is something you have always admired. It doesn’t take much for a yawn to slip through his lips, catching the attention from yourself as he continues to sing through the verse of the next song. You watch as he attempts to stifle it underneath his breath, pulling the thin knitted throw up to his face to conceal the motion.

A sweet smirk is on your lips as he continues his lacklustre attempt at concealing his tiredness. Tears cling to his lower lash line from the yawn, head falling to the side and landing on your shoulder.

“You should get some sleep,” you’re quick to say as you feel him wriggle further into your warmth, his hand finding your spare hand that isn’t holding your phone and intertwining his fingers with your own.

“I’m fine staying here with you, baby,” he mumbles back in retaliation, cutting himself off mid-song to rebuttal back, voice half asleep and rubbing at his eyes like that will do the job of removing the sleep out of it. “I like laying here with you.”

You huff a little at his words. He is too darn cute for his own good and it makes your body warm knowing that he is licking being with you over much needed rest.

“But we could lie together in bed, snuggle up nice and cosy, and then in the morning come back here and cuddle all day into the night. Doesn’t that sound like the perfect way to begin our weekend?” You reason with him.

Jungkook’s lips part open for a moment as if he had the words to argue back with but is quick to shut them and opts for putting his microphone down on the coffee table instead. He finds the remote control for the TV and lowers the volume to something less deafening and one a little more relaxing as the lofi sounds act as a background ambiance.

He turns towards you and you watch as the flickers of the candles scattered around the room flicker and dance against his skin; bathing him in an ethereal glow — just like how an angel should look. The bright vibrant amber candlelight beautifully illuminates the melanin of his skin, extenuating his tanned skin stunningly.

It doesn’t help that his shirt is loose and baggy on his upper body, sleeves cuffed half way on his upper arm showing off his pretty tattoos of striking colours and bold black lines, only for the muscle under his skin to thicken as he brings his hand up to his hair. You watch intently as both hands comb through the long curly tresses from forehead to crown; again and again and it only magnifies just how pretty your boyfriend is.

The tip of his tongue presses against his inner cheek, his cheek protruding from the outside…an action he usually does when he is deep in thought. With the way the light hits his soft skin, it perfectly shows off how sharp his jawline is and how his gentle pink lips rest in a natural pout, leaving them looking plump, pink and irresistibly kissable.

“‘m not tired,” he argues, a grin on his face as he lies himself down next to you on the L shape of the couch, pulling back the thin blanket that has been resting on the headrest of the sofa and engulfs you inside the fabric before laying his head into your lap and effectively trapping you against the back of the leather and his body. Another yawn takes over his body as you feel him stiffen as he rides it out.

You lift your hand up to his face and let your fingers play delicately with the strands of his hair, twisting it around your finger and curling it around his ear away from his face.

Jungkook’s eyes flutter closed as you continue playing with his hair, adding to his tiredness and lulling him into a state of slumber. The atmosphere is exactly what Jungkook had promised earlier…cosy.

Jungkook’s eyes slipped shut, just long enough for you to see before he is prying them back open again with as much willpower as he can possibly muster. With the feeling of your fingers gently twisting and pulling at his hair, he has no argument against his exhaustion as it finally reaches him.

You reach the tight curls at the base of his neck, fingers playing with the curls as you make sure to let your nails scratch lightly at the base of his scalp, knowing that Jungkook has no bone in his body to make this stop, enjoying your touches so much.

You have him exactly where you want him.

Jungkook’s eyes are glazed over with sleep and yet all the same still looks dreamy — the browns are rich and deep, flakes of amber dotted within his irises. Love songs are written about eyes like his. It wasn’t hard to peer into them and to see your own smile reflecting back when he looks at you.

He runs his thumb over your lower lip, parting them just slightly before he leans down, pillowy lips connecting to yours in a soft kiss.

The feeling is so fulfilling that it is enough to make your eyelids flutter shut and your heart racing in your chest with blissful warmth as he presses his mouth deeper into yours. Even in a state of sleep, the kiss is still filled with emotion — passionate and sensual.

Jungkook moans as his mouth continues to work over yours, his teeth catching your lower lip and biting down with little pressure and letting it snap back before chasing your mouth for a second kiss.

Your hands run through his hair,nails grazing his scalp enticingly, eliciting another moan from deep within his chest. The way you kiss him has him seeing stars; dazed and lost in the touch of your lips. You caress his face with delicate touches, tongues flicking across his mouth and the way you counter back by nibbling in his own bottom lip before breaking the kiss.

Endearingly, you both press your foreheads together and close your eyes with a smile on both your lips.

Jungkook’s hand finds home on his hip before slipping underneath the cotton material of your t-shirt and resting his hands there. His thumb runs tracks over your skin in back and forth strokes as you bask in the calming, soothing sensation.

You feel his foot nudge open your legs as he tangles his limbs with yours and pulls you impossibly closer to you, your own leg now resting on top of his lip as you lock each other within the other's arms.

The feeling of Jungkook’s breath against your skin causes goosebumps to travel over your body, the warmth now turning into a small bonfire as love for the sleepy man in your arms ignites and burns bright.

It isn’t long before his breathing becomes drawn out and even, loud snores whistling through his nose and his thumb slows its movements as he eventually falls asleep in your arms.

“So much for not being sleepy,” you mock him as if he could hear, when deep down you wish that he had taken off into a dreamy slumber.

With gentle ease, you press the palm of your hand against his full cheek and brush your thumb over his cheeks the same way he did with your hip moments ago. You press your head against his forehead and land a tiny, light, airy kiss on his pouty lips.

You close your own eyes, listening to the flickering sounds of the small candles around the living room as well as concentrating on the rhythm of Jungkook’s breathing, hoping to ease yourself into your own slumber.

What felt like a moment later, Jungkook tightens his hold on you, whispering a small ‘i love you’, before sleep eventually blankets over you.

[aayakashii]

❤21 with Zenji please!

❤️21 writer's choice!

Being a ghost came with some habits that were quite hard to break. Kinda surprising though, how one could create new routines despite being dead. You’d think they’d become a still frame of who they were before, but no; apparently ghosts could very well develop new mannerisms much like a living person.

Zenji’s little habit was getting way too close to you.

He didn’t see the harm in it; it’s not like he could touch you at all. His presence had no weight to it and his words had no warm breath in them, so he would just enjoy the opportunity and lean over – talk to you barely a few centimeters away from your face and lay down next to you at night, inspecting every little pore of your face like you were a little rare specimen and he was an electronic microscope.

You tried telling him time and time again that he should give you a little bit of space, but he went on with some flowery and convoluted explanation as to why he just had to be close to you, and he took great pleasure in the fact that you couldn’t physically push him away.

Well, at least not until you found that little new pet of yours.

It seemed harmless, the little thing. It was like a much smaller version of a sheep. It had the size of a hedgehog, with a pitch black coat and piercing purple eyes. You had told Zenji you had found him (him?) at the woods, then taken him to Jabberwock to be properly attended to, but the darned little anomaly just wouldn’t leave your side. Isn’t Bopeep cute, though? (Bopeep? You had already named it?!)

Zenji fretted for a little while, as the anomaly slept on your shoulder.

“My dear! What if it is dangerous? We can never know when it comes to anomalies! What if it opens its mouth and sucks you into a black hole! Oh, the thought alone brings tears to my eyes!”

You laughed at Zenji’s worried speech as you pet the small head of the sheep anomaly.

“I talked to Haru about it, Zenji! He assured me Bopeep is human safe, but I have him on speed dial if anything weird happens.”

“I see!” he exclaimed, putting one hand over his chest in relief “So he knows the species of this new friend of yours?”

You nodded.

“Apparently it’s called a Duttur. He showed me a book about well-known anomalies, so I could read about it too, since I didn’t have all the beginner 1st year classes, after all.”

Zenji sighed dramatically and sat right beside you. The small yard besides your dorm was small but cozy, and you two had taken a liking to hanging out together in that calm, private place.

“That’s a relief! So I presume you read all about this new little friend of yours, yes?”

You grinned mischievously, nodding again.

“I read all about him and that’s exactly why I wanted to show him to you.”

Zenji tilted his head curiously as you scooted to the front of him, the sudden movement waking Bopeep up.

“Oops, sorry little guy.” you murmured apologetically to the miniature sheep before turning to Zenji. “Anyway, I read something about him and I had to make sure it was true. Stay still for a moment, please.”

The tall man straightened his back, still tilting his head as he had no idea what you were trying to do.

You had positioned yourself right in front of him. Both of you had your legs crossed, knees just a few millimeters apart. You swallowed hard as you raised a trembling hand towards Zenji. Despite the few seconds of hesitation, you mustered up the courage and went for his hands, folded on his lap.

You could feel the cold texture of his skin against your fingertips.

Smiling brightly and relieved, you turned to face Zenji, who couldn’t take his eyes off of your hand touching his. Mouth agape, he opened his palm and slowly intertwined his fingers with yours, feeling the cold sweat of your palms dampen his own.

He turned his head towards you, still in disbelief, despite the few tears that seemed well up in his eyes.

“My dear… How is this possible?” he murmured, voice hoarse.

You couldn’t stop smiling while you grabbed his other hand and held it tightly.

“Apparently Bopeep does have a little danger to him, after all. It allows humans to see and touch spirits and other entities like that” you snickered, “It’s pretty useful for someone who’s friends with a ghost, though, don’t you think?”

Zenji blinked, dumbfounded.

In a brief moment, however, he tackled you into a hug, harshly throwing you to the ground. He ended up tumbling onto the grass after phasing through you like he usually did.

“What?! Why?!” he cried out, frustrated.

You laughed at his outburst.

“I have to be touching Bopeep in order to be able to touch you too. If you knock him out of me, we won’t be able to touch.” you pointed at the small anomaly that was bleating in anger, after being thrown to its back on the grass, little legs struggling to turn itself upright.

“Oh! My apologies, my little sheep friend” Zenji exclaimed. He got up on his feet and went to help the anomaly, hesitating for a moment before holding it in his hands and looking ecstatic that he could touch it.

You rose as well, approaching the tall man.

“So... do you want to try hugging now?” you bashfully suggested, feet kicking the ground.

Zenj quickly turned his head towards you and, after carefully putting the anomaly on your shoulder, he circled his arms around you while you tightly hugged his waist, both sighing happily at the feeling of being in each other's arm.

He was much taller than you, so you had to rest your cheek against his broad chest, while he laid his on the top of your head. You could make out a faint scent of jasmine wafting off of his skin and clothes as you pressed closer to his body.

The absence of his heartbeat didn’t go unnoticed by you, but you could feel his deep breathing – his chest moved up and down slowly, a pace so comforting that made you sleepy, despite him not needing to breathe anymore – an unconscious habit he probably could never let go of, even after death.

And speaking of habits…

“You won’t be able to stay super close to me at all times now that we can touch, you know? That will be very disconcerting if you do” you said, voice muffled against him.

“No, no, my dear! You must know that old habits die hard!” he protested, rubbing his cheek against the top of your head and successfully messing up your hair.

You could feel the way he nuzzled his nose against you, shamelessly feeling the scent of your hair and sighing loud and happy.

You exhaled softly, relaxing in his arms despite his stubborn words. You were willing to let that be a little problem for later.

Right now, you just wanted to stay close to the one person you so desperately wanted to touch.

Writer's notes:

Duttur: Mesopotamian sheep goddess best known as the mother of Dumuzid. She frequently appears in texts mourning his death, either on her own or alongside Geshtinanna and Inanna.

Bopeep: comes from the nursery rhyme Little Bo Peep:

Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,

And doesn't know where to find them;

Leave them alone, and they'll come home,

Wagging (bringing) their tails behind them.

I honestly just wanted to give the anomaly I made up a cute name like Peekaboo lol

p.s.: if anyone decides to draw Bopeep by any chance, please tag me 😭

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[dearabhi]

treacle tarts & failed dates - harry j.potter

a/n: hello! this is something i wrote awhile ago, and it was during 3am and never saw it again, so there are mistakes! so please don't mind them </3 AND i imagine this fic takes place after the war but u can imagine as a muggle au too!

summary: after yet another failed date, harry is at his bestfriend, y/n's home and y/n makes treacle tarts. then a sudden realisation hits harry.

word count: 600- ish?

hope u like it <3

𓈒 ﹒ ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ ࣭

“I just don't get it!,” Harry says as he continues his rants— Harry had yet another failed date with a barista who worked in a café that he regularly went to. The barista was cute. He even had dimples when he smiled that made Harry lose his mind. “He could've just said that he is not interested! He could've just said that he had eyes on someone else! Instead he said it when we were on a date!”

“First of all, Harry, You should stop going on dates with every person you think is pretty!” Y/N's voice echoed from the kitchen. She was doing— cooking something that Harry is not supposed to know. “..being attracted to them and liking them are different...” Y/N continued on.

Harry suddenly smelled the scent of treacle tarts and his legs automatically stood up and he made his way to the kitchen.

Harry watches Y/N while she takes out the treacle tarts out of the oven— still not noticing Harry's presence in the kitchen as she still seemed to be talking about something but Harry can't focus on what she's talking about right now. All that mattered to Harry right now was the freshly baked treacle tarts and���

“Harry, are you even listening to me?” Y/N asked, facing him with a stern look on her face. One look of her and Harry had chills. He suddenly found the ceiling interesting.

“Harry Potter! Look at me while I am talking! Honestly I don't even know how Mione and Ron handle you all day!” Y/N complaints. Then suddenly Harry feels warm hands cupping his cheeks.

Y/N connected the two's foreheads and says so softly that he feels like he might— “Look, Harry, I know whatever this barista guy did—”

“ Xavier,” Harry interrupted.

“Whatever this Xavier did is completely unfair and he should not have done that! At the same time, It hurts me to see you heartbroken every two weeks!” She continues. Well, that part was true. He is going on dates with every pretty person he sees and they seem to reject him or he does not like them that way. In short, it has not been going well.

And after his (failed) dates, he goes to Y/N's place and pretty much spills it all out. (He also goes there because Y/N is pretty darn good at making treacle tarts) (also because Ron and Hermione can't handle a mourning Harry).

Harry tries to listen to Y/N. But somehow, his focus is on the flour that is on her cheek, he wants to remove it so bad. His focus then drifts to Y/N's eyes which were filled with concern and was also mesmerising. Oh god, what did he just think?

There was nothing wrong in that statement. Y/N L/N is beyond beautiful both inside and outside. Harry was now thinking something he would never mention because—

Nope, He thinks to himself aggressively. Don't. If he thinks that once, Harry will be long gone and there would be no returning back.

“Now, Harry, bring the treacle tarts will you? I will be putting on the TV so we can continue the muggle show we were watching, yeah?” Y/N asks, concluding her speech which Harry might not have listened to. Harry nodded and Y/N smiled back at him.

Y/N left the room after planting a small kiss on Harry's cheek. And Harry might've blushed. There is no avoiding the thought now.

Harry is definitely falling in love with his best friend, Y/N L/N.

[cringefaecompilation]

sign of the times, might as well pop out this orymposting that compiles all my thoughts and possible fears as to what will happen with his character arc.

orym’s probably the de facto “npc” in a party of npcs. if he was in a jrpg, he’d be a captain of the guard or something overlooking a phalanx of identical soldiers. everything about him as a character leans hard into this. the way he never stops exercising, sword training or looking out for danger while everyone else relaxes like he’s on a pre-programmed loop… but that becomes less funny and more upsetting when you give it more than ten seconds of thought.

because starving yourself and overexercising aren’t healthy. being able to hear a whispered conversation from a few feet away is handy in some cases and overstepping in others. he’s clearly not okay, but since his trauma responses are helpful or he’s traumatized by the correct people (read: the main villains) in the correct way (read: they hate gods), fandom just treats these as a cute little character quirks.

speaking of this also bleeds into the much-maligned god debate. notice he only ever discusses saving the gods in tandem with his dead loved ones. obviously he’s gonna do that given the circumstances and has every right to (even if he is being a little too obstinate at times), but it goes deeper than just “people that i personally cared about died so screw anyone else’s opinions”.

orym was nothing more than collateral to the real target, which was keyleth. he failed to be a good enough soldier to protect her, to protect them, to keep outside evil from forever tainting his home with gruesome memories. maybe he just wasn’t trying hard enough and he deserved to permanently lose them! maybe if he tries even harder and pushes himself to be the best soldier ever, he can make up for his horrible sin of not being good enough to have kept them safe the first time!

and it gets worse! he’s constantly rewarded for putting himself last! he gets a title from keyleth denoting him as the best soldier ever (and he gives the most dead inside speech about it), his fey pact has done nothing but be subtly horrifying than anything, he’s praised for killing fake evil clones of fearne and opal and reminded over and over that he will have to kill imogen and/or fearne for real if they turn, and melora turned his husband’s sword that he adores and protects over anything into a sword that worshiped her instead. he is completely losing his identity as anything other than a faceless soldier trying to save the gods and he hasn’t even realized it.

it’s not for lack of trying on everyone else’s part. imogen clearly cares about him and sees what this mission is doing to him. dorian went out of his way to tell orym that he didn’t need to be a protector all the time. laudna knows about his deal and is the only one that understands that it’s going to blow up in his face sooner rather than later because she’s been there before. but he keeps brushing it off like “it doesn’t matter, we don’t have time, i don’t matter, let’s get this over with so the actually important people can solve this problem”.

do you see why i can’t bring myself to be angry at him? this is fucking depressing to watch. i feel awful for him more than anything. it’s why i’m death gripping the morri deal to give him something to show him that just because he’s doing the “right thing” by sacrificing himself, it doesn’t mean that he should have done it. i don’t want the gods to go “let’s nuke everything to stop any other anti-god jerkwads from pulling this crap again!” and that be the way he learns.

but if we don’t, if everything turns out okay and morri just goes “aw darn i lost! better luck next time i guess!” and the narrative says “see? all orym needed was a new boyfriend to make him feel better!” then i will be supremely disappointed. firstly, because guilt over losing will was only a small fraction of what affected orym’s mental state, and second because rewarding self-harm and complete identity loss as long as it’s for the sake of the “good guys” is an objectively horrific message to send.

[miueo]

repost ︐ stupid girl — pub. 100623

warnings : spankings , acedemic shaming , degrading , dumbification , etc .

pairings : tutor!minho ♡ student!reader

note : i deleted my previous acct due to the fact i was posting my writings underneath a secondary blog ! i am not stealing anyone’s work, this is my writing.

never in your life, you'd thought you'd be bent over your tutor’s lap in his room, earning yourself a spanking. what could you have done to deserve this?!

“you look so stupid. absolutely fucking dumb. what made you think you could successfully cheat on your test??” minho lands a hard slap on your left ass cheek before switching to the next.

“is my help not enough for you? Are you that much of a stupid girl to fail to comprehend my help?” he grits his teeth, yanking your hair back as he continues to spank your cheeks.

you wail and cry. you've never felt so embarrassed. what should you do now? you're already getting humiliated and scolded by your tutor, and not only that your grades have fluctuated!

“i-im sorry.. minnie it wasn't my intention to cheat.. you see-” your little excuse was cut off by the sound of your cute strawberry pattern panties being torn off your little plush ass. you wanted to protest and ask what he’s doing but you fear he’ll stop.

silly you wanted more. though, you and him would spend hours studying and studying and studying, you enjoyed the offtime activities with minho. whenever you guys aren’t studying, he’d be rewarding you by rearranging your guts and torturing you with his long, thick cock and his fingers.

minho adored you, he loved how dumb you were. who doesn’t want a ditzy little girl like you?

“you’re so cute all spread out over my lap like this. I wish I could show you off like this.” he takes his two slim fingers, gently caressing your wet glossy folds.

poor you shivered and swallowed. “can you st-stop teasing me?? it's not fair.. at least I tried my best…” you murmured.

“one more fucking word out of you and I'll do the nastiest things to you.” he gritted his teeth, grabbing your cheeks, forcing eye contact.

by now, you were intimidated to the max. minho was already mean enough to you, it was all tough love. it has gotten to the point his passive aggressiveness and rough physical touch arouses you.

you just wanted him to use you as if you’re some sort of toy. you’d let him do anything.

he lets go of your face, resuming his actions. he slowly moves a finger in your warm wet little hole before fucking you open for another finger or two to join in.

“w-wait fuck.. mmphh..!!!” a loud airy whimper escaped from your throat as your grip onto his bed sheets. it felt so good, you had just forgotten about the test you failed. all your problems and concerns had be wiped away thanks to your tutor.

three fingers later, you were left sobbing and drooling, desperate you wanted more!— too bad that it was all cut short by your cocky tutor!!

“you really thought i’d waste my precious time fucking a stupid girl like you?” he scoffed, pulling his fingers out, “if you ace your next test, i’ll think about fucking you again.”

darn it.. （；へ：）

[fandomregression]

hii you should TOTALLy do cg martin blackwood hcs :3 every time im regressed i pretend he's takin care of me cuz i love him soooo sosososo much and he brings me so much comfort :333

- bearcubblues

hiiiiiii sorry this took me literally Forever to do i have been so blah for a long time eeeee anyway!!

CG Martin Blackwood Headcanons!

martin is very, very good with quiet babies or older kids. he is not the best with handling kiddos with higher support needs or who are a bit brattier, he gets pretty frustrated with them

that being said, he is The Caregiver for comfort. if something upsets his regressor, makes them cry, whatever, martin is immediately there with hugs and tea and their fave stuffies to make them feel better

martin is absolutely the one who knows all his regressor's stuffies by name, and he knows which ones are besties and which ones are mortal enemies, and he knows their favorite sweets. all of this is very important information to have

martin is less the type to spoil a regressor with toys or pacis or cute clothes and more the type to take his regressor to the park or to a museum or the aquarium for the experience

looooooves cooking/baking with his kiddo!! he'll get them in the kitchen with him to measure and stir things for him, and is sure to sprinkle in some "oh let me do that, you're too little" moments

honestly the Best snuggles. he's a bigger guy and he just envelopes his regressor in a big hug that is just the most loving and protective embrace

big tshirts? big tshirts. they are no longer his, they are the kiddo's nighties and there is nothing he can do to stop this

he writes a lot of poetry and tries to teach his kiddo how to write it. they end up writing a lot of silly limericks!

i like to think that martin can sing so he sings his regressor lullabies for bedtime!

a lot of times martin tends to feel inadequate as a person and a caregiver, so he does need reassurance from his kiddo that he does a good job, and he appreciates it when his kiddo tries to do things for him like fix him a drink, get him a snack, or take a break from the bluey marathon to watch maybe a nice documentary about cows

(has also 100% absolutely dressed his regressor up in a highland cow onesie costume because it was too darn cute)

he can be strict about certain things like cleaning up toys or going to bed at bedtime, but he is still very gentle about the whole thing. gentle guiding into the direction he wants/needs the kiddo to go. is a master at bribing regressors with sweets to clean up toys

overall martin likes being a caregiver because it means someone needs him. he likes taking care of others, feels like he needs to do so, and taking care of a regressor just comes naturally to him. as long as he doesn't burn himself out, and he lets his kiddo help him, too, he is a fantastic caregiver ♡

[winniemaywebber]

'in love and scared' prompts

22 & 25 for Olive & Dougie 💙

hello nonnie! thanks for the request - writing this one made me soooo soft and mushy <3

from this prompt list (still trucking on with these, but my inbox is still open for others should any take your fancy!)

under the cut to save space (tw/cw pregnancy)

laying with your back to their chest!!! their hands around your waist

lazy kisses, softly sighing and gasping into each other's mouths.!!

 It seemed everyone Olive spoke to these days -  once they’d spotted that ever growing baby bump (who could miss it, in fact?) -  was telling her to get as much rest as she possibly could, because there’d be none of that once the baby arrived. She runs that thought over in her head with a titter, sleep not having come for her now for the past four nights. If it wasn’t grisly heartburn making her nauseous, it was the being stuck with only two sleeping positions, both of them disastrously uncomfortable. Olive was beginning to miss silly things like sleeping on her back and being able to drink something other than milk to keep that angry acid reflux away. Sometimes, it was a hefty kick in the bladder multiple times a night that got her out of bed to use the bathroom, the act of walking and switching on lights being enough to pull anyone out of drowsiness, but especially a tired pregnant woman. Sometimes, Olive feels like she’s the only person in the whole world that’s wide awake - tonight, especially, that thought is too much to bear. 

The kick comes, along with the other small foot tucking itself into her ribcage. This is what makes her yelp in pain as she peels her husband off her to make her way to the bathroom, James Douglass waking up at the sound and movement with his signature snort. 

“Babydoll, what’s up?”

“Your darn daughter won’t stop booting me,” she cries, fat, hot tears dripping down her swollen cheeks. “I need to pee again and she’s got a foot in my ribs. A foot, James! It hurts, this all hurts and I am tired and I haven’t slept…” her voice drifts as it cracks with her rambles, her hands now covering her face to muffle the sobs. “How am I supposed to get rest before she gets here if I can’t get comfortable and when I need the bathroom every few minutes?” “Honey, shh,” he soothes, clambering out of the blankets and kneeling in front of her, kissing her stomach gently. “Relax, hm?” “I’m trying,” she snarls through gritted teeth, the foot finally shifting but now kicking at her stomach. 

“Hey, now,” he replies, sitting next to her. “I’m trying to help,” “I know, I know,” she exhales, wiping her eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m just–”

She sees the cogs whirring in his head - she’s sure she’d see a lightbulb go off on top of his head with the face he makes when he comes up with an idea. She’s even sure she hears a little ping! as his eyes widen, his cute face totally melting her heart. 

“Why don’t I run you a bath?” Amazed she didn’t think of that for herself, she nods keenly. “Gosh, yes please, honey. That would be wonderful.”

He stands, kisses her forehead and pads to the bathroom, Olive hearing the faucet squeak as it turns on. She hears her husband humming softly from the bathroom as he opens cabinet doors to find the bath salt and bubbles, him sniffing at each to make sure they’re up to par for his grumpy wife. Within a few moments, it’s done, the steam billowing out of the door. 

“Ready, beloved!” he calls, Olive beginning to shed her clothes and place them on the bed. 

***

“Aaah,” she breathes out, the warm water enveloping her and instantly relaxing every aching muscle. The warmth and the ease seems to calm the baby too, the kicks now less violent but more making sure everyone knew she was still awake. “That’s better, huh?” Olive says, stroking at her swollen stomach. “Much better.” 

James sits on the floor, head on the sink. His eyes softened in total adoration at the sight in front of him as he smiles, just watching Olive relax in the warm water.

“Honey?” she murmurs. “Wanna get in with me?”

He gets up with such gusto that he bangs his head on the porcelain sink, Olive laughing at the sound. “Holy shit, slow down,” she cackles, her whole body shaking with it. “Are you okay?”

“Yep…fuck, that hurt.” “Come on, klutz. Get in.”

He slips in the water behind her, pulling her towards him and having her back rest on his chest. His hands top hers, stroking bubbles and warm water over the bump. 

“I’m sorry I was mean,” she sniffles, taking his hand and kissing it.

“Not mean, just grumpy,” he replies, his cheek resting on her hair. “Cmere,” he whispers, adjusting with a small splash so he can reach her mouth. His hand on her face, he kisses her slowly, the loveliness of it causing Olive to gasp and sigh into his mouth. 

“Better?” he asks, kissing the tip of her nose.

“Mmm…much.”

[kyojurosprettygirl]

If you're willing to write for demons, can you do a short Akaza x fem slayer story?? One where the reader keeps chasing him because he refuses to fight her on account of her being a woman? It could be a cute enemies to rivals to lovers, maybe even be a little angsty. I would imagine the y/n's bewilderment that the gosh darn uppermoon 3 wouldn't kill her, or that she's insulted that he refuses to fight.

a/n: OH EM GEE. NONNIE THIS IS PURE GOLD. i feel you've read my mind , and it's a little scary . i've had smth similar in my head for MONTHS and you don't know how excited i am to write this now that i have a baseline!!! XD this has given me much more inspiration for it and surprisingly more leeway . it's kind of hard to keep my stories short... ;;; I HOPE YOU ENJOY REGARDLESS X)))) I WONT LIE, this was super hard to write.

the sun will always rise.

Akaza x Demon Slayer! Fem! reader

for each and every kill a slayer makes, it counts as a single but notable step toward the designated finish line. the finish line where humans will be safe from harm; where a corps dedicated to killing demons wouldn't have the need to exist. it should be a simple thing, you realize. in hindsight, people think you just train, kill, and repeat, until finally your flame dies out and your just another warrior who's sacrificed their life without a name left behind, depending on how much you killed that is.

In reality, though, the corps is much more complex. There are ranks, hidden villages, hidden faces, and most notably demons who were once human too. who were once filled with their own ideologies, their own minds and voices, they were once a full glass rather than an empty shell of what once was. Some, too far gone, others, just unfortunate people who fell into the deep end. It is when you fight with a demon when the complexity really set's in, you hear them, feel them even, and although some are easy to ignore, other's are much harder. and for you, it was always harder, your empathetic nature toying with your mind and heart. it was something you connect well with the young slayer you've come to know as Tanjiro, but you differ in one thing, you find killing the demons much easier than he does. choosing to ignore their pasts to reduce the risk of dying, using the most painful form you know on them. It's how you got into this mess to begin with.

your feet ache, burn even, trying their hardest to keep up with your mind who seems to not have any limits. your fingers are numb, your cheeks burn, and your neck itches from the cloth constantly rubbing on it because of the frantic movement. for the second time tonight, another strong demon made it's way into your line of vision. though its more unfortunate for them than it is for you, you're still human and your body begs to succumb to the comfortable earth below you. the fight was drawn out, too much for your liking, making your patience to run extremely thin. dodging it's attacks left and right, you spoke out to the demon, surprisingly finally hitting a nerve. when the demon had stopped to tell you it's sorrows, how it feels, you called a form and decapitated it without second thought, it having given you an opening. you dropped your blade and keeled to where it's head laid and you gently picked it up, facing it toward you.

"I wish you a comfortable trip to hell." you rasp out. gently placing it's head on the ground as the sun rises, it's body ashing out into nothing. you sigh and look at the unlit part of the forest, noticing piercing eyes in the shadows. in curiosity, you appear infront of the demon in a split second, him barley dodging your blade. his eyes go wide in surprise and he groans in frustration, disappearing into what's left of the dark. he was gone just as fast as you appeared and you decided to ignore it, convincing yourself it was simply your lack of sleep.

but it happened again. and again. and you began to grow frustrated. you began to seek the demon out, and every time you got close, he'd dodge and refuse to fight you. At first, it was one-sided, where you seeked him out, he tried to avoid you, just wanting to complete muzans orders, but the closer you got to tracking him down, you began to interfere greatly with his orders. orders of which when failed to complete, he'd have his blood wrung dry, but still keeping his morale of not intentionally hurting you. you were a woman, it would be wrong. and, it was your job. could he really blame you?

"what the hell." he thinks, as he dodges another one of your hits, you're much faster than what he's used to, so you must be a high ranked slayer. He splays his arm out in an attempt to grab your blade from you when he heals the blade into his skin , but it's futile when you catch onto it and twist, creating another wound where you have enough time it grab it back. as the sun began to creep up, he knew he had to get out of the fight quickly, but he knew you well enough to the point where you wouldn't drop it that easy. you huffed, a slight smile gracing your features, and for a moment he's enamored, your strength is admirable and your beauty shines through the roughness of your hits, but he doesn't stare too long. Instead, he runs from under you when you jump, and runs deep into the dark forest. He hears your scream of frustration as you begin to chase after him, except going the opposite direction. he exhales, you were going to be a problem, he could already feel it. so he opted from then on to hide away from you, knowing you were constantly chasing to kill him.

sooner or later though, for every slayer he was ordered to kill, you'd come in and save double. For every place he managed to hide himself in, you'd cover them head to toe in wisteria poison residue. For every item he'd need to retrieve, you'd try to combat with him, leaving him no choice but to leave and go back empty handed. you can only imagine how angered he was becoming. where he'd usually draw fights out, get to know the powerful slayers, and even give them more chances to kill him, he found himself just wanting to kill them immediately as a means to save himself from your wrath. you were everywhere, wherever he was, you somewhere were always there. he figured it was your crow. It was getting to the point where he was thinking of letting go of his morals, maybe you would be the only exception to his rule. he hated your existence, and was hoping another demon would do the job for him. he realized you were specifically targeting him, and it's what angered him even more. he decided he'd start to put his hand's on you, and use a few words, maybe then you'll get off his ass.

you panted as you finally managed to get him on the ground. he had no way out of this, unless he hurt you, and oh was he tempted. you make a move to cut his head off, a gleam of relief running in your eyes, one he caught onto. he then grabbed your hips and rolled into a position where you laid under him, getting off as fast as he could and attempting to take his leave. you grunt, chasing him and he grabs your wrist before your blade could make contact with him. 'why won't he just fight back.' you think, your eyes widening at how gentle his grasp was. you furrow your brow, jerking your hand off and kicking him, creating a wave of dirt dusting over your vision. "why do you run from me! just get up and fight me!" frustration was evident in your voice, and he laughed at it. god, you sounded like inosuke, you realize. "you just don't give up." he grunts, he looks you in the eyes and you realize he's an uppermoon. "because you are a woman." and at that your face is one of bewilderment. 'this entire time!' you think. you make a move to throw him deeper into the forest but he dodges and runs into the forest. again. you groan and notice the sun was beginning to peak from the horizon. "it's now or never, demon!" you scream, and chase after him. it was a fruitless chase.

he thought it would have led to you giving up, but it instead became a game of cat and mouse. whenever you did encoutner him, you'd push for answers, for him to just hit you back, deem you worhty of his time, but he just rushed out of the match. leaving you at the same time the moon did.

his comment made you assume you thought he was weak, and knowing he was uppermoon three fed into those assumptions. he only ever fought the highest rank slayers, you noted, and he was almost always victorious in them, except for those who made it til sunrise, two to be exact, and they would talk about how he just never gave up, how he seemed eager to elongate their fight. although, that was years ago, and you weren't even sure if he was considered the third uppermoon then. this continued on for months, and fueled your ambition even more. yet as the days passed, you began to falter more and more, your spark dimming by the seconds. you felt weak, and knowing you weren't was different than feeling you weren't, you felt unworthy, and a demon's word's shouldn't hit as deep as Akazas did. he fought Rengoku, a hashira you grew to know well, and from what he had told you, you just grew insecure. you felt guilty, he survived by a single thread, and instead of wanting to avenge him, you just wanted to be recognized by the demon. you selfishly wanted him to ask you to be a demon, to ask for your name and say that you were gifted. you had soon given up on the chase, guilt eating at you faster than the fire you had in you did. but the fire of wanting to kill him remained in you regardless, laying dormant and behind your old wounds.

as you walk mindlessly, you only notice the moon when you walk into a small running river, the coldness easing the ache in your feet. it was a long day, and you'd just completed a mission the master had given you. you sit on a rock and let the water dance around your ankles, giggling when small pebbles tickled you. you sigh and close your eyes and enjoy the night, trying to find the person you once were before encountering the demon. he hadn't left your mind since, and knowing his name had simply made it harder. your brows furrow in subconscious annoyance. you were sick, sick of him unintentionally controlling your life. "fuck off , Akaza" you groan, opening your eyes. and as the saying goes, speak of the devil and he shall appear. you jump and squeal when he suddenly appears next to you, the height difference increasing as he isn't sitting down. "what the Fuck." you say, trying to get your blade, but stopping when he just laughs. it's soft, and you decide to just give up. he notices your lack of reaction, and sits next to you on the ground. at this point you were both at eye level, and you felt embarrassed that you needed a rock to reach his eyes while sitting. he doesn't know what to say, and neither do you, your interactions were only your attempts to kill him, and him trying to avoid your strikes. you break the silence. "why are you here." and he hears your voice differently for the first time. rasps he's gotten used to aren't there, and it lacks loudness. it's silky, and it pricks at his skin. he can admire you now, he thinks, and he savors every second. he decides to respond truthfully. "i want to know your name." you gasp, its almost ghostly sounding, but he catches on. you feel regret fill your mouth the same way saliva does before you vomit, but instead it's for being happy about a demon asking for your name, and the acidity soon to come is you giving it to him. you contemplate it, and you face him, his breath hitches at finally seeing your relaxed face. your crazy wild eyes are now sharp and gleam the same way gold would, your mouth isn't in a tight frown but instead a slight smile, he assumes it's how it naturally falls. you open your mouth to speak, before your brows furrow, an expression he's gotten used to. "you don't need it." you state. your tone is firm and a familiar coldness returns to it. he hums, "but i wan't it" you tilt your neck back, and sigh, 'oh what the hell'. "y/n." your gaze turns to him and he feels his blood rush, he hates how you easily put him in a trance. "i wan't to kill you." you say boldly, and he lets out a laugh before he realizes your serious. "do you even hear yourself?" and he laughs again. you grab your blade and stab it into his heart, a hit that would have killed anybody normal. "loud and clear, uppermoon three." and he gets goosebumps from your voice. Akaza decides to humor you, and grabs your blade to throw it at you, knowing you would easily avoid it. he sees excitement in your face and smiles at it, it wouldn't hurt to humor you, he just needed to be very careful. Although your skeptical you decide if you die fighting him, people would see it as an honorable death, and it would ease you in your final moments.

Akaza felt guilty. he was there for one reason only. to kill you. it was an order from muzan, and as much as he wanted to remain loyal to the man, he couldn't. "you aren't serving me as efficiently as before, I believe it's the Kinoe." he was right. and it was then when he stated he was to kill her, or he'd kill them both himself. He wasn't going to kill you himself, he was going to have a smaller demon do the work for him, but he wanted to know you, wanted to do what he couldn't do before. He was gravitating toward you, and he wasn't given any room to pull way. He thought it'd be okay to let you spend our last moments doing what you wanted. To fight him.

But the fight turned a different way than he thought.

each sentence you spoke, each sassy remark, you'd made him more intrigued. he found himself wanting to know everything about you, and as the night went on, after you cleanly sliced the lower demons dead and continued to speak as if nothing happened, he felt he was ready to give up his loyalties. he was afraid, you spoke for the entire night and he had to decide to kill you and execute his duties as muzans right hand, or, if he'd die with you. as the sun rose, reminding him the same way an hourglass would, he decides to run. again. but this time, with a promise to see you again. you land one more hit and he trips you, catching your arm before you hurt yourself on a jagged rock. he positions you as you catch your balance, and he holds your blade in his hand, his palm bleeding as he digs it deeper. "you could use more work on your form." he chuckles, and you simply snicker. "i haven't done this fighting style for hundreds of years y'know." he hums, and walks into the forest, he needed an excuse, and a way to hide the night he went through from muzan.

deep shit, you think.

this continues again, and again, until eventually, you know more of Akaza than you do your own family. night after night, saying goodbye when the sun rose. he was able to make it seem like you'd been killed, ofcourse not with his own hands, muzan wouldn't believe it, and you never got in the way of his missions.

it felt wrong, but the way he ignited you pushed you to continue the growing relationship. but you knew deep down, eventually it would slip, and muzan would find out, if not him, then your comrades. but to both you, you stopped minding it.

you were killed, in a torturous way infront of akaza, muzan had found out, and it was one of the moments that made it easier for him to not grow his head back when decapitated. he figured if it was you who he was meeting again, then maybe death was the answer.

funfact! he refused to let you walk with him to hell. he made sure you both wen't separate ways, but once he made it far enough, you ran back to him and you both fell to the depths together.

'you don't belong here.'

'i do. if i was a saint, i would have never met you.'

[starxluv]

||Kaede and Korekiyo with a Obsessive/Stalker G/N Reader

i guess you could take this in a yandere sense if you want to 🤷‍♀��

oh yeah, and I’m making this take place in the killing game

Kaede Akamatsu 🎹💗

On the first day that you guys met, you were a bit too ‘clingy’.

It was odd, but she just assumed that you were just being overly friendly and acted like that with everyone.

Well, she didn’t exactly see you interact with anyone else but her.

In the morning, you were always standing at the door of her dorm room.

“Good morning Kaede! I see you’re ready to head to the dining hall, we should go there together!”

“Er…How long have you been standing here?”

“About 30 minutes.”

The odd thing about it is that you seemed to not notice anything wrong with the way you acted.

“You don’t see anything weird about that?”

Kaede asked you, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

“Nope!” You exclaimed as you grabbed her hand and started walking towards the school.

She was definitely feeling fear rise in her stomach, what was stopping you from killing her on the spot?

“You look so cute today! Did you do something new with your hair?”

Kaede was surprised, she did infact do a new thing with her hair. But, it was very hard to see.

“Wow, you really pay attention to me that much? I’m flattered, Y/N.”

“Of course I do! I watch you every single day.”

That’s when Kaede stopped walking, all of the alarms went off in her head.

“W-watch me? What do you mean ‘you watch me daily’?”

“Well, I watch you play piano, talk to Shuichi, sleep-“

“SLEEP?” Kaede cut you off once she heard that you watch her sleep.

“Not only are those things you just mentioned you weren’t there for. But, sleep?! What the fuck…?”

“Of course I watch you sleep, doesn’t everyone watch people rest?”

“NO. No, no, no! Only creeps do that.”

“Oh. Good thing I’m not a creep.”

She looked up at you, stepping away slowly.

“Sorry about this, but I think it’s best if I walk to the dining hall…alone…”

“Aww, why?”

You asked as she sprinted away from you.

Little did she know, this wasn’t the last she’d see you at her front door.

Korekiyo Shinguji📚

He thought you were very ‘interesting’.

That’s his replacement word for weird af.

Nobody really paid any attention to him, but you did.

He was very observant of his surroundings, and well, you weren’t the best at hiding.

“Y/N, what are you doing?”

He looked at you dead in the eye as you were trying to hide in a bush.

“……just living life….”

He feels flattered that you’re so interested in him, It’s very unusual for him.

(i’m trying so goddamn hard not to make this NSFW 😩)

He didn’t even introduce himself to you, yet you were already all over him.

“Kukuku, your rather ‘special’ nature makes you all the more beautiful.”

Though, he does get annoyed by it sometimes. Especially when he’s trying to do something in private.

—————————————————————————-

Korekiyo was planning his infamous ‘seesaw attack’ as he messed with the floorboards.

“Hey Kiyo!”

He turned around as he saw you standing right behind him with a big grin on your face.

“W-what the-? How did you get in?! I locked the door!”

“I couldn’t get in so I took off the door, duh!”

Kiyo looked behind you to see that you quite literally used a screwdriver to unscrew the door off.

“Anyways, what are you doing?”

He knew he couldn’t actually tell you what he was doing, that would fuck up his entire plan.

But, he was very aware of your obsession with him, so perhaps you could help him.

“Hm, well Y/N, I’m working on an ‘experiment’ with these floorboards. I’m trying to see if they’re are capable of harming a human being.”

“Of course they’re capable of harming people, Kiyo. I’m not stupid. Tell me the truth.

Gosh darn it, he really did think that excuse would work with you.

It felt like his only option was to tell you the truth, if you didn’t want to help afterwards, he could just kill you.

“If you insist, I shall give you the truth, I’m setting up a murder trap.”

You stared at him, thinking to yourself if you should, run or stay.

It wasn’t completely morally correct to stay and help, but you stalking him proved that you barely have morals.

“Can I help?”

“Of course, Y/N.”

Korekiyo proceeded to win the killing game and live a good life. You died with all the others.

[nattikay]

I'd like to hear 3 from you, I bet it's some cute Sully family stuff

3.) An off-screen scene you wanted to see?

YA DARN RIGHT IT’S SOME CUTE SULLY FAMILY STUFF, IT’S ALLLLL THE CUTE SULLY FAMILY STUFF BABEYYYY

For real though, I would’ve adored to see more of this. Especially when the kids were very young. Consider, for example:

Jake constantly carrying his baby(s) around to all his olo’eyktan duties.

Neytiri telling them all the traditional Omatikaya stories and singing them songs (according to the visual dictionary one of the earliest beads on Neteyam’s songcord represents the first lullaby he remembers being sung to him like excuse me??! 😭)

Mo’at recognizing Kiri’s inherent connection to Eywa and kinda taking her under her wing

Little Kiri going around nonchalantly befriending all the animals like a big blue Disney princess…to the point that she gets her ikran wayyyy earlier than usual just by asking it to be her friend (that part’s canon lol)

Jake’s own Na’vi language skills improving exponentially as his kids start learning to talk

The general mix of wholesome and chaos as Jake and Neytiri learn to be parents for the first time and all the stuff that comes with that, especially given how quickly they had their first three, them going around trying to wrangle their little toddler army…but despite the chaos they just love each other and their kids so much, the RDA is gone and the clans are at peace and they’re just so happy right now and wouldn’t have it any other way—

like bruh give me three hours of that and I won’t even have a heart anymore because it will have all melted in to a great big puddle of sugar-coated sap on the floor 😭😭😭 we got very brief little snippets of it at the start of the movie and it was wonderful but gosh dangit I want mooooooooore aahhhhhh

oh, here’s a more specific silly scene that I was discussing with @barking-in-the-dark recently:

So imagine that Jake and Neytiri need a babysitter for Neteyam and Kiri when Lo’ak is ready to be born. Mo’at can’t do it since she is of course assisting with the birth, and Jake’s next thought was OH! NORM AND MAX!

So now human!Norm and Max are stuck with a pair of comically oversized not-quite-toddlers for a few hours 

Norm quickly gives up and leaves for about 10 minutes to link up with his avatar. Max swears those were the most chaotic (non-war-related) 10 minutes of his life.

Neteyam is already walking at this point and he wants to be everywhere. Kiri isn’t yet (I headcanon that Neteyam started walking significantly earlier than Kiri did even though they are probably less than a month apart in age, partly because he is described as a natural athlete and “golden child” and partly because Kiri is just too easily distracted by her surroundings to think much about walking)—anyways, Kiri can’t walk just yet but boy howdy can she crawl and if you take your eyes off of her too long she will disappear, she practically needs a balloon tied around her waist so her caretakers can keep track of her

Spider, currently around 2 years old, also happens to be in the lab at the time and that kid can climb

so poor Max is now having to chase after Neteyam (who may only be year old but Na’vi as a species are big so he already comes up to Max’s torso), stop Spider from getting into all the equipment that should be way out of his reach but isn’t because he moves like a monkey, AND keep a constant eye on Kiri so she doesn’t wander off and vanish chasing some stray insect or something 

It gets a lot better when Norm returns in his avatar, but those 10 minutes were rough lol

[ghostradiodylan]

Hey I’m the anon that sent in the ask about Nick getting his leg cut off! Thank you for answering it and I’m glad you think it’s an interesting idea!

I wanted to expand on it a little if that’s okay….

Who do you think would end up doing it? Maybe one of the counselors in the poolroom with him would ask Dylan about his hand being gone and then suggest the idea for Nick?

Or maybe, sometime during the night after Abi shoots him and he runs away, Nick is back in human form. He’s just sitting there, thinking, then he remembers Dylan’s hand being gone and puts two and two together. He ends up finding something sharp in the woods (like a machete or some razor wire) and cutting the leg off himself. Maybe there would have to be some QTEs the player has to catch in order for him to do it right. Maybe in this scenario, his survival is dependent on Jacob or Emma. If Jacob and/or Emma are alive and/or uninfected, one of them will find him and help him back to the main camp house where he can take refuge in the storm shelter with Abi and/or Emma. If neither of them are alive, however, he would be alone in the woods and bleed out, making another possible death for him.

In either scenario, there could also be a cute scene with Nick and Emma in the storm shelter where he apologizes to her and they reconcile.

Sorry for rambling! I just think this would be a cool alternative idea for Nick so he is shown more in the game!

Hey anon, sorry for taking so long to get to this (and to my other asks, I swear I will answer them all eventually!)

Here’s part 1 of this ask

Adding what @fullmoonhijinks said in a reblog here too to keep it all in the conversation:

"I suddenly super need to know if the lycanthrope is more curse or more infection. Like, it operates a bit as both, obviously, but is it like venom? We know people have different tolerances for it, some take longer to change - is that a constitution thing? Jacob does take the longest time to change, but Nick is one of the shortest. Emma takes a different amount of time depending if she was bitten by Max or Caleb, so are different werewolves different levels of toxic? Is it about the location of the bite? Does it travel via the bloodstream or the lymphatic system? Would a tourniquet or pressure immobilisation bandaging help stave it off? In Australia we're taught how to treat snake bites in infants school, if Nick had insisted on that kind of first aid would he have made it long enough for Laura to explain and for a choice about amputation to be made? Would they have believed Laura's story without seeing Nick transform?

Juicy, juicy alternate realities..."

So I think this is super relevant to anon's question as far as: how soon do we need to cut to stop the spread, and how do we know where to cut to stop the spread?

My instinct is that even by the time Dylan suggests amputation for Nick, it would already be too late (not that anyone is going for it anyway), but I don't know that for sure. We see the black branching up Dylan's arm pretty quickly after he gets bitten, but cutting off his hand still takes care of it, so it's like the physical bite itself is somehow continuing to spread the infection for some unknown amount of time.

So, yeah, no idea how much time we'd have to do it. You definitely wouldn't want to risk doing it too late and ending up limbless AND infected, unless you're pretty darn sure that transforming would cause the limb to grow back. I don't know that I think entire limbs would grow back, I tend to hc that the amputation wound would heal if you were infected, but that's it. But, as with many parts of the lore in this game, it's unclear! We don't see if Laura's eye is actually just badly damaged or if that's a truly empty socket, it's just a dark void in her face.

Anyway, Nick cutting his own leg off with razor wire would be metal as fuck, but I can't imagine him actually doing that!

Part of me wants to say Abi should have to be the one to cut Nick's leg off so we get couples maiming each other symmetry with Dylan and Ryan, but I don't think she'd be able to do it, she's so mild-mannered and I hc her as not being good with blood at all. She does manage to shoot Nick with a shotgun if you choose that though, so maybe I'm not giving her enough credit!

You know who probably would be willing to do it, though? Jacob. Jacob might actually be impulsive enough to cut Nick's leg off with a hacksaw or something if he's around at the right time.

We were just talking in the Discord about needing a 'stop the bleeding' qte for Dylan, something like that would be fun for Nick too. Go find a tourniquet! (I love the possibility of a tourniquet actually slowing the infection too, even without amputating, that's such a good thought!)

Lots to chew on about infections and amputations, for sure!

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Going off that Caleb and Philip idea, short story request please!

Caleb and Philip go with Evelyn to the market. Caleb has Philip in a baby sling on his back because Philip has been misbehaving.

Philip is grumpy because his situation means he has to go wherever Caleb goes. The only good thing he can find about it is that being attached to Caleb's back means he doesn't have to look at Evelyn.

The idea that anon is talking about.

And you got it!

I hope this is okay! <3

Plz share ur thoughts if u can! 💕 <3

😤 The Grouchy Baby 👶

"I can walk you know," Little Pip grumbled as he was tied to the baby sling on his brother's back.

The two siblings were currently at the Bonesborough marketplace with Evelyn.

She figured it be fun to show the two around.

Their reaction to everything was PRICELESS.

She couldn't stop laughing.

Humans made the most absurd faces.

"Well, you've lost your walking privileges," Caleb would sternly state.

Ever since they came to the market, his baby brother has been on a bad behavior spree.

Insulting random strangers, attempting to set shops on fire, going on rants about chaos.

It was too much.

He couldn't be trusted to walk on his own.

"No fair!" Philip would argue, a sour look on his face.

How could Caleb do this to him?

He was 12 years old!😤

He was practically an adult!😤

A gosh darn grown up, not some dumb baby!

He should not be treated this way.😠

It was unjust.😤

Caleb sighed. "Once you show me that you can be good, you'll earn them back."

"Once you show me that you can be good, you'll earn them back," Philip rudely mimics.

Caleb frowns at this. "Being a smart mouth will only increase your time." The elder informs, looking back at his brother, only to see that he was gone.

Brown eyes widen in shock. "Huh?! How did he--?!"

"FREE!" A child triumphantly screams.

Turning around, Caleb saw Philip sprinting away at full speed. "Philip, get back here!" The elder would demand.

"NEVER!" He shouts back. A cute, cunning smile crept on his face.

Time to cause problems on purpose. >:D

Screw witches! >:3

"Oh, no, you don't."

Suddenly, Philip feels himself being magically lifted up. "Huh?"

An unseen force then carries him back to Caleb before he has a chance to question what was happening. "Hey! Let me go!"

Pip tries to flee, but can't.

"You're going back on Caleb's back," Evelyn would say, using her magic to tie Philip back to his baby sling.

Caleb gave his girlfriend a satisfied smile. "Thank you, Evelyn."

"Of course!" She smiles back.

Meanwhile Philip huffs in defeat, snuggling into the sling.

"Whatever. At least I don't have to look at her."

[neptoons1998]

New additions

A/N: This is the last chapter in attoye family fic. I hope you guys enjoyed it, until next time.

Okoye and Attuma knew it was going to be a busy day. Okoye got the greenlit to go home from the hospital four days ago. The new parents were taking their time and basking in the joy of being new parents. 

Twins, Attuma’s mind was still reeling from that fact. Okoye and Attuma were shocked when they receive their ultrasound when the twins were just embryos. The couple took the new surprise in stride. Just double the number of baby needs on their list.  The day has finally come, the pair had to introduce the new babies to their crazy (loving) family. 

"You know, I always thought newborn babies looked like potatoes. but these twins are pretty darn cute! " Shuri said as she held Yuxkin, Okoye was using Attuma’s chest as a pillow while sitting on the couch. The woman was still healing from giving birth but it was nice to see her young cousin falling in love with twins. 

 Yaxkin was livelier than Yunuen. Yaxkin constantly was wiggling in people’s arms when they held him.  Attuma was still having a hard time knowing which one was Yaxkin and the other Yunuen, Okoye thought out a plan on making the twins different colors until Attuma knew the pair without a second glance. The doorbell rang  Shuri too consume in watching Yaxkin learn he could move his arms in different places; Attuma got off the couch to open the door. 

"I believe congratulations are in order, “ There stood Aneka and Ayo. the couple was holding baskets of gifts for the new parents, “Where're the new additions? "

Aneka quickly washed her hands before she took Yunuen out of Attuma’s hands, “Aww he’s so cute for a wrinkling bean.”

Okoye rolled her eyes in jest, “Can you stop insulting my babies, They literary aren’t a week old yet.”

Aneka ignores her sister-in-law as she continued blowing raspberries at Yunuen, “You should be grateful that they came out cute. Y’know how some babies have to grow into their looks.”

“Let me see him,” Ayo said to her wife. Ayo placed her hands and arms in the correct way to hold the newborn. Yunuen gave a quick sneeze causing Ayo to look at him lovingly. Before the couple could pull out their phones to take photos the doorbell rang again. Attuma quickly got up from the crouch; Namora and Namor smiled as they went inside the couple's small home. 

“Congrats on procreating with a woman who likes you,” Namora spoke as she carefully looked at Yunuen. 

Attuma could only smirk at his cousin's sassy comment, “Thanks, I tried to make you proud.”

Before the pair could truly rib on each other, Yaxkin a sad cry tired of being in Shuri’s hold. 

"Welcome to parenthood, you shall never know peace again,” Namor replied as he watch Shuri handing off  Yaxkin back to his father. 

Attuma gave his older cousin a soft smile, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[burnwater13]

Fennec Shand and the Mandalorian on Ossus firing their weapons at the stormtroopers who have landed to recapture Grogu. Terrain is rocky and 'fallen' stormtroopers can be seen in the background. Image from The Mandalorian, Season 2, Episode 6, The Tragedy. Calendar by DataWorks.

“Cut!”

The scene ended and the actors were giving Jon a very strange look. There must have been a technical problem, because everyone made their marks, nailed their lines and the energy was really great. They all almost believed that they were in a galaxy far, far away. At least that’s what they said during the behind the scenes special that was also being filmed that day. 

Various members of the crew sighed. At least one of the grips had seen what happened and while they had done everything they could not to laugh out loud, they weren’t surprised that Jon had caught it too. He had a great eye for details and you couldn’t miss that one. The little guy, Grogu, had flipped the ‘bird’ at his scene partner. Not the puppeteers who worked with the ‘stunt’ double. The actual Child from that galaxy far, far away. 

“Grogu, buddy, pal… what was that about? That scene looked great. The energy was great. Why did you choose to spoil it? Now we have to do the whole thing over. That takes time. People are going to be late to lunch. What’s going on here?”

Jon was being quiet. No one else needed to know what he was talking to Grogu about. He was sure some of the cast and crew had seen it too. There had been a smattering of laughter that he hoped could be edited out or covered with music when that scene went to editing. But if they saw Grogu flip ‘Mando’ the ‘bird’, then the audience would too and it was still cheaper to do the scene than to edit that in post. 

“Pinched me.”

Grogu’s tone was annoyed, but he was narrowing his eyes as he looked across the room at the offending Mandalorian. Dank farrik! Jon did not want to see anyone in the cast find out about the Force the hard way. It had happened once before during rehearsals on season one according to Taika. Some one had done something that Grogu didn’t like and they had found themselves in a pile on the other side of the set. That’s when they put a serious effort into making the ‘stunt’ double and bringing in the puppeteers. 

“Grogu, buddy. I’m sure it was a mistake. An honest mistake. I’ll talk to them and it won’t happen again. I promise.”

Grogu sighed and then nodded his head. As long as it was Jon’s problem he would be fine. Jon always honored his word. 

Jon walked over to ‘Mando’ and had a hushed conversation with them. First things first, don’t pinch the kid. Grogu didn’t like it. It wasn’t what anyone should do. 

“But the kid’s so darn cute! Ya know the way TV adds ten pounds the kid just always looked a little fat to me. But when you meet ‘em in person, he’s so cute! Just like a puppy! How could I not pinch those cheeks? Come on, Jon. You know me. It’s like my grandkid was on the set.”

“I get it. I do. He is adorable. Everyone falls in love with him as soon as they see him. Even George. But he doesn’t like having his cheeks pinched. Even if you were his Nonno, he wouldn’t like it.  You’re not a spring chicken any more. Do you think you can stick the landing like you did as the Penguin?”

“What? What the hell are you talking about? I haven’t done stunts in years!”

“Exactly my point. The last person who pinched his cheeks had to be checked out at the ER. You don’t want that. I don’t want that. He doesn’t want that.”

“Cripes, Jon! Why didn’t you warn me? I’d have treated him like a tomato or an egg. A sweet little green egg… I’ll apologize to the kid. It’s all my fault. I don’t want there to be any bad blood. I was just in the moment ya know?”

“Good. Just be patient. He’s the key to everything around here. If he gets upset, his dad is going to want to take him home. We still have a lot of season to shoot and we can’t do it without him.”

“No problem, Jon. I got ya covered.”

The ‘Mando’ walked over to Grogu and stopped a couple of feet away. He wanted to give the kid some space. 

“Hey, kid. I’m sorry. I shoulda known better. It’s just you remind me of my grandkids and I miss ‘em when I’m on set. But I shouldn’t ‘ve done it. What can I do to make amends? Do you like food? I heard you loved pasta. I make a mean ziti bolognese.”

Grogu turned around as soon as he heard the offer for food and studied his foe. 

“And cannoli?”

“Of course cannoli! What kind of Nonno would I be if I didn’t serve cannoli?!”

Yippee!

Grogu had wondered what it would take to get an invite to Danny’s for dinner. Peli bet him ten credits it wouldn’t happen. Ha! This is the Way!

Happy April Fools Day!

[prongsfootandco]

Rating: T Pairing: James/Sirius Summary: James wakes up in the hospital after an accident and can't stop flirting with a very handsome stranger

Sirius knew he should be worried. They were in St. Mungos for Merlin’s sake. That was never a good sign, and yet there he was barely able to stop himself from laughing as his husband was laying on the bed just minutes after waking up from a healing coma. The healers had been spectacular after Sirius had carried a barely alive James into the hospital after a particularly nasty run in with Death Eaters. There had been more blood on Sirius’ shirt than should have been possible, and James had been ghostly pale. For one horrifying moment, Sirius had thought it was too late. 

But the healers had whisked James away, levitating him straight into a private room. The door had been locked, and Sirius had been left pacing the halls for hours until finally one healer announced that his husband was asleep but stable… for now. 

That had been two days ago. Sirius was now sporting one of James’ old jumpers, thanks to one Lily Evans who had physically dragged Sirius back to Potter Manor for a shower and a change of clothes. But most importantly, whatever potions James had been given for the pain had sent his husband a little loopy. 

James seemed to have forgotten who Sirius was and the fact they were married. Really it shouldn’t be funny, and if it had been anyone else then Sirius probably would have been utterly devastated, but James was just being so darn cute, it was impossible not to laugh. 

“Hey, gorgeous,” James slurred for not the first time. “Look I’m sure your husband is very pretty, but I’m prettier. Come on, what do you say Mr. Prettiest?”

“I’m afraid I’m stupidly in love with my husband, James. Nothing you can say will change my mind,” Sirius said as seriously as he could, but it was a struggle. 

“Aww, but you’re so hot! Ten out of ten, no! Fourteen out of ten… no.. wait. What’s a bigger number than fourteen?”

Merlin, he was so dumb. Why was Sirius attracted to him?

“Fifteen?”

James beamed and tried to throw his hands in the air, but the magical charms kept him pinned safely on the mattress after he’d tried to get up twice already. “You are fifteen out of ten! I would absolutely snog the pants off of you, I bet your husband can’t do that!”

Now, Sirius would like to say that James had been more suave when he’d first asked Sirius out on a date in their fifth year, but really it had been rather similar. James Potter had absolutely no game, and yet Sirius had still agreed to marry the man. It wasn’t the smartest decision he’d made, but it was definitely the best. 

“Actually, my husband can do that. He’s very talented with his mouth.” And just like that James froze, all thoughts gone from his head by the looks of it. His jaw dropped and his eyes glazed over. 

Some things really don’t change in the slightest, memory or no memory.

“But I’m very talented with my mouth too! Gimme like… ten minutes to prove it. Best cock sucker in England!”

Just like that, Sirius’ carefully constructed mask broke and he burst out laughing. Only James would try to best himself in a blow job contest in order to secure a date with Sirius. It was unfairly adorable, and Sirius was never going to let him live it down. 

“Do you want to know a secret, darling?”

“You called me darling!” James exclaimed, looking unreasonably happy by this new development so Sirius took it as a ‘yes he did want to know a secret’. 

“ You are my husband.”

“No!” James gasped, giggling uncontrollably. “No way! You’re way too hot.”

“Yes way, James. Keep up the flattery. It will get you everywhere.”

James smirked and cocked his head, attempting his signature smoulder if Sirius wasn’t mistaken, but in reality he just looked like an adorable puppy. “If we’re married, that means you’re stupidly in love me. You said so, no take backs!”

Taking James’ hand, Sirius nodded, giving his husband a reassuring smile. “I promised you forever, Potter. Take backs are off the menu.”

“Are blowjobs on the menu?”

“James!”

The wizard in question pouted. “What?”

“You nearly died, no sex until we get home and you can remember who we are,” Sirius said sternly. 

“But- hot!”

“No.” 

Bloody James Potter and his insatiable libido. Luckily, the amnesia was just a side effect of the painkillers, nothing permanent or concerning, still, Sirius didn’t feel like taking advantage of his horny husband when just days ago he’d been bleeding out in his arms.

“You’re mean, Sirius,” James grumbled. 

“I love you too, sweet heart.”

That was enough to have James beaming at him once more. “You love me,” he sighed dopily, looking like he’d found heaven itself. 

Merlin, Sirius really was married to a fool, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.