#(sleeping) fairies everywhere <3

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Hiii! Sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you could do Dogday and/or Catnap with a dog smiling critter!Reader? like they're a newer bigger body experiment? (Totally not just referencing slightly to my own oc because I want more dog smiling critter!Reader) fluff or smut I don't care! :3

“What’s your name?”

Relationship(s): Dogday x dog!reader

Warning(s): fluff, smut, mentions of a litter (kids)

It was a normal day, the critters woke up early. helped the kids out of bed, brush their teeth, get dressed, and make everyone breakfast. see? normal. that was until they seen another dog that wasn’t their happy fun-going orange friend.

you had stood in the front gate of the playcare and Dogday, being the good boy he was, he came over to you first cheerfully. “hi! names Dogday! yours?” You looked at him and you slowly warmed up to him. “y/n.” he gave you a warm smile and gently took your hand in his. you followed wherever he took you.

you met Kickin first. he had greeted you with his signature “cool move” before he told you his name. you smiled and waved as Dogday and him began to talk about the shifts they would have during the day. you stood off to the side while they decided that, feeling abit awkward.

before long, Dogday noticed and took your hand in his, pulling you closer as he continued his conversation. you blushed abit as his arms were wrapped around your shoulders and his hip was touching yours. he eventually finished his conversation and you guys began to walk and talk as he showed you everywhere he thought you’d need to know. who am I kidding? he showed you everything!

He even warned you about Catnap! that was sweet, yes?

for the first month, he courted you. He brought you flowers. He brought you candies. He brought you soft pillows. He even would come in your room and fuck your pretty plush thighs since you wouldn’t let him do you, just yet. after though, would be so special. he made sure you were happy with the critters. he made sure kickin wasn’t too loud or eager around you. he made sure you didn’t get overwhelmed with love with Bobby. he definitely made sure Hoppy didn’t pressure you because he knew how much his baby didn’t like a lot of noise. Don’t get me started with Catnap. He actually boils when you even look catnaps way. but of course, he would never show it. Bubba couldn’t get angry at you if you messed up any problem because what did you look like, a mathematician? Picky piggy couldn’t force feed you because you didn’t like that and your my man Dogday wouldn’t ever allow that. CraftyCorn could NOT yell at you about paint or Dogday would take it from her with a smile on his face.

About 3 months later, he had you flipped on your knees and sliding back and forth against his cock. he whimpers as he feels your gummy walls, squeezing his fat tip. you bit your lip as you lowered yourself against the bulbous head. Dogdays hands reached out and slammed you down, hitting your cervix immediately. you cried out as he took control and fucked you into your shared mattress.

afterwards, he’d grab a warm towel and gently slide the cloth over your slimy folds as you babbles mindlessly. he chuckled and coo’d to you as he threw the towel aside and got into bed with his pretty puppy. he’d kiss against your shoulder and talk about your guys’ future. your guys is litter running around as he rubbed your belly until you fell asleep.

‘Just like putty.’ Dogday sighed happily before he snuggled into a soft sleeping pattern with you.

A/N: SORRY I HAVENT POSTED IN A MINUTTEE LOLL… PART 2 ?

TAGS: @2faced-fairy @alyssalololol

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Collar Crimes Part 1 -> Ease A Heavy Soul

This is honestly just self indulgent, the requests I have left are more long form content and I have a section for that in the guidelines of my pinned, just keep that in mind if you haven’t seen yours come up yet. I gotta be able to feel it out before I give it a shot. Anyway think of this as an opener to a new little series <3

Notes: F!reader, yakuza!Geto, fluffy, reader is a sleepy type of gf & soft girl- think Sanrio/hello kitty aesthetic? heartwarming, no dialogue for this part, mention of violence(blood), Geto is so soft for his girl -> gets filthy in later parts.

The stress of being head of the Yakuza wasn’t foreign to Geto.

What was foreign, was coming back to his penthouse apartment to a girlfriend.

And his penthouse apartment was no longer his, it was your shared home. You were impossible to say no to, and now the place he furnished with top of the line luxuries and various other signs of wealth; was riddled with cutesy soft things.

The leather couch he spent an obscene amount of money on and had custom made for his living area? Covered in the softest pink blankets, fluffy pillows, several large stuffed animals that he thought you might like (you did). The bookshelves that once held “big fancy classics”, now sported knick knacks and some of your own college texts. The remotes had glow in the dark silicone covers on them, there was a new plush area rug… you were everywhere he looked.

His bed had even more of you, from more of your blankets to the scent of your perfume. You had a side of the bed, and a nightstand with its own lamp to match his.

There was even a nightlight plugged in on the far wall, fairy lights were tacked up by the headboard. No, of course you weren’t afraid of the dark, in fact maybe he’s the one afraid. He’s the one that bought a cute nightlight after all.

He bought it after the first time you spent the night at his place and he woke up to you huddled up in his bathroom with the overhead light on. He didn’t bring it up or chastise you, he simply brought you back to bed and cracked the bathroom door so it wasn’t so dark. The next night you slept over there was a bear and stars themed nightlight plugged in. Three more have joined the collection around the apartment since you officially moved in. That shitty apartment of yours had gotten broken into way too many times.

You were everywhere and he wouldn’t deny that you made everything feel okay. When he walked through the door he let through the gentle parts of his heart and gave every single one of them to you.

He loved it.

So yeah, he couldn’t deny you anything. Not when you were so perfect, loving and adorable in every way. And you were doing your very best as a college student, he was so proud of you. You studied so hard to get to where you are now.

(He just spoils you constantly and you’ve never actually asked him for anything.)

Coming home to you is a breath of fresh air.

Tonight was no different. He walked in, took off his shoes and jacket, and found you passed out on the couch- swallowed by your many soft blankets.

Oh his little songbird…

Turning off the tv and extra lights you left on, he was careful when he excavated your body from the pile of softness and picked you up to take you to bed. You didn’t want to let go of him when he tried setting you down though; he missed your hand clutching his shirt in your sleep.

So fucking cute…

Geto pried your fist away slowly and got you settled, then disappeared into the connected bathroom to wash the blood and grime from the day down the drain.

It’s not his blood of course.

You knew what he was, what he did; but he was the sweetest person (to you, you were the exception) you’d ever met. You didn’t ask questions when he came home covered in blood or was stuck ‘working’ all hours into the night. As long as he texted you when he could to give you a heads up it was good enough for you. It was better this way, you didn’t need details and he didn’t want to give them.

To him, that world has no business involving you. It had no business tainting the life you lived with him, safe in the comfort of your home.

Coming out in clean boxers to sleep in, he dropped his dirty clothes in the basket. Thats when you greeted him with a sleepy smile. You were sitting up and waiting for him to come to bed, excited to see him but still so tired.

Your smile was returned easily and he slid into bed, not a second of hesitation passed when he pulled you down close to him and kissed your lips, then head.

You took your rightful place, sleeping on his chest. Having the weight of your body pressed against his and your head over his heart eased his stress away in waves until he was as boneless and relaxed as you.

You were safe, both physically in your home and as a haven for him- the one person who was privy to his very soul.

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If They Take Care Of You When You Get Sick

Feat: Dazai, Chuuya, Ranpo, Fyodor, Nikolai

Dazai Osamu

He really is very cautious in taking care of his one and only bella, He will hug you and give you lots of kisses regardless of your sickness, we know how bad he is at cooking but what will he do in a situation where he has to cook right now?

He thought about ordering food but didn't think it would be healthy so he tried making soup on his own from the cooking videos he really gave him full attention just to look at you, he ditched his job

"My beautiful bella, if anything happens to you, I would never be able to live" He's a real drama creator “Osamu I'm fine you're exaggerating"

I can imagine him holding you in his arms and not letting you walk "My love I can walk" You were told to him, His eyes were squinting looking at you "Still I will take care of you in the best of circumstances"

While you were sleeping, the moonlight hit your face and he watched you sleep, his eyes searched everywhere, he couldn't believe that he had found that true love and that she was lying in his bed like an angel right now "My beautiful angel"

Chuuya Nakahara

He's truly a masterpiece and he's a master at these, I can tell you he's the only man with excellent taste. He cooks with show even when You sick, which makes you smile, She takes her temperature every 10 minutes, pays a lot of attention, water bag and many things, pills, injections, serums, they are all here just for you now

He does 2-3 jobs at the same time, when you don't have control at home, things are only balanced by his power. You offered to call a doctor to the house, but he refused, "I'm the one who wants to take care of you, no one else is needed"

Of course he doesn't care if you're sick to kiss you too, he just lays you on his lap and watches you sleep, You rested your head on his orange hair and you fell asleep with his beautiful harmonizing perfume "My princess, I will always take care of you"

Ranpo Edogawa

No matter how cute and frivolous your boyfriend is, everything stops when it comes to you "I'll give you candy if you get better dear" you laughed at what he said "Ranpo I'm not a kid"

"I'm sure you will love it my love"he left kisses on your head, stroked your hair with his hands and tried to tell you a fairy tale "Once upon a time a princess..." He chose a beautiful story to put you to sleep

He can be very distracted while he cooks because you are the reason for making the food here, if you leave the room he is in and try to do anything while he is cooking he will scold you "Where were you s / he while I was cooking" he really asked you with a stupid seriousness on his face

"My love I just went out on the balcony" Ranpo shook his head disapprovingly "My wisdom instinct tells me you stood up for the laundry" He's not really serious at all. "If you try to get up again, I'll have to tie you to the bed in handcuffs, honey, be nice"

Fyodor Dostoyevski

He may indeed be the most normal lover among them, but just because he's normal doesn't mean he doesn't care about you, But of course he was interested in your illness and he wasn't that indifferent. "You still have a high fever, you need to take medicine dear"

He wasn't the best at cooking, he only cooked when it was absolutely necessary, but he wanted the best for you and brought home a chef who never took his money into consideration, yet you know how rich he is "The chef will make you 4-5 different main courses, if you don't like any of them just tell me my love"

He also considered calling a doctor home but didn't want to put you at any risk afterward because he had too many enemies, He left his job halfway just for you and took the best precautions for your recovery He tried every hour to heal you with special pills and serums "I don't know if you have any medical experience?"you asked him with a laugh. "Just for you, my dear”

Nikolai Gogol

"Darling please don't die yet we'll live a long life with you" He said stroking and kissing you "Ohh I'm fine please let me mind my business" "This is not possible, my love, I hired servants for you.." he spoke to you "Servants??" As soon as you asked, the door of the house opened and two women and two men entered. "People here will take care of your food, cleaning and your illness."

Your eyes really opened in surprise, you were expecting something, but you didn't think that he would exaggerate everything so much, He did make you feel like you were a princess in a castle, he was constantly teleporting around the house bringing you a water bag, ice cloth and a lot of things

He told you about his childhood while you were lying on a bed and you memorized everything he said word for word, he was saying it to sleep you, but when he turned his head to you he saw that you were not sleeping "My beautiful love is still listening to me?”

Enjoy!

I want to write them more as a father the time he spends with his children and his wife

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Gaming - "Beautiful Adeptus, Sky Weaver"

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In which the Traveler and Paimon unknowingly come across a mysterious adeptus by the name of Sky Weaver while the two are exploring near the sparsely populated cliffsides of Mt. Mingyuan. Or; In which the long-forgotten tale of the adeptus Sky Weaver is uncovered by Aether from the lips of the various Adepti of the Nation of Liyue and the people who know them.

Prologue | Part 1 | (1.5) | Part 2 | (2.5) | Part 3 | (3.5) | Part 4 | (4.5) | Part 5 | (5.5) | Part 6 | (6.5) | Epilog | Extra 1 | Extra 2

                                                                                                   

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The silhouette of Yilong Wharf draws nearer and becomes larger with each step taken toward it; the distant view is rendered unfocused by the uneven terrain being traversed. The sleepy sun is drooping down behind the teal hills to the west, bathing the sky in an ethereal medley of pinks, yellows, and reds. The afternoon today seems to hold an air of melancholy that wasn't present in the last, yet it still has enough beauty to overshadow that faint sadness.

Aether sighs for what could've been the hundredth time today; his mind playing the memory of the events on Mt. Mingyuan on a loop. He did regret leaving the mountain, even if it was on request out of concern for his and Paimon's safety. There were so many questions he wanted to ask them, the possibility of also gaining more information about Lumine meant that most of them were about her. Yet there was also the mystery of Chenyu Vale's skies that he longed to uncover; the curiosity that it stirred in him tumbled about in his mind.

‘But… that's not too important right now…’  

The golden blonde thought as he gazed down at the snoozing fairy-like girl in his arms with soft eyes, gently moving a lock of white hair from her face.

“Don't worry, Paimon, I'll make sure to cook you something extra delicious once we get back to the Inn. I shouldn't have scared you like that.”  

Aether mutters to her as he strokes her head.

The small girl peels her eyes open just a bit and smiles sleepily at her traveling companion; her eyes are all red and puffy with dried tears in the corners of her eyes. 

“Hehe… Paimon will make sure… to hold you to that, so make sure you keep your promise, okay?”  

She whispers between yawns in her hoarse and scratchy voice; a little fist going up to rub at her eyes as the other takes a handful of his shirt.

The golden blonde only nodded and chuckled softly at her cute mannerisms, the display reminding him of a small child. He watched as she made futile attempts to fight sleep; eyes drooping and head bobbing to the side. The soft smile on his face only softened further as he took the initiative and began to gently rock her back and forth. Paimon seemingly finally relents and falls into slumber; her little hand still holding onto his shirt.

Aether sighs once again, somehow traveling with Paimon has made him miss his sister even more with each passing day. Instead of being the younger sibling, he feels like the older one. He'd always wanted a younger sibling, to be looked up to and relied on, to be sought out for protection or advice. Somedays, he wonders if Lumine is relieved now that he's not tagging along with her everywhere; since he fished the small girl out of the water on the beach under Starnatch Cliff, the golden blonde has learned how much responsibility is required to take care of someone younger than you.

The familiar sight of charcoal gray shingled white walls closes in as the golden-eyed boy approaches the side entrance of the wharf. He can already see the adeptea filled shallow baskets that were sat out to dry in the hot sun a couple days before. The children that usually wandered about and played had long retired back to their homes and into their beds at this time of day.

The setting sun, now just barely peeking over the rolling hills in the distance, has blanketed the landscape in a warm peach film. 

Hopefully, tomorrow will be far more productive.

It had been a few days since the incident at Mt. Mingyuan and Aether had thought it best to begin making their way back towards Liyue Harbor. At the moment he and Paimon were behind Mt. Lingmeng on the side opposite to river Jademouth; about halfway to Qioaying Village. The two were now enjoying some of the golden-eyed traveler's cooking as they relaxed after the days of walking that they had endured.

In the peaceful atmosphere, the only noises were the rhythmic sloshing of the river beside them, the bubbling of the water cooking pot, and the crackling of the fire beneath it, Paimon's munching, and—

“Oh! Hey Traveler!” 

A familiar voice called out to the golden blonde and broke him from his observation; the figures of a certain aspiring wushu dancer and his suanni companion coming into view.

Aether smiled, it had been a while since the two had last seen each other. Gaming's refreshing grin never failed to put the otherworldly blonde at ease when he was stressed; not to mention he always carries around that delicious winter melon cake.

Paimon grins as she floats off the chair that she was sitting on previously; overenthusiastically waving to the ochre-eyed boy and Man Chai. A chunk of chicken on the skewer that the girl was violently waving around flew and landed on the ground, making her whine and pout. The golden blonde chuckles at her as he pulls more food out of the cooking pot that he was kneeled over.

“I hope I'm not interrupting you both. I saw you from the road and thought I'd say hi!” 

The red-brunette goods transporter chirped kindly as he approached the small camp that the traveling pair had set up just off to the side of the nearby dirt road.

Aether only shakes his head in response and offers the other boy a few skewers; piercing steaming and fragrant chunks of chicken and mushrooms onto a few more of the still bare sharp ended sticks. Gaming thanks him and grabs a few, though the golden blonde suspected that it wasn't out of hunger but to be polite.

The four of them –well, three, since Man Chai can't really talk– caught each other up on what they had been up to while the other was away. In the midst of it all, however, a certain otherworldly boy had an epiphany. Didn't Gaming know Cloud Retainer? If he knew her, he might also know that mysterious adeptus that was on the mountain! Although it might be a small stretch, it was worth a try at the very least.

“Hey, Gaming. Do you know of any adepti that live on Mt. Mingyuan or like to visit it often?” 

The golden-eyed traveler eagerly inquired during a moment of comfortable silence between the trio.

Aether's sudden question had brought an expression of deep thought to the red-brunette's face; the boy's brow and nose crinkling as he contorted his face in contemplation. It was truly a cute display, though Paimon and the golden blonde wouldn't dare to say it out loud just in case they embarrassed the other.

Tapping his chin, the ochre-eyed boy glances to the side as if he had found an answer, but was unsure if it was the correct one. But, he nodded to himself with resolve before turning his gaze back to the long haired boy.

“I think I know who you're talking about. I don't know his name since he never told me, but he let me give him a nickname instead. Uncle Měilì is what I call him.” 

Gaming replies, yet his answer only seems to raise even more questions.

“Uncle Měilì? Why did you call him uncle? Ah! Are you half adeptus!? Hey! How could you hide that from Paimon!?” 

Paimon exclaims, spewing questions while placing a hand on her chest and giving Sword & Strongbox goods transporter a scandalized look; leftover food scraps still clinging to the corners of her mouth.

The ochre-eyed boy chuckles in a bashful way as a cartoon sweatdrop falls down the side of his head in a slow and comical fashion. Scratching the back of his head; he looked away in embarrassment at the sound of the name Měilì coming from another person's mouth. He was really bad at naming things when he was young, it seems.

“No, he's not my uncle by blood. He's just taken care of me from time to time since I was little,so I call him Uncle. It's like how I call Aunty Xianyun, Aunty.”

The red-brunette explains, adjusting his position to sit cross-legged instead of crouching just above the grass covered ground.

Paimon bobbed her head in understanding, her white hair bouncing and swaying along with the movement before Aether grabbed her chin and turned her face in his direction. He brought a small rag up to her cheeks and wiped away the leftover crumbs from earlier that had been bothering him; muttering something about how the small girl was 'so messy'.

“Did this adeptus you're talking about have the form of a glowing cloud of mist? Maybe glowing as well?” 

The golden blonde asked absentmindedly, his focus still occupied with cleaning up his fairy-like companions' appearance.

Gaming's eyes seemed to glimmer with familiarity at the other boy's words. He grinned widely, holding up his weight with his palms pressed into Chenyu Vale's token blueish-greenish grass. His body rocked back and forth with giddiness as memories flooded in and swirled around in his brain.

“He let you see his illuminated beast form? You both are lucky; he's usually not comfortable enough to allow people to know he's there, let alone see him. I even have a hard time convincing him to let me see it.” 

The goods transporter gazes at them both with admiration, clearly impressed by their normally impossible feat.

Aether raised a brow, his mind stewing with the new information. That was ‘Uncle Měilì’ true illuminated beast form? Weren't the adepti all some iteration of the ancient beasts of Liyue? Considering the other known adepti and their adeptal forms;

Zhongli is a dragon, Cloud Retainer and Mountain Shaper are cranes, Moon Carver is a stag, Madam Ping….?, Xiao is some type of bird, Ganyu is Half Qilin, Yanfei is Half… something, Tubby and Chubby are finches?, Changsheng is a Serpent, Fujin is a Carp, and Lingyuan is a Suanni?

All of them are some type of animal, so what's with the adeptus on Mt. Mingyuan?

“Is he not an illuminated beast? I mean- I know you called it his illuminated beast form, but all Paimon and I saw was a cloud of mist.” 

The golden blonde asked as he finally pulled away from his little friend, turning his gaze back to Gaming.

“You sure are curious about Uncle, but I don't mind answering more questions. Uncle is an illuminated beast; under the cloud of mist is a tortoise. The cloud is kind of like a tortoise shell from what I've seen.”

The red-brunette answers him calmly, tilting his head back to look up at the darkening sky, the sun beginning to hide itself behind the hills in the distance.

Golden eyes follow the aspiring wushu dancer's vision, taking note of the time. Aether then turns to his travel bag, opening one of the pouches and pulling out a sleeping bag.

“How about you stay the night with us, it'll take a while for you to get to the next village.” 

The Outlander suggests, lifting the sleeping bag towards Gaming with a kind smile that had an underlying pleading look to it.

Ochre eyes curve into crescents as the boy grabs onto the offered sleeping bag, carefully bringing it towards himself as he beams at the golden blonde in gratitude.

“Im- I'm heading back to Wangshu Inn in the morning to let Miss Verr Goldett know that their goods have been delivered… Do you want to come with me, since you're heading that way anyway?” 

The red-brunette suggests, shyly diverting his gaze to the side and scratching the back of his neck.

Both boys get under the covers of their respective sleeping bags, facing each other as their companions also slide themselves into the warmth of the makeshift bed.

“That would be nice, it's been a while since I've traveled with someone other than Paimon.”

Aether spoke in a whisper, golden eyes heavy with fatigue; he paused for a while before speaking once more.

“Goodnight, Gaming.”

“Goodnight, Traveler.”

The red-brunette whispers back, snuggling deeper into his sleeping bag.

“Goodnight, Traveler and Gaming don't let the cincins bite.”

Paimon's sleepy muffled voice called out the two from her place inside her and the golden blonde's shared sleeping bag.

“Rrmph”

Man Chai grumbles, softly headbutting Gaming's chest in complaint.

“Hehe Yes, you too, Man Chai.” 

The ochre-eyed boy chuckles as he softly pats his suanni companion on their furry head.

As the four fell into slumber, the moon rose into the sky. Vibrant colors weave themselves into the dark tapestry that was the blackened night sky, creating a colorful masterpiece.

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Poképlushies:Pt.3!

You really enjoy creating pokemon plushies so you decide to surprise your partner with them!

Characters: Hop, Bede & Marnie!

Hop

For Hop, you decided to gift him a decently sized Wooloo plushie!

You made it using actual Wooloo fur and made it extra soft on the inside!

So when you give it to him, he looks at you in surprise.

He looks at you, the plushie, and then you again.

Physical embodiment of the :o emoji

He’s so happy when he realises it really is for him!

From then on he swears to take perfect care of the wooloo plushie. He treats it as if it’s his own living breathing Pokémon!

He tells Leon as soon as he can, and the moment he comes back home he shows it to him in person!

He might be busy quite a lot of the time, training up his pokemon, making sure they’re strong and in tip-top shape, or spending time at the Pokémon research lab, but he makes sure that plushie wooloo is still squeaky clean!

When you visit his house you’re surprised that it was as still as clean as when you first gave it to him

This was because in his free time, he’d made sure to wash it really nicely!

He doesn’t bring it with him though. It’s too big to fit with him, it takes up too much room in his bag :((

But whenever he’s at home in Wedgehurst, he does sleep with it! It’s the perfect size for cuddling, and he loves that Wooloo so much <33

Bede

For Bede, you wanted to get him something small.

Even though he specialised in fairy types, you wanted to get him something that was memorable and nostalgic!

So you made him a tiny Hatenna, big enough to cuddle with but small enough that it could fit in his bag!

He wouldn’t carry it everywhere with him, but if he was staying in a certain area for longer than 5 days, he’d bring it with him.

Bede really adores it. It reminds him of when he was a little boy, his Hatenna was the first Pokémon he’d ever received. It brought him a lot of happiness, and even now, he enjoys looking at the sweet little Poképlush.

He also loves the fact that it’s from you!

I think this ties in with the fact that one of Bede’s love languages is gift giving, from both ends!

He’s sometimes unable to show how he feels about you to the extent he wants to, so he thinks of gifts to be a surefire way to show his love for you.

I feel like a conversation held between the two of you several days later would play out like this:

“Bede, what did you think of the Hatenna I made for you?”

And he’d look at you and say “it’s nice, thank you for making it for me,” with his small signature smirk.

On the inside though???

This dude would have so much to say about it, but he just can’t find the words for it!

Marnie

You made Marnie a Morpeko, a similar size to the one she owns!

Initially, her Morpeko was confused. It didn’t register the fact that it was just a plushie, so it spent a few moments trying to talk it.

It was funny for a bit, however Morpeko realised what was up, and left it alone after.

Marnie takes it home with her later, simply sitting in silence, gazing at it in awe. She loves how detailed it was, and she loved how much effort you’d put into making it look like her own.

She’s also 100% the type of girl to have a room filled to the brim with stuffed animals and hug them at night.

Now she’s found a new cuddle buddy with her Morpeko plushie!

She sleeps with it every night now, it reminds her of you <3

Although Marnie is out a lot, she likes coming back home because she gets to hug the Morpeko plushie a lot!

That said, Marnie would never forgive herself it she accidentally got it torn or dirtied in any way, she’d be very upset about it

Even when you tell her you can just wash the stain out or sew it back up she’s still really mad at herself for letting it happen :((

But that’s just a hypothetical, it’s still squeaky clean and she intends to keep it that way!

Your plushie Morpeko has successfully made its way onto a permanent spot on Marnie’s bed, as well as her heart. Be proud!

[two-white-butterflies]

brooklyn baby | cregan stark

Description: He plays hockey and you're a figure skater. Nothing but pure fluff. Pairing: cregan stark/figure-skater!reader

Cregan was the type of man that falls asleep right away. You were talking to him five seconds ago, but now he was snoring his ass off. A small laugh escapes your mouth seeing his sleeping figure - he 'swore' that he wouldn't sleep so he could spend more time with you.

You try to stand up, but he pulls you down.

"Where you going, miss?" he mumbled, eyes wide open and staring at you. "To get some snacks," you replied - bopping his nose. "Without me?" he gave you the cutest puppy eyes. "Go back to sleep, Mr. Stark." you smile, and he listens to you - eyes closing and his snore returns.

cregan_scotland_hockey: the fairy princess is back at it again 🧚🏻‍♀️ tagged: y/n_olympics

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jaceyjacejace: nice 👍🏻

y/n_olympics: DOMINATING 🔥

"It says that I should fold the cheese in," you continued reading the recipe book while holding a spatula on the other hand. Cregan furrowed his eyebrows, mixing the batter while making sure that you weren't going to burn the house down. "How do you fold the cheese in?" you asked, staring up at the book.

He moves to your part of the counter - reading what the recipe entails. To his agony, there were only three words on step 3.

fold. in. cheese.

"- fold in like you'd do to clothes?" you frown and he shakes his head. "Wait, let me try." he hums, and you gently move out of his workspace. He lifts the spatula 'folding' the cheese in. "It says that it should have a thick consistency." you continued reading and his face pales - the sauce was watery.

"Do I keep 'folding' in until it becomes thick?" he questions and you browse the book for any suggestions, but there were only three fucking words. "Where did you buy this?" you turned to look at him and he shrugs, "I bought it from Jace's aunt," he answered - Helaena was strangely giggling while handing him the book. "Is she a chef?" you inquire and he shakes his head.

"She's one of those fortune tellers on tiktok." he informed, prompting you to facepalm. A laugh escapes his mouth seeing that you were staring at him 'the office' style. "So do we continue folding in the cheese?" he joked, earning a small giggle from you.

y/n_olympics: I suddenly can't tie my laces 🥴

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cregan_scotland_hockey: anything for u madame 🌹 - y/n_stark: 🫦

joffreyplaysminecraft: hi aunt y/n 😁 - y/n_stark: Hello joff, how's mom? 💙 - cregan_scotland_hockey: why do u call her aunt and me tony - y/n_olympics: Tony Stark 🤷🏻‍♀️

Everything about Cregan was pure happiness - even gossiping became fun with him. "Remember the guy we were laughing about on reddit?" you ask, sitting beside him with a latte on your hand. "Yeah, the cbat guy?" he asked, browsing through his phone.

"Apparently he's Aegon." you dropped the bomb and he suddenly exploded into a million laughing fits. "Aegon, Jace's uncle?" he giggled, wiping the fake tears away from his eyes. "Yep, I heard it from his ex-girlfriend - because I showed her the tiktok video." you laughed, slapping his shoulders lightly.

"How did he even do that?" he thought to himself while standing up. "Ten tenen ten tete tenten," he sang while grinding on air.

"You are embarrassing - stopp," you giggled, slowly burying your face on the pillow.

"Did you get the ick?"

He was with you in your lowest points. He was beside you in your highest. He was with you everywhere, and in your accomplishments he was the person that you shared it with.

cregan_scotland_hockey: congratulations to the love of my life @y/n_olympics, i've seen how hard you've worked to accomplish this. you've sacrificed days and nights, and i'm so proud to say that it's all been worth it in the end. 💙🌹 i love you madame fairy 🧚🏻‍♀️

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y/n_olympics: Thank u, Mr. Stark 🦸🏻‍♂️

simplyme03: Congrats 🤩

[zergula]

Welcome To Sims3City!

They say if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere! Celebrities can be found wandering the shops and giving impromptu performances all over Sims3City. There's live show venues everywhere and it's easy to see why they say this city runs on dreams yet never sleeps!

I found this absolutely gorgeous map: Waterfall Beauty and just had to use it to make my own city world save! This map did come with lots already designated so I filled it up with the best townhouses, apartments, and city life buildings I could find or make to make my own version of a mashup of Starlight Shores and Bridgeport.

INTERESTING CHARACTERS

Every sim comes to Sims3City to make it big! With a performance venue on nearly every corner, you're sure to see:

The Warflowers - These twins started a band and pulled some of their reluctant friends into it. They know once they got here to The City, they would make it!

Chloe and Bob Katt - always on the hustle to make people believe in magic again!

The Myth family is here, of course, living in the spookiest house!

Mirage Sable always seems able to make everyone else's wishes come true, hoping one day her only one will, too!

Candice and Arthur finally made it to The City when Candice got her book deal. Arthur is hoping to make it into the celebrity chef business...with a little help from his friend and now roommate, Derek. This new relationship has a lot of challenges being thrown its way, but this couple is determined to make it here and everywhere!

The Vireowing Fairy Sisters not only have beautiful voices, they love to bestow inner and outer beauty on all of those around them. That's perfect in a city that values beauty!

As with anywhere, crime can be overwhelming in the city but H & H Private detective family, Harmony and Henry, are on the case!

Lots of sims from Starlight Shores and Bridgeport are here: The Drama On TV household, the Crash Pad household, the Atkins Household, the Elson Family, the Sagar Family, the Platt Family, the Hemlock, Schlick and Slayer families, the Belle family, the Art Central household, and the Whitfield family.

AROUND TOWN

38 Community lots

74 Residential lots

This city is ALIVE! Along with all EA rabbitholes, you will find:

CHIPS Casino - a big show venue where you can see the greatest performers and play all games

Across the street, you will find another live show venue - The Locker -

where you can see more live performances. After that, dance the night away at Bubbleworks -

and keep the party going with the late night crew over at The Afterlife Vampire Lounge!

Don't worry about ghosts, though. A recreation of the firestation from the movie, Ghostbusters, is right next door so we ain't afraid of no ghosts! Next to that firestation and hospital emergency center, you will find the Anachronistic Art Gallery and City Hall rabbithole, with some mysterious things to explore in the basement!

In the more affluent area of the city is where you will find the Affluence Golf Club rec park and Tee Off! Sports Bar and Grill -

and some sweet treats at The Big Cheese bakery and shops!

In the center of town, you will find lots of fun for the kids at The Wise Owl Library next to the Aquarium Science Center and the Bright Beginnings Daycare and School center -

Stop by and get some sweet treats at The Plaza Ice Cream Parlor

and then get rid of all of that excess energy at the Big Rock Climbing Centre Gym or The Pac Man Public Pool next to the stadium rabbithole!

Don't forget to visit the Surf's Up Wave Garden at the beach right across the street or the seasonal festival grounds!

Downtown, you can get those extra strings at the DownTown Music Store, play some games at the Laserberry Arcade, and then head over to the Stardust Diner for some drinks and good times!

If you go at certain times of the day to catch a movie at Serena's Community Cinema, you might be able to see some of today's biggest stars working on set! You can pick up whatever you need at the big Sims 3 Market nearby and marvel at all of the old historical residential buildings before you head over to the Double Rainbow Disco Club for more dancing!

For those sims with a more exclusive taste, Club 112 in the historical section is the perfect lounge!

There's The Remaude Coffee Emporium Coffeehouse and Elixir Of Life Coffeehouse and shops for more live venues and fun in Sims3City!

After all of that excitement, the city folks like to visit the Stone Troll Mill Fishing Pond to unwind and maybe catch some dinner if they're lucky!

MORE INFO

This is a world save file. You will need to have the world installed in order to play the save file. In this download, you will find 3 save files and the world file:

Sims3CityCommunityLots - this version of the save is only the community lots

Sims3CityUnpopulated - this is the final version of the save without households

Sims3CityPopulated - this is the final version on the save with all households

I have all expansions, stuff packs, and store content so most of it is probably used in this save. If you do not have the item, the game should generate a similar item. The only expansion not used is PETS so I do not know how this save will run with pets, my apologies. THERE IS ZERO CUSTOM CONTENT IN THIS SAVE. All lots are set as regular lots (not apartments) so if you want to change them for roommates, etc feel free! I hope you enjoy this save as much as I am! Please tag me @zergula or #Sims3City if you share any photos, I would love to see them!

Please check out my other world saves here:

River Falls

Simarellen

Kaodina

Lunestia

Happy simming and green plumbobs for all <3

SIMSFILESHAREDOWNLOAD

[riseofamoonycake]

I worked on this for a million days, I hope it is something worthy!

@hanaiikiki, come, here is your man!

Birch

👑Pairing: Loxi x Human!queen reader

👑Warnings: mention of threat, dead, violence, psychological abuse, forced breeding

👑The figure of this reader was already introduced here

👑Chapter 1 of 3

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They say the birches follow you everywhere. Their always open and magical eyes can’t let you escape, the spirits who live in the trunks enjoy themselves to know your life and whisper about it to the Greatest Gods… so don’t go into the woods, stay away from their song, or you will be taken captive by them.

Don’t look at the birches, run from their sight, run. 

Run.

You love birches and oaks. You just can’t help, the love you feel for them is stronger than any other feeling, even when they stand out in their light against the blackest night or the winter moon, resembling many sleepless, unhappy and hungry ghosts; perhaps because they are the trees that surrounded the house where you grew up, the only place you called home… perhaps because they have always protected you many, countless times.

Before they hid you from your parents’ eyes, when the summers were so long you never saw the end, and you had to find shelter before your father found you and won the game of hide and seek; back then, the hardest part was staying silent, because you were always so cheerful and carefree that you couldn’t help but laugh, and not always covering your mouth with your hands saved you from being discovered… 

Now, however, they do it from monsters. The stories all lie: the dangers are not in the forest, they do not live in the birch trees, they are not their eyes; anyone who feels hatred and anger, enjoys pain, causes it or does nothing to stop it cannot live with the trees ― and this is perhaps why the king never managed to discover your hiding place, too cruel, miserable and inept to be accepted in this world. And, judging by the words that the birches sigh in your hair when the darkness is about to give way to the dawn and the sky is suspended between black and deep blue, they understood you well too.

Y/N, still prey to that man? You are his queen, yet you seem like the last of the slaves...

What you find in the forests is a sort of cradle: during the nights when you know that your husband is not present because too busy occupying other women’s beds, you take refuge in their realm and start to breathe again. Far from the crown that cages your head, from the clothes that tighten your chest and take your breath away, from the crying of the child they forced you to give birth to, from bitterness and anger, it seems to you that you have never grown up, that you are still in your village lost among the valleys and fields, running and running. Blessed poverty, how much you regret it now, knowing full well that happiness accompanied it; also for this reason you are despised, you who were born with nothing, but free and joyful… frowned upon by everyone, but not by these branches, leaves and flowers that, more than anything else, know how to appreciate the smell of souls that are too strong and indomitable to be linked to material possession. Because you are capable of bearing anything, even more than you think… if only you were to wake up from this years-long sleep and remember what you are truly made of, of coal, gold and sand that dances at the bottom of the sea, of spring air and wheat, of earthquakes and storms. Nature looks at you, and what it tells you is…

Run.

Behind your gaze there are your running steps, the same as when you were used to crossing the clearings even before the light of the sun and competing with the deers to see who would be the first to reach the springs of water, the sacred circles of the fairies and the ancestors’ mounds that stood out in the morning fog like beacons of death; and the evening never fell on those lands, where you did nothing but run, and run…

Run.

The rivers have never had secrets for you, no matter how frozen and deep, you have always loved them with all of yourself: in their blue water everything is lost, there is no room for noise and worry, and so you let yourself be carried away from their current and lead on their way, almost to the sea. You associate the taste of them with freedom, with the loss of all boundaries, with the rebirth which is no longer possible… now… 

Run.

You have never seen the black beaches of the Great North, but the travelers who have arrived on your shores and have come into contact with your village ― travellers, visionaries, wise men, perhaps gods ― have always talked about it and brought with them a few punches of sand, tightly closed in a jar and so dark but brilliant that it seems like a corner of night with the stars entangled in it; who knows why you see it now, in this half-sleep, and dream of sinking your hands into an entire obsidian-colored expanse and into the waves of a sea that roars like an agitated heart, and… and behind you, just when you think you are alone, someone…

Run.

Run.

Run!

When you open your (e/c) eyes and fix them on the forest that surrounds you, everything seems calm: dawn is approaching and the trees barely shake in the elusive twilight, caressed by the morning breeze; the flowers are still closed, immersed in sleep, and the calls of the animals are continuous, made suffused and almost unreal by the mist that lingers on the clearings and traps every noise within itself.

The narrow clearing where you spent the night is damp with dew, yet you don’t feel the cold of the ground beneath you: the heavy cloak you wear protects you from anything, be it frost, doubt or fear… furthermore, your senses are totally focused on something else and don’t have time to grasp the shivers.

There is something around you; there is someone. Somewhere, someone is watching you, getting closer… it is almost here. You turn your head, looking around warily, peering over your shoulder with bated breath; there is a patch of darkness not far from you, a lump of night that resists the advance of the day, but it is not what worries you, it is not there that the danger comes from, which is close, it is always closer,

it is here.

«Booh!»

When you look back, you jump in surprise and can’t hold a scream as you curl up in a ball, scared and amazed, shaking from head to toe. The hooded figure in front of you, however, is doubled over with laughter as he points a finger at you and at your frightened face with a grin ― «Your expression! You should look at yourself in a mirror, you’re so funny, so terrified!» ― and then gets up again, lowers his hood and looks at you with big purple eyes full of everything except pity and sweetness. In a few moments, the entire forest darkens, closes in on itself and trembles for you. «Look… a human in my forest! Did you perhaps think you would go unnoticed this night, and all the others before it? Don’t you know that you are not welcome here unless you bring an offering?»

You continue to stare at the young… man? from the face as attractive as disturbing who appeared in front of you out of nowhere, then you bite your lips and try to speak despite your fear. Your heart beats so hard it hurts, and when you speak you don’t even hear your words: «I… I didn’t know. I beg for forgiveness if I entered your forest without permission, I thought it belonged to my husband, the king…», you only manage to murmur, and at that point your interlocutor smiles frighteningly and bends over you, taking away your space to breathe. Like a lash, you feel the sweet scent of thousands of flowers emanating from his skin, the more intense scent of as many poisons, and danger. Huge, absolute danger. «Better that you, your husband and the whole kingdom know that this is the territory of the gods, silly one…», he almost hisses on your lips, making sure to breathe on them, «no mortal has power here, only us. And you’ve already dirtied the air enough, little bunny.» The stranger raises his head in a disdainful move and retreats, yet continues to observe you. «Hmmm… aren’t you a bit too young to be queen? and these very common clothes, the fact that I often see you here… what’s happening, don’t you like court life? Not that I don’t understand you, eh.»

You don’t reply, and the young man doesn’t add anything else; he stands still, without trying to get closer, and you swallow with difficulty the little saliva you have left. The wisdom you haven’t had these nights suggests you leave as soon as possible and never look back, and never return to the forest regardless. «I… I should return to the castle now», you murmur then, making the act of getting up, «but today I will bring you something to repay for my intrusion. I ask you again to forgive me for my ignorance.»

«What a hurry!», comments the other, holding out a hand towards you. At that same moment, you are petrified as you notice how thin black smoke comes out of his open, gloved palm, and you begin to tremble again when you see it pointing towards you in thin hissing spirals. «… Why don’t you stay here a little longer, with me?»

You press yourself against the ground as soon as the god ― at this point you can no longer be fooled ― leans towards you again, and your eyes widen when his hands close around your skirt and slowly lift it to reveal your legs. You can’t suppress a groan of terror, which makes him smile and almost growl, and tear the fabric of your dress. «You have too toned legs to be a spoiled and indolent noblewoman…», he comments as he caresses your calves and the lower part of your thighs, and then grabs your bare feet and touches every corner of them, «and these toes have old fractures. You were used to running for hours until not long ago… when you didn’t yet have a crown on your head and the belly of a woman who has given birth.»

You blush more for his words than for the way the divinity touches you and grabs your flesh as if he wanted to deprive you of it. «Yes, I was… before the king noticed me and bought me, I was used to running for a long time…» The quick confession comes out spontaneously as you observe your companion’s hands placing your legs on the ground and carefully covering them with the skirt, and an amused grimace paints his face with malice and cruelty.

«Poor little one… evidently, it is your destiny to lose your freedom because of someone more powerful than you.» Again, light smoke emanates from his palm, and a curved blade emerges from his skin, slowly revealing itself and taking the shape of a dagger. Something also appears in the other hand, becoming a vial filled with a liquid so clear it seems unreal. The stranger presents you both objects, making you look at them carefully before smiling, and then hands them to you. «I am very saddened by not being able to accept your belated apologies, young queen, but it is not our way of acting… so let’s do this: since I’m getting a little bored, I’ll leave the choice to you. What do you want your punishment to be for the outrage you have caused me? A quick death, or a slow illness that will take your mind away? Or do you prefer torture?”

You widen your eyes at the crazy look of your tormentor, then watch him burst into laughter with immense joy. «Humans… your fear is never priceless», you hear him murmur, and then see him approaching dangerously. You don’t even have time to react, and the god grabs you by the arms and pushes you to the ground, before climbing onto your lap and pressing you against the earth using all his weight, stretching his face towards yours and licking his lips with studied slowness. «… And that’s why it’s always so much fun to play with you.»

«What… what do you want to do to me?», you chirp, stopping as soon as he presses a finger to your mouth and then caresses your cheek, forehead and hair, digging his fingers in and pulling a little to make you throw your head back and expose the neck, then begin to delicately trace the throat with the tip of the dagger. There is no kindness in his movements, only a desire to torment you and see how far you are willing to go.

«You have to choose that for yourself. I am here to punish you, but, as I said, the punishment is your choice: it depends on what you want most. If you’ve always wanted to feel pain or know what it’s like to die a certain way, then all you have to do is ask! I will fulfill your wish⁓» The god’s smile fades a little, and he widens his eyes in an almost sweet expression. «Just don’t make me wait too long, okay? I want to hear some good screams, but quickly, otherwise I’ll have to decide for you!»

You let him press his finger to your forehead, then close your eyes and swallow. The situation is so bad that there are no words to describe it, and what you don’t understand rationally, you do with your heart: with every second that passes, you are more and more in danger and your life is getting shorter. Whatever deity has come to you, he seems intent on getting everything he can from you. His touch is cursed, lascivious and sinuous like that of a serpent; and the fire that burns under his skin traps, bites and crushes.

There is no escape for you.

«I see you are undecided… do you need advice?» The god makes the dagger disappear, then reaches fully over you and begins prodding and scratching your cheek with the tips of his black nails. «Hmmm, how soft and tender you are⁓ what a shame, if you weren’t destined to die so soon, I might even woo you…»

You widen your eyes, then a sudden thought crosses your mind and you express it immediately, before thinking twice. There is trembling in your voice, and a thrill inside your body: «Great Forest God, can I… propose a fourth way? A challenge, perhaps?»

The deity’s face lights up at those words, then he sits up on your belly and claps his hands, excited. «A challenge? It’s okay, I like challenges! What’s on your mind, huh?»

You sit down too, closing the distance between your faces. You stare into his amethyst eyes with apprehension, and a part of you already regrets what you’ll say. «A hunt. I propose that you… hunt me down. Hunt me throughout the entire forest; and if you catch me even just once, you have won and I will have to do everything you want without replying, even if it were the most horrible thing a human being has ever suffered. But if I find the exit and can reach it before you catch me… then I will be free, and you won’t be able to do anything to me. You will lose all power over me… but only if I win.»

The god remains silent for a moment, completely still, then covers his mouth with both hands and begins to tremble. «Oh, dear girl, but this… this is…» His face transforms into a chilling grimace, then an expression of arrogant triumph appears on it. «This is a victory for me! I practically won!»

«I’m afraid so», you reply, smiling sadly and without undermining his confidence, «but this is the wish I ask you to grant. It’s a game that I propose to you… hoping that you will enjoy it.»

«My queen, of course I will like it! My, my, now things are getting interesting⁓» The god’s voice becomes softer as he steps back from you and crouches at your feet, before taking one in his hands and starting to massage the toes. «I really want to see what these beautiful legs are capable of…», he murmurs with a sinister and perverse grimace, and then scratches your sole.

Instinctively you retract your leg and escape his grasp, making the god chuckle, and jump up. He looks at you with the same sly expression as a cat, then nods at you as he sits back down and looks up at you. «Any other requests before we start the hunt?»

«Yes: it will have to be a fair challenge, without tricks. And no jokes.»

The other smiles, then lies down on the grass and nods. «Don’t worry, if I cheated it wouldn’t be so interesting anymore. And you must lose so miserably that you don’t even have the courage to look at my face…» The god chuckles, then looks at your legs. «And don’t be afraid, I won’t play any tricks on you: you have the word of a god. I’ll give you half an hour’s head start: whatever happens, in the end you’ll be mine, and then we’ll pay off the debt forever⁓ do you agree?»

You frown and are about to reply, but the divinity’s eyes narrow and inside them you read a warning and an order so clear that you can only obey: run, they whisper to you, and you step back and start running. «Half an hour passes quickly, flower! Do your best!», you hear him shouting behind you, and you increase your pace on purpose to get away from that terrible place; but you can’t help hearing the loud, terrible laughter that attaches itself to your person and follows it for entire minutes, in the cold, black thicket of a forest that, now, cannot protect you.

[storms-corner]

i did manage to write a tiny fic about oksana's birthday morning, soo :'D

“Happy birthday to youuu, happy birthday to youuu…”

Eve’s voice dances down the hall, all the way from the kitchen to a no longer sleeping Oksana’s ears. The little girl stirs, confused as to why mommy is out of bed already, but delighted to hear her sing. She grunts and rolls over on her back, rubbing at her eyes and rubbing Sooshka against her cheek. Giving her pacifier a sleepy suck, she looks to the door. Warm light flickers and dances.

“Happy birthday, dear Oksana …” Eve pushes the door open, singing with a smile on her face. “Happy birthday toooo youuu!”

Oksana’s eyes widen and she clumsily pushes herself to sit. Her mouth hangs open, enough that her pacifier tumbles into her lap, and she makes an excited noise. Still too tired for real words. Eve carries a tray with a cupcake with a candle in it and a gift. The tray is wrapped with fairy lights.

“Mommy,” Oksana whispers breathlessly, struggling to take in the sight of this. No one has ever done this for her birthday. For a long time, Oksana didn’t understand birthdays were to be celebrated. Mama called hers an unfortunate day, sometimes.

“Good morning, baby,” Eve says, and her voice is warm like honey and full of love. She sits on the edge of the bed. “Happy birthday, angel. A whole year older, huh? Time goes so fast.”

Oksana nods shyly. To Oksana, time is a vague concept. But she knows a year is a long time. A year older means she’s spent almost an entire year here in this house with Eve. A year older means that mama and her childhood is even more distant than before. A year older means that Eve sings to her and wakes her up with a cupcake for breakfast.

“Don’t feel so old,” Oksana shrugs.

Eve chuckles. “You’re nowhere near old, sweetheart. I’m near old. You’re just starting out, still.”

After instructing Oksana to sit up properly, Eve places the tray on her lap.

“Time to blow out the candles, yeah?” she says with enthusiasm, rubbing Oksana’s leg on top of the blankets. “Go ahead, honey.”

First, Oksana points. “Three!” she says with unbridled joy, pointing to one of the candles in the cupcake. She completely ignores the 1 beside it.

Eve’s heart crumbles and melts. It doesn’t seem like Oksana turns thirty-one today. It seems much more like she’s turning three. Oksana had never put an age on herself before, neither had Eve, because it shifts so much. But the 3 on the cupcake seemed to resonate with her this morning.

“Yeah, three!” Eve says, grinning so hard that her cheeks hurt. “That’s a big number.”

Oksana blows out the candles. Eve claps her hands, “Yay!”

“Can I come sit with you, hm?” Eve pats the mattress.

“Uh-huh,” Oksana nods happily. She scoots to the middle of the bed and Eve sits next to her.

Like it’s an automated response to having Eve beside her, Oksana nestles her way into Eve’s embrace, resting against her mommy. Eve’s stomach swirls with affection. Oksana is still sleep-warm and soft. Eve, who had gotten up earlier than early, allows herself to close her eyes for a moment. Then she notices the lack of chewing; she’d been expecting Oksana to dig right into the cupcake.

“You’re allowed to eat it, baby,” Eve reminds her.

“Yep. But can’t decide,” Oksana says. “Present? Or cake?”

“Oh,” Eve smiles softly. “How about you eat half, then open the present, and eat the rest.”

System in place, Oksana does just that. For a second Eve regrets allowing a cupcake with chocolate frosting into their bed, but just for today she lets the thought go — it’s her little girl’s first real birthday. She can get chocolate everywhere if she wants to.

Eve wipes Oksana’s fingers and mouth with a napkin. “That’s yummy, huh?”

Oksana nods eagerly. With clean fingers, she reaches for the gift. Eve had tied the ribbon so loosely that Oksana wouldn’t struggle to undo it. She’d done the same with the tape and wrapping paper. Oksana’s fine motor skills are lacking, which Eve chalks down to both the fact that being small in a big body must be dizzying, and the fact that no one bothered to teach her at a young age.

“You’re doing such a good job; you don’t even need mommy’s help!” Eve praises as Oksana opens her present. “I can’t wait to see what’s inside. So exciting, isn’t it?”

Oksana rips the paper off and comes face to face with a small plushie — a soft, smiling sun with feet made of corduroy. Her face brightens and she practically vibrates with excitement.

“Mommy,” she says softly, like the word contains every bit of joy and gratitude she can’t properly express. “Mommy, mommy, thank you.”

Eve hugs Oksana. She kisses the side of her head, nuzzling into her girl’s hair. “You’re welcome, sweetheart. Happy birthday,” she murmurs. “I love you so much.”

Oksana tucks herself into her mommy’s warm arms. “I love you too.”

[sowoozoo-7]

Love, Lust & Litigation | Ch 3 (JJK, KNJ)

Pairing: Jungkook x Fem Reader x Namjoon

Genre: lawyer!AU, coworkers to lovers, slow burn, eventual smut

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, drinking, explicit sexual content

Word Count: 5.3k

Summary: Unfortunately, you have developed a massive crush on your new boss. Even more unfortunately, your equally attractive coworker is also harboring massive crush on your boss. AKA Jungkook and reader both pine for big, sexy brain Namjoon. 

A/N: Ooh look at me, Chapter 3 right on time for y'all. This is my first ever smut and tbh it's taken a lot for my repressed former catholic brain to actually type it out 🙈 Hope you enjoy!

I’d love feedback if you have any!

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Winter arrives with a flurry of snow and early sunsets, and with the change in season comes a crushing wave of loneliness. Maybe it’s the lack of sunshine making you sad and mopey, maybe it’s the endless couples holding hands everywhere you turn, cozying up under the mistletoe. 

Whatever it is, now that you’ve been at Bang & Associates for a few months, the shiny newness of the job has worn off. All you’re left with is a dark, empty apartment waiting for you at the end of a long day. You’ve worked hard to make your apartment feel like a home, but no amount of cozy comfort can negate the emptiness. It used to be better, when your ex was around, but that relationship fizzled out about six months after moving in together, both of you too busy to make time for the other person, and not enough in love to want to make it work through seventy-hour work weeks. 

It doesn’t help that your crush on Namjoon is only getting worse with every passing day. You keep it together during meetings, but it seems like every free moment you have, you’re daydreaming about him. The way his voice dips low at the end of a long day, the way he smells, the way he twirls his pen when he’s concentrating on a document. You ignore the meaningful glances Yoongi sends your way at Cat’s Pajamas when the team gathers for lunch, but there’s nothing to stop Yoongi’s words haunting you when you’re trying to fall sleep. 

The thing is, no matter how many nights you spend with your vibrator, fantasizing about Namjoon pushing you up against your office door, you know you’ll never approach him first. HR is clear about relationships with subordinates and Namjoon is a stickler for the rules. And if he did somehow have a complete personality transplant, you’ve known one too many women whose careers get ruined by the rumor mill after they sleep with their boss.

Still, Yoongi’s words make you think of all the potential, all the possibility between you two. It’s torture. 

Jungkook isn’t doing any better. 

More often than not, you catch him glancing at Namjoon during after-work drinks with sad puppy eyes. Even if he leaves the bar with someone, the men he takes home resemble Namjoon, tall and well-built, and the women he leaves with have the same intellectual intensity Namjoon has. 

“Poor kid,” says Jimin, every time. 

You think you should try that too. After all, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, right? 

But the long hours you’re racking up leave you too exhausted to even begin of thinking of pulling a one-night stand at happy hour, or of going out to a bar on a weekend and going home with a stranger. You used to do that with Nina, but ever since she’s been with her boyfriend, weekend nights out are few and far between. It’s not the same going on your own. It feels more desperate, somehow. 

So it’s just you, in your empty apartment, with thoughts of Namjoon in your head, and cheesy holiday movies clogging streaming services home pages. You’ve spent more than one weekend in front of the TV with a bottle of wine, wallowing and crying that you’ll never find love. 

At least the cold weather brings with it holiday decorations. It’s beautiful, the city in winter. Fairy lights drape over every surface, keeping the darkness at bay. Sure, it’s cold, the wind bites through your winter layers, and you’re the loneliest you’ve ever felt in your life, but the twinkling lights almost make up for it. Almost. 

Before you know it, the holidays are only a couple weeks away. There’s a flurry of activity as the days get shorter and the nights get longer, and the firm tries to wrap up any last-minute deliverables before the holidays. 

One miserable Thursday, when the sky can’t decide whether to rain or snow and instead settles into a miserable sleet, you misjudge the depth and consistency of a slush puddle on your way to work. Water rises up above your boot and floods your sock with filthy, freezing water. You squish with every other step.

“You look terrible,” chirps Jimin when you arrive at the office. “Ready for the holiday party tomorrow?” 

“I’m not in the festive mood, not when I’m cold and wet and cranky.” 

He follows you into your office as you pull out your emergency shoes. They don’t match the outfit you were so happy to put together that morning — cozy, yet professional — but they’ll have to do. You set your boots and socks next to the heater to dry out.

“Liven up, Grinch. It’ll be fun!” 

“I’ll have more fun when I have a cup of coffee in my hand,” you mutter.

He links his arm around yours as you head to the in-house barista that the firm has set up in the cafeteria for the holidays. You order a disgustingly sweet latte that Jimin swears tastes like Christmas in a cup.

“I’m going to get a cavity,” you grumble, as you head back to your department. You refuse to tell Jimin that just with the first sip, you feel the warmth of Christmas Present flooding though your body. 

“But it’s gonna be a Christmas cavity!” he says, sipping his own drink. “Anyway, everyone’s leaving early tomorrow for the party to get ready. We’re pulling out all the stops and you better dress up too. I expect Christmas cheer! And don’t forget your dancing shoes.” He executes a smooth spin before heading to his office, miraculously not spilling a drop of his drink. 

The party isn’t a command performance, but it is the event of the season. At least in the law world. The firm rents out a ritzy five-star hotel downtown that caters to mega-rich people and celebrities. The firm reserved a room for every employee so no one has any excuse to drive home drunk. Even if the party’s a bust, at least you’ll enjoy a mini staycation. The hotel has a complimentary room service breakfast that looks indulgent and divine. You can't wait to sit in your room in a robe looking out at the city view with a cup of coffee in your hand.

Before you log in to your computer, you shoot Nina an SOS text. You planned to do your own hair and makeup for the party, but with the way you’ve been feeling lately, you need a little pick-me-up. Before lunch, Nina has worked her magic and set you up with a last-minute hair and makeup appointment, along with a spa mani-pedi.

You deserve it girl, have so much fun at the party! Send pics when you’re all dressed up 😘😘

It’s all your coworkers can talk about at lunch that day. Free dinner and an open bar? Everyone’s ready to let loose. You’re excited too, now that you have a pamper session to precede it. 

The following day passes in a blur of emails and memos, and before you know it, Namjoon is ushering everyone out the door a couple hours early. “I’ll see all of you at the party tonight.” 

You go straight to the salon after work. It’s nice to spend some time pampering yourself solo. Usually you’ll do these spa weekends with Nina, but it’s nice to have a moment of solo luxury after so many weeks of go-go-go at work. 

You check into your hotel room to finish getting ready. The dress Nina put aside for you is even better than she promised. The velvet dress hugs all your curves just-so and the deep emerald color makes your skin glow.

Before you leave the room, you tidy up a bit. You feel a little silly, as you tug the bedspread into place and put your suitcase away in the closet, because the only person who will see your room at the end of the night is you. But you do it anyway, just in case. 

You head out of your room with five minutes to spare, and you walk directly into a solid body. A set of hands comes to your shoulders to steady you as you stumble back, familiar tattoos decorating the back of one of them. 

“You’re on this floor too?” 

You look up to see Jungkook and words fail you. 

He’s in black, head to toe, black suit, with a black shirt underneath, the first few buttons undone. His hair is wavy as usual, but it looks like he spent a little more time than usual getting it to fall just right across his forehead. 

You clear your throat and step back. “Uhm, yeah. Clearly.” 

It’s his turn to look you up and down. A slow smile spreads across his face. “Damn. You clean up nice.” 

You roll your eyes and flip your hair over your shoulder as you strike a pose. 

“Don’t I?”

Behind the confident façade, you feel a little trepidation. He’s right, you do look amazing, but you’re showing a lot more skin than you usually would around your coworkers, with its off the shoulder neckline and slightly shorter hemline. 

He nudges your shoulder playfully. “Come on, we’ll miss the champagne toast.” 

He offers you his arm and you take it. Then you remember.

“Hang on.” You fumble in your clutch for your phone. “I promised Nina a picture.”

“I’ll take it,” he says, holding out his hand for your phone.

You feel a little ridiculous, posing in the hotel hallway like a teenager about to go to her first prom. Jungkook, to his credit, doesn't tease and steps back and takes the photo from several different angles. Before he hands the phone back, he holds it out at arms length, front camera on.

“Selfie!”

The selfie is too cute not to send along with the first photo, both of you pouting and flashing V signs. You shoot a quick message to Nina before getting to the elevator bank.

You ride the elevator up to the penthouse ballroom together. It takes forever, because the elevator stops at almost every floor to pick up another one of your coworkers. Jimin was right, everyone does pull out all the stops. Even the ladies from tax law dress up more than usual. 

A few floors from the top, your phone buzzes with Nina’s response.

damn girl!! You look 🔥🔥🔥 and e-boy looks 🤤🤤 have soooo much fun tonight 👀😘😘

The ballroom looks like a Christmas dream, with glowing golden decorations and highlights of red and green. Round tables fill the ballroom, spread out around a large dance floor. Outside, the city glitters in the cold winter night. 

You pick up two champagne flutes from a passing waiter and offer one to Jungkook. You clink glasses and sip as you walk further into the room. 

Jimin stands by a table at the edge of the dance floor along with the rest of the litigation team, and waves you over. He’s on theme, wearing a red and black plaid suit. His golden blonde hair looks like he’s already run his hands through it several times. 

He lets out a low whistle when you arrive, and greets you with a kiss on your cheek. 

“You look amazing in that dress. I almost thought you were going to show up in one of your regular suits with just a Santa hat on, after yesterday.”

He turns to Jungkook and shakes his hand. “And you! Didn’t I tell you to dress more festive? This does not scream Christmas.” 

You laugh as Jimin cocks an eyebrow and looks Jungkook up and down.

You go around the table to say hi to the rest of the team. You also greet Hoseok with a kiss on the cheek, and he introduces you to Cee, his fiancée. She has a blunt bob and a sunshine smile to rival Hoseok’s. She pulls you into a hug when you’re introduced. 

"Happy holidays! So great to meet you! I've heard so many good things."

You decide you like her already.

You go to Namjoon last. He’s in one of his regular business suits, wearing the glasses he wears when his contacts have been bothering him, the wire-framed ones that make him look like a professor. His hair is styled back, with a couple of strands falling onto his forehead. 

You lean in for a cheek kiss like you have with the rest of your colleagues, but he goes in for a handshake instead and you end up in an awkward hug, with your hand sandwiched between you. He pats your back hesitantly. 

You pull away as quick as you can, offering a laugh at the awkwardness. Thankfully, he laughs too. You step back to the other end of the table, giving Jungkook the space to say hi too. 

Jimin looks like he’s about to combust from trying not to laugh. 

“Still not over your crush?” he asks under his breath.

“Shut up,” you mutter, face red as you down the rest of the champagne in your flute. He grips the back of his chair to keep from falling over as the giggles win. 

Waiters go through the room, replenishing champagne flutes as the firm’s founder, Sihyuk Bang, steps onto the stage for a speech. He thanks everyone for a great year and wishes everyone a happy holiday season.

“To a great new year!” 

The room raises their champagne flutes in a toast. 

Soft jazzy Christmas standards play over the speakers as everyone sits and waiters swarm the ballroom with covered plates.

Namjoon clinks his knife against his champagne flute to get the table’s attention. Jimin and Hoseok reach out immediately to take the knife away and everyone at the table, including Namjoon, laughs. Everyone knows what a disaster putting fragile things in Namjoon’s hands can be. 

“I wanted to thank every one of you for your hard work this year. The success of the team is really thanks to all of you.” He looks to you. You make eye contact over the flickering candle on the table, and your heart skips a beat. “I know you’ve only been with us for a few months, but I think I speak for everyone here when I say we’re all very happy to have you on board. Cheers, team.” 

“Cheers,” everyone choruses. 

You hide your flush behind your champagne flute. Jimin, sitting next to you, nudges your leg under the table. You swat him with your hand. 

Dinner is delicious and a welcome distraction. It’s the typical holiday party fare, but presented with artful swoops of sauce. Unlike fancy restaurants though, the food is filling and hearty, likely on purpose to soak up all the booze you and your coworkers are going to consume during the party. 

You stick to champagne, the fizzy drink giving you a pleasant buzz as the evening continues. You know yourself. If you switch to anything else now that you’ve started on champagne, you’ll puke. And you don’t want to get puke on this beautiful dress. Or puke in front of your coworkers. Or on one of your coworkers, god forbid.

A band sets up while dessert is served. You’re curious from the start, because it’s not the usual setup for these corporate parties. There’s conga drums and a güira, along with space for an entire horn section. 

“What’s with the Latin music band?” you ask. 

“Oh, that’s right. You weren’t here for all that,” says Jungkook, who’s sitting on your other side. “Shame.” 

“All what? What’s a shame?” 

Jimin smirks. “We had a client a couple of years ago, a salsa choreographer who claimed that a big studio used their choreography and hadn’t credited them properly. Bang took them on as a client, and won, but instead of payment, he wanted lessons for everyone in the firm.” Jimin laughs at the memory. “He made everyone go twice a week for six months, until everyone could dance. He said he was bored of no one dancing at parties. Cee was actually one of the instructors and she turned Hobi into a pro dancer. You’ll see.”

“Really?” You can’t wrap your head around your colleagues dancing with any type of grace. Well, Jimin, yes, but the rest of them? 

“Yeah, it’s tradition at these parties now.” He looks at you and shakes his head. “How are you going to fit in if you can’t dance with the rest of us?” 

Before you can respond, the band strikes up their first tune. The opening strains of Elvis Crespo’s Suavemente fill the room. There’s a ripple of excitement as people all over the room start to get up. Soon the dance floor sways with couples dancing. You almost can’t believe your eyes. They're actually good.

Jimin’s face sparkles with mischief. “Come on. Merengue’s easy.” 

He stands and holds his hand out to you. You put your hand in his and let him pull you out of your chair and onto the dance floor. He finds an empty spot and places one hand on your upper back, the other holding up your other hand. “It’s easy, just follow my lead. It’s step, step, step, to the beat.” 

You roll your eyes and follow his exaggerated movements, your hips swaying to the music. He’s right, merengue’s easy, and you’ve danced it before. He looks at you, eyebrow raised and tentatively leads you into a turn. You follow flawlessly. He narrows his eyes at you when you come back to face him and he brings his arms up in a series of twist and turns. Again, you follow his every move. 

“Are you a sleeper agent or something?” 

You laugh and keep dancing while you chat. “I learned in college, then kept dancing in law school to blow off steam.” 

As the music ends, he spins you out then back into a dip. 

“You owe me at least two more dances before the night’s up!” 

You’re grinning as you come back to the table. It’s been at least a year since you last danced, but it all came back to you, like riding a bike. 

Your coworkers clap as you sit down. 

“Did they ask you if you could dance when they interviewed you?” asks Jungkook. 

“Yeah, there was a dance component to the interview,” you deadpan. Hoseok laughs across the table. 

The band strikes up an upbeat salsa and the rest of the table sits back to watch as Hoseok and Cee become the center of attention. They’re mesmerizing, their footwork impeccable. It’s clear they’ve spent many hours getting to know each others’ bodies, and they communicate with just a single look. There’s shimmies and even a lift that sends Cee flipping over Hoseok’s back. At the end of the song, the room claps for them just as much as they’re clapping for the musicians. 

The night passes, with you dancing to almost every song. Even Brian from Mergers and Acquisitions, nerdy Brian with the bad haircut and the ill-fitting pants, can lead a fun salsa. 

The song ends, and the band transitions to another merengue. 

“Can I have this dance?” 

You turn to see Namjoon holding out his hand to you. You nod and tell yourself it’s okay that your heart is beating fast, because it’s just all the physical exertion of dancing seven songs in a row. 

Instead of bringing you into a closed hold like Jimin did, Namjoon holds out both of his hands in front of him in a two-hand hold. He cracks a couple of jokes you can barely hear over the music as he spins you around the dance floor. His moves are a little basic, but he’s confident in his leads. You wonder if he only knows simple steps, or if he’s keeping it simple on purpose to avoid causing a medical emergency. 

The song ends and he leads you back to the table. You plop down on your chair, beat. He looks like he’s going to sit next to you, but one of the partners pats him on the shoulder, a silent request to dance the bachata the band just started. 

Jungkook emerges from the dance floor, his sweaty hair clinging to his forehead. He takes the chair Namjoon was about to take and gulps down water. “I forgot how much I sweat at these parties.” 

He hasn’t sat down for a while too. You’ve seen him out of the corner of your eyes, pulling off daredevil moves on the dance floor. 

“You look like you’re having fun, though.” 

One corner of his lip lifts in a half-smile, teeth flashing. Your stomach flip flops as he considers you for a long moment.

“You did too.”

Namjoon comes dancing into view and you both lapse into silence. He’s doing the two-hand hold for this dance too, though from this vantage point, you can see his hips swaying expertly to the sensual beat. You can’t take your eyes off him. 

You and Jungkook sigh at the same time when he disappears from view. He’s been watching Namjoon, too. 

“We’re hopeless,” laments Jungkook from beside you. He looks at you with a sad smile on his face. “We can’t keep going like this.” 

You want to rub your hands over your face to scrub all thoughts of Namjoon out of your head, but remember at the last second the painstaking effort the makeup artist went through to get your eyeshadow just right.

Instead, you take up your latest glass of champagne. You hold it up in a toast in one hand and in the other you extend your pinky finger. 

“We’re going to get over this crush by the end of the year,” you say.

Jungkook looks serious as he wraps his pinky finger around yours. He clinks glasses and says, “Or die trying.” 

“That’s a bit dramatic.“ You tip your drink back regardless. “We won’t go that far, but we’ll try.” 

“We’re in this together,” he says, his nose scrunching up as he smiles. He still hasn’t let go of your pinky finger and he pulls you up when he stands. “Let’s dance.” 

One of your favorite salsa songs starts playing, “Yo No Se Mañana” by Luis Enrique. The song starts off slow and he makes you laugh by hamming it up, doing some dramatic body rolls to the initial oohs and aaah of the song. He strikes a dramatic pose and gestures to you. You turn slowly, adding a few slow body rolls of your own and you end with your hand in his. The beat kicks in and you’re spinning and turning. 

Any remaining thoughts of Namjoon get twirled out of your head as you come in close together to execute tricky footwork and then out again. Jungkook is not a lazy lead like some men who just stand in place and twirl you over and over. He dances along with you, his leads sure and confident. You hold your own, your feet never missing a beat. It’s the most fun you’ve had dancing salsa and you can tell he’s having fun too. 

A gleeful smile stays on your face the entire song, which ends too quickly. You’re both laughing and out of breath at the end of it. You give him a double high five to say thank you. 

Usually, you’ll retreat to the edge of the dance floor for the next song, but the band announces a quick break and as the strains of the next song come on, he turns to you and raises an eyebrow in question. 

You recognize the Romeo Santos song and it seems like Jungkook does too. It starts out with an accordion playing a tango beat, and he pulls you close into a parody of a tango hold, your clasped hands stretched straight out. You drape yourself over him, giggling, as he leads you in a few steps of a tango walk. As the beat melts into the sensual bachata groove, he keeps you close. 

You don’t know whether it’s the alcohol, the lyrics of the song, or shit, that you haven’t gotten laid in months, but your heartbeat picks up as he slots his leg between yours. It borders on inappropriate, how close he’s holding you as he uses his whole body to lead you in the dance. You can feel his breath in your ear as you spin together across the dance floor. 

When you feel like you’re about to combust from being flush against his body, he leads you in a series of spins that ends with your back against his front. God. You know he works out a lot, but it’s one thing to know it, and quite another to feel his muscular frame pressed against your back. His hand splays across your belly, his thumb just barely grazing the bottom of your breast and he leads you into a slow body roll. 

Your skin is on fire everywhere he’s touching you. 

The delirious thought crosses your brain, does Jungkook speak Spanish? Because he times his hand dragging up your thigh to the hem of your skirt to the lyrics of the song and, fuck, do you feel like your good sense is being tested as his hand catches, lifting your skirt a fraction of an inch. 

He spins you to face him and you swivel down in time to the beat, your hands dragging down from his shoulders to his sides. You look up to his face and your breath catches in your throat. His wide eyes have lost the puppy dog look they get sometimes. They’re dark, like they were that day in your office, like he could eat you whole.  

The song ends and you’re breathing hard, forehead pressed against his. Your arms are wrapped up around his neck and his hands are pressed into your lower back. The outside world starts to trickle back in as a new song plays. Luckily, everyone around you is even tipsier than you are, lost in their own little holiday bubble. No one noticed how you two set the dance floor on fire.

“Wanna get out of here?” 

The question is barely a whisper out of his lips and you nod in response. He squeezes you to him one last time, then takes your hand as he leads you back past your table. You thank whatever higher power is out there that no one is at the table as you grab your clutch. 

Jungkook doesn’t let go of your hand as you cross the lobby to get on an open elevator. A small group of your coworkers, absolutely smashed and headed to someone’s suite to get even more wasted, jumps onto the elevator at the last second. They don’t seem to notice you and Jungkook at the back. 

The ride down is torturously slow. You worry your lower lip between your teeth and you glance over at Jungkook. He looks straight ahead, his stare intense, but you feel his hand squeeze yours. 

The elevator dings open at your floor and you slip out from the crowd of your drunken coworkers. You walk together with determination down the hallway. Your room is closer and as you fumble with the keycard, his hands come to rest on your hips. His body radiates head behind you. After two tries at the door, the lock finally clicks open and you push in over the threshold together. 

He crowds you against the closing door, one of his hands flat against the door by your face, the other wrapped around your waist. The door is on a hydraulic and it feels like it takes forever to close behind you. 

“Can I kiss you,” he breathes when the door clicks shut.

“Please,” you manage to get out before he presses his lips against yours. Your mouth opens in a gasp, and he takes advantage of this by pressing his tongue against yours. He tastes like whisky and sweat, and it makes your head spin. You tangle a hand into his hair, gripping the soft strands. He groans as you pull, and you bite at his lower lip. 

“Is this a good idea?” he asks between kisses. 

“I don’t care.” 

You hook a leg over his hip and bring him even closer, needing him to be flush against your body. He kisses up your jaw and down your neck, finding a sensitive spot that makes you gasp. He hums against your skin at the sound. You’re going to have a hickey in the morning if he keeps going, but it feels too good in the moment to stop him. 

His hand wanders down as you bring his mouth back to yours, fingers ghosting up the leg that’s wrapped around him. You shiver at the light sensation. He finds the hem of your skirt and slips his hand up your skin until he reaches the curve of your ass. He teases the lacy edge of your panties, slipping one finger in between your ass and the lacy fabric. 

Heat pools between your legs and you know he’s going to find a mess if his fingers go in the direction you’re hoping they will. But his hand stays firmly on your ass, massaging the skin there. He licks into your mouth and you suck on his tongue. He groans into your mouth. The sound travels directly to your lower belly.

“Touch me,” you say. “Please.” 

His hands tug at the waistband of your panties and pull them down. You step out of them as gracefully as you can in a rush and they get discarded somewhere on the floor. You take his wrist and lead it to the apex of your thighs, but he grabs your wrists instead and pins both arms above your head with one hand. You whimper and squirm as his other hand finally cups your cunt. His fingers swipe through your slick folds. 

“Fuck. All for me?” His voice is low and rough. 

“For you,” you breathe, the half-truth falling easily from your lips. 

He wastes no time in slipping two fingers in you and you gasp as he crooks his fingers into your sweet spot. His thumb finds your clit and you feel like you may pass out at the sensation. Your hands clench into fists above your head. He kisses you again, swallowing the noises coming out of your mouth. You grind down on his hand. 

“Jungkook, please,” you say into his mouth. You haven’t come yet, but you’re desperate for more. “Please tell me you have a condom.” 

He nods against you. 

“I need you inside me.” 

In the time it takes him to pull a condom out of his back pocket, you’ve already unzipped his pants and taken him in your hands. He’s fully hard, thick and and long in your hands. You give his cock a pump, but he’s pulling your hands away as he rolls the condom on. He brings your leg back around his waist again, making space for himself and pushes you back against the door again as he guides his cock to your entrance. 

He buries his face into your neck as he pushes in, inch by inch. You whimper at the stretch, and he groans out your name. You both still when he’s all the way in and you breathe deeply as you adjust to the fullness. 

You roll your hips experimentally and that’s all it takes for him to set an unforgiving pace. You meet him thrust for thrust, mutual desperation hanging unspoken between you. 

His hand slides up your neck to tangle in your hair, pulling a whine out of you. This spurs him on, his fast pace never faltering. You feel so close, so close, but you still need more. 

You move to reach down between your legs, but he swats your hand away with a growl, replacing it with his own. The additional pressure on your clit sends stars bursting behind your eyelids. 

You come with a gasp of his name, tight around his cock. You’ve almost forgotten what it feels like to not be responsible for your own orgasm, and god, do you feel like you’re on your way to heaven. Your clenching cunt sends him over the edge, and he comes with a groan muffled into your neck. 

He brings his lips to yours again, kissing you gently, softly, tender.

You stay together for a few moments longer, panting, in the same position as earlier, your foreheads pressed together, your arms around his neck, and his arms wrapped around your lower back. His breath intermingles with yours, and he lets out a little laugh after your heartbeats have slowed down a little. 

“Stay?” you ask quietly against his lips.

A/N: I’ve been missing going dancing for a while aaaand I’ve been daydreaming of latin dancing Bangtan for a long-ass time so this is the result of that. Here’s a playlist for this chapter: 

Suavemente - Elvis Crespo // Lloraras - Oscar D’Leon // Bachata Rosa - Juan Luis Guerra 4.40 // Niña Bonita - Chino & Nacho // Ven Devórame Otra Vez - Lalo Rodriguez // La Carretera - Prince Royce // Lo Tengo Todo - Milly Quezada, Los Vecinos // Ojalá Que Llueva Café - Juan Luis Guerra 4.40 // Yo No Se Mañana - Luis Enrique // Propuesta Indecente - Romeo Santos 

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[firespirited]

everywhere but here, I am the mom.

not the 'mom friend', not fun aunt or godmother, the big sister type you go to when you're at the end of your tether and you need a mom to clean up something nasty, kill a spider, unload on someone who can handle it and not make it about them, help you pull the trigger on a hard decision you've already taken but haven't accepted. I make things happen, I connect people, I do mediation and emotional prep; I tell people their full options and help them weigh it all up. You were pondering it for a while but you left here with a lawyer's appointment and a loan we both know is a 'pay it forward' gift. I carry the secrets and the bad memories so it makes sense you move on without me when all's well. The big sister thing means I feel like family and shelter but not really like an everyday friend

Here, I get to be Saffy, bit of a klutz, silly brained with a childlike wonder for creatures and well-designed things who can talk about fear of crowds, slowly healing the relationship with my own mum, I watch horror and post about my dog. That's who I want to be, a large facet of who I am internally buuut life rarely fits the idea we have of ourselves does it?

Part of repairing the imbalanced relationship with mum was letting her do some protective mothering so i can fill the desperate ache to have one person in the world who has my back, while making my support of her more streamlined and unspoken. You know the concept of the toilet paper fairy who makes loo roll appear and always knows when to buy more, that but for groceries, electronics and paperwork, and big decisions we carry together but it has to be very businesslike and unemotional: she's as much a big sweetheart as she is fiercely independent (and ashamed/angry her daughter had to carry half the load). So now she's the one who notices or who I go to when the world has asked me to be The Mom again.

I imagine it's a lot like gay penguins: there's an ecological vacuum of big sister-mom types and some of us just have the vibes.

This winter I've done a metric ton of non-judgmental, non-condescending temporary 'parenting' of women with parents who are gone or who can't handle it and friends who aren't friends-for-that-kinda-thing. I'm really good at it, at weathering a storm for someone and being an anchor. It doesn't hurt any more because mum can be an emotional mum to me.

but I'm never sure how to talk about it here between dolls and shitposts and if i'm not specific... I mean... "chronically ill/special needs person currently or previously in abusive relationship with parent/partner who takes a while to realize and accept abuse isn't just fists but sleep depravation and symptom minimization and all sorts of tiny things that add up to life-threatening injury to the body and mind" applies to many of us dollblr folks as it does like 80% of my social circle offline.

and there's no way of saying that being around some folks is like experiencing a slow motion train wreck without sounding like an asshole.

I am that asshole.

I am goatsed out and want to be a hermit.

Did I tell you guys my doctor vented for 45 minutes about having to put her "dumbass hysterical" sister (deaf and never put in school) into care and the paperwork involved in getting disability (the thing that took me 14 years and she got her sister's transferred in 3 weeks). and I truly empathize but that wasn't very professional and your sister is a person. please.

and I can't cut M out of my life now that her kid is, as predicted, like her (and the facebook-chosen not-yet-divorced deadbeat-dad of 3 special needs kids), an adorable barely verbal two-year-old. She won't be able to navigate special needs care alone but she's still staunchly anti-vax and had a diatribe of ableism mixed with mystical pseudoscience for me, interspersed with thanks for being more family to her than her sister in helping her know how to leave a bad relationship. hokay not making this easy.

S is going to be on the hook for tax evasion if she stays with the shady useless guy she's been babying (and resenting) for 20 years solely because she doesn't like to do activities alone. three times now I've been cornered for the vent sesh. I am sitting on the floor the next time, I need blood in my brain to emote properly. and that unneutered bulldog living in the south is a crime, it can't breathe it can't think, it's all hormones and anxiety covered in fur, of course it's a nuisance around the house.

and there's more but i'm tired of typing and thinking.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Zelink fluff time <3

The forest glowed in the night with gentle candles in the form of fireflies and mushrooms. Link could hear kikwis snoring in the trees as he and Zelda snuck along, giggling the entire way. The forest was clear of monsters, they had been working hard to build up their settlement, and Zelda had decided they were long overdue for a break. Not that Link minded, though missing out on sleep made him a little sad.

It was worth it to have an adventure with his beloved, though.

Currently, though, the most exciting thing was following the lights. They had caught and released so many fireflies that Link had lost count of who was ahead, but now there were different lights, pink and circular and magical.

Fairies.

Link had never seen so many fairies collected in a single place, and he wasn’t sure what to make of it, but it couldn’t be a bad thing. Zelda was certainly curious enough. The two walked together, laughing when the fairies danced around them, teasing them into a chase. Link surprisingly got ahead of Zelda, so he slowed enough to take her by the hand.

Zelda huffed, poking him. “I’m fine, sleepyhead!”

Link looked her over, uncertainty coloring his face as his gaze settled on her belly.

His wife rolled her eyes. “Being pregnant doesn’t make me crippled, silly. Now let’s go!”

With that, Zelda tore ahead, making Link yell after her and laugh into the night, startling the fairies. Eventually they came back, guiding them again with a trail of sparkling dust and tingling bells until they stumbled into a hidden glade.

There was a pond here, with water dancing merrily, creating patterns of light on the surrounding trees and stony wall behind it. The flowers and mushrooms were practically glowing, and in higher concentration than anywhere else Link had seen. There were fairies everywhere, and they started to gather around the pair.

“What is this place?” Link wondered aloud. “Is it like… Skyloft for the fairies?”

Zelda’s eyes glittered with the magical light all around her, and she giggled. “Maybe! I… I kind of remember places like this, but I feel like there was more to it.”

A handful of fairies hummed excitedly, twirling around Zelda’s abdomen and hovering in front of her.

Link watched them curiously. “Do you… do you think they can tell?”

“It isn’t showing yet, though,” Zelda commented, her hand hovering hesitantly over her belly.

“The kikwis can tell, though,” Link reminded her. “I bet they can sense it.”

As if to emphasize his point, more fairies gathered around her, flying excitedly. Zelda laughed as the fairy light practically made her glow in the dark. Link took a step away to let the fair folk play, enamored at the sight.

The world had been so full of change and uncertainty for both of them recently, but Link knew it was all worth it for moments like this.

[ducks-and-stuff]

How to build a house; a comprehensive guide by Jimmy Solidarity. 

You don’t, first of all. Build one that is. You steal one, and you go to the market for new locks, and you hope and pray that whoever owned this place before you doesn’t come poking around ever again. There’s Ivy on the walls now though, and the roof is partly collapsed over to the left over there, and everything is entirely overgrown so- it’s abandoned, the whole neighborhood looks very abandoned, so they’re probably not. And you’re alone. And it’s fine. 

2. It’s fine. You take a dust coated broom from the closet and run the faucet until the rust colored water turns into something that looks drinkable and eat a couple canned peaches from the cellar. You look around at the barely habitable place around you and you fix it. You’re fixing it. You collect boards and nails for the ceiling, take the debris into the waste disposal at the nearest town, the quaint little one you passed on the way over. Kill a pregnant spider, and manage not to abandon the half baked plan of yours entirely when it’s babies subsequently explode everywhere. You do it, you’re doing it, and this is what success must feel like. You clean the bath, the sink, you hate the mirror but it’s okay because the water systems and most of the electrical sockets work. And then you’re done one day. It’s not exactly homely, but it’s a little livable, and when there is nothing left to clean, or salvage, or keep you occupied anymore there’s a queen sized bed in one of the bedrooms. And it is at that point that you look back on everything that has happened over the past year and who knows how long and realize that yes you are tired, and yes a nap sounds very nice. So you curl up into it, and sleep for a very, very, very long time. 

3. Realize you were wrong. That’s what comes next You wake up, sit in silence for five minutes, and immediately realize that there’s more to do, isn’t there? There’s always more to do. It’s barely livable anyways and cottagecore? The great Jimmy Solidarity is not some fairy tale in the forest he’s- he’s- he’s the guy who plants a garden. Fixes the fence out back. Fill the empty space with work and work and work and it works. Get  a heater, get a water filter, kill some of the cows outside in this lawless land because sheep and chicken and cattle are content to roam the streets apparently and store the meat in an icebox when the fridge randomly stops working. One mini-fridge, two mini-fridges, you are an unstoppable mini-fridge machine Solidarity. Good for you! What’s this? Whatever poor suckers lived here before only owned one of those old boxy tv’s with a twisted antennae? It hasn’t been the  90’s in several decades! Replace it, throw that thing down the cellar stairs and laugh like a maniac when you hear it shatter on the ground. It feels good. It has to feel good. Some weird, beautiful, twisted form of good. Throw more things down the stairs just to to chase that fleeting feeling. The twinkling of bells. Somehow the wall acquires  a fist-shaped hole. Somehow your hand gets bruised. This place has everything but bandages, it doesn’t matter. You have a tub of ice cream next to the meat and Golden Girls plays on loop when you lie down to rot in the living room. Scream into the pillow. 

4. You get a cat. You’re not supposed to get a cat. You know this. Getting attached to anything ever again is unhealthy, more people should learn this from you. The cat, obviously, does not care. It shows up one day, follows you home after you’ve had the bright idea to go farther than the front porch for some fresh air. Adventure and all that. The cat is probably tired of all the condescending cows roaming the landscape and so follows you home, and every time it leaves it inevitably comes back, and now it’s a cat and it’s yours. One that purs when you scratch it. One that curls up next to the heater sometimes early in the morning. Kills a mouse and presents it proudly at the room to your door. It likes golden girls too, because sometimes at night when bed is too far away it curls up next to you on the couch and you breathe in and out into its fur. The cat looks in your direction when you sit and awkwardly talk on the phone. You name it after a serial killer. 

5. You work. You can’t- it was fine when it was just you there because, well, you didn’t matter all that much. Really. Just keep up appearances when going out and all was well. No-one asked questions. But now the damned cat is needy. Giving it some old frozen mini-pancakes was a bad plan actually, because he’s now got a taste for them and won’t leave it alone. Who has disgusting mini-pancakes just lying around anyways? This is England- you- you hope it’s England. Most people here have British accent anyways, but regardless, the cat wants mini-pancakes. You hate the cat for this, but you hate everything else too at this point so it’s fine. The cat- Norman, also has a bad habit of getting into places no matter the amount of sensible barriers are put up between him and the offending object. Walls? Squeeze around them.  Windows? Finds another route. Doors? Nope. Magical teleporting cat winds up in the room anyways, which means now you have to clean the dangerous cellar stairs now too. Amazing. You go down there and get a piece of glass stuck in your foot in the process before the bright idea of wearing shoes presents itself. Cats eat meat and cat food, and milk isn’t healthy for them. Norman feeds himself a lot. It doesn’t matter. You used to head into town maybe once every two weeks. Now you do it more. There’s no set reason behind why but you’re blaming the cat anyways. So you get out more, and you have a cat and the cat jumps up onto the off-kilter dining room table to eat some of your meals. There is still no guide out on what to feel about all this. Someone who isn’t you should write a book.  6. You suck it up and hang their pictures on the wall. You don’t have many, but you have some in the backpack downstairs, and that first day of college with Grian and Martyn by your side looks down at you when you place it up in the entrance to the hallway. Grian is smiling cheekily, you are smiling with way too much enthusiasm, you pretend Martyn isn’t there. There are other photos too, all in that same hallway. Your arm around Big B. The property police station. The first day of Evo. A rare moment of you and Pearl wearing smiles that aren’t somewhat strained. So you hang them up, and you get them nice little frames because the photos themselves are crumpled and a little yellowed around the edges. At some point you point to them and say to Norman that these are his uncles and aunts and then pause before you explain why he’s never going to meet them. He steals some of your fish again. Nobody seems to care.

7. You cry a lot

8. You drink tea. You make a good attempt at baking Norman a birthday cake. The sun rises and you rise with it. You decorate a little bit with some stuff you’ve gathered from town and people who’s love language is gift giving. You breathe in. You breathe out. You tell yourself it’s going to be okay, really, and if it isn’t then at least you are trying your best. You stuff the note in the bedroom drawer, and hope that one day you will forget the words etched into the paper. You won’t, you know you won’t, but maybe pretending it will is just what progress looks like. 

9. Joel comes over. He- he wants to see where you live. You told him a little about it, and now he wants to see it, because you might have been a little too honest and Joel gets too worried for his own good. Wild animals roaming in the street and all that. Not up to standard. You are Jimmy Solidarity, throw out the old standard and make a new one. Joel doesn’t acknowledge that joke, but he does stare wide eyed at the neighborhood you call home when you finally finish the bike up, and sends you a slightly panicked look you pretend not to see. It’s manageable. The stovetop works. It’s fine. Joel keeps his mouth shut politely all the way up until you enter that hallway, at which point he asks why the walls are so bare. But it’s for the best that you took those pictures down today, really, because had then he might have asked about the people in them, and you would have just gaped like a fish. So you shrug. And his face is scrunched up into the patented Joel ‘I’m very concerned’. stare. It fades when he sees the cat though. He’s more of a dog person himself but everyone’s a Norman person so it doesn’t really matter. You sit down, he pets the cat, you serve some tea with lemon, he wins at Monopoly. Then when it gets too late he tells you he’ll see you for the build battle on Monday, and hugs you goodbye. You tell him not to get eaten by the dangerous wild cows on the way down. You both smile. 

10. Home doesn’t sound right. Is it supposed to? Probably. If you live there and all. If you’ve got a cat roommate and photos on the walls more often than not. If you’ve got a bunch of mini-fridges and fairy lights strung up in the bedroom and a little mosaic made up of shattered glass that shimmers when the sun hits it just right. So it’s home. It must be. But still… When Fwhip invites you to join empires you lock the door and pack your bags, and it is much easier than one might have initially considered to leave. 

[writerpey]

Agere canons with Wednesday Addams 1, 4 & 10…🥹🫢

Agere headcanon ask game with Wednesday Addams!

thank u for the ask! I had a lot of fun with this one—and it’s so nice to write for little wednesday again <3

1: how did they find out about age regression? and 4: is their regression more voluntary or involuntary? do they ever regress without realizing it?

Wednesday is definitely an involuntary age regressor who only understands it based on her own personal experiences—until Enid pulled up her unexplainable feeling on the internet. By the time she hit her teens, she found herself feeling small whenever she was overstimulated or incredibly frustrated with her inability to focus on writing her novel on evenings when everything felt muddled in her head. She was afraid at first, as the type of fear that settled in her chest made her feel uneasy in her own body rather than giving her a well-earned shock from a frightening film or foreboding anxiety from a novel. Weds ended up leaning into the fear—a subconscious answer to much of the darkness she loved to surround herself in—and found comfort that she hadn’t wanted when she actually was a child but found herself desiring now.

Weds therefore started regressing involuntarily at home, slipping into what she told Morticia was a trance of sorts, setting little fires about the house and falling asleep in front of them as if they were an arsonist’s lullaby. Her parents started referring to her as their “little bat” when she’d look up at them with wide eyes from her hastily constructed guillotine that looked quite like the one she made at the age of four to decapitate her barbies.

Enid is the one who ended up explaining to Wednesday what exactly was happening when the brooding girl grumbled about her unfortunate need to have Thing sign Grimms’ Fairy Tales to her so that she could sleep. Enid hopped onto her bed and shoved her phone into Wednesday’s hands, an article about age regression bright on the screen. Wednesday was embarrassed and tried to give Enid’s phone back, but after some whining from Enid she acquiesced. It clicked in Wednesday’s head immediately that yes, this was exactly how she felt. It took about five minutes before Wednesday threatened Enid with a stern tone to not tell anyone unless she wanted her claws clipped in the night.

10: do they have any regression gear (teethers, pacifiers, specific toys or outfits, etc.)? do they try to hide it from friends/family?

Wednesday has more regression gear than one would expect! She has a rather ratty old blanket from when she was a baby that stays tucked in her pillowcase, only to come out on nights that she feels especially small. The girl has an array of dolls that she’s fine with anyone seeing; beat up barbies that appear to be bleeding from their appendages, vintage porcelain dolls that look a little too perfect for their age, and some hand sewn plush bats.

What she keeps to herself are her more treasured and personal items, the first being her tiny black calico/sylvanian kitty. She carries it around with her everywhere when she’s little, but keeps it tucked in her pocket when there’s others around. It has no name aside from kitty, and she fiddles with it when anxious and quietly plays with it when she feels a little less murder-y than usual. The second item is her teether! It’s black and dark purple, very beat up, and used often because she has the need to chew with all her might—and getting doll hair in your mouth is not a fun experience. Weds also has a specific pair of overalls she likes to wear when regressed. Black denim with a pocket at the chest, perfect for kitty to sit in with its head poking out to see the world.

[birdmitosis]

Fanmix-slash-playlist for Slay the Princess! Song list under the cut. There’s 96 songs on this fanmix/playlist, and it’s about 6 and a half hours long.

Some of the songs were not available on Spotify, and they will be linked to on YouTube below. (Some artists have 2 songs on the playlist; aeseaes, The Crane Wives, and Hozier each have 3 because they were just too perfect. Also, some songs are definitely on here because of other people's fanvids or even just suggestions, and I've made note of and credited all of those!) (All fanmixes/playlists are a perpetual WIP.)

aeseaes - All Things Devour

aeseaes - Semantics

aeseaes - Tongues

AG - Terrible Thing

t h e . a i m s - Violence & Blood

Alanis Morissette - Everything (friend suggestion)

Amanda Palmer & The Grand Theft Orchestra - Trout Heart Replica

Amber Run - I Found

The Amazing Devil - The Horror and the Wild

The Amazing Devil - That Unwanted Animal

Andrew Bird - Imitosis

AURORA - Your Blood

Baby Storme - This City is a Graveyard

Band of Horses - No One's Gonna Love You

Beth Crowley - Monster

Blindside - Withering

Bring Me the Horizon - Deathbeds

Camera Obscura - Fifth in Line to the Throne

Chonny Jash - The Soul Eclectic (inspiration)

City and Colour - Little Hell

Coldplay - The Hardest Part

Coldplay - Square One

Collective Soul - The World I Know

The Crane Wives - Curses

The Crane Wives - Hollow Moon (inspiration)

The Crane Wives - Tongues & Teeth

Crystal Castles - Suffocation (inspiration)

David Bowie - Changes

The Echoing Green - Starling

Electric President - Some Crap About the Future

Elizabeth & the Catapult - Do Not Hang Your Head

Elizabeth & the Catapult - My Goodbye

Ellie Goulding - Salt Skin

Eurielle - Hate Me

The Feeling - Mr Grin

Florence + The Machine - Kiss With a Fist

Florence + The Machine - What the Water Gave Me

Forgive Durden - A Dead Person Breathed on Me!

Foxtails Brigade - Long Route

Foxtails Brigade - Nun but the Lost

Ghost and Pals - DEATHBODY

Ghost and Pals - In Iolite

Hannah Fury - Angels & Absinthe

Howie Day - Collide

Hozier - Francesca

Hozier - In the Woods Somewhere

Hozier - Who We Are

Jack Conte - Kitchen Fork (inspiration)

The Jezabels - Hurt Me

Jhariah - Flight of the Crows

Kate Nash - Paris

Kiltro - Softy

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Magenta Mountain

lasah - taixu (inspiration)

Lisa Hannigan - Oh Undone

Little Dragon - Twice

The Lord Dog Bird - The Shedding Path

Ludo - The Horror of Our Love

Madilyn Mei - Knotted Constellations

MGMT - Little Dark Age

Michelle Branch - Everywhere

Mili (feat. KIHOW) - In Hell We Live, Lament

Mirah - You've Gone Away Enough

The Mountain Goats - No Children (inspiration)

The Mountain Goats - Sudden Oak Death

Mr.Kitty - After Dark

múm - Prophecies & Reversed Memories

The Nor'easters - 715 — CRΣΣKS (inspiration)

Olivier Bibeau - Better Run, Better Hide

Passion Pit - Seaweed Song

PEGGY - Villains Aren't Born (They're Made)

Perfectly Human - Bad As

Perfectly Human - Fly Again

Racoon - Took a Hit

Reinaeiry - When the Sun Loves the Moon

Ricky Montgomery - This December

RIProducer - Fruiting Bodies

RIProducer - What Gave It Away?

Sarah Blasko - Bird on a Wire

Satin Puppets - Bad Moon Rising

Seeming - Someday Lily

Sharon Van Etten - It's Not Like

Shayfer James - Boots Worn Through (inspiration)

Sleeping At Last - Mind

Sleeping At Last - Taste

SNAKE POOL - FIGURE IN THE BACKGROUND (inspiration)

Snow Patrol - Open Your Eyes

Solas Composer - He Who Devoured the Dark II

Southwest Statistic - Fairy Tale (friend suggestion)

Stars - He Dreams He's Awake

Subsignal - The Bells of Lyonesse (inspiration)

Sunset Rubdown - For the Pier (and Dead Shimmering)

Talking Heads - And She Was

Trespassers William - I Know

TV on the Radio - Stork & Owl

Woodkid - Ghost Lights

[siriustreasure]

We need a part 2 for corpse husband if you were his daughter 😌🫣

being corpse husband’s daughter would include (part 2):

a/n: {find part 1 here} ty for asking, hope you like these follow up ones :’)! it just occurred to me that some people have followed me for stuff for specific people so if you’d like to be tagged in all fics/headcanons for corpse (or anybody else) just let me know! <3 once again, these assume y/n’s mother isn’t involved because single papa corpse owns my heart :’)

warnings: swearing, references to insomia, chronic illnesses, food, very tiny tangent about squid game (no spoilers/violence, just used like one sentence gi-hun’s ex-wife said as an example for something), possibly (probably) rambling

corpse would 1000000% get a tattoo that relates to you in some way. wait imagine if he got a small tattoo of your favourite stuffed animal/toy as a kid which still holds a special place in your gear as an adult. like do you still drag it everywhere you go? probably not, but are they the only stuffie that still has bed privileges? yes. do you still hug them after a bad day? yes. and corpse has to immortalise that because 1) it’s precious and 2) he’d miss his bub. and if you wanted to he’s totally be down to get matching tattoos.

if you haven’t been blessed with this mental image, allow me: corpse husband aka ultimate e-boy aka mr choke me like you hate me, in a beautiful pink tutu, maybe some fairy wings and a tiara, sat a table way too small for him, surrounded by a dozen stuffies.

he’d probably give you a very basic, general rundown/explanation of chronic illnesses - like y’know when disney tries to teach kids something serious and they use metaphors/fairly simple terms? (i’m imagining reader is like a toddler) he’d do something like that so if he had a flare up or something, you wouldn’t get scared or panicked and if he said he couldn’t play with you one day, you’d be far less likely to throw a tantrum.

midnight feasts, midnight movie marathons, midnight everything if you wake up from a nightmare/just aren’t tired? yes. just yes. he has difficulty sleeping most of the time so it wouldn’t be like your fault - like y’know typically if you woke someone up (they might not say it but) they’d probably be like “i just want to sleep, please :’(”. especially if we’re taking about an energetic lil demon bean, which we are. anyways, what i’m trying to say is, ‘cos corpse struggles with sleeping anyway, it wouldn’t be that big of a deal :).

the fridge would be covered and i mean COVERED with your drawings/paintings/etc. there would probably be a couple that were a joint effort - maybe there’d be a finger painting with both of your prints. or one with your tiny handprint next next to his??? stopppp. this actually isn’t fair.

he’d probably have a lil picture of you or maybe a lil gift from you (like maybe you found a stone you thought was pretty at the park or something and gave it to him 🥺) incorporated in his gaming setup.

imagine the hand pics with the stone. omg proud, grateful papa. you know they’d have the cheesiest captions ever too, because he’d be a dad and there’s a brand to follow. duh. imagine corpse’s dad jokes-

you’d probably have a ‘just in case’ bag prepared in case he had to be hospitalised. you’d have packed it together so anything and everything you thought was important, even a bunch of sticker sheets, was put in. i’d riot if there wasn’t a plushie that’d been sprayed w/ his cologne to help w/ missing him. and it’d be a fuckin’ amogus plushie. bye.

he’d probably move into a bigger place w/ a garden and you best believe he’d go all out and spend way too much money turning the garden into a mini park to compensate for the lack of park trips. private park is better anyway, no need to share :).

y’know when kids find out their parents actually have names that aren’t just “mummy” - ssh i’m british/“daddy”/etc? imagine thinking his name was actually corpse husband for a while, like at least a couple of months for funsies. ok so i know i said you’d be homeschooled and i still stand by that but just imagine this ok; idk about y’all but when i was little, like 7ish maybe, our teachers made us write the envelope for our school reports so just imagine you addressing it to corpse husband and the teacher is like “huh?????” (i feel like it’d be funnier if they had no clue who corpse was). they’d definitely talk about that in the staff room at lunch. and you get really defensive about it so they don’t change it and you take it home and corpse is like a mix of 🤨 and 🥹 “thank you, sweetheart”. wheezes for like an hour straight. low-key starts stressing out about that revealing his identity - wait noOoOoOOO. totally shows rae, karl, tina and sykkuno. posts a picture of it on twitter w/ the address covered obviously.

swearing would be allowed once he considered you ‘old enough’ so like mid-late teens.

some qualities (positive + negative because corpse is human even though he’d still be the perfect papa) i think you could exhibit due to his parenting w/ brief reasons: independence + self sufficiency - any symptom flare ups (as discussed earlier), massive empathy - corpse seems to have a massive empathy as is + unsurprisingly children of individuals w/ chronic illnesses tend to be more empathetic, self awareness - sort of the same thing, i imagine corpse is pretty self aware. i don’t think you’d be the best conversationalist but you also wouldn’t be the worst - socialising mostly with corpse and the amigops due to homeschooling/etc.

if there were to ever be a successful real-life example of the ‘spoilt sweet’ trope, it’d be you.

another image for your head: corpse crouching by your bed, chin on the mattress, (y’know that pose?? i don’t really know how to describe it welp) as he gently shakes you awake. ft. a mandatory boop on the nose, of course.

y’know some parents are like “ew, no, they’ll make a habit out of it” cough cough ga-yeong’s mother in squid game - side note, i’m sorry but that pissed me off so much. she was sleeping, he was going to carry her one time. a habit isn’t going to form because of one time >:(. aNyWaYs corpse couldn’t care less about that, you could totally make a habit out of (mostly) anything. if you feel safer sleeping in his bed, fine. if you want a hug, fine. if you want to be carried, fine.

you’d always be (mostly) in charge of the day’s itinerary like obviously if there was an appointment or corpse had some errands, those wouldn’t be cancelled but for the most part it’d be up to you. even with homeschooling stuff, he’d let you pick what order to do things in etc.

i saw this tiktok about how these parents dealt w/ their kids tantrums and they’d basically made the kid his own little space with some activities (i think, at least partially, based on morals? i don’t remember exactly) and a lot of sensory based items like colourful lights etc and the idea was that when the kid was upset, they could go there to like reflect and calm down instead of just sitting angrily on the stairs, staring at a blank wall. i feel like corpse’s parenting would give off those vibes (like just very wholesome and mindful of the kid) but i don’t think it’d come naturally, he’d literally like see a tiktok and be like “yes”.

i think there was another one that was about letting kids decide to give people hugs too like y’know grandparents/family friends/whatever usually just hug the kid or the kid will be pressured into hugging them even if they don’t want to and it seems like such a small thing but like once you’ve thought about it, it’s like why can’t a kid decide not to hug someone, y’know?

the amigops et al (and others) replace your grandparents.