#it’s dawning on me that I don’t know how to draw babies

[mercsmemes]

Tales from the Group Chat

“What are the Deep Roads if not the highways of Thedas?”

“Listen we’ve been over this: you can’t make a guy with a God complex top.”

“I’m sorry about your toilet.”

“The child must learn she isn’t worthy of unicorns.”

“Sorry, he wasn’t a random vampire. He was also a mime.”

“Why ask women when you could just be a man with an opinion?”

“I saw a space cowboy and it’s my duty, nay, PRIVILEGE to ride.”

“You bring geese into an argument to win it.”

“Murder attempts are how Orlesian nobles say hello.”

“I can excuse wanting to end the world as we know it but I draw the line at Cullen fucking.”

“Perhaps the real Talking Darkspawn was the Warden all along.”

“One day soon the dawn will come? Haha I think you will find the dawn comes every day.”

“I can’t believe Mythal was the first gamer girl.”

“He doesn’t deserve to be ingested.”

“It’s ok, I’m from the Qun-ion.”

“Whenever I see it I’m like bored but also offended by how bored I am.”

“Meredith Orsino Malcom [rando’s last name] you were named after all the people I blame for my trauma.”

“Peak Templar is Otto investigating a Veil issue and not the mages enslaving people like 20 feet away.”

“Every pair of shoes I own are clown shoes.”

“Gaslight gatokeep girlboss.”

“Accidentally killed my husband because I thought I had healing hands equipped but I actually didn’t so instead I punched him to death.”

“I tell her that I do not control the cricket and she does not believe me.”

“Would you rather have Goofy as your Psychopomp who takes you to the afterlife OR the obstetrician who delivers your baby?”

“Me, quietly: dickscourse.”

“Animals do not have money.”

“Your own fault for having feet, really.”

“Bring ravioli, babe.”

“Science lesbian is so vicious.”

“Spoilered because one has a dismembered penis for some reason.”

“Do not stand by my keyblade and weep. I am norted, I do not sleep.”

“When I die make sure I have cameltoe.”

“Women are completely hairless beings that don’t poop.”

“Are you calling me a Fereldan?”

“I can’t believe sex and Irn Bru were invented in the same land. Possibly in the same lake.”

“Simple and queer is the way we’re all feeling tonight.”

“Cullen had clearly started a raw meat diet and needed cover.”

“With the power of bisexuality we can make liking men feel gay.”

“You ask [name] to dom for you and he says yes but he starts crying and it kind of ruins the vibe.”

“I am haunted by the utter fruitlessness of making cornflakes.”

“Trophy spouses don’t have to be older or younger, just super hot.”

“All elves are just Solas running around really fast.”

“Accept the truth into your heart: Tevinter doesn’t season their spaghetti and they only have smooth penne pasta.”

“Antivans Mad at Food blog confirmed.”

“Meredith the PEZ dispenser.”

“What if the real handspider was the friends we made along the way.”

“So, no dongus?”

“WHEREwolf!”

“Sometimes the real Agents of Fen’Harel are the people modern society has crushed along the way.”

[h-didanart]

Baby Bloodmoon

Baby Bloodmoon :D

Here are the Separated Twins and Swap!

Hunter and Harvest would run around a lot and then crash and sleep for hours, they would always be around one another no matter what they were doing. Harvest despite not having too much of a grasp on emotions would be highly expressive while Hunter would be the exact opposite. They’d 100% swap clothes all the time.

Swap is a feral cat, they run around everywhere, scratch every surface they can get their claws on, bite, scratch, the like. Technically speaking Scythe can talk but she doesn’t. They straight up actually just are a cat.

Then Horror and Keeper!

Heaven and Hatchet’s clothes are all Halloween themed. They really like watching TV//Movies and ���helping out” with cooking. They’re not as energetic as other Bloodmoons, even during sugar highs, the most they do is babble a lot. Speaking of, they will ask a lot of questions about anything that catches their eye, mostly bugs and cooking utensils.

Sickle really likes fluffy stuff, they burrow themselves in blankets if they have the chance. They are the type of baby that always gets themselves in dangerous places unfortunately, they need repairs pretty often. Doesn’t cry a lot surprisingly enough.

And lastly the Grief Trio!

Buck and Styx are a fearful kid. They don’t trust easily, usually staying away from everyone. The jacket they’re wearing is Solar’s, it’s their comfort item. They are actually just fully mute, but will growl and hiss if someone comes too close to them. They copy their friends whenever they’re around them. Their pastimes usually include sleeping, watching others, and watching Solar work.

Original is a very, veeeery angry baby. He really doesn’t like adults. He’s a biter. He is very artistically inclined, drawing on walls and floors with crayons, grabbing whatever fabrics there are and tying them all together, and actually being somewhat responsible with glitter usage on paper drawings. He only shares his plushies with his close friends.

Ruby and Vermillion are very energetic babies. They like the outside and nature. They will hug everyone and everything. Generally they like to crawl around since it’s easier than walking for them, which can get a bit messy if they’re outside. They get overwhelmed easily sadly, they have a lot of sensory issues. They like to carry//drag their friends around.

@animatronic-assistant

The babies :3

[thief-of-eggs]

Headcanon that Kon finally works up the nerve to confess his love to Tim- except he messes up and confesses on April Fools day, so after a long pause where Tim’s heart nearly leaves his chest, he just laughs and says “good one”

And while Kon is momentarily confused (and a little crushed), he quickly is reminded of the date by a less than favorable prank pulled by Bart- and instead of explaining things to Tim, he decides to roll with it

It becomes an inside joke between them both. Kon starts saying “love ya” before every mission- and he means it. But Tim just takes it as a joke, and he pretends it doesn’t make his cheeks flush, pretends it doesn’t make his heart race.

The longer it goes on without Tim confessing back, the bolder Kon grows. He is pretty sure Tim likes him back, given he can hear how Tim’s heart races each time he flirts- but he’s still waiting for the proper confession. And what better way to draw it out than by getting flirtier and flirtier?

“Have a good meeting, baby, I hope they don’t keep you from me for too long”

“Hey there hot stuff, is that a batarang in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

“Have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes look Tim? Because they really are. Brighter than the whole night sky alight with stars.”

Tim goes insane. He can’t show how much the phrases are affecting him, can’t let Kon know it isn’t a joke to him- so he flirts back. Because why on earth would he be normal and just talk about it?

He starts small, and works his way up to bolder statements. Speaking his heart, veiling the words as bits of their joke.

“Hey pretty boy, you gonna join us on this mission or is your head still in the clouds?”

“Calm down Kon, this is a sparring ring, not our bedroom”

“Can I get a kiss for luck babe? You know I always perform better when I’m around you.”

It’s like a game. Of wits, of wills. Everyone watches from a far with their eyebrows raised, watching the gayest friendship they’ve ever seen as the boys both flirt and flirt, a sort of game of chicken that neither seems to know the rules to.

It takes months for things to escalate so much till they’re essentially just dating. Tim doesn’t realize it until they’re sitting curled up on the couch together after a mission, his head on Kon’s shoulder, their legs intertwined under the blanket.

“We’re dating… aren’t we?”

Kon kisses the top of his head. “Took you a while, Mr detective.”

Tim’s face flushes as he rethinks every phrase Kon ever said to him, before winding back to that first fateful confession.

His heart skips a beat as the meaning dawns on him.

“You love me,” he says, less a question more a statement.

“I do,” Kon replies, fighting off a smile.

Tim’s heart races a mile a minute. He pushes away from Kon to look him in his eyes, his ribs feeling too small to contain his growing heart.

“I love you too,” he says, breathless with the confession.

“I know,” Kon answers, his eyes twinkling. Tim wants to punch him- but then Kon is kissing him, and Tim forgets every hostile feeling.

He pushes their combined idiocracy aside and grabs Kon by his shirt, and pulls the super into him.

[watchmegetobsessed]

HOME

A/N: im still in denial and this is my way of coping

WORD COUNT: 1k

SUMMARY: You knew the emotions would catch up with Harry once more after the show. And you're there to guide him through these overwhelming feelings.

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 You knew it would be just a matter of time before the overwhelming emotions of the final show would catch up with Harry again once he has left the stage. The speech he delivered was just the first wave, knowing Harry, and you know him probably better than anyone else, more was to come.

The backstage was full of hugs, congratulations and promises to never forget the experiences shared on this amazing journey. Harry stayed in his show outfit for way longer he usually did as he made his rounds among his friends, family, all his loved ones who came out to support him on the end of his tour. And you stayed by his side through it all. His hand remained wrapped around yours and you silently waited for him to process it.

Now you’re back in your hotel room, it’s almost dawn, the night has stretched long, though you know Harry wished it lasted forever. You’re lying in bed, waiting for him to finish in the bathroom, scrolling through your phone, watching all the fan made tributes to Love On Tour.

You notice that the water has shut down for a while now, but Harry still hasn’t come out. Slipping off the bed you walk over to the closed door and try to listen to the voices and figure out what he is doing and then you hear it.

The sobs.

“Harry? Can I come in?” you gently knock on the door before opening it and poking your head inside.

Standing in front of the mirror, he is leaning onto the sink, his wet curls are falling ahead and you see his shoulders shaking right away.

“Oh baby.” You push the door open more and move over to him, hugging his waist from behind as you press a million kisses between his shoulder blades.

“S-sorry, I just—“ he speaks up, but his sobs doesn’t let him talk.

“It’s okay. It’s okay baby,” you squeeze him and rest your forehead against the back of his neck while you just patiently give him the chance to let it all out.

You knew it was coming, it’s no surprise. You expected him to have his emotions overflow at one point, he gave over two years of his life to this tour, it’s natural he is having a hard time dealing with letting it go.

Minutes pass by and his breathing somewhat regulates, you loosen your hold around him and urge him to move around so you can look at him. You’ve seen the tiredness on his face for a while now, but it’s screaming now, mixed with the sadness and bitterness that’s eating him away right now.

You take his tear soaked cheeks in your hands and lift yourself up onto your tiptoes so your lips could meet his salty ones.

“Let’s get you to bed, okay?”

He just nods and lets you walk him out of the bathroom and to the bed. He takes his side and you climb onto yours and he curls against you in an instant, his head lying on your chest as you’re propped up against the headboard.

“Sorry, it just all… came crashing over me,” he breathes out, his voice croaked and low.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

With gentle fingers, you’re raking through his hair, massaging his scalp while his hands slip under your shirt, to your ribcage so he can follow how it expands with every breath you draw.

“It’s so weird that it’s over.”

“It is, yeah,” you hum. Raking your brain you’re trying to figure out what would help him and you decide to recall your favorite memories. “Do you remember the show in Nashville? When I spilled cranberry juice on your shirt so you didn’t wear one under the sparkly jacket?”

“I remember that,” he chuckles. “Don’t think the fans were mad at it.”

“They all just want to see you naked, like I do,” you tease him. “That’s why I hid your shirt on Wembley night four.”

“What?” he lifts his head. “That was you?”

“Of course,” you grin.

“You cheeky little thing,” he shakes his head before resting his chin on your chest this time so he can look at you. “I loved it when you matched your outfit with mine.”

“You remember what shows we matched?” you challenge him.

“Madison Square Garden night one and two, Denver, Tokyo, Edinburgh, Vienna…” he recites, probably better than you could have.

“My mom loves the picture of us in Edinburgh, we looked like two Barbie dolls,” you chuckle.

“Pauli said you should have gotten matching outfits with them as well.”

“I am part of the Love Band too, right?”

“Especially when Sarah teaches you how to drunk before shows,” he smirks, taking you back to all the times Sarah was your teacher even though your sense of rhythm has never been the best.

“I would make an excellent drummer, come on!”

“Absolutely,” he laughs and the tears are finally gone, it’s all just the most precious memories from the past two years.

It gets brighter outside but the two of you can’t stop talking about the best moments you’ll always remember. Harry recalls his favorite fan moments, the signs, the reactions, he tells you about how he often thinks about the pregnant women he did gender reveals for and if the babies have been born already. You tell him about your favorite shows, the best dance moves he has busted out on stage and soon there’s no show you haven’t brought up, there’s something memorable in each and every one.

It’s past six in the morning when Harry finally falls asleep, exhaustion has won and he is snoring gently, still curled up against you as you watch him for a bit, feeling like you’re the one guarding his peace.

“You brought so many people home,” you whisper and craning your neck you press a kiss to the top of his head. “Now it’s time for you to go home and rest.”

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[delicatebarness]

The Barnes-Rogers Family Adventures | Auntie Nat to the rescue! #006

Summary: It's that time of the month, and it's only Auntie Nat that can help,

Warnings: This post and series are safe for work (SFW) regressions. Nothing explicit. However, please be aware that the rest of my blog is NOT. NSFW accounts are welcome to read and reblog, but please keep all comments SFW out of consideration for other littles.

Word Count: 732

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A/N: I've had this idea for months and I finally got around to bringing this family back. - Please feel free to leave feedback or let me know where and how you want the story to continue, this is just as much yours as mine. - B

Tags: @sapphirebarnes | Let me know if you want to be tagged specifically for this series.

Everything: @hallecarey1 | @pattiemac1 | @uhmellamoanna | @scraftsku35 | @ozwriterchick | @sapphirebarnes | @rach2602

An uncomfortable, dull ache adorned your lower abdomen when you woke you. Stirring in your bed, curling up into a ball against the sheets, you realize that your period has started. You tried to ignore the discomfort and quietly approach the bathroom– you wanted to handle it yourself without drawing too much attention.

As the morning progressed, the cramps grew worse and made it difficult to hide the pain. Wincing, you tried to stay distracted with toys, but even Peter was noticing something wasn’t right.

“Are you okay?” Pete asked, he pointed to your arms clutching around your stomach, concern etched in his features. 

“I’m fine,” you mumbled.

Worried, Peter made it his mission to find either Steve or Bucky. “Papa? Daddy? I think something’s wrong with Tiny,” he said, taking Steve’s hand and leading him back to where you were sitting. 

Steve knelt beside you, a large hand reaching out to rub your back, his brow furrowed with concern. “Sweetie? Are you okay? Do you need anything?” 

Shaking your head, you didn’t want to explain. “I’m o-okay, Papa.” 

“Are you sure, baby?” Bucky asked, exchanging a worried glance with Steve. “You don’t look so good.” 

Tears began to fill your eyes, the pain becoming too much to bear. “My tummy hurts,” you finally admitted, quietly.

“Do we need to take you to the doctor?” Steve asked, his heart aching to see you in pain.

“No, it's just–” you sniffled, shaking your head. “It’s my period,” you whispered, heat rushing to your cheeks.

Bucky’s face dawned with understanding, and he gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, “It’s okay, Baby. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Should we call Auntie Nat? We can see if she’s free to come over.” 

Relieved at the thought of having Natasha here, you nodded. “Yes, please.” 

Within the hour, Natasha brought a comforting presence. She entered the living room to find you curled up on the couch, holding your stomach, and the two men looking on worriedly. 

“Hey there, sweets,” Nat softly said, sitting down beside you. “I hear you’re not feeling well.” 

The tears threatened to spill down your cheeks as you looked up at Nat, nodding toward her. “It hurts, Auntie Nat.” 

With a warm smile, Nat pulled a small bag out of her purse. “Don’t worry, I’ve got some things that will make it all better. Come on, let’s get you more comfortable.” 

Natasha held a heating pad against your stomach and helped you with some pain relief medication. In her bag, she also brought some snacks, sweet and salty. She gently stroked your hair while sitting beside you, and she spoke in a soothing voice– helping to distract you from the pain.

Watching gratefully from the kitchen, Steve and Bucky share a knowing look. You were in good hands, better hands than they could provide at this time. After preparing a light lunch, they brought it over to you and Nat.

“Thank you, Nat,” Steve said, his tone sincere as he handed her a cup of coffee.

“Anytime,” she replied, giving him a reassuring smile. “I’m always here for my favorite little.” 

“Hey!” Peter shouted from the floor, where he was lying while watching the television. He sent an exaggerated pout toward Nat, crossing his arms over his chest. “What about me?” 

Natasha’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “You know you’re my favorite big little,” she teased, giving him a playful wink, and taking a sip of coffee.

As the day went by, your cramps eased and you felt better knowing you had people around you who cared about you. Aunt Nat stayed for the majority of the day, keeping you company until you felt more like yourself again.

And, by the time you were tucked into bed, you felt much better. “Thank you, Papa. Thank you, Daddy.” you softly spoke, fighting back a yawn. “Thank you for calling Auntie Nat.” 

“Of course, Baby,” Bucky said, placing a gentle kiss against your forehead. “We’re always here for you, no matter what.” 

Nodding, Steve took your small hand in his, placing kisses against your knuckles. “And, you can always tell us anything, okay? We love you.” 

With a sleepy nod, you smiled. “I love you too.” 

You felt grateful for your family. And, as you drifted off to sleep, you knew no matter what they would always be there to support you.

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[diddybok]

finding a present you got them.

all characters depicted in my writing are from my own imagination and do NOT in anyway represent nor reflect the people in real life :)

➩pairing: ot8 x gn!reader

➩genre(s): fluff, boyfriend!stray kids

➩warnings: swearing, violence (not bad i promise), suggestiveness

➩wc: 4.2k (4,200) each varies from 330-700 words!

➩author’s note: isn’t it funny how you’re reading this and it not actually happening to you? come my love, let us hold hands whilst we cry and be delusional.

chris

You decided to visit Chris at work. You had bought him a present that you think he would really appreciate. Greeting the staff members, you made your way up to his studio and entered the code to get in.

You always loved seeing him hard at work, it was just something about how he concentrates so deeply on a song that was so sexy to you.

You walked in and placed your bag and some food you got him on the sofa. He had his headphones in so you gently wrapped your arms across his shoulders and placed a kiss on his cheek. He instantly paused what he was working on and took off his headphones.

“Hey baby what are you doing here?” He asks excitedly as he brings you to sit on his lap. He doesn’t let you reply straight away as he draws your face closer to his to kiss you lovingly.

“I have a surprise for you.” You say softly.

“Is that so?” He says raising an eyebrow at you. He pats the side of your thigh as you get up and run to your bag and pull out the gift box you have.

You make your way back over to him, but you miss the almost sorry look he gives you before it lightens up again.

You hand it to him to open and he does, careful not to make a mess of the wrapping paper. As the item is revealed he gasps.

“Wait woah, I wasn’t expecting these! Baby thank you so much oh my gosh!” He gleams.

“You like them?” You ask as you watch him pull the new noise cancelling headphones out of the box.

“Like them? Babe I love them. Thank you so much!” He says pulling you onto his lap to place kisses all over your cheeks.

“There’s more waiting for you at home.” You say laughing at how cute he looks trying his new headphones on.

“Is it the new joggers you got me?” He says admiring his newest addition to his studio.

It was as if the DJ had just scratched the record and the waitstaff just dropped flutes of champagne. It hadn’t dawned on Chris what he had just said until he looked at you and the smile fell from his face and the reality of what he just said settled in.

“Oh fuck. I meant what is it? Haha.” He awkwardly laughs to try and cover up his mistake. It was too late though as your arms had begun their journey to cross over your chest and your bottom lip en route to stick out.

“No don’t do that.” Chris says now mirroring your pout. “I promise that was a mistake. I wasn’t going to tell you that I saw you wrapping up my gifts. You looked too cute and happy to ruin the surprise.” He explains trying to pry your arms open. Lucky for him you weren’t putting up much of a fight and he wraps your arms around his neck and carries you over to sit on the sofa.

“You deserve an Oscar for that performance” You mumble. He chuckles lightly and sways you gently.

“I do don’t I?” He agrees, but it earns a sharp glance his way and he quickly apologises.

“Well since you knew I was going to give you those. Can you be surprised when I say I also brought you dinner?” You ask.

“That I didn’t actually know so let’s eat together. Then I’ll treat you to whatever dessert you want as an apology”. At that your face broke it’s annoyed exterior and you both smiled.

He may have known what you got him but at least he tried to act like he didn’t. Honestly, who could ask for a better boyfriend?

minho

You’re laying on your bed on your stomach scrolling through TikTok’s. Your ‘For You’ page has been filled with loads of videos that have been making you laugh, some getting a snort out of you.

“Uh oh seems we have a little piglet that has entered the house.” Minho says jumping on your legs and straddling your thighs.

“Rude and disrespectful. Though these are really funny videos.” You say humming with laughter. Minho starts making a beat, slapping your butt cheeks and giving them a squeeze here and there.

You would act surprised, but his infatuation with people’s bums are something that should be studied. But by STAY, not you. If you come across one more video of him attacking the boys’ butts you will start to side eye him.

He continues his impromptu song-making session as you continue to scroll. Doongie strolls in and jumps up on the bed, curling up by Minho’s pillow. Resting his little head to sleep to the sound of ‘drums’, he is startled by your eruption of laughter.

“Shh you woke Doongie. What are you even watching that’s so funny?” Minho says now laying fully on top of your back leaning his head around yours to see your phone.

You go to turn and explain to him what the video was, but a strong scent filled your senses. A scent you have smelt before, but certainly not on him.

“Min, babe, I like your cologne. Is it new?” You question carefully.

“Yep! I was looking for your nail file in your bag and found a wrapped present addressed to me. So I obviously opened it. I smell good don’t I? I’ve been receiving a lot of compliments from it today. Thank you by the way.” He says dismissively, giving your cheek a quick peck.

“How long ago did you find it?” You say trying to seem unbothered.

“Hmm, maybe a week?”

You choke slightly. So all that panicking thinking you had lost this really expensive cologne was for nothing. Because your boyfriend had found it and was getting all the compliments from your present to him.

You turn around the best you can underneath him, your phone to one side replaying the video over and over again. He looks down at you with a cheeky smile.

“Not cool.” You say.

“Oh come on, I’m sorry. I couldn’t pretend I hadn’t seen it though. Does it make it better that today was the only day I had worn it?” Minho says in between planting kisses all over your face.

“No.”

“Forgive me? I know of some ways I can make it up to you. Ways that will need for me to reapply it once I’m finished.” He purrs winking at you.

You turn your head to stop him from seeing the way you blushed at his words. He gently grabs your chin and turns your head to face him again.

“I think you squeezing your thighs together is a yes hmm kitten?” He whispers against your lips. Unable to control your breathing, you groan and run your fingers through his hair.

“Doongie, please leave. I don’t want you to see just how I am going to show my forgiveness to Y/n.” He says directing that at the orange fur ball but smirking at you.

It seems Doongie got the message because he swiftly exited the room. Just as long as you both don’t overrun and miss his and his sibling’s dinner time like last time!

changbin

Changbin walked in the house and threw his gym bag in the utility room to unpack later. He had finished early at the studio today so he thought to get his gym session in earlier today and surprise you.

However, there was no sign of you anywhere. He went to your shared bedroom and that’s when he heard the shower on and your lovely attempt at singing one of their songs.

Deciding he would very much like to join you in the shower, he goes to the wardrobe to grab a clean towel. Something had caught his eye, a bright red bag at the bottom of the wardrobe tucked away in the corner.

His interest piqued, he pulls the bag out and brings it over to the window to see it better in the light.

Inspecting the gym bag he smiles knowing this was all you, but then he finds ‘Chang-been getting swole!’ written down the side. He lets out a roar of a laugh clearly amused by your choice of word play.

It seems he was laughing for so long and very loudly that he didn’t hear the shower turn off and you call out his name.

You come racing in to find him bent over laughing wiping stray tears. Changbin immediately stops laughing when he feels a sting on his backside. He turns around looking at you incredulously, holding the cheek you just attacked.

“Should’ve named it ‘Chang-been caked up’ that shit jiggle.” You tease, wrapping your towel tighter around you.

“How. Dare. You. Smack my butt and then say it jiggles.” Changbin says eyes wide. Momentarily looking at you in your towel, but then back up to your face.

“How dare you laugh at the present I was going to give you?” You fire back. “Plus I couldn’t help myself, it’s just so juicy.”

“Yah!” he says before chasing you around the house. You had better hope you run and hide quickly if you still want to keep your backside!

hyunjin

“Babe?” Hyunjin pokes his head around the corner of the kitchen looking for your whereabouts. He was in the studio finishing a painting before he heard you scramble in. Usually greeting him with a kiss, he hadn’t seen you. That was an hour ago.

Trying his luck upstairs again, he sees the door to his studio is shut. That’s strange, I could’ve sworn I had left it open? He slowly approaches the door, placing the side of his head on the door to listen for any sign of you inside. Nothing.

He swings open the door and sees crumpled wrapping paper thrown all over the room. However what catches his eye is the mahogany wooden box, open to reveal the most finely crafted paint brush set.

He makes his way over to admire the collection, gently picking up and inspecting each brush before setting it back down in its designated spot in the box.

He quickly tiptoes out of the studio, making sure he left everything as he found it. As he was walking down the stairs with a wide grin on his face, he runs straight into you.

He jumps back all dramatic whilst you stand there staring at him with one eyebrow raised, a lollipop in your mouth.

“What’re you doing?” You question, folding your arms.

“What, no kiss hello? What flavour lollipop is that?” Hyunjin asks not giving you time to answer as he snatches it out your mouth and puts it in his.

“Yum strawberry, imagine that?” He releases the sweet with a ‘pop’ and places one arm on the wall. “Well I mean it is red so one could only assume. Though nowadays watermelon sweets are red so it could be tricky to decipher which is which. Then again you could just read the label-”

You groan overzealously which halts his rambling. You drop your arms and head in defeat and lackadaisically wander around him to the kitchen.

“What?” He says right on your tail. “Did you want the lollipop back? I mean you can have it if you want, but it’s kinda tasty.”

You shut him up with your lips on his. His eyes are wide as he looks at you quizzically.

“I hope you enjoy them my love” You say rolling your eyes as you caress his cheek.

Hyunjin bashfully looks at you and places the lollipop to your lips. You part them willingly to let the sweet treat in and immediately you are lifted off the ground and spun in the air.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” He exclaims as he spins you causing you to laugh. He places you down gently, removes the lollipop from your mouth and places a soft kiss on your lips. “I love you sweetheart.”

jisung

Jisung was playing games on your phone and singing some of their unreleased music as you were in the kitchen cooking.

He was about to get ready to belt the next line when a notification caught his attention.

‘Your Dior Order Confirmation…’

He may have gotten excited and clicked on it considering you were both talking about some Dior sunglasses the other day.

What had surprised him though, was the style that was seemingly what you had bought, looked a lot like the ones he had on his wish list. Matter of fact, he is certain they are the correct ones.

“Hey Ji, dinner’s almost ready!” You yell from the kitchen. He gets up hurriedly and makes his way into the kitchen, getting plates from the cupboard.

Though he tries, he can’t contain the excitement that is clearly showing on his face.

“What’s got you smiling so brightly? Did you complete a hard level of Wordscapes?” You ask plating the food.

“Me?”

You look around the empty apartment. “Yes you, ain’t no one else in this place.”

Jisung is still gleaming as he makes his way around you, getting glasses and filling them up with your respective choice of drink. As he goes to walk past you again, you carefully stop him, placing your hand on his chest.

“Ji…what did you do?” You ask him slowly.

“Nothing! I just love you so much. You are the best ever and I’m going to marry you someday.” He says smiling down at you. You smile softly and place a loving kiss on his lips.

──・──・・✿ ・・──・──

Your belly was fully after finishing your dinner. Jisung had washed up and insisted you both have ice cream for dessert. Though you felt you were about to explode.

As he was digging around in the freezer, you checked your phone for any messages. As you unlocked it, you were surprised to see the page it was left on.

You put two and two together instantly and couldn’t stop the rumble of laughter. He really did remind you of a toddler in many ways. It did bum you out sadly that you couldn’t surprise him fully with his gift, but it’s okay.

His mood was much more jovial since he had read that email and you found it unbelievably cute. Now here he was stuffing his cheeks with ice cream. You called his name to see the full ‘quokka face’ in action. Big eyes, raised eyebrows and big puffy cheeks. You leaned in and kissed his lips, they were cold and tasted like chocolate. You wiped the edge of his mouth with your thumb and sucked off some of the creamy goodness.

“I love you and your inability to hide anything from me” You chuckle. He tilts his head and swallows what was left in his mouth.

“Why would I hide anything from my baby?” He asks genuinely confused.

“I know you read the email.”

He starts shaking his head apologetically and mumbling incoherent apologies. “I really am sorry, I didn’t mean to look at it, but I was just playing the game and then it popped down on the screen and then I got excited because we were talking about it the other day. I’m sorry!” He rambles.

“It’s okay JiJi” You laugh watching him scramble to put the bowl once full with ice cream down and cuddle up with you.

“When I said I was going to marry you, it wasn’t because you buy me things, but because I really do want to spend my life with you. You take such good care of me when I sometimes don’t.” He confirms.

“I know, I would never think you would marry me for my money because you’re obviously not doing well for yourself huh” You joke.

“Ha ha real funny”

“Okay okay, I love you and your wallet Ji.” You tease kissing his forehead before snuggling up to him.

felix

“Fifi and the flowertots~” You sing around your shared apartment looking for your boyfriend. You went into his gaming room and was shocked to see he wasn’t there gaming or building lego sets. You take a look at the office chair he has and remember all the conversations about him complaining about his neck and his back.

You sigh softly and continue down the hall to the kitchen, humming along to the song of choice you use to call your boyfriend.

It certainly wasn’t a lovely day as what you saw stopped you dead in your tracks. It had been a while since Felix baked, but that wasn’t what surprised you.

It was the ginormous chef’s hat he was wearing. The one that you had bought as a set with his-

“Oh hi doll, ‘m making brownies!” He exclaims facing you with flour on his cheeks. You look down at the apron he’s wearing.

‘Don’t brown nose me for my brownies >:(’ it reads. His eyes follow yours and he looks down at his apron.

“Oh yeah, I really liked it and I couldn’t wait to bake with my new attire. So…I put it on and started baking.” He sheepishly admits, bringing his fingers to his neck.

You run over to him, unable to deny how cute he looks in his gift and pull him into a warm embrace.

“You know you look really cute right now. That’s the only thing from stopping me being mad at you for unpacking my gift and wearing it without me giving it to you.” You giggle.

“Cute? I don’t know, I think I wanna look sexy in this.” He says cupping your face with both hands and pretending to think.

“That’s an easy solution to fix. Clothes off. Apron and hat on.” You propose. You see a faint colouring of pink adorn his honey freckled cheeks.

“Oh. I mean. Well yeah sure.” He chokes out. You smile and bring his lips down to meet yours. He smiles into the kiss and releases with a sigh of content.

“Hey Lix”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t ruin my surprise again.” You say smiling.

“Don’t worry doll I won’t! You can have some freshly baked brownies as a sorry.” He clears his throat. “Then maybe we can test the whole, just apron on thing.” Felix lowly speaks.

“I would say you would make me a very happy person if you did both” You smile and kiss him once more before moving to sit at the island and patiently wait for your brownies.

Lucky for you, he thinks that’s his only gift. It’s going to be hard work lugging a gaming chair to his gaming room without him noticing!

seungmin

You fumble with the keys in your hand trying to unlock the front door. Why you thought you could carry your bags, some food shopping and takeout all in one trip you don’t know. Yet here you are cursing at some metal for not getting in the hole.

Suddenly the door opens and your fingers breathe, the weight being lifted off of them. You walk inside and close the door quickly. Careful to not let all the heat from the house escape outside.

“Thanks minnie” You sigh as you kick your shoes off and join him as he unloads the shopping.

You wrap your arms around him and rest your head on his back, enjoying the warmth he emits.

“This hoodie is so soft, I am definitely stealing it for a day” You say rubbing your cheek against it.

“Aht Aht! Stop rubbing up on my hoodie. You’re not stealing this one, this one is special.” Seungmin says turning round to embrace you properly and place a kiss on your forehead.

“Why?” You say as you step out of his embrace slightly and look at his new hoodie.

Wait.

“You gotta be shitting me.”

“The food smells so good, I’ll plate it up. You go find something for us to watch” He says ignoring your last words and grabbing the food containers.

“You’re wearing it!”

“Sight is such a spectacular thing to have. I’m lucky we are both blessed to see” He nonchalantly states.

“Why can’t you be a normal boyfriend and wait for me to surprise you with a gift instead of you surprising me by wearing it?” You say lightly slapping his arm to which he fails to hide his smile as he tries to avoid the onslaught of hits.

“‘Cause then I would have to pretend to not know that you got me a gift. I always know as soon as I see you looking at the labels of my hoodies or asking the boys what clothes I’ve been looking at recently. It’s cute.” He smiles kissing the pout off of your lip.

“Thank you baby I love it. Now let’s go eat.” He says kissing you one more time before tapping your butt to send you off to the living room.

One day you’ll be able to surprise him with a gift. Just not any time soon.

jeongin

You and Jeongin are walking hand in hand down the street, running errands and aimlessly browsing in stores. One of your errands was to pick up your ring that you had got replenished.

“I’ll be right back, ‘m just gonna get my ring. You can go in the clothes store and I’ll meet you in there?” You say giving a slight squeeze to his hand.

“You sure? I don’t mind waiting.” He says looking at all of the jewellery in the store before settling back to your eyes.

“Yeah I wont be long, plus I’ll know what section to find you in anyways” You reassure.

Jeongin nods once before squeezing your hands three times. ‘I love you’ he says through the action and you quickly respond, giggling to yourself.

──・──・・✿ ・・──・──

Getting your ring back took longer than expected. So much longer that when you went to find Jeongin in the store you knew he’d be at, he was already waiting outside of it sat on a bench nearby.

He had a big bag of clothes and shoes that he said he would show you once you were home. He said he ‘Couldn’t help himself’ and ‘You weren’t there to monitor him’. To which you just rolled your eyes in response.

Now you’re sat on the sofa as he gives you a fashion show, which you are thoroughly enjoying.

“And for the last outfit, drumroll please” He announces around the corner. You start to tap the armrest of the sofa to mimic drums which cues his entrance.

The smile that once adorned your face fell all the way to your knees as you stared at his outfit open mouthed in shock.

“That is not a ‘he’s so sexy I want to rip those clothes off of him’ look.” Jeongin says freezing in place at your reaction.

“Bitch...”

“What did I do?” He says mildly panicking.

You quickly rush to your bedroom and pull out a ginormous gift box from underneath the bed. You run back in and practically throw it in his arms.

“Woah! You got me a big gif-”

“Shut up and open it.” You interject. He looks at you taken aback before quickly doing as you say.

He reads the little note you left on top. ‘Thought you would look good in this <3’. He coos before he looks further inside the box.

Oh.

He pulled out the shirt and held it up in front of him. He clears his throat and lays it on the back of the sofa. He then pulls the jeans out the box and places them below the shirt. Laying the outfit out in full, his face goes pale. He looks back in the box to see a pair of shoes.

“What the actual fuck is going on in Beyoncé’s planet earth right now?” He speaks solemnly.

You look down at his outfit and then to the sofa, then back to him. You had literally bought every piece of clothing, including the shoes, for him and was planning to gift it to him.

Without intention, you both put up your fists and start to circle around each other.

“Who are you, imposter?” You threaten, bucking up.

“Me? You’re the one that’s in my head apparently. How did you know I would get this exact outfit.” He retorts.

You go to throw a punch, but he ducks out the way just in time. He stumbles slightly and you use that as the opportunity to strike him in the stomach.

“OW!” He screams. You feign gasp and step back.

“Oh sorry! I didn’t mean to actually hit you!” You lie. He huddles over sputtering and pretending to die. You crouch down besides his body and get close to his face.

“You ever pull some freaky shit like that again, I will send your ass to Area 51. Trust.” You whisper before placing a kiss on the side of his head.

“Oh and I’m keeping the outfit for myself!” You say grabbing the clothes and putting them in your room.

Jeongin sits up and starts uncontrollably laughing to himself. He grabs his phone and starts a group facetime with the boys.

“You will never believe what just happened.”

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[millaaster]

Nanami and the cold wind - Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Reader

Summary: Quick fic about Nanami, who has taken a liking in feeling the cold morning air after experiencing Jogo's hellish powers. (Takes place after the whole Shibuya arc; he's alive and recovered, but has lost his left eye, his left arm and has the burn bruises over his body).

Words: 816

CW: Angst; Comfort (?)

AN: I’m not sure I managed to put all the emotion this whole idea and this scene had in my mind, but I thought I’d give it a try.

Please, do not repost or translate.

You stir out of sleep in the early morning, lifting the covers away from your eyes, and reach out to Nanami's side of the bed to cuddle up to him. You only feel the cold sheets and the remains of his scent flowing from his pillow, and you hum in displeasement.

When you turn your head towards the end of the bed, you see a glimpse of your husband behind the white curtains that flutter slowly by the open glass doors. He's standing on the balcony of the bedroom, looking out to the sea in front of him. After going through a long process of recovery and rehabilitation alongside Shoko, Nanami had finally been feeling better and getting a hold of how to live his life with the changes he had been through. That was enough for you two to decide it was time for a new start, all the way over in Malaysia, the paradise of his dreams.

You get up from the bed, shake your hair, grab your silky robe, and leave in his direction. Even though he hears you approaching, he stays still, a bit arched on the rail, supporting himself on his right arm. He was only in his pajama trousers, letting the defined muscles of his back at the mercy of the gust of wind, messing with his blonde hair and blowing it in every different direction.

"My love...", you start in a hoarse and sleepy voice,"it's cold". You hug him from behind, hands feeling down from his stomach up to his chest, slowly. That makes Nanami leave a content soft sigh and close his eye.

"Mhm, I know", he says in a teasing tone. "You should stay in bed a little longer, no?"

"How am I supposed to enjoy my morning cuddling with my husband if he's missing from bed?"

"Miss, you are way too spoiled", he remarks with a chuckle.

He turns around to lean against your shoulder and spins you, pressing your lower back in the rail now. Minutes go by as you hug each other, relaxing to the sound of the waves and basking in each other's warmth.

You're the first to break it.

"Kento...you've been getting up quite early these days, right? Is everything okay, my love?"

It has been puzzling you for a while now. Every once in a while you'd catch him staying out on the porch until late or rising up at dawn, just to step outside, barely enough dressed - not that you'd complain, but that did raise your curiosity and your fear he'd catch a cold.

After some silence, he answers. "Nothing's wrong baby. It's only that...I like the cool air running down my skin sometimes. But it's quite hard to get that over here, I need to wait for the right time. I guess there's a downside to a tropical wonderland afterall", he snickers, as you feel his breath on your ear "Didn't mean to worry you".

You caress the place where his scars end and turn into skin on his back.

“Does it not make them hurt?”, you ask softly.

“A little…not always. Either way, it all makes me feel–”, he holds back. 

“Hm, what is it?”, you ask.

Drawing a breath in, he responds, “My dear, we both know that I’m completely open in talking to you about the incident. But, when I tell you that I don’t want to worry you, I mean it. You’re not obliged to keep on recalling the pain of that memory because of my selfish and stubborn way of dealing with it”, he says in a wavering voice. “I’ve hurt you enough. I don’t want to pester you any longer with my pointless thoughts and silly habits, when I should probably have gotten over them by now”.

“Kento. It’s not selfish, nor silly. It’s not simple”, you exclaim with a grieved expression. “And it’s not an obligation. It just..is. It’s part of our life - together. Even if we are not one body, it is also my memory. Of hoping, and loving and…waiting for you”. You say as you hug him tighter. “If you need to share the journey of letting it go or of embracing it, I’m here for you. Always”.

“I know…I know, my love”, Nanami presses you more against his body. He drags you inside the house and into the bed, your two forms interlocking, as you nuzzle up his neck.

When you were almost asleep, you hear him whisper “The cold wind. It makes me feel alive. That’s what I was going to say before. It reminds me I’m alive. When the scars hurt. When you hold me. That’s the further sensation from what I felt back then”.

The sounds of the sea invade the bedroom as a feeble tear escapes the corner of your eye and rolls over to the heartbroken smile on your lips.

Interactions are always appreciated ☆* have a lovely day!

[luckycheesefoodie321]

Look idk what the new Narnia tv show will bring, and I can absolutely see it improving upon the second and third films… but the first movie was truly something special.

The vision of the director, the wonderful young core cast, the score, the visual and practical effects, the truly elegant cgi, all really bringing the original story to life in the most beautiful way.

I was just as captivated by the film after not having watched it in some 10-15 years, as I was the first time I watched it.

The war scene???? THE WAR SCENE. THE MUSIC. THE BUILD UP. THE TENSION. I CANT.

The way it allows for the quiet moments to enriched the big moments. Peter and Aslan talking for the first time? Peter looking to Oreius “are you with me?” “To the death”???

Even Prince Caspian was such an engaging film, even if it did deviate from the book, bc the cast was so good and the story followed on so well from the first. The understanding of the script writer’s that the characters were now adults flung back into young bodies and their skill level, their mannerisms, their confidence and countenance would all be drastically changed from the first film, and the cast do a wonderful job of projecting that. And obv Ben Barnes was a fantastic addition.

It’s the way that Susan and Edmund had very minimal roles in the first film’s war and leaned heavily on Peter to lead the charge. By the same token, Peter took most of the responsibility upon himself. Susan used one arrow to kill in the first film. Whereas Peter’s first kill was kind of incidental. Edmund used his strategic abilities for the first time in going for the Witch’s ice sceptre.

Cut to Prince Caspian.

Edmund is absolutely and clearly the strategist between the two. He’s the negotiator. The master manipulator. The diplomat. And proves to everyone involved he is a more than capable swordsman - we don’t need to see Peter fight before he needs to. We need everyone to mentally catch up to where Edmund is in his skills. Then Peter leads as he always does at the front of the action. He duels Miraz. He proves his mettle once more.

Then Susan, while initially paired up once more with Lucy, goes with them in the initial raid on Miraz’s castle to fight, demonstrating her expert archery and combat skills. She solos about 7 or 8 mounted soldiers from the ground with her bow. She leads the archers before entering the battlefield herself.

It’s the DEVELOPMENT.

And while Lucy is not involved in the fighting, it’s the way she speaks against the stubbornness of her elder siblings so openly. Who holds firm to her beliefs even when everyone else doesn’t. She doesn’t run away and cry anymore. This is a Lucy who knows how to counsel her fellow kings and Queen.

Voyage of the Dawn Treader, the third film, is where it falls apart story wise, in direction, and in vision - it forgets where the characters were previously. Like I hate when Caspian and Edmund are duelling on the Dawn Treader, and they end in a draw and Caspian says the line “you’ve improved, my friend” “I suppose I have” because BRO. Edmund is a skilled swordsman and several hundred years Caspian’s senior. While he may be in a younger body that doesn’t show the experience, and he doesn’t have opportunities to practice it, he has several wars and combat engagements under his belt and only a year since his previous visit to Narnia. That doesn’t go away. A better line would’ve been “the rust is starting to shed, my friend” “I’m finally warmed up” would’ve been a far less condescending line, even if sweet baby boi Caspian would never mean it that way.

so I definitely would look forward to how the show might improve upon it IF it gets that far.

[pastelwitchling]

Ha! Michael's last line is so him! That was sweet. I wonder how Michael would deal with one of the new recruits having a massive crush on Alex?

@yellowvalley on ao3

Continuation to this fic.

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              Michael’s head was rested on Alex’s lower back, in the dip just before his plump ass, nosing the base of Alex’s spine. Even naked in bed after hours of making up for lost time, even as the sheen of sweat on their bodies had just dried from the faint autumn breeze drifting in through the open window and making the curtains flutter, Alex still smelled so good. Like vanilla and flowers and sex. Michael turned his face deeper into his skin and inhaled deeply.

              Alex, who had been hugging the pillow under his head, his eyes fluttering sleepily, snickered. “Are you smelling me?”

              “Yes,” he sighed deeply, smiling without the least bit of shame as one hand played with Alex’s fingers on the sheets, the other lightly thumbing one of his ass cheeks. “Yes, absolutely.” He groaned under his breath as he turned onto his side, swiping his tongue along Alex’s spine and sinking his teeth into his hip, making Alex hiss and break out into giggles. Michael smiled against his skin. “Damn, I missed you, Private.”

              “I wish I could be cool about it,” Alex said dozily, “since it was only three days, but I missed you too.”

              Michael smiled and snuggled into his back, rubbing circles into Alex’s waist with his palm and reveling at the faint shudder and goosebumps that followed his touch. “How much did you miss me?”

              Alex snorted. “So much.”

              “Like, how much?”

              “You’re such a . . .” Alex grinned, burying his face in his pillow, unwilling to let Michael see his reddened cheeks.

              “Look at me,” he said, poking Alex’s hip.

              Alex shook his head. “Mm mm.”

              “Look at me,” Michael was grinning widely now, moving his finger up Alex’s ribs until he was laughing, his body shaking with the force of it. “Baby.”

              Alex said something muffled that sounded a lot like, “No.”

              “Do it.”

              “No.”

              “I want to see you.”

              A moment’s hesitation, then Alex peeked an eye out, his face the darkest shade of red yet as he looked down at Michael through dark lashes, and Michael’s smile softened despite himself. He shook his head in awe.

              “How did none of those recruits fall in love with you?” he said, not thinking about the words, only knowing that they were at the forefront of his mind, the most honest thing he could’ve said in a moment when his love looked so exceptionally vulnerable and beautiful and perfect.

              He hadn’t expected an actual response. He definitely hadn’t expected Alex to bite his lower lip and slowly look away.

              Michael’s brows pinched. “What?”

              Alex, who had buried his face back in the pillow shrugged and said a very quiet and muffled, “Nothing.”

              He picked his head up a little. “Alex, what is it?” Realization dawned and he frowned. “None of those recruits fell in love with you . . . right?”

              Alex took a second, then peeked his head out. “Okay,” he started, “don’t get upset . . .”

              Michael scoffed and put his head back down. “I’m not upset,” he lied, sounding upset to his own ears. Then he completely undermined his own words by asking, “How do you know?”

              “I . . . may have gotten a confession my last night there.”

              “Ah,” he nodded, drawing more circles on Alex’s hip. Half a minute passed. “From who?”

              Alex’s body shook with silent laughter. “Michael, don’t make a big deal out of this.”

              “I’m not making any deal out of this.”

              “It was just a little crush.”

              “Obviously.”

              “So there’s no sense in hunting the guy down.”

              “I wasn’t going to!” Michael said, annoyed. He sighed, the circles on Alex’s hip turned to incessant tapping of his finger until he couldn’t help but say, “I just wanna know what his name was.”

              Alex barked a laugh. “No.”

              “Why not?”

              “Because,” Alex said, and his voice dropped to a mumble. “I, uh . . .” Michael squinted at the rest of his sentence, too quiet to hear.

              “What?”

              Alex heaved a long sigh, then confessed guiltily, “I don’t remember his name.”

              Michael’s eyebrows rose, the knot in the pit of his stomach unraveling almost at once. “You don’t remember his name? You saw these people last night!”

              “Well!” he scrunched his shoulders, blushing furiously, ���I was too busy missing you and dying to get back to you to really pay attention to faces and names, Guerin, okay? What do you want from me?”

              Michael’s smile returned full-force. “Aww, baby –”

              “Shut up,” he said, the words muffled again as he buried his face in his pillow. “This is why I don’t tell you anything.”

              Michael turned his face to press a kiss to Alex’s ass cheek, nuzzling the curve of it as he fought a laugh. “I love you so much.”

              “I’m not saying it back.”

              “Say it.”

              “No.”

              He bit into his cheek, and chuckled at Alex’s body jolting. “Say it.”

              “Piss off.”

              Michael did laugh this time, and he climbed up the length of Alex’s body, leaving no space between himself and his husband, wrapping an arm around his waist.

              “Don’t leave me again,” he whispered into the few inches of space between them. “Not for a while.”

              Alex slowly looked up from where he’d been hiding his beautiful face, and Michael brushed his bangs back from his eyes.

              “I think if anybody else tried to come onto you, I really would have to hunt them down.”

              Alex considered him for a second, and shut his eyes. “Damn,” he whispered, “I really missed you.”

              Michael smiled and leaned in until their foreheads touched, eyes fluttering shut. “I’m not even going to try to be cool about it, Private. Not for a second.”

[eastwindmlk]

Here we are! On the last day of Jilytober! We did it! 31 prompts, 31 ficlets and a total of 19.7k words written!

Day 1: 🎶 “Before the dawn I hear you whisper in your sleep, ‘Don’t let the morning take him.’” 🎶 - Judas Priest - Before the Dawn.

Arise, Fair Sun, a small, angsty continuation of a Jilyweek drabble! Word count: 465

Day 2: A: “If anyone does X I’m going to love them forever.” B: Does X.

The Rest is History, 5th year, I am so not into him and James being a little shit. Word count; 501

Day 3: Spoiling Harry

Quaffle, a poor attempt at drawing Word count: A picture is worth 1000 words right?

Day 4: Featuring McGonagall (It is her birthday after all)

Ever Your Devoted Godson, our first outside POV (There are a lot) James writes a letter to his godmother. Word count: 939

Day 5: 🎶 “Get the car packed, throw me the keys. Run away with me.” 🎶 Aaron Tveit - Run Away With Me.

Wanderlust, fluff and stargazing Word count; 304

Day 6: Making food together/Food disaster Wor

Chocolate, Pistachio and Pumpkin Pie, Sirius' POV, fluff and pregnancy cravings. Word count: 329

Day 7: 🎶“No grave can hold my body down, I’ll crawl home to her” - Work Song by Hozier

No Grave Can Hold Me Down, alternate Oct 31st, soulmates, MCD Word count; 567

Day 8: Prompt: “Maybe we can find out what the hell your problem is over dinner sometime”

Copy by Five, Newspaper AU! Co-Workers, Rivals. Word count: 442

Day 9: “You just checked your phone three seconds ago.”

Game, Text, Match, Muggle AU, continuation of Jilychallenge fic. Word count: 549

Day 10: Prompt: Meddling Parents.

Tea with milk and motherly advice, No Voldemort AU, Meddling Euphemia Potter, set in the world of TB(itb)ND Word count: 575

Day 11: Prompt: 🎶“Uncovering feelings unfound”🎶 - Out of the Blue by Katie Pruitt

Moonlight, Moon Bright, 7th year, Head Students, Feelings Realisation Word counts: 311

Day 12: "sometimes I wonder if you're in love with me."

Pumpkin Juice and Painful Confessions, Veritaserum, 7th year. Word Count: 1138

Day 13: Muggle Technology

Baby you can drive my car, Outside POV, James in the muggle world Word count: 1113

Day 14: Surprise Party

Welcome Home Party, Outside POV, First War, Word count: 476

Day 15: "You can kiss me, you know."

A gift that keeps on giving, Pre-dating, James is bad at flirting. Word count: 441

Day 16: 🎶“My words are my faith, to hell with our good name”🎶 - Hum Hallelujah by Fall Out Boy

Bigger Fish, Muggle AU, Grand gestures, open-ended to be continued. Word count: 748

Day 17: “It’s cute when your face gets red like that.”

Sideways Dog, Praying Grasshopper, Fluff and humour, flirting, yoga. Word count: 384

Day 18: Neighbours

Across the street, Muggle AU, meet-cute, accidental voyeurism (but like spicy like mayo) Word count: 338

Day 19: “You could say it a hundred times and I still won’t listen.”

My beautiful wife, ugh, Married Jily, Pregnancy. Word count: 507

Day 20: 🎶Try to move on, it's back to you that all my roads keep leading 🎶 - Before I Fall Apart by Elle Coves

Mushrooms and Moving On, Pre-relationship, James and Sirius are besties, pining. Word count: 1603

Day 21: "Let me distract you"

Familiar paths, Married Jily, First War. Word count: 280

Day 22: "How long have you been standing there?" "Longer than you'd like."

Dance like no one is watching, no voldie, little domestic jily, silly, fluffy goofiness. Word count: 361

Day 23: Indulging in hobbies

Midnight Premier, Muggle AU loosely inspired by @annabtg's AO3 is down, just nerd being nerds. Word count: 341

Day 24: 🎶Then I know everything is gonna be fine, Because you are mine🎶 -You Shine from Carrie - The Musical

Little ponds, That would be continuation of day 16. Bigger Fish, Muggle AU, Grand gestures, weddings, open-ended. Word count: 3606 (Yeah, I know)

Day 25: "Are we going to talk about it?" "I'd rather not.”

Actions and Consequences, Post SWM and spiritual prequel to Held in Contempt James and Sirius being 'best friends' Word count: 675

Day 26: 🎶One bright morning goes so easy. Darkness always finds you either way🎶 - First Light by Hozier

In the morning where I'm real, married jily, mild angst, first war. Word count: 343

Day 27: “what if it doesn’t work” “what if it does work”

I can hear the bells, Sirius POV, nervous James, could be Jilypad if I were multishipping trash... Wait. Word count: 370

Day 28: Holiday fic

Under the mistletoe, art, inspired by last year's christmas calendar fic.

Day 29: Cold Winter nights

By Firelight, married jily, cottage life Word count: 378

Day 30: 🎶"where's the trophy? he just comes running over to me"🎶 - The Alchemy by Taylor Swift

Win or Lose, married jily, no voldy, quidditch player James. Word count: 933

Day 31: Accidental couples costume.

Better to see you with, my dear, Hogwarts, Halloween

[babishfantasies]

I promised - part 10

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8 - part 9

Her hand softly caressed my head, comforting me in my current drained state, meanwhile her other hand made sure I was kept close to her, delicately scratching my back. My face was resting on her chest, my mouth sometimes wandering towards her nipple, wanting to find an even greater comfort in the taste of her milk, taking small sips of her delicious nectar and prompting some giggles and kisses from her. Her hand would occasionally move towards my crotch to squeeze the swollen front of my diaper, the crinkling sound filling the silence of the room. There was something reassuring about it, knowing that my cum was safely contained in it rather than staining my clothes or even worse, her. We stayed like this for a while, I don’t know how long, but eventually my tired body gave in and with her nipple still in my mouth I finally fell asleep.

My memory is all over the place after that. I slept for an hour or so, then woke up and found her changing my clothes, and I all too tired and perhaps also all too comfortable to do something just pretended to be asleep. At some point during the change I went back to sleep and only woke up after a long and comfortable nap, and by nap I mean those 20 minutes naps that turn into 4 hours naps.

The first thing I noticed while waking up was how comfortable my bed felt. The covers were extra soft and warm, nothing like my usual bed covers, hugging me in an intimate embrace, all snug around my body. The mattress felt wonderful too, not too bouncy but bouncy enough to accommodate my frame around itself. My pillow was just the right amount of thick and soft, allowing my head to comfortably sink in its soft material. It was all too good to be true, all too cozy. It couldn’t be my bed, couldn’t it? I didn’t care all too much really, and just enjoyed it while it lasted, which wasn’t long.

As I was laying snug and happy in the most comfortable bed in the world I started to realize that an uncomfortable pressure was building up inside of me. I needed to pee. I tried to ignore it for as long as I could, but as the pressure became more and more distracting I decided to address it so I could go back to my dreamy sleep.

I started moving around a bit first, stretching my legs and then my arms. Uh? My hand bumped into something. I grab it. It’s a bar? My hands started wandering around and I realize these bars are everywhere around me. I can’t see anything at the moment, but I’m pretty sure I’m in some sort of bed surrounded by bars... Something like a crib. My more active movements start to draw my attention to a familiar crinkling coming from my crotch. My hands wander there and I realize that there’s a diaper. It’s clearly not the same I was wearing before, it’s more bulky and there’s a fabric over it. I follow the fabric upwards and realize it goes all the way up to my neck, and continues towards my arms. As my hands go back to my crotch I realize this elongated shirt is hugging my crotch, with a line of buttons keeping it secured around my diaper. It reminds me of those garments little babies use, onesies I think they’re called.

As it starts to dawn on me where I am and what I’m wearing I start to get a bit scared. I need to leave this place immediately. I try to stand up to leave what I assume has to be a crib, but my head bumps into the unsuspected bars that cover the top of it, sending me back to a sitting position. Ouch, that hurt. After my padded butt landed on the bed I started rubbing my head, feeling a bit miserable and sad.

As I was sitting on the bed rubbing my head I started to look at my surroundings, searching for something that could be of help. The darkness that engulfed me though prevented me from seeing anything of value, so I go for the next best option which is prodding the spaces between the bars with my hand, trying to reach for anything that might be of help. After carefully trying in almost every space available between the bars I realize two things, one that one of the sides it’s facing a wall, and two there’s nothing within my reach. I feel like I'm stranded on an island, surrounded by bars, a wall and a perfect pitch black night, with a full bladder, a big diaper around my crotch and an onesie.

I start to think about yelling, but perhaps that wouldn’t be a good idea either, I don’t want to make a scene and bring anyone unwanted into this. I think about moving the bed by rocking myself while holding the bars, but as I tried it I realized there’s no point on it, the bed is ingrained in it’s position, probably by something reinforcing it to the floor, and the bars don't give in an inch at my rocking. I'm starting to feel frustrated and desperate. It seems like I’ll be in here for a while.

Part 11

[vindickyoutive]

Baby John/Homelander whump

tw / implied child abuse

July 11th, 1990’

So I just turned nine.

I’m used to writing with my right hand, but they stuck it in a really hot oven, and the skin hasn’t healed all the way back yet. I’ll try not to smear the ink on my hand. They’ll start asking me what happened.

I have a cast over it so it’s going to be okay. It still hurts, but not as bad as the first couple of days, that’s a relief. I think the doctors were getting tired of my crying. I couldn’t help it. For the first couple of days my arm had really hurt and it kept bleeding, every-time I looked at it, I felt like vomiting.

Studying human anatomy, they resort to graphing their own skin. How barbaric.

John pauses, shakes his head and scratches his word out. He doesn’t yet want to reveal his festering cynicism towards humans.

I wanted them to cut it off, maybe axe it again, but that hurts too much. Too messy. I think they hate when I bleed everywhere. They get frustrated, as if it’s not supposed to happen with me.

Anyway I try not to cry that much anymore. It just happens.

The scribbling stops abruptly as John perks up, hearing footsteps approaching his door, he slips his pencil between the pages and shoves the notebook underneath his pillow. He draws his blanket up his shoulders, wrapping it around his body, sitting up on the bed, pressing his back up against the pasty, blank, white wall.

John settles his hands on his lap as he crosses his legs, sitting criss-cross applesauce.

Doctor Abraham enters his bedroom, slipping his glasses to the bridge of his weird looking nose, he dawns a black lab coat, signifying his importance - or maybe that’s just what John believes, he doesn’t know the hierarchy here. Not for sure. What he does know is that Vogelbaum is his father, that’s what he’s been told. He doesn’t have any reasons to question it.

A trinkle of surprises twists into Doctor Abraham’s expression. “You’re expected to be asleep already, John.”

John rocks side to side, avoiding the doctor’s concerned gaze, he absently runs his hand up the wrist of his cast, wetting his lips. “I’m sorry, sir. I was just about to go to bed.”

“May I see your arm?” Doctor Abraham asks, approaching the boy’s bed, extending his hand out expectantly before John could even give his consent. “Did they clean and change your stitches today,” he queries as John places his arm in his grasp with little choice, sitting still as the doctor loosens the cast, the sound of tearing velcro resonating as he undoes the straps.

“Yes, doctor.” John answers quietly, glancing over at his pillow so he wouldn’t have to see his wounds and he has to crinkle his sensitive nose up as the smell of burnt flesh burns at his watering eyes.

Doctor Abraham twists his arm, scrutinizing the peeled flesh, the slowly progressing self-healing on his wrist wrapping around his forearm seemed to be backed up, perhaps the repeated ministrations of shoving the boy’s hand into the thousand degree furnace wasn’t the grandest idea.

“It’s best to do it again before going to bed, we don’t want to risk infection,” is what the doctor eventually comes away with, releasing the boy’s arm, grinning at him. John gives him a crooked smile back, unsure of what to truly make of that.

His arm hurts, and he shivers as Doctor Abraham strokes his back. “I’m glad you didn’t go to sleep, John.”

[gingerjunhan]

Hello there! I would like to tell you I rlly like all the things you write! They're so cool! I rlly enjoy all of them! And I would like to be another anon! "🌺" it will be that emoji <3

And I would like to do a request too! Is about

How XH react if they have a s/o who's insecure about using their glasses

☆彡 ahh such a sweet idea 🌺anon :( I love it. Welcome to my anon list! Happy to have you here, and thank you so much for the love! 🩷

word count: 957 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: insecurities, reader is called “beautiful” a lot (my bad), if I missed anything lmk

goo gunil

Gunil, as a glasses wearer himself, might know where you’re coming from with this insecurity

so I think he would be great at helping you out!!

“I love your glasses! They draw more attention to your beautiful eyes!”

he would make jokes about it, but not rude jokes

stuff like:

“You can see me in all my glory!”

or, “I look better in 20/20 vision!”

silly stuff to make you feel better

but it’s not all unserious

if he can see that you’re really insecure, Gunil will absolutely take initiative to do whatever it takes to make you feel better

he doesn’t wear his glasses often, so maybe he’ll wear his with you so you don’t feel like you’re drawing attention to yourself?

he always compliments you so if you’re feeling down, so get ready for compliments galore

“I think you’re perfect no matter what, my love. I think your glasses look lovely on you.”

kim jungsu

I think Jungsu would absolutely SWOON for someone in glasses!!

imagine you’re sitting across from him, and you have to push your glasses up your nose, and he would just melt

he thinks you’re so cute, and the glasses only add to that cuteness

“I love your glasses! They look so nice on you honey :(“

I can totally imagine Jungsu cleaning your glasses for you every night before bed so they’re clean for you the next day :( ugh, it’s the little things

if you opt to wear contacts instead he would understand why, but he absolutely will not let your insecurities win!

so the next time you put your glasses on, it’s nothing but praise

“You look so good in your glasses! I think you should wear them more often!”

he truly believes that nothing can hinder your beauty so the fact that you think that is crazy to him

kwak jiseok

Jiseok strikes me as the type to also have a thing for people who wear glasses!!

we all know Jiseok is smart, but I can’t help but to think a goofy part of him links glasses to intelligence in his head

so when you tell him you feel insecure about wearing your glasses, he’s just like,

“But, they show people how smart you are!”

“Oh, so you think I look like a nerd?” (☝🏻🤓)

“Wait, baby, no!”

after clarifying over and over again that you don’t! look like a nerd, he’s back tracking and starting over again

“I don’t think you look like a nerd! I think you’re hot! Have I ever told you I have a thing for people who wear glasses? Is it hot in here?”

he’s blushing and tripping over his own feet

truly fighting for his life to get his point across

now any time you feel insecure about your glasses, you just think of Jiseok making a fool of himself because you flustered him too bad, and it makes you smile

so- in his own strange, roundabout way- he replaced a bad feeling with a good one!

oh seungmin

Mr. Fashionista, Oh Seungmin looks at glasses as the ultimate accessory

if you tell him you feel insecure about your glasses, he’s got it covered

he’s styling outfits that he thinks would look great with your glasses

and obviously, you’ve seen how he dresses, so you trust him

he knows it won’t fix your insecurities, but it can help with them!

so you dawn your outfit that he’s laid out for you, and once you start accessorizing?

he’s gone from fashion designer to cheerleader

“See! Your glasses are the perfect finishing touch to tie this outfit together! They look so good on you baby!”

you look in the mirror and you gotta admit…

you look pretty good!!

you’re grateful for his help, and he would gladly do it again if it meant slowly helping you gain confidence

han hyeongjun

quick side note to say that I absolutely 🩷adore🩷 Hyeongjun’s white frames! they look so good on him!

anyways

Hyeongjun knows insecurities can suck, especially if they’re ones you can’t really get around

like, you need to wear your glasses or else you can’t see. no ifs, ands, or buts about it

so he makes sure to tell you how good you look!

so maybe Hyeongjun isn’t the best with vocal praises, but he tries!

he’ll tap the frames of your glasses and say something like “looking good!” with a simple smile

you won’t be able to tell if it was a compliment, a pun, or both- but you appreciate his efforts

maybe he would suggest you both buy matching glasses?

that might sound silly, but if you love his glasses I think he would just suggest that you wear them lol

he just wants to help you feel comfortable or find something you feel comfortable in

lee jooyeon

I hate to say this this way, but Jooyeon wouldn’t get it

HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT—

you tell him you feel insecure and he just goes,

“🤨 why?”

he just doesn’t understand how you could feel bad about yourself???

you’re literally the most gorgeous human he’s ever seen so how could you possibly feel bad about yourself?

“I love your glasses, sweetheart! They look so cute on your face!”

if he notices that they’re crooked or something on your face he would fix them and go, “Gotta make sure my baby looks good!”

if he can tell you’re having a really bad day with your insecurities, he’s right there to help you

standing with you as you look yourself in the mirror, pointing out how good your glasses look

“They compliment your face shape so nicely. They make your eyes pop, and I love your eyes!”

he would be so sweet to you because he knows you deserve to be sweet to yourself :(

taglist: @dazzlingligth , @mini-mews , comment to be added!⁎⁺˳✧༚

[findingnemosworld]

𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬.

( 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐦*𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐦*𝐭

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞!!!

2021.

" You seem on edge! "

A smooth, velvet like voice spoke drawing him out his thoughts – he turns to his left, to find a tanned brunette standing next to him as they stare at the painting in front of them, he spent a total of three minutes in complete silence — admiring her beauty which was highlighted by the verdant colored dress that enhanced her the color of her eyes, " I … I’m trying to figure out what’s the meaning behind this painting "

He gestures to the painting in front of them, a beautiful portrait of a woman holding an angel in her arms, " I just can’t wrap my head around it " he chuckles.

She offers him a sweet smile, " Art is whatever you choose to interpret it as, see for me — this painting represents a great loss, and a blessing "

His brows knit in confusion over her words, he turns to her and asks. " How so? "

She smiles at his confused expression, " Why is a woman holding an infant with wings? it can either be a baby she lost, a stillborn … etc, and she remembers that baby every single day of her life "

The dejection underneath her tone was quite visible, " You sound like you’re talking from a personal experience! " He deduced.

She didn’t respond, instead shifting the subject back to him. " So what brought you here? not many would think that a football player could be interested in arts "

He raised a brow, " You know who I am? "

She giggles then replies with a playful expression on her face, " The gallery is in Liverpool, and everyone here talks about football, besides all it takes is a little google search to crack a few things here and there "

He chuckles, then extends his hand. " Jordan Henderson, nice to meet you "

She shook his hand then introduced herself; that’s when it dawned on him, he looked at her then back at the painting. " You’re ….? " he whispers.

" Yes, I’m the one who painted this and to answer your previous question, it’s not a personal experience per se, my mother had a stillborn after she gave birth to me, that’s my -um- … deceased twin sister " She said with a soft tone.

" Oh " He murmurs, " I’m sorry for your loss! "

" It’s fine, it’s a long time ago … I’m just surprised that someone like you is into arts " She states with a soft smile.

" Well, I’m not … but a friend of mine had invited me, they cancelled the last minute and I figured why not take advantage and learn something " He replied with a shrug.

" You got stood up by a woman huh? " She said with a sympathetic smile.

" How did you …? " He asks, surprised at how she was able to make out the situation.

" Men that are intrigued are a few and far in between, your body language is that of a -um- an outsider, and also you were checking your phone a few times which kind of gave it away " She explained, giggling. " But I’m not judging, mostly cause I’ve been under the same situation "

" You’ve had friends set you up on blind dates? " He wonders, shaking his head.

" Actually worst than that … " She trails off then leans in to whisper, " my mother "

He laughs softly, " Ouch!! "

" Apparently 26 years old is the new old age " She laughs, " Either I find a husband or spend all eternity alone "

He nods in understanding, before adding on with a playful smile. " Maybe you don’t have to be alone "

She smirks, " Are you flirting with me right now, Mister Henderson? "

He mirrors the playfulness in her eyes by leaning to murmur, " Why don’t we spend the rest of the night together and you’ll find out? "

It was that conversation, in the gallery that’d been that match to light up a passionate bond between them — a struggle at first due to their hectic schedule, they were able to find a healthy balance as he knew that she was the one for him.

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2023.

He woke up to the sensation of her soft lips against his shoulder drawing out a smile across his lips, he tilts his head to meet her gentle gaze. " Good morning! " he whispers pecking her lips, she smiled in return and murmured, " Good morning handsome, come on — get that cute ass of yours up "

He chuckles, " Why? "

She pressed featherlight kisses on his cheek as she replied, " Because for one, it’s snowing outside, two, I made us hot chocolate and three … you promised me we’d bake the gingerbread house together "

He grins, " Ok, I’m up! " he sits up then tugs her in for a sweet kiss before murmuring against her lips, " I love you "

She whispers softly, " I love you too "

Later on, the pair enter the kitchen together – she pulls out the necessary ingredients and utensils before she stood up, with a soft smile across her lips. " Ok, now that everything out, let’s start … "

He mixes the ingredients for the gingerbread whilst she is preparing the frosting, suddenly without much of a warning, she feels his lips over her jawline causing her to blush, then look at him. " What was that for? "

He shrugs, with a seemingly innocent expression across his face, " Nothing "

" Aha " She nods, not convinced with his gesture, " Of course it’s nothing "

As they proceeded to work in silence, his innocent gestures continued, he’d playfully brush her hair out of her face, would lean closer and murmur sweet nothings over her shoulder causing her to squirm and swat him away, " Jordan! " she laughs.

" What? " He retorts with a playfully innocent tone.

" Hendo? Can we focus please? " She gestures to the gingerbread house that was slowly being constructed.

He doesn’t seem to relent, the frosting bowls were long discarded as he stood behind her, one hand rests on her waist while the other pushes her hair to the side to nuzzle his lips against the length of her neck down to her shoulder drawing out soft whimpers from her, he smiled, " I need you babe " he murmurs.

The sudden drop in his tone, coupled with the intensity of his kisses caused a shudder to course through her veins, " Ten minutes " she whispers with a playfully warning tone.

He smirks, " Too much, I’ll be done at four "

" You sure about that old man? " She asks with a jocular tone.

He pressed a featherlight kiss on the back of her neck where he knew she was sensitive, then added. " Oh you’re getting it … " he chuckled darkly before turning her to face him, he rests one hand on the back of her neck while the other tightly grips her bare waist under her ( his ) shirt — he leans in to capture her lips in a searing yet tender kiss drawing out a deep groan from him, " Jesus, love two years in, and I can’t get enough of you "

" Neither can I " She murmurs, tugging him in to deepen the kiss for a brief moment before he hoists her up on the counter drawing out a giggle from her.

" Come on now, spread those legs for me darling … " He murmurs, spreading her legs open, then he proceeded to pull her panties down. " Now I’m gonna make you a deal alright? "

" What? " She states with a soft smile.

" If I get you to drench my fingers, you’re going to agree to what I told you about a few months back " He murmurs, planting soft kisses across the length of her inner thighs drawing out a whine from her, " No ifs, ands, or buts "

" But Jordan I ca— Oh my god " She gasps, the moment his tongue licked a long stripe from her clit to her slick walls. " Fuck " she gasps.

He resists the urge to smile as he licked another stripe before gently coaxing his index digit into her slick cunt, " Love, you’re drenched and I barely touched you " he murmurs with a playful tone.

She whines softly, thrusting her hips up to meet the friction caused by his tongue and index curling inside of her walls, " Jordan " she moans, " Oh my god … feels so good "

His index digit was soon joined by his middle digit all the while his tongue flicked her clit drawing out more sounds from her, her chest rising and falling at a rapid pace — " Keep going, –uh– … oh my god " she whines.

He shifted from leisure strokes to rapidly flicking his tongue up and down to match the rhythmic thrusts of his digits, the sensation sending shivers across every inch of her body, " Oh my god, don’t stop … Oh fuck " she whimpers, biting down on her lower lip.

He looks up just as he continued to flick his tongue against her clit a few more times before he felt her arousal explode against his digits and tongue, he lapped up every drop of her arousal before pulling his digits out to lick them clean in front of her, " Fucking delicious " he whispers.

She giggles breathlessly, " There’s still two more minutes of the supposed four minutes "

" You fucking minx " He chuckles as she tugs him in while he pulled down his sweatpants and boxers, " You ready? "

" Shut up and fuck me " She murmured, capturing his lips in a kiss.

" Ah ah love, all that dirty talk might get you on the naughty list " He smirks, teasing her with the tip of his cock.

She half whined half giggled, " It’s bad enough we’re doing it next to our unfinished gingerbread house "

He laughs softly before the pair released a unanimous gasp upon feeling the length of his cock seethe penetrate her walls, " I don’t care love … " he tugs her close with one wrapped tightly around her waist, he then buried his face in her neck. " I just need to feel you and my god, you’re so warm baby "

She wrapped her arms around his shoulder, " I .. Jordan " she whimpers then bites down on her lip.

" I know baby, I know " He murmurs, alternating between nibbling and kissing the tender skin of her neck. " Jesus, I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of feeling you wrapped around me like this, so warm that I don’t think I’ll even be able to pull out "

" Then move " She whines.

He chuckles, " Just a moment love " he nestled himself between her legs, " Ok " he breathed out.

He lazily thrusted in and out of her pussy while he rests his forehead on hers, " I love you baby, I love you so much " he whispers pecking her lips.

" I love you too " She breathed out.

His lazy thrusts changed in the blink of an eye, drawing out louder sounds from her. " Oh my .. feels so good "

" So good " He whispered hotly in her ear, " I’m going to cum baby, you think you can let me do that … think you can let me cum inside of you " he cooed.

" Please " She whimpers, pushing her hips against his.

He gripped her waist with both of his hands, while his teeth sunk into her shoulder, she whines a string of curses, " Fuck … I’m gonna cum too "

" Come on baby, cum all over my cock, make a mess all over my cock like the good girl you are " He whispers, lifting his head up to press his lips entirely over hers.

The knot in her lower abdomen explodes as a loud ‘Fuck’ escapes her lips. " Oh my god " she whispers.

He rests his head on her shoulder to collect his breath before chuckling softly and lifting his head up, " I don’t know about you but I’m in the mood to finish the gingerbread house "

" In the mood huh? " She giggles, pecking his lips softly.

" But before that, I need to do something " He whispers, mostly to himself.

She frowns in confusion before her eyes widened, he unclasps the chain around his neck to pull it out of his shirt revealing a beautiful ring, " Jordan? " she whispers, confused by his gesture.

" Love, I’ve been holding this for the past three months, Milly helped me pick it out " He blushed. " I knew from the day I met you in that art gallery that I was a goner, so .. " he looks up, " Think you can make me the happiest man in the world and marry me? "

Tears brim in the corner of her eyes as she nods quickly, " Yes I will "

He slips the ring then proceeds to kiss her softly, " I love you "

" I love you too " She whispers.

[marvelmaniac715]

It’s another Chucky and Glen au! This time, Chucky didn’t die at the end of Bride, but Tiffany did. Baby Glen/da is born, and Chucky finds them when he goes looking for Tiffany. You know what that makes him? A single dad. He decides to do the decent thing and raise the kid on his own, how does this impact the rest of the Chucky series? Quick disclaimer, I am a cisgender female, but I wanted to include the twins’ coming out. If I have written anything wrong or remotely offensive, my sincerest apologies, I didn’t intend to cause any harm and I will endeavour to fix my mistakes :). Also, I changed the twins’ names (don’t hate me). The reason for this is that in Seed, it’s obvious that Chucky came up with Glen on the spot, and for this fic I tried to think about what names he would choose if he actually put thought into them. What do you think of my choices?

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Chucky could hear screaming in the distance. It sounded like Tiffany. He had only barely survived, but he had enough strength to head towards her direction. Did he care about Tiffany anymore? Not really, he mostly wanted to see what was going on out of curiosity, and to get her to shut her trap. That screeching was hurting his head.

By the time he’d found her, Tiffany had stopped screaming. But something else was screaming instead. It was confusing for a moment, he didn’t know what was making that sound. But the moment he laid eyes on the source of the noise, Chucky knew that it was the most adorable, perfect ‘something’ he had ever seen.

A baby doll, about the size of his arm. With bright blue eyes and the most adorable little set of razor sharp teeth that they were using to bite down on a grown man’s neck. They weren’t even an hour old and they’d already killed a man. Chucky was so proud.

Then it hit him. He didn’t know how this very obvious fact hadn’t occurred at first, but it was all at once astounding and life changing. This was his child. His. He was a father. He had created life for a change instead of taking it. According to all laws of science and even religion, this baby shouldn’t exist. But it did, and Chucky had a huge responsibility ahead of him. 

Chucky bent down to scoop up the baby, trying his best to rock and soothe it. His only experience had been with a neighbour’s newborn daughter at the age of five, they had been invited to a celebration at their house and he’d been allowed to hold her with support from his parents. He’d known at that moment, that he’d wanted to be a father one day, but he’d never thought it would actually happen. 

It dawned on Chucky that the baby didn’t have a name. Or a gender. It seemed incredibly demeaning and dehumanising to refer to his child as an ‘it’, so he resolved to correct that issue. He soon figured out that the child was a boy, but he still needed to come up with a name for his son.

His son. Wow, those were amazing words to say. But he couldn’t dwell on that, the kid needed a good name. Obviously the last name would be Ray, and a middle name was easy. He’d always loved the Peter Pan story, so his son’s middle name would be Peter. But the first name stumped him. He couldn’t think of anything good. He nearly chose Glen, but a look down at the baby made him change his mind. No, this kid didn’t look like a Glen. But what was he-

His thoughts were cut off abruptly when the baby bit him on the hand, drawing blood. Chucky didn’t scream or yell, he laughed.

“That’s my boy! Wow, you’re just like me when I was-‘

Charles. That was it, that was the perfect name. Of course, this was the ideal opportunity to carry on his name. Chucky looked down at his son. Charles Peter Ray. Or for short…

“Hi Charlie, I’m your dad. I’m so happy to meet you.”

That felt right in a way that Chucky couldn’t explain.

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The woman screamed as she ran for her life. She’d been restocking shelves when she’d heard ominous footsteps. She’d thought nothing of it, but then that evil doll had appeared. All she’d seen was a grotesque grin and a flash of red hair, perhaps a glint of silver from his cleaver, but that was enough to terrify her. That was, until, she heard crying. The doll stopped in front of her, but he was acting quite strangely.

He began swaying awkwardly, patting something attached to his chest, shushing it gently.

“Shush, Charlie. It’s okay, I know you’re tired, but Daddy needs to do this first- what, are you thirsty? Do you need some milk, is that it? Is it your diaper? I checked it a few minutes ago so it should be fine. Please just go back to sleep, you’ll be in bed in just a few minutes, half an hour at most.”

The doll made eye contact with her, an exhausted and mildly apologetic look on his face.

“Sorry, the little one’s on a sleep strike right now, I’ve tried everything but I just can’t get him to sleep. Any suggestions?”

The woman sobbed, unable to comprehend what she was seeing.

“No? Thanks anyway I guess. Now, where were we? Oh yes, I was killing you.”

The woman choked on her own blood as she gurgled out one last scream, falling to the ground, dead.

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It had taken approximately three years for Chucky to realise that he didn’t have one child, he had two. Charlie was a sweet little boy who was terrified of violence, but his daughter craved it, just like her father did.

Chucky didn’t mind that he had two children, he loved and supported both of his children equally. He built a terrarium with Charlie so he could look after little frogs he’d found living on nearby logs. He taught his daughter (Charlotte, because he’d be damned if the twins didn’t have matching names, Lottie for short) how to swing a knife. He snuck Charlie a toy elephant from a nearby zoo and sneaked him into it to see his favourite animals up close. He patiently stayed up late to learn how to sew with Lottie. 

When Charlie was awake, he got to relax and indulge in some of his less active hobbies, such as painting and reading. When Lottie was around, he got to murder. Both of his children were unique and special in their own ways, but they were both the greatest kids in the world, in Chucky’s opinion at least.

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Chucky considered himself to be a pretty laid back parent as far as rules went. He let the kids swear if they wanted to, they were actively encouraged to lie and fight, although Lottie took to those teachings stronger than Charlie did. But the one thing that he wouldn’t let his kids do was wander off without him.

They were sentient dolls, anything could happen to them, they were small and knew nothing about the world. Alright, Chucky sheltered his children more than he probably should have, but can you really blame him? His twins were the most important things in his life, he had nothing else, and he needed to pass down his wisdom to somebody.

By the age of eight, phrases like “Charlie, go hide over there” “Lottie, you’re too little to actually murder someone yourself yet, go hide” and “don’t make a sound, go into Barbie mode” were common to the twins. Chucky had even turned it into a game when they were at home. He’d suddenly call out “Barbie mode!” And if they went still immediately, they’d get a treat of some kind, usually a small toy he’d stolen from a nearby store or a piece of candy.

It was his way of keeping them safe, because God knows those kids had no real survival instincts of their own.

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Charlie and Lottie were teenagers. Chucky was in a constant state of panic. Hormones had transformed his children into creatures of rage, rebelliousness and a weirdly high amount of teenage lust.

A week ago, he’d seriously had to tell Lottie “no, we can’t spare this guy his life just because you think he’s cute and want to date him.”

Even Charlie was acting out. Chucky had asked his son to help him tidy up around the room and his response had been “fuck you.” Charlie had said it before, but the way he’d said it had hurt.

But now Charlie wanted to talk to him about something important. Lottie did too, apparently. So Chucky arranged a bonding activity (pottery painting of all things) and prepared for whatever this conversation would lead to. 

Charlie looked nervous, hardly able to concentrate on the painting. With a tentative look at Chucky, they began to speak.

“Dad, my twin and I need to tell you about something. It’s kind of important, but we’ve been feeling like this for a while now, and we both think that we’ve found the right words to tell you.”

What was Charlie about to confess? Murder? Pregnancy? The possibilities were endless, and Chucky feared almost every one. But he needed to be a supportive parent, to show his kids that he loved and supported them no matter what.

“Go on, you can tell me anything.”

Charlie smiled, and with a deep inhale, began to speak again.

“Lottie and I are non-binary. We both would like to go by they/them pronouns please.”

Chucky let out a relieved exhale. Out of everything that could have been confessed, this wasn’t the least bit worrying or concerning. So, Chucky didn’t have a son and a daughter, he had two non-binary children. That was perfectly fine. So why was Charlie crying?

“Charlie, could you look at me please? It’s okay, you don’t need to cry. What you just did was so, so brave. I’m so proud of you, both of you. It doesn’t matter to me what your genders are, you’re still my incredible kids who I have loved from the very first second I saw you, when you were tiny little babies. The first time I held you I promised If love you forever, and that promise still stands today, make no doubt about it.”

Charle beamed and wrapped their arms around Chucky for a hug, sniffling slightly.

“We were both scared of how you’d react. You grew up in the fifties and sixties, they weren’t known for being… well, tolerant. We both know that you love us, we just weren’t sure how you’d feel, knowing that we’re both non-binary.”

Chucky had to laugh. But the second he did he realised how bad that could come across to Charlie, so he stopped and pulled back to look his child in the eyes.

“Sorry for laughing, kid. It’s just that that’s a silly thing to worry about. Look, people knew jack-shit in the fifties, they were wackos. I know I’m old, but I’ve been given the opportunity to learn and understand more about the world in each different generation. I may not fully understand everything, but I know that I love you both very much, and if you both feel in your hearts that the gender identity that best fits for you is non-binary, I’m gonna support you every step of the way.”

Charlie let out a sigh of relief, snuggling into Chucky’s shoulder.

“I love you, Dad. You’re the best.”

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Chucky couldn’t believe that it was this time already. The twins were all grown up and ready to see the world. It was hard to let go, but they wanted to do some travelling, and who was he to refuse? He taught them both self-defence and had made them promise to call at least once a week. They should be fine, but he still worried.

Today Lottie was in control of the body. They were so excited for their journey, they’d talked about it non-stop for ages. Lottie and Charlie were going on a truck that delivered all over the world, stopping off for a week in each country, giving them a chance to see more of the world.

Chucky wouldn’t admit that he was close to tears. He’d looked after his kids from the day they were born, he’d never been apart from them for any longer than an hour. This would be hard, but the twins were tough, they were ready for this.

As he helped Lottie up onto the truck with their luggage which they shared with Charlie, the younger doll squeezed his hand tightly, smiling.

“I love you Daddy. Don’t worry, we’ll be fine. We’re going to miss you though.”

All Chucky could do was smile fondly through the tears and squeeze Lottie’s hand just as tightly.

“I’ll miss you too. I know you’ll be fine, you’re both too tough to take any crap. Stay safe, I love you.”

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Nica stared up at the doll, reeling from what she’d just learnt. Charles Lee Ray had killed her father, abducted her mother and sister and paralysed her. Now he was in a doll, standing over her with a knife. Prepared to stab. Just as he raised the knife with a grin, a phone rang.

What? Where was the phone coming from- the doll pulled out a phone.

“Charlie, it’s so great to hear from you What? No, I’m not busy, I can talk. What? Why can’t I video chat? Well, I’ve got really bad reception y’see, the footage would cut out- I’m not killing anyone, what would give you that impression? Charlie, there’s been plenty of times I haven’t called with video, it doesn’t mean that I’m- look, this call’s meant to be about you, what have you and Lottie been up to? How’s Europe? Oh, I hear that that place is beautiful this time of year! Have you been having a good time? Really? That’s great, and how about Lottie? They’ve caused an international incident? Why am I not surprised. Listen, I’m trusting you to keep them out of trouble whilst I’m not with you-‘

Nica screamed, trying to draw attention whilst the doll was distracted. Maybe the person on the other end of the line could help her? They seemed to be against the murder, and Chucky seemed to think highly of them. Sure enough, the screaming made Chucky pause and glare at her.

‘Charlie, no, there’s nobody here. I’m watching a horror movie. A girl just got killed. You’re right, as a past serial killer I shouldn’t be watching this stuff because it could give me ideas. I’ll turn it off.”

His last words were directed at Nica as he offered her a withering stare. Nica glared back, refusing to back down.

“I should probably let you go now, I’m sure you have lots to see and do. Have a good time, I love you. Oh, and give my love to Lottie too!”

When he’d hung up, Chucky slashed Nica’s cheek with his knife.

“Well, that was a close one, wasn’t it?”

[theangryjikooker]

If all of this turns out to be true, do you think they should just be open about dating?

Maybe it's because I'm from the west and I'm so used to celebs dating, but I just find it so odd that korean celebs wait until they're going to get married or have a baby to announce anything. I understand wanting to have a private life, but if you're both equally famous, I just don't fully see why it would be an issue with confirming and moving on. If they confirm, they can freely roam with their partner which seems much less stressful to me. When hyuna announced she was dating Dwan everyone pretty much accepted and moved on. same with jisoo and her actor bf. You basically give less power to the jobless stalkers

One thing that started to bother me today is the idea that JK has been deliberately queerbaiting to sell this fantasy to fans. Even thinking that makes me upset since I'm queer. Or maybe shippers just twist everything to fit their narratives because on today's SH based on the translations I felt like he debunked all ships. But then I get on here and twt and I see so many people taking him saying he's busy on jimins bday or the drawing thing to be romantic lol.. maybe I just need to get out of shipping spaces altogether

I'm pretty sure im going through the stages of grief step by step LOL so sorry for long ask ig I'm on the 'bargaining' stage and just need to talk 😭

I do, or at least I think it would set a precedent for the members to feel comfortable enough to date openly and put certain fans in their place when they continue to pass judgment for the boys acting like every other human being. Technically, I’d say Taehyung has “paved the way” for them all in how to approach it. Considering how Taehyung and Jennie are prominent members of their respective groups, it’s actually impressive that they were able to continue in their successes, even going so far as to take the very public Paris stroll. There’s always going to be some initial fallout, but as long as they insist on their boundaries and navigate that landscape with a good head on their shoulders, people will have no choice but to deal with it. I think the members are aware that, at some point, it’s no love lost if “ARMYs” abandon them because they decided to live their lives.

I didn’t follow the Hyuna-Dawn relationship that closely, so I’m not too confident to comment on it. I think there were a few things that worked in their favor that doesn’t translate exactly the same for the BTS members.

This idea of intentional queerbaiting by the members has always grated my nerves. I’ve only ever seen antis talk about this, and irate shippers when a member isn’t acting like they should according to their narratives. I think the BTS members are good men, and I don’t believe any of them would do that.

I didn’t listen to SH in its entirety, but if he did debunk ships, that’s not abnormal. It would be absolutely valid if none of the members wanted to be shipped with one another and are now putting their foot down. Good for him if that’s the case, I don’t know what he said.

The bit with Jimin’s birthday are people who are either naturally speculating or shippers who have come to expect Jikook doing something for each other on their birthdays. Which is fair as I think they’ve been consistent and have thus set expectations for people who keep tabs on it, but the whale cloud and it being romantic—shipper nonsense, in my opinion. Any romantic undertones during that get-together remains to be seen and is only projected by shippers.

Shipping spaces have devolved over the years. Tango with it for fun, but I do recommend keeping one’s distance—unless that’s your jam, then have at it.

The only person I trust is myself and my judgment, as long as I know when to take accountability or retract statements when it calls for it. Everything else that I consume in these spaces are more like helpful guides that influence how I choose to interpret things.