#i already ate the chicken and was screaming and crying as i ate my chicken

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

pt IV good omens but all i know is i watched three episodes on a stream with you all

Three hours being in a server with good omens fans in the wild *insert random emojis to sound like optimum clickbait youtuber except this ain't clickbait*

Okay I woke up. Before everything just WASHES out of my brain, I'm gonna describe whatever happened last night best as I can, because that's what I do.

Some of you were unable to attend the stream, and were sad. But don't worry I got you guys here's the rundown:

people joined the server. people were confused. i was afraid. i was assured that i should be, which was meant to comfort me.

people introduced themselves. someone said they had worked in a brothel as a bartender, which was cool, they said they had many stories. they did not elaborate for fear of scaring the newcomers. The newcomers, aka, me, were already scared, and it was not of the brothel stories.

I brought an emotional support orange with me. It looked uncomfortable. I thought it would be rotten. It was not, but we would not know that until later.

@thescholarlystrumpet entered fabulously, and started the stream.

i didn't realise the show had started for a good two minutes because there was a random voice over that was telling us about Earth's star sign (Libra) and somehow that didn't compute in my brain as being part of the episode. I thought we were checking audio.

It turned out, the episode had begun, and everyone was acting like this is a completely normal way for a show to start.

We time-jumped from the fall of man to modern day society so fast that I got whiplash.

There were a lot of orgasmic noises. I asked why. I was told in no uncertain terms that those were screams of labour. I'm sorry to everyone who has given birth ever.

There were three babies. I tried to keep track, it was hard. I thought the Antichrist won prizes for tropical fish. I was wrong.

I fell in love with Crowley and his hips and was very gay on the chat. This was heartily applauded.

I didn't realise an hour had passed when the episode ended, which it seemed was to be a common theme. I said nothing happened which everyone found funny for some reason.

I was very concerned about Armageddon. Everyone assured me that it would take place over the course of the season. I asked why we'd speedrun through millennia in five minutes but eight days took several episodes. I was a naive fool. Time is a social construct and this show cares not for social constructs.

They fucked up the mission. This was also to be a common theme.

I begged for a break and had to shake my head to try and get the brain rot out. I did not succeed.

The second episode commenced. The intro concerned me, because the cartoon Aziraphale looked pregnant or like a chicken. I asked if Crowley had impregnated him. He had not.

The pornography scene had to be replayed because I was so lost and had not relished it properly.

There was a lot of crying on the chat. Every few minutes someone would say a normal sentence in English and everyone would respond with crying emojis. Needless to say, I was concerned. This was also to be a common theme.

I asked why we were talking about random children. I was told it was The Them and they were the Antichrist's friends. I liked the hellhound.

I wanted to adopt the Antichrist, and grew more thirsty for Crowley every time he was a casual accessory to murder. I'm relying on this fandom not to use this as evidence with the cops. The chat was not reassuring, they said maybe.

I thirsted for Crowley more. This was also to be a common theme.

Aziraphale was very cute, I realised. That was nice. It was not nice when he had gay panic and said mean things to Crowley and they broke up. This was also to be a common theme.

I got so gay for Crowley that I ate the emotional support orange. It was gaseous. The chat was concerned, and everyone got excited every time oranges were mentioned after.

The third episode was a fucking roller coaster. Crowley and Aziraphale were your average high school couple but biblical for 6000 years.

Both were casual accessories to murder, and sometimes the cause of the murders, before going out for a date. Crowley got horny and he stopped listening every time Aziraphale ate. This was also to be a common theme.

The chat was keeping count of the husband breakups. This was not nice.

The Bentley was silver in many scenes, and people were forced to concede that they saw it. I was smug.

Crowley was sexy. She served gender, or as some people in the chat said, she served cunt. Her hairstyles got better and better. No one liked the 60s one. I did. I like everything she does. I love him.

Things happened. The fandom infected me. Someone mentioned how the book said Crowley felt lonely. I was near tears.

Crowley walked down the aisle for Aziraphale. We all were happy.

The book case, the thermos, the bandstand. I was broken.

Everyone said very emotional goodbyes.

I made a post on tumblr that was absolutely incomprehensible but accurately conveyed my love for Crowley. I fell asleep.

Same time next week, I believe.

I hope this was an adequate summary of the livestream for everyone, I am broken irreparably and if anyone mentions the bandstand I will have to start drinking and not stop till I get a happy ending. I cannot afford alcohol. I will ferment grapes myself if I have to.

#good omens #good omens mascot #good omens summary #good omens livestream #go livestream summarised #episode 3 good omens #good omens 1 #crowley #crowley serving gender #aziraphale #aziracrow #azirowley #aziraley #the j was just a j #weirdly-specific-but-ok #yall adopted me and broke me thanks #david tennant #michael sheen #good omens fandom #you all need therapy #i need therapy now #gay #queer #lgbtqia #queer tv shows #is this my life now #the good omens mascot #whom you have traumatised #is here to serve

[vickyyoon]

Your boy

A/n: This is my first Tumblr fanfic and since I'm new here please don't mind the mistakes. Hope yall enjoy

Genre : Angst ( fluff in the end)

Paring : keeho x fem!reader

Synopsis : you two were struggling to keep your relationship together and end up parting ways.

Warnings : second chapter coming soon

It was pouring. You were having a terrible day. The worst day of your life too maybe. You arrived late at work because of an argument with your boyfriend keeho and your classes were also hampered. Your boss yelled at you for being irresponsible and lazy.

You were definitely exhausted. Your body ached everywhere. You were so busy, you didn't even notice the time right now. It was night and heavy rain drenched you head to toe. Yoh felt like screaming and crying. You didn't even have an umbrella with you.

Worse to say, your bus got delayed because of the rain. What were you going to do now? You walked back home ofcourse.

The door was opened by your livid boyfriend. He didn't look like he was in a good mood aswell. " Ready to take it all out on me?" you entered opening your shoes.

" What's your excuse this time? It's like the only time I get to have with you! I'll be gone again. It's not like I don't have a job Y/n" he said as you entered the shower without hearing a single word.

You couldn't care any less now. You were about to explode. You freshen up and sat down to eat with keeho.

But the dinner was silent. "what?" you poke him wanting to know if he's still mad at you.

" if it's about what I said in the morning, then I'm sincerely sorry for that. Its been rough on me too. You have to understand"

You two were arguing about keeho not having enough time to give you and now it was you not having time for him.

" I've had the worst day today. You dint even know! You can't be mad at me, Stephen!" you try to plead

" How's it may fault for your day? You can't take your anger out on people Y/n!" he said sternly

" that's true but today I was late to class because of this stupid argument and got yelled at by my professor. My boss almost fired me and asked me to take extra shifts. My bus got delayed! I was soaked in the rain Stephen! You don't go through all that, do you? Don't you ever ask me how's my day? " you said trying to make him look at you.

" No but I know that you'll always have an excuse for everything." he said.

You roll your eyes. Obviously your relationship with him hasn't been the same ever since university and both of your jobs. Seems like the world refused to give you two a break and love each other.

The next morning you don't see him by your bed. It was your day off. You called him hut his phone was silent. It was everyone's day off. You called one of his friends to know if he's with them but no one could seem to tell you where he was.

You ask another one of his friend to call him and see if he picks up. And he does.

" Keeho's a bit busy today. He'll be back home very very late. Sorry." his friend reports to you as you sigh and end the call.

What does he mean by busy? It's his break day. What was he really up to? The worst of the worst thoughts crept into your mind. Tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

Was this really how it was going to end? You can't imagine your life without him. He's been everything. He's been there when you needed him. He's been there whenever you called him but what if he's losing this interest. What if he's tired of you. What if he found someone else who can please him.

You regret every single moment you could've done to make him happy. You wish you properly apologized to him.

When he did coms home he looked dead. You were not even complaining, you were just glad he was home. You ask him " cooked chicken and rice for dinner. Warm up."

You knew how cracked out this relationship was and you didn't want it to break. You loved him alot.

" I already ate." he responded bluntly. " then just take a shower." you said sitting down to eat by yourself.

"How was work?" you asked him as he exited the shower.

"not good" he said heading to bed. This wasn't like him but you didn't want him to get mad.

But little did you know. You would be doing this for the next few months and you were tired of listening to him rant at you for the littlest mistakes you made and how you had to forgive him. Maybe he didn't live you as much as you loved him

It was that night where your worst nightmare came true because of just a few words you said.

He came home late again, took a shower and headed to bed.

"Are you forgetting something?" you ask him leaning against the door frame of your bedroom as you watch keeho laying in bed scrolling on his phone.

" good night?" he wasnt even looking at you.

"You never say that and no. It's something else. How could you forget keeho?" you try to stay calm

" it's our anniversary?" that answer broke you into pieces. And you snapped in half. You were already done with his behavior and your life's been moving on without you but your soul keeps trying to bring him with you in your life. You wanted him in your life but how could he be so careless.

You stood straight from leaning into the door frame. Your eyes were glassy. Your glaze was blank and you stood there in disbelief.

It's not that he forgot it was your birthday and your anniversary date but that fact that he seemed to give up on you.

" I-is this one of your jokes? I mean I've been keeping quiet not to trouble you, I can see that you're tired but so am I! I'm not mad because you forgot our anniversary and my birthday. But you seem to not even know me because I would've been screaming at you since that day when you came home late. If you don't love me anymore just say it! I don't want you unhappy being with me! " you said.

He puts his phone aside and crossed his arms over his chest ready to hear your complaints.

" well I guess in just so busy I can't remember anything Y/n."

"How many more excuses will you give me? Just say it! Apologize or leave."

The second you said that you regreted the options you gave him.

And as soon as you said that he stares at you shocked. And a tear slips out from your eye but you don't dare to say another word to make this situation worse.

" Then I'm sincerely sorry." he said getting up and packing his things.

He picked both of these options....

PT 2. Coming out very soon!

#Spotify #keeho #p1h keeho #p1harmony #yoon keeho #kpop #Keeho ff #keeho x reader #Angst

[melonba11s]

request challenge thing

strade being silly (up to interpretation what silliness) because he finds out its ren's birth day :)

Of course! I decided to play with a Ren who has only been Strade's captive for a few months! I wrote this on my walk home so pardon any grammar mistakes!

Contains: captivity, Ren, Strade

"Aww, Ren! You didn't tell me it was your birthday!"

Ren had bristled after accidentally letting it slip while sitting at breakfast with Strade. the "oh, I'm 19 now..." had been mumbled without thought. Now Strade had offered a special surprise, and Ren wasn't sure if he liked that...

In the past few months of captivity, surprises from Strade often ended up being painful, anything to make Ren cry and scream for him.

Ren paced in the living room, unable to help the budding anxiety in his stomach. What would Strade return with? His panic was bringing up pictures of wicked chainsaws and extra strength drain cleaner.

The door banging open made him jump several feet in the air. At first he made a move to hide but... Strade would find him anyways. So instead he opted to just sit on the couch, staring ahead stiffly.

"I'm back!" Strade dragged out the vowel of "back" in a sing songy voice. He came into the living room rather quickly, his arms surprisingly laden with bags.

Ren watched in disbelief as Strade pulled out an entire grocery store cake from one bag, and a box of chocolates and what looked like a family size bucket of fried chicken from another.

"I got the sides for the chicken somewhere in one of these bags... but for now-" he paused, finally looking at Ren's nervous expression. Strade's smile faltered a little, and he cocked an eyebrow.

"what's wrong, buddy?" he asked, approaching Ren with one of the bags. "you look.... scared." Ren quickly moved to clean up his expression, opting for one of polite surprise.

"Nothing! Nothings wrong!" he said a little too quickly. Strades grin came back though as he dumped the bag in Rens lap.

"That's good! Sorry it's not wrapped but, go ahead and open your present!" Strade stood over him, looking oddly gleeful.

The bag was too light to be any heavy weapons... Ren swallowed with difficulty, imagining now instead nails. 19 of them. One for each year.

Not wanting too put it off any longer, Ren tipped the bag over, wincing as the innards hit his lap. Then his eyes widened in surprise.

A brand new Nintendo Switch. Several games he glanced over, which all looked to be current best sellers... It all must have costed Strade hundreds of dollars.

"S-Strade! You didn't have too!" Ren's voice was several pitches higher than usual, suddenly full of apprehension. Surely Strade was going to want something in return..

A heavy hand ruffled his hair though as Strade laughed.

"Of course I did! It's not everyday a fox turns 19... Now! Let's get settled in before the food gets cold. Go ahead and turn on whatever you want."

Strade walked away, now busying himself with unpacking tonights dinner. Potatoes, Rolls, Gravy, Macaroni Salad... Ren suddenly found himself thinking... Strade never really ate vegetables. Or many homemade meals aside from grilled meat.

And he really felt he should thank his captor, as strange as that seemed.

"Strade..." Ren moved towards the man, cradling his gifts. "Uhm... If you want I can... cook you know?"

Strade made a noise that at first Ren mistook for a grunt of annoyance. But Strade only glanced at him with a cocked eyebrow, making Ren realize it was more of a confused glance.

"If you want to cook, Ren, by all means go ahead. Just write down what you want on the grocery list. Now, what are we watching tonight?"

Strade shoved a plate full of food into his already full arms. Ren felt his heart pick up a bit as he thought.

"Let me think a bit longer." he said quietly, he had a lot on his mind now after all.

#strade #boyfriend to death #btd fanfic #boyfriend to death fanfic #boyfriend to death 2 #strade btd #ren btd #ren hana btd #ren hana #melons july ficfest

[seijorhi]

Rhi!!! I meant to send a message about Scar Tissue but it appears Tumblr ate my ask :((

How are you? What have you been up to?

You don’t know how ecstatic I am. I am screaming because Miya fvcking Atsumu!! A solo fic for my favorite Haikyuu boy!! I have to say I am loving this storyline because of the element of supernatural. Props for you alternated flashbacks with OC’s current situation. I also did not expect Atsumu to look rough or scruffy, a far cry from his clean-cut image. Also, Mako…. I feel like there is something budding between him and YN but they don’t really cross that line. I’m not sure if the slight age gap has something to do with it or if Mako thinks he’s somehow taking advantage of her.

I’m also left with more questions like how did Atsumu know YN was his mate? Does her grandma know something about it when she was a kid? Like she somehow knew OC was going to be Atsumu’s mate? Did Atsumu try to lure her to the forest when she was a child? When she regains consciousness after her transformation, how will she act around Atsumu? Does the mate bond make her like him? Why did Atsumu disappear and and come back now after all these years? And lastly, how did he manage to find her? Apologies if you’ve already answered some of them!

Hope you’re doing great!!

Ahh thank you my love!!

Scruffy, rough, ready to fuck the reader on the forest floor tsumu was a must with this fic hahah

And mako, poor mako :c he’s literally there trying to hint that he likes her (a lot) and she’s just totally oblivious dhdhdjkdlr I like to think if atsumu hadn’t rocked up he would’ve eventually realised his ‘subtle’ hints weren’t getting him anywhere and actually asked her out properly but, oh well.

The mate thing is if anything more of an instinct than say the soulmate bonds in some of my other fics. It’s a magnification of the obsession he carries as a human. It’s kind of like the chicken and egg conundrum, was he obsessed because there was that hidden bond lying there all along, or did the bond come about from the strength of the obsession?

So no, grandma was oblivious to all of it. The reader moving across country was purely to get her out of her funk after the first attack and while she rehabilitated.

Speaking of, I wouldn’t say atsumu lured the reader out into the woods when they were in school. He was genuinely terrified and in pain, and she was drawn in by curiosity and compassion – to her detriment.

Post transformation, the reader is horrified. She’s furious and hysterical and has a complete and utter breakdown because not only has her life suddenly been pulled out from under her, she’s massacred innocent people (people she cared about) and eaten them.

When she’s in her wolf state she’s more susceptible to Atsumu’s orders and whims – at least initially. By no means is it total subservience and with time and as she becomes more familiar and comfortable with the change it’ll fade – not entirely, but it won’t be enough to sway her if she’s dead set against something. In her human state, though, she despises him. Not that it does her any good.

Atsumu disappeared because it was too painful to stay so close to the family and friends he had to abandon. He’s been roaming around for years going from place to place, half wild, killing, eating, searching. It’s really only happy coincidence that lands him back in the reader’s path (though i’d say if he hadn’t stumbled across her scent, he’d have eventually gotten frustrated and taken a more human approach to tracking her down).

#rhi answers #fic asks #scar tissue #saltedcaramelpretzel

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

Oops

Summary:you running away From home, but it's not serious you got into a stupid and yes end up running into the turtles, but it's awkward

Pink is april bold is Jaz slanted is splinter Tanaka is slanted bold and you and Casey is normal

⬇️Long post⬇️

Type:scenario:Turtles & male reader

Version:2014/16

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You were sitting in the living room wearing shorts and socks thats it no shirt or shoes non of that stuff. And while your watching something random on YouTube because your friend texted you and you two have just been going back and forth. Your twin sister comes stomming in there making you look up.

"Oh hey sis, everything alright?"

"You know EXACTLY what you did"

You want angry but you didn't know why.so you sat there in confusion.

"What?"

"You drank all my Capri Suns AND ate all my snow balls (the Debbie cake)!"

You thought about it and you remember having a snow ball and that's it,didn't even know about the Capri Suns. You looked up at your angry sister and laughed.

"What you talking about, I had A snow ball cause it was in the counter and no one claimed it"

"What! THAT WAS MY SNOW BALL"

Your sister screamed at you and unfortunately no one else was home.

"Yo no need yo scream Im in the same room as you"

You just sat there as she continued to scream at you obviously trying to guilt trip you into apologizing for something you didn't do.

"Okay fine I'm sorry"

You huffed annoyed at her, and ypu after you apologized she would leave you alone.

"For what? Eating and drinking all my Capri Suns AND snow balls"

You got to make a choice either admit you did it even though you didn't or not apologize for that and of course you didn't want to apologize for something you didn't do.

"I'm sorry....that your a BITCH!"

You had shot up from your seat and shouted that. You watched as her face twisted with anger and she stormed over you and slapped you. Now you being you, you wasn't gonna met that slide. You looked back at her pissed off. And what do you do? Not the smart choice. You punched her 5x harder and left leaving her with a broken nose and crying on the floor. You completely left the apartment and just walked angrily down the busy streets of New York. It was already night so how unfortunate for you, since your only wearing socks and shorts. But you didn't care right now you just wanted to be alone to collect your thoughts. You ended up in an allyway, it was dark and the cold was getting to you. You could feel your skin slowly turn to chicken skin(any Eddie vr/special Ed fans out there?) But you didn't care. Your sister texted and called you, but you never answered. So she got your mom to call and as soon as she started yelling at you, you hung up. You didn't want to deal with your family and never picked up but everyone was calling you an ass what you did. So you just tried your phone on mute and put your head in your knees and feel asleep. Now unknowing to you turtles had seen it all. Well one in orange did. He felt bad for you so he did what every turtle would do. He picked you up grabbing your phone in the process and took you to the lair. He thought his brothers knew but they didn't. After the turtle put you on a bed he left a note and went to the living room. He didn't think you'd awake anytime soon but the temperature change woke you up after about 5 minutes. But since you were so comfortable you didn't move and actually rolled over and cuddled into the pillows and blankets that were Oh so warm. The one in red watched you trying to decide what to, he didn't know what to do so he left and went to the living room. Donnie was sitting in the arm chair while mikey was sitting in the middle of the couch and leo and splinter were mediating. He sat next to mikey and thought about you.

"Hey Mikey who's in your bed"

Donnie stopped typing and looked up at mikey while mikey died in his game.

"Um well he's, uh, he is my-"

"You don't know do you"

Mikey looked down guilty.

"You kidnapped someone!"

Raph was loud enough to wake you fully and knock leo and splinter out of meditation. You froze when you heard rapid footsteps heading your way, three from one side and two more from the other. You panicked and clenched the pillow scared. You were frozen when you heard the foot steps stop in front of you.

"Raph what's going on"

"Mikey brought him home"

Raph pointed at you and everyone looked at you. You could feel the stares and instead of sitting up you squeezed your eyes shut and gripped the pillowed harder, to the point your knuckles turned white. You heard someone come closer to you, they stopped right next to you. Before you could jump away a large hand grabbed your shoulder pulling you on your back. Your heart was racing and you had let go of the pillow out of panic. You couldn't tell that the turtle next knew you were awake and panicked but didn't say anything.

"We should let them rest for now"

"What! No mikey needs to explain himself and that person needs to wake up"

"Your scaring them"

"Me!? Your the one who touched them"

You listened to them argue and thought about how you and t/n(twin name) fought. You didn't want to think about it but it was hard.

"My sons calm down, mikey should explain himself but we shouldn't be angry at him, he didn't come here by choice"

Splinter quickly calmed them down, before signaling for the three brothers to go away from you.

"Donatello make sure he's okay"

Donnie nodded and pulled a chair out and sat next to you.

"I know your awake"

You slowly sat up. You were scared to look at him, and his hands felt weird like aliens so that's another thing.

"Could you look over here. Please"

You couldn't tell if he was mad or anything so you slowly turned your body turns him. When you seen him your eyes widened, you weren't expecting a turtle, and one so tall either. You swallowed hard. Still scared and wishing to be home.

"I'm Donatello, I mean no harm okay, my brother Michelangelo brought you here for some reason."

You nodded calming down a little bit. You wanted to say something, but your body wouldn't let you. You heard him let out a sign.

"I get that your scared but may I know your name, or at least a little information about you, it helps"

You looked at him and nodded.

"I-"

Your voice gave out. You expected him to yell at you like your sister has but nope he sat their waiting for a response.

"I-i-"

Your voice gave out again, you didn't know why, but you shivered under his gaze. He pulled down his weird goggles that were on his head.

"Your temperature is freezing, how long were..nevermind. how about this I go get you a warm drink and you some clothes. Stay here"

You watched the tall turtle stand up and walk out the room. You shivered again and grabbed one of the blankets near you. You covered yourself and waited. You looked around the room and the bright neon signs made you giggle. When Donatello came back you were almost asleep. He patted your shoulder after setting the clothes infront of you.

"Hey wake up."

You, still tired, looked at him as he handed you coffee. You looked down at it before taking a drink. It was a bit biter but that didn't matter.

"You can finish that and there's a bathroom right over there. That door is the bathroom, so you can take these clothes and change in there"

You nodded. You thought he'd get up and leave but he didn't.

"Oh yeah in gonna stay here until you can talk and make sure you don't like try to do something in the mean time I'll just be over here"

He rolled his chair away and against the wall as he did something on his hologram watch. You didn't process that but even though you were fully there you couldn't believe what you were seeing. Once just likenhe said, as soon as you finished your coffee you got the clothes infront of you and got up and left to the backroom. When you got into the bathroom, it actually didn't smell as bad as you thought, and it looked fairly clean. When you put the clothes on they were very big on you like it was like wearing a clowns outfit. You signed knowing if your friends found out you'd be the laughing stock of the group. But you didn't what to leave the turtle waiting so you left the bathroom and headed back to the room you were in. You seen him typing something on his computer but didn't question it. You couldn't remember if he told you to do something after you finished changing so you just sat there and waited. He looked up at you and rolled his chair over go you.

"I'm just gonna help you out here"

He pulled up your sleeve and wrapped it in something, he did it then the other one. Before looking at you pants, he nodded and rolled up the end of it a bit before wrapped it I'm the same cloth he did it to both before looking at you.

"Are you ready to talk, because my brothers definitely have questions"

You looked around nervously deciding whether or not you would be able to.

"Um I think"

Donnie smile when he heard your voice.

"Good. Good um yeah follow me"

You got up and followed the tall turtle to what you guessed was the living room. You seen the three turtles, a rat, three people, and a demon looking thing. You were scared as everyone turned and looked at you.

"Who's this?"

Casey Jones asked while walking towards you, you know him from the news he.

"That's what we're trying to figure out"

"So, what your name"

You stayed quiet, you were scared of the people act could you even call most of them people. You swallowed hard.

"Okkaay we'll indoce our selves first, I'm Michelangelo but the ladies call me mikey"

Before he could continue the turtle in blue walked infront of him.

"I'm Leonardo"

He extended his hand out for you to shake. You hesitated, but grabbed his hand. Then the rat walked over to you.

"I'm splinter"

He didn't extend his hand out for you but he did give a small bow. Then he looked at the turtle I red. He just stared back for second before looking at you.

"Raphael"

You nodded. All of a sudden the guy with black hair pushed Raphael.

"Move!"

He looked at you and smiled.

"I'm Tanaka"

You looked over at the last three. You already knew two of them though.

"April"

"I think he knows that"

"Oh well induce yourself"

"Fine, I'm Casey Jones"

You nodded not really knowing what to say.then the last guy, he looked scary. Even though you weren't near him you could tell he was tall, like very tall. And the fact he towered over April and Casey proves it.

"Jaz, the friendy neonplrton"

"He's not friendly"

"Shut up tanaka"

You swallowed, when hearing his voice. It was inhuman enough to scare you. And you definitely didn't expect him to have such a deep and creepy voice. Then everyone looked back at you.

"Now it's your turn, what's your name"

"Um its-"

Again your voice gave out, everyone there was overwhelming to you.

"Y/n l/n"

You froze when he said your name. You didn't know how he knew your name and you didnt want to know.

"Well y/n, we of course have some questions"

"Yeah like why are you wearing clothes that obviously don't fit."

"Oh, he gave it to me"

You pointed at Donnie who is currently next to you.

"Hm, okay"

The turtles asked questions for quite some time, everyone else just kinda sat back and watched. They asked about who you were, why your were in an allyway, why you fought with your sister,etc. It was actually fun. You learned alot and so did they. But you did realize you had to go home eventually so either way you were gonna get in trouble.

"Well guys I have to get home, bye and thank you for not killing me"

Some laughed. When you got home it was a mess, but hey you lived. But your sister will definitely think twice before coming at you like that.

A/n:sorry it's long I realized more than half way through. I hope you enjoyed

#tmnt #tmnt donatello #tmnt imagine #tmnt raphael #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt x male reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2016 x male reader #tmnt 2016 x reader #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2014 #tmnt oc #bayverse tmnt #tmnt bayverse

[sallysgrancanwrite]

Chapter Forty-Four

Warning;⚠️ domestic violence, sexual assault.

Chloe swallowed hard and as she trembled she called Michael. What was he going to say she thought, about her once again running from him. He threatened her to never do it again...she didn’t want to think of the consequences.

The phone rang several times before Michael picked up.

“Michael, it’s Chloe. I’ve…” he cut her off immediately.

“It’s been four and a half days, and you finally call. Where the hell are you?”

“I was saying, I’ve been in the hospital. I’m calling you to come get me now that I’ve been discharged.” She said.

“So now you expect me to pay a hospital bill because you drug your whiny ass to the hospital? Is that it?”

“Michael, my ribs were broken and I had a sprained wrist. The baby’s heartbeat was dangerously low. I’m sorry.”

“I’ll be there shortly,” he said, slamming down the phone.

Chloe was terrified to go home but felt she had no choice. Then Dr Stevens walked up.

“Chloe, are you sure you want to go home? I’m worried for you,” he said.

“I’ll be fine, really. Look Michael is here already. I better get out there.” She said.

“I’ll push your wheelchair out there for you.” The Dr said.

“No, please. I’ll walk out. Really it’s fine. Thank you.” Chloe said and then left out the automatic doors.

Dr Stevens watched and as Chloe got in and they drove away he saw her crying. His hands were tied, there was nothing he could do now.

As Chloe and Michael drove home he berated her and hit her several times. The fear she felt was palpable. When they got home he started slapping her around.

“Do I have to lock you in to keep you from running away!?” He screamed at her. “ I told you to never run from me again or I’d kill you! Well, I won’t kill you but I’ll make your life hell!” He yelled.

“Please, Michael, I just wanted to see a Dr, that’s all. I didn’t run away. I called you as soon as I was discharged.”

“You're damn lucky you did! But that doesn’t get you off the hook.” He said dragging her by her hair up the stairs to their bathroom.

He grabbed her and dragged her to the full tub that he filled before he picked her up. Twisted his fingers in her hair and stuck her head under water. Then he pulled it up. It put it back in again before Chloe could catch her breath. Then he pulled it out again.

“Are you ever going to run again?” he asked.

“No!” She screamed, trying to catch her breath. “I promise.”

He dunked her again and held her there until he felt she was almost out of air. When he pulled her out and let go of her she fell to the floor crying.

“Get supper on the table, I’m hungry.” Michael said walking away.

Chloe caught her breath, changed her clothes and dried off and went down to the kitchen. She was in a daze from what Michael had just done. Her head hurt and she felt weak and I’ll to her stomach. She wondered what to throw together and then remembered that Martha told her she had some Chicken Tetrazzini made up ahead to help her out when she saw her in the hospital a couple days ago.

Michael didn’t know she came of course. She opened the fridge and found it and stuck it in the oven and started to make a spinach salad for them. She put in some apples, feta, dried cranberries, toasted walnuts and scallions as well as some mandarins.

She made a vinaigrette of olive oil, balsamic vinegar, salt, garlic powder, pepper, Dijon mustard, and a bit of maple syrup. By this time the Chicken was done.

Chloe walked into the living room where Michael was having a drink and reading.

“Michael supper is on the table.” She said still weak from almost being drowned.

“About time,” he said, standing up and going to the kitchen.

They only used the dining room when guests were over.

“I apologize for how long it took,” Chloe said quietly and her head down.

They ate in complete silence. When they were done Chloe cleaned up the dishes and the kitchen. She went upstairs and got ready for bed. When Michael crawled in, he rolled over to her and started to very roughly have sex with her. By this time Chloe had decided she wouldn’t fight back anymore, it only got her hurt. She laid there and waited for him to be done. She then rolled over and silently cried herself to sleep.

#original fiction #original story #writeblr

[27emailsicantsend]

the rina headcanons are endless!! it would be verrrryyy cute if we ever got rina baking together. it is very necessary to see them having a flour fight and having a frost-off to see who can ice the GF cupcakes better (my money is on Ms. Porter those turkey cupcakes looked expert level). we also deserve to see ricky teaching gina how to skateboard in this summer montage bc imagine him holding her by the waist gently while she holds his shoulders and her knees are kinda locked bc she’s nervous and is completely padded up…yeah i like to suffer with these thoughts.

also random but i would loveee a proper halloween episode bc we absolutely NEED to see rina in a haunted house bc yes gina would be protecting ricky. hes so malewife i cant 😭. one of these days i may have to slip out of anon mode and dump all my ideas on you privately haha but hiii it is me bday anon 🧁!

the expo gave us SO much i can’t even process what all this means for s4 but seeing the chemistry between sof and josh as rina is so heartwarming they work so well together i already know rina are going to be the most annoyingly cute couple when they finally get together. can you say ‘IT couple!’ and im totally projecting here bc i always wanted to do this but all the guys i ever dated were losers but i would d-word for a scene where rina are doing face masks together!! idk something about that is so sweet to me, especially if its gina smearing clay mask on for him and ricky being totally into it. (!!!) and since josh likes to paint his nails, it would be a cute nod to that if gina ever polished ricky’s nails. like imagine him with the cucumber slices over his eyes ike a diva while gina is giggling as she paints his nails in some pastel color. very bestie-turned-boyfriend energy! <33

BDAY ANON I MISSED YOU!!! Thank you for always showing up with a little cupcake 🥹

Ok but for real how did she frost those turkeys that well?? I’m literally a decade older than her and I do be struggling making anything meaningful in my kitchen lmao (and I eat mostly gluten free too so I just KNOW those were not easy to make). Also, completely unnecessary side note, Sofia is gluten free so they added that in as a call out to her IRL. They didn’t need to specify the cupcakes were GF so I thought that was a cute little shout out :)

And OMG I am like 90% sure I saw someone do a fan art of her standing on his skateboard and holding onto him 😭 (I can’t remember if they were kissing in it or not but how CUTE would that be, especially with their height difference!)

AND THE HALLOWEEN ONE IS SO GOOD. Like imagine him just quaking and crying and she has to lead him through, but then she gets a little scared sometimes and they call each other chicken again 😭 where I live (not sure if other places are like this) every one of our haunted houses end with someone chasing you through with a chain saw (no chain) 😂 it is the most traumatic and funny thing and the amount of screaming and panicking that happen in the end is so funny. I know it’s to get people to get out of the haunted house quickly but BOY is it funny. I would d*e if I saw them both run out in absolute fear from the ✨fake✨ chainsaw man

We were FED at D23. There was NO REASON for them to add the triangle to the choreo in their performance outside of fan service and you want to know what? I ate it up EVERY time I watched! And I’ll do it again!!

And trust me I totally get that!!! I 100% live vicariously through my rom coms and books so I don’t blame you 😂 (sorry you dated jerks though- I hope you find your own rina type love story some day 🥲)

And that is SO cute and we absolutely know ricky would do it. He would probably be the one who keeps bugging gina to go shopping for the supplies, asking her a million questions about the spa night, and would proudly brag and wear his colored nails. TBH it reminds me so much of Jim and Pam. Like we KNOW Jim would literally wear the dumbest outfit or do something that makes him look silly if Pam asked. And Ricky just RADIATES Jim energy. I’m so obsessed with these ships like I’m down BAD!!!

#rina #ricky x gina #ricky bowen #gina porter #hsmtmts #high school musical the musical the series #the office #jim halpert #pam Beasley #jim and pam #asks #send me asks #bday anon #Sofia Wylie

[fleurraine]

The bowl was full and my spoon was clean, my plate was big with my fork resting beside my tea. I was already chewing a spoonful of rice, the taste seemed bland I almost vomited. / I swallowed a whole slice of meat—and yet, I’m still hungry.

“I am hungry” by Fleurraine, 2024.

I am sitting in front of the diner, with the people I know I loved were having their own meal. A large grilled chicken, freshly cooked ham, and marinated pork tenderloin was served, as I watched their mouths move and bite on the delectable dishes as if they were in a marathon. And while I was here, stuck chewing on a salad with egg rolls on the side. My tounge was already getting numb as I have noticed how I cannot taste anything but my own saliva, to which made me frown as to why can I not have a slice of their meat when I am rightfully deserving of such honor. / But then, they pushed me away, saying how I was eating too much. “OI YOU LITTLE PIG! CAN’T YOU BE RESPONSIBLE AND STOP EATING MORE FAT? YOU’RE BEING TOO MUCH GLUTTONOUS!” I watched as they mouths suddenly open wide as their screams were the food that made my ears so full it started to bleed.

....(But I am hungry. I am so hungry.)

I watched as they made their mouths full while they tried to give me a malicious look that makes me want to spit all of those vegetables I swallowed from the pit of my stomach. / Tears suddenly were shown on my eyes as they tried to apologized—instead of giving me more slice of fresh and warm meat, they fed me more lies. (“Come on you silly girl, don’t cry! Your auntie is looking. They don’t want their little cute girl crying in front of such blessings given by their kind hands, right?”) Lies—you never cared why I cry. (“My darling, look, your favorite fruit! A piece of apple you so adore! I remember you would turn red as you eat a slice alone.”) Lies—I hate apples. It doesn’t make me full but rather kill me inside—my very own poison known for an allergy. (“Your bowl full of salad will go dry and salty, if your tears were to fill your spoon—so do not cry, my little apple to my eye.”) Lies—you only want me to keep eating the meal you’ve given me, even knowing how it was already spoilt days before. / They mumbled such white, candy-like lies, and yet I am still hungry.

(I want to eat. I want to bite. I want to swallow.)

I had enough, my hunger cannot be suppressed with words alone. I started nibbling on my fingers, using my own teeth to slice up my own skin, using my blood to give savory taste to my dirty and salty flesh. I used my fork and stabbed my palm, and used a cup to fill my crimson red fluid from my veins, trying my best not to choke on the piece of meat from my own arm, where I took a big bite. / I was getting too hungry, that I started disregarding the salad on the table. They were mad. They looked at me in horror. They were flabbergasted. And I was only chewing on my own fingers. / I asked them ‘what’s wrong with what I am eating?’ as they only started shouting. I had enough of their screams, as I used the plates they eaten at to break their skulls in just one hit. And from there, they were like dolls on the table as the blood that goes through their veins escapes through their skin. / Their blood looked tasty, so I had to take a quick taste test. I used my tounge to feel their blood, before I found myself eating their flesh like the ones they served warm and fresh on the diner.

I was already choking on the meat as I found their bones scattering on the table. I watched their food goes rotten, while I made sure I ate enough food to keep on chewing and chewing. / I wondered to myself if how long did it took for me to finish my meal, as I still cannot grasp such feeling of satisfaction. / I already finished savoring their flesh–and yet, I am still hungry.

#dead dove do not eat #prose #fleurraine

[moon3unny]

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Christmas update 24.12.2023

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Please just block dont report

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Alright so this morning I was still 54,kg same weight but at least I didnt gain right so thats a win. I was feeling really shitty but I pushed through with cold brew and cooked a whole lot of christmas dinner. I had to eat obviously but Ill use it as my metabolism day! ate lasagna but I only ate half of one piece because I legit could not eat any more like i was so full I was starting to feel sick.

ate some sausages a few chicken nuggets- but overall I am so full that its uncomfortable and I feel sick. but this will be a huge metabolism day so im trying not to cry about it.

Im not going to weigh myself tomorrow for my own sanity

theres so much food left over I cooked that I dont need to cook tomorrow which is pretty slay. so I can start low restricting tomorrow again :3

I got an eyeshadow pallete, a kuromi plushie and a thermal coffee cup so I can keep tea,soup or coffee hot when im upstairs since I drink stuff so slowly it gets cold quickly

anyways heres some tea:

my sister right. I dont fatshame I dont give a single fuck ab anyoens weight only my own but shes an emotional binge eater and shes been medically obese for most of her life now which is no problem as long as shes healthy just repeating this: I DO NOT CARE ABOUT ANYONE ELSES WEIGHT BUT MY OWN. if u fatshame then respectfully: block me.

the problem is: that she tries blaming how much she eats on everyone else but herself. she asked me to hand her the chicken nuggets on the other end of the table so I did, and then I handed her a sausage too thinking she would want it too- I only HANDED IT TO HER and she GRABBED IT. I DID. NOT. place it on her plate she could have said no and I wouldve just put it back.

later when she was full she complained about "having to eat this sausage" as if I forced her to. she kept going on about how I put it directly on her plate. so we kept going back and forth ab how I did NOT put it on her plate I offered it and she TOOK IT WITH HER HAND?? NO SIGN OF NOT WANTING IT WHATSOEVER and then she kept going on and on ab with that self centered tone and audacity to blame me for making her eat more so when I told her thats not what happened like 3 times like it didnt happen legit 10 min ago she kept denying it and lowkey trying to gaslight me??? OVER A FUCKING SAUSAGE? "thats not what happened (deadname) wdym" AND SHE HAD THE FCKN BALLS TO SCOFF TOO???????

LIKE I COULDNT GIVE LESS OF A FUCK IF U DONT WANT TO SEEM LIKE U ARE EATING TOO MUCH BUT DONT BLAME IT ON ME????? I LITERALLY SPENT HOURS IN THE KITCHEN TO COOK ALL OF YALL A WHOLE MENU WHILST FIGHTING THE DARK SPOTS IN MY VISION U FUCKING BITCHBAG. anyways that pissed me off so much because she only acted like that bc our dad was sitting right in front of us at the dinnertable and she doesnt want him to comment on her eating which is very valid and relatable but ur fucking horrible if u make ur literal YOUNGEST SIBLING suffer for it.

Hi. Im the youngest sibling yet Im basically the oldest sibling bc they both cant cook for shit. I handle every argument that breaks out in the house andI protect both of my older sisters whenever my dad gets in a screaming fest with them. me. the. youngest. I never had any older siblings because Im the one handling them.

Ill rant ab her in another post this is basically already too long sorrayy

#ed not ed sheeran #prorecovery #only pro recovery #tw ed diet #⭐️ving #tw ana diary #⭐️rve

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 458, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, blood, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) neonatal death

WORDS: 1111

I woke up slowly, curling in deeper into the manly warmth that was curled up next to me. I folded my fingers into the green t-shirt that he was wearing, confused as to what had happened. The last thing that I remembered was tossing Baby Tommy’s dollie into the wash…

What had happened since then?

I pressed my hand to my occupied womb, where I could feel Baby Violet Marie sleepily twitching inside me.

KICK PUNCH PUNCH KICK KICK PUNCH

“Good morning, sweet baby girl,” I hummed, leaning in tighter to my husband’s chest as he wrapped his arms tightly around my smaller body, curling his hand tightly around the backside of my head. “Good morning, sweetheart. How are you doing?”

What happened?

“Your appendix started to go out yesterday,” he told me, rolling onto his back and bringing me to lay across his front. “Baby Tommy called 911 and relayed what was going on with you- I am so fucking proud of that boy.”

Baby Tommy is a smart cookie.

“He is, yes, sweetheart,” he smiled, crushing me tighter to his chest. “He is so intelligent- he gets his brains from you, and he got his brawn from me.”

I was saved from answering him by a quiet knock that sounded at the half open door, which turned out to be Isabelle with the kids. Elizabeth and Katie both carried Tupperware packed with food.

“Mommy!” screeched Baby Tommy, galloping up to the bed, where he waited for someone to lift him up. Once he was up, he tucked himself in tightly to his baby sister. “Mommy, you feew bettw?”

“I am feeling better, yes, thank you, Baby Tommy,” I told him, resting my hand on the side of his head. “I owe it all to you.”

“Baby Tommy was up for most of the night last night, crying endlessly,” Katie ratted him out.

“I was scawed!” he pouted. “Mommy dying?”

“No no no, mommy wasn’t dying!” Peter lied as the girls bustled about with getting breakfast out and served for their parents. “Everyone is born with an organ in the tummy called an appendix. Sometimes, it stops working and needs to be taken out as soon as possible. That’s what happened to mommy.”

“Oh.” He seemed to understand the simple explanation. “Baa bee Vii wet Mawie okay?”

“Oh yes, Baby Violet Marie is fine,” Peter told him, thanking the girls as they took their seats in chairs to eat their breakfasts. “You are a hero!”

“Meh.” Baby Tommy looked completely nonplussed as he grabbed a pancake from his father’s plate and stuffed it into his mouth.

I giggled as I ate my chicken noodle soup, knowing that my stomach could only handle blank food for the moment being.

“Sweet Baby Tommy,” I cooed. “Hey girls, how are you?”

Katie automatically broke out into wild tears as she climbed up onto the already tight bed, tucking herself in between Peter and I as she sought out comfort from her mommy and daddy.

“I was so scared!” she bawled, tucking her face into the back of my neck. “You were screaming in pain and the paramedics had to knock you out!”

“I am oh so very sorry that I scared you,” I cooed softly, setting aside my thermos and holding my arms open for Elizabeth, who also crawled onto the bed.

CRACK

The bed suddenly broke, sending everyone into surprise laughter.

“Are you alright?” Isabelle asked as Peter conducted a swift examination of the kids.

“Yeah, I think we’re all alright!” he chuckled. “Can one of you poke your head out and ask for Riley?”

“Riley is working today?” I asked him, pleasantly surprised as my husband’s niece came into the room, doubling over with laughter at the dazed appearance of the family. “Oh, hello Riley!”

“Hello!” Crinkles formed in the corners of her eyes as she smiled. “Hold on, I’ll get another bed in here for you, alright?”

“Can you order out a bigger bed?” I whined, feeling strangely claustrophobic in the tiny hospital bed.

“Sweetheart, I’m going to need to lose weight,” Peter grumbled as he heaved himself up, helping the kids up before he scooped me into his arms.

“My love, you don’t have to lose weight!” I argued as Riley whisked us into another room, where a nurse was making up the bed. “I like one Peter Thomas Ratajczyk with a bit of chub on his bones!” I patted his tummy with a hand, noticing for the first time the port that was in the back of my hand for IV drips.

Peter was silent as he settled me into the new bed, tucking me in before letting the kids come and crawl on up, tugging a chair up to sit in as he wallowed in the family love. He held his hand out for Isabelle, who went to him, letting out a yelp as he manhandled her onto his lap.

I welcomed the kids as they crawled onto the bed with me, clearly weary of the excitement had just happened when the bed before collapsed. I smiled as Katie snuggled herself in under my arm, Jing tight in her arms and a hand on Baby Violet Marie.

KICK PUNCH KICK PUNCH KICK PUNCH

“I’m so happy that you and Baby Violet Marie are okay, mommy,” she told me.

“Yeah, I couldn’t bear it if something happened to either of you,” Elizabeth chimed in, adding her hand.

“Mee mee?” cheeped Baby Tommy as he placed his hands with his sisters.

PUNCH KICK KICK KICK PUNCH PUNCH

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[blazing-michael]

About My Sister's First Birthday Party. or not.

yesterday, my father took me to the house.

it's the house he and my mom started building from scratch when they married. three years ago they divorced. last year the wife of my father's dead brother gave birth to a girl. my father is also her father. my aunt also has two sons.

they all live in two houses. one is that my parents build. another is that my auntie and my dead uncle built.

me and my mom live in a flat that we're struggling to pay mortgage for. i had to stop studying and find a job to have a place to live in.

we arrived at eleven pm. my auntie pecked me in the cheek. my sister was shy and hid in her mom's chest. my brothers hugged me real tight.

before i went to bed, my dad came to my room and told me how unsatisfied he was with the war. i thought, maybe he is starting to see the light. he told me he loved me and opened the window. it's always quite stuffy in their houses because there's a baby, they don't want her to catch a cold.

i fell asleep with an opened window.

i woke up with saliva on my chin. my lips were itchy and i had a sore throat.

my brother made me tea. my auntie was all upset because she was preparing the party and cooked meals on her own and nobody was helping. i took my sister, who stopped because shy, and started to play with her, so my auntie could use her both hands for cooking.

the guests arrived. my father's parents, my auntie's parents, my auntie's brother, who has cerebral palsy, my another auntie with her husband and son (sadly, without her daughter), and my auntie's friends with children.

we ate typical food russians serve at home gatherings: mashed potatoes and fried chicken, typical russian salads. there was homemade wine and moonshine.

my auntie's mom gave golden earrings as a gift for my sister. i whispered to my father, "don't you dare getting her ears pierced. lisensed piercers don't pierce children under 14."

i got tired of people and went to an empty room. i could hear my grandmother screaming nazist things and someone arguing.

two months before she said she wouldn't mind if my father (her eldest son) went to the war and died. my uncle (her youngest son) died in 2020 from heart attack after drinking senseless. all of them are still mourning. my father bought a tombstone that cost like a car. i still pay my student loan debt with money i earn myself.

then my auntie asked me to come and take a photo. i posed the same way i did last year when she took photo of me and my sis in the maternity hospital.

they cut the cake.

my uncle (my another auntie's husband) started asking me stupid mathematical questions, trying to make me angry. i was already upset.

then we gathered outside, and my father lighted fireworks. my sister really liked it, even though it was really loud.

my grandfather was drunk dancing. when i was a toddler, he once laid on the same bed as me. he was also drunk. he molested me. i told no one because i knew no one would believe and he wouldn't even remember - that's how drunk he was. now only my mom knows. i don't go to therapy - one, i can't afford it. two, i'm afraid the doctor would try to convince me that i'm a lesbian because a man molested me.

i wanted to start crying. my auntie asked, if i'm fine, because i looked sad, apparently. i said, "it's just the lighting, i'm not sad."

then i took my things and said goodbye. my auntie packed some meat and chocolate for me. my brother started crying - i don't visit them often. they treat him really bad and constantly hurt him. i don't. he thanked me for the necklace i gave him. i kissed both of my brothers' foreheads. my third brother ignored me.

i sat in a car. i was silent. my father was silent, too.

"dad," i said.

i wanted to say that i'm so, so sad. but when he asked, what was it, i said "nothing".

he gave me money and said, "buy you some strings for the guitar". it was enough money to buy a new guitar.

i said, "i love you".

i wanted to say, "i want to stop loving you because you don't deserve it".

when i came home, my mom asked me how was it. i started sobbing like a child.

because i will never have a big family. i will never celebrate my wedding. i will never invite so many people to celebrate my child's birthdays. i just will not. and i hate myself for wanting it so bad.

"this is how life is," mom said.

my lips are still itchy.

[wandanatfluff]

A dream come true

Short series Fluff

This is part of a series. I highly recommend reading Seven words first.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Summary: Natasha and Y/n go and visit Melina, Yelena and Alexei, Natasha’s parents and sister. Something unexpected happens. (This takes place about 7,5 months after Seven words, meaning the reader is now about 8,5 months pregnant.) No spoilers!

Warnings: Description of giving birth (nothing bloody or too detailed though)

Word count: 2.2 K

A/n: Part two!

Natasha parks the car on the small farm and you let out a heavy sigh as you feel the baby kick, earning you a worried look from your wife.

“You sure you feel good enough?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine, just a firm kick.”

You give Natasha a reassuring smile, allowing her to relax a bit. You move your hand to the doorhandle and open it, you wait for your wife to round the car, so she can help you to get out of the car. You’re almost nine months pregnant by now, which means your bump has grown quite big. Natasha holds her arm around your waist as the two of you walk to the door. Melina immediately answers the door, before Natasha could even ring the doorbell.

“If that isn’t my favorite daughter in law!”

“Привет. Как поживает моя любимая свекровь” (Hello. How is my favorite mother-in-law doing?) You say to Melina in your best Russian. “Ну, кто-то практиковал свой русский.” (Well, someone has been practicing their Russian.)

“Yeah, I got kinda sick of doing nothing. Natasha didn’t even let me walk to the grocery store.”

“Ho, stop. Don’t go there, I was just following the doctor’s orders.” Natasha says as the two of you enter the house.

“I know baby. I’m sorry.” You say, giving her a kiss on her cheek. Natasha takes your coat off your shoulders and hangs it on a hook. You smile at her. You suddenly get a little light headed, reaching for Natasha’s arms. She holds on to you tight, letting you lean on her until you’re feeling well again.

“You guys can sit on the couch. I’ll get you something to drink.” Melina walks to the kitchen and comes back with a glass of water. Natasha sits down sideways on the couch with her legs slightly apart, so you can sit between them, opening her arms. Gratefully you rest your back against her front. You take the glass of water Melina hands you and take a few sips, before handing it to Natasha, who puts it on the side table.

“Sorry about back there. I am really thankful for everything you do. I know I have been quite the pain in the ass lately.”

“What? No baby, you’re no pain in my ass. I love taking care of you, especially when you’re nauseous, sick and throwing up all over my new clothes… It’s cute.” Natasha says with a playful smirk on her face.

“Come on Tash, really? I’ve told you I’m sorry a hundred times.” You whine, putting your head in your neck, so you can see Natasha. She gives you a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“I guess you’ll just have to buy me a new one.” She chuckles, giving you another kiss. You move your eyes forward again, letting your head rest on Natasha’s chest as you close your eyes.

You begin to doze off, when a loud voice startles you awake. You quickly sit up straight, the action causing you to collide with Natasha’s chin, which was resting on your head. After you apologize to Natasha, you look at the source of the noise. Alexei is standing in the doorway, speaking loudly.

“Y/n!”

He walks over to you, pulling you into a tight hug. You gasp for breath as he nearly squeezes you.

“Alexei! Careful, you’re smushing her and the baby.”

“Oh, sorry. I forgot.” Alexei quickly steps away, his face turning slightly red.

“It’s okay. Good to see you too, you smile at him. You then look back at your wife’s scared expression. You reassure her you’re okay, before leaning back again. You make some small talk with Melina and Alexei about the Avengers and about how the farm is doing. You talk about the pigs, the chickens and the new horse they recently bought.

Around five o’clock Yelena comes in. It had started to rain just after you and Natasha had arrived and the blonde entered the house, soaking wet. Melina handed Yelena a small towel and when she was mostly dry again, she greeted you and Natasha.

“Hey sis and her preggy wife.”

“Hey Yel.” You both greet her and she carefully gives you a hug.

“How are the two of you doing?” She asks you.

“We’re doin-” Nat starts.

“No, not you Nat. Y/n and the little guy.” Yelena interrupts Nat. You frown at her words. You slowly turn your head to Nat, to see her looking at Yelena with an angry face.

“Yelena.” Nat exclaims annoyed.

“It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“It doesn’t matter, Nat. I’m sure Melina and Alexei can keep it a secret for the next two weeks or so.”

“Wait! You’re 8,5 months already?” Yelena interrupts you. Shouldn’t you be at home, resting?”

“That’s what I have done for the last few months. I’ve got enough sleep for a lifetime, read every book in the bookcase and watched every film on Netflix, Prime Video and Disney+. So I got a little bored, you know?” "Yeah... of course."

After you talked for another hour or so and Melina finished cooking, you all ate together. Although the food was delicious, you only ate a small amount, earning yourself a few concerned looks from Natasha. You felt her hand on yours as she softly whispered something.

“You okay, honey?”

You hummed in a response.

“I’m just a little tired I guess.” Natasha nodded and after desert she stood up, announcing your departure. You felt Melina’s eyes on you.

“Are you sure honey? You can sleep here if you want. It’s quite a long way home. Yelena is staying over too. You and Nat can have the spare room, you just have to refresh the sheets. Yelena can sleep on the couch.”

“I’m sorr-” Yelena protested, but one look from Melina and she nodded her head.

“I actually think that we would rather sleep in our ow-” Natasha was about to reject the offer, but you pulled her sleeve, stopping her from finishing.

“Actually, we would really appreciate that. Thank you, Melina.”

“You walked your pregnant body down the hall slowly, taking forever. Natasha came after you, supporting you.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go home?”

“I’m really tired Tash and the weather outside is only getting worse. I don’t want us to have to stop halfway the ride, or worse, crash against a tree.”

“Yeah, me neither. Let’s get you to bed.”

Natasha helped you get to bed. She brushed your hair and made the bed, while you sat on the chair. You nearly dozed off and you were almost asleep when you felt Natasha pick you up bridal style, carrying you to the bed. You didn’t protest, you were too tired. You laid your head against Natasha’s shoulder as she let you down on the bed. She gently put the sheets over you. You put one arm above the sheets, laying it over your belly protectively. Natasha gave you a sweet kiss on your forehead and walked to the bathroom. You relaxed your body, ready to fall asleep, when you felt Natasha getting under the blankets behind you, wrapping her arm around you, her hand covering yours on your belly. You gave in to her warmth for a moment before saying:

“Tasha baby, you don’t have to go to bed too just because I’m tired.”

“But…” She protested.

“No baby, get out of bed. I can fall asleep on my own fine.” You felt a kiss on the back of your head, before Natasha got out of bed.

“Sleep well baby.” She whispered, before quietly closing the door.

*** Ow

You opened your eyes, half-awake as you felt a wave of pain going through your body. You put both hands on your belly, the source of the pain. The pain slowly faded as you were still hugging your own body. You took a few minutes to fully wake up. You turned around, reaching out to Natasha. She wasn’t next to you.

“Hey babe.” You heard her voice, you looked up at her. She was sitting in a chair, reading a book. She stood up from her chair, walking to you.

“What’s wrong.” You were about to answer her, when another wave of pain hit you and you curled up in pain. Natasha’s eyes widened.

“Is- is it time?” You nodded as you puffed away the pain.

“Yes… I think… so.” Natasha’s eyes widened even further. Her demeanor suddenly changed. She couldn’t panic right now. You needed her.

“What can I do?”

“Get Melina.” You answered. Melina rushed to your room. She sat down next to you. Her hand on your back. She spoke to you softly.

“When the next contractions hits, I will measure the time between them. All you have to do is puff them away. You probably learned that at delivery training, right? You nod. Another contraction hits. Melina looks at her watch, puffing with you. A minute goes by and the contraction ends. You relax your body and look up at Natasha, who is standing in front of you like a statue, with a pale face. Melina looks at Natasha too and as soon as she sees her daughter, she orders her to sit down.

“Sit down, Natasha. We don’t need for you to faint.”

Natasha listens to Melina’s orders and sits down on a chair.

Ten minutes go by before another contraction hits you, forcing a cry to leave your throat. You feel a wet pool forming between your legs and you grab Melina’s arm.

“I think… my water broke.”

The contraction ends and Melina helps you to get up from the bed. You stand next to the bed, leaning on Natasha, who has stood up from her chair. Melina quickly pulls the sheets off the bed, throwing them in the corner of the room.

“Stay here for a minute. If she has another contraction, puff with her until it ends and measure the time between them.”

Melina leaves the room, going to her own room.

“Wake up Alexei.”

“I’m already awake.” He grumbles.

“Some idiot decided it would be a good idea to scream and-”

“Y/n’s in labor, now get out of your bed and put a pan with water on the stove.” Alexei quickly gets out of his bed, rushing to the kitchen. Not intending to be anywhere near you when you give birth to your son. Melina quickly gets some towels from her closet, laying them on the bed, before heading back to your room. She enters the room as another contraction makes its way through your body. Melina orders Natasha to carry you to her room.

Natasha picks you up bridal style and you hold on to her tight, your screams muffled into her shirt. She lays you down on Melina’s bed and carefully helps you undress you lower body. You make yourself as ‘comfortable’ as possible, letting your back rest against some pillows as Melina stand at the end of the bed between your legs. She tells you it’s time to push and you hold on tight to Natasha’s hand, almost squeezing it.

*** Melina carefully hands you the little guy, after she cleaned him with the water Alexei warmed and wrapped him in a light blue blanket. With tears staining your cheeks, you take him and press him against your chest. After you give the little guy a kiss you look to your left, at Natasha.

Her eyes are red from crying, her chest moving up and down quickly. You give her the little boy. With shaking hands, she takes him from your hands, afraid she’ll drop him. He’s the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. More tears start to fall.

It warms your heart, looking at your wife with your son. She is crying, but you know they’re happy tears. Her dream of being a mother finally came true. The two of you had a son. You knew she would be the best mother ever as she looked up at you, her eyes full of love.

You gesture her to sit down next to you and you wrap her and your son in your arms. Nat lays her head against your chest.

“What do you think of James? After Bucky?” Nat suggests.

“James.” You repeat “James Romanoff. Perfect.”

“Romanoff?” Natasha asks, looking up to meet your eyes.

“Romanoff. After his mom.”

A/n: When it says ‘your son’, ‘your’ is in plural, like Y/n’s and Natasha’s son.

#marvel #marvel mcu #marvel universe #the avengers #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff x you #natasha x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha x you #natasha x fem reader #natasha romanoff #black widow x female reader #black widow x y/n #black widow x you #black widow x reader #black widow

[babyloposts]

MY HERO DAD-CANNONS

Summary: How my favorite boys would react to their child having a nightmare. Some single dad head cannons because my baby fever is back

Includes: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Kaminari Denki, Takami Keigo

Warnings: none, fluff, aged up characters, references to GN parent titles

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Bakugou:

He was up and down the hall as quickly as the first wail left his daughter’s mouth. He was desperately hoping that the screams were not from a villain trying to kidnap her.

He was relieved for only a second as he saw her safely tucked into bed as he left her earlier that night, but the worry came back as he saw her broken out in a cold sweat.

Careful not to startle her awake Katsuki rubbed her forehead gingerly removing the sweat and bangs from its place matted on the top of her head.

“Kid. Wake up.” His tone soft. The one he reserved only for her.

“Daddy?” Her brows furrowed and her eyelashes fluttered open to see a stoic yet comforting face.

“You okay? I think you were having a nightmare. Scared the hell out of me.” He chuckled, still soothing her as her breathing slowed.

“M-me too. I was so scared Dad. The monsters were trying to get me.”

“What monsters?” Katsuki feared the worst. What if she had seen a villain and they knew she was his kid. That could mean she was being watched and in danger. He couldn’t let anything happen to her.

“From the movie dad. The one I watched when hanging out with the Midoriya’s.” Bakugou’s face scrunched and his daughter winced in fear of being in trouble for watching a PG-13 movie.

“What’d I tell you about watching scary movies with Deku’s kid. Now look at you all scared with nightmares.” Bakugou scolded, but his expression softened. He was just glad she was safe.

“I’m sorry Dad. I won’t watch scary movies anymore. I don’t want any monsters to get me.”

“It’s okay. I promise I won’t let any monsters get you. They have to go through me first, alright squirt.” She nodded and gave Bakugou a small smile, knowing she was safe and in the most capable hands of the #2 hero.

Bakugou smoothed her hair back and placed a kiss to her forehead. “Love you squirt. Sweet Dreams.”

“I love you too Dad.”

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Midoriya:

Izuku is no stranger to weird dreams, but he had never expected his One for All induced visions to transfer to his daughter as well.

He wouldn’t even know if she hadn’t been weeping by his bedside at one in the morning.

“D-daddy.” A small voice warbled out next to Midoriya. His eyes shot open not expecting to see a teary eyed five year old only a few inches away from his face.

“What’s wrong Bubby?” Izuku quickly sat up in bed and moved to the edge of the bed, scooping the crying child into his arms.

“I had a bad dream.” She whimpered as he wiped the tears from her eyes.

“Aww I’m sorry.” He hugged her tightly to his chest rocking slightly to soothe her. “Do you want to talk about it?”

She nodded slightly before starting. “I was so scared Daddy. You were there and somebody—a bad man—stole your quirk away from you. He was too strong. And nobody would help you. Not even All Might. And I was too little to help you, Daddy and I’m so sorry.” And just like that the tears were flowing from her tear ducts again.

Izuku shushed her and started back trying to soothe her again. “Don’t worry, I’m right here, okay? I’m not going anywhere.” He brought his daughter back to her bedroom and tucked her into her Princess themed bed. “Are you comfy?” She asked and she nodded.

Izuku gave her a kiss to her temple before getting up to move to a bookshelf on the far side of the room. “Would you like to hear a story?” She nodded and Izuku climbed into the side of the bed and wrapped his arm around her.

Midoriya read the story book to her that were more kiddie versions of some of All Might’s best missions (even in fatherhood he was a total fanboy).

His daughter was knocked before he was even halfway through the book, the tales of heroism and safety lulling her into a peaceful sleep. Although she was peaceful and very cute Izuku had realized his grave mistake far too late.

His daughter was the lightest sleeper he knew. It would be almost impossible to remove himself from the bed without waking her up.

He tried several times to stand from the bed without causing her to stir, but ultimately failed and gave in to the reality that he’d be spending the night on the edge of a twin bed.

It wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, but Izuku would give up anything for his little girl, even the comforts of his own bed, to make her feel safe.

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Kaminari:

It took a lot to get Denki up, which wasn’t always a good thing having such a young child to look after. He was finally awoken by the third kick to his ribs by a little foot in bed.

“Ouch, what the-?” Denki whipped the blanket down to reveal a small body in the fetal position hunched against his side.

“Wha- hey Little Man. What happened? Why aren’t you sleeping in your big kid bed?”

The small boy was unmoving, pretending to be asleep to prevent being bothered or moved from his comfortable position.

“I know you’re not sleep, Buddy. Tell me what’s wrong. Please?” Finally Denki’s son’s head poked up from his arm shields and showed off his pouty face.

“I don’t want to sleep in my big kid. It’s too dark and scary in there. I don’t want to have bad dreams.” The child’s eyes started to water.

Denki sighed. “Bud, I thought we agreed that when you turned four you’d stop sleeping in Papa’s bed and sleep by yourself.”

“I don’t want to anymore. I’m scared. It’s too dark and you are too far away.” He whined. Denki knew that he was the age where he needed to start being able to self-soothe and sleep by himself, but he couldn’t deny his son. He was a good kid, maybe with a bit of separation anxiety, but all around he was pretty easy.

Denki’s nanny would probably scold him for babying his son, but he didn’t care. It’s not like Denki liked sleeping alone anyway.

“Bud, you can’t sleep down in the covers like that. You’ll get way too hot.” A small smile spread over Denki’s lips as his son shuffled his way up onto Denki’s chest with his arms wrapped around his neck in a death grip.

Denki chuckled once the grip loosened and rubbed his son’s back as he slipped into sleep. “Can we try sleeping in your big kid bed tomorrow night?” Denki whispered.

“I’ll try Papa, but no promises.” Denki chuckled and closed his eyes in content.

“That’s okay Buddy. I love you.”

“Love you too, Papa.”

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Takami Keigo:

Keigo really hoped that an intruder wasn’t in the house right now. He knew it was irrational to think, but stranger things have happened, plus he was already worked up from the last patrol he went on last night where he fought a surprisingly difficult villain.

Stealthily Kei climbed out of bed and sent a feather flying into the kitchen where the noise was coming from to scope out the intruder.

When he heard a high pitched scream and low thud he was actually more relieved than worried.

He rushed from behind his bedroom door out to see his son sat on the ground in front of the open refrigerator.

“The hell are you doing up? It’s 2 AM!” Keigo whisper yelled to ensure he didn’t bother the neighbors.

“Sorry Dad. I was hungry.”

“What are you still hungry for? You basically ate a whole chicken by yourself for dinner. At this rate keeping up with your eating habits cost more than the rent.” Takami chided, but he couldn’t be too mad, his son was a growing boy and they needed their sustenance.

“I’m sorry Dad. I just woke up and wanted a snack that’s all.” That’s what he said, but the glossiness in his son’s eyes gave him away.

Keigo bent over to pick up the food that had fallen out of the fridge and grab a carton of ice cream out of the freezer along with two spoons. His son watched his father intently as he moved to the kitchen island to sit and patted the stool next to him.

“Come sit down and have your snack.” Keigo sighed. Reluctantly his son sat down beside him and grabbed a spoon scooping into the slightly freezer burnt cookies and cream.

“So tell me what’s really going on. You wouldn’t tear up just from me knocking you on your ass earlier.” His son’s eyes grew wide, surprised that his dad had noticed that small detail.

“There’s nothing wrong.”

“I know when you’re lying to me Kid. So just go ahead and tell me.” Kei said wrapping an arm around his son’s shoulders.

He took a deep breath before finally caving. “I... I had a dream about Baba. When they died.” Keigo’s usual cocky demeanor faded away and his eyes softened as he recalled the painful memory.

“Wow.” Keigo said as he cleared his throat. “That uh... hasn’t happened for a while. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault Dad. I just wished... I don’t know. I just miss them a lot.” He began to tear up again. Keigo sighed. It has been almost seven years since his significant other died tragically from cancer. Their son was just a kid then. What Five year old can really comprehend that and grieve a parent properly. Since then Kei’s been doing his best as a single Dad, but maybe he should have talked about them more.

“I know you miss them Kid. I do too. I miss them everyday, but you remind me of them. You’ve got the same face and spirit they had, so it’s like a little piece of ‘em is always with us. They’re in you.” Keigo’s grip tightened around his son’s shoulder and he left a comforting rub up and down his forearm.

“I know sayin all this isn’t going to bring them back, but just know they’re always in your heart and they loved you very much.”

“Thanks Dad.”

“No problem Kid. Just finish your ice cream and get to bed. I don’t want you late for school in the morning.”

His son nodded. Keigo stood from the island and ruffled the hair of his son before depositing his dirty spoon in the sink. Before he made it all the way to his bedroom a voice rang out behind him.

“I love you Dad.”

Keigo smiled softly. “Love you too Kid.”

#babylowrites #bnha #mha #hawks x gender neutral reader #hawks x gn!reader #bnha hawks #mha hawks #hawks headcanons #dad hawks #dad headcannons #bnha bakugou #mha bakugo #bakugou headcanons #dad bakugou #bnha deku #mha deku #midoriya headcanons #dad Izuku #bnha fluff #mha fluff #my hero academia #my hero headcanons #bnha denki #mha kaminari #dad Kaminari #denki headcanons

[jaehyunfirstlove]

[10:25am]

Warning: smut (18+ only)

“...bye bye…”

You watched as Jaehyun ended the live, sitting in the corner of the sofa keeping as quiet as you could. He’d taken care to make sure you weren’t in frame when he moved the camera around, surprised he’d even let you stay in the room as he did his live. It was a secret that the two of you were dating, so he’d snuck you into the building to spend some time together before his schedule for the day. Clearly he’d missed you, being as busy as he’d been lately.

He heaved a sigh when the camera was off, sitting back and resting his head on the back of the sofa.

“Do you wanna order some food before practice?” you asked, knowing he probably wouldn’t have time to eat once his schedule started.

“Uh-uh,” he shook his head, turning to you and taking your hand in his, “I just wanna spend time with you, come here,” he pulled you towards him and you giggled as you slid along the leather surface. Once he had you where he wanted you, he wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your neck. His hot breath tickled, but you were still concerned about him eating.

“Are you sure? I can order chicken, it’ll get here pretty quick,” you pulled out your phone to browse through the delivery apps.

“Mm, what I’m hungry for isn’t food,” he breathed against your neck, before he attacked the spot with kisses.

“What are you doing?” you wanted to pull away but ended up fisting your hands into his hoodie as he started to suck lightly on your skin. “Jaehyun, someone could walk in,” you patted his chest weakly, your body already giving in to the attention he was giving you.

“I locked the door, don’t worry,” he broke from your neck to reassure you, before he dove right back in, kissing and sucking and nipping lightly with his teeth, making your body heat up and raising goosebumps at the same time.

“Jae-” you moaned, and the tone in your voice encouraged him. He moved over you, gently laying you back on the sofa, before hovering over you and regarding you with a mischievous smile.

“You’re gorgeous,” was all he said, before lifting up the bottom of your shirt and pressing kisses along your stomach.

“Oh Jae, this is dangerous,” you whispered, knowing exactly where he was headed. “Someone might hear.”

“Then we should stay quiet, no?” he looked up at you innocently, even as his face hovered between your legs. You bit your bottom lip as he stripped you of your jeans and panties, spreading your thighs apart with his palms.

The look in his eyes was almost feral, as he licked his lips and dove in for his feast. Your back arched off the sofa, a silent scream stuck in your throat, as he licked and lapped at your pussy, the obscene sounds of him slurping at your wetness filling the quiet room.

You wanted to moan so badly, everything he was doing with his tongue was setting all your nerve endings on fire, and whenever he ate you out you were very vocal. It was torture not being able to make a sound or moan his name. You pressed your lips together so hard it was almost painful, but he suddenly inserted two fingers and you momentarily lost control.

“Ah!” a small squeak escaped your mouth, and he paused to look up at you and shush you, your juices coating his mouth and chin.

“Keep it down, baby,” he said with a smirk, before he returned to ruining you. This time, he lavished your clit with soft kitten licks, all the while thrusting his fingers inside of you. Your hands instinctively went to his head, pulling off the beanie he’d been wearing and threading your fingers through his hair.

“Jaehyun, you’re gonna make me come,” you whispered, breath coming out in small gasps. He responded by sucking your clit into his mouth and thrusting even faster with his fingers. Both of your hands flew to your mouth, trying to contain the cry that threatened to escape as you reached your high, pulsating around his fingers.

You were breathing heavily, chest heaving, coming down from your high, Jaehyun pressing soft kisses along your inner thighs, when there was a knock on the door. Instinctively you closed your legs, but Jaehyun’s head was still there, and he yelped as your thighs enclosed him.

“Hyung, are you in there?” it was Mark’s voice from outside the closed door.

“Yup,” Jaehyun answered calmly, after you’d released his head from your grip.

“It’s time for practice,” Mark replied.

“Yeah I’ll be there,” Jaehyun responded smoothly, as if he hadn’t just had his head between your legs.

“Okay cool, see you there.” There was a pause, and you thought he’d left, but no such luck. “Oh, and hi Y/N,” he snickered lightly, before you could hear his footsteps walking away.

“Ugh!” you slapped your hand on your forehead but Jaehyun just laughed. You were about to scold him when you looked up and saw he was unzipping his hoodie.

“What are you doing?” you asked incredulously, as he started to pull his pants down.

“That was just my appetizer, I’m ready for my main course now.”

​

#jaehyun imagines #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun smut #nct imagines #nct smut

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

do you know any fic where derek and Stiles sleep together like bed sharing and they rub on each other while one is sleeping or at the morning ? Fic with bed sharing, wet dream, rub on the other accidentally and finally they have sex ? It can be a one shot or a long fic with a passage like this

Here's bed sharing.

It happens like this: by A_Diamond

(1/1 I 100 I general)

They spend three days in New Mexico convincing the hunters that Stiles isn’t a supernatural threat.

Alivago by Alien_witch

(1/1 I 1,481 I General)

Stiles loses his flight but what will happen to him?

Scent Marking For Dummies by Hatteress (goddammitstacey)

(1/1 I 8,824 I Teen)

Stiles is almost used to being chased around the school by werewolves at this point. Having to share a bed with Derek freaking Hale, on the other hand, is just needlessly complicating his life.

The Life Expectancy of a Fluorescent Bulb by suburbanmotel, TwistedAmusement13

(1/1 I 10,492 I Mature)

//

They go north, and then they go home.

//

“Do you need a ride?” Derek says. The light over their heads is flashing rapidly now but no one else seems to notice.

“You offering?”

Derek shrugs, not looking away. “Sure. You look like you need one.”

Stiles stares at him, eyes dark and serious, face pale and shadowed. The noises around them fade away sharply, the clanking dishes, the knife-scrape of silverware, the hum of voices, gone. All Derek can see is Stiles’ eyes and the goddamn flickering light above their heads.

“Do I?” Stiles grins.

Then the light starts to hum and hum and hum higher and higher pitched until Derek winces and covers his ears with both hands, palms flat, pressing. The bulb explodes, raining down shards of glass, finely powdered like sharp snow. Someone screams and then laughs in giddy relief. When Derek opens his eyes his mind is completely clear, headache gone.

“Ok,” Stiles says, lips curled on one side, smiling like nothing’s happened, like he hasn’t noticed the explosion, glass dust on their arms and in their hair, the panic rising around them. He’s not twitching anymore. “Let’s get out of here.”

You look like my next mistake by Vendelin

(1/1 I 15,194 I Teen)

“So, are you dating someone new? Someone who doesn’t mind that you’re frigid?” Kate cocks her head to the side, smiling as though she just asked him about where he bought his shoes.

His entire body sighs in defeat as his shoulders grow square. Just as he opens his mouth, someone comes up to stand beside him, snaking an arm around his shoulders. When he glances to his side, expecting to see Isaac, his brain seems to malfunction. Because it isn’t Isaac. It’s Stiles Stilinski, the lacrosse talent of the year, a senior who Derek has seen multiple times from far away, but never ever talked to.

In which Derek is a nerd jock, and Stiles is a frat guy, and Derek falls for him even though he knows he shouldn't.

A (Fake) Romance in Idaho by sarcasmandirony

(13/? I 38,898 I Explicit)

Derek's brother is having a wedding and everyone but Derek and the babies of the family are taking dates. At thirty-six years old, his family is getting kind of worried Derek will never find anyone. So, Derek decides to tell them he's dating his best friend and colleague, Stiles Stilinski. Thank God Stiles' crush on Derek is 100% a thing of the past.

Strut on a Line, its Discord and Rhyme by xiaq

(21/21 I 61,811 I Teen)

“Carry me,” Stiles says.

“No.”

“But I’m injured.”

“You have a rash,” Derek says. “On your arm. Your feet work just fine.”

“Please?”

“No. You weigh almost as much as I do. And you ate a pound of chicken at lunch.”

"Well, yeah, but I pooped like an hour ago, so.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Don’t play, you love me.”

I do, Derek thinks, relatively horrified. I really do.

Go Away, Scott by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere

(45/45 I 66,227 I Not Rated)

After the incident at the warehouse, Stiles is fed up with Scott. He finds himself drawn into Derek’s pack and in the process, drawn to Derek himself.

With the Alpha Pack closing in, Derek needs to learn how to trust his pack and those around him. And who better to help him than Stiles?

Call Me Rhianna Cause There's Sex in the Air and I Love the Smell of It by BedlamAtDawn, wyrmwolf

(5/? I 333,423 I Explicit)

Derek has had enough. Stiles and Scott, whoever they meant to be to him, were hiding something, lying to him—more than they had already lied to him. Hadn’t his so-called older-self—and he still wants to cry bullshit, still wants to insist that this is some fucked up nightmare or some cruel joke, that his family weren’t dead, that his house wasn’t just wood and ashes—ever tell them that it was impossible to lie to a werewolf? So, the moment he is alone with Stiles, away from Agent McCall—and what type of Alpha leaves a human packmate with a foreign wolf?—he moves, slamming him against the door. He’s going to demand answers, a growl a few threats Uncle Peter had taught him and the added growl that he practised with Laura, that Derek made a mistake—he breathed in.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #bed sharing #anon

[romanianwilkinson]

MONSTER CAMP QUOTES STARTERS

A collection of sentence starters from the game Monster Camp. Feel free to change words and pronouns as desired. CONTENT WARNING(S) FOR: Monster Prom/Monster Camp spoilers, suggestive, cursing, crude content

“ I just have it here because [NAME] insisted that I offer it, as a marketing stunt. ”

“ And lastly, super-horny-type players no longer get a charm buff against tsundere types! ”

“ War machines don’t turn me on or anything! ”

“ I don’t wanna be weird, but do you mind if I climb inside of you and play around with your main turret? ”

“ A wine to DIE for, you say? Well, darling, don’t threaten me with a good time! ”

“ This one just says ‘ hmu with that reaper dick, daddy ’. ”

“ You on your phone, as always! Probably making blogposts on your Tik Tok page. ”

“ Yeah, you really don’t want to witness a repeat of the last time [NAME]’s diehard fans went without a selfie for fifteen minutes. My tailbone still hasn’t completely healed. ”

“ Now hold still, this will only hurt for a moment --- ”

“ Yay! You found a shenanigan! ”

“ My poems all have two or three emotions in them, AT LEAST. ”

“ CRYING IS OBVIOUSLY A COMPETITION TO SEE WHO CAN SQUEEZE THE MOST WATER OUT OF THEIR EYES! ”

“ No way, really? The way to WIN at poetry is by LOSING at life? ”

“ I dunno, maybe fall in love with someone who’s married and develop an opioid addiction? ”

“ HELL YEAH, SPEEDRUN! ”

“ It’s morbid, but... kind of romantic? ”

“ GASP! Google+? Are you kidding me? The psychopaths behind that global tragedy are here?! ”

“ Prison has changed me, [NAME]. Would you like to trade me some cigarettes in exchange for my fundamental dignity? ”

“ Undermining the laws of reality, subverting life and death, that’s the kind of stuff my followers expect. But CHEATING? No way. ”

“ Though we are imprisoned in chalk jail, we are free in our hearts. But our hearts are also imprisoned in chalk jail. ”

“ Um, no, I am NOT groveling. I am posing a dignified query to [NAME] that just so happens to be performed on my hands and knees. ”

“ I didn’t know you condoned playing the friend card to get free labor, [NAME]. ”

“ Ah, but saving the world doesn’t put avocado toast on the table. We indie seancers and necromancers need to pay our rent too, you know. ”

“ And as you know, I am illustriously Internet-famous, so if you could shower me with adoration and give me the pizza that would be fabulous. ”

“ Do you wanna fuck the pizza or not? ”

“ Are you ready to go swimming? I must admit, darling, I’ve always wondered what you would look like while... wet.”

“ Did you turn this date into an orgy without consulting me? ”

“ Gosh, I love it when you insult me! Please do it more! ”

“ Now who wants to make a baby? ”

“ What if she puts a curse on me that makes me magically forget the location of the clitoris?! ”

“ Hey, don’t knock wacky decisions that endanger us all! That’s how I always manage to stay a step ahead of my nemeses! ”

“ Oh gods, I’ve killed so many monsters, just for being monsters. This is making me question my entire moral foundation. I NEED MORE THERAPY. ”

“ I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again: fish give better pedicures than people! ”

“ You’re not tricking me into parenting a stupid egg. I’ve never fucked even ONE chicken! The egg is not my son! ”

“ You came to visit me at camp, Daddy! ”

“ Don’t be ridiculous, I know your brand of horny, [NAME], and this ain’t it. ”

“ I thought we both agreed to be nothing but vague and haughtily aloof about our past dalliances. ”

“ Point EAST, compass! EAAAAAAAAST! You dumb fuckboot!!!! POINT! EAST! ”

“ One time I was told a soul’s worst fear was bugs and I inadvertantly sent The Beatles. It happens to the best of us... And the worst of us. ”

“ SOMEDAY I SHALL DEFEAT YOUR FIVE STRANGE FEET! ”

“ Why do you keep suppressing your monster half? Embrace your true nature! ”

“ Wow. I didn't think this was possible, but I guess I was... wrong? About social media? Oh dear God, is this how grandparents feel?!?! Am I a GRANDPARENT?! ”

“ I don’t know! I was relying on my friends to cover up my bold and idiotic statement! ”

“ ... I ate the oars. ”

“ PSYCHE. The ocean can eat my ass. ”

“ So pucker up, [NAME]! I'm about to declare mouth war on your FACE! ”

“ YOU FOOLISHLY FOOLISH FOOL! You're showing our inexperience! YOUR HONOR, THE ENTIRE LEGAL TEAM PLEADS THE FIFTH! ”

“ That's right. I'm talking about a classic Transylvania Hot Tub, a Seth Brundle, and a REVERSE Reverse Romanian Wilkinson. ”

“ Sorry, I was in your ribcage seeing if I could use it to cut strips of crepe paper into confetti and then I got lost in your kidneys. ”

“ There's nothing sexier than a doomed romance between a dating sim player and a hot fictional character. ”

“ That's right! I secretly replaced one of you with a bear while no one was looking, to teach you a valuable lesson about the art of disguise! ”

“ Enchant my armor. I’m going into the lake. ”

“ For VIOLENCE REASONS! ” 

“ This stupid lake monster called me short the other day, but I was too low level to crush him like he deserved. ”

“ That dumb wet dinkhole won't know what hit him! But it will be me! I will hit him! ”

“ No, YOU'RE a fuckshark! Also, what does that even mean?! ”

“ You seriously didn't notice the enormous needles those interns jabbed into your veins as soon as [NAME] got here? “

“ It all makes sense! The Camp Dome is just an elaborate ploy to distract us from the giant mouth that eats campers! “

“ This is the BEST show I've ever seen in my life, which is now at an end! “

“ Am I high, or did he just tell us EXACTLY how to foil his evil scheme? “

“ What, like a few severed heads and visions of my grandpa screaming in horrendous pain are gonna freak me out? Where I'm from, you can buy that stuff at IKEA. “

“ ERROR: Due to the sixth mass extinction, the slaying of leprechauns is inadvisable. “

“ Then why do I have half-finished scarves, decoupage, pot-holders, friendship bracelets, and a taxidermied rabbit in my skeleton? “

“ The wang elemental. ”

“ I also have an uncle who works at Nintendo as a copy machine! “

“ What flavor of ice cream AM I?! Now I gotta know. HA! You know what I should be? 'Pistachio.' Because my outside is HARD, but I'm full of NUT. “

“ I mean, life is a bit like... this sandwich! No, stay with me, I'm going somewhere good with this. “

“ A survival situation without any sexy fun time isn't worth surviving in the first place. “

“ Rut the RUCK?! ”

“ The ' ambulance of the heart ' is just a regular ambulance! Ambulances treat all organs! ”

“ Yeah, that's why I made sure that my so-called ' emotional armor ' was also ' actual armor '. “

“ And being yourself is the key to living your dreams, which is the key to self actualization, which is the key to being really good at sex! “

“ So hot I'd buy that even without free shipping. 10/10, call me some time. “

“ Hi, quick question: does it count as kidnapping if I'm abducting you so you can help me do a thing you already agreed to help with? “

“ I could be wrong, but are you just upset because you DON'T have a skeleton that's inside your body? “

“ I'm gonna get SO FUCKING RELAXED MY HEAD WILL EXPLODE! “

“ Whoah, whoa, hold up. You're fucking my grandma? “

“ No, [NAME], that is a popcorn bag full of more dynamite. Put it down. “

“ I hear that at least 70% of people on Patreon aren't murderers! “

“ If you want cash, just rob banks like the rest of us! “

“ Did it work? Do you feel any less horny? ”

“ FUCK YEAH, LET'S PUNCH THAT MOUTH IN ITS MOUTH! “

“ Yes... incidentally, we are no longer allowed to enter Italy. “

“ Is anyone else turned on right now? ”

“ Yes! Yes! I know what you're feeling! I suddenly see how marrying a corpse isn't okay! “

“ JUST LET ME IMPROVE YOUR SELF ESTEEM, MORTAL! “

“ Look, choose whatever you want, but I'm not responsible for whatever you put in your mouth. ”

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