#and he's cradling the thing like a baby as a joke but he kinda feels bad for it

[citrine-elephant]

re6 leon the throatgoat au:

"hey helena..." leon's breathless and talking only angers his raging stomach ache more, "you know how to do a c-section?"

"what"

"yknow. like the c virus?" he passes out

[mossygirl333]

Could I request Simon to be relaxing with his female s/o please?

AN: ofc you can!!! We love gentle relaxed Simon <3 (it's kinda short but hopefully it's what you wanted!)

Simon Riley x F!chubby!reader

Tw/Cw: some minor mentions of war and depression, mentions of parenting, slight reference to sex but nothing graphic <3

Simon has always been a stressed man. A pressured man. His childhood. His job. It was one thing after the other, shitty situations with barely any good to catch his breath.

A sinking black pit of oil that was always on the cusp of drowning him. Swallowing up his cries for help, it wasn't like anyone was there to help him.

Until...you?

He never thought he deserved someone like you. Oh perfect and delicate you. The complete opposite of everything he's known in his 34 years old life.

If he had to describe you with one word, it'd be soft. Soft. It's the word to encompass all of you, every single part of you. To your thick hips and squeezable fat, round eyes and plump lips. Dulcet voice and steady hands.

And oh how he begged to go home.

-

His weary feet finally crossed the threshold of your shared home. The smell of food filled his nose, thick and warm, saliva filling his mouth.

"Baby?" You squeak, rushing out of the kitchen and lighting up like a light bulb. Your hands squeezed into fists, fighting the urge to touch him. You knew how difficult it was to become Simon after being Ghost for so long. "Si? Baby?"

His board shoulders drop, stepping heavily through the hallway. He was trailing dirt into the carpet but he could vacuum it up later, he just needed his sweetheart.

You tug him down to your level, burying your face into his neck as his shaky hands come up to grasp at your thick waist. Melting into you, surrounded by your warmth.

"It's me...It's Simon. Your Simon." He could feel your sigh of relief, kissing his temple. Your lip gloss sticky against his skin. "Dinner smells good."

"I made some Yorkshire pudding-" He cuts you off with a long slow kiss, breathing heavily against you. Eyes heavy and closed, palms kneading into you.

"such a good cook." he mumbles against your lips. "Soaps been dying to try your food, I swear it gets on my nerves sometimes." He deepens it, cradling your plump rosy cheeks in his hands, feeling you smile.

"M'glad...You should probably take a shower. Change."

He grumbles when you pull away. A slight smirk tugging at his lips when you peck a kiss against his nose. "Shower with me?"

"Pervert."

"That I am."

-

He sighs, leading back into your hands. Working out the muscles in his back. "Feels s'good."

"God You're tight back here." You look up at his smirk and groan. "Shut your mouth Riley. Don't even say it."

"Wasn't gonna say anything." He murmurs, snickering under his breath. "Just a lot of things are tight when it comes to both our bodies."

You huff, smacking the back of his head. Earning a hardy belly laugh, a full toothy smile slathered on his face. Eyes shining and mischievous, he looks younger when he's laughing. More at peace. Less of that brooding vicious soldier that has more blood on his hands than the average man.

But he would never show you that. Never. You didn't deserve to know that side of him. He turns to you, feeling your fingers scrub into his blonde messy hair. Sudsing up his scalp. "I cant stand you." Your voice is playful, feeling his hands cup your ass.

"Then sit." He smiles again, a groan leaving your mouth as you press it against his again.

"Save the dad jokes for when you're a dad please." You murmur, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck.

"You'd be a good mama." He mumbles, pressing a firm kiss to your forehead.

"I know, I'm just so amazing."

"You are."

[lushaletta]

I have a question??? Could you do Fred Weasley x older sister Potter reader who's he's friends with and like headcanons of their relationship please and thank you

in good hands / fred weasley

pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader

content: mild swearing, older sister potter!reader

summary: being harry potter’s older sister is difficult. you hate watching your little brother get hurt both physically and emotionally, but fred happens to be a great protector.

a/n: MY FRED WEASLEY DEBUT!! george is my fav but fred is so arghghghgh hot. anywayyyy tysm for this request and i’m sorry i didn’t follow it to a t!! i was originally gonna do headcanons as requested but i kinda got in the zone��� i do kinda like this pairing though so i may end up doing hcs eventually anyway! also my bad for this taking FOREVER i’ve been madly busy… love u folks

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Harry comes running into your room, soaked with both rain water and agitation. His broom is immediately tossed to the side and you can’t help but be concerned— you have a feeling you know what this is going to be about, and it’s not the first time.

“Harry?”

“So sick of it! I only try to help, you know? To make things better and no one ever gives a fuck! No gratitude or even kindness, after everything I’ve done.” Your face softens as he inches towards you, even being careful not to get your bed wet with his clothing.

“They’re still mad at you for losing the game? Are you serious?” You’re completely furious. Harry’s had the world on his shoulders since forever and his entire life is a tragedy. He can’t even play a school sport without being reamed for something that’s hardly his fault.

Peeling his jersey off, he crawls into your side and waits for your affection; the only thing he can count on when the world isn’t on his side.

“I tried to fix things, you know? Told Fletcher I was sorry but they’re still pissed, calling me a freak and saying all this crap about Voldemort.” You shush him and cradle his face in your arms. Your heart is breaking because how could anyone treat your baby brother like this, how could anyone see him as something less than precious?

His eyes shimmer but not with the sparkle of joy. They’re teary. “Fuck ‘em all. They’ll come around, Harry. They do eventually.”

It’s not fair what they do to him. He’ll mess something up and half the time it’s out of his control, and suddenly he’s public enemy number one. You’re usually there to help, and so are his friends like Hermione and Ron, but it can’t always be like this.

He’s okay after a while. You amp up the jokes and ruffle his hair and he’s okay. He has dinner with his group and you with yours. It’s a nice evening and all you can do is hope he’s forgetting everything wrong with the world. It seems like he is, because he’s tossing peanuts in the air and catching them in his mouth while Ron is laughing hysterically and Hermione is resting her hand on a judgemental expression.

“Oi, Weasley!” you say, and Fred whips his head towards you. “I’ve got something to ask. A favour.”

He perks up. You were asking him for a favour. He’s been waiting for his in since forever, but he wouldn’t let you know that. “Yeah?” he replies, taking a sip of pumpkin juice.

A quick breath escapes your lips as you lean on him, lashes fluttering and a little grin settled on your face. He can look at you trying to be all persuasive without blushing. He’s stronger than this.

“How about.. you and George look after Harry? I’ve been worried about him, with the whole dementor thing. And after what happened last game, I can’t just sit from the stands and watch him get injured again knowing I didn’t do anything about it. Everyone’s pissed at him.”

Fred softens. His mind races, trying to come up with the cons of the request. He comes up empty. This was an excuse to talk to you more and, well, he already quite liked Harry, so that was no issue. And with your convincing doe eyes, how could he refuse?

He’s taking too long to respond and he knows it, but he can’t stop staring at your pretty face. You clear your throat, prodding for an answer. “Huh? Oh, yeah. The lad’s gonna be in good hands, m’lady,” he winks.

The roll of your eyes makes him smile. “Better make sure of it, Weasley.”

And to shut you up, he shoves a grape between your lips and you smack him across the arm.

From then on, Fred and George made sure no one got in Harry’s way. Someone messed with him, they messed with them. The twins were 190 and a half centimetres of beater strength and poking the bear was on no one’s to-do list, so Harry was pretty much set. Well, not entirely.

All Harry really wants to do is sit down and catch up on the pile of homework he’s missed for Chosen One duties, but some people take that as being haughty.

“Potter. You and your godforesaken hero complex. You think you’re untouchable? What’ll happen if I sock you in the face, huh? You think magic will—“

“Fuck around and find out.”

Finnick Lewis turns around. He immediately backtracks. “Hey, listen, man, I don’t want any trouble.” Fred didn’t miss the nasty glare that Lewis sent Harry on his way out. He’d take care of that one later.

The boy doesn’t really know what’s just happened or why, but he’ll take whatever he can get and he’ll be grateful for it. He mumbles out a thank you before scrambling to his room.

You’d seen Fred’s effort in protecting your brother. He’d done a damn good job at it too, because Harry hadn’t complained much about students in weeks. You’re glad you at least took that load off his shoulders.

“Tell you what, Weasley,” you say nonchalantly, unwrapping a chocolate.

He hums. It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon and he’s trying to finish up an essay. Lupin likes him just fine, but he’s definitely a tough grader.

“If you can make sure Harry’s perfectly uninjured after the next game, I’ll give you a kiss.”

Who cares about Lupin? Fred looks up at you instantly, suddenly feeling the velvet of the chair on his skin. “I’ll totally bite. How many seconds?”

You snort. “The kiss?” He nods. “3 seconds. 5 if I’m feeling generous.”

The essay is forgotten just like that.

The man moved the moon and sun to ensure Harry’s safety on his watch. Lewis and Fletcher had their tails between their legs after a few careful threats and actions to back them up, and Harry felt good. Safe. That’s all that mattered.

Monday arrives and the Quidditch stands are a sea of red and green with Gryffindor particularly antsy as Harry zooms around the pitch, Golden Snitch right within his view but not quite arms reach.

“Potter’s got his eye on the prize! I’ve got mine on too, Johnson looks impeccable in robes, I’ll tell you that much— Sorry, Professor.”

Fred’s holding his own, watching out for any foul play from the Slytherin Seeker whilst batting Bludgers. George is at his side, throwing them out and scoring right into Flint’s stomach.

“Wonderful play from Weasley! Not quite sure which one, but great nonetheless,” Lee says through the megaphone.

Fred’s just about to hit a Bludger into the opposing Keeper’s side, but he spots Harry in the corner of his eye being tailed by Higgs and there’s a nasty Slytherin Bludger coming right for him and he’s flying there immediately.

Harry’s so pumped with adrenaline and focus on the Snitch, he doesn’t even notice the ball coming straight to his nose. Godric knows that would leave a mark. Fred comes up and bats it away, nearly falling off his broom.

You’re watching from the stands in admiration and excitement and Fred can’t help but find you in the crowd. He sends you a wink from the pitch and a girl beside you seems to think it’s for her. You let it happen. You know who it belonged to.

Gryffindor emerges victorious, winning by two points and Harry’s crowd surfing, a big smile on his face as students chant his name. He doesn’t know how long the fame will last, but he doesn’t really care.

“You did good, Weasley,” you admit as Fred comes up beside you.

“Think I deserve my kiss now?”

In typical you fashion, you roll your eyes and pull him towards your face.

He thinks the kiss will be haste, but you melt into his lips and he does the very same. His arms snake around your waist and bring you impossibly closer and you relish in it. It’s embarrassing how much you’re grinning, but you can feel his smile too.

Catching your breath, “That was like 30 seconds. Now you gotta help Harry with his homework.”

[ghxstyfae]

A B C's ♡ R.Cameron Headcanons

Warnings: breeding kink with intent of pregnancy, nsfw, baby fever,

Synopsis: Rafes fiance is a kindergarten teacher and is experiencing extreme baby fever, Rafe decides to breed her

Taglist: @sunflowerleii

The new school year started and in walked a bunch of puffy-faced toddlers, happy as can be, everyday.

"Hi Mrs. Cameron!" "Have a good lunch Mrs. C!" "Can you help with my zipper please?"

Ugh they're adorable. By the third month of teaching kindergarten you were off the deep end. Your whole social medias were filled with cute babies and you couldnt stop picturing what a mix of you and rafe would look like

It got worse when you started dragging Rafe through baby asiles.

He kinda thought it was a joke at first

"You trying to tell me something baby?"

Yes you were!!

You kept telling him you "forgot" to pick up your birth control prescription

But he keeps using a condom? Does he not want babies with you?

One day he finds you holding little ugg baby booties you impulse bought, crying into your pillow.

"Whats wrong baby? What happened?"

And thats when you start wailing about wanting a baby and how he didnt want to give you one.

Hes just like "When did i say i wouldnt get you pregnant??"

Kisses your tummy and tells you how beautiful you'll look, swelling with his seed

"Gonna keep you home, nursing our little baby, being a perfect little mommy hm?"

He kneads your breasts and tells you that soon they'll be filled with nourishment for your baby

"Fuck should've had you teaching the kindies earlier huh? Wouldve made you a mommy already."

He fucks your hard, barely pulling out to thrust in again.

Probably about 3/4 rounds

He wouldn't pull out when hes done, probaly would make you cockwarm him for atleast half an hour.

"Its okay baby, you can rest, ill wake you up when i take us to the shower. For now just let it take."

"We'll go out for supper, make sure you'll get some salmon. Then ill pick up some tests and call Dr. Halls and let her know what we're planning for huh?"

Just keeps making plans, speaking lowly in your ears, even though he knows your probably not listening.

When hes sorta sure you've fallen asleep, he cradles you and whispers.

"Gonna make sure im better then my dad okay baby? Wont ever hurt you. Wont ever hurt out baby. You're the most important thing to me. Ill always keep you safe."

After a few weeks, you wake up at nearly six in the morning with morning sickness, and present a positive pregnancy test to Rafe and celebrate

He becomes MUCH more protective over you, especially when you start showing

The kids in your class are the sweetest, most curious little things ♡

"You have a tiny person in your tummy? Are they sleeping?"

Rafe visits her class multiple times a week, and the kids have become kinda accustomed to him

"Hi Mr. Cameron! Look at what Mrs. C Gave me!"

Once you go on maternity leave, he sets everything up to work from home as well, only going in once a week kr for bigger meetings.

The kids in your class make you cards and stuff💝

Rafe always gives you whatever your craving, helps you when your crying kr feeling over emotional, etc.

[hypnotiiize]

𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘦𝘹𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥’𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘮

𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: this is real old and angsty like not for fake. it’s short though. also i grew up catholic so u gotta bear w the lil references and shit. trigger warning religious talk kinda

She couldn’t remember much of the year if she was being honest. 

She could remember her best friends’ wedding.

She could remember Valentine’s day.

She could remember March and April breezing past her, a mixture of Easter and celebrating her friend’s birthday.

She could remember the drowsiness that overcame her in May. She could remember how it followed her well into June.

She could remember her friend’s baby being born, and she could remember smiling down at his tiny squished face.

And she was happy for them, she was. But, when she found herself in her newly quiet home at the end of the day, the reality remained that she was alone. Utterly alone. No one to turn to. No one to rely on. Alone. She felt that this was her fault. 

When her friend called and cried to her about new motherhood delivering a swift kick to her backside, she accepted the opportunity to stay with her friends for a few days, maybe even weeks— however long it would take for her friend to get back on her feet with a new addition to the household.

The record was three weeks. July was almost over. Amelie, ever-grateful, had even told her that she could go back home if she wanted. The woman, not wanting to overstay her welcome, accepted that as well.

She had been accepting a lot of things, it seemed. She would leave the following week, after the event that was planned meticulously for the baby.

It was when she was getting ready to go to sleep early— the baby had a habit of scream-crying at the break of dawn and she liked being up with him— that she received a knock at the guest bedroom door. Curious, she tip-toed across the room and found herself opening the door to reveal her tired friend whose smile grew as she rocked her fast-asleep son. [y/n] invited them in and grabbed the baby at once, sitting on the bed with his little body cradled in her arms. 

“Okay, I wanted to tell you so that you weren’t, like, bombarded with this,” Amelie began after a small chat about how the baby had just done something cute.

She involuntarily put pressure on her eyebrows, furrowing them together.

Amelie folded her hands in her lap. “You know his baptism is next week and you know you’re his Godmother, of course... I tried to talk Trent out of it, but he’s going to make you know who his Godfather.”

She could feel herself gasp at the mention of you know who. She definitely knew who. 

“If it makes you uncomfortable, I get it. And I get it if you’re not ready to see him. I can have someone else step in as his Godmother for the ceremony if you can’t do it. You don’t have to go to the party. What are you feeling?” Amelie asked.

She bit the skin of her bottom lip. She looked down at the almost two-month-old who looked so much like her friends that it was crazy. He was blinking up at her with his bottom lip poked out, looking scandalized. She laughed and rubbed the pad of her finger over his dark waves.

“I’m feeling a little overwhelmed… But I can do it. I don’t care about him. This is for my Godbaby. Right? This is for my Godson,” she cooed to the baby who half-smiled. 

“You’re sure?” 

“Sure. Yes. Yeah.” She was trying to convince herself more than anything and she knew it. “No one cares about that man, anyway. It’s just Rayan’s day..” The baby smiled as if he knew what they were talking about, and the women fussed over him a bit more. When the familiar weight pressed itself against her shoulders, She sighed. “I need a drink.”

“Go raid Trent’s cabinet, girl. You know he’s not shy about Don Julio,” her friend joked about her husband.

There was a painful twang in her chest at once. Her husband. Her friend was joking about her husband. A man who she shared a child, a home, and a life with.

She could taste iron. She would later realize that she had bit the inside of her cheek open. For now, she chopped the stinging sensation up to the of moths fumbling about in her stomach. 

Her friend took her Godson and she was left alone once more. She laid her head on the linen pillow and stared blankly at the room before her. Wistfully, she imagined Amelie and Trent embracing each other at the end of the very long day. She imagined them nuzzling against the other as they gazed down at their sleeping baby boy. Then, she imagined everything that could have been.

She fell into a slumber with remnants of saline tears on her cheeks, and she woke up days later wearing a crisp white blouse and her best earrings. Rayan’s baptism. 

He barely left his mother’s arms that day. He was tiny and it was a big day for him and he was wearing a long, pristine white dress that used to be his grandfather’s when he was that small. So Rayan slept, and she tried not to kick open the church doors and run as far as her legs could take her. 

She knew he was in the room. She could feel it. If she opened her mouth to speak, she could taste it. If she inhaled too deeply, she could smell it. His presence was the sustenance that her soul had been missing for far too long and she was being punished for it. Her hands were shaking. She slipped off to the bathroom three times before she realized that her issues could affect the day. Being unreliable or looking flaky was the last thing she’d wanted to do after making it so far through the day. When she sat back down in the pews, she crossed her hands extra tight in her lap and kept her neck arched high. She would shake it off. This was for Rayan. 

After some time she stood with her friends and made her way to the front of the church. She could feel him behind her. Then beside her. She willed herself not to look at him and focused solely on swearing to remain a key figure in the baby’s life.

For you, I’ll do my best. 

He made his pledges after her. She felt as if she couldn’t breathe. He was so close to her. She could feel the echo of his baritone in her feet. She could taste iron, far more pronounced this time.

The baby was placed in her arms, and the metallic flavor dissipated at once. She secured her arm around his head and tugged his gown down. He whined, only to stop a second later when his mother kissed his hand. 

The priest asked the Godparents to move closer. She stepped forward and nodded when appropriate. The priest said something that she didn’t really catch. She had been too busy making sure Rayan was comfortable. Brown hands came forward and untied the loose strings around the baby’s neck. He pulled the baby’s hat off. She could hear the ocean in her head. 

She leaned forward and lowered her elbow an inch. The priest placed his hands in the tub of water before him and her. He poured water on the baby’s dark tufts of hair. One hand, then two, then another for good measure. Rayan let out a short cry from the temperature of the water.

“It’s okay, honey, you did great,” she whispered to her Godson when it was all over. She held him tighter, closer to her face.

“Maybe he’s cold,” the familiar voice said. “Here, let me put his hat back on.” Brown hands came into view and she watched him make the loose loop-the-loop. Rayan calmed down. 

Rayan’s parents came and uttered softly to their son. His mother fought tears. His father let them glide down his cheeks freely, rubbing the top of the baby’s bonnet with a thumb. 

“Hey,” the Godfather’s low voice was saying. He was not whispering. Anyone could have heard him. Though, when she thinks back on the moment, she can remember the soft, whispering tickle of his breath hitting her ear. She wanted him to be whispering. 

 She greeted him back weakly and she did not try to hide it. With everyone focused on Rayan, the awkward encounter would just be their own and she could not muster the strength to make it anything but. 

The corner of his mouth quirked up, weakly too, and he said, “You look really nice.”

All at once, she could hear the ocean. She could hear volcanoes erupting. She could feel the familiar sharp chill of ice, and she could smell the smoke of paper burning. 

She could not remember what her response was, or if she even responded at all. She could only remember the pain of living without the only man she had loved for months after being together for so long.

Through the fog, a voice prompted, “Let’s get a pic with the Godparents.”

She craned her head and found herself staring at a man that she had gone to school with. Kareem was known for being tall, charismatic, and a photographer. Therefore, she was not surprised that her friend had invited him to the gathering. Though she wished that someone would have filled him in on the current situation before he suggested such things. 

Rayan’s parents moved away. She took a half step closer to Rayan’s Godfather. Rayan’s Godfather took a half step closer to her.

For the first time in months, they were pressed against each other. 

Her chest felt hollow. Icy. It burned to inhale. It took too much effort to exhale. She lifted the baby so that he was perfectly between them. A brown hand fixed the baby’s dress. Fingertips grazed fingertips. She could taste iron pooling just behind her teeth, and then she smiled. 

Her first tear fell when the camera shuttered for the last time. The people were emotional, too. They spoke to the baby in whispers. The Godfather left her side to go gawk at his Godson. 

It was only her in the center of that stage. She was alone. There was no one in her corner anymore. 

She had no husband. No new baby to baptize. No boyfriend to envision her future with. 

She felt as if she was going to drown. She sucked in a burning breath. 

She tasted the iron.

[tuesdaykiss]

“touching toes”

rafe cameron social media au

“he’s over more and more, had to give him a whole drawer. to be honest, kinda like seeing his trainers by the door.” — olivia dean, ‘touching toes’.

synopsis: after finishing her fashion studies at college in nyc, y/n moves to outerbanks to live with her grandparents. she worries about the loneliness that comes with being in a new place, knowing only her cousin topper and other relatives… that is until she is acquainted with a certain cameron.

part — 17 | 18 | 19

masterlist

warning: mentions of sex (no smut), excessive swearing

you couldn’t stop him. before you even had the chance to intervene, rafe had already posted it. a stupid joke, in his mind — something harmless. but you knew better. you knew it would only make things more complicated between the two of you: the secret was no longer yours to control.

rafe’s phone

seeing the reactions from sarah and topper unsettled your stomach. their disbelief, their anger — the sheer absurdity of the idea that you and rafe could ever be together — it hurt more than you cared to admit.

it wasn’t like you were expecting their unflinching support, but it still stung to realise how outlandish the thought seemed to them. it left you wondering, questioning your choices: those closest to you so quick not to accept them.

and then rafe, ever so dismissive, drove the dagger deeper. repeating the words “we’re just friends”, as if they meant nothing: as if you meant nothing.

your phone

“you’re unbelievable, rafe,” you muttered, you hand pushing against his chest in frustration, though it was too soft to have any actual affect.

“what?” he replied with a smirk, still clearly amused, “just having a little fun, baby. no big deal.”

“no big deal?” your voice rose as anger bubbled within you, “well, it’s a big fucking deal to me, rafe!”

his expression shifted slightly as he grabbed your wrists, gently but firmly pulling you closer. the sudden intimacy of the hug caught you off guard, but you couldn’t break away. you couldn’t resist him.

“i’m sorry,” he said, his voice much softer now, his hands coming up to cradle your face, “i didn’t mean to upset you. i’ll take it down, ‘kay?”

“everyone’s already seen it!” your voice cracked as the weight of his broken promise pressed down on you, as you gestured between the two of you, “you promised- you swore we’d keep this between us.”

your lip quivered, but you fought the urge to cry, refusing to let your emotions spill in front of him. his thumb brushed your lip gently, his gaze locked on yours, searching for something he couldn’t seem to put into words.

the silence grew heavier, the unspoken question lingering between you both. what are we?

rafe leaned in, his forehead resting against yours. the proximity felt both intimate and excruciating, his warm breath mingling with yours.

“talk to me,” he murmured, his voice low and steady.

you pulled back slightly, forcing a small, strained smile as you wiped at your eyes, “i’m sorry, i’m being dramatic,” you said, trying to laugh it off, “we haven’t even known each other that long. you don’t owe me anything.”

“don’t say that,” he interjected, his smile soft but serious, “i like you, y/n.”

“i like you too,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper, “but what is this? what are we rafe? because i’d were just… friends who sleep together, i need to know now. i can’t keep doing this if that’s all it is.”

your words hung in the air, vulnerable and raw, rafe stared at you, his hands still framing your face, his eyes filled with something unreadable.

sarahupdates

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sarahupdates sarah’s brother sparked controversy within the fandom today, as he posted a suggestive photo of sarah’s new best friend, y/n. what are your thoughts?

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sarahfan101 it’s giving betrayal

user this is hardly news

user2 exactly, and it’s not even about sarah

ilovesarah back off he’s mine!

user3 i feel like i’ve been cheated on

sarahfan101 imagine how sarah feels

user4 and you call yourself sarahupdates?

user2 they are SO obsessed with rafe’s life!

he exhaled, his jaw tightening as if he were carefully choosing his next words. the weight of your question sat between you, demanding an answer neither of you could escape.

“i don’t want this to be just that,” he finally said, his voice quiet but firm, “i don’t see you as just… some girl i hook up with, y/n. that’s not what this is for me.”

you blinked, trying to process his words. “then what is it?” you asked, your voice wavering.

rafe leaned away slightly, his hands falling to your shoulders as his thumbs brushed against your skin in slow circular motions. “it’s… complicated,” he admitted, “i’ve never been good at this — at feelings, relationships, any of it. but i know i don’t want to lose you. i know i can’t keep messing this up.”

his honesty caught you off guard. rafe cameron wasn’t known for vulnerability, but here he was, laying it all out for you.

“rafe,” you started, your voice softer now as you hesitated, “i just want clarity, not perfection. i need to know that i matter to you, that this isn’t just some game.”

“you matter,” he cut you off, his voice much steadier, “you matter more than i think i even realised until now.”

your chest tightened at his confession, butterflies in your stomach laced with the remnants of doubt that still lingered. “and what does that mean for us?” you pressed. “what does this look like?”

as though searching for the right words, rafe looked down for a moment. when his eyes met yours again, they were filled with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. “it means i want more,” he said, “i want you. all of you. not just… moments. not just nights. i want this to mean something, y/n.”

sincere and unguarded; his words hung in the air. a cautious hope replacing the tension that had previously taken over your body, putting you at ease.

“okay,” was all you could muster, as your fingers brushed against his. your happiness still clouded by thoughts of doubt, visible in your expression.

“i’ll prove it to you,” he said without hesitation, reassuring you as he took your hand in his — giving it a slight squeeze, like a promise…a step forward to something new and real.

a/n: realising i’m nearly at part 20, and they aren’t together AND i haven’t even gotten to the song linking yet!

but it’s okay, they’ll be back in box after the fashion show i promise!

channelling my inner annoyance for topper through y/n, sorry not sorry… she so blunt with him “we spoke a lot on the plane” please

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[fishsticksloser]

Happy holidays!! I was wondering if I could get a oneshot or hcs of Casey Jr with a fem!reader, whichever you have time for!

Romantic with telling him that he’s going to be a father, and how he deals the upcoming months as they wait for the baby. Maybe also a special moment when he holds the baby for the first time?

Baby Bumps

Casey x fem!reader

Warnings: pregnancy, mentions of birth, mentions of birth complications, comfort, slight angst, first time parents, relationship up to interpretation (ie if you're married or not)

A/N: Doing this one cause I got so excited. I really need to do more Casey Jr stuff. Happy holidays too!! I hope you're staying safe and comfy!

He is really nervous when you tell him you two need to talk

Leo had joked that either Casey was in big trouble or that the two of you were breaking up.

So he's even more nervous now

He does go to talk to you, fidgeting and not meeting your eyes

Just take his hands and you'll have his full attention

When you finally say those two words ("I'm pregnant"), he kinda short-circuits

Pregnant?

It's like the entire concept of pregnancy is foreign to him

Which is not, Sensei gave him "the talk"

He knows how someone gets pregnant

He knows his babies are made

But Casey just kind of sits there and stares at you for a while

Which in turn makes you nervous

In the end though, Casey just pulls you close, rubbing your back

"Whatever you want to do. We'll do it together"

He is pretty clingy

Constantly asking if you're okay, if you need something

And if he's not with you?

He's texting you at least every 10 minutes asking if he needs to get home

He makes sure you eat, stay hydrated, and are over all taken care of

When your belly starts to swell, his hands are almost always on it, amazed by how your body is changing

He often cuddles with his head on your stomach, feeling the baby kick his cheek

He mumbles to the baby too, Sensei has told him babies can hear that kind of stuff

But Casey doesn't mumble so much about how much he can't wait to meet them

No no no...

He mumbles about how much he loves you and how he'll take care of both you and the baby

You know that trend that went around where husbands lifted their wife's pregnant bellies to give them some relief?

Yeah... He does that pretty often, allowing you to take a breath

He helps you shower even when you don't need it

Lots and lots of foot massages

Massages in general

He takes you out on regular dates, showing you off because he's so happy to have you

Lots and lots of kisses too, everywhere you feel self-conscious about

Any complication that is a possibility, he washes away with statistics and affection

Even if your baby has a high likelihood, he makes sure you know he's there to stay

He's not leaving no matter what

Casey has everything packed for weeks, ready to take you to the hospital asap

And when the time comes, he's calm, helping you to the car before going back in to quickly grab the bag he packed (if he couldn't grab it before)

He's really calm in the hospital, the nurses and doctors really surprised

He saw a lot worse in the apocalypse, he's got this

So encouraging, holding your hand, kissing your knuckles

He doesn't even flinch or look at the baby when they're finally out in the world, his focus staying on you

Not that he isn't overjoyed, but he knows the baby will be cared for by the nurses, while you're his responsibility

A responsibility he takes very seriously

He only looks at the baby when they're placed on your chest, sitting down next to you

Casey never imagined himself here with you, with a baby

You, the baby... You're everything to him now

When your baby is brought back, you offer for him to hold them

He is nervous, gently cradling your baby in his arms

Tears fall

This is your baby

You made this tiny little thing in his arms

If he wasn't in awe of you before, he is now

Absolutely shocked and amazed that something so small came from you

That you both have a baby that shares DNA

[nmakii]

Hi!! I saw that you’re taking Hazbin requests and was wondering if I could request one!😊 I’d love to request an Angel Dust x gn!reader oneshot where Angel doesn’t have anyone to watch Fat Nuggets for him while he’s at work, but reader feels bad and offers to help him out? This is set before they’re dating, like reader really likes Angel (pretty much crushing on him) but doesn’t feel like Angel notices them much, so in an effort to put themselves out there, they volunteer to help, especially since they know how much Fat Nuggets means to Angel. Angel is a bit hesitant at first, not knowing how qualified they really are to take care of his baby, but he sees how sincere they are in taking on this responsibility, so to put them to the test, he agrees. Of course, Nuggs is a little mischievous at first, but instantly warms up to reader☺️

Later on, Angel comes back and sees how well reader and Nuggs are getting along and he’s just all soft and mushy at how adorable they are😍 Angel’s known about reader’s crush on him for a while and would always playfully tease them about it, thinking that it was just because they were a fan, but seeing this, he can’t help but notice how caring and sweet reader really is😍 and if Nuggs likes them enough, then that says a lot. In the end, Angel thanks them and in true Angel Dust fashion, suggests that they should get to have their own “play date” next time😏😉 in which reader is all flustered and is thinking “fuck… I didn’t expect to get this far”😳 but Angel laughs, eating up their reaction, saying that he’s just teasing and would genuinely like to get to know reader more. And then they share a really cute, fluffy moment (with Angel giving a little cheek kiss😘) in the end💕💕💕

I’m so sorry this is insanely long!! My brain got carried away and went off but if you’re willing to write this request, I would absolutely appreciate it! If not, no worries!! Thank you love!!🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

YOUR IVY GROWS, NOW I’M COVERED IN YOU

— falling in love can make you do silly things. especially when it’s angel dust you’re falling for.

— i get it Y/N. i did the exact same thing (i j bought him cup noodles and i gotta chill out) happy birthday to me and angel hehe!

“fuck me..” angel groaned out. “isn’t that what’s about to happen..?” husk raised his eyebrow at angel. “hah!” angel rolled his eyes at husk’s joke. “val wants me to head to the studio… something about dick fight island or whatever…” he scrunched his face at the corny plots valentino wrote. “hey, whiskers! can ‘ya take care ‘a fat nuggets till i’m back?” angel asked, keeping fat nuggets close to his body.

“ah… angel, ‘ya mind if i take care of him?” you asked, heart racing as you did. “i…i mean husk is kinda busy with manning the bar… ‘n i don’t have much to do, so i could take care of him!” you explained, hands fidgeting as you nervously looked angel in the eye.

“eh…” angel thought for a second. your explanation was logical, but you and him were not as close as say, angel and husk. “shit, fine. why the hell not? i trust ‘ya.” he shrugged.

he looked down at fat nuggets, wondering what might happen when he’s gone, before hesitantly handing him over. fat nuggets squeals a bit under your care, feistily wiggling around in your arms.

angel laughed as he watched you struggle to keep fat nuggets still. “haha! hope you can deal with him. anyways, i gotta head out now.” he frowned before pinching you on the nose and leaving.

in all honesty, fat nuggets was not much of a problem. he was affectionate and not at all messy. all you had you do was feed and tend to his grooming.

when angel returned, he found you and fat nuggets fast asleep on the couch of the leisure room. your arms cradle him as fat nuggets’ hooves rest on your shoulders, all while having a blanket over you.

the two of you looked so sweet, as if a parent with their child. angel almost didn’t want to wake you up. almost.

you forget that this is angel dust.

angel reached a claw under your jaw and started tickling you until you woke up. “mornin’, sleeping beauty!” angel grinned as fat nuggets climbed his way into angel’s arms.

“aww… did’ya miss me, nuggs?” angel smiled, petting fat nuggets. he looked up to see you blushing from you and angel’s close proximity to each other. angel only grins. “what’s up? never got close enough before?”

“no! it’s nothing.” you said, moving your eyes to anywhere but angel’s. he shrugs it off. “thanks a lot again, i appreciate it.” he smiled, his eyes showing a moment of genuine gratitude. “ya’know… next time, i could leave nuggs with good ‘ol whiskers, then you and i could have… a playdate of our own?” he smirked, pushing his forehead against yours while placing his lower set of hands on your waist.

you froze under angel’s touch, brain trying to think of a response. angel simply laughs, eating up your reaction to his advances. “i’m just teasin’! it’ll be a long time before i let ‘ya touch me anywhere. chill, will ‘ya?” he grinned.

“but, if you’re interested…” he starts. “i wouldn’t mind a dinner tomorrow.” he grinned, winking as if to tempt you even further.

you thought to yourself before speaking “ah, sure..! what you say dinner at 7? i’ll meet you down here.” you said. “‘ya betcha. i’ll see you tomorrow then, babycakes.” angel smiled, peppering your face with kisses before he returned to his room, fat nuggets in hand.

[serialkilluh1996]

♱𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘♱

Dead-König x Widow-Female-OC

Themes: Angst

Written via: my phone

A/N: I'm writing this in honor of my dog, Bianca, who died undeservingly last week after being hit by a car. My mother would always joke that König reminded her of Bianca, which makes this all the more painful. I always referred to her as My Sweet Baby, and she always will be.

☣Content Warning☣

➛ HEAVYYY Angst

➛ oc doesn't have a specific personality just yet, so it's still kinda like a self insert but that's up to you

➛ Not proofread

Contact me if I need to add more.

Janisse sits at the coffee table in her living room, the dim light of a nearby lamp gently illuminating where she sat.

Tick-Tock Tick-Tock Went the sound of a nearby clock, the sound numbing her brain as she remained idle with her hands clasped together in her lap. The silence was loud. She wasn't used to it.

Her version of normal was hearing König fuss at her nonstop for a myriad of reasons.

"You'll hurt yourself"

"Stop pestering me"

"You're holding it wrong"

"we went shopping yesterdayyyy."

Not being able to hear the sound of his subtle frustration made her chest hurt. She felt empty. The last thing she heard from him was his pained whining. Janisse never heard him cry. He was a quiet, reserved man who was rarely vulnerable with anyone, so those whimpers of agony were something she'd never forget.

Janisse was more than grateful for his quick death. König had been shot right in the heart, so while it hurt, he didn't suffer long. But Janisse would suffer forever having to watch the light fade from his pretty blue eyes. He clung to her with bloody hands like a frightened child to their parent. König held onto her as tight as he could, his strength threatened to crush her hips as she cradled him.

Death was a strange feeling, really. Looking all around the room, seeing he was nowhere to be found. It wasn't like when he'd leave for missions and she'd wait patiently for his return. He just... wasn't coming back. There was nothing to wait for. She had mere photos left of him. Pictures that he damn near disposed you for taking. Pictures of him walking, eating, sleeping in the oddest of places.

He felt she just took those to embarass him in front of his team. To show off to his soldiers and ruin his reputation. But that was never the case. Janisse admired him, loved him in a way others couldn't. Those pictures were trophies, and now, ancient relics. Pictures his close friends would secretly beg her to show them just so they could remember what he looked like beyond just imagining his face.

Everything felt empty without him. Like an important organ had been removed from her body. Laying in bed at night with no extra body to lay on and absorb its heat. Nothing but the comforter.

Having to set alarms to wake up in the morning due to the lack of her boyfriend yanking the covers right off her body and yelling like a drill sergeant at only 6 in the morning. Watching old videos König had sent while he was away in other countries to let her know he was (mostly) safe and sound.

But none of it was really enough. The heavy lack of his presence still weighed Janisse down. There wouldn't be a day her sweet baby didn't cross her mind.

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[dumpsterfire-daydreams]

(Content warnings: mention of past n/oncon, mention of past d/ubcon, guilt, shame, sexual innuendos, friendly 141 interactions, giving Ghost the silent treatment, König and reader fluff)

Reader POV:

It took every ounce of strength you had to climb out of bed the next morning. You were completely exhausted, and every step made your legs feel like lead. But even stronger than your fatigue was the sharp pang of hunger. You rummaged through your bag and settled on a yellow sundress. The color always made you feel brighter, happier. And after last night, that was exactly what you needed. A few minutes later, there was a soft knock at your door.

"Come in," you yelled over your shoulder as you finished buttoning the front of the dress, fluffing your curls with your fingers.

"Guten morgen, Maus," König said, peeking around the edge of the doorframe. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Like a baby," you giggled, giving him a warm hug.

"Me too," he hummed into your hair, rubbing your back.

"So, what's the plan for today?"

"Well, the rest of the squad is about to head to the mess hall for breakfast. Maybe you would like to join us?"

The mention of food immediately made your mouth water as your stomach rumbled loudly. You cringed at the sound, thoroughly embarrassed.

But König laughed heartily, giving your stomach a playful little poke. "I'll take that as a yes."

You paused for a moment, savoring just how safe and secure König made you feel. And how much you had felt exactly the opposite the night before.

You glanced warily at the door to Ghost’s room, lowering your voice. "Will Ghost be there?"

"Of course!" He laughed, eyes smiling before sensing your apprehension. "Why? What's wrong?"

"Everything," you wanted to say. But you instead took a deep breath and prayed that what you were about to tell him wouldn't blow up the bond you shared. "He really scares me, König. I kinda don't want to be around him right now."

"Oh, my little Maus," König wrapped his arms around you, cradling you gently against his body as he rubbed your back. "I know how you feel. I, too, was afraid of him at first. But in time, he will accept you. Once I looked closer, after he saved my skin in the field, it actually made me feel safe knowing he's on our team. Give him time, you'll see."

"A closer look, my ass," you thought bitterly. You'd gotten a close look at him. Closer than you'd liked. And the last thing you'd felt in that moment was safe.

You started to protest. You started trying to piece together just how to tell him what transpired after he'd kissed you goodnight. But as you took a deep breath and started to speak, Soap and Alejandro rounded the corner. It seemed your conversation would have to wait until later.

"Buenos dias, little one," Alejandro gave your hair a friendly tussle. "I hope you slept well."

"Good morning," you smiled, feeling a bit more at ease.

Soap grinned, giving you a big hug. "How couldn't she? Here at Hotel 141, we pride ourselves on customer satisfaction! Leave us a good review, eh?"

"Actually," you frowned, crossing your arms. "I need to issue a complaint. I placed an order for room service hours ago and am still waiting!"

The hallway erupted in laughter at your joke and Soap gave you an approving nudge with his elbow. "I knew I was gonna like you. Come on, lets get some grub. You're sitting with us."

When you entered the mess hall, you were surprised to find a wide selection of foods to choose from. They had a little bit of everything! A small cereal bar, buffet-style stations that filled the room with the smell of fried eggs and fresh baked goods, a self-serve cafe stocked with tea and coffee. You didn't really eat breakfast often, though. So you were content to grab a small muffin and a glass of orange juice before finding a place to sit.

On your way over to König's table, you passed Price and Ghost sitting at a nearby table. Price gave you a kind smile, raising his coffee cup in a friendly toast of acknowledgment. You waved back at him, but made sure to completely ignore Ghost’s presence beside him. You could sense him staring, as always. But without giving him the satisfaction of glancing his way, you turned and headed towards where König sat.

As you took the chair next to his, you saw that he also hadn't grabbed very much. Just a red apple and a cup of coffee. He carefully tore open a few packets of sugar, each of them looking like miniatures in his large hands. Alejandro and Soap soon joined you, Soap grabbing the seat to your right. He plopped down a tray containing two plates of food.

Alejandro laughed at the sight. "If you throw up during training today, don't say I didn't warn you."

"It's not all for me!" Soap slid one of the plates towards you with a knowing smile. On it was an omelet stuffed with sautéed vegetables and a small pile of fruit.

"You should at least eat the omelet." Soap continued with a mischievous grin. "Protein is important after a workout. Isn't that right, König?"

König looked up from stirring his coffee, completely missing the joke. "Oh, we didn't work out last night. Actually we had se-"

You blushed and cleared your throat obnoxiously, cutting him off before he could finish the sentence. But Soap was all giggles.

You rolled your eyes as you laughed with him. "Thanks for the food, Soap."

"Sure thing, lass."

Alejandro took a sip of his smoothie before joining the conversation. "Are you going to come watch combat training today?"

"Sure!" You cut into your omelet and took a bite. It was actually pretty tasty! "When does that start?"

"In about thirty minutes. Then you can see your love in action."

The idea was so exciting. You'd never seen König fight before. You wondered if maybe he'd teach you some moves sometime. It'd be nice to know how to defend yourself if needed. You specifically wanted to learn how to fend off someone bigger and stronger than you.

"I just hope he's not paired with me," Soap said, shaking his head. "Your boyfriend's hard to beat."

"I'm not all that," König said, looking bashful.

"He's being modest," Alejandro jumped in, seconding Soap's statement. "He fights very well. You'll see."

You popped a sliced strawberry into your mouth. Beside you, König grabbed the apple from his tray and slipped it under his hood. A moment later, it re-emerged with a large chunk missing.

The room bustled with friendly chatter until a series of beeps sounded out from a hidden speaker. Like clockwork, all the inhabitants quickly jumped to their feet and began rushing out of the door. At your own table, König and his mates did the same. Soap snagged a strawberry from your plate, tossing it into his mouth. He raised two fingers to his temple, grinning as he gave you a playful salute before swaggering out the door. Alejandro and König pushed back from the table as well, preparing to leave.

Thinking back to the anthem situation from the day before, you followed suit. From here on out, whatever everyone else was doing was good enough for you to do too. The last thing you wanted was embarrass yourself. But König laughed, gesturing for you to sit back down.

“No, no," he said. "That alert is just for us. It means it's time to get ready for combat training. If you really wanted to watch us spar, you still have time to finish eating and get to the gym in time. I need to go change first.”

“Oh,” you happily reclaimed your seat and took another bite of your eggs. “Where’s the gym anyway?”

“It’s one building over from the barracks. Just let Price know you want to watch and he’ll show you the way.”

“Okay.” You grinned, one hand on your hip and the other raised above your head clutching an imaginary pom-pom. “I’ll be right on the sidelines cheering you on the whole time.���

König bent down, kissing your nose through his hood. “Then I will fight only for you, mein liebling.”

After König gave you one last wave over his shoulder and slipped out the door, the mess hall fell into a peaceful quiet. The gentle sound of silverware and dishes rattling could be heard as the staff began clearing the tables or putting away food. Behind you, Ghost and Price still quietly conversed at their table. Having a higher rank seemed to be the ideal here. No longer having to rush around like everyone else, they were able to take their time a bit more. They didn’t do training, they led training. So they had a few extra minutes at their disposal before they’d have to join the others.

With your plate now empty, you dabbed your mouth with a napkin and headed for the door. With everyone else at the gym, it was the perfect opportunity to grab a quick shower without risk of crossing someone else’s path. But you only made it a few steps when a voice called out after you.

“Y/n,” Price said, beckoning you over to his table. “You have a moment?”

A bit confused, you headed his way. Ghost was taking a long sip as he finished the last of his coffee, his eyes boring into you the entire time. So you sank into the seat opposite him, choosing to sit next to Price in order to keep Ghost as far from you as possible. Setting his cup down with a soft thud, Ghost pushed away from the table and moved to leave. But Price immediately stopped him.

“Ghost, sit down.”

“Sir, training starts in ten,” he huffed. “I’ll be late.”

But Price did not budge as he repeated himself. His voice was firm as he pointed at the empty chair until Ghost crossed his arms and sank back down, muttering under his breath.

“Now,” the captain began, looking at both of you. “As captain, it is my responsibility to ensure our team functions as a cohesive unit - both on mission and at home. It’s my job to put a swift end to any nonsense impacting my group. Because if it were to continue unchecked, it puts all of us at risk.”

He steepled his hands on the table in front of him as he went on. “What I saw last night didn't sit right with me. I don't know what's going on between you two or how it started, but the tension is clear. I won't have petty squabbles ruining everything we've worked so hard to build here. Understood?”

You nodded, eyes lowered.

Ghost rolled his eyes, earning a pointed look from the captain before he agreed. “Understood.”

“Good. Now, Ghost? I'll start with you. What's something you enjoy in your free time?”

Ghost gave him an incredulous stare that effectively translated to “you can't be serious right now” . But he sighed and answered with a shrug. “As you know, a good workout is enough for me.”

“Okay. And you, Y/n?"

You paused, thinking for a moment. "Well, I like going dancing with my friends sometimes. When we get the chance, it's nice to find a good club and just have fun after a long week.”

Price nodded, toying with his mustache. “Right then. Here's your new assignment. Both of you will partake in the other's pastime this week. Ghost, Y/n will be joining you for combat training today. Show her the ropes and teach her how to spar. And then Y/n? You'll pick out a club in town and we'll all go out for drinks tomorrow night. Hopefully, this will help you both learn to work together and get along. Better yet, to have some respect for each other.”

“You're joking,” Ghost grumbled. “The hell am I supposed to do in a club? Permission to respectfully decline?”

“Permission denied,” Price shot back. “Your participation is mandatory and that is final.”

Ghost’s mask creased sharply as he pressed his lips into a thin line of anger. But Price’s voice softened when he turned to see you timidly raising your hand. He nodded, giving you the floor.

“I thought you said I wasn't in trouble for last night,” you said, your eyebrows furrowed. “I’m really sorry! I swear it won’t happen again!”

“This isn't a punishment, Y/n. This is a bonding exercise and nothing more.”

You nodded. The situation was so frustrating. If only Price had come into the hall just a few moments sooner. Then he would have seen for himself that your aversion to Ghost was entirely the lieutenant’s own doing. But with Ghost sitting right across the table from you, you admittedly lacked the courage to reveal his actions to Price. From what König had told you, they’d been teammates for years. Would Price really take the word of a random civilian over that of his trusted lieutenant? Ghost would probably deny it anyway. You knew he would. Then Price would see you as a liar, and then Ghost would ruthlessly plot his revenge. No, you couldn’t go there right now.

“Okay,” you nodded. “Will I still get to see König?”

“Of course. Once you've completed your assignment for the day, what either of you decide to do with your time is completely your decision.”

You sighed and nodded as Ghost rose from his chair. He yelled at you over his shoulder as he stomped out the room.

“You better not be late.”

Now left on your own with Price, you considered telling him the truth of the matter. But when you turned back towards him, you saw that he was already standing and pushing his chair in place. He was leaving, too.

He patted your shoulder as you did the same. “You might want to change before you head over. If you don’t have any workout clothes with you, feel free to rummage through my closet. There should be some old t-shirts and gym shorts towards the back. They’ll be a little big on a small girl like you, but I can at least promise you they’re clean.”

And with that, you were left on your own. But you weren’t truly alone. Your mind was the unwilling host to a whirlwind of panicked thoughts. What were you going to do now?

I know this story includes some pretty dark themes. But at the end of the day, I care more about the well-being of my readers than I do for hits or kudos. Period. I never want my writing to conjure up emotions or feelings that negatively impact you beyond the story. This story can be dark and uncomfortable at times. But it is always intended strictly for fun and fantasy. If at any point along the way it stops being a pleasurable experience, please please close this page and walk away. My stories are never worth your well-being, loves.

[sillyblues]

I kinda wanna see Ronal-Tonowari-Reader dynamic as parents to Ao'nung and Tsireya now

#RONAL X READER X TONOWARI AS PARENTS (TOTW)...! *°࿐

ੈ✩‧₊˚ notes: i am writing this instead of studying for my finals which is in 2 days. is it worth failing school? hahahahaha umm—

You three are responsible so you don’t try for babies when Tonowari hasn’t earned his position as Metkayina’s Olo’eyktan or Ronal with the position as Tsahik or you as the Karyu. I’m not saying you haven’t done any steamy stuff before this bc that would be boring but you do and you just play safe ykwim?

So when you three have done that, you get pregnant first. Like all the hunger and need from the pain the whole miscommunication fiasco thing is poured into most love-making sessions and when you try to have babies, it gets more intense. Months later, you gave birth to Ao’nung.

From his birth, he cried hard and loud, letting the clan know of his arrival to the world. And when you cradled him to your chest for the first time, his tiny little fingers grip a finger of yours hard. He turns purple and his frown is deep as he cried and you chuckle at how beautiful your first baby boy. You had a feeling he would become a warrior.

Ronal got pregnant next and she gives birth to Tsireya. When she comes out, she cried softly but calms down as soon as she is swayed and her head rests on Ronal’s chest. She snored softly, completely different from her brother’s birth and you chuckle once more. You had a feeling she would become a healer or a teacher. Or maybe both.

You were correct. Ao’nung takes after Ronal so much and Tsireya with you as well that there is a running joke that maybe the Great Mother had misplaced them in your bellies.

When they were both children, Ao’nung smiles but not as much as he frowns or scowls. He was quiet most of the time, only laughing and opening up with his family. Like Ronal, this made him grow with a lack of friends, unlike Tsireya. But each day and night, you make sure he is loved and let him learn how to manage emotions and get along with others at his own pace.

Naturally, he grew frustrated sometimes and threw a fit. The first time he said words he didn’t mean to you, Ronal had a talk with him personally and made him apologize to you with tears and a hug with you so tight. Ronal understands him better than anybody else so they bond in silence.

Tsireya was naturally curious. It is in her nature to ask a lot of questions and learn more about the life that surrounds the clan, the Great Mother. Ronal teaches her as the Tsahik but Tsireya is a very sensitive child and you are more soft and gentle than Ronal, so she prefers learning from you. You two could talk all day without rest and you wouldn’t get tired of it.

Tonowari is just… there.

Nah lmao I’m just kidding, Tonowari is like the middle ground. He is the parent that the children look up to. Ao’nung wants to be as strong and a great warrior as him and Tsireya admires him just because. But Tonowari is also stern when he feels is necessary. There were (and will be) times that Ao’nung and Ronal disobey what you tell them because you spoil them too much like going out of the Clan’s water territory or too deep into the jungle of the other islands. Tonowari disciplines them as what a parent should do and kids cry yk and you’re like half glaring at him in the back, your tail is thumping the mat of your pod and there is a dark aura around you. He is forced to let them go early to lessen your anger on him and you immediately smother them with kisses and hug them tight.

Ronal understands the need to discipline them but she doesn’t want to risk your anger lol so she just looks away when Tonowari begs her to help him ease your anger. She just pats her sobbing children and tells them not to do it again and might go on about how they are just looking out for their safety.

You sleep with the children and might let Ronal in too if you’re not that in a bad mood. Tonowari totally sleeps by himself when he makes the kids cry.

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I think Matty would just stop functioning after you start to show

oh he'd actually lose his shit. like i'm imagining you getting dressed for the day quite early on in the pregnancy and just kinda standing in front of the mirror in your bedroom in your bra and underwear, and you turn to the side and there it is - the cutest little beginnings of a baby bump! and you're too busy posing and doing the cradling it with your arms thing to notice matty re-entering the room after coming out of the shower; it isn't until he says "holy fuck" that you realise he's leaning against the doorframe, towel slung on his hips and arms folded, wet hair, looking at you in total adoration. and you turn round like "hi :D we have a bump!" and matty's like "yeah, i see..." and you're like "do you think i suit it?", and matty walks over to you and turns you so you're facing the mirror and he starts cradling the bump and touching your hips while kissing your neck and saying "this might be the most attractive you've ever been". and you can't help yourself so you turn to look at him and say "it's because you know your dick works now, isn't it" and matty bursts out laughing and he's joking like "yeah, you got me!" and then its all cute (but he does find you very sexy with the baby bump, especially when you show it off in slinky dresses, and he definitely takes the time to, um, appreciate your changing body when the two of you are in bed and you're feeling up to it). but on a cuter level, matty just loves your bump so much - loves that everyone will know by sight that you and him are in love and expanding your family, and loves the compliments and congratulations you both get when you're out and about. he's a narcissist, what do you expect lol? basically, he loves you, he loves the baby, and he loves himself for getting you pregnant - the bump is representative of all of those things! <3

[arwenkenobi48]

Mugen Yume: The Life and Dreams of Tamio Enmu

Chapter 1: Birth of a Dream

(A/N: After much deliberation I decided to publish this fic on my tumblr account. Mainly because I’m procrastinating in terms of sorted out my AO3 account. But at least I’m not procrastinating when it comes to writing this thing. Anyways, hope you all enjoy the first chapter! Kinda went out of my comfort zone for this one but it’ll be worth it in the end.)

Hush now, my child

Sleep well, my child

Sleep soundly, my child

Deep in your dreams

As the stars twinkle, sleep

Safe in my arms, sleep

Until the dawn comes, sleep

Deep in the sweetest of dreams

His small form swaddled in a warm blanket, the baby yawned softly. As the sweet lullaby filled his ears, his little thumb found its way to his mouth, his blue-green eyes slowly closing as he drifted off into sleep.

Smiling lovingly, the young woman gently carried her son to his cradle, lowering him down into his own little safe haven. “Sweet dreams, little Tamio.” She whispered.

And dream, he did.

As Tamio’s mind transported him to dreamland, he saw all sorts of wondrous sights, heard such beautiful music, felt such amazing feelings. It was incredible, beyond description.

Even though he didn’t know the words yet - not any words other than his mother’s lullaby - Tamio wanted those beautiful dreams to stay with him.

That carefree happiness, that light, airy feeling, that angelic sensation of being able to float among the stars.

He wanted to feel like that all the time. He wanted it more than anything else in the world.

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“No good can come of this,” Mitsuo shook his wizened head, his eyes lowered in disappointment. “It’s simply abhorrent, having a child under these circumstances. You can scarcely afford to feed yourself, let alone a baby.”

Kyoko felt his words cut through her, sharp as a needle. “I’m sure we’ll manage, father. Taro and I will be married soon enough.” “You’d better be.” Mitsuo’s frail hands clenched. “But there’s one more thing I need to know. Something you’ve neglected to tell me.” Kyoko swallowed a lump in her throat, her heart and stomach dropping as the inevitable question was asked.

“Is it a boy?”

Kyoko’s face went pale. She drew in a long breath in an attempt to hide her fear, but the sound alone was a dead giveaway. Mitsuo knew the answer. His gaze only grew more stern.

“Kyoko, how could you do this? You know what happens to the males of this bloodline.” “Yes, father.” “Every single one has succumbed to the Mugen Yume curse sooner or later. In fact…” His voice trailed off, before he addressed his daughter in an accusatory tone. “How do I know this isn’t all just another nightmare?”

“I promise you it’s not!” Kyoko clutched his hand. “If you could only see my little Tamio. He’s as far away from a nightmare as an infant can be!” “See him? See him?” Mitsuo’s thin lips curled up in a mirthless smile. His bony shoulders heaved with a hysterical laugh as he wrenched her hand from his grasp. “Is that your idea of a cruel joke!?”

Though his eyes seemed to stare at Kyoko, Mitsuo only knew where she was from the sound of her voice. Such was the result of the Mugen Yume curse. Those ghastly dreams still followed the old man, every waking moment filled with the dread of reality itself distorting around him. Even purposely burning his vision away did little to help. He could still sense the monsters in his nightmares watching his every move.

“Father, I’m sorry…” Kyoko whispered. “I only meant that-“ “It makes no difference.” Mitsuo growled, his laughter ceasing as quickly as it had begun. “The fact that it’s a boy is enough. He is already doomed.”

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Doomed. How could anyone say that of a life that had only just begun? As Kyoko recalled her father’s words, she gazed down at her infant son. He was sound asleep, his stomach rising and falling with each gentle snore. Tamio smiled in his sleep, no doubt having the sweetest dreams a 12 month old could have.

Kyoko tried to put on a brave smile, but even in solitude she couldn’t manage it. Recalling her father’s warning had somehow tainted her happiness at becoming a mother. Like mould creeping into the corners of a scroll.

Even if Tamio was condemned by the curse, he was still her baby. Even if he wouldn’t be able to tell whether or not she was real, he was still her baby. Even when the day came when he could very well kill her, as had been the fate of many women who had borne sons in her family, he would always be her baby.

“Darling? Are you coming to bed?” Her husband’s whispered voice roused Kyoko from her train of thought. Taro Enmu stood in the doorway, a mixture of affection and concern in his eyes. Kyoko glanced at her baby once more, then silently left the room.

“What’s wrong, my love? Your hands are shaking.” His words caused a pang of guilt inside Kyoko as she laid her head on Taro’s chest, his nimble fingers gently running through her hair. “Just thinking about what Father said before we married. About…the Mugen Yume curse. I can’t get it off my mind.” Taro held his wife closer. “Oh, darling, you mustn’t worry about that old superstition. How do you even know this curse is real?” “Well, he said it was.”

Taro sighed. He’d had this conversation before. “With all due respect, dear, I wouldn’t consider a man who blinded himself because of a bad dream to be a reliable source of information. Besides, even if this supposed curse is real, we’ll make sure that our son will be the one to break it.”

Kyoko knew she ought to have been angry at her father being talked about in that way, but she wasn’t. She hadn’t even been able to shed a tear when he passed away. Taro’s way of being both encouraging and brutally honest was simultaneously reassuring and confusing.

“How can you be sure?”

Taro planted a gentle kiss on his wife’s forehead. “We’ll raise our son right.” He promised. “We’ll teach him right from wrong, we’ll give him all the love and care he needs. He’ll know what’s real and what’s not. And someday, he will be a good man.”

Even after Taro fell asleep, Kyoko lay awake until the early hours of the morning, mulling everything over. She wanted to believe her husband’s words and for the most part, she did. But she couldn’t shake that feeling of anxiety.

She didn’t want to believe that the Mugen Yume curse was real, but every single male in her bloodline succumbing to insanity for the past six generations definitely couldn’t be a coincidence. Especially when it had all started with them not being able to distinguish between dreams and reality.

Eventually, as she floated on the uneasy waves of a feverish sleep, the young mother could only hope and pray that somehow, the curse would break. Maybe it would. Maybe Tamio was the boy to break the evil spell.

Maybe, one day, it would be nothing more than a distant, faraway dream…

[the-fiction-witch]

Breed P6

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Dark Af + Cute

Series Breed

it wasn't long before staff rushed into the room and carried me to the bathtub laying me there with a pillow behind my head staff all rushed around me as this purple liquid continued to flood from me and go down the drain, my body numb from the hips down but still this horrific pain continued.

"Where is she?" I heard Thomas ask as he arrived at the suite he spotted me and quickly rushed overtaking my hand and giving it a kiss "Hi princess"

"What the fuck is going on!" I screamed

"Humm you're having our first little baby" he cooes giving my temple a kiss 

"I am?" 

"Umm humm, why didn't you say you were pregnant?"

"I had no idea!"

"I told you you'd know"

"I felt kinda strange but I thought it was normal like I had air trapped or something."

"No princess that's what pregnant feels like"

"Ohh god! I've been pregnant for like two hours!"

"I did say the reason your kind works so well as breeders for us is the turnover is quick"

"I didn't think you meant that quick!"

"Aren't you happy? you are fertile and I will be keeping my cute little breeder" he cooes 

"Kinda hard to think positive right now!" I screamed 

"It alright princess it's okay I'm here" he cooes squeezing my hand he reassured me the whole time keeping me close to him until suddenly my pain stopped and I almost blacked out the moment the pain suddenly stopped I felt thomas' hand leave mine and honestly I was kinda excited, My role was fulfilled as his breeder, I helped to bring the first child in who knows how long for a desperate world, I couldn't help but be excited to see the little child I helped bring into the world. But as I opened my eyes I screamed "AAAAAAAAHHHH what the fuck is that!"

In his hand was a horrific sight, he sat perched on the edge of the tub the staff all backed away giving us space. He stood in the same shirt and pants as he had worn earlier, in his arms laid this thing. about seven inches tall and five or so inches across, covered in this neon purple liquid that had been gushing out of me laid over it like a thick slime, the thing itself was an ovid shape like an egg but more rounded and thickest at the bottom and thinnest at the top, it had a red fleshy colour that was sheer showing inside a dark red shrivelled thing. Thomas glanced at me seeing annoyed for a second before returning his attention to the thing in his hand 

"Noo noo mummy didn't mean that sweetie" He cooes giving it a little kiss 

"ahhh! don't touch it!" I screamed 

"Leave us" he told the staff and they quickly fled leaving us alone "what on earth is the matter with you?"

"What the hell is that thing! where's our child?"

"This is our child." he says and he noticed my utter confusion "You really don't know anything about linley do you?"

"No! we've been over this many times"

"Okay" he sighed still cradling this thing, "When a mummy and a daddy love each other very much" he joked "Or well a master and his breeder. And they make love at the right time for them both, his seed latches on to her insides collecting genetic material via contact cell copying or just being attached to you in non-sci-fi terms, and over the course of a day, or few hours for us given you a breeder with quicker turn over time, the seed takes the material and begins to form an embryo and protective gel which becomes muscular. Once it has reached its term in the few hours, it slowly rips itself off your womb walls typically dragging a lot of stuff along with it, and creating the lubricant to help it get out easier" he says rubbing some of the purple liquid on his fingers, Then out comes little one" he cooes showing me the thing closer I was a little creeped out but I looked taking it into my hand it felt like a fruit wet, but solid impossible to puncture though unless you had a good knife, I looked though the sheer red liquid seeing the small shape inside the start of an embryo, of a child and even as I held it in my hand it throbbed slightly with a heartbeat. "That's our little one" he cooes coming to kneel beside the bath with me giving me a kiss and gently stroking the side 

"I pushed this out of me?"

"You did, don't worry you get use to the pain. and that's what I meant by you'll know, you'll feel it inside you so next time tell me okay"

"Okay, well I didn't know," I told him "Can it... hear us?"

"Course she can" he smiled "Hello sweetie" he cooes as the little creature shifted "awww she likes you, see she's moving. saying Hi mummy"

"Aww Hi little one" I giggled "How do you know it's a girl?"

"Red interiors are always girls. there black for boys" he says 

"How long till it'll... be a walking talking person?"

"About a year. she'll sit in the nursery till then and we can visit her and watch her grow." 

"That does sound nice" I smiled "I guess its not hard being a breeder"

"No, not too hard for you?"

"no. and its nice to be able to watch them grow. and that honestly I'm literally pregnant for like three hours tops is amazing"

"good. So shall we give her to the nurse maids or"

"No. cuddle a little longer"

"Of course you can cuddle her as long as you want too" he says giving my head "Thank you y/n. really. even just this is more help to this world then I think you realize. And... for my first little girl" 

"You don't need to thank me. its my job" I smiled

[mellow-worlds]

I feel bad but it's like :( idk I bndjawjdkawkdnwajkdnwjkadnjkwandjkwa fncsmfadfwadwaiownfjvkabfa dawdnhwaiodjawmdwa he was a little more dominant again and he didn't do anything radical but it's like dnbjadiwa it's the little things its the in theory harmless jokes he makes that get me thinking "there is no love for me in this world". Cuz we're just cuddling or wtv and he'll say something silly he'll make an innocent joke or he'll say we've cuddled enough (though we always keep cuddling afterwards) because that's literally all we did today and I am like permanent marker I just stick to him and if it was up to me I'd never let him go because the physical touch is just way too nice. But that kinda stuff gets me thinking "not even he can love me" and idk i feel like I can't get away from that. It feels too good to wallow in self-pity. And I'm trying to be better? I'm trying to have goals and I'm trying to be ok with the fact that he thinks I'm pretty and that he likes my body. This is also something, he comments on that a lot, on my physicalities and the sex we have, but like rarely about who I am as a person. ndjwkanda it makes me think "I'm a pile of trash and he (bless his soul) was able to find a little worth in me" and that worth is just my body, in case he isn't just lying about that.

He does often say that I'm his favourite person by quoting some song we both find stupid, it's cute and silly and very sweet of him, but I keep thinking those thoughts.

Also, I recently read Jessica the wizard eats a third horse and man, there's a scene where Jessica lies on the floor and phantasizes about being sung to, cradled like a useless tiny baby and then thrown away in the trash. I actually read that scene as L was sitting next to me in the subway. My god. That killed me. It kind of has a happy ending but like dnjkawndjwadnjaw Jason Steele, whyyyy. I can't get it out of my head and it's not helpful regarding me wanting to get better. I've been questioning whether I actually want to.

I do need to become my own person. L said that himself, used those exact words. I said that there's only moths and dust in my head, and he said that there's also a lightbulb and all the moths fly towards it and I said the light bulb was him, and he said no, and I insisted and so did he. I asked why and he said I can't be completely dependent on him and that I need to become my own person. I don't know how to get there. It was very sweet of him.

I need to remember that he likes being a little more "harsh" with people that are very close to him. He said that his love language is to use insults, and I need to keep that in mind. I shouldn't take it personally when he says "shut up" or when he jokingly asks me "are you stupid" or when he calls me a stupid goose or cow like today. My god I still get butterflies. I ndwjadnawjk there's only one way to deal with it, which is that I stop being so sensitive because he shouldn't have to change the jokes he makes and how he expresses that he's comfortable around me and likes me because YES HE DOES HE ISNT LYING AND I NEED TO LEARN THAT TOO. He sees value in me. I wonder what it is he sees in me. I wonder. I wonder. I wonder. I wonder if he wouldn't be happier with someone else. It doesn't matter, though, because first, he's stuck with me and I ain't gonna let him go that easily because I need him and I love him and it's ok but I need to be my own person as well and it's fine :(

I just got butterflies thinking about his "you don't deserve me" joke. And it's true, I don't deserve him. When we talked about it he said that he shouldn't say stuff like that, he shouldn't because we are in a relationship and because one just doesn't say that kind of thing, not even as a joke. I still get butterflies. I still get butterflies. I still get butterflies. I don't want that to stop. It feels nice somehow. I need to make him believe I've gotten better. I just haven't gotten better because I don't want to, because I romantisize the idea of the broken girl and being sad and depression and being useless. I have butterflies. Or maybe this world really can't bear any love for me and maybe BECAUSE of that I have to be kind to myself but I feel like I already am kind to myself. I feel like I am nothing but kind to myself. I think that I see myself realistically. Can't I get butterflies from him saying I'm pretty? Can't I get butterflies when I feel loved? Can't i feel loved? I wonder whether he does. HE DOES HE DOES I NEED TO ACCEPT THAT; I NEED TO TRUST HIM but I can't let go of being sad. I should be honest to him. I should tell him I don't think I've gotten better and that maybe I don't want to but no, I should be honest or say nothing but not pretend taht I've gotten better just so he'll hit me again and spit on me. I shouldn't lie. But he is not my therapist and I should not trauma dump on him and I should be gentle, because all of this affects him as well because he cares about me and yes, he does, and this is proof that he likes me. He loves me, doesn't he? I like to think so. I'd like to think so. I do, don't I? It's hard to accept.

I need to get better but right now I feel so comfortable walowwing in sadness. I felt really sad the last couple of days on several occasions while hanging out with him. No particular trigger, just feeling sad and worthless.

He loves me. I love him. I could at least learn that. I'll try to. Maybe it's ok that I'm not perfect and that he is aware of my faults, but he still loves me. Like Zizek said, loving is not to idolise, it is to love despite the faults. Maybe this is what L is doing with me, the purest kind of love. I don't deserve him. What even are my politics of whom deserves whom? Idk. I shouldn't worry about that, all I should care about is that our love is, in fact mutual. That's the first thing. I think I accept that. It's ok that I'm not perfect. It's ok that he knows that. If he can see my imperfect, fat body, he can see my imperfect, awful personhood. And I'm ok with him seeing my body, so I can be ok with him seeing how I suck. And it's ok. He still likes me, for whatever reason. He likes the sex we have. He can also like the other interactions and conversations we have. Yay. Ok. I'll be fine. Right now, that's how far I'll go. Mutual love. That's it. I'll internalise it. I can keep being sad for now. It feels too comforting. I want to cry.

[sun-lit-roses]

Brief Candle

I’m back! The holidays kinda took me out of the mood to watch new things rather than binge Star Trek for the eleven billionth time, but new year, new Stargate episodes! Booyah! Here we go, Season 1, Episode 9:

Okay I’m thinking Greek this time?

Yay, so is Daniel! I feel so smart.

Well, childbirth is something new for the series, sure.

Love everyone automatically looking at Sam. Just because she has the same parts doesn’t mean she knows what the hell to do 😂 Same, Sam.

I’ve missed the intro music 💗

Of course Daniel knows what to do! He’s our hero!

Well. Theoretically, he knows what to do. But they aren’t going to kill off a baby in the first ten minutes of the show, so I have high hopes.

Jack and Teal’c have noped out of that situation. Mood.

Aw, a baby! That is clearly not a newborn. But a baby!

Everyone is young and pretty - what is this, a teen drama?

Wow, this lady is not subtle at all.

And yet Jack is somehow startled by ‘the cake is only for you.’

Sam is definitely not surprised. Is laughing at your CO against regulations?

Also, all I can think of is ‘the cake is a lie.’ Wrong decade. But still.

Ma’am, you’re supposed to wait until your crush can’t see you before you trade high fives with your besties.

Oh good, the time honored tradition of tormenting your teammates is alive and well in Stargate. Always my favorite part 😁

Okay, judging by that last look Jack gave Sam for giggling, laughing at your CO might not be against regulations, but it is definitely not recommended if you want to stay out of the dog house. Or KP duty. Whatever.

Oh no, his vision’s going all fuzzy! WAS THE CAKE A LIE

She drugged him and is now... dancing for him? Oh and now dragging him away, that’s a little more what I expected.

Um, shouldn’t the team be fighting a little harder to intervene? This seems out of character? He just got dragged off by an alien stranger?

So the roofie wore off, Jack has no idea what happened, and he may have killed a woman with sex? This episode took a left.

Oh, everyone is just asleep. But then why does Jack look so freaked out? I mean, other than the roofie thing.

Ooooo awkward.

Bet there’s not training in ‘how to greet your team while wearing a sheet.’ I also bet that Jack wishes there was.

I can’t tell if Sam is accusatory or concerned.

Well, definitely concern all around now. Passing out will do that. What all is up with that cake?? Roofie *and* universe’s best sleeping medication?

 Poor Jack. He is not having a good time.

Wait, the other people aren’t hungover. So is it not the cake that makes them pass out?

T’ealc’s ‘You never before inquired’ when Daniel asks why he didn’t tell him he knew what the temple symbols meant. He’s not wrong. 😂

Teal’c just casually opening up the statue while Daniel rambles. King.

That is a *really* cool tablet.

Aha! That’s why they made a big deal out of the birth mark! So we could identify this kid who’s growing up WAY too fast.

Wait, the original dude. He said 100 days of celebration or something. What if it’s not a festival, but some kind of sped up time thing? Sped up lives? Or is the planet sped up, and our intrepid heros are going to return home and find a year passed or something?

Looks like the former! So does each day equal one year for these people?

I’d make a joke about cradle robbing, but since Jack was drugged and not consenting, I’ll refrain. Also, if it’s 1 day = 1 year, then 31 years seems respectable.

A virus?

Oh no, that means Jack only has 100 days to live?! Or less, maybe? Not sure how that translates if they start out older. He was growing on me!

Whoa that sunset came on fast.

Yay, it’s the Cool Doc again! I’m glad she came back. She better not die like Kowalsky did after two episodes. I’ve got trust issues with this show now.

Floppy disks. Now there’s a throwback.

OH great, starting out older sounds like it accelerates this? So how much time does he have??

Holy receding hairline, Batman.

TWO WEEKS?!

I mean, he’s right to send them away, best to be on the safe side and they can make trips for info that they need. I’m glad their disease protocols are improving! Although considering they let Carter traipse back and forth... still not great.

Nanotech? Will that be easier to destroy than a normal virus? Just wave a big EMP in Jack’s direction, see what happens?

Pretty sure arguing with the statue isn’t a *great* use of your time, Jack, but I can’t really blame you.

MARRIAGE cake?

I’m not sure yelling at the woman about the only culture she’s ever known is really going to help matters here.

How does their aging work anyway - everyone looks young. Where are the people who are 70 or 80 days old? Or do they not visibly age after a certain point? But they don’t seem surprised by Jack’s appearance, so that doesn’t make sense.

Also, is there just like a *massive* graveyard somewhere if people are dying off so quickly?

I really need to stop trying to figure out the internal logic of a planet that, based on how the show has gone so far, we’re never going to see again.

How does Jack know that there isn’t like a forcefield or laser grid to keep the Chosen from leaving? I guess they probably scanned the area for things like that.

This is... possibly very sweet? I know Kynthia is trying to be nice, but sex really can’t solve everything, honey.

Also, are they going to have sex right in front of the Stargate? What if someone comes through. All ‘We have a cure!... OH.’

Could we have a Jack episode that *doesn’t* make me want to cry? Please?

Well, that’s taking de-throning a god very seriously.

Okay, this has been bugging me the whole time, WHERE do I know the blonde female alien from? The actress, I mean. I’m going to have to look her up after the episode, aren’t I.

They’re going to run into some sort of forcefield by leaving the village aren’t they?

There is some sort of... something? They’re awake? Jack isn’t younger, though.

The statue! Has a blinky thing!

Our team to the rescue!

They fixed everyone and Jack gets to live. Love a happy ending.

Aw. Maybe Kynthia can fall for someone new with all the years she has now. Maybe without drugging them first this time.